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buzzinrusso · 2 days

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Erin cuthburt×reader🙏

I WOULD NEVER //ERIN CUTHBURT

Genre:angst/fluff at the end

Prompt:you and your long term girlfriend, Erin, get into a very heated fight which results to her walking out of your house and you misunderstanding the situation.

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"You don't get it! you never will! " Erin yelled in frustration as she paces around the room looking at a very irritated you.

"Okay! I get that but you are my girlfriend! I can't see you bury yourself with all the training sessions, workouts, photoshoots and more! " your eyes welled up with tears as you spoke. "So you know how embarrassing it is to be stood up by your own girlfriend in front of your family?! "

You're talking about the incident that occurred earlier today.

You and Erin were supposed to meet your parents and siblings for lunch, Erin had 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 you that she would show up, not wanting to stand you up another time.

Obviously that promise was broken, which lead to the heated argument you were currently having.

"How many times do I have to say that I'm sorry! I've apologized a million times already!" She said with her thick accent that came out when she was angry.

"Erin, that wasn't the only time you've stood me up. I'm your girlfriend for God's sake! You can't keep doing shit like this! You broke your promise, you said that you would go but you didn't! And you didn't even text me to say that you're not gonna be coming! I had to sit there like a fool with my family, assuring them that your were probably late! "

"Oh my gosh! So what if I broke my promise? Get fucking over it " she let out a sigh of irritation and started walking away towards your shared room.

"Don't you walk away from me! We are having this conversation now! " you started fully on crying.

You were sick of getting g stood up, you were sick of being embarrassed whenever Erin promised to show up but didn't, but in the end, you love Erin with your entire heart, too much to leave her as you fully believed that you would never have survived your dark days without her.

That's why you panicked when you spotted Erin getting her shows from the closet.

"Are you leaving? " your voice quited down a little

"I cant fucking do this anymore! " she yelled before she stormed out of the house.

Your heart stopped as you watched the scene unfold. Did you just lose the love of your life? Did she just walk out on you? She probably won't be returning.

Your mind immediately went to the worst possible answers. You didn't know what to do as sobs racked through your body, you didn't mean to lose Erin. You really didn't.

In reality you hadn't lost Erin, you just misunderstood the situation, but you didn't know that yet.

Your body involuntarily slipped down the white walls of your shared-not shared?- house.

The thoughts of her moving out, breaking up with you and dating someone else intoxicated your mind. You hated it.

Of course your mind went to those places. Whose mind wouldn't when their significant other yells out that they 'can't do this anymore' after an argument and walks out?

After about 45 minutes of sobbing, Erin finally went back to the house. With flowers in one and and her phone in the other, Erin went into the house only to be greeted by eerie silence.

Only did she hear the sounds of your muffled sobs coming from the bedroom did that silence break.

She quickly sprinted up to your room and when's he opened the door, she was greeted by you lying face down on the bed sobbing your heart out into the tear stained pillow.

She immediately raced to your side, making you flinch at the sudden contact and jolt up from the place where you were lying down.

You sniffles quieted down when you saw her sitting on the edge of the bed with a concerned look on her perfect face.

The sight of her made you calm down slightly.

"Why are you crying? I'm so sorry for making you cry baby, I swear I didn't mean to my love. I'm so so so sorry. " her words were rushed out as she pulled you into a hug that you melted into, but were clearly filled with concern for you. Her eyes proved that.

"I thought you broke up with me. " she barely get out because of your strained voice.

"I would never. I don't think k I'd ever survive if not for you. I'm so sorry I'm made you think that way but I assure you that I will never leave you. Not now nor anytime in the future. " she said as she began to tear up too. She couldn't handle seeing you cry, whenever you cried she did too.

It was the same way that some people had contagious smiles that you had a contagious cry.

"Then why did you say that you couldn't do this anymore and walk out? "

"I meant that I couldn't stay in the house anymore, I'm sorry baby I should've worded better, and as for the walking g put part, I. Needed a break so I walked around the area a little and got you flowers, ready to apologize. " she explained to you and to say that the new revelation was reliving to you would be an understatement.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm should've been more considerate , I should've never stood you up all those times and I'm sorry for every single thing that I did to make you upset. From now on, I swear that I will keep all of my promises and with that, I promise you to never ever purposely let a tear she'd form those pretty eyes of yours. "She then wiped the tears off of your eyes and proceeded to place kisses all over your face, making a slight smile breakout on your face.

And she did. Erin kept her promise in the future.

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1pepsiboy · 2 days

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He surprises you after being gone (Matt Sturniolo request)

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Word count: 710

A/N: sorry I've been MIA recently! Work has actually been the death of me and there's been no room in my head to write when I've had time off. But hopefully this makes up for it! PSA my Chris stuff IS coming, I promise!

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You tapped a pen on your lip, looking at the blank document that’s supposed to have a fully written essay by now. But your boyfriend was on the road and you had to keep up with him and his brothers adventures. Also, you missed him. You really, really missed him.

You never imagined that you would be this type of person. Unable to focus the moment their significant other wasn’t around. Granted, it wasn’t like you did focus well on classes when he was around. Procrastination was a superpower you had mastered over the years.

You opened the textbook for your gen-ed college course and groaned in frustration. As if Matt knew you were struggling, his photo popped up on your phone screen.

You answered the facetime immediately. “Hey, babe!”

“Hey babe.” Matt cheeses a smile, then rubs his eyes. “Whatcha up to?”

You shrugged. “Trying to write an essay. Nothing exciting… Where are you guys at? Are you almost home?”

You noticed he’s walking down some hallway, none of the others were there. At least it didn’t look like it. Which was a little strange, but he probably just went somewhere else so it’s quiet.

“Yeah, yeah, we uhm… We’re at our last hotel of the tour and then I’ll be back in a couple days.”

You jutted out your bottom lip, pouting fakely. “I wish it was now.”

Matt stopped, the phone view switched around to show a door and apartment number. It was a wood door painted white with black metal numbers. You furrowed your brows because it looked very familiar. Then it hit you. That’s the door to your place. You were almost certain it was.

“Babe…”

“Babe,” Matt mocks lightly.

“Are you actually here right now? Or are you fucking with me?”

“Open your door and find out.”

You hurried to your front door, stubbing your toe in the process. You let out a small curse before peeping through the hole. There was your boyfriend’s face, looking like he had the fish filter on. Your heart raced a million times a minute. To the point that it felt as if you were going to pass out. How much water did you have today? Not nearly as much as you should.

After swinging the door open, you jumped into his arms and wrapped your legs and arms around him like a monkey. Matt stumbled back a little, but managed to keep both of you upright and encased his arms around you. His face nestled into your shoulder. He was really here and not on your phone screen.

“I never want to be away from you for that long again,” he muffled.

You laugh-cry. “Me either.” You begin to kiss him all over his face, and he chuckled. Then your lips connected momentarily.

Then another voice cleared their throat. “Get a fucking room, why don’t you?”

You look in the direction of it, blushing furiously. Chris stood there with a phone in his hand.

Immediately, you slid down out of Matt’s arms and brushed the hair out of your face. Then wipe the water from your eyes.

“Sorry.”

Chris laughed. “Listen, what you guys do in private should stay private. That’s all I’m saying.”

Matt rolled his eyes and groaned. “Shut up.” He looked back at you with a smirk. “Want to skip the essay and come over?”

“Orrrr we could hang out here… alone?” You shoot him a look, biting your bottom lip.

Matt cleared his throat and looked at Chris. “You’re on your own, bro. Sorry.”

The two of you quickly step inside and close the door, giggling under your breaths.

“Matt!” Chris yelled through the door. It was quiet for a few seconds, then, “Matt! You fucking drove! You asshole!... I hope the sex is worth our brotherhood!”

Matt shook his head. “Stop being dramatic and Uber home.”

You decided to throw in, “I’ll reimburse it!”

“Yeah, you fucking are, (y/n)! For being a dick while getting dick!”

Your face flushes, but there are still laughs escaping your lips. Matt glances at them and your eyes trail from his dangling planet earring, down his slightly stubbled chin, to his soft lips.

“So worth it,” you whisper and close the gap between you two.

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Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader One Shot

This one shot is absolutely not for anyone under the age of 18.

Word Count: 3,474

TW/CW: Rough sex, sex with a stranger, slight voyeurism, tit fucking, back shots

Satoru was finding it rather hard to stay away from you these days. He wasn’t supposed to be pining over someone who wasn’t a curse user, but watching you work in that high-end clothing store through the window was something of a pastime for him. Your hair was always in a different intricate style every day. Your smile when helping customers was always genuine and reached your eyes. Sometimes, he even heard your laughter peal through the front window when a customer was actually funny, or your coworkers were gossiping to fill the time. He never followed you, never watched longer than a few minutes, but anytime a job brought him to this part of Tokyo, he made sure to stop by. You weren’t his usual tailored clothing store, but he was considering making the change.

The door opened with the soft jingle of the ever-present sleigh bells, and at the same time, Satoru’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Acquiring a new tailor would have to wait for another day, it seemed.

“Go for Gojo,” he said as he answered the phone.

“We need you to get back to the school. Principal Yaga is trying to convince the elders that Itadori is still dead. They’re asking questions again.” Ijichi sounds like he’s one second away from crying. The muffled yelling in the back tells Satoru this is serious.

“I’ll be there in two seconds,” he mutters and hangs up the phone. With a long sigh, he glances at you through the window one last time before vanishing into thin air.

A few days have passed since the last time the sorcerer was in this particular shopping district. Only this time, he was here on purpose and not pure coincidence. He drew in a deep breath as he pulled open the door to the tailor shop. With a vague excuse about an excursion to the other end of the island for the next week, Satoru finally found time to acquire a new tailor. You, to be precise. The familiar soft jingle of the sleigh bells met his ears as he entered the empty shop.

“Welcome to Toshiko’s Tailors; I’ll be with you in just a moment,” calls out a soft voice from somewhere deep in the shop. Satoru pulls off the thick sunglasses he’s wearing and rubs his eyes with one hand. Being able to refresh his brain might always make keeping limitless easier, but sometimes he needed a break. He figured that a tailor shop in this quaint touristy part of Tokyo wouldn’t be too much of an issue. Besides, it’s not like he hadn’t already exorcised all of the curses in this area time and again. Just to keep one particular stranger safe.

“Sorry about the wait,” a soft voice pulled him from his thoughts. He lowered his hand to find you bowed over at the waist. “I was just finishing up this week’s order for more inventory, but I’m all yours now.”

“No need to apologize so formally,” Satoru said as he leaned against the front counter. “I’m just here to take up your time for a few hours. I’ve grown bored with my old tailor and thought I would switch things up.”

You straightened back up, and that pure and genuine smile was already present on your face, “What made you choose this shop in particular?”

“Work often finds me in this area and also often ends with my clothes getting all messed up in some way or another,” he explains as he tries not to study every inch of your body. He’s never been this close to you before.

“Are you planning to overhaul your whole wardrobe as well?” It looks like you might not want to do all that extra work right now, but he wants as much of your time as he can get because he knows any interactions you will have after this will be short.

“Maybe not the whole thing,” Satoru chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck. “I would like a few new outfits, though.”

“Well then, right this way,” you say as you bow again, and he knows because of your training that you won’t straighten back up until he’s walked past. So he stares at your ass until he’s right in front of you. Once he’s passed, he glues his eyes to the wall in front of him and focuses instead on your footsteps. Confident and assured in the heels work requires you to wear.

“The second door on your left is the suite where we take measurements and where you can also try on some of the sample clothes we have available in-house,” you call from a few steps behind him.

“You guys have whole suites for tailoring customers?” He whistles, impressed and irritated with himself that he didn’t come in here sooner. Especially since he can’t get the sight of your ass outlined perfectly by the pencil skirt you were wearing today.

“We have three, actually, but this one is the only one not currently under renovation,” you say as you come around him and open the door for him. Yet again, due to training, you bow, and this time the sight of your ass makes his dick throb in his pants. The suite is almost twice the size of the main entrance, and Satoru finds himself whistling with appreciation again. The whole left wall is lined with mirrors, and on the opposite wall is a dressing room that runs the entire length of the wall. In the middle is a sitting area with tables and couches. Over close to the mirror is a dais.

“You have two options for the measurements,” you say and startle him out of his admiration of the room. “Either we can measure you with the clothes you’re wearing on, and I can adjust the usual few centimeters from there, or you can use the dressing room to strip to your comfort level, though nudity is not allowed, and we can measure you that way.”

Satoru’s dick throbs again. An excuse to be almost naked around you? He was absolutely not going to pass up that opportunity. “I’ll go strip down to my underwear then.”

He turns to the dressing room and walks inside quickly. Before he can try to talk himself out of it, he is stripping off his shirt and jeans. Once, in his boxers, he noticed there might be a slight problem. His dick is rock-hard in his boxers. He tries to will the erection to go away, and when that doesn’t work, he sighs.

After a few minutes of thinking about incredibly gross stuff, Satoru emerges from the dressing room, erection free. You are patiently waiting on one of the steps up to the dais with a measuring tape in your hands. And yup, now he was picturing you wrapping that measuring tape around his dick, and he really needed to stop. He slowly made his way over to the dais, trying his best to look anywhere other than you right now.

Once on the dais, Satoru finds it even harder not to openly stare at the reflection of your ass in the mirror. Its shape was so perfect and round, and he could almost bet you worked out religiously to maintain it that way.

“Arms out to your sides, please,” you politely inquire of him, so Satoru lifts his arms out wide. The measuring tape runs from one wrist to the other, and he watches as you produce a notepad from the inside of your jacket. He takes the time to really study your face now—the shape of your lips, the way your nose curved, how your eyes scrunched at the outside corners as you focused. You were driving this man crazy and had no idea whatsoever.

You took measurements of his torso, arms, and waist so many times he was starting to see this as torture instead of the perverted pleasure he had intended. “You may lower your arms now,” you finally say, and he nearly sighs in relief. Satoru really needed to pick better ways to meet women.

You dropped to your knees in front of him and tapped the outside of his left thigh. With ease, Satoru spread his legs so you could measure his inseam. Your fingers brushed the innermost part of his thigh, and he shuddered. You hesitated in writing the measurement, but otherwise, you maintained composure. As you wrapped the measuring tape around his thigh, Satoru shuddered again, and this time, you looked up at him.

“I get the feeling you’re not being entirely honest about your intentions here, let alone with me,” you said, and he felt every muscle in his body tense. Shit. He had been caught. Just as he opened his mouth to answer you, he noticed your eyes darkening. You moved the measuring tape to his other thigh without taking your eyes off of Satoru’s, and his cock throbbed in his boxers. So much so that not only did he see it, but he knew you had too, by the way you licked your lower lip.

“I know you’ve been watching me for months now,” you started, and he felt the color drain from his face, “and I always wondered when you were going to get up the nerve to come inside and talk to me.”

“Thinking of a valid excuse to not only talk to you but get you into a position where you and I were alone was a lot harder than I thought it would be,” Satoru explains sheepishly.

The measuring tape tightened around his thigh, and Satoru knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back if you gave him the green light. The tape slid from his thigh as your hands abandoned it and instead started to unbutton your suit jacket. Muscles tensed, and breath caught in his throat. Satoru watched the last button come undone and then gasped as your breasts spilled free from the jacket with nothing else underneath it.

“I’ve fantasized about you so many fucking times, so when I saw you come in on the cameras in the office, I took off my top and bra,” you declare as you shrug the jacket off of your shoulders. “Want to help me live out one of those fantasies?”

That was all Satoru needed. His hands dove into your hair, and he pushed his crotch into your face. A moan escaped your lips, so he proceeded to grind his bulge into your face. His hips rutted into your face over and over as his hands held your head firmly in place with fistfuls of hair. After a few minutes of this, he pulled his hips back and looked down at you.

“Are there any chairs in this room,” he asked as he watched you panting a little bit just from him rutting into your face. He was hoping you’d be this slutty and eager.

“No, but I can get the one from the office,” you said breathlessly as his cock throbbed in his pants again.

“Is there anyone else in the shop?”

“No, and what should I call you,” you asked as you cocked your head to the side. He smirked as he pretended to think about it.

“My name’s Gojo, Satoru, but you can call me Daddy.” He winked, and you rolled your eyes. “Go get the chair and lock the front door. Do not cover up.” The red in your cheeks was only outdone by the dark lust in your eyes.

You got up and left the room, making sure the door stayed open. In doing so, you gave Satoru a clear line of view of the front door of the shop. He listened to your still-confident heels click across the floor as your arms hung by your sides. The front door made a loud click, and at the same time, Satoru pushed his boxers off his hips and let them hit the floor.

Satoru grinned deviously as you came back in the room, dragging a chair behind you, and immediately blushed at the sight of his fully erect cock. You brought the chair over to the dais but didn’t put it on the dais. Satoru hummed as he thought about how he wanted to position the chair, but all he did was turn it ninety degrees. Now, he could see you in front of him and in the mirror. He sat down on the edge of the chair and motioned for you to come between his knees.

“Down enough that your breasts are in my lap, I want to fuck them,” he commands. So you lower yourself down until your breasts are resting in front of his cock. It’s an awkward position, but your eyes were locked on his, and your movements never faltered.

“Go on and spit on my cock so it’s wet,” he commands again, so you let a glob of spit slowly leave your mouth and glide down his cock. He groans as you both watch his cock jump from your teasing. You spit on his cock again before grabbing the base and licking up the whole length. Satoru groans again as your tongue laves over his slit a few times, and he buries his fingers in your hair.

After a good few minutes of licking his cock until your spit is running between your fingers freely, you sit back and grab the outsides of your breasts. Without waiting for another command, you lift up and then lower yourself down until his cock is between your tits and sticking out of the top. You squeeze your breasts together tighter and then open your mouth and stick your tongue out. Satoru groans as he watches your drool spill onto your breasts and finally snaps.

“Up until the tip is just barely between your tits, and then I’m going to pound them until your pretty face is painted with my seed,” he growls and lets go of your hair. You slide up until his cock is just pressed between your tits, and then stay still. Satoru moans this time before he starts to slowly thrust up into your tits. He’s still holding back, so you let out the moans you’ve been holding back. With your mouth wide open and drool spilling off your tongue so Satoru’s cock is constantly lubed up, the moans are loud and echo through the room.

His hips drew back and then snapped forward again. Then again. And finally, he was freely fucking your tits. His hips hit the underside hard enough that Satoru knew they would have bruises on them. But he also knew that he would come back tomorrow to soothe those bruises. As his cock throbbed and pounded between your constantly slick breasts, he felt his orgasm coming faster than it had in a while. His hips stuttered and then stopped as his cum spurted out of his cock in thick hot ropes that splattered all over your face, tongue, and breasts. With a loud moan, you swallowed the cum that landed in your mouth, and he groaned again.

“Are you satisfied with your service, or do you still need to be attend to Satoru,” you asked, and his cock throbbed in response.

“Stay here so I can get you something to clean up with,” he said as he slipped out of the chair. He retrieved his shirt from the dressing room and then returned to clean your face off himself. Once it was cleaned off, you opened your eyes, and he could see they were still dark with lust and desire.

“It looks like you still need attending to,” he purred. A shudder ran up your body that made him haul you to your feet and kiss you deeply. His tongue was quick to push between your lips and lay claim to yours. Satoru groaned as the taste of himself mingled with your saliva, and his cock was already hard again. He pulled back from the kiss and stepped away. With a swift movement, he turned the chair back to where the seat was facing the mirror.

“Lose the skirt,” he said as he palmed his cock and stroked it slowly. You pulled the skirt off, and it was just like he suspected you weren’t wearing anything underneath it. How could you when it was such a tight skirt? He pulled you in front of him again and then turned you around and bent you over the back of the chair. Your ass pushed against Satoru’s erect cock, and he moaned again.

“You ready for my cock sweetheart?”

“I’ve been ready for it for months now, Satoru. So please give it to me already,” you whined, and the sound made his cock throb painfully. He was really tempted to make you moan and beg some more, but he didn’t know how he would handle orgasming just from the sounds you’d make. Without any more waiting, Satoru locked his gaze with yours in the mirror as he pushed the head of his cock against your dripping entrance.

Your mouth fell open as he pushed the fat tip of his cock inside of your warm walls, and he growled as your eyes already rolled back in your head. “You might not come out of this the same.”

“I don’t want to,” you moaned as he continued to slowly slide his cock inside of your wetness.

“My cock is incredibly addicting,” he whispered as he finally fully seated himself inside of your warm wet walls. Satoru moaned again as you clenched around his full length and then did so again when your gaze met his in the mirror.

“Ruin me, Satoru,” you commanded him, and he nearly came just from that.

“As you wish,” he purred as he slid his cock back until just the head was resting inside of your pussy. He waited and watched your face until you started to squirm, which only took a few seconds. Then he snapped his hips forward and buried his cock back in you completely. He did this again and again and again. Until you were writing and whining.

“Please, Satoru, give me more,” you whined loudly. He chuckled darkly before he repeated the same motion. Pull out until just the head rested in your walls, wait until you were begging, and then bury himself in one harsh thrust. He could see tears brimming in your eyes and finally stopped teasing.

His his slammed into your ass so fast and demanding that the chair started to scoot across the floor. With a muttered curse, Gojo pulled you up by your hair until he was supporting your weight. He grunted and kicked the chair hard enough that it slid over a few feet. In a quick motion that left you gasping, he hooked his arms underneath your knees and hauled you up until your back was pressed to his chest.

“Oh, you weren’t fucking kidding,” you moaned as he raised and lowered you on his cock with the same speed and harshness as before.

“I really wasn’t,” he whispered as he kissed your ear.

“Fucking cumming,” you whined and clenched tightly around his walls. Then your pussy throbbed over and over and over as your orgasm tried to push him out. But he just kept using your weight to fuck you onto his cock. Your screams of pleasure filled the whole shop as he fucked you through your orgasm. And soon after, he could feel his own coming on.

“I’m about to cum, sweetheart, and I’d hate for my load to go to waste,” he purred in your ear as he continued to fuck you onto his cock.

“I have the implant, so please empty your load into my cunt,” you moaned as you tightened onto his cock more. His arms and hips stuttered as he started to cum, and then stopped as your walls clenched and then throbbed in time with his cock. Your scream from this latest orgasm nearly made his ears ring.

He gently slid you off of his cock and lowered you to your feet. You spun around to face him and then stepped back a few feet.

“Are you satisfied with your service, or do you still need more attention,” you asked him again.

“Oh, I’m satisfied for now, but I will be back for more,” he growled as he looked your naked body up and down and noticed you still had your heels on. You bent over at the waist into your usual bow, and he moaned.

“Then I am glad to have provided your service today and look forward to doing so again as often as you need,” you said, still bent into the bow.

As always please do not copy, or reupload this anywhere. I have plenty of sites where I can upload this to on my own if I choose to.

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wonton4rang · 2 days

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Kiss and make up ¡!

pairing: bnd legal line x gn!reader

warnings: smut +18, some toxic behaviour (ig idek atp), cursing, unprotected sex (be safe y'all 😔) and I think that's about it, lmk if I missed anything.

genre: smut. ♡

summary: how would be make up sex with boynextdoor members (legal line - everyone but woonhak)

note: I was going to post an ask I got ready for today but tumblr kinda glitched and it delete half of it so I need to re-write and edit it again :'( please enjoy this as an apology <3

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sungho; make up sex with him can be overwhelming, and it most likely will, there could be two reasons for it: he is sooooo sorry for everything that he keeps whispering little "sorry, baby" into your ear or he's still kinda mad and just fucks you out of despair. either one you will feel so good and full that you will forgive him for anything you got mad for in the first place. it was sungho and his strong body and gifted cock against you, tbh who would go against that? his pretty foxy eyes looking down on you with so much appreciation, his lips glossy due to your own saliva and his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat. he was so hot and it was just a small disagreement anyways, nothing you guys couldn't talk about after you were stuffed full like a pillow.

riwoo; i see him into some dynamic type of sex, nothing crazy but something that would consume lots of energy, like fucking you in some odd yet pleasant position with no rest, your knees numb and your arms trembling, but when it's make up sex he would be the sweetest and most cliche person, laying you on your back and caressing your cheeks while he left a trail of kisses all over your face, neck and your collarbone, mumbling how pretty you were and how much he hated to fight with you. he's just so sweet and good for you :(( you guys definitely talk about things and get to a solution together, it might be even faster than with other members since i feel like riwoo will understand and make his point clear so that it can be solved accordingly and fast.

jaehyun; he's crying. but not like a few tears shed, he's crying his eyes out whenever you guys have an argument about anything and everything and he really doesn't wanna see you afterwards because he feels so wronged. but when you knock on the door of your shared bedroom after giving him some space, he would make a light pout, looking away so you can know that he's still mad. it only took you two minutes of "baby, I'm sorry, it was not my intention to yell at you. It's not your fault that I'm stressed and I'm sorry I let it out on you, can you please forgive me?" and he will, cause jaehyun is like a little puppy to you, he would never say no, better yet, his answer was "i forgive you, y/n, how 'bout I help you getting rid of that stress, hm?" and then he made you come around his cock twice, giving you a third orgasm while eating you out and softly giggling at your wasted look, kissing you before helping you get a relaxing bath and then tuck you in bed.

taesan; I think I've said this before but I don't see him as a highly sex-drived person, not really understanding all the hype about it, yes, it was good and he loved to fuck you and make love to you, but it was not his top priority. yet I do believe he has his triggers. so when you guys got into this heated argument he realized something: he found your angry self very appealing, the way you yelled at him and pushed his chest making him grin a little bit at the fact that he could tower you and stop you in any moment but you felt that you controlled him. the whole discussion was about some girl that held his arm earlier and he did not move her, you were furious cause you knew how much he hated physical contact with most people and letting that random girl do it like that? you raged. "is this funny to you?" you said, getting him back from his thoughts. "she's no one, love, but I can show you why you are mine right now" you were confused, not following his words are they were so out of place. "you're so hot when you get cold" was the last thing he said before taking you into a deep kiss that ended up with you crying out his name while he made love slowly to you, pounding your cunt full while his soft and wet lips kissed your face. taesan was yours, all yours, no else mattered to him, he did not have any interest in other girls. it was you, you were his one and only.

leehan; where do I even start? he would listen to everything you have to say, quietly nodding to the points you're making and chewing his cheek to avoid saying anything stupid that would interrupt your failed version of an apology, because right now all he can think about is the away your boobs wiggle under your loose large tshirt with every move that your hands do, your tights looking so pretty that he couldn't avoid staring and you noticed, snapping your fingers in his face and rolling your eyes when he just smirked at you, throwing his hair back and sitting comfortably in the couch before spreading his legs a little bit. "if you're so sorry you could show me with actions, y/n" he was so cocky that you couldn't even be mad at him, straddling in his lap and moving your panties aside when he took his dick out and aligned it with your soaked entrance. "you're going to fuck me so good, aren't you, baby?" a soft kiss was pressed in your lips and he leaned back to let you ride the shit out of him. the so called argument long gone.

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Hope you guys enjoyed!! <33

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earl-grey-teacake · 10 hours

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Love the new headcanons for the Baby!Loscar au!! Though the second Logan and Oscar start walking they are going to need leashes or they're going to runaway to find their best friend and get lost in the paddock

Thank you!!!

They will absolutely be leash kids. Kids are curious by nature and they want to explore the world around them with no understanding of consequences. Sure, some may frown upon it saying children aren’t dogs but they are people who have never had a child run into the direction of an oncoming vehicle.

Logan and Oscar are adventurous and bold, which is great for karting. It is not great for their parents’ blood pressure. There is a limit of how many times Oscar or Logan can book it out of hospitality before someone puts their foot down. Learning how to walk is one thing but walking and being able to open the doors of their rooms and playpens is another.

At the first the parents frowned upon it with Carlos and George saying their children were not dogs. That sentiment quickly changed when Logan booked it across the parking lot and almost gets hit by Toto’s Mercedes. Now since it was a parking lot, the car speed tends to be slower but that did not help anyone’s blood pressure that day.

So Logan and Oscar get little leash backpacks, bear and koala respectively. Logan tries to fight it like all toddlers do, kicking, yelling, rolling on the ground but his parent’s will not budge. He does give up, and relents to bring on a leash. No matter how cutely Logan begs and clings, neither James nor Toto or Jenson will free him from it.

Oscar does not kick or scream but he will lie on the floor in protest until his parent pick him up and carry him. He also gives in once he realizes no one will take pity on him. He has tried to run to Williams a couple times but was stopped by McLaren staff and Andrea Stella who carried him back like a sack of potatoes.

The other drivers vary on levels of amusement. Alonso and Max find it hilarious, especially when the kids try to book it while attached to the leash. Lewis feels bad for the kids but he was there when Logan almost got hit by Toto’s car so he doesn’t feel that bad. Charles almost frees them a couple times because they plead with him to but is quickly stopped by others.

Thank you for the ask!!! I know it took me a while to answer 😅

#f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #logan sargeant #galex #alex albon #george russell #lando norris #carlando #carlos sainz #baby!logan #baby!loscar au #baby!oscar #Toto James and Jenson: I care about you and I want you to be happy but no the leash stays on until you learn to not run in front of cars #Charles: oh maybe I can let you go a little please don’t cry #Carlos: don’t fall for it. he’ll run the moment you let him go. and Oscar stop begging Charles to free you #Andrea Stella: let’s go Oscar *Oscar is laying on the hospitality floor refusing to budge*

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thesilmarillionblog · 3 days

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𓏲 𓂃 L o s i n g Y o u

Part: 3

Click here to read the first part!

Summary: Everything was good as a member of Payback and Soldier Boy's secret girlfriend until the team and your relationship with him began to fall apart due to a new member and her developing relationship with Ben right in front of your eyes.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader

Warnings: Heavy angst, hurt, cruel Soldier Boy, reader gets hurt, mention of violence, betrayal, Soldier Boy being a dick, reader is a supe, Crimson Countess is a bitch

Word Count: 2194

A/N: English is not my first language.

* This story is inspired by the song "Losing You" by Dream Evil.

Ben’s lips parted to say something when you told him that he would never hear you saying those three words again, but he clenched his jaw, and his eyes sharpened with fury.

“Don’t even bother, because those words already mean nothing to me.”

You caught him looking at your lips for a second, but he let go of your chin immediately and pulled himself together like he would kiss you if he waited for another second. His unreadable face was filling your heart with hope since you knew he would be far more different if he really didn’t like you at all as he told.

You walked over to him and gently touched his rough hand, asking, “Then why does it make you mad when I tell you I would leave Payback? If you don't really care at all, why do you want me here with your side so much that you threat me with hurting Noir? Ben, please be honest with yourself, at least. I know you won't be honest with me.”

You looked at him with desperation, pleading him with your eyes and touched his hand like you could never get that chance again. You didn’t understand what exactly caused his soft side to slip in your hands so suddenly, so sharp. What had happened to you exactly? You knew it wasn’t about Crimson or someone else, but you didn’t know the cause behind why you failed to solve the true reason behind all this pain.

You withdrew your hands just before he pushed them away. When you posed those questions, he seemed so confused and lost that you nearly thought he would finally crack and put a stop to the cruelty between you going on. Since you were aware that he wasn't good at expressing his true feelings from the very beginning, you were willing to push him a little. You would fight for it if you had to be the one to help him overcome his inner demons and open himself.

“I won't be giving a fuck seeing you fucking go away if I find a stronger supe than you,” he simply said.

You answered, “Neither the team nor you need a strong one,” knowing what he was talking about was just another lie. “Ben, you never care who is powerful or not as you know you are strongest. Your ego is too big to care about what other people are capable of.”

“What on earth should I tell you to get off my ass and stop bothering the Countess and me, huh, Y/N?” He inquired, showing no interest in what you had to say. It didn't even seem like he was paying attention to what you were saying. “I'm warning you; don't talk to me about love or other bullshit again.”

He retreated a step, sat on the couch, and sniffed the cocaine on the table before his eyes darkened. When your lips parted to respond, he lifted his hand menacingly, to prevent you from say another thing to make him angrier.

He yelled, “Shut the fuck up,” and started sniffing coke before you did, startling you with his unexpected outburst. “Do you think you know me? Are you fucking naïve?”

You also raised your voice, but it was rather shaky, saying, “I do know you.” You eventually lost patience with his attitude because of how much his persistence was getting on your nerves.

“You’re a fucking naïve then,” he chuckled, but his tone was rather angry than amusing. “Get the fuck out of here and leave me alone.”

You turned away, your eyes watering, and opened the door without saying a word to Ben, fearing that he would become enraged since he was too busy getting high like a real jerk. You heard Countess's voice in the distance. She gave you a tiny smirk to irritate you, as she usually does, but you left the trailer without looking at her and without creating any drama.

After a few weeks, you gave up attempting to get in touch with Ben because you could tell he was preoccupied with all the dumb advertisements and other bullshit. You also stopped participating in anything Payback-related, even though you were still required to perform these things along with the rest of the team. You informed Earving that you were completely well and needed some time for yourself, despite the fact that he had visited your home numerous times to check on you.

But it was a lie. You were either ill or simply lovesick. You had a difficult time falling asleep since you could recall every last detail of Ben and Crimson's interactions. They appeared in every movie, television show, and advertisement. It didn't matter if you simply vanished; you couldn't run away from your own sentiments that were killing you or their reality.

Earving told you that Ben was becoming crueler and harsher to him and the rest of the crew every day, but you couldn't really care because you were most likely going through the worst.

After a month, you were compelled to flee your home due to a terrorist attack, and all of the members required you on the battlefield. Ben was busy commanding the soldiers haphazardly, using heavy and hazardous weapons like toys, and showing off his whole range of abilities to them with an arrogant smile on his face.

He was taken aback to see you because you were the last person to enter the territory. Ben walked up to you with a sneaky smile on his face after he dropped the rifle on one of the twins from his shoulder, but you turned your back on him and continued talking to some soldiers to give him courage because you didn't want to hear what Ben was about to say to distress and upset you any more.

You were desperately missing Ben and were helpless for any kind of interaction or words to rekindle your already fading hope, but you were also proud. You were aware of everything that happened between you, and excepted the turth that the wonderful memories between him and you had long faded. More than anyone you didn't get to know, he was more of a stranger than any stranger. You were certain there was nothing left in you for him to break because he had broken your heart so many times. Struggling to change the past and pushing yourself too hard will only exacerbate your situation. You knew the pain wouldn’t fully disappear soon, but it would ease by time.

He didn't move again once you turned your back to him, indicating that you were right to let it go.

After Ben tormented him more severely than ever on your third day on the battlefield, Noir's patience ran out, and he kept saying Ben that he didn't deserve to be a leader and that he was simply a bully on cocaine. Despite your attempts to dissuade Earving from approaching Ben too closely and to push him back before things got physical, he was adamant about ending Ben's leadership.

“You don’t deserve to be the the leader of Payback. All you do is getting high and bullying all of us. All people here looking at us with hatred, not respect and the reasson behind this all is that we don’t have a respectful leader,” Earving said raising his voice.

Knowing that Ben was pretty nerveous espcially nowadays and fearing he was already ready to hurt anyone in the squad, you pushed Noir by his chest back trying to calm him down. He was right about everything, but it wasn’t the way to solve this mess Ben caused. Besides, no one would stand a chance against Soldier Boy. After all, he was indeed the strongest supe.

“Noir, please calm down,” you whispered him as if no one would hear you. “Don’t do this.”

Your body clenched with terror, knowing that he would be severely wounded by Ben, who was already looking for a small excuse to beat him up. Earving was digging his own grave for sure.

“What’s wrong with you?” Earving suddenly snapped, pushing your hands from him. “Why do you even support him?”

“Violence with get you nowhere,” you said sharply, implying he must stop or he’ll be the one to get hurt.

“And what the fuck will you do about this, huh?” Ben asked with an evil smirk on his face. “You just fucking disrespected me, you fucking weak fuckface. All you do is whining like a newborn baby yet you crave for respect and all shit.”

When you saw Ben make a move to face Earving, you stopped between them to prevent what was to come. Some soldiers were watching you all with curiosity, and some with fear.

“Ben,” you said with a serious tone. “Let’s not make a scene and let others talk behind you. How can they even respect you if you lay a hand on one of us? This won’t be good for your reputation; you know this.”

Instead of taking a step back and pressing his anger down, your effort to save Noir made him see red.

“Will you now fucking defend him against me?” Ben glared at your hands, which were tightly gripping his suit, and said, “Step fucking aside or you'll get hurt first.”

As you take a step back, you realize how you came so close to Ben without recognizing it, despite your repeated assurances to yourself to keep away from him. He had done many things to you lately, but it was the first time he threatened you with such severity.

Just as you are about to react, you hear Crimson approaching Ben.

Placing a touch on Earving's arm, you showed your understanding and concern for him when you noticed him fisting his fists and standing motionless. It was Ben's harsh attitude toward nothing that he got in return for all the respect he deserved, which was all he asked for. Although Earving had been performing rather well up until this point, everyone has their limitations.

“You know, you shouldn't let others treat Soldier Boy disrespectfully,” Crimson said as she gave you one of her venomous glances. “When Black Noir tries to seize control of the team and instigate a revolt, how can people still acknowledge Soldier Boy as the team's strongest supe and leader? How are you even going to support it, Y/N?”

She scowled and remained by Ben's side, uttering more venomous things to incite Ben's hatred of you. Simply because you were aware of Ben's vulnerability to manipulation over his authority, you took a deep breath and declared, “I'm not supporting any of this. Who the hell are you to read Noir's intentions that way?”

Ben raised his finger right up to your face, his eyes were darkened with disappointment. “So, that’s it. You fucking betrayed me for that cocksucker.”

Your eyes burned with fury as the corner of the Countess’ lips curled with satisfaction.

“Are you really talking about betrayal now?” You raised your voice as your hands were in fist now.

Earving felt your hazardous tension with Soldier Boy, and your fury subsided his own anger. You pushed his hands away from you, even though he touched your shoulder to convey his support for you in a gentle way.

You could see how effortlessly the Countess was able to influence Ben; your eyes were burning with pain. You had come to terms with the idea that he couldn't see his actual emotions through them, but it appeared he couldn't see yours either.

He'd pretended to be concerned about you, deceived you, threatened you, and now accused you of betraying him. But the truth was, he was the one who did them. You didn’t know if he was blind or just a coward who couldn’t even face himself.

“You know what?” Ben angrily remarked, “Since you wanted to go away from the team so much, you can fucking leave now. You are free to fucking go.”

With a heavy heart, you murmured, “Fine. Neither do I want to be a part of this.”

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A/N: I had planned Losing You to be a one-shot story, but it seems it will take a little more chapters to make a final. Comments and reblogs are very appreciated! You can also check masterlist for another multi-chapter Soldier Boy / Reader story called “Protect Me From What I Want” Thank you for reading this! <3

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thedeviltohisangel · 3 days

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For A Fortnight There We Were: He Got My Heartbeat

a/n: EV AND CAL ARE BACK! the response to the first one shot of this was so crazy and became so popular and I could have never imagined! this takes place back on the MOTA set when they start to wonder if they really are started to feel tingly for each other or if the characters are bleeding into their lives. please shoot me any requests for future one shots or blurbs since I love being able to fill in all the little blanks for you guys. standing by to chat about these two (or callum in general lbr) and am thinking of add austin x popstar!oc to this universe? idk, let me know your thoughts. love you all and see you on the flip side...

She heard the sound of the director cutting and ignored it anyway. He did too. Evelyn used the arm around his neck to pull him closer and prevent his lips from slipping off of hers. Her hips shifted forward on their own accord and she felt something twitch between her legs.

“Jesus, fuck-Ev, I’m sorry-”

“-oh, God, it’s my fault-” She fell backwards off the chaise as she hurried to scramble out of his lap.

“No, Evelyn, don’t, it’s fine!” Callum was racing to grab the abandoned bed sheet from the ground as she was struggling to conceal her chest from the production crew. “Can someone get her a fucking robe?” he yelled as he was finally able to wrap her in the polyester.

“Please don’t touch me.” Her shoulder shrugged quickly to rid his hand from her skin. Her lips were still burning from his kisses. Her nose on fire from where it had nuzzled with his. Her chin and waist aching for the feel of his hands again. She doesn’t think she would be able to hold onto her sanity if his hands were on her ever again.

“I’m sorry.” He held his hands up in surrender as a PA emerged with a fluffy white bathrobe for her to tuck her arms into. Not a glance from her was spared his direction as she stood and hurried off the set.

Callum hung his head between his legs as they offered him a robe but he had no motivation to grab it. He was only able to think how stupid he was. How silly it was to let himself get lost in the sensation of kissing her and touching her and making love to her. It was all acting and for the camera and none of it was real but it had felt so tangible. Like even after she pulled away he could still reach out and grab it and keep it and never let it go. But he had fucking ruined it because he wasn’t able to control his arousal for her.

“Falling in love with your co-star…not always the best choice. Especially when they happen to be married.” He scoffed at Tom’s words as he sat next to him, pulled on the robe to protect his modesty in front of one of his heroes.

“I’m not in love with her,” he mumbled around the lump in his throat. “We’re just friends.” The hotel room set was quiet now. Tom had cleared it out as he watched the two young actors fall apart right in front of him. The intimacy had been a step too close to what they really craved to maintain any sense of stability.

“I see,” he responded with a nod. They had said cut nearly five whole minutes before the two of them had even thought to stop. The intimacy coordinator had watched the scene playout with a perplexed look as none of the choreography had been followed, they had just kissed and groaned and moved their hips the way that had felt right and normal and it had worked perfectly. It had felt like they had been doing it forever. Like they were meant to. “Sometimes, lines get blurred on projects. It’s okay to admit that to each other.”

“And, hypothetically, how would one tell if the lines between the characters and the actors are blurring or if the feelings are real regardless of the character?”

“Hypothetically?”

“Completely.”

“You talk to each other.” Callum chuckled. Sometimes the simplest answer was the correct one.

“She didn’t seem like she wanted to talk to me.” The look on her face when he had tried to reach out and comfort her would haunt him. The rejection slapping across his face like a biting cold wind. The way he had bared his soul just an inch to try and connect to her and protect her and she turned him away easily.

“Give her time. Everything you are feeling is amplified for her. A few more complications.” Evelyn was in the middle of a very public legal fight. There were houses and cars and a plane to divide and assign value to and storage units of furniture and designer clothing. Businesses they had invested in together and land they had purchased to build a life on.

“Maybe it’s not worth it. Maybe I let sleeping dogs lie.” Callum had already watched the way phone calls with her lawyers and emails from her manager and texts from her ex took a toll on her day in and day out. It would be unfair of him to add one more burden to her shoulders.

“Or maybe you don’t and it turns out to be the best decision of your life, Callum.” Maybe it was the start of a fairytale. Maybe it was the love that they both were meant to have in their life. Maybe it was the kind of love that could soothe the ache in their chest and fill the hole in their heart and mend the cracks in their souls.

Maybe it was exactly what they both needed.

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The binder of her lines for the next day of shooting was sitting in her lap as her hairstylist brushed out her 1940s era curls but they just looked like blurry letters on the page. All she could think about was the look on Callum’s face when she had recoiled from his touch. She thinks he looked genuinely hurt. Like she was rejecting a vulnerable piece of him that he had offered.

“Is it a bad idea to go apologize to him?” she asked the trailer full of people. They had all been quiet from the moment she entered and had been waiting for her to talk first. “Like, do I just leave it be or do I go say something?”

“Are you just saying sorry or are you trying to talk about why it went down like that?” her assistant asked. Evelyn chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about, leaning back in her chair and shoving the binder onto the vanity.

“It’s only going to get more awkward if we don’t do the latter.” With a sigh, she grabbed her water bottle and got down from the chair. “I’m going to put on something comfy then go see if he’s in his trailer. Can someone practice with me on how to not say that I’m confusing the characters relationship and emotions for real life?”

“Or you just be honest that maybe all your feelings are real life. He’s giving it right back, Ev, we’ve all seen it.”

“And then what happens? I ask him to twiddle his fucking thumbs while Logan drags me through court for the rest of my life?” She tucked her feet into a pair of UGGs and grabbed her phone from where it was charging. “No matter if anything is going on between Cal and I, he deserves better than what I have to offer him or anyone right now.” There was no reason to drag someone she cared about as much as him into this mess. No reason to ruin whatever relationship they currently had if she didn’t have to. Evelyn had gotten used to seeing him and Golo at the end of every day and running lines and laughing while taking a smoke break when they all got food delivered and hung out as a group. He was always sending her some funny video saying it reminded him of her and teasing her about how his mustache tickled her when they kissed and she was happy around him in a way she hadn’t been in a long time.

“Ev? Did you hear what Tracy said?”

“No, I was-” She stopped when they were all smiling at her like they knew all her secrets. “Whatever. None of you are helping. I’ll just fucking wing it and see you later.” Evelyn took a few deep breaths of fresh air and walked to the trailer in question only a few yards away, Golo popping his head into the window and barking once when he noticed her arrival.

“My Evelyn door bell was ringing.” Callum opened the door before she had the chance to knock and her momentary freeze was interrupted by the dog that was eager for her attention.

“Hi, baby,” she cooed as she squatted to scratch at his ears and laugh around his kisses. “It’s only been a couple days, Golo!”

“He told me you give the best belly scratches and he wants them everyday,” Callum said as he leaned his back against the doorway. “You want to come in or you just swung by to see this one?” She stood up and pulled her sweatshirt down to cover her exposed skin.

“I wanted to talk about earlier. Unless now isn’t a good time or unless you didn’t want to talk about it all.” He paused for a beat as he thought about the two options she had just presented. One offered an understanding of whatever it was that was palpable between them. There would be no more guessing. But there was the trap. Because if the answer was that the lines had just blurred. That the tension was based in the characters and only existed on set, then he would rather not know. He would rather float through the turmoil of not knowing because at least his heart had a chance at remaining whole.

“No, we can talk about it.” Callum opened the door wider and stepped to the side as she and his dog crossed the threshold. “You want a bottle of water? Something else?”

“Just water is fine.” Evelyn sat in a chair and wiped her sweaty palms on the top of her thighs. He handed her a bottle of water and leaned against the wall opposite. “I, uh, I wanted to apologize for how I acted earlier. I shouldn’t have pushed you away like that, I know it was just an accident. And it was my fault anyway. I shouldn’t have deviated from what we discussed with the intimacy coordinator. That is what they are here for and it was inappropriate of me to…do what I did.” Kiss him like it was real. Move her hips in the hopes she would catch some friction between her legs. Observe the look on his face as he had acted out his orgasm. She had never found the way Logan looked when he came particularly mesmerizing. But that’s how she would describe the feeling of looking at Callum.

“Takes two to tango. Nothing to apologize for.” He looked down at his feet and Evelyn sat, waiting for him to say something more. Something further. Anything.

“Ok. Yeah, ok. I’ll get out of here.” She stood and stared at him for a beat but he seemed incapable of looking at her. She probably disgusted him. Just wanted her to promise to never do it again so he could move on with his life and his career. And the quicker she left, the quicker she could go to her rental flat and cry in the shower with a bottle of white wine.

Her right hand was around the doorknob when his hand encircled her left wrist. She paused.

“It’s not just the characters bleeding into my thoughts and actions,” he whispered as her eyes closed and her forehead rested against the door. “My feelings for you are as real they fucking get.”

“Callum…”

“I know. I know. Tell me to get over it and I will, Ev. Tell me you only view me as a friend and I will work every goddamn to get over it to keep you in my life. Tell me I am losing my mind.” Evelyn was breathless as she was trying to find the courage to turn and face him. The grip on her wrist was loosening, Cal admitting defeat and letting her go, so she turned and slipped her hand so it was holding his instead.

“You are losing your mind. But I guess I am too.” He looked up at her with eyebrows raised in surprise. A step forward closed any gap between them. “My life…my life is so complicated right now. And you don’t deserve being dragged into that.” They both ached to touch each other but didn’t want to upset the current balance between them.

“I don’t want to complicate things for you. That is the last thing I would ever want,” he breathed.

“But I also don’t know when things will ever not be complicated. Logan…he’s dragging things out. Trying to suck me dry. Trying to make me suffer.” Everyone around her was telling her that he was trying to bully her into getting back with him. That he didn’t want this divorce in the first place and would make her life so miserable until she cracked and broke down and went crawling back to him.

“You tell me what you want to do, Ev. I’ll wait if you ask me to. Wait until the timing is right and we can try to do this the right way.” It would pain him to wait but at least he would know she was waiting on the other side. Having her at arm's length was better than not having her at all.

“Or.” Her voice dropped to a whisper and she brought a shaking, unsure hand to his cheek. Callum’s mouth parted at the contact, his own hand resting on top of hers as he felt like he could drop to his knees and worship her at the simple contact alone. “Or I stop letting him dictate a single second of my life. And we go do something sickeningly normal tomorrow night. Just the two of us.”

“Austin will be heartbroken,” he teased. She giggled. “I can take you to my favorite pub in Chelsea. They can be discrete.”

“Ok.”

“Ok.” Her hand dropped from his cheek and she took a step back towards the door.

“I’ll see you bright and early, Mr. Turner.”

“Counting down the seconds, Ms. Shaw.” She turned away from him with a twinkling laugh and exited with a goodbye to Golo as well. “I’ve got a date tomorrow, mate. What the fuck do I wear?” Golo merely blinked at him.

He doesn’t know how he had managed to reach the heights he was currently soaring to. The most beautiful woman on the planet asking him to take her to a pub. The most talented woman on the planet touching him like he was precious porcelain. He would do anything just for her eyes to land on him. His chest ached to protect her and care for her and let her know she was never alone because she would always have him. The weight of what tomorrow night could mean for him and for her and for a potential future resting on his shoulders. He planned to rise to the challenge just like she deserved. Fight for her to heal. Fight for her to find peace and love.

Fight for their love story to end with the three words she deserved more than anything.

Happily ever after.

#callum turner #callum turner fanfiction #callum turner x oc #callum turner imagine #callum turner fanfic #callum turner fic #evelyn

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danikamariewrites · 2 days

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Sunball Sunday

Ruhn x Lidia

A/n: To kick off Ruhn week Ruhn treats his new family to a Sunball game outing. @ruhnweek

Warnings: !Major CC3 spoilers!

“Come on guys, we’re going to be late!” Lidia yells, already standing by the front door ready to go. She had been ready for over thirty minutes now. Males, she groans loud enough in her mind for Ruhn to hear. “I’ll be out a minute I swear.” Her mate responds mentally.

Brann ran from his bedroom right into Ruhn and Lidia’s. The shifter throws her head back in annoyance. Why can’t they just be ready on time? Ace emerges from the room he shares with his twin, dressed in a Crescent City Sunball shirt along with a matching hat. “Thank you, for being the only one ready.” He gives his mother a small smile going to stand next to her.

After five more impatient minutes Ruhn and Brann are finally ready to leave. Without words Lidia ushered her boys out the door and down to the black car waiting for them. The ride over to the stadium was the happiest Lidia had ever been. Yes, she had been ecstatic when her and Ruhn got engaged, and seeing her boys again. But this happiness was something else. Watching Ruhn and her boys talk animatedly about Sunball and just getting along in general is everything.

Pulling up to the back entrance of the stadium Ruhn noticed Lidia staring, returning her loving gaze. “What’s that look for?” He asked mind-to-mind, not wanting to interrupt the Ace and Brann’s conversation about player statistics. “Nothing, I’m just happy. Today’s going to be a good day.” The smile evident even in her minds voice.

Once the car stops the twins are the first to jump out, full of excitement to get to the private box they’ll be sharing with the rest of the family. Today was their first time going to a game which, according to Ace, is much better than watching it under water.

“You must be the Danaan-Cervos family,” a woman dressed in a stylish suit says brightly. Ruhn and Lidia were both taken aback by the words. Never hearing their last names and ‘family’ together before. They look at each other, feeling more alive than ever at the peace they’ve found in each other. Ruhn opened his mouth to answer, only to be beat by Brann, “Yup, are you showing us to our seats?”

Lidia put a hand to her mouth to stop the sob creeping up her throat. Family. They are a family. Ruhn puts an arm around her, pulling Lidia into his side. Pressing a kiss to her temple for good measure.

“Yup, right this way.” The woman’s smile never faltering as the boys followed and bombarded her with questions about the team. Walking through the stadium Lidia watched her boys take in the busy stadium, in awe at the merch and food stands.

“Can we, mom?” Ace asked, breaking Lidia from her trance. Both boys look up at her and Ruhn with hopeful faces. Looking at Ruhn for help he smirks at her. “New shirts before or after the game.” He says nonchalantly filling Lidia in on the conversation she had tuned out. Looking back down at her boys she squints, pretending to think. “I say now.” The twins cheer and follow the guide into the shop.

After spending twenty minutes raiding the gift shop the Danaan-Cervos family made it to their private suite. The guide opened the door for them, revealing Bryce & Hunt, Flynn & Dec with Mark. Ithan and Perry seated in front talking with Sathia and Tharion, drinks already in hand.

Bryce lights up (literally and figuratively) at the sight of them. They rush to hug her and Hunt, who point out all the food and sodas they can gorge themselves on. Dropping their merch bags they head over to make a plate.

“Took you guys long enough,” Flynn teases, “I can’t believe I was here before you, never mind Bryce and Hunt.” Bryce elbows the lordling in the ribs, giving him a smirk at the wince of pain he lets out. “They already look like they’re having the time of their life.” Bryce says with a smile as she stared at the boys piling chicken tenders and pizza on their plates. “Yeah,” Lidia nods. “Thank you again for this. They are so happy to be here.”

The music blaring from the field announcing one minute until game time. Everyone goes to take their seats, watching as the teams run out on the field from the tunnels.

As the game went on Ruhn found himself watching Lidia and the boys more than the Sunball players on the field. Any chance he could Ruhn snapped pictures of the three of them. Selfies of them during time outs and with Aunt Bryce and Uncle Hunt. Dec even took pictures of them, seeing how important this moment is to Ruhn.

By the boys’s next weekend visit Ruhn had a few of the pictures printed and framed for the apartment. One for the living room, Ruhn and Lidia’s bedroom, and one of the boys meeting their favorite player in their room. Placing the last frame of their little family on the wall Ruhn stood back admiring the picture.

Lidia came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his middle as she stared at the picture. Perfect. It was all Lidia could think. It was perfect.

#crescent city #crescent city fanfic #crescent city fic #crescent city fluff #crescent city 3 #crescent city fanfiction #crescent city ruhn #crescent city Lidia #ruhn danaan #ruhn crescent city #ruhnlidia #ruhn x Lidia #Lidia cervos #ruhnweek24

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maigo-san · 1 day

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zolu kiss post-lu&sopp water 7 duel

“Do what you want with the Merry.”

At this point, Luffy felt raw. Skin aching like he had been through a wringer, his stomach lurching. He never felt this way after a fight before, the pain receding as soon as he stepped away and he was left energized more often than not. Even after being defeated by Ace and Sabo, nursing multiple swelling and deep cuts, never ached this hard.

Winning never tasted so bitter it burned his tongue.

He secured his hat, furrowing his brow, “We’ll get a new ship and move on to the seas ahead!”

Memories of Usopp playing in his head as fleeting as time. But Luffy continued walking forward, not turning back one bit.

“Well then, bye, Usopp…” he’s tired and shaken, the emotions finally welling to the brim as eyes stung. The feeling too familiar for his own good. “It’s been… fun…”

The noises Sanji and Chopper made when they argued were muffled, as Luffy’s tears clouded his eyes. He couldn’t breathe as snot filled up his nose but a part of him could feel Zoro and Nami’s heavy gazes settling on his shoulders like two boulders. Nami felt like a shard edge as she sobbed with disbelief and frustration. Zoro was calmer but heavy, pushing his head down and pinning his feet to the ground.

Luffy strained the words, as his chest ached, “This is a lot…”

He might be talking to himself, or just his first mate, because he was the only one who was present in the moment. That’s why Zoro immediately answered, his voice a pillar in the middle of a storm that was Luffy’s emotional turmoil. “That’s what it means to be a captain, isn’t it?”

“Don’t waver,” Zoro continued. “If you do, who can we believe in?”

Luffy’s shaking hand pulled the brim of his hat to hide his face, finally crying the tears he, for once, was ashamed of spilling.

They evacuate to an inn somewhere in the city. Luffy was last to walk up the room as everyone unloaded their bags and items. He glanced up at the stairs leading to the rooftop and let his impulse lead him up. He could feel Zoro’s gaze, who was also behind everyone and was dropping a crate of fresh produce. He immediately dropped it by the side of the door and ran after him. Luffy let him because he knew his swordsman had no reason to stop him.

Zoro closed the door as they reached the rooftop, slowly pinning him by the door. His eyes were calm but his lips pursed a bit. Luffy didn’t quite look at him in the face, gaze settling at a particular spot on the rooftop higher than where they stood just across the canal.

“You know, you still smell like rotten eggs,” Zoro mumbled.

Luffy glanced up, unconcerned, “Then, don’t come closer, Zoro.”

He was about to move past the taller man when Zoro held his shoulders and squeezed firmly, taking a step closer as he pressed a nose to Luffy’s cheek. Zoro made a noisy inhale,

“It stinks but I don’t mind the smell, Luffy.”

O-oh… I get it, Luffy buried his face in Zoro’s shoulder as Zoro wrapped his arms around him.

Luffy held his waist tight feeling the urge to cry coming. But Luffy only buried his face deeper into Zoro’s white shirt, brows dropping as hot tears wet a patch of cottoned fabric.

The quiet night grew profound, the water stream under them a still murmur. Zoro's steady heart pulsed him with warmth, one beat at a time. Zoro's scent of sweat and steel was a better companion than his own storming mind.

“Z-Zoro…” Luffy mumbled.

Luffy wanted to explode. With shouts and yells, with questions that piqued the reassurance from Zoro’s baritone voice. He craved Zoro’s presence to wrap around his mind and body like a compression blanket. But he was not good at words when he was utterly emotional and Zoro was not good at reassuring with words and really… words themselves could never articulate the moments they shared together in private.

So, Luffy leaned up, pressing his parted lips on Zoro’s unexpected mouth.

He sighed into Zoro’s nose, invaded his oxygen. Zoro recovered quickly as he pushed deeper until they both fed each other’s hunger with caressing tongues and sucking lips.

Luffy’s body was a floating cloud, white light filling his vision. He was clutching Zoro’s back and tip-toeing when the image of Zoro lying unconscious on the ruins of Shandora emerged and a view of his receding back followed after.

The last one didn’t happen but the fear it invoked came full force, Luffy’s soul felt like it crashed into the concrete ground.

Luffy pulled away from Zoro’s embrace, their lips smacking at the impact as saliva trailed his panting mouth. Zoro opened his eyes wide, but there was no anger or disappointment, only concern concealed behind a cautious look. Luffy reverted his gaze, settling back to the spot he saw earlier.

He pushed past his swordsman, mumbling more to himself, “Thanks Zoro... for making me feel better."

Zoro was still.

"But I want some space.”

Zoro was quiet for a while and Luffy wondered if he had offended the swordsman. Until Zoro turned, voice gentle, “Luffy?”

Luffy looked up and softened his gaze, “I won’t go far. You don’t worry about that. He tugged a thin smile, "Also, I remember what you said. I just think Zoro should rest. Today’s been a lot for everyone.”

Zoro seemed to exhale a relieved breath, shoulders loosened.

Quietly, Luffy stretched his arm and jumped.

#zolu #one piece #in the mood for some writing #maybe I should put this in a long and elaborate fic but idk if I currently have the time #might as well put it out there #op flashfic #flash fiction

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mid-stars · 2 days

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Dan heng x reader

Someone who i used to be.

Bittersweet

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Times he has heard yet again.. "I love you" would always whisper in his ears whenever a nightmare came by.. Yet.. Time and time again the voice of the unknown wavers him. He sighs as he pondered around the data bank. maybe he needed a break. especially after the xianzhou accident. "don't worry... it'll all subdue in time..." ah.. so they're back. not that he minds though.. He feels sighs feeling dizzy. his eyes fell shut. blacking out..

seems like you did the trick, you smile looking at him. Though he can't see you, pity. As you then reach out to him, the door opened "dan heng-" their gaze was on you.. Wait.. "You can see me?" You flew to the grey haired man "uh.. Yeah..." You then swirl around him "so.. Hi" you then flew back to dan heng "let me introduce myself. I'm [Name] and I'm technically dead"

Wtf. His eyes widen. "It's 5.." Rubbing his nose bridge, you nod "I know" he then sighs "what do you mean technically" he crosses his arms and you shrugged "I mean my physical body is dead but my soul's still alive.. And free.. I just can't be visible or have a physical body for that matter" you shrugged.

"So you're a ghost."

"No"

"Yes

"No-

"Yes-

You then stare at him blankly "there is a difference!" And he rolls his eyes "uh huh and what difference?" . "Ghosts are dead and their body is physically no longer here! While my body is lost and gone as my soul surrounds someone I know until I find it!" You yell as he blinks "ah... Wait but you said your body is dead". " that's because my soul is gone" you roll your eyes as he huffs

"Yeah well—" you seem to be disappearing "awe... I'm tied today" you groan as you look into his eyes "tell dan heng anything and I'll sew your mouth!" You glare as you snap your fingers... You were gone. Vanished. He then shakes his head and left his room.

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As the day continued dan heng kept feeling sleepier than usual.. Always remembering a lullaby that would and will lull him to sleep. Maybe... Falling asleep wasn't so bad...

It wasn't any of his memories... He blinked. Looking around lurking the animals and trees. Seemingly to find you and dan feng around the lake together and happy... Maybe... This dream wasn't so bad..

You then look at him ... You looked.. At him. His eyes widened. you stopped and got back to dan feng and hugged him. Dan heng's filled with shock and astonishment.

Then he woke up. Who.. Were you exactly.. He sighs as he reads into the data bank... Too bad he can't find anything about you. He rubs his hair and sighs, looking back at the door relinquishing the memory he had. Maybe... It wasn't so bad, if he had journeyed a bit further.. "Thinking about me again?" Ah.. There you were.. "Hm.. You seem to never get lost now do you?" He types in the data bank. A chuckle formed from a melodic voice "why would I ever get lost when I can always find you?" He smiles, If anyone could see him right now, they'd be in the denial of the red cheeks dan heng had

"Did you miss me?" You mutter, longing his presence. You wanted to feel him.. To love him again.. "... You know the answer to that" he looks away, his brows furrowed as he eyes softened "you..know which you are.." You step back and smile "someone.. Who's not important to you". As he looks down no longer saying a word. "Dan heng! It's movie night!" Yelled by another as he focuses his mind there. Muttering a sorry.

#honkai star rail #hsr x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #hsr #hsr men #x reader #dan heng #hsr dan heng #dan feng x reader #dan feng #dan heng x gender neutral reader #dan heng x you #dan heng x reader

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Desire, I'm hungry, and I hope you feed me. How do you want me, how do you want me?

This idea came from the Anon's request. This is what I saw in my head after Chapter 10 of my original Egyptian series. From several fics, we know that Buggy and Catherine had sex at the same day she stayed with him. And since this is the first time for my beloved lovebirds, I'm a little worried, to be honest. Sunday is the perfect day for smut! English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Masterlist is here.

Description: Catherine decides to stay in Cairo. Buggy brings her home.

Warnings: SFW turns into NSFW. MDNI. We'll get into Buggy's head. His thoughts will be written in italics. I'm bad at writing smut.

Words: 4662

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august

The title is taken from “Desire” by Meg Mayers.

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“This Buggy is such an asshole.” Catherine’s sister grumbled as she took a sip from her cup of coffee.

“Yeah, asshole…” Catherine answered quietly, fiddling with the handle on her bag.

“No, thanks to him for saving my life, but a grown man paints himself as a clown. He's rude, sloppy and stinky.” Jules looked at the board above the gate. “Finally, we’ll get home soon. We should go to the bar today and find you a hot guy, right?” Jules shifted her gaze to Catherine. “God! Who to tell that one man is turning into sand, the other is falling apart, they won’t believe it.”

“Jules, don't tell anyone about their abilities. What if it is dangerous for them.” Catherine glanced at her sister with an angry look. “I don’t know.. They will be hunted, or something worse.”

“Who are you more worried about, sister? For a man who can hide in the Sahara in one second or for that clown? I thought you hated each other so much.”

“Yes. We hate..” Catherine looked at the gate door once again, stood up from her chair and patted her jeans. “Damn! I think I forgot my wallet at the coffee shop.”

“What? I thought you put it in your bag.”

“Seems I didn’t put it in. I’ll go check.” Catherine grabbed her bag and ran out of the boarding area. “Bye, Jules!! I’ll call you!”

“What the fuck, Catherine?! Hey!! Where are you going? The coffee shop is on the other side!”

Catherine couldn't hear her sister anymore because she squealed, running from the departure area into the arrival hall. From the hall, she quickly ran towards the parking lot and ran outside, looking around.

“Shit! Did he leave? Oh! Excuse me!” She stopped one of the passer-by. “Have you seen a tall.. oh, not very tall.. but for my height he’s tall. Never mind! Tall and handsome man here by any chance? He has blue hair and a big red nose.”

The passerby shrugged and walked on. Catherine splayed her hands. “Of course he left.” She scanned the parking lot. “Taxi!!” She ran to the first car. “I need to go.. Shit! I don’t know the address. But I remember approximately where to go.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? No! I’m not going without address!” Said a taxi driver.

“Please, sir. I’ll pay d~.” She raised her head. “His car! He is still here! Yes! Sorry, I’m not going!” She grabbed her bag and ran to Buggy's car.

“Idiot!!” The driver shouted.

Catherine walked quickly between the cars, when she saw Buggy was coming out of a small store at that moment, and yelled at the seller. “I didn't have to pay! Fuck you!”

“Hey! Clown!” Catherine abruptly slowed her step and tried to sound angry.

“Cotton candy? Fuck! I mean, Catherine? What are you doing here?” Buggy darted his eyes at her and couldn't find the words. “You're supposed to be on an airplane.”

“You know, I decided that economy class isn't my level.” Catherine took a couple steps closer to him. “You promised me a private jet. I thought you were a man of your word, Buggy the Clown. Are you just a chatterbox?” She took two more steps and tried to hold back a smile.

“Act cool! With what money was I supposed to arrange a private jet for you? We haven't found the treasure.” He leaned back against the car and crossed his arms. “So what are you doing here? Fuck! I’m so happy to see you! I thought you were supposed to be told how to behave in an emergency landing now.”

“Na-ah. I'm not leaving you until I see the promised jet.” Catherine quickened her pace, stepped even closer, dropped her bag on the ground, smiled widely and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You know, we've got a little problem here. First, I must teach you to keep your word. Second, I think, I fell in love with some blue-haired asshole who wanted to leave me in the desert.”

“But I didn't le~.” Buggy carefully put one hand on her back. “Huh? What did you just say?” He was confused about her words.

“For the slow-witted, I lo-ve you.” Catherine stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, but Buggy gently stopped her.

“Are you making fun of me?” He scowled. “Of course she’s. She thinks you're stupid and you're, to be honest.”

“What? No! I’ll never do that!” Catherine started stroking his head.

Buggy removed his hand and stared at her. “But you said that.. that word. The L-word. Try not to look surprised and don't get your hopes up, idiot. She cannot love you.”

Catherine ran her fingertips over his cheek. “I see. I'll have to break through the emotional wall. But I love challenges. Again. I'm not making fun of you, I've never done it and never will. I'll try to earn your trust. Will you try to believe me?”

Buggy nodded and Catherine immediately punched him in the shoulder.

“I lo~ Ouch! Little shit! You were cute a second ago. Why are you beating me?”

“Because you took me to the airport, you idiot!!!” Catherine tiptoed and smacked him in his lips. "Why didn't you tell me to stay? I’m not stupid, Buggy. I know you love me.” She ran her hand through his ponytail and looked into his eyes. “Don't tell me you don't see that I love you too.”

“Say something!” Buggy gently placed his hands on her waist. “But why? You don't really know me. Not this!”

Catherine shrugged. “How come I don’t know? You and I were sitting by the fire. Remember? I know that you have your chop chop thing, that you saved my life several times, you saved my sister. I don't want you and I to make the biggest mistake of our lives. And if you don't mind, I'll stay with you and get to know you better.” She touched her lips lightly to his once more and in the same second he kissed her back. His kiss was long, soft and tender.

“So you don't mind if I stay?” She asked quietly, pressing her forehead to his.

“Fuck! Her hands are so warm! I wish she hugged me like this every day! Her eyes are so beautiful! I wish she looked at me like that every day!” Buggy stroked her cheek, smiled and ran his thumb over her lips. “You're covered in my lipstick.

“Oh fuck!” Catherine quickly pulled out some tissues and wiped her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest. “My silly clown.”

“I'm listening, my Cathie-pie.” Buggy placed his chin on the top of her head.

“Take me home, please.”

All the way home in the car there was an atmosphere of a slight sense of awkwardness. Catherine smiled and stroked his hair, and Buggy periodically put his hand on her shoulder, on her hand or on her thigh, blushing, as if testing the boundaries of what was permissible. He brought her home, closed the front door and tossed her bag on the floor.

“Well... Welcome back, I guess.” Buggy scratched his head. “The bathroom is there, the kitchen is there. The bedroom's that way. Bravo! Why are you saying this? She was in your house for two days.”

“I remember where the bedroom is.” Catherine stepped closer to him, seeing how worried he was, stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around him. “Hey, you look so nervous, aren't you happy? You didn't want me to stay?”

“I don't know. I mean, I’m happy. I wanted to. This is just my first time in such a situation.” Buggy blushed at the stupidity of his reaction. “I barely understand what is happening.”

“Well, you know, it’s not every day that I run out of the airport either. This will be our funny story, right? I don't want you to be alone. You don't have to be alone anymore, Buggy. I want to be here with you. I love you.” Catherine lightly touched her lips to his and waited for some sort of response from him.

“Do something, idiot!”

“Are you okay? Why are you standing still? You can hug me and kiss me like at the airport, I won't bite you." Catherine didn't know whether to laugh or not, looking at his slightly confused face expression. “Okay. Let's try again. I love you, Buggy the Clown.” She kissed him on the lips, and she felt how he returned the kiss, which went from soft to greedy in a split second. Buggy growled through the kiss, hugged her tighter and pressed her against the wall with all his strength.

“Ouch!” Catherine whispered. “My back! You don't have to kill me, Buggy.”

“Sorry.” He put his hands on her hips and lifted her easily off the floor. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!”

Catherine immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him. Buggy quickly moved toward the bedroom.

“Am I walking right?” He asked through the kiss.

“Uh-huh.” Muttering, Catherine practically kept her lips on his. “And don't you dare swerve off the route, you bastard.”

Buggy carried her into the bedroom, placed her on the bed and stopped for a moment. Thoughts were spinning in his head. “What’s going on? Should I continue? If I continue, should I be gentle or not?”

“Hey, what's up?” Catherine asked quietly, stroking his shoulders and kissing him lightly. “Everything is fine. Don't think about anything.” She started to take off his t-shirt. “I want this.” Kiss. “You want this.” Kiss. “I love you.” After these words, Catherine saw a light up in his eyes.

“I don’t care, even if she’s mocking me, I want to feel her next to me at least for a second.” Buggy quickly took off her t-shirt and ran his lips along her neck. “Fuck, Cathie-pie. Look what you did to me.”

“Go to hell, I haven't done anything to you yet.” She quickly took off her jeans and was left in the underwear. “Like the view?” Catherine put her hands on her waist and raised her head theatrically.

“More than I like. Holy mother of God! She's in her underwear! So sexy!! I love her!! You will be the death of me, Catherine Mitchell.” Buggy carefully placed his hands under her legs and abruptly laid her on the bed, lying on top of her. He began to kiss her hungrily on the lips while Catherine began to unbutton his jeans.

Buggy reluctantly pulled away from her lips and quickly removed his pants. “Hell, yeah! Don't go, please! Just wait for me a little!”

Catherine rose up on her elbows and scanned him from top to bottom. “You have blue chest hair. I love it! So hot!” She raised her torso, ran her fingers over his chest and looked at his worried face. “What's wrong? You don't want it?”

“I just.. I don't want to hurt you.” Buggy said quietly, trying to hide his quickening breathing. “Hold on! But it’s difficult, she’s moving her warm hands over me. Why is she doing this? Am I not disgusting to her?”

“I didn't realize you were so shy, Buggy. It's okay. I'm sure you won't hurt me. Relax.” She was about to remove her bra.

“Oh, no, no! May I?” He gently ran his fingers over her shoulder and began to remove the strap. “Shit! I’m doing it!! I'm taking her bra off!!”

“You're such a fool. You're allowed to do anything.” Catherine kissed him gently on the lips and ran her hand over his stomach.

“Aye-aye, Cathie-pie, it's dangerous to say things like these in this room. Control yourself, idiot! She's special!” Buggy removed the second strap and kissed her shoulder, leaving a red lipstick mark on her skin. “Holy shit! Her skin is so soft!”

“Can you keep your mouth shut and take off my underwear?” Catherine whispered in his ear, stroking his back. “Or I need to teach you this too?”

“Let me savor the moment, woman! Fuck, I love you.” He ran his lips along her neck. "Fuck! You're so beautiful and tasty, cotton candy. And you're mine.”

“Are you always talkative, fucking clown?” Catherine gently kissed his neck. “For God's sake, Buggy, take off my bra and panties already."

“Do it!” Buggy growled and smashed his lips into her, pulling off her bra. “Wow!” He chuckled idiotically. “Better than I imagined.”

“Pervert! We were on the verge of death, and you imagined me naked?” Catherine bit his bottom lip.

Buggy kissed her and ran his hands over her back, pulling her closer. “First, don't be dramatic, I would have saved you anyway! Probably.” Kiss. “Second, sorry, you were so smart and beautiful, I couldn't resist imagining you naked. I’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt or look at you.”

Catherine lay back on the bed and Buggy immediately removed her panties, slowly running his lips down her legs, hearing her breathing get heavier. He sat down on his knees and pulled off his panties.

“Oh my god, you're all blue!!!” Catherine's eyes widened and she saw him blush. “Oh, no! I love it! God, this is so sexy!” She spread her legs slightly. “Now stop torturing me and come to me, my hot clown. I want to feel your little Buggy, which is not little at all, to be honest, inside me!”

“You're kidding me, right? Oh, Buggy. She will break your heart too.”

“Do you really want to discuss this in this position when we're naked?” Catherine took his hand, pulled him closer and gently pressed her lips to his. “No! I will never do that!” Kiss. “Who put this into your head?” Kiss. “I will rip out the hands of those who made you think that way.” Kiss. “Since today, I won't let anyone hurt you.” Catherine ran her hand over his hair. “Don’t you understand yet? You're mine, Buggy the Clown. And I care and protect what is mine.”

“Protect? Me?” Buggy smirked, pressed his chest against Catherine's breasts and kissed her. “I’m kissing her when she's naked! Yay! Hm, what a strange feeling when I kiss her! It's like I feel warm inside!”

“Oh wait, wait, wait!” Catherine patted his shoulder.

“And here we go.. Sorry, Buggy, I was kidding, bye-bye. Sit here without pants and cry like a big naked baby. What did you expect? Look at her and look at you.. What? Is something wrong? Should I stop?”

“No, no! There's one thing I want to do.” Catherine took the rubber band off his hair and unraveled it. “Yeah! So much better! I've dreamed of doing this for a long time.”

“Something new! Are you finished?” Buggy stared at her in incomprehension. “Can I keep going?”

“Oh, yes, yes! Sorry!” Catherine kissed Buggy on the lips, hugged him with her legs and arms, and felt how inch by inch he slowly entered her. “Shit!”

“W-What happened?” Buggy looked at her with frightened eyes. “Is there something wrong? Your little Buggy isn't little, asshole! Be gentle for god's sake!”

“No, no. Everything is fine.” She kissed him on his lips again. “I'm happy you're finally in... well... you know… in me. So good to feel you.” Catherine reddened.

“But if something is wrong, tell me. Even if it's our only time, I want it to be special.” Buggy glanced at her with frightened eyes.

“God, Buggy, we're not 15 years old.” Catherine looked at his worried face. “Okay, I promise. I'll tell you.” She kissed him and pressed herself closer to him.

Buggy returned the kiss. Catherine felt the warmth of his hot, moist kisses as his lips traveled from the corner of her mouth to her neck. She parted her lips slightly and moaned softly, wanting to press herself against his body even more when she felt him begin to move his hips slowly, while his lips explored every inch of her neck. Catherine gently moved one hand to the back of his head.

“Fuck! She's touching my hair. I like that. Her neck.. She’s kinda like what I’m doing. I should remember that. Who am I kidding? She will definitely run away from me. Idiot. How could you fall in love with her? You didn't think about the consequences, as usual. Fuck it! This will come later. At least remember this moment forever.”

“You okay?” Buggy asked, practically without looking up from Catherine's neck.

“Totally. Don't stop, I want you so bad.” She answered quietly, digging her nails into his hair.

Buggy tried to control himself, moving inside her with a moderate, tender pace, but felt that Catherine received him greedily, and eagerly lifted her pelvis to meet his every thrust.

“Cotton candy.. Do you... Do you really… love me? You said that.” Buggy asked, kissing her lips and moving his hips gently. “Please, tell me this’s not a fucking joke.”

Catherine arched to meet him, keeping her hands twisting in his hair. “Of course, I lo~, oh, fuck, ~ve you.” She quickly got her tongue in his mouth. Their passionate kiss deepened as their tongues intertwined, the two lovers devouring each other hungrily, yet never fully satisfied.

“Shit. I love the feeling of her hands tangled in my hair, her lips on my lips, her tongue on my tongue. Her smile made my heart beat faster. Her every kind word seemed to pierce my lonely heart. What's happening? Why is she here? Is this another mockery of life? Or just a dream? If this was a dream, then I don’t want to wake up ever again, just to feel the warmth of her hands every day, to hear pleasant words from her lips, to see her smile when she strokes my hair. God, I loved when she was doing that in the morning. But.. Did she notice what she was doing? Did she do this on purpose to give me false hope? Of course, she did.”

It became more difficult for him to control himself. Buggy's hips thrust into Catherine, pressing his cock firmly and harder against her, eliciting an involuntary moan from her lips. He didn't even notice how he moved his lips to her nipples, starting sucking them. “Shit, Cathie-pie, I wanna taste every inch of your body. I’m gonna die! Control yourself, dude!”

“Don't eat me alive, clown. Oh, fuck, so good. You will have plenty of time to explore my body.” Catherine bit her bottom lip, feeling his cock pressing into where she needed it most. “Come back to me, please.” She gently grabbed his chin and pulled him closer to her lips. She started kissing him hungrily, hugging him tightly and moaning through the kiss with his every thrust.

“Damn, Catherine Mitchell, making love to you feels so good, but I'm sure fucking you will be so awesome.” Buggy said in a low, husky voice. “Why did you say that, idiot?”

“You can…” Catherine could barely speak,

“Fuck! What did you say, little shit? Say it.”

“You can fuck me.”

“Holy moly! Again!”

“You can fuck me, Buggy... Only you can fuck me.” Catherine pressed her lips to his, clutching his back with her fingers and moaned, hearing as Buggy let out a little grunt and fucked between her legs, two rough thrusts.

“Please, Buggy..” Catherine gazed at his eyes and kissed him eagerly.

“Please what, cotton candy?” Buggy asked in a low, husky voice.

“Please.. a little more. Harder, deeper, rougher.” Catherine pleaded to him.

“Music to my ears.”

Buggy’s movements quickly become more and more aggressive, and Catherine tried to hold her moans. With each of Buggy's thrusts, she let out a series of soft, muffled cries, burying her face against his neck. Buggy feels her nails gripping into his shoulders impatiently, signaling him to proceed. He responds with several forceful thrusts, pushing himself inside her.

“Fuck, Buggy.” Catherine tried to hold herself from screaming. “More, please. I’m begging you.”

“Fuck! I want to..” Buggy started fucking her harder, faster, he put his hand on her thigh and grabbed it.

Catherine's toes curled in ecstasy as Buggy's hips thrust into her, hitting the perfect spot. Buggy started slamming into her, and she couldn't help herself, and his name fell from her lips. Loudly.

“Oh, fuck! She did it! Bye-bye, control!” As he thrust deeper inside her, a primal, animalistic intensity consumed his features. They both had never been more turned on in their life.

With gritted teeth, Catherine demanded, "Harder," her voice strained as she felt herself nearing the edge. "Faster," she urged.

Buggy groaned with approval as he squeezed her tight and slammed into her with renewed vigor. Catherine responded by squeezing his hips harder with her legs. Their locked gazes felt like a vice clamped around her heart, squeezing it tight. His primal thrusts and desperate kisses betray a raw, unrestrained passion. The rhythm of his tongue matches the relentless motion of his hips. Catherine arched her back, pulling Buggy deeper inside her. He didn't notice how he moved one hand to stimulate her clit, and a wave of intense pleasure washed over Catherine, making her feel like she might come undone.

“Fucking blue-haired pervert!” Catherine cried out, breathless and trembling, as Buggy’s movements grew more frantic and intense. “Don't stop! I’m so close.” She begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

The coiling pleasure builds in intensity as Buggy’s fingers caress the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs.

“I’m so close, cotton candy. But it's hard to stop fucking you. I just can't get enough of you. Fuck me!” Buggy made a few stronger thrusts, grabbed her hand and felt them come together. Catherine whimpered and hugged him even tightly. She quickly kissed him to swallow his moan.

Buggy fell on her with his body, burying his face in the crock of her neck, breathing heavily. His body was hot and sweaty over hers. Catherine stroked his wet hair, holding his hand, and was silent for a long time.

“Why is she silent? Did I do something wrong? She didn’t like it? How could she not like it? I’m the god of sex. But why is she silent? Maybe I should say something? What do people say in such cases? Damn, she’ll leave me, right? You did or said something wrong, and she will leave you. Maybe you overdid it? Although judging by her moans, no. Or maybe she didn’t want to upset you? You definitely said something, idiot. But she doesn't seem to go away. Usually the girls ran away quickly. Bye, Buggy. Everything was amazing, bye. But she lies here. Why isn't she leaving?”

“Are you okay? You're breathing so hard.” She asked softly.

“Yes, she's talking to me!” He smiled, nodded silently and felt Catherine kiss his head. “She kissed me. Hm, unusual. Why did she do that?”

“You know, in movies or stupid novels people usually say something after sex, but I have almost no strength to speak, to be honest.” She laughed and started clapping in her hands. “Please accept applause from the audience! Bravo to the performer!”

“Fuck me!! I’m still god!! Focus, Buggy, be patient! Little shit!” He raised his head, kissed her on her lips and looked into her eyes. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”

“What? No!” Catherine kissed his nose. “Don’t worry. I didn’t even think that you were so caring during... well, you know. Rough and caring. You're full of surprises, Buggy the Clown.” She ran her fingertips over his cheek. “All your makeup is smeared. I wonder what my face looks like now.”

“Like hell, but I like it.” Buggy lay down next to her, she quickly curled up next to him and took his hand. He started giggling.

“What's so funny, clown?”

“You're naked with me. And you don't go anywhere. Do you know how long I've dreamed of seeing you naked?”

“Dear god! You're like a baby who finally got his candybar.” Catherine glanced at him. “You're an idiot?”

“No, I'm a dreamer.”

“You're my lovely fool.” Catherine took a small strand of his hair. “So long and beautiful. Can you imagine? I could now eat nuts and listen to my sister's stories about her boyfriend at an altitude of several tens of thousands of meters, but I’m lying here with you.” She started stroking his hand. “I never thought that in my life I would do an act from a snotty movie. But I’m glad I stayed.”

“I can't say that I'm unhappy with this turn of events. Yes! Yes! Yes!!” Buggy hugged her tightly.

“Everything would be much easier if you told me about your feelings in the morning. Then I wouldn’t have to run all over the airport and parking lot.” Catherine ran her fingertips over his body. “I saw your eyes and how you looked at me during breakfast. But you just sadly poked your fork at the pancakes.”

Buggy kissed her head. “What should I have told you? You know perfectly what you had to say, idiot.”

“Usually, when people want a person to stay, they say something like “please, don’t leave me, Catherine, I love you.”

“Don't leave me, Cathie-pie.” He cleared his throat. “I.. I.. L.. L… You know, it's a very hard word.”

“Do you wanna try to say it?” Catherine watched him nod. “I will help you, okay? Repeat after me. I..”

“I.”

“Lo…”

“Lo.”

“Ve…”

“Ve.”

“You.”

“Yay! You did it!” Catherine clapped her hands. “I’m so proud of you! I love you too, my Buggy Bear.”

“She is proud of me??? Geeez! What'd you call me? What is this?”

“This is your nickname from today and forever.” Catherine pecked him on his nose.

“No, no!” Buggy shook his head. “I can't, this's a terrible, terrible nickname! Why did she call me that? Does this mean something special? Choose something different because this one is not good for a bad and angry man. Don't choose, this's the best nickname ever!”

“Liar. I think, you just want to appear angry, but you're actually a sweet little bear on the inside. You just need some care. And I will try to give it to you.” Catherine happily kicked her legs. “You know, we’ll have so much to discuss!”

“Like what? Is there something we should discuss? Why even discuss anything? Crap! Am I in a relationship? I have no idea what people do in relationships!”

“Like… Which side of the bed will I sleep on, where will my closet shelves be, what can I touch, what can’t I touch in your home. What time do you wake up? Do you have a daily routine? Should I buy my own mug or can I take one of yours?” Catherine ran her fingers over his blue chest hair. “Oh! Do you like going for a walk? Because I like it. Maybe we can go for a walk today? If you want, of course.”

“I'm ready to walk with you to the ends of the earth.” Buggy exhaled. “Fine! Let's go for your stupid walk.”

“I want chocolate cake!! Take me out to eat chocolate cake, please!!” Catherine suddenly closed her eyes and squealed happily. “Oh, my god!! Tomorrow we will have our first breakfast together!! Oh, I'll make us something delicious. Or maybe you want something? What do you like to eat for breakfast? I will cook.” She looked at him and pecked him on his lips several times. “I love love, love you, my Buggy Bear. And grumble as much as you want, but I will say it every day.”

“I l-love you too, my cotton candy.” Buggy kissed her hand. “As for breakfast. Can I choose anything?”

“Yeah! Does my clown have a special favorite dish?” Catherine ran her fingertips over his stubble.

“I know what I want. Can you make pancakes? Because I wanna hear your song.”

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heyy, i saw that your requests are open and i was wondering if i could please request fluff with sukuna, comforting the reader when they have a bad mental health day if its okay, thank you🩵

❥ Synopsis In the end everything will be fine, if just for a moment.

❥ Pairing Sukuna x Reader

❥ Content gn!reader, mentions of mental health, some swearing, fluff, slight angst to comfort, Sukuna being Sukuna

❥ Word Count 905

❥ A/N Thank you for your request, Anon! :) I should have done more research about mental health but I still hope this comforts whoever needs it right now. I'm also still learning how to exactly write characters and their personalities so please be patient with me, and give me some tips if you like c: Take care of yourself and enjoy!

♡ Finding Comfort in the Storm ♡

It was clear that today hadn't been the best day - not after oversleeping, missing an important deadline, and then once again getting yelled at by your boss.

Why did these things always have to happen to you?

Sukuna could tell that you weren't feeling well. Or at least he knew that something must be bothering you by the look on your face. Was he annoyed that you won't tell him? Definitely.

"Oi, what is it with you today?" He speaks in his deep voice as he watches you flop down on the couch beside him, face buried in the soft material. You just shake your head, not daring to meet his eyes while your own fill with tears.

Today had been really stressful, and now you just want to let go and let everything out.

"Don't play dumb with me, I know you're upset over something," he says gruffly, pulling on your arm to make you sit up. His fingers wrap around your wrist like a vice as he examines your face, trying to figure out what's going on behind those tears.

"I'm not," you answer in a weak attempt to stop him from further investigating. "Today's just been.. shitty." Sukuna raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by your half-hearted response. "Save it, brat. You think I don't know when someone is lying to me? What's going on? Did someone bother you?"

The grip on your wrist tightens ever so slightly as he leans closer, his breath hitting your forehead. Finally, the tears are being spilled as they run down your cheeks. You desperately try to dry them with the sleeve of your sweater but to no avail.

He lets out a low growl under his breath, his expression darkening as he watches you cry, his gaze piercing through the tears, almost as if searching for the root of your distress. "Tell me." his demand is soft-spoken yet laced with an underlying intensity that brooks no refusal.

"I-I'm tired," quiet sobs leave your lips as you lower your head to flee his piercing gaze. "All week I've been just so tired. I can barely get out of bed, shower or find the motivation to eat. Work has been stressing me out as well. I just.. want to sleep."

His grip on your wrist eases, his touch gentling as he reaches out with his free hand to brush away the strands of hair clinging to your damp cheek. "And you thought you could handle it all on your own, huh?" a hint of amusement creeps into his voice, accompanied by a raised eyebrow, though his eyes remain fixed on yours, probing deeper.

You shrug weakly in a feeble attempt to respond to him. "I have to," you answer in a hoarse voice from your crying session. "But at the same time, I feel like I can't even take care of myself sometimes. I hate that feeling.."

A fleeting glimmer of curiosity flickers across Sukuna's face before he masks it with a neutral expression, his gaze never wavering from yours "So, you'd rather exhaust yourself than admit weakness and ask for help?" his words are laced with a subtle, probing quality, as if he's digging deeper into the recesses of your mind.

You let out a quiet sniff and wipe your nose with your sleeve. "What?" With a slow raise of your head, you come once again face-to-face with him. His expression is cold, yet there lies something else.. perhaps tenderness? Care? Who knows.

Sukunas eyes seem to bore into you, "You're still not getting it, are you?" he whispers ever so slightly. His breath dances across your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he inches closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You don't have to be strong all the time." that was.. unusual for him. Him? The King of Curses saying you should let your guard down?

Once again, your lips begin to tremble. But it's still so hard to do just that - being not strong when everyone, including yourself to be just that at any given moment. "Let go, just for tonight. Let someone else carry the weight of your heavy burden for once." his words are laced with a promise, a silent vow to be that someone who'll hold you together when everything seems to be falling apart.

"I'm tired.." a weak whisper into his ear as you slowly begin to calm down. Sukuna's lets go of your wrist, and he wraps his arms around you instead, pulling you close as he settles back into the couch, cradling you against his chest. "Then sleep. I've got you." his words are low, reassuring, and for once, devoid of any arrogance or condescension.

"Since when are you so good at comforting?" you let out a big yawn as the tiredness you so desperately tried to avoid comes seeping through.

A low, rumbling chuckle vibrates through his chest, making you feel the vibrations against your ear. "I'm not. I'm just good at manipulating people to get what I want." he murmurs, his hand stroking your hair in gentle, soothing motions. "And right now, I want you to relax."

A small smile forms on your face before you drift off into a peaceful slumber. Sukuna's gaze lingers on your serene face, his expression softer than usual, before he looks away. His eyes drift towards the window, where the first hints of darkness are creeping in.

♡ fanart from @xshuh90 on pinterest ♡

♡ divider by @benkeibear ♡

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Heaven’s Not Close in a Place Like This

Chapter One - Partners

AU CREATED BY @31nightshade AND WRITTEN BY ME :3

Missa loved fidgeting with his soul fire bracelet that Niki made him. The beads clicked together and it helped him take his mind off of the impending doom.

The egg project.

The councilors tried to create a “bonding experience” to help bring the students together with a common goal. It was also meant to serve as a sort of future life preparation of sorts.

Pairs or groups were randomly assigned and an egg was given to them. They would serve as pseudo-parents for an undetermined amount of time— the councilors never disclosed when it would end and they said it was “to keep everyone on their toes.”

Missa just hoped he got paired with someone nice.

“Hey Missa!” A hand pressed into his shoulder.

Missa flinched as he eyed Bad. “Please stop doing that.”

“We’re going to crush the Bolas eggs, Am I right?” Bad showed off his sharp teeth with a smirk. He walked off without an answer while Missa steadied his breath.

The body of soulfire. Without Tina and Tubbo to keep him in check he terrified most of the students. Including Missa. At times he even felt like he was Bad’s personal entertainment. He loved to frighten him.

The bell rang, ushering the crowd of teenagers into their classrooms.

The head counselor was standing at the front of the room. Her beaming smile did nothing to affect the groans of the students as she started to read out the list.

Missa only started listening when he heard his name.

“Missa you’re partnered with Phil.” Missa caught the eyes of Phil. He stared right at Missa almost like he was trying to figure him out like a jigsaw before looking back at his open notebook.

Counselor Elena finished the list of names before telling everyone to move to sit next to their partners.

Bad raised his hand before everyone started their chaos of moving around and complaining about who they were partnered with. “Ms. Elena I wasn’t assigned a partner.”

She looked back down at her list. “You can either join a pair or you can work by yourself.” He grinned.

“I’ll work by myself thanks Ms. Elena.”

Yells of complaints colored the air.

“I’m partnered with Kameto Ms. Elena! How is that fair he’s always skipping!”

Ms. Elena sighed. “Pierre, pairs are final. If anyone has any requests to change due to extreme circumstances we will open requests tomorrow. Now go sit with your partners.”

Missa got up and moved his stuff so that he was sitting next to Phil. Bad was sitting across the table from them.

“I’m bound to get extra credit for this right?” Bad said. “Bet my egg will live longer with one person.”

Phil glared at Bad. “Fuck that.” He raised his voice. “Ms. Elena, can we have two eggs?”

She seemed overjoyed that someone wanted to participate.

“Of course! I’ll give you and Missa two when I’m passing them around!”

Missa didn’t like being trapped between Bad and Phil. Each of them looked ready to kill the other.

The tension only eased when Ms. Elena handed Missa two eggs.

“These aren’t just eggs, they each need their own unique personality. Your first assignment is to give them a personality by combining you and your partner's interests. Then you will give them one item to identify them from the other eggs!” Ms. Elena announced as she handed out the final eggs.

The room was filled with chatter. Bad started scribbling down notes on his paper.

“So I’m Phil, sorry for getting you involved with double the work,” He smiled like he was a little proud of himself despite what he was saying.

“I’m Missa. It’s not an issue with me.”

“Great! So what do you want to name them?” Missa stared at the eggs.

“Well Chayanne is the name of a Spanish singer…”

“Oh, is that a singer you like?”

Missa laughed. “Not really, he’s more like the singer that every latino mom has a crush on. I thought it was silly.”

“Well Chayanne works, what about the other one?”

“I named the first one, you should name the other one.”

Phil paused. “Lullah? Like Tallulah but shorter.”

“That’s a pretty name.”

Phil pulled out a piece of paper from his notebook. “Lullah and Chayanne. What would they look like?”

“Chayanne would look like you and Lullah would look like me.”

Phil wrote that down in perfectly neat handwriting that made Missa’s practiced writing look like chicken scratch.

“Lullah would be a girl and Chayanne would be a boy right?”

“That’s what I was thinking.” Phil pushed back his sleeves that flowed with sheer lace, revealing a small tattoo on the underside of his wrist. “You have a tattoo?”

Phil stared at Missa. “Yes? Is that an issue?”

“No, I just didn’t expect you to have a tattoo. It’s cool.”

“Thanks. It’s a reminder of a friend.”

Phil seemed tense, like he didn’t want any more questions so Missa dropped the subject. “What do you think they would enjoy?”

“Well, I like sketching—“

“And starting fights.” Bad chimed in, looking to Missa for him to laugh.

Phil nearly lunged at Bad. “Get out of my face.”

“Careful there Philza, don’t want to get into another fight with me, we both know you’ll end up with a black eye again.”

Phil scowled before busying himself with his notebook.

Bad laughed. “That’s what I thought.”

Missa hated the tension and he unconsciously started fidgeting with his bracelet.

Phil turned his attention back on Missa. “Don’t let him get near our eggs.”

“I won’t.”

“Great, you give them traits I’ll be right back.” Phil stood up and left Missa alone with the paper and two eggs.

“You need to stop being so afraid of an easy fight.”

“What?” Missa locked eyes with Bad.

“You’re anxious, you have nervous habits. If Phil and I did happen to get into a fight you would side with me. And you hate that because as much as you hate that your loyalties lie with me because I’m a part of soulfire. Despite all of that your loyalty is one of your strongest traits. I can count on you in a fight because you side with whoever manages to capture your loyalty. And I saved you from those wolves .” Missa shuddered at the mention of the incident that happened months ago.

He busied himself with decorating the eggs, ignoring Bad’s eyes.

#qsmp #pissa nation #pissa #qsmp pissa #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #insanitybl00m #ASAU

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