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Hello, how about a part 2 of being Sevika's boss maybe when they got together or something like that thankyouuu and i love all of your ficss thank you making them hehe
Sevika's Boss ęŠ part 2
hi anon, sevikas boss fanfic got a lot of love a while ago so im happy to write part 2 !! let me know if you enjoyed i threw in some misunderstandings for fun here..maybe kind of angst?? its okay tho you make up very quickly PART 1 , masterlist
You and Sevika hung around eachother a lot, I mean that was normal right? She is your second in command afterall.
Personally, you didn't see a problem with it, and nor did Sevika.
She had grown accustomed to your presence and didn't mind all your small, loving touches and annoying jokes.
And yes, sometimes she went a little overboard for you, like what kind of subordinate stays at their bosses house to tend to them whilst they are injured? Or goes out for drinks every weekend? But maybe your relationship was starting to exceed the bounds of boss and employee.
She has definitely warmed up to you more than she did with Silco. She thinks it was your charming personality, or cute outfits, your smile...
Some people might say you sitting in Sevikas lap while you fixed up her arm might be indecency in the workplace, but you found it to be a simple and innocent task.
But this begs the question, what exactly is your relationship?
This is also a question Jinx was starting to ask herself.
"So uh...whats with you and Sevika?" Jinx asked in an almost singsongy voice.
She flipped her gun around in her hand haphazardly while she was sprawled out on your (Silcos) desk.
"What do you mean whats with us..?" You shook your head, mimicking her movements with your pen.
"I meaaan, you guys act like a married couple or something!" She threw her two hands in the air with a 'duh' kind of look plastered on her face.
You pushed one of her braids to the side to pull out a paper from under it. One of Sevikas reports from a recent trip. Her handwriting was an imperfect cursive. Sighing, you put your face in your hand while you held the paper, staring at it diligently.
Jinx looked at you quizically at your lack of an answer. She sharply pushes the paper down with the tip of her gun, "Hey, are youâ Oh," She let out a nasally laugh at the paper, "Damn, you got it bad, huh, toots?"
"What? I have what bad?" You slid the paper away and tilted your head at her.
The blue-haired girl sat up and rested a spindly arm on her knee, "You're so in L word with her." She snickered at you.
"Im inâ" Your face flushed at your realization. "I am not in 'L word' with her." You raised your hands to do finger quotes around 'L word.'
"Hmmmm, are you sure?" She teased, putting her gun to her chin and looking up in mock thought "I mean, you practically cling to her, you always walk home with her, and plus you talk about her all the timeâ hell! You talk to her all the time."
You stared at Jinx, now zoning out in thought. What were you supposed to tell Sevika? Does Sevika even think the same way about you? Would that relationship even be appropriate?
"You know what?" You stood up and pointed in Jinx' face, "Im going to do itâ"
She attempted to cut you off with a meek,
"Sevikasâ"
"Im going to tell her I love her," You continued, Jinx' half attempt to save your ass fell on deaf ears.
You looked up, finger still in the girls face to make eye contact with a very familiar set of grey eyes. Fuck.
Sevikas gaze faltered, and she cleared her throat, bringing a fist to her mouth, "Um. I came to ask you if you wanted to grab a drink, but it seems like you have better plans."
Holy shit. She didn't know it was about her. Is that good or bad? You only felt a few seconds of relief before Sevika just turned around and walked out. That was bad.
Jinx whistled, still under the pressure of your pointing finger, "You have some explaining to do."
You fumbled over your words before pushing Jinx' forehead back with your finger. "Ughh.. This is your fault."
You drooped back down into the large chair, putting your head in your hand and heaving a sigh.
"Just go tell her while you still have a chance. She's probably going to be moping around the Last Drop," Jinx got up from her spot on the desk, and some papers fell with her.
"That's my queue to leave, though," She hopped out of the office with a little too much energy, probably on her way to cause more mischief.
You sighed and packed up your stuff, picking up stray papers and shoving them into a random drawer on your desk.
Grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder, you pushed open the double doors to your office. It was time to go to the last drop.
poor sevika
Your entrance was signified with the ding of a bell atop the door. Music was playing loudly, and people were swarmed around the bar. Your eyes scanned the nearest areas for Sevika, but as you figures she was nowhere in sight.
She was most definitely in her usual gambling spot. You didn't want to approach her while she was in the middle of a game, so you waited at a nearby table, making sure to stay out of her sight.
You could hear the groans of the men at her table, most definitely losing. Chuckling at this, you watched as a waiter came up to your table asking for your order.
You just asked for a simple whiskey sour, hanging your bag on the back of your chair.
Several minutes (and a few drinks later), you felt someone's eyes on the back of your head. Turning around, you, once again, were met with steely grey eyes. Sevika stood near behind you with her arms crossed. The game had finished.
"You get rejected or something." She deadpanned.
"Noâwell.. not yet." You turned around in your chair to face her, the metal back of the chair was now settled between your legs.
You held what you thought was your sixth whiskey sour in between your fingers, chin resting on the top of the chair back.
She scoffed at this, turning her head to avoid eye contact. You could have sworn a small blush coated her cheeks. But her frown made you think otherwise, her large forearms tensed before she spoke.
"Oh, so you're waiting for her here."
How cruel of you to profess your love to someone in the place you knew Sevika would be. You probably wanted her to see it, right?
"Yeah, shes already here." You said, still staring at her side profile, tracing the scar on her cheek with your eyes.
The neon lights illuminated her face and brought out every curve and angle. But your thoughts were interrupted by her stern and almost angry voice.
"I should leave then," she started to walk away, but you reached out quickly.
(I dont know why you would do that when she wasn't even in arms length to begin with.) You started to fall forward, you let out a small yelp and held onto the chair, your drink falling onto the ground. You awaited impact, but it never came.
Instead, you were met with strong arms holding the back of your chair up. Sevika was bent over slightly, both mechanical arm and human arm on the metal of the chair. And for the third time, you made eye contact with now very close grey eyes. Her eyebrows were furrowed in shock or frustration- you couldn't tell.
Without another thought, you grabbed her by the collar and pulled her lips into yours. At first, she tried to pull away but eventually melted into the heat of the kiss. She sat your chair back up on four legs, and her elbows lean on the top of the chair, encircling you.
Almost as soon and she relented she pulled away, "What the hell are you doing," She rasped, wiping her mouth with the back of a large hand.
Her lips were still puffy from the kiss, but almost more downturned than before. When you didn't respond she offered a question, "Are you drunk?"
Your lopsided grin told her all she needed to know. She knew she needed to take you home, but she was going to do so reluctantly. Afterall you were going to become someone else's girl, couldn't have her hands all over you like she usually did.
She grabbed you (almost roughly) by the arms and pulled you out of the chair, "How are you going to profess your love now?" She scoffed.
"I just did, was that not enough?" Your words were slurred and you helped her by stepping up with heavy legs.
She furrowed her brows until she came to a not-so-shocking realization. Cursing under her breath she smirked at you. You could almost see the relief wash over her face.
Her thick arm held you by your upper torso as she almost carried you to the doors. She sighed at your stupidness, why not just tell her right away, then you wouldn't have to have gone through all the trouble.
She eyed your glossed over eyes, shaking her head at the dumb smirk that held its place on your face. She could feel the quiver of your body against the cold night wind.
At that she lifted you into her arms, covering you with her cloak. You looked up at her with wide eyes, burying your face in the material. God she wanted to kiss you so bad. But she'd save that for the awkward talk in the morning.
thank you for reading ! yes i see your asks all your fics are on the way I swear !!!! much love
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"that's it, baby, that's it, there we go, that's my girl," matt groans softly as you sink down onto his cock, the soft, wet squelching sound making his thighs tense faintly beneath you. he almost whimpers at the sight of you so blissed out, so sleepy but needy for him to fuck you. you'd woken up minutes before, soaked with need. he was surprised, to realise how wet you were, all because of him. but he was on call with his friends, so the two of you needed to be quiet.
being quiet was most definitely not your thing.
you were characteristically loud when in bed with matt. it wasn't your fault, necessarily. matt made you see fucking stars. so the blame for your borderline pornographic moans couldn't be placed solely on you. it was as much matt's fault as it was yours. as much as matt loved your pretty sounds, he also didn't want his friends overhearing the two of you when he was supposed to be focused on winning.
"gotta be quiet, ma," matt grunts, realising his friends are getting a little suspicious of how long his mic had been turned off. he would've kept it off the whole time so he could fuck your tight little hole as much as he wanted to, as much as the two of you wanted, but still. "don't want them to hear you, do you? hear how good you feel when i fuck you, huh?" you shake your head, to respond, but also to try shake away some of your drowsiness.
"don't want them to hear me," you agree quietly, slowly grinding your hips as you simultaneously shimmied a little more out of your fluffy pajama bottoms, the soft material brushing against matt's thighs causing him to groan a little bit. "gonna turn my mic back on, okay? gotta stay quiet for me." he turns it on, as promised, and he laughs at his friend's responses, giving you a quick look in the process.
you had to be quiet, because matt wouldn't be happy if you weren't. you knew what he was like when that happened, he was so unfair. your hands grasp at his shirt a little, as you shift your weight, and quiet little sounds slip past his lips at the way you move. he'd call you a tease if he didn't know how sleepy you were. no way you'd tease him in a state like this. his half-lidded blue eyes flutter over you and he smirks to himself, his hands preoccupied with the controller as he played.
it was up to you to get off, the look in his eyes told you. matt was busy with his game. he couldn't bounce you on his dick like he usually would, or hold you down so you could grind, no, you had to use your pretty head and think for yourself without his help for once. so cruel of him. you were the one who came to him all needy and horny in the first place, after all.
"mmh," you whine pathetically, under your breath, just quiet enough so matt's mic won't pick it up. he laughs at you, chuckles at how needy you are, mumbling under his breath, "go on then, baby, i can't help you." he's so mean, you think to yourself, as you try to lift your hips up and down on him. a low grunt slips past his lips, your walls gliding up and down on him.
"you're so mean," you huff out, trying to gain a momentum. you're so tired, as are your thighs, so moving is practically impossible. matt watches you for a moment, the impossibly slow pace you're setting making arousal coil in his stomach. he can barely stay quiet, grunts escaping him occasionally. "i ain't mean, baby, jus' busy." he was being unfair and he knew it.
this goes on for another fifteen minutes or so. you leaking on his dick, making a mess, unable to chase that releass you so dearly crave.
all while he laughs and jokes with his friends about a round of a game you honestly couldn't give two shits about.
eventually, he feels the tiniest shred of mercy. matt notices how sleepy you are and the way you're about to fall asleep with him inside, and he takes pity on you, deciding on finding a way to wrap up his gaming session with his boys. "s'gettin' late and i gotta do some shit in the mornin', but i'll catch up with you guys soon, aight?" his friends grumble agreements, a little disappointed as to their standards it wasn't even that late.
arguably 3am was late, but okay.
you don't start whining and whinging until you're absolutely sure his friends are gone, and it's like a dam's been broken the moment you are. "matt, please," you beg, "please, please.. wanna.. touch me, please," it's pathetic and whiny and you're absolutely not ashamed because he'd been a total dickhead in not helping you and now you just wanted to come. was that so bad?
"so needy, sweetheart.." matt mutters, a coy smirk playing on his lips as he leans back in the gaming chair, watching how you look, sat on him like that. his hands glide over your body, and you mewl at the touch, back arching instinctively. the way your tight walls squeeze him when your back arches urges him to finally give in and give you what you want, his hands sliding down to your hips. "just needed my attention, thought so," he starts slowly grinding his hips, bucking up into you in gentle motions. you let out soft gasps, pretty noises falling to his ears and only encouraging him more.
"that's it.. you ride my cock so pretty, ma," he's practically doing the work for you, since he knows how tired you are, but that doesn't mean he's not proud of you for even trying. his head tilts back, blue eyes watching you as he bounced you. "gonna fuck you so good, babe, make you see stars, huh? couldn't sleep? don't worry, baby, don't worry," he mumbles, oh, he'd get you to sleep. don't worry about it.
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okay last LAST part of Virgin!ChosoâŚpart 4<3 (i will probably do scenarios w Choso as a virgin in the future tho but this is the end of this lil series) other parts here: part 1. part 2. part 3.
alrightâŚ.rly hope u guys like it!!<33
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Virgin Choso, who wakes up in the morning, blinking his eyes, trying to get used to the sunlight coming in through the blinds.
Youâre laying on his chest, your arms hugging him close, breathing softly. Youâd fallen asleep quickly last night, fucked out from him eating you out. He smiles at the memory of you kissing him, and how youâd said yes to being his perfect little girlfriend. He starts rubbing your back, kissing your forehead softly before moving you, heâd needed to go to the bathroom for 30 minutes now, holding it in because he didnt want to wake you, he wanted to stay with you on his chest forever.
When he leaves his bathroom he stands in his boxers and a white t-shirt outside of his bedroom, he needs a cigarette, and he wants to let his princess sleep.
He goes to his balcony and pulls out a cig from the pack, putting it between his lips and lighting it. Heâs really happy he realizes, and his heart is at ease, even though itâs still burning up from how much he loves the girl sleeping in his bed.
A minute later he hears the door to his bedroom open, and the pats of your feet on the floor, walking to him. You wrap your arms around his middle, nuzzling your face into his back.
Fuck. calm yourself Choso.
âcome back to bed please,â you tell him in a small voice, hugging him closer.
His heart clenches, âof course,â he says, he could never deny you anything, And he takes your hand as you lead him back to his bed.
âWanna show you how much i like you,â you say as you place urself in his lap, straddling him on his bed. You feel him twitching in his boxers. And when he looks at you again, his eyes are full of desperation.
âbeen wanting you,â he breathes out âso much and iâŚâ he pulls you closer by your waist, wrapping his arms around you. âi touched myselfâŚevery night, thinking about your pretty face andâŚâ heâs embarrassed to admit it and his cheeks flush.
âitâs okayâŚi did it too choso..â you say softly and caress his cheek.
you touched yourself thinking about him. fuck that did it for him.
âwanna be inside youâŚplease i,â he buries his face in your neck, bucking his hips and you feel how hard he is. Youâre driving him insane, sitting on his lap so pretty, with only your top and panties on. He wants to show you heâs yours, he wants you to tell him youre his.
âshhh i want you tooâŚâ you tell him and he nods,
You kiss him then, giving him little pecks around his mouth. And when you put your hand on his cock, he whines and grinds himself into you.
âwanna touch itâŚcan i?â you say innocently and trace a finger up his cock, all the way to the tip. He whimpers, âplease,â and rubs his head on your cheek.
As soon as you get his consent you put your hand down his boxers, pulling out his dick. Its so pretty. Long and thick, the tip leaking and red. And you eye the happy trail from his groin all the way to his belly button.
âlookâŚmy hand almost doesnât fit around itâŚso bigâŚâ you say fascinated, studying his dick. He groans deeply, holding onto your waist. âbaby iâŚâ heâll cum if you say shit like that, while looking so perfect on top of him.
You stroke him once slowly and he kisses you again, groaning into your mouth. it feels so good, so much better than when heâs doing it himself. He bucks up into your hand, fucking himself into it. Heâs panting softly, and when you pull away his eyes are half lidded, he looks fucked out already.
âcant wait anymore please fuck,â he almost looks like hes gonna cry, looking down at your hand stroking him, âlet me be inside you princess please,â he begs.
You take your hand away from his dick, and he sobs at the lack of contact. âtell me,â you say, and he knows what you mean.
âloved you ever since you smiled at me for the first time, i think about youâŚf-fuck i think about you all the time,â his face turns into one full of affection, âive never done this before,â He says, and doesnt tell you that not only is he a Virgin, but he also had no clue about sex before Yuji told him. Back then something in his human heart wanted you so bad, and now all of him does.
âive never felt this before,â he sniffles, âfuck please princess i canât take it anymore,â heâs shaking now, trembling from his desire.
âshhhâŚtake your clothes off,â you tell him and he obeys you, pulling off his t-shirt to reveal his toned chest, his body full of scars. He pulls off his boxers and you pull off your panties.
âlay down,â
He gets on the bed, And you admire him for a moment. Heâs completely naked, big chest and strong arms on full display. His hard cock leaking and stiff on his stomach.
When you get on top of him he mewls in anticipation. You put your hands on his chest, placing your pussy on his length.
He grabs your thighs tightly as he groans. Youre so wet, all for him. It makes his heart swell with pride.
You grab him and place him to your wet hole, putting his tip inside. And hes so big, your little pussy struggling to take even just his tip. You whine out and he stops you before you can sink down on him more. hes breathing heavily, cheeks a light pink, âdont wanna hurt youâŚâ he breathes out.
âiâŚi can take it, justâŚgive me a minute,â you say and bite your lip tightly. And youre so fucking adorable, how youre struggling to take his big cock, but you want to make him happy so bad, wanna have him inside you so bad.
When you finally sink down fully on him, you both moan in unison. And Choso groans at the way he can see himself poking through your tummy.
You look at him, silently asking for permission to keep going, he nods eagerly. You lift your hips and start fucking yourself on him slowly, letting out the prettiest sounds hes ever heard, It feels so fucking good. Your cunt is so wet and warm. He loves this, he loves you. He whimpers and cries while you bounce on him, moving his hands to your waist.
âyouâre so handsome Choso,â you say it softly to him, clenching down on his length. You think hes handsome.
Choso looses his mind.
âfuck baby iâm sorry,â He grabs your hips and flip you over so that youâre laying on your back underneath him, he slides into you again, âneed toâŚfuck i need you,â he whines and he ruts into you fast and desperate.
Youâre moaning so pretty now. he keeps going.
âmineâŚmine mine mine mine,â he breathes.
You look up at him with your pretty big eyes, letting out the cutest sound hes ever heard. And with that he reaches his high.
âfuck i love you i love you i love you,â he repeats it over and over as he fills you up with his hot cum, trembling and crying from how good he feels, while you cum around him too from the feeling of him finishing inside you.
He passes out on top of you, breathing heavily, careful not to crush you under him. You reach up and stroke his hair, calming him as he comes down from his high. He nuzzles his cheek into you, kissing you softly as he pulls out of you with a whimper.
He lays down next to you and cradle you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head.
âi love being your boyfriend,â he says,
and you laugh, your body vibrating against him.
he looks at you with a smile, âwhat? whats funny?â
you stop to look at him again, ânothing,â you crawl on top of him then, laying flat on his chest, folding your arms and putting your head on your hands.
âfuck youre pretty,â he breathes, and you kiss him softly.
âAnd youre handsomeâŚor maybe i shouldnt say that because you might go beast mode again,â you grin at him,
âshut upâŚâ he mumbles, and you laugh even harder. âits okayâŚi liked it,â you say,
âsay that youre mine,â you look at him and his face is serious,
âim yours ChosoâŚâ
You both fall asleep to the sound of eachothers heartbeat.
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YIPPIEEE!! yeah i made reader say he went âbeast modeâ sue me. i was giggling bruđđ (she said it ironically dont worry)
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Things About My Jason
aka things that might weasel their way into details of stories one day, might not
your boy is clocking in at 6â4 + 3/4 inches and about 245 lbs (heâs the only batkid to be taller than bruce).Â
he cusses a lot it, usually doesnât correlate w anger or intensity its just how he expresses himself. heâll cuss at you sometimes but not at you and he tries his best to never do it out of anger.
heâs never said it out loud but he would drop all the vigilante shit for you in a heartbeat if you wanted him to (i think heâs also the only batfam member who would do that).
you have an agreement in place to never make any big decisions in the middle of the night/post patrolâthis came into place after a few too many bad nights had him coming home shaking and panicked about your safety and convinced he needed to leave you alone for good.Â
he kind of zones out sometimes, its bordering on dissociation.
you have a black cat, salem, thatâs been around since before you and jason had even met. his yellow eyes pierce you in a way that feels like heâs glaring straight into your soul and judging what he sees. he was suspicious of jason for a while but over time has come to love and protect jason almost as much as you.
he has a lot of nervous habits that have built up over years of stress and trauma. heâll often double or even triple check locks and cameras. his hand tends to go to where his gun holster would be, regardless of whether or not its there. heâs very conscious of your breathing, especially when youâre asleep, and when heâs stressed or upset heâll try to align his breathing with yours. he worries that you might get annoyed with how often he checks up on you, be it asking directly, texting you, or just looking you over to make sure youâre doing okay, that youâre happy. heâs also made a habit of standing directly behind you when youâre wearing anything short, especially skirts or dresses. Youâre not entirely sure if itâs intentional or not.
day to day, he runs on very little sleep naturally so heâs awake early goes to bed late. he used to not focus much on making meals that actually taste good and have thought put into them until he started dating you. he started catering his grocery trips specifically with you in mind and the things you might like. he actually prefers going on grocery trips and little mundane errands with you bc he had no idea that these tiny aspects of life could bring him so much joy and peace. he also buys you new towels and updates your first aid kit constantly, though the latter is more out of his necessity than yours. depending on his mood, heâll usually either take scalding hot or freezing showers.Â
heâs 100% down to let you decorate the apartment however you want, even if you move into his place. his only ask is that heâs left with space to put his books (of which ne needs plenty). if he had to choose, he probably likes a warm atmosphere best, in terms of like lighting and colors. heâs really just not a fan of anything that feels cold or impersonal like the manor can sometimes seem. other than that he doesnât really have opinions on it, whatever makes you happy heâll like. but heâll still happily go shopping with you to find stuff. but really thatâll just look like you saying âooh look at thisâ and him saying âgreat, lets get itâ at every single thing you pick up.Â
there are unloaded guns and ammo hidden around your apartment and also stocked generously in a closet or two. he cleans them regularly, you think he does it partially as a kind of stress reliever. before you he didnât have too much regard for his own safety, so he would sleep with one under his pillow.Â
he does everything he can to keep you safe and heâll insist on adding extra locks to the doors and windows, ones the landlord wont have keys to. yeah heâs paranoid so heâll keep the bed as far from the door as possible and is unrelenting in his insistence that you sleep on the wall side. if youâre too tired to move, thatâs okay, heâll gently move you over himself. honestly though, your apartment is just as secure, if not more, than any of his safe houses. as such, he absolutely can and will easily hack into the lobby security cameras to check up on things. if he has to go away for a while heâll send one of his siblings to stop by to check on you and make sure you're okay.Â
he prefers to wear layers, it makes him feel more secure and comfortable. he does like cutoff sleeves sometimes but only because you like them on him. aside from that, heâs usually not such a fan of showing much skin because of a) his scars and b) he feels exposed to attacks. he has so many long sleeved and warm clothes in his closet that he heavily encourages you to bundle up in some of them when its cold.Â
he goes through phases of bad sleep and they can vary greatly in severity. thereâs nights he just physically cannot sleep and this usually originates from intense anxiety. these are easier to ease him back from and some simple comforting will be enough to get him to at least try to sleep. most commonly its the nightmares that make it hard for him. itâll usually be a one-off that he just canât fall back asleep afterwards. the worst is when he goes through phases of frequent nightmares, like every night, multiple times a night. when that happens, he will do everything in his power to stay awake for as long as he can. youâve yet to find any techniques that hands down prevent or even slow the nightmares, but youâve been able to find some remedial measures that work pretty well.
kissing him helps get his mind off scary thoughts (but not joker related) but not just like single peck itâs got to be a whole session to really work. the one that works best is having a hand on one of your pulse points while you sleep, or directly over your heart. unfortunately this did lead to him to accidentally choking you after a particularly bad nightmare. he was absolutely horrified and removed his hands from you completely the second he gained recognition. he actually fully got out of bed and backed away from you. he wouldnât even hear you out about him not sleeping on the couch and continued to not budge on it for over a week.Â
him punishing himself like that made you feel extra bad because that had occurred during a round of the relentless nightmares and you were sure he was still waking up panicked constantly without you there to help soothe him. you actually know for a fact he was because every couple of hours the bedroom door would creak open slightly before shutting again like he was checking to make sure you were there and okay. you ended up having to literally lay on top of him on the couch and refuse to leave him for him to agree to sleep in bed with you again, although he was still not willing to fall asleep with his hands on you for a while.Â
he always needs it to be quiet when he goes to sleep so he can stay on alert which usually leads to him waking up to the littlest sounds, which is technically the point. if thereâs any kind of white noise heâll force himself to stay awake. if he does get woken up heâll go from 0 to 100 like that. he also needs the door to be shut, non negotiable, and really prefers the apartment to be colder > hotter. it also helps that youâll cuddle into him for warmth.
all of these things are things he did before you met, but heâd also developed some new habits after you got together. he used to sleep in the middle of the bed but now he absolutely insists that you sleep on the wall side so he can act as a protective barrier between you and any incoming danger. unless its after a rough patrol, he tends to wait to sleep until after youâve fallen asleep. he doesnât really have a reason for this, it just makes him feel better.
his relationship with bruce is complicated, of course. in my canon, the extent of it is that bruce didnât kill the joker, prevented jason from doing it, and has made many attempts to stop jason from killing at all. obviously itâs not the fact that batman wonât let anybody die that broke jasonâs heart, itâs that his father couldnât let go of his moral code for a second and avenge his murdered son. the resulting anger stems from so much sadness and grief over his own death and it caused him to isolate himself even further from bruce. on a conscious level, he wanted to be far away from him emotionally as possible to protect himself while still enacting his own kind of revenge towards bruce. and so yeah, he did try to kill batman a couple times, whatever.
on an unconscious level, heâd hoped that bruce would take the initiative to try to close the space between them and apologize, and while jason didnât know it yet: that was all he really wanted from him. inwardly, he still cares what bruce thinks and wants his approval and affection but its so conflicting for him. it also doesnât help that it took bruce such a long time to swallow his pride and even consider that he was wrong before he could apologize. a lot of negotiations had to take place before they could even begin to really reconcile.Â
about a year later theyâd come to a steady, solid agreement that mostly worked for both of them. jason was allowed to kill, but only within his territory in gotham and only under agreed upon circumstances. thereâs also a separate rule that jasonâs not allowed out on patrol when the joker is looseâit used to be a whole thing before youâd met and oftentimes several bats were assigned to keep him away. even with these guidelines in place, things were still rocky between them and jason had only just started to come back around the manor when heâd met you. honestly you and bruce meeting was a major step in this process and everyone could feel the shift.
his relationship with his brothers is different, but just as complicated. he kind of views dick as being perfect in spite of also acknowledging his flaws. in his head, its sort of like, in comparison to himself, dick had the perfect life with perfect versions of all the same pitfalls jason had to go through. he knows its not really fair to think of it this way, but itâs hard sometimes. all in all though, he does look up to dick a lot.Â
with tim, he thinks heâs a crazy rich kidâwhich, fairâbut also in a weird way holds a lot of respect for tim for not being afraid of him. realistically, the way jason showed back up and his relationship with tim started is insane, so its even more insane that tim was like âyeah, chillâ and that probably jump started their bond as brothers more than anything.Â
for as much shit as he gives him, he honestly feels really bad for damian and all the shit he was raised believing. he couldnât quite explain why, but he does see a lot of himself in damian, even past the surface level anger.Â
heâs not good at resolving fights, his mind tends to jump to the absolute worst and he assumes youâre done with him, you resent him, itâs all over. it was really bad at the beginning of your relationship when he hadnât even begun to consider that you love him half as much as he loves you. now, youâve been able to help him understand that you still love him, even when you fight, and fighting does not equal breaking up. however, he still has trouble taking initiative in making amends. not because he doesnât want to but more so because he feels vulnerable in ways that terrify him, having to acknowledge and speak into existence that heâd done something wrong feels like setting himself up to be exposed with no defense.Â
another part of him feels like he already hurt you and if he tries to remedy things with you, he could just make it worse. So for a while at least, youâll have to be the one to start the conversation, though not necessarily meaning you have to apologize first.Â
as we know, Jasonâs not immune to bouts of fear and stress. thereâs times when he panics and thereâs times when he has full blown panic attacks. the panic attacks are rarer, but much more severe. heâs known to lash out (especially when heâs not at your apartment) and has definitely broken a nose or two of people who got too close/tried to touch him. youâre not sure if itâs an intentional action or not, but he tends to claw at his skin or hit himself in the head when heâs very upset. after going through a couple of these with him, youâve compiled a thorough list of DOs and DONTs for these times. DONT hold his wrists, move suddenly, touch him without warning, or corner him. DO keep your touches light, words soft, rooms vacant of other people, and loud noises. slowly but surely theyâre getting less severe and overcome quicker.
#Iâll probably do another part bc i have a lot of ideas that didnât make the cut#jason todd thoughtsâ˘#jason todd loves his gf#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x you#jason todd/you#jason todd imagine#jason todd/reader#jason todd fanfic#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd x reader#red hood imagine#my canon#red hood x reader#red hood x you#red hood fanfic#red hood fanfiction#red hood x y/n#batfam imagine#batfam x you#batfam fanfiction
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ââŠâ§â ⯠hearts in the sand
content // tooth-rotting marriage fluff. talks of children hinted at. inspired by this TikTok. ((the Olympian who lost his ring in the river in France)) and happy softie sunday! <3
wc // 0.8k
ă k.bakugo masterlist | caramel & champagne series ă
Itâs a quiet night at home, a kitten in your lap with a cup of tea and your favorite reality TV show to wind down the evening. Your phone begins buzzing on the couch repeatedly with rapid fire notifications, startling your cat from his slumber and interrupting your show. Annoyed, you finally pick it up to silence the notifications until you see the multiple headlines that catch your attention.
âDynamight Saves Dozens But Loses Precious Itemâ
âDynamight Loses Treasure on the Beach during Villain Fightâ
ââŚthe hell?â You mutter aloud as the sound of heavy footsteps approach the front door before it swings open. Bakugoâs got his mask tucked up into his hair, beads of sweat running down his temples and dripping from his jaw. Heâs still fully dressed in his hero attire, huffing frantically while accidentally slamming the door behind him.
âIsâŚeverything okay?â You ask, confused and somewhat frightened. Phoenix jumps from your lap and moves to the opposite side of the couch.
âIâŚI fucked up,â Bakugo pants, hand on the wall to steady himself. âMâsorry, peach. It was an accident.â
âWhat was?â At this point, you assume he killed someone and is about to ask you to help him bury the body. âSpit it out, Katsuki. Youâre scaring me.â
He sighs before wiping away the sweat from his nose, head hung low with a frown on his face. âI lost my wedding ring.â
Oh...Thatâs it?
âItâs alright, we can get another one.â
Bakugoâs taken aback by your nonchalant answer. Heâs not one to lose things, especially extremely important ones that heâd crawl through hell to keep. He gives you the typical âhah?â reaction, eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.
"Sweets...I don't want another one, I want that one."
You shake your head while tossing your phone back onto the couch. âItâs not like you meant to lose it, youâre a hero. Shit happens, itâs out of your control.â
"I should'a been more careful. Dunno how the chain broke and fell out of my costume."
"Don't be so hard on yourself," you say as you get up from the couch. "It's not like you tossed it in the ocean on purpose."
Bakugo scoffs. "How stupid could I be?! Already can't wear it on duty cause of my quirk, and nothin' will replace your handwriting etched inside it." He starts rambling, getting too worked up to notice you getting closer. "What kind of husband can't even keep track of his wedding ring? A shitty one, that's who. God, if I didn'tâŻ"
You cut him off with a soft kiss, arms gently wrapped around his waist. He melts into you, hands instinctually settling at the small of your back to keep you close. All the anxiety evaporates at your touch as his shoulders deflate. When you part, he lays his forehead against yours, eyes softening when they meet your own.
"Katsuki, you are the furthest thing from a bad husband," you scold, playfully pinching his side while maintaining eye contact. "Never, ever, say that again. You're the epitome of my perfect husband and that's all that matters."
It never ceases to amaze Bakugo just how quickly you defuse his insecurities and replace them with sweet nothings that make his heart flutter.
"I've got an idea that you might hate," you say, bringing a hand to his cheek. "Why don't I toss mine in with yours? That way they're together. Then, we go ahead and renew our vows like we wanted to and buy new rings together."
Speechless.
Bakugo is actually speechless.
He goes to say something, but each time, comes up short on how to properly express how much it means to him that you'd do something so drastic to make him happy. Instead, he tugs you into a tight embrace, squeezing you tighter than usual.
"Peaches, ya don't have to do that," he whispers over your shoulder, hushed and emotional. "Don't want you to risk losing somethin' so special just cause I did."
"I know it's sentimental, but it's only a material thing. My love isn't tied to one piece of jewelry, Katsuki, it's tied to your heart. You can't replace that, no matter how many rings we rotate through."
How'd he get so lucky? Bakugo truly doesn't know what good karmic deeds he's done to deserve someone as angelic as you, but he never takes it for granted.
"Got another idea," he says, pulling back to look you in the eyes. "Keep that one here, save it for a rainy day for the future. We renew our vows, get new rings together, and I get my ring finger tattooed. Can't lose that."
"Only if I can, too." You laugh, giving him an exaggerated kiss in response. "Save it for the future, huh?"
Bakugo blushes, grunting shyly as he rolls his eyes. "Y-yeah, you know...could give it to our kid or somethin' in the future for themselves or to give away."
"Aww, love when you get all mushy about the future," you tease, pulling his face down to leave a peck to his cheek.
"Just love you, peach. S'all it comes down to."
He's right, that's all it comes down to at the end of the day; love.
((general idea for the ring tattoos <3))
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hamzah x reader
synopsis- power goes out in your apartment complex, your friend hamzah who lives on the floor above you stops by in the middle of the night
fluff?!!! friends to lovers?!! (p.s. i personally think if you listen to pretty girl by clairo while you read it makes the whole thing a lot cuter)
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about 5 minutes ago, youâd woken up for no apparent reason. you figured youâd drift back into your previous ever so peaceful slumber, but you were wrong.
so now, annoyed at your minds inability to fall back asleep you stared at the wall, mindlessly observing how the moonlight ever so slightly lit up the back of the curtains, the drapes allowing the softest light to mix amongst the darkness the room withheld.
usually when you awoke in the night like this, you fell back asleep almost immediately, having no memory of it in the morning. this time however, your heart fluttered in an exhilarating way. maybe it was the overload of coffee you had that morning, or maybe it was the boy upstairs.
hamzah lived on floor 3 in apartment A. you lived on floor 2 in apartment A. youâd met about four months ago, when there was a mix up with the mail addresses and you were getting coupons for cat litter. quickly, you became great friends. you were kind of lonely, with your friends living on the other side of town, and him being alone most of the time with his two cats. you loved having movie nights, going grocery shopping together at the store down the block, pet sitting red and blue, meeting on the balcony, complaining about your annoying neighbors, talking about movies, music, games and everything. it was one of the greatest friendships youâd ever had.
however, in the past week, something felt different. you tried to suppress the growing attraction that swelled your heart, twisting your stomach with butterflies whenever you saw him. it was so corny you felt sick. he was only a friend, youâd never even thought about liking him like that before but it crept up on you so suddenly, like an unexpected wave that hit you from behind, knocking you over and drifting you out into the cerulean blue sea. you werenât used to feeling like this. so, you ignored it.
he was the last thing on your mind when you went to sleep and the first when you woke up in the middle of the night. you couldnât help it. he was so awkward but in his own way where it was funny and sweet and so charming and hes so gentle and nice and so funny and he laughs at all your jokes and makes you laugh and his smile was so cute and his hair is adorable and heâs so smart and cute andUuooaagghhhh my god. he was driving you absolutely insane.
you felt so nervous to be around him, like he might sense whatâs in your eyes and then you would implode right then and there. when he talks to you about how he used to be so depressed living on his own and how it got better but he still feels that empty void in him sometimes, you just want to kiss him on the mouth right then and there and tell him everythingâs going to be okay and that you loved him so much and you wanted him to be happy forever. these kinds of thoughts kept you up the past few nights.
you checked the time on your phone 1:15 AM. welp. you were already up. you leaned over, clicking your lamp on. the bulb didnât light up. you clicked it off and on again and still, there was no dim glow you hoped for. you peered down at the wall where the lamp was plugged in. âhmmm.â you got up and flicked the light switch by your door, your overhead light unresponsive.
a soft knock on your front door.
you were creeped out now, sure you were about to have some true crime documentary made about you. you waited for a moment, another soft knock. it wasnât in your imagination. taking another deep breath, you slipped out of your room and over to the front door. you peeked through the peephole, relieved, and a bit nervous, to see hamzah.
you opened the door. âyou scared the shit out of me.â his eyes looked sleepy, curls unruly. âsorry,â he smiled softly âi just wanted to check on you. i think a power line broke or something.â you stared at him for a moment, gripping the door a little tighter when you realized you were only in your underwear and an oversized t shirt.
âum- yeah. yeah, iâm okay. why were you up?â you tugged your t shirt down a little bit to cover the tops of your thighs. thankfully his gaze stayed fixed on your eyes. âi was editing a video, and then uhh- everything went dark. yeah.â he chuckled softly
âyeah you look tire-â âwhy were you up?â he blurted.
âoh- i, no sorry what were you saying.â
âoh nothing,â you giggled a little.
âi just woke up in the middle of the night, couldnât go back to sleep.â
he nodded, smiling softly, a little flustered.
you two stood there for a few quiet moments, just looking at each other. you felt so fluttery, like you were in a dream. maybe it was the eeriness of the situation, the fact that it was one in the morning and he was at your door like heâd usually be during the day. you werenât sure if you should invite him in, or if it was a stupid idea because he looked tired. but then why was he here? it was almost the middle of the night and itâs not like a power outage would wake you up, so he wouldâve assumed you were asleep.
he smiled softly at you and turned to walk away, taking a few steps before you ran out and grabbed his hand. âwait.â
he turned around, his eyes wide and soft in the darkness of the hallway. shoot. now he was looking at you and now you had to explain yourself but you donât even know why you did that, you just couldnât let him leave. you were still holding onto his handďżź
âstay.â
âyou want me to?â hamzahâs voice was gentle, soft, drizzling down your spine like warm honey. he was talking to you this way, his eyes glimmering, so relaxed, so sleepy, so dark, so him.
you nodded, calculating your next moves in your head. this moment felt so perfect, you didnât want to let it slip through your fingers.
you could lead him inside, just to go back talking again like the friends you were but something about this, standing in the hallway now made you want it to last. you wanted to capture this moment and keep it in a jar and live in that jar forever, you wanted to pour whatever was in that jar into your tea every morning, hoping it gave you that same unreal feeli-
his hand in yours. he squeezed it softly.
without thinking he laced his fingers with yours, slowly led you back inside your apartment and closed your door. you turned to face him, your back against the door. he moved closer, big brown eyes peering into yours, trying to figure something out.
you just looked and looked at him until he smiled at you. heâd never been like this with anyone, really. but he liked this feeling with you. you place your hand on his shoulder, awkwardly moving up to the side of his neck.
his hand fell down to your waist, other hand still holding yours tightly. he looks at you, a little nervous. you nod. he mumbles your name softly, hand fisting the side of your cotton shirt.
âyouâre my favorite,â he mumbles again, under his breath. you bury your fingers in the back of his head and gently pull him closer until his nose brushes against yours. you can tell heâs a little nervous.
you kiss his lips softly and then pull away a little, looking into his eyes. he leans back in, hand cupping your face as he kisses you again. he was so warm and gentle against you, afraid you would shatter if he wasnât soft enough with you.
he didnât think he was much for affection, but the way you sighed against his mouth when he kissed you made him want more of you. he wanted to kiss you all day all the time forever. god he liked you so much. how did he go so long without this?
you pulled away a little, forehead against his. âhamzah i-â a car alarm starts blaring outside, red headlights pulsing and flashing faintly from outside, piercing the dark. you hear muffled chatter and complaints from outside. hamzah pulled away, glancing towards the window and muttering something about bad timing.
âi um- i should head back to my place.â he shoved his hands in his pockets. you open your mouth to speak, hesitating and then just nodding. âokay, yeah um-â you slide off of the door and open it for him. he looks at you quickly and mumbles a ânightâ before he slips out of the door and you close it behind him.
you slide down against the door, knees tucked against your chest on the floor. the car alarm finally died down outside. what were you even supposed to do now? go back to sleep?
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hope u enjoyed!! sorry if this totally sucks đ¤§
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one little lie | hyung line (part 2)
Pairing ⢠FWB!Minho x Fem!Reader x Hyung Line
A/N ⢠This is part 2! You can see the series masterlist here.
Summary ⢠The boys have one rule in their shared apartment. Don't bring girls over for sex. So when Chan, Hyunjin, and Changbin walk in on Minho fucking the living daylights out of you in the living room, he has to lie to save his own skin. His excuse? That's not a girl under him... you're a sex robot. And now they all want to try you out.
Genre ⢠smut, sci-fi ish? (sex robots are a thing in this world that people know about and use)
WC ⢠3.1k
Content ⢠reader pretends to be a sex robot, free use, dubcon, groping, nipple play, boob sex, orgasm denial, edging, riding, daddy kink, threesome, tiny bit of overstim, Minho discovers he's really into watching you get fucked by other people.
Minho walks you out of the bathroom, and you head to Hyunjin's room. You're walking through his apartment naked, about to be handed off to his roommate for sex, and somehow you're more okay with it than you were earlier. Minho knocks on Hyunjin's bedroom door, and when it swings open to reveal a gorgeous man wearing only his boxers, you can feel you core start to throb in anticipation.
"Thank you for the delivery," Hyunjin says. He grabs your shoulders to pull you towards him, but Minho doesn't let go.
"Be careful with her, she's still sensitive after Changbin."
Hyunjin pauses at that statement.
"How can she be sensitive, she's a robot," he asks, and Minho tuts at him.
"I told you, she's very realistic. I couldn't even clean her up without her twitching every time I touched her."
Literally not true, but you couldn't complain out loud.
"I promise I'll be gentle. Happy?" he says, and Minho rolls his eyes.
He pulls your body towards him, and Minho reluctantly gives you away to him. He buries your face in his chest, wrapping his arms around your torso, and drags you away to his bed. Hyunjin looks back to his door, where Minho is still waiting.
"Are you planning on standing there? Close the door."
"Oh, right," he says, and hits his hand on the door frame before grabbing the handle to close the door.
His bed is in the corner of the room, and he props you up against a wall. You sit on his bed in front of him, and he admires your body.
"This is so fucking realistic, holy shit."
He spreads your legs, and takes a seat between them. His eyes are glued to your chest. He takes your boobs in his hands, weighing them, and then bouncing them. He plays with your tits, squeezing, pulling, pushing them together, pinching your nipples, exploring everything he can do with them. He's like a kid in a candy shop, if the kid was a grown man and the candy was your boobs.
Finally, he brings his mouth to one of your nipples, and you feel his tongue lick circles around it and over it until it's erect. He lightly bites it, and you yelp.
"Oh, that gets you vocal, huh? Interesting."
He goes back to teasing your nipple, licking and nipping, experimenting with what else causes you to make noise. He fondles one of your boobs with his hand while sucking on the opposite nipple, and he finally gets you to let out a quiet moan. Satisfied with himself, he turns to move.
He hops off the bed, and as he pulls down his boxers, you get a full view of his dick. It's not as thick as Changbin's, but it's long. You can feel yourself leaking from the sight of it.
He steps back to the bed, and lays you flat on your back. He climbs on top of you, straddling your waist, and lies down on top of you, burying his face into your chest. His long dick presses against your core, throbbing against you as he gropes your breasts. You whimper at the contact. You want nothing more than for him to start already. You can feel him stiffen up as he fondles you, and his body starts mindlessly rocking. His dick drag itself over your pussy as he rocks, and he pinches your nipples, earning another yelp from you.
He suddenly stops, and grabs your wrists. He lifts your arms up to your chest, and places your hands on your boobs to push them together. He lets go of you, and when your hands stay where they are, he smiles.
"Whoa, that worked."
He snuggles into your tits for a while, feeling how soft you were under him. When he's done, he moves his body, and you feel his dick slide away from your pussy. He straddles your stomach, and positions his cock between your tits. He slides it in, and you feel how hard he is already. Your boobs wrap around his dick, and it throbs inside your soft mounds. He hovers over you, with his arms on either side of your head as he holds himself up.
With a steady roll of his hips, he moans softly as he thrusts his long cock into you, the tip poking out the other side before getting sucked back in. He slowly rocks into you, feeling the way his stiff cock drags against your plush flesh. He wants to feel every inch of himself between your boobs, and he watches as they jiggle with every thrust.
His arousal grows at the sight, and he groans as he rocks into you faster. You press your boobs together harder, fully enveloping his dick and overwhelming his senses with the increased pressure.
"Fuck," he moans, and bucks into you desperately.
Your entire body rocks under him as he fucks your tits faster, humping your chest with all his energy. The movement of your body under him and his loud moans has your core pulsing intensely, and you want nothing more than to have him thrusting inside your pussy. You can't even touch yourself with him on top of you like this, with your hands busy holding together your boobs while he fucks them. The entire bed rocks with him, creaking louder with every thrust.
A string of 'fuck, fuck, fuck' escapes his lips each time his dick buries itself into your tits, getting louder as the feeling builds.
Your boobs push and pull against you, bouncing in rhythm with his hard cock as it grinds against your chest. He moans louder as he feels his orgasm coming, and he increases the speed of his humping, which only shakes your boobs harder. A groan slips out of you at the sensation, and the sound takes him over the edge.
With a loud moan, his cum splatters across your chest and onto your neck as he reaches his climax. The creaks of the bed get quieter as he slows down, and his rocking gets softer and softer as he rides out his high. He finally finishes, and he pulls out his dick from between your breasts.
He doesn't pull your hands away, though, and lays down on top of you, his face buried in your chest. His thigh sits in between your legs, pressing against your bare cunt. You want to hump into him, feel anything to relieve yourself. You're wet, pulsing, and can't do anything about it.
Finally, he rolls off of you, panting in exhaustion.
"Shit, I forgot to set my name," he says, and you desperately wish he remembered so he could stuff his long cock into you. "Next time."
You don't want him to do it next time, you want him to do it now.
But you can't tell him that, and can't touch yourself, so you're left entirely at the whims of the man breathing heavily beside you.
"God," he says, in between breaths, "that was fun." His hand is back on your boob, kneading it softly. "I can't give you back to Jisung."
He fondles you, rubbing your nipple with his index finger. You're so sensitive that the slightest touch makes you whimper, which only makes him want to touch it more. After a few excruciating minutes of Hyunjin unknowingly edging you, you hear hard knocking at his door.
"Hyunjin, give her back!" Minho yells.
"No!" Hyunjin yells back, and Minho barges into the room. He sees Hyunjin, naked and playing with your boob, and he feels the same way as when he saw you leaking on Changbin's bedâ arousal. And he has no idea why. Hyunjin quickly sits up to cover himself with a pillow, and you're finally released from his grasp.
"You can't just come in here!" Hyunjin says, but Minho ignores him, and walks over to the bed. He looks to the cum stain on your chest, and it's hard not to notice his bulge growing.
"Yes I can. You didn't even lock the door," he says, ignoring the throbbing in his pants.
He pulls you up off the bed, and Hyunjin just huffs in disappointment, but doesn't stop Minho from taking you away. You walk back to the bathroom, which has now become your refuge, and the only place you can actually talk. Minho is already wiping your neck before you can even sit down.
"Two down, one to go. How're you feeling? Was he gentle?"
Hyunjin didn't touch your aching core, so you were feeling extremely needy and not entirely of sound mind.
"Worse than gentle. If I don't get something in me right now, I might explode," you say. You don't even care how insane you sound at this point.
You reach for the zipper of Minho's pants and pull it down, but he grabs your wrists before you can go any further.
"Whoa, slow down. Save that for Chan."
"Minho, please," you whine. He's still holding you, so you can't even touch yourself to relieve the ache.
"Wait just a little bit longer."
You pout at his command, but comply. You resist the growing urge to hump his leg. He holds both your wrists in one hand, while the other wipes the rest of the cum off your collarbone and chest. He takes his time with it, and you think he's going intentionally slow just to mess with you.
"See, that wasn't so bad, right?" he says, finally finished cleaning you up. "Now we can go see Chan."
He opens the door, and walks you back to the living room where Chan is waiting. Neither Changbin nor Hyunjin are there, so you assume they're still recovering in their rooms.
Chan stands up when he sees you walk in.
"I'll help you bring her to my room," he says, and he and Minho take you to your last destination.
"Where are we putting her?" Minho asks, and Chan hesitates.
"Actually... do you know if she can... ride people?" he says bashfully.
Minho looks at you, but you give no visible response. Not that you'd be able to.
"I don't know... probably not. She'd need help moving on you."
"Oh..." Chan says, looking defeated. "I guess we can just put her on my bed."
"Wait-" Minho interjects. His mouth is faster than his brain. "I could help you."
"What?"
"Like... with having her ride you. I can help."
Chan's face goes red.
"But that would mean having you watch me."
"That's not a big deal, right? Just bros helping bros. You want her to ride you, and I'll get her to do it."
Chan stares at him for a moment, debating in his mind if he wants this or not.
"Ok," he finally responds, "just bros helping bros."
Chan sits down on his office chair, and slides off his sweatpants and briefs. Minho moves you in front of him while Chan jerks himself off, just enough to get hard. His dick is big and leaking precum, and you're excited to have it inside you. You'd be excited to have anything inside you at this moment, but Chan looks tantalizing, sitting there with his hard cock out, just for you. He holds up his dick, waiting for you to sit on him.
"Remember to set your name when you're inside her," Minho reminds him.
"Right."
He lowers you down onto Chan, and you're finally about to get some relief. You're still extremely wet from your last encounter, so you slide onto him easily. He groans at the overflowing juices surrounding his cock, and how easily he's able to get himself inside you. He quickly fills you up, and he hits a sensitive bundle of nerves. You want to bounce on him, feel him hit that spot again and again, but you know you aren't allowed to move until Minho moves you. It's agonizing.
"Daddy," Chan says, surprising you and Minho both.
"Daddy," you moan, and you feel his dick throb at the sound of your voice.
"Daddy?" Minho asks. "I didn't know you were into that."
"Are you here to assist or make commentary?" Chan says, annoyed at his interruption.
"Sorry," Minho says, and stops talking.
Chan lifts up your arms, placing your hands on his shoulders, and lays his own on the armrests of his chair. Minho grabs your ass, and lifts you slightly. You feel Chan's cock slipping out of you, and you clench at the slow loss of contact, making Chan groan. Then Minho drops you back on his lap, and his dick spears your sensitive spot, causing you to moan loudly. You're finally getting the relief you've been whining about. Minho picks you up again, lifting you up and down on Chan's cock, and Chan's knuckles turn white as he grips the armrests.
You have no control over the pace of your bouncing, relying on Minho to lift you up and lower you down. But he does a good job, and every time Chan fills you up, your impending orgasm comes closer.
"Faster," Chan moans, and Minho picks up speed. He slides you down faster on Chan's dick, and it hits the right spot particularly hard.
"Daddy," you moan, and Chan's head goes back. He rolls his hips into you, increasing the impact against your pussy. His dick forces his way into you, and he's thick enough to rub against all of your walls as he penetrates you harder and harder. You can't help but to buck your hips into him, lifting yourself up and into him.
Minho doesn't have to do much now, you're moving all on your own, and Chan is too fucked out to notice, but he keeps his hands on your ass to sell it anyway. He leans his hips closer to you, and you feel his dick press against your ass as you bounce on Chan. You rub into him, and Minho moans against the friction.
You're very close now. You yell out 'daddy' with every thrust he makes into you, and Chan is a moaning mess on the chair. He can barely keep his eyes open anymore. The pleasure takes over his mind, and he bucks into you faster, completely uncoordinated with the pace of your bouncing. His thrusts penetrate you at erratic intervals, causing you to moan louder every time his cock buries itself fully in you. You can't think straight anymore, all you can do is submit to the feeling and yell out 'daddy' over and over again.
The only one still functioning is Minho, who's extremely turned on watching you fuck yourself on Chan's massive cock. He wished he could see the expression on your face every time Chan's dick rams into you, but hearing you loudly moaning is enough to know you're loving it. He's still grinding himself against your ass, and he can feel his own orgasm coming. But he knows if he cums now, he wont be able to hold you up and watch you cum on Chan's lap, so he stands back away from you. His dick throbs in his pants, but he knows he'll relieve himself later.
Chan continues bucking into you at an erratic pace, and every time his dick bottoms you out, you moan louder. You can feel your orgasm coming, and with one last thrust into your g-spot, you reach your climax.
"Daddy," you moan, clenching your walls against him, and a wave of liquid flushes out of you, drenching his cock with your cum.
"Oh my god," he moans out, feeling your juices spurt out of your pussy and onto his body. He grabs your hips, and rams into you harder, not letting you have a moment of rest as you come down from your high. His pace is unrelenting, and you spasm on his body as he thrusts into you. You hold onto his shoulder, trying to keep yourself up. He doesn't stop, and Minho helps him bounce you faster on his throbbing cock. The feeling overwhelms you, and you can't control your moans as he slams his dick into your sensitive cunt.
His own climax finally comes, and white hot liquid fills your pussy as he finally slows down. Minho's gently lowers you down, holding your ass as he hovers you over Chan's lap. Chan keeps humping into you, thrusts getting weaker as he rides out his high. Finally, he stops, and Minho lowers you down completely on him. Chan bottoms you out, but you're both too tired to do anything more. Chan leans back on his chair, and you lean back onto Minho.
"Fuck," is all Chan manages to say.
Minho begins to lift you up, and the movement of Chan's dick slipping out of you causes you to twitch, while Chan groans. He lifts you up completely, and your legs feel like jelly. Luckily, Minho is there to keep you standing.
He helps you walk, using considerably more effort than before. Before you leave, Chan calls out to him.
"Thanks... that was amazing."
Minho gives him an awkward thumbs up, and you both leave the room.
You collapse onto the toilet seat when you arrive at the bathroom.
"I'm gonna go get your clothes. You... catch your breath."
You can only nod in response, too tired to speak, and he leaves you there.
You can feel your mind clear, and your pussy leak with Chan's cum.
It's done. Minho's roommates have all fucked you, used you the way they wanted. Jisung would be here soon, and you could finally leave this all behind. You no longer had to pretend to be a sex robot.
So why did you feel disappointed?
The door opens, and Minho has your clothes in hand, and a visible erection in his pants.
You snicker at him.
"I didn't know you were into cucking, Minho."
"What? No I'm not."
"You literally volunteered to help Chan fuck me."
His cheeks go red, and he can't look you in the eye.
"W-well, you seemed to like having them fuck you like a sex doll."
"I was just acting," you say, and this time it's your turn to blush at his accusation.
"Was it acting when you were screaming Changbin's name? Or when you were moaning daddy, daddy-"
"Ok! Stop!" you say, waving your arms to get him to stop talking. "We both discovered something about ourselves today."
"I guess we did," he responds, and places your clothes on the counter. He uses a fresh towel to wipe you down, and you get dressed.
"Jisung should be here any second," Minho says.
One last time, he opens the bathroom door, and walks you out.
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I just saw a post wondering what Andrew and Neilâs first proper argument is, and naturally I have to offer this:
Andrew and Neil donât fight. Theyâll ignore each other if theyâre pissed off - but never for more than a few hours, or maybe until one of them has slept it off and decide itâs not worth it (usually Andrew). Theyâll have tiffs but never over anything serious.
Except for in the months coming up to Andrewâs graduation. That is when I believe Andrew and Neil have their first real argument.
Andrew gets officially signed to his pro team around abouts the February of that year. Itâs in a state further away that Neil expected, and since they found out, Neil keeps catching Andrew looking at apartments or researching the state and the team. Heâs happy for him, of course he is, but he canât quite identify what this feeling in his stomach is every time Andrew brings it up. The little fights that last longer than their usually bickering start not long after; Neil getting more pissed off by the little things Andrew does, Andrew having off-days with Neil more and more often, each of them asking for their own space because they know if they stay around each other theyâre going to start a fight. Itâs gradual in a way that they donât realise for a little while that itâs getting worse, until just after the championship finals, and the season is officially over, when three days have passed without them talking for not much of a reason at all. Neil used his finals as an excuse, but Andrew didnât have any good reason. After those three days, theyâre finally alone in their dorm for whatever reason, and maybe Andrew has started packing or heâs just got some sort of welcome package from the team: everything explodes. Andrew tries to kiss Neil, and something feels wrong, and when Neil asks what the fuck is going on, all hell breaks loose.
Andrew doesnât yell, of course he doesnât, but heâs venomous. Heâs asking Neil why heâs acting as if the world is going to end just because heâs graduating, heâs angry at him for becoming so dependent on his presence, heâs angry at himself for feeling like heâs found a future in Neil when this was never the plan. He was supposed to be nothing. A casual fuck, with an end date and no feelings but fuck if he canât live his life without him now. Neil yells, because he does, and heâs angry that Andrew still seems so unsure about what they are, how comfortable they were, but suddenly things are different, and it feels like he doesnât care. Heâs angry at himself for building his life around Andrew, but heâs the only reason why Neil Josten exists. Andrew reminds him of that, and it makes everything worse.
It goes on for far too long, quickly becoming meaningless and just an excuse for either of them to vent out the frustration theyâve been keeping inside for months.
âYou know that I wonât overstep your boundaries,â Neil points a finger at him. âSo in your head itâs okay to treat me like shit and ignore me because you know that I will give you that space.â
He doesnât even really think that, but every little thing, every little excuse is multiplied by a thousand when he feels this red hot rage. He hates the things that come out of his mouth, but Andrew gives it back, and his insistent refusal to back down just further butts their heads together and infuriates them both.
âI wonât chase after you because youâve decided to allow me distance,â Andrew says, calm and ice cold. âYou canât invent boundaries for me and then be upset that they exist.â
Lows blows after low blows, unfair quips and insults from both sides, slamming of drawers and doors and throwing of things; they have never, ever fought like this before. Itâs over everything and nothing at the same time. Andrew knew it was only a matter of time before campus security was called, but when he tried to tell Neil to calm down and lower his voice, it only made things worse.
Theyâve been unkind and awful with each other for about an hour when Neil finds himself starting to get so furiously angry thats heâs upset, that he can feel himself being needlessly nasty with Andrew. For the first time ever he feels the tilt. He feels their foundations getting rocked, a crack in the base of the pyramid of their relationship that gives him the feeling that this might not last forever. He leaves their dorm with a slam of the door, and goes for a run. He hasnât done that in a while, a run from his feelings, running from his problems and responsibilities. Heâs not sure how long itâs been before he finds himself too far away from campus, because he just ran in a straight line.
When he checks his phone he realises heâs over an hour walk away from their dorms. He almost calls Matt, and hesitates over Coachâs phone number, but instead he clicks Andrewâs name. Itâs only ringing for two rings before the ringing ends and thereâs a quiet hiss at the other end of the line. Neil double checks that heâs answered, because Andrew hasnât said anything, and brings the phone back to his ear.
âCan you come pick me up?â His breathing is heavy, all of his anger drained out through his feet with every single step that he took to get further away from their dorm.
âWhere are you?â Andrew is quick to respond, and Neil can hear him already picking up his keys.
Neil tells him the name of some bar that he can see, and Andrew hangs up almost instantly afterwards. Neil starts to put his phone away, used to the abrupt endings of phone calls, but wishing he would say something more. He puts his phone away and wonders why Andrew canât just give him something. Heâs not looking for a Love you! Bye! But maybe just an answer that let him know he was listening. but then it starts to ring again, and itâs Andrew, and Neil doesnât say anything when he answers.
âIâm leaving now,â Andrew says. Thereâs something in his voice. âIâll be there in about twenty minutes.â
âOkay,â Neil responds. âThank you.â
Andrew hums in acknowledgment, but this time he doesnât hang up immediately. He hesitates, but heâs somewhere outside now.
âI will always pick you up.â He says after a while, after heâs shut his car door and the engine has rumbled to life, and maybe it sounds like I love you, I care about you, I need you. Maybe it sounds like I need you to know that i canât lose this.
âI know,â Neil says, and it sounds like I canât do this without you. âThank you.â
Andrew waits a second or two then before hanging up, and Neil waits for him by the curb. Andrew is there quicker than twenty minutes later. Neither of them say anything as Neil slips into the passenger seat, and neither of them say anything as they pull away. Neither of them say anything until Andrew has switched the engine off, and the car is sitting in its parking spot. They look at each other then, and maybe then they understand whatâs happening.
âIâm not above telling you that I donât want to leave here,â leave you. âBut this was always a certainty. Youâve had plenty of time to prepare.â
âI thought that I had,â Neil tells him.
Itâs the truth, in some way. He realises then that all of these little fights, and growing agitation, and this almost primal urge to push Andrew away was how heâd prepared. Heâs been trying his hardest to soften the blow that it would have on him, and if he pushed him away first, then it wouldnât hurt when he inevitably pushed him back or let him go. Only, that was never going to happen, and thatâs what made it worse - nothing could happen to them now that would not bring them back to each other. So when Neil pushed and pushed and pushed and Andrew was constantly hitting a wall instead of a door, all they were doing was filling the room with resentment.
They sit in the car then and talk about the reality: Andrew was moving away in just a few weeks, moving further away than theyâd ever been apart. The truth was that regardless of whether or not Neil decides to spend the summer with him, August would come, and Neil would go back to PSU, and Andrew would stay wherever it was that he was staying. Theyâd been fighting more in a subconscious test with each other, to see if one of them were going to give up, to see it this was the thing that would finally tear them apart. They talk about that, too, as difficult as it is for Andrew to be honest about that kind of thing. Neil asks him if he thinks it would be better for them to break up, to give each other space, to let Andrew flourish on his new team and meet new people and grow into himself as a professional exy player. Itâs the first time either of them have acknowledged the possibility out loud with each other, and it destroys Neil to ask it, and it destroys Andrew to hear it.
Andrew thinks about how Exy was supposed to be the deal with Kevin: how he was supposed to come off his meds, and Kevin would give him purpose, and he would find something to live for in the sport that would not love him back. Instead he gave him Neil. That was his something to live for, and while heâd started to learn how to live for himself, and he would eventually survive without him, he didnât want to. He couldnât. He would sooner give it all up just to keep him, and Neil knew that was the truth.
Neil thinks about how Neil was supposed to be temporary. Now it was the future, it was Andrew, it was a long and successful life. Neil Josten did not have an expiry date anymore. He could have things that were his own, things to keep, things to live for.
They knew it wouldnât be easy, but as the evening went on, and they stay in that car and talk about the future, theyâd truly come to the understanding that neither of them can lose each other. They will always be half of one another, and no amount of distance can change that. Itâs hard conversation after hard conversation, and itâs emotional in the way that Andrew and Neil get emotional. All the fighting ends up being a catalyst for possibly the most personal, deep, intimate discussion theyâve ever had. Thereâs lots of silences and voices that threaten to raise but stay low. Thereâs a lot of questions, and answers, and questions without answers, too. Buts itâs needed. Andrew could not leave PSU without them having this conversation. If he had, I think they wouldâve struggled a whole lot more with the distance, and the conversations they would have afterwards wouldâve been far more difficult.
Ultimately thatâs where they end the conversation sometime past midnight - with a semi newfound understanding of where they stand with each other, what they are, what the future means for them. Itâs a fight that needed to happen, and in their own ways they apologise for the things that they said. Maybe they donât say sorry, they just say everything is going to be okay, and distance will not be the thing that ruins this.
I donât know. I really do think itâs a fight thatâs needs to happen. I think itâs a terrible, angry, nasty argument, and they both feel awful about the things they said and did, but it had to happen. Yeah, could it have been communicated with words? Sure. But Andrew had to understand how afraid Neil was of losing him, he had to understand what Neil was doing to protect himself from it. And Neil had to understand that Andrew was always, always willing to fight for him, but he couldnât do that if Neil wasnât willing to see that he would.
#maybe they donât ever fight#but if they did#if they had one break up worthy argument#I think this would be it#idk!!!!!#again clearing out the drafts#neil josten#andrew minyard#andreil#aftg#all for the game#mine
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hii it's meee :3 another izu req
reader plays a prank on her friend izuku, it ultimately goes wrong and they somehow end up trapped inside a closed space. Together. Alone. Tight room. Tension. Heat. Mwah
ah, another ask from the great mind of @lovelykil
I would be more than happy to fulfill this for you<33đď¸
Stuck Inside..
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God you loved your friend group, how chaotic, dumb, and funny they were, they always made you and mina feel like queens those boys did.
Bakugou, kirishima, denki and sero, they knew how to have fun they sure did, playing pranks on people, having movie nights that only inner circle people are invited to, it was ultimate fun.
But they had an initiation, to officially be invited to the 'bakusquad' not the name you would've gone with but whatever, you had to successfully prank someone in the dekusquad for 5 days and not get caught, see when sero told you this at the lunch table, bakugou and denki smirking while kirishima and mina looked at each other with such worried looks, you were already down, who didn't love a good prank on their peers?
Mina sighed and looked at you with a scared look like she had something to tell you, she tried too, opening her mouth before shutting it at the sight of bakugou staring daggers into her. You wanted to know why they were being so secretive but you didn't want them to not trust you, so you simply kept your mouth shut and listened to sero go on about the tradition.
"so all I have to do is prank someone? Easy."
You say rolling your eyes and clapping your hands together.
"don't forget, you can't get caught, so do whatever it takes, even frame someone else, to get away." Sero emphasizes heavily to you.
"too easy. Now, who shall be my victim.~" you scoff, then rub your hands together scoping out your prey.
"deku."
You hear a slightly rasped, deep voice chime in.
"oh? How come?" You question the still smirking blonde as he glared at you with deep volcanic red eyes.
"do the prank.. or don't. You're the one who wants to be with us, and those are the rules, either do the prank or dip. Either or."
Bakugou barks at you with a shit eating grin, leaning back against the window as he puts his hands behind his head laying on them.
You look around the cafeteria to search for the green haired boy, spotting him smiling and laughing with his friend group. His emerald green eyes shining so bright in the sun, his pearly white smile blinding you, he really was such a bright star, you were just afraid this prank might burn him out, although you really wanted to be apart of their clique, were you really gonna prank an innocent angel who's never done anything wrong to you, just so you can have a designated seat at the 'cool kids' table?
You inhale through your nose and exhale heavily out through your mouth.
"fuck it, I'm in. Any specific prank in mind?"
Yes, yes you were.
Your answer caused bakugou to smile widely at you, the rest of the boys doing so as well as they all snicker and snort quietly, again besides mina and kirishima who just sighed and accepted what was to come there truly was nothing they could do.
"shit man.. that might just make him cry, are you sure?"
You question after hearing the prank they wanted you to do.
"hey, your call, if you don't wanna do this, don't. We aren't forcing you of course these are all your choices, just make sure this is what you really want to do and be prepared to go down if you get caught."
The way denki worded his sentence made you feel something deep inside, guilt? No.. regret? Can't be, you hadn't done anything yet. So what was it?
You sigh, really thinking this through, hell you really felt something inside but you couldn't quite put a finger on it..
"yeah.. oh.. okay, I'll do it."
You agree before shrugging off everything and bringing your gaze back into everyone at the table, smiles still plastered on their faces as you see katsuki and denki fist bump.
That should've been red flag number one.
A couple days later you set your prank into motion, on Monday you started out tame, stealing little things he would need, whether it be his pencil, notebook, doesn't matter, if you could get your hands on it you did.
When izuku realized his notebook was missing, he freaked out looking around with a nervous face, not wanting to interrupt anyone or bother them with his silly needs, you kinda felt bad, but you couldn't let emotions get In the way of becoming an official member of the squad.
You sucked it up and waited for the next day.
As Tuesday hit your pranks slowly progressed into getting worse, you had started leaving mean notes in his locker, his desk, even his bad, they'd say just random hurtful shit, whether that be about his freckles or his scars, things you thought he'd brush off. But boy were you wrong, seeing his spirit shatter as he read each and every note really left a bad taste in your mouth, hell you thought you saw years prickling at the edge of his eyes.
You again, brushed it off and waited for the next day.
Wednesday, you decided to kinda bully him, well not really, just nudge him into the locker when you walked by, or kicking the pit of his knees making them buckle, small things like that.
He felt so humiliated when he nearly tripped because of you, everyone staring at him as you glance at him with doe like eyes and bat your lashes at him.
"are you okay?"
He looked at you with glossy eyes and sniffed before nodding violently and rushing out of the class, you sighed and grabbed you bag leaving too as it was the end of the day, god you hated this but you were almost through, just 3 more days and your free.
As thursday rolled in you sucked up everything in you and, mentally prepared yourself for the next prank, you decided to go off script and do little tame things, take a bite from aoyamas book and leave more little notes in his room, it scared him by the looks of him, you hadn't felt too bad for this one as you and already progressed from the little notes in day 2 of your pranks, just one more day, one more prank and then your free, however this prank was the worst and all if the bakusquad was gonna be present.
You had to make sure you didn't let your emotions get in the way so you mentally prepared yourself the night before.
Finally Friday rolled around, most Fridays are spent training so with that being said you need to change into your hero suit in the locker rooms, deku is always the last one to shower after training and putting away his hero suit, out of respect for his friends, at least that's what the boys told you,
You sigh readying yourself to go in there and take his clothes as they would lock the door making sure he couldn't get out unless he broke the door, then eventually coming back for him in the morning if he hadn't.
God you were terrified, the prep the night before hadn't helped at all, you were literally shaking in your boots. You sighed as you see all of the boys leave the shower room as mina and you waited outside for them to give you a signal.
When bakugou gave you a nod, with a wide smirk on his face you sighed and ran in, the door opening and shutting loudly catching izukus attention whilst he showered, he brushed it off as one of the guys coming in and stated in the shower, you walked to the bench next to the showers making sure he couldn't see you, you grabbed his clothes and ran as fast as you could, once you made it out you held his clothes breathing heavily with a smile on your face as you struggle to catch your breath, your heart beating so fast from the adrenaline.
"I.. I got it!"
You saved it around showing the boys and mina, a smile never making it onto her face, her knowing what's coming next she shuts her eyes and mouths and apology, you look at her as sero, kirishima, and bakugou give you your praise, you were so confused and focused on what she meant by it you hadn't even seen denki slip behind you and quietly open the door, mina quickly pushed you inside and bakugou locked the door with the key, everyone laughing loudly as you fall into the floor with a grunt, kirishima had snatched dekus clothes from you before mina pushed you in, you bang on the door and hokd back tears.
"hey! Let.. let me out! Mina, how fucking could you!.."
All you could hear was laughs as they suddenly faded away, their shadows disappearing as well, as another comes from behind you, you'd seen the shadow on the door as you quickly turn around with a gaso as izuku held a towel around his waist trying to assure you were alright.
You look down before looking back up and looking away.
It was awkward, silent, and he looked so fucking hot, and he probably guessed you were the one that had taken his clothes.
"...hey, you uhm.. wouldn't happen to know where my clothes... are?..."
He spoke quietly, and with a somewhat leveled voice not wanting to scare you off not that you could go anywhere.
You sigh before groaning in anger and frustration as you slap your hands to your face and slide down the door.
" I'm sorry... for taking your clothes and giving it to them, for bullying you and leaving mean notes and taking your things and--"
"that... Those.. things were you?..."
He asked in a confused tone, his brows furrowed, as he looked at the ground before slowly looking up to look at you, his eyes shaking, searching your face for an answer that you didn't want to provide.
You hadn't wanted to speak so you simply nodded, sighing as you bang your head back on the door, causing izuku to jump and rush down to you.
"hey, don't do that you could hurt yourself..."
For fucks sakes, you just admitted to doing these horrible things to him and passing them off as a 'prank' and he's still checking on toyou?
The way he looked down at you, his hand on the back of your head making sure you weren't hurt, his fingers rubbed the area soothingly, making your head lean back into his hand.
The two of you were just looking at each other, eyes staring into the others as your faces moved closer, before you knew his it, his breath fanned you face, the smell of mint coming off of it, he liked to chew gum to keep his jawline nice, god he looked so good like this, water droplets from the shower running down his body and wet hair.
The hand that was on your head moved to your cheek, rubbing his thumb over it as he brought you close, your noses brushed against each other's slightly, it was so quiet you could practically hear his heart pounding out of his chest, his breaths slowly turning more heavy as he looked down to your lips, licking his that were parted and nibbling lightly on his lower one.
"can I kiss you...please?"
His voice coming off more desperate and whimper-y than he meant.
You were tired of talking, tired of thinking, all you wanted to do was push your feelings from the betrayal you just went through down, and what better way to do that than fuck the person you'd been torturing for 5 days?
You pulled him into a deep kiss, groaning inside of it, your teeth clashed together and you pulled him by his shoulders, making him out his knees on either side of your thighs, his towel threatening to come off, you let him trail the kiss off into your neck as he gently kissed, licked, and nipped at it, little noises coming from him as he did so.
You sighed breathily, your eyes accidentally trailed down his lower abdomen, staring at his well toned abs and the v line going down, god that was so sexy to you, as your eyes kept trailing down you seen how his towel was even managing to somewhat stay up, his cock was fully erect and bobbing against the towel, that was the reason he was making whimper like noises.
He started bucking into the towel making your eyes widen slightly at the sight, a little damp patch forming in the thick towel, had he cum or something? You thought to yourself as he full blown moaned into your ear, was he really gaining that much pleasure from grinding his hard on against a rough towel?
You looked up to him as he looked down at you with a red face, his heart was racing as he looked down at his aching cock then back to you, you connected the dots and guessed he was asking you to touch him.
Without thinking about it, your hands trailed up his abs, then down again as you trickle your fingers over his wrapped cock, you felt his cock twitch underneath your light touches as a breathy sigh leaves his opened mouth, his eyes slightly rolling back, there was no way he was getting this much pleasure from this.
You scoffed and gripped his cock tightly, making his body jolt and a stuttery 'oh' leave his mouth as he looked down at you, grabbed you by your cheeks and pulled you into a heated kiss, he bucked his hips into your hand and he moaned and whined into the kiss, it being hard to stay in it due to him humping into your hand frantically like a bunny during mating season or some shit.
Your teeth clashed against each others once more as he shoved his tongue in your mouth, flicking his against yours, swapping spit and groaning into your mouth as you swallowed all his messy little noises that dropped from his mouth like spit.
He grabbed your other hand and pulled it up to his throat and wrapped it around his neck, you just kept your hand right there not applying any force letting him control it as he kept jerking his hips into your tightly gripped hand, he closed his hand around yours that was also around his neck.
Aww, was this his little attempt at getting you to choke him? I suppose his wish is your command.
You choke him harshly making his eyes roll back as he bit his lip harshly, moans being muffled by it, he bucked his hips a few more times before blowing his load into the towel, his cum seeping through the fabric and dripping onto your wrist and your pants, there was just so much you thought he was never gonna stop.
His hips kept lightly twitching up into the towel causing him to bend forward and moan into your ear due to the over stimulation, god his pitchy moans were so hot.
His hot breath still fanned your ear before he finally said something his voice a little groggy.
"please let me... let me eat you.. I want to taste you, please...?"
His sentence ended with a whimper in your ear as he moved his forehead to lean against yours.
"okay."
Was all you could get out before he pulled down your shorts in a flash, your panties coming off with them, he instantly hurriedly his face in-between your partially opened thighs, his tongue licking and prodding against your lower lips, not pushing his tongue fully inside, he licked a tongue stripe up and down your slit, a moan leaving your lips, you didn't fight anything and just let him work his magic, and bit was he magical with his tongue.
He finally stopped teasing and pushing his pink muscle inside, quickly lapping at your hole and lightly licking you clit in fast motions, he continued this for a while, and by a while I mean about 15 minutes, you were so close to cumming a couple of times but every time he sensed you were about to come he pulled away and pet your slit gently with his thumb, occasionally circling your clit slowly, agonizingly slow.
"wh..- why do you keep testing me like this.."
You groaned and looked down at him with glossed eyes, you didn't expect him to look at you with such a piercing gaze, his lidded emerald eyes staring painful daggers at you as he shoved two of his thick fingers inside of you without warning.
Your back arched and the pain mixed pleasures hips grinding down into his fingers as he finger fucked you, his fingers plunged in and out of you at a insanely fast pace, tears started prickling at the corner of your eyes, you were so close once again before he scoffed and pulled away with a smirk.
"do you really think you deserve to cum after how you've treated me all week? No, you're going to suffer like you made me."
His fingers arched up into you and plunged in and out of you at an erratic pace for about 5 more minutes, he just kept going and stopping not letting you cum.
"you wanna cum, love? Beg. Beg for me to let me cum, slut."
You were sobbing, tears streaming down your puffy red cheeks, hiccups and spit leaving your mouth as a string of incoherent begs left your mouth, you were pleasing helplessly for the orgasms you needed.
He sighed with a smile, squinted emerald eyes peering down at you in an evil, yet satisfied way. He loved how dumb you were from being finger fucked like this, god he could only imagine how brain dead you'd be if he fucked you in his cock.
He didn't say a word as he simply picked up up with ease, man handling you like a ragdoll, and switched your positions, you were now straddling his lap, due to you not expecting him to pick you up so quickly you leaned against his body, your tears falling onto his shoulder as he rubbed your back soothingly, hushing you while kissing the top of your head.
"it's okay, baby, you did so well for me. I'll give you what you need now, okay?"
You gulp hardly, you can hardly even get words out as you're still hiccuping from crying, before you can fully process what he says he undoes his towel that was previously wrapped around his waist and slammed his cock inside of you, you winced at the stretch and the brutal pace he'd already set.
You groan loudly as your eyes roll back, your head falling onto his shoulder as you can barely get out little 'fuck's and 'please's.
He hadn't let up, his hips hammering up into you, you were grinding down into him causing a breathy moan to leave him, a smile made it's way back onto his face as he kissed your head once more.
"you're doing.. so well, my love, it's okay I'll make you cum."
The way he whispered lovingly in your ear made this experience for you so much better for you, you had tightened around him, feeling that familiar feeling, you were going to cum, finally you were going to get to feel that release that you needed, tears continuously fell from your face as you moaned loudly, picking your head up from the crook of his neck to gripping his broad shoulders for stability as you begin grinding into him, feeling so close you hadn't wanted him to rip it away from you again.
He was shocked by the control you ended up taking, he didn't stop thrusting into you, although due to you grinding the rhythm he had set had been thrown off track, your hips hit against each other in an uneven fashion, but you couldn't possibly begin to care when you were finally going to cum.
Izuku grabbed at you hips, holding them tightly to stop you from moving, you tried to continue moving despite his painful grip on your waist, he was far too strong for you to even remotely gain he upper hand, you let him win as he sped up the jerking and jolting of his hips, the clapping sound of your ass meeting his pelvis echoing throughout the locker room.
There was one thrust that hit so vigorously against that sweet spot inside you, everything in you fell apart, you inhaled sharply, eyes rolling back as you grip and scratch as his shoulders harshly leaving a mark and probabkt even drawing blood, he grkaned byt never ceased his hips from stopping, your velvety walls convulsed around his so sweetly it caused his hips to buck into you at a frantic and frenzied pace, his hios stuttering into you as his breath hitched, he squeezed his eyed shut tightly, trying to hold out just a little longer to feel your warn and soft walls tighten around him, alas he simply couldn't, he thrusted one last time before spilling his seed deep inside of you, the warmth of his thick sticky cum warming you entirely, a shiver going up your spine as he lets his head lean into your neck, sighing deeply in the crook.
Your head ended up on top of his, coming your fingers through his damp curls, he sighed in content enjoying the satisfying feeling of your fingers raking and scratching his scalp, you wanted to say so much but also just sit in the moment, it was silent, but it was a comfortable one that you hadn't wanted to ruin with words.
"why did you forgive me so easily."
You say in a groggy and slightly raised voice, you moaned so loudly and cried so hard you had slightly started to lose your voice, izuku simply hummed, enjoying the vibration of your chest as you spoke and the nice feeling of still being inside of your warm messy insides.
"well, I suppose I haven't exactly forgiven you yet, but I'm not going to stop being your friend because of what happened."
"seriously? This shit is fucked up, we're locked in here, with no way to get out, and you don't have any clothes you could get sick. Or worse. Die."
He simply chuckled, making you angry, you were worried and all he could do was laugh at you.
"what?"
"y/n I can't get common sicknesses anymore, I don't know what OFA has done to my immune system but I can't catch things like the flu, or a cold, or anything like that, so I assure you, I won't get sick and I won't die, but thank you for worrying about me."
He chided, informing you factually like you could have possibly known that. you sigh and nuzzle your cold nose back into his damp hair, you sniffed causing him to slightly tense and move back to look at your face.
"are you alright, y/n?"
The way he looked at you with those vibrant emerald eyes, so wide and loving, his cheeks still slightly tinted a light shade of red as his freckles are littered all over his baby like face, you smile and put your forehead to his, closing your eyes making him do the same and sigh.
"I'm okay, but we seriously need to figure out how to get the hell out of here." You say softly, clearing your throat from the scratchiness you could feel, were you getting sick?
"there's a back door that I'm sure they didn't lock. We can skip out though there, do you have your phone on you?"
"oh! Yeah, wh-... fuck me. This whole time I could have called someone to get us out of here." You groan, absolutely disappointed in yourself for not using your shitty brain.
He simply giggles before grabbing your now unlocked phone.
"you must've really wanted to have sex with me, eh?" He tested lightly poking fun at you making you slap his shoulder, another like if laughs leaving him as he calls iida, neither of you expected him to be awake yet he was, his breath was slightly ragged, what had he been doing, maybe out on a run? Doesn't add up too much, it's 10 pm and they have a curfew for 12 am.
Iida had helped you two out, meeting you two at the other exit and giving you clothes to give to izuku, he continuously asked questions on why the two of you weren't in bed and why izuku didn't have any clothes and why you two were even together.
The whole walk back to the dorms was full of iida whisper yelling at the two of you for being irresponsible, you couldn't stop looking at izukus face though, or just him in general, he suddenly became oddly appealing to you, but you still couldn't shake the guilty feeling of the things you and done to him, he glanced at you giving you a warm smile, kissing your head goodnight before turning into his room, taking iida by surprise.
You chuckled and went to your dorm, jumping in your bed and calming it a night, you sighed at the comfortable feeling of your bed, giggling to yourself remembering how izuku came inside of you. Your eyes slowly shut and you drifted off to sleep.
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AN; this shit is hot ass, but at least the smut is great, I might remake this w/o the pranking part, it was hard to think of a good prank to do for this fic, im kind of dumb so.. yeah. I hope you all enjoyed reading this<33
#deku x reader#izuku x reader#mha#mha x reader#boku no hero academia#deku smut#izuku is so girlie pop#cvnts-post#cvnts-reqs
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I was wondering if you could write a request for jj? Where the reader is John bs twin sister, and for as long as anyone can remember it was always jj and yn but when they are 19 yn finds out sheâs pregnant and everything is fine they are both happy ( also big John is still alive) and everyone is helping ( except kie) and just when the reader is about to give birth jj starts getting nervous, and is talking to kie and she tells jj she always liked him and they both end up kissing ( which would if lead to more if yn didnât catch them ) just something very angsty
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A/n- SOBBING WHAT THE anon this angst. gif not mine!!
Warnings: getting cheated on, pregnancy and descriptions of labor, jj and John b fight, angst, John b is so <333
You panicked when you first found out, your hands tugging at your hair and your eyes watering. How were you supposed to tell anyone? You took a deep breath, sitting down on the bed, holding your head in your hands.
âHey, babe, have you seen Jb? Because I was thinking that-â He turns the corner and goes into the room, stopping his sentence upon seeing your face, silent tears falling from you. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, his face falling.
âY/n?â He asked, confused as to what was wrong. You turned to him, and he sat down next to you, rubbing your back as you told him what happened.
The next months were slow, painful, and rough. JJ had tried his best to make them better.
Your brother and your dad were more than happy. They were practically jumping up and down in excitement. So were the pogues,, they all were helping with everything, you barely had to lift a finger.
All the pogues except Kiara. She had been "working" as she said, but when she was there with you and the others, she glanced at you and JJ each time, almost longingly, and you couldn't help but place it as some sort of jealousy.
You tried not to let it bother you since you knew that JJ and her were close friends, but there was this feeling in your gut, a feeling you should have trusted.
You woke up, exhausted and starving. You slowly padded out the room and into the kitchen, JJ sitting at the table, his thoughts being interrupted when he heard you walk in. He looked up to you, giving you a small smile.
"Morning." He spoke quietly. "How are you?"
"Like I wanna get this damn baby out." You joked, sitting across from him, a plate already on the table for you, which you gladly took and ate quickly.
It was later in the night, JJ was gone, and John B and Sarah were stopping by for a moment since they were already out. It was randomly, you had water in your hands and suddenly felt a cramp in your abdomen, feeling nauseous as you stood up. John B and Sarah stopped their conversation, turning to look at you with concerned faces.
You felt a liquid trickle down your legs, Sarah immediately stood up to support your back, John B following her.
"Shit, you're in labor." He murmured.
"No shit!" you groaned out. "This wasn't supposed to happen for a week or two!"
"C'mon, c'mon." Both of them led you out into the Twinkie, you breathing heavily and crying in pain every once in a while while your brother sped to the hospital. Both of them helped you walk into the hospital, alerting the doctors and nurses. You were then quickly led into a room and bed.
Your brother left to sign some papers, Sarah holding your hand as they talked about what would happen before the doctors finally left.
"You okay?" John B asked, finally striding into the room with a cup of water. He handed it to you, and you nodded as you drank it.
"Did you call JJ?" You asked him>
"Yeah. He ran right out of work when he heard. Probably got fired." He said with a laugh, hand on the back of his neck, leaning back in the chair.
"I'm looking for y/n l/n!" You heard a shout come from outside, John B and you sharing a knowing glance.
"I'll get him," Sarah said with a smile, shaking her head and walking out, explaining everything to JJ.
He rushed inside as soon as he knew, Sarah following behind. He sighed in relief upon seeing you, leaning down to kiss you.
"I am so sorry. Fuck." He sighed. âI love you.â
"It's okay." You spoke softly, his hand caressing your cheek before leaning in again.
"Kie, Pope, and your dad are outside by the way. They told us no more than three visitors at a time." He told you, sitting down next to you.
"I'll go get your dad." Sarah offered, You smiled at the girl, thanking her. Your dad walked in and you smiled widely, he bent down to give you a hug, looking at you with a smile.
"I can't believe it." He told you, shaking his head with tears in his eyes. You smiled, wrapping your arms around him again.
JJ glanced up upon seeing someone walk by the room, a head of hair he recognized quickly. He cleared his throat, looking at you again.
âSorry. Iâll be back, okay?â He told you quietly. You nodded, slightly confused but ignored his sudden leave.
Your dad sat next to you now, you looked at him and John B, they talked about anything and everything to put a smile on your face.
âHey!â A chipper voice suddenly spoke, all of your turning to the voice, a doctor walking into the room.
âHi.â You spoke.
âSorry to barge in, but Iâm doctor Smith. How are you?â
âNice to meet you. Iâm okay⌠y/n.â you shrugged, the girl smiling.
âWell, itâs nice to meet you too, y/n. So, is anything bothering you? Any pain?â
âYeah⌠a lot.â You said with a laugh, she laughed along and nodded.
âWell, you wanna know something that helped when I was giving birth was walking around. If youâd like, I can take you around the hospital a bit. It can lead to better outcomes, it can help with the pain, and position the baby for birth.â
You shrugged. âYeah.. okay. Standing up sounds⌠nice.â You said with quiet laugh, she laughed and nodded along in agreement.
JJ sat down next to Kiara. Sarah, Pope and Cleo chatting away at another spot, out of their sight. It was only the two of them in that room.
âSo⌠youâre gonna be a dad.â She said, breaking the silence and looking at the boy. He nodded, chuckling nervously, his leg bouncing up and down.
âYup.â He murmured, looking back at the girl. âIâm scared as fuck, to be honest. I feel like Iâm gonna screw it up.â
âYouâre not gonna screw it up, Jayj.â She said softly. His heart pounded, he wasnât thinking straight as he looked into her eyes, seemingly seeking comfort in them.
âI hope not.â
âYouâre gonna be a good dad.â She reassured him, he nodded and looked back down at the floor.
âItâs funny, though.â
He looked up again at the girls words, quirking an eyebrow.
âI donât know⌠I always thought that it would be me and you.â
âKie-â
âNo, I know, you were with her even then. But I⌠Iâve always liked you, Jayj. And I canât help but think that at some point, maybe you did too.â She shrugged.
Her eyes met his, her gaze dropping to his lips and back at him. He leaned in slowly, cupping her face, her lips meeting his halfway.
You walked in right at that moment, they didnât seem to notice you, too caught up in each other. She began to straddle him, and they didnât notice you until you let out a quiet whisper.
âJj?â It was pained, his eyes snapping open and looking at you. His eyes went wide, Kiara quickly getting off of him, Jj getting ready to explain.
The nurse sensed this, and opened the door for you to leave, a look of pity on her face.
âY/n, y/n.â He chased after you, his hand meeting your shoulder.
âGet the fuck off of me.â You gritted your teeth at him, the nurse opening your room door for you, he followed you in.
âGet him out. Please.â You whispered to the nurse, both your father and brother sharing confused looks.
ây/n, Iâm sorry- Iâm so sorry, I swear to God, it didnât mean a thing, I was being stupid- and- and I had a few drinks before I came and- fuck, Iâm sorry-â he rambled on, all while being pushed away by security.
You waited until he was gone and she door was closed to let out a sob, your brother furrowing his eyebrows and your dad going to hug you.
âWhat happened?â John B asked you.
âHe- he kissed Kie!â You cried out, your heart shattering. âThis wasnât how it was supposed to happen.â You shook your head feverishly.
John B swallowed the lump in his throat, his fists clenching, eyes blinking slowly. He stood up, pushing his chair back. You watched him leave, your dad attempting to calm him, leaving you all alone in the cold room.
You sobbed even more, your tears staining the fabric of the hospital gown. A sudden burst of pain making you groan out, holding your stomach as you tried to control your breathing.
John B walked outside, JJ was pacing, tugging at his hair, muttering to himself.
âJohn B.â He spoke when he saw him. âYou gotta to know that I didnât wanna hurt her, fuck, I- I didnât want to- I wasnât thinking straight and it didnât mean anything at all-â
âYou kissed Kiara! Nothing you say or do is gonna fix this shit, JJ!â
âI know that! You think I donât know that?!â
âYour girlfriend is pregnant, sheâs been carrying your baby for nine months, and you do this shit while sheâs in labor?â He scoffed.
âI- I love y/n more than anything, you know that!â
âLove?â He scoffed. âYou hurt her. You broke her damn heart.â
âI love her, and I made a stupid fucking decision, I know that, I just want-â
âStupid decision? Oh, youâre such an asshole, you know that?â John B shoved him, JJ grabbing John Bâs collar.
âJohn B-â
JJ was cut off when John B punched him in the jaw, throwing him to the ground. The two tussles on the street before they were pulled away from each other.
John B was allowed back into the hospital, JJ was not, as he was screaming and shouting at the boy.
John B came back to your side, face bloodied and bruised. You sniffled, turning to your brother.
âWhatâd he say?â
John B shook his head. âDonât worry about it right now.â
#jj maybank#jj obx#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank x you#jj maybank x y/n#jj maybank angst#john b routledge x reader#john b#john b x sister!reader#john b x reader#jj mayback x reader#jj x y/n#jj x you#jj x reader#jj maybank drabble#jj maybank x routledge!reader
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HEYY!! i have a req! could you do where like reader dresses up as art for halloween? but like not during the day but when he gets home? like reader is dressed in black and white lingerie? like the top is a white lacy corset and the underwear is black and lacy too?? and when he comes home he just sees the reader and shit goes DOWN! if not its totally okay! make it as long as you want make it as short it doesnât matter! whatever your heart desires! im sorry if this is also to much to ask for! but ily and take your time or dont do it! whatever youd prefer! đŤśđťđŤśđť
Art the Clown x F! reader smut
summary: reader decides to dress up as art for a surprise, but he had other plans.
warnings: smut!, cussing.
it was 9pm, art should be home soon. you look at yourself in the mirror one last time before walking out yalls shared bedroom. you decided today you wanted to dress like him as a surprise. if weâre being technical, your outfit wasnât exactly like his. it was a lingerie version. before he got home you had also cleaned up the house (basically cleaning up after him as usual). you and art have been together for some time now, meaning yalls anniversary is coming up soon, so you thought now would be the perfect time.
you hear the door downstairs creak open, indicating artâs finally home. you miss him every second heâs away from you. you bought him a phone, to text him while heâs away, and not even a week later he broke it. you told him not to put his phone in the bad of sharp objects, but of course he has to be stubborn and do everything his way all the time. you watch art as he shuts the door and places his bag on the side before stripping out of his clown shoes. he must be really tired to take off his shoes right as he enters the house, itâs rare for him to do that. he then grabs his air horn and starts to abuse it, itâs his way of letting you know heâs home. âhi baby! i have a surprise for you but you have to close your eyesss.â he immediately complies and covers his eyes with hands as you walk down the stairs. you tell him no peaking before guiding him to the living room couch, having him take a seat on the sofa. you can see him smiling due to how high his cheeks are raised, making you smile at him. heâs so cute when heâs not out killing, but his evil side also attracts you in a way.
âokay are you ready?â you ask, placing your hands over arts. he nods like a small school boy, eager to see what his surprise is. you start to count down from 3. â3âŚ2âŚ1âŚopen!â he opens his eyes before looking you up and down with the biggest grin known to man. he starts to clap his hands and toot his horn and the sight of you. âiâm you, kinda.â he loves it!! thatâs good, maybe itâll make him not so sleepy. when all of sudden, he stops clapping and his face goes blank. you step back slowly, confused on his sudden change of emotions. you know art is a ticking time bomb, one minute heâs happy the next heâs pissed off and you donât know why. as you were about to ask him whatâs wrong, he gets up from the couch standing directly in front of your face. you feel his hot breath against your nose as he looks down at you. in moments like these, you feel your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach. what if he decides to just bash your fucking brains in, not caring about you or anything anymore. not that he cares about anything right now anyway, but still. he places his left hand on your cheek. your eyes never left his face. you take notice in his facial features, noticing his wrinkles around his eyes and his blonde eyelashes, his little black hat that he always wears on his head. he was handsome when he was serious, but also he was deadly.
he out of nowhere suddenly grabs you and throws you over his shoulder, making you let out a scream. âart!! what the fuck!â youâre then taken upstairs to yâallâs shared room, as he throws you on the bed. he takes this chance to guide his hands down to your legs, before spreading them open for him. art has this problem where he randomly gets horny, but i guess you did wear the costume on purpose or whateverâŚbut thatâs not important right now. you take a look at arts pants, seeing a boner forming. i guess dressing up as him did work. you canât help but crack a smirk at that. youâve been waiting all damn day for this moment, so why not enjoy every bit of it. art then starts kissing you up your neck, you feel him leaving hickeys or at least trying too anyway. you slightly moan feeling his tongue slide over your delicate skin. art takes advantage of this, sliding his hand inside of your panties, immediately attaching his ring and minder finger to your swollen clit. âoh!â
you then put your hands on his back, grabbing the zipper to his costume and unzipping it. âbaby, let me take this off of you.â he ignores your request by pressing his fingers against your clit harder. a couple minutes later and youâre on the edge of your first orgasm of the day. âbaby, iâm gonna cum please donât stop.â he looks at you and cracks that certain smile that lets you know he might stop at any given moment. you beg him not to, wanting to let your orgasm ride out. he finally rolls his eyes and letâs you cum all over his fingers. it feels so good, you canât describe how much pleasure he makes you have. someone so cruel and sick like him has your toes curling and back arching. itâs a blessing and a curse. he slowly removes his hand from your underwear, bringing his fingers to his mouth. he shoves them in, tasting your wetness on his tongue. he acts like youâre some sort of drug, heâs addicted to your pussy, itâs his favorite dessert after a long hard day.
his head somehow was now deep between your legs, licking up your pussy lips. the way his tongue dances on your clit makes you think he needs it. he acts like he does. your head was thrown back into the bed, and it felt so fucking good you couldnât even moan properly. black and white face paint spread all over your inner thighs, but you didnât care. all you cared about was cumming all over his face. âfuck!â you started grinding over his wet mouth, feeling your second orgasm approaching by the second. it was getting to much to the point where your legs started to shake like no other. what type of spell does he have on you? how does he know how to make you cum so fucking fast? you know you have no answers to those questions. you moan his name like a chant, as you finally let yourself go for the second time. your body couldnât take it, you were so sensitive and he knew that.
as youâre trying to calm down from your orgasm, art didnât even give you the time to before he lined his cock up with your entrance. âbaby, i canât take all of this at once.â once again, he ignored you and slide right in. your eyes had a mind of their own as they rolled in the back of your skull. his dick was so good, heâs fucks you like his life depends on it. he knew exactly where your g spot was and always abused that spot each chance he gets. you loved when he marked you as his, the way his cum filled you to the brim and you watched it drip out of you. âyes baby, give it to me! harder!â you moan his name again as skin on skin could be heard from everywhere, his balls slapping your ass. not to long later you feel art slow down his pace, telling you heâs about to cum. you always want him to cum inside so you bring him closer to you than he was already. arts legs started shaking against you. youâre cumming. itâs uncontrollable at this point, feeling your body go limp under him.
you wonder, does he actually know how much you mean to him. does he feel the same way?
hope this was to your liking!! let me know if you enjoyed :)
#slashers#slashers x reader#art the clown#slashers x y/n#art the clown x you#art the clown x reader#terrifier 2#terrifier x reader#art the clown terrifier#terrifier art the clown#smut
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Progress Update - 3/4/24
Hello and happy March!
Itâs been a while, hasnât it? đ
Well, I finally have some good news for you this time: I have some actual news!
I'm happy to be able to announce at last that an update is on its way! Iâve still got some assets to make and code cleanup and testing to finish, but I should finally have something to show you soon.
Iâll put a cut at the end of this and go into more detail about the what and why of what Iâve been working on during this long and unintended hiatus, but the tl;dr is that I hope to have an update out by the end of the month, and that said update will break any saves made in Chapter 4. Unfortunate, but unavoidable, since Chapter 4 had to be recoded from the beginning đ
I just want to thank all of you once again for sticking with me through my extended silence! Especially to my patrons whoâve put up with me putting everything on pause month after month while I dealt with my real life shit, and to everyone whoâs sent me kind and supportive messages to let me know Speaker hasnât been forgotten. It really means a lot to me.
Okay, enough of that sappy shit! Iâm gonna get back to work finishing this up đ Iâll put out another update later this month once I have a more definite release date.
Thank you all for reading! I hope youâre having a fantastic 2024 so far, and that the rest of the week treats you kindly. See yâall soon! đđđ
(For those who want a more detailed breakdown on whatâs been happening and what to expect, hit the readmore)
I wonât go into the personal life stuff Iâve been dealing with this past year that has slowed down my work, but as far as the actual game goes:Â
To put it simply, I just wasnât happy with it. Some of it could be because of how many times I had to reread the same section while I was coding the scenes that wouldâve taken place after the last update, but no matter how much I edited or rearranged it, I didnât like how that scene turned out. There was something⌠formulaic that had been happening with the way I always laid out scenes, and a bit of stagnation in the story, character, and relationship development that bothered me.
So I rewrote it. And when I still didnât like it, I rewrote it again. And I still didnât like it. I thought about scrapping the whole thing on more than one occasion as I struggled to get out of the corner Iâd written myself into.
Inspiration finally struck at the beginning of this year, thanks in part to another interactive novel I follow, and I really like the direction Iâve taken it now.Â
Instead of the RO split scenes happening where the last one left off, Speaker, Seer, and Gavin are gonna have a chat about Things⢠to move the next story arc forward. Then Speaker will get some downtime, by themself at first and then in an extended scene split with the RO of their choosing.Â
All the Big Plot Things that were going to happen in Chapter 4 will be moved to Chapter 5 instead, and 4 will be a bit more of a filler episode. A deep breath before the plunge, as it were.
This split wonât just be a quick conversation/reaction from the RO, but a full on different direction for the rest of the chapter based on who you choose. Most of them will involve leaving the house; all of them will involve actual one-on-one time (or one-on-two time, as the case may be) away from the others. And though romance isnât required, all of them will have the potential to really move the romance forward if you so choose. One or two might even have a lock-in choice (maybe. Iâm not 100 percent on that, so donât hold me to it)Â
These scenes wonât be in the next update, because theyâre all very complex, but the update will definitely have the Seer chat and at least some of the by-yourself stuff. The update after will have the rest of the alone time stuff (including the clothes/body CC youâve all been waiting for), and then the one after will start the RO scenes. I think.
I may actually split the RO scenes into separate updates, and let my darlings over at Patreon vote for the order theyâre released. That way I can focus on one at a time instead of trying to split my attention six ways at once.
Okay, thatâs enough rambling for me today. Time to get back to work! Still got a lot to get done before this is ready, but itâs so close now.
#speaker game#progress update#so happy to finally have some progress to update about XD#maybe I can finally start answering some asks again too and fully resurrect this poor blog
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There's a first for everything - JJ Maybank Ă fem!reader
summary: JJ finally manages to convince his girlfriend y/n to peg him, and this is their first time trying it out
word count: 1k
warnings: smut, pegging, toy use/strap on, power play (minorly), light fluffy moments, subby!JJ
author's note: this is my first time ever writing this so I hope it goes well and you guys like it.
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   âI thought about it,â you announce while walking into the Château, and JJ's head perks up, a big anticipating smile on his face.Â
   âAnd the verdict?âÂ
   âYou have to promise to not make it weird, and to not pressure me. Because, truly, I don't know if I can do this. But I'll try, because I love you,â you finish, and he jumps up to hug you and kiss your face all over.Â
   âThank you. Thank you. Thank you!â exclaims in between kisses and picks you up to twirl you around.Â
   âOkay, calm down, we don't even have anything to work with. Let's go shopping,â you shake your head with a smile on your lips.Â
   Three hours later, you are back home and try to get ready without feeling a little weird about it. JJ is in the bathroom to follow the instructions the employee at the sex store gave him. As it turns out, he didn't really think much of it when he proposed it to you. He thought it was just as easy as normal sex, but he was wrong. And while he cleans himself thoroughly, you watch yourself in the mirror, putting on the lace underwear set and the strap on. It does look funny, you think, and just moments later you catch yourself posing in front of the mirror and playing around with the dildo that you have strapped to your pelvis.Â
   âLast time I did that, I was nine,â JJ chuckles while walking in, and you whip around to look at him standing in the doorway of your shared room. A towel around his hips and his toned chest glistening with drops of water from the shower. His hair lazily hanging into his face and a smirk on his lips.Â
   âI never had a dick strapped to my body before, leave me alone,â you laugh, but blush nevertheless.Â
   âYou don't know how much I love you, not just because you agreed to try this,â he rasps and pulls you to his chest, but the toy pokes against the tight towel, and you have to turn your hips for the hug to feel a bit more normal again.Â
   âYours is still way prettier than mine, although mine is blue. I love blue,â you giggle and look down at the toy for probably the millionth time since putting it on.Â
   âIf you were a guy, you'd definitely have the prettiest cock in the world, princess,â JJ whispers and you bite your lip.Â
   âReally?âÂ
   âI'm certain of it. And I'd love you still.âÂ
   âGood. I think I'd love you too if I was a guy. I'd also love you if I was a guy and you were a girl. Maybe that's odd,â you want to ponder it for a bit, but JJ kisses all those big thoughts away in a single second.Â
   âReady?â he asks, and you nod, letting go of him and pulling him into bed with you.
   âHow do you want me?â You ask, and JJ seems uniquely unsure for someone who proposed the idea in the first place.Â
   âUhm⌠I meanâŚâÂ
   âWant me to handle it?â you giggle and he nods.Â
   âPlease handle me, princess,â his voice is deep and seductive.Â
   âLie down,â you order, and he does as he's told, letting you kiss yourself down his body; from his lips over his neck and throat, down his chest and over his happy trail until your teeth bite down on the towel and pull on it.Â
   âFuck!â JJ hisses as you tear the fabric off of him. His dick is already hard and leaking, oh so pretty for you, but you can't focus on it. You can't let it cloud your mind as you are trying to find the courage to fuck your boyfriend.Â
   âWhat if it hurts?â You ask quickly after having covered the silicone in lube.Â
   âGo slow, I guess,â JJ smiles as he lies before you, legs spread and cock ready. You line yourself up and look deep into his eyes while pushing into his tight hole.Â
   âShit! Fuck!â JJ almost screams and you halt.Â
   âAre you okay? Do I stop? Should we try another time?â you ask frantically.Â
   âNo, no. No, please don't. Keep going, baby. You're doing great,â he praises you, and you nod again. And after the first few inches have vanished inside him, it gets easier.Â
   âFuck, baby, I feel like I'm about to bust,â he moans, although you haven't even moved yet, you remain buried deep in his ass.Â
   âWant me to find out how much I can make you cum?â you smirk and he nods rapidly.Â
   âPlease, fuck. Fuck me, baby,â JJ cries out, and it gets only worse as you pull out halfway and slam back into him, just like he usually does to you. And the more you fuck him the easier it gets, using his own techniques, that you knew by heart, against him.Â
   âGonna cum, y/n,â JJ grunts, and a second later his cum spills all over his stomach. It's beautiful to know how hard you can make him cum just like that and this power you have over him makes you eager.
   Quickly, you pull out and make him turn around. Kneeling before you, you start fucking him again, harsher and faster than before. You're no longer scared to hurt him, and only care about the adrenaline rush that is coursing through you. Youâve never thought that fucking your boyfriend up the ass would turn out to be something you'd ever enjoy, but now that youâve started, you know that you're not gonna be able to stop doing it to him.Â
   The best part isn't even making him cum as many times as you desire, but the sounds he lets out for you, noises no one else is capable of eliciting from him. Or the picture of him arching his back for you to hit deeper inside him. But most of all, itâs how deliciously fucked out he looks after you're done with him, and you understand why he gets so cocky over his capabilities when it comes to your body.
please don't copy and/or post my work onto other platforms! ~eŠho
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in which jude is your best friend, or well, was. hes much more now
word count - 1.3K
watch it - arguments, yelling. happy ending tho hehe
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âCan you grab my purse? I left it in the back seat."Â
Jude looks up from his phone at the doorway and gives you a nod, âYeah gimme a sec, i got it.â
You send him a smile and thanks before taking your shoes off and relaxing on his couch. Today was an impromptu hang out, practice ended early and the personal trainer was out, so this was one of the few days Jude had to relax.
He still wanted to spend it with you, even after you told him he should use the opportunity to nap or just relax in his room.Â
'What's the point if I can't bother you at the same time ?' was all he said.Â
so you caved and got ready for him to pick you up, soon to raid his fridge or find another movie to watch. (which you always end up talking over but that's okay. It's the thought that counts. you even have your own Netflix profile on his tv !)
Your phone goes off and you're pleasantly surprised to find it's the man you met a few days ago. You caught his eye and he politely approached you while you were on a little coffee run. a treat after a bad few days.Â
You smile when you text your date back confirmation. Dinner date this Saturday how exciting !
Jude comes back with your purse in hand, sliding it on the table your way before crashing into your side.Â
"Jesus Jude- my god- you're too big to be doing that. you're gonna kill me someday." you sputter.
"no, it's good to keep you on your toes." he giggles while smothering himself into your side
you groan trying to get him off before resorting to kicking him off with your legs.Â
he yells before hitting the ground, "Im worth too much for you to be throwing me around what the hell."
"you started it! you're so annoying, oh my god."
he narrows his eyes before getting up and sitting a far distance away from you, for safety.Â
he puts on a movie and continues to sulk while you roll your eyes.Â
âOh by the way I'm gonna have to cancel saturday. âÂ
âWhat, why ? What happened?âÂ
âI have a dinner date that day ! isn't that exciting.â
Jude only scowls at you, unimpressed. âYou're canceling, over a man. First of all, why is this the first time I'm hearing about this guy. And why didn't you tell him you were busy and just pick a different day.â
âSaturday is his only day off. I don't know why you're so mad.â You frown.Â
âSaturday afternoon is my only afternoon off.â
âJude. Why are you being so childish?â
âI don't know because you're putting some guy you just met before me, your best friend.â
âHe's not just some guy I think we could really be something. Why do you have to be so protective of me? I'm not 5 oh my god.â
âIt's not just that it's that you're canceling our hangout for him.â
âWe always hang out-â
âExactly so I don't know why you're jumping so quickly to change it over some dick.â
âIm not like that and you fucking know it. You of all people should know that this is a chance I don't want to miss out on just because we order food and stare at a tv for hours on saturdays.â
âOh so that's all it is to you. Staring at a tv.â Jude rolls his eyes.
âIt's not like that, I love hanging out with you. "
" I just don't understand why you're suddenly so eager to see anyone right now . I can't make any plans with anyone without you storming down here and telling me it's a waste of time. " He sighsÂ
You stare at him in disbelief. âBecause you have a career ?? i don't give two shits who you talk to, but I can't let you make dumb decisions. I will always be your best friend, that's my job and nothing more."
"That's why this is so frustrating,â He waves his hands in the air aimlessly, âDo you even know what you're saying to me?"
"You're not making sense." You shake your head.Â
 âI don't want to fight with you, I just don't understand why you're acting so selfish.â
âThat's your problem, you act like I'm doing something wrong instead of being happy for me."
âYou dont fucking get it do you oh my god I dont know how to be any more clear with you so you can get It.â
You don't say anything, choosing not to read any deeper into his words and instead watch the rest of the movie in silence. You don't have it in you to argue with him anymore. You care for him, truly. He's your best friend and you couldn't be happier or more proud to be able to have him by your side.Â
But there's always that prickle of feeling that lays within you. A prickle of yearning, a wanting for more. You're not blind by any means, Jude is a handsome man and he's grown into his features better than you expected.Â
You don't know if it's just delusion, but there's always a base layer of tension between you too. Always a second away from something going too far and it leading where it probably shouldn't.Â
But you know it's deeper than a what if for you. You've found a good friend in him and somewhere along the way you've drifted to less than only platonic feelings. But you also know the way Jude is, the way he acts and talks is just that. Not meant to be read deeper and you dont let anything get your hopes up anymore.Â
It's the reason why you said yes to that guy in the first place, so you can hopefully stop crushing on your best friend and move on.
Your over-thinking soon passes the time and you find yourself in an awkward quiet that neither of you want to break in fear of more arguing. But Jude takes the risk.
"I'm sorry," he mumbles.
"For what Jude? "
"For how I acted, and what I said. It was an asshole move to assume you're only gonna meet him for dick when I know you aren't like that. And for acting like you can only hang out with me. I'm sorry.â
You sit there silently, not saying a word.Â
He turns to face you almost desperately, âYou're my best friend you really are. I care about you, more than anyone else. And i just- fuck it. Youâve given me some of the most precious moments of my life, but I think Iâd be a better boyfriend if youâd let me, friends just doesnât do justice to what I feel for you anymore.â
You stand up and walk over to him, standing between his legs and placing his hands in yours, gently smiling.
âPlease say something.â He whispers.Â
âI can't think of anything I want more than for you to be mine Jude.â
He jumps at that, bringing you flush to his chest, âWhat about the guy on saturday?â âI'm obviously going to cancel and tell him I'm no longer available.â
âGood.â He smiles. There is a moment where his gaze focuses on your lips and you can feel your face blush at the newfound attention.
âCan I, kiss you ?â He breathes
You give a nod, and no sooner do his hands gently cup your face, his lips meeting yours.
#jude bellingham#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham x you#jude x you#jude x reader#jude bellingham imagine#jude bellingham fluff#jude bellingham headcanons#jude fluff#football fanfic#football imagine#football headcanon
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finding excuses to be alone with each other - Buddie
hi, and thank you! sorry this has taken a while, and also i have no explanation for why i decided to write new year's eve fic in june. BUT: here you are!
a stolen moment
1200 words | buddie | developing relationship | secret relationship | kissing | fluff
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There are too many people at this party.
Normally, this isn't something Buck would even think to complain about. Maddie and Chim are hosting, since Bobby and Athena are still living out of a tiny one-bedroom while work continues on their house, and Hen and Karen are still trying to get Mara settled back at homeâNew Year's parties are apparently not conducive to a quiet, predictable bedtime routine, and the Wilson family unit will probably be heading out well before the ball drops anywayâand nobody else has even close to enough room. It's still packed to the brim, overflowing onto the back patio, clusters of people chatting over drinks in the kitchen while the kids have taken over the living room TV for a vicious Mario Kart showdown that Chris is currently winning. Maddie's in the back bedroom putting Jee down for bedtime, and Chim is holding court over the dessert table, and it's allâgreat, honestly, it's great. It's awesome, having his family here, and happy, and together under the same roof after the year they've all had.
He glances up and meets Eddie's eye from across the dining room. Gets a quick smile in return. Eddie's cheeks are pink, maybe from the warmth, maybe from the two glasses of wine he's had, since Buck will be the one driving them home. He's wearing a green Henley that Buck knows is exactly as soft as it looks and worn-in jeans that mold lovingly to the lines of his thighs as he leans back against the door frame, and it's all pretty distressing, honestly. Buck's hands are itching to touch.
When he meets Eddie's eyes again, Eddie is grinning broadly. Caught, Buck ducks his head. He's blushing, he knows, and he doesn't have the excuse of the wine.
They're keeping it to themselves, at least for now. That was the decision they both made after Eddie kissed him in the loft two nights ago, after Buck kissed him back, after they didn't actually manage to make it all the way up to the bed and ended up on the couch instead, gasping into each other's mouths, fumbling and eager as teenagers. They're keeping it to themselves until Eddie figures out how he's going to tell Chris. He's skittish about that still, and Buck isn't going to push. So he'll probably be sleeping on the fold-out couch tonight instead of in Eddie's bed, and he's not going to kiss Eddie in the middle of the party, no matter how much he wants to.
It's okay. They have time.
"Hey, didn't someone bring dessert plates?" Chim calls from the kitchen. "Please tell me someone brought dessert plates, we're all out of the big ones and I'm really not up for doing dishes tonight."
Ah, shit. Right. That was Buck's job. He's pretty sure he did pick some up, actually, but they're probably still out in the Jeep, which is parked somewhere in the snarl of cars crowding the Han driveway and pulled off to the side of the street in front of their lawn.
"I got 'em," he calls, setting his soda down.
"My hero," Chim retorts, only half-teasing by his tone. Buck rolls his eyes and goes to find his shoes.
He doesn't realize that Eddie is following him until he's already slipped them on in the entry hall, a few steps away from the party. "What's up?"
Eddie shrugs, guileless, and crouches down to retrieve his shoes as well. "Figured I'd help you."
"You figured you'd help meâŚ. bring in a package of paper plates?"
"Yeah," Eddie says innocently, but there's a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, and god, Buck really wants to kiss him.
"Okay," he agrees instead, and pulls open the door. Eddie follows him out into the night, cool and dim even with Christmas lights still lit up all down the street. There's a dampness to the air that feels like rain; it's not that cold, but it's enough of a contrast to the warm house that a shiver goes through him. Eddie falls into step beside him, then reaches for his hand.
Buck shivers again, for reasons that have nothing to do with the cold this time. Eddie's hand is warm and broad, and he strokes his thumb lightly against Buck's, lighting up nerve endings he didn't even know he had.
It's such a small thing. But they've never actually done this yet. It all feels so new, sparkling like fireworks through his veins.
"Okay?" Eddie asks, and Buck realizes that he's stopped walking.Â
"Yeah," he says. He's not doing a very good job of keeping the smile off his face, or out of his voice, but Eddie's got the exact same dopey smile on his face, so it's fine. They weave through the cars to where Buck's Jeep is parked, close enough to the street that they'll probably be able to get out without playing vehicle Tetris. Far enough from the house that they're shielded from view by Bobby's truck parked alongside them, so he's not all that surprised when Eddie lets go of his hand only to push him gently against the side of the Jeep and kiss him.
He gets lost in that for a little bit. The heat of Eddie's mouth, his hands moving from Buck's shoulders to cradle his jawâhe did that the first time, too. Held Buck like he's holding him now, like he's something precious and worth treating with care, and Buck's already hooked on it. He slides his hand up Eddie's back, feeling the warmth of him, to cup the back of his neck as Eddie licks into his mouth with leisurely sweetness, like he's got all the time in the world to kiss Buck just like this on the sidewalk on New Year's Eve.
Sooner or later, someone's going to come looking for them. It still takes a while for Buck to break the kiss, and when Eddie tugs lightly at his lower lip with his teeth before pulling away, he almost dives back in again. Almost.
"We should probably get back to the party," he says, very reluctantly.
"Yeah," Eddie sighs. He leans in and kisses Buck again, a sweeter, softer thing before leaning past him to open the door. Buck ducks into the back seat to retrieve the package of plates and the bottle of wine they forgot to bring in earlier, and when he straightens up, Eddie is watching him. He looksâhesitant, almost. Nervous. He looks the way he looked two days ago, right before he kissed Buck.
"What's up?" Buck asks.
"I want to tell Chris," Eddie says, all in a rush. "Maybe notâright now, at the party, but when we get home, I want to tell him. About us."
Buck takes a quick, sharp breath. "Are you sure?"
"I've never been as sure about anything in my life as I am about you."
"Eddie."
"It's the truth. AndâI want him to know. Even if it's an adjustment, even if it takes some time toâI want him to know. I want everyone to know. If that's okay with you."
"Eddie," Buck says again, and then, "yeah, yeah of course it's okay."
"Good," Eddie says, with a sudden, brilliant smile. And wellâChim can wait a few more minutes for his paper plates. Buck sets them down and pulls Eddie back in.
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One Direction - Health Scare
Summary: When the workload leads to a medical emergency, the boys are there to take care of you.
Word Count: 941
CW: seizure, hospitals
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Being in One Direction is a dream come true.
Itâs also the hardest thing youâve ever done in your life. The work is incredibly fun, but also extremely grueling. You have expectations on you for every waking minute. Thereâs hardly time for a break or rest.
When you do sleep, itâs often on a bus, and never quite as restful as you hope.Â
Halfway through the current tour, you begin to really feel the exhaustion. Not only are you and the boys doing a show nearly every day, but youâre also recording the next album. On the rare occasions when you have a night in a hotel, youâre often woken up to re-record something.
You can tell youâre not the only one who is getting run down, but you also feel like the boys are handling it better than you are.Â
So you keep quiet, not wanting to complain to them when they all have their own stuff going on as well.
What you donât know is how theyâve noticed how drained you are, and have talked amongst them about it. Theyâre worried, but they have no clue how to help. So they try to take care of you in subtle ways.
Liam is always making sure you have water or some sort of power drink, reminding you how important it is to stay hydrated.
Niall gets you food any time he grabs some for himself. Heâd noticed you would skip meals on occasion and decided he couldnât allow that on his watch.
Zayn asks you to meditate with him, saying that he does better with a partner. You donât realize that he often does this when youâre most stressed, and he really wants to get you to take a minute to breathe.Â
Louis gets into shenanigans, making you laugh and reminding you that not everything needs to be serious all the time.Â
Harry asks you to hang on the couch with him on the rare times you get breaks. Heâll wrap an arm around you and tell a story. Sometimes you sit and listen, sometimes you take a power nap. Either way heâs happy to help you get some rest whenever possible.
But all of that isnât enough. Thereâs something going on in your body that no one can see. You start to get dizzy, and these spells become more frequent.
Each of the boys have caught you more than once at this point, always helping you sit down to make sure you donât get hurt. Their worry heightens every time this happens.
And then things get worse.
Itâs early morning, and you had yet another fitful night of sleep on the bus. You head to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, and find Harry and Liam already there. They wish you a good morning, and you go to say the same, but find yourself unable to form words. Thatâs when your world goes dark.
Harry rushes to break your fall, and notices this isnât like the other dizzy spells. Before he gets you safely to the ground you begin to shake in his arms.
âOh my god,â Liam says. âSheâs having a seizure. Get her on her side, quickly!â The two of them move you, cushioning your head and making sure thereâs nothing nearby you can hit as you continue to have convulsions.Â
The other three boys rush into the kitchen, having heard Liam shouting.Â
âWhat the hell is going on?â Louis asks.
Liam is quick to explain, saying, âSheâs having a seizure. Louis, call an ambulance, Niall call management and tell them whatâs going on. Zayn get the driver to pull over.â They all do as theyâre told while Harry continues to support you. After nearly two minutes, the seizing stops, but youâre still quite out of it.Â
You donât fully come to for a while, and by that point youâre in the hospital, Harry by your side and security standing by the door.Â
âHey there,â Harry says. âHow are you feeling?â
âUhm, okay I think?â you reply. âWhat happened?âÂ
âYou had a seizure. Scared the shit out of us,â he answers with a chuckle, letting you know heâs not actually mad.
âSorry about that.â
âHey, donât apologize. We just want to figure out whatâs going on with you and help you get better, okay?â
Before you can answer, a doctor walks in. She introduces herself and asks you a bunch of questions. When she asks if you know where you are you reply, âUnfair question, I never know where I am.â Your cheeky reply letâs Harry know youâre feeling better, and you share a smile at the inside joke.Â
After a full workup youâre discharged with orders to see a neurologist. The other boys are waiting, somewhat impatiently, for you to get back to them. Youâre informed that the upcoming week of shows have been postponed so you can rest, and you know that the boys fought hard to make that happen.Â
You spend the week in a hotel, and though you each have your own room, everyone piles into yours. They watch you for any signs that youâre about to have another seizure, and Liam goes with you to your neurologist appointment in order to fill the doctor in on everything that happened.Â
You donât have answers yet, but you find that youâre not worried. Not when you have the biggest support team there to take care of you. And though your job is hard, and at times overwhelming, you wouldnât trade it for the world. Not when it led you to find the people who will be there for you, no matter what.
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AN: Hope you enjoyed the final One Direction ficlet! Full series and longer oneshots are coming soon!
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