#I'm keeping a towel with me for every practice now and trying very hard to avoid thinking about why

[mywritersmind]

SWINGING AROUND - KA12

kimi antonelli spiderman au

summary : You’ve thought a lot about the local hero. Wondered who was behind the mask… never did you ever think you would find out by him banging on your window, bloody and bruised. Especially when he takes his mask off and you realize he’s been a lot closer than you expected.

listen up : kissing! swearing! kimi antonelli is spiderman ok. bestfriends to lovers. lol i replaced aunt may with uncle toto

word count : 2282

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I jump when something hits my window, the rain is hammering down through the night sky and disturbs the peace of my candle and book.

As I spin around in my chair, expecting a branch or smashed bird… What I do not expect, is fucking spiderman.

My heart is beating a thousand miles per minute just as he reaches up and tugs off his mask. What. The. Fuck.

I’ve wondered a lot about our little neighborhood web shooter… everyone has. Maybe I've gotten a little too interested in the man over the past few months. But in all my thoughts and hopes of him being a certain way, I never once expected my best friend.

Because that’s who is outside my window right now, his gloved hand pushing against the glass as if he’s trying to hold himself up.

I practically shoot out of my chair, throwing my window open as he slumps against the sill. “Kimi.” I let out, the cold air hitting me almost as hard as my current shock.

“I…” He breathes out, his eyes meeting mine, “I didn’t know where else to go.” I now realize the state of him, his face is cut, as well as his suit.

“What the fuck, Antonelli.” I keep my voice down, very aware of my sleeping parents in the next room.

“I’ll explain… just-” he goes to move but winces, “Help.” I shake my head, leaving him in the windowsill now that rain has stopped and hurrying into my bathroom.

I come back quickly with a wet towel. “Kimi you better not be telling me you’ve been risking your life every day after school!”

He smirks a bit as I run the wet towel over the front of his suit where it’s cut and he’s bleeding, “Before school too…”

I push the towel harder against him, “You’re an idiot.”

“Ow!” He groans loudly, my hand slapping over his mouth to quiet him. I can feel his fucking smile against my hand as his eyes bore into me.

“This is why you’ve been ditching me lately!?” I take my hand off him, whispering, “Playing superhero!? I mean- what the fuck.” I repeat for the thousandth time, “How are you even- I mean how did you- You have powers!”

His breath is calmer now as he raises his wrist and, (like it’s absolutely nothing) sprays a clean line of webs from his fucking skin.

I move the towel to his face, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”

“I thought you’d be happy… you’ve always had a thing for spidey.” He says mischievously as I scoff and start on his face, “Alright alright… I'm sorry. I didn’t want to put you in danger.”

“Danger!? Kimi, how bad could neighborhood crime be?”

He motions down to his hurt body. I shut my mouth, wiping his face gently and pretending like I can’t feel his hot eyes on me. His curls are wet, dripping onto my hand and into my room.

My hand is on his neck as the other tends to his cuts and bruises. I can’t believe this, he’s here, in my room, and while I'm freaking out, he’s cracking jokes.

“Does anyone know?” He shakes his head, finally looking a bit sad for once. “Kimi. Why?”

“I couldn’t put that on anyone.” He mumbles.

“You’re ridiculous in thinking I would care. And you’re ridiculous for thinking it’s not the coolest thing that’s ever happened to you.” He smiles at this.

“I know it is… it’s just- not all great.”

I do not like his tone. “What’d you do, Antonelli?”

He shakes his head, “It’s fine. I’m just- sorry to drop in on you like this. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“You better be.” I shove his shoulder instinctively, cursing myself when he winces, “Shit. Sorry.”

The wind has died down, though it hasn’t stopped the goosebumps on my legs. I’m blaming the cold because there’s no way I'm admitting that Kimi might have something to do with it.

“So. Go on then.” I say as I wipe blood from his jaw. He looks at me confused, “Since you're suddenly superhuman, I'd like to know what I'm dealing with so I don’t freak when you morph into an actual spider.”

He chuckles, “Luckily for both of us, it’s pretty simple. Sticky hands, the webs come from my wrist…” I give a little brow raise, teasing him as he rolls his eyes, “Only my wrists. I have crazy good hearing and this sort of sixth sense…”

“Like an intuition? Or like that thing Ken has when Barbies in trouble?” I say it so casually that it makes him laugh so unexpectedly that he has to hold his stomach from pain.

“Sure. Also my eyes are insanely clear.”

“That’s why you haven’t been wearing your glasses!” I poke his eye, “I’ll miss them.” He looked sickeningly good with them on, like a sort of evil nerd that i’d want to-

“Well Uncle Toto doesn’t know so I have to walk around the house half blind.” I smile at his humor, “That’s all, I think.”

I run my hand down his arm, understanding the sudden shift in his body as I meet his biceps, “And your suit…?”

He bites back a grin at my words, he always does it before he geeks out or talks himself up. “I made it.” He goes on to tell me every little step, compound, and reused material he scrounged up to make this pretty high tech suit.

I’ve heard Kimi talk about his inventions more than a hundred times in my life, but never have I seen him so interested in one subject.

“Seems like it’s gonna need some TLC after tonight.” I move my hand down his chest, pulling at the broken fabric.

He just shrugs, “I’ve remade it a thousand times, it’s easy.” Of course it is. Kimi remembers every detail about everything… ever.

I haven’t even realized until now, but his hand has been on my leg the whole time my hands have been all over him. When he notices that I've noticed, I expect him to pull away like the nerdy embarrassed Kimi I know.

But he doesn’t. He sits up straighter and pushes his hand slowly up my bare leg. “Thank you.”

“A couple rags isn’t much to thank me for.” My breath is quicker now, my voice quieter.

A small smile tugs at his lips, “Well it’s either that or I would be limping into my house all bloody just to give Toto a heart attack.”

I put the towel down beside me, “I’m really scared for you.” He’s looking at me as if I'm the only person in the world, sometimes I feel like that about him.

“Don’t be.” He whispers and suddenly I wonder when we got so close. His nose is an inch from mine, his eyes flickering down to my lips. He tilts his head a bit, “Still got a thing for spiderman?”

I want to laugh but I think I'm frozen in place. It’s the first time he’s audibly said it. “Depends. Does spiderman have a thing for me?”

His eyes are trained on my lips now, “I think he’d be a real idiot not to.”

I lean in, closing the gap as every part of my body catches fire. He’s weak, I know that. But he’s also not the same little Kimi I grew up with.

His hand reaches my waist and tugs me closer, kissing me sweetly. His lips are soft besides the tiny cut which I quickly forget about when he slips his tongue into my mouth.

He smiles against my lips. “I can feel your heartbeat, you know.”

I laugh into him, my tone playful as I move my hand into his curls, “I can’t really control that when I'm around you.”

He mumbles what I think is a curse in italian, kissing me again as I giggle like a fucking schoolgirl.

Then, there’s a knock at the door.

I don’t mean to push him off my windowsill, but I definitely do. He lands on the fire escape with a thud and a groan, “Sh!” I mouth at him before running over to my door, “Yes?” I don’t open it.

It’s my dad. “You okay, hun? I thought I heard something.”

“Yup! A bird hit my window I think.” I look over to Kimi who’s eyeing me annoyingly.

“Want me to check?” His words make my heart rate spike and the next thing I know, my door is open and I'm shoving my hands behind my back. I don’t know if they have blood on them but I really don’t want to find out with my father.

My eyes bolt to the window, my curtains blowing in the wind and (thankfully) no sign of Kimi. “It’s okay dad!” I say quickly, “All good, I think it flew away.”

He nods suspiciously, eyeing my floor and the towels that are definitely bloody but I'm saved by the darkness. “Did you leave your window open when it rained?”

“Oh the rain like- just stopped. I wanted to check on the bird and maybe try to help it and you know you’re supposed to carry them with a towel but then I couldn’t find it and there was already water everywhere so-“

“Yeah alright sweetie.” I think I just yapped my way out of him checking more, “Sweet dreams.”

The second he’s gone, I let out a sigh of relief. Walking over to my open window, I peak out and whisper, “Antonelli?”

I jump again when I find him upside down in front of my face. He’s smirking and holding onto a web that’s strung from above. Shit, even upside down he’s cute as hell.

“He gone?”

I roll my eyes, “Yes. Come inside.” I turn around and shake my head, this night keeps surprising me. I grab the bag of mini kitkats and turn back to him, “Kitkat?”

He walks forward, “I don’t want chocolate right now, Y/n.”

“Too bad.” I throw him the bag and he catches it in an instant. Wow, that's weird. “You’re hurt.”

“You were healing me pretty well before…” He backs me into the desk, placing the bag next to me and bracing himself on either side of me.

“Don’t you need to get home?” I ask, pretending that I'm not thinking about his half naked body that’s severely close to me right now.

“Toto thinks I'm staying at Ned’s.”

“So then go there and stop bothering me.” I cross my arms in front of my chest.

“You’re a horrible liar.”

“It’s that fucking sixth sense isn’t it? Your little spidey tingle.” His smile drops.

“Don’t call it that.”

“You need to change, you're dripping on my floor.” I eye the water around him but he doesn’t move.

“Y/n…” His voice is soft, yet demanding.

“Kimi. You’re hurt. I don’t want to make it worse-” He cuts me off with a kiss, it's light, his hands aren’t on me, and he steps back a second later.

For some reason, I'm more breathless than before. “You left some clothes here, they’re under my sink, I think.” I turn back to my desk, pretending that stupid bag of chocolate is more important than my best friend kissing me.

He comes back showered and in shorts. Only shorts. I blink.

I close my book that I didn’t read a word of, “You’ve seen me without my shirt before.” He points out, sipping the water I got for him.

“Not like… that.” I motion to him, and to his abs. He shakes his head and practically jumps into bed next to me, “Kimi.”

“Y/n!” He matches my tone, putting his arms over my lap and resting his head on them. He looks up at me like a puppy dog, “Would you like me to put a sweatshirt on?”

“If you’re going to be sleeping next to me I'd prefer it.” I say it as if it’s a business deal. He just smiles and rolls over as if he wasn’t beat up, which I still don’t know what he was beat up by.

He riffles through my closet, “Oh my god! I’ve been looking for this!” He turns around with his midtown high sweatshirt.

I cover my face with my book, laughing at the betrayed look on his face as he pulls it on. “It’s so comfortable!” I argue.

He shakes his head and lays next to me again. I sit up and criss cross my legs, “I have like a million questions.”

He nods and yawns, “Hm…”

“Like who fought you, or what fought you?” He shakes his head, already closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around my stomach and pulling me into him so I'm laying practically on him. “You’re gonna have to tell me if you want to kiss me.”

Without missing a beat, he kisses my cheek. “Tomorrow. I promise.” He whispers into my hair and without being asked, slings a web over to my dim lamp and tugs so it turns off.

“Kimi.” I whisper as his hand drifts under my shirt. Not in a provocative way, just like he wants to stay close to me. I like this new us. “I’m serious about you not getting hurt.”

“Part of gig, unfortunately.” He rubs his fingers softly over my stomach, “But I'll try, for you.”

I smile in the darkness, his breathing right in my ear and as calm as ever. I close my eyes, feeling him so close and comfortable. I move my hand to his and without words, we intertwine our hands together.

[callmerainbowcookie]

There he is

Chapter 4

Pairings: Crush x reader

Contents: Explicit, oral sex M receiving and F receiving, teasing, alcohol, flirty fluff.

He moves closer to you, and wipes the top of your chest, feeling his hand so close to your skin makes you tremble, his knee touches yours and you feel the wet denim of his jeans.

'You're still soaked', you say as he looks down at your lap.

'I'm not the only one who's soaked am I baby?' You feel a bolt shoot to your core at his words. You can't believe this is happening it all feels like a dream. You bite your lip as he starts to lean closer to you, you place your trembling hand on his wet shirt.

'I, I think you're going to have to.. take this off?, you whisper.

'Undo my buttons then.' Your eyes widen, and your hands are shaking, you start trying to unbutton his shirt but your hands are shaking so much you're struggling. He smiles and softly chuckles.

'It's OK' he lifts his hand and touches your face, using his thumb to wipe a drop of whisky on your cheek, you close your eyes and slightly lead your head to his hand telling him you want it. He then slides his hand throught your hair to the back of your head and sofly brings your lips to his, his lips are so soft, you slide your hands around his neck and deepen the kiss.

'Keep undoing my shirt baby.' You undo more buttons, though your hands are still shaking, a grin appears on his lips.

'You really are worked up, aren't you?'

'Yeah, I've wanted you for so long' you almost whisper, with a tremble in your voice.

'I know'

'You do?'

'Come on, sweetheart, it's not like you did a very good job of hiding it it! Your face when you opened the door, you were practically drooling as I dried myself with that towel'. For a split second your face dropped, feeling embarrassed and you look down. He puts his fingers under your chin and lifts your head to look into your eyes.

'It's OK baby, I feel the same too.' He says sofly and kisses you again, your heart is pounding even harder now, your still in disbelief.

'You are so fucking hot Y/N, those skirts you wear at the office, my God, takes everything in me not to just pick you up and fuck you against to wall. You have no idea how happy I was when you opened that door, to see you in that skimpy top, and little shorts, fucking hell' he growls. You smile, so overwhelmed by passion and need, this is all you've wanted for so long, and here he is all yours. A sudden rush of confidence washes over you. You climb into his lap, straddling him. You kiss him deeply, as he moans and slighly chuckles, you feel one of his hands slide up your back and the other to your shorts stopping just at the hem. You feel the lump his trousers growing, he starts kissing down your neck, then licks your neck and works his way down.

'Mmm, whiskey, you are spoiling me aren't you?, you smile and drop you head back slightly, he licks up all the whisky you spilled on yourself, your heart is pounding so hard your sure he can hear it. You feel so much heat rushing through your body to your core, you know your getting wet. He reaches your breasts and keeps going, you moan and bite your lip.

'You like that?' he asks in a husky voice. He slides the straps down your arms, you free your arms of them and let the fabric fall down to reveal your breasts. He leans back to look at them.

'Wow baby, look at these, beautiful'. He licks one of you nipples and rolls his thumb over the other. You moan loudly and tip your head back. He continues to lick your nipples, removes his hand from your other nipple and snakes it round your waist. He twists you round and leans you down so he's on top of you. He attends to the other nipple causing you to loudly moan once again. You feel your pussy throbbing and pulsing with every lick. He starts lowering his head down your body, licking a stripe between your beasts, getting every drop of that whisky! You reach with your hand to his lower abdermon, to the very large lump in his jeans, you think he must be so uncomfortable right know, you try to sit up, and rub him through his clothes, he groans at your touch,

'Ooh, that feels good.' You reach to the top button and attempt to open it, you get yourself up and slide off the sofa, nestling yourself between his legs.

'You want to suck my cock do you baby?'

'Oh Yeah, for so damn long' you say licking your lips. He sighs happily and leans back in the chair spreading his legs.

'Its all your yours'. Your mouth waters as you undo his top button and slide the zip down, he lifts up his hips as you slide down his jeans and boxers, his cock springs free.Your eyes light up.

'Oh my God, your so big' you say completely enamored.

'Am I?' he teased. You lick a stripe from the base to the tip, then you slowly take the head in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it. He hisses through his teeth.

'Fuck baby' he says breathlesslyYou slowly take is cock in and out of your mouth getting further and further each time, you've never had someone this big before and wonder how far you can take it down. He gently slides his hand in your hair and holds it up. you use your hand to stroke his length and twist your hand. You slowly take him down your throat further than you thought you could.

'Oh my God, that feels amazing'. He says in-between heavy breathing a soft moans. Just hearing his voice makes you want to please him more. You cup is balls in your hand and gently massage them. His whole body twitches, you look up at him, his eyes are tight shut and his mouth gaping open. You keep going until you feel your eyes are watering, you again swirl your tongue around him and move your hand faster until you feel his legs begin to shake. You know he's getting close.

'Oh baby, I'm, I'm almost, t-there' he stutters. You move your hands even faster and take his cock down your throat, he moans loudly and growls as he shoots his load down your throat. You swallow it all down and lick every drop. You smile as you lean back and wipe your face with your hand.

'That was, fucking incredible' he says with a very satisfied smile.

'Don't you move' He says looking into your eyes as he leans down and takes off his shoes and his jeans and boxers, he looks so damn hot with only his shirt on.

'Get up here, right now, I need to return the favour don't I?' Your heart is pounding and excitement, anticipation washing over you, you know what he's going to do. well, you think you do. You stand to go to him, but without warning, he jumps up, picks you up, and puts you on the sofa. All you can say is a loud 'Oh' and you giggle, your legs are parted, his head between them. He grins widely and stares at your shorts.

'Let's get rid of these' he says as he reaches for the top of your shorts and pulls them down your legs, he throws them onto to floor over his shoulder. So hot. You still have your pants on, they are very wet, you feel yourself getting hot and you start to tremble. He can sence your lust and expectation. He leans down and kisses your inner thigh, his hands slide under your ass, giving your cheeks a tight squeeze. He kisses the other thigh stopping as soon as he gets to your pants, he spends some time licking and kissing your thighs occasionally taking a huge mouthful, slightly biting and sucking at your soft skin, deliberately avoiding your pussy. You thrust your hips up and try to grind his face but he keeps you down every time you try. He is driving you crazy. You can't stand it anymore.

'Please' you say, breathlessly He stops and looks up at you and laughs sadisticly.

'What was that?'

'Please, I need it' you plead in a whisper.

'I can't hear you hear you baby' He teases.

'I need it, please.'

'You need what? Tell me what you want sweetheart.' He says sofly with a hint of mocking.

'I- want you to.. lick my, pussy'. You say completely breathless, he has worked you up with need and desperation for any contact with your where you need it most, your head is spinning. He licks a stripe from your opening to your clit and stops again. You moan and drop your head back, almost relaxing waiting for him to continue but he doesn't lick you again. Confused, you look up at him, before you protest he smiles at you and laughs.

'I'm sorry baby, I just love seeing you all worked up like this,' he pauses and looks at your sopping pants.

'Your absolutely soaked, do you want me to eat you out?' Feeling a mix of frustration and relief,

'Yes' you say almost sarcasticly,

'Yes what?' You breath heavily out of your nose.

'Yes, please, you bast- Oh' your cut off as he sucks your clit hard. Catching you completely off guard, he grabs hold of your pants and rips them off you. He plunges is mouth into your pussy, like he's been starving for years. He slides his tongue inside you, moving up and down, untill he works his way to your clit and circles it slowly. You moan loudly, audibley expressing your pleasure. Everything he does feels amazing. He flattens his wide tongue against your pussy and licks up to your clit over and over again, increasing the pressure with each perfectly paced swipe. You can feel that familiar, delicious build up in your core, he reaches to your breasts and gently massages your nipples with his fingers.

'Oh f-f-fuck' you struggle to say. Your legs are shaking almost violently, your just on the edge about to tip over any second. He knows your close.

'Come on my tongue baby' He whispers. One last stroke of his tongue on your sensitive clit sends a deep wave of pleasure crashing over you, so intense, so perfect. You cry out as you spasm and tremble. You've never had an orgasm so powerful, your mind goes blank, your panting heavily as you feel yourself slowly coming down from your high. You finally gather the strength enough to speak.

'Fuck, oh my God, I've never come like that before', You can't stop smiling, lifting your self up to look at him, He looks into your eyes and looks very pleased with himself. He gives you a wide grin and chuckles.

'You deserve it baby, seeing you come like that was absolutely amazing.'

Next Chapter 📖

[asena-graywolf]

Sex Sessions

That evening, you decided to focus on a problem you had been experiencing for a long time. Nishinoya, your boyfriend of 3 years, also agreed with you. You have been together for a long time, but you have never had a sexual conversation or relationship with each other until now. Even though you didn't think of including this in your relationship at first, the lust urge inside both of you was preventing this.

You had absolutely no experience. However, you had no idea whether Nishinoya was experienced or not. It would be helpful if she had never had sex experience before. Because he would have his first sexual experience with you. Even though you wanted to ask him this, you completely gave up asking because you thought your boyfriend might be hurt by this question.

You and Nishinoya had talked about this issue last week and decided that you had to start having sexual intercourse somewhere. Nishinoya was ready for this job yesterday. But you had a strange hesitation and fear. In your first experience, you were afraid that something would go wrong, you would get hurt, and you would regret it later.

Of course, these were just bad scenarios. You were relieved that the chances of it happening weren't very high. You took a deep breath and directed your gaze to the ceiling. While you were watching the ceiling of your room, you heard your phone vibrating on the nightstand next to your bed.

You took your phone in your hand. There was a video call from Nishinoya. You couldn't understand why he was making a video call at this hour. He usually didn't make video calls at night. Still, you were dying to see your boyfriend's cute face, so you picked up the phone.

Within a few seconds, Nishinoya's image on your phone screen cleared and he greeted you with his sweet smile.

''Hello sweetie! How's it going?''

It was obvious that she had just come out of the bathroom, as his hair was wet and had gone down unlike usual. He had a towel around his shoulders and was wearing a worn-out white T-shirt.

"Oh! Just a second!" you said and immediately took your headset and plugged it into your phone, then placed it in your ear. Now only you could hear your boyfriend's voice.

You didn't want your parents to wake up to the sound of your voice and come and check on you. So you didn't take any chances. Otherwise you would be deprived of your boyfriend's handsome face

“Noya? You wouldn't call at this hour. What's up? Did something happen?''

''None. I just missed you. "I wanted to see your face." Then he gave you his usual smile.

You responded the same way

''I miss you too. "Do you want to do something after practice tomorrow?"

Looks like you were thinking the same thing at the same time

"I was going to talk to you about this. Shall we meet at the material warehouse after the game tomorrow?

The material warehouse was not a preferred place for meetings. Therefore, although you were a little surprised by this offer, your boyfriend later made the necessary explanation.

"I know this may sound weird, but I thought it was the ideal place for our first sexual experience."

You shuddered as if something cold had flowed down through you. “A-But…why?”

''Don't worry!I won't push you too hard."

“Nice but, Noya… I haven't prepared myself for this yet. So I have to say it was a bit sudden for me.”

"Come come, baby. I thought we had this covered. How long will we keep on like this? We have to start somewhere. Don't worry, I won't push you too much. I guess I'm not going to suddenly do something that will hurt you."

''I know. I trust you but you know my problem is with myself. "I'm inevitably nervous because it's my first time doing something like this."

"There's nothing to worry about, I'll try every way to comfort you," he said, grinning at your image on the screen.

"Okay, okay. Oh I'm excited already"

Nishinoya took advantage of your excitement and thought you could do a little rehearsal in front of the camera.

"I'm as excited as you. Y/n, while we're on video, can't we at least try something to get you used to it?"

"Like what?" you asked as you heard your heart beat faster and felt your blood heating up.

After saying "Watch and see", he lowered the camera a little so that his body was visible and rolled up his white T-shirt to his chest.

The prominent muscles on his abdomen were revealed. You've noticed him taking off his shirt in the living room a few times, but you haven't had the chance to see him this closely. For as long as you can remember, Nishinoya's muscular body has been impressing you. Despite his short stature, no one else had the abs he had.

"Oh my God! "I want to touch your muscles," you said quite eagerly.

Nishinoya covered his stomach and stuck his tongue out at you, grinning

"Come and lick me baby. "I taste like honey"

You laughed with each other

'I'm sure it is. "I would sacrifice anything to touch those muscles"

"Can you show me too?"

Your cheeks turned red involuntarily.

“What?” you asked curiously and a little nervously.

"I don't know, any part of your body. This could be our warm-up lap. "If we start seeing each other's bodies, it will be easier for us to get used to it."

“Oh, I'm not so sure about this, but…” you said, a little worried.

"Come on, don't be shy! I didn't want you to show your genitals directly," he said, trying to keep you as calm as he could.

"Okay" you agreed

After saying "Wait", you slid down the bed a little and positioned the camera to show your entire body.

You rolled up your pajamas but were a little shy to show your breasts.

''Come on baby! You have a very nice body. I want to see those beautiful boobs.”

Your face turned red as you said, "But Noya…"

''Come on! You can do it," he encouraged you.

After agreeing by saying "Okay", you rolled up your pajama top up to your neck.

Your large and full boobs were visible to Nishinoya. You could clearly see that he was drooling as soon as he saw your boobs

''Wow! God I don't believe it! The sexiest boobs I've ever seen in my life! Like grapes. Big and plump. I'm sure it tastes great too. "I want to bite those beautiful boobs"

"Come on and bite" you made fun of your boyfriend by saying

"I'll bite you until I'm bruised."

Nishinoya was assertive about this

"My wild baby. Should I breastfeed you? Would you like it?"

You grasped the tip of your breast with two fingers and showed it to him.

"I want to drink your sweet milk, beauty," he said and licked his lips hungrily.

"Do you know what you did to me?" he continued, making you curious.

"What did I do?" you asked curiously.

He moved the camera downwards. He was only wearing his boxers and you could spot his penis through his boxers. It was obvious that he had hardened and stood up.

"Thanks to you, my dick was attached. Oh y/n, what did you do to that? You are so sexy. Why didn't I think of fucking you all this time?''

"I don't believe it Noya! How impatient you are. If just seeing a pair of boobs gets your dick going, we have a lot more work to do with you."

He positioned the camera back on his face. Now you were looking face to face again

After saying "I have a lot of work to do with you too", he yawned and covered his yawning mouth with his free hand.

Your boyfriend's yawning made you sleepy too.

''I feel sleepy. Otherwise, believe me, I would love to keep on. Anyway, see you at the supply depot after practice tomorrow.”

''I'm excited already. "See you later, honey," you said and waved at you.

''I love you.Good night''

After saying "I love you too", you hung up the phone and put it back in its place.

You fell asleep thinking about how impressed Nishinoya was with your breasts and what you would do tomorrow.

The next day, after school and after training, you met at the gym's equipment warehouse, as agreed. Nishinoya locked the door from the inside.

"Baby, I'm a little sweaty. You wouldn't be disgusted, would you?"

''No. "I would never be disgusted with you," you answered confidently.

After saying "I'm glad about that", he smiled happily with the answer he received.

''Yes. What are we doing? Where do we start?''

Nishinoya put his hands on his hips

"We will continue where we left off yesterday"

"How so?" you wondered.

“You managed to lift my dick last night… today you will suck it with your beautiful lips. I'll teach you how to suck a dick. "If you are successful, I will lick you afterwards."

You were excited. You were going to see your boyfriend's dick for the first time and experience sex for the first time.

''I didn't think about getting into it the first time. "I thought it might be a more enjoyable start if we started with licking."

“You thought well,” you confirmed to your boyfriend.

“Okay now…you will follow my orders to the letter. "Like I said, if you're successful, there's a reward afterward."

''I agree''

''Ok. Then kneel down"

You did what he said. You obediently knelt in front of him. Nishinoya took a step closer to you

Just as he was about to pull down his shorts, you intervened.

"I can help you if you want"

"Are we impatient?" she mocked you.

"Well then, put it down" he said and allowed you to pull down his shorts. You grabbed both sides of his shorts and pulled them down. As soon as you pulled it down, his thick and long dick popped out erect.

"Oh! God is so much bigger than I thought. "It's like a big candy bar."

“Then start licking this candy bar, baby. Come on, come closer. Feel free''

"But, Noya?"

Nishinoya was getting impatient now

''What happened again?''

“I…well. Is it okay if I close my eyes while sucking?"

“I would love for you to look at me with those eyes. That's a shame''

"Please, this is my first time. Try to make do for now. I promise, next time I'll open my eyes"

"Okay, whatever you want. But now put this in your mouth. "I'm starting to get angry!" he said as he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you closer to him.

"Open your mouth!" he ordered you sternly.

While you opened your mouth a little, he immediately inserted his dick into your mouth.

"Suck it!"

You closed your eyes, holding Nishinoya's big and thick cock with one hand. You wet the tip with your tongue and then, while pumping the dick you held at the base back and forth, you started licking the part you took into your mouth by moving your head back and forth.

Nishinoya was holding your head tightly and pulling you towards him. After a while he started to push you. You were having a hard time taking the entire huge dick into your mouth. You were out of breath.

You were careful not to gag or vomit, but you couldn't say you could hold it back for long.

You were afraid of falling out of favor with Nishinoya if you threw up the first time.

To forget the feeling of vomiting, you decided to pleasure your pussy as it licked Nishinoya's cock. Your wetness had seeped into your panties. You put your hand under your skirt and then you dipped your fingers into your panties and started rubbing your clit, feeling your wet pussy.

''Wow! So you know how to enjoy it, baby"

Nishinoya was pleased with the way you pleasured yourself. Nishinoya urged you to increase your speed a little more. He held both sides of your head tightly and suddenly pressed himself against himself. You gagged and made strange sounds because you took his entire dick into your mouth.

''Open your eyes y/n! "I want you to look at me while experiencing this pleasure."

Nishinoya had become aggressive. He insisted when he saw that you couldn't open your eyes.

''Y/N! "Open your eyes, I tell you!"

He slapped your cheek lightly. It didn't hurt you, but your cheek was slightly red.

You opened your eyes to avoid making him angry even more. He gripped your chin tightly and forced your eyes to look at him.

"I'm about to cum, I want you to look at me while I cum"

You nodded and continued licking. At the same time, you continued to caress your pussy. It was only a matter of time before you both orgasmed. Nishinoya started to push you harder as he neared ejaculation. You were turning red from breathlessness.

"Come on slut! Make me cum!”

This time, he grabbed your hair tightly and pressed you to himself, while he squirted all his semen into your mouth. The head of his cock had reached almost all the way into your esophagus. His hot semen burned your throat. When you took his dick out of your mouth, you coughed and then vomited, spitting out all the sperm in your mouth.

"Jeez! I am sorry. "I think I must have pushed you too hard because I got carried away."

After cleaning himself up, Nishinoya put his shorts back on and leaned over next to you, touching your shoulder.

"Are you okay?" he asked you.

You looked at him with pink creamy liquid overflowing from your mouth.

"I actually saw his aggressive and cruel side for the first time. “Are you always this cruel and harsh when it comes to sex?” you asked.

''Not always. Since this was a first for me, I was just a little carried away, that's all. I didn't hurt you too much, did I? After all, I made you vomit."

“Absolutely not. This was very enjoyable. "Now that I've achieved this, I'm looking forward to you licking me."

"We won't do that here."

''Why?''

'Come to me tomorrow evening. I'll be home alone anyway. "I want us to reach the peaks of pleasure together in our comfortable bed."

You stood up

''Ok. Obviously then. I'm looking forward to tomorrow"

''Me too. But before that, we'd better both clean up. You're not thinking of going out like this, are you?"

“Of course not,” you responded with a laugh.

''Great. Then wait, I'll get you a towel."

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It will be continue in Part 2

[hannethevixen]

I was surprised to say the least, finding my younger stepsister's boyfriend in my room. I just got out of the shower, and there he was, looking as clueless as he did horny, eyeing me up and down.

'Can I help you?' I asked, wondering what kind of excuse he was going to come up with.

'Oh, I,' he started. So cute.

'What?' I said. I brushed my hair to the side, clutching onto my towel. I thought I'd tease him a little, look sexy, but I didn't have to make much of an effort. He was already babbling.

'I was just, just,' he tripped over his own words. 'Just, you know.'

'Oh. I see,' I said. He'd been standing close to me for just under a minute, and he was already pitching a huge tent. 'I see,' I repeated, trying to look shocked instead of amused. 'I think that's not really, you know, appropriate? You're my sister's boyfriend, after all.'

'Oh my god,' he blushed, dying of shame.

This kid was too much fun! I took a step in his direction, practically brushing up against him, then reached out and stroked his bulge a few times. 'You know,' I whispered. 'My sister's religious. Very religious. Virtuous, nice, the perfect daughter.'

'Oh, what,' he froze.

'She's everything I'm not, honestly. She probably wants you to pray. I just want you to spray,' I giggled at my own horrible pun.

'What?' He swallowed. He was so hard I thought he was going to burst right through his pants.

'I bet she's not even much of a girlfriend to you, is she? Just makes you pray, hold hands. I bet she doesn't help you out.'

'Help me? Help me out?'

'Make you cum, you silly boy!'

'Oh no. Hold on, now,' he stuttered.

'It's not me who's got to try and hold on,' I laughed in his face.

'Silly, silly boy,' I shook my head. 'It's fine, you know. It's healthy. Seeing me, watching me, getting hard.'

He swallowed again. Couldn't say a word to save his life.

'Getting very, very hard, too,' I softly squeezed his throbbing dick. 'You must have thoughts about my sister, that's for sure. I bet you want to fuck her, every time you see her. Must be impossible, the way she's trying to save it all up for marriage, right? Must be torture.'

'It, it,' he confessed with a look of pleasure on his face. 'It really is. It's such a fucking nightmare.'

'I know! I know,' I smiled. 'So here's an idea, champ.'

'I'm not the mean type, but I don't like it when boys have to restrain themselves. It's just not healthy. It's not natural. So here's an idea. Every time you can't bear it any longer around that little fucking saint, you come see me. Got that?'

He nodded instantly. Complied with my command.

'Every time. Any time you feel pent-up, desperate, dying to blow a hot, rich load? You come see me.'

'Oh my god, oh my god,' he started panting. I could tell he was quite close already, the way I was rubbing him up and down.

'Poor thing,' I pouted. 'You want to cum now, to make it official?'

'Show me, you poor, desperate boy. Show me how much you can cum for me.'

'Yes, yes,' he sighed, his eyes already rolling in his skull.

'Come here,' I dropped my towel and led him to my bed. I sat him down, knelt between his legs, pulled his pants down and started pumping his dick with both hands.

'Fuck!' He cried out, before covering his mouth. He was loud, very loud.

'That's it, baby,' I cooed and pumped him as hard as I could.

'Fuck, no,' his muffled moans bounced off the walls.

'Yes, yes,' I said, rather. 'It's fine, honey. Just cum. I want you to cum. I need you to cum. I order you to cum. Cum for me. Now, right now.'

He did, as soon as I told him to. With a moan, a shriek, and a shudder taking hold of his whole body, he started unloading. Jets of thick, hot spunk shot up, covering my bed, my hands, my face and my tits. The stuff was everywhere, absolutely fucking everywhere, and I wondered how badly blue-balled my sister was keeping him exactly. It was hot, filthy, sticky and sweet. It was perfect.

'Oh my god, oh my fucking god,' he whimpered, sinking back into the sheets.

'No, just me,' I smiled, cocked my head and started licking thick globs of cum from my fingers. 'You taste so good, sweetie. Promise me you'll save up some more for me soon?'

'Oh my,' he just kept panting.

'I'll take that as a yes, darling,' I laughed. 'Good boy.'

[rozestears]

Hello! Wow a new writing blog 🌷✨️ Welcome! I' sorry if this is quite a heavy topic for one of your first requests, but can I have Tsumugi with fem!reader and some desperate and needy sex after a break (maybe a few weaks or so) because she would tell him to not overwork himself but he brushes it off ignores her? Like she gets super hurt and frustrated and asks for a break but then they just decide thsy miss each other too much go BAM. That's it really, thank you very much! 🌷✨️

—SUMMARY; With a busy Tsumugi you love, you tell him your concerns about how busy he's been lately. And as you do so, you get pushed away, causing you to feel hurt. Looking back trying to see what you've done wrong. But at this time, it all is better now after a little bit of love with eachother.

—CONTENT WARNINGS; Oral, needy/desperate sex, somewhat rough

Aoba Tsumugi x Fem!Reader . 845 Words

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. BY CLICKING ON KEEP READING YOU ARE AGREEING TO ANY POSSIBLE DARK CONTENT.

"Don't overwork yourself, love." You said to him, Tsumugi. He shook his head and brushed you off his arms. You were embracing him lovingly, while trying to speak out your concerns to him. You didn't want Tsumugi to be hurt in any way possible, so you try to look out for him when he can't do it for himself. But as he walked out his door, you felt so hurt. You only wanted the best for him, so why... why is he like this? You didn't even do anything wrong, right?

You decided to brush it off and not even bother to ask him, if he doesn't want you to be with him right now, then you won't push it and give him a little break for now. You worked hard for him, even if he wouldn't notice your efforts. But deep down... something tells you he's guilty about walking out all of a sudden.

A few weeks had passed and nothing, until a faithful day when you were in your apartment bedroom completing an essay late within the night. Someone was knocking, a gentle knock on your door. You thought about who would even be up at this late hour. You decided whatever, opening the door a warm Tsumugi pounced in your arms and hugged you tightly, the force making you fall to the floor.

You tilted Tsumugi's head a bit to see what was going on. You revealed his drooling, sweaty, blush covered face, asking him what the hell was going on he responded to you with "I-I'm... I'm just so sorry for doing such a horrible thing to you, you see, I realized how awful I must've made you feel when I pushed you away, were you hurt? Would you break up with me?" Tsumugi said holding back his tears.

"I missed you very much!" He said.

"..." a silence filled the air for a few moments, but then you decided to reply to him with "It's okay, I understand. I missed you too." you say as you brought up his front hair, and kissed his forehead lightly. You offered to make Tsumugi some tea, or rather anything he would like. He nodded and went with you to your kitchen, sitting patiently on the dinner table. You boiled a kettle for a while, and went to your room to get him a towel to wipe off.

You returned, Tsumugi had his head down on the table. You lightly tapped on his shoulder and he got up seeming a bit startled. You handed him the towel and watched him wipe off. Until the kettle went to a full boil, and you walked over to prepare the tea for Tsumugi.

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After a bit, you were found in your room being obliterated. Tsumugi was pounding into you, being so needy to be inside of you. Being so aroused by him he was practically slipping in and out every thrust he did inside of you. His head was buried deep in between your chests, him holding your left. You felt his wet drool streaming down on your body, and his warm body against you; it all felt really good.

He asked to go from behind you and you nodded quickly, lewd thoughts filling your mind making you unable to answer directly through your mouth. He flipped you over and didn't wait a moment to put himself back inside of you. Pressing his cheeks on your back, while he bucks his hips harder and faster inside of you. Using his two free hands, he felt around your body.

You buried your face deeper into your sheets, making loud moans of pleasure as Tsumugi continued to love you. He lifted his head up, and brushed his hair off his face. Wiping them on his bare skin afterwards. Then slapping your ass a few times, making it drive you insane. Your legs started to shake from what you were feeling, but despite the pain, you needed more. Even just a little bit more.

Tsumugi also felt the same. After abusing you from behind, he asked to go to the front again. That was his favorite place, he told you with a smile and messy hair. You agreed to allow him, and he once again flipped you over. He went down to you first, and licked your cunt off, there was so much arousal, it was practically streaming down your thighs at this point.

Tsumugi licked you pretty much clean, then went back up, but then placed two of his fingers on your entrance, opening up your hole for his cock, he went inside of you and proceed to ram you up, pounding so deep inside. You could feel yourself reaching your peak, and told Tsumugi about it. He chuckled and went as hard as he could until you came on him.

You arched your back, feeling numb and sore on your lower half. Closing your eyes and tears falling down your face. All with a smile. Tsumugi kissed your neck and cheeks, while whispering a small

"I love you."

[b-ritney]

Don't Try To Hide It, Billy Hargrove x Reader FLUFF

ew not proof read

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She stumbled in the door a hell of a lot later than usual. Although similar to every other day when she trips inside, trying to hold everything she's been carting around all day in between her fingers and under her arms.

"Hey, would you mind grabbing this book before I drop it," she giggles raising her right side so I can grab it from under her arm. Her laughter warms my soul like nothing else.

"You have a good day?" I asked kissing her on the cheek as she set the rest of her stuff down on the table.

"mhm!" she nodded her head happily stuffing some food in her mouth like a chipmunk.

"When's the last time you ate dork?" She slowly turned her attention back to me and shrugged her shoulders. "babe, seriously, come on you can't keep doing this to yourself."

"I didn't do it on purpose, I was just so busy all day I forgot... I honestly didn't even notice I was hungry until I got in the car. promise."

"You haven't even taken your bag off yet."

"I know..." she looked back surprised. She did not know. I walked over and slipped it off her shoulders, she tried to hide it but she winced hard as soon as the weight came off her back.

"Come here." I said, perching her on the kitchen counter so I could take her shoes off. She watched me contently as I untied the laces of her sneakers.

"Why don't you go take a shower and I'll make you some real food."

"Good idea," she said, wincing again when her feet hit the ground.

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It had been about 45 minutes since I sent her away, our dinner was getting cold so I figured I'd go check on her. When I walked through our bedroom door she was laying back flat on the bed with a towel draped over her freshly washed body. She was just laying there staring at the ceiling fan.

"You're freaking me the fuck out."

"Why?" she laughed.

"You practically limped away earlier and you didn't come out to eat with me."

"I'm sorry," she said reaching up to rub her eyes, "my hips and calves are just hurting from standing and moving so much at work..." she stretched out again, recoiling back when she moved too far.

now I feel like a dick

"Don't apologize, I was just worried."

"Billy?"

"baby?"

"Would you rub my hips for me?" Fuck yeah I will

"Of course." I shut the bedroom door with my foot making her laugh, god I love that sound, I grabbed her lotion from the bathroom counter and made my way over to her, pulling her to the edge of the bed and gently lifting the towel away. Her skin was still warm from the shower. Radiating heat and the clean smell of her body wash. I poured some of the lotion on my hands and rubbed them together before firmly grabbing her hips and pressing hard into them soothing the tension in her muscles. She tightened up throwing her arm over her face. "That bad huh?"

"Yeah. Feels good though." she smiled. I looked back down making sure to hit every spot that might be sore, I rubbed the sides around her love handles and the tops from her knees up to her pelvis. Then I hiked up her legs around my waist and kneaded the backside. Her chest rose and fell so peacefully as she relaxed back into the comforter. I got some more lotion and began rubbing out her legs, it was bad, no wonder she was limping. When I was finished I leaned down and kissed up her body from her hips to her face.

"Better?"

"Yes," she stretched out again before sitting up to pull me into a kiss. I held onto her sides, slowly beginning to forget about dinner waiting for us in the kitchen. "Thank you so much," she said wrapping her arms around me.

"Your very welcome. You know I'd do almost anything to grab your hips. And I love you." I put a shirt over her head, running my fingers back through her hair to get it out of her face. Then I slid a pair of her comfy panties over her legs.

"I love you too." I scooped her into my arms carrying her to the kitchen, we ate dinner and played cards, while we watched a movie. I carried my girl around the rest of the night until I laid her down in our bed, crawling in to hold her for a good night's rest.

[superstition13]

So I have a University assignment due at midnight, which I have absolutely zero motivation to do, but it did inspire this little piece.

Distractions

//AKA Dabi Distracts You From Your Work 💙

Dabi x Female Reader (NSFW)

Genre: smut, porn with very little plot involved, fluff

Includes: biting, unprotected sex, hair pulling, cock warming, teasing, pet names, fingering, crying (pleasure), after care, Dabi’s piercings

You can’t tell me that Dabi isn’t the type of guy who would gladly use sex as a means of distracting you from your work

Especially if he feels as though you’re paying too much attention to it and not him

And if you’re a university student, he would definitely fuck your brains out instead of letting you finish an assignment that he knew you had due

Maybe you make the mistake of letting him sit in your desk chair while you sit on his lap, so at least you can be close to him

He’d start off with his chin resting on his shoulder and his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, but it wouldn’t take long for his hands to begin to wander

One hand would drift down to your inner thigh, and begin tracing feather light patterns along the exposed skin he found there with the tips of his fingers, teasingly close to where you really want him to touch you

Meanwhile, his other hand has slipped under your shirt and is now toying with your nipples

And while all this is going on, you’re still desperately trying your best to concentrate, but it’s becoming increasingly harder for you to focus on typing out an essay when your boyfriend’s hands are doing sinful things to your body

It’s when he starts trailing his lips along your neck, nipping, sucking, and leaving tiny bruises behind that you give in to his touches

Dabi’s hand leaves its place on your thigh and his thumb hooks around the waist band of the skimpy pair of gym shorts you’d decided to wear around the house that day

You raise your hips, just enough for him to slide them down to your knees, where they fall and drop to the floor

He pops open the button on his jeans, and you swear you can feel yourself getting just that little bit wetter at the loud sound his zipper makes in the otherwise quiet apartment

His hands go to your hips, and he lowers you onto his achingly hard cock

A small gasp escapes your lips, you’d been careful not to brush up against his dick while you were working, not wanting to encourage Dabi’s teasing

You’d known he was horny, obviously, but you hadn’t realised how hard he truly was

The two of you moan when he’s fully sheathed inside your heat

You expect him to start bouncing you up and down on his cock, but when he doesn’t you figure he wants you to be the one taking charge

Instead, his hands tighten around you warningly, and he keeps you seated firmly in his lap

“Don’t you have something to do, princess?”

“But I thought-”

“You thought wrong angel.”

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, knowing full well that if you turn your head to look at him, you’ll see one on his face

“Consider this your punishment for ignoring me.”

Part of you can’t believe Dabi is making you finish your assignment instead of fucking you, especially when his cock is buried inside you

Another part of you can totally believe it, knowing all too well what a tease your boyfriend can be

He sits back and begins drawing lazy circles around your throbbing clit

Somehow, you manage to type out a paragraph, and you think that maybe you can do this

Until Dabi decides to flex beneath you, the seemingly innocent movement making his dick twitch inside of you, driving you crazy from the stimulation

You could have tears rolling down your cheeks as you beg him to bend you over your desk and just fuck you already

Instead, he’d have the audacity to coo softly in your ear:

“Come on baby girl, I thought you needed to concentrate?”

But the moment you finish that assignment and submit it to your Professor, he’s pulling out of you and standing up so fast that the chair he’d been sitting on falls over backwards

He quickly manages to get rid of the few articles of clothing the two of you have left between you

Before you know it, Dabi has you bent over the desk, one hand tangled in your hair and the other at your hip in a grip so tight that it's bound to leave bruises. He thrusts into you rapidly, setting a brutal pace. The sounds of skin on skin slapping together, and the obscene noise your cunt makes as he fucks into you fills the air of the studio apartment you share with him.

It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to cum around Dabi’s cock, already pent up and overflowing from almost an hour's worth of Dabi teasing you. Your thighs are glistening as you let go, screaming his name so loudly that your neighbours are sure to file another noise complaint against the two of you come the evening. He releases his grip on your hair, trailing his fingers down your body until they rest between your thighs, and begin to draw circles around your clit once more. Gone are the slow, teasing touches from earlier his only focus is on making you scream out his name out for a second time before he cums. Dabi leans forward, his chest pressing flush against yours back, practically laying on top of you as he rails you without mercy. You realise that you can feel the cold metal of his nipple piercings pressing into your back, and the mental image it conjures makes you clench around him. Dabi lets out a soft groan, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Fuck sweetheart, you have no idea how good you feel wrapped around me,” he pants, his voice breathy as it caresses your neck. “So good and tight for me, fuck. Come again angel, one more time, I wanna hear you scream my name.”

“God Dabi, yes! Yes! Yes!” You whine, trailing off into a hiss at one particularly hard thrust. “Right there baby, I’m so close, fuck!”

Without missing a beat, he shifts himself slightly, angling his cock in a way that Dabi knew would have you seeing stars and hurtling over that precipice you were dangling from. You were convinced you could feel the tip of him pounding against your cervix, dragging deliciously against your walls in all his pierced glory as he brushed past that sweet spot hidden inside of you with each and every punishing thrust. This new angle, abusing your g-spot while his fingers danced over clit, your nipples being teased as they were dragged and pushed across the surface of your desk; All of it was proving to be too much for you. That coil deep inside of you winding tighter and tighter, rendering you all but incoherent. Your tipping point however, was when your boyfriend sunk his teeth into the junction of your shoulder and neck. It wasn't quite hard enough to break the skin, but you knew without a doubt that he would leave one hell of a mark. The pain from his teeth sends pleasure arcing through your body like waves of electricity, going straight to your pussy, causing that tightly wound coil to snap as you threw yourself from the edge you had been hanging onto for dear life.

"Fuck Dabi, I'm coming, FUCK!" You sobbed, cheeks feeling suspiciously wet. The way your pussy fluttered around him was exactly what Dabi needed to find his own release, his pace becoming more and more erratic as he continued to thrust into you, working you both through the shared orgasm. Your name left Dabi’s mouth in a loud moan that was practically pornographic. He came inside of you, painting your walls with his seed, your combined release already beginning to seep out of you from the sheer amount of cum he was pumping into your cunt.

Eventually, his thrusts come to a halt. Your face was pressed uncomfortably against your desk, and you were pretty sure there was a pen trapped beneath you, but at that moment you didn't quite have it in yourself to care. Your mind was pleasantly fogged over from the post orgasm haze, and had someone asked for your name in that given moment, it probably would have taken you a few minutes to recall.

The first thing you became aware of, was Dabi pressing a series of gentle kisses to your neck, paying particular attention to the large bite mark he had left in the heat of the moment. It throbbed slightly, but not unpleasantly so, soothed by the delicate pressure of his lips. Slowly, he pulled out, a small noise of displeasure escaping you at the sudden emptiness you felt with the absence of his cock. He pulled you up, and guided you gently over to the bed where the two of you collapsed together. His arms encircled your waist, gathering you up against his chest. Fingers began to play with your hair as your awareness slowly began to return, Dabi's lips now pressed gently to the top of your head.

"That was..." you trailed off, still slightly breathless.

"Yeah." He agreed, tracing patterns along your skin.

"I'm going to need a shower," you winced, feeling his cum already beginning to dry on you. You already dreaded the idea of getting up to leave the bed, knowing that by the time you did, your limbs would be feeling like jelly and there would surely be an ache settled between your thighs.

"Not yet," your boyfriend breathed. "I'll get up and get us a towel in a minute. Just, lie here with me for now, okay?"

"Okay," you murmured against him, not needing too much convincing.

"Maybe I should help you with your work more often, princess," he suggested, but was met with no reply. Dabi craned his neck to look down at you, only to realise that you had managed to fall asleep in his embrace.

Here’s that tag you asked for lovely, hope you enjoyed my first attempt at writing smut.

@simpforsadbois 💜

[hotch-stufff]

Kiss The Girl

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings!: angst, pining(lots of it), crying, arguing, but a fluffy ending, like super fluffy ending :)

Word Count: 3.7k words

Description: Hotch tries to deny it, but he's madly in love with you. He keeps getting this urge to just kiss you. Could it really be that easy?

A/N: not really sure what this is, but I was listening to that new cover of kiss the girl by Brent Morgan and I really wanted wrote this. It definitely took a turn i was not expecting, but I hope you guys love it as much as I do. :)

*Based off the song "Kiss the Girl"*

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He loved you. It was no secret.

Everyone knew, everyone except maybe him.

Or maybe he did know, but he refused to accept it. He couldn't love you. It was wrong. But if it was wrong, why on earth did it feel so good?

There, you see her, Sitting there, across the way

She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her

He wasn't the best at sharing his feelings. He was good at locking them away, and throwing away the key. But you, you made that hard.

There was just something about you. It drew him in, and he was hooked.

Maybe it was the way you giggled when you were nervous. Or maybe it was the blush that tinted your cheeks when someone gave you a compliment. Maybe it was the way you showed Hotch the happiness he needed in his darkest times.

He wasn't sure, but he knew you were special. He was sure he knew exactly when these feelings had started. It was the night of Rossi's Christmas party.

You sat on Rossi's couch, laughing along with Morgan and Prentiss. They had made some very very inappropriate joke, that you just thought was hilarious. 

"Okay, h-hang on. I need a refill." You gasped out between laughs. You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing the wine before pouring yourself a glass.

"Hey." You nearly squealed as Hotch came in the room behind you.

"Jesus Hotch, could have given me a heart attack." He simply chuckled. "Yeah, laugh it up." You playfully rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry." He tried to hide his smile.

"Yeah, you sound it." You walked towards him, giving him a soft smile as the teasing atmosphere faded. The room was empty, and you wouldn't be able to ever work up the courage again.

"Merry Christmas Hotch." You whispered as you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. You pulled back, gave him a small smile, and walked back to the living room.

Aaron stood there, shocked. 

Why had you don't that? Why had he liked it? Would you do it again?

The questions repeated in his head, over and over. And he realised that a peck on the cheek wouldn't be enough. 

He needed a kiss, a real kiss. Even just one from you and he would be satisfied for life. But that, was an impossible dream. Or, so he thought.

And you don't know why, but you're dyin' to try

You wanna kiss the girl

Months had passed since then and he still hadn't gotten another kiss from you. 

You two had grown increasingly close however. You were practically inseparable. Always at one of your houses, talking, watching movies, eating. You name it.

Although watching movies was usually with Jack, and currently he was stuck on repeating the Little Mermaid.

"Miss Y/n?" He asked one night.

"Yes Jackers?" You asked, looking down at the small boy.

"Can we please, watch the little mermaid with daddy?" He begged. He used those puppy dog eyes and you were sold.

"Of course we can." You heard a chuckle come from behind you and you whipped around.

"Didn take you long to give in, huh?" Hotch questioned, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh shut it Hotchner. Go get the popcorn." He laughed and shook his head before walking to the kitchen.

Soon you found yourself wrapped up with the Hotcner boys. Jack was curled up on your lap, his face buried in your neck as he fell asleep.

As you and Hotch watched the movie, he snuck glances every couple of minutes. He couldn't get over how beautiful you looked. 

And you were holding his son, loving him like he could be your own. It filled Hotch's heart with love and affection.

And then that song began playing softly in the background

Yes, you want her

Look at her, you know you do

The lyrics spoke a truth that Hotch was desperately trying to avoid. 

But he didn't know how much longer he could go without telling you. In the moment he couldn't remember why he hadn't told you already.

Possible she wants you too, there is one way to ask her

It don't take a word, not a single word

Go on and kiss the girl

All he wanted to do was reach over and bring you into a kiss. Just a simple kiss. 

Just to feel your lips move together. Just for a second. He almost did. You had turned to look at him, and he leaned in slightly. His hand raising. 

But the shrill sound of his phone broke the trance. His hand receded before you could grab it. And he didn't kiss you.

You were filled with a disappointment that you couldn't explain. 

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, my, oh, my, look like the boy too shy, He ain't gonna kiss the girl

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, ain't that sad? Ain't it a shame? Too bad, He gonna miss the girl

The music of the movie faded as a grim look replaced the carefree one on Hotch's face. 

"We'll be right in." He muttered out the words with disdain, sending you an apologetic look.

But you barely noticed, you were still trying to calm down the beating of your heart.

He was going to kiss you.

Did he feel the same way that you did?

All thoughts left your mind though as you felt Jack wake in your arms.

"Hey buddy." He looked up at you with the eyes he shared with his father.

"Do you have to leave?" Your heart broke a little bit at his questions.

"Yeah, bud. I'm sorry." He just smiled at you and burrows further into your chest.

"Its 'kay." He mumbled sleepily. "But we have to wait till Aunt Jess gets here so we can keep cuddling." Your heart swelled and your face lit up. Hotch was staring at the two of you, in awe. His son loved you so much. 

You looked over at him, a tear in your eye. He swallowed as he pushed his feelings aside, giving you a soft smile before getting up to get dressed.

He was screwed.

A couple cases later, and you were holed up in a precinct, everyone nearly falling asleep.

It was a bad case, a really bad case. And you were running out of time. The unsubs' latest victim only had about a day left.

But nobody could work if they were falling asleep. Eventually Hotch sighed and told everyone it was time to head to the hotel.

But of course, once there, there were only 4 rooms.

"I'm taking my own room. I'm old." Rossi said and grabbed the key before anyone could argue.

"C'mon pretty boy." Morgan grabbed another key, and walked off with spence.

"I'll go with Jj. Y/l/n, you good with Hotch?" Your face went bright red at Prentiss's words. But you nodded, looking anywhere but at Hotch. You couldn't say no, it would be too obvious.

"Y-yeah, that's fine." You all trudged to the elevator, Emily and Jj said goodnight and walked off once you reached your floor. You and Hotch walked in silence down the hall to the very last room.

He swung the door open, and you had to stop yourself from gasping. There was only one bed.

"I'll uh, I'll take the floor." You scrunched your nose at Hotch's offer and he couldn't deny how adorable you looked.

"Hotch, no. That will kill your back." You shook your head. "We can share. We're both adults, it's fine." You're not sure if you're convincing yourself or him. He just nods and gives a soft okay.

"Do you want the first shower?" He asked. 

"Um, no. I shower in the mornings." He nodded before walking into the bathroom.

Why was this so awkward? You guys were such good friends, this shouldn't be so weird. 

You pushed the thought aside before crawling into the bed and curling up.

Hotch walked out of the bathroom 10 minutes later in nothing but a towel.

Your eyes grew and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He cleared his throat, and you looked up at his eyes.

"Uh sorry, forgot my bag." You nodded, looking away quickly. Too scared to speak. He quickly went back into the bathroom.

"Get a hold of yourself." You whispered to yourself. You weren't going to survive this case if he did that again. He joined you in bed soon after getting dressed.

Neither of you spoke, neither of you moved, neither of you breathed. It was completely silent.

After about 20 minutes of silence and trying desperately to fall asleep you spoke up.

"Hotch?" 

"Yeah?" His voice was hoarse.

"Um, I can't sleep." You turned towards him and he did the same.

"Neither can I." You sighed.

"How's Jack?" You asked, trying to bring up the mood, or to at least get rid of the awkwardness. It seemed to work because his face lit up at the mention of his son.

"He's good. He actually just asked if you could come over soon. He got an A plus on his spelling test that you helped him study for and he really wants to show you." You smiled as you listened.

"That's great! He was so nervous for that test." 

"Yeah, thank you Y/n for helping him." You grabbed his hand, squeezing gently.

"Of course Hotch. I love Jack." You muttered, and you fell into silence again.

But it was more content, more peaceful. Your hands stayed laced together, and Hotch's mind went blank as you started leaning closer.

Now's your moment

Floating in a blue lagoon

Boy, you better do it soon, no time will be better

He started leaning in, his hand moved from your own to cup your face. But something switched in his mind. What was he doing? This was wrong. He couldn't let this happen. 

Your faces were inches apart when he pulled his hand away and scooted backwards slightly.

Look like the boy too shy

He ain't gonna kiss the girl

Your face fell, and his heart squeezed painfully.

"Um, we should go to bed." You were so confused. You thought that was it. It was perfect. He, he pulled away though. Why had he pulled away?

You could almost physically see his walls being built up.

Walls you had spent so much time breaking down.

"Oh, um. O-okay." You stuttered out, pulling back  quickly.

"Goodnight Y/n." He said softly, but you didn't respond. You were too scared you would cry if you did. 

You fell asleep faster than you anticipated, but maybe you were just that tired. 

He was gone when you woke up.

You thought everything might just go back to the way it was after that night.

But boy were you wrong. Hotch had completely pulled away from you.

No longer did he invite you over, or invite you to do paperwork in his office with him

You didn't watch movies, or go out to eat, or even talk about anything other than work. It was hell.

You tried, you really tried to get him to open up again, but it just didn't work. Nothing did.

It was to the point where he would be almost rude to you. 

The team was beginning to notice. And you couldn't hold back any longer. It was killing you.

You needed to talk to him, past this wall he had put up. You needed to know why he was pushing you away. You walked up to his door, knocking on the door.

"Come in." He said softly. You walked in, and his eyes stayed trained on the paperwork in front of him.

"Hotch?" He still didn't look up.

"How can I help you Agent Y/l/n?" He asked, his voice not wavering from professionalism. You shut the door behind you and walked forward, sitting in one of the chairs.

"We need to talk." He was taken aback slightly by the determination in your voice, but he sighed before setting down his pen.

"What is it?" He sounded almost annoyed, which just made you angrier.

"What the hell is going on?" You didn't mean to be so rude about it, but you needed to know.

"Excuse me?" 

"Seriously Hotch, we went from talking almost every day, to not speaking unless it has something to do with work."

"Y/l/n…" he went to stop you.

"No. Hotch please. I don't know what I did." You begged. "I mean you can't even use my name anymore." You whispered.

"This is very unprofessional." he wasn't breaking.

"Please Aaron. Don't lie to me." You tried his first name, and he had never loved his name being spoken more than when you said it. But he had to stop this.

"Agent Y/l/n. I'm sorry if our friendship was confus-" but you cut him off.

"We weren't just friends. You know that and I know that." He had the audacity to look confused. But he knew exactly what you were talking about.

Don't try to hide it how, You wanna kiss the girl

"Please Aaron, don't pretend, not with me."

"Agent Y/l/n! That's enough!" His voice was rising. 

He didn't understand why you couldn't just let it go.

"No it's not. I love you Aaron, I'm sorry. But I do. And it hurts so much that you are pushing me away!" Your eyes filled with tears and Hotch stood there, awed that you felt this way. But he couldn't let you in. So he took that final heartbreaking step.

"I don't love you." He whispered out. You had been standing and you took a staggering step backwards. 

"What?" Your voice was small.

"I don't love you Y/n." The lie was tearing him apart. Why was he doing this again?

Tears began falling down your face. You were upset and mad and heartbroken. And you were embarrassed that this man had this much of a hold on you.

"Fine." You sniffed. "If that's how you feel Agent Hotchner." He missed the way you said Aaron and flinched at the formal title. But this was what he wanted. "I apologize for the unprofessionalism." You turned to leave, but stopped when he spoke.

"Y/n…" His voice was small, strained. You wiped away your tears. When you looked back, his eyes were glossy.

But he didn't say anything else and you kept walking, slamming the door behind you. The bullpen silenced and everyone stared at you.

It was humiliating, but you walked to Rossi's office, your head held high.

"Rossi?" 

"Y/l/n, what's wrong?" He asked, like he hadn't heard the conversation through his shared wall with Hotch. 

"Can you please tell Hotch that I'm sick and I won't be in for a while?" Your voice wavered slightly, but you ignored it.

"Y/n-" he started, but you didn't feel like talking.

"Please Rossi?" You begged, praying he would just say yes so you could leave.

"Yes, of course." You nodded and thanked him before leaving. You slipped down to your desk and grabbed your bag. 

You didn't see Hotch standing in the doorway of his office, watching you as you left, tears silently slipping down your face.

Your teammates asked what was happening, but you just waved them off and left.

They all turned to Hotch, but he was already back in his office, his door slamming for the second time that day.

You wanna kiss the girl

A week passed, and you hadn't come back to work yet. Hotch wasn't sure what to do with himself. He hated what he did.

The team was confused, Rossi kept sending him angry glances, and your empty desk was haunting him.

And then, Jack asked that question. The question that broke him just a little more.

"Why doesn't Miss Y/n come over anymore daddy?" He had asked one night at dinner.

He didn't know how to answer. "Does she not love us anymore?" His eyes were big and glossy like he was going to cry. He decided not to lie to his son.

"Daddy made a mistake and Miss Y/n is just a little sad right now." Jack didn't understand what was happening, but he wanted to help fix it. His dad had been so sad these past couple of weeks and it made him sad. 

"Daddy, you have to say sorry! And you have to do what the song says!" Hotch looked at his son confused. What song?

"What song buddy?" He asked, pulling his son into his lap.

"You know, you have to kiss the girl!" He giggled like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"The little mermaid song?" He asked, smiling at his son's innocence. 

"Yes, remember, you and Y/n were sitting on the couch before you left for work, and you were going to kiss her!" Hotch looks shocked, Jack was awake for that?

"Um, buddy. Me and Y/n aren't together." He sighed as his son deflated.

"But why? You love her. And she loves you." He spoke, confused as to what was happening.

"Um.." Hotch drew a blank. He couldn't give this little boy an answer. Not when it was his fault. Not when he was the one that had said no. 

It was a mistake, a huge mistake. He should have just told you.  Why hadn't he?

He should have kissed you.

The first time, or the second time. He should have told you that he loved you too. Was it too late? 

"Um, buddy, you know what? It's time for bed." Hotch put his son to sleep and called Rossi, asking him to come over.

He prayed he wasn't too late. Rossi showed up at his door 20 minutes later.

"Hotch-" but he knew.

"I know, I'm an idiot. But I have to go tell her I love her too." He was rushing, grabbing his keys.

"Atta boy Aaron." Was all Rossi said as Hotch ran out the door, jumping in his car.

He was sure he was going faster than the speed limit, but he couldn't care less. He needed to see you, and to be with you. To tell you that he loved you.

His car was barely parked when he jumped out and ran up to your door, banging on it.

You heard the noise wondering who would come over so late. You were shocked to find Hotch there as you opened the door.

There, you see her, Sitting there, across the way

She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her

"Y/n." Was all he said. You slammed the door in his face.  He began banging his fist in the door and you threw it open, again.

"Leave Hotch." 

"Please, Y/n, just hear me out." He begged. You hesitated, but moved to the side letting him in. You shut the door softly.

Yes, you want her, Look at her, you know you do

Possible she wants you too, there is one way to ask her

"What do you want, Hotch? What more could you possibly want?" He shook his head, holding his tears at bay.

"Aaron." He spoke quietly.

"What?" 

"Please, it's Aaron." 

"Agent Hotchner. You need to leave." But he didn't leave. He stood there and stared at you. 

"I'm so sorry Y/n." 

"Hotch, seriously, I can't do this. I can't." You tried to keep those tears in, you were tired of crying over him, but there was no point. You felt then slip down your face.

Words weren't working, he had already said enough. But he remembered Jacks words. 

The song.

Now's your moment, Boy, you better do it soon, no time will be better

She don't say a word and she won't say a word, Until you kiss the girl

He stepped forward and brought his hand up to your face. He leaned in slowly, and brought your lips to his. 

Your heart stopped, and you kissed him back desperately. You had wanted this for so long. You had waited for so. Damn. Long.

"Your so stupid." You murmured against his lips. He pulled away gasping for air.

"I know" his voice was beautiful.

You've gotta kiss the girl, Go on and kiss the girl

He leaned in again, kissing you like his life depended on it. He gently ran his thumb across your cheek as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you forward. He broke away a moment later.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I was an idiot. I love you." A tear escaped his eye, and you brushed it away. "I dont expect you to forgive me. I wouldn't forgive me if I was you. I was awful, and I never should have lied and said I didn't love you too. I shouldn't have pushed you away."

"Why did you?" He hesitated, he wasn't sure you would understand.

"The last time I let someone in my heart, she left. And then she got hurt because of me. I couldn't risk that happening to you." He shook his head.

"Oh Aaron. I'm not leaving. I don't ever want to leave you. I love you too much to leave." You paused. "And you can't hide and be scared to open your heart. Its okay to let people in." You added softly and he gave you a smile.

You both stood there in blissful peace, your foreheads touching. He chuckled and you looked at him confused.

"What?"

"I kissed the girl." You just grew more confused.

"What are you talking about?" You asked humor in your voice.

"The song. Jack said I had to do what the little mermaid song said." You understood then and began giggling. 

"Maybe, maybe you should do it again." You suggested, a smile on your face.

"Hmm, maybe I should." And he leaned in again for another breathtaking kiss.

.....................

"And that is how me and your dad got together." Your three kids sat in front of you listening in awe. 

"Wow, so Jack is why he finally told you he loved you?" Your middle child, Tommy asked. Jack laughed as he stood up, tapping your shoulder as he towered over you. 

"You could say that." Aaron said from the doorway, you turned, smiling at your husband. 

"Yeah, sure." You giggled and ruffled Jack's hair as you picked up your nine year old daughter, Jenna. Who, in all honesty, was almost too big to be picked up.

"Mommy, can you tell us that story every night?" She asked, and you smiled. 

"Of course I can sweat pea. But now, its bed time." You tucked in your kids, giving them each a kiss on the forehead before joining your husband in your room.

You plopped on the bed and curled up into his side.

"Hi sweetheart." He greeted you with a kiss, and he pulled you into his side. "You know, you didn't need to make me sound so…" he couldn't quite find the word.

"Stupid? Clueless? Dumb?" You asked, giggling as he began digging his fingers into your side, tickling you. 

"St-stop. Aaron!" You shrieked and he let up, but not before plopping on top of you. He began peppering kisses all over your face.

"I'm glad you finally told that story. Jenna has been begging for weeks" Your youngest had watched the little mermaid a couple of weeks ago and Jack had made a comment about one of the songs. Jenna had heard one word and was begging for us to tell her our "falling in love story", as she put it. 

You had finally given in and told them, and they had loved every moment of it. Jack of course had already known, having witnessed it. 

But Jenna and Tommy had loved hearing how their parents had fallen in love. 

And a week later when you walked in the living room you were filled with a sense of nostalgia as you saw Jack with Jenna in his lap, as Tommy and Aaron sat on the couch next to them. Watching, of course, the little mermaid. You plopped next to Aaron, smiling. 

As Kiss The Girl started playing.

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Inu!Bakugo...for @ultimate-astridwriting's Hybrid collab!

Summary: My part of the hybrid collab. I had so much fun writing an angry Pomeranian Bakugo. 10/10 would do again. I'm not completely happy with it but who ever is? I'm still proud of myself!

Word count: 2.2k.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Bakugo being an ass, sexual content, somnophilia, collars, choking, humping, creampie, name calling (bitch, slut, whore etc.), use of the word cunt.

You sigh as you rummage around in your pocket to produce the key to your home. After a long day's work all you want to do is get some dinner, take a bath and go to bed but none of those things would be possible would they?

No, not after the spur of the moment decision to adopt a hybrid of all things. The week earlier was one of torrential downpours and near freezing temperatures, the roads making a slushy substance of half-melted ice and salt to prevent the very thing it was being mixed in with. People stayed indoors the best they could when they weren't at work but life had to shit on you and make your car breakdown in the parking garage. Umbrella rested on your shoulder, rain boots on your feet with your spare in your bag and you trudged through cold, mushy hell back home. The streets were barren as a Walmart on a weekday at 4am, no life passing by you until you crossed an alley between two businesses. A pathetic whimper had caught your attention and your gaze drifted down to a soaked cardboard box. What was in that box you weren't sure if you should curse or love. A hybrid.

Narrow red eyes stared at you in suspicion, fangs bared at you but the creature didn't make any attempts to nip at your fingers when they neared to ruffle the spikey head of hair. The hybrid had leaned into your touch before recoiling away as if you had smacked him. The black and orange collar had seen better days, the charm that dangled on the hollow of his neck read "Dynamite" but he didn't give any indication that was his name when you repeated it outloud. He was barely dressed in anything, a thin t-shirt, shorts with ragged Converse that had more holes than Swiss cheese. Truthfully he looked a few days away from starvation and how could you keep that on your conscience if you left him there? After laying your warm coat over his shoulders you somehow, someway, managed to get him back to your place. Everything went downhill from there in the blink of an eye.

The weak puppy persona was gone the moment warm food settled in his belly and within the hour he acted as if you had crowned him king of the house. Beginning his rambles of curses, demands and biting at your fingers. The worst of it happened when you tried to take his collar off for a new one, one that wasn't frayed and barely hanging on. "Katsuki" as he spat out his name with enough venom to put a Black Mamba to shame had flipped over a coffee table, ripped up every couch cushion and went so far to chew on the linoleum on the kitchen floor.

No doubt you'd be greeted with the same sight as always. Messy, dirty, unknown stains everywhere and dishes still in the sink waiting to be moved to the washer. Maybe if he wasn't such a loud ass you could train him but your frazzled nerves were at their wits end. You didn't know what to do, you were about to throw in the towel and put him up for adoption. Yep, you were disappointed to be proven right. Katsuki reclining on the couch lengthwise, remote in his hand with the most bored expression on his face while idly flipping through channels.

"Fucking finally, you're home! I've been waitin' for fucking hours for your ass to get back! I'm hungry, get your shitty ass in the kitchen and make dinner." He barked. Barely giving you any time to hang up your coat and slip off your shoes before his orders began.

"Katsuki...I can't, not tonight." Could your voice portray anymore pleading? Apparently not because he didn't seem to notice, or care.

The fluffy ear at the top of his head only flicked in response, the top lip curling into his signature snarl. "Then what the fuck are you good for? Get your fucking ass in that god damn kitchen and fucking make dinner already."

All that you were good for? All that you were good for? How dare he! He's been freeloading off you for a week now without so much as a thanks for saving him from the streets, feeding him, clothing him, keeping him warm and dealing with his bullshit and this is how he repays you?

"I've fucking had it with you!" Your voice rose higher than you meant to but at this point you didn't care, a line had been crossed. "You fucking sit there and ruin my shit and yet I'm the useless one? I have half a mind to kick you out! You can make your own fucking dinner, I've had it! I'm done! I can't take this anymore!"

Despite not having any clunky shoes on your feet still managed to resonate in the small living room while you stormed past the couch. You had expected anything, anything at all. A slap, a punch, a groan, literally anything but you were met with only silence and that somehow pissed out off even more. How could silence be so infuriating?! You didn't even notice the terror that washed over his face as you screamed at him or the way his chest heaved with the sob or how he trembled underneath your wrathful gaze as you walked away. The bedroom door slamming made short work of that.

"Fuck I'm such an ass.." You mused to yourself already regretting blowing up at him but what would an apology do that wasn't already broken? So better yet why not send yourself to bed without dinner as some kind of punishment? He'd linger at the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you with those intense eyes if you made dinner anyways so why let him win? He could his own shit for fucks sake!

After a quick shower to dethaw your bones and warm up what was left of your dead soul the softness of your pajamas helped ease the guilt gnawing away like a puppy on its first bone. Laying in bed until sleep eventually overcame you and when he knew it was safe to slip in and sneak over towards your bedside.

Rustling was what woke you. The rustling of clothes and the jingle of something metallic in the darkness of the bedroom. Whatever grogginess you normally suffered when waking up was vanishing the more details were dissected and understood by your half-asleep brain, a process that took an embarrassingly long time. Clothes rustling, the bedsheets moving, heavy pants and something incredibly warm nudging up against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Naturally your brain assumed the worst and your eyelids flew open to show nothing; at first. As your eyes adjusted to the pitch black room they found the blazing stare of those vermillion eyes, the bared fangs that belonged to your hybrid.

What the hell was Katsuki doing on top of you?

Noticing that you were awake the snarl turned into a smirk as he huffed, his large chest expanding with each desperate pant. Why did your folds feel so good just as you were waking up?

"Feel that?" How could you not? The feel of a scorching cock bumping up your folds and sensitive clit, wet from the pre leaking from the tip. There was so much of it from what you could feel, too sticky to be your own. His hips had yet to cease moving, no word from your shocked form to still his rutting hips.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" Was the most logical question your brain could come up with in the moment.

"Humping...fucking dumbass." His warm breath created goosebumps on your cool skin, his head must've been so close to yours by the hair tickling your forehead. "Tryin'ta...help ya. Shitty woman.."

"Help? How the fuck is this helping?"

"You've been working so hard so I thought maybe...a good fuck would calm ya down, relax ya." Katsuki's voice was so desperate, so needy, the humping of his cock on your labia increasing.

He was trying to help? He was going to fuck the frustration out of you? Is that was he was offering? Having sex with a hybrid was common enough to not be considered taboo but you couldn't help but feel he was trying to worm his way into your good graces. Unless your words had struck some kind of cord with him. "Okay, alright, I'll let you help."

"Fuck yeah!"

With that the head of his cock nudged against your cunt, already spread and waiting for him. How long had he been doing this for? The burn of the stretch was delicious, he was just big enough to fill you up but not hurt. Settling right up to kiss the tip of your cervix when he bottomed out. His hands grip at your thigh and hip, pulling his back to slam his cock right back into you. Over and over, over and over, over and over. Practically using you as a fleshlight to get himself off but damn if it didn't feel good, him bouncing you on his cock so roughly each thrust was sending the headboard against the wall.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck, Katsuki!" Your hands pat around and eventually find his biceps and you cling on for dear life, your nails digging crescent shaped markings into his skin.

"Yeah, yeah...you like this form of stress relief, don'tcha you dirty slut?" Undoing the collar around his neck the frayed cloth of the strap is tied around your neck, the buckle clamping down tightly to constrict your airflow while two fingers slip under it to pull and tug. "You're my dirty fucking slut! Mine...mine...mine...mine, fucking mine!"

Your fingers trailed down the tiny amount of space between your bodies down to the precious, neglected nub between your legs. Barely able to wiggle your index and middle finger down there from the rabid fucking you were receiving to circle the bundle of nerves and send yourself over the edge. Each clap of your thighs smacking against each other forcing your hate for his behavior ebbing away. If he was going to act like this all the time how could you kick him out?

"F-fuck! Gonna cum...fucking cum..cum for me. Cum with me!" Katsuki snarled as the pressure around your throat increased. Your hand was smacked away from your clit and was replaced with the large pad of his thumb, frantic circles sending your body into a writhing mess of flails and kicks.

The orgasm that had been steadily building from your ministrations had been ripped away and replaced with one quickly approaching to push you over the edge. The white hot pleasure-coil that formed underneath your belly button snapped and all of it coursed through your system in one go. Paralyzing your body for a split second as you squirted all over the hybrids cock, his still rubbing hand sending the liquid everywhere. Coating his thighs, your thighs and the bed underneath you.

"Fucking fuck! Such a whore, such a dirty girl for me! Oh my fucking g-god!" One last slam of his hips and his own body stilled, burying his cock deep inside your cunt to shoot his cum deep in your womb. He stuttered before his body collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his sweaty muscles.

Bathing in the afterglow, coming down from your high you could've sworn you heard something. Mumbling, soft mumbling too indistinct to understand. Katsuki's head laying on your shoulder, his nose brushing along your collarbone and was he laying kisses here and there? No, you must've been seeing things. Still buried to the hilt he turned his head to speak, his fluffy ears perked and his tail gently swishing behind him. The sudden light from your phone illuminated the room, casting light on Katsuki's face and the sight made your breath hitch in your throat. Clearly he had been crying. Tear stains streaked down his cheeks, brows knitted together and the same lost look he had plastered on his face appeared again.

"Please, please don't kick me out. I'll do anything, please...please don't abandon me. Not again." His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he hid his face in your neck. Voice breaking, shoulders trembling, the verge of crying all over again quickly approaching.

Your heart broke and you returned the favor by hugging him around the shoulders, a hand carding through his hair to soothe him. Had he been abandoned? Did his previous owners not like him? Was all his aggressiveness some kind of defense mechanism? Was he giving you a reason to kick him out to keep himself from experiencing that kind of pain again? Oh, poor baby. "Never again...just don't destroy things anymore, okay? Help me around the place a little more will ya?"

"Yes." Katsuki snuggled on top of you. Finally believing he had a real home with you, a place where he could belong. "....Master."

[toonblabbers]

Balls to the Walls Random Headcanons

A/N: Just trying to flex and expand my writing with other characters: Ace Edition - Ushijima, Iwaizumi, Aran, Hoshiumi, Asahi, Yamamoto and Sakusa!

I didn’t write about my big sexy himbo Bokuto because my blog is like almost 90% him

This contains some mentions to smut so hey: minors DNI! Thanks!

 Ushijima:

Service top with a dash of Dom. Got a big cock but he doesn’t know what to do with it so please help him out.

Had one (1) partner before you and they told him he can be too rough so now he’s the literal definition of Gentle Giant. Again tell him what to do and how you like it

He on the other hand…Well he’s got a hard body from years of strength and endurance training. He has very specific spots where he’s super sensitive, but he’s easily embarrassed about them

One spot is right behind his earlobe. Sit in his lap, pinch his ear and gently rub it between your fingers. The sight of Ushi’s eyes fluttering closed as his breathing picks up is truly a sight to behold

Another spot is his wrist; stare him in the eyes and kiss his wrist before a match to have his knees quake a little and shorts feel a little tighter

Actually loves to discover new kinks with you. He finds it more romantic than having a quiet dinner with you in an expensive restaurant

Can be a big ole needy baby during the off season of volleyball. Tugging on your shirt when you leave the bed, follows you into the bathroom, stands behind you in the kitchen or when you’re doing laundry. He’s not vocal with his words but more with his body

Don’t tease him though; it’s still a very new feeling for him to express

 Iwaizumi

Hates fighting with you but loves to pull you close and soothe you with a hot kiss

Has big Dom Daddy energy, but there are a few ways to make him start to crumble under you touch

If you use any piece of clothing to pull him in closer to you like his collar, his tie when he wears one, or his belt. Lean in like your gonna kiss him, stare at his lips then his eyes and then just walk away like nothing happened. You bet your sweet ass he’s gonna follow you to get that kiss

Another way that he refuses to admit he likes: play with his nipples. He’s got some fairly big and dark nipples compared to his friends and they get hard easily. Brush your fingers over them when you lean in to kiss and he’s got diamonds poking through his polo shirt

One way that he will admit is ass play. Now he’s not ready to full on take a cock in his ass, but things like your fingers, anal beads, or a vibrator? Makes him practically cum on the spot

Loves it when you get rough on him. Not like in a “I’m gonna slap you” kind of way but in the “grab him by the hair and demand he fucks you properly when he’s taking it too slow” kind of way

His cock pulsing hard inside of you and his eyes dilating is a dead giveaway of how much he loves it

 Aran

Admittedly, he doesn’t have a monster dong (sorry not sorry, not all fucking black guys have a big cock so stop fetishing it thanks – from a black woman) but it does have a nice curve to it

He’s a disgusting romantic so full on he will bust out the candles, the rose petals, and the silk robe waiting on the bed for you. He saw it in a movie once as a kid and wanted to try it ever since

He so cute though because since he is a big romantic, he’s always cooking you breakfast and singing a little song in the morning for you. He even does a little dance while carrying the tray off food just to see you smile in the morning

He’s also such a soft Dom dude. Admittedly a little scared to try an bottom for you but man does he make you feel loved when he’s in between your legs

Loves to hold your hands or hold you close when he cums. Wants you to feel how his whole body shudders because of how good you make him feel

Big ole cuddle bug so it’s best to have some towels and water bottles by the bed cause neither of you are moving unless he says so

He’s a man a of quality and not quantity, so yeah you guys only go one round of sex cause he’s bone tired after he cums. That doesn’t mean he can’t make you cum multiple times though

Hoshiumi

 A short King. We stan (I’m 5’9 so he’s short to me)

He is a meeeeessy boi dude like if ya’ll in a hurry to fuck, he’ll quickly slobber all over you and use as much spit as he needs to slide home. Loves how tight you are, but he’s careful enough to make sure it doesn’t hurt you…..too much

Loves. To. Fuck. You. Both. Dumb.

Did you just cum? Well he’s not stopping until he cums. Did he just cum? Well he’s not stopping until you cum. Wants to keep it equal

Please sit on his face. He loves it. And if you play with his balls like rolling them in your hands and squeezing them? He’s whining and panting while eating you out like a mad man

He adores it when you play with his hair when you’re cuddling. Just don’t be surprised if he starts humping against you. It just feels so good

He’s very competitive so god help you if you’re with his friends and they start talking about their sex stories.

If there’s a friend there (Hinata) that talks about the kind of kinks they do with their partner and it’s something you guys haven’t tried before? Guess what’s on the list tonight

 Asahi

God just hold him. He needs it. Another one that's is a great service top for someone who loves to lead from the bottom (me @ me)

Not the biggest set in the world but he's got passion so sex is almost always soft and sweet

He's still hot in his own ways like the way his deep grunts start to turn into softest and sweetest moans

Or the way he stares at you; eyes swirling between lust and loves with tears threatening to spill

Please don't be mean to him unless he asks. It's evident that he holds a lot of insecurities and he's trying his best for you. Love and dote on him because his aftercare is top tier

Even if you guys don't do anything special or crazy. Just some straight vanilla sex, he always makes sure that you're comfortable before you go to bed

Also he helps you establish a nightly routine with him so what's not to love about that?

Yamamoto

SIMP ALERT. Be ready for one of the LOUDEST simps out there. 

I'm talking a bigger simp than all the setters for Hinata or all the captains for Daichi

You can fit so much passion and respecting people juice into this boy right here

I don't see him being a wild boy but if you're into it then so is he. Want him to spank you? He's gonna ask how hard baby.

However if you want to do something that he seems a bit hesitant on, he’s gonna try to be overconfident with everything. Make sure you talk to him and make sure you have a solid agreement with with him. Communication is key with him!

He's a little sloppy and lazy with his aftercare but you know what, it's always fun with him

I don't know much about him but he gives off that vibe of a man that runs on pure fiery passion and motivation. Like if he’s feeling like loving on you tonight? Be ready to not do a damn thing cause youre gonna be his precious pillow gem (idk if there's a gn term for ‘pillow princess’)

Sakusa

Ooof. Where do I begin with this beautiful man. Pretty body with a pretty cock to match for starts

He’s sexy man but he has these cute little moles all over his body. He personally doesn’t like them but please kiss each one even the one on his butt. He may not voice it but he loves it so much

He will gladly do the same for you; kissing you every part of your body that you may not like about yourself.

Doesn’t have a high sex drive, but when he’s in the mood, damn you better clear your plans. He believes in both quantity AND quality so you will be thoroughly fucked out when he’s done with you

I see him as the kind of dom that goes for the kind of pleasure that benefits you both. Not a selfish lover but also not an absolute giver like the others

Yeah there are nights where he wants to treat you but others nights he’s gonna make you work for it

Tagging: @hiddenbluee, @kou-taro, @justcoffeewithoutcaffeine​

[scarlettriot]

For All The Uterus Owners

What the MHA boys do to make you feel better during that time of the month when you are in absolute PAIN!

Warning: 18+ content below the cut. Mentions of sexy times. And period things, obviously. Mild cursing. 18 and under DNI

A/N: Yes, I am projecting. No, I don't care a single bit.

Midoriya

. This man knows your cycle better than you do!

. It might seem annoying but Midoriya just uses all the knowledge he's gathered to make it this time as comfortable as it possibly can be.

. During the days leading up to your period, he will stock up on all your favorite snacks, make sure the heating pad is easily accessible and he buys pain meds in bulk!

. Throughout your period, Midoriya will do little things to make your day easier.

. He'll always make sure you have a glass of water because hydration is important.

. He will throw your towel in the dryer while you shower so it's warm when you're done.

. Absent minded massages for your shoulders, feet, legs, chest. Things like that.

. "I just want you to be as comfortable as you can, doll."

. He knows when your worst days are and will do whatever he can to make them less painful. If you're irritable and want him to fuck off, he will. If you want cuddled until you're sick of him, he'll do that too!

. Hero work will come up but he does his best to check in with you in case you need him to bring anything home.

. The one thing he hasn't ever been too comfortable with is sex during this time. He's tried, poor man really has but he just cannot.

. But, he knows how much it can help SO! Whatever toys you want, he'll get them. You want dirty talk or phone sex, he'll be at the top of his game! Anything to help you, during this time, he doesn't give a single crap about his own pleasure.

. He will pounce on you the moment it's over though and I hope you didn't plan on walking anywhere in the days that follow.

Bakugo

. He might seem like he doesn't pay attention to these things but the man knows.

. He doesn't think about picking up pain meds or putting new batteries in the heating pad but without fail, you can find your favorite snack well stocked just before you're due to start.

. It might have taken him some getting used to but Bakugo has come to the decision (begrudgingly) that while you're on your period YOU are the one who gets to be full of sass and attitude.

. He does try his best to temper his anger around you during this time. He has his slip-ups but he's trying to not make you more irritable than you already are.

. That doesn't mean he lets you get away with shit though.

. You're still drinking that water he's brought you.

. You have to eat something other than sweats and salty treats.

. You're also are not allowed to miss that meeting for work.

. If you're cuddling, he will pop off tiny little explosions to heat his palms and rest them over your lower abdomen, your back, or your chest. Whatever is aching.

. If you suggest a little sexy time might help relieve a certain ache he'll be more than happy to aid you. But, HE will only suggest it if you're being particularly sassy, complaining too much.

. "Cramps bothering you? Bet I can make you forget about 'em."

. Bakugo will take it as a personal challenge to make you forget about the pain your damn uterus is causing you. The only one allowed to make you feel sore is him, damn it!

Todoroki

. This poor guy...

. Todoroki obviously knew what periods were, he has a sister but he didn't KNOW about them until he lived in the dorms of UA. (I headcanon that Ochaco had very, very bad cramps one day and missed training and when he asked Midoriya why she didn't go to Recovery Girl to fix it they decided it was time for an educational meeting).

. They're still a mystery to him for the most part. He knows they hurt you, make you double over in pain sometimes and it's not the kind of pain that can be healed through a quirk.

. He knows you like certain foods and that snuggling against his warm side makes you feel better.

. With his father's credit card, he will buy you whatever food you like. Tell you to book a day at the spa or whatever it is that will make you feel better.

. He's shocked you don't usually accept his offer and would rather just stay in, cuddling against him instead. Not that he minds after a long day of hero work.

. Todoroki will regulate his heat until you are comfortable, you practically pulling his leg across you and using him as your personal heating pad.

. "This can't be comfortable for you. Please, let me just get you something that's meant to help you."

. He has a hard time understanding that he is your favorite and that this actually is comfortable.

. You'll have to explain to him there are other things only he could do to help you too...you'll really have to explain it to him too.

. He's willing to give you what you need though as long as it gets rid of some of your pain.

. He is going to suggest doing it in the shower though, hoping to avoid making too much of a mess.

Kaminari

. Yeah, I think Kaminari is too scatterbrained to actually remember when your time of the month is. He picks up on the subtle changes in your mood quickly though when it's coming.

. When he does realize though, he's at the store that very day throwing literally EVERYTHING and ANYTHING in the cart that even has the possibility of making you feel better.

. From food to medication, to stuffed animals, to video games, to board games... it's all going in the cart.

. This is how you ended up with the life-sized teddy bear that now sits in the corner of your room...

. Take-out happens every single night. He'd try and cook if you asked him but you know that's probably safer to just let him be generous and order in.

. Big time promoter of snuggles!

. Big time promoter of period sex!

. "It helps! Or, that's what I've been told... I'm just sayin' we could give it a shot!"

. And it did help. Because of that, it is now one of the first things he suggests doing when you are even just a smidge irritable.

. You can chuck the life-sized bear at him. He won't take it personally.

. It might come off as annoying but, he does everything he can to get you feeling wonderful again. Expending all his efforts on you. Doing everything he can to be a buzzy distraction and get you to smile.

Kirishima

. Not nearly as detailed as Midoriya is but also not as aloof as Bakugo. Kirishima cares about you and your health and he sure as hell isn't afraid to show it.

. He'll take a peak where he knows you store your feminine products a few days before you're due to start and then go out to the store to pick up anything you might be running low on. You seriously haven't had to buy anything for yourself. He learned after like two months of dating.

. While there, he will also make sure you have plenty of snacks as well as actual food for meals because keeping your energy up is just as important as making sure you're comfortable.

. When he isn't off being the sturdy hero he is, he's your comfort hero at home.

. Wrapping you both up in the heated blanket, he has to stick a leg out so he doesn't overheat but he'll be damned if he gives up cuddles just because he's a little warm.

. During this time, Kirishima will do everything he can to make sure you aren't lifting a finger! He's had cramps before, in his legs and arms from working out and his several growth spurts, he can't imagine how you deal with them month after month!

. He'll offer to do just about anything for you normally but that goes double when it's your time of the month.

. Massages are his favorite way to help you though. They usually always turn into something more not that either of you complains.

. He will let you take the lead every single time.

. "Just tell me what I can do to help. Whatever you need, pebble, just tell me."

. That statement is always said multiple times over the course of your period but with different contexts.

. Going to the store, running you a bath, getting medicine from the pantry, dicking you down until you're speechless... you know, whatever you need.

[pikapikapikaachuu]

Train to Busan

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Week 1

"Lee know stop I swear to god. I suck at running!"

"Don't lie! You ran so fast even I. N couldn't catch up remember? "

"Look you wouldn't even notice when I do it! "

"But it's so thick" Lee know stomped his feet whining and all the fear you ever had of him vanished in a second.

"That's what she said" Hyunjin said as he laid relaxing on the couch watching the older one run for his life.

"Shut up and catch him Hyunjin" you yelled from the end of the couch

"I ll kill you Hyunjin " yelled Lee know more louder from the other end.

Hyunjin could only throw his hands up in defeat.

You took a deep breath pinching your nose you don't even know how long it's been since this cat and dog game started but surely it was past thirty minutes now. You couldn't understand how the same man who could kill anyone mercilessly can be so scared of needles? Just a minute and you ll get enough blood for the test.

" fine. I ll offer you one last deal. If you still say no screw you I'm going to stab that needle in your hand."

"that's more mafia like yn" said I. N approaching you with the syringe and tube. Yes you allowed him to call you by your name after he asked but you don't know yet whether it was a unwise decision or not because of his already manly Physique you now feel as if he's the same age as you.

"no offer of yours will please me yn because l was a con man before -"

"soonie" you cut him off. "I ll take soonie to a grooming Parlour."

"the next vet appointment too?" he asked raising his eyebrows

"yes but only one"

"fine then do it " he pushed Hyunjin to the side and sat on the couch extending his hand out.

You kneeled down inserting the tube in the syringe pulling out transparent protection.

"ready?" you asked rolling up his sleeves

"ready. He said timidly but then

" AHHHH STAB ME COMON STAB ME AHHH"

"my ears are bleeding hyung" yelled Hyunjin covering his ears

It took a moment for you to recover from the sudden tantrum thrown by the eldest in the room. I. N bend over covering your ears for you not before whispering "aren't I stronger than him" he chuckled. For a second the sound of him hit you like a wave but you soon relaxed under his touch.

Week 2

"No I can't please " you breathlessly said laying on the floor.

"Yn just one round more, come on I know you can keep up with me"

"no binnie~" you whined trying to do it but your arms ached to much.

"wait I'm done I ll help you"

Holding your legs tightly he sat up in front of you.

"yn you did 60 crunches last week just 5 more."

Your back was sweaty and started to stick to the pink mat he bought for you. All the big gym equipment they had made you feel smaller in size every night you came for training.

"ahhh" gaining all your strength you picked up your upper body just when someone poked a finger on your forehead pushing you Down again "practice hard~" he teased in his sleeves workout tee.

"no I'm done! bin, if I didn't complete, its because of I. N" you got up grabbing a towel and rubbing it over your sweaty face.

"do I distract you?" he asked with a mischievous smile but you only rolled your eyes too tired to retort. You looked at I. N getting ready for his session and then at Changbin, both completely different versions of being "ripped". It shocked you because you never worked out with I. N.

"yn you're still here. Lee know wouldnt like you coming late to him." said Changbin picking up another dumbell.

"yeah I'm leaving" you picked up your stuff moving very slowly.

"close the door while going ynnie" I. N teased his eyes on your every moment.

You rushed out "that little bitch" you cured under your breath.

Week 3

"yn be careful" Han's worried voice called you out.

"shut. Up. Han." you said dodging the punching bag while hitting it with forceful punches.

"Ok okay that's enough, get in the ring let's start sparring"

Ducking under the red material you roll inside and -

"watch out!" han yelled while throwing a punch in your direction.

"no! I can't watch out if you come out of nowhere"

"your enemy won't tell you in advance and come now would they?"

"ugh your the worst sparring partner ever" you got in the position knees bent hands in front and han did the same.

"you know I was the #1 best sparring partner on hitmeslowly.net?"

"oh my god is the website as real as your rank?"

"yeah it is. Now recite your moves so I know you're just not dancing" he gave a fake smile. And you growled in annoyance. "ok one two upper back spin and elbow."

" yeah! Good girl! "he cheered

" say that one more time and I ll pretend to forget this is a spar"

Week 4

"that's right! Just like that! Nope! No! Why!?" Lee know yelled at the top of his voice he always does that. His motto to teach you gun firing was practice. With only one stimulation where he led your hands and shot a bulls eye. Your first one. And as much as you want to do it again you also don't want the distance between you two to close, his dominent figure towering over you.

Both of you removed the headphones. "yn 2 out 5 really? Did you or did you not practice while I was gone?"

"I had to bring back your test reports from the lab"

"oh please that was so unnecessary of chan to order you. I'm completely fine"

"oh yeah? Is that why your report shows you need to lessen red meat consumption?"

"what? no I eat it just fine"

"youre high in cholesterol and saturated fats Lee know!"

"did you just call me fat!?"

"no! Its-"

"do it until you get all 5 bull's eyes!" he put on his headphones on and you followed picking up the gun again. Chin down extending your left arm taking a deep breath you shoot. Bull's eye.

"see how simple was that. Now we can both go and sleep."

"thanks and yes finally."

Week 5

You were in the kitchen making some stew contrasting perfectly to the chilly day you thought. But the tears rolling down your cheek couldnt stop. You picked up a clean kitchen towel wiping it away your eyes shut tight but everytime you opened them they shut again automatically. Hearing your sniffs from outside I. N rushed to your side holding you in his arms circling your back. You looked up at the him and he wiped the tear which was just about to fall from your cheek. Cupping your face gently he asked "what's wrong? "

"the onions -" you laughed as you saw the concerned look on his face turned into something more shook and then relaxed.

"it just stung so much. Too much sulfur"

You laughed again. An attempt to hide your embarrassment, you thought he would make fun of you but instead he got up and went to the counter holding the knife as he turned towards you "onion is the only vegetable I can cut without injuring myself accidentally. So call me the next time you need it".

You nodded but before you would answer him the phone rang.

"hey! Give the phone to yn!" the voice spoke in panic

"it is yn, Felix?" you guessed the owner of the voice.

"yeah yn get ready you have a job. We are bringing somebody in".

AN: im back! ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ Thank you for reading ! ♡︎ stay hydrated and safe:))

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘀: All you wanted was a vacation even if it was for a few days. When you get a leave from the hospital you think lucks on your side but what happens when life has other plans for you which includes jumping in the sea and get taken away by 8 good looking guys- of a MAFIA GANG all in just a night ?

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Turn Your Luck

Summary: After a day filled with bad luck and a series of unfortunate events, Natasha manages to turn your day around

Pairing: Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: None

Words: 6,167

When you woke up in the morning and smacked your big toe off your bed frame, you didn't even think twice of it. It sent a jolt all throughout your foot, but after a few swear words, you were already feeling a little better. You didn't bother making the bed you'd just stood up out of. All your life you'd reasoned that it wouldn't be 24 hours before you just messed it up again. You grabbed a towel and moved into the bathroom. The hot shower made you forget all about the sore toe you'd been sporting only a moment earlier.

You were feeling great when you stepped out of the shower. The warm water had always instilled comfort into your very bones even this early in the morning. You wiped some of the condensation off the mirror to brush your teeth. The tube of toothpaste was completely empty, and the drawer where you usually kept the new ones was also barren. You rolled your eyes at your own irresponsibility, before brushing your teeth without any toothpaste and then using some mouthwash to try and compensate for it. You stepped out of the bathroom.

You got dressed in your favourite white shirt and black pants before making your way into the kitchen. You tossed your phone onto the counter as you passed it on the way to the small kitchen table. You were after the fruit bowl, which was already needing a refill. There were still a few apples left, though, and you were expecting to have one for breakfast. You were mistaken. You pulled the empire apple out of the blue bowl to find the bottom had grown immensely soft and was clearly not in any condition to be eaten. You were disappointed but tossed it into the compost bin and moved on.

Humming a soft tune as you moved, you popped a pod into the single-serve coffee maker and pressed start. You were moving toward the fridge in no time when a strange noise caught your attention. You whirled to face the coffee maker. Instead of the steady stream of coffee you usually got, it was spraying the hot liquid like it was a shaken pop can. You jumped behind the small island, using it as a shield. Thankfully, you'd managed to keep your white shirt safe from the wrath of the coffee. When it stopped, you finally dared step back into the kitchen. The dark liquid was dripping down every nearby surface. You huffed, running some paper towel across the biggest surfaces quickly.

You gave up on the coffee. It seemed you weren't going to get it anyway. You glared at the machine as if it had intentionally smitten you. Instead, you reached into the fridge instead and poured a glass of orange juice for yourself. You sipped it before setting it back onto the countertop. When your phone buzzed and indicated an incoming message, you reached for it. Your elbow hit your glass and it fell onto its side. The orange liquid spilled off the counter and into your white shirt. You gave the mess the middle finger, tossing a dishtowel on it to soak it up, with the intention of actually cleaning it after work. You already had to clean the coffee up anyway.

Any attempt at breakfast was abandoned. After the three kitchen incidents combined, you were convinced you'd be better off heading to some drive-thru on the way to work. Now in a new blue shirt, you grabbed your bag and headed out your front door. You unlocked your car, slid into the driver's seat, and hit the ignition. The car sputtered for a few seconds, before refusing to start. You tried again, and then again, before groaning, taking out your frustration on the steering wheel in front of you. You stood up and stepped back out of the vehicle, slamming the door behind you with much more force than necessary.

Then, it was off to the bus stop. You headed down the sidewalk to the nearest one, pulling out your phone as you walked so you could check your app to find out when the next bus was coming. When you saw big red letters informing you that the bus was halted until further notice, though, you had to refrain from throwing your phone hard into the concrete. You supposed you should have had a little sympathy for those in the accident that had halted your bus, but you couldn't find it in yourself right then. Your morning was not going well.

It was a good thing you hadn't smashed your phone against the sidewalk. It was the only thing you could use to get you to work now. You switched apps and ordered an Uber to come to pick you up. When the driver arrived, you climbed into the back seat and gave him the address of your place of work. He nodded and pressed his foot down on the gas. Your eyes had been glued on your phone, but your gaze flickered at the driver's movement. He was adjusting the mirror and you were absolutely sure he'd angled it to face you a little better. You could have puked when you realized the creep was checking you out. You didn't say anything, at this point just wanting to get to work and be done with it.

You practically sprinted into the building when you arrived. Security didn't seem to mind your rush, having seen your face every day for over three years anyway. You hopped up the stairs two at a time, faster than the elevator would have been able to carry you anyway. When you reached the meeting room door you took a few seconds to catch your breath, not wanting to seem too flustered in your professional environment. When you finally pushed the door open, everyone was rising to their feet. Their eyes all darted up to glance at you. You smiled sheepishly.

"You're late."

"I know, I'm sorry." That was honest. You might have been frustrated, but you hadn't wanted to inconvenience any of your coworkers as well. "I've really had a rough morning."

Your boss nodded. "We've all had those days. I'll send you an email and give you a summary."

You thanked him and left the meeting room with everyone else. You trudged into your office, throwing your bag to the floor, and refraining from slamming the door behind you. You collapsed into your office chair and closed your eyes for a brief moment. But you didn't have time for that. The paperwork on your desk needed your attention. You gave it. The hours you spent on all the files, emails, and documents were the smoothest thing that had happened all day, even if it was mind-numbingly boring and felt absolutely endless. It might have been smooth sailing, but it didn't brighten your spirits at all.

When your phone rang, you reached out blindly until you felt your hand come in contact with it. You shuffled it until it was upright in your hand. You were so completely absorbed in the document that was displayed on your computer screen that you didn't even bother to look at your phone as you fumbled to slide the answer bar. Only when the incessant ringing had finally ceased did you know you'd successfully answered the call. You hesitated before you slowly raised the phone to your ear, eyes still scanning the lines in front of you.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Hun."

Immediately you regretted not checking the caller ID before answering the phone. You could have kicked yourself. In fact, the move was so ridiculously and incredibly stupid that you could have beaten yourself to a pulp. The voice on the other end of the line was familiar, completely unwelcome, and not a surprise after having the day that you were having. You turned away from the screen, resting your elbow on the desk and massaging the migraine that was beginning to form in your forehead. You sighed heavily, sure she heard it.

"Hi," you stated. "What?"

"Hun-"

"Please stop calling me that, I already asked you."

You had asked her that. Multiple times. You'd broken up months ago after she'd broken your heart. Catching her in bed with someone else had left you shattered and unsure if you could trust anyone. You'd been okay for a couple months now after some comfort and reassurance from your best friend, who you were having dinner with tonight. You glanced at the time. Your attention was unfortunately brought back to the girl on the phone, though, when she sighed your name as if she were the one who was hurt. She had no right to be hurt.

"I just-"

"I'm working," you finally said bluntly. "Is it urgent?"

"No. No, I'm sorry. I... I can call you tomorrow."

You wanted to snap and tell her not to bother, but you didn't. You just nodded despite her not being able to see it, said goodbye, and hung up. Once more you were faced with the urge to smash the stupid phone. Once more you fought it, instead shoving it into a drawer so you could ignore it and work on the mountains of paperwork you had to get through before your six o'clock reservations. You got back to it. Soon enough, the information was able to push your ex far from your mind. You didn't want to think about her anyway.

It felt like it had been eons since you'd arrived at work, and yet, according to the clock in the corner of your screen, you still had over an hour until your reservation. You might have slammed your head down onto the desk in front of you had two things not stopped you. The first was the migraine that was still throbbing in your head, and the second was the ringing of your office phone. Even though you knew she couldn't call you on here, you checked the caller ID before you picked up this time. It was the front desk.

"Hey, Tamara. What's up?

"There's someone here for you. She said you're going to miss your reservations."

"Reservations? It's only 4:45."

Tamara hesitated. "Daylight savings. It's 5:45."

You had entirely forgotten about that and even if you hadn't, you would have expected the computer would auto-update something like that. But you had forgotten, and the computer hadn't jumped forward, and now you were going to be late, and you still hadn't turned in the file that you'd promised to turn in today. You groaned in frustration, but transferred the file to a flash drive, shoved it into your bag, and left your office. Clearly, everyone else had remembered the time change, as the office was empty.

You cursed all of your coworkers in your head. You made for the elevator. When you stepped on and hit the button to bring you down to the lobby, you actually crossed your fingers. With your luck, all of the cables on the elevator would snap and you'd plummet all the way to the parking garage and die in a fiery explosion. Thankfully, your little gesture of luck seemed to work, for the doors slid open safe and sound in the lobby. As you stepped out, though, your bag hit the door, and the company ID snapped off and slipped in that tiny little crack between the elevator and the floor and out of sight. You cursed loudly.

You didn't dare shine your flashlight down the crack to try and see how far it'd gone; either your phone would have gone down after it out the doors would have slammed shut on either side of your skull. Neither of those things were a chance you were willing to take. You abandoned your ID and continued to the front desk, letting Tamara know what had happened. She nodded in understanding before pointing out your best friend, who had come to collect you after you'd let her know this morning that you'd taken an Uber to work. You approached her and tapped her shoulder.

"Hey," she said brightly.

"Hey, Nat."

Natasha Romanoff was the best thing to happen to you all day. She was your very best friend. Too, maybe you wanted her to be a little more. She was the most beautiful woman you'd ever laid eyes on, the red waves on her head only accentuating her emerald green irises, which sparkled when she smiled at you. That was only her physical beauty. Though she was, to most everyone that knew her, a tough, scary Avenger, you knew it was a façade. Natasha was the kindest, most generous, selfless, and caring person you'd ever had the pleasure of knowing.

"Tamara tells me you forgot about daylight saving time started last night."

"Shut up," you grumbled.

"Irritable because you lost an hour of sleep?"

"Nat," you said, already feeling bad for snapping at her. You rubbed your head. "I'm not having the greatest of days."

That was how your friendship with Nat was. You both understood that not every day was a good day. She tried to convince you not to compare, but you especially understood that. Natasha had been through hell on Earth when she was a child and you wished with every fibre of your heart that you could bear some of that for her. But you couldn't, and you were sure that if you could have, she wouldn't let you. So instead, you understood the bad days, and in turn, she did too. When you stated that today was one of those days, she turned to you with concern sparkling in those beautiful eyes.

"You okay?" She asked.

Your heart fluttered when her hand took yours.

It was a friendly gesture, of course, but you couldn't help but wish it otherwise. You wanted to hold her hand and have it not be just as a friend. You wanted to be able to intertwine your fingers with hers and squeeze her hand tight and feel that constant touch against her. You didn't want it to be friendly, you wanted it to be more. You wanted it to be so much more. You wanted to call her yours and for her to call you hers. But she was just a friend, and it was far better than nothing.

You hadn't always believed that someone could fall in love without some sort of a romantic relationship leading up to it. Now you realized it didn't need to be romantic. You and Natasha were close. You were closer than you'd ever been with anyone before. Because of that relationship, you knew you loved her. You were head over heels in love with her at this point, and you'd realized that a little while ago when you caught yourself fondly admiring her as she drummed her fingers against the table, deep in thought. It was a habit that had once had the ability to drive you up the wall.

"Hello?" She tried again. Her hand squeezed yours.

Your stomach flipped. "Yeah. I'm alright. Just waiting for my bad luck to run out."

"What happened?"

"What didn't happen?" You scoffed. "My fruit is all spoiled, my coffee maker broke, I spilled orange juice on my favourite white shirt, my car won't start, my bus wasn't running this morning, my Uber driver was a creep, I missed my meeting, I almost missed our reservations, I lost my ID badge and... she-who-must-not-be-named called."

Natasha's eyes darkened, her hand gripped yours tighter, and her gaze moved to meet yours. You took a chance and swiped your thumb over the back of her hand to try and get her to ease the tension out of her muscles. It seemed to work, as she relaxed a little. Her shoulders moved back down, the crease in her eyebrow lessened, she loosened her grip on your hand and exhaled carefully. She nodded in thanks, green eyes once against soft and gentle as she searched your eyes. You knew she was looking for any hint of you being upset. You weren't, though. You were with her.

Natasha hated your ex-girlfriend about a hundred times more than you did. She'd begged you to let her sneak over to her house at night and slash her tires and egg her house. You'd given that a firm no, not wanting Nat to get in any sort of trouble. It was Natasha's idea to never speak her name again, and to burn a bunch of photos and clothes that were left behind at your house. She'd gone so far as to have the bench you'd once carved your names into removed from the park and replaced with a brand new one... on Tony's Starks card, of course.

"What did she want?"

"Dunno. I told her I was busy," you actually laughed a little for the first time that day. "It wasn't exactly a lie. I was swamped today."

"Hey, if Fury is overworking you, I'll kick his ass."

Imagining Natasha kicking Nicholas Fury's ass was utterly amusing. You had no doubt she could, but Fury was a force. She'd kick his ass and the next day half of S.H.I.E.L.D. would be at her doorstep to retaliate. But he was a good boss. It wasn't his fault you'd procrastinated your own work for days. That was on you, and you knew it. So, you shook your head no, he wasn't overworking you. She seemed satisfied by that, but the topic of your ex wasn't dropped yet.

"Next time she calls you can direct her straight to me."

"Tasha, you won't answer."

"Damn right I won't."

You laughed again. It brought a smile to her face too.

With that, you continued on down the street without another word of she-who-must-not-be-named. You had almost reached the restaurant where Natasha had left the reservations when you stepped on something that most definitely was not concrete. If Natasha hadn't had your hand, your leg sliding out from underneath you would have left you on your ass. She held tight to your hand, her other arm catching you around the waist. You had to force yourself from blushing red as a tomato.

You glanced down at what you'd stepped in and could have punched someone. The white paint that was being used on the storefront had spilled onto the sidewalk and of course, you'd stepped in it in your new, black shoes. You scraped the bottom of it off on the sidewalk, grumbling all the while. Natasha had let go of your hand when you'd tugged it away from her to wipe the excess paint on the side of your shoe onto the post of the 'no parking' sign next to you. It was still ruined, but at least you'd gotten enough off that you wouldn't stain the restaurant's floor.

"You weren't kidding with the bad luck, huh?"

You shook your head no. You motioned onward, though. She got the hint, and you closed the distance between you and the restaurant. You shifted your bag on your shoulder as you stepped in, hoping they wouldn't notice the wet paint you were tracking onto their floors. If you managed in and out without them seeing, you'd be alright. It was New York City. You were sure people had walked in with worse things on the underside of their shoes.

You watched Natasha closely as she gave her name for the reservation. You hated how the host eyed her even more than you hated how your Uber driver had eyed you this morning. You didn't want anyone to eye her like that. You wanted to be the only one allowed to look at her like that. You knew you weren't, though. You ripped your gaze away from where it had been travelling along her jawline just in time for the host to arrive and lead you to your table. You sat across from her, keeping your eyes down and you collected your thoughts.

"What are you having?"

When you looked up, her eyes were trained on you. Her eyes were your absolute favourite part of her. They always shone so brightly, and so clearly expressed whatever she was feeling. They sparkled like they could see into your very soul and were so deep you could get lost in them for hours. Even the colour was perfect. They were that amazing shade of green that had very quickly become your favourite colour. You often found you'd been staring into them for a little longer than what might be considered normal. Now was one of those times. You looked back down at the menu.

"I'm not sure. Definitely a drink," you hummed. "Though I might get poisoned."

She rolled her eyes. "I don't think your luck is so bad that your assassin will choose to poison you today."

No, because she would protect you from anything. She always had. You might have been a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and perfectly capable of protecting yourself, but she was always stepping in front of you to defend you. You couldn't say you minded. You liked having her at your back. Some people had a physical location where they felt safe. You didn't. Natasha Romanoff was your safe place. When you were with her, you felt like nothing in the world could touch you. She wouldn't let anything hurt you, and you wouldn't let anything hurt her.

Soon enough the waitress was stepping up to your table and taking your order. You gave yours first, opting for a simple fettuccine alfredo. Natasha gave hers, unaware of the way you watched her lips moving as she talked. When the waitress left and she looked back to you, your eyes were cast toward the window, watching a young couple pass by, huddled close together in the cool March evening. When she called for your attention and you gave it immediately, looking over to her. She sipped her wine as you did.

"You said your car wouldn't start?" She said.

"Yeah. It keeps sputtering on and on."

"I'll drive you home and take a look at it tonight. I know a thing or two about cars."

It was a good thing she did, because you knew absolutely nothing about what was going on under the hood of the car. All you could think was that maybe the battery had died on you, but that wasn't possible. If you'd left the lights on, you would have been able to see it through the window in your bedroom the night previous, and you hadn't. There was no other reason the battery could have been drained. You'd driven the car yesterday from your house to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s New York location. You might not have known what the hell was wrong, but Natasha would figure it out in seconds. The thought of her bent over to study the underside of the hood made you shiver.

The image was pushed from your mind when the waitress returned with your food. She placed your pasta down in front of you and you thanked her politely. She set Natasha's down as well. The redhead smiled widely and after double-checking that everything was alright, the server left the two of you to your dinner. Natasha glanced up at you, a very amused smile playing on her lips. You knew exactly what it was about, too. You'd gotten the wrong order and said absolutely nothing of it. Honestly, you didn't really care. At this point in the day, you just wanted to eat.

"You could've said something," Natasha teased.

"It's nothing. I'm hungry and this is just as good."

"We can still say something."

"It's fine," you assured.

"Let's stop and buy you a couple hundred good luck charms on the way back to your place."

You laughed aloud.

Dinner was good, despite having gotten the wrong order. You suspected that was due to Natasha's presence. The two of you had been exchanging stores of the craziest missions you'd ever gone on. Of course, she was winning. She was an Avenger. Your missions as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent were anything but boring, but they didn't compare to the alien invasion last year that Natasha had been at the heart of. You'd been helping from the edges of the city, evacuating civilians and the like, but you suspected she'd killed hundred more of the Chitauri than you did: one.

Before long you'd both finished, and the empty plates were cleared away. The server returned to you with the bill. You made sure your card was out before Natasha could even think about trying to pay. They collected your card, and you gave Natasha a very smug little smirk. She only rolled her eyes and thanked you softly. You thought all was said and done when the server returned. You prepared to leave but she shook her head, signalling you to stop what you were doing. She reached out, handing you your card back. You took it.

"I'm afraid the transaction isn't going through."

It seemed that your bad luck had struck again. You were fully confident that there was enough money in your account. There had been last night when you'd checked it, anyway. Either you'd had the misfortune of your card deciding to kick the bucket while you tried to buy dinner for Natasha, or even worse, someone had gotten into your bank account and cleared it out. That thought made your heart drop into your stomach as you reached for your phone, hardly noticing Natasha pulling out her own credit card this time.

You prayed for one tiny bit of luck today. Your prayers went unanswered. You logged into your online banking to find that someone had managed to get your credit card number and had been online shopping all day. Your card had long hit its limit and you were already dreading the phone call you were about to have with the bank. You huffed as you set your phone down roughly on the tabletop. Natasha glanced over at you as the server took her card this time. She raised an eyebrow. You were sure smoke was billowing from your ears.

"Luck isn't turning yet?"

You didn't answer that. "Thanks for dinner, Natasha."

She laughed. When the server returned her card and wished you both a good evening, she took your hand and dragged you back out the doors onto the noisy streets of New York. She was leading you back to S.H.I.E.L.D., where you knew she must have left her bike. When you got there, she scanned her ID and brought you both down into the parking garage. She brought you right to the motorbike and lifted the helmet off from where it was hanging on the handlebars. She reached out and set it on your head, doing it up underneath your chin. Her fingers brushed your skin as she worked at the straps.

"Normally I would never condone riding without a helmet, but I only have one. This head," she said, rapping her knuckles twice against the helmet on your head. "Is much more important than mine."

"Is not," you laughed. "There's hundreds of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, but there's only six Avengers."

"And there's only one you," she insisted. "The helmet stays on that pretty little head of yours, and that's final."

That compliment seemed to awaken the butterflies in your stomach. They were still present when you both climbed onto the bike. They fluttered even more when Natasha told you to put your arms around her and hold tight. You could have stayed like this forever if she'd asked you to. You almost wanted her to ask you to, because you loved the ways your arms fit perfectly around her waist. Facing forward, she wasn't able to see the smile that was growing on your lips. Maybe all that bad luck was to make up for this.

Reluctantly, you took your arms off from around her when she pulled into your driveway. She put the kickstand down and took the helmet once you'd pulled it off and handed it back to her. You straightened out your hair a little bit in the reflection of your car window. Wordlessly, Natasha had moved to the hood of your car and tapped on the red paint to get your attention. You unlocked the car and popped the hood for her. She unhooked the latch and lifted it up, studying the inside carefully. That scene you'd been picturing earlier was coming true before your eyes.

"Start the car for me?"

You nodded. You dropped your bag on the doorstep, digging through the pockets until your hand had closed around your car keys. You withdrew them by tugging on the dinosaur keychain that Natasha had once given you after winning it at the arcade, where you'd spent hours at all the different games. You slid into the front seat, turning on the car when Natasha gave you the thumbs up. The car sputtered loudly. Then it made a sound you might have mistaken for a gunshot. The backfire nearly made you jump out of your seat. You quickly got out.

"You alright, Nat?"

"I'm good," she nodded. She moved away from the car. "It's probably just your spark plugs. When's the last time you had them replaced?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Hell if I know. I drop it off for a tune-up and expect them to tune it up."

Natasha laughed. "I'll grab some tomorrow and replace them for you."

You nodded. You watched as she reached up and grabbed the hood of the car, closing it again. She rubbed her hands against her pants. You clicked a button on your car keys, locking the doors. The lights flashed to indicate that it was indeed secured. You fiddled with the keys in your hand to get the house key out, opening your mouth to invite Natasha in as well, but found you couldn't find the golden key. You growled at nothing and dug through every pocket in your bag to see if it had fallen off in there, but there was no trace of it.

"My house key is missing."

Natasha actually laughed at this. "Did you walk under a ladder this morning? Spill the salt? Break a mirror?"

You glared at her. "Can you help me get in through a window?"

She nodded. You both moved around to one of the windows that you'd left open last night, after telling her you weren't sure you had locked it when you shut it this morning. Indeed, she found that once you'd removed the screen, she was able to slide the window open. You linked your fingers together to make a spot for Natasha to use for leverage. You boosted her through the open window and then moved back to the front door just as you heard the deadbolt slide out of place.

"My hero," you grinned as she opened the door. "I owe you a drink. Come on."

"I still have to drive home."

"Stay the night," you offered. "If you don't, I could very well just get murdered tonight."

Natasha laughed. "Well, I'd better stay and make sure you're okay, then."

You smacked her gently. She knew her way around your small bungalow well, having visited what could have easily been a million times. She made herself at home on the couch, tossing her leather jacket beside her. You moved into the kitchen, only paying half a glance at the towels you'd thrown over the two spilled beverages. You poured the both of you a drink and then brought them into the living room, kicking back on the couch beside her. You grabbed the remote, clicking the TV on. The screen lit up the room. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the beautiful face beside you that had been illuminated. You turned back to the screen.

"I can put Netflix on," you said, pressing a button. "What do you want to watch?"

"Can I test your luck?"

"What?" You responded, turning your full attention to her.

She didn't offer an explanation. You felt her hand touch your thigh. Your breath hitched and the remote almost fell to the floor. You managed to set it down on the table as your cheeks began to burn red. She left her hand there for a few seconds before it slid away, letting you take a moment to remember how to breathe. Her hand moved away and wrapped around her glass. You knew how obvious you were being when you watched her touch the rim to her lips and the slight movements in her neck as she swallowed the alcohol. You needed a drink too, but you were frozen.

"I just mean... I could either turn your luck around or just maintain the bad luck."

You still didn't know what she meant. She was setting her glass down on the coffee table. Her eyes searched yours and you were once again tossed into the sea of green that you were so obsessed with. When she leaned forward and connected your lips, though, you lost sight of emerald green. Her eyes had shut and only a second later, yours had fluttered shut as well. You put a hand on the back of her neck to hold her closer and moved your lips with hers. You wondered briefly if you were dreaming. You didn't have long with your thoughts. Your mind was so overcome with whatever was happening right now.

Natasha pulled back. Her hand had, at some point, moved back onto your thigh, and was resting there gently. Your hand moved to cover it. She flipped hers over so that her fingers could intertwine with yours and for the first time, it didn't feel like it was just in a friendly manner. It felt so much more than that, just liked you'd wanted it to. Your eyes moved from there up to her face. She had been studying you intently. You'd never seen Natasha Romanoff look nervous. Not until that very moment. You chuckled a little, nervousness in your chest as well, and let your eyes fall.

"You definitely turned it," was all you said.

"Yeah?"

"By a long shot. I mean, I think this amount of good luck was enough to actually balance out the bad luck."

You didn't know Natasha could giggle, but she did. The sound made a smile immediately spread over your face. You reached out and took her hands in your own. You leaned forward and kissed her again, infatuated with the feeling of her soft lips pressed against yours so rough and yet somehow so soft. One of your hands pulled out of hers so it could thread through the red waves on her head. You'd wanted to do that for so long. She only pulled back when you'd both lost your breath. Your forehead rested against hers and you could smell the whiskey on her breath.

"Do you know how long I've wanted that?" You breathed.

"I'd guessed it, but I thought it was just my imagination because I wanted the same thing."

You laughed. She put her hands on your shoulders, pushing your back down against the couch and then putting her knees on either side of your waist. Her lips were on yours again, a little hotter this time. You didn't complain. You just let her lean down over you and kiss you and run her hand down your side. You only raised a hand to her chest and pushed her away when you once more felt the need for oxygen burning inside your chest. She didn't move far, face inches from yours, studying you this time from above. You blushed under her gaze.

"I... I've felt really strongly about you for a while," you said, hand moving so you could trace your fingertips across her cheek. "You know what I mean?"

"Are you trying to tell me you love me without saying you love me?" She asked, the teasing back in her voice again. "Because you're not going to scare me off. You can say it if you want."

"I love you, Natasha."

"I love you, too."

You couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't funny in any way, but maybe it was the relief trying to find a way out of your body. The sound seemed to make Natasha's eyes, sparkle. Your heart softened and the laughter fell from your lips and you didn't move a muscle. Her face was so beautiful looking down at you like it was. You felt so right having her touch you like this and touching her the way you were. Her hands were holding her torso up above yours and yours were touching her face so gently. It wasn't like a friend touched a friend anymore.

"Thanks for turning my luck."

"Are you kidding me? I'm the lucky one."

"I think we're both really fucking lucky, Natasha. Thank you."

[skellebonez]

Because I'm sure this is going to be inevitable, how about some angst for the Chaos Trio (Mei, Jin and Yin)? With 61 and 52

Oh I have been looking forward to Chaos Trio angst since you sent me this, anon. Despite how they act in show... I think Jin and Yin are not exactly harmless. Especially if you mess with people they start to consider family.

The Cursed AU and the Chaos Trio in it come from @winterpower98!

Warning: blood and head injuries, enemy demons limbs (not detailed).

That is not a good hiding spot./I am a really bad actor.

Things had been going pretty well, all things considered. Jin and Yin had no problem getting Mei to join them in a little bit of... let's say "competitive insurance" as it were. They had to make sure they were secured in their own little tech related ventures, and after some financial setbacks they needed extra fallback. They’d planned the whole thing out with her help, more than 2 steps and everything! She was good at that.

The problem was that someone got a lucky hit.

They would have made it out with no problems, if they all hadn't decided going on Mei's motorcycle as a group (which, now that Yin thought about it, was probably incredibly dangerous and illegal with 3 of them on it... not that they cared about legality for themselves but somehow when it came to Mei that suddenly made them concerned). But nope. 1 bike. 3 people.

One lucky shot to the rear tire.

The three of them went flying, Mei landing very impressively on her feet whole Jin and Yin bounced on a bush and thanked anyone listening that demons were sturdier than humans. They didn't thank anyone for the pieces of bike that came flying at them all, and they were certain that they heard a piece make contact with something hard, maybe the nearby light pole, but couldn't be sure.

By the time they looked up they just knew they had a group of very angry demons that were pissed they stole and then wiped their code for... something, didn't matter to the twins what it was. They just wanted their competition out of the way. For solely selfish reasons. Nothing else. Not like they wanted it to see what it was and maybe figure out a counter attack so that certain overpowered people with monkey motifs would have an easier time in the future.

Not a chance.

As they fought off the attacking demons they insisted to themselves they didn't care that much.

"That is not a good hiding spot!" Jin yelled across the battlefield as Yin ducked behind crates. "Just chuck it for now and beat em with the blunt end of something else!"

"Just give me 2 seconds, I can fix it!" Yin yelled back, trying his best to reassemble a part of his sword hilt that had broken off.

"Come on, these guys ain't so tough!" Mei laughed out, easily dodging projectiles and backsliding and slicing and dicing as she went. No one was actually killed, but they were lucky because the only reason for that was the young woman wasn't exactly out for blood. They'd be feeling every single hit well into morning though! She was doing much better than the two of them. "Grab a pipe or something! Wish I had MK's magic building power though, I'd rather not be here all-YIN!"

The younger twin looked up from where he had been crouched, eyes widening as he saw the form of a much larger demon hulking over him and ready to batter him with a club.

Things had been going well. All things considered. Then someone got a second lucky hit.

Right as Mei dove in to push the younger silver twin out of the way.

For a second the fighting stopped. There was just the sound of wood hitting hard plastic and fiberglass as the club was sliced in half by her sword and the lopped off half continued it's trajectory and slammed into Mei's head to lead to her crumbling on top of Yin. Jin stood on too of a pile of crates, watching as a line of red seeped through a crack in her visor and stained the white of her suit.

And then his entire vision was red as he lunged at the demon and sliced, sending his arm flying in the opposite direction.

The demon screamed, holding the stump that was his arm from the elbow down, backing away as quickly as he could. "W-what the hell!?"

"Mei," Yin said softly, carefully clicking the emergency release button to make her helmet digitize away. Her eyes were closed, blood dripping from a slice running along her scalp... but as far as he could tell it was from part of the helmet being cracked and cutting her. She was most likely knocked out from the impact, breathing odd but steady in her unconscious state. "You... we're going to get you to the hospital."

His tone hardened as he carefully laid her on the ground, standing tall as he grabbed his broken weapon and a nearby piece of broken steel.

"You. Are going. To pay for that," Yin said coldly, stance no longer lose and half playful as it had been the whole battle. His stood tall, eyes wide and cold and the demons surrounding them felt a chill run down their spines.

Jin stood in front of him, blood from the other demon splattered across his face and chest in a stark contrast to his orange visage.

This... this wasn't the pair of Gold and Silver Demons they had heard about before. They were known for not taking almost anything seriously, making bad deals and pacts and weird blood oaths they wasted on bizarre favors. They were known for being good at tach but not much else, most demons in the area knew vaguely of their history with the Monkey King but even that ended in failure. Their plans were half baked, goofy, and lately they'd heard they'd gotten roped in with the Monkey King's successor and renewed flame of the Six-Eared Macaque.

The two standing before them did not look like the demons they'd heard about.

Mei hadn't wanted to seriously hurt anyone. The demons heard her yelling as much on the battlefield. But now Mei was hurt.

And the twins did.

It happened fast. They wanted to get it over with quickly. Mei had also not wanted to kill anyone at the very least the twins could do was keep up their promise from earlier in the day to avoid that. And they did.

That didn't mean there weren't lost limbs. Hands and arms. A leg or two. More than a couple eyes were lost. Someone lost an ear. Another a tail and horn.

Injuries they could recover from meant as warnings.

All it took was 3 minutes and the entire storage area they crashed in was a mix of grey and brown and red. Demons holding their injuries or running off.

The one who had attacked Yin and hurt Mei stood in awe and fear, looking down at the smaller twins who has decimated an entire group so fast.

"I-how!?" He yelled, backing up slowly. "This isn't possible, you're not this strong!"

"Who told you that?" Yin asked slowly, tilting his head and watching as the demon realized... he'd never heard they couldn't fight. "We don't fight like this because we don't want to. Never meant we can't."

"Why?"

"We are really bad actors," Jin said, wiping the blood off his weapon on an unconscious demon's shirt. "Why bother trying to hold back when we can just hide it by not trying?" He turned to the demon, glowering coldly as he watched his brother pick Mei up carefully. "Tell anyone who asks nothing. We'd like to keep it that way. Unless you want a round two where someone else doesn't hold us back."

And then they were gone.

~

"What in the actual hell happened?" Macaque asked in an even tone. Practiced even. A dangerous even.

"Well-" "You see boss-" "we kinda-" "-there was-"

Jin and Yin tried to think of a reasonable excuse, faltering as everything they thought of sounded worse and worse in their heads.

The two sat in Mei's hospital room, towels draped around their shoulders. They’d been smart enough to stash Mei's bike somewhere safe and wash off in the ocean before coming to the hospital, less covered in demon blood meant less scared humans when they rushed in with Mei in tow, and it was easy to make the nurses believe them.

Simple bike accident, friend hurt, help please.

With Macaque staring them down with his patented death glower, shadows growing and warping around the room in response to him, it was infinitely harder.

Of course Mei's emergency contact was MK. Of course MK could call Macaque before her parents (who were apparently on their way back from some kind of dragon family business trip when they learned). Of course Macaque would show up almost immediately and begin asking questions.

"It was my fault," Mei chimed in, voice slightly off from having awoken with a nasty concussion. "I thought it'd be fun to go on a joy ride late at night, I've done it before without issues! But, uh... I've never had two passengers before... and we hit something. Don't be mad at them?"

Macaque looked like he believed Mei as much as he believed Tang would lose interest in the Monkey King and switch his field of study to obscure methods of basket weaving. Which is to say: he didn’t. But he sighed, giving Mei a small smile as the shadows returned to normal.

"Ok," he said softly, tone much more gentle with the dragon descendant as he reached out to brush loose hair out of her face. "I won't be mad at them. I'll be very disappointed-" his tone hardened for a second at those words as he turned to the twins with a glower again. "-but I won't be mad. Do you need anything?"

"Maybe a candy bar from the vending machines outside?" Mei asked with a smile.

"Sure," Macaque laughed and shook his head, moving to the corner of the room. "I'll be right back."

He sunk into the shadows, a cool trick that the twins would always be impressed by, and they breathed a sigh of relief at knowing they were alone. For now.

"You didn't have to do that," Jin said, frowning at Mei in concern. Maybe it was just because he was now the eldest in the room, but some kind of protective feel pulled at him.

"I know," Mei said with a tired laugh, laying back into her pillow. "But you guys are like... my bros. I gotta stand up for my bros."

And that made both Jin and Yin pause. They looked at each other, eyes widening as they both came to a realization that was probably a very long time coming at that point.

"Yeah..." Yin said, a soft smile forming on his face. "We'd do the same for you... you know, if you didn't take that hit for me you probably would have kicked everyone's ass way better than us! We barely got out by the skin of our teeth!" A full truth and a blatant lie, but he hoped Mei wouldn't pick up on that second part.

"You know it, boi!" She didn't.

It was odd for him in particular. Yin had never really thought of himself as an older brother before.

First time for everything.

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Innocence

Innocence

Summary: Hotch and Spencer sex awoogah from this ask !!

Pairing: (Dom!Aaron Hotchner x Sub!Spencer Reid)

Category: smut

Word Count: 2k but actually 1.9k

Warnings: boner control? is that the same as orgasm control? and orgasm control, daddy kink, degradation, wet dreams, anal fingering, mentions of oral, spanking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, corruption kink,

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Sun peeks gently through Aaron's apartment window just enough for him to wake up smoothly and keep innocent Spencer asleep. Spencer curled into a ball on his side when they went to bed, but somehow, through the night, he wound up tucked tightly in Hotchner's arms.

The older man looked down at, the younger, so tucked away and innocent, his chest rising slowly from a deep sleep and exhaling quietly almost on display for him. He takes a moment to bask in the innocence raying off of him before he feels him shift his leg over his own.

Something nudges Aaron's leg under the bedspread, and Hotch already knows what it is when he sees the smile form on Spencer's face. He's still asleep; otherwise, he'd know better than to tease him like that; feeling his excitement brush against him even so faintly still made blood rush through Aaron's veins.

...

He feels nice enough this morning; he lets the boy continue to sleep, at least a little longer, before he can hear soft whimpers coming from his throat. His leg wraps tighter around Aaron's, and his hips start to move involuntarily.

Fire erupts in Aaron's stomach, and his own body starts following Spencer's. The young man's moans growing louder and hungrier before his eyes start to flutter open, immediately staring up into Hotch's waiting for him.

"Good morning." He stutters out in his groggy, tired voice. Aaron isn't sure he knows what's going on until Spencer starts to shift, and he feels himself slightly. His face shifts from tired to alert, and Hotch looks smug and admirable down on him. He watches Spencer's lips quiver before deciding to tease him softly.

Aaron's hand drifts down to below Spencer's waistband, gently pressing his fingers on the skin just above his sensitivity. "What did you dream about?" He whispers out; the words don't hit Spencer immediately; he's still sleepy and slightly concerned about what Hotch is doing.

Unhappy with his silence Hotch pushes his hand further down, grabbing Spencer's small cock in his hand; he'd forced himself to compose himself when he realized how Hotch would punish him if he didn't, so the hardness he was looking for turned back to the cute soft Spencer Reid.

His head turned to his side cockily (pun very much intended), much to Spencer's fear, "Oh, but you were so excited just a minute ago," He teases before reaching for something under their shared bed. His eyes widen, anticipating what of their toy collection he could pull out, and he was dissatisfied when he brought out his pink chastity cage.

Aaron smiled, though; he loved the face Spencer made waiting for him. He looked so sweet with the innocent eyes and slightly open mouth, practically begging to be corrupted.

Hotch shoved off the duvet revealing Spencer's tiny body; he slid his big hands to Spencer's panties, gently pulling them down while keeping eye contact. This drove him crazy. He felt he was going to explode from such desire. How he watched his boyfriend slowly drag his punishment of chastity toying with him so feverishly. He could tell as much as he was slowly teasing him; he wanted nothing more than to speed up and take him roughly.

After he'd slipped Spencer into his chastity, he made Spencer thank him. His voice ringing in his ears, so softly and gentle. Such a sweet voice he'd love to make scream. He'd fucking live to hear him moan, shove his face into a pillow to try and stop himself, but he could still hear him calling his name.

"Aaron! Aaron!"

He slid back up the bed to sit next to Spencer, the smaller boy curling into his self-soothing ball. "I asked what you dreamed about." Hotch was demanding him this time; he could hear it in his voice which made Spencer's weak. "I- I was just-" He stammers out before he noticed where his hands were. Aaron's fingertips were gently gliding down his skin to his abdomen, then past his legs to his bottom, barely ghosting his hole.

"Tell me." He cooed in his ear, less demand in his voice but just enough to ignite a small fear. Not the bad kind he spent hours of his time trying to deal with, but the good anticipation of something sweet. As sweet as he could describe what he knew Hotch would later do to him.

"I was dreaming about you." He whispers out, both of their faces having spent time inching closer and closer until this point where they were basically almost kissing. Hotch nods slightly, urging him to go on.

Spencer hesitates, mainly because his throat urges out another moan instead of the words he desperately wants. Hotch had just glided two of his big fingers deep inside of him. Spencer swallows the lump in his throat before whimpering again, "You were, you-"

"Spit it out."

Hotch's hands, the very ones he had just used to delicately remove Spencer's panties, collided with, and in, him aggressively. One hand slapped Spencer straight across the face, the other curled inside his tight ass.

He did his best to subdue the groan he wanted to let out instead of starting to ramble, "I was on my knees!" He shrieks out. Hotch's eyes raise, "You were sucking me off?" He smiles deviously. Spencer nods with a 'yes-daddy.'

Hotch's fingers start moving instead of Spencer just warming them, "You're so desperate you got hard just thinking about it, huh?" He whispers before placing his lips delicately on Spencer's. Spencer nods with another affirmation before Aaron's fingers exit him fiercely.

He gets on his knees quickly to pull Spencer's limp body like a rag-doll. "Hands and knees." He demands, Spencer following orders adamantly, sticking his bottom up in the air, relishing in the weight of his cage, pulling on his dick enough to feel good but not enough for him to get off.

He pulls out a small towel under Spencer, causing him to widen his eyes at thinking how messy they would get.

Aaron watched his cock absently twitch for a while before striking Spencer's ass, hard and loud. Spencer knew not to make any noise this time, understanding the punishment if he didn't take his spankings like a good boy.

"Did you deserve this?" He groans out, Spencer, quick to answer.

"Yes!"

Another smack.

"Y-Yes, Daddy!"

"Good boy," he coos, shaking his ass under his hand, a bright pink print forming on Spencer's pale skin. "Do you know why I'm punishing you?" Another smack echoed through their bedroom. "Because I was a whore!" Spencer cries from his hands covering his mouth; small moans were barely incoherent.

"Yes, you were," Hotch starts before feverishly drawing out more spankings, Spencer loving every second of it.

"A dumb whore who dreams of my cock."

Spencer can't hold back his whines now once he feels Aaron's hard cock press right against the curve of his red ass. "Is that what you're so desperate for? You need my cock this bad?" Spencer lifts his head, trying his best to speak but only small whispers coming out. "Yes, daddy."

His boyfriend's sweet voice puts a smile on his face, so frail and weak from his torture; he leans down to unlock Spencer's chastity. "You know what you did?" He asks, "Yes, daddy!" He almost shrieks, excited and so fucking desperate. "You won't do it again?" Another affirmation.

When Aaron undoes the lock, he's immediately surprised how fast Spencer could form an erection and such a pretty one at that. Spencer's cock grew pink and flushed red at the tip, the adamant gradient clashing with his pale skin so perfectly. As Hotch starts losing his controlling state, Spencer stays quick to keep himself on track; not wanting to suffer more punishment.

"Can I cum?"

"As much as you want."

On-demand he ejaculates all over their set towel with a loud "Oh!" Hotch smiles and starts to ease his already leaking cock into Spencer's open hole. The feeling of being filled simultaneously as his climax is almost too much for him to cum again on that spot.

He eases inch by inch to coax as long of an orgasm out of Spencer he could get. When he finally bottoms out inside of him, Spencer shrieks his name with such gusto Hotch nearly cums right after him.

"Fuck! Aaron!"

He nearly pulls out, only to slam just as deep and much harder into his tight hole, another shriek coming out of the small boy under him. He eats every single noise he makes only to fuel harsher movements. Every thrust had Spencer whining and whimpering.

"Oh! O-o-oh! D-d-daddy!"

His speed eventually faltered, sweat building on both of them rapidly before Hotch notices Spencer's small hand reaching to his own cock. Aaron beats him to it quickly, gripping at the base earning another scream from him.

"You're going to cum by fucking. Okay?" He nods after him, then Hotch lifts his hand and resumes his speed while Spencer's eyes flutter again, tears forming at the corners. Almost instantly after he had started again, Spencer unloaded himself for the second time just as hard as the last, drawing all of his energy, having barely enough left to hold his knees upright.

His whines ricocheting across the room and ringing in Hotch's ears. "Whiny little bitch aren't you." Another smack went to Spencer's ass. "Yes, daddy!" He moaned out, legs starting to shake. "Why so vocal?"

"I-It's so-o-o-o big!" Hotch's pattern of thrusting causes his faults in wording. He smiles widely only to pull out of Spencer and push his body deep into the mattress. Spencer absentmindedly tries to get up, only to be pushed further.

Hotch's muscular body looms over the small boy before he spits on his hand to rub his own cock. He's so close, but he wants one more climax out of Spencer before him, so he starts to ease himself back inside of him slowly.

Spencer's eyes flutter again, realizing just how thicker his cock felt in this position. "It'll fit." Aaron moans in his ear before continuing his rapid thrusts. Spencer shrieks violently while throwing his face in a pillow. Tears are streaming down his face now from the pain. The pain that stung so goddamn good.

"I can't take it, daddy!"

Hotch knows if he really wanted him to stop, he'd say the safe word, so he only hardens his thrusts slowing speed to make sure he hit through him powerfully. "Oh, but you wanted this!" He iterates. "You wanted to be fucked like a bitch." He smacks his ass unexpectedly. "Slapped and thrown around, you like it, don't you?"

Spencer finds time between his sobs and gasps for air to whisper a small "Yes!" He feels Spencer's walls tighten, and from his moans, he can tell he was finishing. Hotch is about to come. His eyes close shut before a loud grunt echo in Spencer's ears, his warm load shooting through Spencer so adamantly and hard. He moans just from the feeling of his boyfriend's hot cum filling him up. "Thank you, daddy," he mumbles with his head up.

Hotch parts Spencer's sweaty hair and plants a kiss on his forehead, "Thank you, daddy." He moans again while Hotch smiles into another kiss.

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[watchyourbluesturngolden]

the shrooms cafe

part 1- watermelon tea with strawberry boba

hello everyone 🥺 this is the first series i've ever done so i'm a little nervous but i'm so excited because I really like this story!!!

this is the first part, and I have literally no idea how long it will be because I don't have a solid plan/outline yet! so feel free to send little concepts or things you would like to see included 🥺 i can't guarantee they will be added but i'll definitely try my best :)

shrooms cafe masterlist

my masterlist

warnings: none

word count: 2k

"Stella, we have to leave in 10 minutes!" You called up the stairs. "Come down so you can eat breakfast!" "Yeah Stella, hurry up!" Seraphina yelled from her spot at the dining table. She was finishing up her fruit loops with a grin on her face. "You're going to make us late!" As the youngest, she often liked to bother her sisters. She was only five, just starting kindergarten, but she was already a master at getting under their skin.

"Sera, don't antagonize your sister, please," you reminded her. "She's not going to make us late." Sophie rolled her eyes. "Seraphina, you're so immature." Despite only being 11, Sophie was clearly the mother hen. You sometimes joked that the girls didn't even need you; Sophie would take on the role of their mother with no problem. "Besides, you were the one who made us late yesterday." "It's not my fault I couldn't find my purple socks. What was I supposed to do?" "Maybe wear different socks?" Sophie suggested smugly. "You know I need my purple socks, otherwise I can't write my words!" Sophie rolled her eyes again. "You don't need a certain color socks to write." "Yes I do!" You smiled to yourself, turning back to the fridge as the two bickered. You pulled out the ingredients you would need to make their lunches, then reached up on your tiptoes to get their lunch bags from the top of fridge. "Okay girls, what kind of sandwiches do you want today?" "Peanut butter and jelly!" Seraphina said excitedly. "Why did I even ask?" You smiled. "And Sophie?" "Turkey please, but I can make it myself," She said, sliding off her chair and bringing the breakfast dishes to the sink. "Thank you, love," you said, leaning over to kiss the top of her head. "You are such a big help in the mornings, I don't know what I would do without you." "You would have a real handful dealing with those two," She said matter-of-factly. "That I would," you laughed, handing her a butter knife. "Stella!" you called again. The 8 year old came running down the stairs, carrying her backpack and another bag. "Did you forget I have dance today?" "I did not forget," you reassured her. She liked to plan things, and got worried quickly if she wasn't kept in the loop. "I'll pick you up at the door by the playground, does that work?" "Actually, I was wondering if I could walk today? A bunch of my friends do, and I feel kind of weird having my mom drop me off." "That should be fine," You nodded. "But stay with the group, don't go off by yourself." "I won't," she groaned, rolling her eyes. "You're so overprotective." "Oh yes, I'm so sorry for trying to keep you safe," you laughed. "Now what do you want for lunch?" Once everything was ready, the four of you made your way out to the car. Stella climbed into the back, and Sophie helped Seraphina get buckled. Even though the three of them bickered a lot (as sisters often do) it wasn't hard to see how much they loved each other. "Everybody buckled?" You asked, looking behind you. When you heard a chorus of confirmation, you started your playlist and smiled when the opening notes of Adore You filtered through the speakers. It was easily one of your favorite songs, and the girls liked it just as much as you did. It wasn't a long drive to the cafe; it took about 15 minutes if traffic was good. The girls' school bus stopped about a block away, so they walked there together every morning. Then after school, they would come back to the shop and read books or finish homework until it was time to close up and go home. You parked in the lot behind the shop, helping the girls out of the car and making sure they had all their things. Seraphina held out her hand, and Stella grabbed it to help her jump over a puddle on the sidewalk. Sophie gasped excitedly. "I think that was the biggest jump you've ever done!" The girls promptly launched into a discussion about who could jump farther as you unlocked the door. As soon as it was open, they made their way over to the mushrooms to find some books for the day. Their voices filled the shop as they chatted about school and the cute boy Stella liked and the kitten they had seen outside their house the other day. You went about your morning duties, flipping on the lights and starting up the coffee machine. You also turned on the oven, preparing to bake the muffins. (They were frozen- who has the time to bake them fresh? Certainly not a mother of 3.) Once the kitchen was ready, you went over to the radio and tuned it to a familiar station, the soft

music adding some pleasant background noise. "Okay girls, it's time to get to the bus stop," you said, leaning over the counter to speak to them. "Don't forget, I'm walking to dance," Stella said, pointing at you as she walked to the door. "I won't forget," you said, pointing back at her. "Have a good day!" "Bye mom," Seraphina waved her small hand at you. "Bye honey, bye Sophia," You smiled, blowing a kiss to the three of them. "See you later!" Once the three of them were gone, you went around to the shelves and straightened up, getting ready for your first customers.

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After the lunch rush had dwindled down and the shop was nearly empty again, you were getting ready to go on your lunch break. You had just leaned down to grab a sandwich from the deli case when the bell above the door jingled, alerting you that a new customer had come in. You straightened up, your eyes going wide when you realized who it was, but you quickly fixed your face and smiled. "Welcome to the Shrooms Cafe!" "Hello," the man smiled back, speaking in a deep British accent. "I saw your sign for boba tea, and I've been looking everywhere to find some. You're the third shop I've been to today, so I'm really hoping you're not sold out like everywhere else," he grinned, coming closer to the counter. "No, we're not out! What kind did you want?" You asked. "Um... probably should have thought about that before I came in," he laughed nervously, looking at the menu above your head. "Oh, don't worry about it, we're not busy right now," you said reassuringly. “Take all the time you need.” He smiled gratefully, stepping off to the side while he read the menu. Meanwhile, you fidgeted with towels and wiped off the work surfaces and tried to pretend you weren’t staring at him. Who could blame you, really? Harry Styles had just walked into your coffee shop. Who wouldn’t stare? “I think…” he spoke again, breaking you out of your trance. “I’ll do the watermelon tea, with strawberry boba, please.” You nodded, laughing lightly. He quirked one eyebrow, smiling along with you. “What’s funny?” “Oh, no, it’s just… of course you would order the one with watermelon.” “Oh,” he smiled, and you thought you detected a hint of a blush on his cheeks. “I guess I do have a bit of a reputation with fruit, don’t I?” “Just a little,” you grinned. “One watermelon tea with strawberry boba, coming right up.” After ringing up the order, you quickly got to work. Instead of his real name, you wrote “watermelon man” on the sticker on the cup. Hopefully he would appreciate your little joke. “Here you are,” you smiled. “I hope it’s good, seeing as you worked so hard to find some.” “I’m sure it’ll be amazing,” he laughed, grabbing a straw from beside the cash register. You also noticed he had dropped a generous tip into the jar, probably while you had been busy making the drink. “Have a nice day,” you smiled. “You as well,” he said with a small wave before he made his way out the door, sipping his drink as he went. You sighed, shaking your head with a small grin as you grabbed the sandwich from earlier and went to a table for your lunch break.

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“Hi mom!” Sophie yelled, holding open the door for Seraphina. “Hi girls!” You called from the back corner of the shop. “I’m by the mushrooms!” The girls quickly found you, Seraphia hugging you and Sophie situating herself on one of the short stools. “How was your day?” You asked. “Good! I gave my report on monarch butterflies and guess what Mrs. Wilson said?” Sophie asked, leaning forward. “What did she say?” “She said it was the best report she had heard all day. She waited until the other kids left so they wouldn’t feel bad, but still,” she said proudly. “Oh wow! I’m so proud of you,” you said, moving over to hug her. “What did I tell you? You can do anything you put your mind to,” you smiled. “Including writing the best report in the whole class, hmm?” She nodded happily before turning away from you to pull a book off the shelf closest to her. “Which one are you starting now?” You asked, leaning over her shoulder to see the book she had. “Anne of Green Gables,” she said. “Oh, I loved those books when I was your age,” you smiled. “I think you’ll really like them.”

She nodded, already immersed in the book. You turned back to Seraphina, who was pulling her folder out of her backpack. “And how was your day, miss Seraphina?” “It was so good, look!” She handed you a paper with two gold stars at the top. “My teacher gave me two gold stars. She said my writing was very good!"

"All that practicing we did must have worked, then!" you said, beaming as you looked at her letters. They were still wobbly, but a huge improvement over how they had been at the beginning of the school year.

She nodded. "And then I colored this picture for you!” She handed you another page. This one had a drawing of you holding hands with her, Sophie, and Stella. The three of you had big smiles and lots of adorable little details. Stella had her hair in a bun and was wearing ballet shoes. Sophie was holding a book in her free hand. Seraphina had drawn herself wearing a shirt with a cat (her favorite animal) on it, and she was wearing her purple socks. Lastly, there was you, holding a cup of coffee and wearing a shirt with a big red heart on it. “Since you like coffee so much,” she explained. “It's beautiful,” you smiled, hugging her. “We’ll hang it on the fridge when we get home, okay?” “Okay,” she agreed. “Why don’t you find a book and read with Sophie for a little bit? We have just over an hour, then we have to go get Stella from dance.” She nodded, handing you the papers and her backpack before running over to the shelves. She grabbed a picture book, settling into the red cushion in the tree and beginning to flip through the pages.

----- “Alright girls, it’s time to pick up Stella,” you said as you wiped off the counter one last time. You had already turned off all the machines and packed up everything else for the day. You flipped the lights off on the way out, smiling a bit when you saw the hand painted sign for boba tea in the window. Harry came into your mind again, with his easy smile, his kind words, and his blushing laugh. You really hoped you would see him again, even though you knew you probably wouldn't. Your shop wasn't very big or well known. How likely was it for him to come to the same little shop in the middle of London again? Still, it didn’t hurt to hope. Maybe he would decide to try the other flavors and stop in again. Your smile spread even further when you started your playlist and Lights Up was the first song to come on. Apparently, it was going to be hard to forget about him.