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corpsebasil · 1 year

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Karma Part 3

Ghostface is her protector, but maybe more than that.

Your relationship had grown from tentative friendship leading into more, to full blown dating.

You’d never had so much fun as you did with Ethan. He liked to buy you flowers ‘just because’ which never failed to make you smile. When doing homework together he’d reach over and draw a tiny heart in your notebook, then pretend he didn’t know he’d done it. He was a terrible cook but, to your delight, he’d taken up baking rather quickly, and fumbled through the kitchen with you as you taught him the basics.

Just a few days ago you both had gotten drunk and played Just Dance. Rasputin was his go to and lord the man could move. You’d almost fell backwards onto the ground when you’d attempted the squat jump movement he easily copied, and you’d both laughed, collapsing onto the floor in a pile of giggles.

But then there were the more intimate moments.

The moments when he’d prop his head on your shoulder when you were with your friends, or when he’d hold your hand, almost constantly. And the kissing… You’d never gone farther than just that, although you wanted to. But you happily settled for the nights when he’d kiss you until you thought you’d pass out, the whispers between the two of you lost in the dark.

And the first time he told you he loved you, kissing you slowly on the couch, you felt so filled to the brim with emotion you almost embarrassed yourself by crying. You only ran your hands through his hair, murmuring the words back, and allowed him to run a hand up the bare skin of your thigh.

But then Ghostface called you.

You were in your room, playing Solitaire on your laptop, when your phone buzzed.

“Babe? That you?”

“It can be, if that’s what you want.” Ghostface teased, and you couldn’t help the slight smirk that pulled at your mouth.

“Very funny.” You told him, standing up to examine your apartment. “But I’m happily taken. If you’re here, though, maybe you can give me some knife lessons. I’d like to know how to defend myself.”

“As much fun as that would be,” the killer said, his tone amused. “I’m not there. But you need to listen to me.”

You paused, clutching the phone a bit tighter.

“What is it, Ghostie?”

“It’s—” you heard a male laugh and grinned. You didn’t want to admit it—would never admit it to anyone—but you’d found yourself waiting for him to come back. His jokes, his protectiveness…you could use that in a friend. Not that you would tell anyone that you found a serial killer worthy of friendship. “Ghostie? Really?”

You laughed and could almost feel him rolling his eyes.

“Sure, laugh away, pretty girl. I’m sure you’ll find it hilarious when I’m the one that has to save your ass once again.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You grumbled, ignoring the blush that rose on your face at his words. You had a boyfriend damnit. “So what do you want? I’m assuming this isn’t a pleasure call.”

“Gale Weathers is going to be carved up in about twenty minutes, by my guess.” He deadpanned, and you stilled. “My…cohort, if you will, is on their way. If you want to help her, like you’ve said you do, then go. I’ll meet you there.”

“Why would you help me?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing. “You’ve gone out of your way to save me multiple times now. Why?”

“Let’s call it an investment.” He said, and you bristled a bit. “Take it as a compliment, baby. I’m not letting you go just yet.”

“Oh please.” You scoffed, but your mind was racing back to Gale as you grabbed your purse and slid your shoes on. “I’m headed there. No fucking jump scares or I might hit you. My boyfriend’s been teaching me a bit of self defense.”

Your feet were loud on the stairs as you rushed out of the complex, headed to your car. You barely used the thing as you preferred walking, but today was an emergency.

“Boyfriend, huh?” Ghostface asked, his tone practically seductive as you drove out of the parking lot towards Gale’s place. “Ethan, is it?”

“Yes.” You purred. “How’d you know?”

“Tall, incredibly good looking? How could I not?”

You paused.

Your thoughts seemed to glitch at that response, your reply a bit too long for comfort. What in the—

“Y/N?”

“Yeah. I’m on my way I’ll—I’ll see you there.”

“Y/N, wait—”

You hung up, your breathing uneven as you glanced down momentarily at the blocked caller ID. The gears were turning in your brain, slowly, as you tried to think. There was something nagging you, something not right about Ghostface. Something familiar.

You blinked, shoving away any insane thoughts, and screeched into Gale’s parking lot minutes later.

You were terrified.

You’d never been so scared for your life, not when you’d been with Gale, urging the reporter to leave and call police. Not when Ghostface had thrown Gale’s boyfriend, dead, to the floor. You backed away, rushing to hide, but there was nowhere to go.

Gale was fighting—Gale was the main target here, not you. And the worst part was, you knew in your gut that this wasn’t your Ghostface. This person would gladly kill you, and would have no remorse.

You were paralyzed. Paralyzed as Gale stormed back into the living-room with a gun, her phone to her ear. You stared with wide eyes as she motioned for you to duck down behind the kitchen island, hiding yourself from sight. You felt your chest growing tight. It was just like before—just like before when you’d been cornered with nowhere else to go.

Gale hung up, putting the Ghostface on hold, of all things, and after a few seconds of tense silence you heard a phone ring. You covered your ears with your hands as shots fired, and then Gale was screaming, and you were shaking so bad you thought you might puke.

You didn’t know what to do. Didn’t want to be a coward, not now, not ever, so you stood, picking up a ceramic dinner plate and hurling it at Ghostface’s head. It slammed into them just before it could stab Gale again, and you threw another, then another. The last one missed and you ran, screaming as the Ghostface—god they were fast—chased you down.

You ran, but not fast enough, not when they slashed out at you and tore a gash through your arm. You shrieked, stumbling, and knocked a chair in their path as you searched for anywhere to hide.

And then there was only you, and the corner of the room, and no where to go.

“I’m going to enjoy this, bitch.” Ghostface snarled, flipping their knife in their hand.

You threw your hands up, as if that would stop it, when a loud cracking sound filled the space as the locked door banged open.

You knew who it was—could feel it in your gut as you saw him sprint for the person holding a knife towards you.

Ethan was Ghostface.

He was Ghostface. The one who’d been saving you this entire time. You’d wondered, absentmindedly, but knew for sure, right then, when he’d launched himself in front of the second Ghostface, tearing across the room to tackle whoever was behind the other mask.

You screamed as you cowered in the corner, watching as he and the other Ghostface rolled on the floor, he attempting to restrain them, them fighting back. They were yelling at each other, so loud you could barely make out what they were saying. But then the other Ghostface shoved him off and ran, sprinting out the door as fast as they could.

Ethan turned to you, breathing hard, the white of his mask catching the light. You moved forward, only a step; he was Ghostface. A killer. But you loved him. You loved him.

You stepped forward as your mouth wobbled, tears falling down your face as you moved to him. He was trembling, breathing hard, as you pulled his mask off and looked at him. His expression was one of agony and sorrow, shaking his head slowly at you as if to convey words he didn’t have.

He didn’t need to.

You kissed him, tugging him down to you by the black robes you’d grown used to, had grown to trust, and he let out a low, anguished noise into your mouth. Ethan was crying when you pulled away, his head dropping to your shoulder as he he clutched you to him.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped, squeezing you tighter when you looped your arms around his neck. “I’m sorry baby, I wanted to tell you.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” You swallowed roughly, the pain in your arm momentarily forgotten at the moment. “It’s okay. I trust you.”

“I tried to protect you. I wanted you safe I never should’ve asked you to come here—”

“Ethan, look at me.” He did, pulling his head back, and you grasped his face in your hands, resting your forehead against his own. “I love you, E. I trust you, okay? We’re gonna find a way to get you out of this—”

“Still bleeding over here.” Gale called out to you both, and you turned. You were surprised she’d survived. “As creepily touching as this is.”

“Ethan, call an ambulance.” You told him, pressing one last kiss to his mouth before whispering, “and get the Hell out of here. Fast.”

He nodded and bolted, already pulling out his phone, as you dropped beside Gale and helped put pressure on her wound.

The second you were cleared by the medics, a gauzy bandage wrapped around your arm, you got to your apartment as fast as you physically could. Ethan was already there, putting clothes and other objects of yours into a suitcase. You gaped at him and shut the front door, locking it behind him.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Getting you out of here.” He said, still focused on his work.

“Ethan what—what are you talking about?”

“The theater,” he looked up at you, eyes slightly crazed. “It’s a trap.” He gestured to the bag. “We’ll get you on a bus or a plane or something.”

“Ethan I am not leaving you.”

“Shit, Y/N.” He cursed, standing up and crossing the room. He placed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then pulled back. “Please let me get you out. I won’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you.”

“And I’d rather die than see something happen to you.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, his brow furrowed as he sighed, holding you close. He ran a hand over your hair and pressed his lips your temple, and you could feel Ethan’s heart racing through the shirt he now wore.

“At least..at least put some things in my backpack. Just in case.” You could hear his uneven breathing and you slid your hands to his neck, holding him tighter. Then his chest heaved, and you felt a drop of wetness against your face. “I cant watch you die.”

“I’m not going to die. We’re both going to be fine.” You promised, and kissed him. “Ghostie.”

He held you tight as a half-hearted laugh left him, holding you so close you could feel almost every inch of him. And then he was lifting you, carrying you to your room, where he laid with you on the bed, kissing you and running his hands over your skin.

“I love you.” He murmured, lips soft on your own, and you held him tight, desperate to have him here with you for the little time you had left.

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wandussyfantasy · 1 month

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Wanna Bet?

Request: From @lesbianpizza They could also go to some kind of public event but each with vibrators that the other controls where they have a competition to see who will break first and beg for sex

Summary: Y/n surprises Wanda with tickets to see the Era's Tour but it comes with a price.

Pairings: Wanda x NB!AMAB!Reader

Word Count: 3,693

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!smut, gn!reader amab, powerbottom!wanda, fingering, dirty talk, fluff, masturbation, public touching, fantasies, teasing, and creampie.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

“I cannot believe that you got us tickets for the Era's tour!” Wanda jumps on your lap excitedly.

You grin because you're proud of yourself for making her so happy. When the tour was announced, Wanda made a small remark about wanting to go but doubtful that she would be able to. Every time a Taylor Swift song played in the car and she was singing it as loud as she could, never missing a lyric, you thought about getting her those tickets. Unfortunately, after being in the trenches of the presale and living in the ticket queue from hell, you were unable to get tickets on your own. So, after you and Wanda started to explore your relationship more, you decided to go to the one person you tried to avoid for this. Your dad.

He isn't a bad guy, he just doesn't want it to get in your head that everything in life will be handed to you. So, everything you ask for from him comes at his price. Which makes you not want to ask things from him. Luckily, when you asked for the tickets, he handed them over with no conditions at all. He told you that you work hard everyday and that he sees it and appreciates it.

“I’m happy I can take you,” you say as you lean in for a kiss. But Wanda abruptly moves away from you and jumps off of the bed.

“Oh my goodness, I have to figure out what to wear! It's too late to make a costume!”

“A costume? What?” you ask yourself quietly as Wanda continues to pace your room frantically while rambling.

“Damnit, there's no time for friendship bracelets! Well, maybe I can do a couple. Oh! I can get Y/n to help me,” Wanda talks to herself.

You rise from your bed next, “Why are we making friendship bracelets?”

“Because it's a Swiftie thing! We can't go there without bracelets!!” Wanda says in a panic.

“Woah, I thought this was supposed to be a fun thing,” you say as you lower her arms from the air.

Wanda takes a breath to calm down and smiles at you. “It will be fun, babe. But part of the fun is trading friendship bracelets, going in outfits that represent our eras, and knowing when to shout lyrics that she doesn't include in her performance.” She wraps her arms around your neck as she talks and you place your hands on her hips.

“Okay, I suppose I don't mind helping with the bracelets. Um, what era are we in? So I know what to look for.” You ask, unsure what she even means by an era.

“Lover, of course,” Wanda answers simply and she kisses your lips.

“I know that, but what does that look like?” You laugh as you misunderstand.

Wanda tilts her head to the side as if she's reading your mind. “Lover is the seventh album which is the album that probably represents us best. So you can look up the image of the cover to get a sense of the colors but we'll basically look like a unicorn threw up on us.”

“Perfect, I have a unicorn onesie in my closet I'm pretty sure. Will that work?”

“Oh you poor thing,” Wanda shakes her head. “Forget the movie. Looks like our date is going to be a shopping trip. Grab your wallet and keys, let's go!”

“Alright,” you say as you grab your things and get your shoes on. This is not what you thought giving her tickets would result in. You thought maybe at least a blowjob, not a shopping trip.

The two of you start at the craft store in the mall and grab the necessary items for the bracelets. “Hey, maybe I'll make one with my number and throw it on the stage,” you say jokingly. Hoping to maybe get a rise out of Wanda, but instead she turns to you with wide eyes.

“We’re going to be close to the stage?” She says in shock.

You shake your head, “No, sorry, we're going to be in my family's box at the stadium. We'll be secluded from everyone.”

She shoves your shoulder, “Don't play with me like that!”

“Ow!” you laugh. “So let me get this straight. You're not mad I made a comment about trying to hook up with Taylor, but you're mad I made a joke about getting you close enough to do it?” Wanda nods. “I don't know what hurts more, my shoulder or my heart,” you pout dramatically.

“Oh don't be so dramatic. I trust you and I know you were only joking,” she gives you a kiss on the lips and you feel better. “Besides, I know that given the chance, you'd invite me and honestly, I wouldn't mind.” Your eyes widen a bit at Wanda admitting to you that she wouldn't turn down a threesome with you and her favorite musician. “I think I'm good with this stuff. Did you see any colors you wanted?” You shake your head as you look around and follow her to the checkout counter.

Next, the two of you go clothes shopping. “Are you sure I don't already own something that will fit the theme?” You ask as you drag your feet through the isles.

“I've known you for years, baby, trust me. I know what's in your closet.” She stops at a tie-dye crew neck and looks it over a few times before moving on. At the end of the shopping trip, you have a new outfit for the show that consists of a short button up shirt with multiple pastel colors on it. Plus a new pair of light blue shorts. And sunglasses with a clear frame and rainbow lenses. She didn't make you buy a new pair of shoes because she said you already own an acceptable pair.

“Don’t you need an outfit?” You ask as you near the exit of the mall. Wanda laughs loudly as if you said the funniest thing ever.

“You’re cute, babe. I have an outfit for this, don't worry that pretty little head of yours,” she kisses you on the lips. You're happy to have her lips on yours. She is so addicting.

“I like how you keep calling me 'babe.' I thought you didn't like pet names like that,” you point out.

“I don't, but I know that you do and it's kind of growing on me, babe,” she pulls you for another kiss. “Let's get back to the house so I can thank you properly.” You hum in excitement as you try to pry yourself away from Wanda. Once you do, the two of you rush through the mall until a shop catches your eye. You've been wanting to bring Wanda to the shop for some time now.

“Come on,” you say as you pull her to the small shop full of novelty items. You take her all the way to the back where they have their adult toys.

“What are we doing back here?” She looks around frantically for a moment until her eyes land on the package that reads, Clone a Willy. “Oh, I could definitely use this.”

You make a face as you look at the box, “What’s that?”

“You make a mold out of your dick and I get a vibrator out of it so when we're apart, I can still have you with me,” the thought that she wants a vibrator version of your dick and not some random other type of dildo makes your cock twitch.

“Oh, wow,” you look at the container and read the directions. “Yeah, we can do this. Not today though.”

“Yes!” Wanda smiles as she takes it from your hand. “So, why did you bring me back here? Is this your way of telling me things are getting boring between us?” Her tone suggests that she is only joking but in her eyes you can sense the insecurity.

“No, it's not boring,” you put your hand under her chin and kiss her lips. “I was just thinking about exploring some of this stuff and was curious what you might be interested in. I also wanted to see if you might want to use,” you look around at the selection of vibrators until you find what you came here for, you grab it and hand it to her, “one of these things.” It's a vibrator that she puts inside of herself and you can keep the controller to use on her whenever you want. Wanda looks at it for a moment and her silence worries you. However, all she is thinking about is the endless possibilities. “They have pantie versions also if you don't want that,” you suggest next.

“Oh that sounds interesting,” she puts the package you handed her back on the wall and looks for the underwear set. “Wow, you know me so well,” she says as she finds a set she likes. “As much as I like the idea, I feel like it might be a tad unfair.”

You consider what she might be suggesting and look at the wall to find something that you could use. “I don't see any cock rings,” you reply.

“Why don't you get one of those? They're not that big,” she points to a little pink bullet and you shake your head rapidly.

“Nope, no way, not doing that,” you reject the idea of walking around with something up your ass. Wanda laughs at your reaction. She has played with your ass during sex a few times and you've liked it but when she made the suggestion of pegging you, you just couldn't wrap the idea around your head. You've had sex with a guy before and even then you didn't like the idea of receiving it.

“Okay fine, how about a pair of these?” She extends the box of the underwear and you aren't sure about it.

“I don't know, I feel like it'd give me a wedgie,” you say. Wanda looks in the wall again and spots a vibrator that you can add to any type of underwear and she hands it to you. “This looks like a big period pad,” you scoff.

“It's the best option you've got here. Unless you want to drop the whole thing,” she shrugs.

“Alright, alright, I'll do it,” you agree. “Come on, let's go check out.”

Finally, back at the house, you call out to your parents to see if either of them are home and you're relieved to find a note on the counter claiming that your dad had a business meeting in Europe and your mom had negotiations to make in D.C. You have the house to yourself once again. You drop the shopping bags and pull Wanda into a kiss in the middle of the kitchen.

Wanda wraps her arms around you as she responds just as eager. You put your hands on her hips and lift her onto the kitchen island. “I love you,” you say as you bring your lips down to her neck. Wanda still hasn't reciprocated those words and you haven't pressured her to do so. You're going at her pace. The two of you still haven't told anyone about the nature of your relationship. It was kind of hot having this secret.

You surprise Wanda as you pull her pants down to her knees. “Woah! Are you sure you want to do that right here?” She tries to pull you up but you're fine where you are and once you lick her you kill any further questions or protests she might have. “I thought,” she gasps as you bring her close to a climax, “I was supposed to- Oh god! Be the thanking youuu, that's it! Right there! Oh yeah!” You look up at her as she pulls your head back by your hair and she shakes her head. “Not yet,” she says breathlessly. You nod and rock backwards until your butt touches the floor, the outline of your erection presents itself proudly. Wanda bites her lips at the sight.

“What do you want to do?” You ask as you lick her fluids off of your lips. Wanda grins as she pulls you up and she guides you to your bedroom. Making sure to bring the bag of toys with her.

Later that month you are uncomfortably adjusting the crotch area of your shorts as you stand in the crowd waiting to enter the stadium. “Stop that,” Wanda swats at your hand.

“Well it's not an easy adjustment,” you complain. Wanda sighs and rolls her eyes.

“This was your idea,” she reminds you in a whisper. “Besides, once we get to the box you won't even remember how much you hate it.”

“Or you'll crack first and I'll be able to take it off,” you tease, making Wanda scoff.

“Please, I'm very capable of holding off. I was a virgin for two decades, you however, couldn’t go a month without humping everything in sight once you hit puberty,” she fires back.

You scrunch your nose, “I feel like that first decade and a half shouldn’t count. You were a child and that’s illegal.”

“Fair point, but I still have four or five years less of experience than you,” she clarifies and you shrug because she's not wrong. “Meaning, I can hold out longer than you can.” Before you can respond, the line moves forward and you are having the tickets scanned and are being escorted to the private stadium box.

There are snacks and an assortment of the merchandise that you would’ve otherwise had to stand in line forever waiting for. You certainly didn't do all of this and you're surprised that it's there at all until you notice a card addressed to you. Without allowing Wanda to see it, you read it and your cheeks and neck redden from embarrassment.

The note is from your father stating, “Enjoy your date, I'm happy that you and Wanda are together just… please, keep it in the bedroom. There aren't any cameras in there. Love, Dad.”

“What's that?” Wanda’s voice makes you jump and you rip the note.

“It's nothing, just my dad being you know, my dad. He suspects that this is more than a friendly gesture. Always thinking I have that Stark charm he claims used to have every supermodel and actress in his bed,” you joke as you don't completely lie to her but if she knew the truth, Wanda would be completely mortified. There are more times than you can count on both hands and feet that you've given each other head in a common area of the house. At least it was only ever giving head or hand jobs and some fingering outside of the bedroom.

You hold your breath as you wait to see if she bought the lie. “Oh, well, it was nice of him to arrange all of this. Really, the two of you have outdone yourselves. I really don't deserve all of this.” She wraps her arms around your neck and kisses your lips. “Thank you,” she says before going in for another kiss. You feel yourself start to be affected by her kiss and you have to step away. You couldn't lose this bet.

“How has the willy been working out for you?” You ask as you walk over to the bar to make yourself a drink.

“Mmm I think it might be better than the real thing,” she says teasingly.

You shake your head, “If that were true, you'd have broken up with me already.”

“Well, the willy can't arrange a set up like this, so you still have that going for you,” Wanda starts to head towards you and that's when you activate her vibrator with your phone. “That's not mhm, that's not fair.” You turn off the panties with a smirk. That falls as soon as she activates the vibrating pad that is attached to your boxers.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a moment as you think of the image that has killed your boners for decades. The image of Jabba the Hutt. Then you open your eyes and continue to serve yourself.

“What the fuck?” Wanda asks as she turns the device off.

You shrug, “I've been playing videogames for years next to you. I have a dick, Wanda. I've had to learn how to kill boners around you for about as long as we've known each other.”

Wanda shakes her head. She narrows her eyes and turns in the intensity on the device. This one is a little more difficult to stop the physical reaction so you turn up the intensity on her panties as well. Wanda almost topples over and turns off your device. “Ok! Ok! I surrender!” You shut off the panties and the both of you are left trying to catch your breaths as you stare at each other from across the room. You can smell her arousal from where you stand and she can see your bulge from her spot.

“What would you like to drink?” You ask as you finish pouring your drink. Wanda asks for just a water and you toss her a bottle. Not wanting to get close to her in your current condition. The opening act hasn't even gone on yet.

The two of you give each other time to cool off and enjoy watching the opening act. You don't tease her as much but she does have her hand on your thigh. She traces shapes and you have to control yourself. Refraining from moving her hand into your pants. Then the main event starts and she moves away from you completely as you watch her change into a person you don't recognize. Taylor Swift comes out onto the stage and it has Wanda screaming the lyrics at the top of her lungs.

“IT'S THE LOVER ERA!! STAND UP!!” She shouts as she pulls you up to start dancing with her. “I'M DRUNK IN THE BACK OF THE CAR!” You laugh as you opt to stand behind her and wrap your arms around her to sway with her.

You kiss her cheek and to her neck as the song changes. Having her body pressed against yours has it reacting almost instantly and she smirks as she feels your boner poking her ass. “Are you giving up so soon?”

You shake your head. “You're silly. Just because my willy is saying hi to you, doesn't mean you win yet.”

Wanda bursts out laughing. Then she hears the notes to another favorite song and her personality switches again. You laugh as you let her enjoy the moment. You try to step away but she keeps you close to her. She wants to experience the concert in your arms.

At certain songs you know that turn her on because she shared her “ovulation” playlist with you and taught you what that was code for. You would use the vibrating panties on her. She would just moan softly and bite her lips. Then she'd kiss your cheek and thank you.

You couldn't believe how strong she was in this challenge. You were impressed. But you didn't want to lose. If she won, then the two of you would continue to keep this relationship a secret. If you won, you were finally allowed to scream it to the rooftops that you were with her.

By the time the concert was coming to an end, the both of you were close to cumming. Nearly three hours of edging each other, you knew that you'd explode the second you entered her. If you lasted long enough to enter her.

At the “Vigilante Shit” chair routine, both of you lost your minds. “You should learn that dance,” you muttered to her with a tight voice. Wanda nodded, she was too wound up to say anything. She feared the only words that she could articulate in the moment was,“fuck me.”

“Oh fuck it,” you finally said as you pulled you zipper down and moved her panties aside and entered her without much warning. “You win,” you said behind her as you pumped inside of her.

“Finally,” she said as she let out the breath she'd been holding. She gripped the counter in front of her. The two of you eventually moved further back to the suite and shut off the lights to be able to hide just in case something like this happened.

You fucked her roughly. You were typically very gentle with her. But the pent up sexual tension released an animalistic tendency you didn't know you had inside of you. Wanda made no protests as she started to hold onto you. As the confetti ended the concert, you shot rope after rope into Wanda’s warm pussy. Painting her walls white.

“Fucking hell,” you groaned as you head fell against her back. Then you started laughing. Wanda couldn't help but join you.

“What's so funny?” She asked breathlessly.

“People are probably posting videos of being proposed to or all of their innocent experiences and here we are. It's just. It's funny,” you try to explain.

Wanda shrugs, “It's not uncommon to fuck at a concert. How many stories do you hear that someone was conceived at some concert?”

You smirk as you face her, “Do you think we'll be telling that kind of story?” You pull your limp dick out of her and shove it back into your pants. You cover her dripping pussy with her underwear.

Wanda shakes her head and bites her lips as she walks around to grab her things to get ready to leave. “As much as I would love an Era's Tour baby and as much as you'd like to believe you have super sperm, no. I'm pretty sure modern medicine still has you beat.” She pats your chest. “Let's get going. I kind of want you to eat me out. That was a lot of cum, I loved it.”

“Yes ma'am,” you salute her as you grab your things and brace yourself to face the crowded halls once again.

The End.

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azriels-shadowsinger · 8 months

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Confessions (Azriel x Reader)

summary: you and azriel are best friends, but his flirting with elain has become too much for you to bear, so you decide to try to move on.

wc: 3k

a/n: !!warning: mentions attempted SA!! This is the first real fic i have written in years so it’s probably shit but if you decide to read this thank u and i love u.

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For months now, you have been fairly upset about seeing Azriel pining after Elain, but even more annoyed that your friendship with him has become insignificant to him now that he spends all his time with her. About a decade ago, you decided that being hopelessly in love with Azriel was pointless since he would never see you that way, so you settled for friendship. It’s better to have him as a friend than not at all… or at least that’s what you’ve been telling yourself. Mor is the only one who knows about your crush and has kept your secret, but not without constant pestering to tell him how you feel.

“He’s in love with Elain, Mor. I’m over it and over him. I’m ready to move on.” You lie as best you can to her and to yourself.

“You’re so full of shit. But fine, I’ll play along. When we go out tonight, you’re finding someone to go home with!” She says excitedly while finishing her eyeliner. Mor forced you to put on a tight, navy party dress that barely covers your ass instead of letting you wear your go-to little black dress.

After she finishes getting ready, the two of you head down to your room to grab your lipstick, but when you open the door to the hallway, you see Azriel and Elain at the end of the hall whispering and standing only inches from each other. You ignore the ache in your chest at the sight and turn the opposite direction to head to your room, refusing to look behind you when you feel a pair of eyes staring at you.

———

Rita’s was crowded, as per usual. After about an hour of drinks and dancing, you were decently drunk and had forgotten all about Azriel… well almost.

“Can I buy you a drink?” You hear a male say from beside you. He’s tall and fairly handsome, but nowhere near Azriel’s level of attractiveness- damnit you need to get him out of your head!

“Sure. I’ll have what you’re having.” You try to say seductively, but it just comes out awkward. Gods, when was the last time you tried to flirt? He chuckles and orders your drink. Mor gives you a wink from across the bar and disappears into the crowd with a stranger.

After a while of talking, you decide this guy, Mikael, is exceptionally boring, but the night is almost over and he’s your only option. Anything to forget a certain dark and mysterious shadowsinger. Why not try to have fun?

“Do you want to come back to my place?” Mikael whispers in your ear. No reaction. If Azriel had been this close and whispered something to you, you would be all goosebumps and blushes, but with Mikael… nothing. Fuck, this is probably a bad idea. Maybe you should just go home and try again another night.

“Y/n?” His voice pulls you out of your daze. “I asked if you wanted to get out of here.” He says a bit annoyed while sliding a hand up your thigh. Gods, this guy is kinda an ass. This is definitely a bad idea.

“Um… I’m pretty tired. And I came here with a friend, so I should probably find her to make sure she gets home safe.” You slowly stand from your chair to leave. You immediately stumble and feel much dizzier than before. You were never good at handling your liquor, and apparently tonight was no exception… except you don’t remember drinking enough to feel this drunk. Mikael’s hand grabs your shoulder to stabilize you, but his grip feels too tight and he doesn’t let go once you balance yourself.

“Cmon honey. We were having a fun night, let’s keep it going.” He leans too close for comfort, giving you a slimy grin. You pull away and stumble back.

“I really should find my friend. I’m sorry!” You say nervously and look around for Mor. She’s nowhere in sight. Shit. She probably either left with that girl thinking you were gonna go home with Mikael or she’s lost in the crowd. Either way, you just need to get away from Mikael. You stumble towards the door, feeling dizzy and seeing double. Each step feels slower and heavier than the last, but you finally step outside, savoring the winter chill that will hopefully sober you up. Just as you take a step outside, you feel a hand grab your wrist too hard and pull you towards the alley next to Rita’s.

“I spent a lot of fucking money on your drinks tonight, so I’m not gonna ask again. You’re coming home with me.” Mikael’s whiskey breath is inches from your face, making you want to gag. You want to scream for help. You want to kick and fight back, but your body feels weak and your vision keeps getting blurrier. After a moment, you slump onto Mikael and he helps you walk down the sidewalk. To everyone else, you probably look like a drunk girl whose boyfriend is helping her home.

No. No no no. You need to get away. You need someone to notice you aren’t okay. How the fuck did this happen?

You hear a voice behind you and your feet stop moving. It’s too blurry and dark to see, but soon you’re on the ground and someone is yelling. You shut your eyes, accepting whatever horrible thing is about to happen to you. But suddenly you are in someone’s arms, and a moment later you’re inside somewhere. You open your eyes, and despite the blurriness, you recognize your blue curtains. You’re home. Somehow.

Mor must have found you and winnowed you home. Thank the gods for that. You are set on your bed and covered you with blankets.

“Thanks… thanks for finding me, Mor.” You slur and curl into your blankets. “I think that guy… put something in my drink.” Your voice trails off as you become incredibly sleepy and shut your eyes. Mor sits you up and forces you to drink some water. Your eyes feel too heavy to open, so you keep them shut.

“Just… don’t tell Azriel about this. It’s embarrassing enough to go looking for a quick fuck to get over my crush, but it’s even more embarrassing to get fucking drugged by someone in the process.” You get the words out slowly between sips. Thinking about everything that just happened tonight should make you want to cry and vomit, but you’re too tired to do so. When you finish the water, you lay back down and immediately fall asleep.

———

Your head is pounding and the sun is shining too bright. Someone is yelling outside your door. You roll over in bed, half expecting to see some male, but thankfully you are alone in your room. You don’t remember much from last night, but apparently your attempt at a one night stand was unsuccessful. Probably for the best.

The yelling gets louder.

“She was on the fucking sidewalk outside Rita’s!” You hear a male voice yell. Azriel’s voice. Why is Azriel here? And why is he so damn loud?

You slowly make your way out of bed and to the door so you can tell him to shut up, but as soon as you open the door, you see several worried faces staring back at you. Mor, Rhys, Cass, Feyre, and Azriel all stare at you. Mor looks like she’s crying and Azriel is red in the face with a murderous expression.

“Can you all shut up? I have a head-“ you start

“Y/n I’m so sorry!” Mor hugs you tight, almost knocking you over.

“What the…” you start to question before you’re cut off again.

“Do you know his name, y/n? I’ll make sure he is taken care of.” Rhys asks. His voice is gentle, but his face is full of anger.

“Like hell you will. I would’ve killed him last night if I didn’t have to get her back here. I should’ve fucking killed that piece of garbage.” Azriel mutters.

What the hell is going on? You pull away from Mor and face the group.

“Does anyone care to tell me what we’re talking about?” You ask cautiously while rubbing your temples in an attempt to alleviate your headache.

“Of course she doesn’t remember you guys. Give her some space.” Feyre says softly and leads you back inside your room with Mor. The three males protest, but Feyre gives them a stern look and shuts the door. “Sit down, y/n. I’ll tell you what’s happening.”

You sit on your bed and look between Feyre and Mor anxiously.

“You were found outside of Rita’s being carried by a stranger and you were close to unconscious. You’ve been asleep for almost the entire day now.”

You stare back in stunned silence. The memories slowly start to return, but before you can ask a question Mor starts tearing up again.

“You don’t know how sorry I am y/n. You were hitting it off with that guy and next thing I knew, you were gone. I thought you went home with him like you planned, but when Azriel told me-“

“Azriel? Wait… what?” You ask.

“Azriel found you and brought you back here. He made sure you were safe before finding me and going ballistic on me for not watching out for you. I’m so sorry I really didn’t mean to let you get hurt!” She cries again.

“I don’t understand. I vaguely remember someone bringing me home, but I could’ve sworn it was you, Mor, not Azriel.” They both shake their heads. You sit silently and process the information for a minute before saying the only thing that may be helpful in this moment.

“His name was Mikael. He had dark hair, hazel eyes, and wore a red shirt.” You whisper, still in shock. Feyre’s eyes glaze over for a moment as she relays this information to Rhys. Suddenly its completely quiet outside your door.

———

You spend the rest of the day in your room, still exhausted and fighting a hangover. Or the after effects from the drug… not sure. There’s a soft knock at your door.

“Come in.” You call out. Azriel slowly opens the door and walks in. You can tell he just got back and tried to clean up quickly, but there’s still a few smears of blood on him.

“Uh… hi.” You say awkwardly and motion for him to sit. Azriel sits on the end corner of your bed and looks at you with a mixture of anger and fear in his eyes. His shadows are swirling around you, as if to check that you are actually okay. They’ve always taken an interest in you, which you normally appreciate, but right now it just makes you feel guiltier for last night.

“Thank you for finding me last night. I probably wouldn’t be okay right now if you hadn’t.” You whisper, avoiding his gaze. He takes a deep breath, like he is trying to control himself.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” He mutters angrily. Azriel stands and starts pacing the room. “You could’ve been fucking killed!” He raises his voice.

“I know. I didn’t-“

“And then you go and say… fuck y/n!” He runs his hands over his face in frustration.

“I’m sorry, Az.” You whisper, fighting the tears that are building. Wait, why the hell is he mad at you? You didn’t drug yourself. “Azriel, it’s not like I planned for this to happen.” You say a bit annoyed. He lets out a cold laugh.

“Yeah, but you planned on going out to find someone to fuck. Wearing that fucking dress and letting that fucking worthless filth touch you.” He spits out angrily as his shadows swirl around your ankles.

“Okay look, I can do what I want and wear what I want. Why is it any of your business if I try to hook up with someone?” Your eyes burn and you fight the tears. “Obviously I wasn’t expecting someone to put something in my drink. I’ll be more careful next time!” You yell louder.

“Next time?” His voice drops to a whisper and he looks at you with an expression you can’t quite decipher.

“I don’t have to justify my actions to you, Azriel. Why do you even care? You’re never around anymore. Always too busy sneaking off with Elain to hang out with your best friend!” Hurt fills your voice. You hadn’t meant to let that last part slip out.

“Why are you bringing her into this?” His voice drops lower and his brow furrows.

“She has a mate, Azriel! What the hell are you doing?” You sigh and put your head in your hands. “I just miss you.”

He stops pacing and stares at you. “I’m right here. I haven’t gone anywhere.”

“Yes you have! I never see you anymore!” Its true. He never makes plans with you anymore and it has been tearing you apart. It’s strange that he was even at Rita’s in the first place, because he never wanted to go even before he ditched you for Elain. Wait, why was he there? “You were at Rita’s last night when you found me.” It’s not a question.

He nods.

“Why were you there?” He obviously wasn’t expecting you to ask that because panic flashes in his eyes for a brief moment. “I know you weren’t there with Elain because she hates it there. And I didn’t see you inside with the guys.” I try to remember him outside the bar, but it’s all fuzzy.

“I was worried.” He mutters so quiet you barely hear.

“What?”

“I was worried about you y/n!” You look at him surprised. “I saw you in the hall ready to go out in that dress. God, that fucking dress. And the entire night I kept thinking about something bad happening. So I waited outside to make sure you and Mor were safe. And then I saw that fucking piece of shit with his hands on you and I just…” he trails off and takes a deep breath. “If something had happened to you… if I hadn’t been there to stop it…” His expression looks angry again.

You pause and process his words. He almost sounds jealous. But that can’t be it. Because he has no reason to be jealous.

He sighs again and continues with a softer voice. “Do you remember anything after you left?” He asks with a hint of desperation in his voice. You think hard for a moment. You thought Mor got you home and you told her what happened. But it wasn’t Mor. It was Azriel. And then you said not to tell Azriel because… fuck. Your eyes go wide.

Azriel stalks closer and is inches from you. “Do you remember what you said? Was that the drug talking or you?” He whispers low and gets closer, his eyes searching yours for an answer. This cannot be happening. If you thought your friendship was screwed before, this is definitely the final straw.

“Az…” you whisper.

“Tell me.” His voice is demanding.

“I don’t-“ you start, but Azriel turns and runs his hands over his face in frustration. He stays facing away from you, muttering something to himself.

“Azriel, I cant. You already avoid me as it is. I don’t think I can handle losing you as a friend. Losing you completely.” He obviously already knows, but saying it feels too real. Your words cause him to turn back around and get closer to you. Azriel leans over you, caging you against the bed in between his arms and stares at you silently for a moment. His shadows have stilled completely around you two. There’s something desperate in his eyes. He’s so close, closer than he has been in months. Hell, he’s closer than he’s been ever. You look from his eyes to his lips for a split second, mesmerized by the way he barely bites his bottom lip.

“Fuck it.” He mutters. Before you can ask what, he crashes his lips into yours. You freeze for a moment in shock, before melting into his touch. He lets out a low groan as you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer. His calloused hands wrap into your hair and tug slightly, earning a small whimper from you. It takes several moments before you come up for air.

“Azriel… I don’t understand.” You ask breathlessly.

“Please tell me what you said last night is true. That you feel the way I feel.” He rests his forehead on yours.

“What about Elain?”

“I don’t care about Elain! I care about you! She knows that I’m in l-“ He pauses and takes a breath. “I was trying to get over you.” He grabs your chin softly and pulls your face to meet his. “It’s always been you, y/n. Please.”

You stare silently in shock for several moments. “Y/n…” Azriel’s voice pulls you from your trance and you realize he’s waiting for you to answer.

Just as you are about to respond, there is a knock on the door. Azriel quickly pulls away and sits on the edge of the bed away from you, as if nothing were happening.

“Come in!” You call out softly, and Feyre opens the door holding a plate of food.

“I should go.” Azriel says quietly and heads towards the door.

“Wait.” You try to stop him, but he keeps walking.

“I’m just glad you’re okay, y/n.” Azriel opens the door and leaves without a second glance. His shadows remain for a moment, before quickly retreating, as if being called to follow. Feyre gives you a questioning look, but you just shake your head and fall back onto the bed, finally letting the tears flow freely.

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starbirdaltair · 9 months

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I will never get over the fact that when Thalia first woke up after her years as a tree in PJO, Percy was the first person she saw. He was the first person to try to get her nectar and ambrosia and the first thing he did when she woke up was tell her she was safe. He told her it was ok, she's safe now and I will never get over that. That lives rent free in my head at all times. And honestly? I wish more was done with that. I wish there were scenes where that came back up where it is shown that Percy is Like That with Thalia. Not romance, but just give me more soft Thalia and Percy friendship. I love the jokong barbs and how they fight but damnit I want them being friends. I want them comforting each other. I want Thalia to go to Percy when she's scared because she knows he'll help her and calm her. I want Percy noticing every time Thalia is upset or scared and hiding it and I want him to silently be there supporting her.

#percy jackson #thalia grace #pjo #pjo headcanon

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golbrocklovely · 3 days

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complicated // colby brock (pt. 2)

A/N: hilariously when i first drafted this, i was gonna make it a lot meaner/hate fucking like, with a lot of jealousy thrown in. but damnit, bridgerton has foiled my plans again and has really turned me into a lover lol so i made this a little bit softer than originally planned. hope yall like it regardless, and please let me know what you think :) see yall with another fic real soon !

prompt: time has passed since you and sam hooked up, and all seems well. except now… colby is upset with you for some unknown reason. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: SMUT, angst, jealous!colby, possessive!colby, he's still really sweet tho, you guys were out clubbing so... tipsy/drunk sex, mentions of: baby, good girl, darling, cursing, quasi-public sex, could almost get caught, lots of teasing (both sexually and non), mentions of colby having seen you and sam hooking up, sweet ending :)

word count: 3066

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The morning after Sam and I had sex was awkward to say the least.

We both ignored each other, which was easy since Sam and Colby had many calls and business related things to do. And I, being their assistant, had my own tasks at hand for the following week to start.

But when Sam and I were finally able to sit down and talk about it, it went surprisingly well.

We came to two very important conclusions: one, while we had fun, we weren’t going to ever do it again. We cared too much about our friendship to let sex ruin it. Plus the spark really had only been there that night.

And two, we were to never tell Colby.

Everything seemed good for a while. Life got back into the swing of things; Sam and Colby were traveling, I was handling the business side while they were gone. Normal, boring life occurred.

But all the while, I had this strange feeling. Maybe it was due to the fact that Colby had grown cold towards me, almost standoffish. He sometimes would keep to himself, that wasn't unusual; but his demeanor around me became stiff, almost like he was upset at me.

I wanted to confront him, ask him what was wrong, but it never felt like the right time. When the right time finally did come, it was during a couple days stretch where the boys had off. One night when we went out and both came home empty handed, I decided to finally ask him.

His answer was not at all what I was expecting, but in a way it was the one I wanted to hear all along.

I wanted the truth and now I was finally getting it.

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“No way. I cannot believe you used to run away from cops for a living.” Nicole, Sam’s new… friend, said as we walked into Sam and Colby’s house.

A playful look rested on Sam’s face as he nodded. “Yeah, and we did it pretty well.”

“Up until you got arrested.” I chimed in, smirking.

She gasped. “Oh my God, you got arrested? For what?”

“Breaking and entering. And fake ids.” Colby explained.

“Woah woah, the fake ids were just a you charge, Colby.” Sam replied defensively.

“And that was the first and last time Sam and Colby were separated ever again.” I quipped.

Colby turned to look at Sam, a faux-pained expression on his face. “I just can't quit you.”

“Me neither, brother.” Sam sniffled, pretending to hold back tears. The both placed hands on each others' shoulders, giving a tight squeeze.

Nicole glanced back and forth at Sam, Colby, and me, amused. “You guys are so funny. I have been having such a blast all night.”

“I'm happy to entertain you for as long as you'd like.” Sam lowered his voice to an almost sultry tone, moving to her side.

She bit her lip, looking into his eyes. “Maybe you could do that alone? Upstairs, perhaps?"

Sam gave a cheeky look at me and Colby, "I'll see you guys later."

Nicole giggled as she pulled Sam up the stairs, Sam following suit as he whispered something to her and snickered. I peered over at Colby, waiting for Sam's door to shut before speaking. "Well, she seems nice."

“Yeah she's sweet.” Colby agreed, pulling out his phone. He began to walk to the kitchen, and I followed him.

“So... what do you plan to do the rest of the night?” I asked.

He mumbled. “Might order some postmates, then call it a night.”

“Exciting.” I deadpanned, slightly annoyed at him. I changed the subject, thinking that was the cause, “That new club we went to was a lot of fun. The live music was so cool to hear.”

“Yeah it was.” Colby didn't look up, continuing to scroll through his phone.

I sighed, exhausted. “You know, you've been acting this way all night with me.”

“Like what?” He exhaled, finally looking up.

“Short. To the point.” I stated.

He shrugged. “I don't feel like being social.”

I scrunched my face at him, “It was your idea to go out tonight.”

“My social battery ran out really fast then.” Colby blinked, frowning.

“It's not just tonight though. You've been like this for over a week at this point. I thought maybe it was because of work, but....” I trailed off, unsure.

He pursed his lips, “What?”

“You're icing me out. What did I do?” I questioned, stepping towards him.

He moved back, shaking his head. “I don't want to talk about this.”

I followed him. “Well I do. So talk.”

“Okay, if you really want to talk…” He rubbed his eyes for a moment, finally speaking. “Do you have something to tell me?”

My heart stopped. “What?”

He repeated, his eyes icy. “Do you have something to tell me?”

I sucked my teeth, knowing exactly what Colby was referring to. “...I'm gonna kill Sam.”

He chuckled darkly, “Oh, no no. Don't get pissed at the guy that told me what happened.”

I huffed, “We promised each other not to tell you.”

“He folded real quick on that.” Colby crossed his arms, leaning against the counter.

I stared up at him, puzzled. “When did he tell you?”

“A couple days after it happened.” He informed.

I groaned, spinning to yell towards the stairs, “He really went behind my back and just flat out told you. What the fuck, Sam?!”

“Why didn't you tell me?” Colby argued.

I turned back, “Oh, c'mon Colby. You know why.”

“No please, do tell. I would love to hear why.” He jeered.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “Do you think I want to tell one of my best friends 'hey just so you know, me and your other best friend, who is also my friend, fucked'? Of course not!”

“Why? You shouldn't feel uncomfortable doing that. Since you did it so publicly, in this very room, might I add.” He shot back.

My eyes widened for a second. “He told you we fucked in the kitchen?”

“No. He's too nice for that.” Colby stepped towards me, almost looming over me. “Do you remember a couple months back when we thought someone was trying to break into the house, so we got extra security cameras installed?”

I crossed my arms defensively, “What does that have to do with this?”

“We didn't get the cameras installed just outside the house. We also got some installed in the common areas. One in the living room....” He leaned down, whispering. “And one in the kitchen.”

“You're kidding.” My breath hitched involuntarily.

“Any and every movement that happens in these areas gets recorded. When Sam told me you two fucked, I thought he was joking. But I checked…” His voice fell off, an almost smirk coming to his face.

I stuttered, “Y-You-?”

“You really know how to put on a performance.” Colby spoke condescendingly, staring into my eyes with a mischievous glint.

I scoffed, putting space between us. “Fuck you.”

He rolled his eyes, “You wish.”

I glared, exhaling harshly. “You know, you're acting like a jealous boyfriend.”

“Really?” He sassed.

“Yeah. Why the fuck do you care if I slept with Sam? You've never cared about who he hooks up with. But you suddenly care when it's me?" I scowled.

“I care who he hooks up with.” He argued.

I placed my hands on my hips, “Name me literally one girl he's gotten with within the last month or two. Any of them.”

“Nicole is upstairs with him now.” He remarked sarcastically.

I narrowed my gaze, “She doesn't count.”

“Sorry I don't memorize all of their names. I don't need to really remember them since I'm not the one sleeping with them.” Colby bickered, turning away from me.

I thought for a moment, a realization appearing in my mind, “Any time I've almost hooked up with someone, you've always been so aggressive towards them afterwards. But now since it was Sam, you're angry with me.”

“I'm upset because you didn't tell me. Instead, you wanted to keep it a secret from me. That's why I'm pissed.” He rebutted, facing me once more.

“But what's the difference between Sam telling you or me telling you? You've known basically since it happened, why are you still holding it against me?” I sneered, “Unless, of course, you're jealous.”

He queried angrily, “Jealous of what, exactly?”

“You're jealous I didn't sleep with you.” I hissed.

He shook his head, his voice faltering. “Give me a break, Y/N.”

“No no, be honest Colby. Why else are you pissed? You found out a week ago, and have held it against me just because I wasn't the one that told you. You found out regardless, so what is there to be pissed about?” I searched his eyes, but he tilted his head away from my glare. “It's none of your fucking business who I sleep with, whether it's Sam, the guy down the street, or a random guy at the club. You're not my boyfriend. I'm allowed to fuck whoever I want to!”

I spun on my heel, but Colby's hand gripped my wrist, spinning me back to him. My eyes locked with his for a brief moment as he grabbed my face, kissing me deeply. I shuddered a breath, taken aback by how passionate the kiss was. Colby wrapped an arm around me, pulling me against him, as his other hand pulled on my hair lightly.

“You're right, Y/N. I hate how fucking right you always are.” He nipped at my lips, a low groan leaving his mouth. “Do you know how frustrating it is seeing you with other guys? Seeing them put their hands on you, when that's all I can think about doing?”

“Colby!” I gasped quietly, our mouths meeting again. He pressed me against the counter, the spot feeling eerily similar on my back.

Was this the same spot as-?

“I shouldn't have been a dick to you, I'm sorry. But I will never apologize for wanting you all to myself.” His voice came out in an almost growl, “I want you to be mine, and mine alone.”

My mouth fumbled over my words, my hands gliding up his back. “W-Why didn't you just say that? Why now?”

“Seeing you fuck Sam in here weirdly was the wake up call I needed,” he chuckled bitterly. “I thought that maybe all this time I was just overly protective but no... I am jealous. I don’t want to see you with anyone else ever again.”

Colby's hand lifted up my leg, wrapping it around his waist. He slowly inched his fingers higher and higher until he was under my dress, tickling the lining of my underwear. “Let me show you how badly I want you. Please.”

My knees almost buckled at the sound of his voice. The desperation. I nodded, unable to form words, and his hand slowly slid up more until he pressed his palm against my sex. I squeaked unintentionally, a smirk coming to his face. He rubbed slow circles into my clit, my back arching instantly.

“You're already soaking through your panties... Fuck me.” He grunted.

I bit my lip, “Seeing you jealous is honestly kind of a turn on.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Oh really? You like making me jealous? You like me being possessive of you?”

“I like hearing you admit you like me, so if that does the trick…” I trailed off, teasingly.

He pressed harder into my clit, a moan ripping through me when he did. He moved his mouth down, sucking on my neck in time with his movements.

My hands snaked down his torso, touching every muscle on my way to his belt. I clutched the buckle, loosening his belt from his pants. I slipped my hand inside, cupping his growing bulge. He gasped, grinding his cock into my hand.

He closed his eyes tightly, “Fuck baby, that feels so good.”

My cunt clenched at the sound of his voice, needing him deeply. “Please Colby. Fuck, I want you so badly.”

“I need you too, Y/N.” Colby exhaled harshly, “Spin around for me.”

I glanced at him for a moment, shocked by the hunger in his eyes. I turned around, placing my hands on the counter. The cool surface felt like ice against my hot skin, the hairs on my arms standing on end. I heard a package ripping, Colby sliding a condom on that he grabbed from his wallet. Suddenly his hands were on me, pulling the skirt of my dress up until it rested above my ass. He rolled my panties down, his hands massaging my thighs on their way back up.

“You ready for me?” His voice dripped with an aching need: me.

I breathlessly sighed, “Yes, please.”

He pushed my legs open, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. I mewled at the feeling, backing my hips up until my ass hit his crotch. He groaned, his one hand gripping my hip while the other rested on my back.

Slowly he glided his cock inside of me, both of us holding our breaths as he did. I stretched around him, his size bigger than what I was used to. He filled me up more and more, my eyes fluttering in ecstasy. His body relaxed against mine once he was all the way in, a shuddering 'fuck' falling from his lips.

“Move, Colby. God, please!” I begged.

His hand moved around me to cover my mouth jokingly. "Shh, you can't be too loud. Don't want Sam and his girl to know what we're doing."

I rolled my eyes, knowing that they were lost in their own world and would give no shits about us fucking in here. Colby smirked against my skin, kissing and nibbling my neck and shoulders. His hand drifted back, running through my hair, tugging lightly. His hips began to move in low thrusts. I bit my lip to not moan loudly, but it was so hard. He felt like heaven, and way better than all of my dreams had imagined.

“God, you feel amazing, Y/N.” Colby whispered lightly, “So wet for me.”

I gripped the counter, holding myself into place as he bucked into me. I moved my hips in time with his, meeting him with each thrust.

His hands cupped my hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into them. “You are fucking gorgeous, baby.”

I hummed a moan, my head lulling back. Colby's hand collided with my ass quickly, slapping it. I let out a small shriek, surprised by the impact.

“Colby!” I giggled, looking over my shoulder at him.

He grinned, his dimples appearing briefly. “Can't help it. Wanted to do that for so long.”

“Really? So you've been staring at my ass all this time?” I questioned.

“Oh yeah. Every chance I get.” He raised his eyebrows smugly.

“Perv.” I joked.

Colby laughed, sliding all the way inside of me and stopping. He pressed me against the counter, his hand drifting down and rubbing my clit. “And you're just like me.”

My eyes almost rolled back into my head from the pleasure. “H-how?”

“You're letting me fuck you right in the same spot Sam fucked you in. They could come down any minute and catch us. You want that to happen, don't you?” He grunted, his voice sounding like pure sex.

His fingers on my clit made it hard to think, let alone respond. I stuttered out a curse. His lips were against my ear, “You're mine from now on, you hear me? No one will ever touch you like this again besides me. Say it. Say you're mine.”

“I-I'm yours.” I whimpered.

“Again.” His hips started back up, fucking me harder against the counter than ever before.

“'M yours.” I slurred, my orgasm growing closer and closer.

He slapped my ass again, “Tell me one more time, darling.”

“I'm yours! Fuck Colby, I'm yours!” I exclaimed, unable to hold back.

“That's my good girl! Fuck yourself on my cock. Do it.” Colby demanded.

I bounced on his dick, his fingers still rubbing my clit over and over again. I was panting, unable to hold back any noises that escaped my throat. My hand slid down to his hand on my clit, pressing him more into me. I gripped his wrist, my nails digging in.

“You close baby? You gonna fucking come for me?” He cursed, his thrusts picking up speed.

I cried out, “Pleaseeee Colbyyy, I wanna come!”

His other hand wrapped around my throat, lightly squeezing for a second. He taunted, “Shhh, you can't scream, Y/N. Even though I know you want to."

Colby pounded into me harder, guttural moans and the sounds of our skin slapping together filling the room.

His voice was hoarse, hungry. “I'm close, darling. Ffffuck you feel so good!”

I desperately whined back, white knuckling the counter as my high grew near. "I'm gonna fucking-!"

“That's it, Y/N. Come for me. Soak my cock and come!” Colby thundered.

My body exploded into an orgasm, my vision blurring. I cried out in ecstasy and pleasure, my hips bucking helplessly around his cock. Colby picked up his pace, thrusting into me passionately. His husky groans echoed in my ear as he came. His hands dug into my skin, his fingers curved as he rubbed my clit through my orgasm. I shook against him, my body finally relaxing against the counter as my pleasure subsided a minute later.

He rested his forehead against my back, spreading lazy kisses and licks across my shoulders and neck. I smiled, catching my breath slowly. His hands moved, softly caressing my skin as he stood up. He picked me up off the counter, spinning me back to face him. Resting me back against it, his body still against mine. His eyes scanned my face, taking in every detail.

“Hi.” He whispered sweetly.

I grinned, “Hi.”

“You okay?” He asked, lightly brushing my hair out of my face.

“Never better. You?” I giggled.

“I'm great.” Colby pecked my lips, pausing briefly. “I wasn't kidding when I said all of that, you know."

"I believe you." I breathed.

"So... you're still mine, right?” He murmured.

“Of course." I lowered my gaze bashfully, "And you're mine?”

He nudged my face up, our eyes locking. “Absolutely.”

<< part one ||

#colby brock #sam and colby #colby brock x reader #colby brock smut #colby brock fic #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock one shot #colby brock oneshot #colby brock angst

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heretherebedork · 9 days

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Time to Rate The Couples in We Are again!

PhumPeem keep getting better, they really do, and I do enjoy that Phum is gone on him and not being subtle while Peem is falling but still frustrated by just plain old who Phum is. I really am enjoying that. 9/10 though I fear that once they officially get together that will go down... we'll see.

QToey is a dream. Look at them! Look at Pencil Senior and Milk Frappe Boy! Look at the the man who didn't realize his heart was right next to him the whole time and had no idea how to cope when he discovered who he fallen in love with for a second time. Hi, demi Q headcanon. 100/10 I wanna see them be adorable.

TanFang are just the best boyfriends of all time and I want wanna see them love each other more, please, give them more screen time of happiness! 1000/10 still my favorites.

ChainPun are basically already an old married couple but also aren't dating and haven't ever talked to each other about their prolonged eye contact. They need more time together, damnit. 8/10 still not enough and a bit confusing.

Still love all the friendship. Everyone has friends that love and support them! Definitely love that for them. 20/10

And now...

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So this was something I started last year, but never finished (cause I forgor) buy here ya go.

Ooc Hobie probably, but boo hoo, I don’t care

» [ Hobie (Spider-Punk) x trans!reader ] «

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You and Hobie always had a weird friendship. Where whenever one of you saw the other, you would scream at each other about how great the other is. The other spider-folks would either find it adorable or annoying. Miguel thought of it as annoying since the both of you are ‘too loud’ for his taste. But why does it matter to him? Maybe he’s still sour due to the fact that he lost his daughter, personal issue if you ask me.

Though Hobie and you are close friends. You still neglected to mention to him some things about you, but you didn’t have the need to tell him anything any time soon. You’d know he’d be fine with the fact of who you are.

Oddly enough, today you decided to install Pokémon Go. Just for the heck of it (and because you really wanted a specific Pokémon). You spent roughly a couple minutes on it, starting to question if it was the right choice. You opened the portal to where all the spider-folks are at and walked in. You looked around to see if you can spot a certain punk.

“You looking for someone?”

Startled and turned to see it was just Lyla with a smirk on her face. You chuckled and nodded, “Do you know if Hobie is in here or if he’s in his dimension?” Lyla just laughed and told you that he was here. “He’s on top of one of the buildings” She said as she disappeared. You smiled and went on your way. After a while you found him where Lyla said he would be. He seemed to just be relaxing, you smiled and looked at him for a bit before you decided to ruin his day. “HOBIE!!” Hobie turned around and saw you and smiled. “Yeah Y/N, it’s me. What’s up?”

“I THINK I MADE A MISTAKE!”

He looked at you with a confused expression “WHAT kind of mistake?!” You paused for a moment and muttered, “So I decided to reinstall Pokémon Go..”

“Y/N, DON’T PLAY THAT GAME FOR YOUR OWN SAKE!!”

“BUT I NEED (Favorite Pokémon)!!”

“THEY ARE FICTIONAL CREATURES! YOU DON’T NEED THEM!” You gasped at his statement and gave him a look of betrayal. “YES I DO!!” You responded. “WHY ON EARTH DO YOU NEED THEM?!”

“BECAUSE I RELATE TO (Favorite Pokémon)!!” You yelled back.

“WHY DO YOU RELATE TO (Favorite Pokémon)?!”

“NO COMMENT”

“DON’T YOU HAVE FRIENDS?!” He blurted out. You paused once again giving him a look that said ‘Ayo chill’ He saw that and chuckled awkwardly, “I was just asking..” He scratched the back of his neck.

“This is why I need (Favorite Pokémon)”

“YOU DON’T NEED (Favorite Pokémon)!!”

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHATS GOOD FOR ME!!”

“I ACTUALLY DO KNOW WHATS GOOD FOR YOU!!”

“NUH UH!!”

“YUH HUH!!” He retorted

“SAYS WHO??” You fought back

“SAYS ME” He countered

“WHY?!”

“BECAUSE I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE DOES” He stood up and walked towards you. He’s not wrong, he really does know you better than anyone else in here does. You two were close, and it shows. “I KNOW” you screamed.

“YOU DON’T KNOW!! IF YOU KNEW, YOU WOULDN’T BE PLAYING POKÉMON GO!!” Damnit he’s got a point.

“BUT I NEED IT”

“YOU DON’T NEED IT!!”

“WHY?!”

“BECAUSE ITS BAD FOR YOU!” (NUH uh)

“Damn..” you said, acting a bit dramatic for the affect. He sighed and shook his head, “What am I going to do with you?” He questioned, mostly to himself while smiling. “Honestly, I don’t even know myself” you replied. You both stayed silent for a bit, till he thought of something. “Hey Y/N… I think I know why you relate to (Favorite Pokémon) now..” You gave him a puzzled look and quirked up an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

“You just need a friend”

“…”

“Okay we’re done with this conversation” you said as you facepalmed. No need to call you out like that.. geez..

“BUT I WANNA HELP!”

“NO!!”

“I’M GONNA HELP YOU WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!!!”

“WHY?!”

“BECAUSE I’M YOUR FRIEND AND YOU NEED ME TO HELP!!”

“DO YOU KNOW WHAT I NEED??”

“A FRIEND??!” “Damn I get it… no need to remind me that I’m lonely..” You mentally said to yourself

“NO!! A CHEST BINDER” You replied without thinking. Shit.. did you just really put yourself?

“A CHEST BINDER??!!” Now it was his turn to look puzzled.. Fuck

“YEAH!”

“WHY???!!!” “Well it’s now or never..”

“CAUSE I’M TRANS!!”

“YOUR TRANS?!”

“YEAH!! WHAT OF IT?!!” You would be lying to yourself if you said that your kinda scared shitless

“I’M JUST SURPRISED!!”

“REALLY?” “Dumb reply”

“YEAH, I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE TRANS!!!” Even if you never told him, he still would’ve called you a guy since you passed really well. You were happy.

“WELL SURPRISE!!” You were scared shitless, yet you knew he would still be supportive of you. That’s just how he is, but it was your turn to be surprised by what came out his mouth.

“I HAVE TO GET YOU A CHEST BINDER NOW!!”

“THAT’S SO SWEET OF YOU!!” Your heart beat a happy tune.. man he made you feel such love and happiness

“ANYTHING FOR YOU!!” Yeah.. he really made your heart skip a beat

“WHY ARE WE STILL YELLING?!”

“BECAUSE WE’RE LOUD PEOPLE!!” You paused once again and nodded. “Fair enough”, again silence came over you two again.

“…So, about the chest binder..” Hobie started up. You turned to him, “What about it?”

“I REALLY NEED TO GET YOU ONE!!” Man, he really is sweet. But sometimes, you just want to buy something’s for yourself. As a reward.

“I CAN GET IT MYSELF, BUCKO”

“NO YOU CAN’T!! IT’S MY JOB TO GET YOU ONE!!” He’s more than aware that you are more than capable of getting yourself one, but he really cares about you and wants to give you one as a gift. How sweet

“WHY?!”

“BECAUSE YOU NEED IT!!”

“YEAH I DO!! I CAN GET ONE MYSELF!!”

“I’LL BUY YOU ONE!!!!” And when you thought he couldn’t get any sweeter..

“YOU DON’T NEED TO”

“I’LL BUY IT AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME!!” Times like these, you’re really thankful that you’re on top of a building. Sure, if some folks are close enough, they would hear your guy’s scream fight. But would they understand what the two do you are talking about.. probably not.

“LET ME BUY IT FOR MYSELF!!”

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Will I finish this? Probably not, but hey, you just gotta do what you gotta do

#ftm reader #hobie brown #atsv #across the spiderverse #hobie x reader #trans male reader #male reader #why was one of the hashtags male feet #hobie x male reader #kachow

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not really, but I suppose that’s just a difference of opinion. I do think that gorgug’s nightmare sequence was one of the weakest, especially with how it shifted topics (being dead, small spaces, not being able to escape a stereotype, because if any of these had been expanded on that would’ve been great), but I do think a lot of gorgug’s character revolves around feeling in-between, or too much one thing and not another and trying to close that gap. The best one for me was deffo the sphinx tho, I interpreted it as not *just* about him being dumb, but rather like. You’re big and dumb and strong and your main job is getting angry and hitting shit with an axe. You went to a community of gnomes and they gave you a better axe, and you loved it. You are uniquely dumb, unlike those who have come before you, because you cannot solve a specific kind of puzzle while a sphinx talks at you. You are the reason your parents cut contact, and from the beginning you were unsuited for their home. Your extended family predicted that you would grow to know only rage, and here you are, a barbarian. You, from this perspective, are not proving them wrong.

I do think that that whole sequence does reveal that he’s afraid of like. Being that stereotype? And then going yeah sure I’m stupid eat me, then moving forward and clawing your way into understanding anyways

Ahhh I see. Yeah I think I did misunderstand your first ask a bit lol

I did really love a lot of the topics his sequence brought up. Like I've read some incredibly well-written fanfics that covered the ways that claustrophobia, and imposter syndrome, and being dead have affected him. But like you said, if they had just honed in on at least one, rather than hopping back and forth, it could have done so much for that section. Cuz, personally, I don't feel like we saw Gorgug be significantly affected by any of those. At least not in a way that felt complete and satisfying.

I really like what you said about his character being "in-between". I totally agree. Kinda circles back to how his parents trying to help him calm his rage was actually stifling him.

Your family needs you to calm down; you've broken another bedchairdoorappliance. Your teacher wants you to rage; he says anger is good but you don't understand. You sing to try and calm yourself, you're always trying to be kind to others; they only use it to hurt you more and all you can do is get angry back. Your friends need you to rage. You don't have the power to protect them socially, but this you can do. You try not to rage outside of a fight, but.... they don't seem to be that bothered when you do. In fact, you watch them provoke physical confrontation when they're mad on many occasions.

(Oops dipped a biiiit into the pot of how important friendship is to his character. Did not mean to lol it's just one of my fav things about him so it's kinda subconscious I guess)

But yeah! He's also in such a limbo this season as well! You can't do this you're too angry, you're not smart enough for that, you don't rage right.

Also realllyy like your interpretation of his trial. The angle you described it at was really interesting.

I don't think stereotype is the right word, though. I would say... he's afraid of becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy? I'm assuming based on your own "stereotype?" that you weren't sure about the word either.

I don't think Gorgug is, or would ever be, afraid of being a "stereotype". Like I don't think he gives a shit about the stereotype that orcs/half-orcs/barbarians only know anger and destruction. I think he's afraid of being a self-fulfilling prophecy of all the things people say that he is. Stupid, mindless, destructive, etc. To pull from what you said here (which it wont let me copy paste on mobile god fucking damnit)

"Your extended family predicted that you would grow to know only rage, and here you are, a barbarian. You, from this perspective, are not proving them wrong."

"Stereotype" for sure applies to his racist extended family. They fucking breathe stereotypes like oxygen. But the bit where his afraid of becoming what everyone says he is, I think "self-fulfilling prophecy" suits that much better. He believes he can be more than that, he knows he can, but it doesn't change the fact that they are technically right.

Okay and the giving in but then "clawing your way into understanding anyways" actually goes so hard lol. Anon, you are so right. From that pov, it's not so much a give up as it is an acknowledgment before he essentially puts the subject on ice.

Rings back a bit to the start of fhjy to me. That dread of seeing the email of school starting back up again, and the terrible sinking pit in your stomach of avoidance, because the time has come to really unpack all that. There was something specific Zac said in his little Gorgug recap before the season started that was about, like, the dread of having to figure out who the fuck you're gonna be when everyone around you seems to have their shit together. That. That hit hard lmao but the experience that he's covered is very true to Gorgug, I think.

I totally misunderstood your first ask! Though I'm happy you sent another cuz I understand a lot better, I think. And tbh I've never had the opportunity to discuss that section of fantasy high with anyone? I wasn't on tumblr or watching d20 when it first aired so I missed these specific topics. Always been v interested in what others thought of his part. Maybe I should put the vods on in the bg next time I'm play sdv. Give em a relisten. And man. The fact that I'm out here quoting your message brings me back to english class so hard. Shocked I don't hate it. Actually having a topic you give half a shit about does wonders huh lmao

Thanks for the ask! You have altered my perspective and I appreciate it. It's like how sometimes you gotta read something out loud to understand it. If all I have is the walls of my own skull, I can only get so far.

#i want ppl to send me more discussions this is fun #making me question my fucking future career choices lol #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #fantasy high #fh #fantasy high sophomore year #fhsy #gorgug thistlespring #character analysis #asks #anon ask #btw yall can also dm me if you would like #i do like the public discussion but if you wanted more in depth back and forth dms are open #i did not proofread at all i have food to get so apologies lol #edited to add a read more link cuz long post

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damianabsinthe · 2 months

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Psychic Sobriety Chapter Two

18+

This is the latest chapter of my fic! It features sexually frustrated Leon, and you two drinking together. There's about 10k words in this fic so far, so I'm posting these when I go back to edit.

Tags for this chapter: drinking, cigarettes, angst, pining,

word count: 2,484

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Leon couldn’t sleep. He was too close to you, could smell you too clearly. You smelled like the earth, like musk, too much like yourself for his heart to stop beating erratically. He was fine until you decided to curl closer to him in your sleep, blissfully unaware of his predicament. He felt much younger, in the most uncomfortable way possible.

When he was younger, he didn't understand how the world could be so unfair. His naïveté cost him, but it died as much like his joy after racoon city. He couldn’t save everyone. The deaths weighed him down so surely that he knew they would never go away. But they are accompanied by goodness whenever you are near. You made him feel happy, made him forget his regrets.

One thing he could not forget was the current pressing need to touch. But you were so skittish- almost repulsed by his touch. This was not how he wanted you to spend the night in his bed. He wanted you satisfied and sleepy from making love to you- no. Give up on that thought.

Leon was not the casual sex type in his youth. He got too attached too quickly. But now he looked for you in the backs of other people. He wanted your body, your hair, your smell. No one else was you. So, he fucked strangers- in the dark, from behind, imagining they were you. And now here you are, in his bed, both in the dark and on your stomach. It gave him a good view of the slope of your ass. Damnit.

You shifted slightly closer to him. Leon prayed to the god he gave up on. It wasn't the first time he had slept next to you, long nights passing a bottle between the two of you will do that. But tonight was different, your demeanor changed. You got sloppy well before him. You kissed him before he knew what was happening. Then you begged him to take you- to make you cry. It was a lot to take in. The dynamic had suddenly shifted without warning. He wanted to bring you flowers, take you to dinner, and officially ask you to be his. And you would either say yes or no, but at least he would know.

One thing he knew- he would save this friendship. Even if you didn’t mean it. Because you must not have. You wanted to be loved. But he didn’t want anyone else to love you like he did- he didn’t want anyone else touching you. He wanted every part of you, to have and to hold- no.

He quieted his mind and paid attention to your breathing- sturdier than your waking breaths, with a jagged undertone. You smelled different when asleep. Were you having a nightmare? Your breaths became ragged, sweat collected on your brow. He nervously put a hand on your arm, the part covered by his shirt. God, the way you looked in his shirt, the way your smells blended... No. You are in trouble. No time to admire you. He gently shakes your arm. You stir quickly, waking with a panicked breath.

“Are you okay?” Leon asks.

“Fuck.” You say, in lieu of an answer.

“Not tonight, dear.” He smirks at you. You merely look at him. You look uncomfortable, put on the spot. Leon regretted waking you up until you asked your question.

“Can- Can we hold hands again?” Your voice sounded so small. And despite his better judgment, he allowed your hand to press into his. He didn’t need sleep anyway. Your hand felt perfect in his. Like they were meant to go together.

“What was your dream about?” He asked.

“Nothing good. Thanks for waking me.” You responded.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Leon said, voice soft.

“It wasn’t the type of dream I’d like to relive. You were dead.” Leon was no stranger to losing people in his dreams. The amount of times he had woken up with the urge to call you, hold you, make sure you were alive, likely outnumbered yours. But you’ve been through hell in your own right.

”I’m here.” He said dumbly. “And I’m not going anywhere. It’s been a while since I’ve been in the service.”

”You’ll stay here?” You ask, eyes wide, “With me?” He nods. He desperately wants to stay close to you. You had been the air bubbles escaping his mouth to show which way is up, which way to swim in an ocean of sadness, how to drown while holding your breath.

”I’m here now, aren’t I?” He asks. “Here, listen to my heartbeat again.” But instead of putting your hand on his chest like he expected, you pulled your entire body over top of his, letting your ear listen to his heartbeat. Leon tried to monitor his heart rate and breathing. You lay over top of him like you belonged there- and you did. He ran a hand over your hair, feeling the softness of the strands, feeling the shape of your head.

Your breathing evened out after a few minutes. He wondered how you could be so peaceful with him, with his hands in your hair like this. Don’t you know what these hands have done?

Your head was on his chest, leg strewn across his hip, as you rested completely unaware of his predicament.

This predicament was the pressing need between his legs. He adjusted you slightly so your leg wouldn’t make contact with his hip- almost groaning as it backfired on him, and you rubbed a leg directly over his crotch. The friction was a horrible sweetness. You were full of them, your hair was soft, you smelled so good, and you laid over top of him like you trusted him.

He desperately tried to suppress the images flashing through his mind- you riding his dick as you moan above him, kissing you goodnight as you lay tangled and naked together, moaning in your ear as you raked your nails down his back. His pulse quickened as he thought about his cock going into your tight, wet hole, made just for him… Fuck. He breathed hard, then stilled, worried about waking you. You merely kept sleeping, oblivious and gorgeous. He imagined his hand going down to his waistband, slipping it in, stroking himself while you lay asleep on top of him. He felt disgusting at the thought of violating you like that. Think, Leon… You’re underneath your best friend, the horniest you’ve been in years, and they have no idea. You can’t touch yourself without waking them up, and you can’t move them because you’re a selfish asshole that wants to memorize the feeling of their skin on yours. He cursed. Telling himself what a creep he is wasn’t helping, if anything it’s making the problem worse. You flexed your hand over his chest, wanting to feel the rise and fall of his breathing, even while asleep. Your hand moved along his nipple, and he whimpered like a bitch.

He had to move you.

Your hand stilled over his other nipple, breast, his brain supplied unhelpfully. How could you possibly lay closer to him? He should have made a pillow wall. Not that he had enough pillows to make one. But it seemed like the kind of thing you would have done if you hadn’t wanted his closeness last night… fuck. Was he taking advantage of you? Was there a chance you would wake up the next morning regretting the feel of his skin on yours? He cursed again, more determined to switch your position without waking you. You had finally gone back to sleep, quicker than usual for you, and he didn’t want to disturb that. Cautiously, he took your hand and moved it to the side. Then he slid your body closer to your side, and further from him. You were now on your side. His body missed you. He wanted physical closeness with you again.

He sat up, planting his feet firmly on the floor. He looked in the pockets of his sweatpants absentmindedly, before remembering he didn’t want you to take his flask out of it when you were already too drunk. So it was still in his jacket, in the living room.

He slunk out of the room quietly, hoping you wouldn’t stir further. After closing the door, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked normally out to the living room. He spotted his leather jacket slung over the back of a chair, and rifled through the pockets, forgetting which he stuck the bottle in last night in his drunken haze. After locating it, he twisted the cap off and took a sip of whiskey. It felt buttery smooth in his mouth, a testament to how much he needed it. He was desperate for a drink after his rush of hormones and unpleasantness of having them. He was getting too old for crushes. He needed to fuck you and get it out of his system. But he couldn’t, because how could be content with one time? How could he be happy when you leave him with the taste of yourself on his lips and the cold shock of your absence?

His cock was still hard. No amount of whiskey could give him the limp dick he needed to communicate his feelings to you effectively. He could always show you, get his dick wet from your eager lips or desperate cunt… but talking should come first. Talking should always come before he does. He took another swig of whiskey. It burnt his throat as it filled his stomach with warmth. They say lonely people take hotter showers, to feel the warmth they lose from their solitude. He imagines drinking is the same, you replace the warmth of life with the burn of alcohol.

Leon’s mouth felt dry, his cock still achingly hard, heartbeat erratic. He needed to touch himself. Would you hear him if you woke up? He knew he had to be quiet. He leaned back on the couch, where you had drunkenly kissed him several hours before. It still smelled a bit like you. He wrapped his hand around his cock beneath his underwear, sighing. He took himself out fully, letting the cold air kiss his cock. He was desperate for you. Your cunt must have been so wet to ask him to fuck you… and he wishes he could have taken care of it. He imagines grabbing your hips instead, saying absolutely, you can have me. All of me. Saying I will make you scream so hard you’ll forget everything but my name.

He stroked himself harder, imagining a world with your cunt around his throbbing cock, wet and eager to be filled by him. He imagined you moaning his name, bouncing on his cock, taking what you wanted. He let out a stifled moan. He was always a loud one, letting his pleasure be known. But now was not the moment to be seen-or heard- by you. You were asleep just a few hundred feet away. Your mere presence in the building shouldn’t be enough to get him up, but it's happened multiple times before.

He brought a hand up to his mouth, silencing any further moans from slipping through. His other hand was busy with his cock, mind going through pictures of your body- from behind, from above, watching you bend over, and imagining you sucking his cock. He let out a loud moan, then cursed himself for it. Moaning loudly was not a desirable trait for most male partners to have. He hoped you liked it loud. Not that it should matter what you liked, because if he wakes you up and you come in here, he will never get to know. He imagined you walking in now, all sleepy and curious. Seeing him here working his cock, you say would you like some help? And he would say hey, I've got a job for you, babe. Or- something smoother. Damnit Leon, he thought, be cool.

“You look like you need a hand,” you say, licking your lips.

“Hey dollface,” Leon replies, smooth as a whistle. “I didn’t wake you, did I?” You shake your head. Then you look at his dick and come closer.

“Mind if I join in?” You ask. Leon nods. You come over and sit between his knees, mouth open and waiting. He feeds his cock into your mouth- no, you kiss the tip of his cock before asking:

“May I?” he nods, you slurp- no, you gently take it in- no, you-

“Ugh.” Leon was broken out of the spell with his own nervousness, unsure of what you would do or even want to do. He hated the shame of thinking of you like this. As if you were only for his pleasure, for him to use- God damnit.

It had been almost ten years since las plagas, and he hasn’t been the same since. He hasn't been the same since most of his missions. He takes the hand off his mouth and uses it to take another sip of whiskey. If you were here, he’d offer you a chaser. You hadn’t been the heavy drinker he is. It was only recently that you started getting further into it, not knowing where to stop, or ignoring your limits entirely, as if you were trying to drown something out. Leon knew that feeling well and didn’t want to pry- you would tell him on your own time.

He ran his hand absentmindedly down his length, imagining it was your hand. He moaned again, so small he was sure you wouldn’t hear. He let himself fall into his fantasies.

You’re wearing your customary all black ensemble, clothes hugging your body as you take a shot of whiskey, chasing it with a drag of your cigarette. You’re on the balcony, body heat pressing into him.

“Those things will kill you; you know.” He jokes, you roll your eyes to look up at the stars.

“That’s kind of the idea.” You reply. He looks past your sadness.

“Have you ever considered that there are people that want you to live?” He says. You scoff.

“It’s a little too late for that.” You say, a tinge of regret in your voice. You pass him the bottle. He thrusts it out to the moon.

“To being too late.” He cheers. You take out your cigarette and gesture it to the moon.

“To being too late,” You echo. He takes a large sip. You take a long drag. Your mouths are busy but not with each other.

Leon came three times that night imagining those lips wrapped around his dick. But the night he sat on the couch with his dick in hand as you slept in his bed, he merely palmed himself, frustrated.

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isaackuo · 1 month

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Fallout's canon love triangle

I feel like people are sleeping on the canon love triangle in Fallout - Dane x Maximus x Lucy.

I mean, obviously the show revolves around Lucy x Maximus, and it's adorable. But there's also this more messed up relationship with Dane and Maximus.

First off, Dane's obviously got it real bad for Maximus, but they haven't told him ... it's ambiguous how much Maximus realizes or not. Dane injured themselves to not leave Maximus, but was then disappointed when Maximus got their slot ... just goes to show, when you do crazy stuff because you're in love, in this show, it'll probably be about the stupidest thing to do at the time.

Later, though, Dane lies to Maximus, claiming that they did it because they were afraid of going out on the mission. Obviously, this lie was only necessary because Dane hasn't confessed feelings to Maximus yet.

So here's the thing. When Maximus first found out that Dane got picked but he hadn't, Maximus had a VERY jealous reaction. We're led to think that he felt this because he wanted to get picked himself. But in retrospect, it's not so clear-cut. Does he also have feelings for Dane, and he was upset because Dane was leaving him alone (with his tormentors)? Dane seems to be his only good friend at camp, so he could think his feelings were just about non-romantic friendship and feelings of abandonment, even if it unconsciously was something more.

Later on, Dane figures out that Maximus came back with the wrong head because Maximus was in love. Of course. What else could motivate him to do something so wrecklessly suicidal? I mean damnit Maximus literally lost his head.

But Dane asks, it was because of a girl, right?

What Dane was really asking was ... "Was it for me?"

Maximus obliviously answers with what Dane feared.

Naturally Maximus has no clue, so he offers Dane that they run off and live in this great vault ... with his girl. Yeah, Maximus is real clueless so he doesn't think how Dane might not be so enthused about that.

So yeah, Dane's NOT enthused about that idea. Later, given the chance to elevate Maximus's status in The Brotherhood ... yeah, Dane jumps at that chance, giving Maximus a reason to stay. Hey, being in love makes you do crazy things.

My point is ... why are we not talking about this stuff more? It's not just sappy romantic love triangle stuff, it's an integral part of Maximus's character growth journey. He's never really had a chance to figure out who he is, but now he's figuring it out. And it's messy and makes for an interesting story, I feel.

#fallout tv spoilers #fallout tv series #whatever #dane x maximus #lucy x maximus

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luvrsux · 9 months

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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

❝ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒕 ❞

other chapters

➠┊word count: 5k

➠┊characters: trafalgar law, portgas d. ace, shachi, penguin, ikkaku, sabo {mentioned}

➠┊cw: ANGST, arguing, swearing, mentions use of smoking

➠┊modern au !!

𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒑

❛ you and law were dating for a while until aces party ends up ruining your relationship further down the line. after saying words you never meant, law ghosts you, leaving with you nothing but radio silence ❜

Law heard the annoyingly loud ringing of his vibrating phone to alarm him of the bright morning. He only gathered a couple hours of sleep, too little to be sustainable for the school day but that wasn't out of the ordinary. He flickered his loopy, steel eyes at what was disturbing him. With a groggy groan, he shut it off to give his ears some peace. He buried his head in his pillow to contemplate whether he should get ready to go to school or just continue rotting in bed. A slight flicker of your face passing down the public hallways flashed in his head to prevent him from getting ready even more. Law finally lived his head up before he could suffocate himself from his pillow.

“Damnit…”

If it weren’t for the sudden realization that Law had a Chemistry quiz today, he would’ve died in bed of his own thoughts. Now, he stood up straight from his bed and didn’t bother dressing up to impress. Usually, Law would take a good amount of time to get ready. Comb his hair, and put in any treatment in it to keep it in good condition. Spray on cologne and put on a fresh outfit he prepped the day before. All of that was completely turned on its own head, though. He just grabbed the nearest hoodie he could find and walked out with the jeans he slept with, too depressed to follow through with his daily routine.

On the way out to the cold outdoors, he finally scanned his eyes through any notifications he may have missed from his nighttime slumber. It was the usual; posts from Shachi, Penguin, and the rest of his group, useless notifications from apps he had, and scheduled reminders. Law exhaled and deleted all of them with a swipe. That is until he saw yours.

Your messages you’d sent that morning caught his eye. He stopped in his tracks and felt his heart sting while reading them, even before he read the actual text. Just your name on his glass screen alone was enough to make him recoil.

(F/N) - 5:55 AM

law can we please talk this out? i miss you

Law treated your messages like any other. One quick swipe and it was now eradicated from his notification list. He wasn’t proud nor alright with it. It pained him to do that movement with a single thumb, but he was still too ashamed to talk to you. The only way he was used to dealing with his emotions was by ignoring the problem. His past did quite the number on the way he perceives present relationships and friendships, but Law couldn’t find a way to fix it. Now was a crystal clear demonstration of his baggage.

You, on the other hand, sat in your car in front of the school gripping your phone with all your might. You’d never come to school this early, because who would? But you desperately wanted to see Law firsthand to finally talk to him after days of radio silence. You’d sent that text the moment you went out of your front door and yet you haven’t gotten an answer. It was apparent he was ignoring you, Law usually never took long to respond unless he was sleeping, studying, or playing. None of which were practical during this time.

You finally let go of the dry device and slouched in your driver’s seat. As time slowly crept, more cars began to pull into the driveway of the school’s premises. One of which was all too familiar. Your eyes caught a glimpse of its pull in dangerously next to you and you groaned.

“Ace, leave me alone”

The guy didn’t hesitate to lean against the top of your car to peek his smug little face into the window. As usual, he wore summer-like clothing in cold weather. The sight of it made you want to puke.

“Still nothing from your little boyfriend?” He asked, looking off to the side to see more people flood in.

“Nope… He’s definitely ignoring me” You let out a frustrated exhale, growing agitated then sad at his disappearance.

“Bummer…” Is all the jock could say. He could at least try to be sentimental, you thought. “Why are you here so early?” Continued, Ace.

“To catch that asshole since he’s pretending I don’t exist” You hissed, furrowing your eyebrows in annoyance. “I’ve been here for like an hour or two-“

“Now you’re being crazy”

Ace’s cut-off made you completely halt and slowly turn your fiery gaze towards him. You folded your arms and gave him the sassiest demeanor you ever could.

“Listen, me and Sabo-“

“Mostly Sabo…”

“…Said you should give him space until today to finally reach out again. You look insane” Ace gave you a glare at your interruption.

“It’s not my fault I love him, okay? He really does mean a lot to me…” You sigh, relaxing your angry, tensed-up body.

“I understand that… But don’t be surprised if he’s still ignoring you today. Give it time, idiot” Ace gave you a flick on the forehead, followed by a chuckle.

You rubbed the spot and restrained yourself from giving him a giggle to fuel his laughter. You just turned your body straight ahead.

“Please wear a jacket before you get cold”

“Seriously, is it really that cold out?”

・❥・

You finally set your gaze at Law in the middle of a transition in the halls. You couldn’t help but form an ecstatic grin from ear to ear by his presence. He hadn’t noticed you, as he was walking in a different direction. His direction was the total opposite of where you were destined to go, but you didn’t care. Your legs moved on their own and you immediately bolted to him. The backpacks and bodies of passing students couldn’t stop you from grabbing your hand on his arm, who then looked completely puzzled by you.

“Law, I’ve been looking for you everywhere I-“

You spoke with a beaming smile like this was the first time you’d reunited with him after years of absence. But those sorts of things end in him wrapping his arms around you, spinning you in circles, and blossoms of shared laughter to echo. This, though, ended in Law yanking his arm out of your grasp coldly and averting any sort of eye contact with you. You felt your smile collapse.

“Sorry, I’m gonna be late…” Is all you heard him say ever so deeply. He pushed passed you like you were just an ordinary student who had nothing to do with him. There you stood completely perplexed and ready to break down in front of the mass population of Grand Ocean.

Law felt pained the moment he separated your soft grasp, which he loved everything about, from his arm. He hated every moment of it, but showing his vulnerability was just as scary. He turned his head ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of you standing there like a lost puppy in the middle of an alleyway. He thought he’d break down right then and there at the sorrowful sight.

A ‘move it!’ was the very thing to continue on your path after you watched your boyfriend fade into the distance with watery eyes. You decided to do the very thing you never dared to do all year; skip class. The interaction made you lock yourself inside an empty bathroom and sob, tucking your legs to your chest while you sat on the germ-infested bathroom floor. You let out a few tears from your eyes, completely wallowing in utter defeat. Your hand felt the way Law snatched his sleeved arm away from you, and it broke your heart into a trillion pieces. Your light sobs echoed throughout the bathroom and you couldn’t be more relieved that the bathroom was isolated other than the presence of your own. Everything made you wonder about the future of your relationship. ‘Is he even my boyfriend anymore?’ ‘Is he going to break up with me?’ ‘Does he even love me?’ Everything cycled in your head like a whirlpool. All you could do was tuck your head into your arms and let out each tear left in your eyelids.

・❥・

The teacher's lecture was boring for each and every student in that classroom. No one ever really paid attention, aside from the small group of teacher's pets that had their obedient eyes glued on the projecting teacher. Law was certainly not one of them. He scribbled in his notebook while he had music blaring in his left ear, too depressed to focus on school. Occasionally, he’d tap the back end of his sculpted eraser on his notebook to the beat of his music and it could be clearly heard throughout the classroom but ever so faintly. Law’s soft, yet deep, humming could also be heard. The teacher didn’t hesitate to slam a wrinkled hand on his notebook. Law wasn’t phased, more so annoyed that his drawing time was disturbed by some underpaid grown adult. The classroom darted their eyes straight at him like birds of a feather.

“And why aren’t you paying attention, Trafalgar?”

Law had an itching peeve of people he wasn’t quite close with calling him anything other than Law. Considering this was a teacher and they had to be “professional”, it was inevitable. Though, it didn’t scratch away the entire mentality of it annoying him. He exhaled, dropping his drawing utensil on the desk to lay his back on his chair.

“Because your lesson is boring”

Law mumbled. Due to the sheer age of the teacher and the negative qualities coming with it, he raised an eyebrow with an angry expression. He pulled his ear towards the raven-haired boy, who wanted nothing but death upon everyone in the room.

“Say it louder for the class”

“Because your lesson is boring as hell!”

Law's loud, yet bold, statement made the students’ air out of their lungs squeeze out. Some even snickered and tried holding in fits of laughter. The teacher glared at Law with eyes that could kill, but he didn’t care. His dark circled eyes and unamused face said it all.

“Listen here, kid. Just because you have a high grade in my class doesn’t mean you can disrespect me”

He held a finger at Law’s face, who just eyed it up and down with the most disgusted face ever to be created. He pulled his head away from his finger. ‘I don’t know where that thing has been…’

“Yeah, whatever. Are you gonna kick me out now or what?”

Law couldn’t help but carve a cheap grin, and he swore he saw a vein pop out of his angry teacher's head. He pinched the bridge of his nose and was only capable of pointing to the door.

“Thanks… asshole”

Law slung his bag over his shoulder to waltz out of the classroom. Truth is, Law isn’t the type of person to disrespect or cause a scene in class. He thinks it’s embarrassing and completely unnecessary when teachers are only doing their jobs. You were the sole reason Law acted out of character. All his pent-up emotions were unfortunately dumped onto his teacher who had zero place in the entire tussle anyway. He felt his inked fingers grip the band of his backpack tighter now that all of his emotions came running back to him and nothing but guilt flowed through his veins. Law snatched his phone out of his pocket to message the two only people who could, unfortunately as he’d put it, make him feel better.

The Heart Band GC (law hates it here)

Law - 9:40 AM

yo whos available? shachi ik you’re there you do nothing in class

Penguin - 9:42 AM

present

Ikkaku - 9:42 AM

have a test, srry not srry :p

Law - 9:43 AM

ilyt ikkaku.

Shachi (Replying to: Law) - 9:43 AM

no need to expose me dick why what’s up

Law - 9:44 AM

I got kicked out of class, i need a breather ig

Penguin - 9:45 AM

is it bec of your gf?

Shachi - 9:45 AM

wow way to add salt to the wound

Law - 9:46 AM

yea ig so just meet me in the bathroom. no one around pls

Shachi - 9:47 AM

with pleasure

Penguin - 9:47 AM

roger

Law felt a bit relieved he finally got his comfort circle to be there for him. Law moved his legs toward the bathroom they had usually all gone to since the day they began high school.

・❥・

You were still tucked into the bathroom stall, more than 20 minutes “late” to class. You’d been completely dry of tears and have just been wallowing in the same spot to relax your breathing. Beside you, your phone vibrated enough times to grab your attention. You grumbled upon sliding your finger to answer the dumb jock that was quick to bother you.

“Ace, I’m bus-“

“Shut up, where are you?”

Ace’s cut-off made your voice hitch. You didn’t realize you could use his comfort until this very moment you were sulking on the grossly tiled bathroom floor. You choked back a few tears.

“I’m in the bathroom…”

Your voice was wobbly and far from discreet from the fact you’ve been pouring your eyes out. You heard Ace sigh.

“I knew there was something wrong”

“How?”

“Because you never skip class, duh”

You’d realize you had early morning gym with the guy himself and also realized he had an oddly good keen eye. The fact he was able to sense something was off about the fact you didn’t show up to class on time only surprised you for a few moments.

“Don’t tell me this is about Law”

The way he called you out felt like your eyes were ready to pour out freshly made tears. You swallowed a gulp in your mouth and blinked your eyelids to prevent anything from coming out.

“Yeah, sorta…”

“What happened? C’mon talk t’me”

Ace’s voice grew soft and quiet, oddly reassuring despite his failure to do it correctly. You sniffled before you could speak, but Ace was patient. He was there for you.

“I tried talking to him but he pushed me away… Like I’m just a stranger…”

Your voice was off-tone and distorted from your cries. Ace hummed.

“Dick move, I’ll be honest” Ace began. “But you have to remember he’s still probably hurt. Not justifying what he did at all, just saying he’s still in a vulnerable state”

“I know, I know… But still…”

You fondled your fingers with the strings of your jacket. You felt your lower lip fold in between your teeth to bite it, feeling a wave of tears coming down.

“What if we break up, Ace…?”

“Don’t be pessimistic…”

You paused.

“Law loves you. Dearly. Don’t even think about disagreeing with me or I will punch you. This is probably just a stump in the road” Ace’s words did help you calm down quite a bit, which was rather foreign.

“And… If the slim chance that does happen, I’m sure you’ll eventually be reunited after” Ace stating that possibility made a hand squeeze your gut.

“But I’ll be here for you every step of the way, (F/N). Promise” You heard Ace carve a smile through his voice.

“Where would I be without you, Ace”

“Probably dead”

You two share a small fit of laughter. That phone call you once dreaded became the very thing to place a smile on your face. You couldn’t have asked for a better brother-figure.

“Cheer up. And come to class, Newgate is yelling at me about you”

“Yeah, yeah… Be there in a sec’” You smiled. Ace hummed and disconnected the line between the two phones.

You exhaled and felt finally a tad bit better than before. The confidence to leave soon accompanied your relaxed state and you walked your body towards the gym where you were assigned to be.

・❥・

“C’mon guys, we’re in school and it’s only 10 AM”

Law swatted the earthy-scented smoke away from his face almost made him cough, which would be the sole reason for them getting caught. Shachi and Penguin shared one roll and averted their eyes to the black-haired boy who had his arms crossed.

“Didn’t… You say you needed a breather, though?” Penguin reminded, pointing the smoking roll towards his friend.

“Yeah, just to talk and calm down. If I wanted to smoke I would’ve just gone to my car, idiot” Law pinched his temple, only to receive a dumbfounded shrug by his brunette friend.

“What happened?” Shachi blew a puff of smoke upward, flooding around in the bathroom before it faded away unlike the scent. Law exhaled in annoyance.

“Th’teacher just annoyed the shit outta me, and (F/N) tried talking to be earlier” Law explained.

“So… What pissed you off more?” Shachi asked, receiving a nudge from the guy beside him.

“What do you think?” He hissed. Penguin just exhaled and turned his eyes from the redhead to Law.

“Did you talk to her?” He asked.

Law just paused for a moment before saying anything. He wanted to say yes because he wished he could hold you and speak to you again, but that was a fantasy he created in his brain. He just averted eye contact.

“No, I didn’t”

“Why?” Shachi coughed before covering his mouth with his arm to muffle it. Penguin quickly shushed him before they’d get in deep hell for smoking.

“Because… I’m just not ready” Law wasn’t entirely lying, more so leaving out major bits and pieces that he wasn’t quite comfortable in saying just yet.

“When do you think you’ll be ready?” Penguin asked an oddly great question while being intoxicated. Law felt stumped for a moment. While he thought about it for a few seconds, the two friends just puffed and passed.

“Not sure… I don’t even know what I wanna do with my relationship itself” Law tan his tan fingers through his hair from stress.

“Do you wanna break up with them?”

“No!”

Law snapped at Shachi which caused him to lightly flinch and be completely taken back. Law realized his small outburst.

“No… I don’t… But I’m still angry at them” Law exhaled.

“But it seems like they’re pretty determined to talk to you and fix everything. You can’t keep running away” Penguin handed whatever was left of the burning roll to Shachi to keep. He seemed to be pretty focused on this conversation.

“I know, I know but I feel like if I talk to them, I’ll just have an outburst. They’re the most stubborn person I know” Law grumbled, reminding himself of the many moments you were stubborn towards him.

“Takes one to know one, just sayin’” Shachi snickered.

“Get high and shut up” Penguin hissed. “Anyway, talk to them soon. How long has it been since you spoke to them”

Law averted eye contact out of embarrassment once again. He felt like an asshole for ghosting you for two days straight.

“Since the party-“

“Jesus-! Law, they’re gonna break up with you first before you even get the chance to think about it”

Penguin snapped at Law and all he could do was hide his face in his iconic hat out of embarrassment. Shachi watched with a snickering laugh, which eventually drew two menacing glares at his way.

“Talk to them after school. I’m sure they’ll understand your feelings” Penguin tried to give Law a reassuring smile, which he knew he secretly liked.

“Fine. I’ll try…”

“Good”

Shachi then burst out in a fit of hoarse coughing. The accumulated smoke eventually caught up to him and both of his friends tried to suffocate the loud noises. Law tried shushing him while Penguin shoved a hand over his mouth. Shachi began flailing his arm around to push Penguin off of him before he could suffocate him but to no avail. They tried everything and anything to prevent the redhead from giving away their “break”

“You done? You done dying?” Penguin asked. Shachi nodded vigorously with angry eyes. With that, Penguin chuckled while removing his hands. Shachi began hyperventilating dramatically.

“If my coughing didn’t kill me, you would’ve. Dick.”

“You two are idiots…”

・❥・

You sling your bag over your shoulder as you, rather quickly, walk outside of the school. You had quite the emotional day and you’ve never wished to be in bed so badly in your life. The brisk cold air made your nose and cheeks more vibrant. You felt your hair slightly shift its position when the wind hit it. You were dreading the blistering winters on coming.

As you walked to your car, you saw a figure leaning against it, facing away from you. You felt a fiery sense build up in your system thinking it was a total stranger, but that hat and those printed fingers were not foreign to you. After slowing down your tracks for a moment, you didn’t hesitate to make your way to your nonchalant boyfriend.

“Law?”

Is all you could say. He perked his head up to the grey sky above before landing his steel eyes back at you. They were still cold and empty, and it absolutely petrified you. He hummed before speaking.

“Let’s talk in my car. Yours is too open” Law demanded. You blinked.

“Are you-“

“Just c’mon, (F/N)-ya”

You felt Law grab your arm and yank your entire body away from your vehicle. His grip wasn’t tight, but enough to hold you down when you objected. The more you thought this would extend the time to arrive home, the more angry you got. Law finally talking to you was nice, but after he blatantly ignored you made you angry at him as time passed.

You angrily plopped in the passenger seat while Law sat right beside you behind the noir wheel. After the doors slammed in sync, you two stared off into the distance in silence. The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. The only thing that was audible was the faint breathing coming from the both of you. Law adjusted his seat and placed a finger by his lips.

“You gonna say something or keep sitting there in silence” Law finally slashed straight through the menacing silence. You whipped your head at him with baffled eyes.

“Real funny coming from the guy that ghosted me for days” You folded your arms and leaned your back against the car door. Law rubbed his temple.

“Right, ‘cause I’m the bad guy for wanting space” He snapped back. Your brain could not comprehend the absolute sass and, as you’d say, bullshit he was spewing.

“Yes, absolutely, because you didn’t have the common courtesy to tell me you wanted space!”

“Why should I when you know what you did?”

Law had a sarcastic smile on his face which only fueled your anger towards him more. It was all giving you deja vu.

“Y’know what, fine. What do you want me to say?” You exhale.

“An apology”

“An apolog-? Are you serious, Trafalgar?”

Hearing his first name, which you’d never use, come out of your mouth made Law flinch. He wasn’t used to it and, given his sudden anger by your stubbornness, it made him angry.

“Deathly serious, (F/N). Absolutely deathly” Law said with, yet, another sarcastic smile.

“You don’t think I deserve an apology? You just acted like I was some background character in the hallway”

“Can you please just realize I’m the one hurt here?”

You lowered your guard when Law finally whipped at you with teary eyes. It was like he finally had enough and wanted you to see what you’ve been doing to him. The sight made your heart shatter, more than it already has.

“Law, I’m also hurt. I missed you so much-“

“Then you should’ve thought about that when you chose Ace over me”

“Wha-? I did not choose Ace over you, Law”

Your anger was quick to come back which only caused anger to birth from Law as well. It wasn’t long until the two of you were yelling at each other. So loud that the car couldn’t conceal the noise anymore. You realized why Law chose his secluded vehicle instead of your more explicit one. You knew once this was over, you and Law's voice would be tainted and worn out.

“Law, what’s even your problem!? I told you he’s just a brother to me, okay? I know what I did was off the rails but you ignored me for days on end and-… You don’t understand, I was worried sick!”

“You don’t understand!” Law pointed a finger at you, which was the instant thing that made you shut up. You heard his voice slightly break, him on the verge of tears once again. His angry, fiery demeanor seemed like it was doused in water. He was all out of anger and filled with sorrow.

“(F/N), I never wanted to be this close with someone again because the last time I loved someone this much he…” Law felt a tear trickle down his cheek, only causing yours to follow.

“He’s fucking dead. And I love you, so… So fucking much. This isn’t even about that idiot jock anymore, this is about the fact I can’t stand how much I love you”

Law grabbed your hand with his and held it tenderly. You couldn’t hold back the waterfall building up in your eyes any longer, and neither could Law. You were speechless.

“I can’t stand how even after you did that I still love you so much. I didn’t want to talk to you because I was scared of what you might think if I was vulnerable…”

You felt the grip on your hand grow tighter.

“I can’t, (F/N). I can’t. We’re yelling at each other like an angry married couple in my car because we’re too stubborn to admit defeat”

You felt the grip on your heart grow tighter.

“But believe me when I say I’m still angry at you. So. Fucking. Angry. And this is why…”

Law inhaled and stared at you deep in your red, sad eyes. Seeing them only made him more hurt and his entire heart fell in shambles.

“This is why I can’t be with you anymore. I just… Things will only get worse from here” He let go of your hand.

“What? No, no, no”

The words coming out from his lips felt unreal to you. You thought, based off of what Ace told you earlier, that you and Law would be happy again. Not back to strangers who now hate each other. You regretted anything and everything that caused those words to form out of his mouth. The moment you felt his tender grip loosen, you felt like you lost absolutely everything.

“We’re supposed to grow together, not apart. This is just a stump-“

“Yeah, well clearly it didn’t work out” Law stared straight forward while you did the opposite. You kept your sad gaze on him meanwhile Law seemed to be out of sorrow. His eyes were puffy but out of tears. He held a hand over his mouth and lightly rubbed it.

“Are you serious…?”

Law just shut his eyes and hummed all while nodding slowly. You stared in disbelief, hoping that this was just some sick nightmare. Something you could wake up and forget it was even real—but nothing. It was the harsh, cruel reality of laughing at you.

“It’s been fun”

“‘It’s been fun’? Is that all you can say to me after dumping me for some small issue? I can’t even believe you right now-“

“Then leave”

His words sent you straight back to the day this whole thing started. He even tried giving you the same cold, unloving look as well. You were suddenly slipped into Law’s shoes and you felt heartbroken. You felt your lip quiver and your eyes ready to dump yet another huge load of tears of the day. You snatched your bag with all your might.

“Fuck you, Law”

Law took those words more personally than he displayed. After he heard the harsh slam of the passenger door and watched you disappear, that’s when he finally finished sobbing out the rest of his tears.

Truth be told, Law only came off as rude as he did because he knew it was best. If he had stayed truthfully sentimental, he knew you would’ve tried to stay and talk it out. He didn’t want you to carry more baggage from him anymore. It soon made him realize Law was more insecure than he initially thought, only making him feel way worse. Bolting out of the car, grabbing your hand, and saying he took back every word was something Law could only fantasize about. Instead, he gripped the steering wheel while he soiled the middle of it with his sad tears. He never dreamed of letting you go, but here we are.

You, on the contrary, were angrier than ever by his reaction. You didn’t hesitate to zip out the school premises because if you hadn’t, someone was going to be decimated. Although, halfway down your trip, that anger slithered its way into sadness. You were surprised you made it home in one piece because of your altered vision. Instead of procrastinating in your car, as usual, you sobbed until your lungs gave out. This wasn’t planned out, you never planned for this to happen. It was just a minor overthinking possibility, but you never prepared for it to actually happen. You didn’t know a single thing to do moving forward besides cry out for him to come back.

And that’s exactly what you did for as long as you can remember.

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✎ ❝ it’s been a way too long since i’ve come out with a chapter but YAYAYAYAY ANGST (i was crying while writing) but most importantly… THANK YOU SO MUCH ON THE MOUNTAIN OF SUPPORT ON MY LUFFY X READER???? dude that fan fiction was rushed and just not my best which is why i procrastinated on coming out with it but THANK GOD YALL ENJOYED READING IT THATS ALL THAT MATTERS!!!! schools been kicking my ass so sorry for the absence but i love you guys so much! trying to come out with a fic every week or so!! STAY SWEET AND LUVABLEEEE ❞

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