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netegf · 8 months

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Hate It When You Leave

pairing: f!reader x rafe cameron

plot: you are trying to cope with the fact that you're hopelessly in love with your best friend. he's trying to cope with the fact that you don't go after the things you want... including him.

warnings: 18+, best friends to lovers trope, use of Y/N, mentions of alcohol and past drug use, non-graphic references to violence, some angst & jealousy, fluff and smut (public sex, teasing, oral female receiving)

word count: 6.5 k

There are parts about wearing your heart on your sleeve that no one ever talks about.

For instance, that it's hard to fix your face when the threads keeping that heart together feel like they're getting tugged, cut, and re-bunched into an ugly knot.

The water bottle you're holding hardly has any life left. Even Kelce comments as much when he rounds his kitchen island, limbs swinging and loose thanks to the red Solo cup in his hand. He takes one look at the tight smile on your lips and tilts his head to the side, fingers twitching upward to your chin as he turns your head to face him.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He asks, voice a little slurred, but thick with concern.

That was Kelce. Polarizingly good at getting to what someone was hiding underneath.

But appearances went a long way for him. And he was so agreeable, it made him easy to lie to. Especially when he and Topper had practically begged you to come to this party, his first one since graduating college. Everyone would be there, he'd said.

And he was right, they were.

"Nothing, Kels, it's just my stomach being a little funny." You tell him with a renewed sense of enthusiasm. You gaze at him warmly and quirk a brow, smiling genuinely. "How do you always know?"

"We've known each other our whole lives!" He barks in a laugh. "There's nothing I don't know about you."

You feel your heart squeeze again, like there's a too-tight belt around it. But you humour him with a sweet giggle and convinced nod, and it's all Kelce needs before he's walking away to mingle with another.

How shocked he'd be to know that there was something you were hiding.

You keep the water bottle you're holding close to your body as if it would fall straight out of your hands otherwise. When you watch the brunette seated next to Rafe on the couch squeeze his bicep again, you think it might just fall anyway.

Some things don't change.

The sun goes up and down. The moon makes a nightly appearance. Kelce never dresses for the weather. Topper claims everyone else is cheating when he loses.

You love Rafe Cameron.

"Fucking sucks, doesn't it?" A voice rings next to you.

You slowly turn your head from where you're sitting on the kitchen island to see a familiar face lounging on one of the high-chairs.

Topper, apparently, had always had an inkling.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Top." You grumble, casting your eyes away from the blonde protagonist of most of your dreams. Some of your nightmares, too.

You watch as Topper rolls his eyes without so much as glancing at you, a small scoff escaping his lips. He takes a hearty sip from his cup of brown liquid. Tracking his eye-line, you're unsurprised to find that he's staring wistfully at the very same blonde's sister.

Sarah Cameron is dancing in the corner of the room with John B., her boyfriend.

A Pogue at a Kook party... the thought still makes you skeptical.

Not because you didn't like John B., or more accurately, like him for Sarah. But because a few short years ago, all this seemed entirely impossible.

Nonetheless, Sarah was important to all of you.

And, like she'd said, Rafe listened to you better than he did anyone else.

When you explained to him how smitten his sister was with the boy, and considering how their relationship had endured far past those murmurings of 'young love' to, what was at this point, years together, he'd begun to understand that John B. wasn't going anywhere.

Much to Topper's devastation.

He promised he was over her, and he dated like it, too. But there were those moments where he had a few drinks in him and it made you think otherwise.

"Oh, okay. My fault." Topper replies sarcastically, downing what's left in his cup and finally turning away from the couple he's burning holes through. "I thought we were being honest."

"I am being honest."

He glances at you sharply.

"Uh huh. Hey, don't freak out, but, your nose is like, growing really long. Never seen anything like it before. It's like in that movie! What's it called, again? Puppet boy? No, that can't be right..."

"Very funny, Topper." You say dryly, but the hint of a smile on your lips sells you out and he chuckles next to you.

"I was thinking Pinocchio." He fake recalls, nudging your elbow.

This time, you laugh with your chest, and when you lift your head up to take it all in again, your eyes meet familiar blue ones from across Kelce's living room.

By now, you know how to mediate the warmth that blooms at the base of your spine and consumes you completely.

There's a comfortable silence between the two of you before Topper starts speaking again.

"You know he would do anything for you, right?"

You chew on your bottom lip, still holding eye contact with Rafe who gives you a crooked smile. The girl next to him leans in to whisper something in his ear. He keeps looking at you.

"Yeah, I know." You mumble half-heartedly. "I just feel like I might need to cut my losses at this point."

Topper frowns for a moment, then stands up from his seat.

"Well, you suit yourself." He pinches your cheek affectionately. "Because I, for one, want to crash and burn."

You snort at Topper's words and just as quickly watch him round the kitchen counter to grab another drink.

Preoccupied with the way he extends that gesture to you, fixing some gross concoction of different sodas for you to sip on, a shiver rolls over your skin when it feels like Rafe's smouldering eyes are still lighting a fire on your face.

Aron Andersen is a douche, but he means well.

At least, that's the excuse you aways placate Rafe with when Aron inevitably runs his mouth, the blonde's fists tightening nearly every time in conjunction.

Typically, you opt for the pacifist approach because blood is a bitch to clean, Rafe whines when you clean him up with saline, and frankly, Aron isn't worth it.

But tonight, he seems to enjoy testing your threshold for patience like no one else before him.

You suppose he's not entirely to blame. Kelce makes his drinks strong, and half of Figure 8 is sucking up all the oxygen in the room.

Maybe that was why Rafe had almost swung on John B. only a few minutes prior, claiming the younger man was feeding his sister lies about him. Perhaps it was just one of those nights.

Still, you sigh when Aron drunkenly makes his way over to your new spot in the backyard, and press your lips tight together when he shoves a beer in your direction.

"I'm not drinking tonight, Aron." You tell him plainly.

Aron haphazardly plops down into the lounge chair next to you with his glossy, red eyes narrowing.

He grudgingly pulls the beer back from you and takes a sip that pools around the sides of his mouth, then drains down his throat slow and loud.

"That sucks. You're more fun when you do." He scoffs.

Your mouth falls open as the words leave his lips, head spinning to meet his annoyed gaze. The faraway look in his eyes makes you gulp.

In no particular mood to be berated, you have half a mind to scoff back and get up to leave. But there's something about the way he speaks completely unadulterated that keeps your body locked in place.

Like you're dying to know what someone really thinks of you.

"Why not?" He presses, gesturing with his finger accusingly.

"I'm driving."

He continues to stare at you blankly.

"I'm driving." You reiterate, irritation seeping into your tone. "And drunk driving is illegal, Aron. You do know that, right?"

Unintentionally, your eyes flicker to a slightly rowdy and staggering Topper across the room. Aron zeroes in on that and rolls his eyes emphatically.

"Now it makes sense. You're taking your boyfriends home." He pitches the word in a scornful taunt, squinting over your shoulder. "Where is Cameron, anyway?"

You feel your heartbeat rage in your chest, tongue numb and mind in disarray.

"Don't be a dick, Aron. They're my friends." You bristle. But he seems unfazed, lazily quirking an eyebrow.

"Please don't tell me you're that stupid, Y/N. Friends?" He laughs obnoxiously. "I get you're in love with the guy, but you run around for them like a maid. You ask me, the least you should be getting out of it is a good fuck."

Your fingers twitch at your side as you shoot up from your seat, really and truly considering that pouring his beer over his head might be the best option.

Given that Aron routinely takes up two parking spots to park his Range Rover and cheats on his girlfriends, you think it might be a long time coming.

His words hurt for more than one reason. Of course, because he'd sooner die than recognize that you very much could maintain a healthy, platonic, and meaningful relationship with your friends of over a decade.

But also because, when it came to Rafe, he was goading you with a kind of intimacy you knew you'd never be able to access. At least not in the way you wanted.

When a firm hand grips Aron's shoulder strongly and whips his body around, you soon realize you don't have to resort to such a physical display.

While it was true that Rafe's face didn't make him look particularly kind, he'd only been seriously pissed off, to the point that his stomach felt like caving in on itself, a few times. Like in those months right after he'd graduated high school and felt like a big question mark. Every time his dad looked at him disapprovingly, it affirmed that sinking feeling in him, and he learned that he sometimes articulated his sadness in anger.

These days when he's mad, he mulls the feeling over a few times in the interest of scraping for another feeling underneath.

Now, though, all Rafe feels when he meets Aron's arrogance with an intensity of his own, is unbridled rage.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

Rafe speaks at a low register that makes your breath quicken. His movements are a little clumsy, blue eyes slightly glazed over, and his dirty blonde hair kisses his forehead that's speckled with sweat. Cheeks dusted red in that way that you love, more prominent when he's inebriated.

His fingers are still pressing harshly into Aron's shoulder, pressure concentrated and steady if the way he winces is any indication. For a second, his eyes flit over to you and the frown on your face, and they begin to soften. But then Aron is sputtering and stealing his attention and he hates him all over again for it.

"My bad, bro." Aron offers lamely, hands jutting upward in surrender. He attempts to step away, but Rafe keeps him locked there.

"Yeah, it's your fucking bad, bro." Rafe sneers.

He roughly shoves Aron backwards as he lets go of him and the man quickly scurries away knowing that if he sticks around, Rafe will probably force him through clenched teeth to apologize to you.

You feel your heart hammering in your chest for a different reason.

Your mind is trapped in a loop, repeating every word you said to Aron over and over again, wondering how incriminating they were, and debating how much exactly Rafe had heard.

And if he had, if he was coherent enough to either dismiss or believe the accusation that you loved him. No, not love, you shudder... in love. Aron had said, verbatim, that you were in love with him.

"I would've handled it." You mumble with your arms crossed over your chest.

Rafe sighs as he turns his body to face you, rubbing a hand over his jaw, now partially relieved of the tension it was holding. He chews on his bottom lip cautiously, like it'll help break the fall of the words bound to spill out of his mouth, a little too unrestrained in his drunk state for his liking.

"I know that." He nods slowly. "I just wanted to help to help you... handle it."

He stumbles a little as he moves toward you and you instinctively wrap an arm behind his torso, holding him against your body as a human splint.

"Plus, I kinda have a reputation going for me. No one's losing their shit if I fight a guy."

"Or two." You say pointedly, thinking about his almost altercation with John B. earlier in the night.

Rafe buries his head into your shoulder, groaning loudly into the bare skin as it heats up and vibrates.

"Fuck, not you, too."

He lifts his head up to continue, and you lug his body towards the living room where you spot Topper talking with Kelce and some others. Without speaking, Topper seems to understand what you're saying, nodding then pointing to himself followed by the stairs.

He'd driven you to Kelce's and you promised to stay sober and drive him back home. But now, it seemed like the plan was going to shift.

Topper would stay the night at Kelce's and take his car back in the morning. You would take Rafe's truck back to his place and walk the rest of the way. You were practically neighbours, anyway.

"If she wants to talk shit about me to her boyfriend, that's one thing. But him, talking shit about me, to her? What's he trying to do? Turn my own sister against me?"

"I get it, Rafe. I really do." You nod, an amused smile on your lips as you tug him out of the front door and towards his truck. "But you promised Sarah you'd be nice, remember?"

"I am being nice." He protests with his hands tapping at his chest. "I didn't even fucking touch him."

You scoff lightly as you strap Rafe in his passenger seat, noting the way his eyes begin to flutter shut. Humming softly, you poke a cold finger at his cheek and watch as they blink open again.

"I'm taking you home, okay?" You murmur gently.

"No!" He objects, large hand circling your wrist. He rubs his forehead with the other one, trying to remember something. "Got a meeting in the morning. Ward is gonna flip if he thinks I've been out all night fucking around."

You look at him uncertainly, waiting for the thing that you don’t want him to say, but know he will.

"Your house? Please?"

There was a time when sleepovers with Rafe were a common practice. Sometimes, after parties like this, with Kelce and Topper.

Other times when you convinced the boys to binge a new movie or TV series, usually ending with at least two of them falling asleep. Rafe made a habit of grumbling his critiques of the things he watched, but always stayed up with you.

For a while, when he hit an especially rough patch with his dad and spent more nights than he would've liked getting high out of his mind.

As much as he'd tried not to pull anybody else into it, he found himself seeking comfort in the warmth of your bed. It helped that you always received him with open arms, even when his early morning phone calls were disorienting and he cried silently into your shirt in the hours after.

Those nights felt so distant, and yet, like you could touch them if you reached out just far enough.

Rafe had girlfriends on and off, and sometimes that version of him felt like a stranger. You felt a strange pity for yourself when you realized that it might've been a good thing. That he was getting better and without falling back on a crutch, even if that crutch was you. Suddenly, him sleeping at your house felt weird and misplaced more than anything else.

"I don't know, Rafe...," you begin to trail off, but the blue desperation in his eyes makes you reconsider. He's still holding tenderly at your wrist. "Fine. But if you puke on my sheets, you're done. Do you hear me?"

Whether or not Rafe hears you is unclear, but you take the delirious smile forming on his lips as a non-verbal affirmation. He huffs out a long breath as if he can feel himself finally relaxing. His eyes start to close again, too, as you start his truck and drive the short way to your house.

"Don't even think about falling asleep on me, Cameron. I am not lugging you up the stairs."

"You're strong." He reasons smoothly, lids still shut as he smirks. "You were about to deck the shit out of Aron Andersen when I found you."

Getting Rafe up to your bedroom goes better than you'd imagined, now with a few years of experience under your belt.

You get him to sit down on your bed, and he fiddles with the items on your nightstand while you rummage through your armoire for an old pair of his pajamas. He complains when you throw him a pair of sweatpants and a sports t-shirt he used to wear in junior high, claiming that it'd be too tight over his arms and chest.

Plus, he'd added, it was far too hot to be wearing a shirt, anyway.

"I love these."

Changing into sweats of your own, you exit the bathroom to find Rafe sitting up in your bed, part of his bare torso obscured by your white sheets. His attention is fixed on a small group of rings on your bedside table, silver and gold hues reflecting under the dull rays of your lamp.

He slowly picks one up.

"Yeah, I'd hope so." You snort, tentatively slipping into bed next to him and painfully aware of the sorry excuse for space between you. "You got them all for me... kook."

Rafe cracks a sleepy smile, rolling his eyes playfully.

"You wouldn't tell me which one you wanted." He shrugs like it's the simplest thing in the world.

He sets the ring back on the table and switches off your lamp, blanketing the room in a stroke of darkness. Rafe lies on his back and you opt to turn to your side, facing the wall.

Looking at his face only a few inches away from yours, when he's about to sleep in your bed, feels like it will be too much.

"Asking for what you want is weird, Rafe. Nobody likes it."

You chew on your bottom lip in the dark.

"I do." He says in a scoff that turns into a yawn. "How else is anyone gonna know? People don't usually stop you and beg to find out."

You swallow roughly. That was true enough, they didn't.

But Rafe did. He always did. You revered him for it.

There's a long silence between you and all that echoes against the wood framing of your bed are the heavy and sometimes irregular sounds of your and Rafe's breathing.

Against your better judgement, you think he might've fallen asleep and almost turn around to check.

"Is it me?" He asks quietly, voice scratchy with exhaustion. "... what you want?"

You feel your shaky breath hitch in your throat.

"Because if it is... you don't have to ask."

His words linger in the air for as long as it takes your wildly beating hard to calm down.

By the time your body regains some feeling, the sound of Rafe's soft snores pierce the oddly crisp air clouding your room, and the choice to unpack what he said right now, or in the morning, is made for you.

A shiver runs down from the nape of your neck to the tips of yours toes.

Rafe is gone by the time you wake up.

The harsh but comforting sound of rain clangs against your roof, and you stretch your limbs to the thought of a cloudy and obscure summer day.

It's better this way, you think. The absence of Rafe's warmth next to you would feel worse if the sun was shining, teasing.

Your fingers play underneath your comforter to locate your phone. Scrolling through your notifications, you frown seeing that none of them are from Rafe.

In his defense, it was only about 9AM now, and he'd probably just had enough time to take a quick shower, get himself the smallest bit presentable, and still barely make it to his meeting with a client.

The used bathroom towel in your hamper and flannel pajama pants hastily thrown on his side of the bed are compelling indicators.

In his defense, he was drunk, and there was no telling if he remembered anything about last night.

Drowsy proclamations of desire and confession, included.

You wrestle with the idea of calling him and letting it all spill out.

Kissing him on your front lawn, in the rain, with dewy blades of grass nipping at your feet. Hands threading through his wet hair and tugging, hungrily, because you're starving and happy, and these are liberties you can afford in imagination.

But you settle on seeing him later tonight, in person. It's your dad's charity after all.

"I just wish you would have told me earlier." Your disappointed words hang in the air for a few moments as you play with the hem of your silky baby blue dress.

Your father had mentioned to you once before that his new business partner had a son about your age, newly graduated from UC Irvine.

He hadn't mentioned, though, that this mystery guy would be attending the charity tonight, and he'd offered you up as his own personal tour guide.

Your father hadn't used the word date explicitly, but that's what it felt like when you were handed an odd-smelling bouquet of flowers, standing awkwardly next to the brunette who you were apparently to keep the company of all night, though he might as well have been a stranger.

Daniel was nice enough.

He complimented your dress and your makeup, smiled and pulled out your chair before you sat down at your assigned table.

But it felt weird accepting praise and chivalry from him when your heart was busy beating erratically at the simple thought that your dress matched Rafe's eyes.

The venue is extravagant like it always is, what with it's elaborate crystal chandeliers, ice sculptures, and floral center pieces larger than your head.

At your table, you note your and Daniel's name cards labeling your seats. Next to them, are Topper, Kelce, and Rafe's. There's a sixth seat that has no label and you tilt your head to the side thoughtfully, considering that Topper or Kelce must be bringing a date.

"This place is incredible. Your dad is so impressive." Daniel says in awe from the seat next to you. His eyes trail around the room, wide in amazement, reflecting back all the vibrant lights in the brown of his pupils.

You smile weakly at him, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear that always seems to take flight despite your attention to detail.

"Yeah, he's really something. Likes to orchestrate a big show. You should see him at the winter ball. Live doves, and everything."

Daniel nods, moving on to say something that starts to sound unintelligible when something else piques your interest. Someone else. Multiple someones, entering the banquet hall.

Craning your neck, you make out Topper and Rafe. And a girl.

No. Topper... and Rafe and a girl. She has her arm tucked around Rafe's as he escorts her in the direction of your table. He's wearing the grey tux you like, the one he wore to Rose's sister's wedding with the ornate thread detailing. His smile makes the two halves of your heart squeeze together.

"Hey, you okay? You're squeezing that wine glass pretty tight there."

Daniel likely means well, eyeing the way your fist clenches around the stem of the glass you've yet to take a sip from. You shoot him an embarrassed smile and release your straining fingers.

An emotional support water bottle sounds like it would be really nice right now.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little nervous... my dad always gives a speech at these things." You explain.

As the trio begins to approach, you realize it's Shelley Thompson gripping Rafe's arm, a sweet girl you knew from the Kook Academy.

Even now, she always waves when you run into her at the Island Club, and she has a swing on the golf course like no other.

She's a good match for Rafe. You hate to admit it, but it's true.

When Daniel speaks again, you can barely hear him.

"I'm sure you have nothing to worry about." Daniel chuckles. "I have a hard time imagining that your dad would be bad at anything..."

Topper, having heard the tail-end of your conversation, plunks himself down in the chair across from yours and rubs his forehead tiredly. You shudder at the way he smiles empathetically at you. Like there's something to be consoled about.

"Hangover?" You ask, shoving the shaky feeling down and shooting him a teasing smirk.

He groans loudly and buries his face in his hands.

"That's the understatement of the year. Feels like I'm getting my skull bashed in." He mutters through the skin, then he peels his head away and grimaces at the screechy music being played. If there was one thing your dad was bad it, it was decent music taste. Topper laughs heartily, shaking his head. "Then again, maybe I am."

The lightheartedness is interrupted for a moment as Rafe and Shelley pull up to the table, taking their seats accordingly. Rafe rakes his eyes over Daniel for a few seconds, but otherwise stays silent and it makes you frown. You look at him, desperately trying to uncover if he remembers any details from last night, but his expression is unreadable.

Shelley, on the other hand, grins at you enthusiastically and starts to chat with you about the time she interned at your dad's company.

You find yourself glancing at Rafe every so often, each time catching him staring blankly ahead or at his lap, and always fidgeting with his fingers.

"Who's this?" He asks suddenly, nodding his head at the man next to you.

"Oh." You swallow. "This is Daniel."

Finding that insufficient, Daniel takes it as an opportunity to formally introduce himself.

"That's me." Daniel waves sheepishly, gently squeezing your shoulder with his other hand. "Y/N's been showing me around. Well, her and her dad. I really love what Mr. Y/L/N's been doing with his company. He does some incredible work out here. It's not often that you see-,"

Topper snickers when he cuts him off.

"Maybe he should've been your date."

Daniel laughs it off, blushing slightly and concealing it in a short cough. But you kick Topper under the table in retaliation, ignoring the way he holds his shin and groans out a soft "Ow!".

After that, Shelley, Topper, and Daniel divulge into conversation, shifting from topic to topic and at some points, sharing boisterous laughs together.

Rafe keeps his lips pressed together and his words concise. While you fiddle with your utensils, you feel his eyes on you, igniting heat under your skin.

He stares at you hard, like he's waiting for you to say something. Begging, even, with the way his forehead tenses and his brow stays quirked.

But you didn't know what to say.

Or maybe you didn't know how to say it. Especially not here. Especially not when he had a date.

Rafe rolls his eyes and chews on the inside of his cheek, standing from the table abruptly, the movement making the cutlery tremble.

"Hey, I have an idea." He says while tugging on Shelley's hand. "Let's dance."

You watch as Shelley squeals with excitement, jumping from her seat to follow Rafe towards the center of the large room where the music is playing.

"Couldn't pay me to get closer to that band." Topper mumbles offhandedly. You're sure he's trying to make it sting less, but some pains don't have a perfect antidote.

Daniel sends you a look, silently asking if you want to join them.

"Maybe later." You reply quietly.

Watching Rafe wrap his arm around Shelley's waist, you feel your heart sink slowly into your stomach.

In the middle of Daniel's rambling and Topper's occasional acknowledging hums, you rise from your seat and stumble into the courtyard for some fresh air.

Surely, your heart would keep sinking if you saw any more, and your heels were too tight to fit anything else.

The courtyard is a beautiful mix of greenery, fairy lights, and concrete statues, but it does little to ease the ache in your chest. You sit on a stone bench and try to control your breathing with your head between your knees.

Though it's turbulent and shallow at best.

"What's wrong?"

You know it's Rafe without looking up. Sighing into the palms of your hand, you slide them down from your face and lift your head up. Surely, your makeup is smudged, and the thought makes you more miserable.

"Nothing." You say more sharply than you intended. "Nothing's wrong. Just go away, Rafe."

He looks at you completely scandalized.

"Are you... mad at me?"

You let out a deep breathe, averting your gaze to the ground as you collect yourself. "No, I'm not mad. Why would I be mad?"

Rafe scoffs, entirely unconvinced. He rakes a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Well, fuck, if this is 'not mad', then I don't want to see what mad looks like."

"Can you just drop it? Please, Rafe? Drop it?" You beg, sniffling slightly as you stand. You hadn't noticed when your cheeks started to get wet. Likely too much in denial.

Despite the way it's honoured you in the past, crying was offering no release at this point. It's not like any of this was Rafe's fault. Even if he had gotten your hopes up last night, he wasn't obligated to act on drunken pillow talk. Maybe he hadn't meant it in the first place and was only trying to make you feel better.

"You won't talk to me." He says sadly.

You bite down on every explanation you want to give him. Chest pain heavy and unrelenting.

"Just... go back to Shelley, Rafe. She's probably waiting for you."

Rafe looks puzzled when the words fall weakly out of your mouth.

Then, he nods, like something finally clicks for him. He meets your eyes with fervor as he presses his lips together.

"So, this is about Shelley?" He asks.

Your head hangs and silence intensifies between you. It speaks for itself.

"The same Shelley that's been fucking Kelce on and off for the past two years?"

He watches your mouth fall open and eyebrows furrow, continuing as you stare at him.

"Kelce promised to take her out on a real date, but then he got caught up at work... asked me to keep Shelley company until he showed up. We didn't come here together, together, Y/N. I thought you knew that."

Your mind buzzes as he speaks, bottom lip wedged under your teeth.

So, he wasn't here with Shelley. And he probably did remember both what he heard and said last night if he could recognize that you were jealous.

Jealous. It makes you squeeze your eyes shut. The feeling was always two-fold. A person would feel jealous, then humiliated that they had. You don't know which one is worse.

You peak an eye open, chewing through your words. "Why couldn't Topper do it?"

"Have you met Topper?"

That was a good point.

Still reeling from the new information, you look down at your lap pensively.

"But you did." Rafe begins after a few beats of silence. When you frown in confusion, he clarifies. "... come here with someone."

You crane your neck up to look at him. There's something you can't place in his eyes, but it's cloudy and all-consuming. His hair is a mess from the way he's been ruffling through it, and his cheeks are flushed and tight.

"What, Daniel? Are you kidding me? I only brought him because my dad ask-," you begin to explain, but Rafe cuts you off.

"I don’t care why he thinks he can touch you. I just want him to stop.”

Despite the small gust of wind that blows past you both, you feel a warmth at the base of your neck... in the palms of your hands. Maybe it was the beams of light overhead, illuminating your bodies amidst the greenery.

Or, maybe it was just Rafe's words.

The intensity of his gaze. The way he steps towards you as he speaks them, warm hand eventually reaching out to graze over your cheek in a way that makes you gasp in a mixture of shock and excitement.

For a moment, you think about yourself and the many soul-crushing nights spent watching Rafe talk to and touch and kiss other people, the overlapping visuals making you queasy.

"I know the feeling." You say quietly, hot breath fanning over his face.

Rafe frowns a little, soaking up the meaning of your words. He nudges his face closer to yours, until your noses are touching and his lips just barely graze over the pair he desperately wants to taste. He draws back suddenly, suspending all the air in your lungs.

He eyes you cautiously, challenging silently as he licks his lips.

"Not gonna do anything unless you ask."

You nearly cry out in response. "Rafe, please. I... I want you." Ignoring the way your desperation makes your skin feel tingly and your head spin, you shut your eyes tightly, realizing that only really skimmed the surface. You try again, gulping. "I've always wanted you."

"Fuck." He breathes out, eyes fluttering shut. "Never stop saying that."

Stifling the sound of another whine from your lips, Rafe kisses you feverishly.

He moves his soft lips in tandem with yours, swallowing each of your breathy moans. One of his hands traces over the swell of your jaw while the other stretches tenderly around your throat. "Know what I wanted to do when I saw you sitting there next to him?"

You nearly scream in protest when Rafe pulls his lips off yours, but fall silent when he trails kisses down from your jaw to your neck and collarbones, sloppily sucking the skin then laving his tongue over the afflicted areas. Unsatisfied until your pushing his head away from the sensitivity.

"Wanted to knock his fucking teeth out." He murmurs with his head buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and leaving searing kisses. "But I don't do that shit anymore. So I'll ruin his night a different way."

Rafe moves your body with his until the backs of your knees hit the concrete bench. Your mouth falls open as he sits you down on it, kneeling in front of you. He presses a ticklish kiss to your knee and his bright blue eyes peer up at you through his lashes. When you nod, he parts your thighs and pulls your panties down in a single unbroken movement, committing every second to memory.

He stares longer than he should, groaning at the way your wetness collects on his finger when he traces a finger over your slit, spreading you apart.

"Can't believe," he moans into your mound, running the flat of his tongue over your center again and again. "... you kept me from this pussy for so long."

You throw your head back at the sensation, finding nothing but air and Rafe to support you as pulls you closer to his mouth.

"That," you say in a broken moan at the feeling of Rafe's tongue inside you. "That's your fault, remember? I was always here — shit! Waiting for you.”

Rafe hums against your pussy at that, neither agreeing or disagreeing. His nose nudges your clit as he tastes you greedily. You tug at his hair to dissipate some of the energy building inside your core, but it only makes Rafe work harder.

"Didn't think I deserved you." He admits, pink lips mesmerizing and wet with your slick and his spit. Rafe takes your clit into his mouth and sucks obscenely, the slurping sound sending a flash of heat through you. "Doesn't matter now. I'm good at making up for lost time..."

Your thighs clamp around Rafe's head as he fucks you with his tongue. It's only now, as gasps and high-pitched sounds fall wantonly from your lips that you come to the reality that you're letting Rafe eat you out in the courtyard, and anybody from the party could come here and find you. Still, you moan less controlled than you would have hoped when he suckles at your clit again, drinking at your sopping pussy.

"Hey, have some common decency, huh? There's some very nice people in there trying to enjoy a party."

Rafe smirks when you pull at his hair even harder, mostly at the thought that you think it could be reprimanding when he likes it so much. His teasing does more to turn you on than you'd care to admit and he can tell with the way you gush around him.

"One of em's your date." He adds, laughing slightly as he curls his tongue inside you. Entranced at the way it makes you whimper and writhe like putty under him. He starts rubbing your clit with his thumb at the same time, chasing the crest of your orgasm. "C'mon, baby. Give it to me. Come all over my tongue."

Your release makes your back rise off of the slab of cement you're seated on, thighs slotted over Rafe's shoulders as he licks you through your climax.

The pleasure is insurmountable, your mouth falling open and your eyes screwing shut as that familiar feeling completely overwhelms your senses, the burn of your elbows against the cement keeping you anchored to the ground.

Rafe smiles when you pull him by the belt of his dress pants to capture his mouth in a long and sweet kiss. It helps clean up the residual wetness.

By the time Kelce makes it your father's charity event, he sighs tiredly into the crown of Shelley's head, pressing a wet kiss there in greeting. On his way in, he got trapped in a conversation with your father and some guy he'd never seen before named Daniel who was more inclined to kiss your dad's ass than he was to breathe.

Finally taking his seat next to a very drunk Topper, he squints his eyes at the sight before him. You and Rafe, unable to keep your hands off each other, giggling at nothing in particular. And when not giggling, kissing.

"Are you seeing this shit?" Kelce asks Topper, gesturing towards his two closest friends shoving their tongues down each other's throats. Shamelessly, at that.

"Dude." Topper groans, sighing like this was no surprise to him. "Where the fuck have you been?"

a/n: thank you for reading! comments/reblogs appreciated!!

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks x reader #rafe x reader #i love writing completely ridiculous and unhinged side characters #topper too i always make him so weird LMAO #this is a lil rough around the edges but !! whatevrrr

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mintsalsa · 8 months

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relationship hcs — maccready

a/n: please someone get homeboy therapy ...

(nsfw below cut!)

★ ! sfw

maccready falls for you fast and hard

it's like going down a slope, when you begin to lose your footing and trip over your own feet in the process

he's been through a lot in his rather short life, things a lot of people didn't even get to experience

and while he's definitely everything but weak-willed, his past tends to catch up with him on particularly cold nights

when he learns of your story, he immediately feels a strange pull towards you

you can relate to each other so well, both having lost your spouses and having set out into the unforgiving wasteland to save your children

maccready is hesitant to open up at first - he's not used to expressing his emotions anymore

he's suspicious, too, a little bit

some lone vault survivor genuinely interested in him, his life, his feelings? weird

and after all, he's just a gun for hire anyways ... right?

but whenever you smile at him from across the campfire when he talks about duncan or the way your fingers seem to burn their marks into the sleeves of his coat when he finally mentions lucy lights a fire in the pit of his stomach

he admires the way you carry yourself and how there's always a quick-witted response stuck to the back of your throat

and, even though he won't admit it, he feels inspired by you - by your willingness to help people, to make the commonwealth a better place

for a long while there's so much awkward flirting between the two of you

you love cracking jokes and talking smack about the people in the upper stands of diamond city together

and, even though you reciprocate his teasing, maccready can't quite convince himself that you could feel the same about him

he goes through many sleepless nights, with you sleeping just a couple feet away from him, his thoughts somersaulting around in his head

you finally kiss him on a cloudless night under the stars, when he jokes about how that one trader in bunker hill assumed you two were married

you swear you can feel his brain short circuit

as much as he's grown used to the action of the battlefield, what he enjoys most is just sitting with you around some candles in sanctuary reading grognak the barbarian, an ashtray and a couple bottles of wine in between the two of you

he always holds you impossibly close at night (sometimes the nightmares still come back)

maccready can't wait for you to meet duncan - and to finally have the perfect little family he's always looked for

★ ! nsfw

he's an eager lover for sure, sometimes that makes him a little hasty

definitely more on the sub side as well

he loves you so much and wants nothing more than to be close to you - to feel your skin against his and your lips on his own

dare i say he's a bit desperate?

while he has some experience he's still exploring his own tastes, and most of the time he's open to trying new things if you suggest them

one thing i think is a thing with him is gunplay - the paradox of it can really get him going

he doesn't have a ton of stamina but he absolutely makes up for it in enthusiasm

he just can't believe he gets to be with you, and when you're alone his hands are all over your face, your body, in your hair, almost like he fears you could go up in smoke any second

afterwards you'll curl into each other, and he holds you so, so tight in the most loving embrace

#fallout 4 #maccready #maccready x reader #maccready x sole survivor #fallout 4 companions #f: fo4 #c: maccready #g: hcs #i wanna smoke a j with him so bad #!!!!!!!!!1 #dream blunt rotation

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❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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Ch. 12: Guilty

Hyeri began shooting for her new miniseries with lots of enthusiasm. She’s determined to blow everyone away and make JJS see that she doesn’t need fake relationships and other gimmicks to gain viewers. She simply wants to act and be great at it.

Yoongi is still working on his group and solo music, but he also took on a big project for an interactive music exhibit. It’s something he hadn’t done before and he liked the idea of a challenge. However, he didn’t realize how much of a challenge it really would be. It’s more than producing and writing a song. It’s also breaking down every single element of the music in ways he’d never done before. Every instrument, beat, reverb, etc. has to be finely dissected for this exhibit. It’s taking more out of him each day and the looming deadline isn’t much help.

Yoongi and Hyeri have seen less of each other lately. It’s not something new for them, but as usual it’s not exactly easy either. While they’ve been making progress in rebuilding their relationship, it’s still nowhere near 100%, and that only makes these extended times apart even harder.

Hyeri still doesn’t trust Yoongi. She’s happy that they’ve been getting closer again, but she still doesn’t trust him. The less she sees of him the more she worries that he’ll slip back into drinking. She knows he likes to have a glass or two when he’s working, she just hopes that if he does have a drink he doesn’t go overboard.

She’s constantly checking for any signs that he may have slipped up. When he’s not home she’s checking all of his hiding places for new bottles. When he is home she stays close to see if she can smell alcohol on his breath or smell his attempt the cover it up. So far she’s found nothing but she still wants to stay vigilant.

Yoongi knows Hyeri has been working extra hard on this drama. After her falling out with JJS over her unauthorized statement, she’s felt like she has to prove herself even more as an actress. Yoongi can tell she’s been more stressed than ever and he wants to make sure he doesn’t do anything to make it worse.

He hasn’t drank a thing since he’s been back working in the studio. He knows the guys are still trying to keep an eye on him and he knows Hyeri has been digging through his things looking for hidden drinks. He doesn’t blame anyone for it, he put this on himself.

None of that changes the fact that he’s under a lot of stress though. His solo work isn’t so much an issue because he can work on that for as long as he wants and release it whenever he wants. His group work and the special project he took on however have deadlines and it’s weighing him down.

He submitted the songs he had for the group, but there were a lot of changes that were suggested he make on nearly every one of them. Each song had something that wasn’t quite right, or something one of the guys felt was either too much or not enough. He’s starting to feel like he can’t get anything right.

The deadline for his exhibition project is coming closer and that isn’t helping. He’s worked tirelessly on the project but still can’t seem to see the end in sight. He had no idea it would be so labor intensive.

Everyday he leaves the studio to go home he hears the faint whisper of the hidden bottle of whiskey in his car. Everyday he has to use every bit of power in him to ignore the temptation. If Hyeri smells it that could be the end for him.

Then he has a particularly rough day. He can’t take any more. Nothing is going right. His computer crashed before he could save his work and he had to start over. His melodies weren’t flowing right, and his beats were falling flat. He finally walked out of his studio to get some air.

His legs carried him out to his car in the parking garage. He considered going home for the day. Maybe calling it a day early will give him time to relax a little and maybe he’ll feel more refreshed in the morning.

The moment he sits in the driver’s seat he can only sigh, groan, curse, then sigh again. Going home now would just leave more work for him to have to rush through later. He leans his head back and takes a deep breath. He just needs a moment to clear his mind before he jumps back into work.

It’s a long moment. A frustrating moment. He feels so on edge and the only thing he can think to ease his anxiety is a sip from the whiskey in his car. A small sip, nothing crazy. Although a small sip is crazy for him, so he takes more than a sip.

It’s like he lost control of himself for a brief moment. His hands were moving but he wasn’t the one moving them. The moment the dark beverage touched his tongue he felt like an electric current shot through his entire body. It invigorates him so much he can’t help but take another gulp.

“Fuck,” he exhales. That drink shouldn’t feel so good.

He sits a little longer fighting with his better judgement before he finally gets out of his car and heads back to his studio. With the bottle of whiskey tucked into his pocket. He knows he fucked up. The bottle is small, it can’t be that bad.

He gets in the studio and takes another drink. The small bottle is half empty now. He knows he should stop. It’s the only bottle he has so he should save it. It’s too bad that the worst part of him has come out and forced his hand to put the bottle to his lips and finish the rest off.

He immediately throws himself back into his work. It’s strange how he feels more productive now. Maybe it’s the whiskey or maybe it’s the guilt trying to mask itself as productivity. Either way, he’s able to power through and make good progress. By the time he leaves later that night he feels like he’s actually accomplished something.

He gets home, cleans himself up, and slips into bed next to Hyeri who’s already asleep. He makes sure his breath doesn’t have a hint of alcohol smell then allows himself to drift off to sleep.

Yoongi wakes up the next morning to an empty bed. Hyeri has been starting her days extra early for her scheduled shoots. Yoongi typically tries to wake up with her just to see her off, but he’s not always able to do so like today. He slept so hard he didn’t even hear her leave which he typically does. He gets out of bed to get his day started. He makes himself a quick breakfast and gets ready for another day in the studio.

On his way there he’s hit with that sneaky voice telling him he should stop and pick up something to drink along the way. It’s tempting. He feels like he got so much more work done yesterday once he had a drink. He knows its a slippery slope though, and yesterday was only a mistake he made in a moment of weakness. He goes straight to the studio without giving in to the temptation.

Getting himself started is rough. He stares into space for about 20 minutes before he finally snaps out of it and begins working. It’s frustrating. Nothing is flowing. That spark of life he had yesterday is nowhere to be found.

He sits in annoyance a moment before his body falls under the control of some outside force and he taps a message out to one of their managers. He’s not proud of himself. He knows he fucked up. He knows it’s so damn hard for him to stop. He’s so ashamed of himself.

Though he only requested a single bottle of whiskey, his manager returned with that plus a gift with a bottle of cognac from one of the brands the guys represent. They get gifts like that all of the time from sponsors, prospective sponsors, and various companies just trying to get their name out there. The timing of this gift couldn’t have been worse though.

Yoongi knows that if he got the gift, so did the rest of the guys. If the rest of the guys got it then they know he did too. If they discover he had even the smallest sip from the bottle they would notice and probably cause a scene. So he puts the bottle up on his shelf to replace one of the decorative bottles that Namjoon had gotten rid of. If anyone were to come and question him they would see that the unopened bottle is on the shelf untouched.

Instead, he cracks open the bottle of whiskey the manager brought him and takes a big drink. That electric feeling comes back and he feels empowered. He gets back to work feeling the boost of productivity running through him.

Yoongi tends to work long periods of time without a break. He only pulls himself away from work to take a breath and another sip of whiskey when he feels the effects of the last one had already worn off. That’s how his day goes.

The next day isn’t much different. The only change is that he stops by the liquor store on his way to the studio to get himself a new bottle of whiskey to take the place of the one he finished off the day before.

The day after that, he does it again. This time he just buys a bigger bottle so that it will last him a bit longer. However that didn’t work the way he thought it would, so the following day he buys two big bottles. By the end of the week he’s downing at least a big bottle and a half a day.

Then one day, just a week shy of the deadline for his special project, he drinks two bottles of whiskey because he’s so stressed. In his mind it will give him a boost. In reality, he’s practically useless. The additional bottles of tequila and gin he asked a manager to get for him certainly hasn’t helped either.

That night he gets little done. He can’t concentrate and he can hardly see straight. He’s only able to sober up slightly when he gets a text from Hyeri asking when he’d be home. He knows he can’t go home in this state. She’ll no doubt smell it on him and get upset.

“Fuck,” he groans trying to type out a message to her.

The guilt sets in almost immediately after he tells her he’ll stay the night in his studio because he still has much to do. He didn’t want to fuck up again and give her a reason to leave. He felt like he got so lucky with the second chance she gave him, but now he’s realizing that he’s already fucked up that second chance the moment he drank the whiskey he had in his car.

He knows he can’t face her when he’s like this so he tries avoiding her. He stays that night in his studio. He goes home late the next evening knowing she’ll be asleep when he gets there. He washes up and gets in the bed next to her as if he hadn’t spent the majority of the day drinking. When he wakes the next morning she’s already gone. It’s almost as if he doesn’t have to face her at all. He doesn’t have to face the guilt.

Except when she calls him during her breaks and constantly texts him whenever she gets a moment. She may not be able to see him, but the guilt beats him down more and more every time he sees her name show up on his phone. He thought he could stop on his own or at least cut back, but every time he fails.

Hyeri is no fool. She was suspicious of Yoongi before he even gave her a reason to be suspicious. She knew he had a bottle of whiskey in his car. She found it when she was leaving for her shoot one morning and thought she had left her sunglasses in his car. At that time the bottle was still unopened. When she checked a few days later, the bottle was gone.

At the very least she knows he drank the whiskey. His behavior since then has led her to believe that he’s definitely drinking more while he’s in the studio. She knows he’ll shut down if she tries to confront him about it. Even if he admits it to her, she knows he’ll get defensive. Not only that, but she knows he likes to have a drink while he works. While she would prefer if he didn’t drink at all right now, she doesn’t want to seem like she’s attacking him if a small drink at work is all he’s having. Too bad that’s not all he’s having while he’s working.

He’s drowning in another bottle in a desperate attempt to find the motivation to get through his work. Instead he spends much too much time scrolling his phone. He goes from unmotivated to terribly guilty when he comes across an article about Hyeri.

The article talks about Hyeri working on a new drama and how she’s recovered from her car accident. Actually it talks a lot about her accident. It’s not a very long article, but the pictures included are what hit Yoongi the hardest. The first picture is just her smiling face from a red carpet event she attended a year ago. Her sweet smile that he’s fallen head over heels in love with. Then the next picture is one that was taken of her car after her accident. Until now, Yoongi hasn’t seen any photos related to her accident. He had no desire to see the carnage he felt he created. But now that carnage is staring right back at him.

He knew her car had been totaled but he never saw how the front of her car had been completely smashed in. He had no idea she hit the pole so hard that it was left tilted, having to later be replaced. The crushed metal and shattered glass feels like it’s choking him as his eyes remain glued to the photo.

“I should have been with her,” he softly cries to himself. “I’m no good for her.”

The guilt comes pouring out of his eyes and he can’t stop it. He feels so guilty for everything. He wishes he was there for her. He wishes he could have comforted her while she was hurting. He wishes he could have stopped her from going out that night. He wishes he wasn’t such a drunken piece of shit.

Through his tears he searches the internet for a solution to ease his guilt. He feels he needs to do something to make up for everything and more. He wants to give Hyeri something big enough to make up for his infidelity and his excessive drinking that he’s still partaking in behind her back. He hates himself so much.

The next day he can’t bring himself to go into the studio. Hyeri has an evening call time for once so he wants to stay home with her while he can. His guilt is soul crushing so he’d rather stay with her to stay away from temptation than go to the studio and keep making things worse. Because he knows he won’t be able to resist a drink the moment he gets there.

He starts the day making her breakfast. He showers her with love and does everything to make sure she doesn’t have to lift a finger. Hyeri relishes in the princess treatment that he’s giving her. She mentioned being a bit sore in the shoulders from yesterday’s shoot so Yoongi gave her a massage when she was done with breakfast.

Throughout the day he tells her how much he loves her and how lucky he is to have her. He mentions feeling like he’s still not enough, but she scolded him as she always does when he says those things. She knows he’s not without faults, and neither is she, but she wouldn’t still be there if she didn’t feel so strongly for him. She has hope that they can survive anything if they can survive all they’ve gone through during his tour. She knows she’s probably being naive as usual, but she’s always felt Yoongi had something special. Something she’d never experienced before. A love she never knew existed.

He caters to her every need. Makes her the most delicious food while keeping her diet in mind. He never makes eye contact with people when he’s speaking to them, but he’ll always make eye contact with her. He makes sure she has everything she needs to get through her shoot and throws in a couple of snacks that she can munch on if she gets a little hungry. He offers to drive her to set where he’ll pick her up later once she’s done. She tries to tell him there’s no need for him to go out of his way, but he insisted.

After he gets her dropped off for her shoot he begins putting his plan in motion. He heads home to switch cars. He takes Hyeri’s rental back to the rental lot. From there he gets a manager to take him to a luxury dealership where the 4-door navy blue luxury sedan he bought for Hyeri is waiting for him.

She told him not to buy her a car. She told him a few times. To Hyeri it’s too much and she would feel bad accepting something so extravagant. To Yoongi, it’s only a small piece of a larger operation to show her how much he loves her and definitely not to try masking his own guilt for slipping into his addiction again.

Yoongi makes a few more stops before he gets home. He starts by setting up the large flower arrangement near the front door. It will be the first thing she sees when she walks inside. From there he has an assortment of Hyeri’s favorite cuts of meat. She enjoys having her own bbq experience at home so Yoongi made it happen with a table grill set up on their balcony outside. In the bathroom is a full spa set equipped with face masks, bath bombs, body scrub, and moisturizers. Laying across the bed is a cozy robe and fuzzy slippers for her to slip into after her relaxing bath. Along with that is the necklace he bought for her in New York. He never sent it with the other gifts he got her because he wanted to give it to her when he got back. Of course things didn’t quite go to plan so he had it tucked away in one of his bags where he’d forgotten about it. Now he’ll finally give her the lavish necklace that he knows she’ll love.

Yoongi set up what he thought would be the perfect evening for Hyeri. He set up everything she loves and bought her a car that he knows she’s had on her wishlist. The final touch before he left later that night to pick her up, was the trail of rose petals he left going from the front door to the bedroom. She always loves that extra romantic touch.

Yoongi drove Hyeri’s new car to pick her up from her set. Since she wouldn’t know to look for that car, he parked and stood outside waiting for her to emerge from her trailer. He’s nervous and he isn’t sure why. Would she be upset with him for buying her a car when she told him not to? Would she immediately realize that he’s doing this because he feels guilty for relapsing?

“Hey!” Hyeri says approaching him. She has a big smile that lets Yoongi know she had a good day. “What’s this?” She asks looking at the shiny new car she hasn’t seen before.

“Your ride,” Yoongi says opening the passenger side door for her.

“What?” She asks while getting in anyway.

Yoongi runs around the car and hops into the driver side. He’s been sober all day and he’s proud of himself. He flashes his big gummy smile at Hyeri then pulls off to head home. He feels invigorated. Sure his guilt is the reason why he’s doing this, but the anticipation to see how she’ll react to it all makes him ecstatic.

When they arrive home Yoongi opens the door for her so she can enter first. She immediately gasps at the trail of rose petals across the floor and the large floral arrangement in front of her.

“Yoongi,” she says admiring the flowers. “What is all of this?”

“There’s more,” he smiles gesturing for her to follow the trail to the bedroom.

Hyeri walks along the fallen petals to the bedroom where she’s greeted by her new robe and spa set. She’s in awe at everything Yoongi has put together, and even more impressed when she feels how soft and cozy the robe is.

“Yoongi,” she says turning to look at his smiling face standing in the bedroom doorway. “You did all of this?”

“Yes,” he says stepping towards her. “It’s all for you, babe. The flowers, the dinner I prepared, the robe, the car. It’s all yours.”

“The….car?” She thinks a moment at the car he brought her home in. The one that did look suspiciously like the car she had been wanting for a while. “Yoongi, no.”

“It’s yours,” he says handing her the key.

“Yoongi,” she says trying to hold back tears. “How? I mean, why? For me? Why?”

“Why not?” He smiles. “You deserve all of it and more.”

“But-“

He interrupts her by placing his lips on hers. She leans in wanting to savor this feeling of him being so warm and affectionate. He hasn’t kissed her like this in so long that she almost forgot what it feels like. He’s so delicate. So gentle with her.

“I love you,” he says pulling her into him tighter. “I know I’m a fuck up, but I love you more than anything in this world.”

“Yoongi,” she says softly as she wraps her arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry for everything I’ve done,” he continues. “I know this isn’t enough to make up for all the shit I’ve done, but I will make it up to you forever, Hyeri. I love you.”

“Baby, this is all so…” she pauses unsure of the word she’s looking for to describe how full her heart feels right now. Instead she leans in and kisses him gently. “I love you so much.”

She kisses him again lingering against his soft lips. Everything she’s feeling is so overwhelming that all she can do is press her body into him harder. She continues kissing and pressing him until he falls back onto the bed with her still attached to his lips.

Hyeri can’t help herself. She hasn’t felt Yoongi like this in too long. Certainly not since before he went on tour. She straddles him and pushes his back flat on the bed. She goes in for another kiss, then slides her tongue into his mouth. Not tasting alcohol on him only fuels her more. He did all of this for her and he’s sober. This is the Yoongi she fell in love with.

Yoongi can’t even comprehend how good he feels right now. He’s missed her taste and her touch. He’d been so guilt ridden that he tried to avoid intimacy with Hyeri. He craved her touch but felt like a shitty person when he thought of how much he hurt her. But now that guilt is taking a backseat to the feeling of her removing his shirt and kissing a trail from his chest all the way down to his belly button.

Hyeri is eager and assertive in a way she’s never been before. She’s usually the submissive one. The one who simply lays back and lets Yoongi take control and send her around the world. Not this time. She’s overwhelmed with so much feeling that she hardly even gives him a chance to take a breath. She has a new drive and motivation that’s powering her to remove Yoongi’s pants and begin massaging his growing hardness with just the amount of pressure she knows drives him wild.

All Yoongi can do is let out a breathy groan at the sensation he gets from her touch. This is the side of her he’s not used to. This confidence and control she’s showing as she removes her own clothes and makes herself comfortable straddling his lap again. She goes in for another kiss and he can feel her grinding her wet pussy against him. He’s about to go feral.

His hands trace every part of her body while she’s still attached to his lips. Once she feels he’s reached the pinnacle of longing, she lifts herself then slowly, gently, and delicately slides down his shaft taking every part of him in. The mewl she unleashes gives him chills.

Her love is incredible. The way she has full control as she bounces up and down is insatiable. He reaches for her breasts and teases her nipples pulling a heavy moan out of her. Her breaths increase and all he can do is marvel at the way she starts to unravel on top of him.

She leans into him while still bouncing her hips up and down on him. Her mouth finds his neck and she bites him like she never has before. While it isn’t unusual for her to nip at his skin, this time was much different. She was still gentle as ever, but he could tell she wanted to leave a mark with that bite.

That’s exactly what she did. That was her goal. He’s hers and she’s his and she wants it to be known. For the first time, after the fighting and heartache, she doesn’t give a damn who knows about her and Yoongi. She wants the world to know.

Yoongi hisses when she slides her tongue over the mark she left. It stings so good to him. He tightens his grip around her body bracing for his impending explosion. He can tell she’s close to her end too.

She keeps her rhythm until she can’t will her body to go any longer. She’s trying to find stability when Yoongi pulls her even closer into his body and begins picking up where she left off. His hips piston into her until she lets out a loud whine and goes limp into him.

He chases his undoing with the sound of her trying to catch her breath in his ear. She means everything to him. More than he can even describe. He can’t believe he had ever been so stupid to get so drunk on tour that he let complete strangers give him blow jobs without a second thought.

No one could ever love him the way Hyeri loves him. No one could ever make him feel as good as she does when he hits his climax and cums to the sound of her moaning in his ear. She’s the best thing that ever happened to him and he did the dumbest, most unforgivable things in his mind while on tour.

He holds her tight, cradling her head and holding her against his body. He tries to catch his breath but he suddenly finds himself trying to hold back tears. He’s never loved someone like this in his life and no one has ever shown him the level of unconditional love that Hyeri shows him.

He slowly pulls out of her but keeps his hold on her body. She softly kisses his neck giving him a warm yet guilty feeling.

“I love you,” Yoongi says. He wishes he could say more but if he opens his mouth again he may lose the fight against his guilty tears. All he can do is continue holding on to her as if she would disappear forever if he let go. She means the world to him but he’s convinced he’s a piece of shit. He knows he’s a piece of shit.

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whitexwolfxx310 · 1 year

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Feeling Bad For The Great Big Bad (White) Wolf

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Summary: Feeling a hint of jealousy, you have an intense moment before Bucky gets called on for a mission.

Warnings: Cursing, jealousy, making advancements, angst, fluff, building lockdown, being manhandled, y/n.

Word Count: 2.9k

Gif: Gif credit goes to marvelgifs

Previous Part

Masterlist

Walking into work on Monday morning, you feel more excited to see Bucky today. Between the day you spent together and your parents pointing out that there may be some additional feelings towards him, you're eager to have your session today.

In the main area is a small, crappy (according to Bucky) coffee shop. You see him sitting at a table, his back towards you. As you turn to take a detour on the way to your office and say 'hi', you notice he's not alone. Sitting across from the table is the annoyingly happy blonde bartender from Stark's party.

You instantly feel crushed. As if you two didn't spend the majority of the weekend with each other. Maybe he was just being polite after all? Maybe I was reading too much into everything. Mom and Dad are obviously wrong.

Hoping to not be noticed, you get back onto your original path towards your office. The irritating blonde makes eye contact with you, smirking at the fact that she was getting the attention that she has so desperately wanted. You take a deep breath, looking away. Men are men after all. Doesn't matter what time they're from.

The dreaded noon appointment has arrived. James walks in a few minutes before the session, smiling as he sits down on the couch across from your desk. You do not return the same enthusiasm for this discussion.

"Good afternoon." You say, acknowledging his presence.

"Hey!" He says, eagerly. Of course. He took my advice to 'never say never' and now he's carpe diem-ing the bartender.

"How are you?" You ask, dryness biting at your tone.

Bucky raises his eyebrows. "Uh...good?" I'm sure.

"How are the nightmares?" You question, still unable to look up from your desk at him.

He pauses a moment. "Are you okay?" He asks, uneasy.

"Yeah. I'm fine." You respond bitterly. "Can you answer the question?"

"Okay?" He says confused, the emotion draining out of him. "Um. They're getting better?"

"Why do you think that is? Has something changed?" It obviously has. There's a lovely new Barbie-like woman in the picture.

"I-..." He starts, unsure how to handle the sudden change in atmosphere between the two of you. "I haven't been focusing as much on the past."

"I'm going to need more than that, James. Mr. Stark is expecting a progress report and I need to give him something." The words were chilling, even to yourself. Who am I? This doesn't sound like me. I don't even want to be saying these things, coming off as jealous and catty.

Bucky raises his eyebrows in shock. He sinks down a bit into the couch, visibly uncomfortable, unsure what to say.

"Ok then,..." You start. "Tell me about the last nightmare that you had."

He takes a sharp breath in, now looking down at the floor. "The last bad dream I had, was when I was first taken in by Hydra." The tone is sorrowful, and you know that this is not only going to be hard for him to talk about, but for you to hear as well.

"I recall waking up in what looked like an operating room. So many people were standing around me, talking about one of my limbs. I moved my feet and then my hands to see what they were talking about. That's when I noticed the raw pain in my left shoulder."

Bucky looks down at his left gloved hand. "It took a while to get used to. Hell, I still forget about it sometimes." For the first time, he takes the glove off. Your mouth opens in astonishment. Never once has he willingly shown his arm. You suddenly feel a hue of guilt. Here he is, opening up and you're jealous? He is showing trust and this is how you repay him?

His hand raises up in front of him, metal fingers spread apart as one by one they clench inward towards his metal palm, making a metallic scraping sound. He sighs, “It’s better than no arm, I guess.”

“Is it?” You say as you look up at him for the first time since he came into your office. Bucky looks up to meet your gaze, with a face that is trying to hide an unimaginable pain. I need to stop. Push your feelings aside and be present for him.

“I wouldn’t have done a lot of things if I didn’t have this arm.” He admits.

“There are people alive today that wouldn’t be if you didn’t have that arm either, Bucky. Some of them being your really good friends.” You encourage, trying to give him a different perspective.

He takes his other glove off, hands placed palm up on his knees. He’s looking at the stark contrast between the two. “They’re like night and day.” Bucky says to himself. As if he’s speaking out loud and you just so happen to be there.

“Bucky…” You say softly, trying to get his attention. He looks up, his jawline tight with clenched teeth. “We’ve all done things we aren’t proud of. But, we take accountability for our part in those situations and use that to better ourselves and others. It comes full circle if you’re willing to do the work.”

“You’re telling me to work the steps? Really?” He says, sarcastically.

“No. I’m saying that we have one life to live and a person should have the free will to live however they choose.” You say softly, reiterating back the words that he had just said to you a few days before with a warm smile.

Almost as if Bucky had been smacked in the back of his head, his eyes widened. It’s like those had always been his views, but he never thought that they would apply to him after all of the damage that was done. He runs his bare hands back through his short hair as he looks up at the ceiling. The heaviest sigh of relief escapes from his mouth. Hearing the words, receiving verbal validation without ridicule, is what he has been searching for all along.

Within the blink of an eye, Bucky had gotten off of the couch and was standing in front of your desk. He leans, placing both hands flat on the table across from you. You’re unable to speak, move, or even breathe as he looks into your eyes, seeking the words he wants to say. Almost as if he’s looking into your soul. Your eyes continually searching his to see how you should react. Is he dangerous? Did I somehow trigger him? Is he threatening? Is he mad? Is he about to tell me to go to hell?

Bucky leans in closer, just inches away from your face. His vibranium hand slides forward, placing it on top of yours. You lightly gasp at the combination of the icy touch and proximity of how close he is. Your heart is pounding, so much so that he could probably see it beating out of your chest just like in those old cartoons.

This is wrong.

You lean back in your chair, being the one to create the distance for once. “I… I can’t.” The images of Bucky with the irritating blonde keep flashing in your head. Hearing him calling her ‘Doll’, flirting over shitty coffee, the grin she gave as if she were dangling him like some prize in front of your face.

Bucky’s head falls forward, exhaling as he tightly closes his eyes. I won’t be the one to stand in the way of his happiness. We have a professional and friendly relationship. Maybe he can have the life he always dreamed of, with her.

A persistent dinging echoes from his pocket. He stands up straight, taking out the iPhone you had given him a few weeks earlier. He sighs. “I have to go. Steve just got word of a an important mission and needs me.” As Bucky starts to slowly saunter out of the office, which is unlike him, you say “Be safe.” It stops him dead in his tracks, but he doesn’t turn around. A moment later he proceeded out the door.

While you can't hear through the soundproof walls of the building, the floor rumbles underneath your feet. You knew in that moment he was gone and there was both of you that left things unsaid.

It's been a few days since half of The Compound left for a mission. The entire building was eerily quiet. You started getting into a routine that no longer involved Bucky for the time being. The days seemed to drag with the lack of deep conversations, laughs, and stories. Time crawled as you answered emails and turned in reports while FRIDAY would give small and brief updates on the mission.

That night when you get home, you feel yourself starting to slip into a hole. It's as though Bucky filled some sort of gap in your grief that felt like a big, black, emptiness when he wasn't around. You try shaking off the feeling, but the more you try to escape the heaviness, the worse it feels.

*Ding* Your phone lights up from the bed with a text notification.

Bucky: iMessage

You quickly frantically unlock your phone to see what the message says.

Bucky: Just checking in. I can't tell you where I am or when I'll be back.

That's it? You're holding the phone, thumbs twitching around the keyboard as you try to think of a response that doesn't sound desperate or needy. He cannot see me that way. Bucky needs someone to trust, someone that he can rely on. Well, he has Miss. Marilyn Monroe who works downstairs to be his emotional support...

"STOP!" You say out loud to yourself. Taking in a deep breath, you decide to reply.

Y/N: Hope everything goes smoothly. Be safe and see you soon.

Ugh. That sounds utterly pathetic. I need to take my mind off of this. And with that you grab your keys and bag deciding to take a drive.

While so focused on your confusing thoughts, you didn't even realize where you were driving to; The Café. After parking the car, you walk in.

"Hey Y/N! The usual?" The bouncy red headed girl asks from behind the counter.

"Hey Aly...Yeah that would be great. Can I also get a cinnamon roll too, please?" You ask humbly.

She purses her lips, "Rough day, huh?" You nod in agreement. The tall tale sign of your bad day is some kind of pastry. Maybe it's the sweetness, the carbs, or that it is just your comfort food. "Coming right up!" Aly says, getting right to work on your hot caramel latte.

You sit down at a small table, waiting for your order. Being the only person who decided to get coffee at 6 o'clock at night, the entire place was occupied by only yourself and Aly behind the counter. Your eyes keep drifting to the table where you and Bucky sat just the week before. You miss him. An audible scoff comes from your mouth. Miss him? I barely know him. Plus, he terrifies the ever loving shit out of me.

Aly is standing at the table with your order. You smile as she hands you the heated mug and the warm plate that holds all of the feelings that you're about to eat. You fake a smile, "Thank you." Aly returns the smile, although hers is genuine.

Your thoughts start to fight with themselves again.

Are you developing some sort of emotional attachment? Did this stem from the night you opened up about your brother Luke? Is it possible there is some sort of connection there? No. The last thing he's looking for is some kind of relationship. Plus he's got the playboy bunny at his beck and call. Blech. It would be crossing a line. Actually, many lines. Get a grip of your feelings, because if you don't, you might wind up losing your job. And him.

The delicious cinnamon roll helped, but it didn't magically fix all of your problems like you had hoped. You place the empty plate and mug on the designated counter. "Thanks again, Aly."

"Have a good night!" You hear her call back as you walk out of the door. Your car is parked right in front of the café, but you hesitate- looking at the record store. There's this pulling inside of your body. As if there were this metal cable that is slowly reeling you in. Divulging, you give in.

Looking at the records you can't help but to continue thinking of Bucky. Skimming through the vinyl's, you decide to grab a couple more for him. To help him acclimate. You try to convince yourself.

Getting into the drivers seat, you open the plastic bag with the records. Lynyrd Skynyrd, Billy Joel, Alabama, Aretha Franklin, and Black Sabbath, to name a few. This simple gesture makes you feel as though he is still here; ready to give his sarcastic, grumpy opinion on everything. You're missing him and this is the first time you are open to accepting the fact.

Two Weeks Later

Your eyes keep darting to the windowsill where the plastic bag with the records in it waits for Bucky's return. Or rather, I'm the one awaiting for him to come home. It has been a quiet, uneventful three weeks since (almost) everyone left on a mission. FRIDAY has been the one to keep you company. It feels pathetic, seeking comfort from an AI, but at the same time, there is no judgement. She listens and offers substantial solutions; suggesting to drink herbal teas for nerves, meditation, and reminds you to talk your daily walk around The Compound for fresh air and exercise.

Just when you were thinking of how boring this job has been as of late, the lights dim. Not just in your office, but from what you can see through the window on the door, in the hallways and other rooms as well.

"Friday?" You ask, standing up.

"Y/N, please remain in your office. We have word of a possible breach."

"Oh..." Was all that you could manage to say. You sink a little further down into your soft office chair. There were people running up and down the hallway, occasional shouts.

'Clear!' You hear one person say. Becoming curious after a few minutes, you get up from your desk and look out the window from your door. A loud siren starts going off along with flashing red lights. You close your hands over your ears from the loud warning. Still trying to look out of the door, you're startled by a sudden *Bang* outside of the door. Once your vision clears, outside of the window is Bucky. He quickly knocks on the door in distress, looking over both shoulders as he continues to knock.

You quickly unlock the door, but you don't even get a chance to turn the doorknob before he swiftly gets inside the office. "Bucky? Wh-What's going on out there?" You ask, the fear evident in your voice.

"Friday..." He says assertively.

"Yes, Mr. Barnes?" She answers.

"I want a full lock down protocol in Y/N's office, now! No one gets in or out."

"Engaging full lock down...now." As soon as the AI finished the sentence, thick, metal shields closed down over the windows.

“Bucky!” You yell, trying to get his attention. “What the hell is going on?!”

He watches the door as he takes a few steps backward towards you. Bucky quickly turns, grabbing you off of the ground by your shoulders, and places you in the corner. It’s the corner of the same wall that the door is on, but if anyone were to try and look in, you would be hidden.

Bucky brings his finger to his mouth making a shushing sound. You nod in understanding. He moves to stand in front of you, his back flat against the wall as he listens to the commotion out in the hallway. The sirens finally stop. It felt like they were going off for an eternity when in actuality it was maybe just a few minutes. All that’s left is the ringing in your ears. A moment later, the flashing lights also stop.

Leaning slightly off of the wall, Bucky looks out the window and soon he visibly relaxes. He opens the door and Tony, in full Iron Man armor, walks in.

“So what do we do now?” Bucky asks, knowing that every move, every decision he makes has to be ran by Stark.

Tony steps inside, eyeing the two of you up and down. “First, I don’t want to know. Second, we apparently didn’t apprehend everyone we were supposed to and they followed us back to The Compound.” Tony sighs. “We’re on lockdown until we’re all in the clear.”

“Um…” You say lightly getting their attention. “Lockdown?”

“Yeah.” Tony says bluntly. “No one’s going anywhere, it’s a question of safety for both us and civilians.” He turns to walk out the door. “There’s plenty of extra rooms on the 8th floor-“ he calls out over his shoulder.

Bucky clears his throat. “The apartment next to mine is open.” He looks Tony in the eyes as he turns around. Tony raises an eyebrow. and Bucky rolls his eyes in response. “I’ll take responsibility for her.”

Tony looks between the two of you with narrowed eyes and shrugs. "Just... don't let each other get into any more trouble, okay?" He says nonchalantly as he walks out.

All that's left is you, Bucky, and the stillness of the room. This is awkward. He avoids eye contact when he speaks. "Let's go get your room set up." He says, quickly dashing out of the door.

Here we go again...

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cowardly--throwaway · 6 months

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A Well-Placed Gift Chapter 1

What if Titania sent Nuala to Hob instead of Dream? In 1461?

Rated: Explicit ***WARNING: NON-CON, FUCKED-UP MANIPULATIVE POWER DYNAMICS/FORCED RELATIONSHIPS!*** Ao3 link

"My queen! I—" Nuala looked around for anyone — anyone else — to object to the ridiculous order. Anyone who might have the right, strength, or pure stupidity to question the faerie queen.

But the revel was was as raucous as ever, drawing everyone's attention with drink and dance and the usual debaucheries. Cluracan was laughing, petting another half naked courtier, and already looked too drunk to bother with any political intrigue (that is, any political intrigue that wasn't made up of laughing, petting, and drinking.) Even King Oberon, who might have preferred to keep Nuala close, had been drawn into a spirited reel.

"Would you prefer to abide in the Dreaming?" Queen Titania asked. "To be a plaything for Lord Morpheus and his nightmares? Hmmm…" She put a finger to her chin in mock thought. "You, installed at the Dream King's side to learn his current mind and moods? Divining his machinations for me, so that I might approach him in one of his softer moods when he is more… receptive — needy even? Perhaps he'd sweep you into the darkness to carry with him wherever he goes. A little fae spark at the very heart of his being. Oh yes, perhaps that would be the better choice!"

"My queen, please!" Panic constricted Nuala's throat. She was used to being used in the way that all the courtiers were used like toys for the machinations of the few. The court of Faerie was one big game of power, controlled only by the king and queen and those few brash and powerful enough to demand their own role. (And even those, Nuala had often suspected, were no more than naive tools of greater strategy.) Still, the thought of being cast out of Faerie and into the vast games of the Endless — to the land of the Nightmare King no less — made Nuala cold with dread. Anything would be better than that! "I did not mean to question your judgement," she stammered, desperately trying to reel back her objections. "I-I am sure your plans were… perfect as they were."

"Hm." Queen Titania's mouth quirked in the tiniest smile — it would have looked victorious, except there was no victory where she could simply order everything to her will. Her eyes remained narrowed in displeasure; Nuala was certain the queen wouldn't forget that second of resistance, and her heart pounded hard all the way up to the points of her ears as the queen echoed, "Perfect?"

Nuala swallowed against the fear in her throat. She bowed her head docilely, and let her glamoured yellow curls fall forward to hide the anger in her eyes. "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Wonderful! No time to waste, then." The queen clapped her hands and turned to sweep out of the revel, not even bothering to check that Nuala was hurrying after. "I am glad for your enthusiasm. You'll do a fine job of diverting Hob Gadling's attentions."

"Yes, my queen."

Nuala stumbled slightly as she hurried after the the queen who was leading her through a tangled and twilit patch of the forest toward the point where the mortal world and Faerie had not yet pulled apart entirely.

"Even in the long living memory of the fae, the Dream King has never taken much interest in mortals — not in the waking world," the queen mused. "The old rumors tell of such disaster — oh that might be fun! Nevertheless…" She sighed as though truly lamenting a lost opportunity for catastrophe. "I will not have some muddy mortal seducing the king of the Dreaming!"

Nuala just listened. She, too, had heard old tales of those who tangled too closely with the Endless. She knew she should feel relieved that she wasn't actually being sent to Lord Morpheus. But it was hard to feel so when she was being sent to the muddy mortal who, apparently, was actually brash enough to seek the Dream King's attentions. What sort of man would dare such a thing?

"Our people may no longer be able to stand that world," Titania went on, "but I will certainly not have the Endless' machinations running wild there. I cannot imagine why Morpheus would lower himself to the interests of a mortal at this time."

"Is the man a magician?" Nuala asked. "Or perhaps has he made some bargain with one of their devils?"

"I know not. The rumors are mere shreds, and mostly consist of speculations about the coldness of Morpheus's bed. You must take extreme care. This is the work of that older sister of his, I am sure. And the others may well be involved, too."

Streaming sunlight was beginning to break into the twilit woods. The ancient, tangled greenery had yielded to gentler, younger trees and undergrowth and soft grass.

The queen's steps slowed.

"My queen…" Nuala struggled to keep the challenge out of her voice. "What if Hob Gadling does not like me?"

Queen Titania laughed heartily. "He is a greedy, grasping creature by all accounts. And you are a tempting morsel. And it is your task to ensure you draw his eye." Her amusement yielded to an iron stern glance. "You will use whatever temptations, magical or otherwise, to draw him to you and keep his attentions."

"For how long?" Nuala asked quietly.

The queen gave a lazy shrug. "For so long as he remains entangled with the Lord of Dreams. If the whispers hold any truth, he may be immortal."

Immortal!

Nuala had to bite down on her lip to stop from protesting. She hadn't wanted the task even when she thought it was only for the short span of a mortal life — at most, they blinked out in a few decades. But to be sent to an undying man! Nuala wracked her mind trying to think of what she'd done to draw the queen's ire. Perhaps this was a vicarious punishment for Cluracan, who'd certainly bungled more than one of his responsibilities to the realm. But more likely, Nuala thought despondently, she wasn't even interesting enough to punish; rather, she was just there, a piece with no other particular purpose in the game and that might as well be used to make this play.

Still, arguing would do no good. From long experience watching the machinations of the faerie court play out, she knew that even if the queen relented, she would only find another, worse task for Nuala to do. If she defied the queen, then she would be punished.

Queen Titania was eyeing her critically. Suddenly she reached up to a gold chain around her own neck. She removed it — together with the three sparkling stones that dangled there — and clasped it around Nuala's neck. "Here. I will give you this to help you get started."

"Thank you, my queen," Nuala said, feeling at once stunned and deeply fearful of this spontaneous gift.

"Yes, yes." The queen stood back, regarding Nuala thoughtfully. "That should help draw him in, given his supposed… proclivities. This, too, perhaps." She removed a small, bright broach from her gown. Then as she swept away from Nuala, she tossed it down the path where it glittered in a patch of dry leaves. "A breadcrumb of sorts!"

And then without another word, she faded back into the tangled, twilit woods.

#Fucked up stories that probably shouldn't exist — a.k.a. My Fanfic #hob gadling #nuala of the faerie #immortal sandflower #dream of the endless #More fucked up stories that probably shouldn't be in my head but are there and I need to get them out sorry #sandman #nsft #fanfiction

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discobrainrot · 1 year

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Jean/Harry/Kim?

LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

1. At first, Kim and Jean both feel like they’re invading the other’s territory.

Kim is… new.

New to Harry, new to the 41st, and new to these sorts of feelings. Not queer ones, but ones that pull in multiple directions. He loves Harry’s curiosity, his enthusiasm, and genuine desire to do good. He’s also WILDLY attracted to Harry, and it’s not hard for him to admit.

But there’s something about Jean. Behind his sad, tired eyes, there’s a wickedly sharp wit. He’s funny. He’s dedicated and wants the people around him to experience joy. For fuck’s sake, he showed up to the whirling in a wig and sunglasses to try and make Harry laugh.

Jean does a lot for Harry. He loves him far, far beyond the bond of the RCM. It’s easy to see in every look and gesture, regardless of how much he hides it behind stabbing sarcasm. It’s so obvious that for a long Kim holds himself back. He’s the interloper, the outsider. But it’s okay. He tells himself that he’s used to it. It’s nothing new.

Meanwhile, Jean is grappling with his feelings. The Harry that came back from THE HANGED MAN isn’t his Harry. Well, in some ways, he is. He’s still unstable, still has nightmares and apologizes too much. He still has strong arms and a stupid lopsided smile. He still kicks mailboxes and collects trash, but he’s kinder. Jean realizes that Harry isn’t that kind of animal anymore.

He’s Kim’s animal. He follows Kim around d like a duckling. Obeys him like a dog. Preens under his attention like a cockatoo. He looks at Kim like he’s the next Innocence, and for once, Jean understands why. Kim is cool. He’s smart, he’s an impressive detective, and he’s unerringly honest. He didn’t crack a smile when Jean wore his wig and sunglasses, but he seemed so touched when Harry dedicated his karaoke song to him. It made Jean’s chest ache - not just because he wanted to be the centre of Harry’s attention, but because he wanted to make Kim the centre of his.

By the time Jean realizes he’s having those thoughts, he feels like a fucking traitor. He’s betraying Harry by having feelings for Kim. He’s abusing Kim’s trust and professional boundaries because he’s still interested in Harry. He starts thinking that it’d just be better if he left both of their lives for good. He brings nothing to the table, so why bother?

2. Harry pulls them all together but doesn’t realize he’s doing it. Kinda.

I mean, if it’s normal to be bisexual, is it normal to love two people at once? By Harry’s calculations, it must be. He’s been learning so much about himself and how he fits into the world - as a detective, man, and queer person.

When he starts bringing Kim and Jean over to his place simultaneously, things are awkward but he kind of figured they would be. Dating is always kinda stressful and weird at first, right? So he just keeps inviting both of them around. He’ll put on movies and try to break the tension by keeping everyone talking. It goes on like that, and eventually, the pressure starts to fade.

But Jean and Kim are coping with their own internal battles. Both of them think they’re third-wheeling the other. Jean gets Tense when Harry leans over Kim’s shoulder, mouth close to his ear. Kim is deeply uneasy whenever Harry slings an arm around Jean and pulls him close. But they endure. Harry is happy, and they hope the other is, too.

And then, one night, he sits between them and puts an arm around each of their shoulders. He tells them he’s so glad they have each other and gives each of them a kiss on the cheek. And all. Hell. Breaks. Loose.

Flurries of questions from both Kim and Jean, and Harry answers the best he can. Yes, he really thought all three of them were dating. Yes, that’s something he wants. Yes, he’s sure he’s attracted to both of them. Yes, yes, yes.

And I think it’d be Kim, at the end of his fucking rope, who asks Harry if he wants to watch while he kisses Jean. Still processing everything, Jean doesn’t realize that Harry said yes until Kim leans over Harry’s lap to kiss him. And oh boy. Oh boy, what a night from there.

3. Sleeping next to each other is either a fucking nightmare, or the best thing. No in between.

In the summer - a nightmare. Too hot, the bed is too small, and everything is humid/sweaty. (I say this from the experience of having slept in a double bed with two other guys before. In the summer. Even with AC, we didn’t sleep super well, lol.)

In the winter, though? God. Jean and Kim are huddled around Harry like he’s a heating lamp. He’s constantly on middle-of-the-bed duty. He sleeps on his back the whole winter so each can cuddle up under an arm. And Harry gets the gift of constant Deep Pressure Therapy from both his loves slinging their arms and legs over him. He’s the ultimate teddy bear.

And suddenly, the winters are a lot less hard.

#jeanharrykim #a throuple for the ages #Disco Elysium Shipping #Disco Shipping #Misc Ask #Ask Game #DE Hot Take

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enigmaart · 1 year

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HAHA GET PROMPT-BOMBED

“You bought me flowers?” “Yeah, well I noticed you’d seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up.”

“We’ve been by each other’s sides for years, you think I’m gonna leave now?”

“I don’t want you to die for me, I want you to live for me.”

“I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this.”

“I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you.”

EATING THIS PROMPT RN-

Eclipse-Centric Reader Drabble:

"You bought me flowers?" "Yeah, well I noticed you'd seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up."

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You had been feeling particularly shitty this week compared to the previous. You couldn't catch much sleep because you kept having the same weird nightmare over and over again and you couldn't seem to remember what it was about, which only served to stress you further.

You really shouldn't have been so surprised that eventually your boss took notice of this. What would ALWAYS be surprising to you would be the his method of approaching this.

"You...brought me flowers?"

This question was more of a statement, but you made your puzzlement known anyways. Eclipse stood tall and straight and somehow straightened his tie even more despite having done so 3 other times today. He held the flowers out to you.

"Well, erm, you've been looking down in the dumps all week, babe, so I thought I'd do something nice for you! To make you feel better, and all." He explained

If you hadn't known any better, you would have thought that his stand-offish way of saying all this would have meant that he just wanted to get your gloomy mood out of his sight and this building. But you knew your lover better than that. He's trying to stay professional in the office, as per your request, but the poor man just has no idea how to tone it down without looking like either some kid with a crush or a bit of an asshole. You don't mind though, you think it's cute of him either way.

You take the bouquet out of his hand and smile sweetly at him. "Thanks hun. You don't know how much this means to me."

Eclipse visibly perks up at the praise, but is quick to smooth his features and act cool. "Yea," he says, "no problem, sweetheart. If you wanna talk about whatever's been nippin' at you, you can always come to me~." You chuckle a little at the attempt to be suave, because you know he's actually genuinely concerned deep down inside but is trying not to pry too hard for your sake. He's just too good to you.

"Thanks babe, I'll remember that. I think I just wanna go home a bit early today." You say.

"I'll walk you to the front entrance." He replies.

You get up from sitting and stretch your legs. You and Eclipse walk out of his office doors and down the hall to the front entrance. You pass the front desk as the receptionist gives a look up at you two then goes back to work with a knowing smirk. Your trip took seemingly no time at all, but it was nice to just travel together.

Eclipse holds the door open for you, but before you walk out, he gently holds your shoulder and turns you towards him. "Honey," he says, "you don't have to hide anything from me. Whatever it is that's bothering you, we can deal with it together. I've been with you for all this time, and I don't plan on abandoning you if things go sideways. You can ALWAYS count on me to come and save you."

Such sweet and sincere words, you can't recall ever feeling this cared for in your life. How on earth did you end up with a man so sweet?

You're near tears, but they don't fall, you refuse to let them. You have to be strong now. You say, "I'll be okay honey, I think I just need to take your advice and finally take a break and rest a bit. Next time you see me, I'll be as good as new!"

You hoped your enthusiasm would get him to worry a bit less, but you could tell from his wyes that you may have only served to make things worse, but he didn't say anything to make this known. Instead, he said, "Alright doll, have a pleasant evening. See you again soon."

You felt bad that he was willing to put his feelings aside for you AGAIN, but you still found it better than the alternative.

"Goodbye, Sir. See you around."

With that, you walk outside and down the street, not daring to look back and accidentally look your tired, somber eyes with the dark, hurt eyes behind you.

#asks!!#fnaf sb #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf security breach #fnaf dca #fnaf eclipse #fnaf eclipse x reader #fnaf y/n #fnaf au #cosmic chaos y/n #cosmic chaos au #cosmic chaos

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finally got the time to read chapter 3 of ptolemaea…. MISTER NIFTY AND MISTER NEAT JSKSBSJSNS CRYINGGGG SOBBING

Bob and henry have my whole heart I love them so muchhhh and young Scott is exactly how I’ve envisioned him, I also love how u write henry in regards to his trauma n how it can warp your perspective of situations, I relate so hard to how he downplays or twists things in his head because of what he’s been thru like being excited by hearing that Scott liked him to deciding it must just be fascination or something and settling on that. And I like how u don’t hold back w him still being triggered by the actions/words of ppl who have good intentions, that’s v real. And his pang of fear at the mere mention of doctors, also v real.

I felt it IN MY SOUL henry would take to sleeping in an oversized t shirt that’s why I always draw him it one !!!! I started kicking my feet when I read that

THE WAY I GASPED WHEN THEY WENT TO THE LIBRARY AND READ THE EDWARD TIMELINE PAPER DJSKSNS not bob calling it all a big coincidence lol

I also just love the small touches of references from the show like Henry’s insistence on “it’s not safe” and a bunch of others I noticed while reading like that

The pacing of it all is rlly satisfying too Im so intrigued

<3<3<3 shsksnsj

THEY'RE A PAIR!!! DO NOT SEPARATE!!!

The Bob-Henry dynamic has been so fun because like. Bob's in kind of this Steve-like role? Where he's a teenager himself but he's just got this kinda batshit kid attached at his hip and he has NO idea what the hell is going on. but he's here for it 🫡 Which is kind of akin to his role in ST2. Mans has NO idea what he's getting into, but dammit he's going to be helpful!!

Young Scott is my sweetie pie pookie little guy. He's got so much enthusiasm. He's dramatic and a little over the top sometimes which...looking at the dramatics he uses in canon as an adult? Yeah. 15 year old Scott feels like an absolute goober of a kid. He puts so much energy behind his interaction with Henry, it's just natural for him to. He's kind of puppy-like in that way; he charges forward with so much enthusiasm, only to realize a bit later that he may have come on a little strong and that he needs to be a little gentler. He's learning how to interact with Henry in a way that isn't overwhelming, but he's doing it without framing that change as burdensome (like we see with Max in canon, when she corrects him on her name and he just goes with it like it's no big deal). I adore him. He's such a good kid.

Young Henry has been a joy to write honestly. There's a delicate balance between capturing the fact that he's just some snarky teenager and having that trauma come in with a steel chair every once in a while. Because like a lot of the time that's how it is with trauma. Henry's got baggage, sure, but it's not everything all the time. He can still be and think about so many other things outside of his experiences in the lab. It just means his perception of himself is a little warped and certain settings/phrases make the hurt kick up a little dust.

Like that's how trauma goes! It's the lights going on in the foyer, something Bob doesn't think twice about re: the Creels, and Henry being hit hard with the last time he was there. It's Henry having a nightmare about something that was done to him, or a mistake he made that had disastrous consequences, and that turning around to color his self worth, making him go from expressive and present to completely shut down in a matter of seconds. Like you said, it's Bob with the best intentions (Bob, who's 100% correct), trying to get him to see a doctor for his concussion and him getting snappy about it out of fear.

And that's something that follows Henry, too, into adulthood. His mother still haunts him. Brenner still haunts him. The self-esteem issues still haunt him. It all just happens less frequently/with less intensity. It never goes away, he just...gets used to it. He gets better at pushing it away.

But anyway moving on!! Yes!!! He's such an oversized t-shirt guy. Personally I was thinking about that John Mulaney bit about the ghost of the little girl vs him in the too-big sleep shirt, because that's SO Henry. (Was there ever a ghost? Or was it just me all along?)

And okay like. As one of the main timeline theorists on this hellsite, I had to include my baby Edward in here somewhere. Yes, he is going to be plot important. It may or may not end up being canon compliant. We'll see how it fleshes out!! But yeah Bob doesn't know what he's getting into lmao he's seeing the Surface. Hell, even Henry doesn't know what's going on with that, but he knows that every "coincidence" has something more to it, even if he doesn't know what that something entails.

Okay okay and finally. I'm a slut for direct references to canon. Henward/El/Will are all canonically very similar to each other, it's just that they're shaped by differing circumstances. That is to say, 15 year old post-lab Henry would react to things in a mixture of El and Will: shoving hurt down/turning it inwards while also taking matters into his own hands and refusing to let others help. So...I would die before missing chances to make references!! (there's also a Robin-Steve reference, in chapter 2, I think, about being friends with 15 year olds pfft)

Gougjhfghjf I'm so glad the pacing is coming across alright!! I have No idea how long this fic is going to be so I'm just. writing how it comes and seeing how far it goes!!

<3 <3 <3

#asks #ptolemaea (blessed be the children)#comments on ao3 are shut off for the foreseeable future

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bigfan-fanfic · 3 years

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Son of a Bat: Part 5 - Out of the Game

Request for a new part of this series - this time involving Tim Drake

Even though you grew up without a mother, Jason’s is the first death that you are aware of that you can experience.

So it hits you hard and most certainly traumatizes you.

You can barely sleep knowing that your dad is out there every night in the same kind of danger that took your brother away from you

And even he, at least, has Alfred to help him. And you. But Dick has no one and it kills you to know that someday you might get a call from Bludhaven and hear that another brother is lost forever.

You can barely breathe sometimes.

And it doesn’t help that Bruce can barely seem to look at you. It’s because he feels guilty that he couldn’t save your brother, but you don’t know that.

And for your own mental health, Alfred sends you to stay in Bludhaven with Dick, using his connections for a bodyguard to be sent with you - Owen Mercer, a mercenary with an Australian accent. Owen tries to cheer you up somewhat, but even though you do well with pretending you’re alright, it has little effect.

Being in Bludhaven is a lot better. Dick ceases his patrols to take care of you, and Owen stands guard each night, promising you he’ll take care of Dick too. For the first few nights your big brother holds you as you go to sleep and comforts you through the nightmares.

One night you see Owen and Dick cuddling too while watching TV and you fall asleep to a dreamless night.

It takes a while but gradually you fall into some kind of peace. It still aches in your heart that your brother is gone, but you hope he’s somewhere better now.

Dick goes back to Gotham to help Bruce out at Alfred’s request, and you and Owen go with him. It’s terrible for you to be back in the center of the pressures of that life and you can’t bring yourself to help out, no longer serving as Prodigy, the mission control.

Things seem to take care of themselves until one night when you are awoken by Owen, who tells you both Dick and your dad have been captured and are in danger. And that someone is at the gates claiming he can help.

You know Tim Drake somewhat - he’s the son of a pair of social climbers and they always tried to get him to befriend you since you were about the same age, but you sensed his lack of enthusiasm and rebuffed him

Retaking the Prodigy chair, you give Tim a Robin suit and guide him through saving your family.

And you hate it so much, but it occurs to you with dreadful certainty that being a part of this is the only way you can make sure your family is safe.

So Tim goes off to train and you rejoin the team, still dealing with anxiety, although your grief for Jason is slowly fading into the background.

And for about a year, everything is fine, until the Hood shows up...

#male reader #batkid!reader #batfamily x male reader #batfamily x reader #batman headcanons #dc headcanons #headcanons

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tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons · 3 years

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I’ve grown up with depression while watching The Nightmare Before Christmas and it’s still incredible to me how I personally find Jack Skellington to be one of the more realistic representations I’ve seen.

There is a particular scene in the movie that hits me hard, whenever I watch this film. And it comes quite early on, before Jack’s Lament. The scene that hits me is when Jack Skellington is inching away from his admirers while they insistently compliment him, and he sneaks away while they’re distracted. There’s a moment where he hides, checks to see if they’re gone, and then visibly wipes the relief off of his face and starts to walk away sadly by himself.

It may not seem like much on the surface, but I think I understand what’s being represented here. It takes a lot of exhausting work to put up a facade and pretend you’re happy when you really aren’t. To take these compliments that have started to numb him over the years with a fake smile must be difficult for him to do every year. I know it takes a lot out of me when I have to pretend to be happy around those I don’t want to worry, and by the time I’m alone, I look just like Jack: sad, quiet, and keeping to myself.

And it makes SENSE for Jack to feel depressed. Even though I’m in a fortunate situation with things I am grateful for - my depression has never went away, and strikes me no matter how happy I should be. Despite Jack being the Pumpkin King with an entire town who loves and supports him, he still feels unhappy. And I understand that. It’s not something you can control - and I doubt Jack intentionally stays this way when he goes through all the effort of performing in Halloween every year to keep everybody else happy, even though it’s personally exhausting for him.

The entire Jack’s Lament song and scene hits a certain way with me. I seek comfort in animals and things more than I do with other people, sometimes - and Jack does a similar thing while seeking solitude and only confining in his pet, Zero. He sings about who he is and how other people see him - a fearsome King who terrifies people, and is proud of it because That’s What He DOES! But then the song shifts into something different - something that also hits personally with me.

Jack is tired of the repetition and claims he feels an emptiness growing after all these years. He no longer finds comfort or joy in the things he’s good at doing and loved to do - Halloween and scaring is no longer exciting for him. He’s longing for something else. And I understand that, too. I’ve lost interest and the passion for doing things I once loved to do because I was depressed and no longer had the motivation or same enthusiasm. And it makes things worse for Jack because these things are what being the Pumpkin King is ABOUT - and he can’t just give up on these passions because it’s what is EXPECTED of him to do.

Him continuing with Halloween despite his personal feelings about it just to keep everyone else happy is understandable. If my work helped others & kept them happy, I would continue doing them, too. And if all of this wasn’t enough - the song ends with another message, one which makes me feel for Jack and can’t help but feel really sad for him:

Jack laments how he can’t find anyone else who can relate to him, or can see their “Pumpkin King” in this certain light that is truly how he feels. This explains why he only sings about this to Zero, and goes out of his way to be alone whenever he’s feeling like this. He can’t talk about how he’s feeling with anyone else because his people look up to him and he’s their leader. He really is in a constant cycle of feeling miserable while continuing to do the things that make him this way just to keep others happy, and because it’s what he’s MEANT to do.

And then comes the line: “if they only understood, he'd give it all up if he only could”. Jack would give up his Crown - the sole position that makes him feel the way he does - so he would feel better. This line can’t possibly be out of selfish or bad intent - Jack addresses that he CAN’T do this thing, because he has responsibilities and a positive/inspiring image to upkeep for his people. He still continues with Halloween and the celebrations. But deep down, he truly wishes he wouldn’t be held to this standard year after year because it makes him miserable. This is only a thought he can say to himself - and his pet - because it’s a sad truth, and a wish for himself.

It goes without saying that the fame and praise his citizens and the world gives to Jack doesn’t help him feel better. I know I’ve received compliments and positive words from people - but depression unfortunately instills a particular mindset where you can��t believe such things or it really does nothing for you. It’s a sad fact I’ve had to live with all my life - and Jack does, too. I can absolutely understand how he feels within the first few moments of the film.

Danny Elfman’s writing of Jack’s character and portrayal of his depression is admirable to me, and I actually find myself relating to Jack ever since I was a child. Learning that Jack’s experiences and this song was written on Danny’s own life explains why this is so well written. I can’t latch onto another character like I can with Jack. The way they portray him and how he expresses what he’s feeling is just....so unreal to me, that they can capture this quiet process with a fictional character.

I was happy to see Jack Skellington find his happiness at the end of the film, and find someone who could relate to him and bring him another reason for the Halloween that he was growing so tired of. He’s an incredible character to look at.

#The Nightmare Before Christmas #Jack Skellington #Danny Elfman #Nightmare Before Christmas #cw depression #TNBC #Mine #Discussions #long post #long #me projecting onto my comfort character: the essay

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tojishugetiddies · 3 years

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Alpha Shigaraki Headcanons

Sfw

•whenever he's mad and he walks into the room you immediately know he's mad from the strong scent alone. He gives off a musty, rotten egg smell, like there's been a dead animal laying in the sun for about a good few days

•he gets easily jealous if someone so much as stares at his mate for too long,not to mention he is extremely possessive. Whenever you are out of the cozy nest in his room he has to always be within 10 feet of you

•surprisingly cuddly, but only when you two are alone. He likes being the big spoon, his arms wrapped around you protectively while he buries his nose in the back of you neck, loving your scent of (f/s)

•did I mention he is very territorial? He was absolutely bristling in rage when that stupid alpha Chisaki dared to fight in HIS territory!

•he loves reminding you of his quirk to show how powerful he is and how good of an alpha he can be by easily protecting you from any dangers

•his normal scent is dusty with a hint of pear. When he is pleased or happy the pear becomes more prominent and also has a hint of cinnamon and apples

•will calm you down by holding you close and cooing at you, purring at you so you feel the rumble of his chest as it slowly soothes you along with his heartbeat

•sure he may get mad and dust things in his rage but he would never dare lay a hand on you when he is angry. Well...not in a bad or harmful way at least ;)

•absolutely loves your passion and enthusiasm for the things you like, watching lovingly as you explain a certain game to him or an anime, chirping happily

•Super grateful and cuddly after his ruts, he spoils and pampers you with love, affection, and of course gifts, such as some fluffy blankets he scented, maybe a nice new collar, some jewelry. And if you don't like those things don't worry! He can get you the newest edition of your favorite manga or buy you art supplies

•sometimes, when he gets nightmares (although they are much less frequent since he met you so it's very rare) you comfort him and hold him close, purring gently for him as you nuzzle him sweetly. He never says it out loud but you know he's always very grateful to have you and he is the luckiest alpha alive to have such an amazing mate

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Nsfw

•always dominant in bed nof if's and's or but's

•when he goes into his rut you better be ready to be fucked hard and fast. He always makes sure you are sore...after a good 5 or 6 rounds

•man goes absolutely feral over you, eating your pussy out like it's the last meal he'll ever have, and overtimulating you till you can't speak and have tears of ecstasy running down your face

•he is big, and I mean BIG. When he's soft it's a good 7'4" inches, but when he's hard he's at a whopping 10'8" inches. Needless to say you are definitely going to be sore

•he'll have you on his cock all the time when he's in rut, even if it's just cockwarming. Only times he'll let it slip out of you is for getting food, water, and to go to the bathroom, other than that he's not letting you off of his dick, it's staying in your warm, wet, cunt

•this man has a lot of juice in him, I'm talking like gallons, and you bet your ass he's make sure to fill you up real good, in all holes. Your gonna be in a huge puddle by the time he's satiated, for now

•absolutely no mercy when it comes to you. You are going to be a good mate and take whatever he gives you, wether that be a bruised ass from a spanking, or being tied up, blindfolded with a gag on you to muffle your moans and screams while he holds a vibrator to your clit while he's fucking your tight little ass

•loves falling asleep with his knot all swollen inside you, keeping his cum from going to waste and being spilled.

•loves when you go into heat, because you become so needy and submissive for him, begging and whining for him to stuff you full of his massive load of cum, begging him to breed you

•no matter how many times he fucks you, you are still always so tight for him. Your body can never get used to how large he is and loves that first thrust, feeling your walls stretch to their limit as they try to get used to his girth

•somnophilia, he will definitely fuck you, even after you fall asleep or pass out. After all, your body is always so responsive, even when you are unconscious

•marks you with bites, scratches, and bruises for everyone to see, and while you might be embarrassed, he is puffing up his chest proudly as everyone else sees his claim on you.

•if he fucks you from behind there's a very likely chance he will bite the scruff of your neck and sink his teeth into the sensitive flesh

•if he is fucking you where you are on top and he's pounding into you from below or he is fucking you in a mating press, he is probably gonna choke you a little. Don't worry though he always has his artists gloves on when you are having sex

#my hero academia shigaraki #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shiggy #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki smut #shigaraki x reader lemon #shigaraki x reader smut #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #bnha tomura #bnha shigaraki #bnha

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Could I please request how would the naruto omega boys act after having a nightmare? For example, how they would want comfort from their s/o, or how would they get that comfort if their significant other is away on a mission?🙏🏾🙏🏾

(Of course you can! I hope you enjoy it~)

Naruto –

Naruto gets quite sad after a nightmare. All his enthusiasm and joy for life gets sapped out of him until he’s just miserable. He feels awful and down and he really could do with some comfort, so if his alpha wasn’t already shaken awake by his nightmare induced flailing, he makes the decision to wake them up.

The best way to comfort Naruto is with some simple cuddling. Just hold him in your arms and tuck the blankets around him. Don’t push him to talk but listen attentively when he does (and he normally does). Just… being there for him goes a long way. No one was there for him when he had a nightmare when he was younger, and it really makes him feel better.

Of course, those abandonment issues mean that Naruto doesn’t like waking up alone after a nightmare, but he is used to it. At first, he always holds your pillow and breathe in your scent while he tries to fall back to sleep, but it never works. Naruto normally ends up wandering to the kitchen and getting something to drink or making some ramen to calm himself down, stewing somewhat in bitterness that he’s alone to deal with it. After his drink/snack, he does manage to fall asleep while holding your pillow, but he’d much rather you were there with him.

“I dreamt about, well, about when Neji died, but you were there too, and I know it’s stupid,” Naruto rearranged himself on your chest so he could look up at you. “But I was really scared that you were going to get hurt or something too… I’m glad you’re okay…”

Sasuke –

Sasuke has awful, awful nightmares. Mostly about the night his brother murdered his family or the day he killed his brother. He often wakes up disorientated, panicked and upset, his scent is normally bad enough to shock his alpha awake with him. But if for some reason they don’t wake up, Sasuke will never wake them, always trying to comfort himself, to his detriment.

The best way to comfort Sasuke is to make him feel safe. Sit behind him to cover his back while he stares at all the entrances and exits into the room, never box him in or restrain him, and on really bad nights, move him into his nest where he can more easily defend himself and feel a lot safer. When he calms down, don’t speak too much, he’s likely embarrassed enough already, just tuck him back into bed or into his nest and hold him at the back of his neck. The firm pressure puts him to sleep every time.

When Sasuke wakes up from a nightmare alone, it takes him a much longer amount of time to calm down. He throws himself out of bed and into the corner of the room (somewhere more easily defendable) and he just rides the panic for as long as it takes for him to be too exhausted to continue. Oftentimes, he falls asleep like that, jammed into the corner, neck bent at a funny angle. They are rough nights for him, and they happen far too often. He can normally keep the nightmares under wraps while on a mission, he never enters a deep sleep during missions so it isn’t hard to avoid them, but at home they always plague him. He doesn’t like it when his alpha is on a long mission, he doesn’t like it at all. He’ll try and get a mission of equal length so that he isn’t left behind.

“It’s alright,” you cooed into Sasuke’s ear, massaging the back of his neck in the hopes that would be enough to settle him into his nest properly. “You’re safe, my omega, alpha will look after you.”

Shikamaru –

Shikamaru wakes up from nightmares tensed for a fight, and when he realises that he’s in bed, the tenseness melts away into a desire for something to drink or smoke. The bedroom has an attached balcony, so Shika will normally grab some cigarettes and step out into the cool night air to sort out his thoughts.

The best way to comfort Shikamaru is to leave him to think alone on the balcony, but be ready to welcome him back into bed when he comes back in. You could stand on the balcony with him, he won’t mind, as long as you don’t speak or crowd him too much, but the important part is after that. He needs a little affection when he crawls back into bed, some chest rubs perhaps, to settle him enough to fall back to sleep. Shikamaru never talks about his nightmares, but this is something you can do to lessen the load in a different way.

When his alpha isn’t there, much the same happens, but Shikamaru often spends longer on the balcony and occasionally forgoes going back to sleep entirely, simply deciding that if he’s awake, he might as well get some work done. He tries not to even think about the fact that his alpha isn’t there, it will just make him feel worse, so he avoids it.

“You’re cold,” you complained after taking Shikamaru into your arms. He had just slid into bed after twenty minutes standing on the balcony.

“Sorry,” he said, his head flopping onto his pillow. “I’ll warm up in a minute.”

Shino –

Shino hardly moves during or after a nightmare, nor does he make a sound, so his alpha is unlikely to be woken up without Shino waking them on purpose, which he rarely does. Shino normally shuffles around awkwardly for a bit, trying to get closer to his alpha without waking them up, gently placing his head on their chest for a bit of comfort. It is at this point that you are most likely to be woken up.

The best way to comfort Shino is to pull him properly into your chest and stroke his hair while he settles himself. Pretend you don’t know anything is wrong and understand that if he does want to share anything about the nightmare, he’ll share it the next morning, not in the moment.

If his alpha isn’t there, Shino will normally grab for their pillow and hold that to use their scent to soothe himself back to sleep. If they’ve been gone long enough that the scent on the pillow is faded, Shino will huff a little and go and take something out of his nest to hold instead. He doesn’t really like taking things out of his nest but needs must. If he’s super upset from his nightmare and his alpha has been gone a long time, he might just crawl into his nest and spend the rest of the night there.

“It’s a cold night tonight, huh?” you murmured sleepily as you tucked a recently awakened Shino’s head into your neck.

Shino hummed in agreement but was seemingly focused on pushing his whole body as close to his alpha’s as possible.

“Get some sleep,” you murmured before pressing a kiss to his head and drifting off back to sleep.

Neji –

Neji is a light sleeper, so normally he is able to wake himself up before his dreams turn from unnerving to horrifying. Normally, but not always. When he does have an awful nightmare, he awakes with a soft gasp, blinking rapidly to try and remove the horrible images that are still firmly placed in his mind. When that doesn’t work, Neji normally gets up and makes himself a cup of tea, sitting in the kitchen to drink it.

The best way to comfort Neji is to come with him to the kitchen but let him brew the tea in peace. When he sits down at the table, take his unoccupied hand and hold it, drawing patterns on his palm or running your thumb over the back of his hand. That rarely fails to calm him down. If Neji isn’t calmed by that, it’s likely that he had a nightmare about losing you, so scoot a little closer and sneak an arm around his waist. He prefers a little more contact with his mate if he’s had a dream about losing them, after all. If it’s late enough in the morning, Neji will probably just decide to get up for the day and he’s a difficult person to coax back into bed unless he was hit really badly by the nightmare.

When he wakes up alone, Neji does the same thing, but he doesn’t sit at the table for as long, choosing instead to just get dressed and ready for the day, even if it’s 03:00AM. He doesn’t want to wallow in his thoughts alone, so he powers through, as he’s always done.

“Do you want to head back to bed?” you murmured against Neji’s hair, placing a kiss there to end your question.

Neji hesitated before shaking his head.

“Then let’s get dressed and we can head to the market before the morning rush, my love, come on now.”

Iruka –

Iruka wakes up from nightmares with a shout on his lips, an arm automatically reaching out for his mate to ensure you’re okay or to protect you from whatever he was dreaming about. When he realises that it was all a dream, he flops back onto the bed with a sigh, annoyed that his precious sleep has been interrupted. He relies on his good sleep schedule to keep him functional under his insane workload, so he uses sheer force of will to send himself back to sleep on most nights. But if his nightmare was particularly rough, he always tucks himself into his alpha’s arms. His pride certainly won’t keep him from what he needs to sleep, so he lifts up his alpha’s arm and tucks himself in, too grumpy and overtired to care if he’s disturbing them. He lets out a nice little purr when he’s situated himself perfectly and will happily take any and all comforting touches from his alpha if he wakes them up.

The best way to comfort him if to give him those soft, comforting touches, and avoid grumbling too much at his heavy-handed attempt at cuddling haha. A little head massage goes a long way with Iruka, and while he’s the biggest advocate for talking through most things in a relationship, he likes to leave the conversation for tomorrow, so verbal exchanges should be short and sweet.

If his alpha isn’t there, then Iruka will continue trying to will himself to sleep until it works. Failure isn’t an option.

“’Ruka, what do you want? It’s the middle of the night,” you groaned, tiredly rubbing your eyes.

Iruka growled lightly at your question, but didn’t otherwise acknowledge your statement, instead continuing to arrange himself in your arms.

You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face as he finally settled.

“Happy now, ‘mega?” you asked, massaging the back of his head. Iruka’s purring answered that question well enough.

Kakashi –

Kakashi’s nightmares are horrific and very frequent. But they’re also very complicated. How he reacts depends on the type of nightmare, his general stress levels, how far into the relationship he is, etc. Generally, they perturb him enough that he can never go back to sleep afterwards and he is very reluctant to ever share any of the details of his nightmares. If he wakes himself up, Kakashi is prone to shutting down emotionally to protect himself. If someone else wakes him up, he can react violently before he realises where he is, so as upsetting as it can be to watch Kakashi in a nightmare, you learn that waking him up isn’t a good idea, because Kakashi would never forgive himself if he hurt his mate in a post-nightmare stupor. Once he’s properly awake, Kakashi might try to train or go and sit by the memorial stone.

The best way to comfort Kakashi is to make the room he’s sleeping is as safe as it can be. Scent the air so that he wakes up to your scent rather than just his own panicked one, make sure all the doors are shut and curtains drawn and remove any covers that he may be tangling himself in. When he wakes up, give him space to collect himself, but talk to him so that he can recognise the sound as not hostile. Very deep into the relationship, he’ll allow you to give him some water and tuck him back into bed with some gentle words and simple affection. If the relationship isn’t that strong yet, then there’s almost zero chance he’ll stick around long enough for such things.

When Kakashi wakes up without his alpha there, he trains, trains and trains some more to burn the negative feelings from his mind. If the dream was about his alpha, Kakashi can sometimes get halfway through packing an emergency bag to go and rescue you before he realises how foolish he’s being. He’s never been very good at properly comforting himself.

“Kakashi, it’s just me here with you,” you promised him, standing away from the bed to give your disorientated mate some space. “Only us, it’s safe, ‘Kashi, it’s safe.”

Itachi –

Itachi is a master at supressing his painful emotions, and after nightmares is no different. Itachi is still and silent upon waking up from a nightmare, and unless you were already awake, there is no chance that you would notice him waking up in a melancholic mood. Itachi won’t ever wake his alpha up either, putting their own needs and comfort above his (as he always does).

If you did happen to be awake and notice his nightmare, the best way to comfort Itachi is firstly to ask him if he’s okay. He’ll always say he is, but it really means a lot to him that you care enough about him to ask. After that, there are many ways to comfort Itachi, but making him a cup of tea and brushing his hair is always a safe bet. If he’s really torn, he’ll accept some cuddling and physical affection instead of tea.

When his alpha isn’t there, he simply represses everything, gets up and dressed, and sharpens his weapons or takes a trip to the nearest town to stock up on some more dango and green tea. Itachi is used to doing things alone, but he really needs someone with him sometimes, and he is eternally grateful that, despite everything he’s done, he has someone who can care and be there for him.

“Here, my love,” you passed Itachi a cup of green tea before sliding into your bed behind him, brush in hand.

“You don’t have to do this, it’s late,” Itachi whispered, looking down into his tea.

“I love doing things like this with you,” you reassured him, already playing with his hair. “Let me worry about these things, Itachi, just enjoy your tea.”

#naruto #a/b/o #omegaverse #itachi #kakashi #neji #sasuke #shino #shikamaru #iruka #alpha reader #alpha!reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #naruto x reader #nightmares #omega x alpha

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nat-20s · 3 years

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Part 5 of Wonderful! Au. *boyband voice* banter’s back alright!

Also on AO3

~*~

Jon: Hello everyone, and welcome back to our regular format. If my husband being horribly soppy-

Martin:-hey!-

Jon: -turned you off the how, this should be a refreshing return to formula, though I can’t guarantee there won’t be further horrible soppiness-

Martin, performatively under his breath: -most people thought it was charming-

Jon: -as that tends to happen when one is recording with the love of their life. If last week’s episode is the only one that you like, too bad, I’m back in full form, and should be at least through the rest of the season.

Martin: This show doesn’t have seasons? Due to the whole lack of a narrative thing?

Jon: I was referring to spring.

Martin: Oh, right.

[A beat passes.]

Martin, flatly: Oh. Great goof hon.

Jon, smug: Thank you.

Jon, sincere: Also, before we get properly started, I did want to actually thank everyone who sent well wishes.

M artin: Yes! We got positively inundated with lovely messages, it definitely brightened both of our days. I would even say it was wonderful.

[Jon groans.]

Jon: I am..not proud of the energy we’ve created for this episode so far, and we haven’t even hit the small wonders. Speaking of, do you have a small wonder this week?

Martin: Mine’s bad action movies.

Jon: Really? I had no idea you even liked them, let alone consider them wonderful.

Martin: Okay, so, saying I like them is a bit of a misnomer? It’s more that I like what they can do more than the movies themselves?

Jon: Elaborate?

Martin: It probably comes as a surprise to no one that I’ve tried my hand at a fair amount of mindfulness and mediation techniques. I’ve found poetry and journaling have been helpful for actually processing life events and whatnot, but when it comes to giving your brain a hard wipe and reset, nothing is half as quick and effective as a shitty shoot-em-up. Somethings about 2 hours of cartoonish, pg-13 violence held together with the absolute loosest of plots brings me to a state of mental blankness that would make a monk jealous.

Jon: How have I never witnessed you doing this? When are you sneaking off to go see Micheal Tarantino or who ever films?

M artin: That’s definitely not the right name.

Jon: Martin, dear, I don’t care. And you’re dodging the question.

Martin, fond: I’m not dodging anything. Since apparently we’re getting into it, you haven’t caught me cavorting with a movie involving more explosions than character development lately because I haven’t been. Haven’t needed it, in recent years. Turns out when you’re not crushingly lonely and working a literal nightmare of job, there’s less of a drive to try and escape your own thoughts. Shocker, I know. Still, to anyone out there that feels like their brain is on fire, go try watching a fast and furious. Any of ‘em, it doesn’t matter. Or even better, Chronicles of Riddick. I can’t remember a single goddamn detail of that movie, which makes it perfect for what I’m talking about.

Jon: I have the strong feeling that th is is a “mileage may vary” scenario.

Martin: Well, yeah, that’s this whole podcast. Plus, I imagine that movies like this would cause more stress to someone who cares about, say, world-building or rules consistency.

Jon: I wonder who you could possibly be referring to.

Martin: It’s a purely hypothetical person, love, don’t worry about it. Any small wonders?

Jon: Yes! Particularly relevant to the last week, my small wonder is stripping the sheets from your bed when it’s been too long between washes.

Martin: How very specific. M ost people would just say ‘clean sheets’.

Jon: Well, for one, I’m fairly certain that we’ve already covered clean sheets-

Martin: Shit, have we? Thank god other people keep track of this, otherwise this show would be unbearably repetitive.

Jon: Christ, yes. I typically check the website a good three times while prepping, and every about one out of those three times I find I’m trying to do an topic we did 30 episodes again. Anyway, um, it’s just nice, I think. When you’ve been too busy or sick or away for awhile, tossing the sheets in the wash makes a room instantly seem nicer. Of all the chores out there, this one, at least for me, has the highest reward to effort ratio.

Martin: Hard agree. Especially when the y have that slight funk of having been around to long, getting rid of that is such a relief. Speaking of, we need to change our sheets soon.

Jon: We can do it after the episode. Who goes first this week?

Martin: Considering last week was only me talking, I’m gonna say it’s you.

Jon: Alright, then. My first thing this week is Martin K. Blackwood.

Martin: Absolutely not!

Jon: Oh, you can do a whole episode on me, but I can’t do one little segment on my husband, whom I love very dearly?

Martin: Not while I’m sat here, no!

Jon: So you’re saying you don’t want me to tell the internet that your resolve to be kind even in the face of indescribable cruelty is one of the mot breathtaking things I’ve ever witnessed, or how I find it incredibly endearing when you get so emotional that your voice comes out as a squeak, or even that, on a more base level, you’re very physically attractive, and I could lose entire days thinking about your arms alone?

Martin, audibly blushing, voice the aforementioned squeak: Oh my god, Jon!

Jon, laughing: Then it’s probably for the best that my actual first thing is best friends.

Martin, peaking the audio levels: Oh you absolute bastard! Do you enjoy this? Do you get some sort of perverse sense of entertainment from riling me up?

Jon: Oh, don’t you start. As if you’re not as bad as I am. Maybe even worse.

Martin: That’s not…

Jon: Yes?

Martin: Okay. Maybe it’s slightly true. Really, what is romance for if not flustering your partner with compliments?

Jon, teasing: I certainly can’t think of anything.

Martin: Hush, you.

Jon: No, I don’t think I will.

Martin: Fine. I suppose you can tell our delightful audience about the power of friendship or whatever.

Jon: I would’ve assumed more enthusiasm, considering this segment is still, indirectly, about you.

Martin: In what way?

Jon: In the way that, to the shock of all, you’re my best friend.

Martin, pleased: Oh, is that what I am?

Jon, exasperated: Yes, dearest husband, I wouldn’t have married you otherwise. Though, upon reflection, I knew you were my best friend before I knew I held romantic feelings for you.

Martin: When was that?

Jon, letting out a breath that vibrates his lips: God it was...2016? I think it might’ve literally been the day after you told me about your CV.

Martin: That early? Huh. I wonder if that’s what people were picking up when they said they we were close.

Jon: What people?

Martin: I don’t know specifically, that’s just what Daisy told me.

Jon: Daisy? When the hell-?

Martin: It...was when she was interrogating me? And, because sometimes I have to be a parody of myself, pretty much my only take away from that interrogation was “people think me and Jon are close”.

Jon: Well then. It’s not like they were wrong.

Martin, smug: No, no they weren’t.

Martin, sincere: And you’re my best friend, too.

Jon: I was certainly hoping that you’re in this relationship for more than my good looks and incredible fortune, both in the monetary and luck sense.

Martin: You say that as if you aren’t good looking, which we all know is patently untrue.

Jon: You’re biased. You’d say I was good looking if I were nothing more than some primordial ooze with thoughts about its station.

Martin: I’m being completely objective. If you were primordial ooze with thoughts above its station, you’d be the cutest ooze of them all. That’s just scientific fact.

Jon: I’m starting to think we might be insufferable.

Martin: Starting to? Might be?

Jon:…

[Jon clears his throat]

Jon: What I find wonderful about the concept of best friends is, to me, they’re the closest thing real life has to soulmates. I don’t personally believe that there’s some..grand mystic force that drives people to be tied together in the manner that narrative typical soulmates are, and if there was I don’t think it would necessarily be the kind of emotional, heartfelt bond one would hope for, but I do believe that there’s individuals that get to know one another, and because of that knowledge, they chose to stick with one another. It doesn’t have to be a romantic, which is why I say best friend rather than specifically ‘spouse’, but I would argue that the basis of a strong romance like you and I have, is very much rooted in that connection. A true best friendship is an equal partnership, and there’s a sense of..matched sensibilities and understanding that can be utterly incandescent when it happens.

I also think that having one or more best friends makes living life on a day to day basis both better and just flat easier. The dark times aren’t as dark, and the bright times shine even more. I know from my own personal experience there are events that I..that I don’t know how I would’ve made it through without you. Hell, last week my..recovery period would’ve taken much longer if you hadn’t been there.

It’s an amazing thing to have someone to share things with, both triumphs and burdens. Um, also, according to Dictionary.com, the term best friends in English has been around since the 1200s. Something about that delights me, like, yes, we’ve had this casual way of referring to a Favorite Person for roughly 800 years. That makes it a hold-out from early Middle English. I dunno, it’s one of those things that make me feel overall very charmed by humanity.

Martin, audibly smiling: No, yeah, hard agree.

Jon: What’s that look for?

Martin: Nothing. Just. I love you a whole lot, you know that?

Jon, voice soft: I may have heard you say that once or twice. Per hour.

Martin: Only that often? I really need to be more diligent about that.

[There’s a bet of silence, presumably where they’re making doe eyes at each other.]

Jon: What’s your first thing?

Martin: Oh, um, right. Rats!

Jon: The expression or the animal?

Martin: Jon, have you ever once heard me say “rats” as an expression? Obviously I’m referring to the animal.

Jon: Ah. Should’ve known, considering that what, a third?, of all your segments have been on animals.

Martin: Yeah? And? You got a problem with critters? With creatures? With lil guys?

Jon, laughing: No, no, it’s very sweet. I’m just surprised you never became a vet.

Martin: Oh believe me, I wanted to. But then I learned that it was not, in fact, a job composed entirely of getting paid to play with other people’s pets.

Jon: You had that job, though, didn’t you? I thought I remembered you mentioning a month long stint at a doggie day care.

Martin, sighing dreamily: Best job I ever had. Too bad that place was shut down after it was revealed to be a money laundering front.

Jon: Good lord.

Jon: Martin did you...did you know it was a money laundering front at the time?

Martin:

Martin: Would it make you feel better if I said no?

Jon: Martin!

Martin: I figured it out like a week in, but, like, who cares? The pay was decent and the floor was super easy to clean, which is very much a plus for even a front of a doggie day care.

Jon: That’s...rather a lot. How about instead of getting into that any further, you tell me about rodents.

Martin: I would love to. But first, we have a shoutout!

Jon: Ooo, a shoutout. Does it specify who should read?

Martin: Let me check. It...does...not…..

...

Jon: Martin?

[A beat.]

Martin: Right! Sorry, um. This week’s shoutout is from Tim, to Danny. It says, “Danny! My favorite person who shares genetic material with me! I wanted to say thank you for your podcast obsession from 4 months ago, and specifically for telling me about these marrieds. They’ve gotten me through many a dull hour at the publishing house. Also, with this shoutout, I’ve officially gotten ahead on the Superior [Last Name Redacted] Brother scoreboard, so suck it. Love you lots, and looking forward to your visit next month, Tim.”

Jon: Oh.

Jon: Um. That’s very..sweet? I think? Mostly?

Martin: Yeah, I’d say so. Uh. We have to take a quick break because, uh, someone is..at our front door! Be back with you all in, from your side of things, just a moment.

#wonderful! au #jonmartin #jon sims #martin blackwood #>:3 #shoutouts are their versions of jumbotrons btw

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pars-ley · 3 years

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One night

Pairing: Jimin x Female reader

Summary: When you meet a previous one night stand on a speed dating night, how can you possibly resist another go with the guy who turns you on beyond belief.

Genre: Strangers to lovers au / Speed dating au / One night stand au / Smut / Drabble

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Oral f and m receiving / Rimming / Anal fingering / Bathroom sex / Protected sex / Sex from behind / Nipple play /Jimin with nipple piercings / Explicit language / Spitting / Swallowed oral cumshot / Mentions of sex toys

Word count:1.8k

Notes: This is a request for @a-violet-suga-kookie sorry it took me so long! I hope you enjoy it! Thank you to @yutasgalaxy for helping me photoshop the pic for my banner.

Beta: Thank you to @eatjeanjin your enthusiasm and suggestions helped a lot

You walk begrudgingly into the room following behind your friend, tables for two all spaced apart and a big timer at one end.

She smiles nervously at you and you return an encouraging thumbs up. As soon as her back is to you your eyes roll at the thought of what you are about to do. Speed dating is one of your worst nightmares, but in order to show support to your newly single and emotionally vulnerable friend, you put that aside.

"Welcome, please take a seat at a table and get comfortable. I shall bring in the other participants and we can start." announces the female host, with a smile large enough it looks almost painful.

You sit down at an adjacent table to your friend and give her a reassuring wink, before the door opens and the timer has begun.

Mundane questions and boring responses are leaving you wishing you stayed at home in your pyjama’s and a date with your vibrator. At least you would be guaranteed satisfaction.

Suddenly, striking blonde hair catches your eye a couple of tables down and as you glance over he's already looking at you.

His full lips curve into a delicious one sided smile before returning his attention to his date.

Park Jimin. Your thighs press together automatically, recalling the night you spent with him. Every perfect detail of it and him, sails seductively behind your eyes. The one night stand that was never meant to happen but did and blew your mind.

It feels like time stops, while you wait for another agonising two rounds for him to reach your table.

"Well, well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He says, as he sits down in such a commanding fashion you can't help but find your bottom lip tucked painfully between your teeth.

"I was just thinking the same thing about you."

His pupils expand at your words as his eyes trace over your outfit, pausing briefly at your cleavage. "What brings you here?"

"I'm here for moral support for a friend." You tilt your head to your right and he glances at her. "You?"

"Would you believe me if I said the same? Dark hair, tattoo sleeve and big doe eyes." You look behind him and see who he means, recalling your conversation with him to have been the least boring here.

"What are the chances?" You laugh.

He watches you for a moment, a smile playing at the edges of his perfect mouth.

"You never left me your number." He interjects your thoughts.

"You never gave me yours." You quip.

"You didn't give me a chance." He raises an eyebrow at you. A simple move that he manages to make devastatingly sexy. "I woke up and you had vanished without a trace. All I had was your name and the taste of your pussy on my lips and you can't imagine how much that can drive a man crazy."

Hearing him say something so filthy so casually had your cunt throbbing violently with desire, a pool of liquid-want starting in your underwear.

"I would have liked to call you and see you again." He presses.

"I'm here now." You reply, leaning onto the table; your breasts swelling even more with the movement.

His hand on your thigh under the table surprises you but your heart responds instantly pounding wildly with need. "Meet me in the big toilet as soon as the break starts," the pleading in his voice is too hard to resist, not that you were planning on it anyway.

He got up swiftly and just like the wind, he was gone. You receive a few looks from neighbouring tables, your friend being one of them, but you just shrug and smile innocently.

The much awaited break time was finally announced and you can't scramble off of your chair fast enough, out of the door before anyone else is even away from their tables. But disappointment pangs when you read the "OUT OF ORDER" note taped on the toilet door. Frantically glancing around, you decide to chance knocking. Much to your delight, the door opens and you are pulled in briskly by the hand.

The door is closed and locked as you're backed against it.

"God, do you have any idea how often I've thought about you?" He whispers, so close his breath fans across your face, pulling you in. His eyes burning with a need so fierce you're winded from the impact.

"Probably about as often as I've thought about you." Your fingers already fumbling with the button on his jeans.

His mouth crashes against yours, tongue eagerly dancing with yours as you become a mass of grappling hands and frantic kisses. He pulls away leaving you gasping for air but wanting more of his soft lips on yours. He pushes up your leather skirt and yanks your underwear down, pulling it off each ankle as he sinks onto his knees.

He throws one leg over his shoulder and looks up at you.

"Trust me?"

You nod and he wastes no time doing the same to the other leg, taking all of your weight as he plunges his mouth straight onto your needy pussy.

The sinful sound that vibrates through him as he tastes you has you moaning in response.

You're thrown down memory lane instantly, the way his lips and tongue explore every crevice, how he sucks just enough on your clit drawing his name from your lips like a spell. Even his tight grip on your buttocks keeping you firmly in place, makes you rabid with lust. You start grinding against him, unable to control your body. He moans against you, making you quiver signalling that familiar tight pull coming closer. But before you can let go, your feet are returned to the ground - legs wobbling underneath you - and he's turning you, your face pressing hard against the door. You feel his warm, wet tongue glide along your arsehole, the sensation nearly shooting you through the roof but he holds you firmly in place, spreading your cheeks harshly as he does.

Your toes curl as his fingers wrap around you and he begins massaging your clit. Your heavy breaths creating a pattern of condensation across the door.

And then his grip on you is gone and you feel unsteady as he stands and pulls his wallet out of his jeans pocket.

When you see the glint of the foil wrapper, excitement blooms in your already tight core; coiled and ready to spring. Ripping it open with his teeth, he pushes down his boxers and glides the condom onto his generous erection.

He wastes no time in pressing you back up against the door and sliding into you, gasping when he bottoms out.

He pauses there for a moment and you feel something hot on your arsehole that quickly turns cold as the air hits it and you realise he's spat on you. The thought has you clenching around his rock hard cock.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" He says breathlessly. "Do you like this?" He asks as he slowly pushes a finger inside your rear.

"Ohh, yes." You moan.

He starts rocking his hips and finger in a simultaneous rhythm. Feeling so full and deliciously stretched had you dripping off of him. Your nails, clinging onto the door frame, embedding and no doubt leaving little crescents in the wood.

You feel the build up take hold to a point you can't return from as you tighten around him.

"Oh yes, baby, let me feel you cum around this cock." He whispers in your ear as you unravel. Spasming uncontrollably and calling his name from behind his fingers now caged around your mouth, the action just heightening all the sensations you feel.

As your orgasm subsides, your legs trembling, he pulls out leaving you feeling empty. You turn to face him and his mouth is on you instantly.

"You're so fucking sexy." He says against your lips.

Your fingers find his shirt, undoing the buttons and pushing it off his shoulders. The glint of something in the light catches your attention, as you hold him at arm's length and admire the sight before you.

"They're new." You say, genuine surprise in your voice.

He looks down at his pierced nipples and back up to you with the cockiest smirk. "You like ‘em?"

You shake your head, "I love them."

He grins at you pulling you in for another kiss as you can't resist pinching and rolling one of them between your fingers.

He jolts but moans against you and bucks his hips, his dick pressing desperately against you, aching to be touched.

Your lips go straight for the silver bar, sucking it hastily into your mouth. The sound of it hitting against your teeth and the feel of the cold metal inside your mouth, all of it spurring you on.

"Go and sit down."

You order, the light of lust although briefly sated had not died down.

He puts the lid on the toilet seat down and does as you say.

On your knees, you gently slide the condom off and delve onto him with the same urgency he showed you. When he gasps and his hand goes straight to your hair, you can feel his wildness beneath you. Hips bucking up matching your rhythm as you take him in until he's hitting the back of your throat with every suck.

"Look at me." He whispers and as soon as your eyes hit his, he becomes a shaking mess.

"Oh fuck. Yes, yes, that's it." He strains before his hot, salty orgasm releases into your mouth. You swallow as he grinds into you, holding your hair off your face and watching every movement you make.

He helps you up once he's done and you both tidy yourselves up.

"So, see anyone you like out there?" He asks as he does up his shirt.

You shake your head and scoff. "No. What about you?" You hate the small, sick feeling in your stomach at the possible answer. He's just some guy you've fucked twice, that's all.

"No, I couldn't keep my eyes off you."

When his gaze meet yours in the mirror it's sweet and gentle, a complete contrast to before.

"Listen," he turns to face you. "I know that one night stands are not ideal to start with but I'd really like to take you out to dinner?"

There's a hesitancy in his voice that intrigues you, a very vulnerable side to the confident man you're used to seeing.

"What about after this?" You reply.

His eyes light up. "Yeah, sounds great."

You smile awkwardly at each other and he kisses you on the cheek as if 5 minutes ago he didn't have his lips smothered on your arsehole.

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brainrot-the-frog · 3 years

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Arguments with the Hashira

《I only did *some* of the Pillars!》

《The Pillars x S/O HCs | Arguing》

《Giyuu Tomioka》

— Giyuu is not going to know how to act when you two have a genuine heated argument, if he's angry he's going to try his best to conceal his feelings which makes the situation much worse as you two continue on. He'd probably snap depending on how serious the conversation is.

— Now here's the thing, if you were the one in the right it's going to take a while for him to admit and apologize, however if you two stop talking you'll catch him staring at you like a lost puppy. He doesn't know how to convey his feelings and opinions very well but he'll sure as hell try if you two haven't talked in days.

— "I'm sorry for what I said.. I shouldn't have yelled like that..."

— Now if he was the one in the right then this is going to go very differently, he'll wait for you to apologize to him. Often giving you the cold shoulder and waiting for you to be vocal, you were the one in the wrong- he shouldn't be the first to apologize after your argument, he'll still say sorry for getting vocal though.

— "I forgive you.. I'm sorry as well."

— If you both were in the wrong he'd actually bring it up rather fast. He wants this to be resolved as quickly as possible.

— "We should move on from this.. please."

— when you two make up he's much happier, he'll hold your hand more often and give you more physical affection if need be.

《Shinobu Kocho》

— Shinobu has you wrapped around a finger, whatever insult you throw at her due to your anger, or whatever thing you have to say to the point where you're yelling, she'll reply with a refute at every given chance. She's going to try and deal with the argument calmly albeit if you anger her she's going to reply much colder, she won't really yell but she will be spiteful in a way. You can already see the veins and her twisted smile beginning to show. It gets so scary if you argue for a while. She doesn't need to shout to get her point across.

— The sisters are gonna be sad when you two argue :(

— If you were right, Shinobu wouldn't wait around for so long, she'd want to apologize when you've calmed down and she's managed her feelings and has them in check. She'd approach you with a calm demeanor and wouldn't fake up a grin, she's wearing a serious expression on her face. She'd grab your hands and kiss your knuckles, then smile at you sweetly.

— "I'm sorry for angering you Love, I was wrong for what I said.. please forgive me."

— If you're wrong she's going to mock you a little bit, but then eventually demand an apology from you. She is NOT going to wait longer than a day or two, it'd irritate her to no end if you didn't apologize for longer than that. You'd have to muster up a damn good apology and give her an immense amount of affection to ease her mood. When you do she's all smiles and laughter and immediately goes back to teasing you.

— "Fine! I forgive you.. couldn't stay away could you?"

— If the two of you are both in the wrong she's going to turn the argument into a joke and call you as well as herself out on it. Would probably resort to teasing you and kissing you to change the atmosphere. Commence smooth talking and her beginning to flirt with you.

— "We're both wrong silly, lets move on please. I love you~"

《Kyojurou Rengoku》

— I mean– Kyojurou yells regardless? He'd yell at you but you can tell his tone of voice is calm, and still holds lots of enthusiasm depite the situation. Either he ends the argument himself, or you end it because you get tired of his hard-headedness. I don't think he has it in him to get genuinely mad at you, he just hopes he can get his point across without resorting to anger or snarky comments and insults. (Not like he has any of that- he's far too wholesome.)

— If you were right then he'll probably apologize on the spot, there's no doubt in my mind that Kyojurou would apologize first and without hesitance. If he's wrong then he's wrong, he isn't waiting around and will initiate a conversation with you the moment he wants to speak his feelings. He can't handle not talking to you for longer than a day.

— He'd miss you so much :(

— "I'm so sorry my Dear! I was wrong and I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me! I love you so much!"

— He's saying that with such a warm smile, he takes you in a needy hug and cuddles you without even hearing your response. He just wants to be near you and have you stroke his hair.

— If you were wrong he's telling you on the spot, "YOU'RE WRONG BUT I STILL LOVE YOU–"

— He'd wait so calmly for you to apologize, you'd often catch him with his arms folded and his foot tapping the floor, he's beaming his signature smile and patiently waits for you to approach him. He looks like a golden retriever with the way he acts. If you're still upset with him and avoid him he's going to be hurt!

— "Haha! It's alright my Love! I forgave you a long time ago!"

— He's just excited to have you back, he takes you out that day, he takes you to dinner and constantly shows you off to any bystander the two of you come in contact with. He'll be locking arms with you and compliments you the entire trip.

— If you're both wrong he's going to be like Shinobu and attempt to ease the mood, he'd nod along and eventually hug you.

— "What were we even fighting for?! We're better than this!"

《Mitsuri Kanroji》

— STOP. YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE THE BABY CRY. I believe Mitsuri would tear up and try and talk back through her sobs, a heated argument isn't going to last long with her because you're going to be left comforting her or watching her walk out, holding herself. She'd be left in her estate, crying in her room until she had to leave. She's not even mad at you, the entire time all she wanted to do was kiss your lips and ask for you to tell her everything calmly. She actually didn't know what you were getting mad for.

— If she were to be mad she could man handle you so easily lmao

— Iguro HATES you if you make her cry, he'd try and throw hands SO quick! It'd be Mitsuri that would stop him despite the fact she's still sad. Even if the two of you aren't speaking she'd still make sure Iguro left you alone and gave you space.

— If you were right she's apologizing then and there, enveloping you in a tight warm hug as she cries on your chest. She wouldn't let go until you accept her apology and hug her back. If you don't accept her apology she's going to get so sad and walk out. If you do then she's kissing you for a good minute or two, she was so scared!

— "I'm so sorry for what I did! I won't do it again I promise!"

— Immediately wants to have a nap with you and cuddle! She's just so happy she can be in your arms again, expect her to whisper sweet nothings in your ear and pepper your neck with kisses.

— If you were wrong she's going to tell you and explain to you as eloquently as possible, no doubt she'd probably stutter once or twice but it's the effort that matters most! Again, I can't imagine her being extremely angry, she just wants this nightmare to end. She'd be impatient for an apology, constantly waiting for you to go up to her and just say sorry.

— "It's okay! I'll love you no matter what! You just get upset sometimes and that's okay."

— You'd probably be the one to realize if you're both wrong, she's quick to apologize but would deeply appreciate if the two of you discussed and settled your differences.

— "I'm so glad we made up! It felt like a fever dream!"

《Muichiro Tokito》

— Starting an argument with Muichiro is not going to work out in your favor, Muichiro can barely remember what bird just flew by, he's definitely not going to be very good at focusing on what you're saying when his head is too busy in the clouds. However if you do manage to get him to focus he's going to be anything but happy. He's actually rather serious and cold in response if you're shouting at him. He wouldn't exactly shout but he would curse a bit.

— If you're the one at fault, he's going to tell you right away, he's forward with what he says and how he says it, you can notice the subtle fumes of rage in his tone of voice. He doesn't really care for an apology, he just wants you to acknowledge what you said was wrong of you and go on with his day. He sees no reason in dragging anything out so when he speaks his mind he's walking away so you can process everything.

— "You need to sort yourself out.. I know you're upset but so am I."

— Now if he was the one at fault, you'd have to tell him and explain to him why that is. And when he realizes, he's not really apologizing but more so promising you that he'll never say or do the thing that upset you in the first place. He IS sorry though but expresses himself differently. He's trying.

— "I realize what I said was insensitive... I promise I won't speak that way again.."

— If you're both in the wrong you'd be the one to tell him that, it's not as if he thinks he's always right, he just disagrees with some things which sometimes can't be helped. He means well but can't show it half the time.

— "Let's not fight anymore okay?"

《Tengen Uzui, Makio, Suma, Hinatsuru》

— It's not everyday you have an argument that reaches everybody, it would be so tense you'd catch yourself holding in the air within your lungs, scared at the idea of exhaling being your downfall. Tengen never wants to raise his voice at you, but sometimes even his emotions get the better of him and he can't help it. He cares so much about you but arguments tend to leave everything messy.

— Suma is tearing up when the argument starts, she holds onto you and whispers softly in your ear, begging you to calm down and not yell. Telling you that everyone was getting upset. She didn't want a bigger fight to start, she just wanted everyone to get along.

— Hinatsuru treats this argument as something that will eventually pass, she is so confident that this argument will be settled within the week. However this doesn't stop her from trying to calm you and everyone else down, she's the calmest one in the situation and would rather speak about your problems without the use of shouting or getting angry.

— Makio on the other hand, wants to hit you so bad for even starting an argument, this indeed worsens the matter terribly, Hinatsuru and Suma would hold Makio back so she didn't attack you. She loves you deeply, but this behaviour could wreck your relationship and that leaves her so scared. And the fact she was having those thoughts didn't sit right with her, more than ever she really just wants to hold you securely and fix this with a kiss.

— If you're the one in the wrong- welp, they are going to tell you without a moment of hesitation. You can't get away either as they'd sit you down until you apologize and tell them what's wrong without having to start fights.

— Makio is gonna slap you but make up for it later

— "It's alright my girl- it happens to the best of us." Tengen rubs circles on your hands. Happy to have resolved the issue.

— Hinatsuru kisses your cheek and rubs your back, she's so proud of you for admitting your fault and being clear with everybody. "You're doing so well Baby, I'm so proud of you."

— Suma gets so soft, she'll give you lots of affection and will hug you for a while. She's glad you and Makio didn't harm one another and just wants to bask in the comfort of your embrace.

— "Well- I'm sorry too.. I was just upset.." Makio turns away for a moment before she reaches her hand out and holds yours. She admits to being quite brash about the whole thing, she cares but has a different way of showing it is all! They all want to kiss you so bad.

— Now, if you were the one in the right, they're going to make up for it in a flash. Starting with Suma who gets teary eyed whilst bowing in shame, she's holding onto the hem of Tengen's clothes for a sense of comfort. Tengen is bowing also, with flowers in his hand.

— Hinatsuru is lowkey holding down Makio so she's bowing as well, however in her free hand Hinatsuru has a plate of your favorite treat "Please forgive us for not listening to everything you had to say, we're sorry."

— Makio brought nothing lmao- in the end though she goes out of her way to buy you a new blade. "I'm sorry for hitting you..."

— When you're ALL in the wrong Tengen is the one to bring up how lame it is you're all fighting in the first place.

— "My girls.. this isn't FLAMBOYANT! We have to get over this!"

— When you all settle your differences you have a night out eating dinner and having fun in each others company. You're at peace..

— They're probably gonna bed you when you get home

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