#I’m probably going to be gone most of the day because studying for finals

[xena3queen]

Oh Bonnet I’m SO SORRY, I didn’t see this

I have a focus on over school that blocks tumblr notifications and ì constantly forget to turn it off.

I hope you are doing okay

[fastandcarlos]

Halfway Round The World For You : ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen

summary: as the two of you find long distance harder, max comes up with a solution that might just solve your problem of being so far away

A groan came from you as once again your call went unanswered, the beep of Max’s answerphone your usual greeting. You looked down at your watch again, sure that he would be awake as you quickly did the maths to figure out the current time difference between you both again. 

Whilst he was getting himself ready for the day, you were ready to see the end of it. As usual, there was one final thing that you needed to do before falling asleep, and that was to speak to Max and catch up. 

Mostly, he agreed to do it as it was his way of checking up on you. When you were so far away from him whilst he was racing, he worried about you. Were you resting? Eating? Not getting stressed at work? He never really knew the answer unless he called you and got to see for himself. 

As you were about to give up, your phone rang, making you jump. You glanced across, quickly picking up. “Hi love.” 

“Hi, I thought you were too busy for me today.” 

“Don’t be silly,” Max grinned, adjusting his phone so that you could see his face. 

Your smile turned up as you sat your phone down on your bedside table to free your hands up. As you glanced at Max though, his usual smile wasn’t there, replaced by a frown that had you worrying. 

“How’s everything going? Are you all ready for the race this weekend?” You quizzed, excited to see Max back behind the wheel for the start of the new season. 

His head nodded, with hardly any expression on his face. “The car is alright, but I’m not exactly confident.” 

His voice sounded dejected, the passion that Max usually spoke about work with had gone. He brushed his hand through his hair as he let go of a sigh which you just about managed to hear. 

“What’s going on Max?” You asked him, “and don’t say nothing, because I know you too well.” 

His heart sunk as his eyes met yours on the screen, noticing just how concerned you were. Although he was halfway around the world, you knew him like the back of your hand, picking up on all the signs that things weren’t right. 

“It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? I managed to spend most of the off season with you and I’m already missing you. I just know I’m probably not going to be able to spend any proper time with you again until summer break,” Max confessed. 

You smiled weakly as he spoke, “I’ll still come to most of your races Max, and when I can I’ll fly out to Monaco to see you, you know we always make it work.” 

“But I’m fed up of having to make it work, this isn’t how I want it to be forever, I’m so fed up of this long-distance thing.” 

You didn’t know what to say as Max’s eyes looked down from the phone, staring down at the ground. You could tell this was something that had been troubling Max for some time as he finally offloaded on you. You gave yourself a moment before responding, trying your best to figure out the right thing to say, not wanting to make Max feel any worse than he already did. 

“It’s not going to be like this forever.” 

Max wanted to believe you, but he just wasn’t sure. It had been two years of back and forth between you both, and it wasn’t getting any easier. If anything, Max found it harder, he wanted to spend more time with you, but he just couldn’t. 

“I wish you could be with me, permanently,” Max confessed. “It’s so strange how weird everything feels without you by my side. All the little things, like how we were constantly bumping into each other trying to move around your flat.” 

“I miss it too,” you assured, staring around your empty flat. “But you’ve got work, another world championship to win, and I don’t have the money to be able to fly out with you every weekend, or ever afford a place in Monaco.” 

Your words caught Max’s attention for a moment as he let go of a hum. You could tell by the way his eyes narrowed that Max was thinking about something, studying him closely as you tried to figure out what exactly was going through his head. 

Max knew that Monaco was an expensive place, and not somewhere that you wouldn’t be able to stay by himself, but that didn’t mean that it was somewhere that you could rule out, not completely anyway. 

“What about if we did something about that? What if Monaco wasn’t a place where you had to live all by yourself?” Max asked you, watching as you looked at him in confusion. 

“What are you trying to say Max?” You enquired. 

The way his smile turned up had you worrying, you knew that Max had plenty of crazy ideas, dreading to think what sort of master plan he had come up with this time. 

“I’m saying why don’t you move to Monaco, but come and stay with me. You spent most of the summer with me anyway, and work would allow you to stay there,” Max encouraged. “Even if I’m still racing, it means each time I’m home we can spend time together.” 

You went to speak, but your voice faltered, struggling to believe what you’d heard. “That’s a huge move,” you whispered, “Monaco isn’t exactly next door, it’s thousands of miles away.” 

“But it’s where I am love.” 

Your head nodded, you knew that Max had a point, but moving wasn’t an easy thing. There would be plenty of things that you’d have to leave behind, uncertain as to whether that was something that you could do. 

“It’s a huge thing Max.” 

“I know,” he frowned, worried that he had put his foot in it. “I’m not saying you need to make a decision now; I just thought it would be nice for us to be together properly. 

Max was beginning to regret his offer as he noticed the panic in your eyes. You didn’t know what you wanted, you loved your home, but you loved Max too. It was a huge sacrifice, and although you loved visiting Monaco, was it the place that you wanted to live forever? 

“You don’t need to agree, or disagree now,” Max insisted, “I’m not saying you’d have to move permanently either. But if you did move to Monaco, I’d help you every step of the way. Moving, sorting work out, finding things for you to do, I’d do whatever it took. The thought of having you there every morning though is like a dream.” 

Your hands ran through your hair, your heart racing as you overthought everything. Every possible situation, good and bad, suddenly seemed to rush through your mind as fast as a race car. 

“Can you just say something? Anything?” Max whimpered. 

Your eyes slowly flickered up to look at the screen again, your heart aching as you looked at Max, knowing that he was so far away from you. 

“I’d love to move to Monaco,” you told him, much to his relief. “It’s not going to be an easy move, but you’re right, we can’t carry on like this forever Max.” 

“Really? And you’re absolutely sure?” Max asked, wanting to double check. 

Your head nodded, sure in your heart that Monaco was the perfect place for you. “If it’s where you are, then it’s where I want to be too.” 

“You’ve got no idea how happy you’ve just made me,” Max chuckled, “I love you, I can’t wait to have you with me, to finally make my place a home for the both of us.” 

“I love you too, Max.” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀���𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[islandofsages]

hey, I could ask the royal boys (Leona, Kalim and Malleus) with the male reader who is already the king of his country, like the boys thought he was a prince like them, but then on any given day he lets out a complaint how difficult it is to govern the kingdom and study for exams at the same time, sometimes he just wanted to be the prince and not the king.

characters: leona, kalim and malleus x king!male reader

tags: platonic, canon compliant, fluff, imagines + scenario format

warnings: a little bit of negativity towards reader in leona's part, a bit of swearing in kalim's

author's notes: loving all the male reader requests rn. i think i strayed a bit from the prompt but i hope you like it anyway <3

Leona Kingscholar

Though being a prince himself, he’s not as “diplomatic” with the other princes at that school - except for you probably. No don’t ask him what happened, he’s ready to accept it as it is

At least because of your (assumed) status, he finds it easier to communicate with you; at least you’re not one of the top five most powerful mages in the world or the most optimistic person in Twisted Wonderland

Hangouts with him still consist more of silent chilling though; both of you just need to get away from it all for a while

He doesn’t question the days that you’re gone - sometimes people just end up needing you to do this and that. He tries not to dwell on it too much, lest his inferiority complex gets the best of him

Until one day, you come back after one day of absence, which is normal enough until-

“*sigh* I swear, being king is less appealing as my retainers make it sound, especially since I also have to go to school all the while.”

I’m sorry, being what now?

He knew you were royalty, that much he got from everyone whispering about you back when you enrolled and since you made little mention of your background, he just assumed you were a prince like him

You let out a tired chuckle then and comment on how you forgot that you never told him you’re an actual king of a nation

He has mixed feelings over this - he thought he finally met someone a little bit like him, yet you’re just another one of them and you never bothered telling him who you are?

But don’t worry, he gets over his feelings of betrayal after a while; it’s not like the reveal changed who you are as a person. You’re still the same guy who he’s been hanging out with and he knows his brain is trying to defend itself

You apologize for not telling him sooner and despite your complaints, you try not to sound ungrateful, especially considering his issues

At some point, even Leona himself starts to forget about that fact

It doesn’t matter if you carry a whole nation on your shoulders because - and he will never say this out loud - he knows you’re capable and if you start to crumble, he’ll be there for you.

Kalim Al-Asim

Though he’s not one to really care about someone’s social status, he’s happy to have more royal friends

Doesn’t stop him from spoiling you. Haven’t you heard? Any friends of Kalim are also friends of his many, many fortunes

He invites you over to Scarabia for parties every so often and either you are surrounded by people or everyone leaves you alone out of intimidation

But hey, if the latter happens, Kalim is more than happy to help you make some friends (unless you’re uncomfortable with it of course but he’ll still try to help)

One time, at one of his many parties, you two were simply laughing over something and it reminded you of something-

“That makes me think of the time this creature took a shit on my throne back at home - it took a few days for the stench to fade!”

Oh, of course, your throne! Everyone totally has a literal throne back home! Until Kalim realizes that is, in fact, untrue

As if he wasn’t already excited at the prospect of a new friend, he gets more excited at the fact that you have your own throne and is, he concludes, a monarch

You brush him off, light pink decorating your cheeks, saying that it’s not really that special - and you mean it

You tell him of the experience and you couldn’t help slip in a few complaints; it isn’t easy to juggle both school and royal responsibilities at the same time

He only listens in and tries his best to understand; he is no king, and though he is a housewarden and a prince, your struggles differ from his by a long mile

From that day on, he makes sure to check in on you and if you’re feeling less than, he’ll drop everything and do anything to relieve you of your stress

When he drops by your nation and your palace, he brings in a whole parade. It’s so Kalim that you can only laugh

You knew that story about a creature shitting on your throne was gonna be a good story at parties.

Malleus Draconia

Your presence is an absolute delight to him; it didn’t occur to him to ask what kind of royalty you are but it didn’t matter either way

He finds himself more comfortable talking about his heritage around you, knowing that you can somewhat relate to being of nobility

If you’re not part of his club, sometimes you tag along on his gargoyle crusades for the hell of it - seeing him so passionate about something brings a smile to your face

On one of your many escapades, he points out a gargoyle and begins to ramble about its features

Hearing it suddenly makes you remember-

“Ah gosh, I just remembered I should be back home right now, some of my people will be coming over to construct some gargoyles around my castle.”

He doesn’t question it at first but then the phrase “my people” registered in his mind. Wait, what do you mean your people?

You start to apologize for not telling him and also the fact that you have to leave that very moment

After you came back after the whole ordeal, you sit him down somewhere and tell him about your position

As mentioned, it doesn’t matter to him what responsibilities you have, as long as you can be his friend

You breathe out a sigh of relief and invite him to continue where you two left off last time

Nothing changes much between you two, except for the fact that you share more of your kingly experiences

He definitely drops by your place at least once - he could never miss out a chance on seeing some new gargoyles

And as he looks on at those beautiful waterspouts, you can’t help but be grateful that they can serve as a source of happiness for someone too.

[lanadelnegan]

Hi I’m kinda shy about this one. So the reader has been traveling with dead city cowboy Negan for awhile and she’s liked him for a long time but she’s a virgin and she wants him to take it.

Don't be shy bb, I am a slutttt for dead city Negan. Basically, think of this as if you were in Ginny's shoes, but you're 18.

Our Little Cabin

Dead City!Negan x Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, NSFW, virgin reader, vaginal sex, fingering, family death (reader's mom), reader seduces the hell out of negan, extreme age-gap (reader is 18, negan is 50ish), masturbating (both), masturbating in front of Negan while he refuses to touch you, daddy-kink, breeding kink, cuddling, pure filth

A/n: If you like slow burn, sexual tension and a "hard to get" daddy Negan, this one is for you. I promise one day I'll finally write a fic without daddy-kink, but today is not that day.

"Can we go home now, Negan? My legs hurt." I complain, dragging my feet lazily through the leaves.

He stops and sighs, resting his hands on his hips. I stop too and stare at him. That damn cowboy hat.. I swear he wears it just to tease me.. and it's working.

"Yeah, doll. Sun'll be going down soon anyway."

"Ugh thank god." My head falls back dramatically and he chuckles as we start our way back.

Negan took me under his wing a few months ago when some assholes attacked Oceanside, killing my family and everyone I know. I was lucky - if you wanna call it that - enough to escape. I ran into Negan in the woods and it's just been me and him ever since. I'm thankful for him, considering I never had a dad or father figure growing up. My mom was my best friend.. and now she's gone. But at least I have him.

I've grown attached to Negan over the recent months.. But something feels.. different lately. I'm not sure what suddenly changed over the last few weeks, but I've caught myself imagining things about him that I shouldn't. Even touching myself to the thought of him. I feel so guilty afterwards, but I can't stop. I've never been with anyone.. never kissed anyone.. never touched anyone. And my body is screaming at me for it. I can't even look at him anymore without imagining what he looks like under his clothes.

"Why're you so quiet, kid?" He glances at me as we walk.

Ugh, I hate it when he calls me kid.

I shrug. "Just thinkin'."

"About?"

"Doesn't matter." And I've convinced myself it doesn't. I'll never be with someone romantically, because for one.. it's the apocalypse. It's not like I have a school full of hot boys lined up ready to ask me to prom. Not that I'd give them a chance anyway. I'd probably be more into the teachers. And second, the man I want would never think of me that way.

"That's not true."

"You don't even know what I'm thinking, so how can you say that?"

"Anything you think about - worry about - matters to me, y/n. So, spill."

We finally make it back to our little cabin. We've been staying in it for awhile, stocking it with food and supplies. No one has found us yet.. It's kinda nice. But I won't get used to it. Because nothing good lasts forever.

I throw myself on the couch dramatically, as if our walk that we've done a hundred times now could've killed me.

"I don't know... I just, I feel like most kids - people - my age have already experienced more in life that I have."

"Like?"

"Sex." I blurt before I can stop myself. I look to Negan to see his reaction, but he's surprisingly not that alarmed. His eyebrows are raised as he studies me, probably more shocked that I actually had the balls to say that in front of him.

"Listen, I don't really feel comfortable doing the whole birds and bees talk with you."

My cheeks turn pink with embarrassment and I nod disappointedly.

"Sorry, it's just.. I - no one's really talked to me about it before. My mom said she would when I was ready.. but then she.. she.." I fight back the tears. I hate crying. You can't come across weak in the times we live in and I've been forced to be strong my entire life.

He looks at me finally and sighs, holding his arm out for me to come snuggle next to him. It's not the first time he's held me as I've cried over my mom. Won't be the last.

I bury my head in his chest, sniffling, as his hand rubs my back.

"Alright, kid. What do you wanna know?" He gives in, feeling sorry for me.

"Well, I know how it works, but I guess I just wanna know what it feels like." I feel him tense underneath me as he adjusts himself awkwardly.

"No boyfriends at Oceanside?"

"There were boys.. but none that I was interested in."

"You'll find someone when the time is right. You're still young."

"Well you don't have anyone, and you're.. not young."

"Jeez, kid. Thanks." He chuckles. "I did have someone. A few someone's actually. Lost them all to this cruel world." He admits and my heart hurts for him.

"Well, you have me now." I get more comfortable, laying my head in his lap and looking up at him. He shifts uncomfortably but eventually relaxes and even strokes my hair lightly.

"Yeah, I do. And nothing is going to happen to you. You're safe with me, doll." Butterflies swirl around in stomach, but I know he doesn't mean that in the way I wish he did. He sees me as a kid.. hell, as his kid. For a moment my heart sinks from jealously at the "someones" he mentioned. Lucky bitches.

"...Negan.. does it.. feel good?" I blush a little.

"Sex? .....Yeah, doll. It fucking feels good."

"Will you.. show me?" I stare up at him innocently and his hand abruptly stops stroking my hair.

He bends over, planting a kiss on my forehead. "Time for bed, darlin'." He pushes me gently up and off his lap before standing and heading to his room. The cabin is small but we each have our own rooms. His is the smaller one, right across from mine. He wanted me to have the bigger one.

I sit on the couch, feeling defeated and stupid. What was I thinking. I relax on the couch for a little longer, choosing to read a book to take my mind off what just happened. After an hour of barely keeping my eyes open, I close the book and head down the hall towards my room. I stop in front of Negan's door, peaking through the crack. He always leaves his door a few inches open just so he can hear if anything happens. My eyes widen when I notice the sheets are barely covering the lower half of his legs, revealing the rest of his body. His tan torso is exposed, showing his peppery chest hair, and his black boxers are low on his waist. I restrain myself from not jumping him right then.

I eventually make my way back to my room and change out of my clothes, throwing on some shorts and a tank top to sleep in. I can't get the image of Negan's body out of my head and find my hand slowly making its way towards my aching center once I'm finally in bed. I close my eyes, imaging Negan between my legs as I touch myself. I don't bother suppressing my moans, confident that Negan is fully asleep. "Mmm, Negan!" The sound of his name rolling off my tongue as I'm pleasuring myself brings me closer to the edge.

"Oh, Negan. Right there!" My door suddenly swings open and I snap my eyes open to see a worried Negan standing in my doorway.. still in his boxers. My hand flies out of my shorts and I throw the sheets over me.

"Oh my god, can you knock?!"

"I - you yelled for me." He says flustered. I notice the way his face reddens when he realizes what I was doing.

I gently pull the covers off me again and spread my legs a little.

"What are you doing, y/n?" He stands in front of me at the doorway, refusing to look at anything other than my eyes. That's okay.. I bet I can make him look at me down there. I like the challenge.

"What's it look like?" My bite the tip of my finger seductively at him before sliding my shorts to the side, completely revealing my pussy to him.

He glances down with a serious look across his face, like he can't believe I'm doing this. And neither can I. This is so unlike me, but I'm so desperate for him I don't even know how to control myself anymore.

The fact that he's still watching encourages me to continue. I use one hand to pull my shorts to the side and the other to slowly slide a finger through my wet slit. "I just wanna know what it feels like, daddy."

I study him closely, noticing the way his jaw ticks at the nickname. My eyes travel lower and I see his bulge through his boxers. It looks so big, but I'd be determined to make it fit no matter what.

My finger dips inside of me and I arch my back a little and moan, putting on a show for him. He stands with his back against the wall, refusing to move.

I start rubbing my clit slowly and get frustrated when he still isn't reacting. "Negan, please touch me."

He rubs a hand down his face with frustration. "Goddamn it, y/n."

"I just.. I need you. Please." I cringe at my desperate attempt to have him touch me. I need this man so bad it's embarrassing.

"I can't, baby."

"But you like watching me, don't you?"

I take it as a yes when he doesn't say anything and that's all I need before pushing myself over the edge. "Negan!" I cry out as my orgasm rushes through me. Even in the dark, I can see the lust burning through his eyes.

"Go to bed, y/n." He demands but I'm unable to read his tone. Is he mad, proud, annoyed?

I fall asleep at the thought of him giving in and touching me. Maybe if I think hard enough, I'll manifest it.. I heard that shit really works.

Negan's POV:

That girl is gonna be the fucking death of me.

She's been so flirty with me lately and I've been trying to ignore it. But fuck if she's not making it hard. Literally.. I'm hard as a fucking rock right now.

I refuse to touch my dick while thinking about her. She's thirty-fucking-three years younger than me for fuck's sake.

She's confused. She doesn't want me, and she damn sure isn't getting me. Apocalypse or not, it's still fucking wrong.

I drag a hand down my face and sigh. I shouldn't have watched her, but I couldn't look away. She flashed her fucking pussy right in my face and I just stood there.. watching her. Fuck me.

My dick is throbbing and I know I won't be able to sleep until I get some relief. "Fuck it."

I pull myself out of my boxers and immediately start stroking my dick. I think about anything but.. her. Fuck.. y/n. That pretty little wet pussy dripping right in front of me. The way she said my name when she came.

"Ahh, fuuuck. Y/n, fuck." I cum hard and fast and immediately regret it afterwards. Fuck is wrong with me.

I can't - and I won't let myself think about her like that again.

Y/n's POV:

I wake up before Negan and decide to read my book some more in the living room. It's a romance novel that I found one day in an abandoned car. I've read it four times already, but it seems to be the only romance I'll ever get in life, so why the fuck not.

"Morning, sunshine." Negan says sleepily as he walks towards the kitchen next to the living room. He grabs a handful of berries we picked yesterday and tosses them in his mouth before making me a cup full and putting them down next to me.

"Morning. Thanks." I say without looking at him.

He sits on the couch next to me. "You wanna talk about last night?"

My cheeks redden. "Nope."

"Okay, then I will." Great, here comes the lecture. "Y/n, I shouldn't have watched you. We both know that. But, I think you're just confused. It's just been the two of us for months now and you're all young and.. fucking horny and shit. But, us? It can't happen."

I stay silent, pretending to read my book.

"Seriously? The silent treatment? You sure did have a lot to say last night."

I remain stubbornly quiet, popping a handful of berries in my mouth.

"Y/n, I don't understand why you're upset right now. Talk to me."

"I'm not upset." I snap. "I'm embarrassed.. humiliated. I was stupid to think you'd ever be into me."

He sighs and I see his head drop out of the corner of my eye. "Darlin', if I was your age, I'd be all fucking over you. Trust me. Please don't be embarrassed, okay? You are hot as shit and any man your age would be lucky to have you. We can forget it happened if that's what you want." He holds his arm out again, and like always, I snuggle into him.

"I don't want to forget." My hand rests against his white t-shirt and I want so badly to slide underneath it and run my fingers through is tummy hair.

A moment of silence goes by before he finally whispers. "Me neither, doll."

I look up at him, my face dangerously close to his. "I love you, Negan."

His hand reaches up to caress my face as if he's scared to hurt me. "I love you too, baby... Just not like that."

He wipes the tear that falls from my cheek and my heart shatters in my chest.

One month later...

My feelings for Negan haven't faded; I'm just better at not showing them. We've been more touchier than usual... cuddling on the couch, holding hands when we walk, but nothing "inappropriate." We also haven't mentioned that night. It's like it never happened, which still hurts when I think about it.

I get done bathing myself off after dinner and slip into my usual sleepwear before crashing to the bed and pulling my book from the nightstand. I could quote every line in it by now.

I start to drift off right before a loud boom hits right outside my window, following a bright flash of lightning. I try to fall asleep, but every time I doze off, another loud boom jolts me awake. I toss and turn for an hour before deciding to do something I know I shouldn't.

I crack Negan's door open slowly, trying not to wake him and gently slip into bed next to him. I also may or may not have taken my sleep shorts off, leaving me in just my pink panties and black tank top. I ease underneath the covers and lay facing him. He's usually a light sleeper, so between the thunder and me sneaking into his bed, I'm surprised he's not awake.

I'm completely still for a good ten minutes, making sure he's still sound asleep before I make any movements. When he lets out a little snore, I slowly slide the blanket down off of him. I imagine myself reaching over and running my fingers through his thick chest hair. I keep sliding the covers down further and further, careful not to wake him, until I get to just below the waistband of his boxers. My eyes trail from the deep v in his abdomen to the black hairs peaking above his underwear and I let myself imagine what it would be like to touch him right now.. to slide my hand down his boxers and feel him. I've wondered how big he is for so long.. trying to steal glimpses of him through his pants when he walks, or catch him with the covers down while he's sleeping.

I decide to pull the covers slightly further down and my mouth gapes open at the sight. He's hard.. so hard that I can see the outline of him through his boxers as it threatens to poke through his underwear. My mouth waters at his size and I know if he ever put it in me, it would definitely hurt like hell.

After I've stared at it long enough to feel like a total creep, my eyes travel back up his body and I almost yelp when I see his head is slightly turned and his eyes are watching me curiously, as if he's been waiting for me to make a move.

"I - uh.. The thunder.. I got scared." I explain.

"Nice try, kid. Go back to bed."

"Negan, please. Just let me sleep here. Nothing weird, I just.. don't wanna be alone."

He sighs and that alone tells me he's going to let me. I hide my excitement as I turn over, facing away from him and snuggling into the covers. They smell like him.. musk and leather.. and the scent makes me practically feral. He's still on his back, but my ass is barely touching his side. It's hardly anything, and it's not like we haven't cuddled before, but the thought of my ass so close to him sets my insides on fire.

Another lightning strike hits outside his window this time and I flinch a little, not purposely meaning for my ass to press into him even more. He doesn't react and I wonder if he's already asleep.

"Negan...?" I say softly.

"Hm?"

"Will you hold me?"

"Y/n, you are seriously pushing it. Go to sleep."

a few minutes go by before another boom echoes in the distance and I jump a little again.

He sighs heavily and turns over, draping his arm over my waist and pressing his body firmly against mine. His dick is pressed against my ass, but it's not as hard anymore... and that hurts a little.

"Go to fucking sleep."

I hold his hand tightly against my lower stomach and embrace this moment with him. I want him so bad that I can literally feel my vagina throbbing. If it could speak, it would be meowing like a cat in heat right now. I close my eyes and imagine him sliding in me from behind. I get a little too lost in the thought and accidentally arch a little, grinding my ass further into him. I feel him grow to full length against me and the feeling is enough for me to squeeze my legs together, desperate for some pressure down there.

"Where the fuck are your shorts?" He says in a deep and sleepy voice.

I giggle as he breathes heavily into my neck before whispering again.

"What the hell am I gonna do with you, baby?"

"Touch me?"

"I'm already touching you, y/n. My fucking dick is basically between your ass cheeks."

"Not yet.. my panties are in the way." I slip my panties off my legs smoothly and discard them on the floor.

"Y/n." He warns but before he can tell me no, I'm bare from the waist down and pressing my ass back against him.

"Trying to give this old man a heart attack?" He chuckles deeply.

"I can try harder than that if you want me to." I tease.

"Fuck, baby. Go to sleep before I do something we'll both regret."

"Like what?"

"...Like pound that pussy so fucking good you'll never think about another man's cock but mine."

"If you love me, wouldn't you want to be the one to give that to me for the first time? Wouldn't you rather it be you than some asshole who doesn't care about me."

He doesn't answer, so I keep pressing him. I place my hand back on top of his resting against my stomach and slowly slide it lower towards my aching center.

"Don't start something you can't finish, darlin'."

"Oh, I'm very determined to finish." I spread my legs apart slightly to guide his hand over my wet center. His middle finger easily slides between my slippery folds and we both moan at the feeling.

"Goddamn. Fucking dripping for daddy. He growls in my ear before leaning up a little and pressing his lips to my neck from behind. I move my hand from his, letting him take control - finally.

His finger moves back and forth between my wet slit, gliding over my clit every few seconds and making me moan each time. His other hand slips under me and up to my neck, gently squeezing my throat.

"This what you wanted, baby?" He breathes in my ear and chills spread over every inch of my skin.

I nod quickly as I feel my orgasm build from just his light touch. He hasn't even put a finger in me and I'm already on the verge of tears.

As soon as his finger rubs tiny circles over my clit, I lose it.. moaning out for him.

"Thaaat's it, cum for daddy, babygirl."

"Negan!" I scream out as his hand goes from my neck to my mouth, muffling the sound.

"Don't need the dead hearing us, doll."

He kisses my neck once I've soaked his fingers and then brings them to his mouth.

"Mmm, fuck, this pussy tastes so good I might have to eat it everyday."

I turn around in his arms to face him. My hand goes up to hold his face and my fingers play with his gray hair. He kisses my forehead before meeting my gaze.

"This is so wrong, baby." He strokes my cheek gently.

"Can't be wrong if it feels this good."

He tilts my chin up to press his lips against mine. It's so much better than I ever imagined. He knows exactly what he's doing, and even though I've never kissed anyone, he takes the lead and I'm thankful for it. I moan into his mouth when he deepens the kiss, his hand gripping the back of my neck now. The feeling of is tongue in my mouth makes me clench my legs again, and I think he notices because his hand on my neck travels lower until it reaches the back of my thigh. He lifts my leg over his and his hand slides to my ass, squeezing lightly before his long fingers tease my entrance from behind.

His dick is pressed into me painfully and I can't wait any longer. I need to touch him. Feel him inside me.

I reach my hand inside his boxers and pull out his big, hard cock. I try looking at it under the covers between us.

"You've never seen a dick before, doll?"

I shake my head no and admire him. It's so perfect.

He closes his eyes as I stroke it. "Fuck. So innocent, baby."

He kisses my neck while I pull on him even more. "You sure you want this, baby?"

I nod. "Yes, please. I've been wanting this for so long, Negan."

He lines himself up at my opening, my leg still draped over his so that he's in between my legs.

"Once we do this, you're mine darlin'."

"I'm already yours."

That's all he needs to hear to finally push the tip past my opening. I've never had anything inside of me other than a finger, and the feeling of his thick head pushing through me and stretching my walls has my mouth falling open.

"Tell me to stop, baby."

"No, keep going. Please." I beg.

He slides deeper and deeper until he's buried inside me completely. He stays still, letting me adjust. and kisses me through the pain. A pain that feels so good. I kiss him back hard, scratching his back while grinding my waist pathetically against him repeatedly. I moan in his ear and give him the go ahead to start moving. He fucks me deep and slow at first, letting me get used to him.

"So fucking tight baby."

He growls in my ear and vibration of his deep voice sends chills through me again until my pussy flutters around him.

"Holy fuck, doll. Do that again."

I squeeze my cunt around him again and he lets out the hottest moan I've ever heard. Not that I've heard a man moan before, but I just know that his are the hottest.

"I won't last if you keep doing that, baby." He warns and the thought of him shooting his load inside me has my head spinning.

After a few more thrusts that have my eyes rolling to the back of my head, I feel myself reaching my orgasm again and hold him against me so I can grind against him and ride it out.

"Negan, Negan, oh my god.” I breathe out as I push myself so hard against him that my clit rubs against his pubic bone creating the friction I need to send me over the edge.

"Goddamn." He thrusts into me faster and harder. "Gonna make me fucking cum already, baby." He tries to pull out but you tighten your leg around him so he can't pull away.

"Cum in me, Negan. Please." I cry desperately. "I love you. I want all of you."

He kisses me hard before his hips come to a halt. He practically yells out when he shoots his load deep inside me. "Ah, fuck! Babyyy."

The sound of Negan cumming is even hotter than his moaning from earlier - I didn't think it could get any better but holy shit. We're both a tangled, sweaty mess while our hearts beat out of our chest.

We eventually fall asleep with our lips still touching and his softening dick still inside me.

I don't even worry about the possibility of what could happen in the future.. I know I'm safe with Negan.. Here in our little cabin. He gently strokes my hair as we drift back off to sleep.

BOOM. The thunder crashes outside again, but this time I don't even flinch.

"You're not scared of thunder, are you, doll?"

I smile against his chest. "...No."

The End.

Brb, going to take an ice bath.

[larcenywrites]

Hey, I saw that you were taking requests for Kurt, and I have an idea that I would like you to write please. Can you do a Nightcarwler X Reader story where Kurt had a bad day from an unfavorable encounter from earlier that day from an anti-mutant crowd, which called him a monster and demon and other bad things, despite him just wanting to help people. Kurt is now feeling a bit depressed and insecure about his unique appearance. The reader helps reassure him that he’s beautiful and comforts him, and their bonding eventually escalates to NSFW stuff. I would prefer the reader to be of the male sex, but ultimately the reader can be whatever sex you decide. Thank you so much for your time 😊

(I’m sorry this isn’t funny-)

So sorry it took so long D: but I hope this is okay :)

What It Means To Be Human

Nightcrawler x M!Reader

Warnings: male reader but no pronouns used | unprotected because I’m always a slut | do I even have to say a little tail action?? It’s nightcrawler 😏 | some light oral | “somehow” I got into my tongue and spit kink a lil tiny bit sorry | porn with plot but at least the plot is loving on Kurt 😚

Word count: ~2,100

It was hardly late afternoon, and already the day had gone to shit. For a handful of people, that is, but unfortunately, that handful included your people and, more importantly, your person. Rogue had already told you about the angry mom of humans. The usual, as she'd typically describe it. But you knew that for Kurt, "the usual" was a little more serious than the term made it sound and a whole lot more familiar— Personal, even.

You quickly made your way to your bedroom, immediately noticing the lump beneath the sheets. You climbed into your side of the bed, lifting the covers to reveal the furball underneath. "You're in bed early," you comment softly, trying to keep a lighthearted edge to your tone. He didn't respond, but after a few moments of playing dead, he finally shifted, sifting up next to you and crossing his legs. Downcast golden orbs studied the sheets.

"You okay?" You ask softly, already knowing the answer. In his silence, you study his bare chest and low-waisted pajama pants, clearly drained from his earlier encounter.

"Yeah," Kurt eventually mumbles back. He turns to look at you, tired eyes studying yours, picking up that you already know. "It shouldn't bother me anymore," he deflects, looking down again.

With a sigh, you lean against him, not taking your eyes off him. "It's okay for it to bother you," you reason, leaning against him to be shoulder-to-shoulder and hip-to-hip. "You don't have to be strong all the time," you continue. "You've had to deal with their name-calling for way too long."

"The name-calling I can handle," he quickly replies. "It's being considered less than human that gets under my skin," he remarks, tail thrashing behind him and resting around you. It was tempting to just tell him it didn't matter what they thought, but for someone like him, it unfortunately does matter. He's had to spend his whole life proving it just to continue helping the very people who ostracize him.

Wanting to take away from the somberness for a moment, you suddenly push a finger between his lips to press at a fang, making him open his mouth a little. "What, you're telling me these things aren't human?" You tease lightly, watching him shrug away.

"Those are probably the most human thing about me," he retorts, clearly trying not to smile as he looks down.

"Then maybe that's why they're not my most favorite thing about you," you tease back, making him snort softly. You study him quietly for a few moments before speaking again. "You know, if they gave you a chance, they would find that you are the most human of us all," you add on much more seriously, resting on his shoulder and watching his reaction.

"That's the issue," he replies somberly, resting his cheek against your head. "I don't think any of us are going to get the chance to prove that."

The statement hangs in the air for several moments. They would never understand what he's done to be like them, nor what he's been through to be just himself, and each time getting the same treatment.

"They know not what they do," he repeats a verse that has left his lips plenty of times, fingers rising to fumble with the silver cross that hangs from the chain around his neck. "That doesn't make it hurt less," he confesses.

With a heavy sigh, you lift your head again to look at him properly. "Everything that you are now is because you don't look human," you state bluntly but lovingly, bringing a hand to his cheek and tilting his face towards you. "And is exactly why you're beautiful," you add tenderly, making him look down shyly.

"I know what I am, liebe," he replies quietly, almost defeatedly, leaning into your touch with a soft sigh. "And what I am not," he continues with conviction, a hint of a double meaning behind his words and a gleam of determination in his solid yellow eyes when they glance back up at you.

You smile softly at him, rubbing your thumb over the fur of his cheek before tracing over his lips. He may, in fact, look like a devil, but he was a handsome devil— your handsome devil.

"I don't know," you start. "They might've been right about one thing…" you insinuate, a hint of suggestiveness in your tone and a mischief in your eyes that he knows well.

"Oh, the 'handsome devil' line again; how clever," he mutters sarcastically before you can even continue, glaring at you with a badly hidden grin.

"Oh, you like it," you retort as you lean into him with a mocking pout.

"I do," Kurt's low chuckle breathes against your lips after happily leaning in with you, the grin he'd been trying to hide now on full display. The soft fur on his face tickled your cheeks and nose as you connected in a kiss. Something short but sweet, loving but innocent. Just the human connection he probably needed after today.

With lips brushing and noses bumping, both of you simply rested against one another for a moment, letting him enjoy some peace of humanity with a soft sigh. You could practically feel his sly grin as he pressed a deeper kiss to your lips, his tail unfurling from your arm to curl over your leg. With your own knowing grin, you eagerly kissed back, playing with the broad tip of his tail.

Kurt teasingly bites into your bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away just enough to let you see the mischievous gleam in his golden eyes and smirking fangs, challenging you to bite back. Shifting yourself to your knees, you plant a hand in the soft fluff of his chest while simultaneously diving into his neck. This time, you sink your teeth into him, still not entirely used to the feeling of fur against your tongue, nor his slinking tail around your thigh.

Lulling his head to the side to give you more room to ravish his throat, his tail tightens around your thigh in excitement, and hands find their way under your shirt, squeezing your sides with similar enthusiasm before wrapping his arms around you instead. His tighter embrace convinces you to fall with him. Right where he wanted you.

Despite his lithe form, Kurt easily rolls you both, switching positions to have you underneath instead. With his arms still hooked around your lower back, it was also his turn to sink his teeth into the crook of your neck, fangs pricking at your skin. You hum lowly and wrap your arms around his back, trailing over the velvety feel of his fur and playing with the longer curls on the back of his neck.

Without warning, he ground into you, making you hiss from the sudden friction. The sound spurred him on, deeply rolling his hips into yours in search of more. The rough fabric of your jeans was both frustrating and delicious, creating just enough tension to have you both twitching and humming in pleasure, but leaving far too much distance between your aching cocks. Yet, you continued, feeling Kurt's hot breath panting over your ear.

The strong hands on your back gripped onto your waist, sliding over your ticklish skin and riding your shirt up with them. He barely lifted himself, letting you take his cue to undress, hardly throwing your shirt to the side before that fluffy chest pressed against yours again. Lips passionately pressed against yours, with tongue tracing your lip and a hand sneaking down to the button of your pants.

You parted your lips only for him to pull away, sitting up to properly straddle you. Your hips twitch towards him in anticipation as he unfastens your jeans with a familiar precision. It's not long before you've both managed to shimmy the rest of your clothes onto the floor.

Now nude beneath him, Kurt eagerly flattens his tongue against your tip, fangs barely peaking from beneath his lips. At your low moan, he continues down your length, purposefully leaving behind a messy trail of saliva and licking back up to gently suck the head of your cock. He's just as sloppy, making sure to coat your length in his dripping spit and using his tongue to spread it.

You can't help but bury your hand into the soft blue and indigo hues of his hair with a soft groan, threading your fingers through his curls. Barely lifting his head enough to make your hand fall to his cheek instead, Kurt gives your palm the same treatment, licking over your skin with an obvious intent in his eyes, simultaneously hooking a thumb beneath the waistband of his pajama pants and awkwardly tugging them off. But there wasn't much time to mull over his graceless maneuver when his own hard length springs out.

As he straddles your waist again, you eagerly take his cock into your wettened hand, digging your other into the thicker fur on his thighs. His moans are soft, like the rest of him, letting you slowly jerk him off while he struggled to align himself with twitching hips. Peach fuzz tickles your thigh as that not-so-sneaky tail sneaks around your leg and tightens on cue with its owner as he sinks onto you. Your own hips thrust up to try and meet him, making the cock in your hand jump.

Kurt moans through bared fangs, caught between the feeling of your gentle touch circling under his leaky tip and heavier pressure filling him, involuntarily rolling his hips even while trying to adjust. The movement, or the lack thereof, left you just as tense and twitching inside him. Panting in frustration, you moved your hand along his shaft again, hoping to spur him on.

With another roll of his hips, he couldn't stop himself from practically grinding on you, lips parting as his gaze is drawn to where your hand pleasures him. He licks his lips at the sight, only moments later letting saliva drip from his mouth and into the base of his dick, making you curse under your breath as you spread it over his sensitive flesh.

Kurt plants his hands on either side of you, back arched and hips finally lifting. You both groan softly, slowly moving against one another. Your nails dig into his thigh and your hand on his cock struggles to match the slow pace. Desperate to chase after the feeling, it's not long before he speeds up, bouncing higher each time.

The long chain that hung from his neck dangled wildly with his movements, a hand coming to your lower tummy to steady himself a little and to brush his fingers over your skin. Lying your head back with a groan aimed at the ceiling, you peered down at him through your lashes, his parted lips panting and the thick curls that hung over his forehead softly bouncing each time his hips reconnected with yours.

The closer you got, the harder it became to keep a steady pace stroking him. With a whimperish moan, he shoos you away, taking his aching cock in his hands, movements desperate as he jerks himself off. You take the other furry thigh in your hand, holding onto him and watching closely. Kurt tenses around you and stops abruptly, working at his blush-red tip and obviously close. Just as desperate for more friction, you thrust up to meet his stilled form, making him moan loudly.

Keeping his hips in your grasp while you fucked into him, it didn't take much longer before he lurched forward, movements slowing as he finally came, dripping onto your stomach with a panted sigh that showed off his fangs. The sight had your own movements faltering, sporadically rolling your tensing hips against him as you released yourself inside him.

Kurt releases himself as you both still, hunched over you and squirming. You're both panting, your hands playing with his fur and his thumbs barely brushing at your sides. The constricting tail around your leg finally unravels itself as he lifts himself from you, falling into your side with his fuzzy cheek on your shoulder and knees drawn up against you. You quickly reached over to the nightstand for a few tissues, taking care of the pool of cum on your stomach.

With his tail curling over your waist once you settled again, he cuddles into you, kissing at your shoulder before turning to meet your lips. Entwined with you in the sunlit room, maybe this was all it took to be human. Something he didn't have to share, something he didn't have to prove. Somewhere where he didn't need to be anything other than loved.

[stanart4clearskin]

(this was not proofread i’m so sorry if i randomly switch tenses and for run on sentences)

stanford w/ art

art and you had never been too close of friends. he was always just your brother’s friend that you’ve known since you were in first grade

you were polite whenever you saw art and him the same but you guys never went out of the way to make conversation

you’d probably only spoken a handful of times to each other so when you’re at stanford and he’s the only person you know, you’re very hesitant to reach out

you were struggling with a few concepts in your calculus class and the only person you knew in that class was art

you had gone to a few of your professor’s office hours and watched countless youtube videos but the concept just didn’t click

there were rumors that art was surprisingly smart and you were desperate to not fail your upcoming midterm so you text him

a study hangout is arranged and a few days later you’re in art’s dorm as he explains sinh and cosh to you

as weeks pass, the study sessions become routine and after dinner you two head back to art’s dorm to end the night with some studying

these sessions are strictly weekdays mainly because art refuses to study in weekends and plus he wants to go to parties

and that’s how he ends up dragging you along to one because through your study hangouts, you two have quickly become friends

the party was mediocre and you two end up leaving early to go play some midnight tennis

it wasn’t until half way through your freshman year at stanford that art had finally gained the courage to make a move

since art was one of your brother’s friends, he was always around at your house and in turn he constantly saw you

of course he had developed a crush on you because, who wouldn’t?

he had been harboring this crush for over a year now but he played it off as a proximity thing but now being at stanford together and actually getting to know you, art knows this feeling is serious

during a study session he was writing out practice problems for you and for one of them he wrote, “i like you”

you laughed it off at first, thinking it was just in a platonic way but art shook his head and explained his feelings

soon enough you two started dating and the study sessions kept up but they started to become progressively less productive

most times nostudying ever gets done. all it takes is for him to glance at you once while you’re studying—lip biting the end of your pen as you stare at your paper—for him to have the urge to jump you

he’ll gently grab your pen out of your grasp and usher you onto his lap where he can place sloppy kisses all along your neck

whenever you tug at his hair he’ll nip at your neck before soothing it with his tongue

his hands soothingly run up and down your thighs while he keeps you close on his lap

most times this will never lead to anything further because while art has a high libido yours is not nearly as intense and he respects that so you’ll just spend most nights cuddled up together watch a movie while randomly interjecting with complaints and comments

[froggibus]

🍹- Maybe some Reaper’s s/o trying to get him to let loose from work stuff and enjoy the summer with them? Like, bothering the dude by spraying him with a water gun for fun and he gets all mad about it but reluctantly accepts? (Ps: love your work 🫶)

All Work, No Play - Reaper

Pairing: Gabriel Reyes x gn! reader

Genre: fluff, crack

Word Count: 850

Summary: after spending a week cooped up in his office, you find a way to force Gabe out of hiding

CW: brief mention of Talon, brief mention of murder, established relationship, lots of cutesy affection, water gun fight, summer fun

thanks so much!! it’s been a while since I wrote about Reyes but this idea was so fun and cute I couldn’t resist ^^ thank you for requesting & hope you’re having a great summer!

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“I’m working,” are the first words out of your boyfriend’s mouth. 

You stay standing at the door, gently leaned against the wood frame. He doesn’t look up from the security footage playing in front of him, a black hoodie obscuring most of his face from you. 

“I know,” you say softly. “You’ve been working all night. It’s almost noon.”

Gabriel squints into the screen as if suddenly noticing how tired his eyes are. “Fuck, is it really?” 

He leans back in his office chair, letting it recline and spin around to face you. His gaze falls on you and you can finally see just how tired he is—eyes red and lined with purple, skin sunken in. He looks more zombie than reaper. 

“Why don’t you take a break?” You offer what you hope is a sweet smile. “Take a nap, have some lunch. Maybe we could go to the beach?”

You were hoping to sneak that last one in there but the look on his face tells you no such luck. You loose a sigh, letting your shoulders drop. In typical Reyes fashion, he’s been cooped up in his office all week, wracking his brain over the same grainy camera footage everyday. 

He shakes his head. “I need to get this finished. Akande wants the target gone by Monday.”

You bite your lip at the mention of his work, his real work. It’s never bothered you much but that’s also because he rarely talks about it, and avoids the details where he can. 

“Alright, just remember to eat something.” You shuffle away, closing the door quietly behind you. 

Gabriel’s stomach ties itself in knots at the sad smile on your face when you leave. While you’re probably used to him rejecting your ideas by now, the guilt of it still gnaws at him. You’re his better half and most days he feels you’re far too kind to him, far too understanding of his marriage to his work. 

—

It’s an hour later when you finally dare to return to his study. You pause outside the door, double checking the plastic water gun tucked into your holster. 

The cold green plastic greets your fingers, the water sloshing around as if to say hello. You take a deep breath, bracing your hand on your gun, and shove open the door. 

Before he can even react, you’re pointing the gun at him and dousing him in water. He’s on his feet in less than a second, turning his dark eyes to you. His mouth is pressed in a hard line, and for a second you think he’s really, really pissed at you until you see the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. 

He takes one step towards you and you level the gun in warning, clenching it with both hands. “Don’t take another step, Reyes,” you warn. 

Your boyfriend cocks an eyebrow at you, shuffling a toe forward. Before he can move again, you’re squeezing the trigger and squirting water all over his face and chest. 

He stands there staring at you as though shocked by your audacity. You squeeze the trigger one more time, but no water comes out. Reyes smirks, as if he’s been waiting for you to run out. 

“No backup clip?” He jokes before lunging at you. 

You tear away from his office, sprinting down the hallway to the kitchen as fast as your legs will take you. Your sole focus is on making it to the sink and refilling your water gun.

You risk a glance behind you, only to see he’s not following you, before crashing headfirst into his chest. You collide with a groan, the air knocked from your lungs. 

Gabriel tugs you into him, bracing you against his muscled chest while you fight to regain your balance. “You should really watch where you’re going.”

You glare up at him, your arms pinned to your side from the crushing hug he gives you. “Teleporting is cheating,” you state. “I regret nothing.”

“Sure it is.” He lets out a low chuckle at your antics, planting a kiss to the top of your head. “Now,” he says, snatching the water gun from where it’s tucked into the holster at your side, “why don’t we take this outside?”

You tilt your head in confusion. The little green water gun looks so small, so foreign in his hand, you almost laugh. He examines it, turning it over and running his hand across all the ridges. 

“Do you really want to play?”

He can’t help but smile at the way your face lights up, that adorable spark returning to your eyes. He nods, only half reluctantly, and slides the gun back into your holster. 

“Okay yay!” You wiggle out of his grasp, “I have more guns and another holster in the kitchen. You can even have two if you want,” you shoot him a look, “if you’re more comfortable that way.”

He can only laugh at your antics, following you down the hallway to the kitchen where you already have an entire water gun arsenal lined up. 

He watches as you fill up another few water guns and start to strap them into the holsters on your thighs. He smiles, wondering how he got so damn lucky.

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[jimhopperlova]

- Secrets (18+) pt.2

hello everyone! how was everyone’s thanksgiving? i’m so excited to get rolling with this one. i have a couple of other requests that i’ll get to as soon as i can. please enjoy the sexyness that this one holds. thank you!

Pairing(s): dads best friend!jim hopper, fem!reader

Summary: ever since the chief had kissed you, your mind wouldn’t stop wandering. what happens when he’s over again, and you have to confess your feelings?

Warning(s): large age gap (reader is 19, hop is 40), hop being a perv, masturbation (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), uniform kink, belt kink, unprotected p in v,

"sweetheart, why don't you invite your friends over?" your dad called out to you from the living room as you had begun to rummage through your dresser, trying to find your swimsuit. it was in the middle of august, so it was very hot out. your dad had managed to buy a pool after the fourth of july, so today you were finally able to enjoy some cool water onto your skin.

"because dad, i have no friends!" you called back out to your dad, continuing to go through your dresser. your eyes began to glow at the sight of your swimsuit finally found. it was boring, but at least you had found it. it was a one piece, all black. you had gotten it the last year, and it still fit. thank god you didn't have to beg your dad to take you swimsuit shopping.

thinking it was just you and your dad, you heard commotion downstairs. the door had opened and shut, and your dad was yelling something in the distance. you couldn't quite understand, so you gripped up your swimsuit and made your way downstairs. you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw that jim stood there in the frame of your front door, still clad in his uniform. suddenly, a blush rose to your cheeks. you didn't forget that kiss from last time, did you? you watched as jim looked at you as well, a soft smirk approaching on his face.

"oh, hey, chief. uh.. w-what brings you here?" you stammered out, not really sure of what to say. here you were, still stumbling on your words, even more so now. jim placed his hands against his hips, looking down at you. studying you, almost. it made you want to throw up.

"out in the area, figured i would come on by and check in. what do you got in your hand?" jim had then asked you. you looked up at him and let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head in the process.

"oh, just a swimsuit. dad here bought a pool and today is the hottest day of the year. figured i would, i don't know, go for a swim," you laughed softly, and jim could only nod. "it was nice seeing you again, chief. i'm gonna go get dressed now." you smiled and nodded, looking up at him one more time. he seemed way more relaxed with you now, despite the two of you not talking for the past month.

jim had been over a few times since the fourth, but not as much as before. you were worried the kiss scared him off, and of course you took this as an insult. maybe he really didn't want to talk to you anymore? you made your way upstairs and to your bedroom, the door shut behind you. well, so you thought. you started to get dressed into your swimsuit, you starting to take off pieces of your current outfit. first the shirt, then the bra. you had then managed to wiggle out of the shorts and before you knew it, your most private area was on show. you wanted to get dressed in the fastest way possible.

you were so oblivious and lost in thought that you didn't know familiar eyes were prying on you already. after you had gone upstairs, jim had excused himself to the bathroom (which was right next to your bathroom). your dad was clearly oblivious, but your dad thought it was the best flaw your dad could ever have. jim had also watched you grow, so your dad trusted him more than anyone. big mistake, probably.

jim had watched through the crack in your door, his blue eyes filled with lust the more you had taken off each article of clothing. he got there in time to see you wiggle your shorts off, as well as your bra. thinking you were going to get dressed, you had surprised him with your own actions.

you were deep in thought of jim, and the way he just sauntered into your home. the way he kissed you last time... well it got you curious. did he even want more? or did he just want to lead you on? you didn't know, but now that every time you saw him since then, you felt that familiar ache in your tummy. as well as that ache in your... well, you got more wet every time you saw him. the desire to touch yourself to the thought of him only got more worse when you saw the familiar police blazer drive by your house. but knowing he was in your home, the smell of him... you couldn't help it. your dad was currently busy with jim (or so you thought), so you had plenty of time to spare.

you dipped your hand down to where your nerves were kept, and the slightest touch had you aching for more. the most sensitive part on your skin felt the greatest you had ever felt before, and it was all because of him. the more you thought about him, the more you kept a pace. faster, harder... you continued in your own ecstasy, oblivious to the fact that the person you were thinking about was just mere inches away from you.

jim on the other hand, had to stop thinking about touching himself to your own pleasure. he had to grip himself through his uniform pants just to stop the ache that was going on. what if he just walked in there, maybe... helped you? well, he thought he could erase the urge, however you had moaned his name just then.

"fuck... j-jim.. please..." you had managed to slip through your lips, just loud enough for jim to hear. and alas, he had managed to stop his own curiosity to slowly open your door. thank god your father had kept up on this house so the door wouldn't squeak. but jim's footsteps could be heard, thanks to his heavy boots he wore.

you shot up out of your own desire, looking over at your door. your eyes practically bulged out of your head at the scene that held before you. jim was trying his best not to bug you, but the own tent in his pants made you aware that he was watching.

"jim- uh, fuck. i'm sorry, i didnt-" jim immediately told you to hush before he shut the door behind himself quietly. "jim, i don't understand? what do you-"

"i told you, shush. do i make myself clear?" jim told you, and you immediately shushed up. you swallowed past the lump in your throat, and you nodded. jim slowly made his way over to you, careful not to creak the floorboards under your bedroom too bad. he slowly sat next to you on your bed, your eyes drifting to his cautiously. what did he want? "now... that kiss. what did you think?" he asked you, finally talking about the elephant in the room. you realized you were completely naked under jim's eyes, so you started to pull at the covers. but instead, jim made you stop your actions. "you're beautiful. let me see it." you looked up at him nervously and nodded slowly.

"the kiss, uh... i only wondered what you wanted with me after that. i hadn't seen you much after." you squeaked out. jim nodded and looked in between your own lips and your eyes. he was contemplating on whether kissing you again or not. he really shouldn’t give in to these urges he just so happened to have for the past year. but now, the two of you were alone. and you were naked.

“can i try again?” jim asked you, and all you could do was look up at him. the both of your eyes interlocked, and you were staring at each other. maybe the both of you waiting for the right move. you nodded slowly at his question, and he immediately dived onto your lips. his hands found the sides of your face before his lips met yours with no time to waste. it was sweet, but much more passionate than last time. it was a deep, and lust filled kiss. you kissed him back with no time to spare, your lips moving in sync with his. jim had to admit. this was all he wanted to do since he showed up on your doorstep earlier. and now he finally had the chance to make it right with you.

jim continued to kiss you, but getting deeper and deeper with every passing second. before you knew it, he was now laying on top of you. the two of you not stopping one bit, moving in sync with each other. although, he did catch you off guard. his hand then dipped down to her clit, rubbing softly on the tender flesh. you broke the kiss to let out a small gasp at the sudden feeling, your hands gripping onto the uniform short he wore.

“that feel good?” jim muttered into your ear. you moaned softly and nodded back. he continued his moments, only going softly at first. you moaned softly at the reaction before he met your lips again. kissing harder this time, loving the way you moaned into the kiss. he continued his actions before he then dipped a finger inside of you, a small gasp yet again leaving your lips. you broke the kiss and looked up at him, love drunk off of him.

“please.. jim, i need you..” you sighed out as you looked up at him. jim could only smirk in response, his actions not stopping. he slowly fingered you, only before adding another finger inside you. your walls clenched down around his fingers, making it that much more pleasurable for you. jim had wondered how you would feel with his cock inside of you, as you were already tightening around his fingers alone. you let out a loud gasp, clenching harder against the uniform shirt. you looked up at him with a desperate look, wanting.. no, needing more. “jim.. p-please..” you practically begged out. jim could only chuckle and nod, slowly pulling his fingers out of you. thinking he couldn’t get any more sexy like this, he then dipped his fingers inside his mouth, licking and lapping up your juices. jim then leaned down to kiss you again, you tasting yourself on his tongue. you moaned softly, now getting completely needy. you couldn’t wait anymore, you needed him.

“how do you taste, baby?” jim cooed in your ear after he broke the kiss. he then leaned away from you, starting to unbotton his uniform shirt. you pathetically grabbed at it, shaking your head no.

“no.. keep it on.” you instructed him. well, begged. your cheeks then became a deep red, hoping that your little uniform kink wouldn’t pry him away from you. jim chuckled and smirked down at you before nodding.

“you gotta call me chief, then.” jim responded back at you with a small wink before you giggled softly and nodded. before you knew it, he stood from his bed and started to unbuckle his belt. you watched as he slid the belt off of his waist before unbottoning his pants as well as unzipping his fly. was it wrong that you wanted him to use the belt on you? you looked up at him with a bit lip, before you spoke how you felt.

“can you… um… use the belt on me?” you coughed out, and jim looked down at you in shock. well, aren’t you full of surprises? he chuckled softly with that same smirk he wore so famously, before he nodded. he then grabbed you and forcefully made you lay on your stomach, ass in the air. you felt your own sensetive area aching for more, the way you could feel your own juices rolling down your leg. normally, jim would make you cum already, making sure you were overstimulated when his dick was inside of you. but he really wanted you to cum on his cock.

“you’re really just a slut, aren’t you?” jim asked you before he rubbed his hand against your ass. it was smooth, and it was a nice gesture. until he slapped it, it echoing throughout your room. you gasped and bucked your hips forward. it hurt, but you didn’t mind it. especially if it was from your favorite chief. “answer me when i speak to you.” jim spoke, looking down at you with dark eyes. you nodded and quivered your lip.

“yes, yes i’m a slut. i want.. to be your slut,” you responded, jim only chuckling softly. it seemed like you knew what to say at the right times. thinking he wasn’t going to slap your ass again, he then used the belt this time. the leather snapped against your tender flesh, making you gasp out in pain and pleasure. “please, chief.. i need you…” you begged out once more, hoping he would oblige.

“such in a rush, hmm?” jim clicked his tongue before he smacked your ass again with the belt. it seemed the more he did it, you never got familiar. it was so painful, but it felt good. it turned you on even more, making your pussy throb with need. you moaned softly at the realization, jim only chuckling at this. “beg.” jim demanded and of course, you obliged.

“please, please, please, chief. i want your cock inside me. need you to fill me up.” you begged, and jim then realized it was time he did just that. he sat the belt down on your bed, before he pulled his pants and boxers down. his cock sprang out at full attention, already leaking pre-cum. wow, you really got him going. his hat still hung on his head, a delicious touch to what he was about to do to you. he stroked himself a bit as he looked down at your entrance, loving how wet you were. jim couldn’t help himself. he couldn’t continue to tease you or he would get blue balls quick at this rate. before you knew it, jim was slamming his cock inside of you, pausing for a moment so you could get used to the feeling. he was thick. length wise he was about average, but his cock filled your walls tight, and it felt all so good.

“oh, shit. jim-“ you hummed out. jim didn’t even care that you called him by his name, in fact he loved it. the way you spoke his name was the most angelic he ever had heard. he slowly started to thrust inside of you, going dangerously slow at first. you moaned, loving the way he made you get used to his cock inside of you. he wouldn’t be able to last long if he just plowed right into you.

“f-fuck.. you’re gonna make me fuckin’ explode,” jim hummed out, his eyes shutting softly as his head hung back softly. you were moaning softly, loving the way his cock really did fill you up. before you knew it, jim was starting to thrust faster, now. ans then finally, he was thrusting in and out of you at a dangerous pace. his balls continued to slap against your clit as his cock slammed in and out of your cunt. you moaned loudly, gripping your blankets tightly. you didn’t even care if your dad heard or not. you were high off of jim’s movements, and he was high off of how you moaned.

jim then gripped up the belt, and wrapped it around your neck. it made your back arch, letting jim hit that most perfect spot. jim continued to study how you moaned for him, moaned his name. his eyebrows knotted together in pleasure, as he rested his head against your own, his hand still gripped against the belt and your face just mere inches from his lips. he nibbled softly against your ear, his thrusts continuing to fuck into your deep aching cunt. he breathed into your ear, small grunts escaping his throat. you felt your stomach get tighter at the sound of this, feeling yourself starting to get closer and closer to your climax.

“chief, i’m.. i’m gonna-cum..” you moaned out loudly, as he found his lips against your cheek. he softly kissed your cheek, his thrusts dangerous. he was now slamming in and out of you to where it almost hurt. but it felt so, so good. finally, you shrieked out. “jim-please. don’t fucking-stop. fuck! i’m cumming.” you moaned out and jim could only smile against your cheek.

“cum for me, baby. fuck-i’m right behind you.” jim moaned out as he only continued to fuck into you. finally, you realized at his own words, your orgasm washing over you. and just like jim mentioned, he really was right behind you. he groaned out and you felt his seed entering inside you, it coating your walls thick full of his cum.

the two of you ended up collapsing on your bed. you looked over at jim who seemed pretty exhausted. his chest rose and fall rapidly as he was clearly sweating. after a couple moments of silence, he looked over at you with a soft smile. you looked back at him, smiling back at him as well. he really did think you were perfect, perfect for him. and he really didn’t care what anyone thought.

“i hope that was better than last time-“ jim started to speak before your door had then creaked open. your eyes shot wide at who was standing in your doorframe- your father. he looked like he saw a ghost, staring at both of your naked bodies.

“jim-what? sweetheart, are you..? what..?” your father stammered out, looking across at you with wide eyes. you quickly covered yourself up with the covers. jim’s dick was out, and it was clear the two of you atleast started to get freaky. fuck. what were you even going to say? you started to try and say something, but your dad cut you off. “james. how. fucking. could you..?” your dad spoke to jim, who didn’t know how to react. his hat was now laying on your bed underneath his head. he slowly stood and looked across at your dad, pulling up his pants and started to buckle up his belt.

“listen. i know what it looks like, and-“

“no. you fucked my daughter! you watched her grow up. you’re fucking.. s-sick!” your father exclaimed, before he pushed jim back. jim looked over at your father, and had to do his best to not punch him. jim then looked back at you, your eyes scared. you were shaking with fear, hoping you could atleast still see jim after all of this was done.

“calm down! let me just fucking talk, okay?” jim had told your dad, holding up his hands to try and calm your dad down. you didn’t think that would happen. when your dad was angry, he was livid. and nothing will change his mood until the next day. “your daughter and i.. well, we have feelings for each other. i have since she turned 19. and i know that sounds fucked up, but.. i can’t control the urges. i can’t control my feelings for her.” jim explained to your dad who looked ocer at you now. his eye was twitching with rage.

“huh? what say you? you have feelings for james?!” your dad asked you now. you swallowed past the lump that formed in your throat. you looked at both of them. you then nodded slowly, looking back at just your dad. “fuckin.. unbelievable. since you love him so fucking much, why don’t you move in with him? move into that shitty little trailer that’s always littered with pill bottles and beer bottles?!” your dad then told you, before he walked out of your room. clearly, your dad needed a minute to process. you looked over at jim who could only sigh.

“i’ll.. see you later.” jim exclaimed before he grabbed his hat and walked out of your room, shutting the door behind him. jim just.. left you? left you naked and afraid? all you could hear after jim left yelling, back and forth. your dad continued to yell until you heard the door shut. great. now what?

[enchantedflameandflower]

Vincent Stevens x reader fic!

mood board by @kus-babygirl

We’ve got a new Vincent x reader multi-part romance! This was all entirely written by @kus-babygirl and her idea as well. I’ve done all the editing and added some bits here and there and she’s asked me to post for her! If you leave a comment make sure to tag @kus-babygirl!

Part 1

You had never imagined the most notorious womaniser in the city would ever fall in love with you, let alone completely change for you, but somehow…he did. Now you love him just as much and the two of you are here on your wedding day, saying your vows.

Okay, you’re probably wondering how you got here and who you’re marrying, so let's rewind to 3 years ago and start at the beginning…

You and your two best friends, Mia and Ayala, are out celebrating for your 30th birthday. Even though you refused numerous times before, as always, they managed to convince you to go out and celebrate with them. So here you are drinking and dancing to the most ridiculous songs known to mankind in a bar, but the three of you wouldn't change it for the world. 

After a bit, you need a break and you turn to Mia, touching her arm. “I'm going to sit down at the bar, my feet are killing me in these heels,” you shout over the music.

“Alright!” she shouts back, still dancing like a crazy person. And Ayala, you’ve noticed, has gone off with a man she met as soon as you three entered the bar, but you weren't worried about her, you knew she could handle herself. 

You carefully weave in and out of people as you try to make your way to the bar, but the place is crowded and some of them are moving around a bit wildly to the music. Just as you smile to yourself thinking you’re about to make it unscathed, someone behind you bumps your shoulder, making you jolt forward and knocking you right into someone else.

“Whoa!” The stranger in front of you exclaims. You watch as a few drops of his drink fly out of his glass, and he lifts his arm high up in front of him, trying to keep more of the alcohol from spilling.

“I’m so sorry!” you gasp, but you’re way too flustered to say more and you hurry off toward the bar before you get bumped into again, or worse.

Finally, you manage to make it and you take a seat on one of the stools, ordering yourself a glass of ice water. You’ve already consumed enough alcohol tonight to put an alcoholic to shame, that was for sure. 

After a few minutes, you start to relax. You’re taking very little sips of the water that the bartender gave you when a man takes a seat beside you.

“Excuse me, I don't mean to intrude, but you owe me a drink.” 

Confused, you turn to him, frowning a little. You realize suddenly this must be the man you bumped into but you hadn’t spilled his drink, he’d saved it. “Why do I owe you a drink?” 

“Because when I saw your beautiful face after you rushed off, I dropped mine,” he answers with such a charming smile that you were sure women all over would fall over their feet for him instantly. 

You scoff slightly, trying not to blush. “That has to be one of the cheesiest pick up lines I’ve ever heard.” 

The man chuckles lightly. “But it worked right,?”

“Oh, I wouldn't say that,” you answer before turning back to the dance floor and seeing Ayala has now rejoined Mia with her dancing.

"Well, can I buy you a drink then?” he asks, sounding a little more sincere now. “In reparation for having to listen to such a cheesy line?”

You finally turn back toward him, and notice he’s leaning a little closer, but not enough to make you uncomfortable, and you study him for a moment, taking in everything about him, and you can’t help but be curious…is he…?. “I don't normally accept drinks from total strangers,” you finally answer, “but I think I could make an exception for you. I'll take a Coca Cola. I’ve already had enough alcohol for tonight and I don't want to wake up with a hangover tomorrow. I’m starting a new job.”

The man smiles, turning to the bar and ordering both himself and you drinks. Once they arrive you take very light sips of yours, happily relishing in the fizzy sweetness of the drink.

You spend awhile with him, chatting casually and sipping your drinks. You have to admit he’s extremely handsome and the conversation is good, he’s kind and thoughtful, asking you questions and actually listening.

“So what are you celebrating?'” he asks, smiling the most handsome smile you’ve maybe ever seen. 

“My 30th birthday, and starting my new job tomorrow,” you answer simply.

“Well, happy birthday and congrats on the new job! Maybe we could…turn this into a proper celebration, if you want? Come to my place with me, it will be quieter, we could talk some more…” he says sounding hopeful. 

You smile, before downing the rest of your drink and hopping off the bar stool and turning to him. "I'm sorry. I don't do one night stands with serial cheaters, and I wouldn't want anyone to think I only got this job because I slept with the boss. I will see you tomorrow at 9 o'clock, Mr Stevens." 

You turn away, making your way back onto the dance floor with your friends, while leaving Vincent Stevens by the bar absolutely flummoxed.

tbc…

Part 2

[afictionaladventure16]

Heyyy!!! I absolutely loved your latest work “Taking it All In” I haven’t stopped crying since I read it. I was wondering if you could write something about the depression that the reader has in the story. Something along the lines where reader has been skipping school for some time due to depression and she hasn’t told Pedro about it. He finds out cuz eventually the school calls him and tells him whats going on with your absences and your bad grades. You two get into a fight about it because you refuse to tell him what’s going on as to not worry your dad. After days of not talking, cold shoulders and staying in your room/bed as much as possible Pedro finally cracks and tries to talk to you again. You’re in laying on your bed not wanting to move while Pedro is talking to you and he notices small cuts on your arm that your trying to hide, way to linear to be from your cat, and he finally puts the pieces together.

Taking It All In Pt. II (Pedro Pascal x Daughter!Reader)

Pt. 1

Word Count: 4.3 k

Warnings: Descriptions of Self-harm, mentions of depression, suicide, and some slight hinting of eating disorders.

A/N: Thank you! You're so sweet! I hope you like this part two of Taking it All in!! Also, thank you for the details in your requests! It helps to plan what to write!

It’s been months after that hike with your father. You had gotten help, but it only helped so much. You had this fear that if you told your therapist your actual thoughts, you’d end up somewhere where grippy socks were mandatory. 

It didn’t help that you found your mother, you hadn’t told your father, but you searched and searched the internet until you found her. The woman who was so afraid of loving you, afraid of having a life with your dad, she was alive and well. 

She was happy too. You would think it would make you feel happy to hear that she was happy, to see the photos of her and her family, her two kids and husband. But all it did was take you to a dark place. The images of her at her sons' soccer game, or her at her daughters' recital. It should be you in those photos with her. 

This whole time you thought your mother was most likely dead or if she were alive, she was alone in some other country probably traveling. You didn’t ever imagine that she could have started another life. You hadn’t brought it up to your therapist, mostly because they’ve been trying to help you cope with other issues in your life. It was mostly how you felt about constantly having to travel from place to place or not having your father around as much, it meant a lot of journaling. Plus, if you told your therapist, it meant telling your father and you didn’t know how he’d react or if he already knew. 

What if he already knew. You hadn’t thought of that, it was another scenario that could happen, another scenario you don’t know if you can handle. 

You heard the front door open and then close, “I’m home!” You heard your dad call out. 

You sighed to yourself, you had ditched another day of school, but luckily for you your dad left for meetings before you even got up. Meaning that it was easy to ditch. In fact, you hadn’t gone to school at all the past week. 

Pedro was met with silence, he shrugged, “probably studying,” he muttered to himself. He made his way over to the kitchen to get dinner started. He wasn’t the best cook in the world, but he knew a thing or two. 

You made your way down the hall, “There she is!” Pedro said as he heard your footsteps get closer, “Hey, I was thinking, how does spaghetti sound tonight?” You walked over to the fridge, grabbing the bottle of apple juice. 

“Sure,” you said with a shrug. You poured yourself a cup of apple juice, putting away the bottle right after. 

“Long day at school?” You gave him a nod. “Alright, well, go ahead and rest. I’ll let you know when dinner is ready.” You felt horrible for lying to him. He had thought everything was getting better and that you were beginning to feel happier, but it was all just a lie. It was a mask. 

** mentions of self-harm begin here **

You walked back to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes. The lying, the feeling of abandonment, everything, it just felt like it was all tumbling down. You pulled up your sleeves, revealing the linear cuts that you had done to yourself. It started off with something small, hitting your hands against something when you were mad, but the pain felt kind of nice. 

Not kind of, it did feel nice. It took away the pain of everything in your mind for a moment and you liked it. You liked your mind being peaceful for just a moment. But those moments only lasted a few seconds and you needed something that would last longer. You had saw some girls with some cuts on their wrists at school, it wasn’t till one day you aksed one of the girls what they were while you both were in the bathroom. The girl seemed a bit embarrassed but you were genuinely curious. She explained what they were, but she didn’t explain it further. 

For weeks you couldn’t help but think about it, but the thought of hurting yourself in that way seemed scary. What if you went too deep or if you got caught? But a week ago, when your dad had to work late, you felt yourself drowning in your thoughts. Hitting yourself against your bedframe wasn’t working. That was the night you first self-harmed, you felt lucky that the weather was getting cold again so hiding your scars was easy. 

Your dad played some music while he began to boil the pasta. Your cat watched from the other side of the counter, he knew his boundaries and Pedro seemed to like the company. Pedro began to slowly dance to the rhythm of the song playing until it was cut off by the sound of ringtone, “That’s not part of the song,” he grumbled as he grabbed his phone. 

The number looked familiar, he hesitated on answering, “Could be important or a scam,” he muttered. He shrugged to himself before answering the phone, “hello?” 

“Hi! This is Linda from the JFK High School, may I speak to Y/N Pascal’s father?” 

“This is he speaking,” Pedro responded. He had no clue why your school would be calling.

“Hi, Mr. Pascal! We’ve been trying to get a hold of you for the past few days, it wasn’t until we looked through our files that we realized we had an old phone number.” 

“Ah, yes, I changed my number. Probably should’ve updated you guys on that,” is that it? He thought. 

“It’s quite alright, but the real reason why we’ve been trying to get ahold you is because we’ve noticed that Y/N hasn’t been attending her classes for the past week.” 

Pedro stopped what he was doing, placing the wooden spoon he had in his hand down on the counter, “I’m sorry, you must be mistaken.” 

“I’m afraid not. Her teachers are beginning to worry now that her grades have been slipping and she hasn’t been showing up. We were wondering if maybe the family went on vacation and someone forgot to notify the school?”

“N-No, we’re not on vacation,” Pedro looked towards the hall. 

“Well, is there any reason why she hasn’t been in school?” 

“I-I don’t know, I thought she had been going to clases this whole time.” 

“Will she be there on Monday?” 

“She’ll be there Monday,” he stated. 

“It is my obligation to let you know that if the student doesn’t show up for school for another full week that the school will revoke certain privileges for Y/N.” Pedro knew the consequences of you missing school, it could also mean jail time on his case. 

“I’ll get to the bottom of this. Thank you, Linda.” 

“Of course,” Linda said before hanging up. 

Pedro placed his phone back on the counter, he then shut off the burners on the stove. “What do I do, gatito?” he asked as he leaned against the counter, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew what he had to do, he just didn’t know what to say or ask even. He let out a deep sigh before making his way down the hall. 

He knocked on your door, “Mija, puedo entrar?” (Can I enter?)

You opened the door, “dinner is ready already?” you asked with a confused expression on your face. 

Pedro felt his heart break, there you stood, his little girl, in front of him. He never expect you to miss school and not tell him, it only meant one thing. You were lying to him about everything. “No,” he said softly. He was trying so hard to remain calm, but there was a part of him that wanted to yell and ask why the hell you werent going to schoo. Then there was that nurturing side of him that just wanted to ask you why you weren’t going to school. Both had the same question, just a different way of approaching it. “Can I come in?” 

You shrugged, stepping aside to let him in. You watched as he sat on the edge of your bed, “I’m gonna ask you something and I want you to be one hundred percent truthful with me, okay?” He asked

You chuckled slightly, expecting some dumb question, “okay.” 

“Mija, no estoy bromeando horita, necesito que me escuches.” (I’m not joking right now, I need you to listen). 

Oh fuck, he knows, you thought. You gave him a nod, “did you miss school this past week?” You nod again. Pedro took in a deep breath, “Why?” 

You shrugged, “papi, it’s no big deal.” 

“No big deal!?” He yelled as he stood up. “Mija, do you know I can go to jail because you haven’t gone to school!? Do you have any idea how stupid that is? Que te estabas pensando, huh!?” (What were you thinking?)

You felt tears well up in your eyes, “I’m sorry! I just didn’t feel like going!” 

“If you don’t feel like going then you tell me! How come you didn’t tell me?” You remained silent, Pedro let out a deep sigh, trying to calm down again. “What’s going on, Y/N??” 

“Nothing,” you whispered. 

“No me dices que nada esta pasando, por que tu no te comportas como asi. Tu eres mi hija, y yo queiro saber que esta pasando.” (Don’t tell me that nothing is happening because you don’t behave like this, You’re my daughter and I want to know what is going on.) 

“Nada esta pasando!” You yelled, “Deja me en paz!” You walked out of your room. (Nothing is happening, leave me alone) 

“Dejarte en paz?!” He followed you out. “What is going on with you?!” 

“Would you just leave it alone? I didn’t go to school this week and I’m sorry, okay? I’ll go to school on monday, just leave it alone!” 

“I’m not just gonna brush this off, this is serious, Y/N! Missing school for a week? You can’t just do that! So, what is going on?” 

“Ugh! I don’t have to tell you every fucking thing okay?!” You yelled. You believe that this was probably the first time you ever yelled at your dad. The first time you had ever gotten in such a big argument. Didn’t mean that you two didn’t argue, you argued but it never led to a screaming match. Not like this. 

Pedro stood there in disbelief, “Y/N M/N Pascal, I am your father and I demand to know what the hell is going on with you.” 

You couldn’t tell him, you couldn’t just blurt out that you found your mother; but not only did you find her, you also found her new family. You couldn’t tell him that you felt replaceable, that even he was replaceable, at least to your mother. You just couldn’t. “Nothing is going on,” you said. 

“You’re grounded,” he said in defeat. 

“Fine,” you said as you began to make your way back to your room. 

“For two months,” he added. “I’ll need your phone and your game consoles.” 

You stopped in the middle of the hall. You were doing this for him, you wanted to keep his happiness even at the cost of your own, “Fine.” You walked into your room, slamming the door behind you. 

“Slam the door and I’m taking your T.V.” 

You groaned in annoyance, “Fuck you,” you spat. You had instantly regretted saying it. Pedro stood there for a second, in shock mostly. He felt the tears begin to well up in his eyes, he wasn’t going to take your T.V. as a matter of fact, he didn’t want to take any of it away. He partially said it in hopes that you’d crack and tell him what was going on. 

He heard the cat meow at his feet, he looked down, “I think I’m loosing her, gatito,” he whispered before turning around and making his way down the hall and back to the kitchen. 

~~ 

Days went by, you didn’t speak to your dad all weekend. Spending most of your time in your bedroom, your mind was all over the place and you had self harmed some more. It felt like the more you did, the more you craved it or the more your mind raced, the more you felt the need to have that feeling. 

You didn’t eat much either, for some reason you just couldn’t think about eating. Your stomach didn’t feel hungry either so you snacked on small things. When you came home from school on Monday, your dad was in the kitchen prepping for dinner. You walked past him, not saying a word. The tension was thick, someone could cut a knife through it. 

Pedro didn’t say anything to you when you walked past him to grab something to drink, even though he wanted to say a million things. He had so much to talk to you about, so many exciting things, but he was stubborn and you were too. 

When you didn’t come out for dinner, he left a plate at the foot of your door, knocking to let you know, just like he did for past two days and just like you did, you’d wait a few minutes before grabbing your plate. You would leave it on your desk, hoping that maybe you’d feel some sensation of hunger. Yet, just like the other full plates of food beside it, you’d never touch it. 

“Just give her some time,” Javiera said into the phone. Pedro had called her Monday afternoon while he was out for a drive. 

“How much time?” he asked, his voice strained from crying. He had called her up crying about twenty minutes ago, and like the big sister she was, she tried her best to console him through the phone. 

“A few more days, she’ll crack soon enough,” she said hopeful. “You’re a good dad, Pedro.” 

“I sure as hell don’t feel like it right now.” 

“I know,” she began, “all parents feel that way one day or another.” 

“I just… I wish I knew what happened you know? Why did she all of a sudden just become this totally different person?” 

“Teenagers,” she expressed. “Don’t you remember how you were?” 

“Don’t get me started,” he chuckled. 

“You were the worst!” Pedro knew she was right. He had given his parents a hard time when he was a teenager. “It’ll get better, I promise.” 

Tuesday comes and goes and so does Wednesday. By Wednesday night you ate some of your dinner, but you still couldn’t stomach to eat all of it. You only ate because of how dizzy you felt all day. Thursday comes and goes, you caved into your cravings more as each day passed, your arm was full of scars, it felt raw to the touch. 

You cried yourself to sleep most nights. Friday night Pedro went to knock on your door, only to hear you crying. He knocked softly, but was only met with “Go away.” He felt so defeated, he wanted this silent treatment to be over with. He wanted his baby girl back and he wanted to help you with whatever you were going through. He knocked again, “Go away!” He shook his head, opening the door, you were laying in bed, your arms covering your face. 

“Mija,” he said softly. 

“Please, just go away!” you yelled. 

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do it anymore,” he began to say, he noticed the uneaten food on your desk. His heart sunk, looking back over at you, taking in how you looked. He walked over to the desk, some of the food began to develop mold. He let out a shaky breath, walking over to the bed, “Baby girl,” he said. Pedro noticed that you weren’t wearing your usual long sleeve, for a while he was beginning to worry that you had begun to harm yourself because you were always wearing long sleeves. 

It relieved him to see you in a short sleeve for once, he inched closer, you still hard your arms covering your face. You were too focused on what was on your mind to realize that your father was near you and that you weren’t wearing a long sleeve. Even if you had realized it, it would be too late. 

Pedro spotted something red near your wrists, but your arms were in a position where he couldn’t see your whole wrists. Yet, the small amount he did see was enough to send him in a panic. Pedro was soft with his touch, he grabbed your hand gently, pulling it towards him so he could see your wrists. 

You quickly pulled away your arm, holding it close to your chest as you sat up in the bed, “get out,” you said through clenched teeth. 

“How long have you been doing that?” Your dad asks, tears welling up in his eyes. 

“Get out!” you yelled. 

“How long!?” tears fell from his eyes, he stood up from the bed. “How long, Y/N?” he asked again. 

“Dad, I don’t want you to cry,” You said as you looked at the ground, “Just please get out.” 

“No! I’m not gonna-” he inhaled, “you’re not shutting me out.” 

“Please,” you begged as you looked up at him with tears in your eyes. You got up from the bed, walking over to the door and opening it. “Get out,” you begged. 

He shook his head, “Why?” he cried, “Why would you do that to yourself?” You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off, “And don’t say it’s the cat, because that’s too many for the cat. It’s too clean. I thought you were getting better.” 

You looked at your dad, you could see the pain you were trying avoid. The heartache you hated to see, “I’m not better,” you confessed. “I’ve never gotten better.” 

“What?” He asked in disbelief. 

“I didn’t get better, okay?” You said loudly, holding back the sob that was scratching at the walls of your throat, begging to be let out. “Is that what you want to hear?” 

“You think I want to hear that my baby girl never got better?” You remained silent. He walked over to you, taking your had to look at the marks again. He sniffled, “My beautiful baby girl,” he sobbed, “why would you do this?” 

You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You let out a deep shaky breath, letting the sob take over you. “I couldn’t handle it anymore, it’s all too much, okay? It’s so loud in here,” you gestured towards your head. 

Pedro couldn’t handle seeing you cry, he pulled you in, feeling you tightly wrap your arms around his body. “Why?” he kept asking. 

“I was trying to protect you,” your dad let go of the embrace. 

He placed his hands on your face, “Mija, I should be the one protecting you, Okay? Whatever it is that you’ve been holding in, I can handle it. You never have to worry about me.” 

You wanted to spill everything, it was like the dam inside was breaking and this was just the little drop of water to break it. “I found her,” you confessed. 

He looked at you with a confused expression, “who?” 

“My mom,” you inhaled, “I found her,” you couldn’t help but chuckle. Pedro was in disbelief, she was alive, for the longest he just kind of accepted that she passed away. 

“That’s what you were trying to protect me from?” He questioned. 

You shook her head, “That’s not the best part,” you began. “You know what the best part is?” You began to walk back over to your bed. You let out a small sob, “The best part is that I also found out that we’re replaceable.” Pedro watched as you sat on your bed, it pained him to see you in such dismay. It also pained him to hear the news that your mother was alive, she was alive and had another family. “The woman we both thought was trying to protect us from herself, is out there with a family of her own-” 

“Cariño,” your dad tried to interrupt. 

“I have a brother and sister that I don’t even know! And she’s in these pictures laughing with them, she’s at birthday parties and soccer games,” you took in a shaky breathe. 

“Y/N,” He took a couple steps towards you. 

“That should be me, dad,” There was the drop of water to break the dam. “It should be us,” you sobbed. Pedro quickly pulled you into an embrace, letting you cry into his shoulder, “It should be us,” you sobbed. 

“I know, Mija,” he whispered as tears fell from his eyes, “I know.” He let you cry it out for a few minutes, mostly because at that moment he didn’t know what to say exactly. How he should console you after finding out something no one should ever experience. His mind wandered, how could someone create another family when they left one behind? He thought if it were him, he wouldn’t be able to do it. He knew it would always be in the back of his mind that he had abandoned another family. 

Did it wander in the back of her head? Or did she just not care? 

Pedro felt so angry just thinking about it. He wanted to track her down and just yell into the void. She was the love of his life or so he thought. He had considered her the love of his life, hopeful that one day she’d realize what she left behind and come back. She wasn’t coming back, though and now he knew that. Now he had to console you and find a way to show her what she missed out on. 

Pedro let go of the embrace, taking your face in his hands once again. His thumb gently wiped away the tears that were streaming down your face, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead before looking at you again. “We don’t need her,” he started to say. 

“But-” 

“I know, Mijita. It hurts,” you nod, “She has no idea what she’s missing out on, Mijita. Her kids have no idea what a horrible person she truly is as fucked up as that sounds, it’s true.” He gave you a smile through the tears, “The only thing that matters is that she gave me you, my beautiful baby girl. That’s all I know of her, she gave me you and she was nothing else.” 

“You don’t regret being with her?” 

Pedro could never regret it, “No, because then I wouldn’t have you. I can’t imagine my life without my little girl. I’m sorry you don’t have a mom in your life, but not every girl has multiple mom figures in their lives.” It was true, you had your tia and some of your dads close friends. Your dad let go of your face, he took a hold of your wrist. “But this,” he started to say, tears welled up in his eyes again, “Oh, baby girl,” he sighed. 

“I’m sorry,” you cried. 

“No, no, no,” he pulled you in for a quick embrace, before letting go, “we’re going to work on this together okay?” You nod, “I can help, we’ll make more appointments with your therapists, we’ll find healthy alternatives, and we’ll overcome this.” He choked back a sob, “but I never want to see you harming yourself again, please promise me that?” You remained silent. 

You weren’t sure if you could promise it, mostly because you were addicted to the way it made you feel. “Prometeme, Y/N.” (Promise me)

“I-I’ll try,” you finally said. Pedro didn’t want to push it, if trying was what he could get, then it was enough for him. He could work with trying. Trying meant putting the effort and it meant to him that you still wanted to live. 

“Trying is all I need,” he said. “I can’t lose you. Know that you have people that love you.” 

You looked up at your dad in realization, you never realized how much it could impact your dad. How self harm was always correlated with darker actions. Darker actions that your father had a past with. This time, you pulled him into an embrace, “you won’t lose me,” you said.  “I can promise you that.” 

He let out a relieved sigh, “we’ll have to talk about the food on your desk too.” 

“I’m sorry,” you began. “I just-” 

“No, I know.” You didn’t have to say more, he knew what it was like. To be too much in your mind to even eat. He understood, “let’s get you something to eat, hmm?” 

You nod, watching as he got up from the bed, “I love you, papi.” 

“I love you too, Mija,” he gave you a small smile. You got up from the bed, following him into the kitchen. He ordered you your favorite take out, once the food had arrived you both took the food to the living room. 

Pedro glanced over at your wrist from time to time, his heart sank every time, but he was going to get you better help. Over time, the cuts will heal and they’ll just be white little memories of the battles you’ve dealt with, but Pedro knew he never wanted you to feel like you’ve hit rock bottom. From here on out, he was going to try his hardest to make sure you were your healthiest, physically and mentally.

He placed a small kiss on your temple, “love you,” he said softly. 

You gave him a smile, “Love you too, dad,” you said, focusing your attention back on the television. You both knew the journey from here on out wasn’t going to be easy, it wasn’t said aloud, but it was like a silent acknowledgment. But eventually, it’ll be okay because pain was just temporary.

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I'm having some strawberry lemonade thoughts. They go like this:

Grian has to go reluctantly visit family because (insert major event that Pearl and Jimmy unintentionally guilt tripped him into attending here). Grian knows that his hyper-religious family will probably have wards, and he hasn't gotten any protective charms or counter-wards for Scar yet, so Scar can't go with him.

So for the week-ish that Grian is gone, Scar holds down the fort at the office and is waiting with Grian’s favorite take-out (his cooking is getting better, okay! This just isn't the time for experiments) When Grian comes home.

He greets him with hugs and kisses, but nothing more yet. Scar let's Grian eat while he vents about his family.

But towards the end of Grian venting, he notices something. Scar isn't quite as...vibrant as he was when Grian left. There are bags under his eyes, and his smile is tired. So he asks Scar if he's okay.

After much deflection and Grian pushing the question, Scar finally tells him what's wrong.

Scar hasn't, um. "Eaten" for a week.

They never talked about exclusivity, and Grian had assumed that Scar would have found "sustenance" while he was gone. But Scar knew from the moment he first kissed Grian that he didn't want anyone else.

Scar urges Grian to rest, insisting he can wait until tomorrow, but Grian's having none of it. He drags Scar to the bedroom and that have the most tooth-rotting sweet and gentle sex ever. Grian focuses on taking care of Scar and rides him slow and steady.

By the end, Scar feels much better and Grian is exhausted, so they fall asleep.

In the morning once Grian feels fresh again, they go several more rounds. Because Scar is still starving 😉

I’m taking your thoughts and eating them rn /pos

building off of them:

I think the event that grian specifically goes to is some small family reunion. pearl and jimmy don’t want to go by themselves, and jimmy ends up being the one who gets grian to cave and come with them

scar is extremely pouty about it when grian tells him he can’t come along because of wards and the last thing grian wants is for scar to come with him and get hurt. or worse. obviously scar is not happy about this because he doesn’t want grian to have to go alone (and maybe because he wants to get a chance to punch grian’s dad but that’s a whole other thing)

so grian is home for a week and he hates it. he’s miserable the entire time. he’s uncomfortable and trying to avoid his father. he spends two days at his childhood home (he refuses to go into the study), and then on the third day, his siblings and father all pile into one car to drive up north for the actual reunion the following day

and scar texts him every day. scar is staying in his apartment while he’s gone, grian gets pictures of his cats and jellie (because ofc scar brought her), and he gives updates on the happenings at the lab and stuff. for each night, the two of them call until grian goes to sleep. scar checks in on him a lot to ask how he’s doing, and grian doesn’t want scar worrying about him so he says he’s okay, counting the days until he’s home again

and it goes mostly alright, grian is uncomfortable and wishes more than anything to be home, snuggling with his boyfriend. but it’s alright!

up until the actual reunion. that’s… where it really goes downhill. grian is the black sheep of the family, and he’s reminded of that. there’s probably some situation; someone says something and grian’s been so wound up that it tips him over and he cracks. he makes a scene before excusing himself. he calls scar and the flood gates open, and he’s not okay. scar has never wished so badly that he could teleport, or even that he could overpower wards. pearl keeps him company after, and it’s tense but… they have a long overdue conversation

when grian calls scar that night, scar does all of the talking. he rambles about the day; something funny mumbo did when he came by the office, or how cute jellie and maui were when they were curled up together. scar talks about his recent cooking attempt (“I didn’t burn it this time! It was actually edible too :D though you’ll have to be the judge when you get back, birdie.”) grian ends up falling asleep on the phone with him, his gentle breaths coming through the speaker, and scar’s heart squeezes

(maybe… maybe scar uses his powers to dream walk, entering grian’s dream. it’s not a lot, but it gives scar a small chance to hold him and give him some kind of comfort)

the next few days go by in a blur, and grian is walking through his apartment door, exhausted. scar’s got comfort food on table, and grian practically falls into his arms, clinging to him. scar buries his face into grian’s hair and grian tells scar he missed him. they stand in the entrance for a few minutes together, holding each other and exchanging a few kisses, until scar gently nudges them toward the kitchen to eat. I think grian has a strict “no eating on the couch” rule, but he breaks it this time, the two of them sitting on the couch in the living room and eating

scar lets grian talk about everything, patient and attentive with him. but during it all… grian sees how unkempt scar looks, with his eyebags and tired smile. his usual energy is missing, that extra spark gone. naturally it concerns grian and he presses and presses. scar doesn’t want to take the focus away from grian but grian is so adamant that scar tells him what’s wrong

so scar sighs and tells him he’s low on energy, not having uh, fed, while grian was away and—

“you… didn’t feed? scar you need to do that to live, why didn’t you—”

“I know, I-I know! but I could survive a week without you and be just fine!”

“you look really tired.”

“ah… that’s just because I was doing so much! it’s fine g, really.”

“why didn’t you just find someone else to, y’know.”

“I don’t want anyone who isn’t you.”

grian is flustered by this of course, before he’s Determined and dragging scar to his room. and scar just wants grian to rest because he’s had a hard week and this is exactly why he didn’t want to tell grian but his pesky researcher is just too perceptive sometimes

the sex is very gentle and incredibly sweet. grian is the one to lead them along for a bit, crawling into scar’s lap and undressing them both as they kiss. he doesn’t let scar do much because grian wants to take care of him. the most he lets scar do is prep him (he missed the feeling of scar’s hands on him, he missed a lot about scar). and for once it’s grian talking, as he rides scar, keeping each roll of his hips slow but at an angle that scar is deep inside him

grian tells scar how much he missed him, how he thought about him the whole time he was away, how much grian loves him because he feels like he doesn’t say it enough. he covers scar’s face in kisses, brushes his fingers through his hair very tenderly. it doesn’t take scar long to come apart, head buried into the crook of grian’s neck as he holds his hips in place. scar takes a moment to breathe before he’s pushing grian into the sheets, returning the favor

he knows grian won’t last much longer, so scar ruts into him, wrapping him in an embrace and reminding grian of how much he’s loved

they skip out on the bath this time, both tired and clingy. grian falls asleep on scar’s chest, and scar follows soon after. in the morning, they don’t even get the chance to leave the bed before scar is pulling grian into a needy kiss, and grian knows he’s in for it. he’s a trembly, overstimulated mess by the end of it (scar’s aphrodisiac is definitely used to help grian keep up with him, but even in the end, grian is left a wreck) they cuddle in the bathtub and scar is beaming with energy again <3

[catonator]

News for Gamers

So the most notable recent gaming news is that there’s going to be a whole lot less gaming news going forward. Which to most of you is probably a massive win. See, IGN announced that they’ve bought roundabout half of the remaining industry that isn’t IGN, and with online news also dying a slow death due to the approaching new wave of journalism called “absolutely nothing”, I can’t imagine IGN and its newly acquired subsidiaries are long for this world.

Not too long ago, I was studying some magazines for my Alan Wake development history categorization project (please don’t ask), and reading the articles in these magazines led me to a startling realisation: Holy shit! This piece of gaming news media doesn’t make me want to kill myself out of second hand embarrassment!

Many of the magazines of yesteryear typically went with the approach of “spend weeks and sometimes months researching the article, and write as concise a section as you can with the contents”. Every magazine contains at least 2 big several-page spreads of some fledgeling investigative journalist talking to a bunch of basement-dwelling nerd developers and explaining their existence to the virginal minds of the general public.

Contrast this to modern journalism which goes something like:

Pick subject

Write title

???

Publish

Using this handy guide, let’s construct an article for, oh I dunno, let’s say Kotaku.

First we pick a subject. Let’s see… a game that’s coming out in the not too distant future…Let’s go within Super Monkey Ball: Banana Rumble. Now we invent a reason to talk about it. Generally this’d be a twitter post by someone with 2 followers or something. I’ll search for the series and pick the newest tweet.

Perfect. Finally we need an entirely unrelated game series that has way more clout to attach to the title… What else features platforming and a ball form… Oh, wait. I have the perfect candidate! Thus we have our title:

Sonic-like Super Monkey Ball: Banana Rumble rumoured to have a gay protagonist

What? The contents of the article? Who cares! With the invention of this newfangled concept called “social media”, 90% of the users are content with just whining about the imagined contents of the article based on the title alone. The remaining 10% who did actually click on the article for real can be turned away by just covering the site in popups about newsletters, cookies, login prompts and AI chatbots until  they get tired of clicking the X buttons. This way, we can avoid writing anything in the content field, and leave it entirely filled with lorem ipsum.

Somewhere along the way from the 2000s to now, we essentially dropped 99% of the “media” out of newsmedia. News now is basically a really shit title and nothing more. Back in the day, when newscycles were slower, most articles could feature long interviews with the developers, showing more than just shiny screenshots, but also developer intentions, hopes, backgrounds and more.

Newsmedia is the tongues that connects the audience and the developers in the great french kiss of marketing video games. Marketing departments generally hold up the flashiest part of the game up for people to gawk at, but that also tells the audience very little about the game in the end, other than some sparse gameplay details. It was the job of the journalist to bring that information across to the slightly more perceptive core audiences. Now with the backing of media gone, a very crucial part of the game development process is entirely missing.

It’s easier to appreciate things when they’re gone I suppose. But at the same time, since gaming journalism is slowly dying from strangling itself while also blaming everything around it for that, there is a sizable gap in the market for newer, more visceral newshounds. So who knows, maybe someone of the few people reading my blogs could make the next big internet gaming ‘zine? Because I’m pretty sure anyone here capable of stringing more than two sentences together is a more adept writer than anyone at Kotaku right now.

[thesakuragarnet]

But What If You Were Mine Until Our Breaths Gave Out

Summary: After successfully closing one of his cases at work, Touya Todoroki comes home to find his partner recovering after being hit with a lust Quirk.

DabiHawksWeek2024 Prompt Six: Multiple (rounds)

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Touya Todoroki feels like oxygen is filling his lungs for the first time in his twenty-six-year-old life as he walks out of the Musutafu Child Safety Services Agency. This case has taken months for him to fully tie together, but, once again, he’s gotten a child out of an abusive situation and into a much more loving environment. For most of his childhood, Touya was in a darkly similar situation, being a witness to horrific violence against his mother and youngest brother. After his dream of being a Hero was shut down when his parents had him prescribed medication to quell his Quirk, Touya chose another path…social work. He studied his ass off, and it took years of grueling courses, but he did it. He’s been in the field since he was twenty-two years old, and he wouldn’t change anything. Most certainly…he wouldn’t change anything…because then…he might not have met his partner…Wing Hero: Hawks. If he hadn’t been up late working, he wouldn’t have almost gotten mugged in that alleyway taking shortcuts to his apartment in the city…until a certain winged Hero came to the rescue. Whether it was to Touya’s rescue or the mugger’s could be argued…considering that was a day Touya missed a dose of his meds. 

He and Pro Hero Hawks had recently gone public, staying out of the eyes of the press for the early parts of their romantic relationship after being friends for a year. Touya still wasn’t used to having all of the paparazzi outside of the courtrooms whenever he testified. They dogged him with questions he didn’t care about answering…he wished they would ask him about his role in his work rather than “why did Hawks choose you ”. The only backlash has been Hawks’ fanbase…which was to be expected. Whenever they went anywhere out in public, Touya always felt eyes boring into him…jealous and analytical. Hawks, on the other hand, wasn’t fazed whatsoever. Hell, he’d reassert his love for Touya with subtle squeezes of his hand, chaste kisses on the cheek, and sweet whispers. 

In truth…their relationship has been…utterly wonderful. Recently, Hawks moved into Touya’s apartment with permission from his handler at the HPSC under the condition that he would report weekly. Finally, after years of being touch-starved, Touya didn’t spend night after night alone…even when they both worked late, eventually, he could find peace with the fact that he would never go without seeing his partner for too long. 

Touya can’t wait to see Keigo. Kei had been working an overnight mission, and he didn’t come back from work until after Touya had already left this morning…which probably means he’s been bored out of his mind, lazily scrolling through Touya’s Netflix account that he shares with his siblings. Touya flips through his phone as he walks to the bus stop, waiting for his ride to the apartment complex. He leans against the pole beside the bench before he presses Kei’s contact information, and the phone starts to ring. 

“Heyyo,” Keigo Takami’s syrupy sweet voice sings through Touya’s speaker, making his heart flutter. 

“Hey, Kei. Everything’s wrapped up on the Kaneda case today. The twins are back with their biological mother,” Touya recounts as the bus pulls up. He promptly boards it, sitting in one of the unoccupied seats after giving the driver his change. 

“That’s awesome, T! I’m so damn proud of you,” Keigo grins into the phone, and, once again, Touya feels his heart soar. Touya thrives on praise…emotionally and sexually. He was a shining example of the burned-out-gifted-kid-to-praise-kink pipeline, and Keigo unintentionally took advantage of that. He was always complimenting Touya, adoring the blush that would rise into his pale cheeks and the way he would shuffle his feet. 

“Thank you,” Touya whispers, genuinely appreciative of the recognition he barely gets from anyone else. “What have you been up to all day?”

“Oh, y’know. The usual. Lounging around, waiting for my beautiful boy to get home. Can’t get you outta my mind today,” Hawks trills with a mischievous smirk on his face. Touya rolls his eyes. 

“You could always go out and do something,” Touya points out, watching the trees whizz by the windows. 

“Oh, I’m gonna do something alright. Just waiting for you to get home,” Keigo sneers breathlessly, making Touya raise his eyebrow as the bus rolls to a stop. He nods to the driver as he steps off and walks into the apartment complex. He walks up the stairs, listening to the suspicious silence on the other end of the phone line.

“You still there?”

“ Yeah ,” Hawks’ voice sounds strained through the speaker. “How far away are you?”

Touya promptly puts his keys into the lock of his apartment, and the line goes dead as he walks inside, closing the door behind him as he slips off his shoes. 

“Kei?” Touya calls into the darkened apartment, taking note of the dimmed lighting cautiously as he walks toward the bedroom. 

“Oh… oh ,” Touya’s cheeks flush beet red as he stands in the open bedroom door, taking in the sight before him. 

“Hey, baby,” Keigo sighs, covered in sweat, spread-eagled and naked on the bed, propped up at an angle sitting up against the pillows. His hand is lazily wrapped around his cock, fully erect and gushing. 

“You didn’t sound like you were jerking off,” Touya murmurs; this is a first for him to come home to. 

“You know I’m trained to keep cool under pressure,” Hawks winks with a sarcastic chuckle, and Touya would’ve rolled his eyes for the eighteenth time today if he wasn’t hypnotized by Keigo’s inhuman erection. He looks painfully hard, and it’s glistening with precome. 

“ Fuck. I’ve never been this horny in my life . Villain last night had some sort of lust Quirk…got hit with it. My HPSC doc said it should wear off by tomorrow,” Keigo grunts, tears welling up at the corners of his eyes as he bites his bottom lip. “I wanna fuck your brains out, Touya,” Keigo uncharacteristically moans, “I know you just got off work but I need you…so bad .”

Touya gulps, sweat beading at the back of his neck. He can’t help but think this is attractive…how blatantly Keigo craves him…it’s mesmerizing. Sure, their intimacy is usually supercharged, but this…this carnal need that’s pulsing through Keigo’s veins…it’s different. It’s animal. It’s…unbelievably sexy. Touya’s dick twitches half-hard in his pants, arousal slowly growing the longer he stares at his partner. An orgasm or two doesn’t sound like a bad way to end the day, especially when he’s already on a dopamine high from his success at work. Touya starts unbuttoning his shirt, and Keigo’s pupils practically swallow his irises, a lewd groan leaving Keigo’s lips as his eyes drag down his partner’s body. Touya’s build is average, going from in and out of shape due to his lackluster routine, scrawny in some places and softer in others, but Keigo has always thought he’s gorgeous. The winged Pro almost moans when Touya’s belt and pants hit the floor, giving him a full view of the tent in his boxers. It isn’t long before Touya’s completely naked, crawling into bed.

As soon as Touya’s within reach, Hawks pounces , overcome with desire. The breath is knocked from Touya’s lungs as the Pro grabs him by the shoulders and rolls, pinning him to the bed and looming over him. Before he can blink, their lips are crashing together, desperate and messy, Keigo’s tongue exploring Touya’s mouth. Touya gasps into the kiss, eyelids fluttering, hands roaming Keigo’s muscled form as he succumbs to his lover’s barrage. 

“Gonna make you see stars , baby,” Keigo chuckles darkly between sloppy kisses. Touya gasps again when he feels cold, lubed fingers prodding against his hole, gently massaging and kneading the tight ring of muscle. Touya hums in pleasure, muscles tensing as Keigo keeps whispering in his ear for him to relax. Keigo leans back from pinning Touya to the bed, taking his unlubed hand to massage Touya’s ass cheek as the other slowly presses a finger inside. Touya’s back arches ever so slightly as one finger turns into three, gently scissoring him open to Keigo’s delight. It isn’t long before his fingers are replaced with Keigo’s throbbing, hot tip, catching Touya off guard as it catches on his rim. 

“ Shit , Kei,” Touya hisses through gritted teeth as the winged Pro slowly pushes in inch by glorious inch until they’re skin-to-skin. Keigo feels like he’s on fire, the greedy lust surging through his body and mind from the after-effects of the lust Quirk. He wants nothing more than to just fuck Touya senseless, but his resolve and concern for Touya are stronger than whatever spell he’s been put under; he doesn’t want to hurt him…not unless he explicitly wanted it. 

Touya sighs and curses as Hawks slowly begins rocking his hips, the soft sounds of lovemaking echoing off the walls. Keigo’s panting hard , breaths coming out hot and heavy and strained…like he’s clawing at the walls for more friction. Each thrust is that much harder…that much deeper…that much faster…until he’s bucking his hips at a brutal pace. Touya’s whole body rocks back and forth, the sheets bunching underneath the small of his back and his head just barely avoiding hitting the headboard. Hawks looks like an angel above the white-haired man, wings spread out, feathers curling, the dimmed light of the bedroom enveloping him in a halo. The view for Hawks is almost as captivating, watching the sweat bead on Touya’s brow…the way his face contorts into pure ecstasy…the way his muscles twitch with every touch. It’s too much. Keigo’s gonna come early.

“ Fuck ,” Hawks’ voice cracks as his vision blurs and he comes… hard . Touya groans at the feeling of the hot ropes coating his insides, whimpering as Keigo continues grinding, cock still massaging his walls. Keigo carefully slips out with a whine, cock still rock-hard to Touya’s shock, smeared in white. Before Touya can complain, Hawks speaks up. 

“Touya,” He whimpers pitifully, which takes the white-haired man aback. Usually, he’s the one who’s submissive during sex. Yet, it seems like Keigo’s walls have suddenly crumbled to the ground in such a way that he’s pleading.

“Fuck me… please ,” Keigo begs like a bitch in heat, and it awakens something deep in Touya’s gut. 

“You…hah…want me to top?” Touya stammers, catching his breath from the rampant sex session. Keigo nods vigorously…embarrassingly needy. 

“Please,” Keigo mumbles, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. 

“Will it…will it hurt you?” Touya speaks slowly, the thought of burying himself inside Keigo sounding remarkably thrilling…and his body is still screaming for release, muscles twitching. 

“I’ve done it before, and I fingered myself earlier. I’ll be fine,” Keigo hurriedly blurts, seemingly impatient. Touya gulps, trying to process what he’s about to do. He’s blushing like a virgin, which isn’t anything new considering Keigo was the one who took his virginity. 

“Okay,” Touya grunts, “On your back. I wanna look at you.”

Keigo complies before grabbing his ankles and spreading his legs, making the heat rush to Touya’s cheeks as he sees his lover in such a vulnerable position. Touya swallows hard once more as he grabs the bottle of lube from the nightstand, wincing from the motion. His ass is still sore, and he can feel the cum leaking between his legs. He shakes the thought away; they can wash the sheets in the morning. He shudders as he fists his dripping cock with the lube, prepping himself to fuck Hawks into next week. The Pro Hero waits, saliva pooling on his tongue at the thought. Touya inhales sharply when his tip tenderly rubs against Hawks’ hole, and a long, low moan bursts from his lips when he slips inside almost effortlessly. It feels so fucking good. Definitely better than Hawks’ mouth or his hand. Keigo clenches down deliberately, squeezing Touya’s dick in a way that makes him groan, and he squirms to get deeper inside. Keigo pushes back down against Touya’s cock, helping him plunge further into his guts. 

“Fffuck…you feel good, Kei,” Touya whimpers before he starts languidly thrusting. Each movement is like a lightning strike through Touya’s cock…he’s not gonna last long either.

"Yeah…hah…fuck me like you mean it, T,” Keigo groans, laughs bubbling between lewd sighs as his cock bounces against his abs. Touya doesn’t need any more encouragement before his hips snap against Keigo’s ass. Touya’s chest heaves like he’s running a marathon, jackhammering wildly into his lover.

“Yes…yes… yes, Kei~fuck !” Touya comes with a choked sob, the climax wracking his brain as his hips stutter; Hawks writhes beneath him, whimpering as he attempts to get more friction. 

“Don’t worry,” Touya gasps, “I’m gonna make you fucking come.” 

Touya takes deep breaths, bending down to kiss Keigo as his cock twitches, slowly rehardening inside him. The winged Pro melts beneath his touch. In one burst of strength, Touya pulls out and flips Keigo, grabbing his hips and jerking them, slipping inside him once again. Keigo yelps, facedown in the pillow as Touya traces his hands up his back, fingering through the feathers in his wings and stimulating him. Keigo’s muffled wail of pleasure is music to Touya’s ears, and he reaches around to wrap his hand around Keigo’s throbbing dick. 

“ Touya ~ ah !” Hawks moans, drooling onto the pillow as Touya starts rutting his hips and jerking him off simultaneously. The lovers groan and pant, heat coiling in the pits of their stomachs as they’re overcome with pleasure. Touya shivers at the overstimulation, gritting his teeth as it overloads his senses. Hawks can’t take it anymore. It’s all so much all at once.

“I’m-I’m-I’m~” Hawks stutters, voice pitching higher and higher as his cock twitches, and Touya cuts him off with a breathy “me too” before abruptly leaning forward and latching his teeth onto Keigo’s neck. Hawks comes all over the comforter, cock convulsing in Touya’s hand, and Touya grunts as his own orgasm floods his senses. He bites hard enough to bruise, teeth sinking into Keigo’s flesh, and Keigo mumbles something unintelligible as Touya releases his grip, pulling out his flagging erection. He collapses on the bed beside Keigo, who shudders, feathers flexing as he attempts to sit up. 

Touya’s out of breath, staring up at his lover with a bleary-eyed expression, overwhelmed and overflowing with the orgasmic high. However, he sees the guttural need in Keigo’s eyes, and realizes that he’s still raring to go another round. 

“ Fuck , man,” Touya sighs, exhausted and yet confusingly aroused at the thought of being enough for Keigo to be absorbed in his libido.

“One more, baby… please …just one more I promise. Lemme fuck you. You can just lay back and feel good,” Hawks croons, tracing Touya’s jawline with one hand and cupping the side of his face lovingly. He bends down, pausing inches away from Touya’s lips…and Touya’s psyche practically implodes, overcome with nothing but desire as he grabs Keigo’s face, colliding their lips together. Keigo moans Touya’s name into his mouth, tasting sweeter than honey on Touya’s tongue.   

“I want you.” The words rumble in Keigo’s throat as he breaks the kiss, staring into Touya’s eyes with pure worship.

“Do your worst, Daddy,” Touya snickers mockingly, eyes flirtatious and full of the azure flames being held back. Hawks’ face contorts into a sultry smile as he grabs hold of Touya’s calves, pushing his legs up and out, pressing his knees to his chest.

Keigo pushes into Touya’s hole, swollen and still leaking cum from the first round, but Touya doesn’t seem to mind. Especially with the way he cries out, toes curling and legs quivering. 

Touya can see the bulge from Keigo fucking him, and it makes his cock twitch that much more as he leans his head back into the pillow. 

“Last one, baby. Fuck , last one,” Keigo pants, breath hitching and voice pitching higher and higher as he pounds into his partner. Touya’s screaming Keigo’s name now, pain and pleasure mixing so beautifully, forgetting for a moment that he has neighbors. 

“ Touya …oh fuck…oh fuck , fuck, fuck !” Keigo wails, balls slapping against Touya’s ass faster and faster with every rock of his hips as his arousal consumes him. Touya’s cock bounces pitifully against his stomach, reddening into a purple as wanton moans are punched from his lungs. The sounds of the lovers echo through Touya’s apartment, sounding like a porno connecting to a Bluetooth speaker. Touya’s crying now, emotions absolutely destroying him, and, if he wasn’t medicated, he’d be bursting into flames. He’s crying from the pleasure, crying from the pain, crying from the overstimulation…but he doesn’t want it to stop. Not yet. Not until they’ve both reached the earth-shattering high that they’re chasing so intensely. 

“Fuck me, Keigo , fuck me~!” Touya slurs, mouth hanging open, each exhale releasing as a lewd whimper. Hawks’ wings flex behind him, feathers puffing up as heat coils in the pit of his stomach, tremors rolling through his body. 

“Take it, baby. Take it all. Take all of my fucking seed, baby,” Hawks hisses fervently, nails digging into Touya’s calves as he keeps his legs pinned to his chest, up and apart so he can reach the deepest parts of his lover.

Hawks comes with a sudden cry out, panting and groaning as he keeps fucking Touya through his own orgasm, painting his insides white. The sensation sends Touya over the edge, and he gasps, choking on his own sobs as he comes so hard that some of it hits his chest. The air is thick with their huffs and puffs of air, gasping for breath after drowning in pure pleasure. Their chests rise and fall as Touya’s hands weakly grasp for Keigo, who immediately slides his hands to Touya’s shoulders and presses a deep, longing kiss to his spit-slicked lips. Touya whimpers pathetically into Keigo’s mouth, arms shaking and draping around the back of the hero’s neck as they embrace. 

After everything, Keigo’s finally blissed out, balls empty and aching.

“Gonna pull out,” He whispers as he breaks the kiss, and Touya nods, sniffling from the tears that are still making their way down his flushed and sweaty face. Tenderly, Hawks pulls out of Touya, sighing in relief before he presses his lips to Touya’s forehead. Feathers swirl, haphazard and slightly uncoordinated as they go into Touya’s bathroom and bring back warm rags. Hawks helps Touya sit up, both of the lovers quivering and sore and out of breath as they each take a rag and gently start to dab at one another’s skin. Keigo blots away the tears streaking down Touya’s face. Touya wipes at the bruise he made from biting into Keigo’s neck. They finally clean the come off of each other before the feathers throw the rags into the laundry basket in the corner of the room. Keigo wraps his wings around his partner, pulling him close as Touya draws the covers over the both of them. They indulge in the feeling of one another’s warmth, skin still buzzing from the overstimulating orgasms, oxytocin and dopamine still pumping through their veins. The relief is palpable. Their love pollutes the air…pollutes their souls…they’re drowning in devotion for one another as they hold each other. Touya’s ear is against Keigo’s chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. 

“That was…something,” Touya laughs sleepily, yawning as his eyelids grow heavy from the sensual workout. 

“Mmmhm,” Keigo hums sweetly, running his fingers through Touya’s fluffy white locks. 

“I love you, Keigo,” Touya murmurs, catching a final glimpse of the hero’s gorgeous golden eyes as he closes his ocean blues.

“I love you too, darling…Get some good rest,” Keigo whispers, nuzzling into his forehead as they both drift into dreams.

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

I felt inspired after reading your isekai and bring you this prompt/drabble?

Ft. the troupes of: [I had a good reason for abandoning you] [Childhood sweethearts] [Unnecessarily Cruel Rejection]

You are an inazuman Dastur of Sumeru’s Akademiya who just completed your fourth thesis defense and has been studying since you were a child in order to discover the cure of a particular illness, you aren’t even sure why you started obsessing over it but you were determined and after 15 years you finally could find a complete cure.  After publishing your results and starting to mass produce it you catched the attention of the fatui. Due to the insane level of usefulness of the medicine you made and the level of money it could bring them, you were kidnapped to Snezhnaya and the tsaritsa herself offered you to become her last harbinger due to your intelligence and determination.

You are a mousey, noncombatant, visionless nerd and you cannot think of a sufficient excuse until you remember the tsaritsa is the goddess of love, so you proclaim you could never stay in Snezhnaya because your beloved has been waiting 15 years for you in Inazuma.

The tsaritsa, a busybody goddess of love who also had a soft spot of Signora: so you won’t become my harbinger because there is a boy in Inazuma waiting for you?

You: We promised to marry when we were children. (which is actually true, but you are sure he forgot and is probably already married since ages ago.)

The tsaritsa: Alright then, as goddess of love I would never stay in the way of two lovers, then when is the wedding? I’ll be sure to attend and get you both the most wonderful gift!

You: Wedding? … Next… year… I think…

The tsaritsa, holding your finger without hesitation: Yes! Oh I know! Let’s make a pinkie promise! You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise, I throw you on the ice. The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend, the frost will freeze your tongue off so you never lie again! We will meet again next year in your wedding day to your darling in Inazuma!

Your life is over. You might as well just go to Inazuma to meet your childhood sweetheart about the promise you both made 15 years ago. At least his Shuumatsuban will only slice you in half and it will be less painful than being frozen for lying to the tsaritsa.

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Ayato: Thank you for coming to see Ayaka, traveler. [illness] killed both our parents and if it were to take her too… the cure was discovered very recently… to think that if she got ill just a bit earlier she wouldn’t be here…

Thoma: She is recovering splendidly. I thank every archon for it.

Ayato, leaving: Thoma, please see our friends have rooms and dinner here for the night, both are welcome to stay, I must get back to work…

Thoma: Of course.

Traveler: Uhm… Now that he is gone… There’s also word about [YN] in the streets… I know she sounds insane… but don’t you think the way Ayato rejected her was a bit too much? I don’t think I would be able to show my face in this country after that kind of humiliation…

Paimon: That name…

Thoma: Miss [YN]… Can you believe her nerve? Now? Of all times? 15 years later? To come after so many years for a kid’s promise?

Paimon: Oh! Oh… OH! Paimon knows this one!

Thoma: Please don’t mention her in front of him. My lord was very upset; I had never seen him like that…  even more after what happened to lady Ayaka…

Paimon: Paimon remembers this now!!! Tighnari told us! She is infamous in the Amurta Darshan because she has been working like a madwoman for years on the cure to [illness]. It runs in the family of her lover. It killed his parents and it will most likely kill him in the future. [YN] reached out to the akademiya in order to save him… huh…? Why are you both looking at Paimon like that? Does paimon have something in her face?

Gang, Anon really wrote a dialog heavy piece like it was nothing. Inspired by ME? In MY inbox? I’m actually so flattered frfr 🥹😭

[juiles]

I’m always by your side.

Summary: here is the idea! I hope you like it!!

Type: all fluff

Triggers: small mention of a panic attack but nothing else.

Masterlist here!

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Y/N pov

I woke up this morning with a pounding headache and coughing. I knew what that meant. The stupid cold that had gone through my class finally made it to me. I couldn’t be sick though. I had to write a test at school this morning then head to set with mama to shoot a short scene.

I’m in the newest marvel movie playing mama’s daughter in a different universe. I had to audition just like the rest of the kids but most of my classmates think i only got it because of who my mom was which isn’t true.

I sat up in my bed rubbing my eyes trying to will myself to feel better at this exact moment. I felt a tickle in my nose and quickly stifled a sneeze into my arm groaning. Mama is gonna find out. I know she is but i can at least try and hide it. She wouldn’t let a cold stop her from going to set or writing a test so i pull myself out of my bed and to my bathroom.

I decided a shower would be perfect so i turned it on and quickly got in. I didn’t even have the energy to wash my hair so instead I pulled it up into a bun and washed my body before standing under the scalding water for a while until i heard mama knock on my door to tell me it’s time to get out.

I trudged through the rest of my morning routine, getting changed, brushing my teeth, packing my bag. I even put a little makeup on to make myself look better as i looked like death. I finally found myself downstairs staring at a bowl of oatmeal mom had made for me.

“Eat up babe. You’ll be late for your test.” Mum said as she wandered around collecting the odds and ends she needed for the day. “Don’t forget, Robbie is picking you up at 11:30 to be on set for 12. When you get there come straight to my trailer or Scarlett’s.”

“I know mama…” I muttered wincing at how scratchy my voice was. I saw mom freeze and turn in her door to eye me up.

“You okay lovely?” She asked making her way over to me, i quickly flinched away and jumped off the stool.

“I’m fine. Just haven’t used my voice yet.” I lied and she seemed to believe it as she hummed and grabbed her purse.

“Let’s go!” I shoved my packed lunch in my backpack and ran to the car climbing into the backseat buckling up. “Mamaaaaaa let’s gooooo. I’m gonna be laaaaaaaate.” I whined making her laugh as she threw her stuff in the trunk then climbed in the front and turned the car on.

“Okay monkey. You ready for the math test?” I nodded with a hum in response and we pulled out.

When we finally got to my school, i was feeling even worse than normal. My whole body felt shaky and I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling of overall meh. I had to stifle a few coughs and sneezes then before i got inside i let a few out knowing mom had driven away. By the time i got to math i was completely out of it. My mind was a fog and my whole body was covered in a layer of sweat. I wrote my test knowing that i probably failed and made my way outside after my name was called before climbing into Robbie’s car.

“Hey peanut.” He said with a soft smile that quickly faded when he saw me. “You feeling alright love?” I merely nodded before my head fell against the window and i fell asleep. The next thing i knew i was in my bed wrapped up in my big duvet, a familiar pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

I shifted to look up at mum who had a few tears on her face. “Hi mama…” I croaked out then winced at hearing how bad my voice was.

“Baby… why didn’t you say anything?” She asked pressing kisses all over my face.

Lizzie pov

I knew this morning that y/n was sick but i knew not to push her as she had been studying for this test for ages. I had emailed her teacher and told her that y/n would take the test but she would retake it at a later date as her anxiety would be through the roof from being sick. I also called the set and told them we both needed the next two days off and they understood.

When Robbie picked her up from school, which was two hours earlier than planned, not that she seemed to notice. He called me as she got into the car because she directly fell asleep as soon as she sat down.

“Hey Liz.” He whispered quietly through the phone as i set up my bedroom for the two of us for the next few days.

“Hey Robbie… how is she…?” I asked, my anxiety peaking through as my voice shook.

“She fell asleep the minute she got in the car. I’m on my way home now with her and the goods. How do you know she wouldn’t question the timing?” He asked.

“She is a fiesty anxiety driven thing. Her anxiety to finish this test would have caused her to spiral into a panic attack until she was able to take the test.” I said sitting on a stool in the kitchen waiting for them. He chuckled softly.

“She really is your kid huh?” I laughed at that softly.

“Yeah. She’s my mini me. I’m lucky to have her.” I said with a soft smile thinking of my little girl. That’s when i heard the car pull up and i hung my phone up and made my way to the front door to open it. Robbie carried y/n in, her arms and legs draped over his neck and waist as she slept in his arms. “Oh my poor baby…” I said coming around to take her in my arms. She wrapped herself around me like a koala in her sleep as i made my way up the stairs and to my room.

I pulled her duvet around her shivering body and wrapped my arms around her as she snuggled into me. I could feel how hot she was as she buried her face into my neck. I could feel a few tears escape my eyes before i felt her shuffle around in my arms before looking up at me through her big blue eyes that were hazed with a fever.

“Hi mama…” I watched her flinch at the sound of her voice.

“Baby… why didn’t you say anything?” I asked softly before feeling her small hand wipe the tears off my face. “You are burning up.” I quickly wipe her forehead with a cold wet cloth before planting a kiss on it. “It’s time to take some medicine.”

She nodded with a small whimper as she tried to bury herself farther into me. “I’m sorry mama… I’m sorry… i needed to write the test… i had to… but i failed… i’m sorry i failed mama…”

“Hey. None of that okay? Do you hear me? You are getting a chance to rewrite it next week and the scenes will be reshot next week.” I said smoothing her hair down a little as she whimpered into me. “You are sick baby. With a high fever. You need to work on yourself before your grades baby. You are way more important. Do you hear me?”

She shook her head sniffling as she buried into me more. “But you don’t let a cold stop you mama…”

“Oh baby i stop when my body is sick. You’ve seen me. A cold is more important to deal with than a stupid test.” She looked up at me with her bright eyes as i spooned some medicine into her mouth gently. She made a face swallowing it before her eyes started to flutter shut. I love you baby. More than words could say. You need to know that I am always by your side.”

[oldiesstationlover11607]

🎶And I say hello🎶

Hello! Tis I! 💛. Your favorite anon. Oddly enough, right before I was going to send in this request, you posted about missing me. First of all, that made my night (like, honestly, I was having a bad night and it made me smile so big). Second of all, your most recent Blurryface fic was amazing (you’re making me into a Blurryface Tyler fan slowly but surely). Also, and I know you have absolutely no reason to care, but I’m going to the Clancy tour this week! I may drown you in your related requests…just a heads up.

Anyways, my request. I am currently in a master’s program (forensic psychology master’s students for the win!) and so I was wondering if you could possibly write a one shot where Josh tries to help the reader study for a test (doesn’t have to be forensic psychology related. Could be any class. Though I’d like it to be a college class), but ends up being more so a distraction/hinderance than a help.

As always, you can change this request up and bit if you like or you don’t have to do it. It’s up to you! Like I said, I’m but a humble freeloader and you are the artist. 😊

Study - Josh Dun x reader

Relationship: Josh Dun × Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1632

A/N: Rahh I love this idea! I’ve been looking forward to going to college and am in study mode so it’s perfect! When you submitted the request I was having a bad day too so I'm glad we're able to cheer each other up :) Forensic psychology sounds cool, I have a friend who is interested in doing it but I have no idea what it’s about other than crime and psychology. I'm wanting to do a major in cinematic arts (basically film school) but I'm not sure what I want my minor to be. I'm interested in so much it's hard to choose but I'm looking at music production, classics, or journalism. Because I've been working on my media studies project at school I though I'd make the subject she's studying for related to that (I hope that's okay). ALSO I’m so excited that your Clancy Tour show is this week!! That’s so exciting 😁 I have to wait till November, my show is the first international show and I’m low key scared that they’re going to change the setlist. I’m bringing my non clique friend to the show and if they decide to add or take away songs from the setlist she’s going to think I’m having a mental breakdown (which I 100% will be lol. In a good way). Anyways, sorry for the long intro/rant thing, I don't have many friends at my school and I needed to rant 😭

The last place I expected to be with Josh was my college library, considering the fact that he didn’t go to college and never planned to. In fact, I was pretty sure the last time Josh had stepped foot in a library was all the way back in high school. I’d only found out a couple months after we’d started dating that we had gone to the same school. He had graduated two years before me so we didn’t know each other but as fate would show, we met at Guitar Centre after I’d decided to teach myself drums. Turns out teaching yourself drums is hard and you do in fact probably need a teacher, and that teacher will probably end up being that cute boy that sold you your first pair of sticks. Normally, Josh and I would hang out at home or with our friends but this week I was in full study mode with finals coming up. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to meet me later?” I asked, finding an empty table to sit down at. I placed my bag on the chair next to me while Josh sat down on the opposite side. He was wearing a black hoodie that he’d bought at the mall the other day and a beanie, perfect for the autumnal weather outside. It had been raining a lot recently, the light pitter patter of rain becoming a common occurrence as we fell asleep each night. 

“I’m sure,” he laughed, folding himself over the table and resting his head on his arms. 

“Okay,” I shrugged, pulling out my computer and opening it to my work. I had a couple pages of notes to read, and a practice essay to write. Yay. College. Josh pulled out his phone and started scrolling through social media, the speakers of his phone playing music–loud enough to hear but quiet enough to not bother anyone other than me. With each scroll of his finger the audio changed, progressively capturing my attention and pulling me away from my own screen. Josh clearly noticed I was getting distracted because he put his phone away and pointed to the blank notebook page in front of me. 

“What are you supposed to be learning about anyways?” he asked, tilting his head slightly and peering over my computer screen. I tilted it back so he could get a better look, the display showing two pages from my textbook for media studies. 

“Well, I’m reading this textbook section about the media and how people have different lenses that they view things. It’s kind of interesting,” I explained. Josh smiled, resting his head on his chin and listening attentively. “It’s like how you’ll view a musician character differently to how someone who doesn’t make music would.” Josh nodded as if he knew what I was talking about–he did in fact have no idea. 

“Let me help you, I’m sure it’s not that hard,” he suggested. He got up and moved around to the chair next to me, grabbing my bag and placing it on the ground so he could sit down. While I knew full well that Josh wasn’t going to be any help but I wanted nothing more than to spend time with him–he was always busy with band practice or work, making me cherish every moment we had together. He pulled my computer closer to him, reading the textbook page and taking notes with my pen. As he wrote each word on the page I could feel my body tingle with excited nerves. Josh had always been able to do that to me. If he was close, I had to fight off the butterflies to the point where I would lose focus on what I was supposed to be doing–which was exactly what was happening right now. “You get that?” 

“Huh?” I looked up at him as he let out a soft chuckle. 

“Do you understand the concept? The uh, natural bias of viewers impacts how they see the characters in movies, books, and tv,” he repeated. I listened, taking notes and bullet-pointing what he was saying. He sounded almost like he was in the class himself, which was surprising considering Josh was the least academic person I knew. 

“Mhm, yeah,” I nodded. As the lunch period ended more and more students piled into the library, filling up the tables and making the room louder. 

“It’s getting kinda hot in here,” Josh said, pulling off his hoodie to reveal one of his band’s merch shirts and his perfectly toned arms. Twenty one pilots was starting to get more and more popular with their latest music being played on college and city radio, meaning the likelihood of him being recognised was rising every day. Josh was looking around the room as more people poured in but I couldn’t look away from him. My boyfriend was hot and I couldn’t deny it–I was practically drooling and couldn’t wait for that night, when we’d be able to snuggle up in bed together. 

“What?” he questioned, snapping me out of my daydream. I could feel my face heat up slightly. 

“You’re distracting,” I smirked, causing him to laugh. 

“How am I distracting? I’m literally just sitting here,” he pointed out. I tapped my pen against his shoulder. A large smile crept onto his face along with a flush of warmth. 

“You like?” he teased, causing me to roll my eyes. 

“Yes. A lot,” I joked back. I leaned my chin against my hand and smiled widely at him. “Stop staring,” he laughed. I couldn't help it. What I really needed to be doing was studying but Josh was the most distracting boy on the planet and if we kept going the way we were, I wasn’t going to get any work done. 

“I was supposed to be studying,” I chuckled, rolling my eyes. He knew how important my finals were for my grade and he knew how much work I’d put into my courses, but somehow he couldn’t hold back his cheeky self, even when it mattered. 

“Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in mock surrender, trying to appear apologetic. He leaned back in his chair and looked at me with a sly smile. I got back to my work, taking notes and trying to figure out what I was going to write my essay on. Once again, Josh pulled out his phone, this time texting Tyler about their next gig. As he typed, he occasionally glanced at me. Without warning, he suddenly reached out and tickled my side, trying to get a reaction out of me. I laughed loudly and covered my mouth, trying to muffle the noise. 

“Josh! Stop it!” I took a deep breath between laughs. Suddenly, a group of girls approached our table, their eyes wide with excitement as they clearly recognized Josh. One of them spoke up, a blonde woman wearing a white crop top and a bright pink skirt–clearly a sorority girl, my mortal enemies. 

“Excuse me, you're Josh Dun from Twenty One Pilots, right?” Josh looked up from his phone, clearly taken aback by her boldness. He flashed the celebrity smile he’d been working on in the mirror lately and nodded. I rolled my eyes, trying to hold my focus. Josh shot me a quick smirk when he saw my reaction, clearly amused by the situation. He then turned his attention back to the girls who were bombarding him with questions. I could tell they were starstruck, which was weird considering that it was just Josh. The Josh I’d met at Guitar Centre, drum teacher Josh, wearing a blonde wig and making stupid skits Josh–my boyfriend Josh. A short brunette clutched her phone tightly, moving in closer to him. 

“Oh my god, can I please get a picture with you?” she asked, her voice quivering with excitement. I moved closer to my computer, trying to regain my focus despite there clearly being no hope. Josh chuckled lightly at the girl's request and looked over at me, noticing how irritated I was. He could tell I was trying to focus on studying for my finals and the sudden intrusion by the girls was clearly not helping. As always, he tried to be polite. 

“Sure, but can we make it quick? My girlfriend really needs to focus on her studies,” he responded, emphasizing the word ‘focus’ when he looked at me. I couldn’t hide the smile on my face. The girls nodded and Josh took a couple of photos, moving into different poses so each girl could get enough photos on each of their phones. I wondered if this was going to become more common with time, whether Josh will get recognised more often. According to Jenna, Tyler was getting it a lot but she’d found a way to cope with the fuss. She was always better than me at the celebrity girlfriend thing. 

“Thank you so much!” the blonde flashed an award-winning smile at Josh.

“Good luck on your finals,” the brunette waved goodbye. I was surprised they cared enough to even address me. 

“Thanks,” I smiled. The girls walked away whispering to each other about the interaction, clearly excited. “They were nice,” I said, turning to Josh. 

“Most people who recognise us are. The people who like our music are different, they care. But… you need to get back to studying. It’s already 5,” he responded. I looked at the clock on my computer and sure enough it was 5pm, we’d been sitting there for an hour getting incredibly distracted with each and every interaction with each other. 

“Remind me to never allow you to ‘help’ me study ever again,” I chuckled, getting back to my work. 

Josh pressed his lips to my temple and ruffled my hair.

“Noted.”

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