#is this what i get when i give myself free time? almost 1.5k words in an afternoon? i should attempt being creative more often.

[briefle]

"What's this I hear about a whole lot of 'Nothing', then?" Martyn's voice travels from across the room. Or at least he thinks so. He can't quite see that far, with the... everything around him... much too bright. "I'm not quite sure you know what this is yet, but rest assured it is 'Something' alright." Scar doesn't have much else to do. So he bites.

or: woof. emotions. hmmmm. what if we pretended not to for half the ficlet. i hear guessing games are a wonderful team activity this time of year.

#is this what i get when i give myself free time? almost 1.5k words in an afternoon? i should attempt being creative more often. #secret life #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #grian #inthelittlewood #pearlescentmoon #.my writing #scott is also there. but his impact is so small i feel bad giving him a full tag. but like. he's there. he's a winner. #i just decided to format his dialogue in a special way and that naturally reduced any chance of a big speaking role.

[joelscruff]

forget my charms (dave york x f!reader) 18+

a/n finally watched equalizer 2 and he's been living in my mind rent free! i don't really know what this is tbh, it was kind of a challenge to myself to try and write a drabble because i'm notoriously bad at keeping fics short & sweet. so i'm not sure how i feel about the lack of real story here but we go anyway! enjoy & please be sure to read the warnings! summary: your new boss gives you a memorable first day. rating: 18+ explicit warnings: fingering, lap sitting, power imbalance, infidelity, unprotected p in v (doggy), creampie, finger sucking, dirty talk, praise kink, tie used as a gag word count: 1.5k

You only met him this morning. It had been brief, his office just one stop of many on your guided tour the first day of your new job. Your co-worker had tapped lightly on his door, opened it a crack and told him he should come meet the new hire. Your stomach had turned when you'd heard him sigh deeply on the other side - you were already feeling out of place, more than a little like a fish out of water, and the concept of disrupting the boss on the first day wasn't appealing in the slightest.

But he'd been gracious. He'd come to the door and opened it wider, stood beneath the arch with an appraising little smile on his lips as he looked at you. It had been memorable, the way he'd taken your hand in his large palm and squeezed, peering at you with something attentive in his eyes, almost... intrigued. Welcome, he'd told you, it's lovely to meet you.

And now, only hours later, his fingers are in your pussy.

Pumping slow and deep, rhythmic and filthy as you lounge in his lap with your legs wide and your head resting languidly against the heat of his neck. He's got your skirt pulled up, one big hand spread firm over your trembling belly while he fucks you with his middle and index. The flickering blue of his computer monitor is your only source of light, showering his office in a dim glow.

You whimper and his fingers still, lodged deep inside your heat. He hushes you softly, strokes your tummy with his thumb and leans back slightly in his chair.

"Shh, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice low and husky, "Don't want the night crew to know what we're doing in here, now do we?"

No, you certainly don't. Can't even imagine what the reaction would be were anyone from the office to know you're being fingered by the boss on your first day. You bite down on your lip and lean back into his lap, look down with hooded eyes as he slowly resumes the slow plunge of his fingers. They're so thick, coated in a clear gloss of your release that glows blue in the light. He places his thumb on your clit, applies pressure, and you let out another pathetic whimper.

"Ohh, poor thing," he admonishes gently, "You want something in your mouth to help you stay quiet?" his hand comes up to brush against your face, "Hm? You need something to suck on?"

Your brain feels empty but you nod anyway, eyelashes fluttering as he wastes no time in slipping the middle and index of his left hand past the wetness of your lips. You suck immediately, closing your eyes and feeling them roll behind your lids as he fucks two of your holes at once, just taking, using.

Is this why I'm here, you can't help but think to yourself, did I only get this job so he could play with me like some kind of doll?

You can't quite believe you're even in this situation. You'd stayed late in order to make a good impression, still had some things you needed to figure out at your desk anyway. Everyone else had slowly trickled out of the office, until you'd realized all that remained was you and Mr. York. He'd smiled at you through the open blinds of his office, leaning back in his chair with his legs wide and his arms stretched behind his head. He'd brought one down when your eyes had met, crooked his finger as if to say, Come here for a minute.

You'd gotten up from your desk and entered his office, anxiety building in the pit of your stomach. You'd hoped you weren't about to be reprimanded for something you thought would impress him.

But he didn't reprimand you. He didn't mention the fact that you were staying late, didn't ask about how the job was treating you, if there was anything you needed, no. Instead, he'd looked you up and down again with that assessing, calculative stare and murmured, "Can you come sit in my lap for a little while, sweetheart?"

You suppose you could've said no. Probably should have, actually. That would have been the most logical thing to do - slam the door and quit your job, maybe even sue for harassment. Anyone else probably would have. But you'd taken one look at his crotch, seen the noticeably thick shape that bulged against his thigh, and realized he'd been sitting there watching you for who knows how long. He'd gotten that hard just from looking, assessing.

Fuck it.

"There you go," he breathes softly now, peering at you with dark and imploring eyes as he fucks your mouth and pussy, "That's a good girl, honey, I know," his brow furrows when you whine around his fingers, "I know, baby. You're doing so good."

He rocks you in his lap like you belong there, and it's impossible not to feel the way his clothed cock throbs against your ass. You want to see it so badly, want to touch it, taste it - but he doesn't give you the opportunity. Instead, he circles his thumb against your clit until you're shaking in his arms, hands gripping anything you can reach - the chair, your knee, his wrist. Your orgasm rolls through you and his fingers muffle the sound of your whines, your gasps, until your bones feel like jelly and your heart has slowed. He stills his movements again and lazily pulls all four fingers out of you, watches you breathe deeply and fall back against him with goosebumps rising on your skin.

"Get up now, baby. Bend over the desk for me," he tells you in that low voice, "Show me your pussy."

You pull yourself out of his lap on extremely shaky legs but obey his orders, inching forward a little to position yourself against his desk. You can feel his eyes on you as you reach back and pull yourself apart for him, show him where his fingers have invaded and explored, opened you up and made you drool.

"Juicy little thing," you hear him murmur, and then his belt buckle is jangling and you know what comes next. Legs still trembling, you keep holding yourself open and push yourself further down onto the desk, skirt pulled high and panties still hanging off one of your ankles.

He's filling you up in no time at all, cock plunged deep to the hilt and so much bigger than you'd anticipated. His tip kisses a spot inside of you that you're not sure anyone's ever been able to reach, and against your own volition you moan, low and long, full of pleasure and desperation.

You hear him tsk somewhere above you, "You really can't stay quiet can you?" He says it softly but it's full of condescension, like it's starting to genuinely bother him. Before you can apologize he's reaching down for something, still bottomed out completely inside of you as his arms and hands seem to do something out of sight. A few seconds later his blue polka dotted tie appears in front of your face, and then he's carefully settling the soft material between your lips, pulling back and tying it meticulously behind your head. A makeshift gag.

"Gotta learn to be quiet when I fuck you, okay?" he breathes, raspy and dark as he slowly pulls his cock from your pussy, only to feed it back to you again just as slow, "You don't want us to get in trouble, do you?"

No, sir, you want to whisper, but you can't. All you can do is nod slightly and grip the desk when he starts to fuck you in earnest, thrusting deep and hard before pulling out and doing it all over again. Your thighs quiver and shake against the cool wood, and as you lay there and let him take, you spot something out of the corner of your eye.

A framed picture of a family - his family.

You avert your eyes, turning your head slightly to see where his left hand is gripping your shoulder as he fucks you - you spot the wedding ring immediately. Christ.

But you don't stop it. You don't push him away, you don't leave. Even though you probably should. Even though the logical part of your brain is screaming at you that what's happening really shouldn't be, especially now that you know he's a married man.

You just let him use you. You let him fuck and fill you until he's gripping your hair in his fist and his cock is spasming and pulsing inside of you. You let him release his entire load inside your pussy, bare and messy. And then you let him pull you into his chair, tug the tie from your mouth and situate you back in his lap, still impaled on his cock.

Neither of you speak for a solid minute. He catches his breath while you try not to look at the photograph, to forget its existence entirely.

"The last one quit the first day," you hear him mumble, voice edged with tiredness, "But you won't, will you?" He thrusts shallowly inside of you, holds you against his chest as his cum starts to leak out and dribble down the hefty shape of his balls. "You'll let me do this, huh?"

What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

#dave york x reader #dave york smut #*

[stopthatnel]

cherries

cw: ts is just… hmmmmmskkansnakabsolapan. thank you for coming to my ted talk. praise, soft dom, light impact play, overstimulation, lmk if i missed anything.

sn: this is in first person and it’s so vague it could literally be anybody but in my heart and soul it’s nanami… or gojo… or yuta… (reblogs are appreciated lovelys 💕)

s: where you’ve never had the pleasure of being taken there, and nanami is nothing but chivalrous. wc: 1.5k

nsfw, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

“i don’t want you to focus on looking,” he whispers in my ear. my heart is thumping in my ears, so hot that his warm breath felt cool against them. “i need you to focus on feeling.” i exhale shakily and i feel; i feel the pads of his fingers dancing up and down my waist and stomach, the way they pinch ever so softly at my thighs, how gentle he handles me as if though i was the thinnest sheet of glass. i feel the way his stubble pricks at the soft flesh between my breasts, his open mouthed kisses leaving saliva behind to cool; like a reminder that he was there. i felt the way he brought me closer into his lap, i felt the aching need to bring myself closer to him.

i reach my arms back and do the opposite, placing them on his knees and allowing him more access to touch. my breathing is labored in anticipation of his next move. his fingers are playing with the band of elastic at my hips and i can’t help but to roll them forward into his touch.

“please.” i don’t even know what i’m asking for, but i’m willing to take anything he’d give me. the way he strings the tension between our bodies with his fingers, touching, grazing, groping, pulling. all the while i couldn’t breath. he tugs the fabric covering my pussy to the side, i could feel the heat exuding from my core onto his torso. “you see what happens when you let yourself feel?” he asks me quietly, running a single digit between my folds. i shudder at the sounds his fingers make, pulling my thighs apart and letting my head fall back.

his gentle touch never falters as he presses against my clit, i could just imagine the bastard’s face when i whine against the slow torturous circles he rubbed onto the bud. my chest is getting hot, i feel the sweat building up on my forehead but he remains composed. his arm wraps around my waist pulling me up to his chest as he begins to speed his fingers up.

it’s suddenly bright, and im staring into pools of desperation, i’m staring into a man’s eyes that screamt for nothing more than me relinquishing myself to him. but i wasn’t there yet, and he knew. “keep your eyes closed baby,” he mutters, and i do. “don’t worry about me, i’ll let you know when to look.” he instructs.

he doesn’t change his pace, instead just adding on to it. his teeth nip at my neck, biting and licking it after as if he was apologizing. my skin feels raw as he presses down with more pressure, i hum as his free hand cups my breast. he rolls my pert nipple between his middle and pointer fingers, even pinching and pulling them to his mouth for a quick swirl of his tongue.

my core was tightening, my thighs began to tense. i couldn’t believe it, i was almost there. the excitement that loomed my mind almost felt like doubt, was he really about to make me cum with just his fingers? i gasp for air as his fingers speed up against my clit, he’s reaching for my neck and placing soft kisses on my lips, “let it out baby, i got you. breath.”

i’m trying to regulate my breaths, in through my nose and out through my mouth. i’m trying to let it out, can’t he see? it’s not like i don’t want to cum, i do it by myself no problem. but this time it’s him, he’s drawing shapes and patterns on my clit, probably a ritual for all i know.

“look at me.” he urges me gently, “relax. you’re right there baby.” i steady myself on his shoulders, grinding up against his fingers until i feel a sharp slap on my thigh. “let me worry about that, you can use me to cum another time.” i choke at his words, furrowing my brows as i relax my thighs against his.

“i’m so close,” i whisper, my hips twitching. “who’s stopping you?” he whispers back, catching my eyes with his. “come for me.”

all i could see was his face smiling lazily, all i could hear was ringing and his compliments;

“look at you.”

“you listen so good.”

“so pretty baby, keep going.”

the sounds that crawled from my throat were feral. i came, i came so hard i forgot to breath. i came so hard i thanked him endlessly, i came so hard i nearly cried. but he didn’t stop, not when my thighs shook against his arms keeping me spread open, not when my hips bucked wildly. instead he stopped only to line himself up with my entrance and impale me on his cock.

for the first time that night he moaned so low i felt it in my own gut. my pussy pulsed around him, still clenching from the orgasm he seemed intent on not letting die down. “c’mon, give me more. now’s the time to use me baby.” he grunts, his massive hands grasping my ass in such contrast to his gentle demeanor earlier. his hands pulled me up and down on his cock and my nails are making crescent moons in his shoulders as i try to keep up.

“ah- fuck, oh my god!” i squeal. i grind against his pelvis, taking his words at face value, rubbing my swollen clit against him with each drag of my hips. i didn’t even register my second orgasm until i was sat entirely on his dick, my arms wrapped around his neck in an embrace so tight you would’ve thought i was drowning and he was a life raft.

“yes, yes, yes! come on this dick. you just need me to open the flood gates, huh?” his words were soothing and comforting but his actions were far from it. he hooked his arms under my legs and flips us over, the little air my lungs being knocked out by the new position. he drilled into me and the cries that poured from my mouth were almost embarrassing. who am i kidding? they are. not that either of us care.

his cock bullied my pussy, knocking into every wall, throwing away any of the dignity i could’ve had after this. he rests his forehead on mine, his eyes glued to mine as he spoke. “none of them could make you come ‘cause they’re not me.” my gut twists at his words. “but i can. and i’m going to make you come so hard around me that you’ll be addicted to me. you’ll keep crawling back to me. even your toys won’t make you scream like i will.”

that twist in my gut isn’t gone, and it’s getting stronger. “i-.”

“shut up. don’t talk. don’t do anything but come.” i whimper as he pulls back upright, pushing my knees against my chest and drawing his cock out to the tip before rushing right right back in. “i mean look at us baby, look at how you suck me in. god,” he snarls. “i’ve never seen anything more beautiful.” he sounds delirious, he looks delicious, and god does he feel even better.

the sweat shining from his broad chest, dripping down the washboard of his abdomen, i wanted to lick it all up and kiss all over him. i’d practically lost my mind, scratching and clawing at the sheets underneath me. i’ve never felt like this, not until him. he snakes his hand down to my folds, pressing up against my bud and that twist in my gut started to unravel.

my eyes widen as i scramble to watch what he’s watching, wanting to picture this moment and remember the feeling. “again baby? you gonna come again?” his voice is strained, and i nod fervently. “say my name when you come.” he demands.

i struggle to keep his eye contact as the waves of pleasure wash over me, his name coming out in broken sobs as my orgasm wrecks through my body.

“kento!”

he grunts and slumps forward, his thrusts slow and ragged. did he cum? i can’t think clearly. i’m seeing stars and i think i’ve gone deaf. that or the silence itself was deafening. i just let my best friend fuck me into oblivion.

“you good?” his voice bleeds into my focus. i blink slowly, trying to find the words, but only whining when i feel him pull out. he chuckles as he hovers over me, pinching the latex around the tip of his dick, pulling and knotting it. he tosses it to the wastebasket next to the bed and lays himself down next to me.

“you’re speechless.” he mumbles, his fingers running innocently down my stomach. there’s something else he says, but i don’t catch it. i wanted to ask him what he meant, making me addicted. but my eyes are heavy and i don’t have the slightest of energy to move.

“thank you.” i mumble.

part two! where’s the rest of your work?

#jjk smut #jjk x you #nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami x you #gojo smut #yuta smut #kento smut

[itspbandjellytime]

The Assistant [Hailee Steinfeld x Fem!Reader] - Chapter 1

Plot: Y/N Waldorf is fresh out of college and her first job is being Hailee Steinfeld's personal assistant, but what Y/N doesn't know is that Hailee is hiding a huge secret from the general public and from her, as her assistant.

Notes: This is a multi-chapter fic, you can also read this on wattpad under the same username "itspbandjellytime". This fanfic is also going to contain NSFW themes in the near future, so if you're under the age of 18 please don't read this. Thank you!

Word count: 1.5k words

[Y/N's POV]

My name is Y/N Waldorf, I am 21 years old and I live in Seattle, Washington, and I just graduated from college a few months ago. After four gruesome years of this course that I didn't like, I am finally free and I get to choose what job I'll have in the future since this is America and it's a free country after all. I got to say College was mentally challenging, but it was worth it after all and I got my degree, which I will probably never use in the future.

My parents, are real estate brokers and they were high school sweethearts. But they're not your typical high school sweethearts where one is a football player and the other is the girl next door, my parents were a bunch of nerds who fell in love and gave birth to two girls. I am the youngest and my sister Kelly, is the eldest. 

If I can talk about their reaction to me graduating college, all I can say is that they were happy that I finished college after ranting to them I want to drop out every five seconds. However they have been bugging me for months to get a job which is annoying at first but I manage to get used to them bothering me at 3 in the morning to get one which I have- well had. I told my parents I've been working at the coffee shop somewhere in our local town, but they told me to get a PROPER job, a job that can pay me well and can give me money to support myself. As if the job at the coffee shop didn't support me when I was in college which it did for some time, I quit my job at the coffee shop a few weeks ago and now I am scouring the internet for a job.

My eyes start to hurt from staring at the screen of my laptop way too long, scrolling through countless job hunting websites, my ears start to hurt as well from the headphones I am wearing and blasting out my playlists as I look for the said job. I start to slowly give up at this point and start to overthink about my life choices until I was on the verge of tears, when all of a sudden I saw something that says: "Urgent! In need of a Personal Assistant, please contact Laura McKinnon." along with her details. I was skeptical at first when I saw the advertisement, I am fully aware about the scams happening which leads to people being in very life threatening circumstances. But with a quick google search, I realized that she works as a talent manager and she's based in California, I feel like this is also a sign from God at the same time. I immediately typed down her e-mail address and sent my resume to Laura, hoping for the best and I don't get scammed.

A few days have passed, I've been checking my e-mail almost everyday to see if I get a word from Laura which I did. According to the E-mail I sent, I am scheduled to have an interview with her via. Zoom the next day. The next day arrived and I was interviewed by Laura through Zoom, once the interview concluded she told me she'll contact me again once I get the job or not. I waited and waited, day and night for a response from Laura. I was desperate to get this job that I started to go to church almost everyday, I was religious for an entire week basically.

One day, while I was in a middle of a run just to count my steps in and getting my blood pumping, my phone starts to ring. I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and answered the call from an anonymous number "Hello?" I spoke, panting and catching my breath "Hello is this Y/N Waldorf?" The person asked, the sound of the person's voice sounded sweet, feminine, and had a valley girl accent. 

I furrow my brows, checking my surroundings before speaking "Yes, who is this?" I asked.

"This is Laura McKinnon, from the office of Hailee Steinfeld. I am just here to inform you that you got the job as Hailee Steinfeld's personal assistant." Laura said, hold on... Did she say Hailee Steinfeld? Like... THE Hailee Steinfeld?!? I get to work as Hailee Steinfeld's personal assistant?!? I tend not to freak out in the middle of the street knowing I am gonna be a part of Hailee's team. I've looked up to Hailee since I first saw The Edge of Seventeen for the first time and I never looked back since, she is also the reason why I am into women and met one of my closest friends, Jackie.

"Miss Waldorf? Are you still on the line?" Laura asks me, I snapped back to reality and stammered for a bit to find words "Uhm... Yes. Sorry, I was distracted." I responded, chuckling nervously.

"It's all good Miss Waldorf, anyways you will be starting next week. I know you are based in Washington, but if you have any associates around the Los Angeles area, you can stay with them." Laura told me, all did was respond with a nod and a smile on my face "Yes... I will do that, thank you so much." I said as Laura ended the call.

After my run, I headed straight to my apartment and called up my bestfriend Jackie, I know it's crazy that I am calling my internet friend before my parents who have been bugging me to get a proper job. I met Jackie through our shared interest and love for Hailee Steinfeld, thanks to the website "Twitter", I was blabbering about Hailee on the site as usual and then she asked if we can be mutuals on that site  and we have been inseparable ever since also Jackie lives in Los Angeles around West Hollywood so I can crash at her place. 

"Jackie!" I said with a proud tone, running around my apartment like I am a dog who just got the zoomies. 

"Y/N/N! Hey, what's up?" Jackie asks me, I settle down on the couch and clear my throat. 

"Girl guess what?" I ask her, I cant contain my excitement as a huge grin forms on my face.

"What?" She asks me back.

"I got a job!" I exclaimed, not telling her what my job is and who I work for just yet to build the suspense.

"No way, congrats girlie! What job?" Jackie asks.

I clear my throat again, a smirk forms on my face "Personal assistant." I confidently say.

"For?"

"Hailee Steinfeld." I responded, giggling like a teenage girl. I heard Jackie scream on the other line, causing me to laugh at her response "Yes, I am being serious Jackie. And I need to crash at your place." I told her.

"Oh my God sure, you are free to stay at my place... holy shit... You bagged a good job." Jackie compliments me and all I can do is laugh.

"It's insane, I know." I said, smiling "I start next week, and I gotta tell my parents about it as well." I added.

"Well you better tell them, girl." Jackie encouraged me, I can tell that she's leaning against a wall and smiling with her phone on her hand.

"Of course, I'll tell them and I will drive by there tomorrow." I said, ending my call with Jackie.

I told my parents about the job that I got, their reactions were positive and they supportive of me moving from Washington to California the next day. But my grandparents are huge conspiracy theorist believers, they start to talk about random things about the entertainment industry and my parents just shook their heads and told me to ignore them and enjoy my job. And in the words of my mother, she told me that this job is a once in a life time opportunity and I should savor every moment. Which I will, cause I have a feeling that working with your idol will be one of the best experiences I will have in my life time.

I spent the entire day packing my things for California, and It's a good thing that my sister, Kelly is down to look after and live in my apartment for the mean time. I love my sister, I would die for her. 

The next day, I finally left Washington and headed to California. I decided to take my car and drive, it feels like a road trip with yourself and it's very therapeutic. I suggest that you try it, I spent the entire road trip blasting out Taylor Swift, eating convenient store food, sleeping in my car in empty parking spots. 

The trip lasted for 17 hours, and 17 hours later I arrived in sunny Los Angeles. The last time I was in Los Angeles was when I was 15, when I first met Jackie and we saw Hailee live when she opened Charlie Puth. I took time to look around the surroundings as I drove to where Jackie lives, a smile forms on my face and it made me realize that this will be the start of a new chapter of my life and I hope this one will never end.

#hailee steinfeld #hailee steinfeld imagines #hailee steinfeld x reader #hailee steinfeld x fem reader #hailee steinfeld smut #kate bishop #charlie watson #emily dickinson #bumblebee #dickinson #nadine franklin #emily junk #hawkeye #edge of seventeen #pitch perfect 2 #fanfiction

[secretsolarsystem]

Okay I would ask one for every prompt if it were up to me but instead I'll go with either of these two

"Why do you insist so much?" "Because I want to hear it from that pretty mouth of yours." or

"Admit it! You've liked me all along!" :)

TOMI!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you so much for sending this in and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE omg……..pls know your prompt had been on my mind every day until I could finally articulate it into this <3

it’s 1.5k words, padawan!Anakin and padawan!Obi-Wan, in my mind Anakin’s like 19ish here and Obi-Wan is like 23ish, Obi-Wan is a little stinker but Anakin’s into it, and there’s sparring with tension and with feelings. many feelings. lots of feelings.

please enjoy!!! <3

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Anakin bounced on the balls of his feet, trying to give his full attention to what his master was saying but finding it impossible to do so. Master Dooku and his padawan were just over his master’s shoulder, and how was Anakin supposed to ignore a boy who made it his whole life’s purpose to ignore Anakin?

Perhaps naively, Anakin had thought him and Obi-Wan would’ve been closer – joined at the hip, actually. When Master Qui-Gon had taken Anakin on as his padawan, he had been so excited to get to spend more time with Obi-Wan. Dooku had been Qui-Gon’s master, which made them all, in Anakin’s mind, like a lineage, a little family.

But that isn’t what happened at all.

Anakin hardly ever saw Dooku or Obi-Wan, who were always off doing rigorous training or missions. Anakin had been so excited to get to hear all of Obi-Wan’s stories of other worlds and cultures and peoples, but it never happened. Anakin would welcome him back with a smile and a million questions, and Obi-Wan would huff and say something about needing to go and train with Dooku.

“Train?” Anakin would say through a disbelieving laugh. “But you just got back.”

“Yes, well,” Obi-Wan would sniff, turning to leave, “not all of us can use our free time to tinker with machines and talk to droids.”

Anakin didn’t know what he’d done to make Obi-Wan actively dislike him so much, but it almost didn’t even matter. Anakin was still hellbent on getting closer to him. He wanted Obi-Wan’s stories, his fighting tips, his help in meditation that Obi-Wan did so well and Anakin couldn’t grasp at all.

And if he maybe wanted to get closer to Obi-Wan so he could see his blue eyes up close or get the exact placement of his moles and dimples properly memorized, well. So what.

“Anakin,” Qui-Gon said, snapping Anakin’s eyes back to his face. Qui-Gon had an unimpressed eyebrow raised, but he was clearly fighting a smile. “Have you been listening at all?”

“Um,” Anakin muttered, “I remember something about you saying, ‘Anakin, I have something to tell you.’”

Qui-Gon laughed, soft yet deep. “That was the very first thing I said, Anakin.” Anakin returned his smile with a shrug, and Qui-Gon went on: “There is an off-world mission that requires both Master Dooku and myself, so I will be leaving you here at the Temple for a bit. I expect you to stay on top of your studies, and I have enlisted Obi-Wan to help you do so.”

Anakin looked over at Obi-Wan, who was glaring up at Dooku who was glaring at Anakin. “With my express permission, of course,” Dooku added. “I think Obi-Wan could benefit from having to teach another.”

The way he said it was endlessly condescending, like Obi-Wan would be training a youngling who had no clue what they were doing, but Anakin felt he could shake from anxiety and excitement. Obi-Wan was basically being mandated to spend time with Anakin. This was Anakin’s dream, but also his nightmare. What would they even talk about? Would Obi-Wan even talk to him?

“Yes, Masters,” Anakin nodded, watching as Obi-Wan blatantly rolled his eyes and looked at the wall to Anakin’s right. As always, he was looking anywhere Anakin wasn’t. It made Anakin’s heart race.

“We’ll be leaving tonight. Why don’t you and Obi-Wan talk or spar for a bit until you come to see us off?” Qui-Gon said this with a kind smile and a hand on Anakin’s shoulder, but all Anakin noticed was the way Obi-Wan pleadingly looked to his own master, who shrugged and turned to leave.

Turning back to Qui-Gon, Anakin gave a definitive nod and said, “That sounds like a great idea, Master. I’ll see you later.”

Once both their masters left, Anakin turned to Obi-Wan, ready to get their bonding on. “So-”

“Master Qui-Gon said we could talk or spar,” Obi-Wan cut him off, finally looking at him with a cold gaze. “So let’s spar.”

“Sure,” Anakin shrugged. “Whatever.” Sparring was still the closest they’d ever be. Plus, they’d have to put their hands on each other. Anakin could be a good sport.

They stood before one another and each did the small customary bow before getting into position and lunging at each other. They did this over and over again, several times, because Obi-Wan kept slamming Anakin to the floor. If they’d had ‘sabers in their hands it might be a different story, but Anakin just simply didn’t have the experience with hand-to-hand combat.

So Obi-Wan kept getting him down onto the mat, and every fucking time he’d command, “Yield,” all breathy and cocky. Each time he said it his smile was getting bigger and his eyes were getting darker, and Anakin was so confused at his own emotions. He was so pissed off at getting his ass beat, but when it meant that Obi-Wan was touching him and on top of him and smiling down at him with a predatory look, he was aroused as hell.

With a loud oof Anakin went down again, his back hitting the ground hard and Obi-Wan straddling his hips. “Yield,” Obi-Wan demanded, panting.

“Fuck off,” Anakin muttered, trying to push him off before Obi-Wan could feel the way his cock was hardening in his pants.

But Obi-Wan grabbed Anakin’s wrists and pinned them on the mat next to Anakin’s head, his smile mean and his gaze dark. “Say it,” he growled. “Yield.”

“Why do you insist so much?” Anakin groaned, pressing against Obi-Wan’s hold and doing everything in his power not to moan at the way they didn’t budge.

Obi-Wan leaned down, putting his face right into Anakin’s, their noses pressing together. “Because I want to hear it from that pretty mouth of yours,” he said.

It was so simultaneous, the way both of their eyes widened in shock and the way both of their bodies went rigid. “Pretty-” Anakin started to say, but was cut off by Obi-Wan pushing himself off of him almost violently and scrambling back by digging his heels into the mat.

“Shut up,” Obi-Wan groaned, face in his hands.

Anakin smiled. He’d never seen Obi-Wan flustered before. Especially not flustered over Anakin. “Pretty-” he said again.

“Shut. Up.” Obi-Wan still wouldn’t look at him.

“You want me to shut my pretty mouth up, Obi-Wan?” Anakin snickered, sitting up.

Now Obi-Wan looked at him, eyes full of both contempt and…something else. “Don’t be cruel,” he bit.

Anakin scoffed. “Why not? You’re mean to me all the time, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan frowned. “No I’m not,” he argued. “I’m just…” He took a moment to think, and then, seemingly despite his best efforts, a small smile started to break out on his face. “I am, aren’t I?” Anakin nodded, and Obi-Wan looked down at the mat between his legs, his smile still there, but sad. “I’m sorry, Anakin.”

Anakin blinked, not expecting an apology of all things to come from Obi-Wan. “It’s okay,” he answered immediately. “I just- Why? I thought you and I would’ve been really close, seeing as our masters have history and all.”

Sighing deeply, Obi-Wan leaned back on his palms, looking at Anakin with a thoughtful expression. “Do you know what the first thing you said to me was when you became Master Qui-Gon’s padawan?” he asked. Genuinely Anakin didn’t, so he shook his head. “You said, ‘It’s like we’re brothers now.’”

After waiting a beat for Obi-Wan to elaborate and realizing he wouldn’t, Anakin responded, “And that made you hate me?”

Obi-Wan laughed mirthlessly. “I don’t hate you, Anakin. Quite the opposite, and that’s the problem.”

“Obi-Wan, I don’t-”

“Understand, yes, clearly you don’t,” Obi-Wan sighed again. “But it’s my fault, not yours. It was just… You were so excited for us to be brothers, but I’d always…” He groaned in frustration now, looking up at the ceiling. “I didn’t know what to do when the boy I think I’m probably definitely in love with calls me his brother. I still don’t know what to do with it, and I’ve been taking it out on you.” He now looked back to Anakin, who was gawking at him with wide eyes and his jaw dropped in utter surprise. “I’m sorry, Anakin. It wasn’t fair.”

Not knowing what to say, per usual, Anakin moved to action, scrambling over until he was in Obi-Wan’s lap, grabbing his face and pushing him off balance until he fell back onto the mat, unable to do much but let Anakin kiss him. He didn’t just let Anakin kiss him, though; once the initial shock wore off, he placed his hands on the small of Anakin’s back, meeting his movements and kissing him back.

After what could have been seconds or minutes or hours, Anakin pulled away, both of them smiling and panting and licking their wet lips. “Say it,” Anakin breathed.

Obi-Wan blushed. “I love you.”

Heart about to burst of out his chest, Anakin laughed and shook his head. “I love you too, you bully. But that’s not what I meant. Say it.”

Obi-Wan frowned, searching Anakin’s face and finding no answers. He then finally looked down and saw their position, with Anakin straddling him and pressing him down into the mat, and he rolled his eyes with a smile. “Fine. I yield.”

from this prompt list prompted fic collection on ao3

#sorry to make u wait like that tomi fr. ily <3 #obikin #prompt #my writing

[kassiekole22]

hello_friend

Description: While waiting for a meeting with Fsocitey to start, you and Elliot take a ride on the ferris wheel so you can have some alone time to talk... Warnings: Mention Of Anxiety And Poor Mental Health (But Nothing Very Detailed.), Friends To Lovers, Low-Key Pining. Word Count: 1.5k A/N: So, since the pole ended and I got more votes for writing for Elliot, I decided to finally post this fic that I've been sitting on for a month. I've reread and rewritten this thing over and over because I just can't tell if I'm getting it right. I guess I have the "writing for a new fandom" jitters right now. 😅 If I got something wrong, feel free to let me know in the comments so I can learn from it in the future. I haven't watched the full series yet so I made (Y/N) oblivious to what the meeting with Fsocitey was about, because I honestly didn't really know myself. 😂 And to those people who didn't want me to start writing for Elliot, your votes only made me want to write for him more. 😉 MasterList: 🖤 TagList: @lorebite, @mornandil. (I'm only tagging people from my original taglist, who I know want to read this. So, if you want to be added to the taglist as well, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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Pov: You

I arrived at the old Fun Society building around noon today. I walked quickly towards the building that was now taken over by Fsocitey, who I was joining for a meeting today. When Mr. Robot told me about it, he didn't give me any details on what we would be discussing. I wasn't nearly as skilled with hacking as the others were, so I was pretty much useless to the group, but Mr. Robot had requested that I be there because he seen my potential and wanted me to learn from the others. I approached the door to see Elliot leaned up against the wall, almost as if he was waiting for me - or somebody.

"Hello." I greeted him kindly. I was never one for social interactions but I felt pretty comfortable around Elliot. I felt as if he understood me which made it easier to interact with him.

"Hey." He muttered monotonously as his eyes glanced at me for a moment from under his hood, watching me step closer to the door while taking another drag of his cigarette and tossing it to the ground.

I reached for the door handle and to my surprise, Elliot grabbed my arm, stopping me and making me jump subconsciously. Elliot was never one for physical contact, this I knew. So, I was curious to know what caused this action.

"I-I'm sorry…" He muttered as he let his hand fall to his side, his eyes shifting away from me quickly.

"Oh, no. Don't be. It's ok." I assured him. "What's up?"

"Darlene is late. So, we are waiting to start the meeting until she gets here. I was wondering if you would want to take a walk with me?" He suggested and I smiled before nodding my head. After glancing over at me one last time, Elliot turned and began to walk in the other direction so I followed him away from the building.

The next couple of minutes were pretty quiet as we walked, which I didn't mind. Me and Elliot could just sit in silence for hours and be completely fine just enjoying each other's presence. I began to feel a chill and zipped up my hoodie which Elliot immediately took notice to.

"You cold?" He asked and I nodded shyly. He stayed silent for a moment, chewing on the inside of his cheek as if he was thinking of a solution before looking up at the big ferris wheel a few feet before us. "You wanna go on the ferris wheel to take your mind off of it?"

I looked into his light blue eyes that were now darkened due to the shadow that his hood was casting over them and thought for a moment. It was an odd suggestion to fix the current situation but I noticed the small smirk tugging slightly at his reluctant lips and I couldn't refuse. So, I nodded and followed him to the ride.

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Pov: Elliot

Hello, friend.

Today took an unexpected turn. Though I don't have to tell you that. I bet you didn't expect me to take off with (Y/N) Instead of going inside? To be honest, neither did I. Darlene was late for our meeting so I decided to take this opportunity to be alone with (Y/N). Sure, Mr. Robot would prefer me to me inside, discussing the same shit over and over until Darlene arrives and we get to the important stuff, but I didn't feel like doing that today.

We sit in silence as we begin to approach the top of the ride and I notice that (Y/N) is now shaking slightly.

Shit. She's afraid of heights.

Yes, I know what you're thinking. It was weird of me to suggest it but I want to have her alone. I don't know why, but I just do. And the ferris wheel is the only place I know people won't interrupt us unless Mr. Robot wants to interfere.

"It's ok. The others have rode this thing hundreds of times and have been fine." I assure her and a smile tugs at the corners of her soft lips.

Wait… Shit, I'm staring at her lips again. I hope she didn't notice.

I have to stop doing that…

"So, how have you been?" I attempt to make small talk to break the silence that has once again fallen over us.

Yes, that's a good question. Keep it casual.

"Oh, pretty good. I've been practicing my programming and hacking skills like Mr. Robot asked me to and I think I'm getting better." She responds as her smile grows bigger with a bit of pride.

Good. She deserves to be proud of herself.

"Hey, if you ever need my help with anything-"

"I know. Thank you, Elliot." She says as her expression softens with appreciation. "How have you been?"

"I've been ok. I've been struggling a bit more than usual, but… I'm ok…" I confess as I look down to my shoes.

"I'm sorry to hear that." I look back up to see a look of genuine remorse on her face and I feel my heart stammer slightly.

I need to fucking chill. Shit. Maybe this was a bad idea. Can you help me out of this situation?

"It's ok. Hey, Flipper and Qwerty are doing good though." I chuckle softly to lighten the mood. Her eyes light up at the mention of Flipper and Qwerty and I almost don't notice that I'm smiling again.

I always seem to do that more when she is around.

"That's good! I miss them." She smiles at me and I feel a rush of heat in my cheeks. I remember the first time she came over to my apartment and met them. Her computer had shut down unexpectedly and she panicked and came straight to me. She spent the whole time, sitting on my couch while petting Flipper nervously and watching Qwerty as she nervously chewed on her lip. She thought I didn't notice. But I did. I notice everything about her.

How she taps her nails on any hard surface when she's anxious.

How she does anything to avoid eye contact when she's feeling shy.

How her eyes twinkle when she's happy.

How she blushes when she receives compliments and instantly decides to not believe them. Mr. Robot noticed that when he told her that she has potential to be a good hacker.

Yes. We talk about her. Quite a lot, actually.

Mr. Robot sees her as a distraction… But I think he's wrong…

Hm… She has only been back to my apartment a couple times since the day her computer broke down. And surprisingly, I don't mind having her around there. I swallow thickly as I advert my gaze from her, worried that she would notice the shift in my demeanor.

Fuck.

Things go quiet again and I'm beginning to think about things more. I can't even talk to Krista about most of the things I tell her with no problem. It's like she is the bug in the system that is my self sabotaging mind. Whenever I am around her, she is fixing me, slowly, I can feel it. Hell, now that I really think about it, I've never felt as comfortable talking to anybody like I do with her. Well, her and you.

Wait…

No…

Oh, fuck! Shit! She's you! All this time, I thought I was talking to an imaginary person but I was really talking to her - Well… I guess I mean you now.

I guess I should accept these new feelings and do something about this then…

"(Y/N)…" I stuttered slightly, nervous to speak the words I'm about to speak.

If I'm being honest, friend, I am terrified to make this confession to you. But if I don't, I might regret it.

No. I will regret it. I have to do this.

"I have never felt so comfortable with anybody but you before and I-I think I want to be more than friends." I finally confess and if it wasn't for the ferris wheel cart still swaying just a tiny bit from the ride's most recent movement, I would have thought that time had stood still.

You freeze in your spot and your eyes widen while your mouth falls agape. Even in a state of shock, you still look so beautiful. But I have messed things up. I have ruined what we had between us and scared you away by my confession. I feel my heart thud violently against my ribcage as if it's punishing me for being so stupid. But to my surprise, your shocked expression softens and your mouth shapes into a toothy grin. You're always the prettiest when you're so happy. You stand up, carefully cross our cart and sits down beside me before carefully taking my hand in your own, moving slowly as if you're trying not to startle a wild animal while watching my face for any signs of discomfort.

"C-Can I kiss you?" You ask shyly. My heart melts at the fact that you are so mindful of my hate for physical contact and are considerate enough to ask me before making the first move. I nod and you lean forward before connecting your lips to mine.

Fuck…

You're amazing, friend…

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#mr robot #elliot alderson #elliot alderson x reader #KassieMrRobotFanFics

[seal-writes-stuff]

Deep Down

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: swearing, mental health struggles, heavy suicidal ideation, one NSFW mention

Summary: How deep do you need to sink before you can push yourself back up?

A/N: Hello friends. I’ve recently rewatched “Filth” and I intend to make it everyone’s problem. The bolded part is a prompt taken from here, feel free to request anything on the list! Anyway, hope you enjoy.

Days blur together. One after another, over and over again.

Bruce isn’t sure which one is it today and he doesn’t care either. After the night, he’s had to drag himself through this hellish loop anyway, taking it one hour at a time. Forcing himself to eat. Forcing himself to shower. Forcing himself to go to work, trying his best to ignore the pitying looks of his former colleagues. Most of all, forcing himself to shut out all of his thoughts and go numb. Even a moment of reflection is too much.

Weekends are the worst. Bruce still remembers what he used to do before the night, but none of this seems appealing now, so he just watches TV or sleeps it off. Sometimes both.

Pathetic.

Bruce doesn’t notice it right away, but you always seem to be around lately. Did he give you the spare key? Probably – hell if he knows. What he does know is that he lied to you a lot so you wouldn’t get in the way of his promotion. Wouldn’t stop from achieving… What exactly?

Was it worth it? Why did he even do it?

Just couldn’t help himself, probably.

Doesn’t matter. What matters, though, is that then the night happened and you just kind of stuck around ever since. Cooking him dinner. Cleaning up the place. Talking to him; Bruce is pretty sure he gives you some short answers every time, but their contents don’t make a difference. They seem to satisfy you. That’s all that matters.

Sometimes, when he’s half asleep, Bruce can feel you caressing his head – gently, almost lovingly. Bruce knows his hair is dirty half of the time and you probably pity him too, but he can’t find it in himself to pull away. Maybe that’s the only version of heaven he’s getting. He still doesn’t feel like he deserves that.

Right now, in this very moment, however, things feel different. He’s more aware. His old senses are back and Bruce doesn’t like it. He finds himself on a couch in his own apartment; TV illuminates the room slightly. Bruce rises up on his elbows and sees you in an armchair nearby. Noticing it, you snap out of your thoughts and look at him.

“Hey, Robbo,” you shoot him a sweet smile. As if everything is alright, as if he’s not a complete fucking mess. “What’s up?”

He nods vaguely, settling back on the couch. What is there to say? Still, you keep going.

“How’s your face?”

This brings out some absolutely awful memories; Bruce immediately pushes them aside. He touches his nose and suddenly realizes that it doesn’t hurt anymore.

What does his face look like, though? Does it look like anything?

“Still on my head,” he rasps out. You chuckle.

“That’s nice to hear.”

Silence falls again. One that probably feels comfortable to you but is agonizing for him. A realization that you’ve seen him like this all this time, that you’re seeing him like this now weights heavy on Bruce. He decides to put an end to this, one way or another.

“Why are you here? Don’t you have your own place or something?”

“I like yours.”

Fucking hell. You don’t seem too fazed, and that frustrates Bruce even more.

“Can’t get enough of all the filth?” he gestures around the room, looking away from you.

“I don’t care. Just wanted to see you.”

Bruce hums, hoping it would pass as some kind of answer. Same difference, he thinks. Probably not something you’d want to hear though. You’re still here and that’s a problem; he needs to be harsher. Bruce hates to hurt you like that, but it needs to be done.

For your own good.

“I was thinking about killing myself lately,” he starts in a flat tone, like he’s talking about the weather. “You’ve got any good options in mind? I do.”

“Robbo-”

“They don’t trust me with a gun now, but hey. I can still jump off a bridge, eh? Oh-or I could slit my wrists. Dougie did.”

“Bruce-”

“Or hang myself, I’ve even got-”

“Bruce, stop!” your voice cracks, and Bruce feels a rush of guilt mixed with satisfaction. Finally, he’s doing something right. “I don’t wanna- Do you mean it? Do you mean all of that?”

“Would it fucking matter if I did?”

“Yes. Yes it would.”

He huffs, sitting up straight. Why won’t you listen? Why won’t you go away? Bruce used to be able to force or manipulate anyone into doing whatever he wants. Why doesn’t it work on you? Is he that much of a fucking failure now?

“Why, cause you like feeling like a savior?”

“Wh- No, cause I care about you! I-”

“Just shut up!” he spits. “I’m not as good as you say I am! You have it in your fucking head that I’ve got something deep down. Well, guess what? There’s no deep down. This is me!”

He picks up an empty beer can before flinging it across the room.

“This is me!”

He gestures at his face, still covered in half-healed cuts and bruises.

“That’s it! There’s nothing there! Fuck the deep down. So you can stop digging and save us both some fucking time.”

That’s it. Bruce takes a deep breath, exhausted. He looks at you, trying to put every last bit of disdain he has in that look. He knows you’re trying to help; you’re not the first, but he still hopes that you’ll be the last. It’s not your fault, of course, but you must leave. He’s beyond saving and he knows it. It’s about time you realize it as well.

You open your mouth, then close it again. You don’t seem like you’re pitying him, but you don’t seem angry either. You just seem…

Sad?

“I’m okay with that.”

He blinks, confused.

“What?”

“You’re right. Fuck the deep down. I’m here cause I like you as you are. If…” you look at the floor, as if you’re gathering the courage to keep speaking. “If you think I’m playing a game, whatever. I’m okay with that too.”

You are not leaving. You are still not leaving. Why the fuck are you not leaving, what is he doing wrong, what-

Bruce tries to reply, but all that comes out is a strangled sob.

That's the final straw: Bruce finally breaks. He cries and cries, covering his face to hide from you, even though he knows it's useless. Every feeling, every negative thought he's suppressed surfaces all at once. Bruce feels like he's drowning.

All of a sudden, he realizes he truly wishes he was dead. At least death is finite. Humiliation seems never-ending.

Bruce doesn’t look up, but he hears how you stand up from the armchair with a barely concealed sad sigh. At least you’re done with him. That makes him cry even harder and he doesn’t know why.

Isn’t that what he wanted? Didn’t he finally do something right?

Before his thoughts can spiral any further, Bruce feels you pulling him into a hug. You don’t say anything. He’s grateful for that.

“I'm sorry,” Bruce clutches your shirt like his life depends on it. “I’m fucking- Please don’t leave. Please.”

“Don’t plan on that.”

Time goes by. Bruce doesn’t know if it’s been three minutes or three hours. He knows you’re here and somehow, that’s enough.

As his composure comes back, so does the shame.

“Do you… Wanna watch TV?” he asks awkwardly, not pulling away from your grasp. He hopes, prays even that you don’t mention any of... This.

You don’t.

“Sure. Let’s do it.”

You settle on the couch comfortably, his back against your chest. No kissing, no fucking, just together. Bruce can’t remember the last time he’s been with someone like this, but your body is warm and your touch is inviting, so he just accepts it.

“You know, Robbo, it’d be nice if you washed your hair sometimes,” your nails scratch his scalp gently. “I love you, but you stink.”

“Nobody complained before.”

“Well, did you ask them, or-”

“You know what, go fuck yourself,” Bruce laughs.

“Go fuck me yourself, you pussy.”

“I thought I was gross, no?” his eyes dart away before he finally gathers enough courage to say what he needs to say. “Uh, by the way, thanks. For everything.”

“Ah, it’s alright,” you plant a kiss on top of his head. Bruce closes his eyes and sighs. “Glad to help. Speaking of gross, I took out four bags of trash out of your fridge the other day. Four full bags, man!”

“Yeah, this place can use, um… Some cleaning up.”

“Some? Drug dens are cleaner than this.”

“And you’ve seen a lot of drug dens.”

“Nah, that’s your thing.”

“Right. They all know me by name there. Personal discounts, all that.”

You giggle, cuddling up closer to him, and Bruce feels content. Frank Sidebottom’s show is playing. For the first time in a long while it doesn’t even make Bruce want to smash his head against the floor.

Maybe same rules don’t always apply after all.

#bruce robertson #bruce robertson x reader #bruce robertson imagine #james mcavoy x reader #james mcavoy imagine #filth #seal writes

[nazukisser]

💎🤲🕯️

💎why is writing important to you?

oh... that is certainly a good question ate... its quite like my escape especially when i start writing for a certain fandom. it's dazzling, almost. there's a point where it starts to become a chore because i make it a chore, as i do with everything i like to do. (everything i do becomes a goal, unfortunately, but i'll work with it slowly) but i have so many fic ideas and i just need to get them out i feel so silly

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

it's about me... i'm seeing a pattern out of the questions (i have seen two of the questions so far what pattern) there's some satisfaction that i get out of writing, sometimes it's just that i got something done and i have ample skill enough to do it (debatable, but usually i think i have decent enough skill to) and sometimes i just like putting words together and letting my brain go free... sometimes it's nice

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

hmmm i think that stamped with flowers is taking a bit of a toll on me, though not because the contents are hard, it's just that it's so long. i really didn't plan it out too far when i started, though i've planned most of it now, but i'm really surprised at how long it is... i was thinking about 1.5k words per chapter but they're usually 3 to 3.5k per chapter... oh and i thought that the cuddling hcs with jun keito and ibara were going to be bad but they were received really well i'm very happy! i didn't know where it'd take me at all when i first started writing and was thinking of giving up on it, but i challenged myself and i think it turned out good. anything domicile related... i really don't have a plan, and i might as well talk about my struggle with every fic i write here, but i think the design was really on a whim and whatever looked good at the time... i'm really glad so many people enjoy the design even though if i would redo it, i'd have a more "professional" look to it, i think it'd be more "realistic" in that sense, since i think that companies wouldn't choose this style if it were a popular app

ask game [open!]

#i hope i didn't ramble on too much.... #qian answers #producer swanee

[plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms]

The thing? Do it.

I did it. I also made it worse. Side note, I adore you and I'm glad we're friends. Thank you for gifting me with this plot and this absurdly long drabble is my gift back to you. It's the darkest I've ever written but I've also made myself weep over the plot.

READ THE FUCKING WARNINGS!!

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This is still part of my 1.5k followers celebration. Requests are closed, but I am making my way through the rest of the requests that came in. These are all posted in my One Shot Masterlist.

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Pairing: Serial Killer!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY DARK SMUT CONTENT. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. forced captivity, abduction, intense Stockholm Syndrome, trauma, isolation, prescription drugs, domestic abuse, ANGST, unprotected sex, depression, serial killing, murder-suicide, major character deaths

Word Count: 3.1K (drabble? idk. who gives a shit)

It was too bright. Your eyes squinted against the glare of the afternoon sun that was shining through the tall open windows as you shifted around the too plush sofa. No matter what you did you just couldn’t get used to all this comfort.

“I told you the little window was too high for you to reach, doll. Now you got yourself hurt for not listening,” Bucky said as he wrapped your sprained ankle carefully. You flinched as he squeezed the sore spot, the old mattress squeaking beneath you from the movement.

“I just wanted a bit of sun and fresh air. Please can’t we go outside? Even just for a little while?”

He sighed at your pleading before he stood up and pulled the rope from his back pocket. Your eyes widened in horror and you shook your head rapidly as you scampered away from him. You shrieked in pain as he pulled you back by your injured foot.

“I really don’t wanna tie you up again, doll, but I got no choice. It’s for your own safety.”

Struggling was useless against him as he made quick work of securing your wrists against the headboard. He tied down your leg too but thankfully left the injured one free so he could prop it up on a pillow. He brushed your hair away from your face as you cried, kissing each tear that ran down your cheeks. He smiled sadly down at you. You had been doing so well, but he believed that this was just a minor setback.

“Just be a good girl for me and I’ll take them off again.”

You flinched at the sound of your name. It was too loud. Even with the thick walls and the closed windows you could still hear the traffic from outside, the chattering of passersby, the soft music from the waiting room just outside the door. You’ve spent years in almost complete silence, the only other voice you’ve heard was his and was always in low gruff whispers.

“You’re so beautiful like this, doll,” he whispered every chance he got but more frequently when he was losing himself in your body. “You’re taking my cock so well. You’re made for me.”

“Am I doing good, Bucky?”

“So good, doll,” he grunted as he made his thrusts deeper. “You’re doing so good for me.”

You tried to focus your eyes on the professional looking woman sitting in front of you. You tried to force a small smile on your face to ease the deep worried furrow on her brow. She sighed as she made notes on her pad like she usually does.

“You spaced out for a bit there. Have you been taking your medication?”

You frowned. You hated those pills. You hated how they made your mind muddled and sharper at the same time. You hated how it made you focus on what was your reality now but most of all you hated how it made you start to forget about him.

“Yes, of course. I’m just tired,” you lied.

It has been nearly a year now since you returned home. A year of reunions with a tearful family that you were separated from. A year of medical examinations where they found you physically perfectly healthy. A year of you going to therapy in this room that felt far too warm.

Six years.

You were told more than you recalled for yourself what your old life was, who your family and friends were. You honestly didn’t even know it had been that long. There was no clock or calendar and over time the days just blended together for you. There was nowhere to go either aside from within the four walls of the dark cold basement. There was only the anxious waiting for him to visit you and even now you kept looking to the door hoping that he would walk through it.

“It’s normal to feel angry about what you have been put through. What you endured were inhuman conditions.”

Angry? Were you really angry? Yes, you were but it’s not for the reasons everybody assumed. You were angry that he had given you back. You were angry that unlike all the other girls, you weren’t killed. You were angry that he had broken his promise to you.

“Bucky?” you said softly as you ran a hand over his wide bare chest.

“What is it, doll?” he murmured as he pulled your naked form closer to his, pulling your hand up to press small kisses on your palm and to soothe the fading remnants of rope burns on your wrists.

“Can you do me a favor?”

He raised himself on his elbow to peer down at you with a gentle smile on his face. He leaned down to kiss you softly on the lips. You had never asked anything from him since you had accepted this life with him. You had been his good wife since then, always grateful for whatever he gave you.

“Anything for you, doll. Anything to make you happy.”

“If you get sick of me,” you started. You swallowed the lump in your throat as a frown marred his beautiful face. You rubbed your thumb against the crease in his brow, hating yourself for causing him grief. “If you get sick of me, promise me that you’ll kill me.”

Bucky physically recoiled from you, shocked at your unusual request. He’s told you about the others; the failures, the ones who lacked, the ones who fought too much, the ones who tried to escape. He had killed them all without a second thought because they weren’t perfect.

But you were.

“Promise me that you won’t let me go back there. I don’t want to go back there. Promise me that you will let me die knowing what real love is.”

“Why are you saying this, doll?”

“Promise me that you’ll let me die with you.”

A year of being surrounded by people who were trying their best to shower you with love and support, but you’ve never felt lonelier. You’ve felt more isolated now than you ever did when you only had Bucky because he was enough. He was always enough.

“Did you have a good session, sweetheart?”

The sickly sweet tone of your mother made you wince as you came out to the waiting room. To anyone else it sounded concerned and softly encouraging, but you knew better. Only you could hear the tinge of expectation in her voice. You sat silently in the backseat as your father drove you all home.

“You know the newspapers called again today.”

There it was. The only reason that your parents tolerated you right now when you were practically useless to them. That part you recalled perfectly for yourself when you returned. You remembered how your father was an abusive drunk and your mother was a vicious gambler. Meanwhile you were juggling as many jobs as you could to pay for college and to make sure you all didn’t starve. You worked yourself to the bone and still you came home to a beating and lashing words.

Missing woman escapes serial killer.

The papers and the news went crazy upon your return. The cops finally found a lead in you and they realized that you were the reason why the serial killer they were tracking went dormant suddenly for six years after leaving a trail of unsolved murders. Every talk show, magazine, and news blog suddenly wanted to interview the survivor. Your parents could make a fortune just from you telling your story. There were talks of a book deal too.

But you didn’t talk.

You refused all the interviews. You barely talked to the police and your therapist. You couldn’t betray Bucky like that, but most of all what would you even say? How could you tell anyone how incredibly lonely you felt without him? How could anyone understand that all you wanted was to be back with Bucky? That you ached painfully to be back in his arms. How could you say that you didn’t feel lucky for escaping? That you didn’t even actually escape. That you wouldn’t call yourself a survivor. That you hated the fact that you were alive.

You felt discarded.

You felt betrayed.

You felt heartbroken.

“What he did to you was not love.”

That’s what your therapist said. That’s what everyone had been saying. How dare they? How dare they say that what you and Bucky had was not love? Was this love then? Was it sobbing until you could hardly breath, until your chest constricted painfully, until the agony exhausted you enough to sleep? Was it the pitiful looks you got from the townspeople as they whispered behind your back about how messed up you must be while they tell you how brave you are to your face? Was it the biting sting of a fresh slap from your father because you weren’t recovering fast enough? Was it the clenching pain in your empty stomach after your mother sent you to bed again with no dinner because you were being an ungrateful bitch for refusing to do interviews? Was it the recurring theme of you not being good enough?

Was that love?

Bucky never made you feel like you weren’t good enough. Not once did he make you feel that you were anything less than perfect to him. You were his gal. His doll. His perfect wife. The love of his life. He showered you with praise, affection, and absolutely doted on you. He also never hurt you senselessly. He never hurt you without reason. It was always for your protection, for your own safety and he was always quick to apologize and soothe you afterwards.

That was love.

You were sure of it, but as you clutched your wedding band in your fist and held it close to your chest you couldn’t help feeling like you were losing your faith. The tears flowed again to further wet the pillow, silently this time but even heavier now in your chest. Why would he let you go? The same question that plagued you for the last year ran through your head once more as you fell into a fitful sleep.

Sleep for you was more like a thick muddy oblivion since your return, but it was a welcome reprieve. It was the only way you could see him again. It was the only way you could see your life again by his side. It was the only way you could hear his voice.

“I’m here now, doll.”

The tears slipped through your closed eyes as a longing smile curved your lips. You missed him terribly. You whimpered as you felt the ghost of his touch on your cheek, the familiar rough texture of his palm offering the comfort you had been seeking. You fought the pull of your consciousness, begging to remain in the peaceful darkness but his voice continued to call out to you. Slowly, your tired eyes fluttered open but surely you were still sleeping or hallucinating.

“Bucky?” you whispered, careful not to allow the hope in your heart to get too loud.

He smiled at you, that boyish smile that was your favorite on him. “I’m here. It’s me.”

All drowsiness in you vanished as you flung yourself onto him, clinging tightly in fear that he would suddenly vanish and the loneliness would take over once more. You cried into his neck, your breathing ragged as you tried to take up as much of his scent as you could and your fingers digging into his back. You protested as he pulled you off gently, cooing at you sweetly that it was okay. He wasn’t going anywhere. He would not leave you.

“I just wanna look at you, doll. I missed your face.”

He held your face carefully in both hands as if you were made of glass, his thumbs smoothing the tear tracks on your cheeks. His eyes were swimming with guilt, seeing you like this broke his very spirit and it was his fault. He swore he thought he was only doing what was best for you. He thought he was doing the right thing. Isn’t that what you were supposed to do? That if you love someone then you set them free.

“I love you,” he said, his voice cracking as his own misery of being apart from you started to pour. “I’m so sorry, baby. I thought you would be happier.”

“I’m not,” you whimpered. “Why would you throw me away?”

“No! No, doll. No,” he muttered repeatedly as he planted urgent kisses all over your distressed expression. “It wasn’t like that. I didn’t want to. I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry. I love you.”

It hurt him to let you go. It hurt him to leave your unconscious body in a parked cop car, careful to tuck the blanket close to you so you wouldn’t get cold. It hurt him to call that same police station and notify them of your return, ordering them to make sure you were treated with the utmost care. Most of all it hurt him to see the sadness and betrayal on your beautiful face every damn day for the last year from a distance. He let you go, but he never left you alone. He couldn’t bear to, but he also couldn’t just show himself to you. He had to let you get the chance at a normal life. A life he couldn’t give you. A life he thought you deserved.

He hesitated, chewing on the inside of his lip as he went back and forth, before he gingerly pressed a kiss against your lips. He pulled away immediately, afraid that you would reject him after how he had hurt you but you closed the gap and molded your lips firmly against his. You choked on a sob as the kiss deepened, sagging against him as the relief flooded you at finally being able to taste him again. He tugged you closer, urgently now as the need to be as close to you as possible became his only thought.

I’m sorry.

I love you.

He whispered between sloppy kisses, your heartbeats syncing as they built into a crescendo while you tore at each other’s clothes. Your own mind was solely focused on reacquainting yourself with Bucky. You didn’t think about the risk of your parents waking up and walking in on you both. You didn’t register the dark red wetness on his clothes before you took them off or the light splattering of the same on his collarbone. You didn’t register the hard clanging of his knives as they fell to the floor, staining the wood in crimson.

He laid you beneath him, blazing a trail down your body with his mouth. He pawed, gripped, smacked, and pulled at every dip and curve that he had missed. He’s only had the memory of your pliant body beneath him to warm his nights and just feeling you rubbing against him almost made him come undone.

“I need to taste you, baby.”

He pushed himself further down until he could dive his face into your weeping cunt, groaning at your familiar sweet taste. His tongue and his mouth made you know exactly how he felt; delirious with unleashed desire, hungry for your pleasure, determined to make up for lost time. He knew your body, trained it even to respond to him at his will. It wasn’t long until his expert mouth tossed you off the edge and sent you screaming into your first orgasm.

You were still in the throes of your release when he raised himself to spear into you and immediately started a relentless pace, cursing loudly at how your walls were clenching tightly around him. He pounded into you with purpose, desperate thrusts and frantic fingers on your aching clit that sought to remind you that only he could make you feel this good.

“Cum for me, my good girl,” he grunted as he railed into you, snapping his hips hard until you spasmed uncontrollably beneath him and drowned his thighs in your release.

You completely lost in your pleasure and your fluttering walls around him dragged him viciously into his own climax, flooding your cunt with his spend with a guttural growl. He held you close after, pumping in deeply into you to keep you full of his cum and his cock as he kissed you.

It was the most restful sleep that you have had in the last year. His seed sticky on your thighs and your cunt sore from the activities, but you had never felt more at peace than you did now. Bucky watched you as you slept, tracing your features with a gentle finger and smiling softly at how gorgeous you were to him.

Steve had left to be with the love of his life and it had propelled Bucky to find that for himself too. His best friend leaving made him realize that he was incomplete, that he longed for someone to be his person too. Someone who would never leave him. It was a difficult process of trial and error until he found you. He found the love of his life. He finally found his person.

He lifted himself, silently moving to roll you flat on your back and straddled your hips. He lovingly brushed your hair away from your face, a quiet tear rolling down his cheek as he again regretted how he had hurt you. His hands came up to tenderly circle your throat, his metal arm glinting in the darkness alongside the wedding band he wore that was identical to yours. As his grip on your throat tightened and your breathing grew constricted, he saw the corner of your lips curl up in a grateful smile.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your eyes opening momentarily to get one last look at him before they started to glaze over. “I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you, doll.”

His hands twisted in a practiced way and the sharp crack of your neck echoed through the silence of the night as he finally fulfilled his promise to you. He kissed you one last time before he got off you, grabbing his gun from the discarded pile of his belongings.

You were everything to him. He would do anything for you. No one would hurt you now. Not your fake friends. Not your parents. Not even him. He laid down next to you, smiling at you with all the love that was bursting out of his chest and pressing the barrel of the gun against his temple.

This was the end of the line.

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I was meant to be yours [A. C]

Adrian Chase x reader

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: this is literally something I wrote because I'm obsessed with that song and wanted to indulge myself. I'll leave you the clip below (I think she had a good time on tiktok, maybe you know it) it's very good and I can imagine Adrian singing it. I hope you like it!

Meant to be yours

"I'm home, my love!" you said to nothing. It was late and surely he would already be home, since he had promised you not to do patrols that night and instead spend time with you "Adrian?" you insisted, without hearing any answer. You had begun to resign yourself to the idea that surely one of his friends had an emergency and had asked for his help, as usual, when suddenly you heard music coming from your shared room. You knew what song it was, the same one he had been listening to for almost the past week.

You chucked me out like I was trash,

For that you should be dead—

You could hear in the distance. They were the opening lines of the Heathers musical song 'Meant to be yours'. Adrian and you had gone to the theater to see him a few days ago and he seemed to have become obsessed with the songs, something you didn't imagine could interest him. He regularly put them in the background when he was busy doing other things, but this time it was different. You sneaked up the hall and saw the door to your room ajar, so you peeked inside a bit and you could see the boy in a long trench coat that surely belonged to you. You smiled slightly as you understood what was happening.

But! But! But!

Then it hit me like a flash, the boy moved with both hands, deftly opening them to resemble the flash of a camera and you tried to contain your laughter.

What if high school went away instead' he continued, taking a dramatic turn and facing you. He wasn't wearing his glasses, looking younger.

You suddenly froze, afraid that he would be upset that you were spying on him, but instead he grinned and pointed one of his fingers at you as if he had just had a revelation.

Those assholes are the key!

They're keeping you away from me! carefully he walked up to you and pulled you by the hand, to take you into the room, without ever leaving his role.

They made you blind, messed up your mind

But I can set you free! he promised you. You had begun to understand where things were going and had already smiled in anticipation. You had only seen the musical once, but you remembered very well the development of the scene.

You left me and I fell apart,

I punched the wall and cried—

Bam! Bam! Bam! the volume of his yelling made you jump in place a bit and you didn't notice how steady his voice was until this moment.

You liked that side of him, he was a little... unhinged. More than normal.

Then I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside!

And so I built a bomb

Tonight our school is Vietnam!

Let's guarantee they'll never see their senior prom!

The chorus was coming, you knew, and when he started to sing, he took you by the hand again and looked at you with his eyes shining, completely in love.

I was meant to be yours!

We were meant to be one!

Don't give up on me now!

Finish what we've begun!

I was mean to be yours!

So when the high school gym goes boom with everyone inside—

Pchw! Pchw! Pchw! he had already released you and did a little dance accompanying this that made you laugh.

In the rubble of their tomb

We'll plant this note explaining why they died!

Adrian gave the speech of what those students were supposed to have written in the petition they had signed, perfectly remembering the words and with a lost look. You started to get a little scared because he really sounded like a murderer, although you knew perfectly well that it was your boyfriend. I mean, he was a killer, but he seemed a little more psychotic.

We'll watch the poor smoke out the doors.

bring marshmallows,

We'll make s'mores!

We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!

Again he sang the chorus, with the same passion and love as before, but this time when he took your hand you felt how he pressed it harder than it should, almost hurting you. Then he pulled you roughly towards his chest and this scared you away because his breathing was heavy and his eyes were a darker green.

You were meant to be mine!

I am all that you need! in this second verse you tried to let go, but he didn't let you.

You open my heart!

Can't just leave me to bleed!

After this, you finally broke free and ran to the bathroom to lock yourself in there. You still didn't know if it was to keep letting him do his little act or because you were seriously scared.

You felt how he hit the door, hard, and again you jumped in fright.

Y/N, open the—open the door, please' he began, voice strong and demanding. But soon it faded to a gentle voice.

Y/N, open the door.

Y/N, can we not fight anymore, please he sang, almost in a groan. When you had seen the musical, you had sworn that you would never have let JD in, but now that it was Adrian who was begging behind that door the situation was completely different.

Can we not fight anymore'

Y/N, sure, you're scared,

I've been there. I can set you free!

Y/N, don't make me come in there!

I'm gonna count to three! he had gone back to that serious and angry voice as if you really refused to let him in.

One! Two! Fuck it!

You thought maybe he would be more dramatic, but it was enough for him to slide the goatee in his hand and he could meet you. You were there, standing in front of him, but when he saw you, he put his hands over his lips as if he were looking at a corpse. Though of course it was supposed to be.

Oh my God! Do not! Y/N!

Please don’t leave me alone’ he sobbed, while he came closer and tenderly held your face with his hands. It looked like he was about to cry.

You were all I could trust

I can't do this alone… he whispered, his voice broken and pleading. You had really forgotten that it was all about one of Adrian's antics, you were feeling like Veronica herself under his desperate touch.

Probably if Adrian had asked you to go with him to bomb a school, you would have thought twice before saying no.

Still I will if I must! he broke away again and sang the last line, barely missing the notes. Then you heard him sharpen his voice considerably.

Y/N! he said, making you smile at his imitation of the female voice 

I brought you a snack… Y/N? he asked. He then pretended to scream while the soundtrack did and finally it all ended, leading to another song that he had put on Youtube autoplay.

You didn't want to say anything, because you were stunned. You never thought you would see such a show.

“You know, I expected to see a lot of things when I got home, but this definitely wasn't on the list” you managed to say, while he laughed and picked up his glasses from the table where he had left them “I didn't know you could sing so well"

"I have many talents that you don't know about yet," he said coquettishly, as he approached you and took your waist with both hands. Now he wasn't rough anymore, he was just tender like always.

“Have you ever thought about being an actor? Trust me you're convincing” you complimented him, making him blush “For a moment I freaked out. You looked really… crazy”

"I am. I'm crazy about you” he smiled at you, leaning closer to steal a kiss from you. It was different from his normal kisses, this one was a bit more mischievous and deeper. You felt him bite your lip, hard, and you bit back a groan. A little pleasure, a little pain “You're so pretty when you humor me,” he said, affectionately.

"You almost always look cute when you do stupid things, so I can't help it" you replied, in the same way "By the way, is that coat mine?"

“Maybe,” he murmured, innocently, “But that doesn't matter now. Let's go outside, you must be tired from your day. I will cook you dinner and in the meantime you can tell me how it went”

“By ‘cook’ do you mean heating something from the refrigerator in the microwave?”

"Yes, but it sounds more romantic when I say I'll cook you dinner, don't ruin the moment" he snorted, as he took your hand and brought it to his lips to kiss it.

“My cute little psycho,” you told him lovingly, while you kissed his nose.

“I'm not a psycho” he answered, almost offended “I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research”

“That's from Sherlock, I know. I will never leave you the television again, nor take you to any play. You absorb the personality of every character you see” you laughed, kissing him again and then being led into the kitchen for him to pamper you.

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I think I've already asked, but I forgot, can you do a MadThomas hot? Well hot 🙈

Two fics in two days, never been heard of

Another chance

Mad Thomas x fem!reader

Summary: you and Thomas were childhood friends but drifted apart until the full moon party when he catches you on your way

Warnings: sex (outdoors), swearing, alcoholism, dick Thomas as usual, slight angst, angst to smut (feel free to tell me if there’s anymore)

Word count: 1.5k

You had known Thomas since you and your mother first settled into union, you, only a few years old. The two of you often found yourselves playing games in the grass behind the church or when you became older, playing in the river that neighboured the settlement within the woods.

It was only when he found comfort in ale and beer rather than you. The first time you found him drunken and collapsed on the floor was a few days after your 16th birthday. You were on your way home when you spotted a figure laying still on the ground beside the outhouses. Usually you would assume it to be someone like mr.Fier, but you knew well enough from the size of the man it was not him.

You nudged the shoulder of the man, rolling him onto his back. “Thomas?” You stepped back “what on heavens are you doing?”

The man stirred awake looking up at you through squinted eyes. “Y/N.. you look- you look pretty..” His words were slurred and almost inaudible.

“Thomas. Are you drunk?!” You furrowed your eyebrows looking down at him. “What would your father say! Get up. Now!” You demanded him.

Gripping the wood of the outhouse he tried to steady himself, his drink still in his hand. “Come here.” You sighed, taking his arm over your shoulder. “If anyone sees us, you're dead Thomas.” You whispered trying to lighten the mood.

“Why would that be so bad now?” He tilts his head closer to yours. “Don’t you know, people predict us to be wed.”

Did they really? You had never heard of this. Well of course you heard perhaps the small comment talking of your fondness or one another, but nothing near to the two of you getting married.

Thinking back to it, you probably shouldn’t have said what you had, but in that moment you felt as though you had nothing to lose. So what if he didn’t say what you had hoped, it wasn’t as though he would remember. “And what do you think about this?”

You felt your cheeks flush at the sound of your own words. “Hmm, wouldn’t you like to know, girl.” He leans in, his breath tickling against your neck.

“As if, Thomas-“

“Hey now, don’t be so defensive, if you really want me to be honest, it wouldn’t be my worst choice.”

The moment felt surreal, was this some kind of confession? Either way, there was nothing to stop how giddy you felt, apart from him regurgitating his drinks all over your shoes, that was sort of a mood killer.

—

Unfortunately, that wedding never came, and that drunken state never left.

Everyday walking through union you’d have to face that version of your future that never happened. “Now where are you off to, girl.” Tommy strode up to you, following beside you as you walked. “I’m off to give my mothers gifts to the millers, and you Thomas?” You avoided eye contact.

The man thought for a second. “Nowhere special. Besides, I’m surprised to see that you’ve not been wed yet, such a young and pretty face, put to such a waist.”

“Quit it Thomas.” You spat, quickening your pace as the man's words soon became cruel and condescending as they always did.

“Hey!” He yelled after you, but you gave him no attention back, reaching the miller's house.

—

The full moon party soon approached, only a few hours away, after nightfall. They happened every so often, but you were frilled every time. It was a night where there’s no elders, no union and no morals. It was a time where you were finally free.

Watching out your window, you waited for the sun to finally set and for your family to finally rest.

Finding the time to be appropriate, you dressed yourself with your cloak and fled.

The night spring air was cold to the skin, sending a shiver down your spine as you clutched your cloak tightly around your body.

“Now, where are you off to, girl?” A voice rang out from behind you. Turning, you found yourself face to face with none other than Thomas.

You furrowed your brow glaring at the man. “I could ask you the same thing.” You crossed your arms.

“Fair enough.” The man shrugged resting against the outhouse wall. You noticed the way he was acting was, well, normal. “You’re not drunk?”

He froze. “No..no I’m not, would you prefer me to be?”

Maybe his tone wasn’t just apparent when he was drunk. “I’m glad.” Your voice quietened, your tone more serious. “If only you’d stay like this.”

He scoffed, walking up to you. “Would that keep you happy?” His hand travelled up to your jaw, you not even thinking to stop him.

You felt as your body became hot from the smallest touch. “Yes.” You let out a breathy response.

You watched the moonlight trickle across his features. “Can I kiss you?” He whispered, giving you a small nod in response.

His lips were dry and chapped, but you couldn’t get enough, the feeling intoxicating. You jumped as you felt his hand run down you back, groping your lower half. “Thomas!” You pulled away. “You shouldn’t, we’re in public.”

“Since when has that ever been a problem for you?” Your hand went to slap him but he grabbed your wrist, holding it in the air. “Don’t act like I’m lying.”

“Curse you Thomas, curse you! You said you loved me, yet you left me! All you’ve ever done is hurt me Thomas!”

He paused, letting go of your wrist, a pained expression in his eyes. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Well you did.” You say bluntly, your eyes tearing up. “Do you get it now?”

He stepped back looking at you, the realisation of how much damage he really caused hitting him at the sight of tears rolling down your cheeks. His hand reached out to you only for you to step away. “Enough Thomas!” You reached your hand up, finally slapping him across the face, him accepting the act of violence.

Before you could tell again, he grabbed your wrist pulling you close to him, his lips hitting yours. You were angry, but you couldn’t resist. You channeled your frustration into him, kissing him messily.

“You’re insufferable.” You whined into the kiss as his hand reached up pulling your shirt undone. He smirked, his hand travelling down to grab your behind.

You gasped as you felt him pick you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he slammed you against the back of the outhouse. You felt his hand ride up your thigh, his lips attaching to your neck, pressing not so gentle kisses along your collarbone.

“Thomas.” You breathed out as you felt his hand dive fully under your dress. With one hand, you too reached down, pulling at the man's waistband. “Thomas hurry.” You muttered the man releasing you to undo his belt, throwing it to the ground.

Undoing the button he hitched down his trousers. Eagerly, the man gripped your thigh lifting it, level to his hip. Reaching down, you took him in your hand, aligning him with your entrance. Following your advancement, the man used his spare hand to grab your hip, pushing into you slowly.

“Shit.” Thomas groaned at the sensation, furrowing his eyebrows. “Language.” You let out a breathy laugh. “I doubt those morals overpower the sin we are committing right now.” He lent in kidding you again. “I wish I could’ve given you everything you deserved.” He said in between slow gentle thrusts. “I ruined myself. I ruined you. And I’m so sorry.” He kisses along your jaw.

“Oh, Thomas.” You frowned, rubbing the man's neck. It was hard to forgive him. Everything he had done. It wasn’t something you could just leave in the past, but you were willing to give in for just that moment. “It’s..okay.”

He lifted his head. “I just want another chance.”

You probably shouldn’t have said it but it’s all you could bear to utter. “Okay.”

You felt as the man's pace quickened, his hips rutting against yours. “God Thomas, I’m close.” You whined into the crook of his neck, your nails clawing into his back. “I need it please.” You threw your head back, hitting it against the outhouse wall but all you could think about was Thomas and how he made you feel.

“Don’t worry, me too.” Thomas whispered into your ear placing gentle kisses down your neck as his thrusts hardened.

Rubbing circles into your clit, you felt as you reached your climax, your arms wrapped tightly around Thomas’ neck as you did so. You felt your thighs twitch as he pulled out, him readjusting his pants.

“Y/N”

“Yes?” You looked up, fixing your dress.

“I love you.”

You reached up, placing a small kiss on his lips. “Okay, thomas.”

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[tommybaholland]

when they’re grumpy but their s/o wants attention [1.5k follower special]

featuring: kuroo, kenma, akaashi, nishinoya, and kageyama

thank you for sharing this fun celebration with me! can’t wait to host more :) enjoy! x 

kuroo

he’s not super temperamental but he can develop a short fuse when he’s stressed or overwhelmed 

you’ll try to get him to take a break but he gets stern really quick 

when he doesn’t give in like usual, you take defeat and leave the room

he immediately feels bad that he snapped at you 

he will hug and kiss you until you accept his ample apology 

“oh. hey, beautiful,” your boyfriend greeted after you wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind.

“what are you doing?” you asked, leaning down to look at the screen. 

“just work again.”

“do you wanna take a break and come cuddle with me?” 

“i wish i could, babe, but i need to get this done.”

“but you’ve been working forever. please, tetsu?” you give him your best pouty, puppy dog eyes that he always falls for. 

“not right now,” he replies shortly. 

you start playing with his hair, something you know he can’t resist. 

“babe, seriously. i’ll come cuddle with you later. now, please, i need to finish this. can you just leave me alone for another half hour?”

“fine.” 

“no, baby. wait--” the door slammed behind you before he could finish his sentence. he swears under his breath, knowing that he hurt your feelings. he quickly exits his work and gets up to go find you. 

you’re sitting on the couch, looking at something on your phone. he saunters over and immediately puts his head in your lap. 

“i’m sorry, kitten. i shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. i’ve been stressed with everything lately but that’s no excuse because you don’t deserve that. i’m sorry.”

you sigh and try to get up but he stops you by wrapping his arms around your hips, pressing his face into your midsection. 

“no, baby, please don’t go. i need you and your cuddles. pleeeeaaasssseee,” he pleads, hugging you tighter. he feels your stomach vibrate against his face and he looks up to see you laughing lightly. 

“what’s so funny?” he chuckles with you. 

“nothing,” you reply, putting a hand in his hair. “you’re just so cute.”

“does this mean you forgive me?” he asks, sitting up. 

“i suppose you can be forgiven.”

“i’ll take it. now, c’mere.” he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him to accept the many kisses he places on your cheek. 

kenma

he gets frustrated or irritated kinda easily 

mostly when he can’t complete a stage in one of his games 

he can displace his anger onto you when you want to snuggle up to him 

he doesn’t realize what he did until later when he finds you sitting by yourself

he has a simple apology but he makes up for the lack of attention he’s given you 

you always knew where to find kenma. in his room, playing a game. if it’s new, you probably won’t see him for a while as he tries to spend all his free time trying to complete it so visits to his house were frequent. 

even if you had an outing planned, he would try to get in some gameplay beforehand. 

“hey, ken,” you greeted as you entered his room.

he doesn’t respond for a few seconds as he vigorously mashes buttons to defeat the battle he was on. he lets out a frustrated grunt as the ‘lose’ screen taunts him before turning to you. 

“oh, hey.” 

“are you ready to go?” 

“yeah. um, let me just try one more time to beat this,” he negotiates. 

“okay,” you reply as you sit close next to him. he restarts the stage and you watch him play until you yawn and start to lean your head on his shoulder. 

“y/n, i can’t do this while you’re-- oh, god. no!” 

he loses again, causing him to harshly nudge you off his shoulder. 

“ugh, i was so close just then. why do you have to lean on me like that?”

“i’m sorry. i was just kinda tired.”

“well, maybe you should get more sleep so you don’t make me lose again,” he snaps. he mutters under his breath before picking the controller back up and starting again. 

he barely even notices you’re gone until he completes the stage on the next round. he gets up and goes to look for you. he finds you sitting outside his house, presumably waiting for him. he frowns, feeling guilty about what he said to you and continued playing instead of apologizing to you. you could’ve been sitting out here forever. 

“y/n?” he says softly, getting your attention. “i’m sorry. i was mad at the game, not you. i didn’t mean it like that. i’m ready to go now if you want.” 

you’re not totally convinced which prompts him to sit down next to you. he leans his head on your shoulder just like you had to him earlier. he slowly reaches his hand over to yours, interlocking your fingers. 

“i really like when you lean on me. please don’t listen to anything i say when i’m playing games.”

you sigh. “it’s okay. i forgive you. let’s go.” 

he nods, standing up with his hand still in yours. 

“can i have a hug?” he asks cutely, his other hand reaching for your elbow. 

you grin and nod, letting him pull you into him. he hugs you tightly, his fingers tickling your back as they brush across. he pulls away, his hands moving to hold either side of your head to kiss the tip of your nose. 

“okay, let’s go.” 

he holds your hand the whole way there. 

akaashi

he’s pretty calm and not quick to yell like kuroo but he can let stress take over easily

he’ll try to take a nap to relieve it but you come over as a surprise 

he doesn’t take it too well and ‘snaps’ at you 

you end up leaving his house completely and now he feels like he can’t just nap this one away

hugs and cuddles you as he apologizes 

he had finally felt the sweet embrace of his bed after the longest day ever. he just wanted to sleep it all away, easing his aching muscles. what felt like seconds later, he heard your voice. 

“keiji,” you roused, rubbing a hand over his back. “are you sleepy, babe?”

he groaned, shifting over to face away from you. 

“i’m trying to nap, baby. what are you doing here?”

“i just wanted to surprise you. you seemed like you were having a bad day,” you explained.

“yeah. i was. and you just woke me up.”

“oh, i’m sorry. i can rub your back if you want.”

“i want to take a nap. alone.”

“oh. i, um-- okay,” you stuttered, getting up quickly and leaving the room without another word. 

he couldn’t go back to sleep after that. you wanted to make him feel better and he only pushed you away. he quickly got out of bed, hoping he could catch up with you. you weren’t very far from his house as he rushed down the street. 

“y/n? please, wait!” 

you stop in your tracks but don’t turn around. his heart is hammering against his chest as he stops behind you, trying to catch his breath.

“i’m...sorry.”

“why are you apologizing? i’m the one who ruined your nap,” you reminded him. 

he walks around to stand in front of you, pretty eyes looking down at your wilted figure.

“no, you didn’t, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. i was being a jerk and didn’t need to say that to you. i think i need you more than i need a nap. although, you and a nap would be nice, too.” 

your lips perked up slightly in a smile, making him lean down to get a better look at your face.

“is that a smile i see? no, don’t hide it. c’mere, beautiful.”

he takes you in his arms, hugging you tightly. he rocks you from side to side as he leans his head on top of yours. 

“i would love for you to join me for some cuddles. but i’ll probably fall asleep.”

you agree, smiling at him before he gives you a sweet kiss. he leads you back to his house where you go back into his room. you get all comfy under the covers with him lying on top of you, his head on your chest. 

he kisses your cheek a few times before laying down. “thank you, baby.” 

nishinoya 

he’s usually a very bright and happy-go-lucky boy but he can get irritated 

he’ll get way too amped up about something and then get frustrated when it doesn’t play out how he thinks 

he does get loud when he lets it all out on you as you’re trying to comfort him 

you try to hide your tears and leave him alone but he cannot believe he just yelled at you 

he will literally get on his hands and knees as he apologizes 

you liked to meet up with him after his practice so that you could walk home together. seeing him in the gym, you decided to surprise him by placing your hands on his shoulder and using him to brace yourself as you jumped into the air, which is something he would often do to you and his teammates. 

“hey, sweetie,” he greeted after turning around, looking kinda solemn.

“you ready to go?”

“yeah. let’s go.”

you followed him out but he didn’t take your hand like he would whenever you walked home. he could never hide his feelings though.

“ugh, i missed almost every dig today. every one! i’m so pissed, i’m going to do so many push-ups-- what are you doing!?”

he snatched his hand away from you when you tried to hold it. you winced at his sudden outburst. 

“um, i just wanted to hold your hand.”

“are you even listening to me? i’m really pissed off right now, babe.”

“i- i’m sorry,” you apologized. his heart broke when he heard the break in your voice and seeing your eyes become glossy. what was worse, he was the cause of it. 

you tried to push the tears back into your eyes. “i’ll walk by myself.” 

he grabbed your wrist quickly to stop you. “no, wait.”

you couldn’t hold it in and started sobbing. your hands coming up to cover your face. 

“don’t cry, beautiful,” he consoled, wrapping his arms around you. “that was stupid of me to yell at you. i love when you want to hold my hand. my emotions just got the best of me.”

“it’s, it’s okay,” you sobbed, wiping your eyes. 

“no, it’s not!” he declares. “what do i have to do to make it okay? please tell me, sweetheart.”

“oh, i know--”

“that’s okay, noya. you don’t have to--”

he was literally on his hands and knees in the middle of the road asking for your forgiveness. 

“oh, my sweet, beautiful, gorgeous, smart, strong s/o! will you please forgive me and my idiot self for being a bad boyfriend?”

“noya, you’re not a bad boyfriend. please get off the ground.”

“not until you forgive me!” he wraps his arms around your middle, pressing his face into your tummy. 

“okay, okay. i forgive you,” you laughed. 

“yay!” he jumps up and into your arms, kissing you many times on the head. “you are my favorite person and i can’t stand to see you cry.” 

“now will you hold my hand?”

“of course. can i kiss you too?” 

kageyama

he’s known to be habitually grumpy 

he enjoys your presence the most so if he starts getting short with you, you know something’s bothering him 

yells like noya but you’ve heard it before so you’re able to leave him to cool off 

he’ll eventually realize he was being dumb and didn’t need to yell at you

but he’s not the smoothest at apologizing  

kageyama did not like school. he’d rather play volleyball for the rest of his life. he was good at it, he memorized all the plays, and he could understand it. but when he actually does study and still gets a bad grade, you’ll never hear the end of it.

“ugh, this is so stupid. i thought i studied enough!” he vented as you two sat in his room together. 

“it’s alright, tobi. we’ll just try something different next time, that’s all,” you consoled, patting him on the shoulder 

“pft. easy for you to say,” he grumbled.

“excuse me?”

“you get good grades all the time without any effort. it doesn’t make sense.”

“i actually try very hard and i want to help you--”

“well, i don’t need your help!” he blurts out, shifting away from your touch.

your lips draw into a hard line “that’s fine. i just don’t want you to get discouraged about school, that’s all. you know i care about you,” you reasoned. you could tell he was already on a short fuse and were currently trying to defuse him. 

“i just think that you should--”

“look, you’re not my mom! can you just shut up about this now? i’m done talking about it.”

you nod quietly before packing up your things and leaving. it was obvious he needed some time to himself and you weren’t about to be on the receiving end of his aggressions. 

later that night, there was a knock on your door. it was none other than your grumpy boyfriend who looked rather remorseful. 

“uh, hi.”

“what’s up?”

“i, i know you probably don’t want me here right now but i just wanted to say that i’m sorry.”

you simply nodded, the silence allowing him to keep talking. 

“i was being a dumb jerk. i know you care about me and i really, really care about you. i feel like i don’t appreciate you enough for everything that you do for me.” he looks down, ashamed of how unfulfilling his love seems compared to yours. 

“that’s not true, tobi,” you negate, reaching to him. “i know you care about me. you just have a different way of showing it. like coming here late at night with a-- is that a bento box?” 

“it’s some snacks my mom helped me make. she said this is good brain food. i was hoping you could help me with some homework.  also,” he looks away from you once more.

“i can’t go to the tournament if i don’t pass japanese lit. could you please help me?”

you look him up and down for a few moments before grinning. “of course i can.”

you let him into the house. you feel a tugging on your shirt and turn around to see him standing there awkwardly. 

“yes?”

“would you-- can you hug me, please?”

you don’t respond except with a smile and simply wrap your arms around his waist. he hugs you tightly, burying his face in your neck. 

“thank you. love you so much.” 

he has lots to learn, but he’ll get there and one day, it’ll be as easy as volleyball. 

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[garbinge]

Already Said Yes.

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x OC Samantha Crown

Summary: After an unexpected kiss between lifelong best friends, Benedict and Samantha, the young Lady swoops in to offer a helping hand in controlling the gossip surrounding the Bridgerton family the day after her friend’s eldest brother was left at the alter. Little does she know her bold move would be matched by one bolder.  A/N: I am two episodes away from finishing s2 of Bridgerton and as every episode passes I adore Benedict more and more. He deserves a friends to lovers storyline and if Netflix won’t give it to him, I will lol. I was hit with this idea as I watched the promenade scene and thought I’d switch it up a bit. This is my first time writing for Bridgerton so my wording might be off but I tried to keep it  sounding as canon and timely (while romantic) as possible! I hope you enjoy :) 

Word Count:1.5k

“Ben- Mr. Bridgerton.” Her arm swooped in to loop with the mans. Benedict quickly reacted to the bold action by looking rather stunned and confused until he turned and was met with his friend’s familiar face. Samantha was grinning at him from ear to ear as her hand rested on his forearm and they walked in sync.

“Lady Crown. Your gesture while appreciated might be seen as inappropriate to the ton.” His voice was at a whisper but still easy to hear by the surrounding Bridgerton family.

The youngest Bridgertons were giggling and Colin’s face wasn’t free of a smile either. But Violet, Lady Bridgerton, shared the same concern Benedict had verbally stated although his face said something else entirely.

“You are promenading to hasten the gossip of the eldest Bridgerton brother are you not, Ben-, Mr, Bridgerton.” She caught herself yet again.

“That we are, Lady Crown.” Violet’s voice spoke up.

“My boldness was not an act of rebellion or jester, it was merely a scheme to speed up the talk on the town. We all know that soon a new scandal shall reveal itself leaving yesterday’s wedding talk of the past and I took it upon myself to hasten things.”

“While bringing another Bridgerton brother down with you? Doesn’t seem like a well thought through plan, Samantha.” Anthony now spoke, using the woman’s given name.

Benedicts arm eased, almost as if he was trying to speak to the woman attached to his arm without words, much like they had the night prior.

“The Bridgerton name will be in the society papers regardless, Lord Bridgerton. Wouldn’t we rather it be about Lady Samantha Crown—I am the daughter of an Earl if you recall, and the move she planted onto Mr. Bridgerton along the waterfront or would you rather them talk about your failed nuptials?”

“I’ll have you know-“ Anthony began to argue but Violet cut him off.

“I believe thanks and gratitude are what you wanted to offer our lifelong family acquaintance, Anthony.” Violet spoke giving a nod to Lady Crown that she delivered back.

“Mr. Bridgerton, would you care to take me down to the waterfront and treat me to a cup of tea? Perhaps a laugh and some uncomfortable closeness to get the printing press really heated up?” Her eyebrows wiggled.

Benedict’s smile grew, he adored this woman.

“Your wish is my command, Lady Crown. We shall get your name clean, Anthony, you have my word.” Benedict was leading the woman to the empty tent that sat alongside the river.

“You are a bloody genius, might I say, Samantha.”

“My true question is, are you prepared for what they will say about us, Benedict?” Samantha teased.

“Like the whispers haven’t already included talks of us before.” He laughed her comment off as they sat down at the table.

“That was then, Benedict. When we were merely Samantha Crown, ineligible daughter of Earl Johnathan Crown and recently on the market Benedict Bridgerton, second son to Viscount Edmund Bridgerton. Now, I’m afraid you are well into your 4th season I believe? And I in my 3rd, the whispers are almost that we are either both spinsters or oblivious to how madly in love we are.”

Benedict stared into Samantha’s eyes for a moment, reading her like a book. His thoughts escaped to the night prior when they had finally admitted their true confessions to each other.

“Now, I’d like to think we are Lady Samantha Crown and Mr. Benedict Bridgerton, best friends, but to onlookers our friendship might seem like a ruse.” She continued feeling uncomfortable with his longing stare on her eyes.

“We are though, best friends who kiss.” Benedict grinned knowing the comment would make her squirm.

“Benedict Bridgerton! If you plan to announce such news at a tone well above a whisper I sure hope you are prepared to get on one knee and marry me!” Her voice snapped. “Any louder and the ton will have me deemed unfit and used.” Her words were quick and hissed.

“And whose to say I’m not?” His face was now serious.

“Now you are just confusing me, Benedict. Not what?” She was annoyed with the man now. Maybe Lady Whistledown would talk about how two of the Bridgerton brothers were left standing alone, one at the altar and the other at the riverwalk.

“Prepared to marry you.”

With that, he was rising out of his seat and kneeling to the ground. A hand pulling up to showcase a beautiful silver ring with an elegant bright colored stone in the middle. It was nothing like a traditional engagement ring that society had seen but it was a perfect match to Samantha Crown’s personality and the two’s blooming friendship.

Samantha stood frozen, in shock that just yesterday she was  admitting her feelings to her best friend and planting a kiss on him and now he was proposing.

Marriage wasn’t something Samantha necessarily dreamed of. But the idea of spending late afternoons in the drawing room with Benedict painting and sketching, walking through the gardens, sharing breathes of adoration and passion with each other along side of laughs and discussions about art was riveting to her.

The fact that every stolen glance over the past 20 years of them knowing each other, every secret giggle and glare that was passed in private, every note and playful nudge that was delivered between the two while no one was looking was now coming down to this moment where everyone in the town had been watching.

It was actually quite ironic.

For so long the two hid their feelings from each other, from society,  and now they were to be thrown into the spotlight as they marked a moment where the rest of their lives would begin.

To everyone watching, this was just the start of Benedict and Samantha’s life, but to them, this was a lifetime of falling in love coming to bloom. Even if it did also serve as a means to keeping the Bridgerton name in a positive light in society. Even with that, there was no lie or deception behind Benedicts action. No ruse like his sister Daphne had managed up last season or even his brother this season. This was pure. This was two best friends about to commit to vowing themselves as one.

That is, if Lady Crown was to say yes.

“Samantha?” Benedict said with a tad of worry in his tone. She had zoned out for moment completely missing his profession of love. Her thoughts of marriage with the second eldest Bridgerton boy were swooning in her head like she was young again writing in her diary. Not a grown woman in front of society ready to accept this man in front of her as her life partner. She had already said yes in her mind, and that was something she was going to tell her best friend.

“I have already said yes to a life with you, Benedict Bridgerton.”  She began.

“When we were 12, and you gave me your brand new set of paint brushes because mine had fallen out on my carriage ride over to Aubrey Hall. When we were 16 and you offered to escort me to every art gallery downtown. When we were 20 and you filled my dance card at every ball my first season so I would never be bothered by ill-eligible suitors looking for my affection and my dowry. At 22, when we sat on the swings and you asked me what I wanted of life. And now, at 23, as you kneel before me, I say yes.”

The man was at a loss but still managed to stand up and softly touch the woman’s hand, lightly peeling back the silk glove. It brushed against the exposed skin on her arm and allowed goosebumps to rise.

The ring slipped on delicately and sat like it had been wrapped around her finger for years.

“I would rather like to kiss you right now,” Benedict looked into the eyes of his best friend, now bride.

“I think we’ve made enough of a splash for the ton, Benny.” The girl blushed.

“I believe you are right.” He said taking a step back.  “But just know that I will be inquiring for a special license. I don’t want to wait another day to have you as my wife.”

The words were unlike anything he had ever said to the woman and while it was new, it felt safe and knowing to Samantha.

“I’d like to imagine it no other way.”

“I love you.” The words mindlessly slipped from Benedict’s mouth.

“Well, I would surely hope so.” Samantha laughed and looped her arm around his as they ascended back up to the promenade where the ton awaited to award them with congratulations.

As they enjoyed their last fleeting moments essentially alone where a whisper could pass with no judgment or eavesdrop, she looked up at her betrothed and smiled.

“I love you too, my dear Benedict.”

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[sakusaur]

friends with benefits

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x fem reader 

tags: nsfw, mentions of ex, jealous omi?, fluff ending, the basic dirty, choking, hair pulling, ass slapping, no protection so creampie?, everyone is above age here (reader is in university)

word count: 1.5k 

a/n: this is a comfort piece for myself and a thank you for 200! we are almost at 300 oh god

sakusa kiyoomi and you were nothing more than simple friends with benefits. he texts you after training for some stress relief, you text him after classes for a distraction. it was a simple routine between the both of you until someone breaks your heart. 

your phone vibrated as you laid in bed, reading some materials for your class the next day. 

you looked over to see that kiyoomi had texted you and you looked at the time. it was almost 11pm and there’s no other reason why he’d text you this late. 

you: i’m awake 

you: what’s wrong? 

kiyoomi: can i come over? i’m three stops away 

you looked at the clock again, you have a class at 9am the next day and kiyoomi would have left by then. 

you: okay, i’ll leave the front door unlocked. 

kiyoomi simply left the message on double tick and you stood up to go to the bathroom to wash your face, to freshen up. you looked like absolute shit having spent the past week stressing over another guy you were dating. 

since kiyoomi and you weren’t exclusive, or that kiyoomi didn’t mention that he hasn’t been seeing anybody else, you still went on dates, meeting different guys and experimenting. but the last guy ended it off, saying that he needed some distance but it was clear he didn’t like you one bit and only wanted the sex. 

and the sex was terrible. only kiyoomi knows how to make you feel so good, and with his athlete stamina? he could fuck you all night. 

you didn’t bother to put on any makeup or a nice set of underwear since kiyoomi was going to just rip the shirt off you later. he only texts when he has a bad day at training, and you were prepared to get the aftermath of it later. 

in half an hour, kiyoomi entered your apartment and you were still on the bed reading your textbook. “y/n.” kiyoomi greeted you as he opened your door and set his bag on the floor. he went to the bathroom to wash his hands and you stood up to put your books back on your desk. 

before you could turn back to settle on the bed, kiyoomi was already behind you with his hands around your waist and his tall frame enveloping your body as he rested his chin on the crook of your neck, inhaling you slow. he was already taking your shorts off. 

“impatient?” you teased him as you twisted your arm back to run your fingers through his hair, sighing contentedly as he slowly leaves butterfly kisses down your neck. and with his strong arms, kiyoomi picked you up laid you down on the bed and took a good look at you. 

“what’s with the eye bags? you haven’t been sleeping?” he brushes your hair away from your eyes and runs his thumb across your undereye. you shook your head and took one of hand to kiss it, “couldn’t sleep because of something stupid.” 

as you kissed the back of his hand, you slowly ran his fingers against your soft lips before licking the pad of his second finger. you part your lips open to welcome his long fingers, and you stared back up at him. kiyoomi’s expression was priceless with his curls hanging loosely over his forehead, his eyes hooded black with lust as he looked at you sucking on his finger like a good girl. 

“what happened?” kiyoomi asked as he rearranged his position, helping you up to lean against the headboard as he uses his knee to separate your thighs apart. you keep sucking his fingers as he pressed his finger down against your tongue, causing your gag reflex to kick in.

you immediately removed his fingers, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his two fingers, “just some dick who walked out of the relationship”

kiyoomi frowned, retracting his fingers and put both hands on your inner thighs to not let you close it as you look into his eyes. “you’re seeing other people?” he prompted as you tried to pull him closer to give him a kiss but he slapped your hands away. 

you widened your eyes, startled by his actions. the way he asked that question too, it sounded as if he was mad. “i am. why?” you egged him on but kiyoomi just held onto your wrists to stop you from moving and now has both his thighs keeping your legs apart. “i thought we were just seeing each other.” he leaned down to lick your neck, and you whimpered, your hips lifting up in the air trying to get some friction. 

“you never said we were exclusive.” you panted as kiyoomi started to suck on his favourite spot on your neck. he still has his hands around your wrists and you just wanted to pull his hair and kiss him right now. “but you let me mark you, i wonder what do those guys think when they see such a cute girl with my bites all over her.” kiyoomi pulled back to look at your neck, blooming with beautiful red marks. 

“kiyoomi,” you whined as you tried to rub your legs together, “just fuck me already.” kiyoomi scowled at your words. he’d usually comply, making sure you come as quickly and as much as you can. but tonight he was taking it excruciatingly slow, taking his time to tease you. kiyoomi was jealous. he laughed, “you tell that to the other guys too?” 

you moaned as he slapped your clit and he brought his other hand up to your throat, holding it tight enough to choke you but not enough to restrict your airway. you rolled your eyes back, almost coming from the pressure. “i asked a question y/n.” kiyoomi slapped your clit again. 

“no! omi! only for you daddy!” you struggled to answer that as he choked you. kiyoomi smiles deviously and flips you around with your ass wiggling in the air, basically just begging him to fuck you. “do any of those guys know how much your cunt is just dripping from choking? do they know any of the bad things you like?” kiyoomi slapped your ass and you arched your back. 

“omi! please!” you gripped your white bedsheets, your head spinning from the pleasure and your ears immediately perked up when you heard kiyoomi removing his sweatpants and his thick cock sprang free, slapping his torso. 

“you’re only going to be screaming my name tonight y/n, and you’re not allowed to cry over any other guys.” kiyoomi lined his cock against your cunt, you could feel how warm it was and his precum was leaking all over. you started to move back, trying to put his cock in you but he suddenly stopped you, gripping your hair. 

“y/n? who’s in charge here baby?” kiyoomi slapped your ass again and you cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain burst through you as you cried out his name. you were just blabbing his name over and over with drool coming out of your mouth. 

kiyoomi had a tight hold on your hair as he slammed into you with no preparation, the entire room just echoed with your scream and his groans. he started to pick up the pace, your breasts bouncing up and down from how rough he was and you couldn’t stop saying his name. “that’s right y/n, only you-you can take me in so good.” he groaned and bent over, his chest meeting your back. 

“omi! i’m going to cum!” you started to twist your nipples for more stimulation to push you over the edge but kiyoomi let go of your hair and helped you instead, pinching your nipples and groped your breasts. his other hand slipped down to cup your cunt, his fingers rubbing fast against your clit. 

“come for me baby, shit-” he slammed even faster into you, and he felt your cunt squeeze around his cock as your legs shooked from your orgasm. he couldn’t help but cum into you too. kiyoomi moaned your name over and over as he fucked you slow through your orgasm and till his cock grew sensitive, he pulled out. 

“i like you y/n.” kiyoomi confessed as he laid next to you.you laid in the bed, sweaty and your face wet from tears and drool. you looked back at him and thought he was joking, thought he was just saying it because of the post-sex. but he was looking at you earnestly with a smile. you returned it, mumbling an “i like you too omi. sorry for seeing other guys.” 

kiyoomi stood up to grab a towel in the bathroom and cleaned you slowly, kissing your thighs as he wiped your oversensitive cunt. he joined you shortly in your bed, the time was about 3 in the morning. 

“kiyoomi?” you turned over to see him settling into your bed, something he had never done before. he smiled softly in the night and cupped your face. “i’m going to wait till you sleep and i’ll leave.” you couldn’t help but sniffle a little, kiyoomi cares so much for you. “just don’t leave omi.” you sat up and pulled him closer, laying on his chest. 

kiyoomi hugged you closer and kissed your forehead, “you’re not going to cry over shitty boys anymore y/n.” and you drifted off to sleep.

a/n: wow that was longer than i expected...sorry if this wasn’t that great i was going through a tough time. thank you for reading as always and for the 200 followers! 

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[silv3rswirls]

Clingy

Anon asks: hello! I wanted to request something along the lines of Jin calling his gf clingy behind her back when really she’s just going thru a lot atm and in need of Jin. Super angsty, but with a kind of happy ending??thank you so much if you do end up writing this :)

Paring: Kim Seokjin/reader

Summary: When life becomes too much you always look to Jin for support; however, it seems he’s grown tired of it.

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, slight fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

You were so grateful for your boyfriend. 

Jin seemed to be perfect in every way. You got along easily, he was funny and kind, attentive despite idol life. He was wonderful. He was your perfect shoulder to lean on when you needed it and lately it seemed that you were having more downs and ups in life. You were in your final years of university, working part-time as well. It could get pretty overwhelming at times. You were keeping up fine with your work, but could probably use some more studying, but work was just so hectic lately. It was draining, dealing with rude people and a tough boss that always seemed to have something negative to say to you. Things were starting to feel bad again. Mornings you struggled to get out of bed, often too tired and sluggish to get ready. But you did, you managed to force yourself up and out. Getting through the day was hard though.

Today has been hard. One of your grades was slipping and work had been busier than it had all week. Your manager had yelled at you for not working fast enough, but it was hard when the store seemed packed full of people. You left later than usual as well. Still, you tried to look forward to seeing Jin after such a long day. Lately, he has been the only thing keeping you afloat. Spending time with him just seemed to melt your stress away. Being able to talk to him made the weight on your shoulders feel just a bit lighter. 

At this time Jin was still at the studio, but you had already told him you would come by for a bit after work. It was something you did often and Jin always seemed to enjoy it when you came. You entered the building, heading for the practice room right away. The door was cracked open, music off indicating that they were probably taking a breather. You took a deep breath, trying to lift your spirits a bit more before going in. As you went to push the door open you stopped when you heard Jin and Namjoon speaking. 

“Is Y/n still going to come by?” Namjoon asked.

“Probably.” Jin sighed.

“You don’t sound very excited.” 

“It’s just- she’s been so clingy lately.” Jin admitted, “it’s all day every day with her, I don’t even get any time just for myself anymore.”

You dropped your arm from the doorknob. Clingy? Jin thought you were clingy? Blinking a few times you felt the tears that had built up throughout the day threatening to fall. You hadn’t thought you were being clingy, just seeking comfort. You told him how hard things were getting, but maybe you had gone overboard? You sniffled, taking a step back to turn around and leave, but you bumped into someone instead. Jimin was standing there, a bit of a pale look on his face at what Jin had said. “Y/n” he spoke, “I’m sure he didn’t mean it like-”

“I know what he meant” You interrupted, feeling the tears begin to fall. “It’s fine I’ve just been- um” you reached to brush away the tears falling from your eyes. The build of the past few days was finally getting to you. Hearing Jin says that was just what set it all off. You couldn’t help it as you broke down in a fit of tears. 

“Y/n, don’t cry” Jimin begged, “come in and talk to Jin.”

“No, I-I don’t want to bother him.” You took a deep breath. “I’m just going to go home, it’s fine.” 

“Let me take you home” Jimin offered, “practice is pretty much over anyway, you shouldn’t go alone.” Jimin didn’t give you much of a choice as he told you to wait for him, running in to grab his things and tell the others he had to go. He walked with you out, catching a car to take the two of you to your apartment. He held your hand and tried to comfort you, telling you that Jin was just being stupid, that he didn’t mean it. 

You were grateful for his attempts to comfort you, but you had a feeling this wasn’t just some accident. Jimin stayed with you for a bit, talking some more. You told him about your recent troubles, breaking down under the stress of it again. Jimin was there for you as a good friend, but you couldn’t help but wish it was Jin who was sitting with you right now.

You didn’t contact Jin that night or the next day. Jimin checked up on you at least, and when Jin finally texted you ignored him. What was the point if he thought you were too clingy with your problems? He wanted some alone time, so you were giving it to him. Luckily you had the weekend off of work, but the two classes you had over the weekend went missed. You felt bad, thinking about the material you were missing, but you couldn’t seem to drum up the motivation to get out of bed. It wasn’t a new feeling, you had had pretty bad run-ins with depression in the past. It had been a while since you felt this bad though, it felt like the past was just repeating itself. You hardly ate and barely took care of yourself. You just couldn’t see the point in it right now. 

Jin, on the other hand, despite enjoying some more free time was beginning to get worried about you. He texted and called a few times, all of them went unanswered. We stopped by your work one evening, only to find you had the weekend off and even called Monday off as well. It had been two days since that evening and he was becoming worried. He contemplated going to your apartment. “Maybe she’s just busy with other things right now.” Taehyung offered as Jin stared at his phone with furrowed brows. 

“But she hasn’t answered in almost three days,” he sighed.

“What’s the big deal, didn’t you say she was being too clingy?” Jimin asked, looking up from his phone. “Enjoy your free time Hyung.” 

Jin’s face grew a bit flustered. “I didn’t mean-” 

“You know she heard you say it right?” Jimin asked, “she looked really hurt, started crying even.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You shouldn’t string her along. If you don’t want to be around her then tell her yourself.” Jimin frowned, “she’s alright, just upset.” 

“You talked to her?”

“Yeah, I’ve been checking in. She doesn’t really want to talk to me or anyone.” Jimin informed, “I’m mad at you for being so careless Hyung, but if you really do care about her I suggest you fix things.” 

Jin was at your apartment only an hour later. He knocked a few times, waiting impatiently for your answer. He used the spare key you had given him to get in. He went straight for the bedroom, frowning at how dark it was. He moved to peel the curtains open, letting the sunlight bounce around the room and onto the pile of blankets on the bed. “Y/n?” Jin asked, going to your bedside and tossing the blankets off of your head. “Y/n, are you alright?” He asked, concern laced in his tone. You didn’t look very good, curled up in the safety of your blankers, hair tangled and heavy bag under your eyes. 

“What do you want?” You asked coldly, turning away.

“Y/n, I didn’t mean for you to hear what I said-”

“Well, I did. I’m sorry for being so clingy Jin.” You tried to keep your voice strong and mad, but you could feel it slipping the more he talked to you.

“I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry.” Jin apologized, “you’re not clingy, I was just talking my stress out on you. I love being around you.”

“I-I don’t mean to be so clingy Jin, things are just really hard right now.” You sniffle, turning over to look at him. “Work, school, everything’s too much. You make everything better, that’s why I wanted to be around you so much. You make me forget all my problems.”

“I know” Jin spoke softly, moving to sit down beside you, his hand coming to rub up and down your arm. “I shouldn’t talk about you like that, you know I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

“Can I cuddle?” He asked, waiting for you to slowly nod and scoot over a bit so he could slip under the covers beside you. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “We can talk more about it later okay? I love you Y/n.”

You nodded, not entirely feeling better. You were willing to talk more about it, as you weren’t willing to just break your relationship off over it. You loved Jin, obviously, he loved you as well, but you couldn’t help the creeping feeling in the back of your mind. You weren’t sure if things with Jin would ever truly go back to normal.

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[writing-in-april]

Occupied

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Spencer and Reader get caught by one of their co workers in a bar bathroom after Reader couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.

A/N: This is the 1st of my 7 fics 7 days in a row for my 500 follower celebration! Thanks again for 500! Here’s another smut that’s in a clandestine spot lmao this’ll be my second public smut in a row plus I have one more already written that’s coming in like two weeks😂 Thanks to @imagining-in-the-margins who helped me get the ball rolling early on with dialogue and @definitelynotkatesblog for the original prompt!

Warnings: Dom!Spencer, Public sex, Unintentional edging, Humilation, Getting caught, Derek being Derek, Established relationship

Masterlist Word count: 1.5k

Sneaking off to go fuck your boyfriend in a bathroom at a bar was a little sleazy but, I had been desperate all day to find some alone time. The team had just finished a grueling case and I wanted nothing more than to order Spencer to rail me into next week. However, my plans had been dashed by Emily who had suggested we all go out to a bar to release the tension of the week before flying home in the morning.

We were all sitting in a booth at the bar that was a little too small to fit all of us and as a result I was practically sitting on Spencer’s lap, which was not helping my desperation at all in the slightest. Every so often he’d shift underneath me whether to get more comfortable or to pick up the Arnold Palmer he had been casually drinking. Each time he shifted I felt my panties dampen just a little more. This was tortuous.

My moment of opportunity came to me when Spencer lifted me off of his lap and said he was going to the bathroom. The bathroom doors were just hidden out of view from the table, so if I got up as well to go ‘to the bathroom’ no one would know if I followed in after him or dragged him into the woman’s bathroom. I quickly excused myself from the table as well after waiting a small amount of time to not arouse suspicion.

Normally, I’d choose the latter and pull him into the woman’s bathroom as it's universally known that they’re nicer. But, I had to switch to plan B when I saw that the ladies room was crowded with people.

I quickly checked my surroundings before slipping into the guy restroom. When I entered it was completely deserted besides Spencer, who was washing his hands at the sink. When he looked up into the mirror and spotted me behind him he spun around quickly with his eyebrows raised. I didn’t give him any time to respond before pulling him into the nearest stall.

“Y/N?! What are you doing?” He squeaked loudly as I reached forward to palm him through his slacks while reaching behind me to lock the stall door, I didn’t want to take my eyes off of him.

“What does it look like I’m doing? Now fuck me.” I said before slipping my shirt over my head revealing my bare chest to him. I sensed some hesitation from him, maybe because we had never done something so clandestine this close to our coworkers before. “Please… It’s not like we haven’t done something like this before.” A switch must have flipped in Spencer at my reference to our last dalliance that we had had in a risky location (That had happened at a park).

“You better keep quiet unless you want our coworkers to hear how desperate you are.” He said with venom in his voice while pulling up my skirt, dipping his hand immediately underneath my panties to run teasing circles on my clit and enveloping me into a harsh kiss. Pleasure started to overtake me, loving the way that he had suddenly ripped any sort of dominance of the situation from out of my fingers, but it wasn’t enough to get me anywhere near the edge of an orgasm. I whined in frustration at his antics so he tried to move his fingers away from my clit to finger me. Instead of letting him I bat his hand away, I was more desperate for something else, “I’m already wet enough I promise- just hurry up.” He looked a little irritated at the fact that I gave him an order but still obliged me by quickly freeing his cock. His pants were only opened just enough to free him but it still gave me a good look at his hard cock that did wonders to me. He hooked one of my legs around my waist and started to tease his cock between my folds. I whined pathetically once it had gone on too long for my tastes which he let out an annoyed grunt in reply.

Then with no warning he pushed into me, filling me swiftly all the way to the hilt. Pure euphoria coursed through my veins when he immediately started thrusting giving me no time to adjust to his considerable size. Even though we slept together quite often and had a healthy sex life, every time his size still took some getting used too.

He started to whisper into my ear about how pretty I looked for him when I was desperate and all I could come up with as a response was a high pitched Yes that was probably way too loud. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth to try and muffle any other sounds that tried to escape while Spencer started to nip at my collarbone to stifle his somewhat now unable to say anything else into my ear because of the pleasure he was receiving.

The way that Spencer then pitched his hips in conjunction with the tight circles he started to rub into my clit again my release was hurtling toward me faster than I ever thought possible. My legs were shaking violently and if he hadn’t been there to partially prop me up I’d have probably melted into a puddle onto the floor. Though, unfortunately the sweet feeling of euphoria I was headed towards was dashed away just by a few words.

“I’m pretty sure the bathroom stall you’re in is supposed to have a maximum occupancy of one.” Suddenly was said loudly cutting right through the breathy moans from the two of us, we both immediately recognized the voice as belonging to Derek. Spencer let out a high pitched squeak and then froze up like a statue as soon as he had heard the voice reverting back to the shy Spencer we were all used to. The both of us hadn’t even heard the door open to caught up in our personal pleasure.

“That’s very ableist of you Derek.” My sudden nonchalant response came after a brief pause to Derek walking in on the two of us seemed to embarrass Spencer as his face had turned a dark shade of red. I moved my hands from Spencer’s shoulders into his hair to try and soothe his embarrassment. Though, I still decided to give Derek one last quip before shooing him out of the bathroom. I had been so close to finishing plus he had embarrassed poor Spencer, he could deal with some embarrassment himself from my words.“Sometimes you need two people. Right now was not one of those times but, you wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t heard me.”

I must have stunned Derek into silence because for a good 30 seconds there was silence on his end. Though, I never really ended up getting a full response from him. Instead, he gave us what could only be described as a mortified slash apologetic grunt; then leaving the room quickly afterwards not even bothering to care if the door slammed hard on the way out. I don’t think he was expecting that response from me.

Getting redressed took almost no time seeing as the only article of clothing either of us had removed was my top. In the hopes of Derek keeping his mouth shut Spencer and I decided to walk out separately. I paced in the small stall as much as I could in the small space while waiting for my turn to leave, hoping that no one would come in here or see me leave, but most importantly that Derek didn’t say anything.

“Well you took a long time.” Emily remarked slyly to me once I had slowly walked back before lowering her voice and continuing.”I’m assuming when Derek went to see where you to had gotten too he got an eyeful”

I flashed Derek a harsh gaze, assuming he had told everyone at the table. Though, I dropped it once Emily quietly pointed out to the hickey that had sprouted on my collarbone. However, my annoyance had not abated, my clit was throbbing, begging for attention after it had been cruelly toyed with

I was sure the teasing would all come tomorrow on the plane once Derek got over his residual embarrassment and everyone wasn’t so buzzed. I gritted my teeth in frustration, if I hadn’t been desperate before I sure was now after having my release stolen from me. Though, I was even more frustrated that Spencer seemed to be doing just fine. Throughout the rest of the night all I could think about was what Spencer could do to me when we finally got back to our hotel room. I wish Hotch had let us take an extra car so I didn’t have to wait. When we finally got in the car to drive back I was vibrating with anticipation all over again I couldn’t wait until we found someplace that was less occupied.

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