#I'm not lying... I'm not even stretching the truth here...

[justauthoring]

too early.

you wanted him to live a long life, even if that meant without you

a/n: whos ready for some angstttt woop woop!

tw: minor spoilers for the manga(?), death

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

“Satoru.” 

“I know.”

with barely concealed tears, you glance up at him through blurred vision. your shoulders feel heavy, and your heart hurts and Gojo knows that—of course he knows. Yet, there isn’t a single thing he can do. 

He can’t change what’s happened.

“I didn't want you here.”

And he just smiles. in that way that Gojo always has. It’s bright, despite the darkness that swallows you both, and it’s genuine as his eyes sparkle down at you. He smiles even as everything hurts, even as everything else is nothing but a cold, dark space that you’ll never leave and now, neither will he.

“But I'm here.”

Biting your lip, you step towards him.

- 

“You’re insufferable.”

“I know.”

“And annoying.”

“Yup.”

“And you never know when to shut up.”

“But…” and he pauses for effect, face in yours so you can’t look away as his bright (and unfortunately, beautiful) eyes stare back at you with a twinkle of mischief. He’s leaning to meet your height, and he’s grinning far and wide, lips stretched out as he barely contains his own enjoyment. “You love me.”

And, regrettably, you do.

Rolling your eyes, you press a hand to his cheek, pushing him away as you groan.

“As if.”

The words are a blatant lie and both of you know that.

But you’re not ready to admit yet that your feelings for your fellow classmate are anything other than platonic. You think, maybe, hopefully, he isn’t either. 

(He isn’t).

So, you’ll continue to deny it. Feign annoyance and disgust when really your heart beats madly within your chest, showing no sign of stopping anytime soon, and your cheeks burn, dusted rose across the apples of your cheeks. It’s all there, plain to see, but you plead obliviousness and Gojo does the same.

Obliging to you, he steps back, chuckling to himself.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, more to himself than anyone. “As if.”

-

“Do you remember the first time we met?”

Blinking, you turn to Gojo. “You mean when you laughed at me… to my face.”

Frowning, Gojo shakes his head; “that is not what happened.”

“That is in fact what happened,” you correct, shaking your head at him. He’s sitting in front of you, sitting the wrong way on a chair as he leans on the corner of one of the legs dangerously (and you swear he will end up falling soon). You’d been trying to catch up on some homework when Gojo had found you in the empty classroom and had promptly decided you were to occupy him for the time being. 

(Geto was out on a mission).

But, he’s brought with him some candy and even if he whined every time you did, you still proceeded to invite yourself to a couple gummies every once in a while.

So, his annoyance is forgivable.

(And really, you don’t mind, if you’re being honest.)

“I introduced myself to you, you took one look at me, called me ‘weak’ and laughed.” You explain, sending him a deadpanned look.

Gojo continues to stare back at you like you’re lying (the audacity), before he blinks, as if thinking back. The grin on his face falters somewhat as the memory resurfaces, and he blinks back at you, looking oddly apologetic.

Not a look Gojo wears very often.

“Well, I take it back.”

You’re halfway through stealing one of his gummies when you pause, hand left stretched out before you as you stare back at him.

“What?”

“You’re not weak,” he shrugs, “and I shouldn’t have laughed at you. Obviously, I’m still stronger than you,” you roll your eyes, “but I take it back.”

Raising a brow, you squint at him. “Are you trying to apologize?”

“Maybe?”

“The answer is yes or no, Gojo.”

“...Yes.”

It’s more honest than you’re expecting. If you’re being truthful, this whole conversation is not what you’d expected at all. 

But still, he’s apologizing, in his own way, and he seems to mean it. It didn’t really bother you all that much all that more–it was a long time ago and Gojo was just like that, though you’ll admit he’s lessened his smugness a little bit through the time you’ve known him. At least when he’s with you, he does, and he doesn’t make you feel like a infuriable piece of trash next to him, so, you know, he’s making the right steps. 

(All the right steps).

“Well,” you settle on eventually, grabbing your gummies. “Apology accepted.”

And really, his grin is bright enough to forget that his apology was pretty lousy.

-

“Ow.”

“It’s not my fault you got hurt.”

Pouting, you turn away from Gojo, not wanting to look at his face currently because if you have to see his smirk one more time you swear you’re going to strangle him—

“Lift your arm,” he’s calling, a hand wrapping around your wrist to guide the motion. Your lips part at the touch, hating the flutter of nerves that hits you, letting your head rest in your other hand as you listen to him, lifting your arm, and letting him move it until it’s resting on his shoulder.

You stare back at him then.

“You should’ve let me come with you.”

Huffing, you roll your eyes. “I thought you said I’m not weak.”

“You’re not,” he says plainly, pulling at your shirt to place the bandage at your side. Your cheeks warm when you realize he’s seeing skin he’s never seen before, swallowing thickly at the feeling of his fingers ghosting across sensitive skin. It’s enough to pull goosebumps, and you hope he doesn’t notice them.

(He does).

“I’m just the strongest.”

Shoulders falling, you decide to watch him. “It’s not that bad.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“That’s why I said I should find Shoko.”

“She’s not here.”

“Oh.”

(She is–Gojo wants to take care of you).

“Still,” you say after a moment, “it doesn’t hurt.”

He glares at you. “You were hissing not a minute ago.”

“That’s cause you pressed on it!” You argue, shifting in your seat as you ignore his heavy gaze. “You’re very heavy-handed, I’ll have you know. And no skill in cleaning wounds either. I swear, it hurts more now then it did before so–”

You stop rambling when you realize he’s finished patching the wound and is simply staring at you.

“So… yeah,” you finish lamely.

(You can’t think all that well when he looks at you like that).

“Don’t push yourself too hard,” he says after a moment. His voice is oddly serious in a way it rarely is with Gojo. Though, it feels like recently, Gojo sounds more worried and serious with you than he had before. 

You don’t want to think about what that could mean.

(You don’t want to get your hopes up).

“You shouldn’t go on missions where you’ll get hurt.”

“It’s my job, Gojo.” You remind, “I don’t have much of a choice.”

“You do,” he says sharply. “I’ll make it so.”

Licking your lip, you stare at the worry in his eyes. Gojo was very rarely expressive in his emotions and you’ve come to learn that he often hid the way he really felt; but sometimes it felt like you were the only one who really saw how he felt. Because he’d look at you like this, with a furrow in his brow and concern in his gaze and it’d leave you stunned.

Stunned in the way you couldn’t speak.

“Okay,” you whisper, forcing the words out because that’s what you settle on. That’s all you can settle on. “I won’t.”

-

“Gojo–!” 

His back is turned to you, shoulders tensed, his hands clenched by his sides. Whatever you’d been about to say dies on the tip of your tongue because what do you say?

How could you ever say something that would be enough to fix what’s happened?

But still, you want to try. You can’t just leave it alone. Not after what had happened. You couldn’t even begin to think how he must be feeling, the confusion and hurt and rage that must be flooding through him.

And if you could in any way soothe that, you had to try.

(Little did you know, you’d done just that the second you’d called for him).

“I’m…” You hesitate, stepping towards him with a hand stretched out uselessly before him. Even if you wanted to touch him, you couldn’t–not with his infinity… “I’m so sorry.”

Gojo stays still. The slight rise and fall of his shoulders as he takes even shallow breaths is the only inclination that he’s alive and breathing and listening.

“I heard about… about Geto–I was called away on a mission so I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier,” you explain, your words rambling as you try to sort through the chaos of thoughts in your mind. You’d never had to comfort Gojo before–did he even want to be comforted? Did he want to be comforted by you?

You doubted it.

(He did).

“I’m so sorry.”

And you truly are even if the words mean nothing to him. Even if he doesn’t care that you’re sorry. 

You still are.

You blink, eyes falling to your feet, and you’re starting to think you should just leave. Gojo clearly didn’t want you there or to hear you ramble, and it was silly of you to think that you of all people would be able to help someone like him. 

Then, there are arms wrapping around your shoulders and you’re pressed flush against a strong chest.

“Gojo–” 

He just shakes his head, holding you tighter and understanding, you close your mouth, letting the words you’d been about to say die out. 

Because Gojo didn’t want you to speak and he surely didn’t want to either. It was easier to be silent but better to be silent with you. You made it all a little more bearable and if he was honest with himself, you always had.

He just hadn’t known how much until now.

So, instead, you let yourself ease, moving to wrap your arms around him in return, and his head is moving to cradle into the crook of your neck, his nose pressed against the skin as he lets out the faintest, softest, shuddering breath.

You move to press a hand against the back of his head, and squeeze in the hopes it helps even just a little (—it does and more).

-

“Can I just–fuck it.”

Before you can even realize, his lips are pressed against your own.

Warm, soft lips against yours, his hands finding purchase on your waist as you tense at the contact, stunned, your brain lagging as you try to process what’s happening. A second ago Gojo had been chatting your ear off as normal, the two of you alone in your dorm as you often found yourselves now, because Shoko rarely had time now because of her role in Jujutsu High and Geto… well, Geto just wasn’t there.

Gojo was busy too. Really busy. And you were too. Maybe not as much, but in your own way. 

Gojo made sure any free time he did have was spent with you though. You return the sentiment with ease.

It felt natural, after all.

And yeah, maybe you’d admit the two of you had been dancing around these feelings for a long time. You can’t count on both hands the amount of times Shoko has begged you to just kiss the man already if you were going to make love eyes at him all the time (her words).

There were other instances too, but they were too painful to remember.

You’d known for a long time the way you felt about Gojo, but you didn’t want to mess up what the two of you had. And that had been at first, before it had developed into this comraderie you only could find in him—and you definitely didn’t wanna mess that up by letting your emotions get in the way. So, you just… didn’t. It was comfortable, this bond the two of you had developed and the idea of losing that was too heartbreaking.

Chances were scary when it could destroy everything.

So you didn’t take any.

(Gojo was tired of not taking any).

He’s pulling back before you can move, slightly breathless as he smiles faintly down at you. “The point is to kiss me back, you know.”

And you blink, once, twice, before his words register and you gape up at him.

“I-I–!” You can’t find the words, feeling like your mind is short-circuiting as you stare up at him. Because it was so like him to be so smug when he’d just kissed you without confirming how you felt in return. It was so like him to just know that you were completely and wholeheartedly in love with him. 

(Probably because he was too).

His hands are still on your waist and he’s close, more close than he’s ever been. You can feel his breath against your cheeks, and you’re sure you’re bright red, but you don’t want to pull away and you desperately want him to kiss you back.

Reaching forward, you decide Gojo’s words are all too fitting and to fuck it—you tug at his shirt, leaning to meet his lips.

He chuckles as you do, laugh warm and husky and it makes your knees feel weak as your lips meet his once more, eyes fluttering shut.

(It was, truly, everything you’d ever dreamed about).

And as you both pull away once more, breathless, he leans his forehead against your own and you run your fingers through the hairs on the back of his neck, laughing lightly. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” you confess, turning to glance up at him.

Gojo grins; “me too.”

“So we were waiting for nothing?”

He shrugs; “guess so. But it doesn’t matter now.”

Your brows furrow, shaking your head as he shuffles closer, squeezing your hips.

“Because now I can kiss you whenever I want.”

-

“I’m gonna go speak to that Megumi kid tomorrow.”

Pausing at Gojo’s words, you close the book you’d been reading, shifting on the bed next to him to face him better. He’s already looking at you, tired eyes focused on your own as you nod at him. “Okay.”

“Just okay?” He asks, as if almost hesitantly. “I could end up with a kid depending on what he says.”

You nod. “I know.”

Gojo seems puzzled, head tilting as he leans over to his side rather than his back. His hand falls on your arm, grip gentle. “You’re okay with that?”

“I am,” you answer. “I want you to do what you think is right.”

“Even if it means bringing a random kid home?”

Snorting, you nod again. “Yes, Satoru. Even if it means bringing a kid home.”

“We’d have to… raise him,” he explains, the words sharp and uncomfortable on his tongue. “Or, at least, pay for him to live. Something like that.”

You laugh, reaching forward to cup his cheek. “Whatever you decide, I’m okay with.”

Gojo still seems skeptical. He eyes you like he’s sure there’s some hidden meaning behind your words or worried you might change your mind suddenly. 

(You’d decided long ago you’d follow him to the ends of the earth if that’s what he decided). 

“...You’re sure?”

Smiling, you hum; “yes.” 

“Okay…” He says slowly, eyes flickering back to you once more just to make sure.

You just giggle, leaning into him and letting your head rest on his shoulder. 

“Remember I have that mission tomorrow, too,” you remind him. “Whatever you decide, I’m okay with it but I won’t be there to help you until I come back from the mission. So, you’d be on your own with him for a while.”

Gojo guffaws next to you; “you’re acting like I’ve already decided.”

You raise a brow, glancing up at him through your lashes; “haven’t you?”

Frowning, Gojo squints down at you. “Maybe…”

Shaking your head, you just laugh. “I look forward to meeting him.”

“...Me too.” Gojo agrees, “if he wants to come.”

“He will,” you shrug. “I’m sure.”

Gojo doubts your certainty, but he doesn’t argue against it either. Instead, he shifts to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer against his side. You’ve got an early mission tomorrow, after all, and he doesn’t want to waste every last second he has with you until he’s torn apart from you for a whole weekend.

(Truly, the worst hell those higher up can subject him to).

You feel the same, of course. So you lean into him with ease, relishing in the feeling of his warmth and familiarity.

Thinking to yourself that your whole world will be different when you return—you and Gojo and a… kid.

(It’s crazy, but you still love the idea of it).

-

You don’t come home after that mission, though.

You don’t come home ever again.

And you don’t see Gojo until ten years later.

-

Setting your hands against his cheeks, you frown. 

“I wanted you to live a long life.”

Gojo shakes his head. “Wasn’t worth living without you.”

You sniffle, swallowing back the tears that just continue to fall relentlessly. It was wonderful to have Gojo in your arms once more, but… but you’d wanted him to live forever… raising the new generation of Jujutsu Sorcerers and protecting them. Live a life, even if it meant without you.

You’d been content just watching.

But he was here now, regardless, and it would be silly to deny the fact that a part of you was happy to have him with you once more even if it broke your heart all the same.

“I missed you,” Gojo whispers against the top of your head, pulling you close into a hug. He holds tight and long, savoring the fact that he can have you in his arms once again after years of being forced to live without you. “I missed you so much.”

“Me too,” you agree, pressing your face into his chest and breathing in his familiar scent. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it home.”

Gojo just shakes his head, a hand pressing to the back of yours.

“It’s okay,” he assures, “because I have you now.”

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[bahrtofane]

flics and feelings

your job becomes exponentially harder when jude comes into the picture. Literally.

jude x wc!photographer

Word count : 3.2K+

Watch it : suggestive language, skinny dipping, light angst but happy ending !!

Hope you enjoy <3 !!

—--

You're a sports photographer who's just been added to the list of the england national team. Not just for friendlies no no, you're going to the world cup.

You've done a few things here and there for them during friendlies and public appearances and the hard work has seemed to pay off ! 

You can't stop smiling and bouncing around from pure joy after you open the email informing you. This is the chance, the opportunity, the place and time to really make a name for yourself and put your foot out there in the market and world.

You truly believe that this is your calling. It does help that the team isn't bad eye candy either. You'd be blind to argue with that. But nonetheless you must stay professional !

—--

Your professionalism goes down the drain thanks to one very hands, flirty, and mouthy Jude Bellingham. 

It's his fault really. 

It started as nothing more but curiosity to look at the raw pictures you took of him at training. That soon escalated to teasing words, and hands straying away from your camera and to your own. 

He had kissed you for the first time after the first game, under the cover of the locker room long after most people had gone. Gently taking your face in his hands and giving your lips a kiss so tender you wonder if it was even real sometimes.

You're playing a risky game now, you know. But his smile is worth every moment. And besides, your boss has been complimenting your shots lately. Calling them a “raw glimpse into the truth of bellingham.” Whatever that means.

To be honest you don't really know where this new found relationship even stands, fleeting or otherwise you don't have the guts to challenge it in fear of losing him too soon. 

—--

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep

You groan, stretching meekly to find the source of whatever is ruining your sleep, and in the process elbow Jude in the stomach. 

“Ah, sorry baby.” You rasp, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes. 

He stifles a groan, looking up at you meekly. “ ‘S okay, just ‘m alarm,'' Flopping back into his face dramatically. 

You sigh, lying back down. That means you also have to get up and ready soon. The suns not even out yet but you have to be ? Unbelievable, truly. 

You spend the little time you have scrolling through social media and answering emails while Jude sleeps soundly next to you as cozy as ever. 

When his second alarm goes off, you give him gentle kisses to the tips of his cheeks and nose to help him wake up. But all you get is him dragging you back down into the covers with him. 

'Little more..” He babbles hanging into you and any covers he can reach. 

You flick his arm gently, “We have to get going, especially you, don't want Saka beating you out there again?”

He gets up at this and narrows his eyes at you, “I think you've taken a fancy to him more than me now.”

You chuckle, “Uh huh, sure. It's his bed I'm in right now right ?’

He opens his mouth to argue but settles for getting out of bed and sulking to the bathroom. 

You take this as a sign to get ready yourself. Getting dressed and making a metal note for the equipment you'll need to grab from your own room. 

Jude walks out of the bathroom toothbrush hanging from his mouth and motions for your turn, giving your hip a little squeeze as you walk by. 

He's all dressed, save for the toothbrush, by the time you walk out. Ducking back into the bathroom when you're done. You take a moment to appreciate him, so pretty. 

“You look good.” You smile.

“Thank you love,” He leans in to give you a quick peck, “ i'll see you later yeah?”

You nod watching him leave. 

—--

You come back to find him nowhere to be seen, but you have more than enough pictures to make the whole photo team happy for a year. You spend the rest of the night editing them and sending them off to your list of clientele. Mainly online papers and twitter if you're being honest, but hey it gets the job done and keeps you fed.  

You wonder just how far England will go, just how long you can pretend to have Jude in these fleeting moments you share thousands of miles away from home. 

The door opens as you're knee deep in emails to reveal one very bouncy Jude. 

“What's got you in such a good mood ?”

“You.” He grins.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm , you looked really good today.”

“Oh please, all I was doing was crouching on the side lines and sweating.”

“And yet you looked so hot doing it.” he pokes your side.

You roll your eyes and him, swatting his hand away and turning your focus back to emails on emails on emails. He plops himself down next to you, kicking his shoes off and wiggling dramatically. 

“I wanna show you something when you're done.” He blurts. 

That's all the motivation you need to speed through all your work for tonight.

He takes your hand in his, against your harsh whispers that someone might see, he doesn't care one bit. Only dragging you along more dramatically.

He takes you down hallways and loops of the hotel you haven't been able to get to yet, up a short spiral staircase to a single elevator that doubt will fit the both of you. But he makes it work. Pressing you up to his chest and wrapping an arm around your waist.

He's so warm, radiating more heat than a damn fireplace, but it feels nice against the brisk hotel ac. He tilts his head while staring at your lips, and you've come to know exactly what he wants. You give it to him. How could you not. 

You bring your faces together, a hand on the back of his neck, to pull him impossibly close to you. He always lets you set the pace, plush lips hesitating before opening enough to meet your tongue. 

Too bad the elevator ding interrupts, he's blushing now, you can see and feel the heat radiating from his face as he hastily pulls away. 

But he still finds the courage to pull you out of the tiny elevator gingerly, leading you to what you think is the hotel rooftop. It's gorgeous, honestly. Small patio like area with white couches and chairs facing an electric dome fireplace.  A small swimming pool in the far corner overlooking the city, and a blanket layed out in the artificial grass. Pillows, snacks and all. 

You’re silent for a moment trying to figure this out, figure him out. 

He takes your hand in his, gently leading you to the blanket before you can over think any longer. Letting you sit down and looking at you with too much fondness than you can handle. 

“I don't…” You begin.

He only smiles at you, “I wanted to spend time with you. Proper time that's not in my hotel room or behind the locker room.”

You can only stare at him in disbelief. You can't remember the last time anyone let alone a man, and one you were romantically interested in, doing something so sweet for you. 

Your voice fails you, as well as basic thinking it seems as you launch yourself at him. Smothering not only Jude but the chips in between you. He only lets out giggles when his back hits the ground, letting you do as you please while rubbing your back.

“Thank you so much, really. It means a lot.” You finally choke out.

He gets up immediately, taking you by the shoulders and staring right at you. “Don't do that. Don't cry. Please.”

Your bottom lip only wobbles harder as you try to hold back the tears, but they come all too soon as you sniffle. “ ‘M not sad. Really happy. You make me happy.” You mumble, head now smushed on his shoulder.

“Hey it's okay, take your time love, we've got all night.” 

And all night you do have. By the time your tears have dried Jude makes you try every single snack and little treat he hauled up here. 

You notice a pile of towels sitting at the edge of one of the pool chairs and raise an eyebrow, “What are those for?”

“In case, you wanna swim.” He shrugs face full of chewy gummies. Sugar free fat free everything free it seems. Nutritions orders. 

“Can we ?” You turn to him expectedly.

“Why not.” He smiles.

You don't take a second longer, taking off your shoes and other accessories. Tip toeing at the edge of the pool before his voice stops you.

“You're gonna swim in those ?”

“Im mean yeah. I didn't bring a change.”

He only shrugs, wiggling out of his own clothes faster than you can stop him. “What are you doing?’ You hiss 

“Uh swimming ?”

“Naked ??”

“Not like it's anything you haven't seen before.” He bumps your shoulder with his, giggling. 

“You're unbelievable. What if someone sees?”

He shrugs, getting in the pool. “Oh they won't, I got that covered with hotel staff already. No ones gonna bother us up here.”

He turns to you after the water is up to his navel, motioning with a hand for you to join. 

Really the problem isn't the situation at hand, skinny dipping seems like great fun really, the problem lies with the man who you're in this predicament with. He's all but invaded your heart and mind at this point. He's just, so, everything you've ever wanted and more. Sweet smiles and even sweeter words, teasing but still kind, always making room for you in his life. During the goddamn world cup of all things. Hard working to his core.

The way he looks at you while you tell him the most mundane things about your day makes your head spin, the care he takes into looking out for you is unmatched by anyone. You are so gone for him

He gives you a concerned look, “You don't have to really it's no pressure we can-”

Fuck it.

You toss your clothes to the side faster than you can change your mind about it and slide your way into the freezing water

“It’s fucking freezing what the hell.“

He only strides closer to you, gently lacing your hands together and pulling you further in, where the water now comes to your collar bones.

“I got you” He murmurs.

You shiver and shake at the water, ”M still cold.”

But he only presses himself impossible close to under the water

“Well, let me warm you up then” He barely whispers while your chests are flush together, his hands on either side of your face. 

Gently bringing your lips together once more.

—--

Once the two of you have had more than enough fun trying to drown each other he swaddles you up in big fluffy towels and lays down next to you on the blanket, star gazing. 

“See, that one's Orion.” He breathes out into the night air.

You hum, burying your face where a bit of his shoulder peaks from his towel. It's warm okay. When you yawn for the third time in a row does he bring up heading back down. 

“You've had a long day, come on.” He nudges your arm. 

You give in, groaning, getting up reluctantly and putting your clothes back on. He tidies up while you tussle with your shoes for a second before joining you at the foot of the elevator. The ride down is a comfortable silence and you swing your joined hands while you walk back to your room.

The moment you step into the room do you collapse into the bed, completely drained. He still makes you get up for a quick shower to rinse the chlorine off. Letting you get into bed first while he does the same after.

You're halfway to dreamland when you feel the bed dip and his familiar warmth envelop you. A gentle kiss on the forehead is the last thing you remember before crashing soundly.

—--

Jude won't admit it but he's definitely started favoring your side more often during games. Whenever there's a celebration he always looks over to you. You try not to make it too obvious and just hunker down, shove your camera in your face and think of something odd to keep you from smiling. 

Your go to recently has been imagining Klopp with fingers for hair. Bizarre. 

It all ends too soon when England gets knocked out by France. 

You can see the disappointment and anger in him. 

“I really thought we had a chance.” He mumbles into your neck later that night.

“Hey it's okay, what's done is done. No use stressing out on the past when there's so much future in front of you.” You try to comfort him.

He sniffles and shrugs. Not wanting to say more. You're set to leave in a day. Then what ?

He begs you to stay, “Just one more night, please.”

Just one more then, one more and you go back to the redundant life you lived before all of this. Before you even felt him utter bliss on your skin. You wonder what his type really is, what are the people he chooses to truly make his. What kind of lovers would move mountains for and shout sappy poetry from the rooftops just to see them smile.

You suppose you should be happy to even have this kind of encounter. Count your blessings, cant have your cake and eat it, blah blah blah. You want him. Now and forever more. 

You don't say any of this, instead choosing to hold his hand gently while he curls up next to you. 

—--

The day the team is set to leave you dont see much of him really. You're too busy counting and recounting all your supplies and making sure you have all the right paperwork for the very heavy and very expensive equipment you're about to embark with.

You have about a week before you're off to Italy for some fancy car races on the coast. You're going to mope and sulk in that time you can feel it. 

You're making your last trip to give the luggage guy your set when you run into Jude. 

“Oh hi, you're leaving already ?”

“Ah no just taking my equipment to the lobby. It always flies before I do.” You try to smile.

He nods, a little solemnly.

“Am I gonna see you at mine later ?’

“Yeah, maybe.”

And with that you take off. You honestly don't expect to ever see him again if not for work. At least this can be a cute story you can tell to friends back home.

—--

Not a cool story at all because you have just realized that you've forgotten your really nice and expensive headphones in his room. Good lord. They were a gift from you to you on your birthday last year when you had a lot of videos to edit and needed to be able to listen to any variation in sound. 

You can not buy those again. 1, the money. 2, you're attached. 

But good god is it going to be awkward just waltzing in there. Maybe you can just ask room service. No to creepy. Text him ? twice as awkward.

Oh fuck, guess going back up to his room it is.

You feel like some stalker creeping around the halls, even though you've been here plenty of times. Now it feels entirely different. Like youre no longer welcome here. But damn do you need your headphones back.

With a deep breath you knock on the door as friendly as a knock can get, and it opens almost immediately. 

“Hi! I'm glad you came.” He beams.

You don't have the heart to tell him it's only for your headphones, you walk in away. Taking a seat at the edge of the bed. You notice everythings been tidied up and organized, there's only his suit cases left standing in the corner. 

He joins you not long after, playing with his fingers idly. Waiting for you to say something, anything. 

“Is something wrong?” He tries.

“No, no, nothing. Just came to say bye and look for my headphones is all.” You mumble. 

He frowns,“There's something up.”

“No.”

“Yes there is. Why else are you acting like you don't know me and you've never been in this room.”

“Because that's what it feels like Jude. We had our little fun and now it's over we go our separate ways.” You have finally reached your tipping point.

He only looks back at you hurt,“Is that what you think this is?”

“Is it not?”

“God no, why would I rent out the roof of this hotel just to stargaze and goof around in the pool with you. Did that mean nothing?”

“It meant everything to me. I told you as much.”

“Then why are you acting like this now?”

“I'm scared. I'm scared when I leave this room and we leave the country. That'll be it. That i’ll never get to have this again.” You whisper.

“Love,” He takes your hand in yours, “I truly want something with you. More than a fling more than a work romance more than whatever you've been thinking of it as. I’ll book a flight to meet you when you land right now if you want. Just say the word.”

“Seriously?”

“Of course. I'm serious. You said it yourself no use stressing over the past when there's so much future. And I want you to be my future. If you'll have me.” He gives you a small smile. 

“Of course i'll have you Jude. You're so incredible I can't even put it into words. I want a future that has an us, I want you to be mine as much as I'll be yours.”

This time it's he who rushes to tackle you into the bed, bombarding your face in kisses while you squeak and give soft punches to his arms in a futile attempt to get him off. 

He finally does and rushes to fish his laptop out of his suitcase, immediately going to his flight information and adding a connecting flight faster than you've seen most people function. 

In the time it takes for him to find his passport you find your headphones, neatly tucked away in the bedside drawer. That makes a lot of sense.

You lean on his shoulder watching the last bit of information go in before he clicks confirm, looking up to smile at you. 

“I'll see you when I land in your city then ?” 

“Yes you will pretty boy.” You murmur, with one final kiss goodbye. Or more a see you soon kiss.

You walk out of the room not only with your fancy headphones but a lovely man to call your own.

#jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x reader #jude x reader #jude bellingham #jude x you #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham fluff #football fanfic #footy fic #footballer one shot #footballer fic #bahr footy

[chrollohearttags]

Requests open? You don't know what you unleashed

It's that time of the month and I've been craving reiner like a mf (side note is it just me or do you crave human touch sm but at the same time the idea of any male rats Ik irl touching me, repulses me)

Anywhooooo if you don't mind the idea of reiner being such a simp for you, showing you sm love and affection stretch marks and all after a rare (inwardly not so rare) day of feeling like shit 🥹

Or reiner throwing you around and slapping you in the face with his dick, I'm easy

(Side side note: I also been having this viral thought of Reiner having a girl And he cheats on her with you constantly, sometimes practically in front of her face, telling you how your better and he will leave her and she can't satisfy him like you can, if you don't like that kind of stuff ignore 🤠)

frennn, omg why are we just alike?! 😭 ovaries be jiggling like a mf, begging to be scrambled but I wouldn’t dream of letting those creatures near me. but ask and you shall receive! 🫶🏾 I literally love allllll of these so much, I have no idea which one to choose. I can’t stop thinking about, him more so than usual slsksks 😫😭 so ykw, we bout to combine all three LMAO! (mainly bc I love the idea of Reiner being a scumbag)

themes + such: infidelity, slight angst, rei is an asshole (not to you! 😭)body worship, pussy eating, reader has stretch marks/slight dysmorphia, body shaming, soft to rough sex, full nelson, daddy’s used, he picks reader up

WHEN SHE’S NOT AROUND

“Rei…wait, we can’t do this..”

“And why not? Who’s going to stop us?”

“No one and that’s the problem..”

the constant back and forth between two lovers, ensued among the fray of dishevelment and lust..lust that had driven you both to the point of no return. Truth be told, you had no good reason to be together. Nothing good would come of this in the long run and yet, here you were…lying in the bed of another woman, with her man’s hands roaming your body. His lips latched onto your nipples and his fingers plunged deep into your aching center. Riding them to bliss as you cried out his name; echoing the walls of her home..it was a disgrace and yet, you couldn’t pull away. You couldn’t let him go..and he felt the same.

“Please..don’t try to pretend like you actually give a shit about her..” His voice seemingly mocking you..it certainly wasn’t his normal demeanor but the one thing you had come to accept about Reiner is that he was not perfect. Not by a long shot…he was certainly not some perfect gentleman that checked all of the boxes. He was handsome, successful, alluring, one hell of a lover but he wasn’t yours!..not even close. That much signified by the silver band on his right ring finger. Married to the girl you despised more than anything. You’d never hated anyone in your entire life but that snooty little blonde bitch was a shoe in for the first spot. Make no mistake, you weren’t afraid of her; more so she was intimidated by you and the thought of fucking her husband unbeknownst gave you a thrill like none other. But your conscious was heavy with thoughts of karma..how things would play out for you guys in the long run..what if he decided that one day he no longer wanted you and by some weird circumstance, decides to make it work with his wife? You’d be out and no one could feel an ounce of pity. You were the adulterer, the harlot, the side chick, mistress..but you were the only one he wanted.

“..because I don’t. Matter of fact, I hope she walks in here right now. I wanna see her face while I’m fucking you..” the deep tone in his voice rattling off into a laugh. Suddenly, he’d tug those thick digits out and shove them between your lips. Allowing you to pacify and taste yourself…watching you become so salacious for him never grew old and it wasn’t something he was ready to let go of. Not now and not ever!..meanwhile, he’d kneel to the floor, caressing your thick thighs in an attempt to quell you. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look today? Hmm?…I feel like you should know that..” that deep southern drawl feeding you those sweet nothings, curling your toes at the sound. He could stay here forever, with you and no one else. Staring into the warmth of those beautiful brown eyes...the truth was, you hadn’t been feeling your best. You worked in the same building as his girl and as one of the lead makeup artists, for the brand that she and many other modeled for, it was difficult seeing women that looked nothing like you garner all of the attention and praise. Not to mention, hearing their snide remarks on the slick about your body type..about how you and others were not a fit for the pieces; literally and figuratively. You were used to it..working in the upper echelon came with discrimination on at least five different levels. But you let it roll off of your back. However, you were having a rather off day. Honestly, the last thing you wanted to do was to be weighed down with the tension of knowing you were sleeping with someone else’s man. That was until you were gifted an anonymous bouquet of flowers..you had no question who the sender was and when he sent you a text message asking to see you, you were glad to accept. Now here you were being spoiled in more ways than one. “You know I love you too, right? You’re my everything..” “Yes, Rei..I love you too..”

Currently, his lips were latching onto your clit, hands firmly planted on your thighs and clawing into them. He needed to taste you..consume your scent and flavor until he was full. That’s the way it was with Reiner..he was a selfish man. Downright gluttonous and he’d have his cake and devour it too! “Good…because I don’t want you to take it personal when I fuck you like a whore tonight.” Smirking up at you and causing you to chew at your lip with a wide smile. Just then, he’d toss your leg across his shoulder and begin the rapid ascent into feasting on your cunt. It wasn’t long before those juices were trickling down his chin and you were trembling. You could’ve jumped from your own flesh at any minute. The way his tongue lapped at your bud, delicately navigated your folds..prodded your entrance..no one treated you better. Hence why his wife would simply have to share. “Oh fuck!…yes, Rei..right there..”

he knew that you were exactly where he wanted you..and there was no way he was letting you go until he got what he desired….suddenly, he’d pull away with his mouth only to quickly substitute your pleasure with his fingers whilst he spoke to you. Feeding you every positive affirmation he could think of…complimenting your beautiful smile down to your legs; rubbing them gently. He didn’t just admire you, he practically worshipped you. Leaving kisses on those stretch marks displayed across your pudgy tummy. He loved all of it and thought that you should do the same. He was adamant in letting you know there was nothing for you to be ashamed of. “You’re so fucking sexy. Trust me..she’s not even half the woman you are. Never could be, baby. The next time she says something, just think about the fact that you have the one thing she doesn’t..” he’d declare, proceeding to spit onto your folds and continue licking. Not once did he break eye contact because he wanted to see all of the expressions that came across your face..he was right. She’d brag and boast about her husband who loved her so much to anyone who’d listen. That was at least in the public eye..however, behind the closed doors of a dressing room, crying into the arms of her best friend, she’d confess that he hadn’t touched her in months. That he seemed distant and cold and she was worried about an affair. Your kind nature couldn’t bear harboring such a secret but the side of you that wanted revenge for watching that bully’s abuse to other girls; bragging about her appearance, wealth and everything else she could flaunt as an adolescent, up into adult hood…you were enjoying this. You wanted the bitch to suffer and quite frankly, see her man getting fucked by the very type of woman she swore she was superior to!

“Lay back f’r me, sweetheart and put those fucking legs up..”

By this point, Reiner’s entire demeanor had seemed to shift. He was still very much hungry for that delicious nectar but he was done with the sweet, charming, innocent demeanor. Quite frankly, it couldn’t come soon enough. You needed him to take what was his! To be dominant, aggressive and pound every single ounce of tension from your body. You were sopping wet with a linear trail of slick, seeping down your slit and he had just the plan to add to the mess. Quickly standing to his feet, he’d take the place of your palms and squeeze the supple flesh of your thighs..he’d already previously undressed so when he came up, that erect cock did along with it as well. He was aching for you..so much so, the only way he’d be able to gain relief was to bury himself inside of you. That’s when you’d feel him lob a trail of spit onto your folds before rubbing that tip against you…you couldn’t handle another moment of being teased so luckily…

“You’re about to get all of this dick, I hope you know that..”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing…take this pussy. Fuck me..”

..he didn’t make you wait long! A moment later, you’d feel that tip split open your folds and enter your warmth. It felt damn near divine being inside of you. He practically trembled; cursing aloud when he was met with the sensation of your walls constricting around him. This was all he wanted, all he needed and he’d be content as long as he could have you. “This pussy’s so fucking tight…goddamn, she never feels this good.” Chuckling to himself because he couldn’t believe just how starkly different his experience was with you and his wife. Oftentimes, he found himself bored or not even remotely aroused. She’d complain that it was too much or that she couldn’t fit it all the way. She didn’t like to do any of the nasty things you preferred and when it came to giving him oral sex, she downright refused. Just recently, he stopped trying altogether and always claimed he was too exhausted for sex. Meanwhile, he was buried balls deep inside of you every chance he got!

“Mmmmph, take it, baby. Keep fucking me, just like that..”

Whimpering as you rubbed your clit..stroking that bud slowly..your gaze was fixated on his, a smile on both of your faces as he nestled every inch into you. His strokes were consistent, deep and a little fast. He couldn’t be vexed to take it slow tonight. He needed to give it to you the way you deserved. “Who’s pussy is this, baby? Huh? Tell me..” questioning as he grasped for your ankles, placing gentle kisses along your instep and growling into your skin. He wasn’t letting up for anything. Not until he was damn well satisfied..

“Y-yours, daddy. Oh my gosh..”

crying out with a frail whimper as his pace sped up. Chewing at your bottom lip, you’d push at his abs to feign him off but that only did more to fuel his desire to wreck you. Instead, you found yourself hoisted up mid air and cradled in his huge arms. Being propelled up and down on his cock as he slammed you down onto it. Reiner was a brick house of a man, courtesy of all the years he spent playing football. With the bank account to match. By all accounts, he lived the dream life that so many sought after…millions in his account, large, picturesque home and a model wife but the one thing that alluded him…the one person he desired most was right here.

“Fuck….it should’ve been you, baby. It was always supposed to be you. You’re the one that should be wearing that ring, my last name..you should have her life.”

his words becoming far more enunciated, filled with much more passion and aggression..he craved you so badly he could feel it every fiber of his soul. He’d do anything to keep you around..no matter the cost. Clawing into his back, (y/n) cried out his name and let him know that you mirrored his sentiments and that regardless of titles, rings or legalities, he belonged to you! The only one who’d truly ever love him..

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise..”

#cherry’s asks 🍒 #aot x black reader #cherry’s sweetpeas 🍒🌷 #black fem reader #black reader #reiner braun #reiner braun x black reader #reiner braun x reader #plus size reader #aot au #football player reiner #black reader smut #football au #aot smut #aot drabbles #aot headcanons #reiner headcanons #reiner braun smut #reiner braun headcanons #reiner x black reader #reiner x reader #reiner braun fic #snk smut #snk au #snk headcanons #attack on titan au #attack on titan #thank you for this request fren!! I’m sorry it took so long 😫🙏🏾 #cw infidelity #queued posts

[kaydenverse]

paperwork

ghost x reader x soap

18+ MINORS DNI

genre: smut with a little bit of fluff

word count: little over 3k

a/n: this is my first smut in at least a year or so but i thought of this out of nowhere and cause there’s so few polyam ghostsoap fics i’m now obligated to write it. this is also my first time posting like a longer writing on here so apologies if it looks weird? also i did get a bit lazy with the end ngl, my bad. lower case is intended.

this is a gender neutral fic, they/them pronouns are used and there’s no specification of genitalia!

the readers call sign is “halo” and they’re a very skilled sniper on the task force.

content warnings: there’s plot to this? i think?, just filth for majority of this tbh, there’s a bits of tooth rotting fluff throughout tho, lots of pet names, degradation like a lot tbh but there’s praise sprinkled in, established polyam relationship, i believe in switch ghost and switch soap supremacy, edging, overstimulation, spit, begging, mask kink if you squint, all three of you are whipped BAD, uhh i think that’s all enjoy!

-

you would like to say you don’t know how you got here but then you’d be lying.

you know damn well that it’s both yours and johnny’s brattiness that’s got you here and you’re glad as hell it did if you’re being truthful.

first, there’s johnny.

he’s laid propped up with his back against the headboard of the bed in nothing but his blue boxer briefs and his hands gripping the sheets as he tries his absolute best not to touch you.

then there’s you who’s on your knees in between johnny’s legs that are bent in front of him and spread to make room for you. your cheek is squish against the scottish man’s lower abdomen due to simon having both your wrists pinned to your lower back and your ass propped up.

now, simon, he’s behind you staring dead into johnny’s eyes as he rolls his hips ever so slowly into yours. the teasing pace draws a pathetic whine out of you and johnny’s face flushes at the sound.

as much as johnny wants to touch you, he keeps his hands to himself and stares right back at simon through that skull mask of his as if you weren’t even there drooling like a cock-drunk idiot all over his stomach.

“i’m impressed, mctavish,” simon’s voice sounds strained as if he’s fighting off a moan. “thought you’d touch them by now.”

and johnny does want to touch you. in fact, he wants to touch you so badly he could cry. but, he’s trying to prove to simon that he can listen, that he can be good.

johnny doesn’t attempt to hide his desperation though because he knows both you and simon would see right through him. you both know him too well for him to try that.

“you gave me orders, l.t., i'm just followin’ them.” the words sound breathless leaving johnny and he can’t bring himself to care much. simon’s mask is pushed up to the bridge of his nose so johnny has a clear view of the smirk that stretches across his face.

“what a good boy, hm?” simon leans down and kisses up your spine. the kiss he gives the scar on your right shoulder you’d gotten on a mission a while back is noticeably a tad longer than the other kisses. “he’s being such a good boy, isn’t he, sweetheart?” you yelp a little when he bites down on your shoulder. a part of you wishes he’d bite hard enough to draw just a little blood.

that’d really drive you wild.

you whine, wiggling your ass desperately in an attempt you try to get him to start fucking into you again. “please, please simon, i’m so close-“

“i asked you-“ simon slid out of you completely, leaving you empty and coming down from your high yet again. “a fuckin’ question, didn’t i, doll?” now you’re the one who wants to cry.

“yes, good! he’s being so good!” you whine in frustration, looking up at johnny with the most desperate look he’s ever seen you give him. he wants to feel bad, he really does, but watching you nearly burst into tears after simon has been edging you for a full half hour has him far too excited.

“he’s being better than you at following orders right now, ” he shrugs as he lightly skates his fingers up your spine. “a first.” the taunt in his voice makes you clench around nothing.

if you weren’t so scatterbrained right now you would’ve bantered right back at him but, alas, there’s nothing going on in that pretty little head of yours except desperation and the need to cum.

johnny just now realizes how hard he’s breathing as well as the fact that if simon keeps this up he’ll come without being properly touched. it’s not helping that you’re squirming, almost frantically, right over johnny’s crotch. ghost lets out a laugh at the pleading look soap tosses him.

“now maybe if you two weren’t such brats i wouldn’t have to teach you lessons like this.”

-

the three of you had gathered in ghost’s office on your lunch breaks just to be around each other for a bit since each of you were busy doing your own paperwork that needed to be done. you and soap sat in the cushioned chairs facing his desk and you all munched away on your sandwiches.

soap did most of the talking and you commented here while ghost just listened. soap can never stick to one topic for long before he’s onto something else but you don’t mind, neither does ghost. you find it cute in all honesty. you’re both his favorite listeners.

you would’ve lost track of time while intensely listening to soap ramble on if ghost hadn’t glanced at the tiny clock in the corner of his computer screen.

“apologies on interrupting your rant of your least favorite lunch meats,” no one else but you and soap could’ve caught the playfulness hidden beneath ghost’s deadpan sounding words. “but it is time for you two to return to your jobs and not bother me anymore.”

soap groans and you slouch in your chair, also making a mental note of johnny’s passionate dislike for processed ham. “paperwork is boring though, ghost.” you give a poor attempt of pouting at him. “and you love when we bother you.” a true statement.

“boring or not you still have to do it, halo.” ghost leans back in his chair and hums, tugging his mask back down over the lower half of his face. he rests his arm back on the armrest, mirroring his other arm, and his legs are slightly spread.

what a sight.

you don’t even have to look over at soap to know his thinking the exact same thing. for a split second, both of you also think how you’ve scored one of the hottest men alive.

like, seriously.

wow.

“and same applies to you too, soap.” ghost says before the scot could say anything. the small tilt of ghost’s head simply makes him all the more attractive.

soap groans again but still stands up and stretches a little. “i guess we should get going and do our work.” he laughs softly and you stand up as well. “it would be nicer to be doing you though.” he winks at the lieutenant.

the joke is so corny you can’t help but laugh a little. but still, he’s speaking both of your truths.

“get going and i’ll consider letting you do so later.” ghost is quick to reply but he keeps his expression unreadable. he watches both sets of his partners eyes light up and shakes his head. “always need to be rewarded, can’t go a day without it.” he tuts loudly so you both hear his teasing and his shake is head.

“i will have it finished and on your desk within an hour, sir.” soap grins, leaning across the desk to press a kiss over ghost’s mask where his mouth would be. you follow suit and ghost’s heart nearly bursts at the gesture. he won’t ever tell either of you that

but he doesn’t need to, you both know already. you know him.

“i’ll have mine in 45.” you challenge and grin. soap rolls his eyes as he turns towards you, cupping your face in one hand.

“oh, you’re on.” soap smirks at you before kissing you gently. you don’t let him pull back, though. when he does try to pull back you chase after his lips and kiss him again. this only happens twice before the soft whine you let out helps soap catch onto your silly little plan.

he keeps his lips on yours and cups your other cheek while your hands go to his hips, thumbs digging into them just the way he likes. you let him nudge you backwards so you’re sat on the edge of ghost’s desk with your back to the masked man.

you both just go at it, for lack of better words.

ghost just watches. he makes no sounds and keeps his reaction hidden exceptionally well. the only time he moves is to catch the pencil holder you nearly knock over when shoving a hand onto the desk to keep soap from knocking you over with the force of his kisses.

ghost straights the pencil holder, slotting a pen that fell out of the container back in before he finally speaks. “paperwork. get on it. now.”

you two fly apart like you’ve been caught, like ghost hadn’t just be sitting directly behind his very misbehaved partners kissing intensely for a full three minutes.

“yes, sir.”

“i’m on it, l.t.”

-

“what? now you wanna give me puppy eyes and beg? now you feel sorry for what you started?” the stare simon gives johnny almost makes the scot nearly moan, “or maybe i should place the blame on you?” he leans back down and rests his chin on your shoulder, “i mean,” his voice drops an octave or two as he plants a kiss behind your ear. “you are the one who started up that little stunt. johnny was just being a good boy and following along.”

now, both you and johnny know the ‘no one is allowed to cum until i say’ rule is in place at the moment but my god, was simon making it incredibly difficult just from his words alone. degradation with just the lightest sprinkle of praise gets you and soap ecstatic and simon takes full advantage of that constantly.

“ooh you’re so worked up, si. glad my plan worked.” you’ve finally pieced enough of your brain back together to smart mouth again.

johnny almost shakes his head at you, almost tells you ‘now we’re really in for it.’ but simon is quick to manhandle you onto your back and latch a hand around your throat. johnny whines from the pressure of your back against his clothed, leaking cock and you whine from the pressure simon puts on your throat. a shameless moan rips from you when simon gives a little squeeze.

simon leans in close to your face, giving you a stare that could kill. “were you just that desperate for me to fuck you that you have to go around plotting stupid little fuckin’ schemes for it to happen, hm? need me to fuck you as a reward for everything? must want me to if you had to come up with a plan to make sure it’d happen.”

and just like that, you’re gone again. every single thought being replaced by one’s of simon and johnny, nothing more.

your whole body jerks when simon’s free hand reaches back down between your legs and he uses his middle and ring finger to slowly trace over your hole, both to tease you and as a subtle way of checking that you’ve still got enough wetness to take him again. of course you’d still have enough though, he’s got you so worked up you’re shaking and johnny has tears of desperation starting to prick at his eyes.

“open.” the hand around your throat moves up and his thumb taps your lips gently. you obliged and simon leans down and spits directly into your mouth. you swallow with no hesitation.

johnny’s hips immediately buck up against your back at the sight, “fucks sake.” he breathes out and drops his head back to look at the ceiling.

“eyes on me, sargent.” simon almost growls. johnny hesitates for a second before looking back down at the two of you. it takes everything in john “soap” mctavish's body to not cum on the spot.

ghost has let you sit up a little and leave various hickies and bite marks along his chest. he’s let his guard down just a little and johnny already knows what he’s gonna ask. “i’m good.” he breathes.

“same.” you murmur as you bite down on that spot on simon’s neck that always makes him groan. with that, as quick as the soft moment came, it’s gone again and simon presses two fingers into you. “simon!” you’re caught off guard and whine.

“they’re so fuckin’ wet.” simon hums to johnny who smiles a little. you love it when they talk about you like you’re not even there.

“i bet,” johnny almost reaches out to pet the top of your head but immediately stops upon the warning look simon gives him. it takes simon all but two minutes before you’re whining and bucking your hips the way you do just before you cum.

this time, a tear or two does slide down your face when simon’s fingers leave you empty again. you want to beg, to plead with the lieutenant but all you do is pant and shake. “so pretty.” simon pats your right cheek twice, making sure to smear some of your wetness on your cheek. johnny chuckles when you toss simon a very annoyed glare.

“please.” you manage. the wrecked tone you say it in actually works and simon sits up, tugging you a tad closer to him, so your upper back is pressed right against johnny’s bulge. the movement makes johnny groan again but simon ignores him. why does johnny find simon ignoring him right now so hot?

“since you asked so nicely, darling,” simon hums, finally sliding himself back into you. johnny isn’t sure if he’d rather be in your position or simon’s as he watches simon pick up the pace, fucking into you fast and hard.

you’re falling apart and falling apart fast. you’re moaning, whining, whimpering, just the full show. you should be embarrassed at how quickly you approach your release (four minutes. still better than johnny’s record of about 25 seconds one time.) but it’s been ripped away from you so many times in the past 45 minutes you don’t care in the slightest. when simon shifts his angle just right and nudges into that perfect spot, you know you’re done for.

“can i,” you pant, clawing at simon’s bicep and squirming back against johnny who looks like he’s about to lose it. “please, sir.”

now you knew, you knew, what that title does to him in moments like this. it’s near impossible for him to not want to give you everything and more when you pathetically beg him like that.

“fuck, yes, go ahead let go for me.”

simon barely gets all the words out before you’re arching up into him and your orgasm hits you like a fucking bus. you’re swearing up a storm, simon and johnny’s names mixed in as well.

behind you, johnny is not-so-subtly rutting against your upper-back. simon glares up at johnny for breaking his order to stay but that look, that glare, that’s what has johnny smacking face first into his high only moments after yours. simon should’ve known that would happen.

johnny’s hands fly into your hair and he grabs which punches a high pitched whimper from your chest.

simon just knows he’s going to think about this exact moment frequently for the rest of his life.

simon stills his hips and sits up back on his haunches he watches you make a mess around his cock and johnny make a mess of his briefs behind you.

“where’s my thank you, darling?” simon hums as he slowly drags his hands up your sides. the touch is overwhelming but a good kind of overwhelming.

“th- oh god,” you breathe out when he pinches one of your nipples. “thank you.” you feel boneless under simon as he hums happily at your response. you can feel johnny panting behind you as well as the sticky wetness of his release on your upper back.

“johnny boy lost.” you giggle lightly after a minute or two of catching your breath and putting your brain back together. you tilted your head back to look up at said johnny boy behind you. he’s got a blush that’s spreading down to his shoulder making the freckles that dot them stick out even more.

johnny is staring up at the ceiling and his entire body is buzzing. “uh-huh,” is all he can think to say to which you and simon smile at. you swear your heart skips a beat when you catch a glimpse of simon’s dimples.

simon leans over you and presses a kiss onto the center of johnny’s chest. “hey, i wanna kiss him.” you grumbled and nudged at simon to get off (and out) of you. simon plants a quick kiss on your lips before completing your request. you flip over and you’re on johnny in a second, the both of you smiling and laughing into each other’s mouths.

simon just contently watches for a few moments before tapping your hip. “oi, my turn.” he doesn’t mean for that to come out so playful, wanting to keep up the tough guy act right now, but he can’t help it. you roll onto your side next to johnny. johnny waves simon over and pats his thighs. simon shuffles forward and straddles the other man’s hips.

johnny looks so small with simon seated in his lap despite them being near the same height. the scottish man has to tilt his head up to get a proper look at his boyfriend’s partially masked face.

“you’re so pretty, baby.” johnny’s accent sounds thick as he presses a kiss to simon’s throat. simon only hums, a little worried that if he spoke he’d sound whiny. “take care of me and our lovely darling so well.” he wraps his arms around the lieutenant and plants more kisses around his collarbone.

you watch that switch in simon’s mind flip and he’s suddenly all mush in johnny’s hold, a soft whine slipping from his lips when johnny bites over one of the hickies you had left on him.

only you and johnny know how to flip that switch.

simon is only ever this vulnerable and relaxed around you two. his two. soap and halo, johnny and you. you’re the only two who can just make him melt on command. just piece the right words together in that gentle tone of either of yours and he’s done for, down for the count. he’s just ready to do anything either of you ask. that makes you smile as you watch them.

simon leans down and kisses johnny before any further praises are said. johnny immediately rocks his hips into simon’s and they moan into each others mouths. they start off a little slow but it doesn’t take long before they’re both desperate and rutting against each other like their lives depend on it.

you’re perfectly content just watching them fall apart against each other, soft groans and hushed praises filling the room.

you love it.

you love them.

crazy that your distressing, life-risking job has led you to the most perfect people you could’ve ever imagined.

you’re pulled back out of your thoughts when simon lets out the prettiest whine as he cums onto johnny’s stomach and his own. johnny had gotten riled up again and was shaking through his second orgasm.

you roll over to the bedside dresser and fetch a washcloth out of the drawer. johnny takes it and gently wiped off the both of them and tries to wipe you off but with a 6’4” soldier dramatically slumped against him in his lap it’s not the easiest.

“such a baby.” you snort at simon and take the towel from him instead so you can wipe yourself down. simon, affectionally, flashes his middle finger at you before he finally rolls off of johnny and squishes himself between the two of you.

the three of you lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes, basking in each other’s presence and getting comfortable cuddled together. you’re the first to speak again, “you know, i don’t think i deserved to be edged that long.” you flip onto your stomach as you look over at them.

“oh you’ve handled longer, don’t complain.” simon teases and he’s right. just a month or so ago johnny had you in tears after a full hour of denial and simon just watched from a seat in the corner of the room. johnny laughs in agreement.

“and you love it so now you really can’t complain.” johnny grins when you flip him off. simon snorts and tugs his mask all the way back down.

“are you not hot right now, mate?” soap taps the cheek of ghosts mask.

“i am.”

“then why didn’t you take it off?”

“cause you’ve both got a thing for it, especially you, sweetheart.” ghost nods towards you. well…he’s got you both there.

“well, you’ve got a thing for my accent.” johnny defends himself.

“and my hands.” you hum, drumming your fingers on simon’s bare chest. simon doesn’t bother to defend himself because you’re both right.

you prop yourself up on your elbows. “hey, how come he got off so easy?” you huff. johnny had only been instructed to keep his hands to himself and stay still. he ended up breaking both those rules in the end

“cause he turned his papers in at the time he promised. one hour. you took, two hours to finish yours.”

“i got distracted!”

“distracted by what exactly?”

“…thinking about you and johnny…”

“typical.”

#simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #simon riley #ghost x reader x soap #soap x reader x ghost #ghost x you #soap x you #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #ghost smut #soap smut #call of duty mw2 #call of duty mwii #cod #call of duty #simon riley smut #john mctavish #john mctavish smut #ngl i wrote like 80% of this while high i had a fun time #soapghost #kayden writes #soapghost x reader #ghostsoap x reader

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie, not realizing he's into men, not even when Steve Harrington took his shirt off. . .did it blow his mind? Yes. Did it realize what it meant? No. No, it was after everything, and Eddie was lying in his hospital bed, bored out of his mind. Well, at least he had this giant ass can of pretzels that Steve had bought for him. He had told Steve he liked them, and the man had run with it. The TV was busted, so there was nothing to do but watch Steve Harrington sleep.

He looked so peaceful, stretched out in the hospital chair with his head tilted back. Eddie observed how straight his nose was, pointing towards his perfectly pouty lips. He wasn't sure why, but he had the sudden urge to drag the tip of his finger down his nose until it reached his lips. Why did Eddie have the sudden urge to sit on that nose, too? Eddie scowled and shook his head, unsure of why this man's features bothered him so much that he wanted to squish his nose with his ass. There was another voice, buried deep inside of him and screaming at him: THAT'S NOT WHY YOU WANT TO FUCKING SIT ON HIS FACE!

Eddie pushed that voice back and grew annoyed that Steve wasn't wake to entertain him. He stared at the sleeping jock and then looked at the can of pretzels before grinning wickedly. He dug a pretzel out of the can and launched it at him. He watched in awe as Steve raised up and caught the pretzel in his mouth. . .all without opening his eyes. Steve chewed for a moment, swallowed, and opened his eyes.

"I fucking knew you would do that," Steve said.

"How?!" Eddie asked.

"Because I figured that Dustin had to pick it up from somewhere," Steve said. "Yeah, thanks for teaching our kid bad habits. I really love it when he throws pretzels at me when I'm trying to drive."

Our kid. Our kid. Our kid.

"Bullshit. You can't do that again," Eddie scowled.

Steve leaned back, smirked, and closed his eyes.

"Give it to me, Munson," Steve smirked.

Eddie's brain went all fuzzy for a moment before he shook his head and chucked another pretzel at him. Steve rose up again and caught it in his mouth. He chewed, swallowed, and opened his eyes. He winked at Eddie.

"Jesus H Christ, what else can you do with that mouth?" Eddie asked.

Steve stared at him, his eyes growing dark as his cheeks turned pink.

"Are you flirting with me, Eddie?" Steve asked.

"What?! No! You're flirting with me!" Eddie exclaimed in an accusatory tone.

"I have been, thanks for finally noticing," Steve said.

"You like guys? Wait, you like me?" Eddie asked.

"Guys, girls," Steve said with a grin. "What about you?"

"Girls," Eddie said quickly.

"Oh," Steve said, his face falling. "I thought with the hanky. . .oh, fuck, I am a goddamn idiot. That's what you get for making assumptions, Harrington. Look, man, I'm sorry. I kind of assumed with the hanky and the rumors that I shouldn't have listened to you, but I've had like a crush on you since, like freshman year, and I wanted the rumors to be true. Jesus, I sound like Robin. I just feel like I can be a complete dork with you, something other people never really liked about me, and I just feel comfortable with you. . ."

"STEVE! SHUT THE HELL UP!" Eddie exclaimed, breathing deeply as he stared at him in realization.

"Right, sorry," Steve said sheepishly. "I'll just leave now."

"Come here," Eddie said softly.

Steve shuffled forward, looking at him wearily.

"Closer."

Steve moved closer to the bed and to Eddie.

"Closer."

Steve’s legs were now pressed up against the bars of the bed.

"Closer."

Steve sat down on the edge of the mattress as Eddie pushed the bars down. Eddie placed his hands on Steve’s hips.

"I've flirted with guys before, mostly assholes who thought less of me because it was safer to do that than to admit the truth and to flirt with people who actually gave a damn about me. I've always thought that when I flirted with guys that it didn't mean anything, especially since I didn't want those jerks to be right about me before I knew it, but flirting with them and thinking it meant nothing, was just me being a coward and running from the truth," Eddie said. "And watching you stand here, admitting the truth about me. . . It's some of the bravest shit I've ever seen. You make me want to be brave, Steve Harrington, and when I look at you. . .I don't want to run away anymore, which scares the shit out of me. . .kiss me."

Steve leaned forward and captured Eddie's lips with his. Eddie moved gently at first, enjoying the way Steve’s lips felt. . .the way he tasted. The kiss soon turned urgent with a sense of gleeful eagerness. Steve pulled away with a gasp, laughing, and kissed his nose.

"Don't overdo it," Steve said.

"I'm sorry, I yelled at you. It's just . . . I had my crisis in the middle of your speech," Eddie said and Steve laughed.

"You're cute," he said fondly.

Eddie stared at his perfectly pink lips and then looked at the can.

"This is going to sound weird, but. . .can I feed you?" Eddie asked.

"Sure," he said.

Eddie giggled and pushed a pretzel in between his lips. Steve grimaced.

"What was that face?" Eddie asked.

"What face?"

"The face you just made."

"My face?"

"Yes, your face."

"Oh, it's nothing," Steve said.

"Are you really going to start our relationship off on a lie?" Eddie asked.

"Fine. I don't like pretzels," Steve said.

"Why did you let me feed you?!" Eddie asked.

"You're really cute."

Eddie kissed him despite the fact that Steve’s taste in men was questionable, as was his taste in snack foods. Who the fuck doesn't like pretzels?!

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #bisexual eddie munson #bi4bi #stranger things fanfiction

[le-trash-prince]

It means so much to me that the moment where we finally learn the truth about Kenta’s wavering loyalties is when he passes from this absolutely black hallway into the brightest room in Tony’s house.

He is always hiding in the shadows and blending into the walls of the house. But even though there are shadows in this room, they aren’t deep enough to conceal his actions, only to highlight their complexity.

He helped Jeff escape, only to kidnap him again under Tony’s orders.

He tells Jeff he can’t help him, only to warn Jeff that he needs to hurry.

He's filled with both dark and light, and he thinks he can maintain loyalty to Tony while still helping Tony's targets.

There’s nothing straightforward about Kenta. Even when he’s told to choose, we don’t directly see what choice he’s made, we have to infer it. To me, a cut like this is made when the choice is meant to be revealed at a bigger, more pivotal moment in the story. And there’s no point in that if he’s simply repeated to them that he won’t help—because all that does is maintain the status quo.

Tony seems to have made up his mind that Kenta is a traitor. There’s so much tension in this moment. The little breath Kenta takes before giving a report (that omits a lot of what happened, such as, “they asked me to join them”). And the pause Tony gives before replying, like a parent waiting for a child to confess what they’ve done wrong.

I think that there are layers to what is going on in this scene. They’re surrounded by frosted glass, and likewise, nothing here is transparent.

Kenta is absolutely begging for acknowledgment from Tony. He has spent his entire life trying to please this man. And like many relationships with abusive parents, that instinctive, survival-based need to please them will never go away, even when you know that it’s wrong.

On the other hand, we know that Kenta is lying (even if he’s also lying to himself) when says he would never betray Tony. We’ve seen that he helped Jeff escape, the most direct form of insubordination that he’s committed so far. He's already betrayed Tony. This is on top of actions that can be viewed as “incompetence,” such letting Pete get away twice, failing to find more children for Tony, failing to convince Alan to sell Babe, failing to inform Tony that Charlie had joined X-Hunter, and letting Kim go without confirming that Charlie had survived.

But Kenta’s life at this point depends on Tony believing in his devotion. And in addition to that, I think that X-Hunter’s plan depends on having Kenta remain in Tony’s house, at least through the events of the auction. Maybe this is a stretch, maybe this is just me being sold on Garfield’s puppydog eyes, but I do feel like he made his choice when he was in front of Babe.

It will take all of these men working together to stop Tony, and Pete understands that.

And if Kenta hadn’t made his choice then, I'm sure as fuck he's made it now.

#pit babe #pit babe the series #kenta pit babe #em post #pit babe spoilers #pit babe meta #em meta

[moodymisty]

Heyoooo- I have a request, but totally up to you if you want to do it! Have you listened to Padam Padam by Kylie Minogue? Anytime I hear it all I can think about is how Hunter can definitely hear readers heartbeat. I'd love to see your interpretation of a spicy moment between Hunter and Reader based off the song :3c

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: Hey, thanks for stopping by! So first off I love this idea, so I was super excited to write this one and got it done fast lol. Decided to do a sort of Hunter being a badass and reader going 'oh shit I'm horny' moment, since that was what came to mind when I had a listen. I hope that's ok! ^///^

Summary: Hunter notices that your heart beats a little faster whenever you see him fresh from the fight.

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Oral (female receiving), Hunter using his bandana as a gag, armor kink, Competency kink, Maybe some semblance of voyeurism? there's people in the barracks next door

Word count: 2400 exactly

The training droids power down without any fanfare, and you watch as Clone Force 99 stands from the respective covers they'd just been using. Hunter gestures with a hand to form up on him, the lot of them take their leave.

He has point, all of them forming up slightly behind him fiddling with their weapons as Hunter rakes a hand over his messy hair; His other hand flicking the safety of his blaster on with his thumb before slotting it in his side holster.

His lips are slightly parted as he breathes- tired, but not exhausted. Even after raking a hand through his hair it's still a mess, but then again, when isn't it. Watching he reaches one of his arms behind his shoulders and stretches, his armor plates pulling apart and showing a bit more of his black body glove than usual.

You tug at the collar of your top.

He didn't miss even a single shot out there; between keeping his squad in line and everything else, he manages it all like nothing else you've seen. Sure you've known the 99's for a bit now, but that doesn't make it any less impressive.

His shoulders are more rigid now, back straighter, and he has this sort of energy about him that's far more intense than the Hunter you usually deal with. You know it's still him; But this Hunter just put holes in a couple dozen droids like it was a joke, and he was barely even trying.

You don't know how you should feel about the fact that you're ceaselessly aroused by it, judging by the throbbing in your cunt, but here you are.

Suddenly you hear the hiss of the door sliding open, and you almost jump right out of your shoes. Having been so deep in thought you didn't realize you'd been staring off into space, and during that time they'd actually left the training room. You quickly stand up a bit straighter, brush the front of your top, before smiling and waving their way. They didn't even know you were watching until just now, judging by their noticeable surprise.

"Fancy seeing you here!" Wrecker his adjusting the armor plate that wraps around his bicep, while your neck sinks into your shoulders for a moment as you shrug.

"I saw some non-regulation armor down there, and decided to watch for a bit."

You aren't lying, but it isn't to say you're being perfectly truthful either. You had only meant to watch for a moment, but found yourself being so distracted and before you knew it, they were finished.

"Hope you were impressed." Crosshair is adjusting the scope of his rifle and not even looking your way when he speaks. There's a particular bolt in the wall that looks really interesting, and you keep glancing at it while trying to swallow this gigantic knot stuck in your throat.

"Always am. You're the best in the business for a reason." Taking a moment to look away at that fascinating piece of the wall your eyes move towards Hunter, who clearly isn't paying much attention to your attempt at a conversation.

His eyes are glancing you up and down, and there's a tenseness to his face that doesn't make any sense. You haven't said anything particularly odd, until you realize:

Oh fuck, right; He can hear your heartbeat.

It must be absolutely hammering in his ears right now, a thump thump thump that sounds like it's going to burst right out of your ribcage.

"You guys go, I'll catch up."

Hunter gives a nonchalant wave of his hand, staying with you as they return to what you would assume will be their barracks for some downtime. After they turn down the hall and the both of your are well out of view he takes a few steps closer, but still maintaining a good buffer of air between the two of you given your location. The look in his eyes is darker than usual and makes you struggle not to smile like someone caught red-handed.

"You know I can hear you and smell you, right?" Busted.

A group of troopers walks by down the hall and you take one step back, watching them pass by before you step back closer to him. Now more than any time yet, you wish you were back on Coruscant. You're stationed on Kamino for the time being while in-between missions, and now you're one of the only nat-borns here. It's not like you can just take him back home to your apartment, given it's lightyears away. A shame.

"If I knew you watching me practice would make you drenched like this, I'd have invited you to watch earlier." He makes a gesture with a jerk of his head.

"Follow me."

You have a pretty good feeling where he's going to take you, and quite quickly you turn out to be right; As the door to the 99's barracks is plain in sight. You would've assumed that the rest of the Batch had gone back here, but when he uses the code to open the door and the room turns out empty, it seems they must've returned to the Marauder instead.

The moment you hear the metal of the door hit shut Hunter is on you, his lips on yours and hands on your waist. it's so intense and fast; He must've been holding it in ever since he picked up how much you wanted him to fuck you back in the hall. You can feel him pushing you in the direction of his bunk, confirmed by when the back of your calves hit the cold metal. In response you automatically move to sit, and Hunter follows you his hands pressing down into the mattress on either side of your thighs. He leans over you, pushing your body ever so slightly over you and continues to deepen your kiss; Feeling his tongue brush across your lip. You can't help but moan in his mouth, before he suddenly pulls it away with a soft wet pop.

His hands move off of the stiff mattress that serves as his bed and starts playing with the bottom of your top, pushing it up just enough to expose a bit of skin before you speak up.

"Hunter! There's troopers right on the other side-"

You can quite clearly hear what they're talking about, which doesn't bode well. It means that more than likely, they can just as easily hear you.

"Just have to be silent then." Hunter's first statement is stoic, but when he looks down at you, there's a bit of mirth in his eyes. "I'm sure you can do that." Normally Hunter is the one who has trouble staying quiet, given his senses have a tendency to overwhelm him. Not as if you mind, but it's a bit inconvenient in situations like this; Where you could easily get caught doing something that in Hunter's case, could end up getting him in a lot of trouble.

But when he kneels in front of you and begins reaching for the waistband of your pants, you quietly begin to realize why he specified just you, and blood begins rushing upward heating your neck and cheeks.

He helps you and assists with taking your trousers off, pulling them down until they hang over just one ankle. In doing so he catches one glimpse of your pussy between your thighs, before your legs rest against the bunk again.

You feel his hot breath brush across your thighs once they're open, the rough texture of his stubble scratching your skin. He grasps your hips and pulls you just a bit closer to the edge of the bunk, giving himself easier access as he spreads your thighs even farther apart. You instinctively attempt to close them, but his strong grip keeps them firmly in place.

"This scent never won't drive me fucking insane," Surely his heightened senses come with their share of downsides, but they aren't always in the way you would traditionally expect. Drifting up your thigh soon his lips brush against your outer folds, teasing you with his touch as your cunt clenches around nothing in the anticipation.

"Hunter..." You mumble in threat, but perhaps it's louder than you think with your blood pumping in your ears, as he shushes you.

"Quiet, beautiful. I don't wanna stop right yet." You know being in here doing this is playing with fire, so you purse your lips and your head lolls back. Your hands press into the mattress behind your hips trying to support yourself as Hunter's tongue traces along your pussy lips, teasing you even more so by giving one the softest little bite he can muster.

It's all so infuriating, so when he finally dives his tongue between your folds and his face presses even harder against you, it's impossible not to let out an overwhelmed gasp. He seems to know almost every single way to make your body shake, the blunted nails of his fingertips digging into your thighs. It's almost like he's drunk off of it, and maybe in a way he is, as you can barely see his face thanks to his mop of hair and how much he has his face dug between your legs. You can hear him moan against you, deep in his throat as his eyes flutter closed for a moment.

"Gods, Hunter- you're going to kill me-"

Pulling away for a moment and hearing the way his mouth makes a soft pop, he takes a quick breath before he quickly goes back for more; Lapping up the juices dripping from you as he moves to tease your clit. You purse your lips tight the moment those words leave your lips, trying to calm the racing of your heart just a bit more.

The bridge of his nose presses against you, as his tongue presses against you. Your hand grabs a fistful of his hair, fingertips brushing against the fabric of his bandana. It doesn't untie itself, but it's already shifting awkwardly on his head.

"Ah- Fuck!-" You gasp and instantly clap a hand over your mouth, realizing how incredibly loud that just was. Hunter jolted at it as well, both frozen as you listen to see if anyone heard it.

Thankfully, that doesn't seem to be the case. Though Hunter isn't going to take the risk again.

"If you can't manage be quiet, here-"

Hunter unties the bandana around his head, before suddenly reaching forward to tie it around your face like a makeshift gag. It's enough to significantly muffle any noise that comes from your throat, as your teeth sink right into it.

His head soon returns to between your legs, diving right into your cunt again. between his tongue circling your clit and the rough stubble of his chin scratching your skin, one of his hands comes up after he pulled his glove off out of view, gently toying with your entrance before slipping two fingers inside of you.

You have zero hope of stopping the way his fingers pull every single lewd noise imaginable, slopping wet as they curl inside of you. Every single thing you want to say goes flying through your mind, as even if you could say it, it would only end up by the worn piece of red fabric tied tight against your mouth. Meanwhile Hunter thrusts his fingers into you at a brutal pace, intent to make you cum against his face and giving no mercy.

It feels like your stomach is tightly wound twisting in knots, ankles crossing behind Hunter's head. He has your legs thrown over his shoulders, tugging you even closer to him and balancing you precariously on the edge of the bunk. It wasn't as if it was a large sleeping area to begin with, however.

You just need that little bit more, hand unconsciously tightening and pulling on Hunter's hair. He groans at the feeling, enjoying it as your hips press upwards towards his face. Your thighs tighten around his head, hand clamping over your mouth to avoid moaning out into the room.

He can feel you cum against his mouth, the soft velvet of your cunt tightening around his fingers. Your heart is absolutely pounding in his ears, racing like a speeder engine as your breaths are short, cut off pants. He takes a secret amount of joy in unraveling you like this, in such a short amount of time.

You now sit limp on the edge of his bunk, legs heavy and head still lolled back slightly. Hunter pulls his face away from your sloppy cunt, and you can see the slickness of the lower half of his face making it obvious what type of meal he enjoyed.

Gently reaching one of his hands under your knee he pulls your leg off of his shoulder, before he does the same to the other. He reaches forwards and unties the bandana from behind your head before tucking it into one of his pouches; It's wet with spit, he'll get one of his others for the time being. He has multiple spares hidden away, from whenever they get too dirty, or ruined from being singed or torn.

With the back of his un-gloved hand, he attempts to wipe away some your wetness that stains his face. He's going to be able to smell you on his face for hours now, no matter how many times he washes. In one way heaven for him, and in another way hell. A reminder, either way.

It's not as if he didn't enjoy himself, as he tugs the small exposed part of his body glove between his groinplate and thighplate to adjust himself.

He gets off of kneeling on the floor, and instead rests a knee on the edge of the bunk, watching you adjust your hair and your top that is a wrinkled, bunched mess. When he speaks he watches you look up at him dazed and flush faced, eyes still hooded and lips ever so slightly parted. Your heartbeat is still so loud in his ears, but he can listen to it slowly fade away to a more relaxed pace.

"We have live combat training tomorrow as well," He says so out of the blue, until you suddenly realize why he mentioned it, and purse your lips.

"Consider me there."

#the bad batch hunter x reader #Hunter/Reader #hunter x reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

[enassbraid]

may I request a no 8 with rin itoshi plsss, make it angst to fluff if you could (Or just do all fluff)

Prompt 8 | “Am I interrupting something?”

Angst -> comfort, cheating accusations, misunderstandings, fuel to the rinsagi rivalry, rin’s… rin! wc - 677

800 follower event!

Rin refused to call himself an insecure person, even though that was the case. While he's confident in his soccer abilities and his ego, the same couldn't be said about who he was outside of soccer.

It was a reassurance you often gave Rin, that he was just fine and you couldn't imagine a better boyfriend than him. But no matter how much you reassured, the idea of you leaving him still lurked in the back of his mind. It wasn't that he didn't trust you, not at all! It was simply the lingering fear placed in him a long time ago.

Which is the reason he didn't think twice before scowling at the scene in front of him.

You and Isagi were in close proximity, Isagi on the ground and you towering over him. One hand was wrapped around his knee, the other holding onto his ankle. Without context, the position looked... wrong. And to Rin? It looked even worse.

"Am I interrupting something here?" He glared, dark eyes piercing into Isagi's lighter ones. He glanced in your direction, furrowing his brows. "Explain yourselves, both of you."

You looked from Rin back to Isagi, only then understanding your exact position. With a gasp, you let go of his leg, leaving Isagi to hold it in place himself.

"I swear, this isn't what it looked like!" You explained, extended hands waving backing forth in front of you.

"Yeah! (Name) was only helping me stretch because I was too sore from practice to move. This... is not what you think it is." Isagi added on.

Rin scoffed, not wishing to hear either of you out. He turned on his heel and exited the training room, murmuring a barley audible "You two have fun."

"Wait, Rin!"

"I'm sorry (Name), I should have gotten someone else to help me. Go find him and try making him listen." Isagi scooted back in order to avoid any more misunderstandings. He gave you an apologetic smile, then gestured towards the door. "I'm sure he'll understand if you talk one on one."

"Right... thank you, Isagi. Let's forget this ever happened once he listens, all of us." Isagi nodded in agreement as you exited the training room, feeling slightly embarrassed for getting caught up in a couple's fight.

Luckily, Rin didn't get too far before you caught up to him. "Rin, listen. That wasn't what it looked like- he just asked me to help him stretch cause no one else was around."

"And you agreed to helping that lukewarm freak?" He replied, annoyance laced in his already agitated voice. "Seriously- if you wanted him that bad you should have left me a long time ago."

"You know that's not what it is, so stop it."

There was plenty of truth to your claim. Right now, you knew Rin was only letting his insecurities take over. And you also knew he knew that as well, deep down.

"So why would you help him without a second thought, huh?" He snapped. You flinched at his raised voice, taking a step back. It was only then Rin snapped out of it as fast he snapped in the first place.

"I... I'm sorry." He mumbled under his breath, looking away with shame.

"It's okay Rin, I know you didn't mean it." You whispered, stepping forward once again to cup his cheek, making him look back at you.

"I just don't want you to leave, let alone for him of all people." His tone shifted in irritation at the mention of Isagi, already having plenty of qualms with the boy.

"You know I wouldn't, Rinnie." Your thumb rubbed against his cheek, adoring eyes gazing into his uncertain ones. He'd be lying if he said guilt didn't pang at his chest for even thinking you'd cheat on him, especially now as you gazed at him so lovingly.

"So... you're not gonna help him stretch again, right?"

You scoffed playfully, rolling your eyes. "Not a chance. Besides, I doubt he'd even let me near him after the look you gave him."

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#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #rin #rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin x you #rin itoshi x you #isagi yoichi #isagi #dor writes #dor events

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Carlos Sainz Jr (Scuderia Ferrari) - Christmas Trouble

Requested: yes

Prompt: Christmas Oneshot with Carlos

Warnings: not really

Carlos stretched in his bed and let out a groan. Christmas Day had arrived, the day his family decided to come over and visit him at his brand new home in Madrid. He turned to his right and lowered his arm, expecting an empty bed only to find his arm resting on the curves of a person lying beside him. His eyes opened. A woman. She squirmed as she felt his arm on her waist. She turned around so she was now facing the Spaniard and opened her eyes, initially smiling, only for that smile to turn to a frown. "Who are you?" the girl asked. "I could ask you the same." Carlos replied. "I asked first." Carlos looked down, seeing her in a red lingerie set. His eyebrow arched as it peaked his interest. She followed his line of vision and quickly covered up. "As I was saying, who are you?"

He snapped out of his dream land and came back to reality. "I'm Carlos and you're in my house so now it's your turn. Who are you?" She sat up. "Y/n. I'm visiting Madrid for Christmas." She rubbed her forehead. "Oh my god. My friend, she must be so worried about me." Carlos sat up and Eyed up the mirror at the bottom of his bed, seeing his reflection, sitting shirtless beside a girl in lingerie. His eyes lingered over to her reflection as she grabbed whatever shirt he must have been wearing the night before and pulled it over her. She noticed the mirror at the bottom fo the bed. "Isn't a mirror at the bottom of the bed some kind of sexual thing?" Carlos didn't expect that question. He rolled out of bed and stood up, pulling on his sweatpants. "No, mirrors on the ceiling are sexual. Mirrors at the bottom of beds are just normal."

There was a bit of a silence "Did we?" Carlos asked. "I don't even know but it looks like it." Carlos groaned and looked out the window. He saw a car pull up outside his house. His face dropped. "Oh shit." He muttered. "Okay, listen. You need to stay in here at all costs until I say." Carlos said, rushing out. Before Y/n could reply or have anything to say, Carlos was already gone. She sat on the bed, listening to indistinct spanish chattering and the occasional laugh here and there but truth be told, she was bored. So bored in fact, she ended up sleeping and thisis where it started to all go very, very wrong.

After a few hours of the Sainz family sat around the living room, sipping on wine and conversing about random things happening in one another's lives, they too grew in some way, bored. The chatter died down and they ran out of things to say and so, during the awkward silence, Carlos' mother excused herself to use the bathroom. Once she was gone, it was pure silence. Just the soft sound of his mothers feet moving around, then going up the stairs. It had been ages since Carlos awoke to his one night stand, leading to him completely forgetting she was even up in his room, so when he heard his mother go upstairs, he thought nothing of it.

"Ay dios mío!" Carlos heard his mother screeching. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Give me a minute. I'm going to check on her." Carlos scurried around, searching for his mother, only for his face to drop once he realised where she was, and with that, he remembered who was in his bed. He sprinted up the stairs, his feet bounding against the wooden platforms on the way up and practically skidding to a halt in his room. "Carlos? Who is this?" his mother asked. "Mama? Why are you in my room?!" Carlos shrieked. "Your bathroom wasn't working so I was going to use your bedroom one." Not long after that, the rest of his family joined them, looking as shocked as the mother. "So, who is this?" she questioned again. Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat. She was about to come clean when Carlos bet her to it. "My girlfriend." Carlos stammered. Everyone looked at him in disbelief. "You have a girlfriend?" his sister asked. Carlos nodded and gripped Y/n a little bit tighter. "We thought we could keep it a secret. We wanted some privacy." Y/n added. His mother looked at him in disbelief. "And her name?"

"Y/n." Carlos said, bringing her forward. Y/n out her hand out to shake his mother's hand, forcing a smile onto her face. "It's so lovely to meet you." She found her hand being taken. "Reyes. His mother." she replied, now smiling. "Carlos has told me so many things about you. All good, dont worry." She looked her up and down and gave a look of approval to Carlos. "Well we shouldn't keep her from changing her clothes so we'll go back to the living room." Carlos nodded and watched as his family left, letting out a sigh of relief. "Here, wear this." Carlos said handing her a jumper. "Girlfriend? Really?" Y/n whispered as she pulled the jumper over her. "What do you want me to say? That you're a one night stand?" Carlos asked. "I don't know but now I'm gonna have to be here a lot for your family to believe we are actually dating for your little lie to actually come across as your girlfriend."

"Just-" he paused and faced her. "look happy." Carlos and Y/n walked out, a smile on their faces, acting like a happy couple. "You two are very much cute." Blanca, who was Carlos' sister said. "Try not to scare her off just yet." Y/n sat down beside Carlos on the sofa, laughing nervously. Carlos curled his arm around her shoulders and held her closely to him. "So, gifts. Who's going to open theirs first?" Y/n relaxed into his chest as she watched the family tear open wrapping paper, opening up their gifts. She felt her phone buzz. She opened it to see a message from her friend.

Y/n? Where are you? Are you alright?

She looked between her phone and the family when typing back a response.

I'm fine. I'll just be held up a bit until later tonight. dw

Y/n didn't take her phone out the rest of the day. It stayed in her pocket. When they were opening their gifts, when they were eating breakfast, when they watched Christmas movies. She didn't look at her phone, not even once. She was too focused on trying to make this façade of being the girlfriend of Carlos to do anything. "I need the bathroom." Y/n whispered about halfway through the Grinch. Carlos nodded and let her go, kissing her hand as she went.

She walked around the hallway, forgetting exactly where the bathroom was. She opened doors and closed them in search of it but couldn't find it. She opened one door in particular and groaned as she didn't see a toilet. As she was about to close the door, she paused and looked back in. She looked around confused at everything in the room.

Carlos Sainz jr, siguiendo los pasos de su padre

Carlos Sainz jr. consigue un podio en Brasil!

Es un segundo cercano con Carlos Sainz jr en Monza!

Her eyes went wide as she looked beside the newspaper clippings and looked at the magnificent trophies and helmets beside them. "He's a fucking racing driver." she whispered in shock. She scurried out of the room and peaked into the living room. "Carlos? Babe?" Carlos turned and smiled at her. She hadn't called him babe before that moment. "Yes amor?" Carlos asked. "Can I talk to you? In the kitchen please?" Carlos stood up. "Of course, excuse me for a moment guys." Carlos followed her into his kitchen. "What's up-"

"You didn't think to tell me you were a racing driver?" Carlos arched a brow. "I thought you knew I was?" Y/n shook her head. "Well I knew you must do something because of this massive house but I didn't think you were a racing driver!" Carlos sighed. "Well I don't know what to say. I drive cars fast for a living." Y/n rubbed her temples. "Right, okay. It's fine. I'll just play along. I still don't know what we will do after this." Carlos smirked. "Well I wouldn't mind a round two." She slapped his chest. "We'll see." They returned to the living room shortly after and resumed their hugging position when Ana smiled at how cute they were. She sneakily took out her phone and recorded them, then tagging Carlos and posting it on her story. Then she stood up. "Family photo!" Ana said, setting up the camera on the mantlepiece. Carlos and Y/n began panicking. Carlos didn't want anyone assuming he had a girlfriend when he didn't and Y/n didn't want to be seen. "Oh, I can just take the photo if you want-"

"No, no, no. You're part of the family now!" Y/n just nodded along. "Yeah, sure okay. That's fine." The camera flashed, a good five times before Ana rushed over to have a look at the collection. "Oh my goodness, these photos are great!" Carlos and Y/n shared a look, a look that showed that both of them knew they were fucked. Ana had opened her instagram, grinning. "Carlos, you're trending." Carlos took her phone and looked at it, his face turning more serious. "Did you just post a video of me and Y/n on your story?" Ana nodded. "Ana! This is exactly what we didn't want! We wanted to be kept secret!"

"I'm sure she can just take it down-"

"No, it's too late now! It's been up for ten minutes, many people could have screenshotted it." Carlos was leaning over, his head in his hands. Y/n rubbed his back. "I'm sorry Carlos, I really am." Carlos shrugged it off. "It's fine. It's fine. Y/n, how about you help me with the Christmas Dinner and they can set the table, eh?" Y/n nodded and away they went again to cook. "Fuck." Y/n whispered. "So what do we do now?" Carlos shrugged. "I seriously don't know. I wish I did." Y/n groaned. "I guess you'll be getting a round 2 sooner than you thought." Carlos laughed at the light hearted joke. "We'll just pretend to date for a few months and then we'll break up." Carlos thought for a minute and nodded. "That's not too bad of an idea." Y/n put her hand out. "So we are agreed?" Carlos took her hand. "We are agreed princesa."

Yes, they agreed on breaking up but come on. Do you really think they did it? Of course not. Especially not when on that day, three years later, Carlos gave her a box, tightly wrapped and sat beside her, in front of the fireplace to ask her to be his wife.

#f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #f1 oneshots #carlos sainz blurb #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz junior #carlos sainz jr imagine #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x female reader #carlos sainz x oc

[mercedesssssss]

insane scene. let's discuss.

first, him watching her walk up, like he Knows who she was probably just with, and the heartbreak but also just *in awe of her* anyways on his face is sooooooo 😵‍💫

the way when she walks up and he just doesn't say anything for a moment, it shows #tome that he's thinking abt It.

secondly, him saying "normally I'd take care of this but the guy looked sketchy" or whatever the hell.... BE SERIOUS what are you talking about "I'd take care of this" like ... can't take him srsly sometimes like okay honey that was an awful excuse but i love you dearly anyways

like he could've called abbott, cho, fischer, but he called lisbon not just bc he prob knew abt the date, not just bc she's his partner, but simply bc he wants to see Her.

At any time.

For any reason.

Ever.

thirdly, her being like "you called me out here for duck tape?" & him being like "you need to trust me" is just so important to me because even though it's glossed over in this scene, (they don't spend any time on it, it's not the main point of the scene) her trusting him has always been so important to him. It certainly would be now more than most any other time considering how Tense everything is.

and then her just not believing him and immediately jumping to the conclusion that he wanted to screw up her date, which honestly as a viewer isn't big of a stretch at all but surface level it kind of reminds me of the s5 "I'm not you're girlfriend" line, bc in terms of the situation it kind of comes out of left field, just like in that s5 scene, but on a *everything* level it's both subconsciously lisbons feelings for jane coming out AND her wanting Him to talk abt his feelings for Her, & it's so insanely good bc she's totally right to think it

and then he continues on to *try* to act like he didnt know! and its funny here especially because, yes, the show has shown he's a great liar, we know this, but sometimes he's not (here) and when it comes to This (the jisbon of it all) it was just getting harder and harder to keep lying and pretending and that's why here he kind of does a TERRIBLE JOB

and in another circumstance that conversation couldve ended up going in a totally different direction, except for the fact that he was being partially truthful in his reasoning for calling her, because while he did have all those other reasons behind calling Her specifically, he also did call her bc he genuinely thought/knew someone was in trouble.

so then #it gets put aside once he convinces her and they go inside.

like I said, insane scene.

in conclusion, jisbon tension angst pining yearning etcetcetc all very loved by me 🫶

#jisbon #jane #lisbon #patrick jane #teresa lisbon #the mentalist #jisbons relationship and build up is so complex and overanalyzing each scene genuinely brings me so much joy

[svtskneecaps]

here's how it goes:

everyone spends valentine's day in DEEP denial. tubbo isn't dead, he CAN'T be. when they die they come back, that's how it is, how it's ALWAYS been. the island is hell but at least fatalities don't stick, except in specific cases and all of them in the same white shells. of course philza jokes, he's thinking about tubbo, he can't stop. he's expecting tubbo to jump out at any moment, he's expecting to go to fobo and see tubbo hidden in the basement throwing darts at a picture of fit and pac looking at each other, he's expecting to go back to the dungeon and the body is gone (he hopes). tubbo's not dead. he can't die. none of them can, just the eggs.

(it never takes this long to come back; he knows something is wrong)

here's how it goes:

tubbo tells the kids "i'm on my last life." the eggs have always had lives. i don't think some of them have ever understood that the players have infinite chances, with their insistence on protecting their caretakers from deaths like their caretakers do for them, charging back into the eye worker war, refusing to back out of a dangerous dungeon before their parents do, wanting to protect. i don't know if they understand that to the players, death is like spit in the face: unpleasant, sure, but no big deal.

tubbo tells the kids "i'm on my last life" and of course they believe him. death is their constant companion, no more than two doors down. some eggs are used to it being a breath away.

here's how it goes:

tubbo is dead. the children mourn him. the players are scared. defiant. they always are. who among them has died? dan, missing; spreen, gone; maximus... well there was no body, no announcement, surely-

(how long did it take pierre to accept it? to realize it? to take down the missing person posters? not a day. not a day.)

juanaflippa died and there was a court case to save her. bobby died and the whole server journeyed to save him. when is the last time the players have taken death lying down?

here's how it goes:

tubbo dies, and he dies unloved (fit's arm is stretched out to save him). he dies without purpose (sunny is there, she's waiting, she knows he won't move). he dies and no one cares (chayanne refuses to leave, his godfather, he failed his-)

here's how it goes:

the valentine's party is so loud but too quiet. there's a name in the air, even when no one is saying it

"wow sure is good tubbo isn't here" phil says (he's said this before, he'll say it again, but isn't it strange how many times? perhaps even he doesn't believe it. perhaps he's trying to convince himself.)

here's how it goes:

a creature with too many faces comes. it tells them the truth they won't face. tubbo is gone.

quesadilla island says, "not for long"

#qsmp #shut up vic #block game brainrot #idk not fully satisfied w this but it's 1:30am where i live and i have work #just had some Thoughts. if you're curious this isn't intended to bash any character #i'm not putting character tags on it bc i don't feel like throwing it to those specific wolves idk how this is gonna go over #just it bothers me how people are acting. wanted to throw some cents in the ring #i feel like people are focusing hard onto their fav's lore and missing the other side so. #tbh was a half attempt at throwing what i got out of it which is hopefully close to both #or at the very least it's Equally Neither Option :) #anyway goodnight from me sweet dreams #if you hated this don't tell me lmao #((yes i tire of angst; woe hope be upon ye)) #((me: i'm tired grandpa; the qsmp angsting further: THAT'S TOO DAMN BAD!')) #((maybe i LIKE hope qsmp maybe i LIKE defiance)) #((catch me hoping all over the place smh))

[noddytheornithopod]

Kinda just spitballing here, but the theory that Crosshair knows what really happened to Tech sounded interesting to me, and that he's just not saying anything because after what he went through he thinks he's too far gone and doesn't wanna break everyone's hearts more.

I bring this up because Crosshair said his "defects" were part of why he wasn't able to be conditioned into a CX, and while personally I don't think he's lying... what if there's a chance he is, or at least not telling the full truth? That is, he's making this story to not make them consider the possibility of Tech being a CX. It's a stretch I admit, and IDK if I even buy it myself, but it's something to think about, I guess.

Also while I do believe Crosshair when he says his defects made it hard, I don't know if it applies the same to every clone. Remember, even if the Bad Batch were mostly unaffected by their chips, it wasn't the same in each one... most notably, Crosshair.

If Crosshair can be more susceptible to the chip's influence, then it's not impossible that other "defective" clones would have different issues with the CX conditioning process. Especially considering Tech would be in a weaker state, having fallen from such a height.

I do think Crosshair is still right in a way, though. I saw an interesting suggestion that his tremor might have actually been deliberate self sabotage, as in he harmed himself in a way so that he couldn't be useful to the Empire anymore.

Not really sure where I'm going with this or if I have any strong points here, but I at least wanna get these thoughts out just in case anyone else might have things to say.

#the bad batch #star wars #tbb spoilers #sw spoilers #tech #tbb tech #crosshair #tbb crosshair #CX troopers

[canirove]

Granada | Chapter 17

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"Stretch your fingers again… perfect. There is nothing broken, but you'll probably be sore for a few days" Iris said.

"I know. I already told you I know how to throw a punch" Rowena replied.

"Did your husband teach you?"

"She learnt that back home" Rúben said. 

"Well, I'm glad you did. That prick deserved what he got" Iris smirked. 

"That prick could have killed her. Or worse."

"But he didn't, did he?" Rowena said.

"Yes, because I showed up. What were you thinking?"

"I… I think I'll leave you alone so you can talk" Iris said, leaving the room. 

"Well?" Rúben asked again once they were alone.

"Well what."

"Are you going to tell me why you came here? Why did you put your life at risk by leaving the summer palace at night to come to this side of the city, and alone?"

"I needed to speak with Iris."

"Why?"

"Why? Do you really have to ask why?" Rowena laughed. "She is your lover, Rúben!"

"Was."

"Yes, was. But I didn't know until I asked her."

"You could have asked me."

"As if you would have told me truth" she snorted. "I needed to hear it from her."

"And you couldn't wait until tomorrow?"

"No, I couldn't. Not knowing if you had been lying to me the whole summer was driving me crazy! I needed to know the truth!"

"Rowena, I didn't lie to you. Everything that has happened between us has been real."

"I know. But I needed to hear it from her."

"Because you don't trust me anymore, right?" Rúben sighed. "When are you leaving?"

"What?" she chuckled.

"You probably are already thinking about how to run away again, about leaving me and going back home."

"Why… why are you saying that?"

"Because I broke your trust, Rowena. I hurt you. I don't deserve you." 

"Rúben…"

"Though you may get rid of me before you can attempt another of your crazy plans. War is knocking at our door."

"At… what?"

"The training today… We were checking if everyone was fit for what is coming. My father told Diogo and I to not tell anyone, to keep you, Anne and my mother out of it for as long as we could. But the enemy is moving, Rowena. They'll be at our border in just a few days."

"That's… that's not possible."

"It is. You'll be getting rid of me sooner than you thought."

"Can you please stop saying that?" Rowena said, getting up from her chair. 

"I'm just saying the truth" Rúben shrugged.

"What you are doing is saying stupidity after stupidity. Because I don't want to get rid of you and I don't want to run away. I want to stay here. With you."

"Why?" he asked, those brown eyes of his fixed on hers.

"Because I… because… urgh" Rowena said before throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him. 

She didn't know exactly why she had done it, but she knew she had wanted to do it. Besides, they say actions speak louder than words, right? And even though she wasn't too sure about what she was exactly doing, it felt right. Her lips on Rúben's, and his on hers, felt right. His hands around her waist, pulling her closer to him, felt right. They felt right. Together.

"Rowena, wait" he suddenly said, stopping their kiss. 

"Did I… Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no" he smiled. "It's just that I… I'm leaving soon and I may not come back."

"Don't you dare say that" she said, hitting his arm.

"Ouch" he chuckled. "But it may happen. You know that possibility will always be there. And I… Before I leave, I… I want to…"

"You want what? she encouraged him. 

"Let me love you, Rowena" he said, looking at her in a way he had never done before. One that made her heart beat faster than it ever had, the butterflies in her stomach losing control. "Even if it is just once, let me show you how it feels to be in the arms of someone. How it feels to be the only thing that matters in the world. How it feels when time stops and there is nothing else. When it is just you and the other person. Let me show how…"

But he wasn't allowed to keep talking, Rowena’s lips on his once again.

"Is this a yes?" he whispered when they managed to break apart.

"Yes" she whispered back, that smile she loved so much being the last thing she saw before they were kissing again. But this time with more passion, with more need, his hands moving over her body, slowly walking them towards the bed.

"Rowena…" Rúben murmured as he kissed her jaw, her neck, goosebumps going down her spine with every touch.

"My prince" she said, being able to feel his smile on her skin when she said those words. 

"Are you sure you want this?"

"I do."

"Because once I start, I don't know if I'll be able to stop."

"What?" Rowena laughed.

"That's how badly I want you" he said as his eyes met hers, making the temperature of her body rise even more.

"Well, if I want you to stop, I'll let you know."

"How?" he asked, arching an eyebrow and trying to hide his smile.

"You know I have my tricks" she shrugged.

"But you'll be naked. No shoes at hand or knives hiding in your clothes."

"Again. I have my tricks."

"And I…" he said as his fingers moved under her shirt, her skin burning where he had touched her. "Have mine to make sure you won't want me to stop. In fact, you'll ask me for more."

"So confident, my prince" Rowena said with a teasing smile.

"It is what it is" he smirked.

"Then go on. Show me what you can do."

"Gladly, my lady" he replied. And while Rúben kissed her, touched her, and made her feel things she thought impossible, Rowena was sure of one thing: war wasn't going to take this away from her. War wasn't going to take him away from her.

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[theycallmeratt]

The transformation hurt, Wyll's skin screaming as ridges stretched it from underneath, as horns burst through, the fire of his contract burning like it had just been set. Worse were everyone's faces, the horror, the disgust. Even Karlach stepped back, revolted by what Mizora did to him. But what did she expect? She knew devils. She knew how well they took a "no".

Even after he caught his breath and managed to stand upright, the pain remained, flickering over the underside of his skin and across his organs at random. Any hope that Wyll had of returning home burned away with his humanity. His father couldn't accept him with devil's magic in his veins; he certainly wouldn't accept him with a devil's horns on his head.

Wyll tried to stay positive. No one wanted to hear him whine. No one cared that this brought him right back to his father's rejection, that his nights were filled with dreams of their last hug. Nightmares. Broken promises. He needed to put this old anger aside and save the duke.

He held his head high, neck and shoulders sore and shaking from the new load, and he did what he always did: he saved the day.

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"Great work today," Asharak said to him. With the goblin threat gone, the tiefling had taken a break from training the children and dipped into the celebration for a pint. He gave a tight lipped smile. "It was inspiring, seeing you fight up close."

Flattery, Wyll was certain, and a little thickly laid on. Asharak was nearly twice his age. Nearly his father's age. Still, there was a starry-eyed-ness to Asharak that suggested this might be the truth, and Wyll would be lying if he claimed the words didn't soothe him. Soon he found himself pouring it all out: how he couldn't sleep because of his horns, and when he did the flailing from his nightmares meant his horns cut and bruised his arms. How his teeth ached and kept cutting his mouth, how his skin and bones felt bruised from his new ridges rubbing against them.

"But listen to me. Talking to you as if you don't understand," Wyll said. "Oh, no, insulting you, too! I didn't mean it like—there's nothing wrong with horns. I only… damn. I'm sorry."

"I don't understand," Asharak said. "I was born this way. Well, my horns were smaller, and I was shorter—a bit, only a bit—but I've been a tiefling forever. My parents were tieflings. My sister is–was one. It's who I am. You've had horns for…"

"Eight days."

"Gods. Right, well. This is my body. That is the body you were forced into. But I've put together an entourage for you, if you're willing. We have Guex here, horns nearly as big as yours."

"I have an excellent method for preserving headboards!" Guex said. "It's called: do not use them."

"And Alfira, to help with the fangs."

"We'll have you back in your old voice in no time," grinned the bard. Wyll nodded gratefully; even though his teeth looked the same, each was razor sharp, slowly turning his tongue into a fringe.

"Bex has offered to alter your clothing, make it easier to take everything on and off," Asharak said.

"I'm not the best," Bex said, "but I did all of Danis's, and I think he looks great! Although, that might just be Danis."

"And finally… myself. For support." Again, Asharak gave that tight lipped smile, like his help was a thing that was inevitable. Wyll gave up.

He listened as Guex outlined various sleeping positions and showed him the easiest ways to get a shirt on and off. Lakrissa showed him how to oil his horns and ridges, and massage his neck. Cal and Lia delivered knitted covers for him to wear at night, the base padded with rabbit fur to protect the sensitive skin, the tips padded with old wine corks.

"If you're petty," said Rolan, refilling his wine, "Take pleasure in knowing that she gave you horns any devil would eat themself for."

"She really did," Dammon agreed. He gifted Wyll a set of cuffs with matching combs and ornaments for his hair, and a mouthguard to use at night. In a low voice he said, "A lot of us use them when our adult fangs come in. Wax can help it stay."

Wyll popped it in then popped it out, fumbling it into Karlach's pint. She laughed until she coughed and dared him to chug it.

Alfira nearly got his teeth handled by the end of the evening, and Wyll only nicked his tongue once saying "salutations". Lakrissa, with a wink, offered to teach him how to kiss, but Alfira whacked on the horn until she apologized. The kids gave him a bag of hard candies they said could help his mouth heal. All the tieflings held flame behind his horns until they were convinced that it had a core and not a root, and thus wouldn't shed, then Zevlor himself taught Wyll the best way to avoid bleeding out from a broken horn, Karlach chiming in about her own experience losing one. She even apologized to him–to him, the sword who nearly killed an innocent tiefling at the command of a devil!–for her reaction to his punishment.

"I should've done something more," she said. "Just, seeing Mizora after all that time? All I could do was sass her. I'm sorry, Wyll. I'll make it up to you."

Somehow Wyll kept the proper decorum, assuring her she didn't need to, before slipping off into the forest.

"Wyll," Asharak called, following him. "Where are you going? Mirkon wants to give you something he wrote."

"It's too much," he said. Overwhelmed, touched, Wyll found himself tearing up. His voice went thick, his new ridges hardening with emotion. "Everyone is far too generous. I haven't done anything to deserve this."

"You saved the Grove," Asharak said, patting his shoulder. "Twice. But even if you hadn't, you're a person. Something awful happened to you. We can help. You deserve to be helped, saer."

"I…" Wyll's words got lost somewhere in his throat.

"You don't believe me." Asharak threw an arm around Wyll, and for a moment Wyll was in two embraces: Asharak's and his father's. Wyll closed his eyes. "You're a good man, Wyll. They say to never meet your heroes, but I'm glad to know you. Now, you don't need to go back to the party, but Mirkon will cry if he doesn't get this story to you. And, er, try not to laugh, but he spelled your name wrong the entire way through. Wyll with an i. Can you imagine?"

#bg3 fanfic #bg3 wyll #bg3 asharak #bg3 karlach #bg3 tiefling refugees #wyll week 2024 #wyll ravengard #wyllweek2024

[gabessquishytum]

Sort of in the same realm as all the "Dream has only had bad sex" prompts, along with having only had shitty sex, Dream is used to whoever he's with kicking him out basically the second it's over. When he and Hob get together he wants to stay as long as he can because he's so happy, but he knows he can only stay if sex is happening.

So he sitting here, actively in bed with Hob, but his mind is miles away trying to figure out how to stretch out the experience (it's always been over so fast, there's got to be SOME way he can spend more than ten minutes all wrapped up together with Hob). The best he can come up with is just like, physically moving slow, and trying to convince Hob to let him get him off more than once.

Now Hob, he's all for marathon sex, but 1) Dream seems at a complete loss of what to do, and b) Dream doesn't seem horny, he seems desperate (and not even sexy desperate, more like bordering on panic type of desperation).

Before long Hob is putting the brakes on like "alright, T.O. my love, lets talk for a sec, I am concerned both at the fact you can't seem to come up with fun sex things to do, and also that you don't seem like you're having fun, period."

It takes some pulling teeth, but eventually it all comes out, and Hob is very very sad, and explains that, while he'd be happy to spend hours showing Dream how good it can be, Hob was actually HOPING Dream would stay afterwards (ideally forever, but at least for the night), so if Dream only wants to fool around for a little bit, or he gets tired part way through, or if he decides he doesn't want to do anything, they still get to cuddle up with each other for as long as they want.

Dream is twelve kinds of baffled. But that's okay, Hob is prepared to spoil Dream with mind blowing sex AND mind blowing cuddling. His skills are diverse.

(🦇 2.0)

Yes!!! Cuddles and snuggles for Dream!!

Of course Hob is a very tactile person! I'm sure that for him, sex is very much about intimacy and he always enjoys the snuggling part just as much as the actual sex. He wouldn't mind too much if he had a partner who wanted a bit of space after sex, of course... but that just doesn't seem to be the case for Dream?

I'm obsessed with Dream trying to come up with increasingly desperate and weird sex acts which Hob is lying there feeling awkward and increasingly embarrassed. He literally can't do anymore and he's starting to worry that Dream is expecting more than his body can reasonably provide. He's never felt worried about his sexual prowess before but he's actually getting nervous!

And then it occurs to him that Dream seems to be drawing this out for a reason... and he eventually gets the truth. Honestly he's massively relieved that he isn't just like, performing inadequately... if the case is that Dream wants cuddles then he's going to get as many as Hob can possibly provide.

Dream is pretty skittish for a while, but after months of being completely welcomed in Hob’s bed for both sexy times and snuggly times... he gets very comfortable and very much claims the space as his own. Hob loves seeing him all starfished out on the sheets, waiting patiently to be cuddled six ways to sunday <333

#🦇 2.0 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[homesickn]

Isn't Bite Also Touch?

(Loki X female demon!reader)

Chapter 8! — read it all here.

Summary: You and Loki have the first training practice together with the Avengers.

“Who the Hell is Ediel?” Clint asked. “I swear you are bringing people for free from now on.”

It's the first training practice that you're joining along with the Avengers.

“I agree with Hawkeye.” You say, a hand holding your foot up in your stretching. You're all preparing yourselves before starting the exercises. "The Avengers are just accepting free forms at this point.”

“I never even heard this name Ediel in the Bible,” Clint comments, shrugging his shoulders. “Not that I've really paid attention.”

“Maybe it's a made-up name,” you say as if you don't know the truth.

“I love how you're just gossiping about him as if you don't know his life,” Thor brings up with a smile. You give a smile back, sticking your tongue out. “It's kind of funny.”

“Listen, dude. I'm just saying,” There's a twinkle to your expression as you share. “Maybe…if you search for his pictures you'll see his real name.”

“You're the first person that I've ever seen call Thor a dude,” Nat says and you laugh.

“I literally couldn't care less.” Clint expresses with a tired grunt, referring to all the Ediel talk. He was wrapping some bandage wrap around his fist because it was covered by a large bruise.

Ediel was taking pictures somewhere else, it was understandable to say that the humans loved Ediel, since the party scandal. They adored him, it left you infuriated. 

He wasn't even that special, you could do so many more things than him, you were overly powerful, your powers crossed the limits throughout Hell and Earth. You were a child of Satan.

Yet, he was what they wanted to take pictures of. Bunch of fools. 

They're pathetic.

You cross your arms as you look at the team preparing their places, you angrily mutter out your thoughts of him. “Idiot, he's a fool.”

“Anyone from a thousand miles would be able to hear your angry mumbling.” Loki says, coming to your side, crouching down to where you stood sitting near the wall.

“I'm not mumbling, I don't do that.” You cock your head, barely turning to face him. “You know, you were nicer to me when you didn't know I was a demon,” you muse.

He looks at you, amused by your sudden statement.

“When I first saw you you seemed like the most powerful creature my eyes had ever seen,” you blush at his words, that does leave you a bit baffled and speechless. “I wasn't anticipating any family issues in your life story.” He says, remembering the Angel.

You grunt in annoyance, still with your arms crossed childishly. 

“As I said, you don't know me.”

“That's right,” he looks elsewhere. “I despise you.”

That stings a bit more than you expected. How could he claim not to like you? You've barely ever done anything to him.

“Just now, right?” He looks at you with curiosity, and a frown. “You didn't hate me when we first met. You were kind.”

He looks around the room as you say that, quietly remembering his pleasantry when he thought you were just a very powerful witch. He didn't want to think about being too soft and trusting with a demon, but you've done nothing if not show him loyalty and… friendliness.

And on the contrary to his beliefs, he was feeling yet stronger every day, after spending it with you.

He thought you'd weaken him. He thought he should keep himself away. 

He tried to shake away the small bubbling guilt he started to feel. He could see the little bruise, almost non-perceptible, that he'd left on your lips.

“Honestly,” he clears his throat. “I feel like it makes sense for me to doubt your truth.” He tries to explain, he knew you were lying to him about something you wouldn't tell.

You tilt your head arrogantly.

“Well, then you can despise me very far away from me,” you shoosh him away with your hands, like you're guiding a dog out. “Go, go, leave me alone.” 

He looks incredulous, kind of entertained by your gestures.

“You can't treat me like that, are you serious?” He says, but he's smiling at your funny attempts to stop him from bothering you. “I'm not a dog.”

“One day,” you confidently start. “I'll make you my little pet. My dog, a very misbehaved stray for me to train. Mark my words. You'll kneel at my feet.” He feels the power behind those words reach his groins as he shamelessly gives you an infuriating smile.

“Don't threaten me with a good time.”

“I'm being nice, you literally compared me to a–” you paused dramatically to say the next word. “bug, if you remember, from earlier, a bug.”

“Forgive me,” he said, smiling at you. It didn't feel very sincere.

You were quite shaken from his behavior, as much as you love playfully annoying him, his constant emotional barrier strikes you by surprise at times. 

Surprise only, not sadness. You wouldn't let yourself feel inferior for that, much less his silly offending names during rough sexual acts.

Besides, you like it when he's rough too.

Steve arrives a few minutes after, taking your attention away from the annoying god by your side. 

He brings his hands together and begins to explain the exercises you were about to practice, also, how every single training is depending on your specific powers and strength as an individual.

So you should have a partner that matches your level to fight with, and as there's no other match for magic…

“I guess you could say that's me.” Loki points at himself when you look for a partner.

“Look, I would fight you, of course,” you lift your hands up to him as you explain. “But frankly, I don't want to kill you.”

“Kill me?” He laughs. “You're so funny, little demoness.” He conjures his knives.

“Now be careful you two. We don't want to ruin our training with a real murder, we already have enough trouble at bay.” You quirk your eyebrow to Loki from Steve's words.

“See, you fool?” You make sure to make your hands a bit reddish with your powers now, warm enough to burn as you touch him, but not enough to be perceptible to others that you're using pyrokinesis. “No killing.”

Loki sees your little trick, he can feel your magic as you're close, and purposefully makes his hands colder too, he could only hope they didn't turn blue.

As you go for the first attack he hisses from the burn, he grabs your wrist and you feel the freezing touch on your skin.

“Oww!” You jump from the cold and feel the needle pricking sensation on your flesh. You gasp as you point accusing him. “Cheater! You're using ice powers! I didn't even know you had these.”

“You get caught unaware and assume I'm cheating now?” You take the moment of his distraction, and jump to fight him in another hurried way, like a wild beast.

He catches you by your hips while you keep hitting his head with your fists giving very burning sensations. Nothing truly harmful, so it doesn't step the limits.

He complains and winces from the touch. “We should agree on no pyrokinesis, to keep the battle fair.”

“Am I hurting the little prince?” You manage to ask, smiling devilishly as he still holds you up, attempting to take you off of him. 

“You truly are an annoying little imp, aren't you?” You feel the softness behind those words, your attacks now getting less intense. The others don't stop their training, you keep your focus on Loki's moves.

He manages to push you off of him with a blast of his green seidr, you fall on one of the comfortable mats on the floor, proper for practical fighting. 

You giggle as your body hits the ground, you give a thumbs up to him as you cradle your lower stomach. “Good one, man, you got me.” 

Loki doesn't know why he feels this… guilt as he watches you, the same position, you, on the floor. Quite the same as earlier but now your words rang in his ears.

You don't know why he's standing there like a fish left in thought, but you take the moment to lift yourself with easy flexibility, giving a superhero stance as you run towards him again.

Your powers make him hit the wall, he grunts and gives you a smile.

“Didn't hurt. Is this the best your powers can do?”

“I told you, I could kill you if I use them too much, be careful.” You tease and feel the magic tingling your veins, it excites you whenever you can use it freely like this. You were almost jumping like a kid from excitement.

“As much as magic may be a fascinating sight,” Natasha says, and you turn to face her. “Please, don't break anything in the way.” 

Bruce was sitting on a little chair as he spoke up. “Yeah, preferably everything in place.”

Loki grabs your arm and twists your body with his to the ground, hovering you again, and licking his lips. You feel the shock to your core as you look up his eyes, he gulps as he looks down into yours.

“Don't turn your back to your enemy, you really do need the training lessons.” 

You smile. “Well, I don't have to practice. I don't need to.” You easily turn his body around, pinning him down this time. 

He hungrily gazes your figure up on him, straddling him, then he catches your eyes again.

“See? I can do anything I want, sometimes you tend to forget.” You wink and press yourself closer to his chest, almost reaching his mouth as you speak.

“This doesn't look like the usual training we have around here,” Tony mutters, peeking from the open door. “This is why I don't participate in these things.”

You lick your lips and move to guide Loki's body up with you, he relents and attaches his hand to yours as you two move to stand up.

Once it's done, you stare at the sight of your hands together, you twist it a little, like a creature facing something unusual, analyzing it. It's not something you usually do. 

Nobody really ever held your hand, even in a situation as casual as this was.

He untangles his hands from yours. You feel the wish you could grab it back.

“Let's keep training.”

“Who do you train with?” You ask Thor, taking a breath from your training with Loki.

“With Loki, but you stole him from me,” he says, not very seriously, smiling at you and handing you a bottle of water. “My brother and I fight together all the time, it's almost tradition between us at this point. He's the only match for my Asgardian strength.”

It feels comforting to see the familiarity behind Thor's words, he's really nostalgic as he talks of his experiences of battle and training practices with his brother. 

“But it's great to see an equal match to him, one that shares magical abilities too,” he continues.

“It's rare those moments that you come to compliment me or my skill set,” Loki snickers at his brother. 

“I always speak the world of you,” Thor's words felt too honest, too impactful to a level you felt you were interrupting something personal about him, and his family.

You're in awe, his brother truly loves him.

But who are you to say anything to Loki? You know how he must feel. Left to always be the one in second place, his brother destined to have the throne.

Your eyes glance at the others still in action, your muscles ready to continue the fighting but you take the time to ponder your thoughts.

That's why Loki must be so restricted, so distrusting. He questions your every move, just because of your nature. 

You don't want to take Thor's side and tease Loki's moodiness, besides, it's not really your business, you don't know what they've been through.

“Do you want to train with him a little? We can keep going later,” You offer to Thor, and say the second part to Loki.

“Are you really selling me like that?” Loki asks jokingly with a smile.

“Yes. It's a very easy deal,” You say, the golden brother laughs and pats Loki's back.

“Let's do some battle moves, just like the old times,” Thor moves to grab his weapon, Loki doesn't seem excited, but he definitely seems used to it as he readies himself. “Then you will show the lady your fighting techniques.” 

You smile at the two, glad to be an audience.

“Just know I'll be rooting for you!” You loudly tell Loki, he stops short on his steps, processing your words. Then, he quietly moves to prepare for the training with his brother.

Some hours later, you find yourself walking towards Stark's common lab to pester him.

“There's a lot of new people coming around,” You say, shrugging your shoulders as you share with Tony. “This is ridiculous, why so many? Why do you even need so many people around?”

“This tower doesn't stand by itself.”

“It actually does, that's how buildings are made.”

“No, no, stupid, I meant the work around here. S.H.I.E.L.D and the Stark Industries.” Tony brings up, checking some files. “You're just complaining because your brother is getting pampered by the media, it's a good thing, at least it covers your face from the news.”

“My face in the media should be a delight, humans should be grateful. AND, you should know better than to call me stupid,” you meekly threaten.

“You don't scare us.”

“Because I choose not to,” your voice is cold.

“Right,” he pretends not to care. “But what is the matter with that? Having many people around.”

You sigh loudly as you look out of the lab, unfortunately seeing that there's one of the female agents talking with Loki. A blonde, high-pitched voice woman.

“Like, who the fuck is she?” You point to the woman close to Loki.

“Oh, that's Clair. She's one of the best in the business.”

“I bet she is,” you angrily muster. “Such a pathetic human name.”

“She's also incredibly Christian, maybe that's just your demon side speaking,” you pout from Tony's words. 

“Cheer up, sis, no one's stealing your man from you.” Ediel shows up and you give him an angry stare.

The lab was usually chillier than the common areas of the Tower, you wondered why Tony felt the need to keep everything cold and so robotic-looking, but again, you're not the scientist here. 

“You shouldn't even be here,” you bring up. “All of your species are insufferable, always bringing up their noses where they weren't called.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Tony swears, passing his hand down his face in disbelief, and clear annoyance. “Could you shut the fuck up? Honestly, I'll pay for you to leave the house.”

You smile impishly, tilting your shoulders up and down in joy. Still smiling even as you look over where Loki is.

“Deal.”

“Wait, what?” Tony is confused.

“I want to go out!” You plead like a child. “But I can't go by myself…” 

“Poor Loki,” Ediel looks at the ceiling to avoid your face. “Not only is being held hostage here but has to deal with you and your possessiveness.”

A tilt of your wrist has his voice disappearing, surprising Stark with the sudden use of your magic like that. 

Ediel touches his throat and tries to figure out what's wrong with his vocal cords, because you've removed it with magic.

“Finally, some peace,” you sigh, then smile to leave their presence, moving towards the loud lady bugging Loki with her presence.

“Loki!” You call loudly, interrupting with a shake of your hand eagerly through the air. “Loki! Loki!”

He almost rolls his eyes, but holds back a smile. 

“Pardon,” he whispers to Clair. As you reach over, he puts his hand close to your stomach to stop you in your steps. He says your name. “Don't do–”

“Who are you?” You ask the woman whom you already know the name of, the sparkle in your eyes holding fake politeness. 

“Don't do anything irrational,” Loki's low tone orders, his timbre almost vibrating through your brain like a purr of a kitten, but he seems a bit too serious when he says these words. “Please, I know you.”

You gape at him and put a hand over your chest. Looking at the girl who's sheepishly looking back at you, shy now. 

She introduces herself calmly, you nod to recognize it but still pay more attention to Loki's insinuation.

“I'm not going to do anything, such a lack of trust! You need some therapy, man,” again, he sighs off, from the term, squishing his eyes shut now. “Therapy, some talking would do you good, for sure.” 

He passes his hand over his face in annoyance, you close your arms around him. He just puts his hand on your arm to steady you. 

“I'm a god, I don't need these things, a Midgardian giving me tips on how to live my life,” you're surprised he doesn't push you away, just keeps his hand over your arm, so you can look up from his chest.

He looks down at you to see you talk.

“Do they have therapy in Asgard?” 

“We do, we're just too proud to face it sometimes.”

“So that's just a general experience then. Good to know,” you don't want to waste his good mood too much.

Clair's just shamefully trying to move away to leave you two alone, trying to sneak out. You could only chuckle, the sound muffling against Loki's chest.

“You drove her away,” he states, not sounding harsh or upset. His hand caresses your back now, he also pushes your hair behind your ears. 

“I tend to do it a lot.”

“They're scared of you.”

“I know that too,” you could hear his heartbeat. “Do you know we're allowed out?” He knits his eyebrows, surprised, maybe it's a lie.

“How?”

“I tricked Stark, I think,” he can't hold back his smile from your sentence. 

In Asgard, Thor was the one that was considered the role model, Loki always tried to be like him. 

He recognized from an early age that his methods and thinking were too different from his brother's, it upset him, even his sense of humor contained more wit and tricks, his tricks would always bring the fun to the scenes most of the time.

It was somewhat devilish from the Asgardians perspective, the tricks, Loki wasn't naturally aware of how socially devious his pranks were.

Thor was always the one being praised, the more he tried to copy that, the lonelier he felt when he didn't receive the same treatment. 

The tricks felt like an escape, something that's his, his magic did that too. The mischief suddenly didn't come only for battle tactics or parties, or to call for the attention of his parents.

It became part of him, it grew within him, he couldn't get it away. To a point, he became known to it. Everybody knew of his tricks and lies, they grew popular and infamous. 

There were a lot of problems that came with being popularly known as a trickster, obviously. But altogether, it felt quite lonely. 

Something he thought to be inherently linked with being a trickster, and the God of Lies: you get no one's trust, no one sticks with you, he should grow used to loneliness.

His mother was the only one who's always seen him in a different light, even if it's difficult for Loki to admit— and he isn't going to say this outloud; but he knows she loves him. She loves him, she motivated him to learn more magic, she's one of the only people who could find the fun in some of his harmless tricks. She often says she's proud of his intellect, respecting him for all his individuality. 

She's the only person he resented not seeing from this deal of having to stick to Midgard. She's the only one he truly misses when he thinks of home.

His mind often convinces him most of the time that all she did was out of guilt, for lying to him for his entire life. 

He doesn't know why he feels so sour, that's why he's refusing to think too much about home lately.

But you?

Your bright eyes locking with his, he could only hope you don't hear the quick pounding in his chest. 

You came into his life with all he's been criticized for in his life, sharing it with him and not feeling ashamed of it for even a second. And for the first time, he's found someone who truly seems to admire all the powers he has, who shares the same mischief as him. A demon.

He never knows what to do with this information, he doesn't know what to think, it's like a huge barrier prevents him from trusting you. 

Whenever he thinks too much about your trustworthiness, the reminders of his time under Thanos' grip hit him like the blade of a sharp knife. He could still feel the phantom pains from the bubbling heat burning his skin, from the chains holding him as he tries to remember how it feels like to be safe.

And he'd often try to forget how painful the lies they told hurt him, he tried to think of home, searching for a feeling of safety, but it'd only bring him further down his pain, it would stick inside and mix with something traumatic, and bitter.

It's difficult, he still doesn't feel free. The nightmares make that, you make him doubt your loyalty, what if he wakes up one day and he's still there? 

Out there, dehydrating and begging for peace in his mind, feeling his bones weaken under his usually so tough skin. It still gives him goosebumps, he swallows in anxiety.

His hand is still on your back, you're curiously looking up at him. 

“Too deep into his own thoughts for me to see it,” you think, you're not so sure you, actually, wish to read his mind.

“Earth to Loki?” You ask. He brings his gaze to you again.

“Unfortunately, I'm still on this godforsaken planet,” you laugh.

“I'm going to make sure we can go out.”

“As in, like, from the Tower? Forever?”

“I was thinking just for like, a park or something,” you pretend to think. “But yeah, we can discuss escaping later. I have my ways.”

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