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gojorgeous · 4 months

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“heatwaves”

pairing: alpha!gojo x omega!fem!reader summary: when a work trip takes you to japan, the last thing you expect is a heatwave... and some guy with blue eyes? content: MDNI (18+ only), nsfw, a/b/o dynamics, no established relationship, dubcon (i feel like it’s always kinda dubcon with a/b/o), p->v, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding, biting, blood, marking, spit, praise, swearing, pet names (baby/sweetheart/princess), brief mention/implication of pregnancy, knotting, reader gets picked up, reader is american, reader is unaware of their omega status, reader experiences their first heat, reader and satoru “bond” without having a fully conscious conversation, reader and satoru are early twenties. a/n: it's here! somebody spay me. by popular demand i have written alpha!gojo for you all… just a classic reader goes into an accidental heat at work and (x) character happens to be the nearest alpha LMAO. this is entirely uncreative, but i love it for that!!! straight smut with a little plot if you squint hard enough! i hope it lives up to your expectations. find my alpha!geto fic here and find the list of my 1k event fics here. enjoy and remember, ALL AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED! credits: dividers by @cafekitsune. wc: 5k

Nobody ever told you that Japan was so damn hot.

Hot was not what came to mind when you’d heard you’d be taking a trip to Tokyo. Temples? Sure. Mt. Fuji? Great. Hot? No fucking way.

But, here you were, boiling away under the sun on what you’d thought would be a fun little work trip. Instead, you were just suffering with every step, trying to listen to what Principal Yaga was saying and failing miserably.

“These are the sparring courts. No students right now, but they’ll start training within the hour.”

You rub at the back of your neck, cringing when your palm comes away coated with a thin layer of sweat. Gross.

You lift your eyes to the sky, wondering how much longer this was going to take. Your little trip to Japan was to organize an exchange program with Jujutsu Tech. Your students had been begging to take a trip to Tokyo, to where their cursed energy would be closer to the source and, consequently, stronger. You had to admit, it was a good idea. A few months spent training here in Japan would do them good. From the moment you’d set foot on Japanese soil, your power had thrummed faster in your veins than ever before.

Principal Yaga was giving you a tour of the grounds and had sealed your horrible fate when he’d decided to start outside. You barely heard a word the man said. New York was never this hot…

“Are you alright?” You blink, fanning your face as best you can. It provides no relief. God, it felt like the heat was penetrating your fucking bones…

When your eyes slide to Principal Yaga, you’re surprised to see that he looks genuinely concerned. “Y-yeah.” You blink again, shocked by your own stutter. Maybe you were coming down with something? “I’m fine, just not used to this kind of heat, I guess.” You fan your face again and clench your jaw when it still does nothing.

Yaga’s brows furrow and you see him glance around, like he’ll find said heat standing next to him. How was he wearing so many layers?

“How about we head inside and take a break, then? We can continue the tour… later.” You nearly fall to the ground and kiss his feet. Air conditioning is truly God's gift to man…

You smile and it’s all genuine. “That would be amazing. Thank you.”

Yaga nods, but you think his eyes linger on you for just a beat too long before he turns. He still looks confused… or maybe flustered? That only leaves you confused.

You follow after him, each step feeling like you’re sinking deep into cement. You tug at the collar of your shirt, trying to get some ventilation. When you finally reach the building you nearly sigh with relief. Air conditioning… that’ll be good. Just what you need. A few minutes inside and you’ll be good to go. You’ll just have to remember not to wear so many damn layers again when you continue the tour.

You’re smiling as you step inside, so ready for relief that you’re practically shaking– but relief never comes. Your brows furrow. You brush your arm through the air. It… doesn’t help. It’s strange– you can feel the coolness of the air conditioning, feel it gliding up and across your skin, but the heat doesn’t subside, doesn’t so much as lessen.

“I trust you know how to find anything you might–” Yaga clears his throat. “Need?”

Your brows furrow. He’d shown you all the school’s resources last night and your room was already stocked with food, toiletries, and every other thing you could possibly need. Of course you knew where everything was…

“Yes… Thank you.”

Yaga shifts so uncomfortably you think that maybe he’s about to pee his pants. “Right, well, you have my contact information. Let me know if I can be of assistance in connecting you to any… resources.”

You’re more confused now than you were at the start of this conversation. “Right…”

“Take care.”

Yaga shoots you one last– worried?- glance and stalks down the hall. You’re left wondering what the hell is happening in his mind and why he seemed so desperate to offer you resources?

You blink, clearing your mind as best you can, but some sort of fog seems to be settling over your consciousness. Definitely coming down with something, you think.

You make your way through the halls, steps still feeling suspiciously heavy and heat still radiating off your body. A cold shower. That’ll help. Or so you thought. The further you walk, the more each hallway starts to look like the next. Was it left or right next? Was this hallway always a dead end? Since when was there a bathroom there?

You’re leaning against the wall now, panting. Something is pooling in your gut, something warm and far too intense. Your inner thighs are wet, too. You want to convince yourself it’s sweat, but… you’re horny. More horny than you’ve ever been in your whole damn life. You think you might die if you don’t get some dick in the next ten minutes. What the fuck?

You slide yourself into the next room you see: an empty classroom. Thank fucking god. You grab the back of a chair, hands shaking with how hard you’re gripping the wood. You take a deep breath. You need to get a hold of yourself, need to figure out what the fuck is happening to you.

You swallow and try your best to think. It’s not without difficulty. Your head feels like somebody’s filled it with glue. It takes a minute for a coherent thought to come through, but when it does, you think it’s a good one. Doctor.

Yes– you don’t feel well, so obviously a doctor is the correct choice, right? You scramble for your phone in your back pocket but freeze when the brush of your own hand against your ass sends a jolt up your spine. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Carefully, you extract your phone from your pocket, but it’s too difficult to even remember your fucking passcode. You press your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the overwhelming ache that’s forming between your legs. Something is definitely wrong.

You fumble with your phone, but your hands are shaking so hard it just tumbles to the floor.

“Fuck,” you breathe. “Fuck, fuck, fuck?”

“Yo, who’s baking cookies in here without me?”

Your head snaps up and, with some difficulty, your eyes settle on a… man. You suck in a breath. He’s… dazzling. He’s wearing all black, but it’s not a student uniform. One of the teachers that you’ve yet to meet, then. White hair and pale skin contrasts against his clothes, but his eyes are covered by a pair of sunglasses set low on his nose. Even in your delirious state you still have the wherewithal to wonder who the fuck wears sunglasses inside.

You get a quick look at him before a wave of intense- fuck, desire?- washes over you. You tremble again and shock yourself when a whimper tumbles from your lips.

“Oh, shit,” you hear him say. You glance at him from the corner of your eye and watch him inhale again– deeply. His lips part. “Oh, shit.”

You clench your jaw and tighten your grip on your chair. Your legs are shaking now– you can barely stand. You squeak pitifully.

The second the sound leaves your throat you hear footsteps– rapid, hurried, concerned, ones. Warm hands clasp your waist and you cry out at the touch, electricity sparking on your skin.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” He turns you gently to face him, hands steadying your swaying body. “Who the fuck left you alone in here?” His hand is rubbing soothing circles on your lower back now and you think you’ve never felt something so good in your life. It’s so good that you almost miss what he said. Almost.

“W-What?” You see his brows furrow as you peek up at him. At this angle you can see under his sunglasses. His eyes are blue. Really fucking blue. You think he might be the most attractive man you’ve ever seen, even with the expression of… anger?- that he’s currently wearing.

“Whoever he is, I'll kill him.”

That makes you blink. An extra sliver of clarity opens in your brain. “What are you talking about?”

He tugs you a little closer, wrapping an arm fully around your waist and pressing you up against him. You try to ignore the fact that you love it, that you want nothing more than to wrap yourself around him and climb him like a fucking tree.

“What idiot leaves an omega going into heat?” He’s glaring at the doorway like he’s torn between staying here with you and running after said idiot to pommel him into the ground.

“‘M not an omega.” The words are out before you’ve even stopped to consider them. It’s true. You’re not an omega. You’re a beta. You’ve always been a beta. You’ve got the little “B” on your ID card to prove it. You were tested at birth, just like everyone else, and even if you really were an omega you would have presented years ago.

He only glances down at you and snorts. “Funny, sweetheart.” His hand is still rubbing those little circles into your back and it’s enough to make that fogginess in your mind grow a little thicker.

But your fear, your uncertainty outways your instinct. You pound a weak fist against his chest, not to push him away, but to get his attention. He’s still glaring at the doorway like he wants to murder it.

“‘M serious,” you gasp. “I’m a beta… I don’... know whas’ happenin’… to me.” Each word is a tremendous effort to form. Your tongue seems to have lost its ability to do anything but hang limply.

That gets his attention. He lifts a hand, gently brushing your hair back from your eyes and then cupping your jaw. “Is this your first heat?”

You find yourself leaning into his touch despite the fact that you’ve only known him for thirty seconds. Your eyelids flutter. “N-Not a heat… jus’ feel… sick.”

His brows furrow again, deeper this time, and he shakes his head. “How old are you?”

You know why he asks. Most omegas present around eighteen or nineteen. “Older than… nineteen…” You try to laugh, but it only comes out as a whimper.

That answer only serves to make him push closer. You feel his hand trailing down your neck, skimming gently over the skin until he reaches a spot you hadn't even realized was so… sore. You keen at the touch. Fuck, no. There was no way. You had swollen fucking scent glands.

You try to push away, but he pulls you in, burying his face in your neck. You shudder when he groans. “You smell like a damn bakery exploded,” he chuckles, and the sound is muffled by your skin. When he pulls away he makes it look like the action is physically painful. He cups your face again. “Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you’re an omega. If this is your first heat then…” he swallows and your eyes track the bob of his throat. “You’re just a late bloomer, baby.”

You shake your head desperately. It’s just the stupid heatwave. It’s just… hot outside… right?

You try to think about how this could be possible. It could be that the test you took as a baby was wrong… it happened sometimes. It was rare, but it happened. But if you were an omega, what would have triggered your presentation now? What had changed?

Your eyes widen. Japan. You’d set foot in fucking Japan. Ever since you’d gotten here, you’d felt power pulsing in your veins. Maybe it hadn’t been just power…

“N-no–”

A gentle thumb smooths over your cheek and you meet his eyes again. You shiver when you see a whole lot more black than blue. “You have no alpha?”

You whimper, leaning into him. Touch me, touch me, touch me, a part of you begs. You shake your head again and a tear slides down your cheek. “No,” you whisper.

Strong arms slide beneath your knees and you squeak when you’re suddenly suspended in the air. When you glance up he’s grinning triumphantly. “You have one now,” is all he says before he’s carrying you out of the classroom and twisting through the halls.

Warmth rushes over you at the sensation of being held, and something begs you to give into it, to give into the heat still washing over you, to the throbbing between your legs. You fight it and fight it hard.

“Where’re we going?” you ask, but your voice is sounding more and more like a whisper.

His eyes stay focused ahead, even as he presses a comforting kiss to the crown of your head. “Your room, sweetheart.”

Your brows scrunch. “How d’ you know where–”

“‘M following your scent, baby.”

He can do that? You bury your face in his neck, embarrassed, only to be hit by a different scent so delicious your mouth starts watering. You groan. Loudly. There’s a scent pouring from his neck that’s filling your head with memories of spices you can’t name, but suddenly know you love.

You think you hear him chuckle and then feel a gentle hand on the back of your neck, encouraging you. You snuggle deeper into him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and burying your fingers in his hair. Taste him, taste him, taste him your mind chants. It’s too good an offer to deny. You lick a stripe across his skin.

Your groans are instant. He’s squeezing you closer, leaning into your touch, and you’re pulling him closer. Your fingers curl into his jacket, tugging and tugging. You lick again and now he’s the one groaning.

“Damn, that feels good,” He sounds as surprised by that fact as you feel. The swaying of his steps comes to a sudden halt. You whine, missing the rocking of his body. “Think we’re here, princess. This it?” His hand is smoothing over your hair, slowly coaxing you away from the curve of his neck. You blink, not wanting to leave the paradise of his scent, but also feeling some overwhelming urge to please him.

Your eyes settle on a door and you recognize a little chip in the wood. You nod. “Mhm.”

You gasp when his hand grips your hip, wriggling through your pocket until he pulls out a little brass key.

“Perfect,” he says, and his voice sounds like he’s all too pleased with himself. He shimmies your key in the knob until the lock clicks and then you’re inside. The door slams shut loud enough to make you jump and squeak.

“Oops, sorry, baby. Guess I’m a little excited, heh.” His hand squeezes your hip soothingly and you mewl at the wave of heat that pulses through you. Your clit throbs almost painfully and you feel something gush onto your thighs. You whimper.

He inhales. “Oh, shit,” he breathes, and then you’re moving again. He navigates your room like he knows it. He probably does. From what you can tell, most of the rooms at Jujutsu Tech follow a standard layout. He weaves down a hall to the left and then into your bedroom on the right.

He lays you on the bed gently, tenderly, like he’s afraid you might break if he drops you so much as an inch. “There we go,” he breathes. You can’t deny that it feels good, that it feels right, to be lying on the softness of your mattress, but it’s not enough.

You claw at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and pulling him close. You want something from him, need something, but you can’t name what. You just know that the heat boiling beneath your skin can only be sated by him, that the throbbing between your legs can only be calmed by him. “P-Please,” you whimper. Tears well in your eyes. You need him so bad it physically hurts.

The smile he gives you is soft and genuine and it takes your breath away. He dips his head and you think you see him slide those sunglasses down his nose and toss them to the side. You don’t pay too close attention, though, because he’s kissing your neck again and your body is screaming with sensation.

“Aw, I know, baby. Don’ worry. ‘M gonna take care of you now. Jus’ relax.”

His words spark something in you– your last bit of consciousness. A brief moment of clarity shines through the fog of your mind and you remember what the hell is happening, what the hell you’re doing. You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head desperately. No, no, no, this is not happening to you. There’s no way.

“Hey, now. None a’ that.” Fingers clasp your chin, holding you still. When you peek your eyes open, you see that he has in fact removed his sunglasses and that his eyes are more black pupil than dazzling blue. His jaw is clenched and his breathing is heavy. “Don’t try t’ fight it. Jus’ try to enjoy it…” His head dips and suddenly he’s nipping at your scent gland again.

You thrash and scream, but not in fear or pain. You’ve never felt something so good in your life. Every graze of his teeth feels like heaven. Your skin zings with electricity, sending pulses of pure need straight between your thighs.

You grab at him, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging him closer. Your chest is heaving when you speak. “Please, p-please-”

“Shhh…” You think you hear your shirt tearing, but you’re too focused on pulling him closer to care. His tongue licks a stripe up your throat and your eyes roll back.

You’re sure your shirt is off now. You can feel the cool air, but it does nothing to ease the heat raging inside you, pulsing and pumping through your veins.You feel him tugging at your pants, too, and you try to raise your hips. He only shushes you again. “Jus’ relax. Let me do the work, baby.”

Your pants are gone in seconds, even without your assistance. So is your bra and then your panties. He tries pulling away to undress himself, but you mewl and his eyes blow even blacker before he’s back over you again. He settles for popping the buttons straight off his shirt and shimmying out of his pants.

The sight of his bare skin makes you whimper and then you’re clawing at him again, dragging your fingers across his shoulders, over his chest, down his abs. It’s a greedy touch and one that he returns. His palms move along your body, kneading and squeezing at any flesh he can grab. It feels so good that you think you might pass out– but it’s still not enough. Something is still missing. You feel… empty.

His fingers trace across your stomach and it’s too late to realize what’s happening before he’s circling your clit. You jerk and jolt at the touch, but he presses his chest to yours, pinning you. The throbbing only worsens when his fingers settle into a rhythm.

Tears leak down your cheeks. It’s too overwhelming. You’re burning– burning from the inside out. The pulsing between your thighs is all-consuming with its intensity, with its-

“Need! N-Need–” you’re crying out, but you don’t even know what to ask for– don’t even know what you need.

“God, Fuck, I know, princess,” he groans. He licks a long stripe up your neck. “But ‘s your first heat. Gotta–” he has to pause to swallow. He’s panting, now, just as lost as you are, and you get the sense that he’s restraining himself. “Gotta get you ready… go slow.”

You shake your head. Now, now, now is all you can think. You need him now. “No… please…” You bury your head in his neck and find that spot that’s pouring his spicy scent into the air. Your mouth waters and you lick him, letting your teeth graze his skin.

“Fuck!” He shivers atop you and you feel the pure strength restrained within his muscles. “Fuck- okay. Okay. Relax f’ me, princess.”

You try, you really do, but your body refuses to do anything but try to pull him closer. You feel his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, pressing them up, up, up until they’re pressed tightly to your chest and your feet are dangling on his shoulders. The position makes you whine, feeling more exposed than you ever have before.

“You on birth control, baby?”

Your brows furrow. It’s becoming harder and harder to focus on what he’s saying rather than simply the sound of his voice. Were you? You try to think, try to remember through the pit of glue that is your brain. No…

You shake your head. “N-No…”

There’s a slight pause, a beat of contemplation, and then he’s laughing. “Guess I’m bouta be a daddy then, heh.” He chuckles again and the sound rings through you with a wave of pure bliss. His lips brush your neck again, settling on your pulse and making you whine. “Don’t really mind as long as I get you.” Your head rolls back submissively, exposing your throat. Yes, yes, yes, your mind screams. There’s nothing you want more than that, you think.“Okay, here we go, baby.”

There’s hardly any more warning. One second you feel him shifting between your thighs and the next he’s pressing inside of you, feeding his cock in inch by inch. The stretch is… delicious. It burns, fuels that fire inside you, but it makes the heat feel more… pleasurable. Your back arches and your head rolls back submissively.

“Oh, fuck, princess.” His voice has gotten higher, more like a whine than anything else. When you gaze up at him you can see the flush in his cheeks, even through the fog in your mind. More, more, more your mind screams. Or maybe you say it aloud, because more is exactly what he gives you. The second you feel him tucked up against your cervix the second he begins to take you. He sets a pace that is somehow both brutal and gentle, with strokes that rattle your skull and also give you exactly what you need. His hands grip your hips, holding you still to take exactly what he wants to give. His head dips until he has his lips wrapped around your nipple, and his tongue is swirling so deliciously that you can’t help but drag your nails down his back.

Your body rocks with every thrust, teeth rattling and eyes rolling. The heat inside you grows… tighter, like it’s all pooling to your core, waiting for something you still can’t quite name.

“N-need…” You don’t know what you need, still. Only that you want to beg for it so badly it hurts.

His tongue slides away from your nipple, tracing a line up between the valley of your breasts, over your collarbone, before he finally settles on your pulse once again. The nick of his teeth makes something click in your mind. This is what you need. Bite me, bite me, bite. Claim me, claim me, claim me.

“Yes,” you breathe. Your fingers dig into his scalp, pulling him closer, coaxing his teeth to sink in, to stake their claim. “Oh God, yes. Please.” You sound delirious, you think, but then so does he when he answers.

“Not yet, princess. Not yet.” His tongue darts out to lick across your neck again and you can only sob. Why not yet? Now, now, now…

Tightness coils in your muscles, the throb at your core reaching a breaking point. You feel something coming, something like an orgasm but yet also not. You know that when whatever is pooling inside you releases, you will shatter, and you’re not sure you’ll ever be put back together.

Your nails claw across his back hard enough to draw blood and the action forces out some sort of low grumble from his chest that makes you whimper and melt into the mattress. The tip of his nose draws a line up your throat. “Keep doin’ that, baby. Mark me up.”

You don’t dare deny him. You scratch at his skin, desperately trying to pull him closer. His thrusts grow faster and your thighs begin to tremble and shake on his shoulders, overwhelmed with the intensity of all you’re feeling. You pull at him, grab at him, thread your fingers through his hair.

Your body jolts with each thrust and you’re sure you’re going to burst any moment. But you can’t. Not yet. You still need something, something he hasn’t given you yet. He groans and the sound is so delicious that you feel it sliding over your skin and settling in your bones.

“M’ gonna knot you now, princess,” he breathes. “Gonna make you feel so good. Gonna take care ‘ve you.”

You whimper at his words. You hope they’re true. You don’t think you can take much more of the incessant gnawing of need in your gut.

“Please…” your voice is hardly more than a whisper. His breath is hot as it shakes against your neck. He’s licking and nipping at you ravenously, like he needs you just as badly, like he wants to claim you as badly as you want to be claimed.

His thrusts quicken even further and your jaw falls open, neck arching. You don’t think you can hold on much longer. Apparently, neither can he.

You feel it the moment he starts to swell inside you. It’s perfect, you think. It can’t get better than this– but then it does.

His teeth graze your throat again, this time a little harsher and with a little more intent. “Mine,” he whispers. The second he bites you everything goes blurry.

You’re experiencing… heaven. There is a rush of that electricity that buzzes under your skin. It bursts forth and you feel it reaching out, forming a link between the two of you that you know is now impenetrable. It pulses and burns and you can feel him, feel his pleasure, his desire, his need for you and only you– his need to make you his. You think your souls must be blending, merging, with how deep the connection runs. You think you know him, know everything you could possibly ever need to. You know he’s the one. You know he’s yours.

It’s perfect, the way it fulfills every desire you’ve ever had, the way he notches inside your cunt like that’s where he was made to be, the way his teeth clamp around your throat and bond you together forever.

You scream for him, you think, but you can’t tell through the complete and total haze of pleasure. Your walls spasm around him, milking him for every last drop, and you feel the heat of his cum coating your cervix. The heat at your center finally releases, bursting and flooding through you in a way that feels like pure bliss has been injected into your veins. Your thighs quake and tremble with the pure intensity of it all and white spots dot your vision.

His body is tense above you, shivering with the magnitude of what’s just happened. He’s groaning into your neck, your flesh still clamped between his teeth like he never wants to let go. You’re not sure you ever want him to.

Your breaths shake in and out, lungs heaving as you finally come down. His knot is still settled deep inside you and with the few strings of consciousness that slowly filter back into your mind you know that he’ll remain there for a while.

His teeth release from your neck with a squelch that you think you would be sickening in any other context, but only makes you whimper at the loss of contact. He only hums and finds your hand, twining your fingers together as he laps at the fresh bite on your throat. It feels… amazing. Not in the way it felt before, like he was licking pure lust straight onto your skin, but more like he’s giving you a comfort you have never known in your life. You feel safe in his arms, like nothing could ever hurt you here.

His lips press a final kiss to your throat before you feel him shifting. He gently rolls you both onto your sides, getting comfortable and pulling you to his chest while you both wait for the next wave of lust to hit you. It will, you know. Sooner rather than later, too. Your mind has cleared enough to realize what’s happening, what’s to come. You won’t be leaving this room, this bed, for quite some time.

A gentle hand brushes a sweaty lock of hair from your eyes before it settles on the nape of your neck, massaging the sore muscles there. You sigh and raise your gaze to find him already looking at you, an easy smile on his lips. He has dimples, you realize, and he’s… breathtaking. And now… he’s all yours.

There’s a beat of silence between you, a moment of reconciliation with what’s just happened between you, of what it means. You blink up at him, your lips parting to say something, anything, but instead your brows furrow in thought.

His smile drops instantly. He leans into you, thumb caressing your cheek. “What is it, sweetheart?”

Your mouth runs dry. You peek up at him from beneath your lashes. “What’s your name?”

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nouearth · 8 months

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rated i for impatient.

steve harrington x male reader.

summary: in the middle of a slow afternoon at family video, steve has an idea on how to past time, and it involves you and your mouth.

wc: 3.4k. warnings: explicit smut, handjob (r!giving), blowjob (r!giving), mouth-fucking, deep-throating, lots of spit, gagging, bantering, workplace quickie, co-workers, established relationship, rough!steve, but also gentle!steve, bigdick!steve.

a/n: and it's been a hot minute since i've written smut, as well as a full one-shot!! i swear, i feel like my small hiatus made me forget everything, lol. but i hope it's as good as my other stories and i also hope you guys enjoy steve's first appearance on my blog!

“Dude, you seriously couldn’t wait?”

Heavy footsteps followed Steve as he dragged your trudge into the storage closet. Even though his back faced you, he responded with a shimmy of his shoulders, the flight of muscles equally excited to cease the sluggish afternoon.

“Oh, come on!” He shut the door once you entered with a distressed groan. Though, he knew you didn’t mean it despite your pointed tone.

“I know you want to.” Steve sang with a tease, cornering you against the door with a playful dance, and a smile that had charmed you since the first time you had met him.

You’d been keeping track at how many times Steve had simply captivated you with his presence. It was embarrassing because you’d lost count since day one. The only statistic that you did know was that you were losing.

Losing bad.

Always a goody two-shoes and extra responsible, yet somehow, you were never a prude and knew how to have fun. If only you weren’t so hesitant in this moment. It was your first week, your fourth day at Family Video, and you wanted to make a great impression, even if it was only something to fill up your time during the summer.

He continued to dance, singing a tune that had been stuck in his head since three mornings ago, and your lips curled into smile while he performed within the narrow space. A few stumbles threw him off balance, but upon seeing your lips bitten to hold back a laugh, the following trip had been intentional.

Steve collided into you, though barely as he caught his weight against the door. A whisper of gasp dried your throat when the sudden thump by your shoulders jolted you and his face rushed close to yours like a bullet. Your gaze widened in surprise, only for them to roll once it catalogued the mischief on his face. “You know Keith kind of hates you, right? You’re going to be fucked if he catches you slacking again.”

“Me?! I’m sorry, are you a ghost or something? A figment of my imagination? Worse… I’ve huffed paint too many times when I was little, and now it’s all catching up to me.” There was amusement on his face and it reflected off of your smile.

You straightened your posture to match his eye level, and rebutted his theory with the light touch of your nose to his. He laughed, wrapping his arms around your torso. “You’d get in trouble too, you know. Last time I checked, most sexual acts involve at least two participants.”

“Yeah, well, he likes me unlike you! If anything, he’d probably blame you for being a bad influence or something.” The possible truth expelled a groan out of Steve, but it doesn’t stop him from pouring the remainder of his frustration into your mouth.

You took him in stride, earlier hesitance burying into the back of your mind when the fresh mint of his breath began haunting your mouth. Then, completely into obscurity when his tongue slid over yours, sloppily in hopes of awakening a fruitful lust, akin to his, within you.

“Steve… come on,” You pulled away, but Steve immediately captured your lips again in a tongue-swelling kiss. “What if customers come in?” You panted in between breaths, squeezing at his firm back to distract yourself from the growing tent within your khakis.

“I’ve been here longer than you, studied the activity down to the seconds.” He pressed into you, hip to hip, until you could feel his own muscle growing against yours. “We have at least ten minutes.”

“Ten?! Dude, that’s not enough—“

“Please?” Steve suddenly pulled your hand from his back and into the firmness of his bulge, looking into you with a desperation that rivaled the yearning freedom of his erection. “Please…” The curl of your hand was imposed by his grip, folding them until you had a handful of his bulge, throbbing at the mere friction of your warm palm.

“Fuck,” The determination in Steve’s gaze, as well as the devilish guidance of your own cock stirring against you, had your hand leave the aching muscle for a brief moment to hastily unbuckle his belt. You pressed your lips back to his, and muttered with a grimace. “You’re owing me one after work.”

“God, I love you.” He sighed with relief upon knowing that the heavy pressure in his pants would soon be released, thanking you by taking your cheeks into the dip of his palms and kissing you warm and wet. Even if it was going to be a quick one, his main priority was to be liberated of the painful throbs that had led him to this desperate juncture.

As much as Steve hated confined spaces, the feeling of the storage space closing in on him had only been fleeting because his desire for you was gravity-defying strong. It expanded the proximity at his very will until you were the only subject framed in his field of vision.

Lips plumped from the bites he took from your flesh earlier, balmy skin speckled with a flush that he’d been the sole creator of, he couldn’t get enough of your presence. He took in your woody scent with deep inhales as he moved his lips to your neck, and your hands began digging into the waistband of his pants, pulling Steve close with a hard yank to harbor every warm breath into one another again.

With one swift pull, the belt collided with the floor and your hands worked at the zipper like a tailor until the khakis dropped and pooled around his ankles. You accompanied the leather and fabric seconds after, kneeling onto the cold surface with the eager guidance of Steve’s caresses to the back of your head.

Kneeling face-to-face with his bulge, you couldn’t stop yourself from drooling even if Steve was covered. You could outline the girth of his cock, plumping and thickening under your piquant gaze, and then throbbing when you followed the curve with your palm in eager cycles until the waistband screamed for your attention.

Your fingers hooked into the elastic band and in one slow pull, you revealed Steve’s erection in all its glory. Thick and unkempt hairs billowed first, and you played with the anticipation as you dragged the waistband over his length, weighting it downwards until all that was left covered was the plump tip that you can still taste from a few nights ago. In a final yank, Steve’s cock sprang up proudly and his groans were heavenly in its accompaniment. The weight of his large cock made him bounce in several reps before it was kept still by the warmth of your hand, then another over the remaining curve to amuse yourself with his blessed size.

“Jesus, did you not jerk off this morning? Haven’t seen or felt you this hard before...” Your mouth fell open in awe, and also in preparation to loosen the muscles in your jaw while your hands slid over him in slow strokes. Every vein throbbed at the delicate touch, pulsated strong when you squeezed a few sticky drips of his pre-cum from his spout. They would’ve landed on the undeserving floor had you not stuck your tongue out in time, lapping him up from the underside of his cock to the smooth pink rim.

His cock jumped when your other hand dropped to fondle his balls, hanging low as if they awaited to be grasped and swung. You did exactly that as you licked the slit of his tip, amusing yourself with Steve’s package that you had sucked and fucked before, yet still managed to be surprised despite your many affairs.

“Not since we last fucked, to be honest.” At first, he balled the end of his shirt and raised it high to prevent it from obstructing your view, exposing the happy trail that you always traced over with your tongue on lazy Sundays. “Guess it wasn’t the same.” But the defy work of your hands spread the boil in his stomach to the muscular arch of his back, hot and heavy on his body until the weight of his shirt was thrown off. Moans exhaled in breathy tremors as you squeezed his shaft and pulled him forward and back in wall-closing jerks.

“Well, I’m sorry for the long wait.” Your strokes continued while you sealed a wet promise to the pink glans. “I’ll make it worth it.” You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to welcome the following sticky slaps of his heavy length in disgusting delight, holding him like a marker as you patterned his thick pre-cum over your pair of lips before the salty flesh was vaulted into your mouth with an inhale.

His length pushed your mouth open in an accommodating stretch, almost pleasurable if he hadn’t been so difficult to take in. The first few inches gagged you, ached a muscle in your stomach when you flexed. It was traditional at this point, and your routine often consisted of stroking the shaft that had yet felt the heat of your mouth. The sliminess of your tongue as you bathed Steve’s cock in stomach-churning sin, lapping the musk of him from the loose scrotum to the plump head.

And it was a routine to attempt to take him again. You spat in your hand before lubing his stiff in a glaze that caught the light of his eyes, then the hiccup of his moan. “Fuck, you know I love it when you do that…”

“Yeah?” You smiled, his compliments sent straight to your erection while the sticky sounds of bubbles and drool soiled his cock in pure lust in lazy strokes, then sealed when you wrapped your lips around him again, and pushed down when the pulse of his veins beckoned you.

The size of his cock drew a moan out of you, tremors rimming the shaft while you prepared the opening of your throat little by little. Drool leaked from either corners of your mouth, staining your flushed skin and then the floor, but you hadn’t been bothered to save them despite your reputation of being a clean-freak.

When it came to Steve, you were in a state of delirium that had forgotten who you were because there was only one purpose on your mind: to pleasure.

“Shit, (M/N)—“ His hands had left you to fold his arms behind his head, allowing his silhouette to become yours to own and to rapture over as you worked him like one your favorite treats at the candy store. He slipped in and out of you, closer to the barrier of your throat with the help of his thrusts, and the only time you’d take a break was when you suckled on his balls. As his cock hung over your face, head dripping in saliva and thick pre-cum, you found enjoyment in rolling his balls like dice: another one of Steve’s favorite moves.

Steve was heavy on your tongue and the only way you could thank him for blessing you with his fruitful cock, was to love-bomb him with all of his favorite desires. You lined the underside with your tongue until your lips met the pink glans again, speckling it with a playful pecks before weighing his shaft down with your spit once again. “Have you always liked it sloppy?”

“Mm—no…” He murmured, and you looked up into the heaviness of his lids, surprised by his confession. “Not until I met you. For others, it’s kind of gross, but… you do it differently. Tastefully, and I’m not trying to be funny.”

You laughed at the unintentional joke and Steve joined your amusement with a smile, petting the back of your head before it was guided back to swallow him whole this time. Your mouth stretched wide the more he pushed you, burying the remnants of your humored-self into the pit of your throat with the ample of his throbbing erection. Your hands held around his thighs to brace for the oncoming gags and Steve does the same around your head, threading his fingers into your hair with a strong grip as he pushed, and pushed, and pushed, until tears brimmed the highlights of your eyes.

“Holy shit—“ Steve was enamored by the feeling of stuffing you whole. The confines of your mouth and throat restricted the blood flow around him, yet he couldn’t have felt himself pulsate more, stiffen harder in between your godly gags and whimpers. The scratches at his thighs was a telling sign for him to pull you back, and so he does in what felt like slow motion. His cock unsheathed out of your throat like a sleeve, unraveling a spell of gasps and bubbling moans in midst.

“You did so good, baby… fuck.” Cupping your cheek, he briefly bent down to meet you in the middle of his gratification, kissing you proud and golden on your breathless smile before he tore himself away to spit inside of your mouth and submerging his saliva down your mouth with his cock again. Despite the sting in your eyes and throat, you were compliant to his every move and welcomed the sheathing of his wet flesh in prideful determination.

Steve’s hands had moved to either sides of your head, where he had complete control of every bone and muscle of your neck, and the desire to fuck your tight mouth had become a victorious reality. Your lips pressed into his unkempt hairs when he forced you down again, tasting the sweat that had been harbored within the strands.

From then on, your gags had only become motivation as he rode the rhythm of your delectable sounds with sharp and eager thrusts. Gasps and coughs stuck to the slick of your throat while Steve’s cock fucked them down in repetitive and selfish strides. Your head moved from the guidance of Steve’s hold, meeting the bow of your head with a forward thrust and ramming into the back of your throat while you spilled sheltered saliva—thick and bubbly in its journey to form a puddle on the floor. He repeated after barely giving you enough time to catch your breath, choking and fucking your mouth with his cock while you writhed on your knees in intimidation.

Steve sheltered you close, curling his body over you as a satisfied moan added to the thick air when he shoved your head deep in between his legs, keeping you still in midst of your squirms. Whenever you tried to pull back, Steve only thrusted and pushed you further into your struggle for freedom. He drowned you in your own saliva, locked you of your only source of oxygen as your nose pressed deep into his pelvis, and gagged you to the point of leaving scars on his thighs as your fingers curled into his flesh, desperate for a whisper of air to breathe back into you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You finally get your wish when he yanked you back, and you inhaled with a slobbering gasp, coughing out the oxygen that he had buried from within you.

Throughout all of this, you gazed beautifully up to him, Steve thought. From the highlights of the whites to the color of your orbs, you glistened like nature past dew point, and his chest swelled in agreement. His heart pulsed faster than the rhythmic sucks and strokes of your mouth and hand as you’ve gone back to sucking him, fisting him into your mouth as your mouth began aching from deep-throating, breath recovering from being face-fucked. It was a curse that you put on him, where he closed his eyes to the merit of your tongue and couldn’t bear to look at you again because if he did, he knew he could come all over your face right then and there.

“Close—fuck.” His shoulders rolled back and one hand pushed the sweat off his forehead back into the fluff of his hair, while the other maintained on your head, keeping you in close proximity.

“Fuck, Steve…” You sniffled, desperately tasting the salt off the tip of his cock while you snapped your wrist back and forth in jerking him off. Your free hand ran over his stomach, then down his flexed thighs, and you squeezed to remind him that he was spellbound under your touch. His gaze casted downwards to meet yours once again, and he nodded as if he understood.

The pressure on the back of your head hardened, but it was your own will that had you slobbering all over him again. You took him his cock back in with desperation, the memory of how salty he had tasted days prior fortifying your delirious state of mind. You sucked Steve off, swallowed him whole, fucked him into your fist, then into your mouth, and it would repeat until he nested his hand into your hair, tightly curling them into a fist as he came undone into your mouth.

“Fuck—“

Steve’s cock pulsed in heavy bounces and his balls bounced in its drain as he emptied himself inside of you. Warm and thick seed accompanied the fill of your mouth, and your hand reached down to massage his sack, aiding the scrotum to dump the remaining few shots into the pool of cum. Slowly, you pulled back with your lips pressed tight in caution of wasting the fresh fluid, and you swallowed slow and proud, savoring every gulp that ran down your violated throat as if it the cure to the sore. He watched you, panting heavily, and his cleansed cock twitched as you quenched upon his energy for the day.

“You don't have to swallow it al—“ Before he could finish his question, you stuck your tongue out to reveal the abyss of your mouth, and the limp of his cock roused with one more throb before finally hanging low in between his legs. Steve was left astonished, and there was a flicker in his eyes before he helped you back on your feet. “Come here, I need to kiss you right now.”

A laugh was caught in between your lips when Steve kissed you with a familiar sweetness that always rattled the butterflies in your stomach. He pulled you close to pacify the flutter of their wings, and sighed into you before a hand gently caressed the middle of your throat. “Did I go too hard?”

“I would’ve said something if you did, Steve.” You’d come to realize that it always took more than a smile and comforting words to appease his guilt, and so you pressed fleeting pecks to the center of his lips, then began massaging the sensitive fill of his cock in slow turns. “I mean, if you want, we can go for round two right now and—“

“Okay, okay.” He pressed a laugh into your lips and leaned his forehead onto yours for the moment you two shared a gaze. Looking into you, it dismantled all of his worries, as it did for you, and it was only when the cold bit at his naked body that roused him from the daze.

“I should probably put my clothes back on.”

“Dude, are you saying that isn’t your uniform?” You gasped.

“Dude,” He took you by the back of your head again and kissed you once, grinning. “Shut up.”

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like! feedback is also much appreciated!

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darkcircles4lyfe · 1 month

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it's a story about hands (reprise)

Yeah, okay, today's the day.

I gave my blog that title for a reason, you know, and it has loomed over me for years because the hand motif is absolutely everywhere and you could go on about it forever.

Maybe that's something I'll never actually attempt to do, but this chapter, we reached a breaking point.

Before I continue, I need to give a big, big disclaimer: I do not have a physical disability, so I'm not able to speak about that from the standpoint of representation as a first-hand perspective. I have at least listened to enough disabled people to know that fictional characters who become amputees only to miraculously gain their limbs back is, um, a trope. Disabled people in general being "healed" is a conception we would really prefer to avoid here. Not to call people out, but I don't think we're giving enough space to acknowledge that.

I don’t feel comfortable making the judgement call about what should happen. I’m leaving that open. I also don't want to downplay people's emotional reactions. Honestly, I don't know if I can accurately define the line between acknowledging real pain vs. ableist pity. But I’d like to talk about the possibilities of what could happen. Other characters have definitely gotten permanent disabilities as a result of their hero work, or even just the side effects of their quirk. But, for better or worse, I don't think this case is really about representation. Not that Horikoshi won't do that justice. He might. What I'm saying is that's not his purpose for having Izuku lose his arms. It's meant to be symbolic, so we can explore what it means. The other thing I’m keeping in mind here is that Horikoshi is notorious for playing with our expectations, like, alllllll the time. I mean, just take a few chapters ago for a classic example. Eri appeared at the end, and we all assumed she was about to take some sort of action to save someone with her quirk. Then, immediately following, we were given an explanation for why that wouldn’t be happening. And now it’s clear he wanted to do that “fake out” not just as a silly cliffhanger prank, but specifically so we would know not to suspect that Eri could be the miraculous solution to Izuku’s loss of his arms. Rest assured, there is no easy way out of this.

The expectation at play in this particular instance is an old one. It’s very understated, but its subtext has burned so brightly, you’d be a fool not to notice it. It sits with anticipation like one half of a call and response. Man, I was so certain. Lots of people still are. I was really looking forward to printing the panel where it happened onto a t shirt and wearing it proudly. All the hand motifs in this story radiate thematically from a single moment, the one that started it all for Izuku.

It raises all kinds of questions about the act of saving, who needs saving, why, what does it mean, what are the dynamics of power, politics, honesty, exploitation, compassion, pity, disdain, sacrifice. Katsuki has dealt with many of these since he first rejected Izuku’s hand. While Izuku was the one who was convinced Katsuki would keep on rejecting him…

…Katsuki was the one who kept that moment in his mind all these years and eventually came to regret it.

Katsuki is the one yearning for that hand-hold, the one who has imbued it with so much more weight than it ever originally had. Izuku, in contrast, does not allow himself to dwell on what he wants. To illustrate this difference, we need to look at another piece of foreshadowing:

Ugh, do y'all remember when lots of folks were complaining about how there never seemed to be actual consequences for Izuku's destructive treatment of his own body? I don't blame them, I was concerned and confused about it too. There were several "fixes" along the way. Recovery Girl healed him, but left a physical reminder. Then he started training to fight with his legs… sometimes. Then he got support items. All of these were unsatisfying non-conclusions because they didn't present Izuku with a lasting enough impression to change in a meaningful way. They didn't address his core, his origin.

Of course, that all changed this chapter. Now it looks like our frustration was inflicted intentionally. With the current context in mind, all of these moments look more sinister, like this day was always gonna come because they kept putting bandaids on a deep emotional and psychological wound. The problem is pretty much spelled out for us here:

As Katsuki put it, he just doesn’t take himself into account, ya know? He doesn’t care what happens to him. And he lies about it, to keep others from worrying, to keep them safe. To keep them from returning the favor and putting themselves in harm’s way for his sake. His motivations are noble,

…but what about the little boy inside Izuku? Who saves him?

This is all about Izuku giving himself up to the point that he literally has no more to give. The thing is, I bet he saw this coming. He knew his limits and decided to keep going anyway, because his personal safety and wellbeing are not important. Now that way of thinking has come back to bite him because the fight isn’t over yet, and he’s already made his sacrifice. So now we know who will be more distraught over this. Not Izuku—Katsuki.

It’s not about Izuku becoming disabled, it’s about how Katsuki wanted to use the intertwining of their fingers to communicate that he would never let go. Never stop valuing him most. Never let himself make the mistake of rejecting him again. Never let Izuku be so reckless with his life. To say: “we are in this together.”…if only Katsuki believed he deserved to be able to say such things. To reach out his hand would have been the ultimate way to simply imply them and let Izuku be the one to decide. Then, to feel their hands clasped together would be more than either of them dared hope for, but so beautiful, so right. A moment they’ve waited their whole lives for.

Yeah. That’s what we were expecting. We’ve been so comfortable. Horikoshi gave us all the signs. He tempted and teased us over and over. BUT. You know he does this thing were he gives us a desirable, completely plausible and simple thing to look forward to, and then he snatches it away. And THEN he replaces it with something much better, something we were not expecting at all because it seemed too good to be true. That’s exactly what happened when Himiko snatched Izuku away, and we were robbed of the chance to see him and Katsuki fight together. In hindsight, though, I’m glad things went a different way because now there’s so much more depth and angst on display. Likewise, in the present moment, we may consider how, as one door closes, another opens.

As wonderfully meaningful as the hand-hold would have been, perhaps it is still too simple a resolution for Izuku, for his and Katsuki’s relationship. Tbh, it could have been done like 100 chapter ago. At this point, there’s so much more potential. There are a couple of ways it could go. If Izuku stays armless, Katsuki will be forced to use other methods to get his point across. He’ll have to do something else, or say what he means, or both. Yes, I’m talking about what you think I’m talking about. If I say it, I just might jinx it (lol), but I mean it. I’m being serious. Either way, if Izuku did get his arms back in the end, I’m sure that it wouldn’t be an easy fix. It would be hard-won against Izuku’s self-destructive mindset, and/or by Katsuki’s conviction. Again, I say this knowing it is not meant so much as a representation of disability, but as a representation of Izuku’s greatest character flaw taken to the extreme. I know this might sound harsh, like, hasn’t he been through enough? I get that, but… I’ve said it before and I say it again: Izuku is stubborn as hell.

I wish I had a resounding final note to end this on, but I kinda don’t. I’m not sure what’s best. Now we just have to wait and see what Horikoshi has in mind.

#lin speaks #bnha meta #bnha manga #bnha 419 #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #bkdk #dekubaku #dkbk

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rafeandonlyrafe · 6 months

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the game part one

words: 2.1k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, high sex, reader does drugs and drinks, drug dealer!rafe, male and female receiving oral, partying

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read part two here!

you watch rafe cameron carefully to learn his ways, what he likes in women, what they do to cause him to approach, or better yet, take them home. you watch as he ignores the girls who throw themselves at him, rather seeking out the hard to get, the aloof, the seemingly uninterested.

rafe cameron is a man who likes a challenge, so that is what you become. you start showing up to parties, in dresses that show the perfect amount of skin. not too much, too slutty for his taste. but not too little to hide your body.

it takes him an hour to head over to you, smirking and delivering a standard pickup line, and as much as you want to submit, you know the chase is what he likes the most, so you roll your eyes and walk away.

he follows you the rest of the night, eyes never straying too far from you no matter where you go. he doesn’t try again to speak to you that night, letting his expression do all the talking. he’s a predator, and you’re the prey he’s got his sights set on.

the next party you wear a form fitting long sleeved dress, and when you take to the dancefloor after a few drinks, you allow rafe to grind against you, feeling his large hands moving all over your body but you don’t go any further that night.

you wait a week before going out again, hoping that rafe is still invested in the game that you’re playing, and when he stalks over to you and interrupts the conversation you were having with a random man, you know you’ve got him hooked.

“can i kiss you?” rafe asks later, having spent the party by your side, either dancing or talking, mostly meaningless conversations to pass the time.

“yes.” you nod, but pull rafe away from the main party area to a darker lit corner, letting him push you up against the wall as his lips attack yours. you moan into the kiss, giving it your all, letting his tongue dominate your mouth.

“take me home.” you whisper against his lips.

“i can take you upstairs.” rafe says, fingers widening on your waist, feeling the satin material of your dress.

“i’m not letting you fuck me in some random strangers house with a party going on downstairs.” you shake your head, hoping this play works. “either take me to your house or this isn’t happening.” “why not your house?” rafe asks, but you shake your head. “unless you want to deal with my older brother, it has to be yours.”

rafe nods, staying silent for a moment as he looks down at you, like he’s trying to see if it’d actually be worth it to take you home. you jut your chest out, pressing your tits against his chest, and that has rafe giving in instantly, dragging you out towards his truck, his hand stroking dangerously high up your thigh as he speeds home.

“want a bump?” rafe asks you upon entering tanneyhill, the house completely silent as rafe has it all to himself.

“yeah.” you say, knowing you shouldn’t, but it will give you the confidence you need, so you inhale the white powder rafe offered you on the side of his finger before he leads you up to his room.

rafe sits down on his bed, looking at you expectantly. the coke now flowing through your veins has you moving instantly, taking the dress of your body and trying to keep the movements slow and sultry as you reveal the lingerie underneath. you watch rafes expression as you strip for him, the fascination on his features clear as the image he built in his head of you, the good girl not so easily willing to give it up to him like so many other girls, gets demolished and replaced with the slut you become for him when you’re alone.

you strip off your bra and underwear, twirling to give rafe a view of your body, hoping he doesn’t notice the slight flaws, like the scar that runs upon your hip, or the way one breast is slightly larger than the other. you quickly shake the thought out of your head, you’ve never felt insecure with a man before, and this is not the time to start.

you move closer to the bed, bending down to kiss rafe in his sitting position, a complete juxtaposition from when he was looming over you before. his hands trail over your naked body, touching your thighs, your hips, your waist, until he gets to your tits, groping them and playing with your nipples with his thumbs. you moan into his mouth to show your appreciation for his movements

you pull away from the kiss, admiring the glossy look in rafes eyes, mouth slightly parted and lips pink and wet from your kiss. you sink down to your knees, rafe spreading his thighs wider to accommodate your body as you waste no time pressing your hand over his erection, clearly straining against the material of his shorts.

you tug at the zipper, keeping your movements slow and teasing, but rafe is in a bigger rush than you are, lifting his hips and pulling his shorts and underwear down, his large cock jutting out and pulsating, like it’s begging you to take it in your mouth.

you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, bobbing your head up and down, moaning at the taste on your tongue, so good compared to anyone you’ve had before.

“fuck, you’re so good at that baby.” rafe moans, and you haven’t even pulled out your hidden talent of being able to deepthroat, even a cock as large as the one rafe possesses.

you suck on his tip before flicking your tongue over it, satisfied when precum coats your mouth, smiling to yourself before taking him back in your mouth, moving halfway down and then pulling off as you work him with just your mouth, not wanting to bring your hands up to take away from the blowjob you’re giving him.

you pull off and take a deep breath before pushing your head forward, relaxing your throat and letting his cock push all the way down until your nose is nuzzled against his skin, having to repeatedly swallow as to not choke.

you feel rafes cock pulsate in your mouth, but then his hand is in your hair and you’re being pulled off. you frown at rafe as the line of spit connecting your mouth to his cock breaks.

“i wanted your cum.” you say sadly, looking at his cock, the tip a gorgeous pink color that is practically begging you to take back in your mouth.

“and i want to fuck you. get up here.” rafe tugs on your hair gently, just enough to signal that he wants you up on the bed. he pulls his shirt off as you climb up, placing one hand on his chest and having him lay back against the pillows.

“gonna ride you.” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his sweet lips.

“mmm, let me taste that pussy first.” rafe says, and makes no effort to move, and that’s when you realize he’s meaning to have you sit on his face.

“wanna feel your cock though.” you pout, but despite your protests you begin to climb up his body, positioning your knees on either side of his head as your pussy hovers over his face.

“and you will, after i get a taste.” rafe gives you no time to lower yourself on your own, his hands coming to your hips and pulling you straight down onto his face.

his mouth opens, greedily eating out your cunt, already wet just from sucking him off. you moan and have to grip onto the headboard for support as he slurps and sucks, prodding at your hole but ignoring the one place you really want his mouth.

you try to angle your hips to get him to give your clit some attention, but rafe keeps you in place with his hands, occasionally sliding down your hips to grip your ass as your pussy drips into his mouth.

rafe murmurs something against your skin, and you can’t make it out fully but you think he may be saying delicious. he finally drags his wide tongue upward, swirling around your clit before finally giving it a teasingly quick flick.

you cry out, legs shaving as he doesn’t give you any time to get used to the sensation, sucking your clit into his mouth. you feel your orgasm beginning to build, shocked that it’s happening so quickly, but rafes mouth is so skillful.

just when you’re about to go over the edge, rafe lifts your hips up. before you can complain, he’s lining you up with his cock, head pushing into your entrance. you get control of your body again as you sink down the rest of the way, letting a shudder move through your body when he’s fully inside.

“you’re so big.” you tell rafe, circling your hips as you get used to the movement before you begin to bounce, hands bracing on his abs.

rafe keeps his grip tight on your hips, his chin and cheeks shiny with your slick as you continue to bounce and grind, leaning forward and licking over the wetness, tasting yourself on his skin before connecting your lips, making out as you ride him.

“your pussy feels so good.” rafe moans, and you smile against his lips, giving one more peck before you sit back up, straightening to get a better angle as rafe begins to push his hips up against yours, adding to the movements as you work in motion together.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum.” rafe warns, and you move one hand away from his abs to rub at your clit, not surprised neither of you can last long after both almost cumming.

“inside me, please. i’m on the pill.” you probably should have discussed it with rafe beforehand, but you couldn’t imagine asking him to wear a condom, not when you get to feel him fill you.

“fuck, y/n!” rafe yells out, hips jutting up as he cums, his warmth filling your insides as you rub yourself to completion, body falling forward, unable to hold yourself upwards as you cum, his cock still lodged deep inside of you as you slowly stop moving your fingers against your clit.

“that was amazing.” rafe huffs, hand coming to rub at your back.

you let out a yawn, pulling off of rafes cock, letting his cum drip out onto his abs until you can’t push any more out of you.

“let me clean us up real quick.” rafe kisses your cheek as you flop onto the bed next to him, letting out another yawn.

rafe reemerges from the bathroom with a washcloth, being extra careful when wiping your pussy down before tossing it into the hamper, flopping down onto the mattress with a yawn of his own.

“you don’t mind me sleeping here?” you ask.

“i wouldn’t make you leave.” rafe sounds almost hurt when you ask, and it makes a pang of guilt shoot through your chest.

you smile, letting rafe pull you into him. you press your head to his chest, not surprised by how quickly rafes breathing turns deep, slipping into a deep sleep. you wait, you’re not sure how long but it’s at least an hour, before sneaking out of bed, making sure to move slowly and carefully to not wake rafe up.

your body misses his heat as you get dressed, smirking to yourself when you leave your underwear on the floor for rafe to find in the morning.

you head carefully down the stairs, making sure nothing creaks too loud as you search the house silently, keeping your ears open in case rafe wakes up. you’re about to give up when you find a storage closet, eyes widening when you open it to find the shelves full of packed cocaine, along with a few briefcases that upon peeking inside reveal they store money.

found camerons stash. meet me outside in 5 minutes. you send your accomplice a text, smirking to yourself as you grab as much of the cocaine as you can carry.

you spent weeks devising the plan, of getting rafe to fall for you and get yourself into his house, into his bed, only to rob him blind. it’s not your fault he didn’t recognize you as the younger sister of his only rival dealer on the island.

you load everything into the vehicle, briefly glancing up at rafes window with a smile on your face, knowing that you just won the real game.

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thesecretwriter · 10 months

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how each moon boy would react to you randomly ignoring them (sfw).

summary: what the title says!

warning: fluff, maybe slight angst?

word count: 919 words

a/n: nothing really, just hope you enjoy sweet fluff ft moon boys.

minors/ageless blogs dni.

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Steven Grant:

“Love, do you think we could get some takeout tonight?”

“…”

“Love?”

He walked towards where you were sitting in bed, huddled with pillows and blankets. He briefly smiled at the sight, but frowned when your eyes didn’t meet his.

You were trying so hard to bite back the smile at the sight of his confused expression.

The bed dipped on his side as he sat next to you. His arms make their way around you and pull you closer.

“Oi. I asked you something,” his tone still held confusion, but also slight urgency.

You took your phone in hand and started to scroll on social media, still ignoring him.

“Am I invisible or something?” he tried to snatch your phone out of your hand but failed when you turned away from him.

“What did I do?”

His tone quickly changed to hurt, and that was one thing you couldn’t resist.

Steven would never intentionally hurt you… or anyone. So, hearing him like that pulled at your heart strings.

You set your phone down and turn to him, pulling him towards you the same way he did.

“Nothing baby, you didn’t do anything. Was just messing with you,” you said and peppered kisses on his face.

He huffed at your words and pulled away.

“Not funny,” he mumbled and got out of bed.

“Steven, I was kidding,” you follow him into the kitchen. His back still turned to you.

He walked towards one of his many books and takes one before walking back to bed and opening it to read.

You scoff in amusement.

“Are you ignoring me now?” you say with a chuckle.

He remained as he was and flipped to the next page of the book.

“Fine, I’ll just go get food for myself then,” you walk towards the front door.

“WAIT,”

Marc Spector:

“We need to go grocery buying later,” he said looking into the fridge as he opened a can of coke.

Usually, you would acknowledge what he said with a hum, but you remained quiet as you watched TV.

He raised an eyebrow at your lack of response but chalked it up to you being invested in your show.

His arms made their way around your shoulders like they normally did as he joined you on the couch, however, you pulled away from him.

The look on his face almost made you burst with laughter as you saw it from the side of your eye.

“Why’re you being moody?” the question was accompanied by a tone of annoyance.

Oh? So, you’re moody now.

You continued to ignore him and watch TV as he set the can of coke on the small coffee table.

“I’m talking to you here,” he motioned with his hands, now looking at you with a slight glare and tight lips.

“…”

After a few moments he got up from the couch.

“Infuriating woman,” he mumbled and walked towards your bed.

That’s when you threw the couch pillow at him.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around scarily slow. You knew what was coming and ran towards the bathroom to escape, but alas he was too quick for you.

You were hoisted over his shoulder as he walked towards your bed and as soon as you were on your back, he began tickling you.

“I’m s-sorry… please marc, stop!” you said between laughter.

“Are you gonna talk to me now?”

“YES,”

He laid next to you and waited for an explanation.

“I was ignoring you, as a joke,” you said with a mischievous smile.

He sighed in disdain and then continued to tickle you till tears stung your eyes.

Jake Lockley:

He locked the front door behind him and walked further into the apartment.

He just got back from work and wanted nothing more than to enjoy your company as you talked his ear off about your day.

It was silent as he entered your shared room where you were reading. You didn’t glance up and meet his eyes with a warm smile like you typically did.

“Hello, mi corazón. I got you that candy you wanted,”

The candy was placed in your lap, and he paused for you to say something.

“Mi corazón?”

He waited for the kiss on the cheek that he always got when he came home.

“…”

He raised a brow and stood at the beside looking at you. Stubbornly, he took the book out of your hand and closed it.

Generally, you would try and take the book back from him or snap at him, but since you were playing with him. You got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Jake being hot on your heels.

“Entonces será así, sólo vas a ignorarme?” (You’re just going to ignore me?)

You open the cupboard and take out a bowl and some noodles – continuing to ignore him. You walk to the stove and prepare to make the noodles.

Jake stands behind you and waits.

“Mi corazón?”

“…”

He let out a huff of frustration and forced you to turn toward him.

His lips were on yours in a demanding kiss, you automatically returned the kiss and let your hands lay on his chest as he pulled you towards him.

“Did I do something?” he asked in a grumpy tone.

You shook your head.

“Just playing around with you,” you smiled, still feeling giddy from the kiss.

He replied by bringing his lips to yours again.

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volterraqueen · 6 months

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Enchanted ~ Caius Volturi One-Shot

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A/N ~ this is probably my favorite piece I’ve ever written and I hope y’all enjoy it 💜 posting off moblie so I apologize for any formatting issues. Also this is dedicated to @felixschokehold and @mell1806-blog who helped hype me up to finally write something lol.

Word count ~ 1122

Summary ~ Your first kiss with Caius 💜

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Caius had caught you walking home alone earlier in the night.

Again.

It had become quite a common occurrence for your roommate to leave you alone while she left different clubs and restaurants with strangers each night.

It did used to hurt your feelings getting left at various places, especially by her. But now you didn’t mind as much as it meant more time with your red-eyed creature who couldn’t seem to stay away from you. Just about every night he would find you, and walk home with you. Caius would gently loop your arm with his and scold you for how dangerous it was for a young woman to be walking alone at night. He never missed a moment to be alone with you, and tonight was no exception.

Sorta.

Demetri and Felix, who he described as his coven mates and in a way business partners were never far from his side. While they had been very polite in the few times you had met and gave you and Caius plenty of space, they honestly scared you more than you wanted to admit. But they were nowhere to be found tonight.

Thankfully.

Although deep down you knew they were close.

But as far as you knew, it was just you and Caius alone as you stepped into your apartment. A first time occurrence for Caius. As you showed him the small space he was quiet throughout, there wasn’t much to show. Two small bedrooms and one bathroom and then the kitchen that was connected to the living room. Caius was more curious about the space you occupied more than anything.

He curiously looked around your room as you got clothes for a needed shower, your voice filled the room as you randomly babbled about your day to him. His eyes scanned your bookshelf, which were mostly fantasy novels mixed in with various college textbooks. He ran his fingers over your unmade bed, along your notebooks filled with various subjects, and finally came back to your side to trace the bottom of your spine to the top. His cold hand made you shiver.

Setting your clothes down you turned around to face his direction. You couldn’t help but smile up at him. Eyes twinkled as you moved your hands to rest on his chest. “I’m really glad you are here,” You whispered to him.

Moving your arms you pulled him into a closer embrace. As his arms followed suit he replied looking down at you. “As am I, Mí Cara, you can learn many things about someone by the way they live. And you, for some reason, I cannot know enough of.”

Being so close to Caius almost made you dizzy. There was no heartbeat as your head rested on his chest. No warmth. Just his natural intoxicating scent. You had never been this close for it to hit you as hard as it is right now. You could stay here forever.

Thoughts of a shower knocked you out of the trance he had you in. You very reluctantly pulled away. “Let me take a shower and you can get to know me as much as you want.”

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“It is quite rude to leave your guest waiting for too long.” He sighed, pretending to be annoyed as you sat down beside him. Caius lightly pulled you closer to his side, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear, before wrapping his arms around you. His amused smile came back as he looked down at your grinning face.

You couldn’t help but laugh. Time meant nothing to this creature.

“You’ve waited a long time for me, I figured a couple more minutes wouldn’t hurt.” You teased him back; Giggling as you pulled a blanket over yourself, and reaching for your phone to stream music on your TV.

Caius didn’t seem to produce any body heat or even retain heat, a blanket was definitely needed.

“Taylor Swift?” He questioned you. “I am not familiar with her music”

“Really? Never?” You were surprised, especially when he’s mentioned in the past he is a very old creature, with all that age, how could he be oblivious to her music?

“Well we will start out with my favorite song then.” Picking up the phone again, you put on Enchanted.

There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely place

Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you

A small sigh escaped you as you cuddled against Caius, letting yourself enjoy the moment. With one hand you grabbed him and intertwined your fingers. They were just as pale as the rest of his body, and just as cold. The longer you gazed at them the more you noticed what seemed to be… bite marks? Scattered all over. You couldn’t help the sudden worry that came over you. Who would hurt Caius like this?

“Those scars are very old and long since healed mía cara.” Caius assured you. His voice lifted your eyes to connect with his. They were a brighter red than when you last saw them. Similar to a flawless Ruby, if they could even compare to his beauty.

“These hands have seen many battles, and will possibly see many more conflicts to come. But I can assure you these hands will never bring harm to you.” He continued, while holding your gaze. His free hand came up to gently stroke your face.

“You have not been scared of my presence the entire time we’ve been in each other’s company, I would like to keep it that way. Which will be more difficult the more you see of me and know of me. Just know Mia Cara, you are one I could never bring harm to. You have my word.” Caius promised you. His red eyes were intense with emotion looking into yours. Those words genuinely came from his heart. It left you speechless.

Speaking of hearts, yours felt like it was going a million miles a minute. You could feel every beat, every rush of blood to different parts of your body. The mix of his words and the close proximity to you had such an effect on you. And he knew.

Caius kept his eyes on yours as he slowly moved in closer. His hand which had been stroking your face, had moved downwards and rested on your neck. Feeling your warm skin and the thud of your heart underneath. His breath was cool and intoxicating as it hit your face. You couldn’t wait any longer.

You closed the gap that separated your lips.

All I know is, I was enchanted to meet you.

#volturi #caius #caius twilight #caius volturi #the volturi #caius x reader #Caius Volturi x reader #volturi x reader #twilight #Caius Volturi one shot

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daisies-daydreams · 7 months

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141 + König x reader finding out we took a secret photo of them and set it as our phone’s wallpaper? this is something I totally would do

Pairing: König/TF 141 x F!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: Descriptions of breastfeeding (Ghost’s only), Brief mentions of nudity (non-explicit) Word Count: 1.2k+

A/N: Hello there! It’s so good to hear from you again! I loved this request, there were so many fun/fluffy scenarios I thought of. 🥰 I hope you enjoy!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

König

The two of you were snuggled on the deck of König’s cabin. The snowy Alps stood proudly in the distance as a blanket of morning fog rolled over the valley.

“Could you please get my phone, hon? I want to take a picture of the mountain range,” you smiled sweetly. König nodded before pressing a small kiss to your temple.

“Of course, mein Liebling,” he grinned. He stepped back inside and grabbed your phone. The giant man hummed when he saw your screen light up with a picture of you and him lying on a picnic blanket. His cheeks dusted with pink as he remembered that day: the two of you out for a lunch in the park.

He was so exhausted from his last mission that he fell asleep not long after his first bite. König’s heart softened a little as he laid eyes on you kissing his cheek while he slept, a patch of strawberry jam still lingering on the corner of his mouth. He smiled as he stepped back outside.

“What are you smiling about?” you giggled.

“Oh, nothing,” König chuckled as he handed you your phone. You raised a brow before swiping left and opening your camera. König sat down next to you again, watching as you took a few photos. “You’re a great photographer,” he grinned. You smiled sheepishly.

“You think so?” you asked. Your love nodded before kissing the back of your hand.

“I do…I really do,” he beamed. “Your screensaver says it all,” König added. Your eyes widened a little as you nearly dropped your phone. He chuckled as you fumbled around.

“Y-You don’t think it’s weird?” you asked. The corners of König’s eyes creased as he smiled.

“Nein, it’s adorable,” your love grinned ear to ear.

Gaz

Kyle huffed when his phone died right in the middle of him following a recipe.

“Hey babe!” he called.

“Yeah?” you replied with a stuffy nose.

“Could I borrow your phone? Mine just died,” he asked. Kyle heard you shuffle around the living room before you walked in wearing sweats and a tank top. “Sorry, hon,” he apologized as you shrugged.

“Are you sure you want it? I don’t want to make you sick, too,” you sniffed before sneezing into the crease of your elbow. Kyle frowned before handing you a tissue. “Thank you,” you said as you swapped your phone for the tissue.

“Go get some rest. I’ll bring you some soup when I’m done,” he said with a soft smile. You nodded and shuffled back to the couch.

Kyle sighed before turning your phone on. He blinked when he saw a photo of him standing on the end of a boat with his arms outstretched. Your love chuckled as he remembered the fishing trip…and how he made that pose moments before disaster. He shivered a bit as the phantom feeling of cold water washed over him.

Your boyfriend finished up the soup before bringing some to you. You gave a tired smile as he came over and handed you the mug of hot soup.

“Thank you, baby,” you murmured.

“‘Course,” he winked before sitting down next to you. He slid your phone onto the arm of the chair as he settled in. “Good thing you brought a phone protector on our fishing trip, huh?” he gave a wry grin as he nudged your elbow. You gave him a cheeky smile.

“I knew you'd see it eventually,” you giggled.

Simon

Simon mirrored your smile as he pushed the stroller along. The farmer’s market was bustling with shop goers and vendors alike, the warm spring air carrying scents of sweet fruits and treats. The two of you pulled up to a booth selling honey sticks when your baby began to sniff. You sighed as you looked at your watch.

“I guess it’s that time,” you said before taking your infant from his comfy seat. Your son squirmed in your arms as he started to pout. “I know, honey,” you cooed. Simon met your gaze before tilting his head towards the picnic tables.

"Let's head over there, yeah?" he suggested.

"Good idea," you smiled. You made your way to one of the empty tables. He helped drape a nursing cover up over your shoulders as you tucked your son beneath it.

Simon raised a brow when your phone suddenly buzzed. Without even thinking he glanced over, a warm smile crossing his rugged, scarred face.

A picture of him holding your precious, newborn son glowed brightly on your screen. His throat tightened as he looked at how small his boy was in his thick, muscular arms. Your little one had his tiny hand wrapped around his father's thick finger.

"Thought you'd be asleep," your husband said as he looked between you and your phone. You peeked at the screensaver and laughed.

"I'm more sneaky than you think," you winked playfully. Simon chuckled, his heart feeling more full than ever as he admired his beautiful family.

Price

“Oh shoot!” you gasped.

“What’s wrong, hon?” Price asked as he pushed your chair in.

“I forgot my purse in the car,” you said. Price smiled.

“I’ll get it, you go ahead and order our drinks,” he winked. You giggled and nodded.

“Don’t take too long,” you winked back. Price chuckled. He adored the fact that, despite being years into your marriage, the two of you still acted like you were in your honeymoon phase.

Price strolled outside the restaurant and unlocked the car. He snatched your purse before watching as your phone slipped out. His eyes widened as it slapped against her pavement.

Your husband clenched his jaw as he picked it up, thankful that there wasn’t a single scratch. He paused when your phone lit up with a familiar image.

Your oldest daughter remained perched on his shoulders. A giraffe tilted its neck down as the thee-year-old held out a small bundle of leaves, her face lit up with joy as her favorite animal ate from her hand.

The corners of the Captain’s eyes creased as he smiled. He slid your phone back into your purse before walking inside, ready to spend the night out with his lovely wife.

Johnny

Your boyfriend hummed along to the melody as he swayed side to side. The two of you were dancing in your kitchen, your head on his chest as he kept a hand on your lower back. The song slowly came to an end. Johnny smiled before pressing his lips against yours, only to jolt when an upbeat song started to play.

“Agh, sorry,” you laughed as you paused your phone. He happened to catch a glance at your screensaver, which looked like a blurred version of him fast asleep.

“What you got there?” Johnny grinned. You blinked and looked down at your phone.

“What? My phone?” you giggled as you held it up. Your boyfriend snorted and shook his head. “Hey!” you protested when he snatched it. “Johnny!” you said. The Scotsman smirked as he held it high above your head.

“Lemme see,” he smiled before opening your phone. His grin grew as he saw an image of him bathed in the early morning light, the bedsheets hanging loose around his naked hips as he slept peacefully. You bit your lip as you glanced away.

“I-It was just-“ you paused when he kissed your cheek.

“I love it,” he said with sparkling eyes. You smiled sheepishly as he handed you your phone. “Though it would look better if you included my arse in it,” Johnny winked.

“Johnny,” you chastised as he chuckled.

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flightlessangelwings · 8 months

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Ktober 2023 Day 1- Overstimulation

Pero Tovar x fem!reader

Word count- 1.3k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), f receiving oral, established relationship, reader wears a corset and is a waitress, no use of y/n

Notes- Starting the month off with an idea I've had in my drafts for some time so it's the perfect opportunity to use it! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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The tavern bustled with life and laughter, and you hurriedly ran drinks to the many tables. Men eyed you up and down as your tightly fit corset accented your body perfectly, but you paid them no mind. You just filtered back enough to get them to leave you a little something extra in the way of coin when they left. No, there was only one man you wanted to share your bed with.

And he just walked through the front door.

“Señor Tovar,” you purred as you sauntered up to him, “What will it be tonight?”

He smirked as he rested a hand on your hip, “You, querida,” his tone was low as he eyed the other men who had jealousy clear on their faces.

“This way,” you set down your drinks and slid your hand in his, leading him upstairs…

“Ay… Fuck… Pero…” you moaned as the mercenary laid comfortable between your parted legs. In private, you were on a first name basis, among other things.

It took Pero no time at all to strip you of your garments, and he quickly became an expert at unlacing your corset. It was something he was particularly proud of. Pero growled as you laid bare for him, spread out on the bed with your legs parted, just the way he liked it, and he wasted no time in diving in.

There were few things Pero enjoyed more than eating you out. He spent hours between your legs, licking and sucking you until you cried for mercy and begged him to stop. The taste of you was the sweetest nectar he had ever had, and from the first moment his tongue touched your pussy, Pero was addicted.

“You taste so good, querida,” he purred in that tone he saved only for you.

Heat quickly built up in your body as your mind swam in pleasure. You arched your back and moaned loudly as Pero’s tongue flicked and licked at your clit, knowing exactly what spots drove you absolutely wild. His large hands dug into the flesh of your thighs as he kept them parted to allow him better access to your body.

“Fuck!” you cried out as you buried your hands in his hair, “Pero… I’m gonna…”

He groaned into you as you yanked at his thick locks, but he never let up. Pero ran his tongue along your clit over and over again, nodding his head as he pushed you over the edge. His cock twitched as he listened to the screams of your climax- music to his ears. He savored the way your legs shook on either side of his head and you couldn’t hold back your moans even if you wanted to.

Just as you let out a whimper, Pero pulled away with a loud pop and looked at you with dark, lust-blown eyes. He hissed a curse in Spanish as he watched your breasts rise and fall with your heavy breaths as you came down from your peak.

“Que hermosa,” Pero groaned as he waited for you to open your eyes.

When you did, you saw him staring down at you with a look you had never seen before. Sure you saw the lustful gaze in his eyes, but underneath, there was something else… something more. It was subtle, but you had known him long enough to notice slight shifts like that.

But, before you could address, Pero growled and dove back into you, licking at your pussy with renewed fervor. Your head dropped back down to the bed as you screamed even more loudly as he devoured you like a man starved.

Pero used his strong grip to push your legs apart even further, too consumed with need to care about anything other than the taste of you. He felt your legs tremble under his grasp as your second orgasm hit quickly and just as strongly as the first one.

This time, however, Pero did not break away.

He kept going, licking and sucking you as if you were his last meal on earth. He savored your cries, your moans, your whimpers, your screams as you soon came again under his expert tongue. Pero’s cock practically screamed him to fuck you, in need of his own release, but he ignored it. He was completely lost in you, in your pussy, to even think about himself.

It was the first time that had happened to him.

Pero continued his attack on your pussy as he moved one hand to push two thick fingers into you. You bucked your hips and screamed as you felt the calloused digits enter you, hitting your sweet spot inside with accuracy.

“Pero! Ah!” you cried out as you clutched into his scalp for dear life.

He groaned your name in between kissing your pussy as he thrust his fingers in and out of you at a fast and harsh pace. The long fingers hit deep inside you, making you see stars as your eyes rolled back and tears fell down your cheeks. It only took a few more thrusts for you to cum again with another loud scream.

Your body trembled uncontrollably as you came down from your peak, Pero slowing down for a moment to allow you time to catch your breath, “Pero…” you breathed as you sniffled, “I can’t…”

Pero hushed you with surprising gentleness, “Yes you can, querida,” he purred as he slowly thrust his fingers once more, “I am not finished with you yet.”

“Please…” you begged as fresh tears filled your eyes.

Pero whispered your name as he stopped all his movements. He wanted for you to meet his eyes before he spoke again, “I think you can give me one more, querida,” he paused, “Can you?”

You swallowed hard as you caught your breath. Your body felt like it was on fire, and your emotions spiraled in your head from the many consecutive climaxes. But the way Pero looked at you gave you newfound strength. You trust him, after all, and you knew that if you truly had enough, all you had to do was say so and he would stop.

You nodded.

Pero smirked, “That’s my good girl,” he cooed before he dipped back into your pussy.

Instead of a harsh and rough pace, however, Pero was slower, gentler, as if he was making love to you with his tongue. You moaned loudly, your body already trembling under the pressure of his tongue. Tears spilled down your face once more, but they were also different this time. It was overwhelming in the best way, and suddenly you craved more just as he did.

It didn’t take long for your last orgasm to build within you. “Pero…” you sighed as you arched your back, parting your legs as much as you could, offering yourself to him completely.

“That’s it querida,” he praised in between licks and sucks as you fell apart under him once more. Pero savored the taste of you as you gushed into his mouth and squeezed his fingers with your inner muscles. At the same time, you cried out his name and clung to him wherever you could grab. He liked it when you clung to him like that.

When your climax was completely ridden out, Pero finally broke away from you and trailed a line of open mouthed kissed up your body until he took your mouth with his. He swallowed the moan you let out and he wiped away any stray tears as his tongue tangled with yours.

“Thank you for the meal, querida,” Pero smirked as he crashed down onto the bed and pulled you into his arms.

You let out an exhausted laugh, but then you paused, “What about you?” you asked.

“Hush, querida,” he murmured, “You need your rest first.”

A smile lit up your face, though Pero couldn’t see it from the way he held you; underneath all the tough and gruff exterior, you knew that Pero Tovar had some kindness in him. But, what you didn’t know was just how much fondness he held for you. Perhaps someday he would tell you out loud. Until then, Pero’s actions spoke loudly enough, and that was just fine for both of you.

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 10 months

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just to be nearby

Peter Quill x F!Reader

Prompt: "I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

Summary: quill has spent months drunkenly wallowing over gamora, and you’ve been avoiding him the whole time. now, he’s impossible to escape, but you might be just the thing he needs to start to move on.

Warnings: adult content, alcoholism, angst

Word Count: 1,782

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You stirred as you felt the mattress shift beneath you, a second’s confusion clouding your tired mind before you recognized the familiar rhythm of his breathing and the scent of leather and warm spice. Still, your brow furrowed even as your fingers stropped curling around the handle of the blade tucked between the mattress and the wall beside it.

“Quill?”

He hesitated where he loomed over you, and you rolled over, halfway onto your back to crane your neck towards him. It took your eyes a moment to adjust to the lack of light, but you made out the shape of him, a shadow in a darker shade of black than the room around him. His voice came quietly, his words heavy. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“Did you—?” Only the fact that you were still half-asleep stopped you from scoffing incredulously. Still, the darkness kept your volume no higher than a hiss. “It’s the middle of the night and you’ve just broken into my quarters! Of course you woke me!”

“Sorry,” he said again, and you frowned as you noticed the slurring of his words. You inhaled, the all-too-familiar scent of alcohol flooding your nose. “Sorry, I—”

You sighed, running a hand over your eyes. The last few days… you’d thought he’d been improving. After Mantis dropped their familial bomb and after all the crap with Kevin Bacon… he’d seemed like he was starting to ease up with the self-medication over losing Gamora. You’d lost count of how many times you’d watched the others pull him up from where he’d passed out on the floor or slumped over a table and carry him off to his bunk. But you… you’d been keeping your distance.

“You’re drunk, Quill.” you said, and he shook his head, but it wasn’t so much a denial as it was just tired acceptance. “How’d you even get in here?”

You’re barely made out the shrug of one of his shoulders. “Picked it.”

Rolling your eyes, you sat up. You caught hold of his bicep as he swayed unsteadily, threatening to fall of the edge of the bed. “Of course, you did,” you replied dryly. “You can barely stay upright, but you picked my lock, no problem.”

How you hadn’t woken up during the minutes he’d undoubtedly spent fumbling drunkenly at the lock, you had no idea.

“Need a better lock.”

“I’ll make a note of it.”

He chuckled weakly, his voice catching in his throat. “I can’t… I can’t…”

“Quill?”

He sighed, moving to stand up. You found yourself moving instinctively with him despite yourself, catching hold of his wrist as his arm slipped out of your grasp. He stopped, and even in the dark, you could see his face turn back towards yours. You chewed the inside of your lip for a moment before speaking again.

“What are you doing in here?”

You felt his arm turn under your fingers and a shiver ran through you as his hand encircled your own wrist. His skin was warm against yours despite the cool air of your cabin. His grip was light, almost uncertain.

“Quill?”

“You’re avoiding me.”

You hesitated, taken aback. Honestly, you’d thought he’d been so drunk and so stuck on wallowing in that pit he’d built over Gamora that he wouldn’t even notice your absence. Or if he did, he wouldn’t care. You released his arm, but his own hand tightened ever-so-slightly on your wrist.

“You… you’re avoidin’ me,” he said again, and his voice thickened slightly, the beginnings of tears lodged in his throat. “She’s gone and you’re… I’m so sick of being…”

Alone.

You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him towards you. Peter’s arms banded around your middle tightly, burying his face in the curve of your neck. A shiver ran up your spine at the warmth of his breath against your shoulder, at the heat of his hand spread against your side.

He lingered in your embrace, sighing shakily against your skin as you reached up to run your finger through his hair. The curls were soft under your touch, and his arms tightened further around you as your fingernails just barely teased against his scalp. His body was so warm, and even the scent of booze couldn’t erase that feeling creeping up inside you.

You swallowed, forcing it down as you slowly pulled away from him again. “I’m sorry, Quill.”

He nodded again, his hands sliding around to briefly hold your waist. “I should…” he cleared his throat as he stood again on shaky legs. “I should go back to—”

“You can stay,” you said before reasonable thought could stop you, and you felt heat rise in your cheeks. “I mean… you can stay here tonight if you want… I kinda don’t trust you to make it back to your quarters without hurting yourself.”

You were such an asshole.

Peter stood still for a moment before he moved to rejoin you, and you shifted backward on the mattress to make room for him. Tugging the blankets back as he removed his boots, you found yourself averting you gaze as he sat beside you, despite there being no reason to. Quill didn’t seem to notice, and he pulled the blankets up over the both of you as he settled down against the pillows.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You smiled softly in the darkness. “S’okay.”

You made move to roll over and face the window, but Peter wrapped his arms around you before you could. He tugged you towards him gently, tucking his face against your hair. He exhaled slowly, and your eyes widened as his hands spread over your back, one between your shoulder blades. You’d only worn a tank top and shorts to bed, and his palm made your bare skin tingle. Your hands curled against his stomach; your face buried in his chest.

Quill’s breathing steadied slowly, becoming deeper with each exhale. The hand resting on the small of your back curled the fabric of your tank top softly, and you swallowed. Still, despite the pounding of your heart against its cage and just how unaccustomed you were to sharing your space so intimately, you found the sound of his own heart and the rise and fall of his chest steadily lulling you to unconsciousness.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured. He said it so quietly you almost thought you could have imagined it, if it wasn’t for the ever-so-slight tightening of his arms around you. You felt his lips brush gently over your forehead with his words, just below your hairline, in what could have just maybe been a kiss.

The briefest brush of his lips against your skin and you felt your heart stutter in your chest. And, without really thinking, you leaned up in his arms and, with a moment’s hesitation… pressed a kiss of your own to his throat.

You felt his adam’s apple bob under your lips before you pulled away. Peter shifted back; his face barely lit by the window behind you as he met your gaze. His eyes were dark in the muted light and they searched yours questioningly. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears; feel your blood throbbing through every part of you. His eyes were magnetic, the lines of his face stark within the shadows. His lips parted as though he might say something else, and your gaze flickered towards them for a moment.

And then, after what felt like a forever hanging between the two of you, ever so slowly, Peter brought his lips down to yours.

He kissed you slowly, searchingly, his lips so soft against yours that his kiss was barely more than a whisper against your lips. Your fingers curled in the front of his shirt as your disbelief melted away, his facial hair teasing at your chin. His hand ghosted up along the side of your throat, his fingers sliding gently against the side of your face to curl in your hair. His thumb brushed over your cheek as you separated long enough to breathe, and you shivered.

Quill’s palm was so warm, his chest firm under your own hands. The worn fabric of his shirt bunched under your fingers, riding up just slightly enough to expose the line of his hipbone. His hand left your hair to trail down over your bare arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake before claiming your hip.

His grip urged you even closer to him as he kissed you again, pressing your hips into his. His thigh tucked between your knees, and you whimpered into his mouth. Peter’s hand slipped around to the small of your back, his touch sliding under your shirt to tease the sensitive skin of your lower back.

You took his face in your hands, fingers sliding through his beard. Quill groaned headily in response.

He pulled away to press his forehead against yours, his breathing hard. “Fuck…”

His voice was like a shock of cold water down your spine, and you jerked away from him instinctively.

Peter hesitated, his brow furrowing. His hand returned to your waist, smoothing your tank top back down over your exposed skin.

“We…” you swallowed, forcing yourself to take a shaking breath to steady yourself. Your hands had slipped down to rest on his shoulders, and you grasped his shirt in your hands. “…We shouldn’t… Peter, we can’t do this.”

His eyes closed, and you reached up to touch your hand to his cheek again. Your fingers were shaking slightly.

“We can’t do this when you’re missing someone else.”

“Y/N…”

You shook your head, and you could hear budding, unshed tears in the back of your voice. “I can’t be a stand-in for Gamora, Peter.”

How long had it been since you’d said her name?

He nodded, his face pressed into your palm, and you wiped away a tear with your thumb as it caught the light from the window.

“I’m sorry, Peter.”

He shook his head, swallowing thickly. “No, I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t’ve…”

Quill moved to pull further away from you, to leave the warmth of the bed, and you grabbed his shoulder, urging him back to facing you.

“You don’t have to go, Peter.”

“I should—”

“Please, don’t.”

He hesitated, eyes on yours, before he nodded slowly. You pulled him back into your arms gently, wrapping them around him. His head moved to rest against your chest, and you stroked your fingers through his curls as he banded his arms around your waist. You could feel him shudder softly in your embrace, could feel tears dampen your shirt.

But ever so slowly, the two of you fell asleep.

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the archer | könig

so sorry to keep you all waiting (especially the anon who requested this), i got a bit too invested and this ended up being just over 8k words...whoops. anyway, it's finally here and i'm excited for you all to read it! thank you for requesting, and as always, i hope you enjoy <3 (also thank you for getting this blog to over 1,000 followers, that's insane!!! thank you so much!!!)

pairing: könig x fem!reader

warnings: angst, könig being a little toxic, brief mention of injuries, discussion about the insufferable behavior of dolphins

summary: the difficult journey of loving a man who doesn't think he's worthy of love (based on this request)

Combat, I’m ready for combat

I say I don’t want that, but what if I do?

‘Cause cruelty wins in the movies

I’ve got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you

König rises from his makeshift bed on the floor with a sharp gasp as his left hand raises itself from his side to rest upon his heart that seemed to be beating too fast and too slow all at once. His eyes briefly fall onto the sleeping faces of his fellow comrades as he lets out a few shaky breaths in an attempt to calm himself down from the unfortunate dream he’d stirred awake from. After a few moments of half-assed breathing exercises and clenching and unclenching the hand that wasn’t resting upon his chest, he can almost feel his body become lighter as his panic slowly begins to fizzle out into something calmer. Even so, he can’t help but notice the small spike of dread that tugs at his heartstrings when the image of you settles into his mind. The feeling is illogical, that much he knows, but as his gaze drifts over to the door of the master bedroom in the safe house the team was currently occupying, he can’t seem to stop his mind from spiraling. Once ensuring his infamous black hood is properly secured over his face, he quietly rises to his feet before stalking off toward the door of the master bedroom and opening it. He gives the room a quick glance before fully stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. His eyes trail along the rundown walls of the room before eventually landing on your figure that’s sitting on the cushioned seats of the window nook as you peer into the darkness of the night, gun propped up by your side along with a small leather bound journal with the accompanying pen being expertly twirled around your nimble fingers. Not wanting to stare any longer in an effort to avoid coming across as creepy, he begins walking closer in your direction before stopping just a few feet shy of you.

You don’t spare him a glance as you begin to speak, “You’re up late.”

He shrugs, “Bad dream.”

You offer him a small hum before tearing your gaze away from the window and give the open spot beside you a few pats. He eyes you for a few moments before stepping forward and taking a seat beside you, body stiff and face expressionless. Not that you’d be able to tell the difference anyway.

You lean against the wall as you nudge his thigh with your boot causing the muscle to twitch. You pretend not to notice.

“What was your dream about?”

His lips settle into a small frown before responding, “It’s not important.”

He rips his gaze away from you in favor of staring at the floorboards and he misses the way you roll your eyes in exasperation.

“So you just like being in here with me then?”

Yes.

He shakes his head, “No. Just wanted to check on you, make sure you didn’t fall asleep.”

A huff of laughter escapes you, “That was one time–”

He interrupts you, “One time too many, I’m afraid.”

You raise your hands in defense before continuing, “Well…You’ve checked on me and now you know I’m not asleep. You’re free to leave now, König.”

He clenches his fists once more upon hearing his callsign fall from your lips. Surely you know what you do to him, right?

“I’d rather not.”

You quirk a brow up, “Why not?”

He keeps his gaze steady on the ground, “I’m not tired.”

Him not being tired is a perfectly reasonable thing to say. At least, it would’ve been if he hadn't let a massive yawn slip past his lips the moment he told the small fib.

“Not tired, hm?”

He can’t help but feel thankful for the hood that’s currently draped over his head, less opportunity for you to see the blush that dusts across his face as he tries to ignore the way your eyes pierce into him.

Upon receiving no response you sit up straighter, “Is this about your dream?”

The way he seems to close in on himself tells you everything. Your lips pull into a small frown as you fidget with your hands, willing yourself to say something.

“I’m afraid of dolphins,” You blurt out.

Your expression morphs into one of mild embarrassment as his eyes snap over to you, a curious glint shining back at you.

It’s hard to miss the incredulity in his tone as he speaks, “What?”

You firmly plant your hands against your knees as you continue, “Dolphins scare me.”

A small smile tugs at the edge of his lips, “Wait till you hear about sharks.”

“I’m actually not afraid of sharks.”

His eyes widened in surprise, “Really? How’d you manage that?”

You let out a small exhale, “I’ve done a fair bit of research into sharks and dolphins over the years, and I’ve found that dolphins are infinitely more terrifying than sharks.”

He straightens out his back, intrigued as he motions for you to continue with a wave of his hand.

“Dolphins are really horny–”

He can’t hold back the small bout of laughter that falls from his lips, “That’s why you’re scared of them?”

You frantically shake your head as you try to fight back a smile, “No it’s not ‘cause of that, you didn’t let me finish!”

“Well then you better hurry or else I’m gonna think you’re scared of dolphins cause they like sex.”

You ignore the heat that spreads through your cheeks as you continue, “It’s their horniness that makes them scary. Male dolphins have a high sex drive, and sometimes it makes them a bit…aggressive in their approach for sex.”

König nods his head in understanding at your words before you continue speaking, “They’ve been known to murder their own offspring so they can immediately be ready for another pregnancy. Hell, sometimes they’ll even go around murdering other aquatic animals and their babies just for fun!”

König’s eyes widen at your statement, “Really?”

You nod, “Yes! Sometimes they get so bored that they’ll start going around killing other animals just to have some fun. They always make it so brutal too.”

He cringes, “Didn’t think they did all that. I always thought they were cute.”

You scrunch your nose in distaste, “Absolutely not. Besides, I’m not alone in my fear of dolphins. Sharks are actually quite scared of them too. They’ve even been known to check their surroundings to make sure there aren’t any dolphins around before they sleep because dolphins will actually hunt them if food’s been scarce.”

König leans against the wall behind him, “That’s heavy.”

“It is, isn’t it? Dolphins are jerks.”

He nods in agreement, “Dolphins are jerks.”

A comfortable silence pervades the room as you take a few moments to peer out through the window as his mind steadily falls back into the throes of his all too familiar dream. A grimace comes to rest upon his face as his mind begins to wander off from the anti-dolphin rhetoric newly placed in his head by you in favor of staring at his hands, the same hands that have delivered death to dozens of enemy soldiers who were up to no good.

At least that’s what he tells himself as he continues to stare down at his hands, but after a few moments, he can’t help but notice the heaviness that begins to weigh down on his chest.

They were all bad people up to no good…right?

He lets out an exasperated sigh causing you to turn your attention back on the large man beside you.

“What’s on your mind, König?”

He nearly cries in frustration. How could he resist telling you anything when you call his name so sweetly? He plants his hands on his thighs as he keeps his gaze steady on the floor.

“Do you think we’re good people?”

Your brows scrunch together in confusion as your head tilts to the side.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean–”

He lets out a small sigh as he attempts to gather his thoughts together.

“–With the things we do…Our job. Do you think we’re good people?”

The confusion on your face smoothes out.

“I think so. We’re helping the world, aren’t we?”

König breaks his focus from the floor to look up at you.

“Is it really that simple though? Are we really able to write off all the horrible things we’ve done to other people just because we help another group of people? Do we have that authority?”

As his small line of questioning comes to a close, your eyes settle on your rifle that’s pressed up against the wall beside you. You let out a small breath of air as you start to speak.

“Well, when you put it like that, maybe we aren't such good people.”

His gaze falters.

“But I don’t think we’re bad people either.”

The question tumbles from his lips before he can do anything to stop it, “Do you think I’m a good person?”

He watches as your eyes glaze over with something he’s not quite able to distinguish, something soft.

“I think you’re a good person,” You quietly admit before turning the question back on him, “Do you think you’re a good person?”

He fights off the urge to gnaw on his bottom lip.

“I try to be.”

You offer him a gentle smile, “Then that’s all that matters.”

He seems to think about your words for a few moments before giving you a slow nod.

“That’s all that matters,” He affirms.

You reach over and grab onto his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before pulling away and turning your focus back onto the window. He looks down at that same hand, a familiar warmth he found could only be provided by you as he tries to slow the way his heart threatens to beat out of his chest. He takes in a few deep breaths before looking back up at you and admiring the way the moonlight seems to caress your features. He presses his lips together in a thin line as he recalls the countless speeches he’d scrawled on random pieces of paper neatly tucked away in his desk drawer at his apartment. With you vigilantly keeping watch beside him, he can’t help but wonder if one day he’ll ever let you read them.

Easy they come, easy they go

I jump from the train, I ride off alone

I never grew up, it’s getting so old

Help me hold onto you

“Please say something,” You practically beg as you stare up at König who seems to have frozen in place.

Despite the overwhelming urge he has to lift the hood up off his face, place his large hands on your cheeks, and pull you toward him in a loving kiss, he finds that he can’t bring himself to do such a thing.

Everything just feels so wrong. The once soft and warm glow from the lights above the two of you fill his very being dread as they seem to cast a daunting shadow over your figure he swears hadn’t previously been there. The bright white walls of the building seem to fade into a dismal shade of grey as his eyes catch onto the multiple cracks and stains that litter them; had the walls always looked this miserable? He can practically feel his skin go up in flames as he becomes all too aware of the clothes he’s wearing. He had dressed himself in some of his most comfortable clothes, so why did they suddenly feel so tight and suffocating as they clung to his body?

And you.

When did your soft and loving eyes turn into two cesspools of unbridled fear and anxiety? Where have your kind eyes gone? Why are you looking at him like that? Is it because he hasn’t said anything since you’d pulled him aside and put all your cards on the table? Is it because you told him you had fallen in love with him and he didn’t even have the decency to utter a single word in response? Do you hate him for it?

With every second that ticks by, he can feel his composure slipping away as he feels your stare melt into him. It’s become far too much to handle far too quickly. He needs to get away. Get away from the walls that he can just feel closing in on him. Get away from the floor that he practically begs to swallow him whole. Get away from the one who haphazardly ripped his carefully crafted walls down and forced him to feel so exposed and turn into such a pitiful disaster.

He needs to get away from you.

And so without even bothering to spare you a glance, he quickly maneuvers around your body and walks away from the conversation in hopes of finding refuge somewhere else. Anywhere but here. Anywhere away from you.

He doesn’t.

I’ve been the archer

I’ve been the prey

Who could ever leave me, darling?

But who could stay?

The past two weeks had been nothing short of miserable, courtesy of König. Ever since he’d left you stranded in that godforsaken hallway, you’d made it your personal mission to track him down in even the most bizarre places around base. In fact, you can distinctly remember how he’d nearly fallen off the roof of a building he’d climbed on top of after you came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder with no warning. Even after you’d grabbed onto his arm and helped him regain his footing, he merely ripped his arm away from you before climbing back down the building, but not before glaring down at you with his eyes narrowed in a look of contempt. It would’ve hurt more if you hadn’t already become used to it.

Despite his unbothered exterior that only became bothered when you were around, he wasn’t faring any better. If he wasn’t forced into seeing the look of anguish that flooded your irises every time he turned away from you, he was forced to see it in his memory as he recalled the way he selfishly left you to pick up the pieces of the heart he shattered when he made the decision to leave you all alone in that hallway. The same hallway that he now has to practically run through in a feeble attempt to fend off the sinking feeling that festers deep within his very being.

By no means was he proud of the way he was treating you, he despised it. Truth be told, he wanted nothing more than to sweep you up into his arms and guard you with his life but he couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing. No, not with the line of work the two of you had found yourselves in. Not when you were forced to tread the line of death every couple of weeks to fulfill a mission that, ultimately, would be forgotten about in just a few months time, if even that.

He’d seen the strain put on relationships as a result of the job in the form of the various failed romances his fellow soldiers had pursued. Lack of communication, not living up to your partner’s expectations, and the all too common issue of infidelity. While each was unfortunate, there was one thing that he himself could barely wrap his head around; the death of your significant other. He played witness to the way the surviving half of the relationship always seemed to crumble in on themselves as the dreaded news fell onto them far too many times. He knew it was a special kind of pain, one he doubted he’d ever recover from if it was him on the receiving end of such a tumultuous life event. He knew it was silly in a way. How can one be a soldier and not be comfortable with death? He’s not quite sure himself, but he simply chooses to ignore it. The day he feels comfortable with death is the day he officially loses himself.

The thought almost makes him chuckle.

Lose myself, he thinks, Haven’t I done that already?

He lays on his back as he stares up at the ceiling, hood pulled off his head and discarded on the small end table beside his bed. He remains silent as his mind thinks back to the conversation you had with him months ago.

“Do you think I’m a good person?”

“I think you’re a good person…Do you think you’re a good person?”

“I try to be.”

The memory is almost enough to make him start ripping his hair out with his bare hands. You saw him struggling with himself, with his morality, and you, perhaps one of the kindest souls he’s ever come to know, reached out and placated him with your loving gaze and gentle reassurance. You offered him a guiding light of hope in his moment of darkness. And how had he repaid you? By becoming the cold and callous monster he had always thought himself to be? By taking all of his worst fears and projecting them onto you? How can you claim him as a good person when it seems he’s indifferent to the way his recent mean streak affects you so deeply? He can’t help but wonder what you think of him now. Do you resent him for treating you so poorly? Do you wish you could take back your previous judgment of him? The thought of you regretting the words that once brought him great comfort is almost too much to bear, but he knows he can’t blame you if you do.

His bout of self-loathing is broken by the abrupt sound of his door slamming open. He quickly sits up in his bed, eyes wide with alarm and body stiff with anxiety. He can feel his heart begin to beat out of his chest before his eyes land on you standing in his doorway, jaw slack and face painted with nerves. He’s almost tempted to ask why you’re staring at him that way until he feels the slightest breeze brush against his face, his bare face that you’re now gawking at. He tears his eyes away from your frozen figure before landing on the hood sitting on his bedside table, taunting him.

“König…I’m so s–”

The meek sound of your voice pushes him over the edge and before he can stop himself he abruptly stands up from his place on the bed before staring down at you with a fire in his eyes.

“Get. Out,” He practically seethes.

You back up from him by a few inches as you try not to stumble over your next words, “I didn’t mean to…I didn’t–”

Your weak attempt at explaining yourself is cut off by his cruel tone, one you’d quickly realized was specially reserved for those he didn’t trust; enemies.

“What don’t you understand? I don’t want you here, you’re not welcome.”

You try your best to not let his words affect you so much, but what else are you supposed to do when the man you love doesn’t want you?

“König please, no. I just,” You take in a shaky breath as you blink away the small line of tears that well up in your eyes, “I just wanted to talk. To hear your voice. I miss you.”

A part of you expects him to soften up, to look down at you and wrap his arms around you as he whispers an endless stream of apologies in your ear. What he does instead nearly crushes you.

“I don’t care.”

It’s as if the Earth stops spinning on its axis as his words sink in. This time you don’t bother to blink away the tears that blur your vision, you let them cascade down your cheeks. It’s embarrassing. You can’t help but feel like a fool. How could you ever expect someone as wonderful as him to love someone like you? The pain in your chest is too much. You find you can’t bring yourself to spare him another glance as you turn around on your heel and hurry out of his room, one hand firmly placed on your chest as if to stop the hurt that consumes you while your other hand wipes away the tears that are freely falling down your face. You don’t bother stopping when the concern of your fellow teammates falls onto your ears. It hurts too much.

With his eyes locked on the empty space in his doorway you occupied just a few moments ago, he takes a few steps forward and shuts the door before taking a seat on the edge of his bed. He stares numbly at the wooden floorboards pressed against his socked feet before he catches a glimpse of his hood out the corner of his eye. He reaches forward and grabs onto it, mindlessly toying with the edges of the fabric.

He had finally shown you the monster.

Dark side, I search for your dark side

But what if I’m all right, right, right, right here?

And I cut off my nose just to spite my face

Then hate my reflection for years and years

After the last disastrous encounter you had with König, you quickly decided it was best for you to keep your distance. The days of you actively seeking him out in hopes of smoothing things over were long gone and you instead filled up your newfound free time by busying yourself with various tasks around base all the while, unbeknownst to you, König had his eyes locked onto you. Granted, it’s not something he’s proud of. How could he be after he practically banished you from all aspects of his life? It wasn’t his place. Even so, he couldn’t help the way his eyes subconsciously seemed to seek out your presence in every room he stepped in. A part of him told him it was because he wanted to know which area of the room to avoid, but a bigger part of him knew it was because he missed you.

Hypocritical bastard, he chastises himself, You brought this on yourself.

And despite knowing that to be fact, he still can’t seem to rip his eyes away from you. It’s a habit that brings him both shame and comfort. Shame because it’s a harsh reminder of the one he deprived himself of, but comfort in knowing you were still kind and gracious as ever despite his insensitive behavior. It’s a blessing and a curse for it was the kindness you extended to him with no hesitation that first made his heart flutter. Your good-hearted nature and willingness to put in the time and effort to become his friend is something he holds very near and dear to his heart, it was one of the many reasons he fell so hopelessly in love with you. The way your eyes would sparkle as you’d wait for him to gather his thoughts, not once showing an ounce of annoyance or even a glimmer of impatience as you hung onto every word and syllable that fell from his mouth, he couldn’t help but feel grateful. Grateful that someone was so determined, so willing to become his friend that they’d suffer through the short and sometimes frequent bouts of silence as he tried to verbalize all his thoughts and opinions. It didn’t help that you were so gorgeous.

But now as he sits alone in the corner of the mess hall, tray filled with perhaps some of the most unappetizing food available on the planet, he fears that it was all for nothing. All the energy you’d spent solely on trying to understand him, now worthless as you purposefully avoid his gaze despite the goosebumps that rise along your skin. He tells himself it’s for the better, that eventually, you’d leave him. Whether it be by the unforgiving hands of war or the desire to go out and find someone new, someone better. The thought of you moving on from him like that hurt more than he’d ever care to admit.

But seeing the way you welcome a few other soldiers to your table with your signature grin, he couldn’t fight off the small smile that tugged at the edge of his lips. He watches as you fall into easy conversation with the unfamiliar men and women, each of their faces sporting an effortless smile as you do seemingly everything in your power to make them as comfortable as possible around you. You’ve always been sweet like that.

And despite the way his heart warms seeing you fall back into your natural habits, a small stab of pain makes itself apparent in his chest as he comes to the stark realization that you’re too good for him, too pure. The sudden awareness of this is almost enough to make him sick to his stomach. How can he allow himself to taint such a bright, shining light in favor of lighting up his own dark and lonely path? Truth is, he couldn’t. Not when it was you. If anything, he’d rather you ignore his looming presence for all eternity if it meant you got to remain bright and shiny. He could brave the torrential storm that was his mind on his own, as long as you were safe and happy.

With this in mind, he picks up his half eaten tray of food and dumps it in the trash bins before walking toward the exit of the mess hall. He allows himself one last glance of your smiling face as you animatedly talk about god knows what. He’d hate himself for this later when he’s alone and overthinking in the comfort of his own room, but for now, he lets your bright smile engrave itself into his memory.

I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost

The room is one fire, invisible smoke

And all of my heroes die all alone

Help me hold onto you

It wasn’t uncommon for members of the team to be hand-picked for a mission, especially if the mission presented itself to be relatively simple. So when he heard just over a week ago that you departed base along with a few other soldiers he’d seen around base, he didn’t really give it much thought. Of course there was a small pool of worry that bubbled up in his stomach, but by this point he’d worked with you on the field so much that there wasn’t a shred of doubt in terms of your capability to get the mission completed. Rarely was there ever a time where you came back from a mission with anything more than a couple bumps and bruises, it was standard.

But the moment he walked into the common room only to be met with the somber expressions of his teammates one afternoon, he knew something had gone wrong. He anxiously listened as one of the men occupying the room explained that the mission you and a few others had gone on to retrieve valuable intel about a newly formed terrorist group had actually turned out to be a ruse to get you in their line of fire so they could eliminate you. It felt as if the world had come crashing down so as soon as he was made aware of what hospital you were being treated at, he didn’t hesitate to turn around and make his way over to you as quickly as possible.

As if the pure horror of the situation wasn’t bad enough already, the ache that spread throughout his body was only amplified when he finally arrived at the hospital just to be told you were currently in surgery. As much as he wanted to go to the surgical floor and rip apart every room until he found you, he forced himself to stay in check before resigning himself to a chair that was far too small for him to get comfortable in. He didn’t mind, however, he’d happily sit on a pile of nails if it meant getting the chance to see you once more.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting on the chair in the stuffy waiting room looking desperate and forlorn, all he seemed to be able to focus on at the moment was the nervous twitch of his hands every few minutes. A few of the other members from the team have since joined him in the waiting room, each busying themselves by tapping and swiping away at their phones. He didn’t think to bring his, he was too busy worrying about you.

After what felt like an unreasonably long time, König’s attention broke at the sound of your last name being called out. He quickly shot up without his chair and made his way over to the surgeon who was still clad in their scrubs with a disposable mask hung around their neck.

“Her injuries were rather significant so it was touch and go for a while, but she managed to pull through,” The man announced with a reassuring smile.

König didn’t even have to think about his reply, “So what happens now?”

The doctor glanced down at his watch before responding, “She’s due to wake up in a few minutes. She’s still coming down from the anesthesia so she’ll be a bit out of it, but that shouldn’t last longer than an hour, maybe even a bit less than that. A nurse will come out shortly and she’ll be able to take you to see her.”

He nods, “Thank you.”

The surgeon offers him a small smile before walking away leaving König to bask in his own thoughts. All of the hurt, anger, and dread that made itself at home in the depths of his being seemed to melt away at the prospect of him soon being able to see you, alive and breathing. The pure relief that washed over him was almost enough to forget about his piss poor treatment of you.

He’s startled by a gentle tap on his shoulder. He looks in the direction of where the timid touch had come from and he comes face to face with a woman dressed in dark purple scrubs and a caring smile on her face.

“Are you ready to see her?”

He simply nods.

The walk to your room is quiet as it is short. It makes him feel uneasy. Even in your loopy state, what would your reaction be to seeing him? Would you be happy, or would you rightfully scorn him into oblivion with a sharp glare and words dipped in poison? He couldn’t say, and it shook him to his core.

He offers the polite nurse a small nod of his head before stepping into the harshly lit room, his mind going blank as soon as he lays his eyes on you. His eyes roam over your body. From the bruises that blossom across your soft skin, the cuts that falsely state their claim over your body, the superficial burn markings that run up and down your arms, all the way to the wad of gauze firmly taped to your chest underneath your hospital gown. He can’t help but recall the words of the soldiers who sat patiently beside him in the waiting room.

“Just a couple more inches to the left and the bullet woulda nicked her heart.”

The thought of it makes him cringe. He grabs onto a chair and gingerly pulls it up to your bedside before taking a seat. His eyes slowly rake up your body as he takes in your various injuries before his gaze settles on your face. In spite of the cuts and bruises present, he can’t help but the way his heart all but flutters. He studies the curves of your face, a familiar warmth that only you could bestow upon him spreading to every corner of his body. He brings a careful hand up to the slope of your jaw and he allows his fingers to gently trail along the soft skin before eventually stopping just beneath the delicate skin of your lips. His fingers gently caress the outer corner of your lips before quickly yanking them back when you begin to stir, a soft groan of pain voiced into the air. He watches with great interest as your eyes begin to flutter open before settling onto him.

You stare at him for a moment almost in disbelief before calling out to him, “König?”

His hand quickly finds its place in yours, “I’m here.”

Your hand grips his tighter as your mind remains hazy, “Will you stay?”

The hand that wasn’t latched in yours finds its way back up to your face as he rests it carefully across your cheek, “Just until you fall asleep again, maus.”

You can’t find it in yourself to dissect his words as you offer him a simple smile. A smile that refuses to leave his mind even as he disconnects himself from you once more after you’ve fallen asleep. A smile he’ll hold onto until the end of time.

‘Cause they see right through me

They see right through me

They see right through

Can you see right through me?

They see right through

They see right through me

I see right through me

Despite it only being your second day back on base after spending the previous five days cooped up in your overly sterile hospital room, the team received an urgent mission, a mission that required the assistance of nearly everyone on the team. Word of this mission spread through the team like wildfire before eventually reaching you. While you were a bit disheartened that the friends who had become more like family to you weren’t able to be around for your recovery, you didn’t mind. The job comes first and you were fine with it.

Your commanding officer however, wasn’t. It was bad enough that you were out of commission due to his misjudgement of a mission, but he felt it was even worse to leave you stranded when you needed them most. As a result, he had gone up to König with the special request of having him stay back on base to help take care of you. He didn’t have it in his heart to say no.

So here you were, sitting in an awkward silence with König over some takeout he’d gotten you both for dinner. He had his hood pulled up just enough to reveal his mouth so he could eat. When you caught sight of this, you nearly opened your mouth to suggest he take it off completely, but your voice died in your throat as soon as you remembered what happened the last time you saw him without his black hood. Disheartened by the memory, you pack up the last bit of food and push it away from you. He looks up at you with an inquisitive stare that makes you feel smaller than normal.

You clear your throat, “I’m going to change my bandages.”

He eyes you down for a few moments longer before nodding his head. You can barely hold back a sigh of relief the moment his piercing gaze removes itself from your body and instead focuses itself on his food. Pulling yourself up from your seat, you begin making your way over to the bathroom. Once inside, you close the door behind you before pulling out the bag filled with all of the ointments, gauze, and bandages you’d received from your stay at the hospital. You worked diligently as your hands worked on providing much needed aid to the various wounds scattered around your body. After dropping the roll of gauze too many times to count and contorting your body to reach wounds that were particularly tricky to reach, you felt yourself beam with contentment as you found you were nearly done. There was only one more wound to dress up. Unfortunately, it was on your back. Already knowing that you wouldn’t be able to reach it on your own, you swallowed your pride as you reached for the doorknob and slowly pulled it open.

Praying he was still within hearing range, you called out, “König?”

The silence that spread through the room was thick with unease as you waited for a response in the form of something, anything. Thankfully it came in the form of König’s boots creaking against the wooden flooring of the building before he eventually reached you, his head tilted to the side in a questioning manner.

“I need help changing my bandage,” You sucked in a sharp breath, “It’s on my back, I can’t reach it.”

He eyes you for a few moments longer before nodding and you take a step back as you allow him to push open the door of the bathroom. You face your body toward the mirror and watch in the reflection as his hands seem to twitch the moment he realized he’d have to pull your shirt up.

He swallows, “May I?”

You try to fend off the burning sensation that begins to build in your cheeks, “Please.”

You hear him take in a small, shaky breath before his fingers grab onto the thin fabric of your t-shirt before he lifts it up, just enough to reveal the old bandage currently covering your wound. You feel his fingers on the bare skin of your lower back as he reaches forward and begins to delicately peel off the gauze taped to your back. You try your best to not think about having his hands roam all over your body. It doesn’t work. You can feel your heart rate pick up as he reaches an arm around your waist to grab onto an antiseptic wipe.

You look down at his hand as he holds it out to you, “Can you open it?”

You nod as you raise your hand to take the packet from his hand, your fingers brushing against each other’s, “Sure.”

You make quick work of ripping the packet open with your hands before looking up into the mirror, your heart nearly coming to a full stop as you see him with his gaze already fixated on you.

You can’t stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth, “Do you hate me?”

He reaches forward and grabs the packet from your fingers, his hand resting over yours for a moment longer than necessary before pulling it away from you completely. For a moment you fear he won’t reply, but his response comes in the form of five soft spoken words.

“I could never hate you.”

All the king’s horses, all the king’s men

Couldn’t put me together again

‘Cause all of my enemies started out friends

Help me hold onto you

After two weeks, the team finally arrived back from their mission. It was a joyous occasion being able to see the faces of your little family again, but you had quickly come to notice that the room was short of one member.

König.

It didn’t come to you as a huge surprise. You figured that once the team came back he wouldn’t hesitate to start ignoring you again, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. And as much as you wanted to ignore the situation entirely, you couldn’t help but feel betrayed. König, your once dear and soft-spoken friend, had turned into someone else entirely in the blink of an eye. The quiet, late night conversations you sought each other out for completely meaningless as he proudly voiced out the disgust he had for you. Your knowledge of all his likes and dislikes, the silly inside jokes you shared, as well as his deepest secrets now laid stagnant in your mind never to be utilized again. And for what? Because he couldn’t bear the thought of you anymore? Because he didn’t want to see you? It made you fall into a pit of anger and self-pity all at once and you needed answers. Maybe that’s why you’re standing outside his door at two am, fist balled up as you incessantly knock at his door.

You air out a small sigh of annoyance, “I can see the light from your lamp under the door. Open up.”

Ready to start rapping your knuckles against the wooden door once more, you begin to raise your fist but stop when you can hear some rustling on the other side of the door. You lower your fist to your side and wait with a stoic expression on your face before you can hear the click of the lock being undone. The door slowly opens and you’re soon met with the hooded figure of König. You don’t give him a chance to speak before your hands are firmly placed against his abdomen and you begin to push him back much to his bewilderment. Satisfied with his new placement in the room, you quickly lean back and lock the door before turning to face him with a heated glare with your arms crossed over your chest. Once his surprise has set aside he opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to the punch.

“What did I do wrong?”

He already knows what you’re referring to by those five simple words, but he can’t bring himself to talk about it. He refuses to. Ready to try and disarm you with carefully picked words, he takes a few steps toward you and reaches a timid hand out to you. Unfortunately for him, you swat it away.

“No, you don’t get to touch me. Not when you’ve treated me as badly as you have the past few weeks.”

He feels his heart sink to his stomach, but still decides to try and feign confusion.

“What do you–”

Your groan of frustration is enough to make him stop his sentence midway.

You heave in a sigh as you look up at him, “Don’t do that.”

He stares down at you in confusion.

“That thing you do. The one where you act like you don’t know what the other person’s talking about so you can save yourself from having an uncomfortable conversation. I know that’s what you’re doing and I need you to stop.”

He should’ve known he wouldn’t have been able to slip something as juvenile as that past you.

“Okay,” He concedes, “Okay.”

You release a sigh of relief at his willingness to cooperate, hopefully this would end better than you originally planned.

“Look, I know I disgust you, and that’s fine. I already know there’s–”

König steps forward, “You don’t disgust me.”

You halt all your movements as you look up at him, “What?”

“I said you don’t disgust me.”

You scoff, “What, so you just go around treating all your friends like shit then? Is that it?”

Even with the hood, it doesn’t take much to know that he’s frowning.

“I didn’t–”

You can feel yourself inching closer toward the edge as you point an accusing finger up at him, “Don’t say you didn’t mean it. Don’t you fucking dare.”

He feels the words die out in his throat as the sinking feeling in his stomach worsens.

You resign your hand to rest by your side as you speak, “You know, it’s one thing to feel awkward and leave a conversation because you don’t know what to say, but it’s a whole other thing to leave the conversation and then start treating that person like a pile of shit afterwards.”

He remains quiet so you take that as your cue to continue.

“I knew going into it that telling you how I felt might cause some problems, but I didn’t think you’d hate me for it. For god's sake, König, if you really didn’t feel the same you could’ve just said so. You didn’t have to walk away and stop being my friend,” You let out a shaky breath, “Is it really so bad to be loved by me? Is the idea of it so disgusting that you can’t handle being around me anymore? Is that it? Because if it is, you should’ve let me know a long time ago rather than let me roam around following you like an idiot,” Your hands begin to shake as you avert your gaze away from him, “God I…I wish you just told me you didn’t love me back.”

As the last few words of your overdue rant fall from your lips, he takes a closer look at your face and he finds he almost regrets doing so. The quiver of your lip accompanied by the tears that threaten to spill over breaks his heart. He briefly wonders if this is what you felt like the entire time.

He gulps before taking a few hesitant steps toward your distraught figure. Once close enough, he reaches his arms out and gently places them on your shoulders for a few moments before slowly bringing you closer to his body and wrapping you up in a hug. Throwing all caution to the wind, you merely cling onto him and bury your face in his chest as the tears finally spill over. He holds you tenderly, his hands running up and down the curve of your back in an attempt to soothe you. You remain in his arms for more than a few minutes before eventually pulling back with his arms still wrapped tightly around you. You bring a careful hand up to his head, your fingers ghosting the edge of his hood.

“Your face…I need to see your face,” You all but plead.

Who is he to deny you of him any longer?

He gives you a small nod before bending down a bit allowing you to get a better grip on the black cloth. Slowly, you begin to peel it away from his face and the moment your eyes take him in for all that he is, you’re grateful that he’s holding onto as tight as he is. You don’t even realize as the fabric slips from your hands and falls to the floor, far too enamored by the freckles that dot his pale face and the wisps of hair that frame his face. You slowly reach up and rest a hand on his cheek as your eyes slowly roam across his face, taking in every detail of him.

“You’re gorgeous,” You whisper.

You feel honored to stand witness to the way his face grows hot under your hand as a prominent blush works its way onto his cheeks. He stares down at you, lips pulled into a small frown before he speaks in a quiet voice.

“I’m sorry, maus.”

You can’t help but ask, “Why’d you do it?”

He allows a hand to drop from your waist and move up to yours, his first and middle finger finding its place on your pulse.

“I can’t love you,” He pulls you closer to him, “Just to end up losing you. I don’t think I’d ever recover.”

Your hand slowly falls from his cheek in favor of trailing your fingers along his jaw, “You wouldn’t lose me.”

“I lose everyone eventually.”

Your fingers make their way to the outer line of his lips, “I’m scared of losing you too, König, but the idea of losing you knowing I never got the chance to love you scares me even more.”

His breath hitches, “You deserve better.”

You shake your head, “I deserve you. I want you.”

His body freezes, he can barely think.

You move your fingers away from his lips in favor of wrapping them up in his hair as you speak once more, “I want you to want me.”

He gulps, “I’ve always wanted you.”

“Then show me.”

Upon receiving your reassurance, he surges forward and connects his lips with yours in a sweet kiss.

I’ve been the archer

I’ve been the prey

Who could ever leave me, darling?

But who could stay?

(I see right through me, I see right through me)

Who could stay?

You could stay

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red-riding-wood · 2 months

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I’m so sorry about what happened to you and so many others. Disgusting misogynistic behavior. You all deserve so much better ):.

Also sending this bc I do believe he has made two new accounts. Drcranessweetestdoe and monsterfromthewoods. I have no proof these are him ,but it just strikes an absurd resemblance to his writing and he seemed to interact with both of them a few weeks ago. The first one hasn’t blogged in weeks either. Just seems strange. Once again though, I could be wrong. Just something for everyone to stay weary about. Stay safe ❤️

Thank you for the well wishes, anon! I really do appreciate you reaching out. <3

From my conversations with @drcranessweetestdoe, she does not behave like Kill (nor does her writing style compare to his), and I am pretty positive he is incapable (or at least very bad) at taking on different personalities since I believe I witnessed his attempt with the second account you mentioned. Aurora is very sweet, and she used to be a fan of Kill's writing and mine. I don't want people to be suspecting her of foul play because I do believe she is genuine. Kill has a pattern of reblogging fics as a way of seeing what victims he can latch onto and I see that as a coincidence with his reblog of Monster's.

As for @monsterfromthewoods... I was hesitant to make a callout, mainly because no one has actual solid proof that he is Kill. But, there is too much evidence for me to ignore, and I wanted to give my honest opinion and observations. Monster, if you are not this person, feel free to reach out and vouch for yourself, and if I am wrong, I am deeply sorry.

Fuck that. As I was typing this message up, I decided to check my DMs and noticed that my friend had said that he gave her the same name that, as of this morning, was revealed to me as his actual name along with his real picture and Facebook profile. That really sealed the deal for me. Here is the rest of my evidence to prove that this is "Kill":

Monster followed my friend around the same time that she blocked Kill.

Monster followed me the same day that I sent Kill a confrontational message, calling him out for his lies and pleading with him one last time for medical treatment and answers.

From the posts on Monster's account, and the one comment I know he made on my friend's post, his personality exactly fits Kill's. This is why I said I do not think he is capable or likely to be able to craft a believable persona.

Monster made a post about suicide, and a pro-Palestine post, the former of which Kill discussed with me a lot and the latter my friend pointed out as suspicious since Kill was also very strongly pro-Palestine. Seeing as Monster doesn't have that many posts yet on his blog, this isn't irrefutable evidence but it is very coincidental.

Lastly, I actually did my best to analyse and compare Kill and Monster's writing, since I had recalled a few things that stuck out to me when I read Kill's writing. Him and Monster share many similarities with their writing habits/consistencies. They are as follows (the examples listed are from 18+ content so please do not view if you are a minor):

Use periods and exclamation marks -- but never commas -- as punctuation to end dialogue tags.

Starter dialogue tag always facing outward. Like: ”So... Tight”

Tend to each use a snapshot style of writing, favouring incomplete sentences with frequent use of periods. Examples: K: "His mind, usually so sharp. Focused and organized like the most expensive machines. A killing machine, that worked in perpetual motion, living off killing, adrenaline used like a drug." M: "Your dear, understanding doctor. Doctor Jonathan Crane, who laughed out loud suddenly a couple moments ago. The dark colour covering his exotic looking eyes as he revealed his real nature to you."

Similarly, they both tend to avoid using possessive pronouns and determiners. Examples: K: "_ Pale, little pussy peaked from between her thighs." M: "The scars covering _ man's pale skin," _ = absence of "her, that, the," etc.

Often use adverbs after verbs in a way that feels out of place.

Capitalise after ellipses, always.

"Y/n" always has a lowercase "n".

Sometimes use three ellipses, often use only two.

Use "pants" but never "trousers".

Yeah, so, I may have spent way too much time on this. And I think most of this is redundant, now, especially after the name revelation, but still, I put work into it and didn't want it to go to complete waste lmao. I also had no idea until I was tagged today that apparently there are programs that do this sort of thing for you. Oops.

#asks #mrkdvidal1989 #worst con man I've ever seen

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beggingforxavier · 1 year

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A Weekend in NYC // Xavier Thorpe

This is an alt! Follow my main blog: @beggingforxavierthorpe

About: Xavier finally comes to visit you in New York City for the holidays.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Oral (m & f recieving), P in V unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, spitting, talk of cum eating.

“Hey, I’m here!” You hear your boyfriend through the speaker of your phone and start to look around for him.

Grand Central Station is absolutely bustling this time of year, with the large Christmas tree in the center of the lobby.

“I’m by the main entrance. Just follow the signs and find the big tree.” You stay on the phone with him though, so enthused to finally have Xavier in your city for the first time.

It takes about ten minutes and a lot of explaining, but eventually you feel a tap on your shoulder. Whirling around, you look up into your boyfriend’s soft, green eyes.

“Hi there.” He murmurs, grinning wide at you. You let out a squeal and wrap your arms around his neck. Xavier chuckles lowly and lifts you up for a moment, abandoning his duffel bag to twirl you around. “I missed you too, sweetheart.”

Pulling back, you kiss him sweetly, before beaming up at him, your smile dazzling.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here!” You exclaim, tugging on his arm with excitement. “There’s so much I want to show you!”

He kisses your forehead, breathing you in for another second before slinging his arm around your shoulders and picking up his bag.

“Where do we begin?” He asks as you lead him out to the busy street.

“Well, I’m going to take you to the apartment so we can drop off your bag. And then I thought we could see the tree in Rockefeller Center, and also see the New Year’s ball in Times Square…” You mumble on, trying to lead him through the throngs of people rushing to their next destination.

Luckily for him, Xavier’s long legs make matching your quick pace easy.

You quickly go to your apartment, tossing his duffel inside the front door, barely giving Xavier a chance to look around before you’re pulling him out again. His cheeks are reddened in the cool New York winter breeze, and he tightens his scarf around his neck. Walking the streets at such a quick pace was quite the workout, and when you finally make it to Rockefeller Center, he’s breathing heavily. You grin up at him, used to the pace at this point, and you wrap your arm around his waist, leaning into him.

“You gonna survive?” You tease him, and he chuckles.

“I think I need one kiss, or I’ll die.” He leans down and steals one quickly, and you squeeze his waist.

“Well, we don’t want that, do we? You’ll miss this.”

The crowd parts and the tree comes into view, large, full, and so incredibly tall. Xavier lets out a little gasp and moves closer to the colorful tree. He walks right up to the barrier and gazes up in astonishment.

“How the fuck is it so big? Is it real?” He asks, gazing down at you.

“Yes, it’s real. I think they get it imported from Sweden. Norway? I can’t remember.” You shake your head and your breath clouds around your mouth.

“It’s beautiful.”

You two stand there for a few more minutes before you give him a tour, showing him Radio City Music Hall, and walking the couple blocks to Times Square.

“So that big glass ball up there is the same one on your TV that drops on New Year’s Eve.” You point up to where it is, looping your arm with his.

Xavier is overwhelmed with the number of billboards and buildings, gazing up to where you’re pointing.

“How many people live here again?” He asks, gazing around at the massive crowds.

“Like 8 million, but most of these people are tourists. We get a LOT of tourists. Like 50 million or something. It’s crazy.” You explain, walking past the shops and stopping for a minute. “Do you want to get a souvenir? We could get you a classic I heart NY shirt.”

“Maybe we should come back tomorrow? I don’t know what I’d-holy shit.” He drops your hand and moves towards the art gallery next door.

Xavier peers in the window and bites his lip, wanting to go in but he can tell its closed.

“We could come back later tonight when it’s open. We could also visit the Museum of Modern Art? I know you’d like it.” You offer, and he turns to you.

“You’d do that for me?”

“Of course I would, loser. I’d do anything for your dumb ass.” You lean up and kiss him sweetly, and he grins into the kiss, his hands finding your hips and squeezing gently.

The smell of fresh pizza fills the air, and you pull away, pecking his lips once more before gazing up into his eyes.

“How about authentic New York pizza?” You ask, grabbing your wallet from your purse. “My treat.”

Xavier huffs at the last part but allows you to drag him into the pizza shop.

When you finally get back to the apartment, it’s dark outside. You both flop onto the couch, feet sore and bellies full.

“So, d’you love it?” You look over at him, reaching out your hand for his and squeezing it once he places his palm against yours.

“I love you.” Xavier rests his head back against his arm and gazes lovingly at you. When you pout at the non-answer, he smirks. “Yes, baby. I love it here. There’s so much to do, so much to see. I’m so excited for the museum tomorrow and the shows.”

“What was your favorite part?” You ask, turning to face him.

“Seeing you again.” He answers smoothly, and you roll your eyes at him, though a grin spreads across your face. His eyes are filled with adoration as he repeats himself. “I love you.”

“I love you too, you big dork.”

You slide down so your head is in his lap, looking up at him. He smiles down at you, pushing his hair back away from his face with his hand. Meanwhile, his other moves into yours, playing with the strands and massaging your scalp. You moan softly at the attention, and you can feel his cock twitch against your cheek at your sounds.

A smirk plays on your lips, and you carefully sit up, moving from the couch and sliding to your knees in front of him.

“What’re you doing, sweetheart?” Xavier asks, raising his eyebrow but making no move to push you away.

You look up innocently from your spot between his legs and shrug.

“I don’t know.” You lean closer, reaching forward and starting to palm him through his pants.

“Oh yeah? Are you sure?”

“I want to make you feel good.” You say offhandedly, your focus on unwrapping your favorite toy from its confines.

He almost groans at your words alone, his cock already hardening from the attention your hand is giving him. The zipper of his jeans is loud in the quiet room as you unbutton his pants and free him. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and he hisses as you begin to stroke him a couple of times dry.

“Babe-“ He grabs your wrist and stops you. “Get it nice and wet first for me.”

You smile and lean forward, flattening your tongue and licking up the side of his shaft. Xavier curses and lets his head fall back a little, his hands moving to grip the edge of the couch. Your tongue swipes over the tip of his cock, collecting the precum that has begun to dribble out from his slit. Your tongue teases the tip gently, lapping at it for a few moments, knowing how wild that drives him. That earns you a louder groan, and you lean back, spitting onto his cock and then taking it fully into your mouth. Sucking gently, you begin to bob your head, taking more of him with each bob.

Xavier’s large hand finds the back of your head, forcing himself further down your throat and holding you there. Your nose presses into his skin and you choke around his cock, tears starting to leak from the corners of your eyes. You stay pressed down as long as you can, your throat spasming around him and causing the grunting sounds you currently hear. When it becomes too much, you tap on his thigh, and he immediately lets you up with a groan.

“That’s my good girl. Do you want me to pump you full? Claim you as mine?” Xavier croons, pushing your hair away from your face. When you nod, Xavier smiles and leans forward, pulling you up and into his lap. “Can you show me how badly you want it, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes.” You manage, and Xavier’s large hands grip your hips, forcing them to roll over his cock, spreading your wetness against his hard-on.

His tip pulls at your entrance while grinding a couple of times before he grips himself and starts to smack himself against your clit. You whimper and hold onto his shoulder tightly, looking down between you both. You both watch as his cock disappears into your cunt, and then you make eye contact, groaning as your mouths latch together again.

You kiss him deeply, his tongue teasing yours, and he chases your mouth when you pull away to focus on rocking your hips against his. Xavier’s hands move to grip your ass, squeezing it roughly as you lift your hips and drop them back down again. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room between your mixed groans and moans. His hand pulls back and comes down on your cheek, the sting radiating across as it jiggles. He smooths his hand over it to soothe the pain, and then does it again, wanting to see his large, red handprint marked there.

“Fuck, just like that.” He moans, his hands guiding your movements. Your walls flutter around his length as it plunges inside you over and over, squeezing him just right like always. His eyes watch the way your chest bounces with each drop of your hips, and he leans forward, about to take one of your nipples into his mouth when he grunts again. “You’re a fucking goddess.”

A laugh bubbles up in your throat at that comment, and you reach forward to stroke his cheek as he pulls your nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly. Your head falls back, hips stuttering at the added stimuli. Xavier’s tongue flicks it gently before he moves to the other one, getting each nice and perked. When he removes his mouth completely, his fingers come to tug on both gently.

After a few more moments, Xavier lifts you off him and kisses your shoulder before sliding out from beneath you. His tall frame stands up behind you, pushing you onto your hands and knees on the couch. Your cheek presses into the cushion as he drives his cock back inside you.

“Oh, shit.” You whimper, your toes curling as he presses even deeper inside of you, burying himself to the hilt before pulling back and snapping his hips roughly into yours.

Xavier sets a brutal pace, leaning forward over you, one of his hands pressing on your shoulders to ensure your face is digging into the cushion below you, the other moving around to slap at your clit. You moan louder, trying to meet his thrusts but the pace is too quick for you. One particularly rough slap to your clit shoots tingles of mixed pain and pleasure through your body. You can almost feel the blood in your body move to your lower extremities, making your cunt throb around him.

“Such a pretty little slut. ‘M gonna give you all my cum.” He grunts out, hips ramming harder now.

His tip nudges against your sweet spot with every thrust now, and your legs begin to shake. He moves a hand to your hair, yanking you flush against his chest before tilting your head towards his.

“Open.” He says firmly, and you let your mouth drop open immediately.

Xavier proceeds to spit in your mouth, and you savor it, moaning greedily and opening again for him. He obliges and does it again for you. His assault on your clit never stops, and it only takes a couple more minutes before your walls are tightening around his cock, and you’re falling apart.

Your cries are loud, and he moves his hand up to your throat, silencing you with a kiss. He thrusts through your orgasm, before bottoming out completely, as deep as he can get, and cumming hard for you. Xavier lets out an extended groan low in his throat as he stays buried inside you. After a few moments, he lowers you back onto your hands and knees, pulling out.

His release drips out of you, and he dips his fingers in your messy cunt and pushes it right back inside.

“You look so pretty with a full cunt.” He murmurs to you, and you flush, wiggling your hips a little for him. “Who gets to fill this delicious pussy? Who does it belong to?”

“You.” Your voice is hoarse from all the moaning, but you respond automatically.

“That’s right. I own this pussy. It’s mine. And you’re my little breedable slut, aren’t you?” His eyes are trained on your leaking hole, but he smooths his hand over your cheeks lovingly.

“Yes, baby. I’m all yours.” You slowly move so you can kiss him.

Xavier kisses you back briefly, before his stomach rumbles and he pulls away.

“Good. Now, how about we finish that pizza we brought home? I’m suddenly starved. No idea why.” He teases, and you giggle.

“I can’t think of anything either.” You grin, shaking your head. “But maybe I’m just fucked dumb.”

Xavier groans at your words and pulls you in for another kiss. He almost growls into it before grabbing your legs and tugging on them, making you lay on your back.

“Actually, the pizza can wait. I have my meal right here.”

When his tongue laps at your hole, collecting your mixed releases, you both groan at the same time.

It’s official. Xavier loves New York. But he loves one thing more. You.

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frankiesgirlxx · 8 months

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sweet dreams ༊*·˚ ☁

pairing: frank castle x reader

summary: frank has a nightmare and tells reader how he feels about them.

warnings: fluff and angst kinda. he's kinda just vulnerable about whether or not he deserves reader.

a/n: im so self indulgent lollll. like alexa, play 'that should be me' by justin bieber. anyways, enjoy ig. leave me asks and requests and stuff!!! love you byeee!

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wc: ~720 ish words (shush)

you couldn't sleep. you're a light sleeper and frank was tossing and turning, groaning and sweating. he’s on his side right now facing away from you. he wasn’t always like this, but it was like this every so often. you didn’t mind losing sleep, but what drove you crazy was how frank is feeling and his past affects him even in his sleep. when he gets like this you can’t help but think that you’d taken all those nights where you’d admire him peacefully sleeping for granted. it hurts you to see him like this.

he goes quiet and then jolts awake panting. he sits up, eyes looking panicked. you sit up too and rub his back "shh, its okay love, it was just a bad dream."

as he hears your voice it seems that his eyes seem to become more relaxed and grounded. he looks at you with those soft brown eyes that you love, “it’s okay sweet girl, i’m okay.” you look worried, and can’t help but ask.

“do you wanna talk about it frankie?” he shakes his head. he wants to tell you everything, about his past in the military, maria and the kids, but he’s tired. he’s told you the basics, but not the parts that haunt him every night. “you’re too good to me darlin’. sometimes i don’t think i deserve you.”

your head tilts slightly. what does he mean? if anything you think it’s the opposite. he protects you, he remembers every little thing you tell him, he makes you feel so good in every way. you don’t want him talking like this. “what do you mean?”

he looks a bit nervous as he says, “you’re so precious and beautiful” he takes a moment to cradle your face with his hand, thumb rubbing over your soft cheek. “i can’t believe you’re all mine sweet girl”

you start to feel your cheeks grow warmer, knowing that you’re blushing. “why wouldn’t you deserve me frankie?” there are tears building up in your eyes. you don’t understand what he’s saying and you’re scared of what he’s going to say next.

he looks down, as though he’s ashamed of himself. “you know about the bad things i’ve done, it’s hard not to think like that”

you didn’t know he thought like that ever. to you, frank was the most secure person you knew, but now you were starting to question that. you were also internally beating yourself up for not thinking about this possibility. he’s been through so much and this didn’t even cross your mind? “you’re mine frank, nothings going to change that okay?” it’s your turn to hold his face. both hands go to his face. you kiss his forehead over and over, hoping to get rid of as many of his negative thoughts as you could. “can you please believe that?” a few tears were rolling down your cheeks making it seem like your eyes were twinkling. you felt bad for crying when this was about frank, but you couldn’t help it. how could he think that he was unworthy of you?

frank looks at you, wiping your tears, “yes princess”. he sighs like it felt good to get that off of his chest. however, he hates to see you like this, so he thought he’d try lighten the mood. he didn’t want you crying yourself to sleep, he couldn’t bare to see it. “you’re the macaroni to my cheese baby”

you hit frank playfully after sniffling, “eww stop it with the corny shit” you laugh “go back to sleep frank.”

“yes ma’am.” he starts spooning you, smiling to himself and rubbing your stomach. you used to be insecure about it but now it just comforts you and helps you sleep. “frank?”

“yeah sweetheart?”

“can we talk about your dreams in the morning? i know you don’t wanna worry me, but i can’t help worrying anyway. i want you to feel like you can talk to me about anything.” your heart is racing because you don’t want to push him too far. you don’t know it, but he can feel it. he thinks about how precious you are.

“okay then. in the morning. get some rest sweet girl.”

“good night frankie.” you quickly fall back asleep, but frank stays up thinking about how lucky he got finding you.

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repost from old blog :)

“Is it better to speak or to die?”

The sudden question caught you by surprise, prompting you to tear your gaze away from the moonlit lake and face the dark-haired boy beside you. Megumi looked deeply concentrated on something, seeming almost as though he had voiced his thoughts aloud without even realizing it.

“Depends on how you look at it,” you answered after a few moments, hands supporting your weight against the damp grass beneath you. “Depends on the situation, really.”

Megumi brought his attention from a blade of grass you’d placed playfully on his leg earlier up to you, though you had directed your own back to the body of water before you. The water glistened in the moonlight which, in turn, reflected brightly onto your face, illuminating your most prominent features. He felt his cheeks warm at the sight and glanced back up towards the moon.

“What do you mean?” he asked curiously, mirroring your movements as he, too, let his hands support him against the grass.

“Well, what if you knew that speaking would result in something terrible? Far worse than death?” you suggested casually, swinging your legs gently back and forth in the water beneath you—you saw a small frog hop away, disturbed. “Would it be selfish to speak, then? Or would you be selfless and sacrifice what you had to say for the greater good of others?”

The crickets around you chorded in time with Megumi’s racing heart, though he could hardly hear them over his suffocating nerves. He wondered, then, if he should be selfish—should he speak? Lay his soul bare for only you in the dead of night and let his mouth run freely without his words being filtered into lies by his brain, but speak the pure truth from his heart?

“And what would you do?” he asked finally after swallowing a lump in his throat. “In the name of love, let’s say—would you rather speak your truth? Or die with all of the love you never had a chance to give?”

You were silent for a moment, in thought, as you stared up at the starry sky. For a moment, Megumi thought you would say nothing.

“I would rather die.” You furrowed your brows after answering his question, almost as though you were unsure of what you’d said, yourself. “If your love was unrequited, then what? If they, too, loved you, but couldn’t afford to be with you, what then?” You shook your head, a sigh falling from your lips—Megumi’s heart felt heavy in his chest. “Death is better than risking living a life loveless and full of misery.”

You both went quiet, then, and you looked up to meet the boy’s gaze which was still trained on you. Only the chirping of insects, hooting of owls, and gentle splash of water could be heard as the two of you stared into each other’s eyes, wordless. It was a mere moment, but to Megumi, it felt like an eternity. It took everything in him not to close the gap between the two of you in a kiss, to take your face in his hands with the utmost care and feel your lips against his, to hear you whisper his name with the same longing he felt for you.

You turned back around just as quickly as you’d faced him, this time laying down comfortably against the grass, smiling slightly as it tickled your cheeks. Megumi did not follow your actions.

“Why do you ask?”

Megumi turned away from you to direct his gaze toward the lake, pursing his lips in thought; why did he ask? What answer was he expecting to hear? That, he wasn’t sure.

At that moment, Megumi decided he would continue to wallow in death; he would love you silently and from afar, watching as you went on to find love of your own, leaving him behind to curse himself for his cowardice. He was scared, terrified that, if he were to speak the truth, declare his love for you without a care in the world, you would give him the same look of pity he’d seen you give many others before him before letting him down gently, “I’m sorry, Megumi, but I just don’t feel the same way.”

He found himself agreeing with your answer to his question, and he decided that death would be a better fate than living without the one person he held most dear. Megumi couldn’t be selfish, not when you were involved.

“I don’t know,” he answered simply, voice free of any indication that his heart was, indeed, breaking. “Just wondering, I guess.”

A thick cloud shrouded the moon in a matter of seconds, leaving the two of you in darkness.

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This might sound weird but can i request Olivier Giroud x teen reader, like where they are neighbours and reader’s parents are like drunk and drugged people so he takes care of her? In a fatherly way❤️❤️

I really love your blog! You writings are my favorites❤️❤️

Okay so you’re telling me there are NONE writings about Olivier Giroud on this app?

THIS MAN NEEDS MORE APPRECIATION

Thank you so much for requesting this! This one actually feels very personal to me.

I hope you like this💓

(Let’s pretends Oli doesn’t have kids and a wife in this story okay🤭)

also tw : domestic abuse, drug and alcohol mention, violence , oliver being the father i actually need since mine went out to buy milk and never came back ☹️

kylian mbappe is in this one too! kinda of kylian x friend reader where they both have a crush on each other 🤭

just look at the way he’s comforting kylian 😭😭😭😭😭

Safe

You grew up in a pretty messed up family.

You’re parents were caring and nice when you were a kid but once you grew up they stopped caring about you. The only reason they didn’t divorce was because they had to decided who would take care of you and since no one wanted to do it they remained married. Also because if they divorced your rich uncles wouldn’t gave them any more money. You called them for help so many times and the only thing they did was giving them money.

What a shitty family.

You can’t recall when everything started to going down you just remembered being alone all of sudden.

You lived in a fancy complex in the middle of Milan. It was a very expensive building, the one who has a gym and a pool inside of it. If it wasn’t for your uncles you all would be living under a bridge now.

Your parents acted normal in public but inside your house everything was crazy. They would constantly fight and throw things at each other. They would scream and hit each other and that made you feel so unsafe.

You tried to escape once and saying that they didn’t even realised you were gone hurt you.

You were 18 so legally you could have left, problem you had no job or degree.

One night the constantly screaming made you feel sick and you decided to sit on the stairs of your complex hoping they would stop.

It was cold and you were only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans but you were so scared of going back inside that you preferred staying cold.

You waited for two hours, sitting there all alone but they wouldn’t stop. You started crying and fidgeting with your hands, your anxiety rising when you heard someone coming out of the elevator.

You pretended you didn’t hear anything so your neighbour wouldn’t ask you.

You knew exactly who he was.

Olivier Giroud, the famous football player. He played for Milan and for the Equipe de France. He won the world cup once. He’s also champion of Italy now.

He was a nice person. Always greeting you when he saw you, asking you if you were good. He was like an angel sent to heart. Everyone loved him for his caring and gentle soul.

In fact he was going home when he saw you sitting on the stairs, shivering from the cold.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” he asked with a concerned voice

“Yes” you said with a shaky voice and in that moment you cursed yourself because you didn’t want to look so weak

“Are you sure?”

“Mh-mh”

“What are you doing outside here? It’s cold,

plus it’s past midnight, you should be sleeping…”

“I’m fine”

“Have you eaten?” he asked and when he mentioned food your stomach rumbled

You were starving.

“Do you want to come inside and eat something?” he asked hoping you would say yes

“I don’t want to bother”

“It’s fine really”

In that moment you turned around to look at him and when he saw your face his heart broke a little. Your eyes red and puffy from crying.

You stood up and followed him inside his home.

His apartment completely different from yours.

It was clean and nice decorated. It felt like home.

“You can sit on the couch if you want to, I’ll get you something to eat” he said while you sat

He came back a few moments later with a very good looking sandwich and you couldn’t help to smile at his kind gesture.

You thanked him and started eating.

Once you’ve finished he gave you something to drink and set everything in the sink.

“Now can you tell me what were you doing outside?” he asked you again

“I didn’t want to stay at home”

“Your parents?” he asked and you looked at him with an interrogative face “I hear them fight sometimes” he said

“Yup, that’s my life”

“Have you called someone?”

“I’ve called so many people and no one would do anything”

“I’m sorry, truly, if you want you can use my guest bedroom and stay here tonight” he said

“I can’t accept, you already did a lot for me”

“I insist, I can’t let you go back knowing they might hurt you”

You thought about it and accepted his offer.

Just for one night.

He showed you the way and the moment you touched the bed you drifted off to sleep.

He woke you up around 8 am

“I’m sorry to wake you up but I have to go to practice, you can stay here a bit more if you want to” he said truthfully

“No it’s fine I’ve got school in one hour…”

“Okay, well, if you need anything just give a call” he gave you his phone number and you thanked him.

After that night days passed and everyday he would make sure you were okay. He texted you and asked if you needed anything. Truth was you wanted to spend the rest of your days in his apartment, away from your parents but you couldn’t take advantage of his kindness like this.

This month things got worse.

Your dad started drinking again because things were going bad at work, your mum started using again and you were on the verge of a crisis.

“Y/n!” your dad called you from the living room.

You were in your bedroom doing your homework so you decided to ignore him.

It was almost 10 pm so he would have probably fell asleep very soon. Your mom was out, probably with some druggies.

“Y/n!” your dad called you again.

You decide to go out and see what he wanted.

When he saw you he smiled a bit.

“Honey can you get me a beer?” he asked.

Was he serious?

“No” you replied back

“Excuse me?”

“I said no. I was doing my homework and you interrupted me. Plus you’re already drunk you don’t need another beer!” you said almost leaving when you saw the bottle of his empty beer crashing straight into the wall in front of you.

“Where do you think you’re going whore! Come back and pay me some respect! I’m your father” he said standing up from the couch.

You started to being scared.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…” you apologised hoping he would calm down.

You were so wrong.

He come towards you with an inhuman speed and slapped you right in face. The impact was so hard you fell to the floor. He never raised his hands to you.

“Dad I said i’m sorry please…”

“What a whore, always begging just like whores do” he said sitting on top of you “I bet you like when I hit you” he said punching your nose making it hard to breathe.

You tried to free yourself and somehow, due to the fact that he was drunk he lost his balance and fell.

In that moment you ran out of your apartment and ran through the corridor trying to find Olivier’s apartment.

“Olivier…” you almost shouted knowing on this door. You really hoped he was home you didn’t have no where to go “Olivier please please open the door” you knocked a bit louder, your eyes full of tears, your face red and you knows bleeding “please please Olivier”

That’s until you saw him opening the door with a very concerned face

When you saw him you hugged him so tight you were scared to leave him.

He was shocked, he didn’t know what was going on so he simply hugged you.

You cried into his shirt but he didn’t mind

He waited a few minutes before you calmed down.

“Sweetie can you look at me?” the moment you looked at him he saw your bleeding nose and your red cheek “What happened? Who did this to you?” he asked in a more serious tone

“My-my father…he was - he was drunk he didn’t mean to”

“I’m calling the police”

“No please no, don’t”

“Sweetheart…”

“I know it’s a bit messed up but they’re the only family I have, please…”

The moment you said this you saw your dad coming straight into Oli’s apartment.

Olivier saw it and he put you behind him in a protective way.

“Leave before I call the police”

“Why? What has done this whore for you? Is she good in bed? The only reason a football player would stay with her I guess”

“I won’t say it again, leave before I call the police”

“Nah, the bitch is coming home with me and she’s going to learn some good manners”

“Not a chance” Olivier said protecting you “now leave my apartment before I call the police”

Your dad left without not even looking at you.

The moment he left you started crying harder and shaking. You were so scared.

“Hey hey it’s fine. You’re okay he’s gone okay? He won’t hurt you ever again I promise you, I swear on my life” he said hugging you.

You simply nodded too tired to even reply.

He medicated your nose and let you sleep in his guest bedroom.

The morning after you woke up with a lot of noise coming from your apartment.

“Olivier?” you called him going into his living room

“Stay here” he simply said

“What’s going on?”

“The police is here…I know I said I wouldn’t call them but…” he didn’t even finish the sentence that you hugged him

“Thank you” you said

He smiled and hugged you back.

From that day on you continued living with him, his guest bedroom became your own bedroom. He helped you with homework and did everything a father should do for his own kids even if you weren’t his. He would bring you his matches and you would cheer for him. Who knew you liked football this much?

Until the moment of the world cup came

You couldn’t go with him in Qatar mostly because of school so you had to stay home alone for a month. You weren’t sure how to react, after your past you hated being alone.

“So…” he said coming through the door and sitting on the sofa watching tv with you “how would you feel coming in Qatar with me?” he asked you

“I-I…you know I would love to but I have school”

“I already talked with your school. Your grades are high and you’re the best of the class…they agreed to let you do online classes for a month, in case you wanted to come”

You were speechless. You said yes without even thinking.

When you got in Qatar you went straight into your room and fell asleep on the huge comfortable bed. The next day Olivier introduced you to the rest of the team, everyone knew your past but they decided to not say anything to make you uncomfortable. They all made you feel safe.

You took a liking in Kylian.

He was the first one to approach you.

He introduced himself and you started talking.

“So how’s my belle today?” he asked when he saw you coming out of your bedroom

“I’m good thank you! How are you?”

“Fine, ready to our first match against Australia” he said knowing it was going to be a great match “in fact…I wanted to ask you if you could wear this” he said giving you his jersey “you know, as a good luck”

“Of course but don’t tell Olivier” you said making you both laugh.

Olivier tho saw everything from a distance and couldn’t be happier that you were making friends. Even if he knew he would have to talk with Kylian.

“Okay…well I better go now, I have practice” he said awkwardly

“Oh yes, sure…I’ll see you tonight”

“Yes…well, bye” he said waving to you.

At the stadium you were in the VIP section, feeling protected with a lot of security. The game went good! France won 4-1 against Australia. Rabiot scored first, Giroud scored twice and Kylian scored too. You couldn’t be happier. You knew they were celebrating in the changing room so you simply texted Olivier you were coming back to the hotel.

Once arrived you changed into your pajamas and laid Kylian’s jersey on your bed.

A few hours later a gentle knock woke you up from your sleep. When you opened you saw a very happy and excited Kylian.

“Did I wake you?” he said apologising

“No” you lied

“Sure…” he said not believing you but smiling “the jersey brought me good luck”

You couldn’t help but blush.

“You’re just good at playing football Kylian, I didn’t do anything”

“You were there, for Olivier, for me, and for the team…and that meant a lot” he said truthfully looking into your eyes. You didn’t know how to feel. You’ve never had a boyfriend, you’ve never had a real crush so you didn’t know how to act. He kinda sensed it your discomfort so he just smiled trying to ease it a bit.

You got lost into his eyes.

“I’ve spoken with Olivier” he said out of nothing “he really cares about you…that’s why he threatened me”

“He did what?” you almost shouted

“He said I have to treat you good and if I dared to hurt you he would kill me” he said now laughing and you couldn’t help to laugh too “but we’re good friends so I would never hurt you…”

Ouch that hurt.

Just friends?

He saw your expression change and he wanted to say a bit more.

“Unless…you don’t want us to be just friends?” he teased a bit and you were completely out of words.

Of course you wanted to be more than friends!

He looked straight into your eyes and saw the way you were looking at his lips so the made first step and gently put his hands on your face and kissed you. Very gently. His lips like feathers on yours. You wrapped your arms around his body and put him closer to you.

You kissed for a while before you separated to catch breathe.

“I want this” he said truthfully “I want to be more than friends”

“I don’t know how to act Kylian…I’ve never dated”

“We’ll take things slow, I won’t pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to but please, just give me a chance”

You didn’t even replied back instead you kissed him.

He smiled into the kiss.

If someone told you a couple of months ago that this was going to be your life you wouldn’t believed it but now this was really your life and you couldn’t be more grateful.

To that angel named Olivier who changed your life in the best way.

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