#yeah im gonna be needing to take some DEEP BREATHS after this bc what.......................

[yrsonpurpose]

PAUL MESCAL & ANDREW SCOTT All of Us Strangers (2023) dir. Andrew Haigh — You're here. With me.

[hella1975]

what do you plan to do with your degree after uni?

FUCK NASTY!!!

[boytoyhalo]

Your Selkie au is super compelling! Plus you are a very good writer. A question, will you ever go into more detail about Pac's previous captive situation? I'm very interested in how you will adapt Fuga's lore into your au. ( Specially bc of Cell and Cellbit stuff)

I'M SO SO SO LATE BUT IM USING FITPAC WEEK DAY 3 (WHICH IM ALSO LATE FOR) AS AN EXCUSE TO FINALLY, FINALLYYYYY GET THIS POSTED THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT ANON AND EVERYONE ELSE WHO'S AN ENJOYER OF THIS AU I PROMISE IT ISN'T ABANDONED IVE JUST BEEN IN AN END OF YEAR SLUMP

selkie au snippet #4 (i think) || T || slash (ambiguous) || @fitpacweek day 3 (belated its actually day 4) AU day!!!

read the rest of my posts about this au here

"Can I ask you somethin' personal?"

Pac paused, hand suspended halfway towards the checkerboard that was currently serving as him and Fit's way of passing the long hours up in the lamp room of the lighthouse. He kept his eyes on the round piece he was holding as he deliberated on how to answer, sure that if he met Fit's gaze his face would give away his nervousness; "personal" could mean a wide range of topics, most of which would spell disaster for Pac and his poorly constructed web of secrets. He slowly placed the piece in it's spot on the board, fighting to keep his voice even as he responded.

"Mmm, you can ask, yeah. I might not answer, but you can ask." Fit hummed bemusedly, absently flipping his own game piece between his fingers and he contemplated his next move.

"What happened to your leg?" Pac's breath caught in his throat, and Fit rushed to continue, "It's ok if you don't wanna talk about it, I get it. I just- I mean, you've probably figured out how I lost my arm, right?" Pac looked up at the familiar, mechanical clacking of the veteran's stiff wooden fingers flexing in and out of their open position, eyes involuntarily darting to the gnarled pink scarring that crawled from under his collar and up to the side of his head. He quickly returned his gaze to the board, face reddening a little in shame. Thankfully though, Fit seemed far from offended. "Heh, it's okay, I know. It's pretty obvious. And besides, you're a smart man. I'd be surprised if you hadn't assumed correctly. Me though - I'm just brawn, I don't have a whole lotta brainpower up in this thing." He knocked his fake knuckles lightly against his temple, a light smile on his face. "So if you are okay with me knowing, you're gonna need to tell me."

A small, nervous laugh bubbled it's way out of Pac's chest, his face properly flushed now in a mix of embarassment and flattery. "Don't - don't say that about yourself Fit, you're smart! Smarter than me, probably-" He cleared his throat, redirecting his focus to the topic at hand (ha.) "I can tell you, I don't mind. It's just a, it's a tough topic, you know? I need to get my head in the right place." Fit nodded easily like he understood, which Pac supposed he did at least somewhat.

"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." The selkie chuckled a bit, tracing the edges of the paneled glass walls that surrounded them as he considered the best way to talk around the subject; he knew, or at least had decided, that he owed it to Fit to give him some semblance of the truth. After all, they had been growing steadily closed for months now and yet Fit knew so little about his life. Which was out of necessity, or course, but his friend had been so kind and so patient with him, never demanding more information than he was given. Pac needed - no, he WANTED to let him in as much as he reasonably could. He deserved it.

"I..." He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, steeling himself to sort through the painful, tangled memories and hoping he would be able to hold himself together. He starts at the beginning, where he won't have to omit too much of the truth, though if anything that makes it harder to talk about. "Mike and I were on a merchant ship off the coast of São Paulo that was attacked by axis submarines a few years back." Fit winced sympathetically, patiently waiting for him to continue as he picked his next words. "We avoided the worst of the blast, but... Mike was in really bad condition, and I had to hang onto him with one arm and a piece of the wreck with the other while I waited for help to come. By the time someone found us, I was too tired and too um- too relieved to realize that we were being taken as prisoners and not as refugees."

It was all technically true so far, just with some important details omitted: like how they were only on the ship in the first place because their pelts were being imported as merchandise by a fisherman who believed himself to be incredibly lucky, and how they weren't taken as prisoners of war as Fit was no doubt assuming. Pac fails to suppress a shudder as he remembers the smug, taunting grin of the man that stood above him on the deck of his supposed refuge, two familiar seal pelts clutched in his meaty fists.

"I'm so sorry you went through that, Pac. You don't have to keep-" Pac cuts him off, already committed to opening up.

"No, I want to tell you. We," He clears his throat again, pushing down the memories of too-small tanks full of too-salty water, of needles and IV drips and white lab coats and pencils scratching on clipboards as he writhed in pain. "We woke up in some sort of facility, I'm not sure where exactly? I think the men who had us were European but that's all I remember, it's all blurry you know? And that's where we met Cellbit and Felps actually-" The image of frenzied black eyes claws its way to the front of his mind against his will, but he can't help a small smile at Fit's attentiveness as his eyebrows raise in intrigue, the checkerboard between them completely forgotten.

"Anyway, we were there for- months, I think. And long story short Cellbit ended up, um. He tried to- to eat my leg off?" It comes out sounding uncertain, Pac having realized there was no way to say it that wouldn't raise more questions. Sure enough, Fit's mouth drops open.

"Wait he- He tried to eat you?"

"Not- it wasn't- aaaaugh, he wasn't himself ok? They were- they were cruel to us, and they injected him with these drugs that made him all crazy and violent and they kinda just. Let him do it? It wasn't his fault, is what I'm saying." Fit looks disturbed, although significantly less so than Pac would expect from most people. He supposes bearing witness to the horrors of war would give you a higher tolerance to this sort of thing.

The thing is, it really wasn't Cellbit's fault. He had been there the longest of any of them, starved and beaten and forced through their cruel experiments since he had been a teenager. He was angry and desperate and hungry, and it was pure bad luck that Pac had happened to be the closest to him when the "researchers" had decided to test the effects of whatever combination of steroids they had injected him with. The ghost of his leg twinges in pain as it remembers the feeling of sharp teeth tearing through it's flesh.

"Wait so did Cellbit..." Fit hesitates, like he can't quite put together what he means to ask. "So he, bit your leg off? but how does that even-" He's interrupted by Pac giggling, and after a moment he joins in quietly with a confused laugh of his own.

"No, no he- he just did enough damage that the sci- that the jailers had to amputate it. And it wasn't that bad honestly, I mean, they weren't kind enough to knock me out before they started sawing but at least I didn't die!" His amusement at Fit's horrified reaction to his nonchalance almost drowns out the echoes of grief that his heart sounds for one of his fellow prisoners who hadn't been so lucky. Pac puts on a wide grin, forcing himself to perk up from his slumped posture. "So anyway, that's the story! Pretty cool don't you think?" Fit sputters a shocked laugh.

"Pretty- Yeah, sure, Pac. That's- *cough*- that's cool, yeah." It's a joke, obviously, but warmth washes over him anyway at the way that Fit lets him control the weight of the conversation like always. He wouldn't be able to handle trying to talk about his past seriously, and he's grateful to whatever higher power may or may not exist for bringing him Fit, who not only cares but understands despite being a human, and who always without fail meets him wherever he needs to be at. Pac doesn't know what he did to deserve a friend like him. "So, okay," Fit's voice snaps him out of the appreciative haze he had fallen into. "How did you guys get out? Were you released, or rescued, or..." He trails off, eyes imploring him to go on. Pac feels his face light up at the opportunity to discuss his favorite part of the tale - the only part, he likes, really.

"Oh, you're not gonna believe it. It was Richas! He actually saved us!"

"What?" Fit exclaims in elated disbelief.

"Yeah! So ok - they were keeping him prisoner too, but he was just a baby, like a, a toddler right? And the guards that were assigned to him treated him like their own kid-" Minus the horrible inhumane experimentation, of course. "- and he somehow, he figured out how to use their sympathy to get them to tell him where they kept all their keys," - and all the pelts - "and then managed to convince them to let him play with us alone. So he came to me and Mike and told us, so we told him to steal us some guard uniforms and figure out where the breaker box was, and after some planning and waiting for the right time we were able to escape by having him shut off the power and filing out with the rest of the guards! Mike wanted it to just be the three of us but I told him we weren't leaving the others behind." For all the suffering they had been put through it had honestly been comically easy - the facility they were at was small and not well guarded, probably funded independently considering that if any powerful government had proof of the selkies' existence everyone including the scientists would have been in a much bigger mess - the world was already at war, Pac doubted anyone was eager to add another variable to the conflict.

Fit crosses his arms and sits back, nodding in amazement. "Huh, so little Richarlyson is a hero! That's crazy"

"What, you don't believe me?" Pac shouts in mock offense.

"No no no I believe you! That kid is a fighter, I know it. So you guys all just stuck together after that? What about Bagi and Forever?"

"Ah, so- Bagi and Cellbit, they're brothers, or uhm- they're brother and sister, yes? And Bagi had been searching for Cellbit since he was taken, and somehow she ended up at the place we were being kept just a few days after we escaped, and she was able to track us from there. She's crazy smart, Cellbit and her both are. And Forever," Well, truthfully, Forever had just swam up to their pod and started playing with Richas one day while they were searching for a new home, and then the two had become inseparable so he just... stuck around. But Pac wasn't sure how to spin that into something that sounded reasonable for a human family, so he just went with "Forever just showed up one day and wouldn't leave." Fit laughed again at that, and this time Pac laughed with him.

It felt unbelievably good to tell Fit about his story like this, even with parts of it changed. Still, he wanted nothing more than to tell him the truth of what he was - he almost did, right then and there, swayed by the sound if his laughter and the mirth in his eyes. But, he reminded himself, that had to be a family decision; it wasn't just his secrets at stake. It was all of them, and as much as he loved trusted Fit and would be happy to gamble his own safety on that trust, he wasn't willing to risk his whole family.

...But, it would be so much easier if he could just say the whole truth. He wonders if Fit would react with the same attentiveness and amazement he gave to Pac's storytelling.

The rest of the day passed with little more of note, mostly filled with idle chit chat and card games. As Fit tries to teach him how to play Kings on the Corners for the third time, Pac finds himself thinking about how much Fit was changing his life without even realizing. A few months ago, Pac had never wanted or even tolerated human company that wasn't absolutely necessary. But now, he couldn't imagine not having the veteran around to occupy his time. In fact, when Fit had taken his first two-week relief back on shore after two months of service, Pac had felt inescapably lonely even when surrounded by his pod. Not even Richas, who had also been upset over the Ramon's absence, had been able to completely cheer him up. And while Pac's always been somewhat fascinated by humans, and had enjoyed watching the previous lighthouse keepers as they went about their work, he had never found himself as interested by any of it as he does when it comes to Fit.

"What is it?" Fit's voice snaps him out of it yet again, cards abandoned as he looks at him curiously. "You're staring."

"Huh? Oh, nothing, nothing! Just thinking about Richas and Ramon - what do you think they're up to?"

"They should still be hanging out with Cellbit, right? They're probably doing puzzles or something." Fit looks at the clock over on the left side off the room. "It's almost six, Bad should be here soon to take over for the night. Do you want to go join them and I can catch up?"

"Um-" Pac flusters, face heating up slightly. He's not sure why the emotional exhaustion of talking about losing his leg is what's bringing all these revelations to his mind, but he can't seem to pull his thoughts away from how much he appreciates the man in front of him. Which.... "Yeah, I think I'll go find them now! I'll see you soon?" Fit nods.

"Sounds good, Pac. I'll see you in a little bit." With a nod back at him, Pac shuffles out the door and makes his way down the tower. Instead of going to find Cellbit and the children, however, he beelines straight to the rocks where his pelt is stashed and hastily wraps himself in it's familiar comfort, sliding into the water before his limbs have even finished morphing into flippers. Surely a nice, solo swim is what he needs to clear his head.

...If only he could take Fit with him.

[kiibichio]

PLAY DATE 2. 𐙚 ❤︎ M. STURNIOLO

OVERVIEW ;; you and matt get into a heated argument over your ‘friends with benefits’ deal, how will it end ?? (good ending i promise)

CONTAINS ;; angst, fluff, good ending !! (that’s it?)

momo speaks ;; PART TWO OF THISSS. this was so fun to writeee. I HOPE U GUYS REALLY LIKED IT BC I WORKED HARDD MAN I WAS BREAKING A SWEAT OVER HERE (but kinda rushed). enjoy !! (PART ONE HERE <33)

date published ;; 02.20.24

not proofread !!

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6:49 pm.

“are you serious? you just told me you ‘missed me so much’, but you’re letting me leave just like that? am i just some sort of play date to you?” i ask, sitting up. anger, sadness and confusion written all over my face.

maybe i shouldn’t have said that.

matt goes silent for a while, then speaks up.

“you do realize that when we started this we both mutually agreed to have no feelings right?” he says, trying to keep his cool

“well- i mean yeah, but-” i try to speak

“then what makes you think i want to be something more?” he cuts me off. he stands up and starts to get dressed.

“matt. good fucking god, i mean you just have sex with me that damn near kick me out?”

tears start filling my eyes. shit.

“yeah!” he exclaims sarcastically “i do because when we established this, i told you i didnt want a fucking relationship. we’re just friends that just so happen to fuck.” matt raises his voice at me.

then the water works break. goddammit.

i wipe my eyes before speaking up, “okay then… if that’s how you want it to be, then we can end this shit right fucking now. im not gonna allow myself to be used like some damn sex toy.”

“wait.. y/n- c’mon i didn’t mean it like that.” matt tries to explain, regretting what he had just said.

“oh no. i fully understand what you meant,” i reply, now getting dressed.

“fuck..” he mumbles under his breath, but still loud enough for me to hear.

“that’s all you have to say?” i stand up after putting my shoes on, crossing my arms in front of the bedroom door.

matt goes silent.

“oh, what? we’re mute now? real cute.” i ask sarcastically before storming out the room. he follows behind me, trying to explain himself with ‘y/n this!’ and ‘y/n that!’ but i easily tune him out.

as i reach the front door, it starts to open.

it’s just chris and nick, i give a small wave and quickly pass by them and start walking to my house.

ill be damned if i ever let somebody treat me like this shit again.

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an hour later, i get a knock on my door. dear lord, who is it now? i walk over to the front door and open it.

matt’s on the other side.

“hey.. forgot your phone…” he says sheepishly, handing it over to me.

“mhm. thanks.” i answer. i start to close the door before he pushes it open again.

“can i… come in?” he asks

“why? so you can screw me over again? no thanks.”

“y/n. im serious. please?”

i can tell he’s serious, but im still hesitant.

i sigh and open the door wider to let him enter.

he makes his way to the couch, while i lock the door and follow behind him, but sitting on the opposite side of him.

there’s a few moments of uncomfortable silence.

“just gonna sit there?”

he lets out a deep breath, “listen, i’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. i didn’t take your feelings into consideration and i clearly wasn’t thinking in that moment.” matt explains sincerely.

“i accept your apology. and i understand, but now that my secrets out, we cant keep doing this. it’s just- not.. right.” i shake my head

“that’s another thing i wanted to talk about. it’s not that i don’t like you.. i do- it’s just…” he sighs

“what, matt? you can talk to me. we’re still friends.” i speak. i move closer to him and put my hand on top of his.

“ive been extremely busy lately. flying back and forth, videos, podcasts, everything. its just a lot to handle and im not sure im ready for commitment. so its not a no.. its just a ‘not now.’” he looks at me.

after he said that, i felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders. i needed that sense of reassurance. but now i feel like the asshole. i should’ve thought about him too.

“that’s perfectly fine, matt. i can handle that.” i start to smile, “ill wait for you, matt. take as much time as you need.”

he hugs me and i can feel his face growing into a soft smile against my shoulder.

“thank you, y/n.”

4 months later ;;

“matt! baby, i missed you so much!!” i say, leaping in his arms as he walks out into the airport parking lot towards my car. i attack him with kisses all over his face and hug him just a bit too tight.

“too tight, my love.” he says almost out of breath.

“it’s not my fault, this is the first time you’ve ever left me like this! i just really, really missed you.” i exclaim, letting go of him.

“you’re so extra.” he chuckles

okay that first part was a partial lie, but it really is the first time he’s gone back to boston without his girlfriend of 2 months!

“can you two get a room? good fucking god.” nick says disgusted, chris nodding his head and agreeing with his brother.

me and matt both shoot them the middle finger and continue walking to the car.

he grabs my hand, “i missed you too, though baby. i was thinking about you the whole time. and…” he continues to tell me how much he had missed me and loves me.

best boyfriend ever.

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momo speaks (again) ;; ugh this was really rushed im sorry if it sucks 😭😭 BUT I GOT IT DONE. love you guys <3 hope you enjoyed !! TOODLES xx

tag list ;; @sturniolos-blog @mayhem-72 @hearts4chris 🍵

[elsmstrss]

hi, love!! i was wondering if you could write something about ellie x gn! or fem! reader something g that goes like reader is found on a patrol around jackson and is brought in bc her family is dead and she’s alone. and so she meets ellie and kind of looks up to her and had a little crushy crush (like riley and ellie + their age gap). so like the reader is 15 and ellie is 17 and like ahahahhshahsjshskdjdi. they both have little crushes and eventually they have a sleepover and have a little innocent cute kiss 😭😭. so yeah basically just traumatized reader looking up to older!ellie (who’s like riley) and then they become friends with crushes and kiss!! love you lots 🫶🏼 and pls take care of your mental health before worrying about writing!

-star anon ⭐️⭐️

hello star anon <3 i have work in 4 hours but im writing this instead of sleeping because this prompt is so adorable it makes me sick !! also im gonna try and not make this too long so here's just a short blurb (edit: it definitely ended up being longer than intended i-)

When I met you

tags: ellie x gn!reader , fluff . tinsy but of angst , mentions of blood and death, teenage typical awkwardness , girls kissing , fluffy , traumatized!reader , sleepovers!! , also i didn't proofread this leave me alone it is midnight and i am falling alseep

You were horrified, trembling and covered in blood that wasn't yours. Bodies surrounded your fragile form, staining the snow red. The biting cold seeps through your pants as you fall to your knees. You barely remembered the events just moments ago, it all happening so fast.

Flashes of red, bodies hitting the snow, terrified screams, blade piercing flesh, silence. You squeeze your eyes closed, trying to focus on your breathing.

You and your family had heard of a small town, deep in Wyoming. Coming all the way from the other side of the country, barely escaping with your lives many times. Whether it be infected, starvation, or the elements, death was always right on your tail.

Well, I guess your luck was bound to run out sometime.

But why now? After everything, after being so close.

The thought causes a small tear to escape your eye and fall down your cheek. You sniffle, glancing down at your blood stained hands, grip loose around the knife you had used to take down the infected that had got your parents, had almost got you.

You hear some shuffling to your right, your hand tightening around the handle of your knife. You have almost no energy left, exhaustion pulling on your nerves and bones but when you start hearing voices, quiet mumbles and harsh whispers. You're trying, god you're trying so hard. Why can't you just breath? But you can't help how heavy your eyelids droop, vision blurring.

"Hey, we got a girl! Over here, quickly!" the voices get louder. You need to act fast, get the hell out of there.

Just as you finally mentally prepare yourself, you shift your weight, ready to stand. The movement must've been too sudden because you feel an instant rush to your head. You groan, the feeling making you queasy. Finally managing to your feet, you sway slightly, causing you to look down at your feet, hoping it will make you feel a bit more stable.

That was a mistake because the second you look down, you lock eyes with the lifeless stare of your mother, a random infected burrowed in her neck with a stab wound in its own.

The sight makes the queasiness a million times worse and you're struggling to breath again. Your breaths become erratic and short, lungs burning from the bite of the cold air.

You feel a hesitant hand on your shoulder followed by a whisper. You don't hear what's said because you immediately start screaming. The sound was sharp and it ripped through your throat.

You scream and scream and scream. You scream until there is nothing left and your vocal cords are raw. You let out the very last bit of whatever energy was left and began falling. It felt like slow motion, your vision going black.

-

When you came too, it was all too much. You had awoken in a random building, lights dim and warm, alone. You were clean, void of all grime and gore. Your body felt like lead and you could barely turn your head to observe your surroundings. You seemed to have been in a small room, on a bed with a wooden chair in the corner. You looked to your right and saw a small table with a glass of water and small note.

For when you wake up

-Maria

It couldn't have been longer than five minutes before the door had creaked open. The noise caused you to lurch forward, hand coming to your back on instinct, only to find that your knife wasn't there.

It was a woman. She had short blonde hair and cleft chin, hands up in a defensive position. "Woah, hey there! It's alright. I just came to check up on ya. Glad to see your awake," she rushes out.

You don't say anything, reluctantly laying back against the pillows, already tired from the action.

"I'm Maria. Welcome to Jackson." Your eyes widen at the familiar name. Jackson. The place you and your parents fought so hard to find. The place your parents will never get to see. You were alone.

Your palms feel sweaty all of a sudden and your damned breathing started faltering. You squeeze your eyes shut, hands closing into fists, panic settling in. You feel like your falling again, even though your still in the bed and you want to cry but not in front of this stranger, and-

Warmth envelopes your form. Your eyes shoot open and you freeze. Maria was holding you, your head tucked into her chest.

You both stayed like that for a moment before Maria reaches over and presses something cool to your lips. It's the glass of water and it wasn't until then when you realized how dry your throat was, and so sore.

Maria smiles softly at you before placing the glass in your hands and brushing a stray hair from your face.

"You don't have to be alone here."

It's been three months since then and you've settled in to the community nicely.

After Maria showed you around and explained all the details of the commune, you became drawn to the stables. Your parents had lived on a farm together before the outbreak, always talking about how peaceful life was. How they hoped to find one for the three of you one day.

You spent every day since in the stables, reading about horses and how to take care of one. You excelled in riding lessons and was almost immediately assigned to stable duty.

You had been tending to the horses when you first met Ellie. You had seen her before. In the dining halls or even when she would come and pick Shimmer up before patrol training.

She was a bit older than you, an air of maturity surrounded her. She was so cool. And you maybe had a little teeny weeny crush on her. Ellie always threw you polite smiles and small waves but your interactions were never more than that.

Until one day, you were brushing Shimmer out, cooing and softly whispering sweet words to the horse. You couldn't help it, you found the horses just too cute.

"Aww does horsey like being pampered? Ohh yes the best gir-" The sound of a low giggle cuts you off, you flinch from the small spook and your eyes blow wide as you notice the source of the sound.

"Oh," you mumble, shocked to see Ellie herself just a few steps away from you and Shimmer, 'hello".

"Hey. Y/n, right?" you were surprised that Ellie knew your name. All you could do was nod. "You seem to know a lot about horses" she adds.

You nod slowly, again.

"Well, uh if you don't mind..."

"Oh! yeah, yes! Sorry," you back away from Shimmer, watching as Ellie saddles her up and wraps the reins around her hand.

"Guess I'll see you around?" Ellie tilts her down slightly to meet you eyes.

"Um, yeah! For sure," you swallow nervously and Ellie just smirks and turns on her heels, slightly tugging the reins for Shimmer to follow her.

You don't know why but Ellie started showing up to the stables a lot more frequently after that. At first you thought she was taking up more patrol shifts but you quickly realized she never took a horse with her when she would leave.

You quickly became close with the older girl, sharing a similar sense of humor, getting on Joel's nerves together or sneaking away to the movies.

And you told Ellie everything. How you made it to Jackson, how you think you might like girls too, how you fear being alone. She just always knew what to say, what you needed in that moment.

"Being alone is a fear I have too. I'm not sure if it will ever go away but you'll meet people who will make you forget," Ellie pauses and ruffles your head, causing frizzy flyaways to sprout from your hair. You go to complain but she cuts you off, "Like when I met you".

Your cheeks flush from Ellie's confession, shoving her hands away from your hair, fingers lingering maybe a bit too long.

Ellie had invited you over later that week.

"Bring some pajamas," was all she said before rushing off with Shimmer.

You had anticipated the sleepover all day, trying to find ways to stay busy and pass the time. You had spent lots of nights at Ellie's place but it was never for longer than a couple hours, and definitely never to sleep over.

The sun was setting when you heard a swift knock at your door. You rushed the door, reminding yourself to play it cool before swinging the door open.

Ellie was waiting there in all her glory, a little tired but she seemed excited for the evening as well. "Ready?"

You shove your feet into your shoes and scoop your backpack up that was already packed and ready at the door. "Mhm!"

You follow her back to her place, shoulders brushing and listening to her retell the events of her short patrol that day.

"Anyways I have some super fun things planned for tonight," she says over her shoulder as she pushes open the door to her room.

"Yeah? Like what?" you ask, dropping your bag and toeing your shoes off at the door.

"Top secret. Super confidential, sorry," she teases. You roll your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips because everything that Ellie says you find amusing.

The night goes as any other time you two hang out. You doodle together, or play some random card game, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. After Joel brings some food in for you both, that's when Ellie decides it's time to bust out the surprise.

"Okay!" she claps, "pajama time. Shoo shoo, go change," you sigh, slightly annoyed to be cutting your meal short but you oblige because you could never say no to Ellie.

By the time you come out of the bathroom, dressed in a huge hoodie, sleep shorts, and some fuzzy socks on your feet that Ellie had brought back from one of her patrols. It was a small gift but it always made you feel warm inside when you knew that Ellie thought of you.

"Are you gonna finally tell me what all the fuss is about?" you whine, plopping down on the bed next to her. She had also changed into something more comfortable. Seeing Ellie in her pajamas caused this overwhelming desire to latch onto her like a koala and never let go. She just looked so cozy.

"Don't know. You don't seem all that excited, maybe we should just go to sleep-" Ellie sighs, stifling a laugh at your annoyed expression.

You shove her shoulder playfully and Ellie clears her throat. "Drumroll please". You pat your thigh rapidly, the beat erratic, then Ellie whips out what seems to be some sort of comic.

Your eyes widen when as you recognize the cover, It was the sixth issue of Savage Starlight, a comic book Ellie had convinced you to read and effectively got you hooked on. It was something you both had in common and would often spend hours gushing over the story.

"No way! How did you get you hands on this!?" you reach for the comic book, rotating and examining it, grip gentle as to not ruin the obviously deteriorating cover.

"Found it a few days ago in an old bookstore. Was thinking maybe we could read it. Together," Ellie almost sounded shy. You nod your head excitedly, looking up at her.

"Yes! A thousand times yes!" you bounce a little on the mattress, smile wide, eyes nearly closed from how hard your grinning.

Ellie's can't help but feel so fond, your reaction worth almost getting mauled by an infected for the comic. Your enthusiasm dies down a bit as you notice Ellie's eyes on you. You start to feel a little self-conscious, face flushing pink.

It was that exact moment that Ellie couldn't keep it it any longer.

"Can I kiss you?"

You freeze, mouth slightly agape in shock. Did you hear her right? Ellie Williams wants to kiss me?

"Um, sure," your answer shocks you even more but you cant bring yourself to take it back because your lips are instantly met with Ellie's. Your stomach swoops, filling with butterflies as her slightly chapped lips stay pressed to your softer ones and your eyes slip shut.

Ellie is the first to pull away and you open your eyes to see she's still close, her own cheeks dusted pink. It wasn't anything but short and sweet, no longer than a peck but you couldn't help the happiness that bubbled up.

"C'mon," Ellie breaks the silence, "let's start the comic."

You glance down at your lap shyly, smile never leaving your face as you nod. "Yeah, okay."

And so you spend the rest of the night, shoulders pressed together as Ellie reads out the comic to you in silly voices, eventually falling into a comfortable slumber, head rested on Ellie's shoulder.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

i think in the finale yaz should say “i think you need a doctor” and she should kiss 13 and there shouldnt be a scifiwifey reason for it like 9 had to kiss rose but while shes kissing her she handcuffs her to the tardis console and the doctor doesnt notice bc shes being kissed by yaz can you blame her but then yaz takes a step back, expresses her intentions like 12 does in the doctor falls to bill and nardole after missy leaves with the crucial difference that yazs intentions are not to die and take as many as possible with her, but to live and save the doctor and oh yeah maybe the universe too.

and the doctor tries to grab her to stop her but shes yanked back by the console shes handcuffed too and yaz is just of reach (oh the irony) and yaz just looks at her like the doctor looked at her in timeless children, apologetic but determined, and then she just turns around and leaves without saying anything else and the doctor yells at her to come back of course and yaz doesnt of course but THEN emergency programme one activates and yaz has left her a little hologram message that wears a rueful little smile and says:

“emergency programme one! didnt know i knew about that one did you? lots of things you dont know about me. your turn to listen now, doctor. your turn to stay put. im sorry to do this because i know how it feels but hey at least im planning to walk back in through those doors in an hour or two. you never gave me that certainty. so chin up, bighead. we’re almost there.

ive got a plan. it’s more of a plan than you tend to work with [oi!] but im not as much of an improviser. we’ve all got our strengths. but the thing is for this plan im gonna need someone here.”

then she explains exactly what she needs the doctor to do and when, some technobabble that im not writing bc we’ve all got our strengths

“so theres your task. im sure you’ll be brilliant. [how am i supposed to-] you can reach all the necessary controls from here, ive made sure. [...youve thought of everything] of course i thought of everything i learnt from you didnt i? and if im wrong im sure houdini taught you something about how to get out of handcuffs.

but even if he did, please stay here, do as youre told, and we’re all getting out of this alive. tea at mine after? i owe my family an explanation. gonna need your help with that because i dont think i even know where to start. i believe youve got some experience with that.” theres a beat and hologram yaz takes a deep breath “so, see you soon. and i love you”

[hamartia-grander]

Hell yeah i got some recs!! Most of mine are going to be more Hank and Connor or Reed900 centric, so keep that in mind.

From it's Own Wreck by Jivvin is my current favorite! It's a ghost au based on the film Just Like Heaven (2005) and it's full of gorgeous writing and has lots of great moments in it. I can't recommend it enough. It is incomplete, but the author regularly updates and it's a few chapters away from being finished.

Deviating and Solving Crime with 100% Human Detective Connor by CaptainKenway. Exactly what it says. You're solving crime with a 100% human detective, nothing else. Nothing suspicious about him. 0_0 It has some good angst and funny moments, and i really enjoyed reading it.

Detroit 07 by Rhinozilla is INCREDIBLE! It's a 38 part series (i know, im stilling working through it) and it's got so much angst, found family, comfort, crack shenanigans, and just as much plot as there is silly oneshots. It's got some OCs in it that are amazing and fit so well into the story, and it does deviate a little bit from the norm (different name for Nines for example, and no reed900) but it's still really good. Since there are so many parts to it and two of the parts are over 400k each, here are some of the smaller oneshots that can be read easily by themselves:

Color Wheel: Connor sustains minor damage to the hardware controlling his appearance. Everybody in the bullpen is united with one singular mission: do not let Connor know that his hair keeps changing colors.

The Breathing Graveyard: The DPD sends Connor to talk down a volatile deviant that's holed up in a trailer near the android scrapyard. It doesn't go the way any of them expect.

Bubbles: Connor gets stuck watching a lost little girl while they wait for her parents to come pick her up at the station.

And then i'd recommend Chapter 51 of Camaraderie if you're up for a wholesome father-son moment.

Through Your Veins by AceEmerson: Nines gets hurt and Gavin takes him back to his apartment to patch them up. There is also an android cat, first kiss, and TENSION

Secret by sv962: Role-reversal Reed900, first kiss. Tis very good. Semi-short at less than 5k and you want a good little role reversal, i recommend it.

The unexpected benefits of having a therapist terminator by texs_sins: Undeviated Nines decides to become Gavin's therapist to help improve their work partnership. 'Surely exposing himself to human emotions won't make a difference, after all nothing has ever made him deviate, right?' it's a fantastic fic and i love their take on Machine Nines and Deviated Nines. (fair warning because it's not listed in the tags, there's a little bit of smut in the last chapter, but easily skippable if you aren't up for it)

Beautifully Unique and Strange by cliffhanging: autistic Connor oneshot because we need more autistic Connor fics

Only Skin Deep by the AsexualofSpades: pre-relationship Reed900, where Nines tries to hide as much of his androidness in response to his anti-android partner five times and the one time he doesn't. It has a nice follow up fic too and i recommend it!

i think that's a fair amount to stop at, oh my god. And thanks again for your recs!! I'm gonna get reading to them tonight!! <3<3<3

Ahhh hell yes! Thank you so much!!

I have read the texs_sins fic (and most of theirs) but I'd definitely reread them bc I love them a lot so thank you for reminding me!

I am ALWAYS DOWN for more father son content with Hank and Connor, thank you SO much. It's so hard for me to find any these days.

Detroit 07... Almost sounds like a kind of Brooklyn 99 AU? In which case idk if I should read it just yet because I am also writing a dbh brooklyn 99 AU and I don't want to accidentally steal ideas or be influenced by someone else, but maybe after I post my own work I'll check it out! (two cakes!)

These all sound super fun thank you for the recommendations!! <333

[thebrideoftiffany]

okay idk much about horror stuff bc I am a pansy but I do know a lot about being very deadpanned and odd as a child so imagine its kind of like the scene with steve and dustin where they’re walking through the woods but instead of baiting an eldritch monster, hes getting dragged to a graveyard to dig up someone’s dead pet

hes awakened by the feeling of eyes on him.

sam is standing not too far from the end of his side of the bed, knocking his foot off the bed when he notices that steve is up.

“come on” sam harshly whispered , “i need you to take me to the graveyard”

“TO THE GRAVE-“ a shush from sam and groan from henry shuts him quickly. steve points to the door and sam understands immediately

“why do you need to go to a graveyard in the middle of the night!” steve whisper yells.

“he’s up” sam offers nothing else. nothing but a quick pace to the doorway sliding into his boots he never ties and picking up steve’s keys. looking between the bedroom door and the front door left open steve makes a decision to follow after sam and ask questions later. he doesnt need henry waking up panicking about his kid running off in the middle of the night, especially to a graveyard.

with a huff, begrudgingly stuffing his feet into his slippers (house shoes be damned).

sam already parked himself in the front passenger seat, his music playing way too loud, as if its a regular day and not the middle of the night.

“finally! hes probably dead again already”

it all feels like really weird dream. hes driving on a shitty dirt road through the woods to go to a graveyard because his boyfriend’s son told him to. steve’s waiting for the faceless monsters to come out to fully commit to the strangeness.

and sam… Sam is not saying a goddamn thing. no explanation, no slips of information. just telling steve where to turn.

“can i at least ask…” steve trailed off when fixed sam’s sharp gaze on him

“you get one question”

“who is ‘he’?”

“binx” he said it like it was common sense. ahh yeah we’re going to see binx at the graveyard @ 3am what else would we be doing

“you have your shovel right?”

“my shovel?”

“you used all your questions. yes or no?”

“i never had a shovel…i have a bat?”

“great steve! gonna beat a hole in the ground.”

“im sorry, i didnt know i would grave digging anytime soon. i’ll be better prepared for next time”

“see look a quick learner too! and they say youre just a pretty face” sam said with a sarcastic smile “it should be fine he doesnt feel that big so maybe hes not that deep in. nothing a big stick and rock cant do” he continued, mumbling mostly to himself

sam walks off on his own analyzing every stick and stonehenge, steve following close behind him (its one thing to take sam in the middle of the night but to lose him too, he might as well stay at the yard)

“what are we looking for?”

“i answered that already” walking closer to the end of the graveyard, where it started to bleed into the woods. steve was starting to regret not having a flashlight

it wasnt until sam stopped by some loose dirt that looked like it was breathing. “fuck fuck fuck i got you little buddy dont worry” it came out rushed a worried. the most empathetic steve has ever heard sam sound. it worried him the usually quiet and deadpanned teen sounded on the edge of tears. wordlessly, steve rushed off to help dig up the dirt with his bare hands.

they had dug until steve saw a small black paw. moving more frantically when a weak cry was heard, sam tried moving the dirt from around the animal to give more space to move around. few minutes of waiting and the cat was crawling its way up. slowly and gently, sam had coaxed the whimpering cat onto his laps, laying calming pets on its head.

the cat was small and all black, had a weird face; missing left eye and tattered ear, the left side of his face was furless in general. The cat was shaking but not frightened, “hey uh..” breaking the tense silence “i have a sweater in the backseat of the car, do you uh…do you think he’s cold” steve had offered, just wanting to help.

there was a beat of silence, before sam attempted to stand up without disturbing the the cat, “that’ll be great actually” he said softly, all of his attention focused on the cat.

a quiet walk back to the car, steve opens the front door to help sam in and then goes through the back to grab his hoodie from the backseat. “do you need anything else while we’re out?”

“i dont think anything is open right now… but binx will need some food soon” another duration of silence before steve piped up again.

“can i at least know what just happened?” before sam could respond steve interrupted with, “and no more evading answers. you woke me up to go get a dead cat. i at least should know what is happening”

“…binx wasnt on his last life. i felt him come back alive again and needed to make sure he was okay.” the cat was now asleep, bundled up in the sweater and in sam’s arms.

“does henry know about this…cat resurrection thing youre doing”

“of course. he usually helps nurse them back to health and we take them to shelters so they can find families again” the smallest but most genuine smile steve has ever seen flashed on sam’s face before it was back to his usual stony, impassive state. “do we have eggs at home binx will need some protein”

“yeah yeah sure…” steve was unsure how to take the answer. on one hand it still felt like a weird dream and the other he was still too tired to tired to question whether sam was bullshitting him or not. what truly outdid him for the night was when he heard sam start to coo at the cat.

sam softly baby talking to the cat, “and maybe some bread, you came back from the dead you deserve a little special treat” bewildered but not entirely sure hes surprised by the turn this night had taken steve pulled into his parking spot.

“im going to take him to my room, can you get started on boiling like 2 eggs” not taking his eyes off the cat he walked up to the door and waited for steve to open it.

steve went into the bathroom to wash the dirt off his hands before going back to the kitchen to grab a pot and eggs and got that started. the need for sleep started to settle in but if he stayed in the kitchen. sam came back looking in the cabinet for a bowl, choosing some tupperware and filling it with water, he wordlessly went back to his room

this turned out way longer than i thought it was going to be sorry and sorry for any mistakes.

oh my god anon i Love it thank you for sharing

bonding with your boyfriend's son through his hobby of resurrecting pets. also you mentioned sam just standing over them while they sleep, and i've always thought of that as a staple of the horror-ish aus, where steve wakes up to this creepy kid just Staring at him in the middle of the night and jumps a foot in the air while henry is like "aw. hey baby. you wanna sleep in here?"

the next morning, after their little impromptu fieldtrip, steve's pretty groggy, sipping what he knows will be the first of multiple coffees. sam isn't paying him any more attention than he usually does (which is none) and he'd be convinced it was all a strange dream if it weren't for the cat purring in his lap.

"good morning," henry says, rounding into the kitchen and immediately spotting the cat, "oh, binx is up. why didn't you get me last night?"

"you said you had a headache," sam mutters back and steve can see his boyfriend soften.

"sweet boy," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around sam and pressing his cheek against his hair (only person who's ever been allowed to do something like that), "but i don't want you going out by yourself in the middle of the night."

"i didn't," sam says, "steve was with me."

"oh, he was?" henry says, sparing a glance for his boyfriend before turning back to his son, "and did you tell him thank you?"

steve can see sam sigh a little before actually looking at him for the first time all morning.

"thank you, steve."

steve mutters back a soft welcome, more interested in watching henry smile and press a kiss against the crown of sam's head before pulling away. he's sort of convinced that he's actually still in a dream, that he never woke up and it's just ongoing, but when henry presses a kiss against his lips and murmurs his own thanks for taking care of his boy, he decides he doesn't mind.

[lanadelreyrocks]

So remember wheb I told u guys I would write a fanfiction...YEAH SO I DID ABOUT THESE TWO GUYS IN MY SCHOOL WHO WE HAVE CODE NAMES IN. IM BORED AND THIS IS WHAT I DO IN MY FREE TIME BC LIKE...WHY NOT? Here ya go..so idk if this will be a new ship but here I introduce to you...

MANGO X APPLE

Warning: fluff, gay ppl, and uh yeah making out ❤️😁

(this is some fruity guys in my school tehehehe) so I wrote a fic of them, i will be doing headcannons so y'all comprehend better..

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Apple was sitting in class sitting next to Mango. Until Mango had to move seats because he was too talkative with Apple, he was upset. Really upset. Either way, Mango wasn't so happy about the teacher moving him away from Apple. Mango actually hated her now just for that. He kept on staring at apple, death staring him actually, but at the same time so admiring and sweet. You could tell Apple was flustered, a lot actually he even had to use the restroom to get himself together. Apple raised his hand, "Miss, may I use the restroom?". "Yes go ahead!" Mango raised his hand as well, "May I go too?" The teacher nodded, "Alright just don't take too much time" Mango smirked at Apple, making his way to the restroom. Apple opened the stall, thinking he closed it shut but instead felt a deep groan on his neck. "Mango not now." Mango wrapped his hands around his waist "Why nottt??" "Because Mango.. we have class right now.." Apple tried getting mangos hands off him put he wouldn't let go. "It's gonna be fine I promise.."Mango assured him closing the stall door and sliding the lock close. Apple sighed, Mango was still holding onto him tightly. "Hey why did you put your mask back on..Take it off." Mango took Apple's mask off from his ear, but before it completely fell off Apple stopped him. "Mango no.." Apple tried holding onto to his mask but Mango obviously ripped it off. "I said take it off." Apple looked down, until Mango turned facing him, holding his face into his hands, "Sorry, I just really think you need to stop hiding your face, it looks adorable"  Apple looked up at him, their eyes making intense eye contact, Apple couldn't hold it for much long, he was shy. Apple smiled slightly and looked down, a few seconds of silence was passing by until it was interrupted by Mangos lips colliding with Apple's. It wasn't just any kiss, it was a French one. Mango pushed Apple onto the toilet seat, kneeling down without his lips leaving Apple's. Apple put his hand on Mangos chest pushing him away slightly, apple started breathing heavily, resting his head on the wall behind. But of course , Mango continued. He started on the bottom of his neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind. Apple moaned softly

 "d-don't..don't do it do hard..". "Aww why not? Can't take it can you?" Mango teased chuckling with his hot voice on Apple's neck sent chills down his spine. Apple, still looking up at the roof said, "No you idiot, your gonna leave hickeys on my neck." Mango smiled, bringing Apple's chin down to face him, "Then I guess I'll have to leave them on your thighs." Apples pale skin turned red, just as red as an apple 🍎 ( LMAOOO💀) "Cat got your tongue?" Mango stared at Apple waiting for his response, yes, the cat got his tongue, and this time the cat was Mango. Mango chuckled "Alright let me fix it for you." Once again Mangos lips caused an apocalypse against Apples. Apple let go for a little, he was probably paralyzed by Mangos words. "We have to get back to class now." Apple whispered, still catching his breath trying to get up, but Mango holded onto Apple's hips, not letting his escape. "Mango we have to go now." "No" "Mango please." "No." "Mango." Apple sighed, "Mango that's enough ok?" "No it's not enough I need more." Apple couldn't hold it in for much longer, seeing Mango begging for him all needy. Apple smiled before bringing Mango into a deep, passionate kiss. Mango couldn't help but slide his tongue in his mouth in the process. After they broke the kiss, Apple stood up, Mango still in shock that Apple had shown some affection. just for him. "Now is that enough?" Apple smiled snapping Mango out of his trance. Mango stood up bringing Apple into a tight hug planting a kiss on his neck. "For now."

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[beomglocks]

Imagine date night with husband of 3 years!yeonjun 😩 then telling him your preggeronis (you didn’t drink of course), and starting a family with him

stop i just got all warm like :(

being at dinner with him then just being all nervous

it would be your anniversary or some kind of important date and yeonjun invites you out to dinner

he would be so excited bc lately you haven’t really been wanting to go out

(for some odd reason ;) )

but he’s finally managed to drag you out the house

and get into some pretty clothes too

everything is going great! you order the food you love ( you eat for 2 but yeonjun doesn’t question it )

actually he finds it cute and endearing that you’re eating so much

“wow they must’ve made the food just right this time huh” he jokes.

you’re just like hahah yeah i must’ve been hungry idk 🤡

suddenly the wine he ordered earlier comes out and his eyes light up bc he knows it’s both of your favs

“we should do a toast” he suggests.

in your mind you’re like “fuuuuuck how do i get out of this one..”

“oh yeonjunnie… im not really all that thirsty actually..”

he laughs thinking you’re joking around

“y/n you love this wine so much you once asked the waiter if we could take a bottle to go,” he rolls his eyes at the memory. “now come on.”

he motions his cup to you and ur just like nah i really can’t this time

he’s like you?????refusing??????your fav drink??????

“ok what’s going on did you find a hair in the cup who do i need to sue?”

you’re like “what no there’s no hair jeez yeonjun”

sees you hesitating a lot so he waits patiently

you pause for dramatic effect

he’s staring at you like you’re abt to say ur breaking up with him even tho ur married

no his mind is racing he’s like what did I do wrong

“maybe i shouldn’t have forced her to come outside ^]*]+]^[*\+ IM SUCH A BAD HUSBAND”

you don’t even know why you’re scared of his reaction

all he’s ever talked abt for the past 3 years is making babies and having mini mes

so you take a deep breath and decide to tell him

“im pregnant”

he’d still be staring at you as if you didn’t speak

when it hits him he’s like omg….

OMG^]*{£€]£\

his brain is glitching he can’t even respond properly

literally happier than you

screaming crying the whole shabang

disturbing the other guests

everyone is staring at y’all bc he won’t stop crying

“guys im gonna be a dad” (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

everyone’s like ok??? ( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°) can you stfu we’re tryna eat here

everyone who didn’t hear him just sees him crying they definitely get the wrong impression but he doesn’t care bc you’re FINALLY pregnant

pleading for you to stay forever with him and practically birth an entire country

“we’re gonna make so many babies i promise you” he sobs

you’re looking at him like woah there cowboy slow ur horses

“easy for you to say you’re not the one who has to carry them 🤨”

apologizes but you know if it were up to him he would make it happen

goes to your side trying to rub your belly and now you can’t stop laughing

“hey yeonjun jr it’s me your appa 🥺 can you hear me? im right here”

tears of joy are shed

“how many months has it been?” he asks.

“3 weeks…”

he’s like 😳 “so that time..”

you’re like plz we’re in public can we just enjoy this

kisses you so much

no bc he’s been trying like really hard to get you pregnant

it didn’t work during the honeymoon

didn’t even work 3 years later

and now you have a mini me inside you

“they’re gonna be so cute i just know it” he’s so sure

has been waiting for this moment so he has a mental list of girl and boy names on deck

he’s like are we gonna make more we need a full house im planning to buy a 5 bedroom

you’re like slow your horses i beg

he’s like nah that baby isn’t gonna be a single child they need siblings

siblings as in plural

not a question

he doesn’t want the baby to grow up alone like he did :(

granted single child’s get the most attention but he wants his children to be their own friends :(

after that is baby making time like every week

he’s determined for your first child to have little siblings

unfortunately for you it works

you tap out after the 3rd child

he knows your limits so he’s ok with it

ofc ofc makes sure you’re ok during the entire process

and he does end up upgrading the house

he’s literally the best father????

gives his children his all and truly cares for them 🥺✋

idk he’s just cool dad vibes

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general taglist 🥝╰╮𖦹 ̣ ˖

@yeonyeonyeonjun @day6andetcetera @yuto-darling @starsoogyu @dreamiesminx @poppys-poppy @gyuza @xiaoting999 @kkyubear

[spikesbimbo]

Soft sex pt.1   pt.2

-MSBY

Tags: cuddle fucking,cockwarming, morning sex, big dick!meian, bath sex, makeup sex, praise kink, hurt/comfort, pussy job

a/n: vanilla is not something to be ashamed of, its way more common than you think, you don't need to be doing kamasutra every night to keep the spark. none of that daddy shit in this. Srry : /

i also don't proofread, i h8 reading works right after i finish them, so let me know if anything's wrong.

NO KINKY FREAKY ASS SHIT 

**ONLY SOFT SEX BEYOND THIS POINT**

18+ Minors DNI

-Hinata

….Morning... sex. mmhmm

He could usually control his morning wood

But after being gone for so many days, finally coming home to see you, it was impossible

You woke up after you heard a few groans, feeling him rut into your back, turning over to see his face flushed and cheeks red, whether it be from getting caught or his activities 

So you decide to help him as a good s/o should

But you're also tired… 

So you just pull your pants off and tell him to go at it, not too rough because you had to work in the afternoon.

-

“Baby, you okay?” you faintly asked, turning around, eyes trying to open after hearing him make some noises. You hated when people disturbed your sleep, which you oh so loved, but your boyfriend was an exception, sometimes.

But what you didn't expect when you opened your eyes was catching him, red faced, with his hand in his boxers trying to make it stop. Looking like he was in a lot of pain, so your quick mind got on it, not wanting to see his face in any more discomfort.

“Here” you said, shuffling your back into him while pulling down your panties, setting your ass on his bulge, grinding a little to get him to hurry up. Knowing this was the only way you could take care of him.

“You sure?” he asked already putting his cock into you being needy as ever, which indeed you thought was cute in way but him stretching you out made you respond by pushing yourself even more against him, bottoming out which both of you let out some moans and curses, softly saying them as he wrapped his arms around your torso, giving you a minute before he started moving.

“S-shoyo”  you quietly gasped, holding onto the pillow as he pushed himself into you trying to close your eyes and relax, slowly but restlessly, getting deeper in you with every thrust. Leaning back into him his arm now moving around your chest, angling himself to where it felt good. 

His thrusts felt agonizingly slow, teasing almost, as he shoved his face into your shoulder, groaning how good you felt. “fuck, baby m’gonna cum.” he whined out. The pressure in his hips getting stronger with you clenching around him.

‘s’okay, hurry up and cum baby” you cooed, feeling him grow in you, wanting him to feel good, moving your hips back to catch his. “fuck-k” he finished, the warmness spreading into you, some dripping out onto your legs, slipping on the bed.

“You good now?” you giggled after some time, him finally sporting a smile instead of a frown. “thank you...” he shyly muttered out, turning you around to face him, wanting to see your pretty face.

“Can u wake me up at 3?” you asked, giving yourself another hour to get clean. Already being put back because you had to come in earlier today.

“Yeah cutie.” he said, putting it on his phone, you too worn out to do anything but stay still, now facing him while he snuggled into your chest, his head right under yours, finally getting the rest you deserved.

-Atsumu

You were a sensitive little thing, loving how rough and needy he got with you.

But sometimes you needed a break, it hurting too much leaving you sore.

But you're also a fiend for him okay?

who wouldn't be?

Jumping on him every hour of the day.

So you go and straight up, atleast try to, tell him that you want him to be easier with you.

But you were also embarrassed of it, being so needy for him, also not wanting his ego to get any higher than it was,  due to you basically you telling him you needed him everyday.

And he's like ok!! on it (¬‿¬)

-

“What wrong pretty girl, hmmm?” he asked, pulling your waist closer to him, dragging his hand on your upper thigh, fingers finding the outline of you panties under that skirt you were wearing. Him wondering why you looked so distraught just walking up to him.

“Tsumie” you said ignoring his question, bringing up your own, trying your best to get it out only for it to get caught in your throat.

“Hmm?” he responded turning all his attention on you, his gaze making you even more nervous.

“I- um... was just wondering if you could- ya know....bealittlemoregentlenexttime?” you said, muttering the last part out, hoping he understood and wouldn't inquire any further. 

He paused for a minute, taking in what you just said, glad that you were comfortable enough to express your thoughts around him, pulling you closer until his face was to your chest, looking up at you with his eyes glistening due to the reflection of the lamp in them. “Right now princess?” he smirked much softer than he usually did.

“Here baby. You're gonna come with me, and i'm gonna take good care of you...real good care of you.” he said, playful traces underlying his words, getting up from his chair while picking you up with him, hands under your thighs already causing a problem. Yes you loved dom, rough atsumu but when he was sweet and gentle, that was a whole nother story, as you could prove right now.

He gently laid you on the bed, taking all your clothes off, kissing all over you until you were wet enough, before attempting to “test” you with his fingers. To which you whined in protest, wanting him in you right now, wanting to feel his warmth inside and out of you.

He positioned himself on top of you, listening to whatever you wanted, fully settling himself inside after sometime, giving you time to adjust to him. He started moving his hips back and forth, his view of you beneath him being picture perfect, as you could say them the same before leaning down into you, muttering words of praise and affection in your ears. The only sound you responded with was moans and cries, but the look in your eyes, the look of want and need, the baseline for love, told him what he wanted to hear, but it wasn't enough.

“Thank you for putting up with me, you know i love you, huh? tell me baby.” he said not rushing you wanting you to feel at ease with him “Tell me you know i love you” he finished, desperate undertones in his words, looking at you with those big sweet eyes.

“I-i know you... love- me.” you choked out, his soft thrusts still hitting you deep, knocking on your cervix, but it felt so good; being in eachothers arms,  hitting all the right spots, his breath in your face entangling with yours, feeling more connected than ever. Before you knew it the two of you had finished more than once, now resting in eachothers arms, a 

“You feel good baby? He asked, an airy smile plastered on his face, you trying to do the same moving closer to him so he could hear you, arms still wrapped around each other.

“yeah.”

 -Kiyoomi

You loved him so much, even when he was a meanie

And he did the same, internally grateful that he was lucky enough to get someone as sweet as you.

Which is why he was making up for the argument he started earlier today.

Not meaning anything he said, just stressed and taking it out on you : ( not knowing how to apologize with words.

So he does what he knows you love, but you never ask him bc you don't want to bother him. 

You loved him touching you and vice versa, but you respected his wishes and only did it when you two were alone, even holding back in private too, not wanting to bother him.

So he gives you want you want, a physical form of an apology, another way to express his feelings. 

-

“shh..” he tenderly mumbled into your ear, the one he’d been kissing on for the past few minutes, the sloppiness of it that you loved. Your chest to his back, being completely nude with your legs spread open, one of his hands pinching your nipple while grabbing the rest of the flesh around it.

The sweat and tears adoring your face, masked in pleasure, trying your best to look up at him only to receive a kiss on the head.  

“Yoomi~”  you sofly cried, clinging on your hands back onto the fabric of his shirt, the one that he got back from his press conference in, the one that he came back in a bad mood, immediately taking it out on you.

His thumb played with your clit, two of his long fingers sliding in as well, leaving you more of a mess then you were already in, his voice accompanied, encouraging you to. He curled his fingers into you, not roughly but hard enough to make you feel it. Your other hand shakily grabbing onto the arm he was blessing you with.

You were such a sweetheart for him, an angel he thought. As soon as you walked in the room he could swear he saw a halo around your head, looking at you long enough to where he could bask in your beauty, but short enough to where you couldn't tell.

Sometimes he felt like he didn't deserve you, being such a bad boyfriend that can't attend to your “needs”, feeling like a dead weight on you. But the way you followed him around like a lost puppy, expressing your love for him in ways you knew he would like reassured him that you were the one.

“-omi” you moaned, legs now shaking, holding them in place with his arm, his fingers working faster while his hand was still cupping your breast squeezing it every once in a while.

“Come for me love.” he warmly mumbled into your ear, taking a break from kissing down your neck, his marks accompanying the glistening of your skin, being the prettiest sight in his eyes. You freezed up in his arms, finally letting go of his shirt, your head rolling back as far as it could. You ultimately getting the both of you dirty, your cum being now a puddle beneath you two, not having the energy to fret about it.

He lets you rest in his arms after your high, lightly resting his head on top of yours, giving it another kiss, gently holding you leaning into you before whispering a faint “Im sorry.”

-Bokuto

This is regular occurrence for you two

Yes, he fucks the shit out of you, but lovingly < 3

You two always express your love for each other through touch, being intimate leaves to you in a daze.

But after he wins a game and sees you in the crowd so excited, a big smile appears on his face, feeling grateful to have you in his life.

He shows you how much he appreciates you

-

“i love you....so much” he said, dragging your clothes off, eyes following you like a needy puppy, his shirt hanging on by one of his arms still in it, the rest of him naked. 

You could only giggle in response, taking off the bra yourself, seeing that he was trying his hardest too, not wanting to take any longer. “Ko, baby what about you?” you said referring to his state letting out another laugh. His hair even more messed up from taking off his hoodie faster than  you've ever seen, looking like a little kid trying to dress themselves.

“baby.” you murmur, your hands landing on the sides of his face, into your space, trying to bring him back to reality for a second. “I'm always gonna be here, always... so you can take your time” you finished, seeing he finally took your suggestion as he stood up.

He took off his shirt, now being fully naked for your eyes to admire. But before you could let your hands touch his chest he grabbed them, softly pulling you into his lap, wrapping his big arms around you while letting his head rest on your shoulder.

You got the hint and relaxed as he lined himself up with you, moving his head so that he could see before pushing himself inside trying to hold back his eagerness. “feel good?” he asked thrusting in you a little, the blush covering his cheeks as he held your body closer. 

“yeah...feels so good.” you faintly whined out. “...only you could make me feel this way” 

His big frame melted into yours as he started moving, your words being music to his ears, his slow strokes making you feel his need. You leaned your head on his shoulder too, slightly moving your hips with his, wanting to feel him even deeper.

His hands moved to your ass and the top of your back, gripping them firmly against his soft movements, letting out moans as he felt you clench around him, the soft flesh being the only thing  keeping him grounded. 

“F-fuck baby” he started before you cut him off with a “shh, you can cum.” trying your best to seem stable with the way he was fucking you, bouncing on him, hitting those seep spots over and over.

You felt him release, the wetness dripping down your thighs falling onto his, hearing a few curses and moans along with it, giving you puppy dogs eyes asking if you'd let him fuck you again, and of course you couldn't say no.

He kept you in this position for the rest of the night so he could hear all the words of affection, the praise you said he deserved, moaned into his ear. The scratch marks and bruises being the only physical trace left, reminding him of the love you two shared.

“You did great bo.” you said with a smile, sitting in his lap, eyes fluttering as you feel asleep along with him. His grip on you was still tight, kissing you on the forehead, his way of letting you know how much he loved you.

-Meian

Date night yayyyy

Anyways, he’s admiring how beautiful you are, thanking the gods for giving you to him

And he wants to show you how much he worships the ground you walk on, taking it nice and slow, as usual, but this time it would stay like that.

Even if he tries to be gentle with you its still gonna hurt for a min.

Poor baby :’ (

But its okay cause he’ll dote on you and coo in your ear of how good of a girl you are for taking him. :  )

-

“Please, meian.'' you whined, grabbing onto his chest, sweaty skin linking you two together, thighs connected to his hips. Rubbing your bare self on his length, the lace panties you had on being long gone, tossed somewhere on the floor.

He couldn't keep his eyes off of you the whole night, the outfit you had on hugging you just right, the skin peeking out every so often, his hands wondering all over you to your obvious enjoyment; and on the ride home he couldn't keep his eyes off your lips. The gloss shining bright in the streetlights, your natural pout shaping your pretty little face, so innocent, reminding him of all the times you weren't.

“shhh... its okay, I got you angel. We can take it slow, okay?” he said already reading your mind, knowing how his pretty girl thinks, holding your weight making sure you didn't slide down him too fast.

He let you do whatever you wanted to your heart's content, it was always about you, he'd always go along with what you wanted, never doing anything you didn't. You wanting to ride him out of the blue, wanting to take it at your pace. He was more than happy to provide, you usually letting him do whatever he wanted to you, its only right that he returned the favor.

“You good doll?” he groaned, only the tip being in you right now, trying to accommodate his size, even though you were wet from him jumping on you the minute you walked through the door. His hungry eyes not leaving you once, picking you up while shoving his lips on your soft ones, hands raking through your clothes, his hands pulling them off till you only had your panties on.

“Ease up baby, look... “ he stated, his grip on your hips with his big warm hands making you melt into his touch, distracting you from your end goal. “m’sorry... im trying to go faster” you let out, a few tears following while you froze in place. Your mind racing with the thoughts of this not feeling good for him, only you, instant regret flooding your train of thought.

“No, no, no angel,” he started worriedly, wanting to take care of you as he should, leaning up against the bed frame now being face to face with you. “its all about you okay? don't worry doll it feels good for me too, I'm not as impatient as i seem” he said, a slight laugh accompanying him trying to lighten the mood.

“here, lemme move all the way inside you, then you can do whatever you want alright.” he somewhat asked. You nodded, holding onto his shoulders as his hands and hips moved, slowly filling you up, now trembling in his grasp. The stretch making you whine, feeling his balls against your ass, already rutting into him letting out a few moans while he leaned back, thinking you were the most precious thing he's ever seen, a slight smirk now on his face.

“Alright angel, im all yours now.”

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[poppy-metal]

Nah but your bully reader x izuku holy fuck its so good just thinking about how one day the reader just gets so fucking out of line that izuku drags her to his room and just goes to town putting her in her place. just absolutely railing her as the headboard smacks against the wall and saying such dirty things like "I'll teach you to stop being so mean to me "I'll show you how much of a man I can be" or my favorite "cmon scream my name let everyone know this lowlife dork is making you cream on his cock" awooga anyways finally as shes about to reach her climax he just stops completely only to look her dead in the eyes and say "tell me you love me cmon say it and ill keep going" but shes so stubborn that she just pouts with a red face panting heavily as she looks away unable to meet his gaze. however this only fuels izuku causing him to lift her chin up to meet his green eyes that seem to boar into her very soul shaking her to the core. he chuckles at her doey eyed expression before speaking once again "funny you spend all that time looking down on me and now you cant even look me in the eye" he begins teasing her by rubbing his angry red tip between her slick folds causing her to gasp as he slams back into her over and over again until her brain turns to mush and its not long before he claims his reward. all that can be heard over the slapping of skins and moans are "i love you izuku" and "please cum inside i need it" and who is izuku to deny this request ?

No bc this punched me in the actual gut :(( 

Its after awhile in your little secret relationship and izuku is frankly tired of being treated like he doesn’t matter to you when it’s so glaringly obvious you’re in love with him. He’s not your dirty secret, and he’s a soft, romantic boy. He wants to fucking hold your hand in the hall and buy you flowers and be able to kiss you whenever he wants, he love language is quality time and acts of service okay, he’s dying on the inside slowly because the only time you’re soft for him is on his cock, but it’s not enough. 

So when a pretty, sweet girl smiles at him, and he know’s you’re watching he doesn’t try and bashfully reject her. He looks at you and makes sure you’re watching when he smiles and takes the slip of paper with her number on, slipping it in his back pocket. He expects the way your lip curls, the way your fists clench and the way you shove yourself out of your seat and stomp out of the common room. He’s already following you the second you’re out the door. 

He catches you around the waist from behind, presses your back against his chest when you struggle and leans forward, lips at your ear. “Tell me why i shouldn’t go” he’s pleading, squeezing you tight. “Give me a reason” 

You grit your teeth, actually feeling tears build because you’re so frustrated. With your feelings, with him, with all of it. “Fuck off. If you want some other bitch that’s on you. Hope she’s ready to be disappointed in bed”

He doesn’t even react to your jabs, his lips stay close to the back of your neck. “M’gonna have a big family one day, y’know?” he says softly. “I wanna be a dad,___. I want to be in love and have a woman who i can kiss and hold and share a life with. Who lets me make love to her” 

The last part is whispered right against the shell of your ear. You squirm. “I want that woman to be you” he finishes, and you close your eyes, feeling the way your heart caves in your chest.

You don’t know why you can’t just be easy to love. Its what izuku deserves, and the picture he’s painted….it’s what you want. You want to be the reason izuku smiles and gets dimples, you want to be the person he reaches out to and loves so hard. But you’re scared of the overwhelming way that giving yourself over to your love for him would make you powerless. You’d never recover if he left you, never. 

“I don’t wanna be your stupid housewife..” You mumble. Yes, you do. You feel his sigh against your hair, his breath moving it. 

“You do.” Izuku turns you around to face him. He traces a thumb over your cheek. “I know you wanna be my girl, yeah? You don’t need to shout it from the rooftops or wear it like a badge but...i need to know you- i need to hear you say it” 

You want to. You want to say it but - “im-” You look down, mumble, “im scared” 

Izuku smiles down at you, his eyes softening as his thumb brushes over your lip, slides down your neck and then drops down to grab your hand. “I know you are. Won’t make you say it how i wanna hear it yet. We’ll take it slow, okay? But im gonna hear you say it. By the end of tonight” He grins. “Even if i have to drag it out of you with orgasms” 

And later he does make you say it. Its not loud, or public, how he wants yet. But its a little give, to all your pushing. Even if he has to bully it out of you a little, has to drag the plush head of his dick through the soaked folds of your cunny and tease your little clit until you’re begging. 

Its a little cruel, honestly. The way he makes you so vulnerable, gasping and weeping as he fucks you so, so slow, dragging his cock along your walls in a painfully tender glide, making you feel every inch, knowing you’re dying, gasping, needing it harder, deeper, faster. “Say it, baby” he groans against your mouth, working his hips in tiny barely there increments, barely feeding you his cock how you want it. Licking your upper lip as you cry and whimper. “Tell the little nerd you like to tease so much how much you love him, go on” 

Your dig your nails into his freckled, flexing back as your eyes roll back, his pelvis grinding into your clit in sweet torture as you give in. “i-i love you, izuku. Please” 

“Mm, i know” he says, and you’re to far gone to catch the smugness behind it. He rewards you by gripping you under your thighs and pulling your legs up, sliding into you in a heavy and deep thrust that has his balls clapping against the underside of your pussy as he fills it deep. “Love you too. So much. Gonna make you wanna be my girlfriend one day, and then my pretty little wife, and then” He grunts, grinding. “The mother of my children”

[marvelousescapism]

i have a hot take: given that steve probably grew up around many first generation immigrants, including eastern europeans, and that new york is a generally very diverse place + that we know steve's a smart boy and probably has a very good memory, there's no way steve wouldn't recognize a little bit of russian at least. like, EE languages have a lot of similarities and with the amount of polish ppl, lithuanians etc that came to NY in the early 20th century im sure he would've picked up Something

like i know everyone's on about how bucky's a polyglot and knows like, every single language on earth bc of hydra but like. honestly in my opinion it would absolutely make sense for steve to be bilingual at Least and i dont know why people don't get on that more often? like the serum enhanced All of him that must include his memory or cognitive abilities to some extent and i dont see how he wouldnt be 100% invested in learning as much as he can esp with the opportunities he got in the future

Steve overhears Nat and Bucky talking shit in Russian all the time. They don't know he knows a little bit of Russian, but he picks up on key phrases like "idiot boyfriend" and "pain in the ass" and "he's lucky he's pretty" and understandably gets... curious. He takes up Russian classes at the weekend and doesn't tell anyone.

"Just doing extra shifts at the soup kitchen, Buck! Don't worry!"

Steve's a fast learner and, with what he knew already, pretty soon he can understand, like, 80% of the conversations they're having. Pretends he's still none the wiser.

One day, he's making lunch while Bucky relaxes on the sofa, bitching on the phone to Natasha in Russian about how "yeah, my idiot boyfriend didn't take out the kitty litter tray last night so now the apartment smells like cat pee. I know, I know, I'm gonna leave it on his pillow next time he forgets it's his turn."

He waits patiently, listening into the conversation, waiting for the perfect moment to slide right in with the perfect clap-back in his perfected Russian accent (best in his class, says his teacher (she's really nice - she gives him a smiley-face sticker whenever he does well on a test)).

He's on his way over to Bucky with a couple of smoothies when Bucky tells Natasha; "О нет, он понятия не имеет. Я купил кольцо на прошлых выходных, пока он помогал с раздачей еды в столовой для бездомных. И прямо сейчас мне нужно определиться, когда просить его руки."

["Oh, no, he has no idea. I bought the ring last weekend when he was in the soup kitchen. I just need to decide when to propose right now."]

Steve drops the smoothies on the floor. The glass smashes, smoothie splatters everywhere, Bucky jump out of his skin like "Holy shit, Rogers, what the fuck!? Are you okay? What happened!?"

Without thinking, Steve just blurts out "Баки, ты собираешься сделать мне предложение?!" ["Bucky, are you going to ask me to marry you!?"]

Bucky gapes at him for a moment. Blinks. Says to the phone "Hey, Nat? Something happened. I'll call you back." and hangs up. Takes a deep breath.

"Steve... how long have you been able to understand Russian?"

"Uh... quite a long while now..."

"So... you understood everything me and Nat were talking about...?"

"Yes, Bucky."

"Did... did you overhear the thing about your jogging shorts?"

"That you shrunk them in the washing machine on purpose so that they'd hug my butt better? Yeah, I heard that."

"And the thing about the--?"

"--About the cake you bought at the store and told me you baked it yourself? Yeah."

Bucky turns as red as borscht. "Uh... I'm sorry, Stevie."

"You can apologize after the wedding, dumbass."

Bucky grins and Steve forgets about the mess on the floor, practically diving onto the sofa to give Bucky a big sloppy kiss.

[violetlilysunshine]

Make Me - 18+

Friends with Benefits Frat Harry Holland x Female Reader

Requested by @chalametsamour : Desperately yearning for frat!harry with the dialogue prompt “you can be louder than that” bc cockiness is so sexy and im yearning..

WC: 2,759

Warnings: swearing [quite a few f bombs], cocky Harry meets fluffy sweet Harry, quiet reader, pet names [love, my girl, my quiet girl, tiger, darling, baby], cheeky reader and Harry, teasing by both parties, tiny hint of possessive Harry, protected sex [p in v], multiple orgasms [fem receiving], marking [love bites, nail scratches], hint of cockwarming after the deed

A/N: So sorry this has been in my box for two months… and I know you don’t really do Holland stuff anymore but I still hope you like this :)

Also, it’s been a while since I wrote something in full! Hope it’s okay!

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School is stressful. Everyone knows that. There’s quite a few different ways people choose to relieve stress; some run, others lift weights; some do yoga, others bike. You however have one guaranteed stress reliever - Harry fucking Holland. 

And you say “Harry fucking Holland,” because man does he deserve that name. 

He hit you up last weekend while you were studying for midterms before fall break. He texted saying, “need to relieve some stress yet?” 

You’d scoffed at his cockiness, yet it took everything in you not to answer and focus on studying. He’s been a very good stress reliever in the past and yeah, sure he could help now, but you really needed to focus. 

The next afternoon you got another text: “holding out on me, are you?” 

Again, you kept your head down and focused on the work. Yes, he’s the best lay you ever had, and yes, it would be fun, but you just have to make it through this week. 

And finally on Monday morning, with a nice change of pace he texted, “good luck, you’re gonna crush it!” bringing quite the smile to your face. 

Flash forward to now, you’re walking out of your last test; you let out a deep breath when you exit the stuffy building, the sun feeling nice on your face and giving you a little warmth against the crisp air. You decide to take a nice walk around campus and soak in the nature that you’ve been missing after locking yourself in the library for the past two weeks. 

You rounded the corner toward the grassy space where people usually sat to study outside, or occasionally tossed a frisbee; today you stumbled on a game of soccer going with some of the frat boys. None other than Harry stood at the other end of the field, looking right at you. 

There was a lull in the game, and Harry’s eyes found yours; a smile spread across his face at the sight of you and he quickly started jogging your way. You kept walking slowly, getting a bit closer to him but letting him do most of the work. 

“Oi! Where’re you going?” one of his friends called as he jogged past them.

He turned around and continued to jog backwards yelling, “catch you later, mate!” 

He finally fell in step beside you, his shoulder bumping yours as he nudged you to the middle of the path you were walking on.

“Well, hi there,” you smiled, trying your best to keep your hands to yourself and not tangle with his - no feelings, you’d agreed. 

“Hi there?” he questioned with a scoff, “that’s all you’ve got?” 

“What can I say?” you asked, keeping your smirk to yourself, “guess I’m just quiet.” 

“That you are, love,” he said, catching your smirk as it snuck its way out, “always have been.” His eyes darkened as he asked, “so, where are you headed?” 

“Home,” you answered with a genuine smile, “I finished my last test… I’ve got nowhere to be until tomorrow, how ever will I fill the time?” 

“I’ll help you fill something alright,” he growled, placing a hand on your lower back and pushing you to walk a little faster. 

You were soon just down the street from your apartment when an idea popped into your head, “hey Harry?” 

“Love?” 

“Last one there’s on top,” you said quickly, then took off running toward your apartment. 

He laughed loudly behind you, before jogging to catch up. He honestly didn’t know if he wanted to win or lose, more than happy to have you either way. And if he’s being really honest, he hadn’t exactly pictured any topping happening between the two of you… he didn’t even think you’d make it out of the entryway, when you got there.

He decided to let you win, stepping up right behind you as you touch the door. His hands come to rest on your hips and his face drops forward into your neck. He plants a sweet kiss against the skin there before his lips find your ear, “congratulations,” he whispers. 

You giggle and shiver at the sensation, fishing out your keys and opening the door.

The both of you stumble into the hallway and you drop your things off just inside the front door. He slips off his shoes immediately and peels off his hoodie. 

“Can I get you anything?” you ask gently, as you hang your coat on the hook.

“Just you,” he smiles, his cockiness returning at full force, “and if I remember correctly, I’m on top…” 

You giggle and feel your cheeks heating up, suddenly aware of your boldness earlier, not that you hadn’t meant everything you’d said. 

He rushed towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and sliding in as close as possible. He kissed at your neck again, brushing your hair behind your shoulders, “so uh, bed or couch?” 

“Wherever you want.” 

“Ah, dealer’s choice, eh?” he chuckles, dropping his hands to the backs of your thighs and scooping you up. 

He carried you down the hallway to your bedroom while you giggled in his ear, “so I guess you picked the bed.” 

He tossed you on the bed with a laugh, “that I did, love.” 

He quickly peeled his shirt over his head, dropping his shorts next and kicking off his socks.

“Not wasting any time either I see,” you teased him. 

“What happened to being quiet?” he chuckled, teasing you right back.

“Just can’t decide what you want today, can you?” you giggle, starting to peel off your leggings. 

He laughed, climbing between your legs and helping you to pull them and your fuzzy socks off, “it really wasn’t that cold out there,” he laughed.

“You were running! Playing soccer! That makes a difference!” 

“Alright, alright,” he laughed, “arms up.” 

You did as you were told and let him pull your sweater over your head. Thank god you’d put on your cute bra this morning… 

He smiled as your face came into view again, a glint in his eye as always; this time, however, you were picking up on a little something more. There was something in there you hadn’t seen before and you couldn’t quite put your tongue on it. 

He drank in your figure a little before slipping his finger under your bra strap and slowly sliding it down your shoulder. You nodded gently, knowing that he was asking for permission; he may be a frat boy but he’s always been much more gentlemanly than you’d expected one to be and you were eternally grateful for that.

He smiled as you reached around to unhook your bra and let him remove it from your body. He laid you down quickly, coming to straddle your hips as his mouth finally found yours.

He kissed you hard, his tongue poking out to swipe against your lips instantly. You let him explore your mouth happily, taking the time to run your hands along his back; you pressed your fingers into his shoulder blades, soothing the muscles there. He moaned in your mouth at the tiny massage, pulling back a second to whisper, “you’re good at that,” before continuing his exploration. Your hands smoothed down towards his boxers, playing with the band gently and he took the hint, pulling away again to quip, “who’s not wasting time now?”

You giggled, and he sat up to take off his last article of clothing. He slid in between your knees and slipped his thumbs in the waistband of your panites as well. 

“You too?” he asked.

You nodded and lifted your hips to help him take them off; they were quickly discarded on top of the pile next to his.

“Guess my quiet girl is back…” he smiled, hovering over you once again.

You giggled in response, your hands finding his backside and gently pulling him closer to you.

He laughed at your antics, “easy tiger, gotta get something first.”

You let out a breath and reached over into your nightstand to pull out a condom. He sat up the smallest bit and let you roll the rubber down his shaft. 

Once all the business was taken care of, he smiled at you again and settled into place. 

He spread your legs wider, bending your knees in towards your chest so he could settle between; “there we go,” he whispered as you gripped the backs of your thighs to hold them in place. 

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, but you knew that without it, he wouldn’t be Harry.

He grabbed his cock in his hand, pumping a few times and lining up at your entrance; he tapped the head against your clit twice, causing you to jerk upwards. 

He laughed as a whimper fell from your lips; he started to run the head along your folds, partly to tease you and partly to make sure you were wet enough to take him without much foreplay. 

You whined a little bit, starting to rock your hips against his for more friction. He took your hint, chuckling and lining up with your entrance again.

“If it’s too much, let me know,” he whispered.

You scoffed, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him forward so his face is inches from yours, “get on with it, Holland,” you whispered into his mouth before attaching your lips to his. 

He smirked into the kiss, but obliged your request and pushed into you slowly. 

He pressed in fully, settling his hips flush to yours. He let a deep breath out against your lips as he pulled away. 

You let out a quiet moan, your head lolling back, and eyes remaining closed. 

He chuckled against your skin, pecking a kiss on your shoulder; one of his hands found its way to your face, brushing your hair back. “Hey,” he whispered gently.

You opened your eyes slowly, finding his gleaming back at you, “hmm,” you answered.

“Doin’ okay, love?” he asked in a whisper.

“Yeah, just need half a second,” you huffed out with a laugh. 

“Alright,” he smiled, his fingers still brushing at your hair, “let me know.” 

You smiled at him, your eyes fluttering closed again for a second as you took in a deep breath. He rested inside of you, waiting for the go ahead. 

His eyes scanned over your face, taking in every detail of you. 

“Go on,” you whispered, eyes finally popping open again. 

He moved his hand away from your face, resting it beside your head for better leverage. He pulled out slowly, before sinking back in with a snap.

You moaned lightly, relishing in the feeling of him against you again. 

“You know,” he laughed gently, “you can be louder than that,” he smiled cockily. 

You let out a breath of air with a small laugh in response, “make me.” 

He growled at that, bending forward the rest of the way and nipping at the skin of your neck gently. 

“Trust me, love, I will.” 

He pulled his hips back, almost the entirety of his length slipping out of you, before he slammed in again with fervor. He set a punishing pace, snapping his hips to yours harshly and pulling moan after moan from your mouth. His fingers started toying with your clit quickly, pulling you so much closer to your first orgasm. 

You moaned again and again, getting louder with each thrust. A series of “Harry,” and “oh my god,” and “just like that,” falling from your lips.

He slowed his pace after a while, easing his length in and out of you, his fingers still working their magic on your bundle of nerves; he sat back on his knees, looking down over you. You found his eyes again as he said, “there’s the sounds I was looking for,” and dropped you a wink. 

You giggled for a half a second before he hit that spot in you just right and at exactly the same time his fingers strummed over that special spot. All of that combined sent you skyrocketing over the edge.

You let out your loudest moan as he slowly pumped you through your orgasm. He pulled one of your legs up to rest on top of his shoulder; he watched you with that glint in his eye for who knows how long while you came back to center. When you finally opened your eyes again, he pressed a kiss to your shin.

You smiled up at him, feeling something more for a second. His little peck wasn’t something he’s ever done before, but you secretly had been dying for. You only got to think about it for a few seconds before he hit your spot just right again, pulling another moan from your mouth as you started towards your second orgasm. 

He smiled again looking over you, “already going for a second there are you?” 

You rolled your eyes again and purposefully clenched around him. 

He moaned loudly, getting close to finishing, “not fair, darling.” 

You laughed at him, “finish it then.”

He pulled your other leg over his other shoulder, leaning forward and balancing his weight on his hands next to your head. He picked up the pace again, this time working back up to the one you’d had before. 

“Rub your clit, baby, c’mon,” he breathed against your skin, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

You snaked your hand between your bodies, doing exactly as he asked. The added stimulation bringing you to the edge again quickly. 

“C’mon, almost there?” he asked, “can’t hold it much longer…”

You moaned in his ear, “just a little more... please don’t stop, Har...” 

He sunk his teeth into your neck to try and ground himself and stave off his orgasm just a little longer.

His mark on your skin sent you falling over the edge, moaning in his ear again and clawing at his back with your free hand.

He fell over as well, feeling your nails in his skin, panting in his ear, and your walls gripping him tighter than ever before. His lips found yours again, locking them together and sealing you both into the moment. 

He gradually brought the both of you down from your highs, slowing his hips to a stop. 

You stayed moulded like that for a few minutes, relishing in each others’ tastes and calming your senses. You gently removed your hand from yourself, placing it on the small of his back and pulling his body just that much closer to yours. He pulled away from the kiss gently, finding your eyes again.

You breathed deeply, moving to brush a few stray curls off his forehead; you searched his eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking as there was that hint of something you’re unfamiliar with in there. 

You stayed like that for a few minutes - just looking at each other, both of you trying to talk with your eyes. 

Before too long, you needed to move, “pull out please?” you asked, starting to get uncomfortable with him still inside you.

He hurried to oblige, whispering, “sorry, love,” and stepping off of you. 

He padded into the bathroom and discarded the condom; he grabbed a cloth from the cabinet, wetting it and bringing it back to clean you up. He took care of that, then hung it over the side of the tub to dry and headed back to your room. You smiled as he entered, sitting up to put some clothes on again as you shivered. 

He stepped into his shorts again, slipping on his shirt. He raced to the door again, grabbing his hoodie and bringing it back to you. You’d just stepped into fresh panties when he came through the door; he brought it in and slipped it over your head. 

He pulled your hair out the back, brushing it flat and off your face again.

“Hi,” he whispered, his hands cupping your cheeks.

“What’s up with you?” you asked with a smile, enjoying this very boyfriend-y behavior. If you’re being honest with yourself, you’d started falling for him a while ago, wishing that he would finally ask for more than sex, but you weren’t putting your eggs in that basket and letting yourself get too attached yet. 

“Would you want to have dinner with me?” he asked bluntly, sliding his hands down your arms and tangling with yours. 

You blushed at the invitation, finally getting what you’d been hoping for, “I would love to have dinner with you.”

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[hajimine]

➵ HOW YOU COMFORT THEM WHEN THEY LOSE A GAME

a/n: this is a req from my old blog that i really liked so i’m doing another one but with different characters this time :] i love this concept sm bc our boys need our love and support as well :( they shouldn’t be the one giving all the time

characters: iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarou (yes, again <3), oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji

IWAIZUMI HAJIME ➞ his brows were furrowed and his mouth was pulled into a straight line, the frustration in his face clearly visible. he’s trying to avoid your gaze, and when you gently hold his face to get him to look at you, he clenched his jaw and balled his fists, glassy eyes betraying the tough-guy facade he’s trying so hard to maintain. “it’s not your fault,” you whisper, kissing the crease between his brows. you engulf him in a hug, gently holding his head against your chest, hoping that the steady beat of your heart can bring him some sense of peace and stability. “you did amazing in the game, hajime, one loss doesn’t reflect the entirety of your skills.” his fingers found their way to the hem of your shirt, and he grasps it tightly, almost as if he’s afraid that you’re going to leave. “you’re my ace, alright? i’m proud of you.” iwaizumi exhales loudly and melts into the hug, the tension in his shoulders slowly dissipating as you place a kiss on the crown of his head.

BOKUTO KOUTAROU ➞ he’s a mess. bokuto doesn’t even seem to notice that you’re currently standing just a few feet away from where he’s sitting. “kou?” you tried. no response. “baby,” you call out again, approaching him and carding your fingers through his already disheveled hair. “it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay. you’ll blast through them even more next time, kay? just like you always do.” he looks up at you with his lips downturned, and your heart hurts because of how broken he looks. “let’s go home, i’ll order your favorite food and we can cuddle ‘til you fall asleep, yeah?” you place your hands on his cheeks and smile at him, hoping that he can see how proud of him you are. you give him a kiss on the forehead, one on each eyelid, another on the tip of his nose, and one last one on the corner of his lips. he pulls you into a tight hug and buries his face in your stomach, breathing in your scent. and when he finally releases you from his embrace, the frown on his lips is still present, but his eyes shine a little bit brighter than it did a few moments ago.

OIKAWA TOORU ➞ he’s cheerful and bubbly and flirty, but everything is just so painfully fake. his smile doesn’t reach his eyes at all, and when he thinks no one is looking, you see him staring into the distance with an empty look in his eyes. “hey,” you walk towards him with intent, and before he could utter yet another cheery greeting, you poke him in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. he whines dramatically, but you completely ignore him and clasp your fingers behind his neck, pulling him towards you so that the two of you were at eye level with each other. “stop pretending like you’re okay. you don’t have to wear a fake smile in front of me, i’m here for you, alright?” you pressed your forehead against his and watch as the practiced smile on his lips crumble, allowing you to see the person behind the mask—someone who’s tired and sad and angry; someone who has real and raw emotions. okay, he murmurs, voice cracking just a little bit. he squeezes his eyes shut and clings onto you, and the two of you stay there for a little while as he mimics your steady breathing to get himself to calm down.

AKAASHI KEIJI ➞ he’s quiet. sitting on the bench with his face buried in the palms of his hands, akaashi’s shoulders are hunched, as if he desperately wants to make himself look smaller. you sit next to him and places a hand on his lap, “keiji,” you whisper. you don’t offer him anything else; you don’t try to get him to talk because you know that’s not what he needs right now. the two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while, and after a few moments, akaashi takes a deep breath and places his hand on top of yours, squeezing gently—an expression of gratitude. you can’t help but smile when he lays his head on your shoulder and laces his fingers in yours, “i love you,” you whisper. akaashi doesn’t answer immediately, but the way he places a gentle kiss on the back of your hand and how his lips linger on your skin for a moment too long speaks louder than those three words ever could. he might not be the most verbal of men, but he expresses his love and appreciation for you in more ways than one.

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[sunflower-gvf]

Middle of the Night

Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

SMUT ALERT!! 18+ 

Warnings: pure filth, a little bit of praise kink, oral sex (f receiving), p in v, teasing, edging/orgasm denial, some over-stimulation, dirty talk, porn without plot basically, fluff at the end

~Not my gif~

“Oh, fuck!” You breathed out in between moans. His pace was unrelenting and ruthless as his hips met flush with yours once more.

“You like that?” He taunted from above you, sweat beads forming on his skin.

~Half an hour earlier~

You woke up in the middle of the night to something hard pressing against your ass. Harry was unconsciously rocking his hips into your ass, waking you up with his movements. You whined quietly when he pulled you closer as you started to slightly push your hips into his. This went on for another minute or two before you heard him whisper in your ear.

“Y’ like that, angel?” His voice was deep and raspy from just having woken up.

“Yeah,” Was the only thing you could breath out. He shifted behind you and pulled away making you whine.

“Relax, love, I’ll make you feel good, promise.” He said, now hovering over you as your lips finally met. His lips were soft against yours, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip to part them. He pulled away, pupils dilated and lips red and plump in the moonlight. Harry gently pulled off your his t-shirt, the only thing you had on. Looking up at you with lust-blown eyes, he softly took your breast into his mouth, his large hand cupping the other,

“Harry, please, I need you.” You begged, wanting more.

“Where do you need me, angel?” His tone was slightly teasing as he tilted his head.

“Please eat me out, Harry, I want it.” Harry finally gave in, running a finger through your wetness.

“Practically dripping f’me, pet.” His touch was soft, too soft. You held eye contact with him as he brought that same finger to his mouth, sucking off your wetness. While still holding eye contact, he carefully licked the area just above your clit, but not enough to give you the pleasure you so desperately needed.

“Stop teasing, H.” You whined, making him chuckle. He obeyed you, licking a stripe up from your entrance to your clit. Harry placed wet, open mouthed kisses on and above your clit. You were basically putty in his hands, taking every ounce of pleasure he provided you. He moaned into you when your hands found their way into his hair and gave a sharp pull. You were embarrassingly close after a few minutes of him eating you out like a man starved.

“H, I’m so close, please.” And with that, he pulled away. “What the fuck? I was so close.” You slapped his chest and he gave you a stern look that quickly shut you up.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear, “‘S gonna feel much better when you’re cumming around my cock, sweetheart.” You almost choked on your own spit at his words. You watched as he sat up and pulled off his shorts and boxers, fuck. This man would be the death of you. He stroked his length for a moment before hovering over you again and running the tip through your folds.

“What do you want?” He questioned even though he knew what you wanted.

“Need you to fuck me, please, H.” He didn’t look very satisfied with your answer.

“Gonna have to do better than that to get what you want, baby.” Another swipe across your clit had you literally dripping onto the sheets.

“Ruin me.” Those two words were all it took because he pushed into you with one movement. You both moaned while you took a second to adjust to his size.

“Fuck, y’pussy is always so fuckin tight, must need t’fuck you more.” His words were strained as he started to move gently.

“I’m fine, please, go faster.” He obeyed you once again, speeding up to a pace that had your brain jumbled.

“Oh my fucking god, Harry.” At this point you were practically yelling, he was making you feel so good. His own moans were like music to your ears, making you even wetter if that was possible. 

“Such a good girl f’me.” The praise had you clenching around him, making his pace slightly falter. 

“Oh, fuck!” You breathed out in between moans. His pace was unrelenting and ruthless as his hips met flush with yours once more.

“You like that?” He taunted from above you, sweat beads forming on his skin. “Can feel you tightening around me, gonna cum?” 

“Yes, please, let me cum!” You begged at the top of your lungs.

“No.” He pulled out of you and flipped you over onto your stomach. He pushed back into you, setting a ruthless pace yet again. “So tight for me, you’re mine.” He practically growled. “Say it.” He demanded.

“I’m yours, fuck,” You gasped when you felt him hit your g-spot. “I’m only yours.” You repeated this like a mantra as he fucked you into oblivion. 

“Harry please, I need to cum!” Tears pooled in your eyes from the denial of your release.

Harry snaked a hand in between your body and the sheets, rubbing fast circles on your clit. “C’mon, be my good girl and cum for me.” He breathed into your ear. Your body practically exploded and your brain stopped functioning, the pleasure coursing through your body like lightning. Even after you had come down from your high, Harry kept chasing his own high.

“It’s too much, I can’t.” The tears that were previously in your eyes finally fell from the over-stimulation. 

“One more, love, cum one more time f’me.” You came on his cock embarrassingly fast, but you didn’t dwell on it because the feeling of him filling you up was enough to send you over the edge a third time. 

You both panted, trying to catch your breath. Slightly wincing as he pulled out of you, Harry pressed a kiss to your forehead and went to get a wet washcloth to clean you up. You whined when the washcloth ran over your clit, body jolting at the over-stimulation. 

“Sorry,” He murmured, tossing the cloth into the hamper near the bed and climbing under the sheets with you. He pulled you close to him, your head on his chest.

“I love you.” Your words slurred together from exhaustion.

“I love you too, angel. Sweet dreams.” 

a/n

im back!!!!! i took a little bit of a hiatus, but unlike one direction, i came back! (lets pretend i didn’t say that bc im still sad about them) 

heres my first harry fic! i decided to start out with smut bc im feeling horny rn 

i havent proof read this yet bc its 2 am and im lazy