#followed by sweet fluff

[mistresslrigtar]

Chapter Twenty-Six: Dancing? Here? (written for @zelinktines24 day 26 prompt)

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On their third day of traveling to Hateno, they stop at Dueling Peaks for the night. It’s Zelda’s least favorite stable, but it’s getting late, and Celeste’s plaintive meows have gradually increased to ear-splitting howls at being cooped up in her traveling basket.

While Link haggles with the owner, Tasseren, convincing him to allow Link to exchange his unused pony points for two Malanya horse hair beds, Zelda unlatches the lid. Celeste springs out, landing on all fours and hissing her displeasure before leaping onto a nearby haybale.

“Don’t go far!” Zelda calls after her, removing an overnight bag from Star’s saddle bag. 

Thanking the stablehand, Rensa, when he takes the horses’ reins and leads them to the barn, Zelda wanders to the edge of the stable perimeter. Beneath the canopy of a nearby stage, a musical troupe is setting up. A short roly-poly of a man directs them from his spot by an easel emblazoned with the name, Stable Trotters. Traveling musicians. That’s something new, Zelda doesn’t recall from before. She marvels that despite everything she and Link have been forced to endure, everyday life goes on. She supposes it’s a blessing that the common Hylian has no idea the cost of such freedom, to travel the roads of Hyrule unmolested by Guardians, monsters, or otherwise.

She moves as if in a trance further out onto the plain, following the deepening shadows of the night that encroach to cover Blatchery Plain and Ash Swamp. Zelda despises this place with every fiber of her being, but try as she might, she can’t seem to stop the tread of her feet. She leaves faint silvery footprints in the flattened, dew-drenched grass as she approaches an overgrown hill of crumbling rubble standing in the center of the swamp. When the squishing sound of her boots in the damp mud seeps through the sudden roaring in Zelda’s ears, she stops.

It was here, on a rainy night, one hundred plus years ago that Link was felled by a Guardian’s laser because she’d unlocked her power too late to save him and the other Champions. But the sword he’ll wield for just a short while longer had instructed her on how to save him. If Link’s correct, and Zelda dares to hope, it seems they’ve come full circle.

The swamp and surrounding area have long been cleared of the hulking remains of the Guardians that littered the area. They’ve been stripped of any valuable machinery and the strong, durable metal melted down to be repurposed into all manner of weapons–swords, lances, bows, and shields. 

She looks to the walls of Fort Hateno that have been repaired, and are now patrolled by several of the new guard that Link trained. Beyond is one of many army camps set up through all the regions of Hyrule, to protect and uphold the peace.

Zelda startles when arms wrap around her waist, until Link whispers in her ear. “What are you doing out here?”

Turning in his arms, her gaze locks onto his bright blue eyes. Otherwise, he’s silhouetted by the flickering flames from the stable beyond, and a soft breeze blows his hair to obscure his face. If not for his warm hands on her hips, Zelda would think he’s a ghost. To be sure, she catches the stray locks of hair with her fingers, tucks them securely behind his ears and presses her lips to his. They’re soft, pliable, and real, and return her kiss without hesitation. 

The faint strains of a waltz drift over the deserted plain, and when they break apart, Link takes her hands, placing one on his shoulder while keeping the other firmly in his grasp.

“Dance with me.”

“Dancing? Here?” Zelda shakes her head, taken aback. He can’t be serious, dancing upon the site where he’d died in her arms. Even after all the years, she can still feel the cold dampness of the swamp counterpointed by his warm blood seeping through her gown.

“It’s time to let it go, Zelda. All of our past failings and regrets.” Link presses his hand lightly against the small of her back, and begins guiding her in a languid circle there on that soggy, muddy plain.

Despite her misgivings, with each step, she feels a little more of her fear and remorse flutter away on the wings of a silent prayer.

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Hope you liked this installment. Thank you to everyone who has liked, commented and reblogged! I love hearing what you think.

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[soleilnomoon]

Hi Kaia could i order white chocolate,fruit tart,glazed Donut,nougat,Donut hole,with caramel and whipped cream for one piece men: (Luffy ,Rayliegh ,Ace, Zoro, Sanji ,Shanks,and Law) plz and thank you

hihi ty for being patient angel 🥰️ i def took some liberty w. this one, but i think i like how all of them turned out; you gave me a tall order but *clenches fist* i survived 💛💛💛 anyway, ty for requesting hope you like it :)

3.2k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; smut, some angst, fluff (wow i know), hurt/comfort; feat. luffy being a total menace, rayleigh being the dilf we all want, ace being mischievous as ever, zoro being a dumbass, sanji being overwhelmed, shanks being the absolute worst, and law trying to teach reader a lesson. also feat. cute stuff like: ass grabbing, rough (consensual sex), exhibitionism & public sex, lil bondage, jealousy, orgasm denial, some sof smut™ (who am i), oral (f receiving), fingering, oral (m receiving), idk other stuff probably. y/n has no self preservation ofc, these men are ridiculous (i love them). (if u see grammar/spelling mistakes no u didn't <3)

it isn’t your intention, but somehow you and your captain get separated from the group one afternoon while canvasing a new island. you normally don’t get lost, but luffy was teasing you all morning — pulling you aside for impromptu kisses, grabbing onto your hips from behind, his lips curled into a devilish smile against your neck with each kiss he left behind. luck was usually on your side during those instances, except it seems it’s suddenly run out.

“don’t give me that look,” you say as sternly as you can, eyes glancing around to see if any of your crew mates doubled back to look for you. luffy’s really to blame for you both getting lost, but he doesn’t want to admit that just yet; it’s more entertaining to tease you, because you’re cute when you’re annoyed. luffy wraps a hand around your wrist and pulls you further away from the path you came from.

in between kisses, you remind him that you’re both pressed for time.

“don’t worry,” he says in a low voice, “it’ll be fine, probably.” you’d slap him if he wasn’t already kissing you again, tongue licking inside your mouth hotly; you arch against him, face flushed from the heat. his kisses remind you of summers and warm breezes; your mouth still tastes like the mangos you consumed with him earlier — sticky and sweet, a taste he’ll always covet.

you squeeze your thighs together when his hand roams lower and take a shuddering breath once he backs you against a thick tree. you hike a leg around his hip, holding him close to you, humming pleasantly when you feel the growing bulge in his shorts. being this close to him makes you impulsive and you know that all you have to do is rub against him once and he’ll fuck you against that tree. but your conscience wins out and you pull away, ducking out of his hold quickly, panting lightly as you touch your lips with the tips of your fingers.

“we need to get back to the others,” your voice is a bit too high when you say that. luffy laughs at your act and plants a wet kiss on your cheek; you bicker with him playfully on the walk back while holding his hand and lacing your fingers together with his.

“i don’t normally do this. i have to go.”

that’s what you said twenty minutes ago, after you’d gotten tipsy enough to have the courage to flirt with the older man sitting next to you. the pub was crowded and you only ever came by if you didn’t want to be recognized. rayleigh had a dangerously devilish charm, one that extracted information out of you with ease.

his voice is thick and rich, his words a pretty distraction — hypnotizing you as you find yourself nodding along to his impetuous plans. he hadn’t intended on sleeping with anyone tonight, but he couldn’t resist himself once he saw you sitting there by yourself, swaying on the bar stool while humming a nameless tune.

you seemed so content to be alone, it was admirable.

he had a bright smile and a laugh that came deep from the soul; you felt your body flush at the thought of kissing him suddenly. you blamed the alcohol for making you foolish, but you knew that wasn’t exactly true.

now you’re seated atop a sink in the upstairs bathroom, whimpering softly as you keep your legs spread for him. your skirt is hiked up, panties discarded somewhere — they were ruined once rayleigh whispered in your ear and suggested you carry on the conversation elsewhere; his hands were skilled, his mouth even more so.

he liked how pliable and supple your body was, how plush and soft your thighs were under his calloused hands. you shivered as he ran a finger along your slit, making you tremble as you keep as still as possible. rayleigh, you come to find, is experienced and passionate; you grow impossibly drunk from all his teasing — to the point that you’re panting and begging him to fuck you.

“all in good time.” his voice is gravelly when he nips at your exposed clavicle, cock hard and heavy; he knows he should hurry up, but something about you makes him want to take his time — so he can see all the frustrated expressions on your face. you pull him close and wrap your hand around his cock, stroking his length, rattling his nerves until he finally gives in.

he buries his cock to the hilt, hips pulling back and snapping forward roughly against you. letting out a breathy moan, you can feel just how slick your pussy is from your arousal. legs wrapped around him, you lean up to kiss along his jaw; he chuckles and indulges you, hands gripping your thighs, fingers likely to leave bruising marks behind from how tight he’s holding you. rayleigh fucks with you with fervor and selfishness that serves as a daunting reminder — that you’ll never find someone else like him after this.

“ace,” you pant as quietly as you can, but you’re struggling badly. the 2nd division commander has you in a back hallway on the ship early in the morning. he’s grinning like a fool, clearly entertained by your insistence on keeping quiet. he kisses you as he knocks his hips against yours, his cock sliding deeper inside your pussy; he holds you up against the wall as your legs stay wrapped around him.

you buck your hips against his, doing your best to match his thrusts, but his strokes are deadly and frenzied.

“wait, wait, ace slow down,” you whisper, sighing pleasantly when his cock reaches a sweet spot that has you clenching around him tightly.

“can’t,” he says in response, breath warm against your jaw, “stay. unless you want to get caught.” he gives you a meaningful look that’s accompanied with a smirk. you purse your lips but shake your head. it would be easier if you could stay mad at him, but he’s too cute and funny and attractive — plus, you like that he’s bold enough to fuck you in public without a care in the world. you hear voices off in the distance and panic, eyes widening as you look back at him.

but ace only winks and tells you to hold on tight.

as you bite down on the fleshy part of your palm to keep yourself from screaming, ace pummels his thick cock into your cunt mercilessly, balls slapping against you loudly. the sound is lewd and tantalizing; you find that you can barely keep up with his thrusts, but you do your best anyway.

apparently, he’s determined to make you cum before your crew mates catch you. and as much as he jokes that he wouldn’t care if someone saw you, a small wave of jealousy passes through him at the thought of anyone seeing you like this. he wants to finish up quickly so he can take you somewhere more private. it’s when he bites your neck roughly and pants against your skin that you cum unexpectedly, a blinding, white hot flash filling your vision as you forget yourself and scream his name.

the rain has yet to let up, not that it matters to you since you’re trapped in yet another argument with your thick-skulled boyfriend. you can’t even remember what triggered the argument in the first place, and because stuff like this makes you extra sensitive, you end up crying.

he sighs at the sight of your face flushing and eyes closing as you try to wipe away the tears, as if they were bothersome and unnecessary. guilt eats away at his chest, making it hard to swallow or breathe; he knows he should apologize, but he’s just so terrible at it. so, he does the one thing he knows how to do — apologize with his hands and mouth.

the mattress is soft beneath him as you straddle his hips and slowing sink onto his cock; you both shed your clothes some time ago, lips swollen from kissing him hungrily, an insatiable need seeping into your pores and making you greedy. you place kisses along the base of his throat, hips rocking forward as he thrusts into your cunt slowly. and while he’d love to just fuck you senseless — something quick and dirty — he knows that you’d appreciate his apology more if he took his time.

so, he does.

you sigh against his lips, fingers threading through his hair, tugging on the short strands. his chest is broad and firm, your nipples harden each time they rub against his light brown skin. slipping your tongue into his mouth, you cradle his face in your hands as he continues to give you broad, sensual strokes that have you whimpering in the most pathetic way against him. he likes you like this, though, and tells you as much when he presses a kiss along your jaw.

he finds forgiveness when you bounce on his cock a little harder, his hands rough against your skin as he grabs onto your ass to thrust into your pussy at a devastating pace. tears coat your eyelashes, but they primarily because zoro’s fucking you like he loves you. and maybe he does; you don’t want to think about that too much, because the intimacy behind it scares you.

jealousy, you think, looks good on him.

sanji rarely likes to show his true jealous side to you, it’s less playful and much more charged, possessive but you don’t mind that at all. earlier, zoro had offered to help train you and before you could turn him down — you’d seen firsthand just how brutal he is with his workouts — sanji was already up in arms over it. they argued for the entire afternoon, but by then you were already annoyed over the situation and dragged sanji off to calm him down.

his face is flushed when you kiss him suddenly and pull him into a broom closet without thinking too much about it. you can’t remember if you locked the door, but it doesn’t really matter. all you care about is wanting to give your silly boyfriend a little bit of attention.

your idea of giving attention is rubbing his half-hard cock through his pants, smiling slyly against his lips when you feel him shiver. in one fluid motion, you sink to your knees, fingers quickly unzipping his pants and tugging it lower. you pull his cock out and admire the shape of it, the slight curve always made your mouth water; before he can say anything, your tongue darts out and swipes at his slit, the pre-cum slightly salty in your mouth.

you make a big show of licking your lips, which only causes another flush to stain his cheeks. whenever you get like this, he has no choice but to follow your whims; he likes that about you, a lot. that you take charge and keep him grounded whenever his feelings get to be a bit too much for him to handle.

he opens his mouth to apologize, but you kiss his tip and he forgets all about it, mind short-circuiting momentarily, which gives you the opportunity to take him by surprise again.

“i don’t care that you’re jealous,” your voice is honeyed and sweet, wrapping itself around him comfortably, a lust-filled haze taking over his mind when you wrap your lips around him and suck. you run your tongue flat along his length, taking your time to lick all over before you take his cock into your mouth completely.

sanji’s breath slows and he does his best to not fuck your face, but then you’re massaging his balls and bobbing your head faster — so he does the most impractical thing and bucks his hips forward and thrusts his cock further down your throat. you gag around him, the pressure intense but welcomed; if he didn’t already know that you like it rough, he’d feel bad — and he still does, but he hasn’t voiced that out loud just yet. you don’t care though; truly, you don’t. you just want him to feel as relaxed as possible, but how can he relax when your mouth is warm and wet, when you’re looking at him tenderly, like you’d be on your knees for him every day if he asked you?

you let him have his way, and he doesn’t last very long, but you keep still, hold onto his thighs, nails sinking into his skin when his cock goes a little too deep. when he sees the tears roll down your cheeks, it ignites something in him and he cums in your mouth, your name a soft chant that tumbles out of his parted lips. he feels feverish and dizzy, but very much alive. you rub your thighs together as you swallow the thick load, smiling prettily at him, head tilted slightly while you boldly ask, “do you feel better now?”

he knows better than to piss you off, but he does it intentionally anyway. the captain of the red hair pirates loves pushing your buttons; he likes when you roll your eyes at him, when you pout cutely and demand he take you seriously; he likes when you don’t stop him when he kisses you openly, mouth possessively staking its claim against yours.

if you weren’t so used to his whims, you’d have the decency to act bashful.

you have a short temper that he’s been warned about time and time again; except, shanks doesn’t fucking listen — nor does he care.

so when he has you bent over one of the tables in the kitchen late one night after you both argued and drank and argued again, you have no choice but to forgive him. especially when he his thick cock is buried deep inside your pussy, his large hand pressing down on your lower back as you grip the sides of the table. your legs shake, but you know better than to complain right now. shanks fucks you hard, the wooden table scraping against the floor every time his hips knock roughly against yours.

“shanks, fuck,” you cry out, chest heaving as you try to keep your sanity intact. his chuckles annoy you, but he knows that you only pretend to act annoyed with him because you like the way he makes up with you. your ass bounces back against him, jiggling from the ferocity behind his thrusts.

“careful, doll,” he grabs your hip to power into you — his strokes turning you into a mumbling, delirious mess, “thought you didn’t want us to get caught.” he sounds so fucking pleased with himself, and you hate that your pussy is wet enough that you can take him without much prep. you blush at the thought of being caught and remind yourself to keep quiet.

“oh, don’t stop now on my account,” his voice lowers substantially, you crane your neck to hear him better, and you just know without having to look at him that he’s got a pleased smile on his face. that man works every nerve in your body, but you like him too much to leave him properly.

you press your lips together to stifle another moan, but then shanks keeps his hips close to yours and gives you short, rough thrusts that you struggle to keep up with. with your back arched, you make for a pretty sight; he knows he should finish quickly, but he likes watching you hold onto the edge of the table like it’s your only lifeline. you don’t even have time to process the orgasm that passes through you because it happens so suddenly.

he teases you mercilessly and without remorse, but you take it; you take the rest of his frenetic thrusts, take the way he slides his hand underneath you to rub your clit. your body is much too sensitive, and when you moan his name like that, it flips a switch in him. you doubt you’ll be able to walk properly after this, but you’re not too worried about that; shanks bullies his cock in and out of your needy hole until he’s satisfied, successfully wrenching another orgasm out of you that makes you slump over the table weakly.

“don’t tell me you’re all done,” he presses a kiss on the side of your neck, lazily grinding against you, every bit as greedy as he always is. you can barely stand, but you feel alive in the best sort of way, already forgetting that you were mad at him in the first place.

you knew better and you still didn’t listen.

the restraints around your wrists dig into your skin a bit, but they don’t hurt that much; you squirm around on the bed, not liking that you can’t touch yourself or him. but he told you earlier to behave and you still chose to ignore his warning.

now you’re paying for it.

although, you wouldn’t exactly call this sort of thing a punishment.

law’s mouth latches onto a patch of skin on your inner thigh, teeth and mouth leaving behind marks that serve as little reminders for later. you whimper softly, but he pays you no mind, instead moving to the other thigh, tongue running along your skin. you buck your hips forward to get him to touch you properly, but all he does is click his tongue at you in faux-disappointment.

“seems like you still need to learn,” he says sharply, his eyes a dark amber, the look he gives you is equal parts fierce and mesmerizing. you want to kiss him, to run your hands down his chest, but he won’t let you and you’re upset about it.

when it looks like you’re about to say something that’ll piss him off, he stuffs your panties inside of your mouth to keep you quiet. your pleas are muffled but he pulls your hips close, mouth brushing along your slit, making you tremble with need.

he knows he should probably ease up, but if he doesn’t teach you now, then you’ll keep the same bad habits and he can’t have that, now, can he? you’re nearly in tears when he finally flicks his tongue against your throbbing clit, hips jerking forward when he swirls his tongue around. you can feel your saliva dampen your panties. you close your eyes briefly, ecstasy filling every part of your body when he stops and says, “keep your eyes on me.”

you want to tell him that it’s damn near impossible, but you try to follow his instruction anyway.

law eats you out with purpose and vigor, his mouth a sinful delight as he french-kisses your pussy without restraint. he teased you for so long that your nipples ache from being hard and untouched. you could kill him for that. and law is smug in his own way, enjoying you at his leisure, slurping and licking your pussy with fervor.

you thrash against him and he holds you steady; you can barely keep your eyes open and you feel like you’re having an out of body experience when he glides his lithe fingers inside your cunt. law fingerfucks you lazily, sucking on your clit like it’s his favorite piece of candy. when you cum, your moans are strangled and garbled, vision blurring as you ride his mouth shamelessly, a sharp pain on your wrists from the way you keep tugging fruitlessly.

he could let up but won’t, taking pleasure in watching you fall apart for him; you tell yourself that once you’ve calmed down, you’ll just have to pay him back in kind later when he least expects it.

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[lilac-hecox]

Hi! If you're still taking prompts, maybe something short and sweet with Ian and Anthony accidentally napping on one another? (Like on a car ride or while watching a movie or something)

Ian & Anthony - Pre-ianthony / platonic ianthony - Nap

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They have a routine. Anthony will come over to Ian’s place on Sundays to watch the newest episode of whatever trash reality show Ian’s gotten Anthony hooked on. They sit together on Ian’s couch, bowls of vegan and gluten-free snacks on the coffee table in front of them.

It reminds Ian of when they were teenagers and used to eat pizza and drink soda while watching the newest episode of Lost. It’s comfortable and safe, the way that Anthony always makes Ian feel. So, they follow their routine, and they eat together and laugh at people whose lives are way more dramatic than their own and at some point, Ian feels his body sort of slide sideways, feels himself start to lean against Anthony, their shoulders touching.

Anthony says nothing about the lack of space and likely doesn’t even think about it. The length of Anthony’s body along Ian’s is a map of pinpoints of warmth where they touch from shoulder to hip, to thighs, and ankles. There’s a comfort that feels like Sacramento and a soft quiet that makes it feel okay for Ian to let his eyes feel heavy and droop closed. He can hear the sound of the ‘It’ couple on the show bickering about how one of them betrayed the other and Ian can hear the sound of Anthony’s steady breathing.

Before Ian knows it, he feels himself nod off.

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Anthony feels Ian fall asleep. He hears the soft quiet sound of the other man breathing and the rise and fall of his chest as slips into sleep. What he’s not expecting is Ian to tip further sideways and rest his head against Anthony’s shoulder, warm and comfortable as he leans against Anthony, as if Anthony’s frame is the only thing supporting him.

Anthony glances over at his best friend, the way his hair tickles the skin on Anthony’s neck, the way his glasses are skewed just a bit on his face. Anthony resists every urge to pluck the glasses off of Ian’s face, not wanting to wake the other man. They work so hard, the both of them do, and any time to rest and recharge is valuable, the same for the time they spend together. Anthony feels blessed and grateful that Ian trusts him enough to let himself be this vulnerable and fall asleep beside him. It’s not something that could happen to just anyone and Anthony recognizes that.

In the quiet space, Anthony sets his hand on Ian’s knee, he lets his own head rest next to Ian’s as he listens to the breathing of his best friend, the soft downy of Ian’s hair on his cheek, the warmth exchange between the two of them.

Not for the first time Anthony feels that fondness exploding inside of him like a firework. He loves Ian so much. Maybe more than the other man will even know, but he does, and right now he loves Ian so much, loves this quiet space they both exist in, loves this peace they can have with one another.

Anthony wants to see the two of them from the outside, from someone else’s eyes. He wants to see how it looks for Ian to be sleeping against him, Anthony’s head resting atop Ian’s. Anthony feels a smile slide across his face as he lets his own eyes fall closed, the two of them resting against one another, like children, like they did so many years ago, but more and different, and Anthony feels he will never, ever take this feeling for granted ever again.

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[jaehunnyy]

I know I love you

Genre: friends-to-lovers!au, fake-dating!au, angsty but with a happy ending, fluff (in the end)

Word count: 1k

Pairing: fake-boyfriend!Beomgyu x fem!reader

Requested by: anon (song: 0X1=LOVESONG - TXT)

Warnings: one kiss, usage of pet names (angel), a bit of a messed up situation, mentions of clubbing, mentions of Beomgyu being drunk (though he is sober enough), possible grammar mistakes

A/N: nonnie, im sorry it took so long to write this, but i am happy i got to finish it now. i changed the meaning of the lyrics a bit and i used them in different situations, so I hope you don't mind that too much. thank you! ✨️

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The flashing lights and the loud music defining the club Beomgyu was in were nothing new for the boy. The reason why he kept ending there? Very familiar as well. He often wondered what made him accept fake dating you, because instead of becoming closer, he felt like you were distancing more with every passing day. And still, it was his mistake, because he accepted the deal when you offered to help him with making the girl he loved jealous—not realising that you were supposed to make yourself jealous in this case. And once again, the memories have started to kick in.

"Hey, Gyu!" you shouted, gently nudging his shoulder: "I heard you're in love, hmmm?"

His eyes widened at your question, and the panic made his vision blurry. There was no way you found out, was it?

"Uhm, well, you see—"

"I can help you with that, Gyu! I know you are way too shy to confess, so I have a plan for that. Let's fake date!"

"I don't want to use you for that… you are much more than a rebound for me, Y/N…"

“I offered to do that, and I will be here for you, always. Let's do that, Gyu. Please, use me like a drug."

Let's fake date. Please, use me like a drug. He would have never imagined that he would be in such a situation, but if he said no, you would keep on asking questions, and he would expose himself; so he chose to say yes.

Already tired of the place he spent his last hour in and the aching memory of his mistake, he took his leather jacket and started walking slowly to your house, because even with his foggy mind, he knew you'd always let him in. You were his fake girlfriend, after all. He also took advantage of the silence on the street, engulfed by the pressure of his thoughts, until he reached your welcoming house. One knock, and you were already in front of him, the same, worried look plastered on your face.

"Did you get drunk again…?" you sighed, before letting him come inside.

"No, 'm not drunk," he said, an innocent smile stretching his lips softly: "just missed you."

You gave him a bitter smile, because in the end, you were not the girl he loved, (or so you thought).

"Is this part of our deal?"

"Missing you? No, Y/N, 'm honest with youuuu!" he laughed, clinging into you like a little kid.

You had enough of this painful pretending.

"Gyu… let's end this."

Was he not sober enough, so that he started to hear things? There's no way you would end things like this, right? Did he do something wrong?

"What? What about the girl I like?"

"You don't need me to pull her, Beomgyu. Once you do, you will be happy, and I will keep on hurting myself. It's over."

He felt the need to laugh, you couldn't be serious. It was toxic, but he was addicted.

"Are you saying that I'm the one hurting you, when you did that to yourself?" he asked, hands shaking in anger. Why did you blame him?

"Yes." you simply stated, arms crossed in front of your chest.

"Then why the fuck did you offer to help me one month ago?"

"Because I love you, Gyu. And I would rather have you as my fake boyfriend than not having you at all, but it has become an all or nothing situation, and I want all of you."

You did all of this—because you loved him too? All this messed up situation, for him to find out that you were crushing on each other?

"Y/N… you were the girl I liked. When you found out that I have a crush, I panicked and… I didn't want to give myself away, so I chose to say yes to your plan, even though it made no sense."

You looked at him with glossy eyes, giving up and squishing him into a big hug. There was no point in fighting more, the situation was already messed up. You were convinced he wouldn't remember any of this in the morning, but you wanted to use this opportunity, just this time.

"Gyu, look at me. If you remember this in the morning, kiss me. If not, let's both forget about this."

Even though he was sober enough to think rationally, he played your game once again.

"Deal."

The next morning came with such small steps, that you felt trapped in a never ending loop. Since you didn't have a lot of space in your one-person apartment, you had no choice but to let Beomgyu sleep next to you, his hands holding you close to him all night. You opened your eyes and saw him already looking at you, lips curling in happiness at the sight of you.

"Morning, Y/N!" he cheerfully said, stroking your back softly.

"Morning, Gyu. How do you feel?"

"Amazing, actually. What about you?"

"I'm… alright…" you whispered, trying to understand why he didn't act sick after his drunk state the other day; though, the boy had something else in mind.

He gently cupped your cheek with his hands, pressing his soft lips on yours. The kiss took you off guard, but you didn't lose any more time and kissed him back, full of feelings and love. You felt him smile, pressing his forehead on yours and looking at you softly.

"Say you love me, Y/N. That's all I want to hear right now. Say you love me till the end of the world."

"I love you, Gyu. I love you, and I'm so happy you remembered."

"I love you too, angel, I always did." he said, then pressed a sweet kiss on your cheek.

In the end, everything turned out to be worth it, as you ended up having your own happy ending story, next to the boy you've adored more than anything.

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[yunhohours]

thinking of mark holding you in bed. you’ve just exposed yourselves to each other for the first time..

“am i the first one to see you like this?” he asks in a low voice, probably the softest you’ve ever heard him. you huh, “do you want me to be honest?” he lays a kiss on your neck, “of course.. i always want you to be honest with me.” he lays another kiss on your neck. “my last boyfriend.. but we didn’t go past that obviously.”

he lays more kisses, this time on your face, finally landing on your lips before moving his head to the crook of your neck again. he mentions something about your ex and you not going further. “i think we were all nerves,” you say, trying not to think back on that too much. mark hums again, a silence following, finally broken by a question. “was he your first love?” his heart is pacing and he’s not sure why he’s so affected by that question. “no.. he was my second love.” silence.

“am i your third love?”

you think back to your last relationship. how it started, how it ended, you burned too bright and the fire died out just as fast as it started. you don’t want to fall too fast, especially when everything’s going so perfectly right now.

“i don’t want to talk about that right now,”

“well,” he pulls away, maintaining eye contact with you which is harder than it seems considering his heart is about to burst, “i hope i am. they say your third love is your forever love.. i want to be your forever love”

#posting this for any mark loving followers bc how sweet is this :( #y/n would almost certainly tear up a little to that like #how loved are they <3 #mark lee #mark fluff

[llitchilitchi]

i saw your vampire menace au update but it was also at the same time as i was watching the asylum season of american horror story and it got my brain flowing

obviously nothing as sinister but you also just mentioned regulation and consequences to attacking a human, whether on purpose or not. and then i was thinking about a kind of facility or ward where you’d be sent for a few weeks, mostly just to monitor your blood intake and recondition you into consuming the right and healthiest amount, if you typically feed on human blood they would probably chart it and switch you to a “vegetarian” option for a short while to fend off the craving for human blood until they can go back and restart a feeding process and working up a routine so that it doesn’t happen again

this is nonsense and likely not at all what you wanted to get at but i was watching it and thought damn that sounds like something that could exist but also im stewing in the drama so sapnap would HATE it there and george visiting him would be tense because they’re so hurt,, and consider dream not being allowed to visit for the first few weeks because he’s first of all human, and second, the human that sapnap “attacked”

anyways ignore my brainrot if you want, im loving the au <33

oooh anonnie this sounds like such a deliciously angsty take on the au

I plan on going a lot softer but this would go so hard

#asks #vampire menace au #I have a semblance of a plan as to what should happen next and its gonna be more along the hurt/comfort side #with some fluff and possibly introduction of new chcaracters its about damn time #honestly if I had the mental energy and attention span I would probably try and pursue something more akin to your idea #but I also wanna focus on the tension among dteam following the bloodlust attack #and a scolding from a vampire elder cause thatd be both sweet and funny

[olliethescribe]

Warren's emo phase is coming soon, I just needed to write something domestic or I'd die /hj. This one is dedicated to @shslbs . Your most recent hippoworm post inspired the hell out of this and I can't be more grateful that you created such delightful art. Thank you for sharing your gifts not only with the community but with the world at large. We're lucky to have you.

Not exactly a song that pairs with this chapter - but one that just fits them - as an added bonus:

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

oughhhh i’m thinking abt no place in nature!reader again……………

#i still love that fic soso much :’3 #i have a sequel and prequel planned n everything but. im thinking maybe i should save the enthusiam for curse user!reader & teacher!sugu.. #bc those fics overlap a bit #IT’S JUST. i’m just!! :((( i rlly love their dynamic #reader being sooo tired of being haunted/loved by geto…. lashing out and being snarky…… #they’re still one of my fav readers i think. drinking their cup ramen and sulking…… calling his robes ugly <33 #i wanna go back to that fic n add some stuff bc!!!! #i like the idea of reader leaving the jujutsu society w a bit of a bang… maybe injuring an elder or smth similar #before becoming a civilian #and geto would obv catch wind of it #and i think . he’d be . not Proud but very amused. and maybe worried bc it’s so unlike them . his defection made them soo cynical #as for the prequel i just . have Thoughts abt the two of them…. #reader being a bit like a meek kitten who follows after sugu LMAO… but they’re soso sweet and he loves them :((((( #AND THEN. the sequel would be the ending where reader chooses to join him after all!!! and gets to know him all over again :3 #equal parts angst and fluff …. mostly reader being pissed and sad and him being absolutely whipped for them #sniffleeeee i love them so dearly </3 #ari noises ✩

[leefallengay]

oh how rude of me, to bring my thoughts in your bedrooms

TW: depictions of an autistic meltdown

TLDR: Karl has a meltdown, and his boyfriends are there to comfort him through it :)

(title from "song for a guilty sadist" by crywank)

Karl walked through the doorway to the homey apartment, heart pulsing in his chest, sight blurry, and hands shaking. He could hear the electricity, the tapping of keys, the hum of the aircon, the faint music from down the hall, and the quiet chatter from the TV. He felt like he could hear everything. It all felt like too much, but he needed to keep himself together, as having another meltdown would be embarrassing. He was supposed to be normal, or rather he needed to be. How else could he be there for his boyfriends? For Sapnap and Quackity who gave everything they could for him? Letting himself go would be selfish, and another burden on their shoulders. So he squared himself up, tossed his bag and shoes next to the doorway, and darted for the bathroom.

He kept the lights off, and took deep, long breaths to try and keep himself at bay. All he has to do is say hello to his husbands, and then lock himself back into the bathroom, he’ll be fine. He reached into the sink, turning on the faucet and splashing the cold water onto his face, hoping it would help. But unfortunately for him, it did the exact opposite. He felt the wetness seep into his pores, and it made his face feel heavy and soggy. 

Tears brimmed his eyes as his fists clenched and unclenched. It took everything in him to not scratch his skin off to get rid of the awful feeling. Instead, he grabbed a nearby towel, rubbing his face into the fabric. But even that felt offensive against his skin, and he let out a shallow sob.

He frantically wiped his eyes, breathing deeply, before darting out of the bathroom. I need to get this over with, he thought, sauntering over to one of the rooms down the hall from the restroom, quietly knocking on the door. 

“Come in!” one of the two replied.

Karl cracked the door open, peeking inside, before being bombarded by the sound of the music, loud and heavy in the air. He had to resist the urge to cover his ears and scream for it to stop. It all felt like too much, his ears were starting to hurt from the stimulation. He felt the tears well up again, the frog in his throat clawing at him to be released.

Karl opened his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. His throat felt clenched, and he reached a hand up to scratch at it.

At that motion, Quackity raised his eyebrows, sitting up, “Karl? Babe, what's wrong?”

Upon not receiving much response other than Karl’s piercing stare, he shoved Sapnap for help, not really understanding what was wrong with the brunette.

Sapnap gave him a what the fuck? Look, before Quackity pointed at Karl.

“Oh, oh, oh.” It didn’t even take him another second before he got up, slinking over to Karl with as much gentleness as he could muster. 

He reached out to grab him, but as soon as he made contact, Karl let out a loud sob, recoiling in onto himself. He grumbled under his shallow breaths, and his whole body was shaking.

Sapnap looked to Quackity, his eyes wide and fearful. They didn’t fully understand what was happening, and were unsure of what to do. 

“Karl, what can we do for you right now, hun? We can’t help if you don’t tell us.” Quackity whispered to him, laying a hand on his quivering shoulder.

Karl’s eyes were looking at the floor, and his hands were clenched so tight his knuckles had turned white. He reached them up, and made a grabbing motion. When the two didn’t respond, he took his hands, and squished them together. They looked at each other, then back at karl. “You want to be held?” Sapnap cautiously asked. Karl shook his head slightly, repeating the same motions. “So you don’t want to be held?” Karl shook his head harder, pointing at them, then at himself, and then doing repeating the movements again.

“Do you want to be squished?” Quackity asked. He had remembered Karl mentioning something about enjoying the feeling of someone putting immense amounts of pressure on him (or being squashed like a bug as he described it), and was hoping maybe that was the answer to this game of charades.

Karl shook his head up and down, tears finally spilling out of his tired eyes.

“Oh, baby, come here.” Q gently led them over to the bed, before positioning Karl into his arms, and signaling Sap to do the same.

After Karl had been safely sandwiched between them, he had reached his hands up to cover his ears.

Sapnap took the hint and shut off the blaring music, opting for the humming silence of the room.

Karl sobbed loudly, curling more in on himself. Q tightened his arms around him, squeezing him gently. At that action, Karl almost immediately calmed down, his body loosening and his cries quieting themselves (Q compared it to when you give a baby a pacifier, it was that instantaneous). 

Sap and Q looked at each other incredulously, before deciding to close in on Karl again.

His breathing evened out, and the boys took their opportunity to investigate.

“Karl, babe? Are you alright?” Q asked carefully, brushing a hand over his face.

Karl gently shook his head no, squeezing his eyes closed. Looking at everything was too much, the colors felt like lasers burning into him. 

“Can you talk, baby boy?” He shook his head lightly, he felt like if he had to hear his own voice, he would explode.

“Can you try?” Sap piped up, only to receive a smack from Quackity and a glare.

“I… I… loud, hurt.” Karl whimpered, his hands coming up to cover his ears once again.

Quackity gently removed one, and whispered “Hey, it’s alright. Are you overwhelmed right now? Is this a meltdown like the ones you were telling us about?” Karl frantically shook his head up and down at that, tears dripping out again. Sap made a small o-shape with his mouth, locking eyes with Quackity in mutual surprise. 

“That’s okay, sweetheart. We can stay like this as long as you need, okay?” Sapnap mumbled affectionately, curling around the whimpering brunette once again.

Quackity leaned down and gave Karl small kisses on his face, brushing his fingers through his hair gently.

After just a few minutes of this, the tall boy’s breathing had evened out, and his body was relaxed and still. No more fidgeting or scratching or shaking. He had finally calmed down, and unfurled himself from his ball, reaching out to hold his boys closer.

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[cable-knit-sweater]

Big congratulations on 500 followers ! I love your writing <3

Okay this might be a strange one but the ship is Evanstan and the prompt is : ‘Evanstan’ (or ‘stucky’ if you prefer) 😗

Hi Anon, thank you so so much 💛💛💛 I’m so glad to hear you like my writing 🥰

I have to say. This one threw me for a loop for a little bit. So many ways to go, and at first I didn’t know where to start. But the lovely @forsureitslove suggested something about time travel, and I had just rewatched Before We Go… so it became this. A little cheesy, but I kinda love it. Evanstan 2022 meets Evanstan 2010, in a way. Hope you like it too 💖💖

Evanstan + Evanstan, Teen, 1.6k

Read on Ao3 or below

Sebastian wakes up to the bedroom door softly closing, Chris clearly having woken up before him, like he does most days. The blinds have been pulled up a little so their bedroom is lightly bathed in early morning sunlight. He twists around to press his face back into the pillow, pulling the duvet with him a little, trying to make himself a little more comfortable. He’ll get up in a minute.

He closes his eyes, ready to just slumber a little, but something in his brain must have woken up a little more and realizes what day it is today. The day. He sits up with a start, leans over to get his phone from the nightstand where he plugged it in the charger last night. He sees a couple of texts from Chace, saying “it’s done, all ready for today. Good luck! - you better tell me about it first!”. Sebastian smiles, a little giddy, nervous excitement starting to build.

He puts his phone back down, right before the bedroom door opens again and a sleepy, wild-haired Chris shuffles back in with two mugs. “I’m gone for 5 seconds and you steal all the blankets”, Chris mumbles in faux-offense. “Is that what that smile is for? I even brought you coffee, I don’t deserve this.”

Sebastian can’t help but chuckle, before looking at Chris mischievously. “I’ll share, but you’ll have to fight me for it”, he teases.

Chris tilts his head, raises an eyebrow, bites his lower lip. “uhhuh. I see”. He nods and slowly makes his way to his side of the bed, putting down one of the mugs, looking like he’s in no rush to take Sebastian up on it.

Sebastian follows him with his eyes, sees Chris casually take a sip of his tea, staring Sebastian down. Sebastian settles back down in the bed, but before he’s gotten comfortable, Chris puts down his mug and moves in on him quickly, jumping on top of the bed, crawling over Sebastian like a predator stalking his prey. He grabs Sebastian’s hands and puts them over his head, leaning against the headboard. He grins down at him. “I think this means I won.”

Sebastian moves one of his legs from under the duvet and tangles it with one of Chris’s, pushing him over until he’s on top. He leans in until he can feel Chris’s breath on his face and whispers, “I’m not sure it does”. Chris moves his hands to Sebastian’s back, pulling him in closer, and right before he presses their lips together whispers back “I’m pretty sure it does”. The mugs on the nightstand definitely get forgotten completely.

When they finally do get out of bed and have taken a shower - separately, because as much as Sebastian would like to go for another round, he has plans for today - and Sebastian is pulling on a shirt, much to Chris’s disappointment, they make some plans for the day. It’s a Sunday, they have nowhere to be - or so Chris thinks - so they decide to go out for breakfast, go for a walk and just see where the day takes them.

Neither of them has to worry about a specific diet for a role right now, so they decide to go for pancakes at a place close by and take their coffees to go after. They stroll through the city slowly, seemingly with no destination in mind. They’re quiet for a while, just taking in the city around them, enjoying each other’s presence.

They make their way through the Village, go up to walk the High Line that’s mercifully not too crowded with tourists. “This is nice”, Chris says then, grabbing Sebastian’s hand, swinging their intertwined hands between them. “I forget sometimes. How nice it is to just walk around this city. Why you love it so much. Should spend more time here.”

Sebastian hums. “I don’t know. You love your house. I love your house. I think it’s good this way, splitting time between the two.”

When he looks up, Chris has a frown on his face, like he’s trying to think through something. “I guess. I just feel like we spend more time there than we do here. And I’m just thinking about…just. It’d be nice to settle down someday somewhere you know? If we…”

Sebastian looks at Chris expectantly. When he doesn’t say anything else, he prompts, “if we…?”, but Chris shakes his head, says “never mind”. Sebastian doesn’t really want to let it go, but he knows Chris will bring it up when he’s figured out what he wants to say.

They’re quiet again for a while. When they get to 26th street, about to make their way down and through Chelsea Park, Chris pipes up again. “You ever think we’d be here? Like, 28 year old you?”

“You mean here in New York or here with you?”, Sebastian grins, fully-well knowing what Chris meant and receiving an elbow lightly pushing in his side for his teasing. “I mean, I’d hoped, but no, I never really thought we’d get here eventually. Seemed like a surreal idea at the time, that you’d be interested in me at all. Let alone want to try.”

“How could I not? Seb, you’re…”, Chris sighs, clearly frustrated with himself. Sebastian stops them, turns Chris around until he’s facing him and grabs his other hand. “Hey, hey, what’s this all about? Talk to me”, he says.

Chris looks down at their hands. He breathes in deep, looks like he’s trying to get himself together. “I don’t know. I’ve just been thinking. You’re turning 40 soon and I’m…I’m just thinking about where we’re going. What our future looks like. What you want it to look like.”

He can’t help but smile at that. Oh, if he only knew, Sebastian thinks. He lets go of one of Chris’s hands, uses his now free hand to tilt up Chris’s face, kisses him softly. “So let’s talk about it then, okay? I’m not sure what it looks like. But if it’s got anything like this”, he says, swinging their still intertwined hands, “if it’s anything like this then it’s pretty close to what I want.” That seems to calm down whatever thoughts are going through Chris’s head, who nods and gives him a tentative smile.

They make their way through the park, stopping for a break and grabbing a pastry somewhere midtown. “You want to go back? Or maybe up to Central Park, hang out for a bit?”, Chris asks when they’re up and moving again.

“Park sounds nice. Let’s go this way though, I’ve got something to show you”, Sebastian answers, pulling Chris with him a little to make their way down 43rd street. When they get to Grand Central and Sebastian stops walking, Chris looks at him in confusion. “You wanted to show me Grand Central Station? Seb…”

Sebastian chuckles at him. “No honey, I didn’t want to show you Grand Central. There’s something just around the corner though that I do want to show you”. They walk down the street a little more until they get to it, Sebastian stopping right next to an old phone booth that hadn’t been there earlier. Chris looks up at him, and he can almost see the questions running through his head.

“So…”, Sebastian starts, “they wouldn’t let me put it inside Grand Central, and believe me, I asked. So this is the best I can do.” He picks up the receiver, presses a couple of random buttons. Chris is staring at him in disbelief, his mouth hanging open.

“Sebastian? Hi, this is Sebastian. From the future. I know you’re just about to start this project, and it seems like it’s gonna be a big deal, like this gonna change your life. But you don’t even know the half of it yet. So there’s this guy, this guy you’re gonna meet. And you’ll like him immediately. His big smile, his even bigger heart. His beautiful blue green eyes, and his even more beautiful soul. And you’ll be worried, worried that it won’t go anywhere, that he couldn’t possibly feel the same. You’ll feel frustrated, working so close together every single day, sharing everything with each other, feeling like this could be it, he could be it, if only he could see it too. But you shouldn’t worry too much, because he does, and he will, and it’ll work out just the way you want it, even if it takes a little longer for either one of you to finally have the courage to say anything” He breathes in deep, looks at Chris, who’s smiling at him, tears starting to form in his eyes.

Sebastian closes his eyes for a second, blinking away his own tears and trying to get the rest out, everything else he wants, needs to say, hoping his voice will hold up. “So this guy, your guy, he’s the biggest sap, such a hopeless romantic. And you’ll wrack your head about it, how to do it. But one day you’ll get an idea, and even if you’re not sure he’s gonna like it, you should do it. And you should go down on one knee, and just ask him. I can’t tell you what he’s gonna say. But I know it’ll be alright. And it’ll all be worth it.”

He lets out another deep breath, puts down the receiver, and goes down on one knee, right there on the sidewalk, looking into Chris’s eyes. Both of them now crying for real. Sebastian is about to say those words, ask that one question, but Chris holds up a finger, telling him to wait. He picks up the receiver. “Hi, it’s me”, Chris says, voice breaking a little. “Say yes.”

#maya’s follower celebration #maya tries to write #evanstan #rpf #no joke I made myself cry #happy tears though I promise #also lol anon you might have wanted something smutty but I’m incapable of writing anything but tooth-rottingly sweet fluff 😂

[soleilnomoon]

Hiya!! I’m absolutely in love with this event you’re doing and wanted to put in an order with you if possible 🥲❤️

Can I please have a glazed donut with caramel and a touch of whipped cream, a Neapolitan rose cake with poppy seeds and whipped cream and a #1 (Kidd) from the secret menu?

For a f!reader (Gn reader is also perfect, whatever you’re comfortable with!)

Thank you so so much!!

hihi!! ty for being patient with my very slow writing 😭💓 anyway i love kidd he's so fun to write and he's just so silly being grumpy like that all the time. i wrote this like i was possessed so i hope you enjoy 😊also as u know enemies 2 lovers is my shit, i love it sfm.

3.3k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; smut, enemies 2 lovers, hurt/comfort, a splash of angst (nothing major it's so tame i promise maybe), and fluff if pretend real good (jk it's there somewhere); feat. oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering, kid being a bigass bully but reader dishes it back, kid is a mean bitch when he's jealous but what's new, reader likes it ok; is this toxic??? maybe a lil idk, i'm into it ok. both of them need to do better; killer makes a brief cameo! (if u see grammar/spelling mistakes, no u didn't :))

“listen, memory’s got a hard heart and a soft head. / whatever light the eye sees, the heart says dark, dark, dark.” — charles wright

an empty beer bottle shatters on impact the moment eustass kid chucks it at the wall near your head; thankfully your keen senses allow you to miss the attack, just barely.

“care to explain,” you say as carefully and as cordially as you can, teeth grinding against each other every time you pause to calm yourself, “why the entire fuck did you throw that at me?” you keep your distance from your hot-tempered captain, staring fiercely at him, not at all fazed by his intimidating presence.

kid pours himself a glass of scotch and ignores you altogether, grunting noisily before downing the drink all at once.

“kid,” your tone is anything but amiable, he can taste your annoyance even from across the room; everyone had cleared the kitchen once you and kid started arguing — the crew has been privy to one too many explosive fights and they were tired of breaking them up. when it doesn’t look like he’s going to answer truthfully, you roll your eyes and toss your hair over your shoulders. “know what? i’m done, i’m leaving this stupid ship, because there’s no way i’m going to survive with a shitty captain like you.” the words leave your mouth much too fast, spurned by the two glasses of wine you had previously.

you weren’t even mad that he threw the bottle, you were used to the outbursts and you were equally as destructive as he was — much to the chagrin of your crew mates, who constantly reminded the two of you to figure something out quickly.

kid knows better than to encourage you to leave, even though the words touch the tip of his tongue, but he thinks better of it and says nothing. instead, he fills another glass and drinks again.

“do whatever you want,” he dismisses you with a wave of his hand, eyes closing as he lounges on a chair lazily. he doesn’t mean it, of course, but you decide to interpret that as him giving you permission. bile rises to the back of your throat, and you will yourself not to let a single tear fall. you sniff loudly and turn your face away before storming out of the kitchen.

you bump into killer on your way out, but before he can ask what’s wrong you run off. he doesn’t chase after you as he has a sinking feeling that you and kid had yet another fight that requires his mediation.

a thankless job if anyone were to ask him.

he finds kid with his eyes closed and a frown stitched onto his face. killer sits across from his captain and sighs loudly.

“start from the beginning,” he says smoothly, watching kid carefully to see if he’s actually going to give him the whole story this time.

kid doesn’t move for a long moment, but he knows he can’t avoid killer so he relents. he tries not to think about the shape of your mouth, or the curve of your hips; he tries and tries and tries, but he can’t get your face out of his head.

“it’s not a big deal,” kid says gruffly, voice low, irritation spiking all over again when he slams the glass on the wooden table — the force of it rattling the furniture nearby.

killer crosses his arms against his chest and fixes kid with a steely glare, one that penetrates through his mask. still, kid insists on pleading his case.

“you know she argues with me on purpose, why are you always on her side?” he will never understand; if anything, his crew should side with him always. loyalty above all else, after all. there’s no legitimate reason for why you and kid are always at each other’s throats — it’s probably because you’re more alike than you think and your stubbornness always clashes with his; he’s also controlling and bossy, pigheaded and a pain in your ass.

and yet, there you are, sighing in defeat as you press your face into your pillow and try not to scream.

the funny thing is, as much as you both like to deny it, everyone can see that this is pent up sexual frustration that will implode sooner rather than later. kid would rather gut himself than admit that he likes you, would rather swallow nails for ninety days before confessing to you first. similarly, you hate the idea of him having this sort of power over you — that’s what you tell yourself anyway; if he knew how much you liked him, then you’d never hear the end of it.

his ego knows no bounds and you don’t know if you’d be able to tolerate him being that smug around you.

still, you’re sorely tempted to just tell him and get it off your chest; maybe if he sees where you were coming from, then he’ll ease up. you doubt it, though. while you’re not oblivious to the heated looks that kid gives you, if you give into that desire, there’s no coming back from it unscathed.

your poor battered heart can only take so much, you need to protect it from men like him — men who come in like storms, wrecking your life without remorse.

killer’s lecture only pisses kid off even more, but his best friend has never steered him wrong, so he takes his advice seriously. his issue with you is so painfully simple that if you knew you’d make fun of him forever — at least, that’s what he thinks anyway.

his attraction to you has only grown stronger over the years and you have an iron grip on him without even realizing. he fucks other people to get you out of his head and it only gets worse. you tried your best to flirt around in the hopes of finding someone to take your mind off him, but everyone you meet pales in comparison.

there’s never anything wrong with them — they’re just, so nice, so… tame. and you hate that kid has gotten you accustomed to a certain kind of chaos that you crave without meaning to. you know that you’re much too intense for just anyone to handle, so you don’t try that hard anymore. for some reason, this pleases kid more than it should. he actively sabotages anyone’s interest in you for the sole purpose of keeping you to himself, all without telling you, of course.

killer wants to tell you to wise up about kid, but knows that it’s not worth it; you won’t listen to reason anyway, will you?

you like to lie to yourself and say that you hate him, but you know you don’t. and kid doesn’t want to admit that part of the reason why he likes you so much is because you’re dismissive around him and are one of the few people who dares to talk back to him. he likes that part of you so much that he’s sure it’s an unhealthy obsession at this point — hence why he’s always acting out whenever you’re nearby.

you know you should just let it go, try to find a middle ground with him — and he keeps telling himself that if he fucks you once, maybe you’ll calm down and stop nagging him so much.

one can only hope, right?

after docking the ship on a small island, you take to exploring around the closest town. the others follow kid to a pub and drink heavily. because it’s packed inside, kid opts to finish his drink outside, where the breeze caresses his skin gently; he finds solace in the cool evening temperature and almost heads back in when he hears laughter.

a few feet away, you’re standing with an unknown man — a civilian from town, most likely — smiling like a mischievous cat, batting your eyelashes and touching his arm every so often. kid narrows his eyes, jaw clenched as he finishes his drink, his anger steadily rising at the sight.

you’re in the middle of accepting a date, when kid calls your name out. loudly.

you try to ignore him, but you know that he’ll only be tempted to do something outrageous so you apologize to the stranger and stomp over to your nosy ass captain.

“what do you want now? can’t you see i’m busy.” your face is flushed from embarrassment — and the stranger leaves once he sees the fierce look kid gives him from over your head — and anger, a deadly combination that makes you look every bit as cute as you are alluring.

 he wishes you’d stop being attractive so he can get over you quickly; but yet there you are, fussing at him without a care in the world. your lack of fear only makes him want you more. he licks his lips and motions for you to follow him back to the ship.

“i’m not going anywhere,” you say, holding your ground and not moving an inch.

kid swivels on his heels and his audacity reaches new bounds when he says, “either you walk on your own or i carry you. either way, you’re getting back on the fucking ship.”

something about that stirs something forbidden inside of you, a wicked heat that makes you squirm a bit under his gaze. if you don’t comply that’ll complicate things, but if you do that’ll only mean you’re giving in to his demands and you don’t want that.

right?

lips parted, an argument rolls onto your tongue, but he grabs your face roughly with his hand and stops you from saying another word. “i’m serious.” and you know he is. you swallow hard and nod, following after him quietly, heart beating much too fast. you tell yourself you’ll make it out of this in one piece, but you make the mistake of following kid back to his room, all of your self-preservation thrown out of the window when you close the door behind you and sigh.

kid’s anger nearly blinds him; he didn’t think he’d ever be that jealous, but he saw the way your soft features were illuminated in the moonlight, and it became painfully obvious that he wanted you to look at him like that too. but, again, stubbornness and cowardice work in tandem, making it easy for him to avoid that sort of vulnerability for the time being.

“you can’t keep bossing me around, you don’t get to tell me what to do,” your words come out sharp, but your voice lowers when he steps closer to you and backs you against the door. “you also can’t get jealous because you and i aren’t dating.” this is the first time you’ve actually said that out loud to him; he considers your words, but only chuckles darkly in response.

“and that’s where you’re wrong.”

you stare at him, wide-eyed; what an impossible man. whatever residual irritation you have steadily dissipates, as you try to tell yourself that fucking eustass kid will only bring you more headaches. but then he pushes his leg in between yours, and then you’re leaning into him, back arching, chest heaving the moment he kisses you.

there’s nothing delicate about the way kid handles you; with brutish strength, he rips through most of your clothes, laughing when you shriek and chastise him over it. he kisses you repeatedly, tongue swiping against yours playfully as he grabs your ass. heat courses through your body viciously, making you pull away so you can unbuckle and unzip his pants, stroking his stiff cock without prompting, admiring the length and thickness.

this man will be the death of you, that much is certain. but you’re going to enjoy the ride the entire time regardless.

you sink to your knees, the wooden floor cool against your skin. you run your tongue along the length of his cock, soft hands massaging his balls with skill and ease. kid fights to not moan your name, instead opting to tug on your hair roughly. “stop teasing me,” he says in a low, gravelly voice, lust fueling his thoughts and actions.

he’s trying to be considerate, but at the pace you’ve set, he has half a mind to just take over; but he lets you have the reigns briefly, watching you with half-lidded eyes, tongue gliding along his bottom lip as you suck on the thick head of his cock.

“fuck.”

you take that as confirmation to continue, looking up at him, desire burning through you as you open your mouth and slacken your jaw to take in more of him. whatever you can’t fit in your mouth, you compensate by using your hands. his hips jerk forward, and he braces his heavy, mechanical arm against the door, while his other hand grabs onto your hair and tugs you off him.

“make it sloppy,” he says roughly, and you squeeze your thighs together, plush lips parted as you exhale deeply. you know better than to disobey that command, so you give him what he wants, bobbing your head up and down his cock, hands twisting and pumping around the base. your saliva coats his length and he sucks in a harsh breath when you moan and suck on his tip, persistent and playful.

he ends up thrusting into your mouth, cock gliding further down your throat with his help. you let him fuck your face, his groans loud, vibrating along your skin, making your pussy slick with your arousal. his hips jerk forward, his breathing uneven as you hold onto his thighs for support. if he doesn’t fuck you soon, you might pass out honestly. he knows if he continues, he’ll only end up cumming in your mouth and he doesn’t want that just yet.

when he tosses you onto the bed, you get on all fours, tempting him with your ass — that he’s admired for far longer than necessary — you look over your shoulder at him, lips swollen from his kisses. he thinks you look pretty like that, a dazed look on your face, insatiable in your desire for him. he’s in the same exact boat as you, muscles tensing as he pulls the rest of his clothes off.

you shiver slightly, rub your lips together and let out a shrill whimper when he licks along your slit, your arousal dripping onto his tongue once it slides in between your folds. you don’t think you’ve ever had someone taste you like that — like you’re a coveted fruit, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t devour you whole right now. kid eats your pussy with fervor, leaving open-mouthed kisses and slurping messily.

grabbing at the bed sheets, you make an attempt to shift away from him, but he holds you steady, tongue circling dangerously around your throbbing clit. you yelp, cry out loudly, and beg for more.

he hums absently, before he slides a thick finger inside of you, pumping it in and out, watching as you fuck yourself against his hand once he inserts another finger. he scissors them recklessly, and you shamelessly buck against him before he swaps his fingers for his tongue.

“yes, fuck, right there,” you chant, breathing erratic as you chase the high that kid is dangling right in front of you. he’s barely holding on himself, but he has a point to prove. he swipes at your clit again, flicking his tongue against it before sucking on it hard. a flash of white blinds you, and when you cum forcefully enough to make you slump over.

still, kid’s not done with you.

he admires all the marks he’s left along your thighs and ass, smiling to himself haughtily. you know he’s probably grinning like a fool right now and you don’t even care to argue with him about it. you rub your ass against his cock once before he thrusts his cock inside of you; he grants you a bit of mercy, pausing so you can adjust to his girth before snapping his hips forward and fucking you at a merciless pace.

with a hand on your back, kid bucks his hips roughly against yours; your thighs tremble and your voice grows hoarse from how loud you’re moaning for him. the walls in the rooms aren’t thick, so no doubt some of your crew mates have heard you already — not that you care about any of that right now anyway.

his balls slap against you with each stroke, his cock burrowing deeper inside your cunt without remorse. he grabs you by the back of your hair and pulls you flush against his chest, back arching as he powers into you with short, frenzied thrusts. your pussy is soft and warm around him, making him think irrational, impossible things — making him want to be different with you.

the pads of his fingers are rough when they rub against your clit, and he wraps an arm around you to keep you close as he fucks you faster. sweat pools at your temples, the room is hot but not uncomfortable. he pushes you down onto the bed, pulling out of you momentarily and panting lightly. when he enters you again this time, he plunges in deep enough to have you babbling incoherently as tears glide down your round cheeks.

he laughs at your whimpering. “big baby,” he says teasingly, the taunt dark with intent. “all that mouth but you can’t take my cock, what a damn shame.” you know he’s joking, but your face burns with shame anyway.

“shut up,” you manage to say with great difficulty, moaning shamelessly as he rolls his hips against yours. kid presses a kiss to the side of your neck, and you’re surprisingly okay with the intimacy — and he is too.

strange. very, very strange.

it’s when he angles his cock like that that you cum again, clenching around his girth, holding him hostage as his thrusts become sloppier and frenetic. there’s a feral possessiveness that he exudes when he rolls you onto your back and throws your legs over his shoulders. you barely have the strength, but you do your best to keep up, hips lifting to meet his menacing strokes, pussy squelching loudly.

his bed sheets are soaked, but he doesn’t care; all he cares about is this. you. he realizes that now — very belatedly, but still. he finds himself tipping over the edge when you lean up to kiss him sweetly, almost affectionately. he meant to pull out so he could cum on your stomach and thighs but doesn’t, he cums inside you instead.

it’s thick and hot, you whimper against his lips pathetically, nails clawing along his back, head spinning from the intense way he fucked you.

after a minute or so, he pulls out and clarity hits him. you look over at him as he stretches out on his large bed, lazy like a mountain lion, eyes closed briefly. you wonder if this is where you get kicked out and you dread the walk back to your room — especially since kid rudely ruined your clothes. he feels you shift on the bed, arms and legs shaky as you sit up. he frowns, not liking the idea of you leaving and grabs onto your arm, tugging you towards him gently.

although with a man as large as him, his idea of gentle is different than most. you find yourself laying on top of his chest, confused but also content, smiling secretly as you duck your head to avoid his gaze. he plays with your hair before yawning.

“i was going to—”

he pulls you closer and you clamp your lips together, afraid of saying anything else that might disrupt whatever peace has settled between you two.

kid hesitates only for a moment before saying, “stay.” it’s almost cute, the way he’s suddenly very demure, as if the idea of asking anyone to stay over has never occurred to him. but he knows that if he lets you leave, then things might go back to normal, and he doesn’t want that.

not that he knows what he wants exactly, but that’s beside the point. he’ll figure it out in due time, but for now, he’ll enjoy having your body next to his.

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[nocturnalghoul]

Looking at all 4K of this current WIP and am so tempted to scrap the whole thing and start over. I know that I’m actually just frustrated that it was meant to be a quick write but still isn’t even halfway over. I know that starting over will make that worse. Still tempted tho

#I will be strong because at least Swiss is having a time #it was meant to be sweet Rulti fluff followed by swissdrop angst and Dew has infected both half’s of the whole thing #Rain just barely showed up and everything is long and overcomplicated #but I think I’m just tired of looking at it and maybe if I work on something else that might help #gonna try and make myself post a snippet tonight so that it might revive my passion for the project #nocturnal ramblings

[jaehunnyy]

Flawless.

Genre: fluff, comfort, angst if you squint

Word count: 0.6k

Pairing: boyfriend!Jisung x gn!reader

Warnings: usage of pet names (my love, beautiful, angel, my star, baby), mentions of anxiety, Jisung has a panick attack, crying, cute confessions, possible grammar mistakes

Requested by: @shakalakaboomboo (song: Mary On A Cross - Ghost) __________________________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

You and Han Jisung weren't dating for a lot of time, but what you surely knew was that you were made for each other. Your dates were filled with laughter and happiness, and just looking at him could bring you the comfort you needed. You thought it was all perfect; he seemed absolutely flawless. Though, maybe, you needed to experience some hardships together, in order to grow even closer to each other.

Jisung thought he had everything under control. He was aware that his anxiety was still there, but he seemed to forget about everything that could happen when he saw his lover’s beautiful eyes. You were his comfort, but he was so scared to let you see this side of him. Scared to lose you and everything the two of you crafted in this beautiful love story.

He found himself thinking about the worst again, as he felt the stingy venom of his anxiety kicking in. He tried to calm down, but the thoughts overflowing his feelings seemed to win the battle. He was screwed. The tears threatened to slip on his delicately sculpted face, and he fought so hard to make them disappear, but with no result. He wished one of his friends was there for him, but the environment of the room he was in screamed loneliness. He started to search for his phone, breath and hands shaky, and a whole mind glitching over the same thought: how would you react if you found out about his "problem", his beautiful flaw.

You, on the other hand, were worried to death. You took the first taxi you saw to get to him on time, after the nine calls he missed from you. Jisung used to answer immediately and let you hear his honey-like voice, but not today. The time seemed to stop on its track right there, and everything irritated you; you just wanted to know that your boyfriend was fine. As soon as you got to his apartment, you knocked a few times, breathing heavily from all the running–locked. You took your spare key from your bag and unlocked the door, and your eyes widened instantly at the sight. Your boyfriend was crying on his knees in front of the bed, his hands moving like they were searching for something.

“My love! What’s wrong, beautiful?” you asked worriedly, kneeling next to him and cupping his cheeks softly.

“P-please don’t look at me… You don’t deserve to see me like this…”

As much as it hurt to hear him talking like that, you needed to help him. You wiped his tears softly, before pressing a feather-like kiss on his eyelids.

“I’m here for you, angel. I promised you I will be here for you at both your best and worst. Please, tell me what happened…" you pleaded him softly, looking in his teary orbs.

“I struggle with anxiety… I was scared to tell you, I didn’t mean to scare you and make you leave me… I never meant to let you see this–”

You interrupted him with a little kiss on his hand, then led it to his heart, pressing it there softly.

“Baby, your beauty never ever scared me. I care about what’s in there, the love you carry. You deserve the whole world, my star.”

His face got burrowed by his pearly tears, happy ones this time.

“I love you, my angel. So, so much,” he whispered between his sobs, hugging you tight to his chest.

You could hear his heartbeat, and it made you smile. The closure you had with him, the promise that everything will be alright, all these little things made you aware of the bright future waiting for the two of you, even if it meant getting through some obstacles together. Your love was stronger than any hardship you went through, and you were ready to show the world that nothing could bring you down when you were together.

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[iloveprettyboysblog]

He's Such a Cinnamon Roll 💞💕

#sebastian stan fluff #sebby stan #sexy saturday #sebastian stan smut #sebastain stan #hes so sweet #hes so cuuuute #hes so soft #hes so fine #followforfollowback #800 followers #he makes me so soft #soft boyfriend #soft bby #soft boy #big softy #i love him #he looks so fucking good ughhh😍😍🤤🤤🤤🥵💞💕💞💘💘💘 #the literal loml #the loml #heart stealer #he owns my entire heart #my bae #soft saturday #i want to run my fingers through his hair #it looks so soft #ily ily ily #my comfort person #i adore you #my mans