#HER BLUSH.. bangs my fist against wall

[tamaharu]

gnashing my teeth im sorry haley im wary about downloading polyam mods right now while all the updates get settled wait for me

[ciaoteamo]

Milk and Water (Pt. I)

pairings: doppelgänger!Milkman x fem!Reader

summary: One of the newest residents’ very first doppelgänger comes in, trying to sway you into to letting them in. Will you..?

pt.II

art credit (twt: loafuu_chii)

warning: 18+ content

“…what’s the story behind your um… ears(?)” You ask the doppelgänger before you. It was a clone of one of your favorite neighbors actually, her name was Maria.

A woman around your age that you became really close friends with over the few months of you working here.

“@&! !$?&” The doppelgänger let out a series of sounds.

“right, so give me one second” You press the bright red button next to the window and the steel blinds shut with a blaring alarm sound.

You call D.D.D. and they clean up their mess per usual. You once again, you were just thankful you didn’t have to work on that side of the glass.

You check your wrist watch, and happily sigh at the fact that you only had one more hour left to work.

“ mmm, someone’s eager to go home i see” A familiar voice speaks up.

“oh, Mr. Francis” You give the man a polite grin. He gave you a sly one in return. You knew it wasn’t him off the bat. Francis was usually shy towards you, making you want to tease him into blushing whenever you saw him.

Well, you suppose you could kill two birds with one stone. Flirt with the doppelgänger of your crush, and have some entertainment.

“how are you pretty girl” He asks, sliding an I.D. and sheet through the slot.

You examine the documents and identification and beam a smile up at him.

“the date on the I.D. is a little expired hun” You declare. He lets out a small chuckle and leans a little toward the glass.

“mmm, been busy with the milk business, love. must’ve slipped my mind to renew it” He replied. His eyes were low but he still held his sly grin. You leaned back in your chair, with a bored look on your face.

“you’re not like my Francis” You huff and tilt your head with a disappointed look.

His grin faltered and he stepped closer. His breathing had quickened a bit and he took off his hat. “who knows, i could be better” He suggests.

Now that his confidence had depleted a little, you were growing bored of him. You checked the time again and you had 45 minutes left.

“well i’ve gotta get you moving now. it was nice to see such a handsome face though, so thank you” You beam and reach for the button

“you don’t want to do this, trust me” He states with a warning tone. This wasn’t unusual, getting threats after realizing they’re doppelgängers, but being that this one was this aware… they must be evolving.

“and why would i trust you?” You ask out of curiosity.

“i mean look at me” He smirks, one arm leaned against the top of the window. His irises turned from their chocolate brown and into an empty pure white.

“hm” You nod and press the button.

“(Y/N)!” He roared with what you assume was his fist banging the glass.

You call D.D.D. and wait for them to clean their mess, again.

The steel blind begins to lift and you sit back in your seat, checking your watch again but noticed the new pink lighting that shone in.

You furrow your eyebrows and look up in horror as you see blood streaks on the window in thick, and dripping amounts. You jump out of your chair and put your back against the wall.

About 5 D.D.D. workers were piled up, bloody and battered in the corner of the room, and there the doppelgänger was.

Staring at you.

His eyes were low, his shirt was torn, revealing his pecs and the start of his abdomen. He was panting with his (surprisingly still) neat hair and an almost psychotic expression.

“oh no…” He starts with a laugh, still breathing heavily.

“what did you do..?” You cover your mouth with your hand.

“it’s what you did. you got me all riled up.”

He looks down for a brief moment and you swear you hear a zip. He holds his tie and the end of his tattered shirt in his mouth and looks up at you with knitted eyebrows.

His breath fogging up the window as he asks you. Looking like a poor starving puppy. “will you let me in now…? I need your help…” He slightly groaned.

“…what. the. fuck.”

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Heyyy, hope your doing well.

Is it ok if I request switch!april switch!mikey and lee!donnie.April is spending time with mIkey while painting a mural somewhere... and they get into a tickle fight in which donnie gets dragged in.. If that's cool with you :D

~ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘!!! 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 😌🫶🏾…𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎. 𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 👏🏾💗💖💓💘˚*•✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟷𝟺𝟺

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜 

𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜: 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 👩🏾‍🦱💚 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝! 𝚂𝚘, 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙶𝚂𝚂𝚂: @shut-up-jo @itzsana-kiddingmenow @aceofspades-doodles

@ziipzeepzop-eez @someone1348 @rice-cake-teen10

@savemeafruitjuice @cedarrthefluffylee @mistyandsnow @tmntstayheadforever

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚑 >:]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝙲 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾‼️˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Pfft…Mikey you actually suck at this…” April said, stifling a giggle as she glided a paintbrush up and down her little brother’s shell. 

The smaller teen shrieked at the sudden contact, his giggles bouncing off his room’s walls, “R-Riri plehehease…!” The youngest giggled, squirming slightly as he dug his feet into the carpet. 

“Just say a word!” The elder said, “Literally any word that reminds you of this feeling!” 

“Ihihi daha— squeak dohon’t knohohow!!” The younger squealed out as he kicked his legs from underneath his elder sibling, “Ahaprihil plehease juhuhust stahahap!”

“I can’t 'stahahap' unless you tell me, bro! How does this paintbrush against your shell feeeeeel?” The girl emphasized as she swirled her paintbrush where Mikey’s shell met his plastron. 

“I cahahan’t— squeak pfftahahah!!!” The orange banded turtle cried as he arched his back, kicking his legs desperately from underneath his older sibling. 

“Just say a single word, little brother. Aren’t you the one who wanted to help me with my art project~?” The green cladded teenager asked smugly.

Michelangelo blushed, hugging a nearby pillow to his face as his muffled laughs echoed around the room, “I-I dihid buhuhut Ihi dihihindn’t know ihit would be soho tihiHICKLY—?! NAHAHEEEK!!! SqueakAHAPRIL NAHAT squeak THEHEHERE!!!” The light scarlet eyed mutant squawked as his sister started to gently scratch at his lower shell with her nails. 

The human raised an innocent brow, her fingernails dancing across the other, “I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just tracing your shell to help you think!” 

“PLEHEASE PLEHEASE squeak REEREEHEE!!!” The paint loving turtle squealed, banging his fists in the floor, “OKAHAY OKAHAHAY!! F-FLUHUHUTTERY! IHIT FEEHEELS FLUTTERY!!” He laughed, letting out a sigh of relief as his sister got off of him, writing down the word he basically just screamed. 

“Fluttery…I like it!” The elder mused, going back and tracing the other’s shell with the brush. 

“M-Myhy gaHAHAD squeal Ihi hahate yohou…” The youngest murmured as he buried his face into the pillow more.

April held back an amused laugh, scritching her nails along the mutant’s upper shell, “Hate is a strong word, little buddy. But to refresh your memory, I’m doing a poetry art project so I need you to come up with a few…artsy word’s for me. And besides~: you’re in a mood…so you shouldn’t really be complaining all that much. I get my project done and you get tickled…it’s a win-win!”

Mikey huffed begrudgingly, blushing as his sibling basically just called him out…

The box turtle was a kind soul! A very kind soul in fact! 

So when his dear big sister texted that she needed help with her art project, Michelangelo was more than thrilled to lend a hand.

That was until he was told that April’s class was working on collages…and were given a single word to get inspired by and base their art piece off of how it made them and the people around them feel…

…And you want to know what his sister’s word was…?

Laughter.

“Your soho meeheean…” The youngest groaned loudly through his giggles. 

“I’m not being mean if you like iiiit~!” The elder giggled, causing the box turtle’s blush to deepen, “NO!NOHO TEHEHEEASING!” The younger one squawked, “PRIHILLIE WEEHEE HAD AHA DEEHEEAL!” 

“Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t help myself.” She said as she scribbled her youngest brother’s hips, “Y'know…I think I can add a couple more words to the list...”

“Whahat ohOTHER wohords?” Mikey asked. 

“Cute, adorable, sweet, lovable—” April listed.

“SHUHUT UHUP SHUHAHA— squeal SHUHUT. IHIT.” The scarlet eyed teen said, kicking his legs more now from underneath the other.

“But you are~!”

“NAHAH— squeak GOHAHA AHA— squeak AWAHAY!!” 

“But I can’t~! I need more words for my collage!” 

“THEHEN THIHINK OHOHOF SOHOME YOHOURSELF YOHOU FOUR EYED MOHOTHER— squeak FUHUHUCKER!!!”

The elder snickered as she lightly traced the sides of her little brother’s ribs, “Woowww…cursing me out…calling me names…it’s almost like you want me to go here…”

The orange banded teen let out a tiny but mighty scream at the new sensation at the back of his ribs, trying to get off of the floor, but alas, was stopped as April sat on the back of his lower shell once again, “YOHOU— SQUEAL!! AHAHAPRIL WEEHEE SQUEAK CAHAN TAHAHALK SQUEAK ABOHOUT THIS SQUEAK PLEHEASE!!” 

“I’m hearing lots of words not having to do with my collage~!” The girl in glasses said in a sing-song voice as she pinched up and down his ribs. “NAHAH— squeak squeal GAHAHAD WHYHYHY?!” The youngest cackled. 

“Because you legit asked me to?” The elder grinned evilly as she started to slowly count every single one of her little brother’s ribs now, “Duh~!”

“E-EEEHEEP! PLAHAHEASE NAHAT THAT NAHAT THAHAT NAHAT THAHAHAT!!!” Michelangelo screamed, hugging his middles as tears of mirth appeared in his eyes. 

“Not what~?”

“OKAHAY! SQUEAL OKAHAHAY!! YOHOHOU SQUEAL CAHAN PUHUT SQUEAK MEHERRY, JOHOHOLLY, FUHUNNY, LIHIHIVELY AHAND SWEEHEET NOHOHOW PLAHAHEASE!!!” The box turtle absolutely squealed. 

“There we go~! See? It wasn’t that hard.” April smirked, patting the other’s shoulder as she got up and added the five words on her paper. “Ihi feeheel lihihike I juhust gohohot bahahack frohom aha war…” Michelangelo groaned as he wiped his eyes to clear the happy tears streaming down his face.

“Oh, you’re fine.” April said as she rolled his eyes fondly, writing down the words Mikey said on the clipboard. The youngest stretched him arms, getting up and peering over the older’s shoulder, “Buhut anywahay’s, hohow mahahany mohore words do yohou need?”

“Five.” The elder said casually.

“FIVE?!” Michelangelo repeated in complete and utter awe, “How many words do yohou freaking neeheed?!”

“Five.” The older repeated, “The number in total was originally supposed to be ten but Mrs. Anderson said if I add one more to the required word count I’d get extra credit.”

“…Why do you always have to pick extra credit?” The orange cladded mutant whined, flopping on his bed as he looked at the ceiling.

“Because why not?” The elder huffed, “Now come over here! I need five more words on how laughter makes you…feel.” She said dramatically, putting a hand over her forehead for a theatrical effect. 

“Yeah, yeah...“ The light scarlet eyed teen uninterestingly said, “But you come over here; I don’t feel like lying on my carpet anymore.”

“Pfft— okay, your majesty.” The glasses wielding human snickered, sitting next to her brother on his bed. And without warning, the smaller teenager wrapped her in a hug from behind with one hand while the other slipped under her shirt and scribbled all over her bare stomach.  

“AUUGH! Y-YOU’RE HAHAHANDS ARE F-FUHUCKING FREEZING!!!” April seethed before bursting out into loud and contagious cackles, “AHHAHA— squeak! WAHAIT! WHAHAT THEHEHE FAHACK!?” She squealed. 

“Aww~! Look at you giggling up a storm~!” The smaller teen smiled, “Your laugh is beyond adorbs, Riri.” 

“STAHAP IHIT! YOHOHOU PEICE AHAHOF— squeal! NOHOH!” The older cried, kicking her legs in an attempt to escape which only caused the youngest to tickle harder. 

The human girl threw her head back; completely lost in her own squeals and shrieks. “Soooooo~! About those words~!” The youngest teased. 

“NAHAHAHAA— YOHOU LIHITTLE BRAHAHAT!!” The green cladded girl shouted. 

“I don’t think 'brat' or 'little' goes with the word 'laughter', Prillie...” Mikey giggled.

Oho revenge was sweet…

…So so sweet.

“YOHOU— hic! STAHAHAP IHIHIT NOHOHOW!!!” The girl in green giggly threatened. 

“No can do, big sis!” The youngest said as innocently as he could, “I need you to tell me how laughing makes you feel~! What do you feel right now~?”

“NO YOHOU— hic GAHAHAH! STAHAP IT— squeak!” April howled, “FIHINE! FLUHUHUTTERY! IHI FEEHEEL FLUHUTTERY!!” 

“I already said that.” The orange themed turtle hummed, getting his hand out of the other’s shirt and squeezing her thigh mercilessly.  

“MIHIHI— hic FAHAHACK— hic! O-OKAHAHAY!! GIHIGGLY?!”

“Four more woooords~?”

“NOOOHOHOH! DUHUHUDE YOHOUHAH— squeal!”

“I can’t stop unless you give me four more words~! Come on, big sis~! Just four more words~!” Michelangelo taunted, using both of his hands to knead the other’s hips. “GYAHAH!!! M-MYHYHY GAHASH!! FIHIHINE! JOHOY?!” The girl offered as she kicked and thrashed.

The younger teen nodded, “Three more~!”

“REEHEELAHAHAXED?!” 

“Two more~!” 

April let out a loud squeal, getting out of the hug as she lightly hit the other on the upside of his head, “Ahand trihiumphant.” She huffed, writing down the four words she said. 

The light scarlet eyed mutant rolled his eyes, looking over her shoulder once more, “How do you feel 'triumphant' when you’re laughing??? That doesn’t even make any sense…”

“Yohou dohon’t mahahake ahany sense.” The girl with glasses retorted as she stuck her tongue out at her little brother; which the little brother in question gladly copied.

Then suddenly and abruptly, Donnie walked into the bedroom, leaning on the doorframe as he knocked on the wall, “Hello, Michael and Prillie. I’ve come to inform you two that Raph has obtained us some rice and peas and jerk chicken for dinner.”

April and Mikey turned their attention to the softshell as he leaned on the doorway, “…Where did Raphie get the food from?” The box turtle asked suspiciously. 

“Oh…well, he and Leo made it.” Donatello grimaced, shrinking slightly as he saw his younger brother’s face start to form in anger, “They cleaned up after themselves— I promise. I supervised.” The light golden eyed mutant assured.

The light scarlet eyed teen rolled his eyes, going over towards his door, “I’ll be the judge of that.” He huffed, going to march towards the door but was halted by April as she gave him the clipboard. “Oh Dee~? Before we go eat, do you mind answering a quick question for me?” The eldest asked innocently.

“Uhm…okay?” The purple banded teenager said as he fully walked into the room, closing the door, “What’s the question?” 

“How does laughing make you…feel?” April asked.

The softshell blinked once in confusion, “…What?”

“How does laughing make you…feel?” Mikey repeated.

“I…don’t understand the question.” Donnie chuckled in amusement, “How does it make me…feel…?” He repeated to himself as he scratched his head, “I…feel joy when I laugh, I suppose.” 

“Anything else?” The girl in glasses emphasized, sneakingly inching her way to her brother as he was deep in thought. “Erm…lively? I do feel quite alive and quite joyous when laughter occurs.” 

“Anything eeeelse?” The chocolate brown eyed teenager drawed out as she scribbled her nails alongside the taller’s sides. Donnie let out a short squeal, flinching back as he hugged his middles.

The one day he left his battleshell in his room…

“Ahahapril doohoo. nahahat.” The taller teen warned, backing away as his sister inched towards him. “Whaaaat~?” She said casually, “I’m just helping.” 

“Tickling meehee ihihis not hehelping meehee thihink ohof ahan answer!” The light golden eyed teen said as if it was obvious, riskily sprinting to the door as his younger brother effortlessly caught him; the two boys basically fighting to the death as Mikey effortlessly pinned the older turtle to the ground, tickling his underarms.

“HEHEH— hic STAHAHA! YOHOU L-LIHIHITTLE SHIHAT!! LEHET MEEHEE GOHOH!!!” The tech loving turtle shouted, squirming from underneath the other.

“Nu-uh! I suffered so now you have to suffer.” The box turtle smiled. 

“AHA— hic! WHAHAT— PFFTAH! DOHOES THAHAHAT EEHEEVEN hic MEAN?!” The taller turtle inquired through his chorus of cackles. 

“Thought of a word to describe how you’re feeling yet, Don?” The eldest asked as she sat next to her two brother’s, grinning like the Cheshire cat. 

“IHIHI’M hic GOHOING hic TOOHOO KIHICK YOHOU GUHUHUYS' ASSES!!!”

“Language, young man!” The box turtle scolded, gently flipping Donnie on his plastron as he scribbled his fingers lightly against his shell. Donatello frantically kicked his legs, banging his fists on the ground as he screeched in laughter.

“GAHAHAD NAHAHAH— hic! PLAHAHEASE!!! WHYHY?!” He wheezed, tears of mirth blurring his vision as he shut his eyes tight. “I-IHIHI FEEHEEL REEHEELAXED!!!”

“Already have that one.” Michelangelo commented. 

“GIHIHI— hic! GIHIHIGGLY! I FEEHEEL GIHIHIGGLY!”

“Already said that one too~!“ 

Donatello wheezed once more, his heels digging into the carpet and his legs flinging around like crazy, “HAHAPPY! I FEEHEEHEEL HAPPY!!! NOW STOHAP STAHAHOP STOHOHOP!!” He cried, letting out a contented sigh as his little brother stopped the assault. 

“I hic cohohome here…toohoo deliver hic news…ahahand thihis is hohow I’m hic being repahaid….” Donnie grumbled through his giggles, huffing and puffing under his breath as Mikey hugged him. 

“And that makes eleven words!” The girl with glasses grinned, writing down the last word on her paper. “Thanks for your help, you too.” 

“Ahanythihing fohor you, Ihi guess.” The softshell said as he rolled his eyes, getting up as his younger brother was still clinged to him, “So…are we going to go eat or…?” The box turtle asked as he hugged his older brother’s arm.

“Yeah, yeah…” April giggled as she clinged to Donnie’s other arm as all three of them walked to the kitchen, linking arms. 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[wonderland-journals]

needy ☆

🔞🔞**CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP 21+**🔞🔞 This fic is not intended for immature audiences. You must be 18 or older and mentally mature to enjoy. Don’t like, don’t read. The author is not responsible for your sense of comfort and your preferences.

★ pairing: Loid Forger | Twilight & Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess ★ word count: K

★ cw/tw: fucking against a wall, making out, nipple play, ripped stockings, vaginal fingering, needy Loid

"I don't know how to not want you." -J. Roach

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A rare moment between them - Anya having gone to a sleepover at her friend’s house. He heard the click of her heels on the apartment’s hardwood floor, slowly making their way toward where he stood in front of the living room window. Counting the number of blue cars passing the apartment complex as a distraction (not that it worked anyway). All day, Loid had been on edge, a rolling heat stirring in the pit of his stomach that only grew more intense whenever Yor was around. He had but a few minutes of clarity when she left to walk Anya to her schoolmate’s house before his desire overtook him again. Flashes of stolen kisses in the hallway and quiet nights in his bedroom when Anya was sleeping crossed his mind, and he had to stifle a low groan when his khaki pants began to feel tight.

They were child-free for three days, and he was almost anxious for Yor to return so they could kick the weekend off right.

The key clicked in the front door’s lock, and he listened to Yor’s incomprehensible mutterings under her breath while slipping off her ankle boots by the entrance. Barely a minute later, he could hear her feet padding against the hardwood floor as she crossed the space between the door and where he stood at the far end of the living room. His eyes were closed, yet he could sense when she reached for him, immediately turning around to face her. Fighting back a smirk when she let out a squeak when he grabbed her wrist to pull her against him until they were chest-to-chest. Her warm, quivering breath blew over the front of his neck, and he swallowed nervously at the cool sensation it brought. She clutched tightly at the front of his beige sweater, her lips parting as if to speak until her maroon eyes met his turquoise ones through her eyelashes, and the words died on her tongue. Silenced by the intensity of the hunger that swam in them.

She’d have lied if she said she did not feel that same. Barely having a moment alone over the past week between their respective jobs and helping sweet Anya with schoolwork. The ache that had settled itself in her core called for release. A release that only Loid could provide her.

The tension in the air was so thick that it would be nothing to cut through it with one of the knives in the kitchen. This shadow was cast over his face from the early afternoon sun that shone through the open window behind him, and she froze, trembling slightly when he slowly wrapped his arms around her. All of Yor’s training and skills were nothing when he looked at her like this - like the last meal of a starving man. He took note of how her fists clenched even tighter against his chest, but she never pushed him away. A beautiful, scarlet blush made its way to cover the tips of her ears in its bright hue before fading into a softer rose-colored tint against her cheeks. How her thighs subtly clenched together, making him wonder what could be running through her beautiful mind.

Her shy disposition to his physical advances had grown on the spy until his craving for more increased to a borderline insatiable level just from being in her presence. He leaned in slowly to press his forehead against her own, her short black bangs ticking the bridge of his nose, letting his eyelids slide shut again as he let out a soft sigh when the tips of his fingers met the bare skin of her back through the opening of her semi-backless dress. The simple touch brought a momentary relief to the fire that had begun to make its way through his veins. Left hand dragging its blunt nails gently down the expanse of her spine to slip into the slope of her signature cherry red sweater dress, a gap wide enough for his hand between the outfit and her back caused by the soft curve of her ass, causing her to arch her back inward to further press her breasts against his chest. Unable to hold back his smirk that pulled at the corner of his lips when she let out a gasp. The sound made him bolder in his movements, undoing the clasp of her outfit with his right hand so quickly one would think it was a practiced skill.

“Loid-”

He brought his lips next to her ear so she could feel the warmth of his breath with each heavy exhale he let out. His heart was pounding against his chest so heavily that it felt like it might jump out at any moment. Yor rested a quivering hand over his chest, sending a spark through his body. Pushing his left hand further inside the open dip of her dress so he could cup her ass, pulling another gasp from her slightly parted lips. He kissed the spot under her earlobe, and she reached up on her tiptoes.

“You can stop me at any time,” Loid whispered. His voice was rough like it was taking all his willpower to hold himself back. “If you told me to stop, I would stop. Say the word.”

The blush on Yor’s face, already spread across her cheeks, slowly inched down to the nape of her neck, just below where her hair was tied up in its usual braid. “I don’t-”

His right hand deftly undid the braid that kept her hair up so that it cascaded down her back. Biting her tongue, she struggled to find the words to tell him what she wanted. Instead, she lifted her left hand to cup his cheek and guided his lips to meet hers in a tender kiss. The action snapped the last string on Loid’s restraint, a muffled groan escaping him. It spurred on the heat inside of Yor that compelled her to slide her hand up from his cheek to grasp at his blonde hair while his hands worked to slip her dress off her body. Slender fingers tugged at the gown's material lower and lower until it hung loosely around her hips.

She turned her head to the side to catch her breath, but that didn’t stop his assault. Trailing open-mouthed kisses down the column of her neck while beginning to push her backward.

“Loid!” Yor squeaked, half stumbling over her own steps. Had it not been for his steady hold on her waist, she might have fallen to the ground already. “What- Wait!”

“Bedroom,” was the only response he gave her. Pausing in his steps to crash his lips onto hers with a passion that stole the air from her lungs.

He took advantage of her momentary surprise to push his tongue past her lips - though she quickly recovered and met his passion with her own. Their tongues wrestled for dominance while the air around them steadily increased in temperature until it was almost stifling. He let her go just long enough to shrug off his gray blazer, tossing it toward the couch. It was Yor’s turn to catch him off guard, tugging on his black turtleneck sweater to untuck it from the waistband of his khaki pants. As soon as there was an opening, she slipped her hands under the top, trailing her short nails gently over his abs. Causing the man before her to shudder, though he didn’t stop her as she continued to push his shirt higher up his body – he swiftly grabbed the hem of it. He pulled it off him so that his torso was entirely exposed to her roving eyes.

His turquoise eyes darkened with lust while he watched her avert his gaze, keeping her attention on the exposure of his skin - there were a few small scars that marked his otherwise flawless ivory skin – and the knot that tightened in the pit of her stomach when her eyes glanced down lower to the growing bulge. It had her salivating with the memory of how his heavy cock felt resting on her tongue while she sat on her knees before him just a few weeks ago. She was brought back to the present when his fingers tapped lightly down her sides, searing her skin with the imprint of his touch. Lower and lower until he was cupping her ass, kneading the flesh in his palms before hoisting her up – her shock only allowed her enough awareness to instinctively wrap her legs around his waist.

“Good girl.”

He wasted no time capturing her lips with his own again, blindly making his way toward the hallway. They didn’t get far. When Yor tugged on his hair again, he stopped and turned to push her back against the wall next to the bathroom door. This woman would be the death of him. He just knew it. Loid felt craved, starving for more than just the taste of her lips. She pulled back, rolling her head back to rest against the wall with a soft moan of pleasure as Loid ground his hips against hers. The sound was addictive, his personal siren song that lured him away from his mission. A single-minded focus on his new mission to pull as many of those pretty moans and cries from her lips as he could.

Pushing up the black strapless bra she wore with haste, he lowered his head to take one of her hardened nipples in his mouth. Letting his tongue lave over the sensitive bud and guided by Yor’s shuddered gasps that sounded vaguely like his name. Slowly, he let her fall from his arms so that her feet were planted steady on the floor – or as steady as they could be with the way her knees were shaking as if they could give out at any moment. His left hand slid over her stomach until it was cupping her breast, kneading the soft flesh in his palm. Other hand wasting no time in slipping past her black tights' waistband. When his fingers touched bare skin, the spy chuckled, low and breathy against her ear.

“No panties?”

She tried to squirm away from his touch but couldn’t get far since she was pinned between Loid and the wall. Such a display of her vulnerability made him feel hot, almost feverish. There was a brief second where he wondered if the heat had kicked on in the apartment before deciding that he didn’t care. His thumb circled her dark pink areola before flicking across the tiny pink bud and smirking when she unconsciously pushed her chest into his hand. A feral desire to devour her right here and now almost overcame him, and he ducked his head to trace his tongue over the outline of her breast. Dragging it lower and lower until his lips wrapped around her sensitive bud. His middle and ring finger quickly found her already swollen clit and began to rub slow circles on it. Yor’s eyelids fluttered shut, and she could not hold back the choked moan that was pulled from her throat.

Moving at a tantalizingly slow pace where he wasn’t even sure if he was teasing her or himself at this point. What he did know was that it would all be worth it when he finally fucked her. When he could finally feel her velvet walls wrap around him and milk him for all he had. Spurred on by the breathy whimpers that were lost to the air around them, Loid let his fingers slip lower to spread her outer lips with his index and ring fingers to pet the dripping entrance of her cunt with his middle finger. To which she tried to block his access by clenching her thighs together.

“Don’t do that, darling,” he murmurs, words muffled from his lips still on her chest, pushing his knee between her legs to force them apart while leaning down to nip at the apex where her neck met her shoulder.

She jumped at the action, grabbing onto his forearm. He winced as her nails dug into his skin, pulling back slightly to toy with her pearl again. With exasperating hesitance, Yor removed her nails from where they were digging into his arm, revealing the half-crescent marks her nails had left behind in its place. Her hands needed to find purchase somewhere, and they found it on the waistband of his pants. Pinching the material between her trembling fingers when he dipped his fingers past her lower lips to feel her dripping heat once more. Loid leaned back to look at her face, now completely red from her blush, and turned to the side to avoid looking at him.

“Look at me,” his voice rougher now, stirring something primal inside her that she couldn’t quite name.

Her gaze met his for a fraction of a second and then flickered down to his lips – imagining all the things he could do with his skilled silver tongue. An image of her sitting on his face – per his request – while he ate her out like she was his last meal flashed across her mind, and she looked back up into her partner’s eyes. His expression was unreadable to her – as if he were studying a prize specimen in search of its weaknesses and anything else that made it tick – and she was about to open her mouth to ask him what was wrong when he suddenly pushed his middle finger into her tight cunt, Yor tried to gently push him away, trying – and failing – to close her legs again. Once more, Loid leaned in to skim the length of her neck with the tip of his nose with a muted hum that reverberated from deep in his chest while only giving her teasing, shallow thrusts of his finger to the first knuckle.

The intrusion – however shallow – surprised her, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more from him, wanted him to give her more, but she didn’t know how to ask for it. So, she hastily began undoing his pants, the buckle of his belt giving her a little trouble at first due to her trembling hands that moved with a greater sense of urgency than he did. He understood and on the next thrust he inserted his whole finger into her fluttering walls. Reveling in the soft texture of her pussy as it clenched around his finger while searching for her g-spot.

“Relax…”

A whine was the only response he got as he focused on her sensitive spot. Curling his finger with every new thrust to hit its mark every single time. His pants were already undone, and Yor found it challenging to focus on what she wanted to do next. How could she when her mind was steadily slipping further into the haze of lust from the stimulation, making her vision grow hazy around the edges?

“Loid, I-” She pulled his hips closer by hooking her fingers into the loops of his pants and tilted her head up, reaching up on her tiptoes, to slot her mouth against his.

He let out a small huff but succumbed to the kiss quickly. Every moan of theirs was swallowed in the kiss. It was a perfect moment where desire continued growing, yet their actions kept steady. Yor was stroking his cock through the thin material of his boxers, earning a grunt of approval against her lips from the man. It was her turn to fight back a smile, parting her lips so that he would follow along and she could shove her tongue into his mouth. Tongues tangled together in a dance where secret words were exchanged without saying them aloud.

It wasn’t until Yor attempted to slip a hand past the waistband of his boxers that the moment was broken, and Loid swiftly pulled his hand out of her tights. She wasn’t even spared a second to whine over the sudden loss before he turned her around so her hands rested against the wall that was previously behind her. Eyes widened in surprise from the sudden shift in position. Before she could get a chance to ask what he was doing, she felt a slight pinch on her ass before the nylon material of her tights pressed against the sides of her outer thighs as Loid pulled it away from her body. A quick rip could be heard in the silence between them, followed by a more significant tear that exposed her rear to the cool air of the apartment.

His fingers ghosted over her upper arm down to her hand. Enveloping it in his large hand to guide it higher up the wall above her head. Loid used his other hand to guide the lower half of her body to step back a couple of steps – which had her arching her back in a spectacular view for him. Shimmying off his pants and boxers to let them pool on the floor at his feet and ultimately freeing his dick from its confines. Loid let go of her hip to his hand around his cock and gave it leisurely strokes, memorizing the curvature of her ass that was poked out toward him along with the peak of her pretty pink pussy. His lips parted, and his tongue poked out to swipe along his suddenly dry bottom lip. Teasing his tip along her entrance and gathering the leaking wetness from her from his previous ministrations. He used his thumb to spread it along his length silently – getting a sort of sick thrill in how she squirmed uncomfortably in the silence. Hypnotized by how her hips swayed from side to side, bumping his sensitive cock with every motion.

“Yor.”

She stopped and glanced over her shoulder at him. Seeing the subtle tick in his jaw when he clenched his teeth together while he looked down, she swallowed nervously. She let herself be directed to stand on her tiptoes again to lift her ass a little higher. He couldn’t wait any longer. The burning desire in his stomach was at a fever pitch that was bordering on pain if he didn’t find any release soon.

“Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.”

That was the only warning she was given, a hushed muttering as he lined himself up before thrusting his hips forward so he could go all in in one go. There was a strangled cry from her, and she reached back with her free hand to press her fingers futilely against his lower abdomen.

“Tch.” His eyes narrowed at the action, and he grabbed hold of her wrist to press it against the small of her back before leaning forward to whisper in her ear, “I gave you a chance to stop me, and you didn’t.”

Her frame trembled against him as she tried to keep her balance, attempting to take a step forward but coming back when he gently squeezed her wrist. She felt so full; his cock filled every inch of her in a way she knew she’d never get used to. While being wholly sheathed inside of her, Loid ground his hips against her ass, stifling the groan of pleasure he almost let out when her gummy walls fluttered around him. Yor was just grateful that he gave her a moment to adjust to his size, flinching whenever he would flex inside of her and countering by clenching around him to tempt him into moving. The heat that rushed to his face would surely paint his skin with a deep red blush. The flames of desire demanding more of him, whispers in his mind telling him to make sure she wouldn’t be able to stand when the day was over. Glancing at how her mouth remained wide open as she panted like a bitch in heat, wiggling her hips again when he wouldn’t move and eliciting a hiss from between his gritted teeth.

Pulling back so that only the tip remained, he kissed her shoulder once, twice, three times. “You make me so needy for you…” He never gave her a chance to respond before snapping forward so that he was bottomed out inside of her again. “You should take responsibility for that.”

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[celticsorcerer1]

Sonic thr Hedgehog blinked as Amy Rose told him the last thing he’d ever think he’d hear from her. “Any, are you sure?”

Amy Rose nodded. “Uh-huh… but look on the bright side. I won’t chase you around anymore. In fact, I’ll stop butting in your adventures. I’ll have some of my own.”

Sonic nodded. “So, um… if ya don’t mind my asking… how did you find out?”

Amy sighed. “Me and Rouge were teamed up to infiltrate one of Eggman’s bases and we got pinned down. We had no idea where the hell you were. Things looked bleak. I asked Rouge if she had any regrets. She said “Just one.” before she… kissed me,” she blushed. “And it… awoke something in me.”

Sonic nodded. “Gotcha. So… are you and Rouge…?”

Amy laughed. “That floozie? God, no! I have some standards!” She looked out at Green Hill Zone as the sun set. “I guess I’m just… waiting to see if Ms. Right is out there, you know?”

Sonic smiled. “Right on, girl. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. It’s your story. I just run through it.”

Amy smiled and kissed Sonic’s cheek. It was purely a sisterly kiss. There was no romance in it. “You’re a great friend, Sonic. I’m sorry I didn’t realize that sooner.”

“No harm, no foul, Amy.” Sonic smiled. “Just… keep in touch. Especially if you ever need a rescue. For old time’s sake.”

—A few months later—

Amy frowned as she came upon a factory in the Chemical Plant Zone. She had heard from a reliable source that, though Dr. Eggman had moved on from this zone, he still had some operational badniks in the area.

Amy hefted her trusty Piko Piko Hammer. “Guess it’s time to bust some badniks.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth that a scream tore through the air.

“Someone’s in trouble!” Amy raced toward the source of the scream until she came upon a quartet of Motobugs and a Buzz Bomber cornering a female red panda against a factory wall.

Amy gripped her hammer. “Not on my watch,” she put her fingers to her lips and whistled. The badniks turned and regarded her. Amy fearlessly put her hammer on the ground and rested her foot on it. “Look, Sonic’s obviously not here to show you jerks how to behave. Too bad for you. At least, then, this would be quick.” With a shout, Amy charged forward and brought her hammer down on the Buzz Bomber, smashing it to the ground.

The Motobugs angrily barreled towards her, but she just knocked them into next week (and each other) with a single swing. “Well, I was wrong. That was quick.”

She then turned to the red panda, still cowering in fear. Her red fur was matted with soot. She had rings of white fur around her bright blue eyes, her muzzle, and her tail. Her elegant white dress was torn and matted as well. The satchel at her shoulder was banged up and close to falling apart. Her small red feet were bare and heavily bandaged. Clearly, the poor girl was far from home and in more trouble than Amy previously thought.

Amy gently approached her, dropping her hammer and raising her hands. “It’s ok… you’re safe now. My name’s Amy. Amy Rose. I’m a hero.”

“You…you are?” the red panda looked at all the broken robot parts. “Are…you strong?”

Amy smiled. “I like to think so,” she looked down at the girl’s bandaged feet. “You’ve been walking a long time, haven't you?”

“Many moons,” the panda girl bowed. “My name is Blossom. I come from a mountain village. My people, the red pandas, were medics, healers, and shamans. We had no quarrel with any living thing. But then… we were attacked by a man in a flying egg and his beasts of iron.”

Amy’s fists clenched. “Dr. Eggman…”

Blossom nodded. “He… destroyed my village. My parents helped me to escape and promised they would find me again… but that was moons ago…” she started to tear up. “I don't even know if they’re alive…any of them.”

Amy’s temper flared at the thought of Eggman destroying more innocent lives, but she forced herself to let go of those feelings. Eggman was the concern of Sonic and his team of Freedom Fighters.

Right now, Blossom was Amy’s concern.

She put a hand on Blossom’s shoulder. “Hey, you can't lose hope. You’ll find them.

Blossom sniffled and wiped her eyes. “Thank you, Amy Rose. You are very kind.”

“It’s what heroes do. Now, why don't we get you to a doctor? Then we can see about getting your dress patched up.”

Blossom nodded. “Very well. I would be honored.”

“Excuse my hands.” Amy picked Blossom up and held her bridal style. “You’re not walking another step.” she made her way back to Green Hill Zone, unaware that her new charge was blushing under her fur as she gazed at her hero.

—

At the Green Hills Infirmary, Blossom winced as the doctor unwrapped the bandages around her feet. “Ai…be soft…” she begged.

“Apologies, young lady,” the doctor said gently. “But perhaps you should invest in a pair of shoes once you’re all healed up.”

Blossom sighed. “If I must… but in my village, there was never a need to cover our feet and cut off our connection to Mobius.”

Amy, who stayed by Blossom’s side to make sure she was alright, raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said your people were healers and medics and stuff. Why didn't you heal your own wounds?”

Blossom put her palms together. “It is against our ways to use the knowledge we possess to heal ourselves. We are meant to share knowledge rather than hoard it.”

Amy nodded in understanding. “Gotcha,” she looked at the doctor. “How bad is it, Doc?”

“Miraculously, not as bad as it could have been. Some minor cuts and bruises, but no infections. A few days of bed rest and some healing balm, she should be right as rain.”

Blossom smiled. “Small blessings.”

Amy smiled too. “Well, you’ll have to stay here until your feet heal, but I’ll come by every day to check up on you. If that’s ok.”

Blossom nodded. “I would be honored. It will give me time to come up with a way to properly thank you.”

“Aw, come on, I don't do this for thanks.” Amy insisted.

“Amy Rose, please,” Blossom fixed her bright blue eyes on Amy’s green ones. “You saved my life. Allow me the honor of repaying your kindness.”

Amy sighed as she relented. “Well, alright.”

—

The next day, Amy, fresh from a shopping trip, knocked on Blossom’s door. “Hey, it’s me. Can I come in?”

“Please.” Blossom responded.

Amy walked in. “I brought some food in case you were hungry, a couple of different fabric swatches so we can get started on mending your dress, and-” she trailed off as she noticed Blossom sitting upright with her knees tucked under her chin. “Hey…are you ok?”

Blossom shook her head. “Close the door. I don't want to be overheard. It’s embarrassing.”

Amy shut the door, set the bags down and sat on the foot of the bed. “What’s wrong?”

Blossom looked at her bedside table. A small pot full of a blue past sat there. “The doctor said that the healing balm has to be..” she looked down. “Rubbed in once a day for the next five days. But… I don't like the idea of strangers touching my feet. They’re so… sensitive. I never covered them back home. The grass was so soft…”

“Hey, I understand your hesitation, Blossom, but you have to get better if you want to find your family. These doctors are professionals. They know what they’re doing.”

“I know… and I do want to get better…” she raised her eyes to look at Amy, her ringed tail shyly coiling around her feet. “Do you think… you could do it?”

Amy blushed. “M-me? But… you hardly know me better than the doctors.”

“True, but you…saved my life. I can just feel that you are truly a good soul,” Blossom looked away. “Of course, if it makes you feel uncomfortable…”

Amy shook her head. “No, no, it’s fine. I’ll do it.”

She got off the bed, grabbed the balm, then sat back down, patting her lap. “Alright, put your feet on my lap.”

Blossom did so. “J-just…be soft.”

“I’ll do my best.'' After carefully unwrapping Blossom’s bandages, Amy removed her gloves and rubbed the palm on her palms. Then, she began to rub it into the cuts on Blossom's white soles. The red panda squirmed and giggled, but kept still.

Amy smiled. “Your feet are really soft, Blossom. And…kinda cute. What’s your secret? Cuz it can't just be a secluded barefoot lifestyle in the mountains.”

Blossom giggled. “Okay, so maybe the mountain range we lived in had thermal pools rich in minerals. But I’m sure you have something similar here,” she blushed. “Your hands are quite soft themselves. They feel…wonderful.”

Amy blushed. “W-well, maybe I can come by and do this for you every day until you’re better.”

Blossom nodded. “I would like that.”

Once the balm had been applied and Blossom’s bandages were switched out with fresh ones, the two young ladies chatted casually over food and compared fabric swatches. Amy talked about her friends, how she became a hero, and about Sonic. She was embarrassed to admit her past obsession with him. “I confused his genuine care and offer of friendship for love. It took me years to realize that I didn't actually love him. But we’re still good friends.”

Blossom smiled. “We all have a path in life. It may have twists and turns, but it is the path we walk,” she wiggled her toes. “Some more literally than others.”

Amy scanned Blossom’s tattered white dress. It had long billowing sleeves and stopped just short of her ankles. A golden line of cross stitch designs traced from the nape of her neck down to the hem. “Your dress is so cute, by the way. I hope we can get it repaired. What’s it made out of?”

“Bamboo fibers from my village,” Blossom smiled sadly. “It was a gift from my mother, and now it is ruined.”

Amy frowned, feeling sorry for her new friend. “There’s nothing close to the material among these swatches? I grabbed as many different ones as I could,” she looked down at her lap. “Once you’re cleared to leave… maybe we can venture back to your village and see if any bamboo survived.”

Blossom reached over and put her hand on Amy’s knee. “Don't worry yourself, Amy Rose. You have done more than enough to honor me,” she smiled. “But if you truly wish to see my village, I would be honored to show you the way.”

Amy smiled back. “You know, you can just call me Amy. We’re friends.”

“But Amy Rose flows so beautifully,” Blossom blushed, not that Amy could see. “And it fits with my name. Rose and Blossom.”

Amy blushed too. “Oh… I guess it does… well, then, I guess you can call me by my full name… Oh, I nearly forgot!” Amy reached into one of the shopping bags she had brought and pulled out a pair of white slip-on shoes. “For when you get out. Just to be safe.”

Blossom looked at the shoes with disdain, but nodded. “If I must…”

—

Over the next few days, Amy was as good as her word, visiting Blossom every day and helping her rub the healing balm into her injuries. Afterward, Blossom would reach into her old satchel and pull out scrolls. “These are stories of my village. I packed them before I left because knowledge of every sort is sacred.” She would first read the story in her native language, which sounded wonderful to Amy’s ears, then translate as best she could. “I’m sorry some things get lost in translation, Amy Rose.”

Amy giggled. “It’s alright, Blossom. I'm still honored you’re sharing the stories of your village with me.”

“There is no one I would rather share them with.” Blossom replied.

—

On the fifth day, the doctor came in, removed the bandages, and examined Blossom’s feet. He smiled. “Any lasting pain? Numbness? Anything?”

Blossom shook her head. “None. I feel fine.”

“Then you’re all clear.”

“Alright, way to go, Blossom!” Amy cheered.

Blossom put her hands together and inclined her head. “I wouldn't be here if not for you, Amy Rose. Please, allow me to repay you. Properly thank you for honoring me with your kindness.”

Amy smirked. “Hold that thought. Now that you’re cleared to leave,” she gestured to the white slip-ons by the bed. “You gotta wear these.

Blossom pouted. “Fine. But allow me to start paying you back by cooking you dinner at your house. Surely, I won't have to wear those ridiculous things indoors?”

Amy giggled and shook her head. “No, you won't. And I accept your offer.”

—

Once the two reached the beach hut that served as Amy’s home, Blossom eagerly slipped off the slip-ons and wiggled her liberated toes. “Free at last. I don't understand how other people can wear those things. They stifle one’s connection to nature.”

“Most aren’t as in tune with nature as you.” Amy chuckled as closed the door behind them, then reached down and started to undo the straps of her boots.

“Amy Rose, wait. Allow me.” Blossom sat Amy down on the living room couch, knelt down, undid the straps of Amy’s boots and gently slid them off.

Any blushed hard. “Blossom, what are you doing?”

“Repaying you. You gave my feet attention. Let me do the same. Being a hero can't be easy on them.” Blossom replied.

Amy’s blush became so deep, she hid her face in her hands. “Just…be gentle.”

“As a summer breeze.” Blossom promised. She began to gently knead Amy’s tan soles.

Amy could feel stress that she wasn't even aware she had start to melt away. “Oh, wow…” she wiggles her toes with delight. “I guess I needed this.”

“I am honored to be the one to provide it,” Blossom moved down to Amy’s heels. “Ai, so much stress. Do you stand with your weight on your heels?

Amy shrugged. “Maybe sometimes…”

Blossom rolled her eyes. “Heroes…” As she continued to massage Amy’s feet, she smiled. “You know, you told me that my feet were soft and cute, but you clearly don't give yourself enough credit. What is your secret, Amy Rose?”

“Occasional spa treatments,” Amy blushed. “Though… you could give their masseuses a run for their money.”

“Perhaps I should stick around for a bit to judge them for myself. If that would be alright with you. I’d hate to intrude. No honor in that.” Blossom said.

“I wouldn't mind,” Amy replied. “Maybe we should take a few days to relax before we set out to find your people.”

“We?” Blossom asked, halting the massage.

“What, did you think I was going to send you out on your own?” Amy shook her head. “We’re in this together, Blossom. I saved your life, it’s only right that I help you find your people.”

“Amy Rose…” Blossom stood as she began to tear up again. “You do me too much honor… I can't possibly repay you…”

“Aw, Blossom,” Amy stood and gently took Blossom’s hands. “You don't have to repay me. I'm helping you because I like you and helping people, especially people we care about, is what heroes do,” she gently brushed the tears away. “If anything, you do me the honor by being my friend.”

Suddenly, Blossom leaned forward and kissed Amy. Amy was surprised at first, but as the kiss set off fireworks in her brain, she let her eyes close as she kissed back. She felt Blossom wrap her arms across her shoulders, so she wrapped hers around Blossom’s middle.

When Blossom pulled back, Amy was almost disappointed. The two opened their eyes and looked at each other, emerald meeting sapphire.

“Amy Rose, I… I didn't know how else to thank you for the honor you've shown me.” Blossom whispered shyly.

“Shhh…” Amy gently ran a hand through Blossom’s head fur. “You don't have to explain yourself. I liked it. A lot.”

Blossom smiled a little. “Then will you do me the honor of doing it again?”

“And again and again for as long as you want,” Amy promised before leaning in for another kiss. Blossom happily acquiesced.

When the second kiss parted, Blossom rested her forehead on Amy’s. “I love you, Amy Rose. I am yours.”

“I love you too, Blossom.” Amy went in for a third kiss but was stopped by her stomach growling.

Blossom giggled. “I suppose I should get started on dinner, then. What are you hungry for?”

“Just a good salad will do.” Amy requested.

Blossom smiled. “A fellow vegetarian. What are the odds?”

Amy chuckled. “Kinda makes me wonder how things would have worked out if I was in love with Sonic. He loves his chili dogs.”

Blossom pulled a disgusted face. “In my village, such a hedgehog would be regarded as a savage.”

Amy laughed as she followed Blossom into the kitchen. “He’s also a brave and noble hero,” she pondered something for a moment. “And he’s been around Mobius a time or two. Maybe I should give him a ring and see if he knows anything about the whereabouts of your people.”

Blossom nodded as she searched for a salad bowl and tongs. “Is he respectful?”

Amy nodded. “He may be a bit of a glory hog who can be full of himself, but at heart, he’s a loyal friend. I think you’d like him.”

Blossom rolled her eyes. “If you say so. When will you call him?”

“Tomorrow,” Amy hugged Blossom from behind and rested her head on the red panda’s shoulder. “Tonight is about us.”

“I like the sound of that.” Blossom said with a smile.

[ei-banana]

pairing: ayasara (sfw)

wc: 818

Ayaka and Sara met this way each week—a dance of skin to skin that could enliven even the most noble of soldiers.

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They had met beneath the first blush of dawn, looks of amiable greeting hardening to ones of undeterred focus. The Kamisato Estate was peaceful at this hour, quiet enough still for the crickets chirrup to mask their very footsteps, Ayaka’s whisper resounding off the bracketing walls of the courtyard.

“Don’t go easy on me.” She looked to Sara with stern determination, brow raising when the general smiled, an imperceptible little thing.

“Certainly, Lady Kamisato.”

It was the agreement— the sharp nods of their heads— that signaled the beginning of their match. Hands free of weapons and dressed down to their training-wear, they clashed like this weekly, throaty sounds of exertion proceeding timed blows and expert dodges.

It was almost a dance of sorts, the kind Ayaka often waxed poetic about; Sara stepped forward, Ayaka stepped back, the ebb and flow endless, eyes open and earnest, their heavy footfall the percussion for such a boundless waltz.

Sara favored training this way, feeling the very pull of her own muscles and the stretch of skin over bone, colliding with Ayaka’s warm front. The shorter woman had grown bold after their last clandestine meeting, swinging her leg up towards Sara’s jugular, gasp pitched high when the general blocked it swiftly. She landed back on two feet, grounding with a huff.

“Your movements speak well to your thoughts,” Sara spoke, voice rasping though she was barely winded, eyes trailing down to the glistening slope of Ayaka’s neck. The skin there was thrumming, obvious under tenuous sunlight. “You calculate my moves far too plainly.”

“Is that not the proper strategy when engaging in combat?” They circled each other now, eyes locked and roving.

“It is easy to use such anticipation against you—” Ayaka struck again, this time with the meat of her palm, and Sara ducked. “Clever, again.”

A jab to the side, two swift fists to the chest, over and over; the whirr of air in her ears after each sidestep and dodge was enlivening, enough for Sara to orbit closer, ready for another and another. On Ayaka’s fifth attempt, Sara’s heart was lurching, something impervious gripping her when she wrapped sure fingers around a slender wrist and tugged.

The shorter woman spun with the maneuver, falling to her knees with a grunt. Her back was flush with Sara’s front when they toppled, ruddy cheek pressed to the tatami. A knee was at the valley of Ayaka’s back before Sara could think with clarity. She slipped a hand into tresses of ice and drilled her kneecap harder, bearing further, foot twisting on the mat for leverage when Ayaka arched back and her red dusted shoulders began to tremble.

Ayaka cursed, wet and cacophonous to the floor, the fingers of her free hand splayed and bracing. Heat twined its searching arms around Sara’s heart at the sound, tugging until it thundered somewhere much deeper. Her own gasps wavered, wheezing past her lips when sweat and earthy clove shrouded them both, choking her silent.

Somewhere through that sudden haze, she heard the throaty gasp of her name, the sound so breathless that it bordered on wanton, and Sara snapped to attention. She leaned back, releasing Ayaka’s hand swiftly, eyes watering at her own candor.

“My apologies, Lady Kamisato, I—” The general clenched her hands into fists, fighting the urge to wring her own wrists, lips falling open when Ayaka rolled over.

Her chest stuttered and her bangs were askew, plastered to her forehead with sweat, dark crimson aglow atop the high swell of her cheeks. She was glorious, sunlight slanting across her sheened front; such fervent eyes spearheading up from between Sara’s exposed thighs, a sight that beseeched appreciation.

“Madam Kujou…”

Without words they stared, awestruck in the wake of novel closeness. Sara marveled at Ayaka’s wrecked expression, the way her inclination towards propriety had crumbled so readily, the notion heady, intoxicating, dizzying… too much.

She stood this time, heart in her throat, sun at her back. “I should see to my responsibilities.”

Ayaka sat up at her lackluster words, hand outstretched where she beckoned an aid. Sara’s nose brushed her forehead when she was finally upright.

“Are you sure?” Never had Ayaka uttered such an allusive question— gray eyes mired to the pink moue of the general’s lips— and never had Sara backed down from a challenge so quickly.

“I’ll see myself out.”

Her voice withered when she backed away, the final call of her name left unheard; she ambled beneath the lightless canopy of Chinju forest, mind buzzing. It was hours before she was needed back at the compound, but she fled from the tendrils of her own blunder, pausing stock still at the center of Byakko Plain when the resound of Ayaka’s voice struck once more.

Sara slapped at her pinkened cheeks with clenched shut eyes, agog at the indescribable the feel, at the overwhelm of yearnsome revelation.

[kira-angel24]

Febuwhump 2024 Day 24

"I'm Doing This Because I Care About You"

      "Where is she?" Anna frantically looked around.

      "She's here, that's all I know. There's so many doors." Christoph pulled out a small remote. "This should blink when her tracker is near." He moved it around as they sprinted through the halls.

      "Have we gotten any closer?"

      "Wait," he stopped in front of a door. "Yeah, she's in here." Anna ran towards the door, her hands pressing against the door. "Anna, quick in here!" Christoph pushed her into a closet. They peeked through the opening between the door and the wall. A masked figure swiped a card over black panel on the wall. They pushed the door and walked in. After a few minutes they exited and left. Christoph silently ran out and caught the door before it closed. "Come on Anna," he held the door open. "Hurry." She ran in after him, Christoph closing the door behind them. He slipped a card over the door latch before carefully backing away.

      "Kira!" Anna ran over and held the girl tightly. "You're okay right?"

      "Yeah, I am... but, why are you here? You shouldn't be here. It's dangerous."

      "Hey, I'm doing this because I care about you. You know I'd risk hell to see you safe and happy." Kira blushed and quickly pecked her cheek because turning away.

      "Thank you, we need to get out now."

      "Who's this with you?"

      "Oh, this is Kier, a... different version of me," The dark winged angel waved at the two girls. "He... has people like you. Just gender swapped."

      "Oh? So are you waiting for the male version of me?" The door on the opposite side of the room opened up. "Speak of the devil."

      "Kier!" Another boy ran in and hugged him. "You're okay right?" He nodded.

      "Yeah I am," he responded.

      "Good, who are these guys?"

      "Oh, um... Anthony, this is Kira and..."

      "Anna, nice to meet you," She waved back. "So you're me, but a boy? Strange."

     "Strange indeed." Christoph moved behind the two girls, watching quietly. He turned as a noise came from the door.

     "Shit, we need to go!"

     "No, you're not." A voice responded from the door as the card was slipped out from behind the door. Christoph ran towards it, but door locked before he could grab it. He banged on the door. Banging could be heard from the other door as a woman slammed her fist on it.

      "Shit, shit! Anthony, is Kier okay?"

      "Yeah, he's safe."

      "Ugh, alright. I guess we'll have to wait here. Oh," she glanced over at Kira, Anna, and Christoph. "My apologies, name's Christa."   

      "Christoph, well... I guess we wait now."

      "Yeah, I guess so."

[loveaffaire]

OK OK OK!! SO I SAW THIS IN MY REELS!! how about a tom holland or peter Parker x reader (u choose) where they both are arguing over something that tom/peter did by mistake (not cheating tho) and tom/peter just doesn’t know what to say so he just screams out her name and continues to ramble his mistake and her how sorry he is.......BUT WHEN HE SCREAM HER NAME HE ACTUALLY SAID Y/N Y/M/N HOLLAND (or Parker)

and reader is just like all shocked and blushing and she just kisses him to shut up his rambling and it’s all cute fluffy with apologies and cute overall heart melting! I hope you write this I love your work❤️❤️❤️

His Last Name Next To Mine

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: Arguing, controlling family issues, angst, some cute fluff.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: I think Tom is someone who will definitely have that slip up lol. I wrote this at 3am and i haven’t proof-read it so yeah, I hope you still like it though<3

“I can’t believe you did that, Tom” you snarled as you walked through the apartment door, almost shutting the door on Tom’s face in the process.

You were so angry, you were livid. You’ve just come back from a dinner party at your parents and your lovely boyfriend has blurted out something he shouldn’t have.

“I said I am sorry!” Tom said sharply as he locked the door behind him, kicking off his shoes near the shoe rack.

“No, sorry doesn’t cut it! I told you to not tell them and then you just slip up like that?” you yelled from across the living room with your hands up with your hair from frustration as you looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Yes I made a mistake,” he yelled back, now getting a little angry with all the fuss,”I told them that we’re moving away to New York and you’re taking that new job because I slipped! It wasn’t intentional!” he loosened up his tie and started walking towards you.

“Don’t come near me Tom, I’m really mad at you” you whispered angrily as you tried to calm yourself down. You pulled a chair out and sat on it, keeping your palms flat on the cold table.

Tom stopped right in his tracks, “I don’t know why you’re so angry, you were gonna tell them anyway right, baby?”

You scoffed as you looked up at him, “yes, that’s correct, I was going to tell them myself which you ruined!”

You pushed the chair back as you stood up, your heels clicking on the hard floor as you made your way to the bedroom. Tom followed you with a stony look on his face.

“Y/N, don’t you walk out on me when we’re talking- hey!”

You banged the bedroom door as you walked into the bedroom, almost breaking the thin necklace as you removed it from your neck. You heard the bedroom door slowly opening.

“Don’t bang doors in my face, Y/N” he said with his eyebrows raised, nose flaring with anger.

You took a sharp turn, facing him, you said, “you know what’s your problem, Tom-“

“Yeah, tell me what’s my problem” he cut you off this time as he stood close to you, trapping you between his hard chest and the wall behind you.

“Oh, I will tell you what your problem is,” you narrowed your eyes at him, pushing his chest away and stepping aside. Tom didn’t stop you, he always respected your boundaries, even when you both were arguing.

“I’m angry because you told them we’re moving away when I was planning to tell them that when we have already shifted! You know how controlling they can be; how they get in my head and now they will try to do it again. I don’t want them to control me anymore, Tom!” You snapped as your eyes started to get wet.

It was true, you parents were always a little too involved in your life and as a 26 year old, you hated it. You kept things from them and only told them when it was done with, you felt that it was the only way to have some privacy.

Tom knew it all too well. He knew how controlling they were and how they tried to get in your head. Hearing you express this as you looked at him with teary eyes broke his heart as he tasted guilt on his tongue.

“Baby, I’m sorry. Listen, come here-“

“And I hate how you’re making it look like I’m making a big deal out of this by yelling at me!” You stomped your feet and shook your fists like a little kid but you were so frustrated, it didn’t matter.

You slowly stepped away from him as you clutched your head, you felt a headache coming.

“Baby,” Tom huffed, “you know I hate it when you walk away from me during an argument-“

You turned on your heels as you reached for the bathroom door, twisting it open as you quickly walked inside and oh boy, Tom decided that he has had enough of you walking away in the middle of his sentences.

“Wait- Y/N Y/M/N HOLLAND YOU COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!”

You heard the door shut behind you as you stood cold in your tracks, your fists opening up in shock. In a daze, you turned around and slowly unlocked the door and peeked outside. Tom stood there cold in his tracks with his mouth slightly open in shock as his forehead glistened because of the thin layer of sweat. You both looked at each other with wide eyes.

“What did you s-say?” You whispered as you blinked slowly, waiting for him to answer.

Tom opened his mouth and then closed it, no words coming out as he waved his hands around in panic, “I said Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N” he said quickly.

“My last name sounds nothing like whatever you said but it did sound a lot like your last name. . .” You said cautiously as you took small steps towards him.

“I- okay fine, I said Holland. Please don’t be mad” he whimpered as he bit his bottom lip, clasping his hands together.

“Why would I be mad?” you said softly, you hated seeing him scared and right now, he looked terrified.

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” he blabbered as he closed the distance between you two, wrapping his arms around your body, “you know when you think about something a lot in your head and that thing kinda slips out of your mouth? Yeah that is what happened again and I know I pissed you off before and I don’t want to do it again, I’m so sor-“

You softly pressed your lips to his, he got the hang of it pretty quickly as his lips started to move against yours in an instant. You felt his tongue making its way to yours as you pulled back, your face still close to his. Tom frowned as he pouted his lips, asking for more.

“Do you think about it often?” you asked gently as you brushed his hair away from his forehead, “like-like my name with your um last name?” You felt shy, your cheeks turned rosy as you looked down briefly.

“I think about it all the time” he said rather quickly, resting his forehead to yours.

He bumped his nose against yours playfully, your bodies clinging to each other. In that moment you and Tom were one.

“I know we’ve been together for just 2 years and we’re so young but I can’t help it” he mumbled against your lips as your eyes fluttered, “can’t help it if you look like an angel, can’t help it if I wanna kiss you the moment I wake up, just can’t help myself”

You embraced him in your hold, lips roughly meeting his in a passionate kiss. Butterflies bursting in your stomach from his little speech. His tongue successfully made its way to yours this time, gently picking you up to place you on the bed as he gripped your body.

Tom felt you gasp as he kissed you again, you moved your body away from his hold gently as he loosened his grip. Tears streamed down your face.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Was it something I said?” he panicked as he cupped your face. You sat up as Tom supported his body on his knees, you shook your head.

“No no. I’m just- I’m so overwhelmed, I love you” you said as you laughed softly, feeling a little embarrassed now as you worried him for no reason at all.

“Oh baby” he signed as he kissed your cheeks, “I feel awful about tonight though, I should have been more careful” he frowned his brows as he looked at you.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you” you sniffled as you choked on your words.

He admired you as you dried your wet eyes, how gorgeous you looked even when you were crying tears of joy.

“I have a crazy idea” he whispered, brushing your hair out of your face, he spoke up again before you could say anything, “maybe we should get married”

To Tom’s surprise, you hadn’t freaked out, rather quickly nodded your head. Tom almost pulled a nerve when you told him that you were thinking the same thing. The next morning, you picked out a pretty white dress and he fixed his tie, you both walked out of the court with his last name next to your first name and you realised that you’ve never been this happy before.

A/N: so. . . yeah? Don’t know how I feel about this, I also have absolutely no idea how court marriages work.

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[scholastic-dragon]

Mixed Feelings

Abe x oc Riya (she/her pronouns used)

@riyaselfships I am so sorry this took me as long as it did. My mental health was kicking my ass.

part 1

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Abe being cute, I didn't proof read it, possible spelling mistakes.

Summary: Abe and Riya continue to get closer, quite close

It's illogical to feel so anxious around her. To have all these mixed feelings toward her.

She'd only been on the team for a week and Abe couldn't stop thinking of her.

They way she smiled, or her laugh were things that kept him up at night.

She was just so kind, and thoughtful, and she looked so beautiful when swimming in the B.P.R.D pool-

"Fishstick!" Tom Manning banged his fist against the glass of Abe's tank, interrupting his thoughts and music.

Abe removed his water proof headphones and tilted his head towards the disturbed looking man.

"You've got a new mission," He curled two fingers, gesturing for Abe to exit the tank.

Abe sighed, swimming towards the pool ladder, hoping this new mission would be a comforting distraction.

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"We've been picking up some suspicious activity near this warehouse," Manning explained, standing over a large hologram of an abandoned factory.

Hellboy and Liz stood beside Abe, only half listening in to the briefing.

"You'll all go in together then split into two teams to search both sectors, it'll be easier that way,"

"Wait, if this place is known for chemical reactivity, it wouldn't be safe for one of us to go alone," Abe countered, glancing at Hellboy and Liz, who nodded in agreement.

"There's a fourth joining you, Riya is going as well, she's helping some other agents get gear ready in the truck." Manning calmly stated, pointing back to the map and continuing on with the briefing.

Abe sighed softly, there was no way he'd be able to hide his feelings from Red and Liz.

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"I get why this place is abandoned," Red murmered, shining his flashlight across the crumbling brick walls. "...stinks in here,"

"There's so signs of any life forms on my scanners," Liz added, holding a small hand held scanner and glancing around the large room.

It was filled with old rooting chairs and tables, holes allowed the moonlight to shine through into the dark room. Newspapers and notes were strewn all about, all smudged or ripped making them unreadable.

"The sewer system has been shut down for years," Riya strolled into the room, black hair tied up in a high bun, her skin sparkling with perspiration. "All the pipes had been broken or cut off, nothings getting in or out that way,"

She grimaced, wiping at her long black sleeves, trying to get the sewage slime off of her.

Abe quickly grabbed a towel stowed away from one of their bags and walked up to her, gently wiping her upper arm.

"Thanks," She murmered softly, chuckling as her face blushed softly.

"Being the only ones who can travel in water, we unfortunately have to get used to being covered in sewer slime and gunk," He mused, unable to hold eye contact with her.

"Job description didn't mention that," They both laughed for a moment, meeting eyes then looking away.

"Riya," Liz stepped forward, "Can you show me where the manhole cover was? I wanna check the readings over there, just to be sure,"

"Yeah, sure," Riya smiled softly, nodding another thanks to Abe before going down a long dark hallway with Liz.

"So....." Red mumbled, coming to stand at Abe's side, an amused glint shining in his eyes. "What's that about?"

"What's what about?" Abe cleared his throat, folding the towel over his arms, not meeting Reds eyes.

"C'mon, you know...that..." Red pointed a finger and flicked it back and forth between where Riya had gone and Abe.

"Being friendly? I was just getting sewage water off of her," Abe turned away from Red, crouching down to put the towel back in the backpack.

"You've never done that to me when I've gotten covered in slime, or when it happened to Liz that one time!"

Abe sighed, rolling his eyes, staying crouched down with his back to Red.

"You like her!"

Abe's head whipped around, mouth agape. He tried to deny his friends accusations but only small stutters and dry chuckles left him.

Red opened his mouth to pressure him to answer when a large crash came from the opposite side of the building. Two loud screams were heard next.

Abe and Red rushed down the dark hallway and through several pairs of heavy steel doors.

At the end of the hall the end doors had been broken off, one laying fully on the ground and the other hanging on by one rusting hinge.

Red stepped over the door and into the room.

"Oh, crap," Red murmered, Abe gasped looking over his friends shoulder. Half of the ceiling had collapsed, the cold night air pushing dust and papers all around. A dust cloud was just stating to settle as the two men came into the room.

"Liz? Liz!" Red shouted, coming up to a large pile of roof tiles, rotting woods and bricks in the middle of the floor.

"Red!" Liz's worried cry came from the far corner, both men ran to her.

An old desk had hit her side, she limped slightly as she used a wall to help steady herself.

"Baby," Red cooed softly, wrapping an arm around her to support her. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," She coughed, her face and short hair covered in dust and dirt. "But Riya, she screamed and they dove back into the sewers." She pointed to the open manhole covered across from them.

"I'll go look for her, you make sure Liz is alright," Abe said before jumping down into the dark sewage system.

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Riya had been right, these sewers hadn't been used in decades, there were only about 3 inches of water and everything else was dried and rusting.

"Riya? Riya, it's Abe, are you alright?" He softly called out into the large pipes. "Can you hear me?"

He was slightly hunched over, his knees bending uncomfortably. He sighed, taking off one of his gloves and extending his hand out to the tunnels.

He felt her presence, just a few feet away in a conjoinging tunnel. His heart rate sped up feeling her high spiking anxiety.

"Riya?" He called again softly, marching towards her, rounding the corner and seeing her sitting against the edge of the tunnel, face buried into her knees, sobbing softly.

"Hey, hey, it's alright," He cooed, crouching down at her side, pressing his ungloved hand onto her shoulder. "Are you hurt?"

She shook her head, not lifting it to meet his eyes.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"The roof just-just collapsed, it was so loud." Her voice got quiet, nothing above a whisper, tears spilling out of her large black eyes.

He remembers her once telling him of her fear of sudden and loud noises.

"I understand, I'm sorry it happened, but you're safe and alright and it's over now," His hand rubbed and squeezed her shoulder, trying to offer comfort without pushing boundaries.

Tears filled her eyes again, she fell to the side and right into Abe's arms. He caught her, holding her against his cold.

She sobbed into his shoulder, he sat there, waiting for her breathing to quiet down, rubbing reassuring circles on her back.

"It's alright, you're alright, I promise,"

At his words she pulled back, their faces an inch apart, his heart skipped a beat.

She gently leaned in, pecking the corner of his mouth, eyes red and cheeks stained with tears.

"Thank you, Abe," She buried her face into the side of his neck.

Abe didn't respond, his heart felt like it was going to jump from his chest. He simple rested his head against hers and rubbed her back, holding her close.

[battinscn]

DROWN — draco malfoy x f! reader

CONTENT WARNING: oh so very toxic relationship/ blood/ yelling/ a little violence

SUMMARY: you always thought that draco was the love of your life. but you soon came to the realisation that that may not be true.

WC/ AVG. READING TIME: 654 words/ 3 minutes

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"OH STOP IT," astoria blushed as draco flirted with her.

draco swung an arm around her shoulder whispering pickup lines into her ear, so close that it was almost as if he was kissing her.

the brunette girl shoved his chest in a joking manner.

"ow why so serious," draco winced, but when he made eye contact with y/n, he immediately pulled his arm away and stood straight.

"hey astoria, hey draco," y/n greeted with a small smile.

"hey baby," draco greeted his girlfriend.

"i'm gonna go..." astoria quickly shuffled away from the couple.

"i'm gonna go as well..." y/n whispered lowly as she made her way to the slytherin common room.

she sped walk back to the dungeons, draco trailing behind her.

when y/n stepped into her empty dorm and tried to close the door behind her, draco stopped it with his feet.

he led himself into the girl's dorm.

"spit it out," he spat.

"what out?" the girl feigned ignorance.

"something's bothering you and i can tell," draco stood by the door, arms folded as the girl sat on her bed, leaning against the headboard.

"nothings wrong," y/n mumbled, fiddling with her fingers.

"bullshit," draco was losing his patience with the girl.

"i said, nothing's wrong," y/n's voice now louder by a decibel.

"god! if i'm asking you what's wrong just answer me!" draco banged his fist against the wall, causing the picture frame that hung on it to fall and shatter.

the shock of it all caused y/n to jump, a small tear leaving her eye despite how hard she tried to blink it away.

she got up from her bed and rushed over to the broken glass on the floor.

the picture in the frame was of her and draco a year ago, their faces were smushed together, the biggest grins on their faces.

y/n loved that picture of her and draco because she felt like it was the very last moment they shared where he was truly in love with her.

she cherished that picture with all of her heart.

she swept up the pieces of glass with her hands, the shards piercing her skin, causing cuts to fill her delicate and soft palms.

but she didn't care, she just wanted to make sure the picture was safe.

sobs left her mouth, due to the pain in her heart and not the one in her hands.

"stop it y/n you're hurting yourself," draco bent down and tried to grab her hands.

"no! just let me be," the girl continued to sweep the glass to the side, trying to pick up the picture, more painful sobs leaving her mouth.

draco sighed and pulled the crying girl into his chest, rubbing small circles on her back and resting his hands on her cheek while she broke down into his chest.

"shhhh it's alright, you're alright," draco comforted.

"you know i love you right? so much," he cooed.

y/n knew that he really didn't.

maybe he used to, but certainly not anymore.

real or not, those eight letters sounded great leaving his mouth.

and so, y/n pushed all the thoughts in her head aside, and let herself once again foolishly succumb to his words.

even if he didn't love her, she loved him, and maybe that was all y/n needed to be happy.

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[crackedoutwalnut]

kiss my bruises better (Natasha x Wanda x Fem!Reader)

Summary: When Reader gets injured during a battle, it is up to her girlfriends Natasha and Wanda to mother hen her back to health.

Warnings: Violence and mentions of injuries in the beginning. Other than that just pure fluff.

A/N: Guess who got COVID and now has way too much free time??? :,)

It started with Fury sending you on an undercover mission alongside Natasha, Wanda, and Steve. Your objective was simple: obtain the dangerous alien artifact from the terrorist organization's lair and get your asses it back to Avenger's Tower. Nothing you and the rest had not dealt with before. However, there was one thing you four did not anticipate. There were hundreds of the organization's agents crawling around the base. Every corner they snuck around, there was another group of grunts patrolling. As a field scout, you were used to sneaking around; however, this was on another level. By the time Steve signaled for you to return to the meeting spot over the comms, you had already been spotted.

The group of half a dozen agents took one look at you before charging forward with their alien weaponry. One of them, a burly man in an all-black armored jumpsuit, hit a large button on a security panel near the ventilation shaft you had shimmied out from minutes prior. Being a scout, you were only equipped with the bare minimum of weapons a dagger, semi-lethal taser, and a small crossbow. In other words: not weapons one would use in a 1-versus-6 fight. Letting out a grunt of frustration as a loud alarm started to blare, you shouted a warning to Cap and your girlfriends' over the comms.

You leaped backward, away from a meaty fist that had just threatened to shatter your jaw into splinters. Flicking open the holster that held your taser, you slammed the muzzle of the taser gun into the side of the man's head and released the probes. The man convulsed, falling to the tile with a heavy thud. Another agent, a towering woman, let out a shout of outrage in a language you assumed to be Russian. She and the four other remaining against charged at you, weapons at the ready. You stumbled blindly backward, hoping to reach a staircase, window, elevator, anything. Unfortunately, luck was not on your side that day. Your back collided violently with the paneled wall behind you.

A curse that could make a sailor blush fell from your lips as you palmed around frantically for your dagger. The blue and black blade was an anniversary gift courtesy of Natasha, an odd gift to be sure; however, it was about as romantic as the assassin got. Grasping it firmly in your sweaty grip, you blindly swung at one of the grunts before you. The pommel collided with his nose in an upward arch, causing the man to fall to the ground, blood dripping from his now crooked nose. Apparently, the swing was hard enough for his nasal bone to fracture into his brain.

You took a step to sprint through the opening the dead man had cleared for you but, the burly woman seemed to beat you to the punch. She grabbed violently at your arm, twisting it at an odd angle behind your back. You slammed face-first into the wall behind you, causing your nose and lip to start leaking blood at an alarming pace. You groaned and squirmed, trying to free yourself from her iron fists.

"Stop struggling, bitch," she ordered, slamming your head against the solid paneling of the wall once more. Pain blossomed along the crown of your skull, and your vision started to blur in response. "Who sent you," she snarled against your ear.

You spat out the pool of blood that had collected in your mouth at another agent's feet, "Fuck you," you snarled, your voice muffled from being shoved against the wall.

The agent you had spat at raked the brass knuckles clenched on his fingers along your arm. Deep cuts spilled over with even more crimson. You let out a strangled scream as he twisted them further into the new cuts. The woman kneed her leg against your arm with a sickening pop. Your vision danced with black and white dots as pain shot through your body. You were about to scream when a loud bang sounded from behind the woman and her cronies. She let you go in shock, causing you to fall to the ground next to the dead agent. You moaned in pain, curling your now broken arm against your chest.

"Y/n!" A familiar voice shouted from the other end of the hall. It sounded fuzzy as if someone had shoved headphones over your ears. You gritted your teeth and forced your increasingly heavy head to look at the source of the noise. Through the dots dancing in your blurring vision, you were able to make out a furious Wanda, next to her an equally angry Natasha. You opened your mouth to reply when only a pained wheeze escaped. A boot was pressing against your back, applying pressure to your fractured forearm. You let out a scream of agony as tears spilled down your face. Before your consciousness gave way, you beheld Wanda exploding in a bright ball of scarlet towards you and the agents.

"...turn the TV down, you're going to wake her." You slowly came back to yourself at the sound of voices around you. Your mind was swimming in fuzzy warmth, a dull ache exploding in through your temples like a timpani. Despite the pain that seemed to radiate through every inch of your body, you were also strangely cozy. A soft warmth was wrapped around you like a cocoon, not to mention the pillow that seemed to meld with your head and abdomen. You hummed contently and nuzzled further into the cushion.

"Are you sure she's okay?" A concerned voice rang from directly above you. The voice was warm and familiar, like a well-worn sweater. "She's been knocked out for almost four hours. Plus, my legs are starting to go numb."

An amused huff sounded from behind you, "Banner said the painkillers would make her drowsy."

"Yeah, but... four hours? What if something is wrong with her?"

"You know Y/n, she does things on her own terms. She will only wake up when it suits her." Both the voices laughed at that remark. You fought the urge to huff in protest; you weren't that stubborn. The pillow beneath you shook with the light laughter and shifted. You furrowed your brows; cushions didn't usually chuckle. You grumbled at the disturbance and cracked your eyes open. Your so-called pillow had caramel red hair and a black Def Leppard t-shirt.

"Wanda?" you mumbled drowsily. You lifted your head slowly from the place it was resting against her chest. Your face flushed slightly at the thought of using her breasts as a pillow for so long.

She smiled warmly and lifted an arm that had been resting protectively along your back to stroke your hair. Her other hand had been tracing circles along your side for the past few minutes. "Good afternoon, sleeping beauty."

"Where are we?" You attempted to look around; however, your head exploded with pain at the effort. Wanda seemed to notice your wince because she carefully guided your head to lay against her chest once more.

"We are back at the tower. You slept the entire flight home," Natasha, who must be on the other side of the couch, replied.

You groaned, "Everything hurts."

"Being jumped by a group of terrorist agents will do that to you," the assassin replied sarcastically. You kicked lightly at the girl, your foot nudging her thigh. She laughed snarkily and shoved lightly at your foot.

"Nat, stop teasing her," Wanda chided playfully, threading her fingers through your hair. You practically purred at the attention, nuzzling your face against her. She pressed a soft kiss to your aching temple in response.

"Why am I getting lectured?" Natasha protested in mock indignation.

"Because you are not the one hopped up on painkillers."

"But I am the one who detained the agent that had broken her arm. Surely that deserves some credit."

Your eyes shot open once more at the mention of the mission, "Shit, the terrorists. What happened to them? Is everyone okay?" You jolted up, attempting to sit up fully. Natasha was at your side in an instant, hand resting on your shoulder.

"Hey, hey, calm down. We're fine; we handled them," she soothed, rubbing your back gently. "Everyone's safe, I promise."

You relaxed slightly, "And the artifact?" the hesitance was evident in your voice.

Natasha sighed kissed your cheek in reassurance, "We were not able to save you and obtain the alien artifact. They were on high alert at that point, and it was too risky."

You pursed your lips, shoulders drooping in shame. They had failed because of you. Dangerous technology continued to threaten the world because you were unable to do your job.

Wanda must have read your mind because she pulled you closer to her and placed a kiss on top of your head. "Hey, this isn't your fault. None of us knew that the compound would be so well protected."

You shrugged, looking down at your hands. Your right arm, the one the woman broke, was wrapped in a thick plaster cast the color of a hospital gown. Your other arm was dressed in a thick layer of bandages, covering the jagged cuts left by the bronze knuckles.

"Honey, there was no way we could have known," Wanda murmured, using a finger to lift your chin. "If anything, it's our fault for not being there in time. If something were to happen to you, I don't know what I would do." She placed a protective arm around your back as if she was shielding you from an invisible threat.

"You did very well defending her," Natasha soothed, kissing Wanda's cheek. She turned to you with a smirk, "You should have seen her; I thought she was going to send the whole building crashing down with how angry she was."

You smiled, "I'm sure you two did great, as always."

"She's right though, this wasn't your fault, nor was it a significant loss. Rogers is already with Stark and Banner at the location of the artifact. They plan on regrouping back here before following through with the next phase of the plan."

You sighed in relief, "That's good. So when do we go through with the next step?"

Wanda scrunched her nose and smiled, "It's adorable that you think you are going to be anywhere near the next phase of the plan."

"You can't be serious. I'm perfectly fine!" You insisted. Natasha raised her brow and pressed a finger against the bandages on your left arm. You winced and let out a quiet yelp before batting her hand away. "Okay, I may be a bit injured, but other than that, I'm okay to fight."

"Y/n, you have a minor concussion, a broken arm, and a broken nose," Wanda pointed out, her accent thick with concern.

"Nothing I hadn't had before," you shrugged.

"Y/n don't start," Natasha warned, standing from her place at your side. She strode out of your line of view.

"Where are you going?" You whined, not wanting her to leave.

"I'm just getting you water, Babe. Don't worry, I will be right back." You nodded, settling back against your other girlfriend. Wanda reached over you to pull the blankets further up your body. You hummed contently and sighed against her chest. Wanda was always warm; her skin seemed to radiate a cozy heat that filled you with a sense of peace. Her protective arms were coiled firmly around your waist.

"How are you doing, Honey?" Wanda asked, nuzzling against the top of your head.

"Tired," you complained, hiding your face away in the crook of her neck.

"I think I should talk to Bruce before allowing him to hop my girlfriend up on painkillers. He gave you a pretty high dose." Wanda tilted her head so that her cheek was resting against your hair. Her hair had a lingering smell of citrus and lavender that set off the butterflies in your stomach. You hummed and inhaled once more. Wanda chuckled, her smirk evident in her voice, "Are you smelling my hair?"

You paused, "...No."

The witch's shoulders shook with laughter, jostling you slightly. "You know I can read minds, right? I know you're lying."

You huffed and burrowed your face further into her neck, "Asshole."

She kissed the top of your head, "Love you too."

"I'm back," Natasha announced, striding towards the couch.

You turned away from Wanda's neck so that your back was against her front. The assassin sat down on the coffee table next to you, holding a glass of water. You licked your chapped lips and reached out to take the drink. Natasha raised a brow and pulled the cup further away from you. A frown formed on your lips, realizing what she wanted. "Oh, come on, Nat. I don't need help drinking water," You rolled your eyes.

Natasha tsked, "I'm not risking it, you may still be a bit sluggish from the meds, and I don't want you spilling all over yourself and Wanda," She tucked a strand of hair from your forehead. "Come on, Baby. Let us take care of you."

Biting your lip, you nodded exasperatedly, "Fine." Natasha carefully placed the lip of the glass near your mouth and tipped a bit of water out. This went on until only a quarter of the glass was left. You had not realized how thirsty you were until you saw the glass of water. "Thank you," your eyelids drooped, feeling tired once more.

"You should rest some more," Wanda murmured.

"But, I just woke up," you argued, words slurred with sleep.

"And if you ever want to go on another mission again, you will take the time to rest and recover," Natasha insisted, tucking the blanket around your body. She settled at your feet, pulling them into her lap. You opened your mouth to argue; however, Wanda had started stroking your hair once more. The words were lost in your throat as your eyes slipped shut. The warmth from both your girlfriend and the blanket seemed to wash over you in waves. The last thing you felt was a soft hand tracing patterns along your arm.

[totebagchiqbarista]

can we have a chat noir x reader x ladybug where chat and lady are constantly trying to out due in battles each other for the reader’s attention, even in school with adrian and marionette

a loving feeling

Pairing: Adrien/Chat Noir, Marinette/Ladybug x GenderNeutral!Reader

Here's the first request I got! I literally love this idea so much oh my god. I hope you like it :)

“Adrien, dude, go talk to them. Now’s your chance!“ said Nino, reassuringly patting his best friend on the back. Adrien’s palms sweat just because of the thought of talking to them. It had been so long since he felt anything other than platonic love for somebody and was losing his mind. Adrien knew he wasn’t the only one who saw Y/N as potentially someone who was to be more than a friend. How could he be? 

“Go! Now!“ Nino pushed him closer to the infatuating dream of his best friend. Disappearing in a split second he rebounded with his girlfriend. 

Adrien made a few steps. It has seemed the person of his dreams was way too far away from him. Fear grew with each step and his heart was now beating in his throat, unable to catch a breath. Yes! They are so close! He can see them, just a bit more. He is already there, just hanging by the tip of a finger... And suddenly he was in a broom closet. 

“Oh, Plagg I chickened out again“ Adrien cried, clenching his fists against the wall. The kwami flew around his head in an attempt to catch his gaze. 

“Honestly Adrien, you could only talk to them when you were Cat Noir. But when you’re...well you, you lose your mind!“ he spoke “You see, cheese doesn’t do that to a person“

“You’re a kwami“

“My point still stands.“

Adrien banged his hair against the wall. It’s true, he could always talk to them when he was dressed in black. “I'm going to talk to them, today!”

“You go to the same class, you talk to them every day “ Plagg rolled his eyes, getting tired of the same old story his owner has been playing over and over

The blonde boy shook his head trying to talk to Plagg on a serious note “You know what I mean”

Upon entering the class, Marinette stumbled over her thoughts. She had decided she will talk to them today. She had no idea how, but she had put her mind to it. She is doing this.

"Hi, Marinette," said Y/N when they saw the bluenette deep in her thought.

Marinette's eyes widened in surprise, her breath hitching in her throat. She had to process what is happening before she could open her mouth.

"O-oh, hi, Y/N. Are you how? I mean, how you are?" she felt embarrassed by the inability to speak as she tried to collect herself "How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks. Do you want to sit next to me today? Nino and Alya sat together." they questioned, pointing to the couple in love, sat in the second row.

Marinette's face lit up in joy as she shook her head in approval "Yeah, I will". The two sat down in the first row, waiting for the class to start.

"So, Y/N, tell me, um do you- want to-" Blue-haired girl started as the duo collected their bags and headed towards the door. Y/N watched the girl carefully until she was interrupted by a loud cheer behind them.

They turned around, meeting eyes with a pair of green ones that lit under the blonde hair. "Hi, Adrien!" they waved in response.

Marinette's face reddened. It wasn't just because of the Adrien himself who too, made her blush a little. But it was because he could not have found the worse time to come by...

Her fingers twitched as she watched him smile sweetly and sly to the person she was just about to ask out. He had a kind, heart-warming smile on his face, and he was talking so softly to them. His fingers twirled in his blonde hair as he...

Marinette's face widened at the realization. The guy was stealing her date!

"Actually, we were talking you can come back by later" she interrupted blushing Adrien, taking Y/N's hand in hers and walking off. Without thinking, Adrien reached out, grabbing Y/N's hand. His fingers wrapped around their wrist. "Why can't I join you?" he blurted.

"Of course you can!" Y/N exclaimed

"No, you can't. Don't you have a fencing class to attend to?" Marinette fought back, crossing her hands on her chest.

"It got postponed"

"It never does"

"But today it has so I have an hour of free time"

Y/N watched as the two held a strong eye contact filled with rage and jealousy. Their bodies came closer and closer as they fought back and forth for their attention.

Suddenly, the door of the school burst open, shrieks fulfilling the building. A woman dressed in black entered, her ripped dress falling to the floor. Silver hair of hers flowed in the wind as she wrapped her fingers tighter around the machine in her hand. Two rat ears grew on the tip of her head and a tail that followed the theme.

She walked around, shooting every random passenger and turning them into...rats?

"We have to hide!" Y/N exclaimed as they took both of their hands, leading them into a classroom.

Marinette stuttered, ripping their hands apart even though that was the last thing she wanted to do. "I forgot my bag in the other classroom, I have to get that, it's important, you guys go hide now!"

Y/N nodded, running again, leaving Adrien to follow along. "Locker rooms! We can hide there" he said, grabbing them by the hand and running to the secure place in school.

"Chloe! Where are you Chloe!" the rat lady yelled, leading her way through the corridors of the Françoise Dupont High School. "Hide here," he said, showing them a safe place in one of the lockers.

"You too." They said pointing to the one across. Adrien only nodded in response and faking it once they were completely safe. The blonde's legs carried him to the bathroom by the speed of light.

Closing the door he took a moment to take a deep breath and rest his back against the wall. His kwami reappeared in front of his face, waiting for a word. Something. Anything.

"Don't you have a significant other to save, Adrien?"

Adrien got himself on his feet, away from the daydreams. Plagg was right, he did everything better when he was Chat Noir, so saving them should be as easy too. Maybe then he can finally talk to them without interruptions or his own fears.

The blonde nodded. "Plagg claws out!"

Although they knew they could be in danger, Y/N couldn't take being locked up in a locker anymore. She stepped out, only to be met by Adrian's open locker. The rat lady must have got to him.

"Stupid" they hummed to themselves as they looked around, figuring out what to do.

Suddenly, the door to the locker room opened and the infamous black cat costume appeared before them, taking their breath as always. "Well hello I guess we're stuck in danger together," he said flirty "Might as well make the most out of it" he bowed down before them.

"Poor kitty, and where's your lady?" They said, teasingly to the cat boy who so desperately tried to get under their skin.

"Said she will be right back."

And just on queue, the lady in red stormed into the room. Taking a look at Chat Noir once she sighed. "I'm sorry to do this, but it's important. Multimouse, I need you." She handed the already well-known miraculous box to them as they nodded in response.

It was safe to say Chat Noir was losing his mind. His eyes widened at the sudden information, as he stared at them in amazement. "You're Multimouse?!" he squeaked. Thinking back on the previous times Multimouse came to help and he did nothing but flirt with them. There was something that stood out about them and he never knew what. Now, it all made sense.

Then yet again, he wonders how whenever Multimous was around, Ladybug also got way more talkative and goofy and eager for their attention. He remembers all the fights over Multimouse he and the lady had led. It all came together now.

"Of course I am," they said, tying the necklace around their neck and meeting with Mullo, once again.

"I've missed you Y/N," Mullo said, happily flying around.

"I can say the same" they responded, ready to transform "Mullo, get squeaky!"

"Wow," both of the Paris' superheroes were smitten. Stealing a dirty look from each other for one last time they created a plan with Multimouse to defeat Ninkilia. As Ladybug said, she is completely sure the Akuma is in her hand machine.

"That's the plan, just follow my lead" she finished her speech

"As you wish my lady" Multimouse chimed in before Chat Noir could say anything. Ladybug's hot cheeks were prominent through her mask, and the cat looked nothing but jealous.

"R-right, let's go" the girl with spots exclaimed, her cheeks still burning red.

Jumping from the roof, Multimouse teased the villain. "A mouse? No!" Ninkilia yelled. "If you can live in the garbage now, why can't you do it in a form of a true rat itself" she cried as she shot around random people on the street.

"We have to get to her hand machine quickly," Chat Noir said fighting the lady in black. "And maybe then we can go somewhere just the two of us."

He winked at Multimouse who only laughed, and earned a look of pure hatred from Ladybug. Expecting a comment on his own behalf, Chat Noir was surprised by the lady's response. "You don't want to go with him trust me. I know the best ice cream in town."

Multimouse only laughed "Let's get rid of this rat lady first," they said "Multitude!"

"No, not the mice!" Ninkilia desperately tried shooting the little mice around her as they climbed up her legs. Ladybug's yoyo wrapped around her, pinning her to the ground.

"Chat Noir!" Ladybug exclaimed.

"Cataclysm"

The Akuma has been purified and the trio has once more, saved the day. "Pound it!"

"It has been a pleasure working with you" black cat smiled sheepishly, taking the mouse's hand and kissing it softly. "Will I have the pleasure of seeing you again soon?"

"We'll see," they said, signalizing Ladybug it's time to go.

Ladybug pulled them close, taking them by the waist and already feeling her heart beat faster. Multimouse, or precisely, Y/N placed their head in the crook of her neck and sent shivers down her spine. Soon, they were flying through the air, holding just by her yoyo.

"Thank you for choosing me," they said, as they scootched closer to her body, clinging in fear of falling down.

"How could I not?"

Marinette's heartbeat raced faster as they shared a soft smile. If it were up to her, she would like to fight alongside them all the time.

[kpop-kitkat]

The Window | Kim Seonwoo

pairing | neighbor!kim seonwoo x f!reader

genre/cw | fluff, angst, rebellious behavior, a little funny, slight depression, mention of minor character death, hurt comfort, train run-aways

wc | 1.3k

notes | based on a true story of my friend and her boyfriend

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

Seonwoo sighed and collapsed onto his bed after a long day and tiring day. His father had recently passed and he had to work two jobs to provide for himself, his mother, and his sister. He also had school eight hours a day. It no doubt began to take a toll on him. 

Little did he know, someone saw him exhausted like that everyday. It was Y/n, the next door neighbor, and classmate. Her window was always open and it had a good view of Seonwoo’s room. Seonwoo caught her looking into his room through the window. 

Seonwoo tilted his head in curiosity as he made eye contact with Y/n as she rummaged through a drawer in her room. She pulled out a white board and began writing with a dry erase marker. Once she finished, she put the cap back on the marker and set it down on her nightstand. She then turned the board around to show her neighbor what she wrote.

”Are you okay?” said the sign.

He smiled before finding his whiteboard he had from school and writing back, “Tired.”

She nodded and erased her board before writing again.

”Get some sleep :),” it said. 

“I will,” Seonwoo wrote back.

She smiled at him before closing her curtains, before Seonwoo did the same. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks. It was nice to know that somebody cared about him like that. She must be a really nice person, he thought.

~~~~~

Another day, same struggle. Seonwoo banged his fist against the wall in anger as he stared at the bruise on his face in the mirror. He was being constantly bullied at school, so he fought back. But he didn’t gain anything from it but a bruise. No satisfaction, no victory, no relief. Just pain. He cursed himself before turning around to see the words, “Don’t hurt yourself :(,” written on his neighbor’s sign.

Even if he was having a hard day, Y/n always cheered him up. Of course, he did not yet know Y/n was her name, and vice versa. 

“I won’t,” he wrote back, giving her a warm smile before yet again closing the curtains.

As Y/n closed her curtains, she sighed. This wasn’t the best way to get to know the boy you’ve had a crush on since middle school, but it was working for her. Of course, nobody knew her secret just yet, so she had plenty of time to plan what she’d say to Seonwoo when the right opportunity came along.

~~~~~

Seonwoo sung as he played the piano in his room. He sung with all his heart and soul. Although he was unaware of the fact that his window was open, and so was Y/n’s. 

He paused during his little performance to turn around and see Y/n holding the sign yet again. 

“Your voice is so pretty,” it complemented. And Seonwoo could’ve sworn he saw a little blush on the girl’s cheeks.

”Thanks,” he wrote back, using his sign to hide his blush.

The two had been doing this for three weeks now, and it was almost always compliments and encouragements. Sometimes they’d be sarcastic and call each other names, but no offense was ever taken. The strange thing was, they never talked at school, only waved and sat with each other during lunch. 

~~~~~

Today was a surprisingly good day for Seonwoo. And he decided that he wanted to have a nice conversation with his crush, Y/n, when he got back. 

He opened the door and smiled like he just won the lottery. 

“You look happy, considering you’ve had to work two jobs in the pouring rain,” his mother stated, glancing up from her book with a smile.

She was right. It had been raining and thundering all day long, which were terrible work conditions. But he thought about Y/n, which made everything seem alright.

”It’s probably that neighbor girl he’s in love with,” his sister assumed.

”Shut up,” Seonwoo rolled his eyes playfully.

”Bro you’re whipped, just admit it,” she laughed.

”Whatever, it’s not like you don’t fangirl over every hot guy you see,” he shot back, earning a clap from his mother and a offended scoff from his sister. He left to his room, leaving the two speechless. 

Seonwoo quickly shut his bedroom door behind him and threw his book bag to the side before running to open his window. He smiled as he waited for Y/n to open hers. 

He waited. He waited. And he waited. But Y/n wasn’t opening the window, and a rainy day never stopped her. Seonwoo began considering all of the worst possible reasons, but shrugged it off and concluded that she was probably just busy.

~~~~~

Three days. No Y/n. Something was wrong, he knew it. 

He saw her at school, but she completely ignored him. Her car was still parked in the driveway, she couldn’t have moved away. What was wrong? Did he do something to upset her? He decided to take action. He wasn’t loosing his first love and best friend this easily.

~~~~~

Seonwoo took a deep breath before knocking on Y/n’s door. He heard footsteps before the door opened, revealing Y/n’s father. 

“You’re that boy Y/n’s obsessed with, aren’t you?” he glared.

”Well sir I-“

”No, I don’t want any explanation. I’ve told Y/n to stay away from you, and you should do the same and stay far from her. I don’t want her talking to any boys, especially boys like you,” he warned, slamming the door afterwards.

Seonwoo flinched at the loud sound and felt his heart sink. Y/n didn’t want to avoid him, she had no choice. 

But did Seonwoo really care about what he said? No! He loved Y/n, he concluded. And if he had to run away with her to be with her, that was how it was going to be. 

~~~~~

Seonwoo scanned the cafeteria in search for Y/n, and smiled when he saw her sit with her couple of friends.

”Y/n!” he shouted, walking over to her.

She immediately grabbed her lunch and began to walk away from him when he stopped her, grabbing her wrist.

”Please Y/n, we need to talk,” he begged.

She sighed and stared at the floor, “Alright.”

The two walked into an empty classroom for privacy. 

“Y/n, I’m in love you with you,” he stated bluntly.

She was caught off guard by the sudden confession, but was eager to hear more. “You are?”

”Yes. I don’t care if I have to run away with you to have you. I don’t care if your father hates me. And I don’t care if people think we’re crazy,” he admitted, grabbing her hands. 

“Wow,” was all she could utter, standing there in awe. “I love you too Seonwoo, but, how do we run away?”

”Wait, you really would run away with me?”

”Yes! But what about your family?” Y/n gasped in realization.

“I’ll find a new job and send them money. But that’s not the issue at hand. If we’re going to run away, you’re going to have to promise to stay by my side at all times, okay?”

”Okay Seonwoo,” she smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist in a tight hug. “Let’s run away.”

”Are you sure about this?”

”Don't make me change my mind Woo, you’re the one who suggested this!” she frowned.

He pulled away and laughed. “No of course not! Don’t change your mind please,” he pouted.

”I won’t,” she smirked, leaning up slightly to peck his lips. “How could I leave my perfect new boyfriend?”

”I know right? I’m perfect in every way,” he boasted, attacking her lips in a deeper kiss.

”You’re not wrong.”

~~~~~

Y/n sighed as she stepped onto the train. 

“Are you having second thoughts?” Seonwoo asked.

”Of course not! I’m just… scared. We’re eighteen Woo,” she explained. 

“I know. But please don’t be scared, I’ll be with you every step of the way,” he smiled, giving her hand a light squeeze.

”I know you will.”

[bakusquad-assemble]

The Conference room

Genre: enemies to “lovers”, but they’re both emotionally stunted and don’t know how to express themselves.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x bratty fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ content, unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, degradation, hate sex, Bakugou catching feelings

Word count: 4.7k

Description: Reader is a pro-hero tasked with working with her worst nightmare; Bakugou Katsuki. The two of them have never seen eye to eye, making it impossible to get anything accomplished. But when Bakugou jumps at her from across the table, things take an unexpected turn.

A/N: had an idea and ran with it! I’m a total sucker for enemies to lovers so I had to indulge! While this can be read as a one shot, I also wouldn’t be opposed to making it a series? Lemme know what you guys think! This is my first time writing anything like this, so please be kind.



“God, you’re insufferable, you know that?” You rolled your eyes, falling back into your chair with an exasperated huff. There were a few things that you didn’t enjoy about being a Pro hero, like the long hours and the lack of privacy, but this absolutely took the cake.

Bakugou Katsuki, or Dynamight as he was known to the public, sat in front of you clad in simple business attire with the nastiest scowl plastered on his dumb face. The two of your agencies had found themselves working together due to an influx in connected crime, and it had been the absolute worst thing you had ever experienced. The two of you had never seen eye to eye in the best of times, constantly teasing and bickering whenever you were in each other's presence, but having to work side by side with the explosive hero was like pulling teeth without any numbing agent. The two of you just didn’t mesh well together, constantly fighting for dominance of the situation, and it made for a very tense working environment for everyone involved. You were currently in the middle of coming up with an infiltration plan for a big villain hide-out, and Bakugou kept fighting you at every turn. He shot down every single one of your ideas, but had not yet made one himself. He was infuriating, and you wanted nothing more than to just walk out of the conference room and never speak to him again. You knew that was impossible though. People's lives were at stake and you weren’t selfish enough to let your discomfort affect your hero work.

Bakugou clicked his tongue at you, only adding to your frustration.

“You’re one to fucking talk!” He snarled in your direction, his hands balled into fists on top of the white marble table placed between you two.

“You haven’t come up with one usuable fucking plan all day!” His words were like venom, corroding your patience with every syllable. He had to be joking.

“Do you really have your head shoved so far up your own ass?” You started, the prominent look of detest written on your features.

“If my ideas are such shit, i'd like to see you come up with a better one! Or is that outside your levels of expertise? Does that brain of yours even have a rational mode or is it all just explosions and violence.” You could see his eyebrow twitching in anger at your words, and for some reason that excited you beyond belief. You loved getting under his skin, giving him a taste of his own medicine. It was cathartic in a way, watching him squirm.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” He spat viciously from across the table, his fists banging on the surface like an overgrown toddler throwing a tantrum. This time it was you clicking your tongue.

“I rest my case. I should have known working with you was going to be nothing but hell. Some pro hero you are, can’t even make a simple infiltration plan without throwing a fit.” Bakugou growled loudly, and you couldn’t help but akin his behavior to that of a feral animal.

“Will you shut the fuck up!” He seethed, but you were unfazed. You simply leaned back in your seat with an excited grin, crossing your arms over your chest as you did so. You weren't sure why arguing with the explosive man gave you such a rush of adrenaline, but you needed more. It was as if his words of resentment were a highly addictive drug, and you were itching for your next fix.

“Aww what's wrong, can’t handle a little bit of criticism?” Your confidence rang through the air like gun fire, piercing and tearing at Bakugou's skin. He was heated, you could tell by the way his pale skin flushed and how the faint smell of caramel assaulted your senses as he let off a few pops of his quirk in his fists. If you hadn’t known the man in front of you, perhaps you would have been intimidated by his crude actions, but you knew Bakugou would never lay a hand on you. No matter how heated your arguments got.

This certainly wasn’t the first time you had argued like this, it happened to be a recurring theme for the both of you whenever you were in the same room, but today something felt different. The tension laid heavy between you two, tangible, but it was laced with something you couldn’t quite pinpoint; A warmth pooling in your stomach.

“I said shut the hell up!” He screamed, standing up from his chair in a huff. You had pushed him too far, letting your teasing nature get the better of you as it had been known to do. Yet, instead of dropping it, moving on with your work, you persisted. You poked the bear once more, but this time in a way that surprised even you. You locked eyes with his piercing crimson ones, rising from your chair with formidable authority. Your chin tilting up ever so slightly as you spoke, letting the warmth in your stomach take over.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me, Dynamight”

Bakugou froze, and you couldn’t help but smirk victoriously. You knew the teasing tone would be enough to fluster him, to shut him down and win the argument so you could get back to working in silence. What you weren’t expecting was the way his breath caught in his throat, or the fervent blush that crept up his neck and consumed his features. And you certainly were not expecting the way your face reciprocated immediately upon sight. The palpable tension consuming the two of you, and the realization hitting you like a ton of bricks. It was not the feeling of complete and utter disdain that always lingered there, but instead something far worse. The warmth that had been bubbling in your lower abdomen was now yelling at you, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that feeling had always been there, simply lurking under the guise of hatred. Your eyes took in his features with a new glazed expression, subconsciously nibbling at your lower lip as you did so. The way you could see his heart hammer in his chest made you question if he was feeling the same sensation you currently were.

Your mind didn’t have much time to process that thought however, because within an instant Bakugou was throwing himself at you from across the table. His mouth on yours in seconds and his hands gripped at the back of your head to hold you tightly into the kiss, as if trying to relish in a fleeting moment. It was like a shock wave of intensity took over you, throwing all caution to the wind, and you found yourself kissing back with unexpected heat before you even had time to think. He slammed your smaller frame against the cold concrete of the office wall and you couldn't control the small yelp that slipped into his mouth. He had no idea why he was doing this. Why did your words have such an impact on him? Whatever had possessed him in the moment seemed to have taken hold of you as well. He wasn’t expecting you to kiss back with such fervor, in fact, he was fully convinced he was going to earn himself a solid punch to the mouth. But that wasn’t the case, and it made him question if those flirtatious and subtle sexual nuances had always littered your vocabulary, or if it had been a heat of the moment thing for you as well. One thing he knew for certain was that he had always found you enticing. The way you quipped back at him with ease, moving through his words as if you were bullet proof. His insults never penetrating your perfect complexion. And the way you would smirk at him, it was intoxicating. The way you knew just how to get under his skin. He hated it, and even though he’d hate to admit it, he loved it so much more.

His rough and calloused hands kept a firm grip on you, finally getting a chance to enjoy that perfect frame up close and personal. Your hands tangled up in his ash blonde locks, pulling at them roughly and putting space between your mouths so that your lips were just barely hovering above his lower one. Even still he could feel the delicious grin that overtook your features at the involuntary whimper that escaped his lips from the lack of contact. It wasn’t long before he was pulling against you to initiate the kiss again, and you did nothing to stop him, allowing him to dive back in and devour those sweet and supple bruised lips of yours once more. God, how he had always wanted this. He let his pelvis grind into yours, his hand finding its home on your hip to pull you in closer, forcing a moan to creep its way out of your throat. He wasn’t sure what had come over him; repression, pent up sexual tension, pure feral instinct, but he just couldn’t control himself. Especially not when such a lewd and sweet sounding moan cascaded from your lips like that. He had to have you now.

The faint noise of the lock clicking behind him rang in his ears like one of his explosions, and he found his head whipping in this direction of the noise as if expecting to see someone witnessing something they weren’t supposed to. Instead he saw the faint golden glow of your quirk, and upon rounding his eyes back to you, saw everything that he needed to know written on your features. You had locked it over his shoulders using your psychokinetic quirk. He chuckled darkly above your lips, before swooping back in hungrily, taking your actions as a nonverbal cue to continue. You couldn’t get enough of his taste. The sickly-sweet sensation taking over your senses, and by the way he kissed you, you could only guess you were just as intoxicating to him. Your hips moved on their own accord, desperate to feel his hard cock rubbing against you through the slack of his pants, but you could feel the resistance from the blondes firm grip on your hips. You needed more of him, wanted to get rid of this disgusting heat inside of you. You knew he noticed how much you ached for him too, you could sense it in the way his ego grew in his chest with every movement. He was always so perceptive, and you hated that about him. How dare he be able to control you like this. Have this domineering hold around you that you most certainly did not allow in your daily life. You never took his shit. Never put up with his bitching. Yet here you were, horny and writhing in his grasp, desperate for his twitching cock to fill you up.

“What’s the matter, princess?” His husky voice cut through the room. The teasing nickname you detested grating at your senses and finding a new feeling bubbling up deep inside your abdomen. God, you fucking hated him.

“Don’t have anything else to fucking say?” He ground his hips against yours again, eliciting the same noise of wanting to come crashing around the two of you. You tried your best to suppress it this time, not wanting to give him the sheer satisfaction of knowing just how much he had you under his spell right now, but the noise forced its way out as a high pitched whimper. You felt the way his cock twitched against your heat, only adding to your sheer desire. Your head fell back against the wall as you bit harshly at your lip. How could you be so weak for this man that not even ten minutes ago you absolutely despised with everything in your being. He took that as an answer.

“Did I finally find a fucking way to shut you up, dumbass?” He whispered into your ear, the soft wetness overtaking your senses and filling you with pure adrenaline. His hand gripped at the hair on the back of your head like you had done to his only moments before, exposing your neck so that he could trail rough kisses down to your collarbone. Biting and nipping at the soft skin.

“If you want my cock so bad, beg for it. “ It was like a light switch had gone off in your brain at that very moment. You couldn’t let him win, Let him talk to you like this. No matter how much it made your juices pool in your panties like some kind of whore in heat, you couldn’t let him embarrass you like this.

“In your dreams, you fucking pervert.” you spat viciously, a salacious smile biting at your features. Bakugou's head rounded to meet your eyes, an interested smirk over taking his features.

“Huh? What did you say to me?” The venom was tangible, but it did nothing to deter you from spitting back again. This time the smirk on your lips growing into a confident one, even through your ragged pants of need.

“I said...in your fucking dreams. “ putting emphasis on each word He growled into your skin, vibrating your body with his raw and feral rage.

“You fuckin’ brat.”

You knew you had just signed your death warrant but you didn’t care, in fact, it only aroused you more. You needed to feel him inside of you. You needed the release. It was as if the room was spinning and the only thing that was keeping you grounded was the aching between your legs. The desperate need to feel something. You felt his grip grow tighter on you and before you knew it your face was pressed up against the cold wall in an instant. Bakugou's hand laid on the back of your head, gripping at your hair and pushing your face against the concrete, the other tightly locked on your hip, keeping your soaking cunt up against the hard bulge in his pants. You felt your body buck against it subconsciously, sending another shockwave of pleasure pulsing through your body, and his.

“You’re gonna pay for that.” He hissed into your ear. The hand that laid in your hair coiled itself around your neck, squeezing ever so slightly as he brought your head closer to his. You let out a slight gasp, but still a smirk laid ever present on your face.

“Good.”

His free hand made quick work of your soaking panties, pushing them to the side under the hem of your pencil skirt. One of his thick digits slipping against your wet folds before situating itself inside without much warning. Even with just his finger you felt so full. The warmth from his hand radiating inside of you and only aiding in your pleasure. Bakugou couldn’t help the noises that escaped his mouth as he worked your pussy with his fingers. The way your walls clamped around them and left them completely soaked only made his need for you grow.

“God, youre so fucking wet for me.” His breathing was erratic, greedy. He had been overcome with lust that he was barely registering what he was saying. Normally situations like this would absolutely fluster Bakugou, or just straight up never happen. Bakugou was always so focused on his hero work that hookups were few and far between, and certainly never quite this passionate. A quick fuck with no return call and that was it. There was just something about you that made his head spin. You were always a challenge, never backing down no matter how brutal his berating and instead firing back at him with such confidence that it caught him off guard more often than not. Sure, it was so infuriating, but he had a thing for strong women. So everytime you spit back with that ungodly sexy smirk of yours, the fire in Bakugou only grew. He never thought he’d see you like this though, never imagining that he would be able to make that pretty little mouth of yours moan out for him, but he had certainly spent countless nights alone with his hand gripped around himself at the very thought. He quickly added another finger as he pounded them into you, causing you to gasp out in pleasure.

“ Yeah, you like that? You little slut.” You shut your eyes tightly, feeling the embarrassment overtake you as your head nodded against his hand like the greedy slut you were. Normally you would never accept words like that to come out of a man's mouth toward you, but there was just something about the way Bakugou said them that had you reeling with anticipation.

He curled his fingers inside of you, toying with your sensitive spot ever so slightly. Did you really think a simple nod was going to satiate his need for praise? He was going to tease you until he got what he wanted.

“What was that?” He smirked against the skin of your neck, nibbling roughly at the sensitive skin. You felt your body jerk against him, sending his fingers deeper into you. You bit your lip hard to suppress the moan that overtook you.

“Just fuck me already, Katsuki! ” you whimpered, his first name feeling foreign in your mouth. You were growing impatient, and even though your words came out as a command, you knew deep down it was desperation. The embarrassment rampantly flooded through your body, turning you a deep shade of pink, but you pushed through it. You couldn’t keep letting him play with you like you were some toy, you had to take what you wanted any way you could. You needed to cum, and you certainly weren’t going to do it on his fingers, no matter how good they felt. You needed the real thing.

“I can’t take it anymore, just fuck me!” You reluctantly begged, trying to look anywhere but at the man behind you. You could feel the shock rush through Bakugou's body at your words, clearly taken aback for a second at your bluntness and hearing his name spill from your lips like that. A wave of determination flooded through his system. He was going to make you scream his name so everyone in the office could hear it, even from the confines of the soundproof meeting room. He quickly let go of you to fiddle with his belt buckle, but you didn’t dare move to look at him. Instead you found solace in rubbing your thighs together. The friction keeping you high, keeping you blind to what was really happening. To the fact that you had just begged Bakugou Katsuki, the biggest piece of shit you have ever met, to fuck you.

You felt the tip of his cock trace your sweet hole for a second, and you braced yourself for agony. You thought he was going to relentlessly tease you, break you, find some way to have you squirming in his grasp and begging again, but instead the feeling of him bottoming out in you quickly overtook all of your senses. He was surprised he had even lasted this long in the foreplay if he was honest. He needed you, needed to feel the way you felt around him. He had fantasized about this for years, what it would feel like to finally have you in such a compromising position, but he was in no way ready for the sheer bliss your walls brought him. You had him reeling. He grunted aggressively against your skin, not moving inside of you as if to take in this sensation. Who knew when it would happen again, or If it would happen again.

“Fuckkk” he whined, and somehow his words alone had you aching for more. If you thought his finger had you feeling full, it was no match for the size of his cock. You couldn’t help but rock back onto him, rotating your hips in a way that had the both of you moaning.

“Katsuki” His name dripped from your lips again like the words sweetest song. There was something about the way you said his first name that had him teetering on the edge. It was so sweet, like honey trickling down the curves of your lips, begging to be savoured, and like hell he was going to deny himself that sweetness. Even if he knew he would probably never get the chance to taste it again. He wasn’t going to miss this opportunity to pound you into oblivion. He pulled back for a second, his dick sliding out of your entrance and leaving you with a longing and empty feeling after being so full only a second ago. Your eyes widened, about to whimper out in distress at the loss, until the fullness came back to you forcefully. The roughness of his thrust sending your body bumping into the wall in front of you and causing a loud moan to escape your lips. Your hand quickly shot up to your mouth, covering it quickly in the hopes that no one had heard you. You felt Bakugou snicker in your ear, pulling your hand roughly away from its place over your mouth, his hot breath panting heavily onto your skin.

“Let them hear you. Let them hear so they know who you belong to.” He spat out in between thrusts, head clearly spinning from the pure ecstasy you brought him.

“You wish.” you hissed, sending your ass into him to meet his thrusts. Bakugou grit his teeth in pleasure, cursing out under his breath. You were definitely right about that. You were the one person Bakugou knew he would never be able to truly control, but honestly, he didn’t want to. You were a force to be reckoned with, and an absolute powerhouse of a Pro Hero, and he admired you. Just as you did him, in your own little way.

Bakugou brought his open palm down onto your exposed ass with a grin, the pain of his warm hand mixing with the pure ecstasy of his cock and eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head, spinning from the sensation. Bakugou found himself groaning with every thrust, unable to force them down. You just felt too good, too addicting, and he needed more; needed to cum. His hand gripped at the back of your hair, pulling your head to the side so that his face was flush up against yours, his mouth inches from your ear. The sound of his erratic breathing and raw grunts of pleasure filled your senses immediately, making the warmth in your stomach bubble with excitement. You weren’t going to last much longer like this.

“Fuck” Your voice came out in a choked whimper, laced with blatant wanton lust.

“Like that, don’t stop.” You commanded, and Bakugou groaned in response. The grip on your hair tightened ever so slightly and you felt his teeth snarl against your ear, nipping at the exposed skin. He could tell you were close by the way your walls clamped around him, making it almost impossible to hold out any longer.

“Yeah” He panted in agreement, his thrusts becoming more unpredictable as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. It didn’t take much before you completely came undone around Bakugou. It was as if your body was floating weightlessly in space, a beautiful expanse of stars and colors blurring your vision, before gravity was quickly pulling you back down to earth abruptly, leaving your legs trembling from the impact.

Your hands subconsciously gripped Bakugou's, savoring in his warmth as you rode out your high around his thrusts, your head spinning with pure ecstasy and adrenaline. Bakugou buried his face into the crook of your neck, as if to hide the flush that had spread across his face from nonexistent eyes. Watching your body tense and shake around him had to be the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen in his life, and that was exactly what sent him over the edge.

“F-Fuck” His voice quivered against your skin and you felt his grip grow tighter on your hips, pulling you back into his pelvis to burry himself deeper within you. If you weren’t currently trembling from your own climax, perhaps you would’ve stopped Bakugou from coating your insides, but in the moment you didn’t seem to care. You felt your walls clamp down around him once more, desperately taking everything in without any fear of the consequences it might hold. Bakugou didn’t pull away from you, instead leaving his body flushed up against yours as the two of you attempted to regain your composure.

The room was silent, aside from the panting that still hung close to your ear. The primal lust that had just engulfed the two of you was quickly replaced with confusion, and the room was suddenly too silent. Bakugou pulled away from you at last, and his warmth that had enveloped you just two seconds ago now completely dissipated. You weren’t sure why, but you missed it immediately. It just felt so right, brought you so much comfort, and that very thought alone scared you. You quickly pulled yourself off the wall and rounded to look at the blonde man behind you as he fixed himself up. His face seemed to mimic yours, and you weren’t sure whether or not that was a good or a bad thing, but for the moment it brought you solace. You let out a shaky sigh before straightening the hem of your skirt against your reddened thighs. You could feel his eyes on you, like lasers burning your skin. You quirked an eyebrow up at him, trying your best to muster a smirk while your fingers worked tirelessly at untangling your hair that Bakugou had made a mess of.

Bakugou felt his voice rise in his throat as his eyes finally met with yours once more, he had so many questions; what was that all about? What does this mean for us? Can I take you out for dinner? but all of those questions died in his throat before they made it to his lips. The shake of your head deterring him from letting them out. You didn’t want him to say something he was going to regret, something stupid you say after the high of an orgasm. You weren’t sure what exactly that would’ve been, but you liked it better this way.

“Don’t, your stupid voice is what got us into this mess in the first place.” You tried your best to keep your voice even, calm, as if none of this had shaken you to your core. As if he wasn’t still lingering inside of you. As if you felt absolutely nothing from that encounter. Just another meaningless hook up, that was all. Or at least that was what you tried to tell yourself. You watched as Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed, as they did whenever you spoke, but this time it felt off. Laced with something different. It would take you a while to pinpoint that exact feeling, but it would come to you nonetheless. When you were alone in your bed late at night, thinking about the way his eyes glistened, and his body tried to stay steady. Hurt.

You moved towards the tall blonde with a false sense of confidence, though to the unsuspecting eye you never faltered. Your delicate hand moving up to the tall blondes cheek and patting it roughly. The curves of your lips forming into that smirk that Bakugou loved detested so much.

“Leave the planning to me, I don’t really need your help anyway.” Your eyes locked with his for a moment, before you felt the need to break away. To slam the cover shut on those feelings that threatened to spill over the top of Pandora’s box. You sauntered past his form nonchalantly, your hips moving in a hypnotizing form that had Bakugou unable to peel his eyes away.

“Just remember...” You started, turning your head to look at him from over your shoulder.

“Meetings in the conference room are confidential.” And with a wink, you quickly turned the handle of the door and made your exit, needing to get away as quickly as possibly so that you could breathe once again. Bakugou still stood at the center of the room, confused and finally at a loss for words. He had no idea how any of that had just happened, or why he felt a heavy pang in his chest as he watched you leave the room seemingly unfazed. But there was one thing he knew for certain, one thing he was determined to do now more than ever; he was going to make you his.

[lovely-jily]

almost caught

something for @jilytoberfest! prompt: "if we get caught-" "i'll make it worth your while, i promise."

i wrote this quickly and didn't revise it a ton, but im just excited to contribute for jilytober!!! hope you lovely's like:)

"Okay, James. I'm going to be completely frank here- and I wholeheartedly mean every word when I say this- this is perhaps the stupidest idea you've ever had- and you've had loads of stupid idea's."

"Oh, come on. Try to have some faith in me," James whispered back, opening one of the drawers of the desk. They were in the Ravenclaw Prefect's office. James had suspected that the Prefects were somehow involved with their Quidditch team cheating by using weighted and magic-infused balls. The only evidence he had to back his theory up was a "gut feeling" and the fact that the bludgers seemed to target the other team more often, which Lily chalked up to confirmation bias. While she disagreed with cheating, she figured a better idea was to talk to their Prefects, not snoop through their office.

"Famous last words," Lily rolled her eyes, "I can't believe that I let you drag me into this. If we get caught-"

"I'll make it worth your while, I promise," The boy reassured her as he looked up at Lily, messy dark curls hanging in front of his eyes. He had finished looking in the first drawer and moved to the one below it, quickly searching. Lily wasn't sure what he meant by that, "Besides, we won't get caught. Now, are you going to start searching, or are you going to make me do all the work like usual?"

"Like usual? Excuse me?" Lily said. She was standing in front of him, hands firmly planted on her hips disapprovingly before turning to the cabinets. Besides breaking his collarbone last night in a quidditch game (Which Madam Pomfrey fixed just fine, and if he followed her instructions, he'd be totally healed in days), the year was going swimmingly for James and Lily. She enjoyed working with him as Heads and was seeing real change in him. He was no longer a bully, and in fact, he always shut that sort of thing down.

"I don't even know what I'm looking for."

James just chuckled as he closed the second drawer, kneeling to search the third drawer, "Probably anything quidditch related."

"You've got the wrong person for this," Lily sighed. That was probably true. She knew nothing of sports- both muggle and wizard alike. She turned to the cabinets on the far wall, which was full of books, mostly student records, and smelled musty.

"You know, this would be so much easier if you just agreed to use the cloak with me," James commented as he stood up and brushed off his pants. Lily had grown to like him over the past few months and didn't mind working with him as co-Heads. He was kind, responsible, and enthusiastic enough that almost everyone adored him- even Lily. She was even starting to get butterflies around him, something she never thought could happen.

"I'm never going under that damn cloak with you," Lily said as she took out a book of student records. She dusted it off and then put it back where she found it.

"Never is a strong word," James said as he walked over to the wardrobe. He opened it up and stepped inside, pressing against the back of it to see if any secret openings were on the back wall.

"I know," Lily said, following him and standing behind him, "That's why I said it."

That's when they heard the door handle jiggle, indicating that someone was trying to come in.

Lily, panicking, looked up at James. He quickly grabbed her by her waist and lifted her into the broom closet, quietly slamming the door. One hand was on her waist, the other over her mouth to try and keep her quiet. He gently took it off and put it behind her head. One hand was still on her waist as he tangled his other in her hair.

Fucking hell, he was hot.

Lily's hands were holding tightly at the bottom hem of her skirt. She knew that if she didn't plant them there, they'd undoubtedly find themselves tangled in James's dark locks.

"Maybe you were right about that cloak," Lily whispered as they were both breathing heavily and pressed up against each other. She wondered if he could feel how hard her heart was beating. She wasn't sure if that was from fear of getting caught or being so close to James.

James just brought his finger back to her lips and shushed her softly. His breath was softly blowing on her bangs, which caused them to tickle her forehead. All Lily could do was look up at him, remembering what was going on outside the cabinet, hearing the door open. He then anxiously looked out through the crack of the wooden doors, trying to watch whoever she heard come in. Lily tried to ignore the way he was clenching his jaw. She noticed that was a sort of nervous tick of his, something that he did when anxious. One hand was still on her waist, the other resting on her hair on the nape of her neck.

Why was she caring more about James's hands on her than she did at the idea of getting caught?

"Weird, I swore I heard voices," Sabrina Wood, the sixth year Prefect, said.

"So did I," Robert Thomas responded.

James, seeming to spot something above Lily's head, quickly reached his hand up. However, he never got to inspect what he wanted to. Lily heard the sound of his collarbone crack, implying that it was rebroken. While Madam Pomfrey had patched him up just fine, she said he needed to refrain from sudden movements of reaching above his head. Lily now realized this was why.

James leaned forward and grimaced in pain. Still on Lily's neck, his hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled at it slightly.

"Fuck," He groaned quietly in Lily's ear, and she felt his hot breath against her ear and neck. Her eyes widened at how attractive that word was coming from his lips, silently cursing herself at the sinful thoughts that flashed in her mind.

The sound of footsteps walking around the office brought Lily back to the current reality. She looked above her see his arm clenched in a fist. He was in a lot of pain.

Wordlessly, she pulled out her wand and pointed it at his broken collarbone. She had practised nonverbal spells a number of times, although never this one. She wasn't sure if she'd ever done this one on a human before.

The footsteps were walking towards the wardrobe and she looked at James. He had relaxed his grip on Lily's hair (much to her disappointment) and moved it to her waist. He nodded slightly, giving her permission to try.

She wordlessly performed the healing charm. James gripped at her shirt in response to the painful snap of bone back in place, just as they heard Robert say something about how they needed to get back to their rounds. They heard the two leave and the door close, listening to the charm the Prefects performed to lock the door. Once they determined they were alone, James let out another groan as he brought his hand down from above Lily's head.

"Good girl," He exhaled as he melted into her, and Lily's eyes widened again. That should not make her feel the way it did, but regardless her toes crinkled and she tightened her grip on her wand.

"You alright?" She asked sheepishly, trying to relax. She was feeling bashful and disappointed that they now had to exit the wardrobe.

James, slightly sweaty from the pain, nodded and raised his other arm to what he wanted to look at earlier. He pressed against the wall, and a hidden drawer slightly popped out. He reached his hand in and pulled out a piece of parchment from inside it.

"Lumos," he said, still breathing heavily. The room lit up, and Lily looked at James, light reflecting on his glasses. He was looking so damn good, skin sticky and lips soft. She fought against the image of something else that could make James groan, sweat, and breathe heavily.

They both looked at the parchment, and written in neat handwriting was "For those who forget, use wingardium leviosa to control replaced quaffles."

James looked up at Lily, a victorious smirk on his face, which Lily couldn't help but smile at.

"God damn it," Lily said, annoyed that he was but also influenced by his contagious smile, "You actually were right."

"We did it, Evans," James said excitedly, putting his hands on her face and shaking it with enthusiasm.

Lily laughed, blushing at his hand placement, "For Ravenclaws, they really are thick. That was way too easy to find."

James shrugged and dropped his hands, "I don't really care too much. We'll take this right to McGonagall. She'll sort this whole thing out."

Lily nodded as he opened the wardrobe door, feeling the cooler air hit their skin. She blinked at the sudden brightness as he helped her out.

"I can't believe you could do that spell so well, and wordlessly too! You never fail to astonish me with your brilliance," James ruffled her hair with his empty hand and pocketed the parchment with his other.

Lily, blushing harder, smiled at him, "Says the idiot who rebroke his collarbone."

"True," James just laughed, putting his hand on Lily's back to push her forward. He then put both hands on her shoulder and shook them back and forth as he guided her out of the door of the office and down the corridor, "What would I do without you, Evans? My saviour."

Lily just laughed as she shrugged off his hands, playfully pushing him. She looked up at him, his hands clasped behind his back and glasses peering down at her.

"Probably walk around with a broken collarbone."

"Of course," He looked forward, "I've got a question for you, Miss Evans."

Lily's stomach lurched at that statement, and she bit her lip in anticipation, "Yes?"

He stepped in front of her, stopping her. His hands were still behind his back, and he looked down at her. They were nearly as close as they were in the wardrobe.

"Did you think about kissing me in that wardrobe?"

Shit. Fuck. How did he know??

Her stomach dropped, and while she was taken back from the question, but decided she wasn't too mad about it. So they were doing this now?

Lily, full of panic and anxiety, was determined to remain as calm and collected on the outside as she could. She smirked and tilted her head flirtatiously.

"Maybe. What's it to you?"

James smirked back and stepped back to Lily's side as they started to walk again, "Why didn't you?"

"For starters," Lily said, deciding to remain confident, started to lie, "You had a broken bone and seemed to be in a decent amount of pain."

James scoffed sarcastically, "I don't know what you're talking about. Didn't hurt at all."

"Ah, of course, it didn't," Lily looked at her feet as they walked as she remembered the way that he grabbed at her hair and his tone when he whispered "Fuck" in her ear. She got chills again.

They were heading to McGonagall's office. She wasn't sure how James would explain how he obtained the evidence to McGonagall, but she wasn't thinking about that too much at that point. They were talking about kissing, something much more compelling and appealing to Lily.

"Regardless, and back to the more important thing at hand," He smirked at her as he leaned to whisper in her ear, sending chills up Lily's spine, "Perhaps we can get stuck in another wardrobe soon- and don't hold back next time. I still have to make it up to you for nearly getting caught."

[kakashifanrp]

Hiiii!!! Can I request a story where reader is a jounin and was the one that kinda raised Naruto (he deserved all the love in this world 😫😭😭), then reader and Kakashi fell in love, and during the Pain attack in Konoha, reader faces off Pain with Hinata when Naruto is down (kinda like Hinata did), heartbroken because well….we know what happened to her husband 😫😫 Then, fluff please because even though I love angst, I love fluff as well 💕💕

AN: Soo I hope this is good enough. It is a large timeframe to get into a one shot, but hopefully you like it 🙌🏼 thank you soo much for the request 🥰

Warnings: deaths, blood.

You had gotten home from your last mission, ready to find the boy you had been a guradian for since he was a baby. You held onto the bags with groceries as you walked the streets of Konoha, happy to be back home. "you are back!" Naruto ran over and hugged you thightly. "There you are" you giggled and hugged him back. "oh, look at that, your own headband" you smiled proudly. "Yeah! I am a genin now! Come you need to meet my sensei!" he grabbed your arm amd dragged you along thowards the ramen shop he loved soo much.

"Kakashi sensei! Look I want you to meet my Auntie!" The blond haired boy cheered happily as he let go. You looked up at the silverhaired man in front of you, trying to hold back a blush. "soo you are the one watching over Naruto, nice too meet you.. Kakashi Hatake" he seemed to be smiling as he held out his hand, but it was hard to tell with the mask he had on. "I am Y/N L/N, Naruto's guardian" you took his hand and greeted him. "hope he haven't caused alot of troubles soo far" you blushed nervously as Naruto gave you a stare.

That was your first meeting with the famous copy ninja. He was handsome indeed, as rumours had said, and it seemed that the kids had caught on to the akward intoduction and small Stares you both gave eachother each time you met while picking up Naruto. Soon Naruto invited the team over for dinners, which itself was fine for you.. But after a few times they started to make exuses on why they had to leave before dinner, making you and Kakashi be left alone.

"what about all the food Naruto?" You looked at him as he got his backpack on. "I promised Sakura and Sasuke to camp with them in sakura's backyard." you looked at all the food and sighed. "what about all this then?" you looked at him, wondering what had gotten into the kid lately. "kakashi sensei can eat for me, bye Auntie sama!" Naruto run out the door leaving you and Kakashi looked at eachother dumbfolded and blushing. "well, I sure hope you are hungry" you said nervously.

That was years ago now, more like 4 or 5 allready. Whatever the kids were up to seemed to work. You sighed as you looked at the wedding picture on the shelf. "are you still worried?" Kakashi wrapped his arms around you from behind and smiled as he looked at the picture. "You are just as beautiful as you were on that day, ms Hatake" he chuckled and kissed your cheek, making you smile. "You still love to use that don't you?" You rested your head against his neck softly. "well, it makes you smile, dosen't it?" You turned around and looked up at him with a blush across your cheek.

"He will be fine... He is with the toads" he kissed your forhead, knowing You were worried for Naruto. "I know, I am just worried for him.." you sighed. "He is soon all grown up too.." Kakashi smiled and held you close. "well, He is a good kid.. And he will make it" he assured you. "and I know he wants to be a uncle?" you giggled and tried to hide your blush. "Is this you saying you want kids?" you raised a brow as you saw the blush spread across his face. "well, yeah... It is.." You pulled him down and kissed his lips softly. "married and wants kids, Who would have thought that when I met you?"

The ground started shake making pictures fall down off the wall as you held onto Kakashi's shirt. "what the hell was that" You ran over to the window, eyes widening in shock and fear as you saw the smoke from the other side of the village. "We are under attack.." you whispered before grabbing your vest and took it on. Kakashi did the same as he looked at you. "Don't take any risks out there" he commanded. "the same goes for you" He kissed your cheek before putting his mask back on, and you both ran out the door.

You went over to help the civilians, evacuating everyone you could and gave commands to the Genin. When most had been evacuated you searched for survivers, looking throught collapsed houses, and digging them out. "Y/N, go to the west side, it might be more people over there!" Iruka yelled at you. You nodded, before you went on over to the west side. The destruction of the village was insane.. You had never seen anything like this before.

You stopped in your tracks as you saw the familliar silver hair in one of the ruins." Kakashi!" You ran over and started to dig him out before you dragged his body up on the ground. "please be ok, please" You cried out as you tried to wake him. When he didn't respond you placed your head on his chest trying to listen for his heartbeat, but no matter how long you waited for it, it never came. "no.. No!" you screamed out as tears poured down your cheeks. You placed your trembling hand on his cheek, not able to move or take your eyes off him. "You promised to be careful.. You can't... Please!"

You spotted a shadow and looked up, before a huge blast hit the middle of the city, luckly it missed you both by a few houndred meters. You had to keep moving, too fight off the enemy who did this. "I'll be back" you whispered as you kissed your husbands forhead before you got up and started to run thowards where the blast had hit. "Ms. Hatake! Over here!" you noticed Hinata and a few others as you ran over. "What is this thing!?" You looked down at the huge hole in the middle of what used to be the village. "oh my" You fell to your knees in horror of the sight in front of you. Never had you seen such destruction

"Naruto kun" Hinata's voice made you head snap over to the toads in the middle of the hole. "no, he shouldn't be here" you clenched your fists as all you could do was watch as Naruto took on Pain on his own. You felt helpless as you watched what was going on in front of you, not only had you lost your husband, but now you were gonna loose the Child you had raised as your own. "We need to stop this!" Hinata took your hand making you look at the young girl next to you. "I will help"

A loud bang was heard as both Hinata and you looked back, watching Naruto being pinned to the ground. As a reflex you got up and run as fast as you could thowards them. "Hinata, try to get him free!" you commanded as you aimed for the readhead pierced man in front of him. "You leave him alone!" You jumped to kick him, but a force stopped you and threw you back making you hit the ground harshly. You groaned softly as you got yourself up, watching Hinata fly aswell.

"leave them alone!" You charged again. "Your weak attempts will not stop Pain" the man said, Before you could do your firestyle jutsu you were flying up in the air, before a quick pull made you get thrown into the ground harshly in front of Pain. You gasped as blood spilled from your mouth. A sharp pain hit your chest, making you cough more blood as your vision got blurry. You had failed, and you knew it.

You don't know what happened after everything, but you could hear voices talking to you, before your body was shaken, making you open your eyes and gasp. Shikamaru and Hinata was over you with worried eyes. "what happened.. Where is Naruto" Your throat were sore and it still hurt to talk. "Naruto turned into ninetails, and fought pain.. But they left the village awhile ago, and now all of you are suddenly waking up" Shikamaru helped you up as he explained, still shocked about everything that had went down.

Kiba ran over and Helped you, while Choji got Shikamaru before he collapsed. You leaned against Kiba as he helped you up from the hole. "We need to take you to the medical ninja's.. You are still hurt Y/N sensei" He looked worried, but you shaked your head. "I need to know if Naruto is ok.." you pleaded as you looked at the young man. He nodded as he walked over to the others, still holding you up standing.

"Auntie sama!" You looked thowards the direction you heard the voice and your eyes widen. "oh my god" You teared up as you saw Kakashi carrying Naruto on his back. Naruto got down from Kakashi's back and run over and hugged you. "thank god, you are ok... You both are ok" you cried as you held him thighly, pulling Kakashi in as he came over. "I thought I had lost you both" You were afraid to let go, in case it was all just a illusion. "Naruto saved us all... He defetead pain.." You heard the whisperes.

"I am soo proud of you" You kissed Naruto's forhead before he got dragged away, soo the village could applaud him. "I thought I told you to not take any risks.." kakashi held you close, before wiping away a tear from his eye. "same to you... I thought you were gone for good" you held onto him, not wanting to let go. "seems Naruto made sure we got a chance, yet again.." You nodded slowly as you watched everyone treat him like the hero he was.