Titolo: know your enemy
Fandom: Marvel's Agents of SHIELD
Personaggi: Daisy Johnson (Skye)/Grant Ward
Avvertimenti: pwp, future!fic, in inglese, spoiler-ish???
Genere: introspettivo, erotico
Parole: 664
Note: non ha senso. Questa e la seguente sono state promptate da kuma_cla... scusami ma dopo tanto ritardo ti prendi ste merdine, gomen T_T non sono molto ispirata ultimamente. *sospira*

"They don't need to know."
They don't need to know you're in bed with the enemy, Daisy. They don't need to know that since that one time when you saw him in the same team with Coulson for a moment, you have started to rethink everything you believe in, all the things you did to him, all the words you could have said and all the questions you never thought were important but now you know it: they were.
They don't need to know he is the only thing that still makes you shake. With anger, with pure and unadulterated hatred, and with so much fire you can hear your blood boil and your bones seem to snap like burning wood in a bonfire.
They don't need to know that right now you are questioning everything that led you here, at the end of your world and the beginning of it, in the arms of a man - you realize it now - you never really knew, and yet he was always there, a step before you, leading the way for all the phoenixes inside of you to rise and burn, rage, explode. You ran after him all this time and you never even considered the idea.
They don't need to know about his words around you to protect and cherish you like he always wished he could do. They don't need to know about his fingers insinuating in your most intimate place, with a delicateness that you did not think was possible of him. And yet they move slowly, they make you agonize for more and beg, they make you pulse while something vibrates incessantly in your chest. It's your heart, and it always knew even though your mind says it is not right.
Coulson doesn't need to know. May doesn't need to know. Against a cold hard wall of steel in their own lair, right where it all started, he whispers your name like a soft prayer, he begs and prays for you to understand, to see the despair lying at the bottom of the dark, damaged well inside of him.
He looks at you just for one moment, before kneeling in front of you. You're a goddess in his mind and in his heart. You're a powerful deity who came down from the sky to turn this world to ruin. It's already crumbling, as Grant, the once perfect knight and now hated, broken antagonist of your story, goes down on his knees, his hands palming your forms with reverence and so much obsession you might call it creepy if you were in your right mind, but you are not.
His mouth draws invisible circles and he is there, between your thighs, bringing you down and taking you high where you do not need any air, because what is breathing for when every cell of your body says you want more of him and you can tremble and let it all crumble to dust?


There is no future for you two. And as you finally drag yourself down and feel his presence again still lapping even though you already came, you look straight into his eyes, and lean your forehead against his as, naked from the waist down, you curl up against him, you look for protection. He would give it to you, he would fight the world and drill a nest for you to live in, into the very core of the planet if necessary, but it just cannot be. You cannot save him, and you cannot give yourself permission to believe in him. He has to do that on his own, although now you understand nobody even gave him a chance. You didn't, you can't.
The last person who did, died in the most grotesquely ironic way. But still, his lips whisper sweet nothings at you, as your breaths mingle, become one.
"No one has to know," you repeat with your voice broken, just like everything else in this world.


Titolo: the bug
Fandom: Free!
Personaggi: Rei Ryuugazaki/Nagisa Hazuki
Genere: commedia
Avvertimenti: pwp, in inglese
Parole: 685
Note: titolo dimmerda, ma vabbè. È tardi ok

I remember a time when the carefully built grid inside of which I could carefully, perfectly analyze reality around me, through my own very senses, that grid had a way to let me measure with round numbers and flawless accuracy the rooms, the objects, the concepts even, surrounding me. My reality was so simple, then.
And yet, since I met him, it keeps on failing. There must be a fundamental error in my once perfectly oiled machinery, there must be a flaw in my trails of thought any one time they end up focusing on him. Oh, he is such a tricky mystery. He is out of every norm, he is impossible to foresee, he is my Heisenberg's Indeterminism's Principle. I cannot seem to be able to measure the speed at which his odd ideas translate from his brain to the ever-changing expressions on his face, and I am absolutely incapable of determining whatposition he occupies in the field of my vision. Lesser forms of literature would call my interest in him, the way my heart seems to accelerate its heart beats, they would call it love. I am contrary to the concept, it is highly illogical, and yet this person's existence proved to me some things are illogical by nature, or their behavior escapes any form of knowledge we currently have.

After this premise, I realize, once again, my measurements of the world have failed. It seems to be an habit of his to challenge my ideas of what is real and what is not. This time, though, he has definitely stepped above and beyond the line not only of logic and normal behavior, but decency as well! This is unacceptable. The way I am staring at his light skin shine under the Sun's warm light waves, the way my brain scrambles for help, it is simply ridiculous.
Ridiculous!
The way his voice sounds when he calls me, in a disgusting, beautifully tempting tone, it enrages me and excites me in equal parts.
"Nagisa-kun," I manage to babble, like a complete idiot, after clenching my jaws back into place and fixing my glasses on my nose. "Why are you naked? Actually, why are you naked on my bed?"
Is it modeling? Is it a joke? Is it just Nagisa's weird brand of silliness?
And why am I touching him? Why am I touching his hair, shivering, and then leaning on top of him...?
"Get dressed, please," I manage to breathe out with a less-than-authoritative tone, and yet he seems to listen. He does not tease. He does not protest. He just turns his gaze down from me, with a pouty expression taking his seemingly eternal smile's place. He complies, without embarrassment, but I do suspect he is showing his hips and back and legs and... sexual organs, to me.

I am attracted to him. I realize it from the way I notice just how beautiful his blond curls are when they bounce around as he shakes his head, how fit and lean his body is, how easy it is for me to memorize the way his lips curve when he smiles. My perfect grid for reference means nothing here. He is the electron I cannot analyze, but I will keep on trying. I will taste his lips, run across town ten and ten times more to make sure he is alright, question my feelings, face them, and act to keep the balance in me. To keep my balance, right now, I have to catch him before he goes away, and hold him against my chest.
He smells of strawberries and chlorine, and I smile with how soft his hair is through my fingers.
I am happy to verify that after a surprised squeak, Nagisa-kun seems to approve of this action of mine.
"So are you horny now, Rei-chan?" He chirps, and then giggles at the surely delicious shades of red my cheeks must have taken.
"It's not funny, Nagisa-kun."
"It kind of is, though," he retorts, cheeky.
This small electron orbiting around my life sure does challenge me in more ways than one.