#Imma tell you right now I fell asleep so fast

[mewnia]

Goddess of Sleep

I’ve had this concept stuck in my brainnnnn!!!

[secondgenerationnerd]

Cool stuff! I would like to see jais reaction to that stuff lol

How about Damian Wayne next

Of course!

Imma say this right now—Damian Wayne is a fucking cat. As the proud momma of two kitties, both with attitudes, he loves on his own terms, has hard won trust, and seeks affection when HE wants it. Selina jokes it’s how she won him over so quickly.

Speaking of, Selina is his mother in every way but biologically. She carried him to bed once when he fell asleep in the library. After tucking him in, she started to leave, but he grabbed her hand. He mumbled something in Arabic, which she didn’t understand, but sat with him until he was fast asleep.

Years later, she’d be telling the story of him calling her “mother” for the first time after Helena was born. He corrected her and said that wasn’t the first time. “The first was that night you carried me to bed. I said ‘Don’t go yet, Mama.’ And you stayed…”

He has issues showing a lot of affection, so his love language tends to be acts of service (I.e. Milagro and Colin are never scheduled for early morning patrols on Sundays so they can attend Mass, he always comments that it’s nearly lunch time when the twins are struggling with food and suggests their favorite restaurants for take out, leaves doodles of cats for Mar’i in her room, etc)

The same campaign Jon was a Hick elf, Damian was a traditional one. They acted as cousins and were menaces to Jai, the Dm for that campaign.

When I say Damian loves art, that feels too small. For him, it’s a chance to create something beautiful; when he’s been taught for so long to destroy. He’s always trying different art mediums. He loves to sketch his teammates when they don’t know—Colin asleep on the couch, Lian tuning her guitar, Irey curled up in bed reading, Mar’i mid turn as she dances through the living room, Jon cooking and humming to him, Milagro knitting and watching Telenovelas, etc

He also plays the violin, something he becomes more comfortable doing around people as he ages. Him, Lian, and Jai have played together before and it was a lovely sound

There’s a handful of people he loves so unconditionally it hurts and one is Helena, his little sister. When she was about 6 and he was nearly 17, she had an anaphylactic reaction to pineapple. Thankfully the titans were over and Jaime helped her through it. The way Damian held her afterwards, like he was scared she would disappear without a trace

To him, animals are easier than humans. They have no alterior motives.

Boy is definitely somewhere on the autism spectrum, let’s be real, aint none of them neurotypical.

If you touch any of the girls he knows, without their consent, he will remove your hands. Period.

He’s actually Sapiosexual! He is sexually attracted to intelligence and when I tell you Jai was smug about that 😂😂

He has a scar over his heart where Heretic killed him. It’s the one scar of his Irey has issues touching

He and Irey are both very big readers. As I said, Irey likes her dark romance. Damian simply asks she marks any pages that inspire her. I will let you do with that information as you will

When he struggles with what he did as a child, he goes to Cass and Jason. They both understand and give him space to grieve

Keeps his hair cut short due to trauma of having his head YANKED to watch horrors.

He and Lian both struggle with people’s perceptions of them, due to who their mothers are.

His “nonsexual slutty moment”? Back from a gala, jacket off, still in the vest, tie loosened, first button or two undone on his shirt, sleeves rolled up.

[malamai]

Today I absolutley sucked. ✌️

Last night I could not sleep (common issue in my world, I know.) No matter what sleep aid I took, what I did, last night was a bad night for me, it was particularly awful because it was my management shift today. YIPEE... so I ended up FINALLY managing to get myself to sleep for a light nap, I got up at 6am, threw on my work clothes and while I was looking in my drawer for socks, I literally fell asleep The sims 4 style from exhaustion while trying to find the socks. Then slept through two alarms that I set for work and suddenly I opened my eyes and realised it was light outside and instantly knew I was late as fuck because it was 9am and I wasn't meant to be on the floor, I was meant to be at my desk about 30 minutes previous to that moment. So I jump up and like any normal person, naturally I scream "SHIT" and I ran, SOCKLESS BY THE WAY, I ran so fast from my house to work I got to the other part of town in less than seven minutes and now I have blisters from my vans. JOY...

I get to work and a customer is pulling up and hops out of his car, he's like "do you open later now?" And I'm like frantic and out of breath telling him "no. I slept in, ill tell you more when I can breathe again." Because I ran RELENTLESSLY to the point where I was coughing and coughing and I'm trying to call admin and I can't even speak to admin because I can't catch my breath, she's like "imma call you back", I'm trying to set everything up in the shop, the dude who caught me outside decided to help put things up on display (which I really REALLY fucking appreciated) and I eventually got the shop together and made myself a coffee. I then popped to to toilets and l caught a glimps of myself in the mirror AND FUCK ME, I looked like I had been on a week long bender! My hair was all over, bags under my eyes, pale (probably from the lack of oxygen in my body) I looked dishevelled and ridiculous! 😂

Luckily for me because of how open I have been with the admin and higher up colleagues about what is going on in my life I was instantly given a decision of "no further action" because as it was said on the phone, they are aware of how much I have going on at the moment and they think it's a wonder that I power on through and haven't taken time off, which I appreciate. I also spoke to admin about everything new going on and found myself laughing at points and it was weird but nice, because she was laughing with me and i said "sorry I know I shouldnt laugh but I do just find myself laughing at that now. Like it's really not funny HA!" and she said "Misty, that's trauma, you've had a lot of trauma lately, sometimes when we process that we find ourselves looking back and laughing." While also laughing with me and she's very right.

Towards the end of my shift I was 30 minutes late out because people wouldn't leave and then some random guy decided to walk into my life and put £57 worth of coins made up of various small change into one of the machines and then turn to me and say "well that's one way to get rid of my shrapnel!" And smile. LITERALLY. It made me wish there was shrapnel in my brain because he could of just brought me the money and I would have changed it for him and not had to count it at stupid o'clock and TO TOP IT OFF. I HAD TO COIN EVERY PENNY AND THE MONEY WAS FUUUUCKING STICKY!!!! 🤮🤮🤮 I was too exhausted and cranky to be dealing with sticky dirty money!

In all seriousness I am not surprised I was so tired that I just flopped because at the moment I find myself feeling like a forgotten part of society. As a mother I have been in many situations in my life, I have been the teenage mother, I have been the workaholic motherand I have been the judged tattooed mother but weirdly I find this most recent one the toughest, and I can respect the fact that I have clawed my way to making it to a place where some people who didn't have kids as a teen would struggle to get to but there is literally no fucking help for a 30 year old woman who owns her own house who's relationship ended. Right now I am on antidepressants, sleep aid, iron, folic acid beause of b12 anemia, I'm working my ass off, not using childcare so it doesn't gobble up my wage. The other parent moved 40 minutes away and the only help I am getting is from my parents, for a day and a night a week, I'm still hosting the sleepovers, I'm still playing the games, I'm still making ends meet and on top of all that I am fixing up this house! It's like when your kids are over the age of 5 years old you are just expected to juggle on a unicycle with flaming wheels and keep the shit show going and smile til you drop and I don't get it! We just have to get though it! It seems to me eveytime you find a helping hand you can't reach for it because it will risk fuck up something else and its not fair. Nobody wants to end up a single parent at 30 but it seems like as a woman of this age, in this position in society you are pushed to your limit and backed into a corner.

On a lighter note, I have 2 days holiday now and I am taking the kids to their first gig tomorrow with my best friend! I am going to let my hair down and embarrass the life out of my kids! 😁

[wordsbymmn]

what’s up with you and me truly

are you just lonely that you treat me like your favorite person

you confuse me and others greatly

do you not worry about it’s effects

you always tell me that I often do or say things without thinking if it hurts or has a negative outcome

so what about our thing and the way you act

we spend a lot of time together which I enjoy but you on the other hand I can’t tell

you’re outspoken and straightforward which is why it’s confusing when you contradict yourself or I can’t tell what you’re thinking about

what goes on through your head

you seem to think like you can act however but I can’t really do the same

I can’t touch you sometimes without you questioning it but you can touch me and be like it's whatever

I can’t look at you because you say that I look at you like imma tell you something and you may even think I look at you like I’m in love but I wouldn’t know and I don’t know if I’m indeed in love with you

you mentioned that today and how I’ve been looking at you like that often and recently

but what do you really think about it

you see us living together

you call me a friend more often now but still, you seem to change up a lot and I don’t know what to think

when you’re tired I notice you tend to become incoherent whether talking or even thinking

I slept over again

we were both on our phones but then I guess you got tired and turned it off

I stayed on my phone and it’s true we needed to go to bed but I wasn’t gonna sleep right away

you covered my eyes and told me to sleep

you kept your hand over my eyes for a while and you somehow seemed to be falling asleep fast

so I put my phone down and smiled every time you jolted while you kept your hand there

I wanted to get more comfortable and I was getting sleepy so I slightly woke you up, you moved your hand towards my cheek, and then again you left it there as you fell back to “sleep” I can’t tell if you really stopped thinking that fast like how do you forget where you’re leaving your hand so fast

then I was comfortable and falling asleep but I felt bad that you kept jolting so it kept waking you and your fingers kept twitching

so I decided to get even more comfortable and just grabbed your hand and placed it on my chest/shoulder kind of

which I think you woke up slightly but you left it there

if I remember correctly you woke up one more time and moved your hand but then you stretched out again and put it back and we fell asleep till we woke up and moved around throughout the night

then come on, in the morning you played around with my cheek

why

do “sisters” act like that

you’ve also done it before but with my jawline and you just talk about how it feels all in a cute way so like why do you do that to a person who you know very well finds you attractive and is interested in you

also fuck, you changed in front of me and might I add we stayed sharing stuff with each other on our phones with your zipper down so don’t act like I couldn’t see your underwear, it was strangely cute/hot to be worn while on your period

pero fuck did it drive me crazy when you took off your pants I didn’t want to look I avoided it at first but I so badly wanted to respectfully look and you didn’t seem that shy like other times so I won’t lie I peeked slightly when I looked over to tell you something

I fucking love red on you

we also hung out in your car the night before

it was nice

very kiss me in the car vibes in my opinion but I didn’t dare

I think I’ve made it quite obvious that I still see you the same way and you allow that to happen you don’t push it away no you seem to have been inviting it recently

let’s see how this goes and where we might end up in the future, I hope I don’t ruin things

~MMN

September 18, 2023. 12:13AM.

[stacysblog101]

shoto todoroki x female reader smut

includes: sub!reader and dom!shoto, reader receives head lol, praising kink, also a little edging

word count: 1.4 k words

the sun just came down. you and shoto were comfortably cuddling on the bed, in his dorm. you were laying on a pillow, half laying down and half sitting up, while he was laying on your chest. you were just in a bra and shorts, while he was wearing boxers and nothing else. his head was comfortably laying on your chest, his hands resting on your inner thighs while his hair was slightly touching the bottom of your neck. you interlaced your fingers on your hand with the fingers on his hand while softly stroking his blonde and red hair with the other hand. everything was quiet and peaceful, exept the sound of his breathng pattern. with each of his exhale, you could feel the warmness of his breath on your chest. you could also feel his heartbeat. shoto slowly tilted his head upwards to look at you "you're so beautiful......i love you" he whispered. "i love you too" you softly smiled. you looked at your phone to check what time it is... 8:45 P. M. "shit, shoto, i have to go back to my dorm, it's almost 9 P. M." you tell him. "noo, just stay here for 5 more minutes" he says while tightening his grip on your waist and cuddling himself closer to you, like he was afraid to let you go. he started kissing your chest, while his hands wander down to your stomach, the outside of your thighs while softly gripping them, then the inside of your thighs and finally your heat. you deeply exhaled, almost groaned, while arching your back a little. he slowly took of your bra. your hands find a way to his hair, softly grabbing it. you pull his head closer to you to kiss him. he positions himself so that he is now on top of you with your legs wrapped around his waist.

his dick is now pressed against your heat, the only thing between you two is now his boxers and your panties. you can feel him getting hotter and hotter in his pants while he slowly but passionately grinds against you. he was kissing on your lips, your cheeks, your neck while thrusting his hips into you. he grabbed your chin while eagerly kissing you. you gripped his face to pull him away from you "okay but after this i'm gonna leave" "mhm" he said and then starting to kiss your neck. he was kissing, licking and softly biting the skin on your neck while his hand found a way to your clit. he eagerly took of your panties and shorts and threw them somewhere on the bed. he started drawing small circles on your clit while still kissing your neck. it felt so good, your back was arching and you were squirming beneath him. "oh yeah right there right there" you moaned while your brows were furrowing in frustration, and also because how intense it felt. he pulled away from your neck to look at the expression on your face. he cupped you cheek without stoping to touch you down there "you look so pretty like this" at this moment, he hit just the right spot and you arched your back while squeezing your legs together "ahhh fuck" you moaned. "see, this is what i'm talking about. you look so cute when you're struggling like this. who makes you feel like this?" your breath hitched "you shoto" "yeah that's right baby, just keep moaning like this and i'm gonna make you feel good, okay?" you started to grind yourself against his hand "ahh, that feels, so, soo good" you cried out. he groaned while pressing his finger harder on your clit "look at you, such a pretty little mess" he said, while feeling his cock getting harder and harder in his boxers. he has to admit to himself, seeing you like this really turns him on. he could get off from just seeing you like this. the longer he kept you like this, almost cumming and then pulling away one second before your orgasm, the hotter you looked. your hair was getting messy, your brows furrowing in anticipation, your lips parting while letting out the prettiest moans. you truly looked so beautiful like this. he slowly put his fingers in and out of you a few times, and then, going back to only focus on your clit. his hand grabbed your boob and he softly squeezed it and played with it. "fuuck" you whimpered, "i'm so close, fuck". as soon as you said that, his fingers pulled away from your pussy and he attached his lips on yours. you were aggresively making out for a fee seconds, and then you put your hand on his chest to gently pull him away "why did you stop, i was so close" your pussy was still incredibly hot and you were still turned on, you just didn't know why he just randomly stopped. "i don't want you to come just yet, babe" he smirked while giving you a short kiss on the lips. then, he helped himself get up by leaning on both of his hands to reposition himself. he was now underneath you, laying on his stomach with his head right between your legs. he softly smiled and looked at you with those beautiful different coloured eyes, and for some reason, it turned you on so much. you bit your lip as you slightly arched your back. he gave you a soft long lick while keeping eye contact with you the whole time. then, he gave you a small kiss down there which made your whole body shiver. satisfied with your reaction, he began to lick your clit and softly suck on it. it felt good but at the same time it was so, so intense.

"ohh fuck yes" you accidentally bucked your hips against him, it's like you couldn't even control yourself. unbelievable, how he could make you feel like this with just his tongue. he pulled away his mouth just to replace it with his fingers, that were rubbing your clit so fast and rough, and yet it felt so incredibly good. he looked up at you with those sharp eyes "does that feel good?" he said quietly. you arched your back even more "yes, it feels so good" you replied. "and who makes you feel like this" "you, ahhh" you moaned. "who" it was visible how much he enjoyed torturing you like this, "you shoto, you make me feel so good" your legs were shaking and your whole body was squirming under his touch. "that's it baby, you're such a good girl for me" shoto said while his hands were rubbing you faster and faster. "agghh, shoto, i'm gonna, fuck, i'm gonna" you sobbed just when he removed his hand from you "not yet babe" you could see the hidden smile on his expression, he was enjoying this a bit too much. "please shoto, i promise i'll be a good girl, just let me cum please". unexpectedly, he began rubbing his fingers on your pussy faster than he ever did before. "ahh, ahhh, aaaaaggh" soft moans were escaping your lips as you were getting closer and closer. shoto said "yeah just like that baby" he slapped your inner thigh "fucking come for me". your back was arching, your hair was all messy and tangled, brows furrowed, cheeks on your face slightly red, mouth opened and letting out high pitched moans while you came on his face. when the feeling was finally over, he crawled up to you and gave you a long, slow, passionate kiss on your lips. you put your hand on his shoulder to pull him away from the kiss "that was so good shoto" you said "yeah?" he chuckled. you honestly should not have said that. that fed his ego a little to much, but that's fine guess. "yeah, but imma have to go now ok?". you quicly grabbed your bra, your panties and your shorts that were on his bed. you also almsot forgot your shirt - that was on his chair. "noo, stay with me. why can't you just sleep here for one night" he complained. "no, you know i can't. you want me to get expelled?!" after quickly putting on your clothes, you grabbed your phone and shut the door. when you went back to your dorm you were tired as hell, you threw yourself on the bed and fell asleep.

[noekiiloves]

The three of us

1. character(s): Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake - The 100 2. gender: Female Reader 3. plot: You like both Bellamy and Clarke so when the two of them start dating you feel a bit heartbroken.

Requested by: No one

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3rd person P.O.V.

Everyone knew how much Bellamy and Clarke loved each other, all of your friends knew you liked the both of them. So when the two of them got together you were quite sad but it also didn't really come as a shock to you or anyone else.

But what no one knew was that the two of them liked you aswell.

Ofcourse you realised that being in love with two people at the same time wasn't exactly considered 'normal' but you couldn't help it.

You knew it may sound petty to some people but for the next few weeks you tried to distance yourself from Bellamy and Clarke so your heart wouldn't break everytime you saw them.

The thing is though the more you tried to distance yourself from them the more they seemd to try and get close to you. It was relly starting to annoy you so you decided to talk to your best friends.

Y/N P.O.V.

I walked over to Raven, Finn, Jasper, Octavia and Monty. I sat down in between of Jasper and Finn with a big sigh.

"You okay Y/N/N?" Finn looked over to you. "Yeah it's just- The more I try to distance myself from them the more they seem to come to me. And I just can't take it anymore" I said while my eyes slightly started to water. "It's gonna be okay Y/N/N" Jasper said while wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me closer to him.

After that we all joked around for a while and suprisingly it really did make me feel better. After a while I started to feel tired and yawned.

"Hey guys I think Imma head to my tent and try to get some sleep. When I got to my tent I immediatly layed down on the makeshift bed and fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up ate breakfast with Jasper and Monty and started working. While I was working I couldn't help but feel like someone was staring  at me so I turned around and saw both Bellamy and Clarke staring.

'Oh god' I thought when I made eye contact with them. I tried to just keep working but when I noticed them walking towards me I decidd to try and walk away. I was stopped however by Bellmy grabbing my wrist.

"Oh h-hey" I mentally scolded myself for acting like this. "Why are you avoiding us?" Clarke asked me. "I don't know what you're talking about" I tried to lie but they saw right through it. "Oh come on Y/N we know you've been purposely trying to avoid us" "We just want to know why" they said. "I-i...." I stuttered. I  couldn't just tell them I loved them but I also couldn't think of an excuse to tell them fast enough. They just kept looking at me expectantly waiting for me to give them an answer.

"I-i look I really have to go" I sighed and walked away from them and towards Raven and Finn who were in the dropship.

Raven was the first one to notice me. "Hey Y/N you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost". "Yeah I'm fine just tired that's all" I tried to shrug it off. I knew They could see right through it but was glad they decided not to call me out on it.

I spent the next few hours helping them with their work until Finn suddenly spoke up. "Look Y/N I know you don't want to talk about it but what happened before you came here?". I just stared at him before sighine and saying "Fine".

We sat down away from all of the other delinquents so they wouldn't listen in on our conversation. When we were all sat I started telling them about how Bellamy and Clarke came up to me and asked me why I was avoiding them and how I freaked out and basically ran away from them.

"And now I don't know what to do anymore" I said.

Bellamy P.O.V.

When Y/N walked away from us I felt a pang in my heart. I thought that maybe she loved us like we love her but I guess she doesn't. I looked over at Clarke and saw she had tears in her eyes I hugged her said "I'll try and go talk to her. Everything will be okay".

I followed Y/N into the dropship but became quiet when I heard her talking to Reven and Finn. "Look Y/N I know you love them both but I can't let you hurt yourself like this" I heard Finn's voice say. 'S-she loves us? All this tome loved us too. Why didn't she tell us?' was all I was thinking.

After I heard how Y/N really feels about us I immediatly ran to Clarke to tell her and ask her what we are going to do now that we know Y/N loves us back.

I saw the tent Clarke and I share and basically ran in "Bellamy! You scared me. What's wrong?". "I.....Y/N...." "Bellamy calm down. What's wrong with Y/N?" "Y/N......Y/N is in love with us aswelll" I managed to say once I calmed down. "S-she what?" Clarke asked me shocked.  "She loves us back Clarke" I said with smile on my face.

She smiled back at me but both of our smiles turned more serious when she "So what do we do now?". "I guess we have to confrent her" I replied.

[whats-rambled-rambled]

Long Nights - part 2

Neil x Reader

Chapter 2: Praise you

(see chapter 1)

summary: you found tremendous joy in coming up with new ways to make the lockpicking sessions challenging. And entertaining. 

...even if the last part was mostly a one-sided thing.

warnings: 18+, explicit language, teasing, implied smut I guess? oh, and of course - ✨hand content✨

author’s note: Took me a while, but it was fun to write! Didn’t expect it to get this long, but here we are - over 4,2k words of shameless hand content

The song for this chapter is Fatboy Slim - Praise you

Anyway, enjoy! All feedback is greatly appreciated, let me know what you think?

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Tag list: @vaneilla @gallifreyan-uprising​ @ergunbilge @invertedneil @wanderedaway​ @truly-insatiable​ (let me know if you want to be added or removed from the list)

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You cracked it.

It took you a good while, though. A whole sleepless night, even.

And half of the morning after that.

But maybe the absolute exhaustion was the key, pun intended.

At first, it boggled your mind so much that you were dangerously close to using brute force just to examine that lock. You tried every technique that you could think of - to no effect. It wasn’t like anything you’d seen before. The mechanism wasn’t responding as usual, it was more like a thing from goddamn Upside Down, or however the fuck that was called.

It became a matter of pride.

The sun had risen over an hour ago and the sunlight was pouring through the gaps in the blinds. Grasping at the last strands of sanity, you decided to take a break. You put on your headphones and danced around your apartment to the sounds of a song with that one bloody line that somehow seemed fitting for this madness.

Is it worth it? Let me work it, I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it

Because it felt exactly like that was what had happened to it. And no amount of cursing and switching tools would help in the face of glitched reality.

And when you sat down at your desk again, with your head so empty that your last brain cell was amusing itself by yodeling and listening to an echo, you bound the first pin. The sound was so distorted it almost startled you. The last thing you needed right then was to break the hook inside the keyway, so you leveled your breath and continued, even though your fingers cramped painfully. That wasn’t enough to stop you. Not as you finally got proof that the task was actually within your reach. 

With every click like a backwards version of the sound you knew so well, the next pins got set quicker and smoother. And when you opened the lock, you couldn’t help the cheerful scream that escaped your mouth.

“Fuck yes!” You punched the air, the adrenaline rushing through your veins, the biggest grin lighting up your face.

That’s when you knew there was no way you were going to sleep anytime soon. Besides, you still didn’t know how you managed to convince that device to cooperate. You had to prove to yourself that it wasn’t dumb luck, and should you ever come upon a bloody nightmare like that, you’d be able to use the experience to crack it open. Because of that, you spent the next couple of hours reverse-picking it (which turned out to be another level of bonkers) to lock the damn thing, only to open it back again. And again. And then three times more. When you got comfortable with the process, your eyes were burning, your fingers stiff and trembling, but the immense satisfaction was worth every bit of it.

You were about to crash on the bed as your phone buzzed, and you glanced at the incoming message.

//did you pick it?

At first, you assumed you got it from Mahir, but as you were typing in a long rant, you realized that there was no history of the previous conversations on the screen, so you checked the sender again.

Neil.

Huh.

You’d exchanged the numbers the day before, but you didn’t expect to hear from him until they got everything ready to start the lessons. Oh well. You snapped the picture of the open lock and sent it back, adding a short message.

          //that was fun, hope you have more of them

As you faceplanted on the bed, the phone buzzed with a reply.

//N: you bet

You couldn’t wait to get all the answers about how they managed to manufacture the most bizarre and mind-bending thing you’d ever seen, but there was no point in asking those questions over the phone. Plus, you really needed to get some rest.

          //awesome! now excuse me, imma get some Zs - let me know when you  guys are ready to start

After a second, you typed in another text.

          //ps. how’s your nose?

//N: will do, sleep well!

//N: as for my nose...let’s say I’m glad it wasn’t the straightest one in the first place

That cheeky bastard.

          //hey, don’t try to guilt-trip me, i’m trying to sleep

You almost drifted off, but you couldn’t resist checking that last notification.

//N: ...I wouldn’t dare

Snorting, you rolled to the side.

Then you fell asleep, dreaming of the impossible locks.

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It took them another day to prepare all the stuff, and after several further messages you got a date and location.

The building looked like a contemporary tenement house, definitely standing out from two older ones at its sides. You always assumed it belonged to one of those fancy start-ups, but apparently it was some sort of temporary headquarters of your new associates.

It didn’t surprise you that you weren’t given a tour of the place, you assumed you needed to have some sort of clearance to walk freely through the area. For now, you were restricted to the ground floor, or rather to the lobby and your classroom - a rather cozy space, but equipped with everything you needed to begin.

Neil turned out to be a fast learner, at least when it came to covering the theoretical side of lockpicking. You walked him through the basics, but you couldn’t help the itch in the back of your brain. After the encounter with the preposterous lock, your mind started to question everything that used to be unshakeable.

And of course you asked Neil about that bloody device as soon as you saw him, but he just smiled lightly and said that The Protagonist insisted on telling you all that himself when the time was right. So you had nothing left to do but to continue with the lessons, hoping that you the man himself would decide to grace you with his presence sooner than later.

You propped the chin on your hand and watched as Neil grabbed the tools. Your gaze wandered over his outrageously long fingers as he gave the lock a try, but apparently, the most idiotic grin on your face didn’t go unnoticed.

“Hey, eyes up here,” snorted Neil, and you looked at him just to meet his amused face. He caught you shamelessly staring, and there was no point in denying it.

Trying to salvage your mental coherence, you choked out, “Dude, your hands are--”

“What?” he asked, tilting his head.

“...huge,” you finished, the wide smile not leaving even for a second. You bit your lip and glanced back at Neil. “Don’t mind me, I’m just gonna stare for a bit longer.”

A hint of a blush crept upon his cheeks. My, oh my. Blinking rapidly, he cleared his throat and proceeded to bind the first pin, pressing his mouth into a thin line in an attempt to keep a composed demeanor. The sparkles in his gaze were quite telling, though.

The sight was utterly adorable, but more importantly, it planted a rather gut-busting idea into your head.

You stifled a giggle.

All in due time.

____

One of the perks of the location was a small cafe on the other side of the street.

Neil took you there on your second day during a break, walking in with a confidence of a true regular. He knew the staff by name and vice-versa, so it didn’t surprise you as he charmed his way through the conversation.

“I’ve got this,” he said, raising a hand to stop you before you could place your order. “One black coffee and one--...” he hesitated, still preventing you from chiming in. You crossed your arms and watched as his forehead creased, the confidence leaving him with every second passed. He narrowed his eyes, and you could almost hear the gears grinding in his head.

Whatever he was doing, or trying to do, it was time to put him out of his misery.

“Iced mocha for me, please,” you said, wondering which one of you had a more puzzled expression. “Cat got your tongue?”

Neil shook his head.

“No, it’s just…” - he let out a small sigh - “I can’t read you.”

“Good,” you snorted. “Why would you want to, anyway?”

The young barista smiled, putting the first coffee on the counter.

“Oh, your colleague here has a thing.”

“Oh?” You arched a brow. “Do tell!”

“It’s nothing,” said Neil, cringing slightly, but it wasn’t enough to prevent the enthusiastic answer from spilling from the barista.

“He likes to guess the orders of his companions, but this is prolly the first time I ever saw him freeze like that. Can’t wait to tell Doris!”

Neil groaned, avoiding your amused stare. “Spare me, Max.”

“Aww, man, I’m honored to be your first!” you teased, nudging his arm lightly and snickering at the absolutely done face he gave you in return.

That cafe quickly became your place of choice during breaks, but sometimes, if the weather was nice enough, you ordered to-go, just to spend that bit of free time between lockpicking sessions sitting on a grassy hill overlooking a bank of the river. You chatted about everything and nothing in particular, or simply sat in silence, enjoying the ambiance, beverages, and each other’s company.

The last thing took you by surprise, in a way. You’d expected those brief moments of a break during the day to be your sacred moments of solitude, the usual necessity to avoid getting too cranky around people. As Neil joined you on that second day, you found out that his presence was not bothering you, or at least your social batteries weren’t being drained in their regular manner. Sure, it probably helped that he was incredibly easy on the eyes, but a real treat were those moments when you ventured onto a territory he felt strongly about. In a wink, he was ready to drop his typical composure just to go straight into bubbly rants, gesturing wildly, the blue irises lit by the fire that he most often kept under wraps.

There was nothing more boring than people who lacked passion.

Lucky for you, that was not the case with Neil.

Moreover, he made you laugh.

A dangerous combination.

Alluring, even.

Good thing that you were not one to become smitten that easily.

That didn’t mean you couldn’t have some fun, though.

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“You need to listen to what the lock has to say,” you prompted, pacing through the room and watching as Neil struggled with a new type of mechanism. “It’s all about feedback.”

He pulled out the tools and rubbed his face, trying to hide the first hints of frustration.

“What if we apply heavier tension to amplify it?” he said and glared at the lock as if it was taunting him from its place on the practice stand.

“Sure, “ - you leaned over the table to rest the chin on your laced fingers - “but can you think of any reasons not to do that, my dear Physics Boy?”

“The higher possibility of breaking tools?”

“Precisely,” you said as you snapped and pointed your fingers. ”Also, you risk binding the pins too tightly and you wouldn’t want that, either.”

Neil sighed and slumped his shoulders.

“So...patience, then?”

“Yes,” you beamed. “It really comes down to one thing - you have to feel it.”

A corner of his lips twitched. “I’ve heard it before,” he said, shifting in his seat.

You shrugged, eyeing him curiously.  

“Maybe because that’s one universally useful advice?”

“Would help if I understood it, too.” He gave you a weak smile, but his expression told you he wasn’t convinced.

You hummed in acknowledgment.

“Listen, I can smarten it up for you, but let me just show you what I mean.” You grabbed the second pair of tools from the table and placed them inside the keyway, but as soon as you opened your mouth to provide some follow-up instructions, you got struck by a better idea. Your eyes flared up. “Okay, know what? I’m just gonna-- if you could scoot back a bit--...” you said, shuffling in his direction. Neil’s brows snapped together in consternation, but he moved back. Without further ado, you sat down in front of him, nestling yourself between his spread legs on the edge of the chair, and let out a content sigh. “Should be easier now. Put your hands on mine.“

Neil tensed, and you could swear you heard him swallowing hard behind your back. He followed your suggestion, wrapping his arms around you and placing his hands on top of yours.  

“Now, lay your fingers on the tools just above mine,” you continued as you slid your digits back to make more room for him. “Great, try not to press them and focus. Close your eyes, if you want.” As you gently moved the tools, you couldn’t resist but to add, “You can breathe though, you know?”

“Blimey.”

You giggled at the sarcastic bit in his tone and drew a long breath, hoping that Neil would follow it, and focused back on the lock. Purposefully slowing down your movements to allow him to feel how the mechanism responded to your ministrations, you kept sliding the hook back and forth the keyway, setting pin after pin. Neil relaxed after a moment, his shallow breath ghosting over your shoulder got deeper and more steady. His palms rested heavier on your hands, and you marveled at their size again, nibbling on your bottom lip. With all your senses sharpened, you stole a brief moment of self-indulgence, closing your eyes and relishing in the warmth radiating from Neil, the way it enveloped you, carrying a scent of his cologne - airy citrus undertones mixed with hints of powdery musk, a fresh and unostentatious combination you found fitting him so well.

The final click, more pressure and voilà - the lock was open.

“Did you feel it?” you asked softly, weirdly unwilling to move, hoping to linger in the position for a little while longer.  

“Yes,” said Neil, and his husky voice made you turn your head to look at him. As he pulled his hands back somewhat hesitantly, you noticed his dazed expression and slightly flushed cheeks.

“Good,” you chirped, grinning, then reached out over your shoulder and lightly booped his nose, enjoying probably a bit too much the way his eyes widened. “Your turn.”

-----

Days. Weeks. Or was it months, plural?

You lost track of how much time had passed since that morning in the Old Town district.

The progress was counted by the number of models you introduced to Neil, showing him all the tricks you’d learned over the years. You still waited for the meeting with The Protagonist, although, ever since your student spilled a little too much information during one of his enthusiastic rants at the breaks (seriously, how could a person that bad at keeping secrets survive so long in any sort of spying business was beyond you), your initial curiosity itch had been scratched, and you were now in that blessed moment before it got unbearable again and demanded taking further actions.

It also helped that you found tremendous joy in coming up with new ways to make the lockpicking sessions challenging. And entertaining. Even if the last part was mostly a one-sided thing.

Neil was clearly feeling confident that evening. He really started to get a hang of this, and you loved watching him like that - fully focused, blonde strands falling to the eyes, with the tip of the tongue poking out...

It would be a shame if someone was to test his level of concentration.

“You know, I spend so much time looking at your hands that they recently started making cameos in my dreams.”

The blue eyes darted at you from under raised brows.

“Is that so?" asked Neil, switching his attention to the lock again.

“Yep. Mind you, most of those dreams are rather uneventful.” You pouted, sliding from your place on the windowsill. “Still waiting for one that is not so boringly PG-13.”

He pressed his lips into a thin line and swallowed with effort.

...warmer...

Circling the table, you stopped behind Neil’s chair.

"I’m just saying,” - leaning over, you purred right into his ear - ”that such long fingers like yours can give a girl all sorts of ideas--"

Snap.

You bit back a satisfied smile and smacked your tongue. “Those were perfectly fine tools, you know.”

Neil turned in his seat and gaped at you.

“Why are you like this?” he complained, helpless and flustered.

You shrugged. “I thought it was a high time for a little stress test. Might come in handy later.” Snickering at his puzzled face, you added, “What? You’re not exactly in a stress-free line of work.”

He shook the head lightly and scoffed. “... yeah, I see your point,” he said, a corner of his mouth curling into a half-smile. “But I don’t think there’s a high risk of someone trying to seduce me in the field.”

“Do you think that’s what I’m doing?” you asked, arching a brow, your tone nothing but serious.

“I-...”

The panicked look on his face as he blinked rapidly was more than enough to break your deadpan façade.

“Oh man, I’m just pulling your leg. You should’ve seen your face though.” Giggling, you grabbed a fresh lock from a shelf and tossed it to Neil. He sighed and replaced the messed-up device. “Besides,” you continued, “if there is one thing that the espionage movies have taught me, it’s that the spy always has plenty of beautiful creatures willing to keep his bed warm.”

The playful sparks appeared in Neil’s eyes.

“Is this a very elaborate way of asking me if I’m seeing someone or are you volunteering?”

Well, well, well.

“What if it’s both?”

“Then the first answer is no. As for the second one--” he hesitated, tugging the bottom lip between the teeth. “...a follow-up question - is it a good idea?”

You tilted your head, sitting down on the edge of the table in front of him.

“Why?”

“What if it’s gonna make things… I don’t know, weird?”

You gestured vaguely. “Can’t get any weirder than all your timey-wimey, inverted entropy bullshit.”

“That’s not exactly--”

“I know what you meant,” you sighed and met his darkened gaze, a shade of smile tainting your lips. “And yet, you’re trying to appeal to my reason while looking at me like that.” You left your seat and grabbed your backpack. “It’s getting late. Finish with this one and get some rest.”

Then you left, not waiting for a reply.

It was one of the warm nights and you decided to take a walk. A promenade near the river was not as crowded as you expected, making your journey home way more enjoyable. With your favourite tunes seeping through the headphones, you took in the view, the city lights reflecting in the water only added to the ambiance.

The phone buzzed in your pocket.

//N: I can’t believe you left like that

You chuckled, texting him back.

          //why, you had any plans?

The answer came almost instantly.

//N: maybe

He was adorable. But--

          //have you finished with the lock?

//N: …no    

//N: wait are you gonna use our conversation as some sort of motivational tool now

Even if you weren’t, after getting a message like that?

You just had to.

          //maybe?

//N: jesus

          //sex is but a great metaphorical carrot. besides - it’s all about that delayed gratification and whatnot

A moment of silence.

And then:

//N: you’re evil.

That spiteful period at the end got you snickering loudly, earning you some curious looks.

A huge grin lit up your face.

          //gn <3

-----

You must admit, that game was quite exciting.

And Neil was getting better at it, and soon implying became no longer enough to make him lose his focus.

At first, it was relatively easy to prompt a blush or a slight tremble of a hand. But with every next attempt, he grew more and more resilient, and soon, the only indication that he heard you was the fire burning in his eyes.

Then you got really mean, throwing some ambitious tasks in front of him, tricky locks and complex mechanisms, as your teasing got more straightforward.

And descriptive.

It became hard to shake it off once you left the training room. The lingering looks. The accidental touches. The atmosphere, almost electric. In other words - the heat sink was ready to be popped, and it was no longer a matter of if, but more of when.

“4 minutes.”

Neil barely nodded, lips pressed together and brows knitted in concentration.

3 locks in 15 minutes. Difficult, but doable, considering his current level of skill. Too bad he’d slacked at the second one, not leaving too much time for the final push. Sure, you didn’t go easy on him along the way, but the real challenge was supposed to be a race against the clock, so now you just watched him with bated breath.

Click.

You checked the time.

“45 seconds”

“Goddamnit!” he uttered through gritted teeth, readjusting cramping fingers on the tools.

“Come on, you’ve got this,” you said, taking a step closer.

Another click.

He didn’t know that there was only one pin left to set. You did, that’s why you tried your best not to reveal it with your expression. Too early to celebrate, anyway.

“Nine... eight… seven… six… five…”

That’s when you heard a final click and you looked up from your phone, only to see the lock giving in and opening up.

“Yeah!” Neil cheered, banging a fist on the table and tossing the tools away.

You smiled, hiding the phone in the pocket. “Good job, I knew--” but before you could finish a sentence, Neil sprung up from his chair and closed the gap between you, then cupped your face with his palms and kissed you hungrily.

You froze for a second, but as your mind caught up, you kissed him back, tugging at the light blue shirt. He smiled against your lips and made you back away until you hit the wall, huffing at the sudden coldness of the surface. But he was bent on kissing you senseless until you both ended up gasping for air.

“You’re so paying for all that teasing,” he panted, running the tip of the tongue through his swollen lips. “Not to mention, you’ve given me a few fascinating ideas, and I’m very much willing to give them all a try.”

You grinned, fighting with your evidently short-circuiting brain for a grasp of coherence as his hands traveled down your body.

“My, my, all of them?”

“The night is young,” - his throaty chuckle sent a wave of heat through your body - “and I’m up for a challenge.”

“I’m counting on it,” you breathed, burying your fingers in his hair, and pulling him into a kiss again.

Actually, the challenge started right away, and that meant getting to Neil’s place, as the company conveniently rented him a room in a nearby hotel. Walking distance, but in your current quite heated state, every distance seemed way too long. Especially when you had to keep up appearances.

At least until the elevator’s door closed behind you.

The dark gaze fixed on you. Your breaths intertwining. His bottom lip between your teeth. The five o’clock shadow under your fingertips. Your hands sliding under his shirt. His knee parting your legs. The intoxicating smell of his cologne. Your quiet moan. His tongue slipping into your mouth--

A quiet sound announced you reached your floor, and you stumbled out into the corridor, giggling, unable to keep hands and lips off each other.

Your back hit the door, barely missing the knob. Without skipping a beat, Neil reached to the pocket of his pants, then into the other one. When he tried the third one, you broke the kiss, your expression nothing but innocent.

“Looking for this?” you asked, showing him a key card.

He furrowed his brows. “Yes, thank you, I don’t know how--...” he started, but when he tried to snatch his property, you hid your hand behind your back. His jaw went slack as it dawned on him and he stared at you in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.”

He groaned.

“You’re unbelievable,” he uttered as he pulled out his wallet. “Credit card?”

“Only if you’re not overly attached to it.” The roguish lights danced in your gaze. “Especially when you’re in a hurry,” you hinted, palming over the bulge in his pants. Neil squeezed his eyes shut, biting back a moan, and you stifled a chuckle. “Try any membership card.”

He glared at you. “You’re so in for it, you have no idea.”

“Promises, promises,” you pouted, trying not to burst into laughter at his wounded expression. “Work it.”

“Gladly, just tell me what to do.”

So you walked him through the process.

Fortunately, Neil really was a fast learner, making the door give way in no time.

“Good boy,” you hummed, and the blue eyes flared up.

He crashed his lips on yours, closing the door behind you.

Then he gave you a taste of what was coming for you.

And then some more.

And then…

...he gave you all.

(next chapter ->)

[infested-tea]

Bakugo, Shoto, and Deku x Trans! Femme Reader

I don’t really see any Trans!F headcanons for any my hero characters. So, why not do the three most simped characters in the show?

I’m trans masc myself, so there are some of them. Though not many. And even less for my trans femme friends out there. So, here’s an all inclusive to anyone on that side of the spectrum!

And don’t worry boys. Imma get y’all out there too. Working on it!

Enjoy my sugar buns! Love you all

Type: Fluff, headcanons, and a bit of angst

Katsuki Bakugou

High key will murder violently whomever even looks at you weirdly

Helps you with transitioning in whatever way he can

He spoils you with stuff than tries to deny it because tsundere

Katsuki 100% loves you and nothing changed afterward outside of more gifts and him cuddling you more.

(He claims it’s to comfort you but it’s really because he’s a big softy and will never admit it)

Need a tuck? He’ll get that. Need your estrogen? He’s on top of it already. Someone makes the unfortunate decision to dead name you and continue too? They don’t have a tomorrow.

He does ask questions but tries not to overstep any boundaries. And does his own research himself. He doesn’t need his hand held

Also, Bakusquad behind you 100% Mina and Sero especially. Especially Sero since, to me, he’s an nb.

I think it’s a general consensus that Bakugo is 100% an Uhh… passionate supporter of the lgbt

It’s also a general consensus that he’s gay

So, with him being gay, you were scared to come out to him

He would notice you growing distant

Now, you had trusted Bakugo with everything. And he was the same with you. He wouldn’t date you if he didn’t trust you.

So if you were really a girl and NOT a boy, you felt as if you betrayed his trust

But this is Bakugo. He’s way to perceptive

Probably knows more about you before you do

He’d notice how you’d look longingly at girls, especially when window shopping

How you would wear make-up or dresses but always denied anything about it

So, after six months of you dating. A long time for him in his book, and you growing distant. He knew something was off

You always looked guilty when you were caught by him

But he never put two and two together

He’s smart. But also kinda dumb

And he’s the type to let you come to him

But when he saw you crying in a skirt one day, looking at a mirror, he broke

He immediately ran to your side as fast as you can say “Trans rights”

He starts aggressively holding you in a great big bear hug and asks

“What’s wrong, baby? What’s been going on?”

A bombardment of questions made you shrink back and try to pull away

But he stubbornly held on

This was your gay boyfriend. He wasn’t going to accept you.

Or would he?

He gets you to calm down eventually, though it took a lot of trial and error

You pour out that you want to be more feminine

He looks confused

“Wha-? If it’s bothering you to where dresses then-

“No, Kat! I’m trans!”

He’s in a shocked silence

A feeling of betrayal stabbed him, but not for the reason you think

You take it as him about to verbally assault you and try to run off

He grabs you

Hold you as close as he can with his big, protective arms against your frame

“Why didn’t you come out to me sooner?” His voice was soft

You mumbled something about being scared and he just looked at you in both a mix of anger, betrayal, and devastation

But there was also a lot of love there.

He was hurt because you felt as if you couldn’t talk to him. And he said so. You began crying again and he held you

“Baby… I love you. Boy or girl. I don’t care. I’m gay. But I’m also in love with a beautiful girl right here.”

You looked at him with glassy eyes.

“I’ll support you in whatever way I can, ok? And as far as you want to transition. As feminine as you want to be. You’re my girlfriend or my boyfriend or whatever! But, you’re still my teddy bear.”

Izuku Midoriya

Now this boy

Mmm lemme tell you this boy

He is such a sweetheart to you

You came out to him along the first few months of dating

Both of you pride on strong communication and trust

And like Bakugo, he’d notice you dressing effeminately or growing distant

And when you came out to him

He was so happy you trusted him with it he cried

This bean is 100,000,000,000% your supporter and biggest fan in whatever you want to do as an adult or now

And this never changed that

You’re trans. You’re his girlfriend. Nough said

This boy will is on top of it when it comes to questions

And this boy is on top of anyone who decides to insult you

He will avidly defend you from people being transphobic or invalidating you

Honestly an overall supportive bean who will always be there for you and help you with whatever you need to transition comfortably

As for the Dekusquad… you will never have to worry about transphobes or homophobes because Ochako and Tsu may be sweet… but they can and will murder

Also Iida is just best boy. He is so sweet to you too. And of course he accepts you, HAVE YOU SEEN HIS BOYFRIEND?

Aoyama loves you and will totally dress up with you because to me, he’s a drag queen and I love him so much

And this was totally not to gush about the squads I love so much

Either way, Deku loves you and will absolutely love you until the end

May break a bone or two to beat up some transphobic trash… please don’t be mad

Shoto Todoroki

Oh Shoto

Oh poor Shoto

Poor poor dumbass Shoto

He is so damn oblivious

He just sees you in a dress or make-up and doesn’t even flinch

It’s you. So it’s fine

He noticed the looks of guilt you had

Mostly after a while of you doing this

You would have been dating for about a year before coming out to him

Because guilt bit at you

You were a girl with a gay boyfriend how could you do this to him?

But this is Shoto we’re talking about

And he started to notice you growing distant

Cuddle sessions became a lot less

Ok. He respected your space

But dammit he needs cuddles. They are magical

So, he confronts you about it.

“Baby, why aren’t you cuddling me anymore?”

You stutter a little

You start bawling and this boy is so confused

But he hugs you

And you spill out everything

Shoto is quiet afterward

You think it’s because he hates you

But he genuinely doesn’t know what the fuck is happening

A lot of thoughts and questions come through his mind

But right now the main one was “my girlfriend is sad… so I must cuddle her.”

He scooped you up and put you in bed, spooning you

Both of you were confused and fell asleep like that

You woke up the next morning with him gone

You started to cry before he burst through the door with a bunch of shopping bags

Motherfucker stayed up last night searching up transitioning process for Trans!F people and went out and bought everything he could that morning

Skirts, dresses, tank tops, bras, tucks for gaffing, whatever you could want

No medical transitioning however since he doesn’t know how far you want to go

You cried

He was alarmed but when he saw the smile on your face he was so happy too

“Does this mean we can cuddle again?”

You laughed at him and told him yeah

CUDDLES FOR THE WIN

[emily-thefanficwritter]

Cedric diggory x reader

⚠️TW: SMUT⚠️

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"Morning baby" i rubbed my eyes as cedric kissed my cheeck.

I looked over at the time and it shows 9 am. I was so confused. Why did he wake me up this early.

"Ugh,go back to sleep. It's only 9 in the morning." I groaned and covered my face with a pillow.

"Come on! Wake up! The trios and the weasleys are waiting for us in the living room. Go get ready!"

Shit! I completely forgot that we are going to the quidditch world cup! Fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck.

"I'm so sorry,i totally forgotten about it! I'll go get ready." He giggled at me.

"And stop giggling at me!" I said as i made my way in the bathroom and got ready.

[After getting ready]

I walked myseelf to the hall to see the weasleys,hermoine,harry and cedric joking around.

"Hey...sorry i took awhile"i said giggling to myself nervously.

The actions of hermoine and ginny was so fast i could barely see the expression of thier face.

"Y/n!" Hermoine said with exitement,getting up from her seat together with ginny and hugged me tightly.

I tapped on thier shoulders a little.

"G-guys. I-i c-an't breath!" They let go of me.

"Whops! Sorry hehe"hermoine said smiling to herself.

"It has been months since we saw each other! You can't say you don't miss us!" Ginny said pouting.

"Hmm...i don't think i miss you yet."i said jokingly. Giggling to myself and proceded to hug the weasleys and harry.

"We are very much offended!" Ginny said rolling her eyes.

"Look what you have done to out precious y/n mr diggory!" Hermoine folded her arms and stood beside ron.

"Come on darling,you know she is joking right." Hermoine stared at ron and rolled her eyes.

"Should we get going?? Don't want to be late"harry said putting his arm around ginnys shoulder.

Harry had gotten taller then her was. About the same height as ginny. We walked our way out of the house and started hiking to the hill if the portkey. Cedrics dad is currently out of town so it was preety much the first world cup without him.Fred and george are busy at the shop. Percy is with the minister, bill is with fluer and molly stays home for house cleaningCedric put his arm around my shoulder while placing a kiss on my head.

"You okay there baby?"i looked up at him.

"Come down here" he moved his head in front of me and i whispered in his ear.

"How did harry got taller?" That sentence got his all laughter up.

He started bursting into laughter and everyone stared at us.

"Cedric shhh!!" I said slapping him on the shoulder.

"Whats so funny?" Harry asked.

I shook my head no but cedric blurted it out.

"She said that you have gotten taller!"this stupid idiot

"Okay thats it. No more kisses for you" i said as i grabbed hermoine and ginny from ron and harry.

"See ginny! Even y/n thinks i grew taller! You owe me 5 galleons!" Ginny groaned.

"Why did you have to say that y/n"

"Blame it on cedric." I said looking at him.

"Oh come on baby-"

"Talk to the hand" i could see that he was doing a pouting face at the back of my face and i just giggled.

"Stop giggling at me!" I rolled my eyes and kept talking to the girls about the quidditch teams.

[After the quidditch match. At our house]

Harry,ginny,ron and hermoine decided to stay at me and cedrics place. We had extra rooms so it was cool. Ginny and the boys wanted to drink but me and hermoine do not really drink so we stayed out of it.

Me and hermoine was just sitting aside and talking about muggle stuff when ron came over and started to kiss her pationatly.

"Okay,you guys have fun imma chow."i said as i cleaned up the mess that they made.

I put away all the alcahols and fire whiskeys inside the cabinet again. I saw cedric sound asleep. It was only us in the living room,the rest had went up to thier rooms. I didn't mind sleeping on the couch with him. I went in our room to get some pillows and blankets for us. When i walked out of the room, cedric was awake. Like awake awake.

"Going go bed so early love?" He said with the drunk tone.

He stood up and hugged me.

"Well you were sound asleep just now."i said giggling.

"Wanna do something fun?" I knew exactly what he means.

"Now?" I said smirking.

"What do you think?" He said as he pushed me down to the ground supporting my back.

"Cedric,were going to get caug-" his lips fell to mine

I could tell he was on his boost mood. He started opening my shirt and pants and let my underwear stay on me. I moaned in his mouth.

He kissed my neck leaving dark spots everywhere. He made his way down to my underwear and started rubbing and teasing it.

"Wet already darling?"  He said as he undress himself fully naked.

"C-cedric" he licked my clit while rubbing it after 

he slowly put himself in me,teasing by just putting the tip on him in. i tried pushing myself in but he kept holding me back

"patients baby"he said smirking even though i was shutting my eyes

"p-please cedric!" i said shouting for him to put himself in me fully

" there it is. i was waiting for you to beg my name" he put his full size in me and I moaned biting my lips 

I could hear the others having fun to. it was not helping,it was olny building me up more only to know there was others around me. cedric build up his speed and started cussing to himself how good it feels.

"b-baby..mhmm your so tight"he groan in pleasure.

by now i was already clawing into his skin. I guess he was already normal with it.He thrusted harder and deeper. i moaned quite loudly and he covered my mouth.

"your being too loud darling." i kept moaning in his hand.

" i'm going to-" he cuts me

"i know,me to." his thrust got sloppier and he groand.

both of us realesed at the same time. i groaned in pleasure tossing my head back as my body went to orgasm mode after coming. He let his member out of me and laid beside me running my hair through his finger.

"let me clean you up" he said winking and picking me up bridal style.

i giggled at him and laid my face in his chest.

My wattpad: smutsyducky

[blackmissfrizzle]

Up Late

Pairing: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: Despite Angel’s orders you wait for him to come home

WC: 832

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my submission for @chaneajoyyy and @shaekingshitup quarantine writing challenge! I’m surprised that I got it under 1000!

Angel hung his head when he drove up and saw the light on. He told you not wait up for him, but here it is 3 in the morning and you’re still up.

Your head turned away from your laptop to the door when you heard Angel unlocking the door. When Angel’s eyes landed on you he shook his head in disappointment. In return you gave him a sheepish smile and shrugged your shoulders.

He took your coffee mug that undoubtedly was more creamer and sugar than actual coffee and set it on the table. He leaned down over you, hands on each side of the chair and kissed you all over your face while trying to admonish you. “Didn’t I tell you not to wait up?” He punctuated each word with a kiss.

Giggling, you cupped his chin to scratch his beard. “Yeah. Didn’t you also say to stop studying as well?”

Angel snuggled his face deep into your neck. “Oh, so you really wanna be in trouble?”

“Depends on what that trouble is?” You raised your eyebrow at him.

“No sex for a week kind of trouble.”

You rolled your eyes at him and waved him off. “Boy, please. You can’t even last two days without this punanny.”

Angel couldn’t keep the grin off his face. He knew you had him dead to rights. Wrapping his arms around you, he picked you up, took your seat and placed you in his lap. “Why are you up this late?” He asked, changing the subject.

“Can’t sleep. I started worrying about you and then I thought studying would stop it, but then I just started worrying about you and EZ and vet school.”

“Mi dulce, what did I say about worrying about me and EZ?”

“Not to,” you pouted.

“Then start doing it.”

“But I don’t trust Galindo!” Angel tried to interrupt you, but your words trampled over his. “He’s got y’all in his mess. And then Emily’s pasty ass thinks she can have her cake and eat it too by asking EZ to do her favors! I promise you if I wouldn’t get torture to death, I would’ve decked her ass already.”

Angel playfully bit your shoulder. “Don’t worry about club business or EZ, we got this. You just keep your head in them books, so I can call you Dr. Reyes.”

“Dr. Reyes?” You repeated. “You think imma put in all that time and hard work and not be called Dr. Y/L/N? Psst, you must be out your mind. Now being called Mrs. Reyes is a different thing.”

“Oh, you wanna my old lady?” Angel had a goofy grin on his face for two reasons. 1) he knew you hated the term old lady and 2) you wanted to be his wife.

You tapped his head lightly with your fist. “I said Mrs. Reyes not old lady!”

Angel laughed as he stood up. He was gonna carry you, but when he saw your pleading eyes he knew you wanted to be carried a different way. Turning his back to you, Angel told you, “Hop on.”

Excitedly, you jumped on his back, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, inhaling the scent of his leather kutte. “Hey, babe.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think Bishop would let me in the club? That way I can have backup when I whoop Emily’s ass.”

“This again?” Angel scoffed at your determination to beat up his brother’s high school sweetheart. “You do know that EZ is older than you. You don’t have to put on this big sis routine”

“Actually, little sisters are the ones that gets shit done, old man. Anyway answer my question. I could see it now: me with my own kutte, riding a motorcycle looking all badass, and shooting guns. Pew, pew, pew.” You pretended to shoot a gun.

Angel set you on the bed and kissed your forehead. “I was gonna say yeah, but badass bikers don’t say pew, pew, pew and get piggyback rides from their boyfriends.” He began undressing as you got under the covers.

“Whatever, you just jealous because we both know I would move through the ranks fast.”

“Yeah, babe that’s why,” Angel lazily agreed with you as he got in the bed.

Neither of you had the energy for your nightly routine of sexing each other to sleep. Instead, you just held each other, limbs intertwined.

Angel had a little bit more energy than you, so he rubbed your back to make sure you fell asleep. He knew you were stressed out between worrying about him, EZ, school, and work.

“Angel,” you called out to him half asleep, your hand cradling his cheek.

“Yes, mi amor?”

“I can’t wait to be your old lady.”

You could feel Angel’s smile against your palm before he kissed it. “Me neither.” You heard before you went to dream about your future with Mr. Angel Reyes.

Tagging: @cocooned-butterfly @titty-teetee @dannixchristian @ladydragonpurplefire @mrsamaroevans @sparklemichele @morena-baby @briannab1234

[iaal]

Alright then here's another ask you can answer as crack ! What would it be like to share a bed with the men from the trash quartet ? Not really to get down to kinky business, just you know ye old trope of "oopsie looks like there is only one bed in this hotel room"...I'm so cliche Imma go hide in a hole (if Illumi isn't already in it)

Thank you so much for the ask! I don’t know if I answered how in the way you hope but it was very fun to write! I just wanted to make drabbles for the trash but Hisoka end up taking too long. I’d like to say I’d do all of them eventually but now I don’t make promise I’m not sure to keep. I didn’t get it proof read so it might be worse than usual.

WARNING: NONE OMG AM I WRITING FLUFF NOW?????

Hisoka:You paused with your fist mid air. Were you sure of this? Really very sure? It looked like an incredibly bad idea now didn’t it? You were half tempted to just go back, the other half was your muscles screaming exhaustion and the promise of a comfy bed just a door away.

You took a deep breath and knocked.

“Do you want something?” Hisoka’s infuriating smile greeted you as soon as he opened the door. Yup, bad idea.

“You got the last room…and… you said I… we could share,” Here you go, you’ve been so cocky earlier laughing at even the idea of sleeping in the same room as him and look at you now, not even looking him in the eyes, stuttering like a child .

When the clerk told you Hisoka just booked the last room and there was none free unless a last minute cancellation you were still pretty confident.A dozen room or so, you were certain at least one person wouldn’t show up and at this hour you’d be fast asleep, sinking in a soft and warm mattress. Tough luck.

“Oh? What made you change your mind? Didn’t you said you’d prefer to, and I quote “Sleep deep in the asshole of a musty boar” than share a room with me?” he emphasized the musty boar part with a nose wrinkle.

Well you did said that. Shit. It’s fine, you could just go back to the lobby and sleep on a chair. It’s already been 4 nights sleeping in the forest, what’s one more? At least you’re not in the cold anymore. No way you’ll apologize to him. It’s fine even if he’s going to enjoy the comfort of a bed and you won’t. The last part made you irrationally angry. He had to endure the same condition than you during the mission but he always looked fresh and rested, you needed a good sleep way more than him.You chewed your lips looking down, thinking what’s more worth to you right now. The bed or your pride.

“So what? Are you so petty you’re taking your offer back for that?” Pride it is then. “Besides there’s no boar asshole around for me to sleep in, you’re the second worst choice,” you added, doubling down on the rudeness. You’re already fucked, at least it’s best to vent than to grovel and be said no.

Hisoka looked at you for a second and lifted a hand to his mouth and…laughed, his shoulder shaking and his other arm gripping at the door frame for support.You blinked once, twice, shrugged and decided is was as good as any “we’re good” declaration.

“I knew you wouldn’t hold a grudge,” you grinned and patted him on the shoulder on your way inside.

“You’re really shameless, you know that?” Hisoka chuckled and closed the door behind you.

“Thanks,” you threw your bag in a corner of the room and prepared yourself to jump on the inviting bed wen something stopped you by grabbing your collar.  Hisoka was holding you with a scowl on his face.

“Don’t even think of touching the covers before taking a shower,” he sighed when you looked at him quizzically, “you’re dirty,’ he concluded.It was really not that bad, just some road dust, mud and maybe a bit of dried blood. You sniffed yourself and you’ve known worse, you didn’t understand why he was so fussy about so little.

“I’ll take one in the morning, I’m too tired now! And we’ve bath this morning in the lake so I’m good,” you lose your jacket so Hisoka didn’t have a grip to prevent you for reaching the bed, you jumped, ready to be engulfed by silk and feather. And got pulled back. Landing painfully on your ass. Ah, Bungee Gum.  So close to your goal your forgot about that.

“My, my. What I’m going to do with you,” he said crouching beside you and poking at your cheek “I could pin you to the wall all night. I’m sure your cursing would lull me to sleep in no time,” you didn’t even tried to struggle, you knew it’ll only exhaust you more. Glaring didn’t take much effort though. “Or you could go take a shower like I asked and enjoy a good night sleep. Your choice,” Hisoka wasn’t impressed with your glaring and kept poking at your cheek, dodging every time you tried to swat his hand.

“Fine, you win…” begrudgingly you stood up and walk in the direction of the shower.

“Oh and there’s no use if you put back your clothes, there’s bathrobes in the drawer.” he pointed.

You almost fell asleep standing down under the hot water but it was worth it. It eased the pain in your sore body a bit and you felt the knot on your shoulder untangled. With a content sigh you washed away the rest of the shampoo and turn off the water. You stepped out and enveloped yourself in a towel and brushed your hair. It did feel good and Hisoka won’t have anything to argue about now. The bed was yours.

“Much better,” Hisoka hummed when you exited the bathroom, nodding appreciatively at how the bathrobe was clinging at your still damp body. “Should we go to bed now? We’re not in an hurry tomorrow but it’s best to be on our way as early as possible” he noted.

“Yeah, yeah you don’t have to tell me twice. I’m ready to pass out,” you grumbled, falling on the mattress. Finally, softness, fluffiness, everything was perfect, this right now was the best day of your life you had no doubt about it. You rolled on yourself with as much grace as a baby penguin and got under the covers. You smiled  appreciating your body getting warmer and the softness of the sheets on your skin.

It was a perfect moment, you were so close to attain bliss. So why does Hisoka had to be naked right now?

“Are you kidding? Can’t you at least keep your underwear??” you snapped. You just wanted to sleep, now you’re going to be too preoccupied about his dick flapping around under the cover to really rest. You knew it was a bad idea, it was going too smoothly so far, there was no chance you could have a pleasant uneventful night.

“Do I need to remind you that’s my bed you’re getting comfortable in right now? If how I sleep displease you you’re free to sleep somewhere else,” he turned off the light and lied beside you. Maybe if it was before you were already tucked in you would have slammed the door and go find a corner to spend the night but now it was way too hard to leave your comfy nest.

“Don’t try anything weird,” you warned, and you knew it was like asking the sun to stop shinning.

“I wouldn’t dare,” he whispered in a low voice way too close to your neck.

Slowly you started to drift away, your body relaxing while you lost focus on what was around you. When he’d put his hand on your hips you said nothing, same as when he placed his head on the crook on your neck. Giving him attention would only encourage his teasing, as long as he’d let you sleep you decided to not think too hard about it, it’s just Hisoka being Hisoka. Nothing to get worked up about. When he pressed himself against you, your patience ran out and you throw an elbow as hard as you could in the direction of his ribs.He intercepted the blow effortlessly, he was waiting for it.

“Cut the crap Hisoka, I want to sleep. Don’t be an asshole,” you barked, scouting away for him as much as you could.

“The bed isn’t big you know,” he whined, “There was barely enough space for me to be comfortable when I was alone, but with you…” he sighed.

“You’re full of shit,” you answered.

He’d find more and more excuses to…to what exactly? You didn’t know but you you were sure if this continues you wouldn’t get any rest and you were too tired to argue all night long.

“Put back your underwear and you can play big spoon all you want,” sometimes you have to lose the battle to win the war and now was one of those moment. If he’s satisfied with that it’d have been worth it.

After a moment of silence you heard Hisoka getting up and you tried really hard to fall asleep in the short respite.

“All done, are you happy now?” you could hear his grin and it was pissing you off.

Hisoka came back next to you pressing himself closer, one harm around your waist and placing another under your neck.Is he a fucking octopus you thought when he start putting a leg between yours and encircling your thigh with the other. You could barely move and  you weren’t much comfortable.

“How am I suppose to sleep when you’re trying to smother me,” you tried to wiggle a bit to get more room but it was futile.

“You said I could play big spoon all I want,” he held you closer ,humming when you tried to get away. “Although, I should warn you,” he breathed in your ear, “if you keep moving so much I’m not sure I’d be able to calm down.”Immediately you stilled yourself. Slowly, without rubbing on anything you wouldn’t want to awaken, you tried to find a good position.

Hisoka chuckled and turned you around so you’d face him. Having your head on his shoulder was surprisingly comfortable and you were able to put a bit of distance with his lower half. For a moment you struggled to find where to put your arm but he took it and put it around his waist.

“Better?”, he asked, gently rubbing your back . The touch was soothing and his slow breathing was lulling you to sleep.

“It would do,” you answered yawning. Hisoka was so hot, you found yourself nuzzling closer just to be more engulfed in his warmness. It was nice and snug, you didn’t even noticed falling asleep.

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You didn’t know what time it was. It was still dark outside, it’s was too early to waking up and all you wanted was going back to sleep but you were hot. So hot.Hisoka nice warmth was now a furnace and you were sweating profusely, trying to get out of his iron grip to cool yourself a little.  Kicking him didn’t work, he was still lightly snoring and the only reaction he had was to tighten his embrace.

Being agitated only made you hotter so you calmed yourself to try to think of a way to waking him.First you tried to call his name, increasingly louder but he only frowned and grumbled something. You tried biting his neck but stopped really quick when he started moaning in his sleep. Violence, in this case, was not the answer.An idea was on your mind but you were reluctant to try it, it could backfire nastily and wouldn’t let you sleep more.

After 20 minutes of suffering this heat you were ready to try anything. Carefully, you positioned yourself the best you could with the little room you had to protect your vitals and you let it out.A big wave of murderous aura poured out of you.

Hisoka eyes snapped open immediately, you barely had time to block when his hand hit, only throwing you on the opposite wall rather than taking your head off. You lied still on the floor, enjoying the coolness. Nothing broken, it was worth it.

“What are you doing?” he questioned gruffly. He was looking around, still half asleep trying to understand if the blood lust was targeting him or if there was a danger he wasn’t yet aware.

“I was too hot and you wouldn’t budge and I couldn’t wake you up,” you turned on your stomach  to cool all of your sides, smiling. This time was definitely the best day of your life, if felt so good to be free. Hisoka was watching you rolling around on the floor, his brows raised high.

“Do you have any idea of how dangerous it was?” he started laughing without waiting for your answer. A real, loud, belly laugh, for once. You ignored him, your face still pressed on the cool tiles of the room.

After a while, he calmed himself and sat next to you. “Here, look,” he put his hand on your forehead, you were ready to push it away, you’ve worked hard to get cool, you didn’t want his scorching skin on yours. But the touch was fresh, nothing like how it felt a few minutes ago.

“How?” you asked.

“It’s a secret ~ ♣” he smirked, “Come back to bed, I promise it’ll be more pleasant now,” You hesitated a moment and followed him back.

He still held you but his arms were looser around you. Hisoka was more touchy, his hands trailing on your thighs, collarbone, arms… however you didn’t pushed him away. Even if he was warmer than the floor the contact was pleasant.

This time you awoke to Hisoka’s head buried in your chest, his hands resting on your ass. You punched him in the head.

“Good morning,” he crooned.

“Get the fuck off”, you couldn’t even open your eyes in peace.

“That’s so rude. You were so cute when you were asleep, clinging to me and nuzzling like a kitten,” he lifted his head to offer you his brightest smile, still holding you.

Another punch in the head and you got out of bed.

After getting yourself ready, you sat down for a coffee, Hisoka joined you on the small table, his chin resting on his hand.

“I was the one making a reservation for all the rooms available,” his tone was flat but there’s was a glimmer in his eyes. He was waiting for your reaction.

You almost spat out your drink. This fucker. This disgusting son of a bitch. Of course he would. You complained about how tired you were and how you’d kill for a night in a proper bed the last couple of days. You walked right into his play. And now he confessed to you just to get one last kick out of it.

“Good for you,” you wouldn’t get the satisfaction to let him get under your skin, “I hope you enjoyed it because it’ll freeze in hell before you get another chance.”

Hisoka stood up and gave your head a pat.

“Well, I should get some warmer clothes then.”

[gyllenhaalstories]

GRATITUDE & ATTITUDE — THANKSGIVING WITH RAPPER!JAKE HEADCANONS.

anonymous asked:  what would rapper jake be like at Thanksgiving?

warnings: confused canadian tries to understand american thanksgiving, multiple mentions of food/eating, daddy kink, brief mentions of smut (as usual).

notes: i apologize if i’m not representing thanksgiving properly, i tried to do as much research as possible though! for those who don’t have this holiday/don’t associate with the religious aspects of it (like me!), this is pretty much focused on family gatherings and food, so you’re good! i found the gifs in a gif hunt and idk who made them, i’m sorry i can’t credit the creators. i was listening to mirrorball by taylor swift and glee’s let’s have a kiki/turkey lurkey so... yeah don’t vibe with me this time! happy thanksgiving to everyone who celebrate it! <3

food. this holiday was about food and nobody could tell rapper!jake otherwise.

the mountain of grocery bags and produce in the kitchen proved his point. he was determined to turn into all of those friendly people he watched on food network. you know, the kind eyed grandmas and the men with funky glasses? he even got an aprin. and new oven mits in which his hands actually fit. he had all of the recipes printed out on paper, then taped on the cabinets’ doors. he had the biggest smile on his face.

“when we’ll have kids, imma cook them yummy dinners every night.” he greeted you with this promise when you walked in the kitchen, rubbing your tired eyes.

you checked the clock on the microwave. it was 8: 20 am.

jake caught up on your confusion. “i waited in the parking lot to be the first person there as they open, ordered all the food online last night when you were sleeping. i picked up a cute table center piece on my way back. isn’t it lovely?”

lovely. that’s not a word he used often.who was this man and where was your boyfriend?

you turned your head and found a very autumn looking arrangement of candles and wood and other golden elements. you nodded slowly, approving of his choice.

you turned your heels, ready to go back to bed and ignore the upcoming chaos in the kitchen as lil chef jakey-jake was about to cook for an entire army.

“don’t you wanna be a good girl and help daddy cook for your parents?”

soon enough you two were wearing matching aprins, you had jake’s hands printed in flour on your butt as he fed you slices of apple while putting the pie together.

it was barely two in the afternoon and everything was ready or finishing to cook. jake made sure to let you taste test everything. he didn’t want you to be too full, so he let you snack on some froot loops around lunch time. he couldn’t deal with a hangry hostess, tonight was too special for that!

you started to yawn and get cranky and quite frankly, he was not doing any better.

“let’s nap before we feast like royalty” he suggested.

you cleaned the kitchen at the speed of lightning.

jake grabbed your hand and pulled you upstairs. he tucked you in. you spooned him, hiding your hands under his t-shirt to keep them warm as you too quickly fell asleep. he was too exhausted to laugh at your cold fingers toasting against his skin.

the alarm ran so loud that jake jumped off the bed (he caught himself before falling on the floor).

“wake up, buttercup.”

you earned a kiss on your temple, basically the only corner of skin exposed from under the blankets.

you growled in response, missing the warmth of his body.

“oh, is that so? you’re not gonna let daddy make you feel good in the shower?”

won’t you look at that, your pyjama was tossed on the floor, steam was leaving the glass shower and your back was pressed against the tiles as jake held you up and fucked into you, slow and deep.

“stuffin’ you up so good” jake laughed, as both of you were close to your release.

you exploded in laughter, jake echoing your gleeful giggles. he went to rub your sensitive clit and a few seconds later, you were screaming out his name.

the two of you got dressed. he wore a black shirt. you wore something that matched. you put on light makeup and perfume as jake watched your reflection on the steamy mirror, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“tonight is going to be perfect.” you reassure him, making him grin.

the door bell rang and jake ran down the stairs. he let you fix his rebellious collar and press a kiss on the tip of his nose.

the door slammed open. “mom, dad! so good to see you!” jake greeted your parents, remembering how you introduced them to him the first time.

another wave of laughter. jake noticed that you had the same happy wrinkles at the corner of your eyes as your mother. he loved that new detail about you.

“gather around, the food is ready!” jake said and your mom offered to help him serve the plates. he accepted, thankful for an extra pair of hands.

the table was quickly covered with mashed potatoes, chicken (he didn’t want to roast a whole turkey for the four of you), roasted veggies, salad, gravy, bread and basically everything you could think of (he kept the froot loops on the counter in case you didn’t like his newfound recipes).

jake buttered a slice of bread for you, earning a smile from your father.

you gave him a bite of stuffing and the two of you laughed at his cheesy dirty talk from earlier.

jake leaned closer to your ear, when your parents discussed some encounter with wild turkeys they had on their way home. it was picturesque, but jake’s words snapped you out of this reverie.

“all the food is good, but your pussy’s still my favourite flavour.”

you choked on your sip of hot apple cider for a quick second.

this man had no shame.

rapper!jake started to talk to your dad about the hockey season. and to your mom about the carrot cake recipe he found that he wanted to make with her.

you blinked away a happy tear.

the rest of thanksgiving dinner went smoothly. you guys went to watch television, some old scenes of charlie brown were playing. jake switched to music instead, the smooth jazz of louis armstrong brought your dad to invite you for a slow dance around living room. jake did the same with your mother.

eventually, you tried to switch partners and your dad ended up dancing with jake. they both went all in, suddenly thinking they were in a royal ballroom.

it was after the four of you stopped laughing that your mother suggested they drove back home.

it had started to snow outside, pretty hard.

“why don’t you stay? we have a guest room.”

the we made you feel all happy inside. it was jake’s house, he worked so hard to afford it. yet, he considered it yours too.

“we don’t want to bother the lovebirds!” your mom tried to deny the invitation.

“family is never a reason to be bothered.”

these words came from jake.

the same jake who, not too long ago, didn’t even speak to his own family. he didn’t want to have anything to do with them.

the same jake who was about to break down at the thought of meeting your parents.

the same jake who thought would never have a family of his own.

your parents smiled and thanked the both of you.

jake gave your dad some merch and sweatpants for sleep wear. your mom took your favourite pyjama set.

they were fast asleep.

and you thought jake would be too, after such an exhausting day of running around.

“what are you thinking about, my love?” you asked.

jake shrugged, moving his arm so you could snuggle up against him. you rested your head on his naked chest. the beat of his heart was peaceful, almost enchanting.it was your favourite musi.

“we didn’t say what we were thankful for.” he remembered the essential tradition of thanksgiving.

“then say it now.” you chuckled softly.

“i’m thankful for you,” he poked your nose, making you scrunch it adorably. “thankful i get to see you smile, get to hug you and kiss you, get to sing to you until you sleep...”

he kept going with millions of other details.

“i’m thankful for the wonderful human that you are, jacob.”

strangely, he was both tearing up and getting a boner at the same time. you can’t blame him, there’s something very hot about being open and vulnerable.

you moved on top of him, trailing kisses on his jawline and neck, on that sweet spot that drove him wild right under his ear. you painted his collarbone with more kisses.

your pace slowed down, your body was falling against his.

he wrapped his arms around you, making sure you were safe and sound as he heard you snoring slightly.

he laughed through his nose, not bothering to turn the lamp off.

he opened his mouth one last time that evening, to whisper those three magical words:

“i love you.”

[kikyoinuyashashipper]

Anime, is anime. Nothing is gonna be or look as it should. Whether it's a specific anime or anything else, but also this is facts 😂 I wonder what I'd look like if I was a anime character 🤔?

One of The awesome,funny and honestly interesting thing about it.

Things are not always as they seem, they could look one way but be absolutely the opposite and visaversa, not only is this kinda realistic in a wayis, let me exonerate, people are all different whether it be skin color sizes,hair color, personalities and whatnot, there are also those in real life that look older than they actually are, and the same can be said for the opposite, there are people that look younger than they actually are, and as of recently I've noticed the Loli controversy is starting up again, I personally don't really care for loli's that much like I have a crush on one like honey senpai is shouta(male older than he looks because he has child like features opposite of Loli ) I'll just turn myself into a Loli to be with him no big deal, don't get me wrong the Loli and shouta are adorable and really cool at times, but for me when I simp over a character I'm kinda into those like ban 7deadly sins(got them abs😆) but if you show me a image of them "aged up" or more defined and with more mature looking features (abs) that's what I'm into you show me an adorable anime guy like mitsukuni Haninozuka imma be pinching cheeks and snuggles, and eating cake, and stealing a kiss or 2 that's, now I've seen mitsukuni with more mature features/having puberty/growth spurt hitting him hard and I simp, and this is me with preference I guess you can say, I like anime abs, I don't mind a guy that's cute and chubby tho because I can just imagine them with abs and I simp, and without abs I'm also a person who admires a great personality not just the body, like Viktor from Yuri on ice I haven't seen it yet but I at least know his name but he's adorable chubby and smoking when he loses the weight 🤤🔥❤️.

And no matter what age they originally are, I'm not going to be thinking about that, I'll be thinking of me and that character I like regardless, if the character is younger ,then I'm younger and we will hold hands, and get ice cream, puppy love, if we are older still holding hands, and getting ice cream and throw in the romantic aspect, such as dates marriage, having intercourse, having kids,a future, growing old together,then dying and going to heaven together yeah I can imagine that as well, I can change them older or younger or myself older or younger because it is fiction and a fantasy and there is no reality, it can be whatever I want in the fantasy if I imagine a age difference since imma girl and their the boy if I'm older I automatically think of omgoodness he's in love with his senpai, or his best friends mom, or his babysitter, or with the older single lady who helped him once when he was little who he spent time with over time having fun, like going to the park talking about videogames,or other normal everyday stuff, who he grew a crush on over time and feels it turned into something more when he got older, her thinking of him as a child until he matured/legal age out of school already and he made moves on her showing he wanted to be anything but a child with her,her not accepting his feelings,yet over time he grows on her and her feelings change and decides to give him a chance, then they get married and live happily ever after, same thing if it's the opposite way. How a character looks despite age depends on the creator as in most cases age isn't important for the moral or for the telling of the story. Now for definitions, Loli has 2 definitions and both go for this word. Loli is a female child, that's one definition now here's the 2nd definition as well Loli also means a adult or person of legal age who has the attributes, features, or characteristics of a child while being anything but that.

Shouta is the opposite of Loli its a male child/ a adult who has the attributes/features/characteristics of a child but is anything but that.

In real life I have been mistaken as a child/minor I've been told I looked 12 or 16 very rarely ever got an answer above those ages highest I got was 20 something. When I got called 12 I was a 17 (turning 18 after graduation) senior in highschool, even the freshman thought I was one of them. Now I'm 19 gonna be 20 soon and am out of school and was called a 16 yr old by a 17 year old girl still in highschool.

I guess I could be defined as a Loli when I'm anything but a child.

Yet I'm also well endowed on my upper half of my body and have back pain because of it, in other words I got a pair of tits, and was called a hentai girl, by other people who liked manga and anime as well, even though I was called a child by others. So I have in body mature features (defined by a person or two as a hentai body),by my face I'm a Loli and look like a child(also defined by a person or two as younger than I am) when I'm a adult. So I'mma Loli hentai girl in the real world? No idea, but wait I can't define myself by fictional standards? correct. so imma human being who looks younger than they are.

Imma tag everyone I can.

This can actually go for all aspects of animation not just anime, Princess's are from 14+ snow white was 14 fun fact there, wouldn't really be able to tell. Age difference is in everything, and I still enjoy snow white it's actually one of my favorite Disney films before and after I even knew this information, and I honestly have no problem with it, mostly because for that time it's considered normal, and I was a kid and just saw a princess movie, I didn't think that their ages were relevant to the story/stories. Besides sleeping beauties 16 got spindle pricked on a spinning wheel and fell into a deep sleep, Wich was going to be death but was changed. In the original sleeping beauty, she was put to sleep for 100years as was her kingdom, the kingdom was covered in brambles/thorns (rose thorns to be specific but they didn't bloom because they were enchanted and used for defense to make sure the spell couldn't be broken), and each time someone thought to go near, or try to save the kingdom to free it's people the ground would break open underneath them swallowing them up, right where the brambles/thorns started at the end of the kingdom, so even if they managed to get past the area where the earth broke the enchanted thorns (rose thorns) would rip them to shreds, with their blood and bodies fertilizing the ground and the thorns would grow. This happened for many years until everyone forgot about it, then finally 100 years had passed and the roses finally bloomed, a prince was coming through and had heard of the kingdom and of the many who lost their lives trying to enter and was going to explore and see if he can find a way in, to see the beauty that was rumoured to live there. When he arrives the Thorn's were in bloom and the ground didn't break but allowed him to pass, the thorns actually even made way for him to go through. When he got into the kingdom he saw everything and everyone fast asleep noone had aged a day, then he explored and discovered the princess and this is where it gets kinda dark compared to Disney's version. So rape trigger warning don't read unless you want and can handle it.

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The prince saw the beauty and instead of doing true loves kiss to break the spell, he raped her multiple times and then he left and never returned. Beauty then became pregnant while still asleep, she had twins, and as they wriggled around searching to breastfeed one of them caught onto her finger with the spindle splinter in her finger, it sucked on her finger and managed to get the splinter out, Wich then awoke the princess and the rest of the kingdom, who was a very confused princess, and now a new mother with no idea who "prince charming" was. And that's actually the original telling of sleeping beauty, there are other versions that are less dark,but this is the original as far as I know and the oldest I could find that was in English.

[z-iridest]

virgin s/o first time with dabi, bakugo, kirishima and midoriya

(A/N: Okay, Imma do this in headcannons and not really showing real detail [just cuz I'm not quite used to writing smut ngl], but the boys will be aged up to 18+ for this if they already aren't in cannon!

For the record, I added how old u guys r when u do it.... Just for the hell of it....)

Warnings: Mentions of sex, cursing (It's Bakugo, what'd u expect?)

MHA Boys- First Time with a Virgin (Female!) S/O:

Izuku Midoriya

(20 years old)

This boi.....

This soft bean has been with you through everything ever since the first year of U.A.

This boi fell in love with you the moment he met you, and has cherished the hell out of you ever since

Having graduated from U.A., you were both his main supporter and his partner in fighting crime since the two of you started in the pro hero business about 2 years ago

Which is why he wanted to take your relationship of 5 years to the next level

He wanted to prove how much he loved you by making love to you, though each time he tried to initiate it, you kept shying away.

After the third time, he confronted you about it.

"Princess... Am I doing something wrong? I know I get carried away when we make out sometimes, and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable at all."

It takes so much gentle reassurance, but when you finally tell him you're a virgin, he's shocked to his core

How can someone so beautiful, someone he's lucky to be with, still be a virgin?

"Princess, you know if you're not ready for this, we don't have to.... I'd never force you into something you don't want to do, and you know that..."

Aaaaand, cue the infamous Midoriya rambling you've come to know and love him for

You cut him off with a kiss, a sweet loving kiss that he immediately melted into before telling him that you were ready for it, and wanted your first time to be with him

If you thought he wasn't flustered asking you about this, he's definitely flustered now. This is his first time too, after all.

He nodded before kissing you, the tender, loving kiss that you had come to know and love

It gradually got more passionate and before you knew it, he was on top of you, kissing down your neck

Profuse apologies everytime he thinks he's hurting you

"You're doing so great, Princess." "I love you so much." "You're so beautiful."

Those words constantly spill out from Izuku as he makes love to you

Aftercare is just as sweet and gentle as he is

After sex cuddles? You better be ready to fall asleep in his arms afterwards....

Unless you both have energy for more than one round, that is....

Katsuki Bakugo

(20 years old)

Just like Midoriya, this Explosion Boi has been with you through your guys' first year at U.A.

How'd you catch his attention? Plain and simple....

He bumped into you in the hallway, and with a, "Watch where you're going, nerd!" Started to walk away.... That is... Until this came out of your mouth:

"Why don't you watch where you're going, asswipe?!"

That led to an arguement and a couple months later, you were part of the BakuSquad.

Fast forwarding to where you two are now 5 years into a steady relationship

Bakugo seriously considered you his endgame, his forever girl.... The Katsuki Bakugo doesn't fuck around when it comes to shit like this.

So, everytime you flinch away from him when he gets handsy during makeouts...

Explosion Boi is thrown for a loop

Like, is he doing something wrong? Wtf?

As a 20 year old, Bakugo legit is being as patient as possible, but the 50th time you flinch away from him, he finally confronts you.

"Every time I start getting handsy when we're making out, you jump away from me and say you're hurting. The first time, I backed off, but this is the umpteenth time. So, either I take your ass to the doctor right now, or you're lying to me and you need to fucking be honest with me and tell me what the hell I'm doing wrong."

When you tried to run away from the situation, he was instantly on his feet, capturing your hand in his before you could take another step away from him. The annoyance had softened down, his tone as he spoke almost pleading.

"Baby... You know you can talk to me about anything. If I'm doing something wrong, talk to me about it. Shit, babe, the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable, but you gotta let me know when I do so I can fix it." He gently cupped your face in his hands, making you look into his vermillion eyes, the eyes that held so much love for you. "Please, no running this time. Y/N, tell me what's wrong."

The pain on your face hurt him, he always hated it when you were upset about something. He wanted you to be happy

When you finally told him that you were a virigin and you didn't tell him because a magazine had said that guys hate virgins, the first thing that came to mind was to reassure you. First thing he did was pull you into his arms, holding you to his chest, letting you hide your face for the moment.

"Fuck them! How many times have I told you not to believe that shit? They don't speak for me. I think it's fucking awesome that you're a virigin, it just means you've been waiting for the right one." He kissed the top of your head before he continued. "I fucking love you, which is why I'm not gonna fucking force you into this if you're not ready for it. Even if we do it, it's your call for when we do it. My job is to be patient and wait for you. I love you so much." He gently made you look up at him, gently caressing your face before peppering your entire face with kisses to really hammer his point home. "And quit hiding that goregous as fuck face, you hear me?" He asked before ending the sweet assault with a tender and sweet kiss on your lips. "You're my fucking everything, Y/N."

When you guys finally do the deed, you better be ready to be calling the shots

"You're so fucking beautiful, babe." "I love the hell out of you." "You're doing great, baby." "Take your time, my goregous Queen."

Some of the things he says during sex

He will treat you like the queen you are

Aftercare, he cleans both of you up and automatically cuddles you

No exceptions

Eijiro Kirishima

(20 years old)

Shark Boi over here.... He was smitten from the moment he met you

The first year of U.A., he spent a good majority of getting your attention, working up the courage to ask you out...

The moment you had said yes to him, you became his whole universe. Yeah, he still had his dream of being a pro hero, but now, he had someone to share that life with

Nothing could have been more perfect.....

Fast forward 5 years... If you ask him, life still couldn't be any more perfect. He comes home to your goregous, smiling face and those lips he could kiss all night if you'd let him

He wanted to take things to the next level, wanting to make love to you for the first time

The problem? He hadn't been sure how to bring it up

Hence the makeout session. It had started off as a sweet little kiss during a cuddle session and one thing led to another....

But, the second he started getting handsy and getting carried away, you had pulled away and jumped away from him

"Whoa, whoa, baby, what happened? You've never jumped away from me like that before. You okay?"

You try to assure him that you're fine, that you had just gotten a pain in your side just then, but the sweet, worried look in his eyes told you he didn't think you were being honest.

"Babycakes, please be honest with me." His voice is pleading you to tell him what's going on

It takes so much patience and gently prying on his part, but when you finally tell him, he fully understands

"Aww, baby, that's nothing to be ashamed of. I think it's awesome that you're still a virgin, like, seriously! Actually... I'm a virgin too. When you feel ready, we'll do it.

When you guys do end up doing it, he is so gentle and careful with you

Just like Midoriya, he's apologizing soooooo much everytime he thinks he's hurting you

This baby boi doesn't want to hurt you at all

"You're doing awesome, baby." "You're so beautiful, babycakes." "God, how'd I get so lucky with you, hah?" "I love you so much."

The aftercare is as gentle as he had been with you during the deed

Did someone say cuddles? UwU This boi is all over it!

"I love you, Y/N... You're my whole universe."

Dabi

(27 years old)

Now, on to the bad boy of all bad boys.....

To be blunt, he had no idea that he'd end up falling in love... Especially with someone like you

If you were an angel, pure, sweet and oblivious to his dirtiest flirts, he was the devil in your life

Guess you could say you two were literal for the phrase "Opposites attract."

Currently, he had you on his lap as he made out with you, the little giggles that erupted you being music to his ears

But, just as he started to get handsy, you pulled away from him... Much to his annoyance...

After a while, he figured out why you had pulled away from him... You were a virgin.

The second you told him you'd never had sex before, this tumbled out of his mouth before he could even think to stop it: "Are you fucking kidding me?"

At the cute pout that appeared on your face as you defended yourself, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you, making you shut up for a second so he could get a word in

You were adorable when you rambled, but when he had something to say, it was better that you hushed up and listened to him

"Relax, doll, I'm not making fun of ya." He kissed you again. "If you want, I could teach you. If not, that's fine too. You call the shots as far as your first time goes. When you're ready, I'll be ready."

After some consideration, you decided that you wanted him to teach you that same night

And, boy, did he teach you....

"Take your time, baby doll." "That's it, doll." "Good girl." "You're doing so good, babe."

These are just a few of the things he'd say during sex (besides cussing XD)

Cleans you up after, and for once is really soft, pulling you into him to cuddle with him

No way in hell was he gonna let you go now...

(A/N: FINALLY complete... I'm so sorry it took so long 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 FORGIVE! Anyways, how this was worth the wait)

[darling-i-read-it]

Worry

Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: death, injury, worry, torture

Author’s Note: Hi I’m Maya and I don’t know how to write for non Ewan McGregor characters and I had this idea when I fell over today so here I love it I love him. Imma need to write a sassy one next though

Summary: The reader gets kidnapped and Obi-Wan is worried. Really worried.

Genre: fluff and a bit of angst at the end

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You spit out a chunk of blood. The man in front of you laughed and moved gracefully across the few feet between you and him. There was another scream of laughter from behind you but it echoed. Your head pounded and your vision was just beginning to stop blurring. You tried to recall the memories before this moment, why your head hurt, why you were bound to a chair, the blood spilling the floor.

Not your blood. For a moment you panicked, thinking it could have been Obi-Wans or Qui-Gon's but you couldn’t seem to find them around. You recalled an ambush, presumably by the men who were holding you captive. You were pretty sure that they had gotten out, broken memories of their backs running away, something Obi-Wan had screamed at you before you had passed out.

You couldn’t remember what it was.

“We have your lightsaber,” one of the men said. You recognized the language and the species but you couldn’t put your finger on the names. You could even understand what they were saying, languages being a hobby of yours, but your head was pounding so hard you could barely slip into another tongue.

“That's great. Why am I here again?” you asked in broken some language or another.

Your worries were spiked. You couldn’t find the rope you had been tied down with. It probably wasn’t even a rope, something this species had brought up to tie down a Jedi with. You groaned, head spiking. Between your confusion and the pain all you wanted was to be saved from this situation but you knew you had to figure this out.

You couldn’t wait for Qui-Gon to return with Obi-Wan. You weren’t even sure if they had gotten out of the ambush. You did know that if either of them had been captured you had to get them out.

Jedi in training but technically a Jedi skill wise, you and Obi-Wan had been friends since the beginning of training. Qui-Gon took you under his wing when your master was killed and the excitement of getting to work with the guy you had a crush on was too much to pass up on. You and Obi-Wan had been secretly together since.

And you were worried about him.

“You need to tell us where the drive is,” one of the others spoke. You rose an eyebrow. You glanced around the room. There was a table of torture devices that looked like they could cut through...whatever was on your hands holding you down. You nodded.

“Wish I knew. It might help me out a little here,” you joked. They didn’t seem to appreciate it. You winced as something hit you from behind. That was gonna leave a bruise.

“Speak.” You looked down at your lap. Your side hurt. Something wasn’t right but that was for later.

“I really don’t know.” You knew. You looked at the tortue devices again and as the man in front of you picked them up you kicked at his feet, lifting up the heavy chair to grab the knife. It was small but it did make it through your restraints just before someone landed on top of you. You felt around as the table fell over, gripping around your lightsaber.

You grinned and opened it. The man struggling on top of you froze at the sight of blue vibrant light. You gave him a moment to look at it before cutting his head off. As you made your way with the remaining people in the room, you looked for an easy exit. You still weren’t quite sure which planet you were on and how to contact someone for help.

Obi-Wan for help. You left one man alive, him on his knees and then felt your headache and side catch up to you. You closed your eyes hard and then opened them again, willing the pain away. You just wanted information before you killed him. Then you could pass out.

“Did you kidnap anyone else?” Your language was coming back. Easier as you walked more.

“No! It was just you! Please don’t hurt me!” he trembled. You kicked him to the ground and killed him anyway. You were too tired to fight. You limped to the door you had found earlier. You opened it, looking around the corner for enamines. You didn’t find anyone and so you kept going, trying to find the emergency escape pods. You had only gotten a few feet before you heard screaming at the end of the next hall. Someone ran across your vision and then fell down, dead.

You pulled out your lightsaber, hiding behind a break in the wall. You peeked around, head still pounding. You saw a lightsaber run across the wall in the bad lighting and let out a sigh of relief.

You clutched your side, limp running to the end of the hall.

“Obi-Wan?” you whisper screamed. He turned, leaving a man falling beside him, dead. His face gave you a range of emotions and you were sure yours gave him the same. He looked happy, scared, in love and worried. Nervous and worried about you. You gathered up your last bit of strength to run to him and collapsed into his arms.

“Y/N?! Maker, are you alright?” he lowered your slowly to the ground as Qui-Gon finished up the rest of the men around. There weren’t many. You nodded, kneeling on the ground, your clothes blood soaked. It was your blood this time.

“Fine. I’m fine. Obi-Wan,” you muttered and then passed out.

You woke up in much less pain but even more confused. You were laying on a bed, a familiar feel around you. The hum of a ship clarified your whereabouts. Qui-Gon's ship. You opened your eyes and felt a hand wrapped around yours. Obi-Wan sat there, fast asleep beside you.

You removed your hand as softly as you could but it woke him up anyway. You adjusted yourself up on our elbow and he smiled immediately, hands flying to your face. You let him kiss you. You needed that kiss.

You heard someone clear their throat and you pushed him away. Qui-Gon gave you a raised eyebrow. You rubbed your lips and caught the eye of C-3PO and the surprised beeping of R2-D2. A little boy you didn’t know came was hiding behind Qui-Gon. You looked down and then back at Obi-Wan, trying to gauge his words. His eyes were tear stained and his face was puffy red.

“You know I don’t think that's allowed,” C-3PO spoke. Qui-Gon walked toward you, leaving the dusty blonde boy aside.

He had seem lovers before. He had been around a long time. But he had yet to see lovers from his fellow Jedi, people who tried so hard not to touch and worry about one another. He had been there when you had gotten captured. He had felt the weight on Obi-Wan's shoulders. He even heard the words that were meant for you, side comments that hit empty air but were said by habit.

You had been off the grid for 4 days. The longest days that Obi-Wan Kenobi had ever lived.

“We saw nothing,” he whispered. Obi-Wan looked at you and you looked back at him, surprise lacing your features. And then Qui-Gon was gone. Back to a different part of the ship.

“But it is against-” C-3PO began but was cut off by R2-D2 speaking back. They both resigned and exited the room, bickering. The little boy squinted at you and stayed put. You just wanted him gone so you could speak with your lover.

“Jedi can’t marry,” he muttered. It was half a statement and half a question. You nodded.

“Yes Anakin,” Obi-Wan croaked out. Anakin looked at his fingers and then back at the two of you. Obi-Wan had his hand back in your weak one.

“I hope they change the rule.” Then he left to speak with Qui-Gon to whom he told that he had never seen such love before.

You turned to Obi-Wan, fingers brushing his cheek.

“You’ve been crying,” you muttered. He finally looked at you. You were healing, slowly, your face no longer a sickly pale.

“They told me you might be dead. That you might die from the wound. You were there…” he paused taking your hand with both of his, “...in my arms and they said you might die.” You sat up more and he put his head on your intertwined hands. You winced but were able to make it to him, taking a hand away and brushing his hair in your hands.

You kissed his head lightly.

“I’ve never been so scared in my life,” he sobbed. You took both your hands now and held him in your arms. His head pressed against your chest as he cried, hugging you.

“I’m alright. Everythings okay now my love,” you said against his hair. You glanced at the door and saw Qui-Gon, glancing into the room. He looked away, closing it. Obi-Wan didn’t seem to notice.

“I love you,” he whispered. You nodded and kissed your way from his hairline to his nose, making him look at you.

“I love you more.” He kissed you on the lips, his touch feeling better than it ever had. You held him as close as he could get and pulled away to speak. “Come here.”

He looked at you and understood, standing from his chair. You scooted over and he laid beside you. You winced and he slowed his movements, kissing your forehead when he settled. You brushed your fingers up and down his stomach and arms. He calmed down as he explored all uninjured parts of your body. You must have fallen asleep there because your memory gets fuzzy.

All you know was that you were safe and he was safe. That was all that mattered.

[hunchoskeazo]

Chapter 4 “On the outside Looking In”

*3am*

*Ding Ding*

*Ding Ding*

I popped up and looked over squinting my eyes because all i see is a bright ass light from my phone going off.

*Smacked My lips* Its Rik.

Rik:Call me Asap bro.

Man im not calling him I haven’t talked or seen this nigga fuck him. I put the phone back down and on DnD turned over and cuddled up with Ashley.

She woke up a lil bit and asked was everything ok.

“Of course Baby go back to sleep”

“Ok” she said

And she was fast asleep in a blink of an eye.

15 mins tops I wondered what the hell rik wanted i was so curious, because i have not talk to him none while i was in the hospital or nothing. He the reason i got shot. Maybe he just feel guilty i thought and thought and thought before i went to sleep asked myself so many questions and gave myself so many answers and that still didn’t give me any kind of satisfaction or clarification.

....Imma just text him.

“What bro”

Rik:Man wassup meet me somewhere.

AJ:“Nah my nigga last time i met with you i nearly died.”

Rik: Man I know i know and im truly sorry about that bro i know you haven’t seen or talked to me i been in these streets listening around checking out the hood and shit tryna put 2 n 2 together you feel me bro.

AJ:“Mmhm Right i hear you bro”

Rik:Look i know you may feel like its been some shady shit going on but i just had to take sometime to get myself together bro I didn’t know what to do that night i thought you was gonna die i was fucked up. But im glad you good brody. Thank God.

AJ:Yea man im glad to be alive its been very eye opening these last couple of weeks man fr.

Rik:I feel you bro its all gonna get better soon my nigga i promise. Look just hit me tomorrow i got alot to tell you..

AJ:Ight bro you owe me no kap

Rik:I gotchu bro🤞🏾

*Unknown Number*(Incoming Call)

“Who Tf is this” i said before answering the phone.

*I answered*

*Sniffles*.... AJ..?

“Who is this” i asked out of confusion

*REALLY AJ!? Its Passion

“Oh” I looked over at ashley as she was still sound asleep i got up out the bed and creeped to the kitchen.

“Whats the Deal?”

“Aj ive been trying to contact you for a week why haven’t you returned none of my calls or text messages.?”

“I been busy man”

“Yea busy with that otha bitch to huh.!?”

“Man why you in my business you not my btc.?” I said with a aggressive whispering tone.

“What do you want passion?”

It became so silent in the night.

“Hello!!” I said with agrivation

Wassup man!? Im tryna go back to bed.

*Sniffles* Im... Pregnant..” she said.

“Pregnant🤨 How?!” With the sound of confusion.

“What do you mean how? You bussed in me thats how mf.” With a aggressive tone.

“Nah i wrapped up tight no kap so you got the wrong nigga” and banged on her ass.

*BLOCK*

I went and laid back down wit ashley and instantly fell back to sleep.

(11am)

Before i could open my eyes the smell of a good breakfast hit my nose i slowly opened my eyes she was just walking in climbing on top of me kissing me trying to wake me and mini up😏.

AJ: Ooouuu Baby don’t be doing that you tryna wake both of us up.

Ashley: Mmm😏🥰 I got breakfast ready for you so you can have an amazing day.

“Oh really I must’ve put my foot in you last night huh.” I said jokingly

She laughed and said “Boy shut yo ass up and eat before i stop being so nice.”

She side eyed me while i was stuffing my face.

“Damn baby what time is it?” While i was looking for my phone.

I thought to myself i know i sat my phone on the dresser next to me.

I flipped the cover over and there it was.🤨

Ashley: Its almost 12 you have somewhere to be or something?

“Oh shit yea i gotta get dressed.”

I rushed to the bathroom to get myself together finally started getting dress while still rambling for my phone.

“Ash!!! You know where my phone is at?”

“Umm idk try checking the bed or something.” She yelled out

I flipped the cover and there it was

“Bet found it” I said with excitement

I was in so much of a rush to think about how it ended up on the bed. I ran to the kitchen gave ash a kiss on the cheek and left.

“Ight Babygirl ill see you later”

And ran out the door.

Remote started that 392 yall know how skeaz coming.

*Turnt volume up*

“Now watch me push them bitches off with the 2 hands

Aye,hm,with the 2 hands

Watch me push them bitches off with the 2 hands

Aye, Aye, with the two hands”

While Rapping and vibing to sada n vezzo I started thinking about passion...

“Maybe I shouldn’t do her like that, I was fuckn the dawg shit out of her freak ass.🤔🤷🏽‍♂️

*Pulled in the lot of my destination, Picked my phone up went to her number to FaceTime her but hesitated...*

“Nah Ill wait let me make this drop first.” I said to myself.

I got out walked to the back opened the trunk grabbed the duffy, tucked my mag in my pants and walked in through the back of The Palace.

The Palace Where I conduct my business, pleasures and problems 😁. Also 1 of my many main sources of income.

*Walking Through the hall to get to my office*

*Guard 1* Wassup Boss

*Guard 2* Skeeeaazzooo

“Whats The Deal Guys” giving guard 1 a pat on the shoulder.

*I walked in my office and sat the duffy on the table opened it and made a suspicious grin and said to myself.

“Imma Muthafucka boi i tell ya”.

I opened my safe i have in my floor behind my desk and got to putting the money out the bag into the safe.

“Damn my shit getting full I guess i gotta go splurge a lil bit huh” i jokingly said to myself.

*Ring *Ring

*Ring *Ring

Looked at my phone an unsaved number.

*Hello! I said

Hello Hi is this Mr.Davis?

“....Whos Asking?” I said while putting the rest of the money in the safe.

Hi this Doc Fane with Gracy rehabilitation its about your mother....

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