#POV it's the stupidest fucking thing

[krumsprompts]

prompt # 135

"Must I desire something that is already mine?"

#prompt #writing prompt #writing idea #writing inspiration #short prompt #writers block #guess who's back #back again #possessiveness #implied romance #implied enemies to grudging allies #referring to a literal object... not a person #someTHING not someONE #please do not mistake this for objectification of a human person #POV you are the villain who's about to win the one thing they've been fighting for #POV it's the stupidest fucking thing #but it's yours and no one else can have it.

[alexkablob]

Other favorite bits from the Dorley reread: Lorna's Paranormal Investigator Arc™

#tfw you're the only normal trans girl in a story about a forcefem kidnapping ring #and you're dating your ''cis'' girlfriend who gets you hormones ''from the internet'' #and slowly noticing how there's things she's not telling you and how her and her friend group are all weird about the same things #and then one day your girlfriend's equally cis friend is tired and distracted and asks your girlfriend if she can use some of her ''pills'' #and they both briefly freeze and then awkwardly smooth the interaction over but you KNOW #your whole social circle is trans people you go to trans rights rallies on the regular you KNOW that social interaction #you know this cis girl just asked your cis girlfriend if she could borrow some of her estrogen and what the FUCK #and all the little things are adding up and you start digging and they're all connected to this one dorm on campus-- #and IS MY GIRLFRIEND IN A CULT??? #WHAT IS HAPPENING #you're infiltrating this incredibly foreboding institution and all these girls are smiling too evenly at you and trying to steer you away #and IS THIS THE STEPFORD WIVES??? ARE THEY GOING TO HUMAN SACRIFICE ME??? WHAT IS GOING ON #because that's what Dorley is like looking in from the outside #and then all the while you see from the other PoVs what she's up against: #just the stupidest most neurotic group of codependent trans girls who are flailing rapidly in a comedy of errors #trying to figure out how to tell you the truth without you freaking out #or without it sounding stupid as hell #they're so fucking stupid Lorna I cannot emphasize enough what a pack of idiots these girls are it is NOT a slick operation #dorleyposting

[wormstar]

i just think its like an incredible writing choice to throw up an entire arc where half the conflict comes from "ok. what if this leader acted like a complete hypocrite out of nowhere and none of their earlier characterisation mattered. and what if we just said ummmm darktail did this."

#the way mistystar is written is like. so strange #it is intentional but like. there was no reason for her to close the riverclan borders post-darktail regardless of her grief or whatever #like. it is never fucking stated why she does it. #it does seem like an interesting thing because the pov characters deliberate on it like. 'well riverclan should be collaborating with the o #ther clans as they heal and recover. mistystar is just secluding her clanmates. is she hiding something' #but no. the fire storm whatever comes and none of that shit is ever elaborated upon ever again. stupidest tension ever #i also think its strange because like. earlier when onestar was written the same way it was foreshadowing for darktail. it makes cents. #not for mistystar though they just gave up LOL

[joelsgreys]

when i’m feeling alone, you remind me of home

Javier Peña x DEA Agent Female Reader

summary: Spending Christmas in Bogotá, Colombia isn’t ideal. Javier knows you’re missing home a little harder than usual, so he comes up with a plan to cheer you up.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. minor deviation from canon timeline (had to make it work), reader is an agent for the DEA, NO AGE SPECIED, NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION, reader understands and speaks spanish but no mention of her race or ethnicity, friends to lovers trope, reader celebrates christmas, reader has a good relationship with her family, minor smoking and alcohol consumption (both reader and javi), reader’s a bit rough around the edges sometimes. fluff, soft javi, he’s a bit of a grinch in the beginning though. switches in pov’s and tenses.

*ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS AT THE END.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: thank you to @hellishjoel for inviting me to join in on this fun project!

12 Days of Pedro Masterlist

Javier Peña doesn’t do Christmas.

He especially doesn’t do Christmas in Bogotá.

He doesn’t see the point even acknowledging it.

There are more important things on his mind.

Capturing Pablo Escobar.

Dismantling the dangerous Medellín Cartel.

Living long enough to tell the fucking tale.

Those were his priorities while in Colombia.

Not decking the halls with boughs of holly.

And yet, there he is, fighting with a string of bright and colorful lights, wishing these things would put themselves on the tree. “Puta madre,” Javi curses underneath his breath as he tries untangling them from around his waist. Somehow, he only makes it worse. He grumbles, “This is fucking ridiculous—it shouldn’t be this fucking hard throwing lights on a goddamn fucking tree—” He pauses, spins around to find where he’d gone wrong and then continues grouching to himself. “Can’t believe people do this fucking shit for fun. Stupidest thing I’ve ever—”

Javi manages to free himself and glances down at his watch to see he’s running out of time—it’s past five now, and unless Messina’s in one of those bad fucking moods of hers and decides to dump some last minute paperwork onto your desk, then you’re going to be walking through the front door soon.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling a deep and frustrated sigh.

He’d been an idiot to decline Connie’s offer to help him when she had dropped off the decorations for him earlier that afternoon.

“You sure you don’t need my help?” she had asked as she handed him the cardboard box overflowing with festive ornaments and tinsel. “I have a couple of more hours before I have to be at the clinic, you know. I can help you set it all up for her, make it all nice and pretty.”

“Thanks, but I’ve got it handled,” he’d replied. “I’m sure it won’t take me too long to put some—is this fucking fruit?” Confused, Javi shifted the box over to his hip, pulling out a string of dried oranges and red cranberries. “Um, what the hell is this for? This supposed to be a snack for me while I decorate?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s a homemade garland.”

“It’s a homemade what now?”

“Garland, Javier. It goes on the tree.”

Amused, he’d raised an eyebrow at her.

“Fruit going back onto the tree? That’s ironic.”

Sighing, Connie rolled her eyes at him once more.

“Last chance. Do you want my help or not, Javi?”

“I appreciate it, but like I said, I’ve got it handled.”

She’d shrugged. “Alright, suit yourself, then.”

Little did he know how he’d regret his decision. It’s a bigger headache than he thought it would be, an incredible waste of valuable time he could’ve been using to hunt down new leads, do the job he came here to do and find Pablo Escobar. Then again, the more he thinks about it, the more Javi realizes this isn’t a waste of his time at all—not really.

Because he’s doing this for you.

Because he knows you love Christmas.

Because he knows you’ve been feeling homesick.

The season you normally adored was bringing you nothing but emptiness this year. There is a void—a hole in your heart that only your family could fill.

“Messina denied my request for time off,” you had told him, taking a drag of his cigarette—you’re not much of a smoker, but he’d learned that tended to change on occasion when you were upset. “Said it isn’t fair to let me go home for Christmas. That I’m not the only one who wants to be with their family. And I get it. I do.” Sighing, you took a second drag and then handed the cigarette back to Javier; he’d put it between his lips, the taste of cherry flavored lip gloss that lingered on the filtered tip prompting a craving stronger than his craving for nicotine. “It was selfish of me to even think of taking time off. I just—I miss spending Christmas in my hometown, you know? Waking up to snow outside my window in the mornings. Building snowmen with my sister, hurling snowballs at my brother. I miss my mother and her cooking. I miss my father and how even at our age, he still insists on pretending to be Santa.”

Laughing, Javier leaned forward on his stool.

You’d asked him to meet you at your usual spot—a quiet lounge bar right around the corner from your apartment. When he walked in and saw the scotch in front of you on the table, he’d known something was wrong. You’re not much of a drinker, either.

“Does he eat the cookies and drink the milk too?”

You nodded, crossing your arms over your chest, a little grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. He tried not to let his gaze longer there too long—he’s just one man. There was only so much strength he could muster to keep fighting the temptation.

“Of course. He takes his role very, very seriously.”

Despite your smile, he’d noticed it right away.

The unmistakable sadness in your eyes.

You were tough as fucking nails.

In this line of work, you had no choice but to be.

But Javier knew your family was your weakness.

His weakness?

His weakness was sitting there in front of him with a crestfallen expression on her pretty face, tracing around the rim of her glass with her finger.

“It’s stupid, isn’t it?” Your voice had thickened, the emotions you’re used to bottling up threatening to boil over.

“Of course not,” he assured you. “There is nothing stupid about wanting to go back home to see your family. There’s nothing stupid about wanting to be with them for the holidays. I promise you that.”

You snorted. “Peña, we’re trying to bring down the most dangerous man in all of South America. Last thing I need to be doing right now is dreaming of a white Christmas. It’s fucking stupid, alright?”

Hesitantly, Javier lifted his hand and placed it over yours—it wasn’t the first time he’d ever held it, not the first time he had shown physical affection, but this was the most vulnerable he had ever seen you and he didn’t want to make things worse. Once he realized it was okay, he brushed the back of it with his thumb softly, soothingly.

“Yo hablaré con Messina, cariño.”

“No hay caso para eso, Javier.”

“Maybe I can convince her to let you go. She’s got me and she’s got Murphy. We’ll handle things here while you head home for a few days, spend a week with your family for Christmas. Doesn’t hurt to try, you know.” Javi squeezed your hand. Knowing just how fucking stubborn you could be, he insisted on it. “Por favor, cielo. Dejame ayudarte con esto. Yo solo quiero verte feliz. Dejame ayudarte.”

You drained the rest of your scotch and swallowed it along with the lump that had climbed it’s way up your throat. Setting the glass back down, you then pulled your hand out from under his and stood up.

“Forget it. I’m here because I have a job to do—we both have a job to do. I’ll get over it, Javier. Always do.”

Before he could say another word, you’d picked up your jacket and purse, making a quick dash for the exit before he could see the stubborn tear slipping out from the corner of your eye and down the side of your face. But he had seen it, and that’s exactly why he knew he had to do something for you.

About an hour later, Javi places a glittering star on top of the white spruce and then takes a couple of steps back, hands on his hips. Cocking his head to the side, he observes the tree and makes sure that he hasn’t left a single spot bare. He decides to add more gold tinsel until he feels oddly satisfied—and once he is, he pulls out his pocket knife, using it to open the small sized box he had brought with him; two different addresses were scribbled on the side of it in your mother’s handwriting, his apartment’s address the destination, her address the return.

“I wrapped it well,” she’d said over the phone. “It’s her most prized possession, so I really hope it gets to you in one piece or she’s going to kill us both.”

Javier slowly unwraps the object inside and feels a wave of complete and utter relief wash over him to see it made it through customs without breaking.

He squints, taking a better look at the ornament.

The little blonde ballerina is made of porcelain and holds a nutcracker soldier in her arms—the skirt of her dress is white lace embroidered with teeny red rosettes that perfectly match the blush painted on her cheeks and the color of the bow in her hair.

“It’s Clara,” your mother had explained to him.

“Who?” he’d asked, stupidly.

“Clara. You know, from The Nutcracker?”

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” he’d fibbed. “Clara. Got it.”

He had no clue what she had been talking about—but if it’s special to you, then it’s special to him.

Carefully, Javi hangs it on tree just as he hears the front door open and then slam shut so hard that it causes the paper thin walls of your unit to rattle.

“Peña!” you shout loudly. “You fucking asshole!”

Lip rolling between his teeth, he stifles a laugh.

You must have seen his Wrangler parked outside.

Grinning, Javier steps out into the hallway to greet you. “Hola, hermosa. Bienvenida a casa.”

“So, let me get this straight,” you say, tossing your purse and unit keys onto a nearby table. “You offer to give me ride to and from work but then proceed to ditch me and leave work three hours early—you leave me with no other fucking choice but to call a cab to bring me home and when he drops me off, I see your fucking car outside of my apartment?”

Rubbing his chin, he hums, “Sounds about right.”

You approach him, your hands curled into fists.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Javier?”

Javi’s quick to hold up his own hands in defense.

He won’t put it past you to knock him out—he and Murphy have seen you bring down men twice your size before without a weapon. Neither of them can decide if it’s hot as hell or downright terrifying.

“Okay, put those away and let me explain,” he tells you, shaking his head. “I’m really sorry I did that to you, but I did it for a reason.”

You scoff, “Well, if that reason was to piss me off, I have some news for you—it fucking worked.”

“That wasn’t the reason. Not this time, anyway.”

Chuckling, Javier extends a hand, holding it out to you.

You peer at it. “What are you doing, Peña?”

“Ven conmigo, cielo. Tengo una sorpresa para ti.”

Suspiciously, you ask him, “What did you do?”

He laughs again. He knew it wouldn’t make it easy for him. “You do know how surprises work, right?”

You lift your chin. “I do and I don’t like surprises.”

“I know you don’t, but I think you’ll like this one.”

Javi continues to hold out his hand and waits.

He’s just as stubborn as you are, if not more.

“We can stand here all fucking night, corazón.”

Sighing in defeat, you place your hand in his, heart skipping a beat when he smiles and laces together your fingers with his own.

“Cierra tus ojos.”

“Javier, I don’t want—”

He quickly cuts you off. “Do you trust me?”

Of course. Hell, you trusted him with your life.

And not just because it’s a job requirement.

Huffing, you do as he says and close your eyes.

“Good.” Javier places his other hand on your waist and his fingers brush against the patch of smooth, soft skin peeking out from between the waistband of your jeans and the hem of your blouse. Ignoring his burning desire to feel more of you, he leads the way into the living room and positions you in front of the tree. Without dropping your hand, he moves to stand directly behind you, chest pressed lightly against your back.“Puedes abrir tus ojos, bonita.”

“Look Peña, I don’t know what you’re up to but—”

Your own startled gasp cuts you off mid sentence.

Squeezing your hand, he leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear and you can feel his grin as he whispers, “Sorpresa, preciosa. Tienes un arbol de Navidad. Qué tal te parece?”

You open your mouth to speak, then clamp it shut.

His surprise had left you speechless.

Pleased with himself, Javi nudges you towards the tree and then drops his hands down at his sides as he watches you gingerly touch the needles.

Closing your eyes, you inhale deeply, the delicious, woodsy smell of pine reminding you of your family and how you’d all pile into your father’s old pickup truck and head to the Christmas Tree Farm to find the perfect white spruce to take home. Your father took great care in the picking process—he wanted the tallest, fluffiest, most fragrant tree. “Need this place to smell like the farm!” he’d boom. You smile and can’t help but to think he’d approve of Javi—if not because of what he had done for you, then the choice in tree would be enough to win him over.

“Do you like it?” he asks, softly.

You open your eyes and whirl around. “Javi, I can’t believe you did this,” you say, breathlessly. Smiling brighter than the lights on the Christmas tree, you throw your arms around him. “I love it so much!”

He savors the embrace—and wonders if you know just how perfectly you fit right in his arms.

“There’s one more surprise,” Javier informs you as he spins you around to look at the tree once again. “Do you see it?”

“See what?” Peering at the tree, you frown. “What am I supposed to be looking for—wait a second, is that—is that Clara?” Your hand flies to your mouth and you look up at him in complete shock. “That’s the ornament my grandmother made for me when I was a baby! I’ve had her since my first Christmas. How did you—?”

“Santa no cuenta sus secretos.” Javi grins, pulling you closer against his side. “But if you must know, your mom sent it to me,” he confesses. “Actually, I have to be honest—this whole thing was her idea.”

Perplexed, you ask, “This was my mom’s idea?”

“I know you’ve been having a hard time being here during the holidays instead of with your family,” he says. “I called her up a couple of weeks ago, asked her what I could do for you. We started talking and came up with this.” He shrugs and touches a hand to the back of his neck, sheepishly. “I know it’s not the same as going home. But I thought it might be nice to bring a little piece of home here to you.”

Warmth blossoms inside of your chest as you turn to face him. You place a hand on his chest. “Javi?”

Nervously, his throat bobs. “Yeah?”

“Why did you do this for me?”

Javier lifts his hand and tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. “I told you. I just want to see you happy.”

“But why?”

You know why.

But you need to hear him say it.

You need to hear it from his own mouth.

Javi’s hand moves to cup the side of your face. “Is it not obvious?” he murmurs as he grazes the silky soft skin over your cheekbone. “Tú bien sabes qué yo siento algo por ti, hermosa. Aunque no sientas igual.”

“How do you know I don’t feel the same for you?”

“Do you?” His thumb sweeps your bottom lip. “Do you feel the same for me?”

Your hand curls around his red plaid flannel.

“I shouldn’t,” you admit. “We’re work partners.”

He feigns offense. “Ouch. And here I was, thinking we were friends.” He now takes your chin between his index finger and his thumb. Licking his lips, his eyes meet yours. “Breaking my heart, baby.”

Your breath audibly catches. “We are friends—and it scares me to put our friendship on the line.”

“But?” he prompts as he tilts your head up toward his. His opposite hand finds your hip and pulls you closer to him.

“But when you do things like this—it’s hard for me not to fucking fall in love with you, Peña.” You drag your hand down his chest, your fingers relishing in the softness of his flannel. “It’s so fucking hard for me not to fall in love with somebody who feels like home.”

Javier’s chuckles softly.

“For the record, this wasn’t a ploy to get you to fall in love with me, corazón. But if it worked—” Javier pauses, dropping his hand from your face. “Then I guess it’s worth pulling this thing out.”

He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans.

“Javi, what the hell are you—?”

He grins, holding the mistletoe above your heads.

“Connie said this might come in handy.”

Your eyes flicker to his lips, then meet his gaze.

“Ven aqui, Peña.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull Javi in and crash your mouth against his. You brush his bottom lip with your tongue and he grants you the access you’re looking for. He tastes like spearmint and scotch, and something else too.

He tastes like yours.

And he feels like home.

diver credit to @saradika-graphics ❤️

Translations

Yo hablaré con Messina, cariño. - I’ll talk to Messina, darling.

No hay caso para eso, Javier. - There’s no point, Javier.

Dejame ayudarte con esto. Yo solo quiero verte feliz. - Let me help you with this. I just want to see you happy.

Ven conmigo, cielo. Tengo una sorpresa para ti. - Come with me, I have a surprise for you.

Cierra tus ojos. - Close your eyes.

Puedes abrir tus ojos, bonita. - You can open your eyes, pretty girl.

Sorpresa, preciosa. Tienes un arbol de Navidad. Qué tal te parch? - Surprise, precious girl. You have a Christmas tree. What do you think?

Santa no cuenta sus secretos. - Santa doesn’t tell his secrets.

Tú bien sabes qué yo siento algo por ti, hermosa. Aunque no sientes igual. - You know all too well I have feelings for you. Even if you don’t feel the same.

Ven aqui, Peña. - Come here, Peña.

#javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier peña x female reader #javier peña x you #javier peña fanfiction #javier peña fluff #narcos fanfiction #javier peña one shot #javier peña drabble #12 days of pedro

[sky-kiss]

Raphael x Tav: Coffee Shop AU Pt. 2

A/N: Continuing from this, because someone wanted Raphael's POV and I wanted to goof off instead of writing serious things.

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She’s a Barista. How Did it Come to This?

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As a professor of the English language and literature on the whole, Raphael has no small amount of experience when it comes to divining an author’s intent and reading subtext. Years of honing these talents allow him to translate Haarlep’s intended message: ask the barista out. 

What he actually says is, “It’s been seven months, old man, is this a joke? Skip dinner and fuck the poor thing sideways.” Which is uncouth, uncivil, and utterly par for the course for the younger man. 

“Why are you here?”

Haarlep shrugs. He’s currently sprawled out across the only sofa in the teacher’s lounge, both monopolizing the space and looking too cramped on the loveseat. Korilla rolls her eyes, leaning over his feet to pluck another paper from the pile. The University has afforded him two assistants this semester. Only one is pulling their weight. But Haarlep’s is not without use. Between himself and his assistant, he has never seen: 

Such positive class reviews. 

So many female students with a vested interest in classical literature. 

It’s frankly uncanny. 

“You’d be happier for taking my advice.” 

“Not everyone is playing ‘catch the venereal' disease, Haarlep,” Korilla mutters. Haarlep shoots her a look. Something unspoken passes between them. In the absence of words (and Korilla’s repentance), Haarlep digs their heel into her thigh before sitting up. 

“Oh, take me with you. One evening, Raphael. That's all I need. And you and your sweet barista will be happy little lambs.” 

“Aren’t you busy?” Raphael eyes the essays. 

Haarlep waves him off. “Unimportant. I hate to see you so solemn, dear. Please.” 

And unfortunately, there’s no denying Haarlep anything once they’re in full flow. Gods save them all. 

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Fifteen minutes into the drive, he insists on silence. Raphael is always one for a good discussion, but Haarlep is a peculiar breed. He whiplashes from topic to topic with an alacrity most find disorienting and asserts opinions so occasionally outlandish that Raphael wonders if he believes them. The smirk says he doesn’t; half of what they do is for their amusement, the little shit. 

“You must like her,” Haarlep mutters. “The cafe might as well be in a different city.” 

“Don’t be so dramatic. We’re half an hour from campus.” 

“Mmm.” 

He doesn’t like that sound one bit. Or the look his assistant is giving him. Raphael grumbles, motioning for the younger man to go ahead of him. The bell on the door chimes when they step inside, and he’s overcome with that feeling of peace.

Tav’s shop smells equal parts coffee shop and bookstore, the slightly spicy scent of old paper lingering on the air. He associates the smell with snowy mornings spent indoors, curled beneath his covers, safe and comfortable. There are seating areas and tables, yes, indicative of any metropolitan cafe. It’s the books he fell in love with. Shelves and shelves of books, of all genres and ages. You were as likely to find a history of naval battles as you were an airport bestseller or romance. 

Haarlep pulls a face. “It smells like a library.” 

“That will be the books, you troglodyte.” 

They accept the gibe gamely enough, stuffing their hands in their pockets. Haarlep scans the place with their frankly unsettling, at times preternatural, gaze, weighing every barista. They linger on Tav. “That one?” 

“How…” 

“Raphael, you are aware of what attraction looks like, yes? Do you have some cursory awareness? That girl looked at you with the stupidest doe-eyes when you walked in. It made me a little upset. Or nauseous.” He waved a hand. “Hard to say which.” 

“Your dramatics are noted, Haarlep. Find a book. I’ll order for us.” 

“Oh, good. More reading.” 

He is very aware of Haarlep’s eyes on him as he approaches the counter. It pales in comparison to the roiling feeling in his gut. The voice in his head (sounding too much like his father) screams every time he gets close. She’s too young; they’re from different worlds. She won’t look at him. If she’s polite, it’s because she’s paid to be polite, Raphael. Tav smiles at him; the expression lights up the entirety of her face. He thinks, in that moment, that she is one of the most singularly lovely creatures he’s seen. 

“Raphael!” She uses his name. Tav leans forward on the counter, beckoning him nearer. Her little friends behind the counter share a look among themselves, snickering. “I took your advice.” She points to a shelf on the left side of the store. He recognizes the book: one of his recommendations. “You were right. I couldn’t put it down. I figured others might enjoy it too. If you have any more suggestions…” 

“Of course. Of course! It’s…very nearly my profession!” 

“Isn’t that your profession?” 

He smirks, dipping into a half bow. “Among other things. You’ll find me a font of philosophy and tired rhetoric. Should it ever strike your fancy.” 

“Mmm. You do know how to sweet talk a girl.”

He thinks he hears Haarlep groan from across the cafe. Tav is looking at him, and the weight of that stare leaves him parched or hungry. Raphael clears his throat. “May I ask how you found the ending?” 

“Why doesn’t she explain it to you,” Shadowheart says, sliding a coffee to him. “Over dinner? Say six?” 

Haarlep winds an arm around his waist, resting their chin on his shoulder. “Six is perfect, my beauty. He can’t wait. Italian?” 

“Her absolute favorite. Passatempo?” 

Haarlep reaches out to shake the she-elf’s hand. “He’s never been. But he’s so eager to try.” 

It is, perhaps, the most surreal way he’s ever gotten a date. Tav stares at him in sputtering horror, her face a vibrant red. Raphael saves her, writing his number on one of the cafe’s business cards. He hands it to her. “My number. I look forward to our…” 

“...date.” She finishes, so conclusively, so resolutely, that he laughs. 

“Yes. Of course.” 

#bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #shadowheart #haarlep #au: coffee shop #my writing #got that idiot brain #got everyone a job at Raphael's university #someone save me #its terrible #fluff #horrible tooth rotting fluff #remind me to kill them or something next fic

[blossomwritesthings]

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pairing: felix x fem!reader (afab)

genre: nonidol!felix. softboy!felix // harddom!felix. estranged relationship. angst. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. this one has got some angst in it. mentions of estrangement/tension in the relationship. smut warnings below cut!! 

word count: 4.3k

summary: in all of the time that you've dated him, felix has never dropped the innocent, flower boy persona that he's known for. but perhaps, you'll finally be the one to crack him open to show who he truly is underneath all of the softness and glitter.

18+ warnings: unprotected sex (keep it safe, my friends). angry sex. soft boy felix turned bad boy. harddom!felix. sub!reader. fingering. breast/nipple play. dom/sub undertones. degradation (slut, whore, bitch, dumb, etc.). ass spanking. manhandling kink. humiliation. dirty thoughts/fantasies. hair pulling. choking. dumbification. dacryphilia kink. ownership/possession. cum play. felix edges reader. overstimulation. controlling felix. lots of dirty talk. breeding kink!!. subspace. loud sex.

a/n: this idea just randomly popped into my head last night and I had to write it down before I went back to work tmrw so... here we are haha! 😂 I've always wanted to write a harddom!felix piece, and I'm really happy with the way this one turned out. like- I can appreciate a soft and flower boy lix, but sometimes, a hoe just needs some MANHANDLING in her life!!! 🥵

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“I don’t know what you want from me, Y/N,” Felix said, throwing his hands up in the air in a defeated way. His entire face was covered in shadows, dark brown eyes flashing with strife as he ran a few frantic fingers through his sandy blonde hair. “I’m trying- I am, but you’re making this incredibly difficult.” 

 You just stood there, near the kitchen counter, too stunned to speak. 

 It had been a long day. 

 A long week. 

 A long month, for that matter. 

The two of you had been trying to cook dinner together, but the night had resulted in the two of you getting into an argument on the stupidest of things. But you knew why the two of you were fighting. And he knew too. 

 Tensions had been rising between you for quite a while. 

 More often than not, you’d get into small arguments throughout the week. But mostly, it was always you who lost your cool. 

 But you couldn’t believe him - couldn’t believe that he was truly so clueless as to why you were so upset in the first place. 

 “You don’t even understand why I’m mad.” Is all you could say, just shaking your head in disappointment as your eyes scanned his face. The familiar sight of his angelic-like features pulled at your heartstrings, but at that moment, just looking at them turned your stomach sickeningly. 

 “No, I don’t think I do. And I’d love to be enlightened.” His voice was stern, with not a hint of softness to it. The quiet and serene way that you were used to him talking was completely wiped away, replaced with a tired and fed-up Felix. 

 Clenching your fists at either of your sides, you felt your sharp nails dig into the flesh of your palms. “You’re too- too fucking nice all of the time.” You finally blurted out, cheeks starting to burn with the fury that was steadily rising in your very being. 

 Felix’s expression turned dumbfounded, as he stared on at you with slightly parted lips, shady eyes widening in surprise. “What?” 

 “You’re too good- Felix. You’re always forgiving, always kind, always understanding. Maybe I should count my blessings that you’re just that type- that you’re such a nice guy,” you began, voice low as the feelings started to pour out of you. As all the warring emotions that had been swimming deep inside of you for so long were finally being brought to light. “And call me masochistic, but sometimes, I just want to fight with you… want you to get angry, to react to me. But you don’t, you just… take everything in stride, and the less you do, the more it makes me crazy.” 

 You couldn’t believe you were confessing everything to him. You had been bottling up all of your thoughts for so long, it felt foreign to finally spill them out in front of the both of you. Leave them out in the open, free to be judged and assessed by your boyfriend. 

 At first, you liked his kindness. You liked his warm heart and his gentle persona. 

 But the longer you loved him, the more you realized that it just… wasn’t enough. 

 You, with your sharp jabs. And him, with his soft edges. 

 It was like two worlds, constantly clashing together to meet at the center of a dangerous, unfamiliar storm. 

 Most of the time, you ignored the urges - you ignored the way you wanted him to react in some other way than coy smiles and shy laughs. He was a sweet man. But you were starting to realize that the sweet was becoming too cloying - it was too strong for you, and you finally cracked beneath the sugariness of it all. 

 On countless occasions, he’d bring you breakfast in bed the morning after you had been out clubbing the night before. You’d make a colossal mess of things at the huge parties, getting upset at everything and everyone in your drunken state. Only to have him come in and save you from it all, carrying you away and back home to your shared apartment. 

 And the next day, as he sat there in bed with you, watching as you chewed on the baked goods he had made for you, he’d act as if nothing had ever happened. Like you making a scene at the local club wasn’t a big deal and it didn’t anger him in the least bit that you were out so late at night without him. 

 Every time he made you such a comforting meal so early on a weekend morning, it only made you more furious at him. 

 Because you wanted him to react. 

 You wanted him to get angry at you, for blatantly ignoring your well-being and safety. 

 You wanted him to punish you, irrevocably. In more ways than one. 

 But instead, he brushed soft fingers through your hair, offering up quiet words of ease. Instead, he’d sit there and watch you eat until you were done - making sure you got enough food and water into your system. 

 “So, what, you want me to be an angry, abusive asshole to you all of the time?” Felix asked, tone incredulous and rising a bit in his irritation. And good, you wanted him to be mad. You wanted to finally get a rise out of him. “I seriously don’t understand what you’re saying right now- do you want me to treat you like shit all of the time?” 

 “No!” You finally shouted, the tears starting to prick at the edges of your eyes, making things go fuzzy around the edges. Felix was standing nearby, in the dining room, while you were still there in the kitchen, clutching onto the marble countertop for dear life. “I just- I just want you to stop being so nice all of the time. You- you hug me when I-”

 Felix was moving then, rounding the kitchen island and trying to draw close to you. He reached out with an arm, wanting to hold onto you. But you pulled away from him, backing up a few steps with your heart pounding in your chest and the breath catching in your dry throat. 

 “What is it that you truly want, angel?” His voice was quiet again. Like how it always got when you were yelling at him and he was preparing to not yell back at you. 

 And the realization that he wasn’t going to get angry at you - like how he always did during most of your arguments - just heightened your fury. Suddenly, you were seeing so much crimson in your rage. It blurred his face, painting his slim figure in a blurb of silky brushstrokes. 

 “I- I want you to kiss me - make me lose my breath - instead of hugging me and telling me sweet things!” You burst out, a shudder running down the length of your spine as you finally told him one of your deepest longings. 

 You were like a column of fire. Always burning brightly, red, and wanting so much passion. Whereas, he was a cool vat of water. Soothing and gentle, calculated with his movements and words. 

 But you didn’t want that anymore. 

 You couldn’t put up with it any longer. You had already tolerated it for so long… 

 The lazy days in his arms, the nice sentiments from his lips, the gentle love-making. 

 When in reality, you wanted him to take control of everything. Wanted him to guide you in all ways, demeaningly. Wanted him to lay claim to you in every possible way. 

 You saw the look in his eyes as the words fell from your lips then. The way they swam with uncertainty, his jaw ticking as he processed everything. 

 “Just forget it,” you said, already shaking off the growing argument and beginning to back away from him further. The fight was rapidly leaking out of your soul, draining you into a weak pile of hurt and raw emotions. “It’s stupid anyway…” 

 As you fled from the kitchen and neared the dining room, you heard footsteps pound on the wooden floor behind you. Trying to ignore it all, you rounded the modestly-sized table that you and Felix frequently ate at during the week. 

 Then, a hand was grabbing hold of your wrist. Fingers digging into your flesh, and forcefully spinning your body around. Pushing you back so that your ass hit the edge of the dining table. 

 Felix was upon you in an instant, practically breathing fire down on you. His face was but a few mere centimeters from yours, so close, yet not close enough. He gaped down at you, gaze stormy and lips squeezed into a firm line. 

 He was the opposite of how you had always seen him - how you had always known him as. Almost like, a switch had suddenly been flipped and what was now before you was a Lee Felix that you had yet to discover. 

 “I can be so mean to you if that’s what you want,” he whispered, voice low as death and gravelly. You swallowed around the lump that was beginning to form in your throat, heart beating against your ribcage as he leaned into your further, mouth nearing your jawline but not touching your skin. “You want me to stop being all soft and nice? Stop calling you by sweet names?” His lips neared the shell of your ear, his warm breath fanning against the exposed skin of your neck. “You want me to call you filthy things? React to you with punishments? So be it, you dirty little slut.” 

 His teeth caught onto your earlobe, biting down and tautening the air right out of your lungs. His hands were moving so fast, you had no time to react as they gripped at your hips and hoisted you up onto the dining room table. Then his fingers were imprinting into the flesh at your waist, tearing down your panties in one swift movement and throwing them off to the side as he pushed up the front of your bright-blue flowered sundress. 

 “F-Felix,” you gasped out, too shocked by the sudden change in his demeanor to say anything else. You were still sitting up on the table, fingers plowing into his blonde locks as he regarded your naked core desire in his eyes. 

 “Is this what you want? What you’ve fantasized about for so long?” He growled, one hand gripping your waist while the other trailed in between your legs. When the tips of his fingers discovered your soaked core, he shook his head in disbelief, tsking in a mocking way that caused you to squirm under his hold. “Look at you- already dripping wet just from the names alone… didn’t know you were such a whore, hmm?”

 When he skirted his thumb up your slit, your eyes squeezed shut, the pleasure unlike anything you had ever felt before already starting to take over your mind. Blurring your senses, making you sensitive in all the right ways. Through your dizziness, you could feel his thumb draw circles around your puffy clit, before he was dipping a practiced finger into your heat.

 “Shit, you’re so tight, gonna have to fuck this little hole right open with my cock…” His voice trailed off, and your eyes were yanked open as soon as he curled his finger, plowing into that warm, gooey spot inside of you. When he added another finger, and another, pumping in and out at a heated pace, the moans steadily began to fall from your lips. “You like that, yeah? Getting full on my fingers- bet you’d like it even more when you’re stuffed to the brim with my cum, since you’re such a cumslut for me.” 

 You choked on a sob, throwing your head back at the way he moved his hand, thumb digging into your inflamed clit while pressing into the warmth between your pussy lips. Mouth falling open, you felt the blood rush through your system like a crazed tidal wave, casting stars across your vision as he thrust his slim fingers between your throbbing walls. You merely shook beneath his hold, already nearing the brink of release. 

 It was when you felt the hand slip out between your legs, traveling up your body, that your eyes were torn open. Then, in a single beat, two strong hands were fitting around your neck, squeezing the flesh there. 

 You breathed out shakily through your nose, eyes widening at the way he stared down at you. His gaze dimmed to blackness, shadows dancing across his cheekbones. “Answer me, kitten,” he commanded in that deep voice of his, causing a fit of quivers to move across your skin. “Are you such a whore that you’d let me use you? Use you like my own personal plaything- fuck into you until you can’t walk or talk?” 

 You were nodding your head before you even understood what he was truly saying, already falling into that murky headspace once again as his fingers pressed down on your windpipes. Constricting the airflow, making you delightfully lightheaded. “Y-Yes, wanna be yours so much, make me yours, please.” You whined in a wavering voice, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the pressure around your neck.

 Felix lifted his hands away from your neck, shoving his lips on your mouth, tongue roughly swiping around yours. He bit down on your bottom lip, pulling out a strangled moan from you. Then his head and hands were moving in tandem, stripping you of your dress and bralette while beginning to pepper kisses down the column of your neck. 

 Your fingers dug into his scalp, pulling at the blonde roots there as he bit into your skin, leaving purple and red marks everywhere his mouth touched. Then his mouth was hovering over one of your breasts, hot breath washing across your skin and shooting goosebumps on every part of you that he neared. 

 “No wonder why you’ve been such a bitch lately,” he chuckled darkly, hands coming around your hips and leaving faint imprints on the skin there. “You wanted to get ruined, huh? Wanted to get fucked over so bad by my cock alone…” Then his tongue was darting out, dragging kitten licks across your breast.

 You pressed his face close to your chest as he lapped at your skin, teeth taking hold of your pebbled nipple and biting down. A scream fled from deep inside of you, and you squirmed in his strong hold as his tongue swiped at your skin again and again, teeth edging you ever so slowly.

 “W-Wanted this so fucking much,” you mewled out, eyes forced open and watching the way his lips molded around your skin. So perfectly, so sensually. “I… I need you, Felix…” 

 But you had said something similar to him many times before, on the days when the two of you would make out or make love late into the night. However, this time was different. This time, you were asking him to have his way with you, to take hold of you, like you had always wanted him to do. 

 At that, he dragged away from your nipple, a faint popping sound dancing across the room as his tongue left your skin. A faded trail of cool, wet saliva was shining around your bud in the wake of his torture. “Well, if you hadn’t been such an ornery little slut and had actually fucking talked to me, perhaps my cock would’ve been stuffed in your pussy tonight, instead of having us arguing for the past hour.” He grunted, staring down at you with those ferocious eyes, lips already puffed from all of the kisses. 

 “Well, if you hadn’t been so oblivious to my hints, then maybe we wouldn’t have had to fight in the first place.” You muttered in a weak voice as Felix shoved you off the edge of the table, turning you around and bending you over the flat wooden top. 

 “Oh, shut the fuck up,” he said, tone thick with arousal and mirth as he landed a blow across the bare expanse of your right asscheek, making you jump in shock. “Last time I checked, fucktoys don’t talk back.” He gave your other cheek another harsh slap, drawing a squeak out of you. 

 You leaned forward then, bracing both hands around the edges of the table and waiting for him while you heard shuffling behind you as he shucked off his jeans. You stared down at the line of the cherry wood, brain fuzzy with so much arousal and heat. The two of you had never fucked on a table, in all of the years that you had been dating. No- usually, the sex consisted of long, drawn-out nights in bed, with sweet words flooding from his lips and quiet whines falling from yours. 

 Felix grabbed at your thighs, pushing your legs open and slotting himself against your heat. He dragged the tip of his cock across your folds, the swollen thing catching onto your inflamed nub and forcing your head to fall between your arched shoulder blades in agony.

 When he finally slammed into you, everything around you burst into a bright crimson light. Redness flooded every part of the room, as you honed in on the way his rigid cock felt between your walls. As your rapid breaths matched the way he steadily began to move inside of you. 

 You felt a hand snake up the length of your spine just before fingers were threading into your hair. He tugged your head up and back, forcing you to bend slightly backward and face him as he hit into you with a crazed pace. 

 “Want you to scream for me, you dumb bitch,” he barked in a loud, strangled voice just as his dick hit a newfound spot inside of you, washing everything in blue sparkling stars. “Let all of the neighbors know how much you love my cock- how good I’m making you feel, how much of a useless cumwhore you are for me.” 

 At his commands, the moans were flooding from your lips unbidden. You peered up into his eyes, never breaking the contact there as his long, hard cock reached new places in your throbbing cunt that you had never discovered before. And when the curved tip of it hit that melty spot inside of you, the screams were coming out of you in choked gasps. 

 “That’s it…” He mused darkly, smirking at you in a demeaning kind of way. His one hand yanked at your roots, forcing tears to cloud the rims of your eyes while his other hand was busy between your legs, shoving into your puffed clit as his cock thrust in and out of your cunt at a relentless pace. “I want everyone to know that you’re mine- that this pussy is mine. Gonna fuck you so full of my cum you won’t be able to think after I’m finished with you.” 

 “Y-Yeah… I’m yours, you own me.” You wailed out, eyes screwing shut at the feeling of your high quickly approaching. Your walls fluttered around his cock, just aching to find some kind of release. Then his nails were digging into your scalp, thumb rubbing abusing figure-eights around your swollen clit. And just like that, you were tipping over the edge. “Want you to fill me up, please- please Lix!” 

 He seemed to like the begging on your part, as he pounded into your cunt with a newfound vigor. The light dimmed in the corners of your vision, as you fell over the cliffside of pure bliss. The blaze rippled through your veins, setting flame to everything in its path. You could feel Felix shutter inside of you, as he chased his own high like a rabid dog. You were reduced to but a mere pile of shaking limbs, heart pounding in your ears. 

 “Fuck! You fit me so well!” He shouted, gruff voice ringing out across the expanse of your apartment. The only sound that could be heard was from the two of you - with his hips slapping against your ass, cock fitting into your tight wetness. “This fucking hole- damn it, you’re so tight! Gonna fuck you so good with my cum.” 

 The explosiveness of his sudden orgasm only made your high that much sweeter, as he rode it out, coating your insides in stark white and filling you to the brim with his sweet, warm seed. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull at the feeling of his shivering cock inside of you, and when he leaned down into you, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the side of your exposed neck, your heartbeat fluttered in your chest. He rutted against you, fucking his essence deep between your walls. 

 When your heart began to slow down, and the red starriness started to fade from your mind, you found your words again - since the only thing that had fallen from your lips for the last few minutes had been an endless string of moans and cries. “That’s what I’ve always wanted, Lix. For you to just… let go of that good boy image, just for a little bit.”

 You cracked your eyes open only to be met with a smirking Felix. He was staring down at you again, cheeks flushed red and lips but a mere smudge of inflated desire. “You know why I never allowed you to see that side of me, even after all of these years that we’ve been together?” He asked, a slim fingertip coming underneath your chin and drawing across the bone there as you shook your head ‘no’ in reply. “I was too worried that I’d scare you off- I was always under the impression that you liked the softness. That you liked the nice persona.” 

 Felix slipped out of you then, and the absence of his veiny girth being lodged deep inside of you made you a little cock-hungry for him all over again. The sound of the tip of him sliding out of you made a wet pop dance around your ears, since your pussy had had such a strong grip on him. 

 Nonetheless, you managed to get control of your urges and turned around to face him fully. You ran two hands up his chest. He was still clad in his oversized butter-yellow t-shirt, the one he always wore when the two of you were having a relaxing day at home on the weekend. 

 “I do like the bright side of you,” you said in a quiet voice, hands coming around his neck and bringing his face close to yours. “But I also like the dark side. You can have a mixture of both, yeah? Be a ray of sunshine when we’re outside, and inside… well, that’s up to you, I guess.”

 “Really?” His eyes illuminated at your words, a sly grin already spreading across his mouth. He pulled your bare waist near him, and you could already feel the growing hardness there. “You’re gonna leave such power in my hands?”

 You nodded slowly, leaning into him and giving his red, shiny lips a few delicate pecks. You were being completely honest with him. It’s not that you didn’t like his innocent, boyish side. You did, at certain times. But other times, you wanted him to act his age - wanted him to throw you around at home, both physically and mentally.

 “Then I already know what I wanna do next…” His voice trailed off, as he quickly grabbed onto your hips, wrapping your bare legs around his waist just before he was taking off from the kitchen.

 “Felix, what are you doing?” You laughed, playfully hitting his shoulder as he made his way into the bedroom with you in his arms. 

 He stopped in front of your bed, throwing you atop the soft mattress like you were a fucking rag doll. He shrugged as he stared down at you, the lust already beginning to fill his eyes once more. “You said I have free reign at home, right?” 

 You swallowed, once, having to force down the moan that threatened to flood out of you at the way he was looking at you with so much intensity. You could already feel the tension building in the room again, your wetness mixing with his drying seed and coating your thighs once more. 

 All you could do was nod in agreement, waiting and watching in silence, as Felix reached behind his back and ripped off his shirt, casting it off to the side. The only light source in the room came from the ajar bedroom door, where the warm, cozy kitchen lights were still shining illustriously. His sculpted abs shined in the faint glow of the bedroom, his chest rising and falling, pretty pink nipples catching your attention as he stood there in bated silence.

 “Then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t breathe.” His voice ground out, ringing across your ears and sending a zap of energy right to your core. 

 He was upon you in the next beat, already jerking your legs wide open and sliding his body between yours. He stopped just as his face neared your dripping heat, smirking up at you with dark eyes. 

 “You’re a true, absolute menace, you know that?” You muttered in a strangled tone, watching with halted breath as his tongue darted out between his swollen lips. 

 Felix dragged the tip of it across your inner thigh, leaving a wet trail of saliva and fire in the wake of his touch. “Yeah, but you fucking love me for it.” He taunted in a lilting voice. Giving you no time to prepare then, as that perfect, red tongue of his came upon your mound, licking a long, wet stripe up the length of your cunt.

 And your head fell atop the fluffy downy pillows, as your body all but melted into his touch. As your mind was flooded with thoughts of nothing but him - of how he knew you so well, of how he could pleasure you so well. 

 In the end, he reacted the exact way you had wanted him to. And it felt really fucking good to win such a long, and arduous battle. To have him taking action, in the way that you had always dreamed of. 

Fin.

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Beds

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: While sharing a hotel room with Reader, Bucky has a nightmare.

A/N: Surprise. Bet y’all didn’t expect a fic from me. How longs it been? Too long. Anyways, I’m rewriting one of my old fics, or more so taking the same concept but doing it more in character. Also I think this is the first time I’ve written something where we don’t see Bucky’s pov, so I think that’s kinda fun. Btw I’m rusty so don’t judge me if it shows. Also I think this is gender neutral but I’m not sure?

Warnings: language, sexual references, nightmares, ptsd, panic attack (not too intense), allusions to some hydra stuff but nothing graphic, hurt/comfort, frenemies to lovers, Bucky is moody, the one bed trope™️, no use of “y/n”, kinda sappy

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A loud sigh came from the left of you just before the elevator dinged and the metal doors creaked open. You ignored him, you chose not to engage in his passive aggressiveness. You weren’t going to accept the invitation of a petty rant hiding behind that sigh.

You walked down the hallway with Bucky stalking behind you, like an angry pitbull trailing after its owner.

“I don’t even know why we got a fucking hotel in the first place.” Bucky grumbled, and you could practically feel the weight of his eye roll, even though you couldn't see it.

“Here we go.” You muttered under your breath. “What did you want? A safe house? It’s not like we’re on some high stakes, undercover op. Anything more than a hotel would be excessive.”

“Anything more woulda had better sleeping options.” He whined. “Coulda at least got us separate rooms.”

“My god, give it a rest Bucky, you’ve been complaining all day about this.” You we’re exasperated, it was about the third time you’d heard him gripe that day.

“Well, I’m not a fan. Us sharing is the stupidest fucking idea Sam’s ever had.”

“Bitching about it isn’t gonna change anything. And, it’s not like we have to sleep together or anything, I’ll be in a whole different bed.” You said, unlocking the room door. You had been looking forward to chilling out and resting, but as soon as you entered the room, you realized that your night would be anything but restful.

“Fuck.” You laughed, humorlessly, knowing you were about to hear an endless rant. “I take that back, there isn’t different beds.”

Surprisingly that rant didn’t come. Bucky weirdly seemed calmer than he had before and merely shrugged. “‘S fine. I’ll take the floor.”

“Well, one of us can try the couch?”

“That thing could fit a toddler at best.” He gestured towards the small leather love seat as if it was the most ridiculous suggestion he had ever heard, and in all honesty, he had a point.

You pinched the skin between your eyebrows. “Sam said he booked a two person room.”

He shrugged again and then blankly said. “This is why he shoulda booked separate rooms.”

“My god Bucky, I’m not that bad of a roommate. I don’t snore, I don’t sleep walk, and it’s not like I’m gonna kill you in your sleep. It’s one fucking night. Just-“ You took a deep breath and tried to mellow out. “You can have the bed.”

“No, you can have it.”

“You’re obviously more tore up about this than me, so it’s yours. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“No.” He refused, his eyes held an odd stubbornness. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“I literally don’t care, I’ve done it a million times. Plus, your grumpy ass probably needs some good sleep.” You half teased, trying to do the nice thing. You unzipped your bag and pulled your belongings out. “I’m gonna go change clothes.”

When you came back from the bathroom, Bucky was already in his boxers and a T-shirt, positioning a pillow and blanket on the floor.

“I told you the bed was yours.”

“Okay, and?”

“Why are you getting down there?“

“Why the fuck are you arguing?”

“Because you’re all pissy about this whole situation, so I’m trying to make your life easier and give you the bed.” You didn’t understand his defiance and odd aversion to the thing he’d been complaining about restlessly: the better sleeping option.

“I don’t want the goddamn bed, just shut the fuck up about it!” Bucky snapped. His outburst caught you off guard, he acted as if you had been purposefully pushing his buttons.

“Damn, fine.” You held your hands up in defeat, almost offended at the way he lashed out. “I get you’re trying to be all gentlemen-like but ya know, the aggressiveness defeats the purpose.”

“It’s not about being a gentlemen. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not being nice, I-“ He grunted. “Never mind I don’t owe you a fuckin’ explanation. Just get in bed.”

“I will, thank you, cause I’m tired. Especially tired of whatever the fuck is up your ass and has you so bitchy.”

You said it with full sincerity, of course you were used to bickering with Bucky but it always was in a playful manner, even when annoyed with each other, it was always friendly fire. There had been no sign of that all afternoon, Bucky was purely hostile and treating you like his greatest burden.

“You running your damn mouth and arguing isn’t helping anything.” He spat as he turned off the lights.

“Wow, sorry. Didn’t know offering you the bed was so fucking rude and offensive.”

“Shut the fuck up.” He groaned.

You muttered “fucking dick” under your breath.

“I heard that.”

As you settled into the bed, you couldn't help but roll your eyes in frustration. You found yourself pondering what you could have possibly done to provoke such a strong reaction from him. You couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't entirely about you. Maybe something else was going on and you were standing in as Bucky’s punching bag, just being the unfortunate catheter for his anger.

It didn’t matter. You had to force all the worry and aggravation out of your head because his attitude wasn’t worth losing sleep over. The last thing you need was to be exhausted on a mission.

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You were jolted awake by a sudden, loud gasp, followed by a soft groan emanating from his direction. Rubbing your eyes, you opened them to find him sitting upright, his knees drawn close to his chest. He looked so small, a stark contrast to the huge stature and borderline intimidating presence you’d become so familiar with. His breathing was audible despite the distance between you, it was quick and shallow.

“Buck?” You concernedly called out to him but he didn’t answer. You then got out of bed, and flicked on the nightstand lamp.

“Bucky?” You tried again when you were closer.

Out of all the time you’d known Bucky, this was the first you’d seen him vulnerable. He was trembling harshly, hyperventilating too. He seemed equally dazed and terrified, but also distant as if he were lost in his head. You always thought Bucky had rather sad eyes but right now, the way they were widened with fear and slightly watering, took it to a whole new level.

You knew what was happening and seeing it felt like a stab to the heart. You slowly sat down in front of him, keeping space between you as to not worsen his panic.

“Buck, it’s okay.” You cooed. “Can you hear me right now?”

His gaze shifted to you, finally making eye contact, which gave you an answer.

“Okay, can you try to breathe with me? Deep breath…in 1…2…3” You exaggeratedly took large, slow inhale to lead him. “Out 1…2…3…”

You repeated the example, guiding until he finally started to follow along with you. “Good, you’re doing good. Do you know where you are?”

“….hotel. We’re on a mission?”

“Good, that’s right, good. It’s okay. You’re safe.” With a gentle and caring tone, you spoke to him, hoping to bring a sense of peace to the turmoil that was raging within him. Your heart felt heavy as you seen the pain that was laced within him, and you wished so badly that you could erase it all. You’d been scared you weren’t doing the right things, but his increasing improvement made you more confident.

“Can I touch you?”

He nodded.

You supportively placed your hand on top of his, stroking your thumb over his skin in a soothing manner. He initially flinched but didn’t pull away. “Starting to calm down now?”

“Yeah.” He released a long heavy breath and wiped the wetness off his eyelids with his free hand.

You sat silently with him, providing that tender, tactile support as he as he worked to regain his composure and steady his breathing. As he gradually calmed down, you noticed the shame creeping over him, causing his cheeks to flush red and his gaze to avert from yours.

“I didn’t want you to see this shit.” He finally said after minutes of silence.

“It’s fine-“

“Fuckin embarrassing is what it is.”

“No, stuff happens. I’m not gonna judge, ya know? I understand. I know what having panic attacks is like.” You revealed in attempt to make him feel more seen.

He slightly shook his head, at himself instead of towards to you, but he stayed silent.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” He paused for a moment, he licked his lips and hung his head even lower. “‘M used to it. Get ‘em bout every night.”

“The panic attacks?”

“Nightmares. Those sometimes comes after though.”

“Oh.” You whispered, feeling like something in you had just shattered. “About hydra?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna talk about it?” You offered carefully.

“Nothing you should hear. My head’s a fucked up place.” He laughed humorlessly.

“Try me.”

He hesitated for a moment, you assumed he was debating on wether or not he should trust you with such a heavy part of himself. “Basically all memories. Not so much dreams, more so just stuff that’s already happened. Flashbacks I guess.”

As his mouth parted to speak, only to close again, you knew that he wasn’t finished so you waited patiently, allowing him the time he needed to gather his thoughts.

“Most of the time it’s…you know…what I’ve done. People I’ve killed. It’s….of course it’s horrible. Pretty gruesome but uh….I’ve gotten better at dealing with those, it’s still….I just get em so much that I can calm down faster now. But sometimes…it’s the shit Hydra did to me and it’s just….I’d get punished a lot. Some kinda torture or beatings, I’ll spare you the details.”

You continued to stroke his hand and stayed silent, not wanting to push him.

“But uh…they had this chair. Um, I’d get strapped down and they’d electrocute me. That’s how they’d…ya know. And I’d always end up there for a wipe after I fucked up. Or even if I didn’t. I don’t what’s worse honestly…the sick twisted shit they’d come up with or the wipe but…but reliving all that….”

“That’s fucking terrifying.”

“Yeah. Yeah, terrifying is an understatement. Sometimes…it’s hard to feel safe after that.”

His breathing started to pick up again. The cracks in his voice made it clear he was starting to get overwhelmed.

You then firmly grasped his hand, giving it a supportive squeeze. “It’s okay, you don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t like to think about all that. I try to never actually. It’s like…obviously it’s…I can’t describe how fucking awful. But at the same time, if I do think about it, it’s like I’m ignoring all the evil shit I’ve done. And that’s not fair to everyone I’ve wronged. So then….if I never think about or deal with the torture….when I have to relive it in these goddamn nightmares…it just fucks me up worse. And my fucking luck is one of the few times it happens is when I’m sharing a room with someone.”

Your heart sank to the floor, your own eyes were watering at this point from getting just this small glimpse of his pain. “I’m so sorry, Buck. Hell, I don’t even know what to say right now. I wish I could do more to help.”

“You’re doing enough.“

“You didn’t deserve it, ya know? I don’t know everything that went on but you never deserved to suffer like that.”

“Half-debatable. At certain point it had to become karma for the suffering I was causing myself.” He shrugged solemnly.

“That’s not true. You had no control.”

He sighed exasperatedly, filled with a sad frustration directed at himself. He put his face in his palm. “We’ve had that conversation. You already know I don’t see it that way.”

“Yeah but I hope one day you will. And I’ll die before I stop trying to get it through your head that you’re innocent. You know you’re strong, right? So damn strong to be holding it together right now. After going through all that pain and to still be here and be a good man? To come as far as you have. I’ve never met anyone as strong as you.”

“We can agree to disagree but I appreciate it….and thanks sitting with me and calming me down and all that.”

“Of course.”

“I’m sorry about earlier. This is why…I didn’t wanna share. And this is….one…of the reasons I don’t like sleeping in a bed. Makes the nightmares worse sometimes. That’s not your fault though, so I shouldn’t’ve…I just didn’t want you to know.”

“It’s alright. I get it now.”

“I shouldn’t’ve took it out on you. I really am sorry.”

“Buck, I get why you were upset. Well kinda, I honestly can’t imagine even a fraction of what you go through.”

“Goin a little far with the pity.” He grew a tiny smirk.

“Compassion.” You corrected. “And I can’t help it, I mean…not to get all sappy, but I care about you. A lot.”

His smirk morphed into a smile and you mirrored it. You wrapped your arm around him and laid your head on his shoulder, Bucky then slowly encircled you with his own arms. You knew the hug was Bucky's way of wordlessly affirming that he cared about you too.

“Didn’t know Mr. Grumpy was capable of hugging.”

“Consider it a one time gift.”

You chuckled in response but then an idea entered your mind.

“You think it’d help if I slept with you?” You asked softly.

He gave you a cheeky grin. “Could at least take me out to dinner first.”

“You know what I meant.”

He sighed. “Not to be an ass but I literally just told you I don’t like beds?”

“No dumb ass, I mean down here.”

He tilted his head and gave a tight lipped frown. “You don’t gotta do that.”

“No. But if it’d help you feel more comfortable, then I want to.”

He didn’t answer at first but because his face had always been an open book, revealing every emotion with striking transparency, he wore an expression that was etched with heartbreaking gratitude.

“Yeah…we can try that.” He whispered, as if he was in shock.

With gentle movements, you plucked the blanket and pillow from the bed and nestled yourself beside him. As you lay towards him, your faces drew closer, until they were mere inches apart. You could feel his warm breath caressing your skin. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you both gazed into each other's eyes, it was almost hypnotic. There was no awkwardness when it should have been expected, instead, a comforting feeling washed over you. You were consumed by excitement, tinged with a soothing calmness. Sure, it was paradoxical, but it was consuming and left you lost in the moment.

“Um…” Bucky started hesitantly but then cut himself off, he bit his bottom lip nervously.

Before you had a chance to even consider the words, they spilled from your lips. You were surprised with your own spontaneity, but the question had already slipped. “You wanna cuddle?”

It was as if you read his mind, you could practically see all the anxiety melt off Bucky before he pulled you into his chest. “This okay?” He asked.

“Mhm.” You replied, allowing yourself to sink into the comforting warmth of his body, all while listening to the soft thumps of his heart beating. It was a new intimacy that strangely felt familiar and natural, like everything had suddenly fallen into place.

You heard him yawn and you hummed fondly at how cute it was. “Goodnight, Buck.”

Tenderly, he leaned in and softly placed his lips upon your forehead, holding them there for a fleeting moment before settling his chin atop your head.

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Bucky straddled your lap, his hand cupping your face as he devoured you in a passionate kiss that unraveled you with each flick of his tongue. His other hand roamed to less innocent regions of your body, exploring them with a touch that was both bold and tender.

He repositioned and pressed you down onto the couch, towering over you as his tongue continued to dance in your mouth. You were both breathless, and desiring more. He proceeded to plant kisses on your jawline before moving down to nibble on your neck.

He suddenly stopped, muttering against your skin. “You wanna move to your room? Have a little more space for this?”

“You know what’s funny?”

“Hm?”

“How before we got together, you hated beds, but now you want in my sheets every damn second.” You teased.

“Well…feels a lot more pleasant now.”

“Weird way to say ‘I’m always horny’.”

“I’m making up for 80 some years. And like you aren’t, you’re worse than me half the time.”

“Definitely worked up now, so get me to the bed and we’ll go as many rounds as you want, pervert.”

“Fuck you.” He laughed.

“I’m waiting for it.”

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"What the hell dude?!" | Luke and Stella

this is a little more in depth abt trevor hurting stella's feelings abt her moving to jersey.

stella's pov

we're all hanging out outside and have the fire going. I'm curled in luke's lap on the verge of falling asleep. I'm vaguely listening to the conversation the guys were having. the only thing I really hear is trevor (very drunkenly might I add) make a comment along the lines of, "oh like stel going to jersey for Luke?"

my whole body just freezes. that just hits a nerve because him of all people know that I was hesitant about going in the first place and why. trevor then goes on to say, "it's like that girl, Sarah I think, from high school who followed that guy she was dating to college in like Florida or something and then they broke up like a month into college or something. that's the stupidest thing, moving across the country for your boyfriend/girlfriend. honestly."

that really strikes a nerve with me and so I just get up and go inside. Luke calls after me, I can hear trevor getting smacked in the head, and I hear the door reopen after I close it.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and I turn to see Quinn. he pulls me in for a hug and I just start balling. once I've calmed down enough to talk I say, "why would he say that? that's so mean and he knows that that was my biggest fear is transferring anyways. like does my own brother think that little of me and thinks that I just follow Luke around like a lost puppy? is that what everyone thinks of me?"

Quinn says softly, "stel, I promise that we don't think that of you. and I know that Luke doesn't. Trevor is just an asshole and he's drunk so he's a drunk asshole. I promise, he doesn't think of you like that either. and even if he did, I don't. jack doesn't, but more importantly Luke doesn't. he called me and talked me for like an hour a few days before asking about going to jersey in the first to make sure it was a good idea. he didn't want you to feel obligated to go with him. Stella, Luke loves you more than anything in this world, you are the oxygen he breathes, if you wanted to move to Mexico, he'd quit hockey and go with you."

I just nod and focus on the words he's saying. we stand there in silence for a while and Quinn just hugs me and holds me tight. after a few minutes he asks, "want me to go get Luke?"

I say quietly, "yes please."

"ok stel." he says and lets go to go get Luke. I try to wipe the tears away when Quinn leaves but they just come flooding back when I see Luke. he sweeps me up in a hug and brings to our room. Luke does his best to calm me down and eventually I fall asleep from exhaustion. Luke stays the whole night with me, never leaving my side.

Quinn's pov

after I calm Stella down, I get Luke so that he can comfort her while I rip trevor a new one. I go back outside and say, "Luke. she needs you." he nods and quickly goes inside after her. once I hear the door shut, I start ripping into trevor.

"what the hell dude? why the fuck would you say that? you know she's worried that everyone will think of her as some lovestruck fool that can't be more than 5 feet from Luke since she's transferring to be closer to him. she was just crying in my arms scared that we all thought of her as some lost puppy that follows Luke around. that's your fucking sister trevor, treat her with respect."

"ok I'm sorry. it's not that big a deal q."

"it is a big deal. get your head out of your ass and sober up before apologizing to her. get a grip zegras. your own fucking sister, who's the love of my baby brother's life, is a mess because she thinks that all you see her as a lost poppy following Luke around. the last thing she ever wanted was for people to think of her like and now the person who was supposed to protect her from the world and the monsters under her bed is the one making her feel so small and so bad about herself. fix it trevor, or I swear to god you're never welcome back here."

trevor's eyes get wide and so does everyone else's. he nods frantically searching for the nearest water to help kickstart his detox. jack looks at him with a reassuring smile and nod that I did the right thing. if her own brother is gonna be treat her like shit, then someone has to protect her when trevor's an ass so it's gonna be jack and i.

she's the little sister we always wanted growing up and we're gonna treat her and protect her like she is.

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Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

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Includes- Sex, cock riding, missionary, marking, multiple orgasms, sort of fluff

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J POV

I hate the way the room is filled with tension

Tension that never used to be there between me and Seonghwa

He came over to hang out, watch the new Guardians of the Galaxy movie that came out

But the second he came in my apartment, it's been awkward

I know it's because we fucked

And the way we woke up

In each other's arms, holding each other tightly

We separated once we were fully awake and it's been awkward since then

He was radio silent for a week until I texted him that my friend downloaded the new Guardians movie we've been waiting for

He came over, we got snacks then went to my room where my TV is

His body is so tense as he sits next to me, watching the movie

I can't concentrate on it

I just keep thinking about him

He's the only thing I've thought about this past week

I don't know what it is but when we were together, I felt something

Like a spark of some feelings

And it's the stupidest thing I could ever do

He's a fucking idol

He has no time to date

That's why I don't see him much and why all Wooyoung wanted was to fuck

And that's a whole factor in itself

I fucked Wooyoung, one of his members and friend

Talk about being a skank

Not to mention Seonghwa's completely gorgeous, so outta my league

So is Wooyoung but I never felt anything for him like I do for Seonghwa

I knew with Wooyoung, I was fuckable, not datable

The same applies to Seonghwa

He's around so many beautiful girls all the time, there's no way I can compare

I just wish everything was back to normal

I hope this doesn't ruin our friendship

He's my best friend since we were little

I need him

---------------------------

The next two hours are stress inducing for me and I haven't paid attention to the movie at all

I just keep glancing at Seonghwa, then fall into staring at him, remembering how good he felt

How he looked under me

How beautiful his face was in pleasure

How surprisingly good it felt when he came inside me

That was one of the biggest shocks

His dick is so thick, so massive that I felt him throb inside me when he orgasmed and it felt amazing

And I realize, I want him again

"Jo?", he calls, snapping me out of my thoughts

I look over at him, surprised to see anxiety and nervousness on his face

"Yeah? You ok Hwa?"

"Yeah I uh...wanted to ask...", he trails off

"Uh yeah. Ask", I answer, watching him, all my previous thoughts about being with him coming back

Fuck, I want him

"Can...uh...can...Can you-"

"Sit on your cock?", I blurt, then am horrified at what I said

Holy shit, what the fuck is wrong with me?

Oh my god

"Never-", I start

"Yes", he answers at the same time

"Yes?", I ask, shocked

He nods, lust in his eyes, "Please sit on my cock. God, fuck, I crave to be inside you again"

I nod, immediately reaching for his pants

Our bottom clothes quickly fly off, his hands on my hips, pulling me on his lap

I wrap my arms around his neck, his arm around my body, his hand leading his cock to my hole

I sit on his head, his hands sliding to my hips, pushing me down on him

I let out a huge moan as I feel him slide inside, his big cock splitting me apart, touching all the right places

I lean my forehead against his as he bottoms out, his tip nestled against my spot

"Hwa fuck", I whimper, grinding on him, wiggling on his cock to open me up more

"Jo, oh god", he moans, his hands moving to my ass, groping hard

"How do you have the perfect cock Hwa?"

He fits inside me perfectly, filling me to the brim with no room to spare

The fucking full feeling of his cock inside me is astounding and so satisfying, I never felt anything like this

"Mm it's not me jagi. You have the perfect pussy"

"Mmm I don't think either of us is going to win this argument", I say, rocking on his thick cock, clenching him tightly

"Fff...fuck", he groans, "So fucking tight. How are you so tight?"

"How are you so big?", I murmur

His hands help me rock back and forth on him, his head rubbing my spot

"I don't know but I'm just for you", he moans

"I'm just for you Hwa", I agree, feeling the pleasure run through every nerve in me

"So fucking good", he murmurs, "So good"

"Can I fuck you Hwannie?", I ask, desperate to bounce on him

I just want to feel his big cock drag through me, wanna feel him split me open over and over

Wanna cum all over him

"Yes jagi, please", he whines

Thank god

Sliding my hands up his body, I wrap my arms around his neck, starting to bounce on him

"Oh fuck", I cry, bottoming him out over and over, his head smashing my spot with each bounce

His hands slide up my body, pulling my shirt up

"Need you naked", he moans, "Need to touch you"

Moving my arms, he peels my shirt off, then I take his off too

I need to feel his skin against mine

His fingers unhook my bra, throwing it somewhere in the room

Moving my arms around his body, I put my hands on his back, feeling his muscles

God, he's so fucking hot it's insane

His hands squeeze my ass, kneading it as I slide up and down his cock

I'm so fucking wet, drenching his shaft, making it so easy to fuck him

Our moans of pleasure fill my room, his sounds so fucking pretty, turning me on so much

And I realize I'm the reason he's sounding like this

I'm the reason he's in pleasure

It's fucking amazing

His fingers so very slowly trail along my back, making each piece of skin he touches shiver

"Fuck baby", he murmurs, "Your skin is so soft. So smooth. So beautiful"

"Hwannie", I moan, loving the compliment

Sliding my hands up his muscular arms, I squeeze his biceps, his strength so sexy

I lean my forehead against his, my arms wrapping around his strong neck, my fingers in his silky hair

I love his hair

The half ponytail, the long strands I can pull, it's styled off his forehead, how soft it is, silky, the strands falling through my fingers so easily

How good it is for gripping and pulling

His arms wrap around my waist, holding on as I ride him hard

"Hwannie", I moan, my eyes closed, his lips so close to mine, they're almost touching

"Baby", he whispers, his breathing labored

I'm so close, his perfect cock entering me over and over so fucking blissfully

"Let me cum on your cock", I whimper, moving my hips faster, "Please Hwannie"

"Yeah jagi. Please baby", he whimpers, "Wanna feel you cum so bad"

My fingers grip his hair hard as I bounce on him, our foreheads pressed together, his mouth breathing so close to mine

"Feels so good Hwa", I murmur

"So good", he agrees, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, helping me bounce on his cock

I slide down his cock, intense pleasure washing over me, as I cum around his cock

"Seonghwa...ahhh...Hwa", I moan, shaking in his arms, pulling his hair

God, it's so fucking amazing, so intense, his cock so fucking hard inside me, so fucking pleasurable to clench around

I never felt anything like this before

Only with him

"Oh god", he groans, our moans so close to each other's lips

"Hwannie", I sigh, as my orgasm tapers off

I open my eyes to find him already looking at me

His brown eyes are so intense, his hand reaching up, gently tucking hair behind my ear

Before I know it, he leans in, closing the small gap between us, his lips crashing into mine

Electricity bursts in my body, the entire world tilting, my head so dizzy

Just from his kiss

I melt into him, kissing him back with just as much passion

His tongue licks my lips and I open my mouth for his tongue to slide in

As soon as his tongue touches mine, I let out the loudest moan, my tongue playing with his

Fuck me, he is a damn good kisser

His kisses are like heaven and I just want to spend the rest of my life kissing him

How is his kiss this amazing?

This intense?

Making me feel all these things for him?

Or....bringing out all the feelings I had but didn't know about

Either way, I'm so fucking glad he kissed me

He turns us over, getting me on my back, his mouth never pulling away from mine

He kisses me wildly as his cock slides back inside my cunt and I involuntarily clench down on him

"Mmm", he moans, laying gently down on top of me

I move my arms around his body, pressing my palms to his back, just getting lost in his kiss

He doesn't move, just stays buried inside me as we continue to kiss

I had no idea my dorky Star Wars Lego loving best friend could kiss like this

And the crazy part?

I never want him to stop

His arm wraps around me, pulling me against his perfect body, his mouth moving against mine

Slowly, he pulls his hips back, his cock dragging blissfully through my pussy on his way out

Then he surges back in, bottoming out in one stroke and I moan in his mouth

His hips keep moving, moving slow but hard, going so deep I can feel him in my stomach

It feels amazing

His lips break from mine as he thrusts his cock into my cunt, instead pressing kisses to my neck

"Hwa", I whimper, his lips kissing in the sensitive spot on my neck, chills running up my spine

"Jo", he murmurs sweetly, his hand moving around my boob, squeezing gently

Fuck, he's doing everything to make sure I'm in intense pleasure

His mouth sucks softly on my neck, feeling so good, his tongue licking the spot after he lets go

"Is...is there a mark?", I whimper

"No jagi", he answers, kissing another spot

"Leave them", I ask

God, I want his marks on me

"Mmm jagi, if I start I'm not going to be able to stop. I'm going to leave so many on you"

"I want them Hwannie", I beg, "Please"

"Anything you want baby", he answers, his mouth latching on to the same spot he was sucking on before

The pleasure intensifies, my body arches into his body on its own

His arm wraps around my waist, holding me against him

I'm in fucking ecstacy

His body against mine, his cock fucking me deeply, his hand playing with my nipple and his beautiful lips sucking on every piece of skin he can

I honestly can't wait to see all his marks in the mirror

He spreads his hickies down my collarbone on to my boob, sucking desperately, his hips moving faster, cock burying into me over and over, my pussy spasming uncontrollably around him

He moans into my skin as he lifts his lips off me

Finally his mouth wraps around my nipple and he sucks hard like he can't get enough

"Seonghwa!", I yell, gripping his hair hard, my other hand around his upper arm, my nails digging into his bicep

I feel my pussy get so much more wet, soaking his dick as I clench on him

"Fuck fuck fuck", he groans, switching to my other nipple, sucking desperately

The continuous rhythm of his head hitting my spot is driving me crazy, pushing me to the edge

"Seonghwa...I...I'm... Seonghwa", I call

He lifts his head, his lips crash into mine, kissing me deeply as he sends me head first into an intense orgasm

Massive pleasure plows into me as I cum and I moan into his kiss as chills run up and down my back, my body trembling against his

I swallow his moans as our tongues playing with each other, kissing hard

He fucks me through my orgasm, his hips not stopping as he rolls them in to me

Once the last feeling of my orgasm leaves me, he pulls away, smiling softly at me

I can't help but smile back, his smile making me feel warm inside

He kisses me gently, his hand cupping my cheek

God, it's such a fucking mind blowing kiss

After, he sits up, moving my legs around him better, his hands holding my thighs

He pulls out then quickly slides back inside, my spot pleasured again

"Fuck", I cry

This time his hips move fast, plowing me into the bed, our moans so loud

I can hear how wet I am, the sound of my pussy taking his cock actually very erotic

"Such a good pussy", he growls, his fingers tightening on my thigh

"Good cock", I whimper, "The best"

He smirks before he looks down, the sight so sexy

God, my best friend is a sex god

He pounds into me and the sight of him fucking me is so goddamn hot

His face in pleasure, his eyes stuck on his cock plunging inside me, the veins popping on his arms from how hard he's holding onto me

His entire body has a sheen of sweat, making his abs and chest muscles more defined, the muscles flexing as he moves

His black hair is soaked, drops of it falling onto my skin

He's so fucking beautiful

And I feel my heart stir as I watch him, the overwhelming want for him to be mine, just mine, hitting me so hard

Which is ridiculous

He's my best friend, one who has shown no interest in me in that way

And all the reasons as to why he'd never want me hit my mind as I watch him

It's just sex, I tell myself

I need to stop thinking about this right now

Now is not the time

I can worry about what I'm feeling later when I'm alone

Clearing my mind, I keep my eyes on him, watching all the small facial features he does that shows how much bliss he's in

His hips slam into me faster, plunging his cock so deep in, hitting my spot and making me shake in pleasure

I'm so close

"I'm gonna cum", he moans, his cock indeed throbbing inside me, "Can I cum in your pussy?"

I nod, pleasure filling all my senses as I get right to the edge

"Yes Hwannie"

He fucks into me a few more times, his cock sending me right into my orgasm, ecstacy taking over

"Seonghwa", I moan

"I'm coming. Fuck Jo, I'm- fuck!", he yells, the pleasure evident in his voice

His cock buries inside me, his hands squeezing the life from my skin, his head tilted back, eyes closed as he yells my name

Fucking gorgeous

His cock throbs inside me, warm sticky cum filling me right up, just how I like it

I love feeling full of him

Last time was so good and now its even better

His eyes open as his head tilts down to look at me, awe in his eyes

Awe about what I don't know

He pulls out, his eyes moving down, biting his lip as his cum leaks out of me

I love that feeling too, dripping all over my thighs, making a mess

He closes my legs after a minute, laying down next to me

I turn to face him, his gorgeous face already turned to mine, his gaze already on me

His hand moves into my hair, softly running them through the strands

I don't know how strong this feeling in my chest is

All I know is that I am feeling something for him

And right now, I just want his lips against mine

"Kiss me Hwa"

He smiles softly, coming closer to me immediately, his lips right against mine

And I fall into him

#seonghwa smut #seonghwa fanfic #park seonghwa smut #park seonghwa fanfic #ateez seonghwa smut #ateez seonghwa fanfic #ateez smut #ateez fanfic

[n0bluev]

Kim dokja is the only character to consistently make me tear up (be it canon or a fanfic I AM WEAK)

Just mention something troubling him and ill be like 'noooooooooooooooOOOoo not again UEUEUEU' (knowing damn well this was what i was getting myself into from the start. Like please, kdj cannot have a break it, its as if its a part of his character to secretly be miserable while having everyone around him want nothing more than a genuine smile from him (and it is (basically texbook canon), really.))

Example: I've just read 10 long(ish? I like to read idk whats long anymore TT) chapters of yjh pov just hoping kdj would stop trying to shoulder everything alone, and would stop brushing away his care like it wasnt there.... Ending with yjh finally confronting him (basically in the form of a confession but yknow, theres more going on. it was kinda painful to watch, amen) and kdj just shuting him down like "youre mistaken about your feelings" AND LIKE. MANAGING TO SLIP OUT OF YKH'S LIFE IMMEDIATELY (he ran away #typical)

Now, i know damn well kdj has been hiding many things from yjh. Even yjh knows BUT I KNOW BETTER THAN YJH. BUT EVEN IF I KNOW BETTER, SINCE ITS YJH POV, IM AS IN THE DARK AS HE IS, SO. COOL. But i just know ill be able to fucking sympathise for the squid bastard because when have i ever been able to blame kdj for anything after learning about his side of things (bro is complicated in every universe, but i love him for it UGH)

All of this to say, when the author's note (after kdj fucking being dismissive and withdrawn and running away from #looove&peaace✌️) said "I can't wait to write KDJ's POV. If it crushes everyone, then it'll be a job well done," I GOT TEARY EYED JUST FROM ANTICIPATION. And i know from experience of reading (the)orv(™) and other fics that IF THIS IS WRITTEN WELL (and until now it's been written well enough to my liking /hopeful /pos), I WILL get all emotionnal really quickly and cry at the stupidest thing just because its kim dokja and he deserves the world.

So yeah, wish me luck 👍 (both so the fic keeps being good and for my poor soul..) ty

--- the fic !

(fic is 'Surely it Was Fate' by an [Anonymous] author on ao3. Its 800k+ words and I'm only 10/105 chapters through so I am reluctant to recommend it yet, but until now its been good so im crossing my fingers for the rest lol.)

#kim dokja makes me tear up too easily ITS NOT OKAY ahha #orv fic #but its not mine i just mention it #ill put a link in the comments i guess #nvm linked on the fic name ty tumblr #김독자 #orv #kim dokja #전독시 #omniscient reader's viewpoint #전지적 독자 시점

[vorchagirl]

I'm loving this playthrough of Andromeda with Seth Ryder - my morally withered and fucked up evil Ryder twin.

He's just met Bain Massani and while I don't agree with Seth's pov on many things, I do agree that Little Duck is the stupidest nickname of all time.

Good ol' Bain. Poor guy has no idea who he just befriended though 😬😬😬 this Little Duck of his is a compulsive liar, manipulator, and narcissist.

He'll help out with his Kett problem though. If there's one thing Seth can't stand, it's people not liking him!

#mass effect #mass effect andromeda #bain massani #seth ryder #violet

[pattypanini]

Lay All Your Love On Me

Chapter 3- Cockblocked

Josh Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 2,729  (NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE A LONG ONE I PROMISE)

AN: Hi everyone! Here is the third chapter of Lay All Your Love On Me from me and @mar-rein12! Thank you so much for all the support on our last two chapters. Here is the taglist incase anyone wants to be added to it: TAGLIST. We hope you enjoy chapter 3, Cockblocked.

Next chapter coming Thursday!

Warnings: 18+, Angst, Flirting, Cursing, Hickeys, Masturbation, Nudes, Sexting.

JOSH’S POV

Fucking dammit Jake. He's the stupidest person you've ever met. You ask him to do one thing and he can’t even do that right.

You grab your phone to text Jake to make him aware of the night he just ruined.

9:47pm Josh: You can come back now since you just blew that all up into shit.

9:47pm Jake: I forgot, don’t be an ass. 

You had been so close to getting what you wanted. Since Freshman year you couldn't stop fantasizing about her, and hearing about what she does with other guys just made it worse. It struck a nerve and made you jealous beyond belief.

Shortly after Jake’s text, you hear the door creak open again.

“Are you fucking braindead Jake, I asked you to do one fucking thing and you can’t even remember to do that!”

“I fucking forgot Josh. It's not my problem you can’t make moves on her anywhere else than a secluded room with just her. Maybe man up and try to talk to her for once like a normal fucking person and not act like you hate her or something.” Jake spat back at you.

You sat there and thought about it. You never really did make the effort to reach out before this show. She was just someone you admired from afar, never thinking of the idea of anything more.

“Because once this musical is over she’s no longer ‘yours’ and I’m not wasting any time to get what I want. You’ll be the one to go over to ‘Scott’s’ house, bud.” 

You could kill him. He knows your attraction to her and although you may be considered the more outgoing twin, Jake is persistent and has drive. He’ll do what he needs to to get what he wants.

You get off the couch and furiously walk to your room, slamming the door while you’re at it. You open your phone to see if y/n had texted you, but nothing. 

Did she get home safe? 

You needed to know, but couldn’t seem too desperate for the answer. If the night would have ended right you could have walked her back. 

You consider it for a moment. She’s probably fine, plus why do you care? She probably fucks someone and walks back alone at night all the time. She would definitely text you if something was wrong and she hasn’t texted so…

The night left you unsatisfied, needing more. But you were so angry you didn’t have it in you to finish the job yourself. That didn’t stop you from thinking about everything that had just happened though.

How sexy she looked in those shorts. She knows she gets a rise out of guys everytime she wears them, fucking slut. 

And the nerve to show up with no bra, teasing you knowing that she would get something out of the night. But you didn’t mind, she looked so fucking hot without anything on top. God, you wished everything was off. 

With the feeling of her grinding back and forth on your dick, you wanted to show her how good you could make her feel. Make her cum so hard, like no “one night stand” could ever do. 

That night you fell asleep thinking about her, dreaming about what could have happened. And you'd be damned if you don’t finish the job soon. 

y/n’s POV

“Fuck Josh, yes just like that. Harder!!!” You whine into his ear, nails scratching down his back. 

Josh is standing above you, pounding in and out senselessly. 

“You like that, y/n? Like the little whore you are. You're my slut, my little cum slut aren’t you?”

“OH MY GOD, JOSH I’M GONNA CUM, DON'T STOP!”

You shoot up in your bed with disappointment, beads of sweat beginning to form on your forehead. That was weird. 

Why are you dreaming about him, especially after last night? You had left his house pissed. Knowing he arranged the entire thing to get Jake out of the house. And for him to not even text to see if you got back?

He was probably too busy scheming the next ‘hangout’ the two of you would have and how Jake would be going to Thomas’s dorm, or would it be Bob’s? It wouldn’t matter because it's bound to change.

When you got back last night your mind was filled with so many mixed emotions. You were pissed, for obvious reasons, but kind of honored? He made up a whole plan to get Jake out of the house so he could have you all to himself. 

I guess that's what pussy deprivation does to a man.

You think about texting him. Letting him know how much of an ass he was last night, but right now all you could think about is how good he made you feel. He was passionate and hot. Something you never thought you’d be admitting about Josh. 

You get up from bed and head to the shower. While walking there you check your phone. 12:17pm? Jeez. You were tired from yesterday so you woke up later than usual.

You close the door and begin to strip from your pajamas. Holy shit. You were covered in hickeys from last night. You hadn't realized how rough he was on you, but you didn’t mind. The dark purple looks good against your skin.

As you step into the shower you replay last night in your mind over and over as you go through your routine. Stepping out of the shower your skin felt hot and looked pink, making you feel a certain way. 

You grab your towel and retreat back into your room. You turn on your lights to your room and close the blinds, filling the room with artificial light. You caught yourself staring in the mirror once again fascinated by the hickeys adorning your neck and chest, that's when it hits you.  

Josh shouldn’t be the only one allowed to play games. You let your towel hit the floor and open the camera app on your phone. You begin posing until you find the perfect pose. You hold your phone horizontally in your left hand, showing off your bare chest and cutting off right below your nose. 

You take your right arm and wrap it in front of your chest, covering your nipples and grabbing your boob in your right hand. You pull your hand in, creating a little extra cleavage, and finishing it off by opening your mouth just slighting. 

You snap a few photos before checking them over to find the perfect one. After selecting it you open your messages and intentionally click on Josh’s name. 

You add the picture along with a little note.

12:48pm y/n: *Attachment:1 image* Been thinking about you lately, can’t wait to see you again😘

You send your text and wait a moment to drive your plan home.

12:49pm y/n: Wasn’t meant for you but you can enjoy it, I guess. 

That was sure to send him into a spiral. Now you sit and wait for it to all unravel. 

JOSH’s POV

You hate doing the fucking dishes, especially when most of them are Jakes. Music helps you get through them though. You were getting tired of the current song that was on so you skipped to the next song, Kiss Me Thru The Phone started playing. As you close out of Apple Music, a notification pops up on your phone.

12:48pm y/n: *Attachment:1 image* Been thinking about you lately, can’t wait to see you again😘

Your eyes widen and jaw drops at the sight of the image. 

It's her, covering her tits, hair wet draping over her collarbones, and mouth slightly open. The sight alone is enough to make you cum. 

There is a second text underneath that you did not see. 

12:49pm y/n: Wasn’t meant for you but you can enjoy it, I guess. 

No fucking way. This has to be a joke. She’s gotta be fucking with you. 

You take a look again. Her hickeys from last night were on full display. She’s a slut, but she's not a big enough slut to be showcasing them to another guy who didn't make them. You know it was for you. 

Your dick was pressing hard against your plaid pajama pants, you knew you needed a release. Between this and last night it was much needed. 

You head to your room down the hall, checking to see if Jake had left yet for his study group, luckily he did. You close the door for safe measures and lay down on your bed. You open your messages to it again, god she's so hot. 

Her mouth, you need her mouth wrapped around your cock. Shoved deep down her throat, leaving her gagging for air. 

You pull your pants down enough to release your length letting it slap against your abs. 

Your tip is shining, glazed with pre-cum. You grab some lotion and begin to pump up and down, picking up the pace slowly. You stare at the photo, imagining what else could have happened if your cock-block of a brother hadn’t forgotten to not be at the house. I bet he did it on purpose, always having to ruin every moment. But you weren’t gonna let him infiltrate your mind during this moment.

You stare at her chest, seeing the marks that you made last night. When she was screaming your name, rocking back and forth on your cock. You pick up the pace, and begin rubbing your tip. You were so close, about to tip over the edge, the only thing it took was one simple thing she said last night that you’ve been thinking about since.

“Want more of a taste?”

With that you came hard, feeling the warm fluids hit your stomach. Breathing heavy you’re brought back to reality. You look down and see the mess you just made. She’s gotta know.

You open your camera and snap a photo, holding your dick up and abs painted with your cum.

1:15pm Josh: *Attachment:1 image* I know it was for me mama, you don’t have to lie. You’ll be the next one to make me cum tho, see you tomorrow. 

With that you left it as it was, and planned on not talking until tomorrow during practice. Leaving her waiting and wanting more.

Y/n’s POV

To your surprise, Josh had caught on to your little game. But you were also left with a little present.

A little larger than most of the guys you’ve been with. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think anything would be sent back. You almost expected it, especially coming from an attention seeking whore like him. 

It made you want more from him. You wanted so badly to suck on his cock and make him cum in your mouth, swallowing down his fluids. You knew you couldn't give him the reaction he was hoping for. So all you did was ‘Heart’ the image. You thought about leaving a ‘HaHa’ on the photo but thought that would be too far.

You throw your phone onto your bed and pick out your clothing for the afternoon, since you and Charlotte would be staying in for the night. Some comfy lounge pants and a tank top were perfect for the occasion. You walk out to the living room to see Charlotte sprawled out on the couch, with Victorious pulled up on the tv. She was scrolling on her phone patiently waiting for you to join her. 

She looks up from her phone. “Finallyyy.” You roll your eyes and smile. You crash onto the couch beside her. 

“What was taking you so long you've been out of the shower for a while now?”

“Uh- umm, just looking for these pants, they were in my laundry pile that I never put away.”

She laughs and grabs the remote to start the next episode but immediately turns to you.

“So tell me everything about last night.” She says with a mischievous smile, wiggling her auburn eyebrows at you that match her thick, curly hair. 

You giggle a little, thinking of maybe not sharing all the details, but fall under pressure to her convincing eyes. 

“Okay, fine. So I went over there, late, because I got caught up talking with you!” You and her snicker to each other.

“But when I went to open the door it was Jake, and there was kind of, I don’t know, tension. Like he winked at me, Char.” Your eyes widen a little, recalling the events of last night. 

“He’s so hot y/n, if things don’t work out with Josh I know which direction you should be heading.” She says with a smirk.

You punch her in the stomach. “Charrrr, stopp! It's not like that, besides I’m probably just overthinking it. Anyways, I went in and Josh was in a shitty mood because I was late. So, we went into the living room and started the movie. As it went on I was kinda stretching out, innocently, but then he kinda grabbed my ankle and was rubbing my leg. Obviously I wasn’t going to stop him, and then he kept going further and further up until he was practically in my shorts.”

“Omg he wants you so bad y/n.” You could tell Charlotte was loving every bit of this, she was such a great friend, always so supportive and interested in what you’ve got going on. 

“Okay well… it only gets worse. He then PICKS up my legs and PLACES them on his thighs. After that I decided that it was time to make a move. So I got up and he pulled me down onto his lap. So I was straddling him and things got a little… you know.” You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks. 

“This is crazy, then what happened?”

“Well he was about to go down on me, and then fucking jake WALKS in on us.”

“WHAT, did he see anything?” Her eyes widen, jaw slightly ajar. 

“I don't think so, he turned away and left right after. But the thing is, he said he was going to Ben’s house after Josh said he was going to Scott’s.”

“So? He just messed up the names?”

“No, he didn’t. Josh obviously just wanted him out of the house so it was just him and I. Plus Jake was stuttering and forgetting where he was supposed to be. It was all planned, but it’s okay because I got a little something out of it.”

“Yeah I can see y/n.” She looks down to your chest smirking at your hickeys on full display.

You definitely were going to have to have a real shirt on tomorrow. “Whatever, let’s not think about him right now though, we have all our work done for the week, so let's just open a bottle and have a good night.” You smile at her, grabbing her hands into yours. 

“YES! I’ll go grab the Pinot Noir, your fav!” She jumps up and runs to the small kitchen, hearing glasses being clanked around. “OMG I’m gonna grab some crackers and cheese too!” You hear from the kitchen.

You couldn’t have asked for a better roommate.

As the night went on many glasses of wine were poured, episodes were watched, and lots of girl talk. It's all really fuzzy, but you don't mind. Well you wouldn't, at least until tomorrow afternoon.

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Taglist:

@demonrat444 @gvfstuddedmajesty @jordie-gvf @jazzyfigz @slut4lando @gvfmarge @peaceloveunitygvf @mar-rein12

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[gallavichsreddie1128]

Baltimore Part Two (Will Graham)

Description: Will has an interesting therapy session with Hannibal and he invites the couple to dinner to try not work things out.

Warning: Some smut

Word Count: 1,573k

This is the second part of the Baltimore series and it's in a different POV. The next part will be so much better.

Will walked into Hannibal’s office and sat down. He watched Hannibal grab the notebook and a pen. He thought of what he would say. He knew Y/N was going to start seeing him soon and wanted to make it as real as possible. He even took off his wedding ring. That was one of the first things Hannibal noticed. “Where’s your ring?” He asked Will. “Y/N and I aren’t getting along right now.” He said with sadness in his voice. “What’s going on?” Will sighed and looked at him. “She’s getting mad at me over the stupidest things. I breathe and she’s mad, I open my eyes and she’s mad.” Hannibal nods and writes that down. “Have you talked to her about this?” Will shook his head yes. “She just gets mad at me. I don’t know what’s going on.” Hannibal’s mind went to the fact that she was pregnant. “Will mood swings are a sign of depression or pregnancy.” He said. Will looked at him confused. “Are you saying she might be pregnant?” “Or depressed.” Will wanted to laugh. Y/N wasn’t acting like a bitch at all. She definitely wasn’t pregnant either. Though Hannibal only thought that because the two have talked about having kids before. 

He returned home after the session and his wife was in the shower. He decided to surprise her. He undressed right outside the door and softly opened the bathroom door hoping she wouldn’t notice. She was too into her thoughts and feeling the hot water that she didn’t even hear him until he pulled back the shower curtain and got in with her. The water was really hot which he had gotten used to. “Hey baby how was your session?” She asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I got him thinking that we aren’t happy.” “That’s good. I have to think of something to tell him tomorrow.” She said and sighed. “Tell him the biggest lie you’ve ever told.” That gave her an idea. “I think I will. But I think I'm gonna make a move on him also. If you’re okay with it.” “Damn baby that quick?” He asked. “I wanna get on with it. No time to waste.” He smiled and kissed her in the water. The water made him all wet and it felt good. She dropped to her knees and he threw his head back as she took him in her mouth. 

The two went to every session and bitched about each other. Hannibal hadn’t had a clue that this was all an act. He loved the attention they both gave him and even when they flirted with him. Even Will. “I know she doesn’t care that I'm into guys.” Will said. Hannibal’s eyes widened “You’re into guys?” He asked. Will nodded. “Yes but barely there’s like a select few guys I’d give the time a day too.” Hannibal being one of them. “Select few?” Will nodded and smirked. “Select few, meaning you Doctor.” Will winked and Hannibal hid his shockness. Y/N had also made a move on him weeks ago. Truth be told, Y/N and Hannibal had been fucking for weeks. Though he knew Will didn’t know or at least he thought given the problems they’ve been having. Having them both all over him was great. For them and for him.

That’s how he had Will on his knees with his dick in his mouth. Will looked so pretty with a mouthful of cock. He was really good at giving head for being his first guy he sucked off. Hannibal’s hand gripped the table hard and the other had a hold of Will’s hair. Will remembered what Y/N told him about sucking a dick and Y/N doing it to him all the time. He picked up a few things.

“Okay so you wanna use your lips not teeth.” Y/N said to him. “I would hope so.” She rolled her eyes and continued. “If he pushes himself to the back of your throat, start swallowing around him. He will lose it.” “So what you do to me?” He asked and she nodded. He loved when she did that. It felt really good. “And try not to gag.” She tells him. He nods and makes a mental note of what she said. “Honestly baby I'm not sure I get the picture. You might have to show me.” He smirks. She giggles and walks over to him and unbuttons his jeans. He felt himself get hard. She pulls them down with his boxers. She dropped to her knees and started jerking him off. He sighs out in pleasure as her hand speeds up. He was gonna try to remember all she was doing.

Which is how he got to where he was right now. Sucking off Hannibal Lecter. He looked up at the older man and saw him in a world of pleasure. It was honestly kind of hot. He couldn’t lie. Though he had to remember the real reason he was doing this. For him and Y/N to have the house. 

They were shocked to get the invitation to Hannibal’s house for dinner. He requested them to come together. “Should we go?” She asked him. “I mean we have to if we want this to work.” He tells her and she nods. Now they actually have to act together. It was easier alone but they knew together it could be a little tricky. “We got this.” She says. The look of nervousness on his face gave away what he was thinking. “I know but I hate acting like this.” He says. “I know baby, me too. But I have to go out and buy a dress for tonight.” She says and kisses him. “Remember baby it’ll all be worth it in the end.” She whispers. Oh he hoped. 

The dress she found was a beautiful navy blue dress that went to her feet. It fit her perfectly and made her look like a goddess. Will almost ripped it off her when he first saw her with it on. “How am I supposed to hate you when you look this good?” He growled in her ear. She gasps as his lips attack her neck. “Will we have to go.” She says. He sighs and pulls away. “Fine but tonight i’m tearing it off you.” He promises her. 

Hannibal couldn’t stop staring at the couple as they walked into his kitchen. They both looked so good and like a power couple despite them not being happy. His dick was in both of their mouths at a point and he thought the other didn’t know. He got hard just thinking about it.

“So I called you guys here together because I believe you guys need couples therapy.” He tells them. “You guys aren’t happy but I wanna fix that.” He says and takes a bite of his food. “You would do that for us?” Y/N asked, acting like that was the sweetest thing in the world. Will smiled at him. “Now have you guys talked about the problems you’ve been having?” He asked them. “Well I try but he doesn’t like hearing that he’s bad in bed.” Will looks over at her in fake shock. “I am not.” He exclaims. “Yes you are baby. You just don’t wanna listen.” She exclaims back. Hannibal watches the two argue. “Why is he bad in bed?” They both look at the woman wanting for her to speak. “I haven’t cum in months.” She sighed and looked down at the table. “So you’ve been faking it?” Will asked. She nodded and looked at Hannibal. “But when I bring it up he gets mad.” Hannibal nods and takes a sip of the wine he had. “Well now you have a chance to talk about it.” Will looked mad at the confession she had. Though they both knew it was fake. “Well if I can’t fuck you right maybe somebody else will.” He said. Y/N and Hannibal looked at him.

“Will there are other ways to handle this.” She says and he shakes his head. “Hannibal I want you to fuck Y/N.” Hannibal almost choked on his food. “You want me to what?” “You want him to what?” They asked Will. “Oh come on quit the act. I know you guys have been sleeping together. That’s probably the whole reason you wanted to see him in the first place.” Will said. Hannibal’s face went red and he stayed quiet. “Me and Hannibal haven’t had sex.” She told him. “Y/N I know you have been. You can stop lying to me.” “Will No we-” “Have you fucked my wife Hannibal?” Will asked the man. Hannibal cleared his throat. “I don’t think this is okay-” “So you did.” Y/N looked at Will. “Will it’s not what you think.” “IT’S EXACTLY WHAT I THINK. YOU’RE CHEATING ON ME WITH OUR THERAPIST.” He yelled. Wow he was a good actor. “Well maybe if you weren’t selfish in bed I wouldn’t have.” She whispered. Hannibal thought of ways to get out this but wasn’t sure how without killing them. “Well Hannibal I want you to fuck her infront of me. Show me how to make my wife cum since you obviously can.” Hannibal looked at him for any signs of unsureness but saw none. Did Will really want him to fuck her right in front of him? Was Hannibal really about to do this?

#hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen #will graham x reader #hannibal imagine #will graham #will graham smut #will graham x you #hannibal x will #hannibal smut #hannigram

[tiktaalic]

finally read romantic theory . holy fuckin shit. really good

Blows every other fanfiction out of the fucking water. It’s hit after hit after hit. I’m always really impressed with the ruby characterization. 2street2car said it’s not ENOUGH to create the best destiel of all time. I need to give ruby nuance and personality. Sam too. I think it’s possibly the only thing I’ve ever read with Sam pov and it’s just so deeply enjoyable. He loves his brother. He HATES his brother. He thinks his brother is the stupidest fucking hypocrite alive. And Bobby loves dean and is just so thoroughly wigged out by how he’s acting. Because he’s acting crazy! Because he’s in LOVE! With a non euclidean beam of light!

#anonymous #ask #spnwatch #fic tag

[maddness-time-bby]

Pov: A Lore Olympus Stan just said the stupidest thing you ever heard in your fucking life

#lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo

[lyn-1225]

Military School

Paring: Carl Gallagher x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, a little bit of violence, angst. Mostly fluff. A lot of fluff.

Word count: 1500

A/n: I just got to season 7 episode 6 where Carl gets on the bus to go to military school. I already miss him tbh. I almost cried when Fiona told him she was proud of him.

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Your POV:

Today was the day.

The day that Carl was supposed to go off for military school.

He had been talking about it ever since he met Dominique’s dad. Although Dominique was a bitch ass girlfriend, her dad was a kick ass dad.

When me and Carl got together a bit after him and Dominique ended things, he would talk about military school and how it would help him become a better man.

I was surprisingly very supportive in his ideas to go. I thought I would be more upset and try and convince him not to go, but after I saw his face light up while talking about kicking peoples asses and being able to hurt people without getting in trouble for it, I knew I had to support him.

It was gonna be tough. Really really tough, but I know that he would come back and be that man he said he would become.

Long distance was gonna be difficult but I knew we were gonna make it work. We made our friendship work while he was stuck in prison after Sammi fucking ratted him out.

God I hate that bitch.

Needless to say there was no doubt in my mind that me and Carl would end up okay in the end.

After Dominique decided to try and get back with Carl, he started to question everything he was doing. That’s when I had to intervene. She had no right to just swoop in and win him back like some sort of toy from a vending machine.

I was pissed.

Her dad knew that Carl and I were together which made him even more mad when she decided to try and make a move on him once again. He would never admit it but he most definitely was starting to like Carl.

When me and Carl were walking down the street together, he pulled up beside us and told us to jump in. I didn’t know where we were going but once we pulled up to a drive way with Dominique sitting on some man’s lap I knew exactly what Sergeant Winslow was doing.

My blood was boiling. Carl got out of the Car to handle the situation but i really couldn’t help my self. Before I could even think about what I was doing I got out of the car storming straight up to her.

Some not so nice words were exchanged and some punches by me were being thrown.

She had nothing to say after she went running to Sergeant Winslow to tell on me. Of course he was mad but he knew that she deserved it, as hard at it is to admit that about your own daughter.

She didn’t mess with me or Carl after that.

Even after we got to his house for the surprise going away party for him he was still questioning everything he was about to do.

I would question if I was doing the right thing too but In this case he was doing the right thing. He needed to do this for himself. Everyone knew it, including him.

Me, Fiona, Debbie and Lip gather in the kitchen trying to discuss where Ian was and why there were no decorations up.

“I was labeled as the distraction so I couldn’t have gotten any decorations even if I tried” I comment trying to clear my name from the argument on why no one got decorations.

“Ian said that he got it” Debbie says trying to get someone to help her bring Neal in the house.

Neal was an okay guy. He made me uncomfortable every once in awhile but it’s not really his fault. He just very honest with what he says.

Carl walks into the room with a slight frown on his face. He’s still questioning his choices.

Fiona immediately apologizes for the lack of decorations and how the party isn’t going as it was planned.

He started talking to us about wether or not he should actually go and if he was strong enough to do something like this.

I look at him with a blank stare before I speak up “that was the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard”. He looks at me as if I said the rudest thing in the world.

“I mean come on. Your Carl fucking Gallagher. The kid that got suspended for beating up two guys that were bullying me. The kid that got suspended for bullying other kids. The kid that said he was gonna make prison his bitch and did just that. The kid that landed himself in a gang and ended up getting out of it without getting killed. I don’t want you to ever say that your not strong enough for something like this. You are the strongest boy I know. Going to military school is gonna make you the strongest man I know” I practically yell at him all of my emotions spilling out. The frustration in my voice alone makes it clear that everything I’m saying is 100% my thoughts and opinions.

Debbie, Lip, Fiona, and Carl look at me with wide eyes. I calm myself down taking deep breaths into my body. “Listen” I start walking up to him before placing my hands in his.

“I believe in you” I pause moving his hands with mine in a sort of swinging motion between our bodies.

“You are gonna go to military school, become that man you want to be, then your gonna come back home and you’ll be able to show off that new man” I smile rubbing his hands with my thumbs.

He smiles brightly at my speech stretching his arms around my shoulders giving me a strong hug. “I’m gonna do it” he whispers before saying it a bit louder so that everyone else can here him “I’m gonna do it”.

The trip to where everyone was boarding the buses wasn’t too far away. The entire time I was relishing in the moments that I had left with Carl before he got on the bus and went off to find himself.

It was gonna take awhile to get used to but I knew we could do it.

Lip pulled the car into a parking spot making sure the car was in park before we all got out. We all headed to the buses where Sergeant Winslow was standing there waiting for him.

Everyone gave him their hugs and their goodbyes wishing him good luck with everything.

Then it came to me.

I didn’t think I’d do this but I was standing there like a baby about to have a mental breakdown.

Tears were threatening to spill out of my eyes as I watched everyone say goodbye to him as if he were leaving for good.

“Why are you crying” he asks coming over to me after exchanging a few words with Fiona.

“I don’t know” I laugh my body starting to shake with the silent sobs coming from my body.

A big frown etched across his face as he pulls me into a much needed hug. We sway back and forth as we mentally note this beautiful moment between us.

My face is buried into his neck as the tears from my eyes run down my cheeks and onto his shirt.

Once I feel him start to pull back from the hug I pull my arms from around him before placing my hands around his biceps.

Tears continue to fall as I weakly smile at him. He genuinely looks happy to be going to military school which makes my mood lighten a bit.

I laugh a little at my state before wiping the tears out from under my eyes. Maneuvering my hands back to his biceps I rock my hands back and forth before another wave of emotion hits me.

“Just” I start not being able to finish until I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

“Just don’t forget about me okay?” I cry my bottom lip quivering.

Me crying like this made me feel so pathetic but I couldn’t help it.

“I would never forget you” he says placing his hands on my biceps to rock me a bit as well. He wants me to get it into my mind which is what I did.

He wouldn’t forget me.

He takes his hands back from my arms, me doing the same.

“I’ll see you soon” I say before pulling him in to my body. I wrap my arms around his shoulders before placing my lips on his. We don’t kiss for very long knowing there was people around.

After about a second or two we pull away huge smiles on our faces. “I’ll see you soon y/n/n” he says back to me before walking up to the bus doors. He gets onto the stairs before turning around to face us.

“Im gonna come back a man” he grins as the doors close in front of him. He gives us one more nod before walking up the rest of the stairs and down the isle to one of the seats.

It’s when the bus drives away that my mind realizes to its full potential that it’s actually happening. I won’t see him for awhile.

He had to do this. He needed this to become a better him.

I’m so proud of who he’s becoming.

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A/n: Hi :) I wanted to write this imagine becuase I’m extremely sad that Carl just left for military school. I already miss him. I know it’s a short one compared to my other imagines but I actually quite like this one a lot so I hope you liked it as much as I do.