#I know the underwear thing sounds weird but I was just taught to do that cuz I grew up without a washing machine

[amarantoestrella]

Thinking about how they say period sex creates a soul tie and now I’m not saying that it does but I will say that man won’t leave me alone.

Cw: period sex

Benkei is obsessed with you in general but also with fucking you when you’re on your period. It’s an obsession of unhealthy levels. He says it’s because it’s easier to fit himself inside of you, he doesn’t have to use protection, and it’s good for your cramps and you know he just wants to be helpful and make you feel good… but something weird and strange is going on.

Strange as in you’ve realized he tracks your cycle, and always seems to have a free schedule that week. Weird as in, the underwear you wash and hang in the bathroom go missing more often than not and never seem to show up.

Most peculiar is his reaction when you are a few days late and then those few days turn into weeks and he waits, pacing and stalking and wondering if maybe you just don’t want to tell him when you’re on your period anymore. Is it not enjoyable for you? Are you suddenly turned off by it? He can do better, Keizo knows he can.

But that’s not quite it. When you tell him that you’ve taken multiple pregnancy tests and been to the gynecologist he is in shock. How could you be if he’s only ever cum inside when you were on your— oh God.

His heart aches with relief, gone are the worries of possibilities of you leaving him. You’re having his baby now, you’d be with him forever now.

[redflagshipwriter]

Check Yes (to go on a date with a dead guy) ch3

“So, what’s your deal?” Jason asked, when Danny’s mouth was full of food. “You’re dead, I notice.”

Danny choked. He gave Jason a betrayed look with big blue eyes, a hand clapped over his mouth to contain any mess.

Jason smirked back, unrepentant. “I died once,” he shared. “Got better though.”

“You got be-”

“You were surprised about what it’s like to fight humans,” Jason continued. It was hard not to laugh at the confused outrage on his date’s face. “So that implies you fight someone else? You’re fighting ghosts or something? Or do ghosts have some kinda natural enemy? Vampires or some shit?” He might have been a bit flippant but sue him, it sounded a lot more magical than his daily life.

Danny opened his mouth and no words came out. He looked like he was in pain when he grudgingly admitted, “I do have a lot of beef with this one vampire guy, Vlad.”

Jason threw his head back and laughed. That was such a vampire guy name, what the hell?

“No, no, it’s not funny,” Danny protested. He waved his hands wildly, flinging a bit of bean from his burrito across the roof they were perched on. “He’s also a ghost- well, he’s a half of a ghost, but that’s a long story from when he was in college.”

“The half-ghost vampire has an undergraduate degree?” Jason interrupted. He needed to know what this fucker studied. Was it like, social science? Literature? Theater? That might explain Danny’s implied belief that a theme was an inherent rogue thing. No, wait, business administration?

Danny gave him a withering look. “He’s got a Doctorate.”

Jason flung his hands up in defeat against the world. That made more sense than an undergraduate degree somehow. There was just something about the type of person who got a Doctorate that made them, you know, creeps.

‘Or maybe they’ve just got enough specialized knowledge to act on latent creepiness,’ he mused. ‘...Shit, am I developing an anti education stance? Can I blame this on Crane and Quinn?’

Danny was continuing with his explanation of the vampire’s background. Every word made it nuttier. “He’s a scientist, actually, and the mayor of a small town. And he lives in a cheese mansion.”

This was a sharp divergence from vampire stereotypes and he needed to know everything.

“Is the mansion made of cheese?” Jason interrupted. He was leaning in, intent on every word. Why was this vampire the most interesting man in the world?

He got a weird look for that. “No, it just belonged to the Dairy King,” Danny said, like it was everyday knowledge that you could expect a layperson to have.

“Of course, the Dairy King,” Jason said wisely.

"Enough about me though!" Danny flailed a bit. "How did you get my uh, number?"

Ah. Jason took a big bite to delay while he chose his words.

There was no point in trying to hide his vigilante identity from Danny. The guy probably didn't even understand the concept.

So he might as well top whatever story Danny had.

"The bat guy who taught me all about being a child soldier got grabbed by this group of loser cultists, right?" He gestured in a way that did absolutely nothing to illustrate the situation.

Danny cocked his head. "This is off to a good start."

"They tried to sacrifice him. You gotta remember him - big ugly guy, dressed in black and gray, underwear on the outside of his pants in a way that's never been cool?"

Danny didn't seem to have words, but he lifted his hands to make two ears on top of his head.

He pointed with both hands. "That's the guy," Jason agreed. "At the time, we didn't know what kind of sacrifice it was. We were thinking more along the lines of blood sacrifice?" He shrugged as if the idea of B biting it meant nothing to him.

Danny made a pffft sound of air escaping between his lips. "I tossed him back." He flailed in place. "I- isn't- wasn't that- that was a while ago," he stuttered. "I kinda forgot about him."

"...You got offered a cape, then a few weeks later a bunch of others, and you didn't make a mental connection?" Jason checked.

Danny flushed. "Time doesn't match up between the realms and anyway, I'm really busy!" He crossed his arms and accidentally knocked over his drink. "I've got a lot going on in my life. Anyway, for a ghost?" Danny blew a raspberry. "I'm sorry to break your heart, but none of you dress wild enough to stand out in the Infinite Realms. We've got robot dudes and child pirates and giant eyeballs and stuff." He gave Jason a smug look. It was cute.

Jason acted on impulse and reached out to ruffle Danny's hair. He realized what he was doing too late. His hand froze above Danny's head.

Danny tilted his face up and made an inquisitive sound.

"There was a bug." Jason pulled his hand back. What was wrong with him? He didn't go touching other people just because they were cute. "It flew off."

"...Right," Danny said. "You're being very normal." He seemed delighted by this, the little gremlin. "So. You were a child soldier too?"

Jason nearly fell off his perch.

Danny shrieked a laugh and pointed. "Ha!" He crowed. "I win! I shocked you first!"

"There wasn't a competition!" Jason lied. His face was bright red. It was too late to save face. "What do you mean too?" He demanded. "Were you a child?"

"Somewhat recently," Danny said. He gave Jason a catlike smile. "Adults come from teenagers, teenagers come from kids, kids come from babies. Do you need to know-"

"I know where babies come from." Jason cut him off. He tried to look off put at the way Danny laughed at him but fuck it, it was funny, in a dumb way. "Of course you were a kid, that was silly of me," he admitted. "Ghosts are made from humans, right?"

"Well yes, but actually no," Danny said, philosophical. "Some of us. I was. Other ghosts are made from like, vultures, or ideas."

It kinda seemed like ghost taxonomy was more complicated than he was ready to get into at the moment. Those two things were pretty fuckin disparate.

Jason sighed heavily and picked up his food again, just to have something to do with his hands.

A thought occurred. He didn't let it show on his face but he felt sick to his stomach.

Danny was dead. Danny said he'd been a child recently, and a child soldier.

Someone needed their ass kicked.

Danny: we are having such a whimsical time!

Jason: sirens screaming

[pick-me-up-im-scared]

Lingerie (Ellie Williams x Reader) (Fluff)

Short Summary: You have a surprise for your girlfriend Ellie.

Words: 1633

”Close your eyes!” you yelled for the forth time. Ellie let out a chuckle followed with ”Yeah, yeah”. She closed her eyes again, letting her back fall against the couch she was currently sitting on. ”Hands over your eyes” you added. Ellie frowned, eyes still closed ”Why? It’s not like I can see out of my closed eyes” she stated, ”I don´t trust you” you jokingly stated, referring to her countless times of peaking already. Ellie was shocked. She was even going to start an argument with you about it, but she quickly gave up. She let out a sigh before putting her hands over her eyes ”Are you happy now?”. A small smile appeared on your lips before mumbling ”Very”. Your eyes automatically wandered to Ellie’s hands as if it’s their only purpose. Matter of fact it´s your favorite body part of hers, apart from her beautiful eyes and her… you know. Even in a nonsexual way, you could look at them for hours. Letting your fingertips grace over the pronounced veins. You remember the first time you told her about your fascination for her hands. She thought it was a bit weird. Usually you would say your favorite thing on your partner is their smile, or eyes, or something cliche like that. But she never made you feel bad about it. Absolutely not. If anything she’ll tease you about it. Sending you ”innocent” pictures of her pointing at something, aware of just how it affects you. Even though Ellie thinks it’s just because of her talented fingers, but it's more then that.

”Can I look now?”, Ellies question snapped you out of your thoughts. You quickly ran to grab the bag you left in the hall. ”Not yet” you answered as you took off your hoodie and undershirt in one go. Ellie lets out an enjoyed groan, but obeyed. You pull down your washed out jeans along with your underwear, replacing them with your new ones. Despite the lack of size options they sit just right. You slide the straps of the matching bra along your arms, hooking it on. Ellie always helped you putting on your bras, so you struggled for a bit before finally getting it on. Your trembling hands wasn’t to much help either. While being on patrol with Dina a few days ago, you looked over this abandoned clothing store. As you were walking though the shelfs, gun held high, you spotted this lingerie set. You took a closer look and completely fell in love with it. Hoping Ellie would do so too. Before Dina would met up with you, you a grabbed the set in a size you hoped would fit and shoved it in your backpack. You hid it in an unrelated bag in our closet til you felt like it was the right day. Which is today. You slide on the stocking holder, even though you didn’t have any stocks to go with it. You took a quick look of yourself in the mirror you had set up in the hallway. You combed your fingers though your hair, trying to fix it after your hectic cloth change. Your hands then wanders over the new fabric, your eyes tracing over your half naked body. You tried to shove any negative thoughts to the side, but some still slipped by. To say that you where confident would be a joke. The relationship between you and your body has been rocky. It’s not that you hate your body, you just wished you could have a different one. You can’t even count how many times you have thought about taking a pair of scissors and cut of the parts you don´t like. It sounds brutal and even though you try to deny it it’s probably true. It’s just you never thought someone could find you pretty. Especially not the way Ellie does. The girl is on her knees for you whenever you want. Some say you’ve got her around your finger, but you don´t like to refer to it like that. 

Your first initial thought while looking at the mirror was to rip off the lingerie set and throw it out the window. Leaving it to rot while you locked yourself in your shared bedroom to cry. But if there’s one thing Ellie has taught you it’s to never feel ashamed of yourself. So you torn yourself away from the mirror, thinking it will only cause you more damage then good if you kept standing there. With shaky legs you walked up to Ellie til you where right in front of her. Even though she couldn’t see you a smile still appeared on her face. You took a deep breath before saying the words Ellie has been waiting for ”You can look now”.

Ellie´s jaw dropped the second her eyes landed on your decorated body. A silence took over the room, making you even more anxious. Just say something, you thought while you were nervously playing with the clips of the stocking holder. But it was simply cause Ellie couldn’t get anything out of her mouth. The sight in front of her was making it hard for her to focus on anything else. To give you an answer. She has seen your body before, even with less clothes then now. But she somehow always gets baffled whenever she sees your beautiful body and falls in love with you over again. ”Where’d you get this from?” Ellie finally broke the silence, still in ”aw”. ”In a shop while being on patrol. I-I can take it off if you don´t li-” you turn around to get back to your pile of clothes in the hall, but Ellie grab your wrist. You turned back to look at her. ”I love it” she proudly stated along with a smile. You felt your shoulders fall down a little as you could finally relax. ”Do a little spin for me?” Ellie asked while letting go off your hands. You did a little swirl. Ellie looked you up and down, admiring the beautiful girl in front of her. Her whistling made you giggle, getting flustered by this attention from your pretty girlfriend. Your eyes fell back on her when you were done. ”Aw, baby. I can’t believe this is all mine” Ellie whined as her right hand traced your left thigh. You eyed her tattoo. You always thought it was so cool. It really suited her. Matter of fact, it was thanks to it you two first interacted. At a traditional celebration the Jacksons had every year you saw her at a bar. You went up to order a beer, intentionally choosing the spot beside her. While waiting for the bartender you took a peak at her only to notice her already looking at you. You lowered your gaze to avoid the redness on your cheeks from getting any more pigmented, and as you did you noticed the tattoo on her forearm. ”Nice tattoo” you said while trying to keep eye-contact with her for longer this time. She seem to be in deep thoughts by the flinch she made after my comments. ”Uh…thanks” she answered, mentally slapping herself for not saying anything more extraordinary. ”Is there a cheesy meaning behind it too?” you asked along with a teasing smirk. Ellie chuckled a little. She looked around the room, making sure no one was around before spilling the whole truth. You were shocked then and still til this day you can’t believe she told you that… after only a few minutes of talking. After confronting her about it later in your relationship she claim it was because you seem trustworthy. You used the alcohol in your body to let out the words you wouldn’t dare say in a sober state, that night. Especially not to such a pretty girl like this one. Your continues flirting throughout the night proved to Ellie you didn’t just want to be friends. So she asked you for your number before you left, and you��ve been talking nonstop since then. 

Ellie raise up from the couch. Her right hand traced your left cheek as her thumb rubbed the apple of your cheek. You looked up at her, mesmerized by the pale green eyes looking right back at you. The other hand she left to rest against your hip. ”Fuck, I´m so happy to have you”, a smile took over your face as your eyes starts to get glossy. ”I love you, Ellie” you admitted, not able to put in words how much this girl in front of you meant. ”I love you too” Ellie answered before attaching her lips against yours. Her chapped lips felt wonderful against yours, making you wish this will last forever. Ellie got more into the kiss, holding your face with both her hands now. You trace your hands along her forearms, feeling the muscles move when she grabbed you with more lust. Ellie moved her hands to your things, lifting you up. Not breaking the kiss. You wrapped your arms around her neck, combing them thought the short hair at her neck. Ellie pulls away from your lips ”Now lets get you out of that lingerie, you sexy girl”. You giggled, ”I thought you said you liked them” you teased back. ”Yeah, I do. But I like you more without them” Ellie stated while carrying you into your bedroom.

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Author´s Note: Hey! This was my first Ellie Williams fanfic! I hope I did decent. My obsession for Ellie is back, stronger then ever! I swear to god this girl is questioning my sexuality. I thought I could do a more fluffy/cute one shot apart from my other horny-ass fics. Therefore the different style. If you have any requests for Ellie x Reader that you would like me to write, please let me know!

[somethinginthewayiam]

Part of the business

(gif off pinterest)

a/n: from here on out we're pretty much following the plot of season 6 with creative liberties.

pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 2362

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), mentions of alcohol, a bit smutty

Summary: Chibs waits in front of your apartment to talk business. You use the chance to also ask him where you two stand. He has his own way of answering you...

link to my masterlist and previous parts

It was a weird couple of weeks. The work at CaraCara seemed to fizzle down. There were only a few scenes shot per week by now. Lyla had started working for Diosa, an escort service. She wasn’t one of the girls but helped the owner, called Nero, managing the ladies and the house.

You missed seeing her at work every day but you spent some of your free time with her and you still saw each other at your yoga classes.

The other weird thing was that Bobby hadn’t come over to the warehouse in a while. You were managing the books on your own by now, but he had taught you a lot over the past couple of months. Managing the books for a porn production that was owned by the M.C. wasn’t always done by the book, but you were good at it and the voice of concern you had in the beginning got lower and lower by the day until it was just business as usual.

One day when you came home from work early, you were surprised to find Chibs waiting in front of your apartment door. You only stopped for a second when you stepped out of the elevator, a little thrown off by the sight and then continued walking towards him.

Chibs was leaning against the wall next to your door and looked up when he heard the sounds of your steps coming closer.

“Wow, since when has a Son time to wait around for a girl?”, you asked him when you came closer to your apartment door. “Hey, lass”, he greeted you with a kiss when you stood in front of him. When you pulled back, your eyes dropped down to the patch on his chest that looked rather new.

V. President

“I’m here for business”, he told you. “Can we go inside?”, he asked and nodded towards your door.

“You couldn’t afford my rates, honey”, you joked and wiggled your eyebrows at him, but unlocked your door. He followed you inside and closed it again. You put your purse on the little counter in your entrance and kicked your shoes off. You walked into your living room and he entered right after you.

Since you hadn’t expected any company, your laundry was drying on a hanger in the middle of the living room.

“Do you want anything to drink? A Beer?”, you asked him and continued on into the kitchen area that was only separated by a line of counters. “Aye, thanks”, he nodded and stood now in the middle of the room.

When you turned around with two bottles of beer in your hands, you found him studying the rack of clothes.

“I don’t know these, are they new?”, he asked and grabbed a pair of Bordeaux-red panties, holding them up in the air.

“You haven’t seen all my underwear. Also, I don’t have ‘em on for too long anyway when you’re around”, you told him, handed him his bottle and snatched the panties from his other hand to put it back on the rack. You shooed him over to your couch as he kept looking at the bras and panties hanging out to dry and wouldn’t focus.

You both sat down on your couch. Chibs pulled his phone out of his back pocket and put it on your couch table along with his riding gloves. You pulled your legs under and rested your arm on the backrest of the couch. You took a sip from your beer and put it on the couch table.

“Okay, why are you here?”, you asked him. “I guess you know by now that the club is in business with Diosa”, he said, knowing how close you and Lyla were and assuming that she must have told you why she left the production company. Even after Opie she was still deeply connected to the club and did what Jax needed her to do.

Instead of answering him, you just nodded your head. “Jax wants you to work there, too”, Chibs continued. At his words, your eyes got big. “But it’s an escort service. You guys are not seriously expecting me to like work-work there…”, you said and looked at him with squinted eyes while you felt a little knot forming in your stomach.

“We’re not pimping you out, if that’s what ya mean”, Chibs clarified but couldn’t hold back a chuckle. Instead of a comment, you rolled your eyes at him, but you were seriously relieved.

“Jax wants you to take care of their books, too. At least for the club’s investment part of it”, he explained. “Too? Are you not shutting down CaraCara?”, you asked surprised

“Why should we?”, he asked a bit irritated. “Because there are less and less shoots, we have little to no contracts with performers left. Most of the time I’m just sitting around, rubbing one out”, you told him.

His eyebrows jumped up, almost touching his hairline. “Figure of speech, calm down”, you reprimanded him and his dirty thoughts.

“We’re not planning on shutting it down, we definitely want to keep it alive and running. And you’re a big part of it. The club trusts you, that’s why we need you to take care of our investment at Diosa”, he said and you sat up a little bit in your seat. To hear that the club trusted you and needed you to take care of their investment, made you very proud.

“But why do you need me for the books? Wouldn’t it be better if Bobby takes care of the new business?”, you asked. You were proud, not stupid. To have a newbie who wasn’t even a member of the club taking care of a new business seemed rather off for the M.C.

Chibs took a long sip of his beer before he answered you. “Bobby’s taking a little break from the club”, he simply said. “Bobby left the M.C.?”, you asked surprised and leaned forward, your eyes big. “He’s still a Son, but he’s not holding any position within the club right now”, he explained further. It was already more than you thought you would get from him. “Did something happen?”, you asked further and pushed your luck.

Chibs cocked his head to the side and threw you a look that said, “You know I can’t tell you”.

“Is that why you’re wearing the VP patch?”, you asked straight forward. Chibs sighed and you could see in his face that there’s a whole story behind that sigh. A story you will never hear.

You leaned over and took another sip of your beer. You still had some questions on your mind you were a bit afraid of asking but needed answers to.

“You becoming V.P., does that change anything?”, you asked him and played with the label of the bottle, not looking at him.

“What do you mean?”, he replied and you could hear in his voice that he didn’t know what you were getting at.

“Between us”, you mumbled, almost inaudible. It took you a few moments before you dared to look up as he wasn’t saying anything.

You were having sex for a few months now and your inner voice to define shit got louder and louder. He seemed a little distant all of a sudden and your heart sank into your stomach. The look in his eyes was gone as quickly as it had come, though.

Chibs got up from his spot and came over, sitting down next to you. He took the bottle of beer from your hands and put it on the couch table. Then, he put his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. He placed one arm across your legs and kept the other arm around your waist. He leaned forward a little and placed a soft kiss on your temple.

“We’re having fun, aye?”, he asked as he leaned back to talk to you, moving his head a little to get you to look into his eyes. A smirk pulling at the corners of his lips when you finally looked up and you couldn’t hold back a smile either at the goofy look on his face.

“We’re having a lot of fun”, you affirmed and put your arms around his neck.

“So…”, he said, leaving the rest of the sentence hanging in the air.

“So…we keep doing that”, you finally said with a shrug of your shoulders. You tried your best to make it sound like a statement, a decision that was yours, but it was a question more than anything else. You couldn’t event hold the eye-contact.

“And you’d be okay with that?”, he asked after a few moments, noticing your hesitance. His fingers found your chin and lifted your head up again so you would look at him, his eyes seemingly looking behind yours and straight into your soul.

You weren’t, really, but what was the alternative? Would you like it to be more? Sure. But risking to have nothing with him? No way. You would take whatever he was willing to give you for as long as your heart could take it.

“Yeah”, you simply said but still couldn’t hold the eye-contact for too long. You were afraid he would see the disappointment in your eyes.

“Really?”, Chibs followed up. “Yes”, you confirmed with a firmer voice and even managed a smile. To reassure him further, you leaned in for a kiss.

“Is it weird that you becoming V.P. kinda turns me on?”, you asked when you pulled back, your hand on the nape of his neck, playing with the soft hair at the back of his head. His hand on your thigh squeezed you slightly as a response.

He leaned forward, looking for contact again. His lips brushed against yours, your tongue darting out to lick his lips.

The kiss quickly got more intense and your fingers ran through his hair. Chibs’ hands found his way under your shirt and started to touch every part of your skin he could reach.

The next moment, one of his arms went under your legs while the other cradled your back and suddenly you were beneath him. You spread your legs to have Chibs move between them.

Your hips started bucking up, looking for contact while your fingers found his black beads-necklace, pulling him close to you.

Chibs’ hands pushed your shirt up your stomach and over your breasts, exposing your bra. He buried his face between your tits like he always loved to do. And you loved it because it turned him on so much.

“Filip”, you whined, moving your hands inside his kutte, running your fingers along the fabric of his shirt, starting to unbutton it. “Darlin’”, he growled at your ear and nibbled and sucked at the skin of your neck.

Your hands gave up on his buttons and moved down to the zipper of his jeans, opening his pants and reaching inside. You found his hardening cock, wrapped your fingers around it and started stroking him.

He moved his hips towards you, pushing into your hand. “Fuck, luv”, he growled again and grabbed one of your breasts with his hand that was not supporting himself on the couch next to your body.

“Fuck me, V.P.”, you moaned and bit down on your bottom lip as you pulled him out of his pants. A dirty smirk appeared on his face but only lasted for a second before it dropped again as your hand moved faster on him, adding pressure and changing the angle of your wrist slightly with every move.

Chibs needed both hands to support his body on top of yours while you jerked him off. By the speed of his breathing, you knew that he was getting close. “Come for me, baby”, you urged him on, moaning with him. “Ugh, fuck”, he breathed out and his whole body started to tense up.

And then his phone rang and the loud noise cut through the room.

“Fuck!”, Chibs yelled out in frustration. Your hand had stilled at the interrupting sound. You both looked over at his phone on the couch table. Then you looked at each other again. “Sorry”, he mumbled and you pulled your hand from his pants.

He pushed himself up into a kneeling position and reached for the phone.

“Yeah?”, he blurted into the phone, seemingly angry and tucked himself back into his pants which wasn’t that easy with a hard-on. He got up and started pacing as he talked.

You also sat up and pulled your shirt back down. You grabbed your bottle of beer and took a sip while Chibs was on the phone.

“I have to go, club business”, he announced as soon as he hung up. A word of protest was on your tongue but you swallowed it, there was no chance it would work anyway.

“Alright”, you said as you got up as well. You walked over to him, put your arms around his neck and got on your tiptoes to kiss him. “You take care of your business and I take care of my business”, you said and wiggled your eyebrows at him. He looked at you a bit confused.

“You’re leaving me high and, well, not-so-dry”, you said and looked down at your crotch and back at his face. He couldn’t hold back the smile at your comment but also looked disappointed that he wouldn’t be there to finish what you had started.

You pulled him down by his necklace again and kissed him. “Okay, ride on cowboy”, you said just a moment later, let go of him and slapped his ass. He bent down to grab his riding gloves off the couch table and kissed you again before he walked over to the door.

You followed him and held the door open when he walked through. “Hey Chibs”, you said and he turned around. You pulled your shirt up and exposed your bra to him once more. “One for the ride”, you said with a cheeky smile, stuck your tongue out at him and shut the door in his face with a giggle.

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[smol-grey-tea]

✨ Nameless School Headcanons ✨

Lance

Lance is incredibly punctual and organised, owns multiple sets of the school uniform, one for every day of the week or something. Probably right down to the underwear-

His school bag is practically a brief case, everything sorted alphabetically and in colour order and etc

He enjoys being in the school government more than he will admit to other people. And he enjoyed being in the drama club's play way more than he'll admit to himself

Yeonho

Yeonho's favourite subject at school is art. It's not like it's easy, but it seems the most straight forward. Maths is too theoretical and involves things you don't even use in every day life; art is something you can see right in front of you. If Crobi Academy taught a cooking class tho, he'd definitely excel in that. Maybe there's a cooking club, or he could start one!

His school bag is a cute looking backpack and mostly just holds food and cookies. And maybe a colourful pencil case with stickers on it. Oh and also a lot of stuff that his fans gave him.

Yknow, his bag's full of a lot of things, mostly just random crap. A pair of socks. 2 different sets of house keys. Headphones. Deodorant. Bottle of water. Random junk.

^ I mostly say the above because of the fact that he sleeps on the couch, meaning that he doesn't have his own privacy. He would probably keep a lot of his belongings just...anywhere? Maybe a bunch of stuff under the couch, under/on the coffee table, etc. Poor guy. So if he wants to have private belongings, he might end up taking some of it to school with him in his bag, since there's not many other places to put it. Red might let Yeonho keep some things in his room tho

Actually makes a couple cool friends in the mystery club who are properly chill ppl he can talk to, who hype him up for asking Eri out

Yuri

I think if he'd been a student instead of a teacher, he'd struggle a lot. I think he's a guy who processes the world thru music/art, and really doesn't know how to express it thru words. So I think he'd definitely struggle with exams or anything that's based too much in writing, like languages or maths. He'd definitely be good at art tho

(Starting to think that these guys are either dyslexic or hyperlexic, with no in between. Lance and Tei being hyperlexic and Yeonho, Yuri, Red and Eri being dyslexic, with varying degrees of severity)

He carries his shit in one of them trolleys you can pull along everywhere. Music sheets, exams n stuff. Always writes w fancy fountain pens or smth, has rly nice n neat pretty handwriting. Is actually quite organised and feels cool having responsibility. Enjoys being a teacher more than he admits

He does really hate the canteen food tho

Tei

He would enjoy school a lot more if it weren't for the other students' behaviour. For the majority of the time, he finds the lessons kinda boring, like science and maths, while subjects like history and literature he'd excel at a lot more

Carries his shit in a brown messenger bag, kinda cute. Probably keeps pictures of Eri on his person at all times tho....... Kinda weird

But also, contrary to what you'd think, his bag also does tend to get full of random shit. Not cuz he's messy, but he likes to over prepare. Just cuz he's so much of a mom - his bag'll be full of some school work, but also emergency first aid kit, scissors, random ass suncream in the middle of winter, tissues, snacks, just anything really. What a man.

Red

The only one to actively search for friends, but with the least amount of social skills to support that desire. He would be absolutely killer at all sports tho, and people would do anything to get him on their team

Has too much energy, so pe is definitely his favourite subject, always placing first in every race, etc. He also enjoys art but not as much. He just hates subjects that are based too much in logic, too unnecessarily confusing for him n sound pretty useless

I think he either has a bag full of random crap - everything including footballs, chocolate and Power Rangers merch, excluding any school notes or homework - or, he literally just doesn't bring a bag at all. Tbh I rly can't decide. I remember when I was in high school I brought a 3d printed hippo w a top hat in my blazer everywhere, and in sixth form I brought a little plastic skeleton everywhere in my pocket. So even if he doesn't have a bag, I just can't get over the thought of him bringing a little action figure or even a little Hot Wheels with him in his pocket at all times. Playing with it when he's bored. Running the Hot Wheels all over his desk and over Tei's head everyday. Fucking cracks me up

Never does homework. Is like only 40% aware of what's happening in lessons at any given time

Eri

Honestly I think my only headcanon for her is that her bag is like a girly handbag type thing that you swing over your shoulder. I hate those type of bags.. But she'd have it

Also ( ͡❛ ₃ ͡❛) gonna go with a self projection kinda headcanon here and say that she actually was quite good at school until she turned like 14 and started having difficulty for 'no reason'. That she used to be the person that her classmates would ask for advice from but now can hardly pass the exams she used to ace. Sad times

[yonder-wander]

Going through my old diary again. It still fascinates me, seeing a version of me that is absolutely still highly compartmentalised but also way more connected to its wants and needs.

It’s weird viewing the exact things that pushed parts into exile. My mother did not, uh, do a good job of teaching me that I was okay.

(Sexuality, horror, and processing under the cut)

“She says perhaps I’m too young. I’m 14! Old enough to know horror is about the thrills of the unexplainable and the mystical, it’s not all about fear.

Apparently I shouldn’t draw horror pleasure. But it’s the only reason I do draw it. Then she says I should do what I enjoy no matter what anyone thinks. It makes no sense.” - 11.11.07

I still remember this day so clearly, emotionally speaking! One part fawning to one part righteous indignation at being told I was too young to create janky art of undead hellbeasts. I’m proud of little me for responding, privately, with a “fuck you I do what I want” - the pages following this are full of messy doodles of bloody claws and hell beasts and harpies with their tits fully out.

To this day I feel a kind of stoppering around the visuals I used to take pleasure in drawing (i love that teen me has no compunctions with saying “i draw horror for pleasure, I draw it to give myself a bit of a thrill” - I knew I found it on some level compelling and exciting). This specific day has left marks on my bones. Drawing images containing blood feels as obscene as drawing explicit sex - “worse”, even? Not Allowed, even? It feels like the Most NSFW Thing I Could Ever Be Caught Making.

In another entry not long after, I accidentally (No for real, no seriously it was not the product I purchased) bought a How To Draw Manga book that was nothing but reference images of lingerie and underwear through the ages. I (in a refuge at the time thus having no privacy) hid it under my pillow like an idiot. It was found, awkward conversations where I sounded like I was lying so blatantly were had, and I write later,

“Well, I’m glad my book is NOT considered p*orn lol […] The thing is, I don’t know what’s deemed acceptable. And I don’t really know how to ASK.”

Absolutely everything about me developing a sexuality was just kind of shamed? All I learned was that if I was caught with content that *was* deemed expressly sexual, that was Bad of me. It taught me to be afraid, and it taught me to be furtive, and it taught me that everything that gives me a thrill down my spine is absolutely definitely to be hidden because that’s the sign something is Bad.

I was so enthusiastic about my horror shit. It lit my brain up because it let me interface with concepts like Pain and Fear in a safe way. The fear that comes with being mortal and the fascination I had with what it might be like if you weren’t - now I think of it, that whole story was just about Scared Impermanent Mortals and Reckless Immortals Trying To Feel Alive. Something felt, after that conversation, Wrong-Forbidden about writing about an undead who threw herself from cliff tops and darned herself back together for fun, or the dethroned necromantically shackled goddess picking fights in hell for the fuck of it, because she could be wounded but never die and she was so fucking bored.

And I guess it’s wild to me - understandable but fucking wild - that she saw this and just reflexively tried to shut it down. I get she probably didn’t want her kid drawing Weird Horror Stuff in case it reflected on her, but it boggles my mind that she didn’t consider the inevitable consequences. I have a lot of feelings about the ways I was made to bottle up part after part. I’m proud of young me for having more integrity with themself than I do. “For pleasure” feels like a dirty phrase to [not shame] about anything i do even when the context is nonsexual? And especially when the sexuality of the thing is Ambiguous like it is with the horror - it’s not inherently a sex thing but it’s definitely somewhere diagonal to it. When “pleasure” means The Thrill, I struggle bad to trust it: if anything, when I do make nsfw content part of me tries really hard to avoid The Thrill. I’m more comfortable with my more outrageous commissions, where the content is Weird and Wonderful But Thoroughly Not Of Interest To Me, than I am making something because I myself get The Thrill.

If it makes me fizzy and excited, I get scared of it Because This Event Taught Me That’s Bad. The battle between Yonder and [not shame] revolves around this, because it’s Yonder’s favourite feeling in the world regardless of context. From a Yonder perspective, “draw what makes your heart do the BIG smiley emote” is what’s happening. From a [not shame] perspective the BIG smiley emote is a harbinger of being told off. Big smiley emote feelings are weirdo behaviour, it says.

And goddddd I’m tired of feeling like a weirdo. I look back and think, wow, that kid did literally nothing wrong. Why would you make that kid feel like it was wrong and bad to have an outlet?

[goodoldfashionedthoughtcrimes]

When I was about 12 years old I noticed this white stuff in my underwear. It was goopy and creamy but when it dried it became crusty. I had no idea what it was. I hoped that if I ignored it it would go away- it didn’t. Eventually I became worried. I thought that I might be slowly pissing myself, but the texture wasn’t right for that. I considered that I might be intersex, have testes, and that they might somehow be leaking. I wanted to ask someone about it, but because of the inherent shame and tabooness around women’s bodies I was too embarrassed to do so. I figured that even if I did ask someone, they wouldn’t be able to help me. I thought that this white stuff in my underwear was a result of me being a dirty freak.

I felt so much shame around my body. I was terrified of sleepovers or locker rooms or anywhere else where someone might see what’s in my underwear. I carried this shame for almost two years.

Then one day a friend’s mother drove me home from school. This woman kept some kind of puberty pamphlet in the back of the car for us to read. I happened to pick it up and read part of it. The section I read taught me that this “white stuff” in my underwear is called vaginal discharge, it happens to all women, it begins anywhere from a year to a week before your first period, and it’s part of my vagina’s healthy natural functions.

I was so reliveved to know that what I was experiencing was normal, but I was also furious. Less than 50 words could have saved me from years of pain and humiliation. But no one thought to mention it. My school had given us some basic sex ed, but they never covered it. But they did cover wet dreams because obviously that’s more important.

I’ve shared my story with other women and it turns out I’m not the only one that had this issue. Dozens of women got back to me telling me that they had the same experience. One poor girl, she messaged me saying something like, “I know this sounds weird, but thank you for teaching me what discharge is.” She went on to tell me that she was 19 years old and that she had been experiencing it for ~8 years and had no idea what it was until she read my post. As soon as she noticed this white stuff in her underwear for the first time she went straight to her step mother who promptly made fun of her for being a freak. The stop mom took her to the gynecologist but they couldn’t figure out what was “wrong” with her. She had been going to the gynecologist and getting all these unnecessary and invasive exams and tests done. She thanked me for telling her what vaginal discharge was and thanked me for letting her know she’s not alone. I sent her a DM telling and infodumped everything I knew about vaginal discharge.

I couldn’t believe her story. She had been going to licences medical professionals for almost a decade and not one of them could figure out that it was just vaginal discharge.

————

When I was ~13 I put my fingers in my vagina and felt something. It felt like a tampon that had been left in there too long. I tried to pull it out but it was stuck. I then tried to scoop it out, feeling around the edges. That’s when I realized that it was attatched to me. It was not a tampon. I was terrified that it might be a tumor. But I was too scared to say anything because of the inherent shame and tabooness surrounding women’s bodies (again) and also because telling someone would mean having to admit that I put my fingers inside of myself.

About a year later I went to the gynecologist for an unrelated reason. I figured that now was the best time to bring it up. The nurse practitioner told me that I would need a pelvic exam to figure out what’s going on. I had been dreading getting a pelvic exam. I had been avoiding them for years because of a bad experience I had as a child. But I was so worried that I had literal cancer that I decided to tough it out. The nurse practitioner poked around for a while and asked if this object I mentioned was shaped like so. I said yes. She informed me that this object inside of my vagina was my cervix.

My fucking cervix! I never would’ve guessed. In the few diagrams of women’s anatomy that I had seen prior, the vagina and cervix look like two distinct organs. It always looked like the vagina ended then the cervix began. I never knew that the cervix poked out into my vagina like that.

————

I had such horrible experiences I vowed to prevent as many women as possible from experiencing the same thing. I made a point to tell my sisters everything I knew before it would be too late. I volunteered to teach sex ed at my high school. I share my stories constantly in the hopes that it’ll prevent someone, anyone, from experiencing the same thing. If I can prevent just one woman from feeling the same that I felt, all of my work will have been worth it.

Why is this the norm? Why are so many women unfamiliar with their own bodies? Why is it that what litte sex ed we get focused on men and their bodies? Why did my sex ed covered wet dreams and how to wash your dick, but never once mentioned vaginal discharge?

I used to agree that 7th grade was way too early for sex ed. I now couldn’t disagree more. Many girls at my school began menstruating before those two hours of sex ed we got in 7th grade. Children need to know what’s going to happen to their bodies during puberty before it happens, not after.

My area loves to pride itself on having some of the best sex ed in the country, but we really do have so far to go.

This is why I’m going into sex therapy/research/education/writing. I want to give free speeches at middle and high schools so the students will be prepared. I want to write books. I want to write a book directed at parents on how to talk to their kids about their bodies and sex. I want to write a book directed at children and teens about their bodies. I’m dedicating my life to prevent as many people as possible from experiencing what I did.

[jungwonenthusiast]

hii can i request bestfriends heeseung and y/n who have never done anything together but one night while having a sleepover things just go in that direction 👀👀👀 (using prompts 8 & 12 please🥺)

A/N: this is such a cute concept i love it (u didn’t specify who says what so i chose lol i hope thats okay, I also made hee a soft dom)

Warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, cock warming

Word count: 3k

You tap lotion onto your face as Heeseung pulls his sheet mask off. He pats the remaining product into his skin.

“You don’t even need that,” you roll your eyes. “Your skin is already perfect.”

“Jealous?” he teases.

“Yes, I one hundred percent am.” you admit and he chuckles.

You finish up in the bathroom and then plop onto your bed. Heeseung leans over you and grabs the remote on your nightstand. He clicks to Bojack Horseman as always then lays down next to you, scrolling through his phone.

You kick him in the shin. “Gimme some space.”

He frowns and sprawls himself on top of you. “What, you don’t wanna love on me?”

You laugh and try to push him off. “I feel violated.”

He rolls away, chuckling.

You’re scrolling through tiktok together when a video of someone joking about porn comes up. You cackle and Heeseung looks at you.

“How do you know about that?” he asks, wide eyed.

“What do you mean?” you ask awkwardly.

“Do you watch porn?” he asks and you turn away from him, giggling.

“That’s a very private question.” you say, covering your face with your hands.

“So you do!” he exclaims and he’s blushing too.

You guys talked about sex occassionaly, only when you were sharing stories about hook ups though.

“What kind do you watch?” he says, only half joking and you punch him in the shoulder.

“That’s an extremely private question.” you say.

“I thought we were for lifers.” he replies and you laugh.

If he were a female friend you wouldn’t hesitate to tell her all of this, but for some reason he made you shy. You still remember when you became aware that he was a guy. It was the summer before tenth grade when he grew three inches, his voice dropped, and his shoulders began to broaden. It was the summer you became more aware of his masculinity and ever since then, things kind of changed. Not for the worse, things are just different now. 

You continue to scroll when another scandalous tiktok comes up. It said something about wanting to be dominated and taken control of.

You groan. “Why do I keep getting these things?”

“The for you page gives you things that it knows you’d like.” he remarks and you scrunch your nose at him. “What? I think it was pretty hot.”

You choke. “You’re a bottom?”

“No!” he guffaws. “I meant to be the giver in that situation.”

“Ohhh,” you say, trying not to get too embarrassed. The thought of him doing that to someone drove you a little insane.

“Are you?” he asks and you shove him.

“You weirdo.” you accuse and he holds his hands up.

“I just think best friends should know these things about each other.”

You shrug him off and turn your phone off. “I don’t trust my phone anymore, let’s watch yours.”

You scoot over to him and rest your head on his shoulder.

He scoffs. “I thought you wanted space?”

“Are you complaining?” you tease.

“Of course not.” He fake yawns to get his arm around you and you cackle.

He taps a gentle beat onto your shoulder while scrolling through instagram. You can’t help but tense up in his embrace. He had been a bit more touchy than usual lately; random hugs, playing with your fingers, adjusting your clothes, and tying up your shoelaces whenever he could.

“Wow I do not like this.” he says at someone’s prom outfit.

“Me neither,” you frown. “It’s kind of outdated.”

“When’s our prom?” he asks.

“I think in a month.”

“We’re going together right?” he asks and your heart skips a beat. You figured that you’d go together but him asking you made you anxious.

“Yeah,” you try to sound confident.

“Are we gonna coordinate our outfits?” he lightly squeezes your side and you squeal.

“But we’re not going as a couple.” you say and he rolls his eyes.

“So? It’d be weird to show up together with mismatched outfits.” he says and you nod in agreement. “Do you have an idea of what you wanna wear?” he asks.

“I think I wanna go more simple and do black.” you say and he groans.

“You always wear black dresses.”

“And? I look hot in them.” you defend.

“You’re right you’re right.” he accepts defeat and you giggle.

As the night goes on you slowly slump further into Heeseung’s side. At one point his arm goes numb so you scooch in front of him and rest your back against his chest. You’ve gotten used to being so close to him, and at this point you just wanted more.

His arms are wrapped loosely around you as you watch Coraline on the tv. He reaches up to run his hand through his hair but instead punches you decently hard in the boob. You yelp and hold your chest.

“Ahh! Sorry sorry!” he holds your shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

You can’t help but laugh through your pain. “Trying to make me lose a boob or something?”

“Noo, no I’m sorry, forgive me.” he asks, sounding genuinely worried.

Sure you were exaggerating your reaction, but what’s wrong with having a little fun with him.

You elbow him in the side and he cries out.

“Revenge.” you say with a smug smile.

He waits a moment before grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back. He’s always stronger than you would’ve guessed. You yell as he climbs on top of you and begins to tickle your sides.

You kick around and try to push him off but he won’t budge.

“Get off, I’m dying!” you cackle from his relentless tickling.

“You asked for it.” he says.

“I thought we promised no tickle fights?” you grab a pillow to protect yourself but he’s quick to chuck it away.

“I had my fingers crossed.” he jokes.

You muster all of your strength and hook your leg around him to get him onto his back, a trick Jungwon taught you.

Without thought, you climb on top of him and pin his hands down. It take you a moment to realize what position you’re in. You both freeze for a second before bursting out laughing.

You fall onto your back, holding your chest.

“What the hell was that?” he asks, laughing. “Some fifty shades of gray type of shit.”

You kick him in the shoulder. “I’m sorry!” you say through a fit of giggles. You try to push yourself up but your legs are bent in a way that makes it a little tough. Heeseung assists you and pulls you up into a sitting position by your waist.

You’re still giggling a bit when you feel his nose brush against yours.

“Hi.” you whisper and he waits a moment before gently pushing his lips against yours. Your heart leaps into your throat but you try to stay calm as possible.

He pulls away (to your disappointment) and looks at you with wide eyes.

“Fuck, I’m sorry-” he says and before he can finish your hold his face and kiss him back. His arms snake around your waist and he pulls you flush against him.

You can’t believe that this is happening. You wonder if all the things you’ve fantasized about would happen tonight. Of course not, you’re crazy, you think. But you could already imagine with hands adventuring your body, touching you just how you like it.

Your fingers dip into the back of his shirt collar. You’re barely touching his skin, but it still feels so special.

His lips move to your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck. Your breath becomes increasingly ragged as his kisses become more open mouthed and messy.

He looks up at you. “Is this okay? Like do you want this?”

You nod eagerly and he smiles. “Cute.” he says to himself.

He gently rests you onto your back and traces your waist before pushing your top up. He peppers kisses all over your stomach and ribs before getting to the band of your bralette.

You blush. “I would’ve worn something nicer if I knew this was gonna happen.”

He shakes his head. “I like it, it’s pretty.”

You tug your shirt over your head along with your bra. He lets out a small gasp and you rush to cover yourself.

“Wait, no no.” he pulls your hands away.

“You’re making me shy.” you turn your head away and he chuckles.

“So perfect.” he says before softly kissing your chest.

You let out a small moan while running your fingers through his hair.

He slowly runs his tongue over your nipples while rubbing your sides. You can feel wetness starting to pool in your underwear.

You instinctively swivel your hips, looking for some kind of stimulation and he smiles.

“Do you need something?” he asks teasingly and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“Yeah,” you answer.

“What is it?”

You shake your head out of embarrassment.

“Well you’re gonna have to tell me or I’m just gonna leave you like this.” he says nonchalantly and you sigh.

You swallow your pride. “Touch me, please?”

“Attagirl.” he says and tugs your shorts off. “Show me how you like it.”

Your eyes widen. “Huh?”

“You heard me,” he says. “Show me first.”

You breathe in nervously before sliding your hand into your underwear. You circle your clit once and do your best to hold in a moan. He pulls your underwear to the side to watch you.

“Do you think about me when you touch yourself?” he asks. “When you’re home alone and it’s late at night?”

You nod sheepishly and he smiles. “What do you imagine?”

“I’m not telling you,” you blush. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. If you tell me, I'll tell you what I think about too.” he suggests and you accept the deal.

“I-I imagine my fingers being yours,” you swallow thickly.

“Mhm,” he encourages you while gingerly kissing your thighs.

“And,” you hesitate for a moment. “I imagine your tongue on me, and you filling me up. What about you?”

He smiles. “I imagine touching you like this,” he rubs his hands down your thighs and reaches up to pinch your nipples. “I imagine kissing you here,” he kisses your inner thigh, “and here,” he kisses you so close to where you need him the most and you quiver. He grabs your hand and pushes your fingers into his mouth. Your eyes widen and he smirks. “You taste good.”

You nearly cum just from seeing and hearing that.

“I imagine doing this.” He lowers his head and licks a gentle stripe up your pussy. Your thighs snap around his head and he pushes them back open.

“Relax sweetheart, let me make you feel good.” he says before delving into you. Your back arches off the bed right away and your fingers find his hair. Goddamn he’s good.

He circles his tongue on your clit, hungrily but still gently.

“Fuck,” you exhale and he smiles.

He pushes a finger into you with ease and soon adds another. You roll your hips against his tongue as his fingers pump in and out of you. You whimper as the overwhelming pleasure runs through your body.

“Oh my god,” you squeak as your legs begin to shake. Already? You think.

His fingers stay at a steady pace as he messily sucks on your clit. You tug at his hair and he moans into you.

“Please don’t stop.” you beg and he obeys.

Your hips begin to lift off the mattress and he pins you down, keeping you in place. Your orgasm pours through you like sweet syrup, leaving you trembling under him.

He comes up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself. You wipe your juices off his chin with your thumb then lick it off.

He watches you in awe. “God you’re hot.”

You pull his hoodie over his head and push him onto his back. Your fingers trace his shoulders, then his waist, and every muscle on his torso. You kiss him down to the band of his sweats before pulling them down along with his Calvins.

His cock springs up and hits his lower stomach. You slowly kiss up his shaft then waste no time getting him in your mouth. He hisses and caresses your hair.

He hits the back of your throat every time you bob your head but you don’t care. His head drops back with a tempting moan.

“Fuck you’re good.” he says with a small smile.

You stroke the inches you can’t reach with your hand.

You wish you could imprint this image of him in your mind: his head lulling back, his adam's apple bobbing every time he swallows, his brows furrowing, his mouth parting open. You’re almost tempted to take a photo.

You take him all the way into your throat and swallow around him. The moan he lets out sounds better than a song.

You look up at him and watch him rake his hand through his hair. His abs contract every time you come down on him.

“Just like that,” he purrs, sending heat straight to your core.

You feel so dirty with your spit dripping down your chin but at the same time, it feels so good.

“Such a good girl,” he coos. “Sucking this cock so well.”

You nod at him and he smiles.

“Come here,” he pulls you into a position where he can reach you better and squeezes your ass. He tenderly traces his fingers down your spine before slowly pushing two fingers into you. You whine on his cock and he smirks.

“Still so wet.” he says while slightly curling his fingers, you jolt and he chuckles. “Feels good huh?”

You nod and he pets your hair. “Keep going, that’s it.”

His fingers pick up the pace as your sucking and licking becomes more sloppy.

His moans become more desperate and when he expects you to pull off you keep your head down, taking his cum down your throat.

“Did you just swallow?” he asks you, still breathing heavy.

You nod with a smile and he pulls you into a passionate kiss.

He flips you onto your back, eagerly kissing down your body before lining himself up with your entrance.

“Fuck me please,” you exhale and he smiles.

“Of course,” he pushes into you and you whine from the feeling. He stretches you out just right. “God you have good pussy.” he moans and you giggle.

He leans down to kiss you and you whimper into his mouth.

“Don’t stop,” you plead and he kisses your neck, sucking and nibbling to leave a hickey. “People are gonna see.” you say and he smiles.

“That’s the point.” he says. "Don’t you want people to know how good you are for me?”

You blush and nod.

“Give me one too sweetheart.” he says softly while leaning over you.

You rub up and down his sides while gently biting and licking at his neck, leaving a pretty red blush on his neck.

His fingers trail down to circle your clit while grinding his hips into yours. Your eyes roll back as he does so and he smiles. He can’t stop thinking about how captivating you are. He can’t take his eyes off you. Which gives him an idea.

He grabs your jaw and turns it to the mirror next to your bed. “Look at yourself.” he says.

Your heartbeat quickens, not used to seeing yourself in this state.

“Look how good you take it.” he says and you can’t deny it, you look hot as fuck.

He looks at you watching his cock disappear in and out of your cunt. You drag your hands over your waist and go to roll your nipples between your fingers.

His fingers are so slick on your clit from your juices and everything feels so good that you can’t really believe it.

He grabs onto the headboard for leverage and he looks so fucking good like this. Ever since he turned your head to the mirror, you can’t look away. You only turn to face him when your legs begin to shake and the fire in your stomach starts to dance.

“Please don’t stop,” you say with sparkling eyes. “I’m close.”

“Cum for me sweetheart,” he says right by your ear. “Be good.”

That alone sends you over the edge.

You’re back arches and your eyes roll back as your orgasm surges through you. He moans into your neck as he releases into you. You’re still pulsing around him when he finishes.

He kisses your cheeks as you come down for your high. “You did so well princess.”

You can’t help but cling to him and he chuckles. “I have to pull out of you eventually.”

“I like the way you feel.” you whine and he smiles.

You opt to cock warm him. He lays on his back and pulls you on top to straddle him. He gently pushes into you as you lay on his chest and enjoy the feeling.

He strokes your back and kisses your shoulder for a bit before he starts to subdtley thrust up into you.

You give him a look and he smiles at you sheepishly. “Wanna go again?”

[science-hoes]

Jealous

Summary: I’ve finally done it. I have written my first seggs fic. Get ready for some smut. Steve flirts with the Reader and Bruce gets super jealous.

Pairing: Bruce Banner x f!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, age gap, office sex, Steve Rogers

You were balancing a cupholder of coffees in your hand when you scanned your fingerprint for access into the lab. Tony often sent you on small errands for the team since you didn’t have a real job besides being an Avenger. Tony still helped Pepper run Stark Industries, Bruce switched between guest lecturing at renowned universities and taking up patients at the hospital in the city, Clint had his workshop and taught archery at a local high school, but you…well, you were still a college student. So on days that you didn’t have more than one class, Tony had you do “secretary” things. Like get coffee.

“Coffee is here!” Tony announced when he saw you enter through the glass doors.

Bruce turned around from the whiteboard he was writing on and rolled his eyes. “Tony, quit bothering her. She needs to be studying for her classes.” He scolded.

Since Bruce decided to take up for you, you handed him his coffee first. “You mean to assume that I’m not naturally smart like you and have to study?” You asked teasingly.

Bruce took the coffee from your hands, fingers brushing against yours in the exchange. A small zap of yearning electricity charged up your arm. “You don’t need to study?” Bruce deadpanned.

Tony walked over and plucked his coffee from the cupholder that you held. “Quit trying to find a way to get rid of my coffee mule.” He nagged before taking a much needed sip from the cup. “I’ve got to go anyway, Pepper needs some help with important company things. Don’t miss me too much.”

“Don’t worry about that.” You replied as Tony left the lab.

Bruce chuckled at your comment before leaning against the table that you had perched yourself on. “So how are your classes going?” He asked.

You shrugged, swinging your legs and watching your feet. “They’re alright. Besides, I’ve got the world’s smartest Avenger to help me whenever I want.” You responded playfully.

Bruce smiled, his cheeks blushing just noticeably. Just as he was about to make a snarky remark back to you, Steve walked into the lab. You both turned as the doors opened.

“Hey, Steve!” You greeted happily.

Steve grinned at you as he walked over. “Just the girl I wanted to see.” He responded.

Bruce simply nodded in greeting at Steve before walking back over to the whiteboard to continue his calculations. That was weird. But you turned back to face the soldier.

“What can I do for you, Cap?” You asked.

Steve placed his arm on the table you sat on, leaning against the frame, which brought his body closer to yours. His dry-fit shirt was hardly of any use because the fabric sculpted the shape of every single muscle and vein underneath. But hey, you weren’t complaining. “I need you to look into a person of interest that attends your university. Possible connection to a recent string of threats going to a SWORD agent. I left the files in your room to look over when you’re ready.” He explained.

You nodded as you soaked in the information. “Yeah, I can totally do that.” You agreed with a sparkling grin.

Your smile made Steve grin in response. “Great, just let me know when you get that done. Thanks, doll.” He said before moving to head out. “Doctor Banner, make sure you watch out for this one. She’s nothing but trouble.”

Bruce never turned around, but only responded “Yes, sir.”

Steve left, and you were still grinning like an idiot. “He called me doll.” You squealed turning back to Bruce.

“Mmhmm.” Bruce curtly mumbled.

You tilted your head in confusion before hopping off the table. “What, that’s not interesting to you?” You teased, placing a hand on Bruce’s shoulder to turn him around.

Bruce met your eyes, and you stumbled backward a bit. His eyes were electric green, and the patches of green were slowly crawling up his neck to his jawline. “No, it’s not.” He growled involuntarily.

You found yourself a little turned on from the feral sound that he made when he spoke. “Doctor Banner, are you okay?” You asked, bravely taking another step forward.

Bruce closed his eyes and took in a deep breath and letting it out. The green slowly faded from his neck, and when his eyes opened again, they were the dark chocolate brown that sparkled with the lights in the room. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He answered calmly, as if nothing happened.

But you could tell he was still very aware that he couldn’t play this off like he wanted to. You took another step forward, almost closing the distance between your bodies. “What the hell was that?” You demanded.

“It was nothing.” He answered as he turned back to his whiteboard and continued scribbling.

“You almost Hulked out on Steve!” You exclaimed, grabbing him by the tie to turn him back around to you.

Bruce wasn’t expecting to be forcibly moved like that, and he stumbled so that your bodies pressed together. The feeling of his exposed forearms brushing against your hands sent shivers down your spine. Your fingers brushed against the veins that you often stared at while you visited the lab.

“I did not almost Hulk out on Steve.” Bruce defended himself, pulling his arms from your hands.

You scoffed, but then grinned and jab your finger in his chest. “You were so jealous!” You exclaimed.

And that flustered Bruce more than anything. “No, I was not.” He tried to step backward, but you grabbed his tie again to keep him close to you.

“Really? It didn’t bother you that Steve called me doll? The 1940s equivalent of sweetheart?” You pushed.

And the flare of green that radiated from Bruce’s irises gave you the answer you wanted. He didn’t say anything in defense, trying to focus his energy on suppressing his intrusive thoughts.

“What are you gonna do about it? Just let him flirt with me like that?” You teased, but in a different sense.

Bruce didn’t realize how close his face was to yours until he could feel your sweet breath on his face. He carefully lifted his glasses off his nose as his vision became clearer with green eyes. “I want to make you mine.” He growled, his voice guttural and deep.

You reached your hands inside of Bruce’s lab coat and rested them on his hips. “Show me how.” You whispered.

And that sent him over the edge. Bruce grabbed your arm and dragged you into his office. He kicked the door shut and slammed you against it, kissing your neck with an unexpected force. You moaned at the sudden contact and the wonderful feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin as he sucked. He grabbed your thighs and effortlessly lifted you around his waist. You grabbed his face from your neck and directed his lips onto yours. Your first ever taste of him. He was so savory and you couldn’t get enough of him.

You shoved his lab coat off his shoulders and began quickly working at the buttons of his shirt before discarding it as well. You ran your hands eagerly across his skin, feeling the friction from his chest hair against your fingers. Your lips only parted so you could take in his appearance, something you’ve wanted to do for so long. His blood vessels bulging from his skin were illuminating with green, but he still wasn’t changing.

“Are you going to be okay?” You asked with concern.

Bruce nodded. “I’ve got this under control. Just let me have you.” He pleaded huskily.

You granted him permission by crashing your lips against his again. He grabbed your shirt and quickly ripped it off your body. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. But you were so turned on by his force. He shoved your bra up and his mouth moved down to your breasts, sucking roughly at each nipple, with a mix of gentle biting and tugging with his teeth. Your hands were tangled in his curly hair, pushing him closer to your body when he did something you liked. While he worked magic on your chest, he hiked your skirt up and pushed your panties to the side. His large fingers carefully worked their way inside, pumping against your walls. The sounds you made only drove Bruce more crazy.

You were trembling at the pleasure he was giving you. You felt your pussy tighten around his fingers, and a white flash blinded your shut eyes as your first orgasm rolled through your body. Bruce gently kissed up your neck back to your lips and removed his fingers from inside you. You opened your eyes just enough to watch him suck your juices off his fingers. You moaned at the sight, somehow becoming more wet.

“You taste so good, baby.” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Bruce shifted to balance you on his knee for a moment as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers down. You could see his cock pressing defiantly against his underwear, and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on it. You reached for his underwear and snatched them down. His cock sprung out, much larger than you would have ever expected. And it wasn’t even green.

“Do you think you can take it, darling?” Bruce asked you gently, brushing his fingers against your cheek.

You nodded eagerly. “Bruce, I need you.” You pleaded.

Bruce moved his hands up your thighs, positioning you above his cock. He slowly lowered you until the tip began to penetrate your pussy. You hissed from the sting as your walls were stretched.

Bruce pressed a kiss against your cheek. “Tell me what you need. Let me know when you’re ready for more.” He whispered lovingly.

The change in tone made your heart flutter. You nodded when you were ready to keep going. Slowly, Bruce lowered you until he was completely bottomed out in your pussy. He let out a shaky moan, almost a growl.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asked, refusing to move without your permission.

You nodded, digging your nails into his back. “I’m okay. Please keep going.” You begged.

And with that, Bruce pulled all the way out and slammed back into you with alarming power. You screamed at the wonderful feeling, scratching your nails down his back. Your screams only encouraged him to keep repeating the same action, emptying you completely and immediately filling you back up. But soon those thrusts became quicker and more rhythmic. He bounced you on his cock, gripping your hips tightly. Hopefully nobody opened the door to his office or else they’d be greeted with your bare ass.

It was only a matter of seconds before you felt another orgasm building up. “Bruce, I’m g-gonna come again.” You managed to say.

Bruce grunted as he felt your walls slowly tighten around him. “Gah, me too.” He buried his face in your neck, quickening his pace. “Where do you want me to come?” He asked.

You pulled him closer to you as you got closer and closer to your end. “Inside me, please. I want to feel you fill me up.” You begged.

And that was all he needed to hear. Bruce gave a few more powerful thrusts before you clenched around his cock and he coated your walls. He held you close to him, tucking your head into his shoulder as you both came down from your highs. You clung to him, taking deep breaths to calm down. Slowly he pulled out, and you felt his come drip out of you. He walked over to the couch that resided in his office and carefully laid you down on it. He grabbed the blanket that rested on top of it and wrapped it around you before sitting down as well. He lifted you into his arms and cradled your body close to him.

You noticed his eyes were back to normal and the green skin patches had vanished. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” You whispered.

Bruce chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead. “Maybe you should’ve made me jealous sooner.” He responded.

You giggled, running your fingers through his hair. “See, I knew you were jealous.”

[astromechs]

and then one to follow the rules more: Vigilmaker + Christopher Marion Smith with that big ole praise kink we know he got.

does this fit the prompt? i'm not even sure. i'm not even sure what this is. i just know i missed these idiots.

fic under the cut and also on ao3!

The first time it happens, he cums in his underwear like a fucking fourteen-year-old boy.

Look, Chris knows there could be worse problems, okay? He's only just turned forty, so he still has plenty of time before his dick gets too old and wrinkly to get it up — and he's, like, in peak physical shape (apart from the old shoulder that acts up that he totally ignores), so his dick is doing stuff. His dick is doing a lot. That's fucking great.

But when they haven't even gotten all their clothes off yet? When all he's done is stick his hand down Adrian's pants, barely even touching his dick at this point — and all Adrian has even said is, “Fuck, that’s good” — this shouldn’t be his reaction. No fucking way.

He’s not some… some stupid sentimental fuck who hasn’t been touched in a while and is just that desperate for praise. Okay, maybe meeting his needs had been hard to come (ha) by in prison, and maybe he’d spent his whole life supposedly desperate for his dad’s approval, but that doesn’t have anything to do with this. And —

It doesn’t even fucking matter in the end, though, because right as he’s about to open his mouth, there’s a gunshot coming from somewhere in the woods behind his trailer. Those skinhead fucks have followed them here; that’s the only thing that can mean. In an instant, Adrian gets into fucking terminator mode, all traces of a smile or anything goofy that’d just been there moments before swiped away as his eyes narrow and his gaze goes sharp; robotically, like he’s on some kind of fucking autopilot, he disentangles himself from Chris, and bends over to collect all the pieces of discarded Vigilante armor from the bedroom floor, one by one.

If it weren’t so fucking terrifying, it’d be kind of hot. No, it’s hot because it’s kind of terrifying; both things can exist at the same time, in all kinds of weird combinations, and if hanging around Adrian this much has taught him anything, it’s that all those things can exist in the same person.

Fuck, no; he needs… his uniform and one of his helmets. A blowdart. A gun. Not to be thinking about anything else — and definitely not the stupid thing that shouldn’t have been happening in the first place.

He assembles all those things in record time (though the fucking pants, recently washed, are still a struggle, and his back slams into the edge of his bed three times as he tries to pull them on), but by the time he does, Adrian’s still way ahead of him, and he only catches a glimpse of him sprinting by through the yard.

Which — it’s a good thing he does, actually, because even if it’s going to mean they’re heard (fuck it), at least he has enough time to call out through the open window:

“Dude, your dick’s still out!”

The only indication he’s been heard is a “Fuck!” that comes from somewhere in the trees, along with all the obvious sounds of more hastily-applied armor.

The second time it happens, he just tells Adrian he’s tired.

Which isn’t that far from the truth, honestly. For one fucking reason or another, he barely even sleeps anymore, and he’s going around all the time pretty much exhausted. Okay, maybe half the reason, more than half, is that his dad’s ghost keeps picking the worst fucking times to appear, leering over him like some demon monster from a disappointing horror movie that doesn’t even have any hot chicks in it to make it worth his time, and it feels like he’s walking around through the fucking fog all day. Always.

He could collapse, right now, without a lot of struggle.

It kind of fucking sucks to lie to Adrian, though, Chris thinks. Not because it’s hard or anything; it’s actually really fucking easy, and that’s the problem. He keeps having these stupid insights all the time now about everything, thanks to his two therapy sessions every week — and a lot of them are about Adrian. How Adrian’s always hanging on his every word, and would believe everything he told him, probably.

There’s always something globbing in his throat when he thinks about that — what he can best place as some form of guilt.

It’s what almost chokes him right now.

But Adrian doesn’t seem offended — and, in fact, doesn’t seem fazed at all. Like he never has any reason to fucking question anything that Chris ever tells him.

“Oh, yeah,” he says, already slipping his pants back on and buckling his belt back up in about two seconds flat. “No problem, man. See you tomorrow!” It’s all bright and fucking cheerful, even as he pivots on his heel and tosses a dumb wave over his shoulder before he strides down toward the front door. “Gonna raid the kitchen at work for zoodles. Motherfucking criminal how much food they waste. Someone should get stabbed for that.”

Even after he shuts the door, Adrian’s humming can still be heard until the Sebring starts up.

Somehow, that just makes Chris feel even worse.

The third time it happens, Adrian figures out that something has to be wrong.

Of all the things that Chris is expecting, it really isn’t that. Look, not because he’s being a dick; it’s not being a dick to point out things that are true, and the truth is that Adrian just isn’t good at picking up on stuff like that.

So it about makes him jump out of his fucking skin when Adrian turns toward him with wide eyes, brows knitted in concern.

It gets really quiet between them for fuck knows how long. Then:

“Dude,” Adrian says slowly, carefully, when it must’ve clearly become obvious that Chris isn’t going first. “Do you… do you not want me to tell you when something feels good?” A pause; he wrinkles his nose, and presses his lips together. “I thought people liked that, and the Internet says that people like that, but you get really weird every time I say something.”

Fuck, Chris thinks. He’s not equipped for these fucking conversations.

He buries his face in his hand, rubbing his temples with two fingers; he hears the bed creak as Adrian sinks down onto it.

“No, it’s….” The last of whatever he’d been trying to say gets lost in a huge sigh. Fuck, everything he can think of just sounds fucking stupid. So, what does he do? Just come out with it? His mouth makes the decision before his brain, he guesses, because the next thing he knows, he’s blurting out: “I do like it, okay? I really like it. Like, apparently a little too fucking much.”

He chances a glance just in time to see Adrian tilt his head, and the whole sight in front of him isn’t that much different than some kind of confused cocker spaniel puppy. (Cocker spaniel… cock… the whole fucking problem here. Fuck. It’s all Chris can do to keep from shaking his head or looking down at the floor, but he keeps his eyes on Adrian.) “How can you like something too much? Isn’t the point of liking something… you know, liking it? Having fun?” After he scrunches his face for a second, like he’s super deep in thought, he adds: “Like, I really like it when we shoot appliances until they blow up, and that’s a lot of fun to me.”

This was never going to go anywhere but in fucking circles; Chris should’ve known better than to try to explain himself.

So, he does the weirdest fucking thing imaginable (weirder than killing fucking aliens): he slides his tightie whities down his legs, and holds them up in front of Adrian’s face.

“Oh.” Adrian’s eyes go round and wide under his glasses. “Sick, dude!” His voice is so loud that Eagly squawks from the next room over, but Adrian is, once again, unfazed. “You’re just really happy about making me happy, and I don’t think it’s a problem. That’s why you’re my BFF.”

It isn’t the first time that Chris has found himself wishing that things could be as simple for him as they apparently are in Adrian’s world, but — and this is another one of those lightbulb moments that he’s going to fucking keep to himself instead of share on Thursday, just to be clear — maybe this time, they can be. Maybe he can let them.

The softness of his own voice is the biggest fucking surprise to him of all. “Yeah?”

“Yeah!” Adrian scoots to the edge of the bed, both of his feet tapping on the floor as his legs bounce. “Hey, I have an idea. How about I shut up — and I can even duct tape my mouth shut — so that I don’t say anything until we’re ready? And then, when we are? I can tell you everything about how good you are, and how awesome everything is, and stuff.”

What that sounds like, Chris immediately thinks, is a fucking impossibility; Adrian’s never shut up a day in his life, and he’ll probably never be able to. But he’s trying to be less of an asshole, you know, overall, he’s really trying, so he doesn’t voice the thought at all. Instead, he just says, voice still, somehow, keeping that softness:

“Sure, what the fuck. We can try it.” After a pause, he adds, “Don’t use all my fucking duct tape, though. Shit’s expensive.”

The smile on Adrian’s face might be able to light up all of Evergreen for at least a few minutes, and maybe — it’s okay if he leans in to press their mouths together for a second, taking some of that for himself.

[darkorderaf]

125,26 drabble (if possible smut) with OC🍊

Ty if you do this i love your works ♥️

Ooooh, yes! Thank you so much for the kind words. <3 I did indeed make it spicy; hope you enjoy!!

Pairing: Orange Cassidy x OFC. Prompts: “Save some for me.” ���Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!” Rating: M. Warnings/Content: Smut! Word Count: 1,981.

(I don’t own gif; credit to hanakimura!)

Sharing a room with Orange Cassidy was relatively uneventful. He functioned off of keeping it casual, taking it easy. And she did too, for the most part. Her and Cass had always been close, even from the early days. She would go so far as to call him one of her best friends and he would just nod if he ever got asked about it.

She didn’t know when the change happened, when her completely platonic thoughts shifted to something decidedly not in the same lane. Or area code.

Maybe it was the time the both of them had way more shots than they should have and they shared the same bed. Completely platonically, of course, but they had never shared a bed before then. When she woke up the following morning, hungover and mouth dry as a desert, she felt him stir under her. His skin was against hers, the lean muscle of him both relaxed yet firm. His hand on her hip.

Her leg had been tossed over his trim waist, her head comfortably in the crook of his shoulder. She didn’t know what to do. Both of them slept in their underwear regularly and they had seen each before in just that, it wasn’t weird. They were just that comfortable with each other. But this was...different. All she could do was stare at him in quiet horror. Horror that dissipated into a heat-driven appreciation as she looked at him. The v of his slim hips, the defined muscles that contracted with each breath, the perfect stubble that framed his perfect mouth. She wondered at how he felt against her and under her, then wondered about him maybe even on top of--

She had pulled away from the proverbial stovetop that was Orange Cassidy and fled to the bathroom.

Oh no.

Her best friend was hot.

They never talked about it. Ever since then, she tried to keep it casual. Take it easy. Tried to ignore the way her heart raced at the sight of him or how she had to press her thighs tight together when she stood outside the ring, being the supportive best friend that she was. They still shared a room and they kept their separate beds. That worked just fine, just what they were used to. She chalked it up to a brief wave of hormones and that was it. She was totally fine and totally not thirsting after her best friend.

Jokes on her, her brain had different plans.

Not but a day later, the dreams started.

The ones where Orange pulled her in the ring and taught her a different kind of submission. Or showed her how to turn it back around on him. The ones where he caught her pleasuring herself and told her “save some for me” before he took her slick fingers into his mouth like it was the easiest thing. The ones where they fit together so well, she woke up with her toes curled and a silent scream of pleasure in her throat. The ones where he slipped his sunglasses onto her as she rode him, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watched her breasts bounce.

All they were were dreams and when she woke up, she took care of herself in the shower and did her best to shove it to the farthest corner of her brain. It was entirely inappropriate and he was her best friend and he totally didn’t see her that way. She pushed the way that made her heart inexplicably clench and ache to the back of her mind too.

A squeaky hotel bed frame narced on her.

She was in a deep sleep, her mind back in that dreamscape where she opened up for Orange and he murmured to her. Murmured to her how good she felt, how he could feel her squeezing him when he fucked into her just right. How they should have done this ages ago and she moaned in agreement.

Orange was a heavy sleeper. Everyone knew that. But it could take him longer than the average bear to fall asleep. Especially when he listened to the way his best friend thrashed in the opposite bed and the bedframe wouldn’t stop squeaking. Was it a nightmare? She seemed to be having a lot of those lately. Sometimes he heard his name. His dreams were getting more intense too. He never asked about hers and never brought up his. Maybe he should have.

He rolled onto his side to look at her. Her sheets were halfway down her body and sweat made her shirt cling to her torso. He ignored the way he could make out the silhouette of her hard nipples, instead focused on the way she breathed and how her face contorted. Tried to ignore the way he could feel himself getting hard just at the sight of her so breathless.

He didn’t know when that had started. Maybe when she pressed herself right against him that night they got too drunk and mouthed sleepily against his neck that she loved him, that he was her best friend and she was so lucky to have him for a best friend. Pressed against him so tight he could feel all of her. He didn’t look at her like a best friend when the morning light started to bleed into their room. He felt awful for it and when she shot out of the bed in the morning, he thought he might be able to breathe easier about it. It was just a one-off flash of hormones.

Who was he kidding?

“Hey,” he called. She didn’t respond. He shoved the sheets off his body and threw his legs over the side. Maybe they could switch beds or he could talk her out of her nightmare. He stood up with a sigh and crossed the small space between their beds. His hand hovered over her bare shoulder. “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Cass…”

The sound of her heated, desperate voice shot straight to his groin and he bit the inside of his cheek.

“Right here. You’re loud. Are you ok--” He paused when his eyes ran over her body. Traced the path of her arm under her sheets and the movement that disturbed the sheets over her. Hear the sound of slick as she worked herself. Heard the way she begged him please. Oh fuck. “Wait...Are you...What?!”

His hand went to her shoulder, squeezed it, and that snapped her out of her trance. That and his raspy panic. They stared at each other in the dim light of the hotel room, their eyes wide and chests heaving. She slipped her hand out from under the blanket and he nearly groaned at the sound of her panty’s elastic waistband snapping against her skin. The dim light caught the slick on her fingers and they continued to stare at each other.

She wanted to vanish. Maybe call Freddy Krueger to pull her through the mattress and murder her because fuck, how were they going to get past this?

“Cass, I’m so sorry,” she fumbled out, unsure of what to do with her hand or the brink of orgasm she was quickly pulling away from. Her eyes burned in embarrassment and frustration. He knew. He totally fucking knew. “I can get a different room and we can just avoid each oth--’

“I have them too,” he said, far more calm than she was. She blinked at him. “Wet dreams.”

“Cass, this is different. This is weird and gross and god, how can you look at me?”

“About you,” he sat down and the mattress squeaked. His desperate, breathy, frustrated tone froze her. “They’re about you.”

In a moment of panic, she tried to wipe her hand off on her shirt but Orange’s long fingers around her wrist made her pause. He muttered don’t and leaned forward. Didn’t break eye contact with her as his lips hovered over her skin.

“Can I taste you?”

His question burned straight through to her pussy and she clenched her thighs. His words stunned her. All she could do was nod. Slowly, his tongue prodded her slick fingers and wrapped around the digits as he pulled them into his mouth. He took his time cleaning her fingers and when he was finished, he sat back up.

“That was one,” he said, his voice strained. She watched how he palmed himself through his pajama pants and she tried to sit up. Pink stained his cheeks, his neck. Made his lips all the more appetizing. “There’s been...a lot.”

“Do you…” She paused. It was hard to breathe. “Should we, um, talk about them? The dreams.”

“Nah,” he said. Orange offered her his hand and she took it. He pulled her over to his bed, one hand on her ass and the other on her hip. His heavy tone, accentuated by his heavy-lidded eyes and the way his hands slid under her shirt to feel her hot skin, convinced her. Left her worries in a pile of ash. “Wanna show you.”

He took his time pulling her to him. Took his time learning her lips, mapping them out with his own. The bed was quiet when he pushed her thighs apart and tasted her fully. She sighed his name, almost screamed it when his fingers slid inside her and crooked just right. He liked the sound of it. His lips on her felt right. He kissed the inside of her thighs as her muscles twitched. He sat back on his heels and looked at her, glowing and sweat-slicked because of him. It was a different kind of glow than the one she got when he made her laugh, when they talked late at night, when they sat by each other at the bar with the boys and giggled over inside jokes.

When he finally slid inside her, heavy and hot and perfect, they groaned in unison. Her fingers anchored themselves in his hair and her thighs made a home around his hips. Shifted back and forth with him as he pumped in and out of her. He wasn’t known for being talkative but that night, he couldn’t stop talking. Couldn’t, wouldn’t, stop praising her. Wouldn’t stop telling her how fucking good she felt, how they should have done this before, how dreams weren’t shit compared to that moment. Her walls fluttered tight around him and he swore.

“Cass, I’m close,” she whined. “Please, please.”

His head fell to her shoulder and his fingers to her aching clit.

“Come on, come on,” Orange gasped out, sweat dripping from his hair and pale chest flushed. “Wanna come with you.”

Her hips bucked against him and her back arched. She squeezed him impossibly tight and he was done for. With another heavy thrust, he came with her and the pulse of him inside her coaxed a filthy moan out of her. He swallowed it with his mouth, their tongues searching for each other in a mess of spit and low moans that was their first kiss. The last shudders of him passed and his forehead fell to her shoulder. Her fingers threaded through his blonde hair and he picked his head up to search her face. Were they just desperate? Where would they go after this? She seemed to read that in his eyes and her post-bliss smile comforted him.

“That was one of mine,” she whispered to him. “But I’ve had a lot more too. I’m...Would you...Want to talk more about them?”

Orange huffed against her and they both moaned quietly when he pulled out of her. He sat back on his heels and brushed his hair from his eyes. His thumb traced her hip bone. He squeezed her soft skin and she relaxed back into the bed.

“Yeah,” he breathed out with a lazy smile. “Sounds cool.”

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Call Girl.

for you Zbops... anything

part one   part two

Endevour x camgirl!Reader

wanrings: sugar daddy, sex, Mentions of drug use, choking, jealousy,  Daddy kink, mentions of cam girls and sex work. 

word count: 1,800 (about)

summary: idk this is weird and horny and doesn’t have a plot. 

“(y/n) please? Endeavor likes you he’s not going to be mean if you’re there,” Keigo whined tugging at your sleeve. You shook him off. It was true that ever since you started fucking Endeavor, he was a little bit nicer to your boss. Or to put it more accurately, he hurried your boss out of the office so the two of you could have fun. This new development certainly made your life more interesting. It added a new thrill to your live shows to know that the number one hero was watching along with all the normal people. 

Your bank account was also taking a boost from this new relationship. You had been worried Enji would try to strong-arm you into giving him more content for free. But no, Endeavor was more than happy to pay for all sorts of premium content on the side as well as compensating you for the in person time you spent together. It was almost enough money to quit your day job with Hawks and become a full time play thing for the older richer man.

“Sorry Hawks but I’m already busy tonight cleaning up after you so you’ll have to go with out me,” you huffed making him pout. “But by all means send my love to Endeavor if you think that will make him nicer somehow,” you added already imagining how that would play out. 

“There’s no way you can reschedule?” he asked for the hundredth time. a couple of photographers got a less than flattering picture of Hawks smoking a joint and if you didn’t wrangle that picture out of their cold dead hands it was your ass on the line. 

“this is an emergency Keigo, you can stand one meeting with the man now go, before you’re late,” you said shoving him out of the window, a horrible thing to do to any one except the winged hero himself. 

Endeavor did nothing to hide his disappointment when he saw you weren’t with Hawks. What was the point of dealing with the annoying blonde If you weren’t with him?

“don’t pout old man She wanted to come promise. Even told me to give you a big kiss for her,”

“Sit down,” he snapped rolling his eyes. You had been such a tease all day long, with not only a constant stream of revealing photos on your onlyfans and premium snap chat. but the personal texts about how much you missed him for the past few days where what really got to him. 

“So how long have you been fucking my secretary?” hawks asked stopping him in his tracks

“I’m married, I’m not sleeping with anyone.” Endeavor shot back. Hawks rolled his eyes

“You don’t have to lie to me, I get it. You like her because she’s hot and she likes you because of Daddy issues I just want to know if you’re like exclusive or if I still have a shot with her-”

A hot wave of jealousy hit him. He’d never felt bothered by the fact that other men were looking at you and fantasied about you but some how if it was Hawks it would be too far. 

“Do what you want with your slutty PA, I don’t touch her.” 

“Bull shit, every time we have a meeting you rush me out so you can get your nasty hands on her and you leave marks you know that? you could at least be gentle with her, Dude,” Hawks chided. He had known he’d left bruises. He liked seeing the jealous comments asking whose hand was branded on your thighs. He just hadn’t known Hawks had noticed too. He was always under estimating the number two.  

“So what if I am?” he asked. “what difference does it make to you?”

“Like I said I want to know if I have a shot with her,”

“you don’t,”

“You think so? I think I’ve got a chance if she likes Heroes,” Endeavor was going to kill him. 

You groaned leaving the restaurant. You had succeeded, but It had taken a lot out of you. You wanted to go home but as you checked your phone you saw Endeavor texted you. 

Hawks said you’d be out tonight. Come over to my office once you’re done. I don’t care how late it is. 

you smiled, you could use some stress relief right about now

on my way

Just a few moments later you were knocking on his office door. You wondered if he would be needy, something must be up, he’s never demaned you came over like this, sex was more of a heat of the moment thing. 

“Come in,” he barked.  You hadn’t even closed the door behind you before Enji was marching over to you. 

“You kept me waiting,” he growled and lifted you off the ground as easily as if you weighed nothing at all. His strength amazed you sometimes. You weren’t the lightest girl in the world but he had no trouble as he dropped you on his oak desk.

He grabbed your jaw roughly and shoved his tounge in your mouth his other hand already reaching to remove your blouse. The flames of his beard tickled your jaw as he mauled your mouth. They weren’t hot enough to burn, just warm enough to heat up your face while he trailed kisses over your body. 

Endevour had never been perticularly gentile with you per say, but now he was being especially rough. While he normally was carful not to rip your clothing so you could leave just as put together as you came in, this time he didn’t sem to care at all. Buttons flew as he tugged off your shirt and you heard ripping sounds as he unclasped your bra

“E-Enji,” you gasped as his teeth grazed the pulse point of your neck. He ignored you and kept biting down your neck. 

“you have no idea how badly I need you” he growled gnawing at your skin, He pried one of your hands off of his chest and pushed it between his legs letting you feel how much he needed you. 

You looked down and saw his aching cock through his impossibly tight hero costume, you could almost make out the veins through the taught fabric. you flattened your palm against his shaft slowly masaging his cock while he continued his assault on your torso. 

His large hands easily cupped your breasts kneading the globes of flesh roughly. He pushed you down laying your back against the desk. Enji grabbed you by the knees and pushed your legs apart forcing your skirt up around your waist. he jerked you down pressing your clothed cunt to his cock. 

His body covered yours easily as he leaned down kissing you agian, this time his lips landing on your chest, peppering your tits with marks. Enji loved his hickeys loved claiming you. if you were being honest. you liked it too. In a weird way it made you feel special. 

His hips rutted against your slowly humping your clothed sex. Both of you groaned at the friction. His hand snaked up tangling in your hair and yanking back. You cried out in pleasure as pain ripped through your scalp. You clawed at his shoulders encouraging his actions. 

“Mine,” He growled “look at me you are mine,” he stated firmly tugging on your hair again. his eyes were bright with fury.

“I don’t care how much that bird-brained fuck offers to pay you I’ll tripple it, this pussy is mine and If Hawks tries to touch you I’ll rip his head off.” He rolled his hips agian and your cunt clenched. you felt so empty, you struggled against his grasp to no avail, you desperately wanted him to fuck you already. 

“I-I don’t want to fuck Keigo,” you whimpered back in response. He pulled back ripping off your underwear before reaching to rip off his own under garments

“After tonight you won’t want anyone else,”

His cock was proportional,  just as large and intimidating as the rest of him. 

“Do you need to be stretched or are you still fucked loose from last night?” He purred teasing the head against your clit. Last night you’d done a stream again with the novelty Endeavor themed dildo and you knew no amout of stretching was going to stop this from hurting, but you welcomed the pain. 

“Just fuck me already, please Daddy I need it so much,” you moaned spreading your legs as far as you could while he was gripping your legs.  He smirked and pushed in. 

He didn’t bother going slow, you didn’t need slow pampering, you needed friction if you were going to feel better. The moment he was fully sheathed inside of you he pulled back thrusting in again.

“His pathetic prick couldn’t even compare, I wonder if you’d even feel him your cunt’s so stretched to the shape of my cock,” he growled in your ear. your eyes rolled back in your head as he pounded into, gutteral moans being pulled from your throat. The streach of his cock burned, but slowly the ache turned to pleasure as your doughy walls relaxed, and more slick coated his cock. 

“f-faster Daddy please,” you moaned. He complied shaking the desk with each rock of his hips. 

He took your cheeks in his hands tugging your face up to his level so he could bite your jaw. He let out a low groan against you skin. He was close, you could feel it. 

“Fuck I’m going to cum,”  you moaned knowing he wouldn’t be far behind. His Hand dropped to your neck cutting off your airflow. 

“Go ahead and cum on my cock, I want to feel you cream on my cock,” he growled

“you- you too, I want you to cum to,” you moaned your body spasming under his muscular frame. 

“I’ll cum when I’m damn ready slut, Just do what you’re told,” He spat.  His cock hit your g-spot making you see stars. 

“there’s my good girl,” he praised, he gripped your hips and started moving your body for you, using you like a doll as he chased his own release. 

“you’re sweet cunt is perfect for me baby, and only me,” he growled. His hips snapped forward burrying himself inside of you, his cock throbbing with release. 

“There, now you’re insides are claimed too, so you better not forget who you belong too,” he growled relaxing his grip on your neck, you slumped back on the desk, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. he pulled out and a river of semen spurted out of you. You had teased him about how much he came in the first private show, but it was always wild to see it in person.

“You sure know how to make a mess,” you teased grabbing a tissue to clean yourself up.

“It’s not a mess it’s a reminder,” he purred kissing your forehead. 

“Yeah now I’ll never forget who’s my daddy,”

[liam-93-productions]

This weekend it’s the UK’s biggest event on the entertainment calendar, with the 74th EE British Academy of Film and Television Awards taking place at the Albert Hall with guests and nominees attending virtually for the first time, thanks to Covid-19. And while the awards promise to be as exciting as possible in these unprecedented times, on Sunday night we will also be treated to another exciting world-first in the form of Liam Payne being beamed into houses up and down the country while performing for the opening of the ceremony.

Yup, if you’ve ever fancied the former One Direction crooner serenading you at the end of your bed, on Sunday you can make your dreams a reality – or augmented reality – as Liam has joined forces with the EE network to create a 3D avatar hologram of himself that can be beamed through the app ‘The Round’ (available on any mobile device) as he performs at the Albert Hall. Super fans can also get to experience the avatar in their homes, or on-the-go, ahead of the performance, if they tune in via the app at 6.45pm, 15 minutes before the hologram joins real Liam on stage to perform.

GLAMOUR caught up with Liam to discuss this sci-fi sounding excitement as well as hear how the past year has treated him. In a wide-ranging chat with the ever-charming Liam, we covered all things from the struggles of lockdown and coping with his mental health to his former bandmates, burgeoning acting career, new music (...).

Is the fact that you're performing at the BAFTAs a sign that your acting career is on the rise?

I've done a lot of auditions, a lot of tapes. The thing about acting somebody told me, it’s very much like: are you right for the part and is the part right for you? I think it takes a lot of talent, luck and judgment going into acting to actually get into a job. I mean, hat's off to anybody who does it because it's a long process. I seem to get through to like the final five or final three people for every role and then not quite get it. Which is frustrating but, you know, that’s how it goes. I've had a fair few auditions and I was lucky enough to get into the final five again for one audition that I got to meet Steven Spielberg [a couple of years ago] on my 25th birthday which was quite amazing. But it's been fairly slow through the pandemic obviously.

And what about music? Have you been writing anything, or even been in the studio?

I'm going to the studio later on today actually, to record something for the first time in a while. Which is quite weird to be traveling back into London to go into work. I've been doing some stuff from home as well, which has been quite interesting. Zoom sessions don't really work out all that well, it's very difficult. I'm sure a lot of musicians will agree. So, it's been kind of hard to work properly during this half of the pandemic. The other first half of the pandemic, I just did these live shows, which was really amazing to play live and do them online, which was kind of strange... It's been difficult in terms of the creative process for me.

The past year has been challenging for absolutely everyone, no matter their circumstances. How has it affected you on a personal and a professional level?

In the first half of it, I was so busy that I didn't really notice it as much, except for having to do a lot of stuff myself without crew and learning to do hair and makeup was kind of a weird experience. But then this second half, I stopped working and I had a full, proper month off [and that was] really hard. And it was all a bit dark for me for a little bit and I'm sure many people experienced it. Just not being able to go anywhere, not be able to do anything. It really, really hit home. And I just found myself sat in the same place day in, day out. And I was like, okay, I really do not know what to do with myself.

You’ve bravely spoken about struggling with your mental health in the past, and you say now that you did go into a bit of a dark place recently, how have you coped with that?

I think it's an ongoing experience. For me, learning to relax has always been quite a hard thing to do because I feel like if I'm not moving forward, then I must be going backwards. And I think that's something that I've always struggled with. So, in a way it's kind of a blessing in disguise, as this has all kind of taught me to relax a little bit more. And to not be so worried about that, like the world is not going to fall over if I don't do something today. So, it's been nice in that respect. But I think for a lot of people it's difficult, and I definitely took for granted how much I miss my family. I'm used to being away from home, I'm used to being abroad and not seeing very much of them. But I'd always see them at a show or at something once a year. And then now that that's all been taken away, it's been a lot to not see my family and realise how much they actually ground me.

So, what have you found helpful or supportive during the past year? Have you turned to anything to get you through these dark times?

Friends that are there for you... [talking to] one of my managers that I'm quite close with. I think a lot of guys struggle to talk about what the hell is going on a lot of the time. And for me and him, actually we're quite heart on our sleeves sort of people, so we talk a lot about different things. But I think if I didn't have that, someone to share that with, I think I would have struggled a hell of a lot more.

Like a mental health mate?

I mean, we literally talk about everything. We're probably too honest with each other! But I think it's important that everybody has that person. I'll be honest, at the start of this, drinking definitely became a lot more of a thing because there just didn't seem to be any boundaries. I wouldn't say I drank too much, I'd say I drank too often. Just through the boredom, I guess. A lot of people were going through that though I think - there was so many funny, great memes about it I saw friends of mine put up. But it can be quite dark at times. I think the only thing that's really helped me through that is just learning to work out again and learning to put boundaries in for myself in terms of what food I'm eating. As a pop star, I think you're always quite weight conscious. My job has always been about having to work out, doing underwear modelling and all that sort of thing, it makes you quite body conscious at times. It was nice to be able to just sit and eat pizza and chocolate, I really enjoyed that. But getting myself back into the habit of working out and then having a cheat day put in place, so that there was more boundaries in line, I think has definitely helped me.

I'm quite fortunate that I don't put a stack of weight on, although I have gone up rather a lot in size over this time. But I think it was more about routine for me than anything. And I always say, having a small victory before you get into bed at night time. Or life just gets depressing. Whether that small victory is making sure you've spoken to a family member, you've worked out, or whether you did learn to do something today, just something small. There's one task that you literally can't be arsed with, you should get done just on the day, so that you feel good about yourself when you get into bed.

That's so important. So, do you almost have a checklist before you go to bed?

I think as long as I make the gym and I've done that bit and I've taken care of my needs, just cooked some nice food. That's mainly it for me, really. And then I feel good about it. (...)

(...)

Moving on to social media, you've obviously got such a massively positive fan base, but how do you cope with the negative side of social media and the impact that can have on your mental health?

I struggled with it for a long time. I argued with people. I was aggressive on their points trying to fight my own side. And I think for some people you are talking to a brick wall, you will not win and there's no point trying. And also, the more you talk about it, the worse it gets. So, I just shut up and put up a lot of the time. I think it's the Queen that says, "never complain or never explain." And that's something I think myself I do live by because it's just like, with some people it gets worse having the argument and trying to explain yourself. But all of it, it's like five minutes of your life for somebody who doesn't know you, it's just a bit pointless.

You have so much intense public scrutiny on you all the time, how do you navigate keeping something back for yourself, and how have you managed to maintain that sense of privacy over the years?

I think this has been one of my biggest struggles this whole time. Because, I'm very much a heart on the sleeve sort of person. I didn't actually realize this for a long time, but I often give a little bit too much away…But it's definitely a difficult one to flick the two people apart. So that you're on stage, you're a certain type of person, and at home you're a certain type of person. That's always something I've really struggled with.

And you've been famous since the age of 16. How did you manage growing up in that sort of public glare?

Never did! [laughs] My friend was [recently] talking about how he’s got a teenage son that he was really struggling with at the moment. And I was thinking, "oh my God, imagine how much people would have struggled having five teenagers, rowdy boys in a band. It must've been terrible, there's no getting through to them!" And for a while, it probably was. I think we all go through that awkward teen phase where you're finding yourself. And most of us, we get to get away with it. And they're funny family photos for later on; here was your emo phase or whatever you went through! And for us, we never got away with being awkward or annoying at points. It was kind of out there for everyone to see; the awful haircuts and we’re talking terrible clothes, it was all out there.

What has your career taught you about the idea of success and the idea of failure?

I think it's taught me lots about how you would measure success. I came from a family that weren't very well off. We didn't have a lot. My dad was in debt actually when I started. So, success for me always meant a monetary thing to start off with. But then as I got older, I realized I don't really buy all that much. I don't really spend a hell of a lot of money. So, it can't be about a money sort of thing. And it's more now become more about happiness and experiences. And the one thing I always say about my job, no matter what, and everybody gets annoyed at their job sometimes, it is what it is. But for me, at least I get to put a smile on someone's face.

Yes, you do! And what has it taught you about failure?

That's a really good question. It’s taught me I think that perseverance will always prevail in that sense. Because it doesn't always go exactly to plan. We were really lucky when we came up, we absolutely skyrocketed. And then, it's been hard to follow that ever since. But you know, measuring a failure as well. What is a failure? And people will look at this and, for us sometimes getting a 100,000,000 streams isn't quite what we aim for, but it's still 100,000,000 streams….you have to kind of get a hold of yourself. Everything is about perspective at the end of the day, isn't it? That was something I struggled with for a long time, because of how well it went [for the band.]

So you had such high expectations for everything?

Yeah. And it's like, time to give that a break really. And Louis from my band has always been quite great to sit with me and talk with me about stuff. And if I'm feeling a certain way. We've been quite good with each other, actually in that respect and helping each other out, which has been nice.

And finally, if you could sit down with the Liam who was starting out in One Direction in 2010, what advice would you have for him?

I think just have more fun and relax a little bit. I think I was a very serious child, one of those man-childs, I was a man in a child's body pretty early on. And I think I would have avoided that stage, to be honest with you. To enter One Direction as that difficult, because it just meant that I got completely a different job to everybody else.

You were the grown up one?

That was it. And it was boring. I should have just larked around and thrown plates out the window and stuff!

More rock and roll?

Well, I mean at the start, and then later on a bit less rock and roll [laughing.]

Well, thank you so much, Liam. And we look forward to seeing your performance on Sunday at the BAFTAs.

I'll see you wherever you want me in your house, I guess.

Liam Payne is performing an exclusive EE BAFTA AR real-time music performance, ahead of his 5G-powered opening show at the 2021 EE BAFTA Film Awards. Download ‘The Round’ app to enjoy the live AR experience through your mobile phone, wherever you are, this Sunday 11th April 2021 at 18:45pm BST.

[lumosandnoxwriting]

Just Peachy - George Weasley

Title: Just Peachy Pairing: George x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Pegging, male receiving oral, male fingering, slight fem!dom/sub!george, teasing, degradation. Seriously George takes it up the ass if you don’t like it don’t read it k thanks Summary: with the world wide web at his fingertips it’s only natural that George finds something new to try in the bedroom A/N: for the anon who wanted George getting pegged. Like I said in the warnings, George takes it up the ass so if that makes you uncomfy or you don’t like it don’t read! I’m also not tagging anyone as I don’t want to make anyone uncomfy or upset! Feedback is always welcome!

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Giving George a laptop and access to the internet turned out to be both a blessing and a curse. A curse because he quickly became obsessed with browsing the internet, and he spent most of his time scrolling away on reddit or with his headphones on, watching some random YouTube video. He could chatter on for hours about a thread he found on reddit or a meme he discovered when browsing on Instagram and once he discovered how to order things off of amazon it got even worse. At least once a day a package containing some random gismo or trinket arrived at the doorstep of their shared flat, and George would excitedly rip open the box and use whatever was inside for a few minutes before jumping back on his computer to order more useless crap.

But his newfound love of the internet was also a blessing. George had figured out how to connect his laptop to the tv in his and Y/N’s bedroom, and every night before falling asleep they would cuddle together in bed, watching some tv program or film on Netflix. Along with George’s obsession with shopping for useless gadgets, he’d started to pick things up for Y/N as well. It was never anything big, a box of her favorite chocolates, a candle he thought she’d enjoy the smell off, a new pair of fuzzy socks for her to wear around the flat in the winter. Just anything he saw that made him think of her.

George’s new love of the internet also did wonders for their sex life, something Y/N welcomed happily.

Along with the random cute presents George started ordering for Y/N, he also started ordering some sexy ones as well. Her wardrobe is now dripping in different sets of lingerie and her underwear drawer is filled to the brim with lace clad panties. Their sex toy collection has nearly doubled in size, with toys for them to use together or on their own being added to the mix. And thanks to George’s Pornhub premium subscription, they’ve tested out some new positions and kinks in the bedroom as well. Some were only a one time thing, others have become a permanent part of their intimate moments, but everything has been pleasurable, nonetheless. It’s made their relationship stronger and helped George ask for things he never thought he’d want, even those that may be a tad unconventional.

-

George clears his throat as he tugs Y/N closer to his side, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. He can tell she’s close to drifting off to sleep by the way her chest is moving with slow deep breaths and he knows he’ll never get the chance to ask the question that’s been burning on the tip of his tongue for weeks if he doesn’t do it now. “You ever heard of pegging?” he asks into the quiet of their bedroom.

“Like clothes pegs? The things you use to hang your washing up with?” Y/N mumbles sleepily into his chest.

George chuckles and he can feel some of his nerves easing away. “No, it’s like a sex thing.”

“Like putting clothes pegs on your nipples? Sounds kinda hot,” Y/N teases, turning so she can look up at George. “Though I imagine the splinters would be a nightmare to get out.”

“Not quite,” George responds, biting his lip. “It’s, um. This thing where. The girl wears this thing, a strapon, and um. Uses it to. Ya know, fuck the guy.” George’s cheeks feel like they’re on fire, and he looks up at the ceiling to avoid Y/N’s gaze.

“Oh,” she responds quietly, reaching up to cup one of George’s cheeks. She rubs the flushed skin with her thumb soothingly, waiting for him to relax into her touch before she continues. “Is that something you’re interested in? Something you want me to do to you?”

“I. Um. Uh. Yes, I think so. Only if you want to,” George babbles nervously, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

Y/N grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers before bringing it down so she can press a few kisses to the back of his hand. “Georgie, look at me.” When George finally looks back down at her Y/N smiles softly and squeezes his hand. “You never have to be embarrassed about this kinda stuff with me George. If you wanna try it, we’ll try it. Simple as that.”

George leans down to kiss Y/N briefly. “Just didn’t want you to think I was weird or something.”

“Of course I think you’re weird,” Y/N teases, kissing him again. “But there’s loads of other reasons for that, and none of them have to do with your sexual preferences. There’s no shame here, love. I’ll do some research and then we’ll get down into it, yeah?”

“You’re the best, you know that?” George compliments, settling back into the pillows.

Y/N hums as her eyes flutter closed, letting the sound of George’s heartbeat lull her to sleep. “Damn right.”

-

Over the next few days Y/N spends every ounce of free time she has browsing different forums and websites, trying to find out all she can to make sure the experience is as pleasurable for the both of them as possible. She watches far more porn than she ever thought she would, spends hours searching on various sex toy websites to find the perfect strapon and she does more research on lube than any person should ever do in their lives.

Y/N keeps everything a secret from George until the day they’d decided would be best to try for the first time. They choose a Friday, that way George will have time to recover from any soreness before he’s expected to be back at work and if they both find it enjoyable, possibly do it again.

While George is at work Y/N decides to grab the strapon from where she’d been hiding it in the back of the closet, so she can clean it off one last time and figure out how to properly strap it to her body, so she doesn’t have to fumble with it later. The harness she’d chosen has a part that settles into her slit, with ridges and bumps that’ll drag across her clit with every thrust. A shiver runs down her spine as the cool leather wraps around her skin and she tightens the straps, adjusting them so they fit tight on her hips and thighs.

“This is kinda hot,” Y/N mumbles as she stares down at the dildo resting at attention in between her thighs. It’s flesh colored and slightly curved, and it’s about 7 inches long and moderately thick. She wraps her hand around it, slowly moving her wrist as if she’s jacking off. “Fucking hell,” she groans as the ridges on the strap brush her clit, her hips jerking forward. Y/N wraps her hand around the base and grabs her phone off of the bathroom counter, snapping a picture to send to George.

Can’t wait to have you begging for my cock xx

George takes his phone out when he feels it vibrate in his pocket, figuring its Y/N sending him a sweet message. Ever since she taught him how to text a few months ago she’s started sending him little things throughout the day while they’re apart. Usually it’s a text to let him know she’s thinking about him or sometimes it’s a meme or a video she found that she figures he’d enjoy too.

So, when he opens his phone and is met with a picture of her hand wrapped around the dildo Y/N plans on fucking him with later his cheeks immediately turn bright red as he nearly drops his phone on the ground. His cock twitches in his trousers and he has to grip the counter in front of him and take a few deep breaths to try and calm himself down. That image is going to be imbedded in his brain for the rest of the day, and he has no idea how he’s supposed to make it through the next few hours knowing what’s waiting for him at home.

“You alright?” Fred asks as he comes out of the back, taking in George’s flushed appearance.

George hums and nods, locking his phone and shoving it back in his pocket. “Yep. Just peachy.”

Fred gives him a look but doesn’t say anything more, and George sighs in relief, deciding to go help some customers to keep his mind off of Y/N.

-

“God damn,” George pants as Y/N grinds down in his lap, his grip on her hips tightening and his head tilting back to give her more room to bite at his neck.

After dinner and some more talking about what the rest of their evening will look like, Y/N lead George to the bedroom to get started. They had stood in the middle of their bedroom for what felt like hours, just kissing softly as they gently undressed each other. Once they were both down to nothing, but their underwear George settled in the middle of their bed with his back against the headboard, while Y/N straddled his waist and started to grind down against him. Now a few minutes later, George is fully hard in his boxers while Y/N continues to grind on him, her lips attacking his neck and one of her hands tugging at his hair while the other pinches and rolls his nipples.

“Feel good?” Y/N teases, twisting the nipple in her hand. George lets out a loud moan and Y/N can feel George’s cock twitch against her. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she continues, kissing her way back up to George’s mouth. Y/N tugs on his hair as they kiss, just letting their mouths move together for a few moments. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, please,” George confirms with a nod. He can feel some nerves rumbling in his stomach still, but Y/N’s soothing voice and gentle hands have put him at ease. He hasn’t stopped thinking about this moment since he suggested pegging over a week ago, and the picture Y/N sent him has only  made him more excited. “Want you to fuck me, Y/N.”

A shiver runs down Y/N’s spine at George’s words, and she kisses him briefly. “Patience, love. We gotta get you ready first. I’m gonna go get dressed. Want you to take your boxers off and lay back on the middle of the bed, yeah?” Y/N kisses George once more as he nods, before getting off the bed and heading into the bathroom attached to their room.

The strapon and lube are already waiting on the bathroom counter, and Y/N takes a deep breath as she shimmies out of her panties and grabs the strapon. She decides to keep her lacy black bralette on, as it’s one of George’s favorites and Y/N knows seeing her in it drives him wild. Y/N secures the strapon like she did this afternoon, groaning as the nubs rub against her clit. She’s already fairly turned on just from the grinding and she can’t imagine it’ll take much for her to cum once she’s fucking into George. She looks at herself one last time in the mirror before grabbing the bottle of lube and heading back into their bedroom. George is completely naked now, laying back on the bed with his head propped up by their pillows so he can watch Y/N’s every move.

“God you’re gorgeous,” George groans as Y/N comes back into the room, his eyes raking over her body. The leather straps wrapped around her skin make her thighs look even more divine, and his mouth waters as he takes notice of the dildo jutting out from between her thighs. “This is way hotter than I thought it would be.”

Y/N giggles as she settles on the bed between George’s legs, tossing the lube onto the bed next to him. “Yeah? You like my cock?” she teases as she hovers over George, attaching her lips to the base of his throat. She thrusts her hips against George slowly, letting the dildo drag against his cock.

George gasps as the dildo drags across his warm skin, a shiver running down his spine. “Shit that’s cold.”

“Sorry, baby,” Y/N apologizes as her lips start to trail down his chest towards his nipples. She lets her hot breath just barely breeze across one before she flicks at it with her tongue. George lets out a low moan, prompting her to give his other nipple the same treatment.

“It’s okay. Felt good,” George stutters out as Y/N takes one of his nipples into her mouth. He can feel the precum collecting on the tip of his cock dripping onto his stomach, and he thrusts his hips up, desperate for some friction.

“Gotta be patient, baby,” Y/N coos as she starts to kiss further down George’s body. “I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.” Y/N presses a kiss to the tip of George’s cock, pulling away when he groans and thrusts his hips up into her touch. “Don’t be naughty, George,” Y/N warns as she grabs the lube.

George licks his lips as he watches Y/N spread the lube on her fingers, his legs automatically opening a bit wider. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Better be,” Y/N responds as she tosses the lube aside again. She grabs the base of George’s cock with her clean hand, leaning down and sucking the tip between her lips as one of her fingers circles his entrance. She takes him down fully as she sinks the first finger into him, the noise he lets out going straight to her core.

“Oh,” George gasps as Y/N starts to bob her head on his cock, his brain focused on the way her finger feels as it moves inside of him. “Feels good,” George moans, grinding his hips down against her hand. “Feels different, but good.”

Y/N hums around George as she continues to suck his cock, the hand on the base of him twisting as she adds another finger alongside the first. She’d read many guides on the best way to prepare someone, and she moves slowly, wanting George to feel as good as possible.

Y/N works at opening up George for a few minutes, getting up to three fingers into him while her tongue teases the tip of his cock. His hips are rocking down against her hand feverishly, and little mewls are leaving his lips as his chest heaves with deep breathes.

“Fuck me please,” George begs as Y/N crooks her fingers inside of him, his hands fisting in the bed sheets. His whole body feels like it’s on fire, and he’s ready to move on to the next step.

Y/N pulls off of George’s cock and looks up at him, groaning at how beautiful he looks. His chest his flushed red and his hair is messy from his hands running through it. “Yeah, baby? You ready for me to ruin you with my cock?”

George chokes on a moan as Y/N pulls her fingers out of him, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly empty. “God yes, please. Need to feel you inside of me. Wanna be full of your cock, Y/N.”

“Such a desperate little cock slut and I haven’t even fucked you yet, baby,” Y/N teases as she lubes up the dildo. She lets out a quiet moan as she strokes it, the little nubs and ridges on the harness giving her some much needed relief on her aching pussy. “You remember the safe word, right baby?”

George nods, a whimper falling from his lips as Y/N presses the tip of the dildo against his entrance. “I remember, yes,” he confirms, taking in a few shaky breaths.

Y/N grabs one of George’s knees, pushing his leg to the side to give her more room. “You ready, baby? Ready for me to fuck you with my cock? Turn you into a little cock whore?”

“Please,” George begs. He’s rock hard against his stomach and he’s desperate for Y/N to finally sink into him. “Oh my fuck,” George moans as Y/N’s hips push forward slowly, not stopping until the dildo is in him completely and the leather straps are digging into the backs of his thighs.

Y/N rubs George’s hips soothingly, watching his face contort into some mixture of pleasure and pain. “You doing okay, Georgie? Talk to me baby.”

George slowly pushes his hips down against Y/N, a moan falling from his mouth at the sensation. It burns slightly, but in an amazing way, and George feels full in a way he never has before. “Feels so fucking good,” he whines, pushing his hips down against Y/N’s in a steady pace. “Need you to move, Y/N fuck. Please. So full of you, so full of your cock.”

“Fucks sake,” Y/N moans as she starts to move her hips, slowly pulling out of George before she fucks back into him. The noise George lets out as she starts to fuck him goes right to her core, and the feeling of the nubs rubbing against her clit prompts her to slam back into George harder. “You like the way I fuck you, Georgie? Like how my big cock stretches you out?”

“Merlin, yes,” George moans as Y/N starts to move faster one of his hands coming down to stroke his cock in time with her thrusts. “Love the way you fuck me, Y/N. Feels better than I ever thought it would.” George wraps one of his hands around his thigh, pulling his legs up to his chest. The new angle allows for Y/N to fuck into him deeper, and he lets out a long whine as the tip of the dildo finally brushes his sweet spot. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, right there Y/N please,” he begs, as he tips his head back against the pillows.

“Such a fucking slut, baby,” Y/N teases as she starts to fuck into George harder. The bumps and ridges on the harness brush against her clit roughly, and she can feel her wetness dripping down onto her thighs. George looks absolutely ethereal, and it does nothing but push her closer to her own orgasm. His chest is red and covered in a sheen of sweat and the noises falling from his mouth are going right to her core.

George groans as the tip of the dildo brushes his sweet spot with every one of Y/N’s thrusts, and he releases his cock so he can grab his other thigh and bring his leg up to his chest, allowing Y/N to somehow fuck into him even deeper. “Only for you, Y/N. Love being your cock slut.”

“That’s right, baby. My little slut.” Y/N can feel her orgasm approaching, and she wraps her hand around George’s cock, stroking him in time with her thrusts, her thumb rubbing over the tip and spreading his precum down the shaft to make her hand slide easier. “Fuck, George. ‘M gonna cum. Come on, baby. Be a good little cock slut and cum on my cock.”

Y/N’s hand on his cock pushes George over the edge, and he can feel his walls clench around the dildo as he cums, pleasure rolling through his body. Her name leaves his mouth in a loud shout as he shoots his seed all over Y/N’s hand and his own stomach.

“Fuck, George,” Y/N moans as her own orgasm washes over her, the rhythm of her hips stuttering as the pleasure rockets through her body. She releases George’s cock as soon as it stops twitching, letting her hips slow to a gentle roll before pulling out of George completely.

George releases his legs and lets them fall back against the bed, inhaling slowly as he tries to catch his breath. “Fucking Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”

Y/N giggles as she crawls up George’s body, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Glad you liked it, because it was so fucking hot, George. Like so unbelievably hot.” She kisses George again, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “I’ll be right back, yeah? Gonna grab something to clean you up.”

Y/N comes back from the bathroom a few minutes later back in the panties she’d taken off earlier, with a washcloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other. She hands George the water with a smile as she settles between his thighs.

“Thanks, love,” George murmurs before taking a sip, nearly chocking as Y/N runs the warm washcloth along his bum. “Could have given a guy some warning,” he teases through his coughing fit.

“Sorry, love,” Y/N giggles as she wipes up his stomach. Once George is clean Y/N tosses the washcloth on the floor for them to deal with later, before crawling back up the bed. “So, feel good?”

George places the empty glass on his bedside table before pulling Y/N into a deep kiss. “My arse is a little sore but other than that yes, incredible.”

“I’ve got some salve you can use tomorrow if you want. Figured it might come in handy.” Y/N pulls back the covers so she and George can get into bed, letting him pull her onto his chest. “I love you, George.”

George chuckles and leans down to press a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “I love you too, Y/N. Thank you for not thinking I’m a weirdo.”

“I told you,” Y/N muses with a laugh as George grabs his wand, giving it a flick so the lights in their room turn off. “I absolutely think you’re a weirdo, a weirdo who looks super fucking hot cumming on my cock.”

[bunny-hoodlum]

Asynchronous With You: Chapter 3

ship: naruhina

rating: teen (this chapter is a little ecchi, but I think it's still T)

tags: Modern Day AU, Foster Siblings, Family, Angst, Unrequited Love, Poor Communication

summary: An awkward journey full of self-denial and missed moments between two foster siblings. Perhaps their love will find the right timing someday.

She didn't know what she was expecting when Kurenai announced that another child would be joining them soon.

He showed up a little smaller than her, with wary blue eyes and uncombed blond hair. He didn't carry anything with him.

The idea of having a forever playmate intrigued her, but after a few weeks it became clear he had no interest in playing, only fighting.

During those times when she managed to get away, she laid down on her bedroom floor curled around a picture book, and thought deeply about magical forests and open meadows. Away from stupid boys and their stupid ways.

And then suddenly he wanted to get rid of Neji. He thought she wanted to be rid of Neji, too. He was going to tattle on Neji really bad and that would be that.

Who taught him that the only way to fix things was to destroy them?

She told him she didn't mind Neji bossing her around. Maybe it's like what she's heard the adults say, that all she needs is structure. Plus, he was the only blood she had. Neji was part of her old normal and she wasn't going to give that up.

She didn't think he would listen. He seemed pretty sure about what he was talking about. But then he didn't tattle after all, and yet the fights seemed even more vigorous.

She found a volume inside herself that she didn't know she had, and it had scared her into her room. Her own ears had boomed. It reminded her of all the yellings she used to receive before Kurenai, and her instincts to hide kicked in.

It wasn't Neji who came after her, but Naruto.

He felt bad about his behavior. But he wanted something in exchange. He couldn't just have nothing after this.

She wasn't sure what 'bugging her' was going to be like, but she's been wanting to get along with him since day one. All because he didn't like Neji, she thought that would never happen.

'Sure,' she told him, and the following afternoon he pinched her arm.

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Hinata laid down curled on her bedroom floor just like she used to when she was little.

She shouldn't be here, listening to the sounds coming through the half-inch diameter hole in the wall, his guttural teenage lust spilling over into her sanctum, the exaggerated moans of the other girl stabbing her heart.

He thinks she isn't home right now.

She wants to keep it that way.

Because no matter what he means to her, no matter how much she wants him, it can never happen.

She closes her eyes and pictures herself in the other girl's place. Girl no. 49 she calls her.

She doesn't have the courage to watch, but some twisted part of her wants the torture.

She wants to see a part of Naruto that she'll never have.

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After the first girl, some drama had started up at school for Naruto.

She had seen Hinata's shoes in the genkan when she left, but had no idea who they belonged to.

She accused Naruto of sneaking away to invite a different girl to come over.

Now half of the female student body hated him, while the other half wanted to get some for themselves.

Hinata was disappointed to find that he relished in his new reputation as a player, that he would take whatever infamy he got if it gave him what he wanted in this world.

Some timid part of her that remained said, Good for him. After all, he deserved to be happy and enjoy his life.

And yet some shadowy part of her felt she was as good a stranger to him than a sister, seeing as how there could be no room for her as either a sister, a friend or love interest.

She thought to both test him and sabotage him after the fourth girl. Two terribly petty things she thought she would never do.

He knows when she leaves something of hers in his room, it means she wants him to come over.

So she left a pair of panties atop his bed in hopes Girl no. 5 would realize his promiscuity and go home.

It didn't work. Instead it excited Girl no. 5. Her expectations of his skill has risen with the proof that he had a revolving door of hot girls coming in and out of here and they went at it louder and rougher than the first four.

Hinata made sure to disappear before they found out she'd been home. When the coast seemed clear and Hinata feigned nonchalance as she came home, with a weak 'Tadaima' to the only other person home, she did not get the usual greeting.

She crept towards her bedroom, somehow not expecting Naruto to answer her invitation.

He sat at her low table in the middle of her room, the pair she had left behind now sitting atop her comforter.

He couldn't look her in the eyes.

He didn't seem mad, rather dumbfounded.

What a thing to give him when wanting to chat, is probably what was going through his head. Like, maybe she had an ulterior motive she was trying to express to him.

Well, she did, perhaps. This wasn't her ideal way to flirt with him, nor was it how she'd choose to shoot her shot.

She doubted her panties excited him, in the first place.

With a soft sigh, Hinata nodded to herself. She crossed her room without a word, hanging her school bag on the back of her desk chair. Then she approached her bed and picked up her underwear, telling him "Thank you for finding them," before placing them back inside her underwear drawer.

She was rooted to that spot, her hands gripping the trim of her double dresser.

From the corner of her eye, she could see him scratch at his cheek, the way he does when a reply feels too weird to say.

He stood up, and just before reaching the door he mumbled, "Just don't lose them again, okay?"

The door closed behind him, and Hinata's shoulders lowered along the length of her exhale, her stress leaving her like dropping water levels.

Then on a Sunday, when Hinata was invited to a dessert buffet with Sakura and Ino, she found out her favorite linen top with the frilly button trim had shrunk in the dryer.

While uncomfortably snug, she could still button every one but the two across her chest.

Ino loved keyhole cuts, but this would not pass social decency.

She tugged and tugged but still the buttons wouldn't reach their homes. Her eyes burned as a flurry of despair hit her in quick succession.

She was getting older. She was growing up. She was getting bigger. Like, inelegantly bigger. She loved this top. She didn't want to say goodbye to it. She didn't want to say goodbye to a lot of things.

Like choosing where to go for High School.

Something possessed her to walk out of her room and find him. She would play up her little sister role in utter defiance.

"Hinata?" Naruto shot up from the sofa and ran to her side.

"Did you dry my clothes?" More accusation than question, her voice was keened wetly with every consonant. "I can't wear this anymore."

Naruto stood there, sputtering, hands uselessly gesticulating at her ample cleavage.

She's never seen his face so red.

Did he look like this when he was thrusting into his rotation of harem girls?

"U-Uh, maybe it's still okay?" He reached out and gripped the fabric of her shirt, his rough fingers ghosting across her skin. A tingle ran up her spine. His eyes became wild for a second. As if to cover up his embarrassment, he became even more determined to prove he didn't ruin her clothes, but doing so made it worse for the both of them.

The forceful tugging made her breasts bounce in a way he was all too familiar with, but none had ever been as big as hers.

As if catching his dirty thoughts, Naruto released her and ran out of the living room, shouting spastically "I'msorryI'llreplaceit!"

Hinata had placed a hand over her exposed skin, right where he had touched her, and she couldn't fight down a smile, however pained and wistful.

This was probably all she was ever going to get.

She decided to play up the risks today, and forwent a bra, using a velvet cropped jacket to hide her nipples.

She received a lot of compliments that Sunday.

Things like this had happened between her and the object of her adoration and frustration, but nothing ever really changed.

He still brought girls over when he thought she wasn't home.

And she still snuck in to try and be a part of it, to learn more about him, to indulge is some form of masochism she didn't know she had.

It wasn't good for her heart.

And when she and Naruto decided individually that they'd stay with everyone else and go to Konoha Normal High, Hinata decided it was time to get serious about her life.

Her renewed late night phone calls with Neji gave her back her structure.

She started her own club. Called it the Volunteers Association. Basically all they did every Sunday was clean up trash in a pre-chosen location from the crack of dawn until lunch time. Beautifying their hometown was a lesson in gratitude and pride.

She also joined the Public Morals Committee, because it would look good on her resume, not because she’d developed an interest in policing others. It also helped her overcome her fear response to raised voices.

But when she did police others, she learned more and more about other people in a way she never thought she would.

For example, the majority of the porn magazines they confiscated were of G-cup models, with M-cup and C-cup ranking in second and A-cup ranking in last. This told her the preferences of the male student body. How important that information was to her? Well, it kind of helped know which boys to be leery of. She had grown to be a little more realistic about herself: She had curves.

Another example was how many students came to school in a hurry and for what reasons. Most of it was due to oversleeping, which were the result of late-night gaming (like someone else she knows), or excessive studying, or part-time jobs. Few others showed up looking like they had taken a detour to the baseball supply closet to fool around (also like the same someone else she knows).

Running in the halls ensued due to prankish behavior.

Failure to advertise for upcoming club events due to limp commitment or a loss of interest.

When the time came for bag checks, where a teacher would confiscate candy and make-up, that’s where Hinata drew the line. She knew her classmates needed sugar to make it through the day. She advised the pretty girls, the gyaru, even the ones she knew had been in Naruto’s bed, that they could still cheat the system if they were clear lip gloss and neutral colors. That really turned their impression of her around on its head.

To sum it up, everyone was going with the flow, chasing one promise of excitement after another, the future too intangible for them to grasp. Their Springtime of Youth was not over.

The amount of blank career sheets cemented her point.

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Hinata collapsed onto a bench as the physical and mental exertion caught up to her.

The school was bustling with a multitude of craft projects as they prepared for their annual School Festival.

As a committee member and Volunteer Associate, she was running herself ragged from classroom to classroom, club to club, helping to ensure that everyone's efforts were going smoothly.

A smooth chill touched her cheek. She opened her eyes. Ino held out a cold water bottle against her heated skin, and Hinata smiled.

"Thank you," Hinata accepted the bottle and held it to her neck. Ino sat down next to her. A series of violent thumps met their ears as an irritated Kiba chased down a gloating Naruto, with Kiba's club materials in his hands. Hinata's voice cracked once she opened her mouth, but Ino's voice rang out in her stead.

"NO RUNNING IN THE HALLS!"

Hinata thanked her again as she sank against the wall and relished in the soothing sensation of her water bottle. She didn't realize she had overworked her voice already, too.

"That one's going nowhere," Ino tsked quietly.

"Who?"

"Naruto-baka. He thinks he can live this way forever. Life'll stop being so funny when he's working behind a convenience store register."

"Cashiers serve an important purpose."

"So you agree he's going to end up a cashier," Ino smirked with a wink.

Hinata opened her mouth to complain, but her will instantly deflated inside of her. Ino laughed at the sequence of emotions that played out across Hinata's face, and the latter simply resumed being exhausted human jello that needed more time to restore her shape.

"A cashier baby daddy with five children, each from a different mom," Ino added.

Hinata tried to blink away the haze steadily overtaking her. "No."

Her chest twisted at the thought.

If that really came to pass, he would take responsibility. He would never leave his own children behind, even if he had to go it alone.

Hinata pressed her free palm against her eyes, her lips trembled even as they tightly pressed into a thin line.

"Hinata?" Came Ino's panicked voice.

"It's just a headache," she lied.

"When was the last time you ate?" Ino barely waited for a response. "I'll go grab some food from the cafeteria and be right back with pain relievers. Just stay right there. And no more shouting. You're done for the day!"

Ino ran off to complete her mission and Hinata couldn't be sure if she was grateful for her absence or even more afraid of it.

Just thinking about Naruto...

She doesn't understand how she still feels about him.

His entire existence hurts her, and she can't name all the ways that he does.

She wants to go back to work.

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Hinata never thought her world could turn upside a third time. She never thought her structures could be kicked out from under her.

But then on the opening day of the School Festival, when the school gates are only open for family members, an elementary-aged girl with long, dark brown hair and sharp, lavender eyes came along by herself. A single strand dangled between those discerning eyes as they swept around her surroundings.

Hinata was managing the line outside the maid café, greeting customers in a lilac outfit, when the girl showed up.

Their eyes met.

Hers widened. With surprise. With recognition. With curiosity.

Hinata's eyes were only horrified.

The little girl bounced up to meet her.

Hinata's heart hammered in her ears, it swell to the point of choking. Her vision doubled and smeared. She tried to catch her breath, but nothing, nothing was going in. She tried to breathe faster. They call this air hunger. Her body was cold, prickly.

No. She didn't want to hear it. Didn't want to know.

The little girl eyed her from head to toe, then smirked.

"You really do like mom. But you're a little chubbier than I expected."

AN: Apologies if the third scene's timeline is written in an unclear way. It's supposed to be stuff that happened in sequence prior to the second scene.

Hm! I totally forgot how good it feels to write fanfiction. I literally had a head high the whole time. 😂

I hope you like this chapter! And let me know if I'm doing better at hooks and/or cliffhangers! I haven't looked at any of my activity since the last chapter, so I'm going to respond now if there is anything to respond to, that is.

[qobiin]

to live for us

pairing: gratsu (gray x natsu)

genre: angst, fluff | established relationship, canon-compliant

warnings: mentioned suicide attempt, post-galuna island arc, hurt/comfort, gray needs therapy

word count: 1684

summary: Natsu and Gray finally sit down and talk about Gray's Iced Shell attempt on Galuna Island.

“We need to talk.”

Natsu looks up from the drink Mirajane set down on the table before him a few minutes ago. Gray is standing in front of him, arms crossed against his chest in an attempt to stop his hands from subconsciously removing his clothes.

It never works, but Gray is of the mind that it makes him appear more intimidating than he actually is. Of course, Natsu isn’t sure he could ever find someone who wears underwear with hearts on them intimidating.

“Finally!” Natsu cheers, forcing a smile onto his face even when it’s the last thing he wishes to do. “Back home then?”

Gray nods even as he scowls, but he turns on his heel and immediately makes his way towards Fairy Tail’s doors anyway. Natsu jumps up from his seat and waves goodbye to Lucy who is sitting at the bar with Erza.

Happy looks up at him as he stands, but Natsu only has to wave wordlessly at him before the blue cat returns to focusing on his food. Gray is already halfway across the room, not one to wait or beat around the bush for important conversations like the one they are going to have. Natsu follows after him with his signature smile stuck in place, making sure to not have anything appear out of the ordinary about this situation.

He catches a few Fairy Tail members giving them odd glances, probably due to his and Gray’s lack of fighting and loud taunting. Natsu only waves pointedly at them before they avert their gazes and return back to what they were doing beforehand.

Natsu does not try to be subtle as he sniffs the air, taking in the familiar mix of scents in the guild. Everyone in the guild has known him long enough to know about the extent of the abilities he gained through the Dragon Slayer Magic that Igneel taught him as a child. There’s no need to be secretive around his hoard anyway.

Out in the streets, trailing after Gray as he leads them home, Natsu tones down on his sniffing as best as he can. If he garners a few strange or confused looks though, he doesn’t beat himself up about it. Most of these people will write off his behavior as a weird wizard thing and continue on with their day as they give him a wide berth. There is no need to worry.

His attention is drawn back to the moment when the scents start to signal his proximity to their home. Gray reaches the front door first and unlocks it, leaving it open for Natsu behind him.

The smell of home almost knocks him off his feet as he crosses the threshold. It’s just his, Happy, and Gray’s scents here, with hints of Erza scattered all around. Albeit, Gray’s scent is a bit stale considering the fact this is his first time returning home since they came back from Galuna Island.

They escaped punishment for breaking guild rules because the master wasn’t there but Natsu would like to not switch bodies with anyone ever again. It has been a few days at this point and still, Gray has not returned home. Natsu has been waiting patiently for this moment when they will sit down and discuss what is wrong.

Gray is sitting on their bed, shoes off and hands gripping the bottom of his shirt. Natsu reaches out and stops him from stripping, eyes on Gray’s face as the man focuses back in on the moment at present.

“Thanks,” Gray mumbles sullenly, his gaze downcast.

Natsu doesn’t say anything. He merely waits.

“I know you’re mad at me, but if you could tell me why you’re mad at me, it would make my apologizing to you much easier,” Gray scrambles to say after a moment of silence has passed between them.

Natsu tilts his head to the side and inhales, tasting the nerves and fright swirling around the edges of Gray’s scent. He exhales heavily, sitting down slowly on the bed beside Gray.

He leans back and lies down, keeping his eyes on the ceiling and not the man who should have been home with him these past few days. “I’m not mad.”

Gray twists at the waist to stare at him, his shoulders a stiff line that Natsu isn’t sure he has permission to soothe just yet. “Lying won’t help.”

“I’m not mad,” Natsu repeats, relaxing as their scents begin to blend together. “I’m worried about you. You scared me back there when you were going to sacrifice yourself to restrain Lyon. You knew by doing it your way you were going to end your life and yet you tried anyway.”

The silence that befalls them then is deafening. It goes on long enough that Natsu wonders if he should be angry after all. After a few seconds of contemplation though, he decides that anger would not help him right now and waits patiently for Gray to say something.

However, the longer the silence continues, the less likely Natsu believes that to be. Gray isn’t known for talking about feelings. Not just his own, but discussing feelings in general always gives his face a pinched quality that Natsu can’t help but laugh at sometimes.

He isn’t laughing now.

“You remember what I said when I asked you if we could find a place together, right?” Natsu asks once he is certain Gray won’t say anything without more prompting.

Natsu sees Gray’s nod in the corner of his eye and grins up at the ceiling as he thinks of the memory. Gray’s eyes had gone wide with surprise, his scent expanding with the force of it and appealing to Natsu so much he barely realized how close he had been getting until Gray pushed him back with a hand on his bare chest. Natsu had leaned in again to bury his nose in Gray’s neck anyway and gulp down lungfuls of his scent, smiling as Gray threaded his fingers through his hair and asked him why.

“I told you that you were the first in the guild to be added to my hoard when we were children. That I would want you near almost always and would despise every moment that we were apart,” Natsu recalls, his smile softer at the edges now. “I told you I fell in love with you when we were teenagers and that I would like to make you my mate in the future and you accepted.”

Natsu waits again, just to see if Gray will say anything at all before he uses his last-ditch effort. “How am I going to make you my mate if you’re not there for the future?”

Gray makes a sound as if Natsu has just kicked all the air out of his chest. They have fought and sparred enough times for Natsu to know what that actually sounds like so when Gray wheezes, he sits up quickly. He reaches out and takes Gray’s hands, biting his lip as the man who is his opposite in almost everything finally begins to cry.

Natsu moves closer until he can wrap his arms around Gray, tucking his head under Natsu’s chin as he shakes. His breath hitches but Natsu only clutches him tighter, holding him securely in his arms even as Gray somehow migrates to his lap. Natsu doesn’t mind that, he just holds on and waits.

Eventually, Gray’s sobs begin to make sense. Most of what he is saying is a mantra of “I’m sorry”s and half-aborted “I didn’t mean to do that”s, but Natsu gets the gist. He shushes and rocks Gray in his arms, focusing on their scents instead of the urge to cry with his mate.

When the worst of Gray’s tears have dried up, Natsu kisses the side of his head and pulls back far enough for their gazes to meet. Gray’s eyes are red-rimmed and puffy but he isn’t avoiding Natsu’s gaze anymore and that’s definitely a start.

“I think what happened with Ur was only dragged back up at Galuna Island and you never really healed from it,” Natsu ponders aloud, tilting his head in silent question and continuing when Gray nods tiredly. “She raised you like Igneel raised me and we’ve never gotten over suddenly losing them. Have we?”

Gray has to clear his throat twice before he says, “I don’t think we’ll ever be over that.”

“No,” Natsu agrees. “We won’t.”

“I should talk to someone,” Gray murmurs, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement when Natsu raises an unimpressed brow at him. “A professional. Mirajane has been saying I should talk to the Good Doctor who helped Elfman after…”

Natsu smiles bitterly in response. Elfman was not the only one who had to talk to the Good Doctor after Lisanna died after all. Gray knows about this, of course, but Natsu had never strived to convince him of talking to the Good Doctor until now.

“I can let them know at my next session to expect an inquiry from you?” Natsu suggests.

Gray nods, leaning in quickly to press a kiss to Natsu’s cheek. “I’m still sorry. I just didn’t know how to fix things back on Galuna Island.”

Natsu nods but knows without seeing that his smile is not as bright anymore. “I think you just have to remember that you’re not alone anymore. Neither of us is and I’ll always have your back. We’re Fairy Tail members and you’re the one who I want to spend the rest of my life with. I want us both to have long futures ahead of us.”

Gray’s cheeks flush a light pink, his scent curling with both embarrassment and quiet joy. “It will be hard, but I’ll try. If not for me or for you, then for Ur. For the life she gave me by giving up her own.”

“For Ur and Igneel,” Natsu agrees. “May they look upon us and see us happy. Together.”

“Together,” Gray assures him before he leans in and their lips meet in a soft kiss.

a/n: i forgot to post this when i first posted it on ao3, but i hope you all like this! this was written for icewhisper as part of the secret snipers exchange 2020!