#Teddy next exit

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[angelfrombeneth]

HAVENT I MADE IT OBVIOUS? - T . NOTT

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: *REQUESTED* Reader and Theodore are best friends. Reader gets wrapped up in her first love scandal and Theodore cant handle it. He cant cope that its not him.

Warnings: Angst, Slight Fluff, The most heart warming love confession ever. Mentions of sex but hardly.

A/N: The request wasn't super specific so I decided to go with something like this.No smut, because I have a really similar request which specifically asks for smut so that one will have smut.

"Teddy don't be a twat" You smacked his head as you sat beside him.

"What! Its not my fault the instructions were unclear" He scoffed.

You and Theo both were sat in potions as you both were paired up for a task. Theo thought he was being funny reading the ingredients not in the correct order and ultimately fucking up the mixture.

"This is why I hate pairing up with you in class" You groaned.

"Hey Y/N!" You looked up to see Cedric leaning against the front of your workbench.

"Oh, Hey Cedric" You smiled.

"I was wondering" He smiled at you, his eyes flickering to the side for a moment for placing a hand ontop if yours. "Would you wanna go out sometime? Maybe for a meal or something?" He grinned.

You smiled as you sat up in your seat. "I'd love that"

"Ill meet you at 6, outside your commonroom on Friday?"

You nodded as he smiled, caressing your hand before walking back to his seat.

You heard a scoff beside you, your neck cracked to look at Theo, who had a huge scowl on his face. "Your going on a date with him? He's such a prick"

"Oh fuck off Theo" You rolled your eyes as you stood up gathering your books before exiting the class.

Theo caught up with you, walking beside you. "No seriously, he's such a priss. Why's you wanna date.. that" You scoffed at his statement before scaling the stairs down to the Slytherin Commonroom.

"Theo shut up-" You turn to see Pansy. "Oh my god! Pans!" You squealed as you ran at her.

You felt Theo's moody presence slip away with Draco and Mattheo who walked over to him as soon as you ran to Pansy.

"Cedric asked me on a date!" You squealed.

"No way- Oh my god, this will be so good" Pansy smiled, grabbing your hand. "You can test the waters before the date at the party tonight!"

"Party?" And with that Pansy yanked you to your feet and you scrambled up the stairs being dragged behind her as the next 4 hours entailed getting ready for the party.

Slytherin parties were always off the chain. Every other house could party for sure, but the amount of shit Slytherin would gather for the party. All the alcohol and drugs like it was some free tester aisle of a muggle store. It would always end very heated whether everyone was hooking up or someone started a fight. It was always the same old shit.

You decided on a basic little black dress, you can never go wrong. The dress was short and frilled. To be fair it looked more like one of those frilly tops that remind you of a dress. Your assets were out on display, but it was a party why not.

"Girl, that dress is definitely not your size but it's so cute!" She chuckled as you spun around. You fixed the top, making sure there will be no nipple slips. "You have literally the perfect body; tits, ass and thighs. I'm so jealous"

"Pans shut up, you are so hot I won't even leave for the party we can have our own" You both giggled as you leaned forward kissing her cheek before grabbing her eyeliner and finishing up your makeup.

By now the party was in full swing for atleast an hour and you two were only just getting done. You held hands as you exited Pansy's dorm and skipped downstairs giggling. Not to mention the two if you had pregamed before.

You two did you rounds round the party greeting everyone and stealing shots from groups. You both got to your friends on the couch in the back corner as you stood like bambi, struggling to stand straight in your heels from how fucked you were.

"Woah- Careful" You heard as you felt a hand snake around your waist steadying you. You look up to the side and catch Theo's dark eyes staring down at you.

"Thanks" You giggled leaning into his chest, pulling his arms over your shoulder, holding his hands as you looked to the group. Pansy situated herself on Enzo's lap the two of them giggling at you and Theo.

"So Y/N, any updates with Mr Badger? I was told about your date" Mattheo smirked, he wasnt trying to wind Theo up, he didnt know but Theo still got pissed.

You felt Theo tense behind you but you didn't take notice of it as you continued to okay with the rings on his hands. "We haven't been on the date yet, but he seems nice"

You heard Theo scoff as you turned to look up at him. "Nice my ass" He mumbled. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to argue as you continued conversation with your friends.

Theo was enjoying the company, enjoying the feeling of your body snuggled against him as you played with his rings. God, he was falling, quick. He was too busy daydreaming to even notice you had sauntered away to the other side of the room.

"Ced~" You smiled as you stood beside him.

"Hey Y/N- You look gorgeous tonight" He chuckled, taking your hand and pulling you to stand between his legs. His hands gripping your thighs, dangerously close to your ass.

"So do you" You smiled, running your hand softly up and down his chest. "M' excited for our date" You giggled.

"Me too.. Its not everyday you get to be in the presence of a goddess" He licked his lips.

"Stop it you!" You chuckled, hitting his shoulder.

"Cant help myself" His hands threatening to touch the curve of your ass.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, chuckling down at him as he pulled you closer by your thighs, placing his lips onto yours as he kissed you softly.

It was needy, very needy. He gripped your ass as you leaned over kissing him more passionately as you say on his knee.

Third POV

Theo couldn't cope at the sight. The second Pansy pointed it out, his hand tightened around his bottle. Anger filling his body as he watched another man kiss you. Another man touch you. That should be him. Not Cedric. Him. Jealously bubbled inside of him, very quickly.

Theo was too focused on the scene that the glass bottle shattered at the pressure. All his friends turned to look at the sound and him. He looked down at his bloody hand as he wiped it on his shirt, before groaning and turning to push through the crowd.

Everyone was confused by the sudden action by Theo, they had no clue what caused it, or even a smidge of knowledge how much Theo loved you.

Theo rushed away, pushing through people trying to get further and further away from the hurt. His hand covered in blood and throbbing as he stopped at the stairs. Turning to look in your direction, noticing your still with him. He bit his lip, holding in any emotion as he continued up the stairs.

Your POV

A many days later, after the party, you and Cedric went on your date. It was lovely, he was very attentive which you loved. You didn't see him much the few days after but chalked it up to him being busy.

It wasn't till it was 4 days after your date with Cedric you noticed the boy was still yet to talk to you. It left a sour taste in your mouth and you wanted to confront him. Why was he ignoring you.

Suddenly someone bumped into you, quickly apologising as they sprinted down the hall. Curious you followed them, it was a first year probably not a huge deal

You had no expectation for the kid, but it wasn't what he was running to caught your eye. It was down a dark corridor you turned to see Cedric and Theodore.. talking? Before you could even call at them, Theo pounces on Cedric. Your eyes wide as you froze. You were too far down the hall to do anything but noticed Mattheo, Draco, Enzo and Blaise all struggling to pull Theo off Cedric. Cedrics friends yelling as Cedric was frankly getting battered.

You sprinted down the hall towards them, aa they got ripped apart as you approached. Cedric and Theo's face all bloody.

"What the fuck is wrong with you??" You screamed as you looked at Theo.

He looked shocked, taken back. "Me?? He started it!"

"Sock it Theo, there was no need" You helped Cedric to his feet. "Let me take you to the hospital wing" And with that the two of you left.

Third POV:

"Shut up Nott, you're so up her ass. Don't be mad she hasn't put out for you yet. It's a long list. She's just a hole to fill. You'll have your turn " Cedric laughed.

Theo doesn't know how he got in this situation, he was just walking then saw Cedric and now he was ontop of the boy pummelling his face in. He was talking shit about you, lying about you. He was horrible.

But the worse thing for Theo was when he saw you. Saw your face when you looked between the two of them. His heart broke when you reached for Cedric, cheking if he was OK and whisking him away.

Theo was going insane.

Your POV:

It had been a day since the fight. Both boys were in the hospital wing but you refused to see Theo why would he do that. He was your bestfriend, and Cedric was just.. a guy. A guy that made you happy. Its like Theo was punishing you for being happy.

You were sat in potions noticing Theo hadn't show up, and you were pissed. He was being selfish, this was a group project.

You go to the hospital wing to find Theo, but Madame Pomfrey told you he was dismissed last night but Cedric was still there. You looked over at Ced, noticing his curtain was shut, I guess he had company, you thought and just walked out. If Theo wasn't in class then there's only one placed he'd be.

You scaled the stairs to the Astronomy reaching the top as you took a moment to get your breath. You noticed Theo by the railing and you sigh.

"Theo you can't skip class"

He turned to look at you, inhaling the smoke from his cigarette as he looked at you. "Well I am so it doesn't fucking matter. Don't you have a baby to coddle?"

"Fuck off Theo, don't be a prick" You scoffed

"He's a bad person Y/N. Why won't you fucking listen to me"

"BECAUSE YOUR CHATTING SHIT NOTT" You yell at him.

"You don't even know what he said about you. He called you a slut. Your nothing but a hole to fill" He sneered.

"What the fuck is wrong with you! Are you jealous I'm happy?" You laughed at him, distressed with the situation.

"You aren't happy" He snapped.

"How do you know? How do you know what's good for me!" You stare at his back, rage building up inside of you as you yelled out at him.

"BECAUSE IM GOOD FOR YOU.." Theo yelled. He turned to look at you, his breath erratic. "I know whats good for you and its me.. not him, no one else. Its me, it'll always be me" His teeth are gritted as he looked as you as you stand in shock. "I love you Y/N! It's always been you. Every fucking waking moment I think about you, your fucking stupid coconut smelling hair! The way your lip dimple shows when you smile a certain way. I spend every waking moment thinking about you. I live and breathe for you Y/N."

You stand there stunned as you look down at him.

"Haven't I made it fucking obvious? I fought the fucking freak for you! Yes initially he did nothing but.. He called you horrible things.. I can't bare to see you with another man that isn't me. I think about you so much bella.. Morning, noon and fucking night, I think about you.." His voice cracked as he stared down at you before he took your hand, kneeling down infront of you holding your hand. "It'll always be you.." He softly kissed your hand.

Your eyes slightly glassy from the confession as you stand speechless.

"Please say something bella.." Theo looked up at you, his hands grasping yours.

You burst out into tears, ripping your hand away from him as you cover your face. "You are so annoying Theo- I- I didn't know you felt like this" You sobbed as you wiped your eyes. Your mascara smudged all over your face.

Theo stood up, cupping your face between his hands as he wiped your tears with his thumbs as he chuckled, a tear rolling down his eye.

"I guess we are both stupid.." He chuckled lightly.

"You're such an asshole" You hit his chest playfully, laughing slightly through the sobs. His hand catching yours as you hit his chest, before his lips crashed against yours.

The pair of you finally became one.

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[sturniolo-simp4life]

Teddy Bear- Matt Sturniolo

warnings- angst, smut, fingering, oral (fem)

summary- after ignoring you all day, Matt lets something slip from his mouth, upsetting you.

You took Matt to the mall today, just wanting to spend a day with him.

of course, you could never just do that. Fans would always come up to him and ask for his picture, making you take all of the pictures.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you didn’t like when other girls put their hands on him.

You and Matt had come out to their fans about dating a month ago. Most people were supportive.

Even though the girls knew, they put their hands around his waist and neck and it just pissed you off.

so whenever someone wasn’t taking his picture, your hand would be linked with his to let people get the memo: he’s taken.

unfortunately for Matt, he didn’t seem to be enjoying himself.

He would just scroll on his phone while walking and whenever you wanted his option on a piece of clothing, he would just mumble, “looks good,” or something.

It did make you a little upset but you decided not to push it.

like right now, you were in H&M.

“Matt, what do you think of this dress?” He didn’t even look up from his phone. “It looks fine baby,” he said.

you frowned. “Matt, I don’t think you can see the dress from your phone.”

He groaned as he looked up at you. He had a look of annoyance in his face. “It looks fine.” You frowned again as you mumbled an okay, and payed for it.

You wrapped your hand around his waist as you walked out of the store. But when you walked out, he yanked your hand off his waist.

You looked at him shocked. He didn’t even look up at you. Why did it hurt so bad?

you stayed silent for a bit. While you were walking, you saw a pretzel shop, immediately lightening your mood.

“Wanna get a pretzel?” You asked, excitement in your eyes.

He sighed and mumbled a sure, finally looking up from his phone.

you grabbed his hand, but you felt him slightly jerk. It made your heart pang, but you ignored it. At least you tried.

After you got your food, you sat down with him, trying to make conversation.

“So baby, are you exited for tour? It’s coming up soon.” He didn’t even look up, again, when he answered.

“yeah.” He muttered. You just gave up at this point. You ate your pretzel in silence.

“are you ready to go?” He nodded and you walked to the car.

the only think you ended buying was that dress and a teddy bear.

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when you got home, nothing really changed. You set the teddy bear on the kitchen counter, and Matt sat at the island table.

“baby do you want to eat anything?” He shook his head no, and continued to scroll on his phone.

you sighed and walked over to him, placing your hand on his back and rubbing him softly.

“Can you fucking stop?” He snapped. Your eyes widened as you jerked your hand away. “What?”

“your so fucking annoying y/n. All day you’ve been clinging on to me, like fucking glue. It’s fucking annoying,” he spat.

You felt tears burn into the brim of your eyes, but you still felt anger. “What the fuck do you mean Matt? You’ve been ignoring me all day. You’ve barely even talked to me at all.”

You felt your voice break. “All you’ve been doing in scrolling on your fucking phone.” Matt scoffed and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Oh give me a fucking break. I’ve been working my ass of to get things for the tour ready. And next thing you know, I have you dragging my ass to the mall.”

he shook his head. “You think I wanted to hear to fucking talk all day? Give me a fucking break. You don’t even do anything. All you do is sit your ass home all fucking day.”

“so what if I don’t wan’t to fucking talk to you? Not everything is about you y/n.”

You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until a shaky sob left your mouth. You couldn’t even control your tears. They were just falling.

Matt scoffed. “If you’re gonna be such a cry baby, at least go cry somewhere else.” His eyes looked cold.

All you did was sob louder. You wiped your tears, but there was no point, because they just kept spilling.

As you walked up the stairs, you could hear Matt mumbling something about how sensitive you were.

when you got to your shared bedroom, you stripped out of your clothing and changed into Matt’s fresh love hoodie and a pair of shorts.

Thankfully, you grabbed the teddy bear you bought. You snuggled it up to you as stray tears left your eyes.

-

a soft knock was heard at the door. “Who is it,” you mumbled, your voice thick and scratchy from crying.

Nick and Chris walked into the room.

“hey y/n/n,” Chris whispered as he sat down on the bed. Nick sat beside you and rubbed your back softly.

"Hi," you mumbled.

“are you alright?” nick asked. “we heard the fight.” you frowned at the thought, more tears threatening to fall. 

“Yeah,” you said with a voice crack. Chris frowned. “You wanna tell us what happened?” You sighed as you explained to them what happened at the mall, from him ignoring you and the fight when you got back. 

Nick sighed and shook his head, and Chris frowned. “How about this. Nick will get a bath ready for you and I’ll go talk to Matt. How does that sound?” 

You smiled slightly and nodded your head. Chris rubbed you back and got up, and you followed Nick into the bathroom. 

“I’ll set some fresh clothes on the counter for when you're done. Feel better soon.” Nick gave you a half smile and walked out of the room. 

You let out a sigh of relief as you stepped into the hot shower. You almost wished you could just melt and go down the drain with the rest of the water. 

What if Matt was right? Were you as clingy as he said you were? 

- 

When you stepped out the bathroom, you were in a fresh oversized tee and pj pants. The first thing you could hear was Chris’s voice coming from downstairs. 

“Matt, I get that your stressed but taking it out on y/n? What’s wrong with you?” 

You could practically hear Matt rolling his eyes. “It’s not my fault she’s so fucking clingy. She should learn how to keep her hands to herself.” You could feel your heart crack at those words. 

“Do you hear yourself Matt? She’s your girlfriend. What has she ever done to you? She’s the one who offered to take your sorry ass to the mall to get your mind off things, but here you are, accusing her.” 

There was silence for a while. “What have I done,” you heard Matt mummer. 

“If you don’t get your ass upstairs and fix things with her now, me and you are going to have a problem.”

Moments later, you could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and then a soft knock at the door. “Y/n? Baby?” 

The door softly opened, and you were met with Matt’s face. “Hey, can we... talk?” You nodded your head and motioned for him to sit down. 

“I’d really like to apologize for earlier today. All the things for the tour had been stressing me out, especially because it was mostly me organizing and planning everything. It was wrong of me to take it out on you. I love you y/n so much. I promise that won’t ever happen again. M’ so sorry. Don’t cry.” 

You didn’t even realize you were crying. He pulled you into his arms and kissed your hair, stroking it softly.

“Do you really think I’m clingy Matt?” you asked. “If you do think i am, I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

He looked at you, so broken. “Of course not baby. I love it when you hold my hand and touch me.” He kissed you softly. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”  

He kissed you again, although it wasn’t soft, like before. It was passionate and hungry. He laid you back on the bed, trying not to rush you. 

Your shirt was quickly discarded, and you weren’t wearing a bra. Matt placed soft kisses all over your chest, making sure to kiss and suck your sensitive nipples. 

A soft whimper left your mouth. He continued to suck your buds, making a string of whimpers exit your mouth. He smirked in satisfaction and continued to trail kisses down your naked torso until he reached your shorts. 

“May I?” he asked. You desperately nodded your head. He shimmied your pants and panties down in one motion. 

“You look so pretty like this,” he said softly, planting kisses on the inside of your thighs. He trailed down slowly, getting closer to your core with each kiss.  

“Matt please-” you whimpered impatiently. He chuckled. “Patience my love.” he continued kissing the insides of your thighs, until finally, he reached your core. 

He licked up a strip from your hole to your clit, making you gasp out a moan. “You taste so good ma.” He flicked his tongue on your sensitive bud, then fully attached his lips to your clit.  

You moaned and squeezed your thighs around his head, subconsciously rocking your hips against his mouth. You grabbed his hair, moaning out his name. 

“Oh my god- Matt-” you moaned. He suddenly added and finger into your hole, then two. Your hips jerked slightly when he started to pump them in and out of you. 

“You like my fingers, yeah?” You moaned in response.  

“I wanted to hear your pretty voice baby.”  

“Matt, i-it feels so good. Mm- right there.” you could feel your legs shake. Matt curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made things feel unreal. You out a loud moan, jerking your hips.  

“There it is,” Matt smirked. He continued hitting the spot, making stars burst into your visions. You couldn’t even control what came out of your mouth. Your moans and whimpers were pouring out like water. 

You could feel your orgasm coming close. “Matt, I need to cum,” You moaned out. He smirked and re-attached his mouth to your clit, his fingers still working inside you. 

All this did was make you moan louder. “Matt I’m cumming-” you were cut off by your orgasm. Matt slowly pumped his fingers; help you ride it out. 

You could feel your juices all over your thighs, and as he sat up, he was licking it off his fingers. “You taste good baby.” He leaned down to kiss you, making you taste yourself. 

Soon after, he got up to go to the bathroom. When he came back, he was in his pjs, and he had a wet rag. He opened your legs and started cleaning you up. 

When he was done, he helped you put your t-shirt and panties back on, and he wrapped the two of you in the blanket, hugging his hands on your waist. 

“That’s a cute bear,” He murmured into your neck. You smiled. “I got it at the mall.” he sighed. “Sorry for ruining your time at the mall. I loved going with you.”  

You smiled softly. “It’s okay. We can always go some other time.” He mumbled an okay and an ‘i love you,’ and fell asleep. 

This is lowkey my favorite thing ive writen. 

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Soft! Abby anderson Hc's

Sfw and Nfsw

Sfw:

Abby treats you like a teddy bear. She'll hold you all day long, not letting you escape her muscular arms. When you try to get up for the day, you're met with 'mh.' She groans as she shoves you back into her front. Or she'll roll onto you, crushing you, comfortably, so you can't get up.

Abby likes to have your company even when you or are she's doing the smallest of things. She's reading? She needs you next to her, she'll read to your or just give you sight loving glances as you rest your head against her shoulder, on your phone. Her big hand comes to rest on your thigh. Are you cooking? Here comes her big amrs around your waist. Pooing? Knock. Knock. "Baby! Hurry up." She whines.

Abby always sends you silly, stupid things. You'll wake up with a lot of messages from her when she's at work. 'Look at this' or 'Reminds me of you', and it'll be a little gremlin terwking.

Abby spoils you, but she likes to spend most of her money on arts and crafts. You love doing them together. Sitting on, her lap at the table as you both make little cute things chatting and listening to music.

Abby is a lana listen. After all, she is just a girl. (Definitely not a mass murder) she loves laying in between your legs onto your soft tummy as you brush and braid her long, beautiful hair.

Abby loves giving and receiving massges her big muscles can get tight and sore it's up to you to solve it, delicate hands on her big soft body, and for you, she knows you get stressed or overwhelmed at times and her hands soothing on you helps and calms you so much.

Abby loves when you run into her arms. The smile of your cute face, she would kill for. Along Your scent, your arms in Genral wrapping around her, just everything about you. It's not like you both are unhealthy obsessed with each other, right? (Yeah, you guys totally are) At the end of the day, you're all she needs, all she could ever want. She needs you to live and function without, well she wouldn't even dare think about that.

Nsfw:

Abby straps rubs deliciously against her raw puffy clit as She pounds your greedy cunt. You love her whimpers and tiny moans as she desperately chases after her high, abusing your twitching hole. The view of such a strong woman on top of you struggling to keep her composure is the most intoxicating thing you have ever seen. "Hm, f'uck baby." she slurs her words so drunk on pleasure. Like a bitch in heat.

Abby loves fucking you till your heads a mess. Your face buried in the pillow, your little cries, she soothes you. She knows your limits and won't push them. You can take some oversimulation. "Shhh, precious girl, you can take it, take it for your abs." She cooes into your ear, strap buried so deep inside, smothering your cervix with kisses.

Abby sometimes needs to be put in her place. You'll tie her down to the bed and eat her out for hours, her muscular thighs shaking around your head, squeezing you so tight you think your head might explode. But you loved it and her moans when you fuck her with the strap on is so sweet to hear.

Abby and you love praise and constantly praise each other through sex, holding each other close during or after. She adores the hickeys she leaves on your neck and the firey red scratches you leave on her back. You both would look like you had a fight to death as soon as you exited the bedroom. All because of your passion.

Abby's holds onto your waist her legs keep yours open as she play with your pussy, all messy and swollen. She whispers into your ear about her love for you. All you can do is mindlessly nod as she continues to pull orgasm after orgasm out of you, your juices flowing out onto the bed.

She's soft when she knows you need it and you're the same for her. All you both want to do is pleasure each other. Slow cuddle sex is one of her favourites. Deep thrusts, as she holds you close, sloppily making out with you. It's definitely one of her favourites and a regular.

Aftercare is so important, and you both love cleaning together and cuddling. You guys would both offer water and food depending on who is fucked out. But the sleep after is great. Knowing you'll forever be in her arms is the most comforting thing you've ever known, and you love it.

[slayfics]

Valentine’s Day with Katsuki.

1,500 words~

You trailed behind Katsuki after classes as you both returned to the dorms.

"Hey," he mumbled. "What do you have planned for tomorrow?" he asked as he walked ahead of you with his hands jammed into his pockets.

"Nothing other than classes," You responded.

Katsuki grunted, "Well what do you want then?"

Tomorrow was Valentine's Day, and the rest of your classmates had been buzzing excitedly about their plans and who their valentine was.

You and Katsuki have had some... type of relationship for a while now. While it was never defined, you knew he felt some affection towards you. It surprised you that he had semi-acknowledged what tomorrow was at all, given how much trouble he had expressing any emotions other than anger.

"I don't want anything Bakugo," You answered honestly. You didn't feel like you needed any stuffed animals or chocolates to prove to others your connection with Katsuki was real. It was already obvious by the way he never protested your company like he did his other classmates.

"Tch- fine then where do you want to go?" he asked as he slowed down a bit, although still walking slightly ahead of you.

"I don't care, as long as I get to spend time with you," you said pulling at his arm and bringing his hand out of his pocket.

"You're so damn cheesy," He complained, as you interlaced your fingers with his. His walking slowed even more, matching your pace now. "Just meet me after class then- I'll figure something out, alright?"

"Ok," You agreed happily.

The next day was full of excitement around the U.A. campus, several students walked around with teddy bears and various other gifts from their partners.

Classes kept you busy and couldn't talk to Katsuki much. It was nice to see your other classmates so excited about their plans and gifts, but it made you even more anxious for the day to end.

Would Katsuki really have planned something, you wondered?

Finally, after what felt like entirely too long, your class was released. Madness ensued as others showed off their gifts or made their way out to plans.

Katsuki made his way out of the class avoiding any conversations with anyone. You slipped out and followed behind him. You were a little hurt he hadn't said anything to you and exited so quickly, but you knew he hated these things and wouldn't want to express anything around your classmates.

Katsuki heard your footsteps behind him and called out to you, "You ready brat?"

You quickened your pace to catch up to him, "Yeah- but ready for what?"

"We got a bit of a walk so- I don't want to hear any complaining from you. Got it?" He barked.

"Yeah, no problem," you agreed. "But- where are we going?"

"You'll see when we get there!" He snapped.

Katsuki was right, the walk was long. And for the most part, it was filled with awkward silence. You couldn't think of anything to say to him, and Katsuki was wrapped up in his own thoughts, anxious about what he planned.

Finally, his stride slowed as you both approached the shore of the closest beach to the U.A. campus.

"We're here," he announced.

You looked at the beach and back at him stunned. He chose to bring you both to the beach? Ever since you were a kid, you loved the beach, the feel of the sand, the sound of the waves, and the feel of the mist on your face. You remembered only mentioning your love of the beach to Katsuki once- long ago at the start of your time at U.A., had he really remembered that?

Katsuki squinted and took in your reaction, trying to make sense of it. Your eyes were wide, and you were speechless. He didn't understand if that was good or bad.

"What? Is it too dumb? I know it's winter but-, fuck it let's go back then," He deiced and tried to walk away.

"No!" You yelled and grabbed his arm. "This is- really sweet Bakugo. Did you- really remember I liked the beach?" You asked.

"Duh- you don't shut up about it," he said grumpily taking off his school bag, pulling out a blanket, and making his way to the sand.

You laughed. You definitely only told him once. It shocked you that he had committed it to memory.

Katsuki laid the blanket on the sand and sat down, "Well? You going to join me or keep standing there dumb ass?" He asked.

You hurried over to the blanket and sat down next to him, your shoulder grazing his.

"Tch- you always like to be so close, don't you?" he complained.

You scooted away giving him some space.

"You didn't have to move- it's fine," he said much quieter and he looked away from you pretending to look at something down the shoreline.

You giggled and scooted back.

"You hungry? I made food," he said and pulled out two containers from his bag.

"Are you serious?"

"What!? What's wrong with that?!" he asked defensively.

"Nothing! It's' just- eating dinner while watching the sunset on the beach- it's really romantic. The best Valentine's Day I've ever had." You smiled at him.

"Shut the hell up. It's not like it was that hard," he grumbled as he held out the food for you to grab while he looked the opposite way, intent on hiding the blush that took over his face.

You grabbed the food and undid the container, "This looks really good. You made it?" You asked.

"Yeah- it's just rice, tofu, and some vegetables. Nothing crazy." He said and started taking bites.

"It's perfect, I love it. You're an amazing cook," You complimented.

Katsuki just shrugged his shoulders.

"So, I um- I got you something," you said.

"What?" His gaze snapped to you in surprise.

"It's nothing big but," You reached for your school bag and brought out your gift. You meant to hand it nicely to him, but your nervousness caused you to almost throw it at him. Luckily Katsuki didn't care, instead, he was focused on your gift: a hot sauce bottle with a red ribbon around it.

"You got me hot sauce?" he asked with an indecipherable look on his face.

"Yeah! I know you like spicy stuff- but now that I'm here, I'm thinking about it- that was probably a really dumb Valentine's gift, wasn't it? I'm sorry," you said embarrassed.

Katsuki looked at the bottle a bit longer before answering, "It's not dumb. I haven't tried this one. Been wanting to," he said as he opened it and put some on his food.

"It's good," he said after taking a bite. "It's actually hot, unlike the other ones back in the kitchen in the dorms. Keeping this one in my room for sure." He said, placing it in his bag.

You smiled as you both finished up the last of the food Katsuki made.

"Hey, do you- mind if I take a picture?" You asked, voice shaking a bit unsure of how Katsuki would respond.

"I don't care," he responded.

You took out your phone and snapped a photo of you both. Your smile beamed through the photo, and Katsuki's neutral smile spoke volumes compared to his usual scowl and furrowed brows.

"Do you- care if I post it?" You asked.

"Do what you want," he said packing away the food containers.

You quickly tagged him and posted the photo to your profile.

"Sun is basically gone now and it's getting cold, you ready to head back?" He asked.

"Almost," you said looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

"Hu? What's that look for?" He asked.

You didn't know how to tell Katsuki you wanted to kiss him, instead your eyes just rested on his lips.

"Speak up brat!" He barked.

"I uh- can I... kiss you?" You managed to say but looked away afraid to look at his reaction.

"Not if you don't turn this way," he said smartly. Katsuki put his hand under your chin and guided your lips to his for a kiss that felt too short and yet seemed to stop time simultaneously.

That was until-

"OH MY GOD!" You exclaimed, placing your hands over your lips.

"What?!" He yelled confused.

"ITS HOT!" You yelled.

Katsuki exploded with laughter at understanding, the hot sauce he had was now burning your lips up as you weren't used to spice like he was.

"Don't laugh!" You said and playfully smacked his shoulder.

"You should see your face! You're completely red!" he said practically kneeling over in laughter.

"Whatever let's go back!" You said standing up.

Once Katsuki was done laughing, he stood up and put the blanket away.

"So that was the hottest kiss you ever had then?" He said playfully at you.

"In more ways than one," You teased back as you both made your way back to the dorms.

Later in the night, you were surprised to get a notification that Katsuki had re-posted the photo of you both.

Tags: @queenpiranhadon @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @bakugouswaif @fiannee @i-heart-carlisle @derangedmango @matchat3a

[c0eu4]

OP81 | Hard work ☁︎

Summary: After the biggest exam of her entire life, y/n found Oscar in front of her university, waiting for her.

Warning: fluff, anxious reader?

A/N: Just had some inspiration for that after one exam I had and totally fucked up it lol

MASTERLIST requests are open

Her hand hurts, she can't write anymore. Her copies filled with blue pen in front of her, she read it again one last time until the time limit rings.

A weight immediately lifts from her shoulders. She knows she succeeded. She didn't spend nights and days behind her computer, scribbling things on her notepad and repeating her lessons to Oscar for nothing.

She untied her hair down, puts her pens in her pencil case and puts it in her bag. She puts her coat on her back and grabs her copies. She puts her bag on her back, places her copies in the storage area and heads towards the exit of the building.

She closes her coat as she walks, putting on her mittens and shoving her hands in her pockets.

The cold of winter is felt. She pulls up her coat to hide her chin and leaves the building. Her cheeks and nose quickly turn red from the cold as she walks towards the gate.

Once on the other side of it, she walks towards the street which leads to the metro, to return home.

Her friends suggested that they spend time together in their usual little café but she preferred to refuse, knowing that she would be too tired after her exam.

She continues walking a few meters before seeing her boyfriend, leaning against his car, a coffee in his hand and looking at her, a big smile on his face.

She smiles when she sees him and walks more quickly towards him. She takes refuge directly in his arms, on the verge of crying. After all the stress she has accumulated, all the work she has done, she has every right to take a break. He hugged her tightly, warping his warm arms around her waist.

''I'm so proud of you my love.'' She can't help but blush a little more when she hears his compliment, his australian accent still makes her fall in love even more.

She separates from him, taking the coffee that he offers her.

''Don't burn yourself.'' She nodded quickly and took a sip of the warm liquids.

''Thank you baby.'' He kissed her forehead and opened the passenger door for her.

She sits there and Oscar sits next to her, behind the wheel. He starts the engine and drives them to their shared flat.

Throughout the trip, she talks to him about his exam. Passing by the two hundred and thirty three bananas that a man bought in a problem to triangular figures mixing the theorem of Pythagoras and Thales.

He listens to her, without interrupting her, taking advantage of her voice that he hasn't heard all day.

Once home, she continues talking about her exam. She speaks faster and faster and spreads the subject even more. And Oscar feels that it makes her stressed to talk about it.

So he cuts her off, ''Y/n, don't you want to stop talking about that ? You always speak fast when you're stressed.''

She sighed. Not in a disappointing way, but more because she knows that he's right.

''Yeah sorry if I bother you with that.'' She simply says, taking off her shoes and coat.

''You never bother me love. I just said that for you to relax.'' He takes a hanger to hang his and her coat.

They both walk towards the kitchen, she is already taking the milk out of the fridge and him rummaging on the shelf to get two cups.

It's a little ritual that they both have. Every time, when one or the other is stressed, they prepare hot chocolates. Because it's not a secret that Oscar loves chocolate and it's not a secret that y/n loves the feelings of hot liquids.

He puts the cups full of milk in the microwave and takes out the cocoa. She rummages through a shelf and pulls out some little chocolate marshmallow teddy bears.

Once the milk is hot, Oscar adds the cocoa to the two cups and a few teddy bears to his cup.

''I will never be able to understand how you drink your chocolate with teddy bears.'' She always hated putting teddy bears in her chocolate. Not that she doesn't like marshmallows, but she hates anything that's hard and gets mushy (Without a second thought).

''You don't know what you're missing.'' She puts a few bears in her mouth and eats them.

''Na you, you don't know what you're doing.'' He giggles and steals a few bears from her hands to eat it.

''Hey! I'm going to tell Mark what you're doing !''

He kisses her cheeks, putting one of his hands in her lower back, heading her towards the couch. They sit in, they cups of hot chocolate in hand, a warm blanket on them.

She is looking for a new series to watch on Netflix, Oscar eating his teddy bear with his spoon.

When she finally finds something good to watch, she takes a sip of her chocolate and gets a little closer to Oscar.

They end the day like that, in front of their series, cuddling each other.

[billy-macher-stu-loomis]

like a deer — yandere! poly! stuilly x male! prescott! reader

length: 1.1k

requested by 🌀!!

the plot of this one one got away from me a little bit whoops

major tws: murder (duh), graphic depictions of violence, major character death (it’s not you or our pretty boys though <3), knifeplay? idk they get real fucking horny with it, dubcon!! serious dubcon with the knife stuff, billy also gets kinda slutty with blood too srry, a kind of graphic description of a roadkill deer, some of that nice 90s internalized homophobia, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, manipulation/coercion? sort of?, these little homosexual freaks are unhinged (you included)

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The first to go was Casey Becker.

Your next door neighbor.

They’d found her hanging from a tree in her front yard, gutted like a deer.

You, of course, had been the first person questioned by the police. Shaken and disturbed, you’d quickly found solace in your best friends, Billy and Stu.

~~~

The glass of Stu’s bedroom window was cold against your knuckles as you rapped on it. You only had to wait a moment in the freezing cold before the window slid open, a sleepy Billy rubbing his eyes as he let you inside.

“You forgot to put the spare key back under the doormat, you asshole,” you grumble to Stu as you clamber into his massive rich-boy bed. The taller boy giggles, wrapping his arms around you.

The two of them had always been touchy with you. Always with a hand on your hip or your lower back, an arm slung over your shoulders, interlaced fingers…

(You had your own suspicions that Billy and Stu might be…together, but you’d never say it aloud.)

It was totally normal for guys to share a bed at a sleepover, right? Girls do it all the time.

Totally normal.

~~~

Next to go was your girlfriend, Heather.

You didn’t feel sad. You felt…numb. You felt nothing.

I’m just so sad that I can’t even feel anything, you reasoned with yourself, trying not to think too much about Billy’s hand wandering a little closer to your ass than usual as he wrapped you up in a sympathetic hug. That’s it. Of course. Boys always feel relieved when their girlfriends die. That’s totally normal. Everything’s fine.

~~~

One by one, your friend group was shrinking. People were being killed off left and right. You’d gotten the news about Janis right you and Billy left the movie theater. Sadie had been found in the pool by her big brother while you were busy beating Stu ass at Chutes and Ladders. When Wyatt turned up dead, you’d been taking a joyride with Billy in his dad’s Viper. When Teddy died, you’d been getting ice cream with Stu.

All four were found gutted.

Like deer.

Despite how much they’d been hanging out with you as of late, you’d declined Billy and Stu’s invitation to come hunting with them that weekend.

~~~

“You wanna come over after school? My dad’s outta town, so we can watch whatever the hell we want.”

“Can’t. I’ve got, uh, homework,” you lie, refusing to meet Billy’s eyes as you slammed your locker shut and hurried away.

~~~

“You’ve been avoiding us all week,” Billy accuses, stepping in front of the door to block your exit as you try to leave the cafeteria

“Did we do something wrong?” Stu asks anxiously, fluttering around by Billy’s side.

“No! No. Of course not.”

“Then why are you avoiding us?”

You bite your lip, nervous to tell them the truth.

“I’m afraid you two will be next.”

~~~

Absently, you wonder how Stu’s going to get all of that blood out of his nice beige sweater. You’d bought him that sweater last year for Christmas.

Stu kneels in front of you, resting his bloody hands on your hips as he looks up at you imploringly. “Please forgive us?”

How do you get blood out of clothes? Cold water? Or— is it warm water? Sidney would know. You ought to ask her.

“Baby?” Stu begs, his fingers curling in your shirt as he grips you tightly.

Oh. Right. You can’t ask Sidney.

She’s dead.

Billy is skillfully using his body to block your view of the carnage on the floor, doing his best to keep you from freaking out.

His hands are on you, running through your hair, lightly touching your cheek. He’s sticky, with your sister’s blood, your father’s blood, Stu’s blood, his own blood, and fucking corn syrup.

“Sweetheart?” Stu questions, hooking a finger through the belt loop of your jeans and tugging on it lightly. “See? We love you.”

You’re horrified. They murdered thirteen people to show their love.

(You would’ve been fine with just a box of chocolates and some flowers, but y’know. Billy refuses to half-ass things.)

“Do you need us to prove it to you?”

Stu’s got a crazed look in his eye that makes you shrink back. But Billy’s grip on you is tight enough that you can barely move at all, forced to watch as Stu yanks off his ruined sweater, unabashedly moaning like a slut when the fabric catches on his fresh stab wounds, ripping back open the flesh that was so desperately trying to knit itself back together.

Billy hands Stu his buck knife, watching with rapt attention as the man holds it over his chest. Stu doesn’t even flinch, watching in a trance as the tip of the blade sinks into his flesh, droplets of red already welling to the surface. He drags the blade along his skin, carving your initials into his chest, right above his heart.

When he’s finished, he hands the knife back to Billy, who reverently takes it, studying the fresh red sheen on the metal before pressing his tongue flat against the side of the blade and licking off Stu’s blood.

You look away, disgusted and somehow turned on at the same time.

(You can’t help but sneak a look when the two boys share a messy, blood- and spit-soaked kiss. Fuck.)

Billy yanks off his corn syrup-stained white shirt, tossing it carelessly on the floor, where it hits your dead father in the face. He steadies the knife, holding it over his chest and doing the same thing as Stu just did.

You choke out a sob, unable to rectify this image of your boys as psychotic murderers with the image of them just last night, cuddling up with you in bed and leeching off of your warmth and rambling about horror movies.

“Sweetheart?” Billy murmurs, cupping your face in his hand. “Look. Look, see? We love you. We love you.”

They love you. They love you.

You keep mentally repeating that mantra to yourself. Even as you are forced to scrunch your eyes through the pain of the knife carving two sets of initials into your chest. Even as you look at the bodies of your sister and father one last time. Even as Billy scoops you up to carry you to Stu’s van in a way that’s supposed to be playful but just comes across as a final doomed death sentence, the clang! of a prison door slamming shut. You repeat your mantra even as you pass by the bodies of Randy and Dewey; even the mutilated body of that obnoxious bitch from Top Story makes you have to look away.

They love you. They love you.

Stu drives, on the lamb. Billy lays in the back with you, curled up with you on the bed in Stu’s stupid “shaggin’ wagon”.

Your eyes are glued to the smiley-face shaped air freshener dangling from Stu’s rear view mirror. You can’t look at Billy right now.

They love you. They love you.

You can almost trick yourself into believing it, at least for a little while.

But the sight of the dead deer on the side of the road, visible through the front windshield, its chest smashed and broken like a piñata, sends you spiraling.

When you look back at the stupid air freshener hanging from the mirror, its bright yellow face smiling at you only feels mocking and cruel. All you can see is Casey’s body hanging from that damned tree.

They love you. They love you.

[gay-dorito-dust]

could u do xavier accidentally breaking readers teddy bear and he gets a new one that smells like him yk

Shit

Xavier and Ajax both thought as they stared down at your now dismembered teddy bear from childhood that was spewing it’s cotton stuffing all over your dormitory floor. It had been an accident on their behalf. Ajax and Xavier were mucking about, roughhousing a little too closely to your teddy bear -aptly named mr bow tie for the bow tie it had tucked under it’s head- and the next thing they knew, mr bow tie was made the unfortunate victim of their recklessness.

“Way to go dickhead.” Ajax smacked Xavier hardly on the shoulder. “Me? Your the one who started the roughhousing!” Xavier hissed as he rubbed the shoulder Ajax hit whilst glaring at him before turning back to the poor teddy bear that was staring up at him in betrayal with it’s beady black button eyes. You were going to kicking his ass if you were to ever find out. That teddy bear was a gift from your relatives which in turn was a toy from when they themselves were younger, which only meant one thing; the manufacturing for that specific model of teddy bear had already been discontinued.

Making it near enough impossible for Xavier to find a replica that wasn’t already in an even worst condition nor was overly priced due to it being in ‘vintage condition’ by retro toy collectors. “What’re you going to do man?” Ajax asked and in that moment Xavier got an idea. He looked over at the Gorgon, “what We’re going to do, Ajax, is this,” Xavier placed his hand on his friends shoulder, “I’m going to find y/n a replacement teddy bear and you,” Xavier excentuates the last word as he draws Ajax close, “are going to help me by distracting y/n long enough for me to sneak the toy into their room. Sound fair? Good.”

Xavier didn’t wait a single second as he pushed Ajax out of the room before following afterwards out into the hallway which was thankfully deserted of earwigging Harpies and gossip gobbling Sirens. Xavier turns to Ajax who was staring at him like a lost puppy. “Now don’t go distracting y/n until I text you to do so. I’ll be in town for quite a while so please be on your best behaviour until I get back.” He said playfully as he readjusted his friends purple beanie, brushed down the lapels of blazer and straightened out the matching purple hoodie he wore underneath before Ajax snapped out of his daze and pulled himself away from Xavier.

“Okay mom, I’ll try not to get in trouble whilst hiding your mess that you made.” Ajax retorts as he walked down the hallway, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Don’t miss me too much now and get your hands out of your pockets!” Xavier called after him, chuckling when Ajax threw him the middle finger over his shoulder. Once the Gorgon was out of sight, Xavier turned to in the opposite direction and sighed, leaning his head back as he stared up at the ceiling. “This is gonna be fun.” He mutters sarcastically, “however this is all for y/n. You’re doing this for y/n.” He then chanted to himself as he began to make progression on his own mission in getting you a new teddy bear.

Ajax was chilling in the quad when he received a text from Xavier telling him to start the distractions as he was making his way towards the staircase that lead towards your dorm. So when the Gorgon looked up from his phone to see that you, Enid and Wednesday were staring to exit the quad. The boy practically bolted from the wall he was leaning on, jumping over and onto tables, much to the disgruntlement of his fang and fur peers, almost being tripped into the fountain the Sirens claimed by his lousy shoelaces when finally the Gorgon managed to run out in front of you three.

“Hey y/n, Enid…Wednesday.” Ajax greeted you all individually, albeit it out of breath but once he got to Wednesday it was more that she scared the breath right out of him then anything. “Where-where we all heading in such a hurry?” He asked just as Xavier crossed his vision, scampering up the staircase two at a time with a gift box clutched to his chest. Ajax hadn’t noticed that his eyes lingered on where his friend once was until Wednesday spoke up on it. “Care to share what you were looking at first, Petropolus.” Ajax stiffed at the use of his last name as he looked to see that you, Enid and Wednesday were staring at him suspiciously.

Shit he thought to himself before concealing his nervousness with a cough, “just ah…just saw a cobweb,” he came up with on the fly as he pretended to look back at where the cobweb was, “yeah. Weems needs to get on that. We don’t want people with arachnophobia to die of fright. Ya know, it’s a valid fear that shouldn’t be underestimated.” Ajax trailed off before coughing again when he felt the air becoming too stifling. “Where were you guys heading off to again? I don’t think I heard it the first time.” He asked, his voice now an octave higher then usual as leant against the archway.

“We didn’t say where we were going but I was just about to head up to my dorm and get my textbooks because Enid suggested that me, herself and Wednesday study for our botany test in their dorm-“ “we had a botany test?! When is it due?” Ajax abruptly cut you off as you looked between Wednesday and Enid to make sure you weren’t the only one who was witness to the Gorgon’s sudden change in character. “Tomorrow.” Enid answered as she clung onto your arm-scared- whilst Wednesday had to console Thing. “Shit.” He cursed under his breath for the second time today as his eyes instinctively looked up the staircase, to see Xavier giving him the thumbs up to let him know the plan hand been successful before walking down the rest of the way to help his friend out.

“Oh hey Ajax, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Xavier greeted the Gorgon by slinging his arm over his shoulder before turning to you, Enid and Wednesday. “Where you guys going, lunch isn’t over for another 20 minutes.” He jutted his chin back over to the quad behind you. “Well as I told Ajax, I just need to head up to my dorm and retrieve my text books so I can go study for our botany test over at Enid and Wednesday’s dorm.” You reiterated for Xavier, sensing that something was definitely amiss but you were just not getting it.

Xavier’s eyes widened with delight as he dragged Ajax with him to the side and out of your way, flashing you a charming smile. “Well then why are you wasting time with little old us when you should be roaming knowledge into your smart brain of yours! Go! Go! Go!” He chanted as you walked up the stairs, still looking down at him and Ajax weirdly. It wasn’t until you disappeared onto the floor or your dormitory when Xavier let his shoulders slump and let out an exaggerate sigh. “We had a test?” He asked Ajax.

“Yep.” The Gorgon responded simply.

“When?” Xavier asks again.

“Tomorrow apparently.” Ajax replied with a shrug.

“Shit.” Xavier cursed. “We’re fucked.” Ajax concluded for his friend as they both continued to stare at the staircase. “I hope y/n likes their new teddy bear though.” Xavier changed the subjected. “I’m sure they will dude.”

Once you had gotten into your dorm the first thing you saw was the gift box sat upon your bed with it’s lid open. Inside was a teddy bear with golden brown fur and hazel button eyes that reminded you of a certain someone. The teddy wore a paint stained apron whilst holding a paintbrush in one paw and a pallet in the other. “Well ain’t you an cutie.” You cooed as you lifted the teddy from it box and bringing it to your chest for a tight squeeze when you noticed it’s added feature; The teddy smelt of pine, papier-mâché, 8B pencil graphite, charcoal and cologne. All these smells you got whenever you hugged Xavier or sat within close proximity to him in class.

Almost as though you had discovered a hidden secret, a slip of paper fell from the seemingly nowhere and landed at your feet, It read as follows;

‘Hope you like you new teddy friend, y/n. call him/her/they whatever you like as comeuppance for Ajax killing Mr bow tie. It was all him. Kill him not me.

Love you lots, your handsome boyfriend, Xavier.’

You gently placed the teddy bear back into it box, bopping it on the nose before looking back out into the hallway as you screamed, “AJAX! YOU ARE SO FUCKING DEAD!”

[httpscomexe]

Little Red

Summary: You're a little pissed off at one of your partners, but he of course, makes up for it.

(Find What I’m currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Wade x Reader x Logan

Warnings: Mention of sex. That’s it really. Heavy foul language?

Word Count: 2004

(I don't check for grammar, I'm too lazy for that shite)

“They’re in my sights, I’m moving in.” You look down at him from above the dark bridge, gun trained on the enemy as Wade moves in, gun pointed in their direction as they search for both of you, and you grin, you had them cornered and they didn’t even know it.

“Wait…” You mumble, sweeping your gun over the area again. “I thought there was three…”

“Shit-“ Then you hear it, the gun as it shoots you right in the back, your gun powering down for the next 10 seconds.

Fucking laser tag.

“Haha, I got you!” Peter pokes your forehead, pushing your head back playfully before running off for the last five seconds you had left, waiting for your gun to power back up.

Were you winning? Absolutely. Were you having fun? Most definitely. Should you all be out on a mission right now? We don’t talk about that.

There’s arcade music as your gun powers back up, and you immediately go back into ‘Call of Duty mode,’ as you like to call it, treating it as if it was a real mission and you didn’t just get shot in the back.

Turning a corner you see a blue glow, that meant Wade was there, your other partner having left already claiming the game wasn’t fair to them. Just because they’re blind, doesn’t mean it’s impossible.

“One is in the back left corner of the room, I’ll get the two on the opposite bridge.” Wade tells you, crouch running to get to the other side, cause who really gives a fuck about no running rules in laser tag rooms? Once the gun is in your hand and the vest is strapped around your front, the rules no longer apply, it was every man, or woman, for themselves, and you took it pretty damned seriously.

You turn the corner, the end of your gun pointed ahead with only 12 seconds left on the little screen, and so you rush it, moving into a jog to get to the end, searching for Kurt, and finding Peter, shooting him straight in the side while he’s looking up at Wade, satisfied with the 10 second time out, that meant he was done about 7 seconds early, so you pass him, ignoring the stupid look of defeat he gives you. You always start, and end with the first and last shot, and you always win. Today would not be the day you lost. So with your gun at the ready, you spot Kurt, he’s got his gun trained up where Wade is, you can tell by the blue glow, and he was waiting for Wades vest to pop up, but you knew it wasn’t going to, so you get close enough for the gun to catch onto the sensors, and you pull the trigger, but it doesn’t push down, instead of the classic video game gun sound, there’s a power down button as the lights turn on, cancelling out the neon and black lights, a groan leaving your throat.

“Why didn’t you shoot me?” Kurt laughs, standing up and looking at Wade again who was now scaling his way down the bridge over to you, Kurt, Peter, and Jane. Scott had also left the room because he was scared of lasers.

“I thought I had enough time for a takedown!” You smile largely, Wade coming up from behind you and lifting you around the waist, waddling awkwardly as he walks you to the exit.

You get out, looking up at the scoreboard. As usual, flawless accuracy, and the most points, you sigh. Thank you Clint. The winning team? Well, Wade picking you up and twirling you like a princess is enough to answer that question, obviously the blue team won. Meaning 500 tickets would be sent into your wristband, and your team wouldn’t be able to play again for thirty more minutes.

“Who won?” Al comes up behind you smiling, holding the big stuffie that she wants to believe is a teddy bear, no one had the heart to tell her…

“Uh, who do you think won?” Wade wiggles his finger directly in front of Al’s face.

“Judging by your hot breath on my face regardless of the mask, I’m assuming you and little red won?” Little red. You love Wade, but God that nickname was getting to be a bit much.

“You’re just mad you couldn’t see.”

“Bitch I got more shots than you probably.”

“Which would be impressive if your kill to death ratio wasn’t seven to twenty three.”

“Girls, come on, the pizza should be ready, and Logan should be here any minute now.” You grab Wades gloved hand, and you gently guide Althea over to the table where Scott was sitting, a small cup of tickets on the table, and a large box of pizza, only two missing. But you weren’t hungry, you were just excited to see Logan.

“Face it, he’s not coming.” Jane nudges you, grabbing a slice for herself, but you were pretty dedicated to looking towards the door, hoping his grumpy ass would peek in at any minute now. But to no avail.

“After this, we should do the race track.” Wade points at Kurt with the tip of his pizza, the weird bastard was eating it crust first. As if Wade couldn’t get weirder.

“Ze race track?” Kurt lifts the two litre bottle of coke, pouring it into a styrofoam cup with some ice that was half melted as you look down at your watch. Logan should’ve been there by now, he promised he’d be there… Surely he didn’t forget. Right?

“Yea, I mean one of us is bound to beat little red in racing, right?” Wade chuckles, looking at you looking at the doors.

“Right? Little red?” You feel a hand on your shoulder and you throw on a smile. “You can’t be good at racing too.”

“Actually, Tony Stark taught me himself.” Is what you would’ve said, but you’ll pass on that for now, those are stories for another time. “Wade, I will kick all of your asses in racing… I could beat you all with my eyes closed.” He smiles.

“Wanna give that a try?”

“No, I wanna go outside for a moment…” You answer quickly, it sounded almost sarcastic, but by the way Wade's chest heaves up and down in a silent heavy sigh, you know he’s disappointed. You were completely reliant on Logan, but you couldn’t help it. That bitch saved your life. And he wouldn’t even show up to an arcade for you now. “I just need a breather…” Wade nods, letting you go, a pat on the shoulder for comfort.

“Well, we’re gonna go practice rounds with five year olds as a replacement, and maybe we can even get Al driving. I'd love to see what she looks like behind a wheel completely unaware of another car in front of her.” You chuckle dryly, taking a step back.

“I’ll be right there, I promise.” You mumble the promise, stepping out of the large arcade and you go over to your truck, climbing into the bed and then onto the roof, sitting with your legs crossed as you open your phone, first checking Logan’s location, which as usual, was turned off. So you call him.

It rings.

And rings.

And rings.

And guess what?

It fucking rings.

You groan, opening your texts with him, the last one he sent being, “I’ll be there baby, I promise. Tell Wade I love him too.” Which makes you feel a wave of hurt just stroke through your body.

You call the number again for some reason. And it rings, and rings. Then it doesn’t.

“What the fuck?” Did this motherfucker just decline my call? Who the fuck does he think he is? You call back, and this time it only rings once before it’s sent straight back to voicemail. So again, you call, same thing. So you call again and again until you’re sure his voice box would be full of frustrated grumbles and groans from your side. “You motherfucking bitch…” Is what’s in the last voicemail until you open your camera app. Only to discover a fucking wall.

And that was it.

You hop off the roof of your truck, opening the door and starting the engine, letting it roar to life despite the snow as you buckle up quickly and swing out of the parking lot. You were not letting this motherfucker ignore you.

You take a sharp turn, speeding down the roads when you could, the little sticker on the back of your licence plate a warning for police not to pull you over.

“What the fuck could this ancient piece of art be possibly hiding from me?” You start yelling at nothing, wishing Wade was sitting next to you. “You save the fucking world with someone and you think you know a guy… especially one that’s been fucking inside of you.” You’re talking to the snow on your windshield now. You knew you’d get attached when you agreed to being in a relationship with Wade and Logan. You’re latched onto the two unkillable fucks like a leech, and until they see you when you’re out of your prime, you weren’t going anywhere, and they sure as hell weren’t gonna push you away. Especially not on the birthday that they all promised to be at. Which honestly, if it was just you, Wade, and Logan, you would’ve been completely satisfied. But with Logan missing, it just felt like a teenage hangout, Wade counting as a child.

You pull off the road, driving up the gravel quickly to the little cabin the three of you had put together, and you turn off the engine of the truck, throwing yourself out of the drivers seat, jamming the keys into the front door, and you push it slab of wood open, basically slamming it behind you before you freeze at the red coating the hardwood floor.

Rose petals…?

Your eyes squint in confusion. And you take another step inside. Red rose petals lead to the bedroom. Little fake candles lit up in the kitchen and living room. And you could barely hear two voices arguing with each other in the bedroom. Wade and Logan…

Logan…

Wade?

How the fuck-

Kurt…

You groan, taking slow and calculated steps towards the bedroom, you weren’t big on surprises, especially since on the other side of the wall there’s usually just a man with a gun.

But as soon as you step into the bedroom…

“Surprise!” Wade shouts, conferring thrown into the air, and there’s glitter flying at you, making you turn away but it just covers your clothes and the floor, not reaching your eyes, nose, or mouth.

Wade was standing in jeans and a pink polo now, his suit and mask kicked into the corner as if it was expertly hidden, and he even managed to get Logan to wear something else from his usual beater and jeans. He was now just wearing elmo pyjamas and a pink hoodie.

“Happy birthdayyy little red!” Wade sings, clapping his hands and running up to you for a hug, which you of course give him, sending a death glance towards Logan who just laughe, taking a few steps towards you.

“I know, I promised to go to the arcade, but baby I am more than two hundred years old, pac man isn’t exactly my thing…” He grabs your waist, wrapping one arm around you and smiling.

“So you set this up…?” He nods, and you feel Wade come up behind you.

“Figured we’d give you a break and let you relax while we take care of you…”

“It was my idea…” Wade chirps, and Logan growls. “Mostly my idea… the sex part was my idea…” His hands also rest on your waist, smiling against your neck as Logan stares down into your eyes.

“Happy birthday, little red…” He leans down, kissing you, and suddenly the nickname doesn’t seem all that bad.

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plllsssss write more for that virgin au i fell in love with it!! i would love to read about schlatt finding out about charlie by accident

ok here's how schlatt finds out about what went down between you and charlie, v short just to get us to the next part where our boy teddy gets to have some fun so stay tuned for that :3

charlie is just. unable to look schlatt in the eyes.

like, he feels so guilty.

even though he didn't technically do anything wrong, charlie feels horrible for breaking down and asking you to sleep with him

and he's got a few hickeys visible, despite his best efforts at covering them up

so ted's all, "ooh, someone got some this weekend!"

and he tries to get charlie to open up about it

but he just mumbles something about not wanting to talk about it and moves on

schlatt flags this as weird, but ted just shrugs and says charlie doesn't have to talk about it if he doesn't want to

but schlatt just can't move on from it.

charlie looks guilty.

he never looks guilty.

what did he do?

schlatt has to figure it out; he's got this feeling in his gut that something's wrong about the whole situation

but he just keeps studying, waiting to see if he can gather any extra information

and he does.

charlie makes the mistake of leaving his phone out, face up, when he goes to talk to a friend about something that happened in one of their classes

a text from you lights up the screen, and ted, sitting next to charlie, reads it first

for schlatt, the phone is upside down, so it takes him a minute

but once he processes your message, he's piecing it together in his mind and his blood runs hot

"'i'm not going to be the one to tell him. you're the one who begged for it, you have to explain to him what we did.'"

he repeats the message out loud once more and slams his books closed, shoving his things into his bag and furiously slinging it over his shoulder

"dude, you aren't even together, you can't control them," ted reasons, trying to salvage the hangout

charlie saunters back over, face falling once he checks his phone and sees schlatt towering over the table with a scowl on his face

"hope it was worth it, man," he mutters, voice laced with anger

"i- i didn't mean to hurt-"

"doesn't matter. i'll see you guys later," schlatt spits out, stalking away from the table and slamming through the library doors

it's silent for a bit before ted speaks

"he'll get over it. give him some time."

"...i hope so."

"he will, he just needs time to realize he doesn't have any say in what y/n does and he'll be over it like that."

ted snaps his fingers with the last word and receives a shhh from an attendant shelving books nearby

"maybe. he really likes them, though. i think i might have actually fucked up this time, ted. it was incredible, but i don't know if it was worth losing schlatt's friendship."

charlie runs a hand through his hair and blows out a frustrated exhale

"maybe he would be less mad if i slept with them too?" ted asks, more wondering aloud to himself than anything

"because then he would have to be mad at both of us," he says as he works through his thought

"and then you wouldn't feel as bad about being the only one to do it!"

charlie just stares at him for a bit

"are you fucking serious, dude? you're gonna make it that much worse?"

"look, man, if i sleep with her, and tell him, he'll be mad at me too, thus taking some of the blame off you. do you see what i'm getting at?"

"yes, dude, i see what you're getting at, but it's a shitty plan and he's just gonna kill both of us."

"...we shall see," ted answers with a sense of finality, grinning as he packs up his stuff

"i'll let you know how it goes." he smirks down at charlie one last time before pulling his phone out of his pocket to check it

"you're an idiot!" charlie whisper-yells as ted struts away

but ted just raises one hand, middle finger sticking up, and exits the library, determined to get in on the bliss that his best friends had experienced so he would no longer be the only virgin in the group

he's humiliated that he's the last one left, but a trip to your apartment will surely change that

so he takes a deep breath, adjusts his bag, and walks to the side of campus that your home's on, excited to see how this whole situation will unfold

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FLASHBACK

"Flash news. you have a little sister"

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Part 1

1993

before season 1

John Winchester drove the Impala 67 through the highway on his way to Louisiana. The only thing that could be heard in the car was the familiar humming of the engine and the rock music playing on the speakers. 10 years later after the death of his wife with another kid. A result from one of his many hook-ups. Never had he expected it would come back at him and slap him across the face like this had. The mother of the child was dead. Killed by an overdose so the officer that had called him had said. Jhon cursed the moment he had left the qoman his phone number with all his soul. Now he wouldn't have to be dealing with a 2 year old kid and gotten her into the life he led. Hunting was no way to raise a little girl. But if he had been able to raise his two sons he would be able to raise the girl. At least he hoped so.

Dean glanced at his father, noticing the tight grip he had on the car wherl, the way his expression was hard and how his body was tense. The 14 year old new to stay out of his way for now, he had no idea where they were going, a hunt he suspected, but somehow his father's actitude had him restless. Something nagged in the back of his mind that this wasn't a normal hunt. Maybe this wasn't a hunt at all. He caught his younger brothers eye through the rear view mirror and new he was feeling the same way.

It didn't take Ling for them to finally reach the police department in Lafayette. Jhon turned off the engine and sat for a moment before sighting.

"Stay in the car boys"

Sam and Dean watched silently as Jhon entered the building.

"Did dad tell you why are we here?" The 10 year old asked his brother.

"No. Somehow I know this isn't a hunt" Dean answered.

It didn't take long before John exited the building again. But this time with a toddler holding his hand and a pink bag over his shoulder.

Dean and Sam watched stunned "what the h-"

John opened the back door for the little girl to climb in next to Sam tossing the bag next to her.

"Yn this are your older brothers Sam and Dean" John pointed at each boy correspondingly each boy watched surprised for a moment.

Yn gave them a shy smile then looked down at her lap where she was holding a worn teddy bear.

Seeing that no words were going to be said, John closed the back door and climbed back into the driver's seat. The boys were both stunned. They kept glanding to the little girl trying to decide what was going on. But this was it. They had a sister. A little sister. They couldent get that on their head yet.

"Yn are you hungry? We are stopping in a dinner closse by" Jhon broke the silence looking back at the girl.

Yn just nodded without lifting her face.

It took only a few minutes before they reached it the car filled with an uncomfortable silence.

Once he had parked the car Jhon turned to Dean. "Take care of her Dean" it would have sounded like a father telling his son to take care of his little sister if he had used a tender fathery voice, but instead his voice came as a command.

"Yes sir" came the immediate response. What was to be expected by a boy who had been drilled since a child to be a soldier, to obey commands and hot overthinking it.

With a short nod Jhon exited the car and walked inside the dinner.

Sam turned to his new found sister "come on" he extended his hand for her to take and she shyly did. He opened the car door and helped her out, the ten year old gave her a smile "you have a nice bear, whats its name?"

Craddling the teddy close to her she spoke for the first time "Mr. Cottons"

"Cool name. Im Dean, this is my little brother Sammy. He's 10 and Im 14" dean walked up to them presenting himself and sam again.

Looking up at him the young girl gave a small smile "Im Yn. Im 2" she held up two fingers.

"Really? I would have though you'd be older" sam commented getting a smile out of Yn. Kids loved being called older than what they really were.

"Do you like hamburgers booger?" Dean asked niknaming her.

Yn smille turned into a full grin showing dimpled cheeks her eyes lighting up "yes!"

Dean couldent help the smile that came into his face "then come on" he reached out to take her hand and Yn willingly let him holding Mr. Cottons tigtly in the other "maybe dad will even let us buy pie. Do you like pie?"

"I love love love pie!" The little girl said with enthusiasm making the boys smile.

Maybe having a little sister wouldent be so bad. Maybe it would be the one normal thing that they would have in their messed up lives.

Walking into the dinner little sister in hand and younger brother walking beside them. Dean swore in that moment that he would do anything to keep Yn being a little girl as long as he could. No matter what his dad said.

if any of you have any ideas I am all ears <333

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New To This - Chapter 9

A/N: Thank you all for being so patient with me! You all know who you are and I appreciate you all so much!

You can thank Teddy Swims' 'Lose Control' for helping me with this chapter.😈Enjoy!

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Delilah’s heels clicked rapidly in her haste to exit the hotel, berating herself all the way. This was a bad idea from the jump and she knew it. She knew that getting this close to Jey Uso would spiral into something else and make her cross a line she should never have crossed. She knew all along that this was going to happen, that she should never have entertained it to begin with.

So why did a part of her enjoy it? Why was her body screaming to go back to him? Why did she want more?

Her fingers touched her kiss-swollen lips. She could still taste him, still smell his cologne, feel his fingers on her, thick and insistent, on her pussy…

Fuck! She had to get out of here, now.

“Yo Dee, wait up!” she heard Josh call out to her just as she made it outside. Instantly, she began walking faster, but he was hot on her tail, easily catching up with her with his longer strides. “Delilah, stop!” 

His hand closed over her arm, spinning her around to face him. Incensed, she yanked away from him with force.

“Don’t touch me! Why are you following me, huh?” she yelled, watching him grind to a halt at the murderous look on her face. “You know what, Josh? Tell me this! How many girls have you done this to?” she demanded.

Josh’s brows furrowed with confusion. “What?”

“Oh, you dumb alluva sudden?” How many other women have you lured into your trap like this, huh? I don’t know what you thought this was, but I ain’t the one. At all! I didn’t come here so I could sleep with you!”

“And yet, you want to,” he smirked.

Something about his statement, about the haughtiness and confidence with which he uttered it, sent a shiver up her spine, and she pushed on before she could let it seep into her skin. “You are a fucking piece of work,” she fumed, getting in his face. “Look at you, standing there all sexy and perfect and charming like you own the fucking world. You celebrities think you can just use us mortals and throw us away like yesterday’s trash, like the rest of us don’t have feelings! Who do you think you are?”

“Delilah...” He started to speak again, but she cut him off, on a roll.

“One minute, you actin’ like we're best buddies and all," she flailed her arms as she began pacing angrily, her gaze focused on the floor. "The next minute, you tellin’ me that you wanna sleep with me and-and now you're touching me and kissing me! And knowing guys like you," she added sharply, "It’s all some fucked up mind game to you. You only doin’ all this shit cuz you wanna get your rocks off!"

Josh crossed his arms over his chest as she continued to pace back and forth. Though he knew he should be listening to what she was saying, he found himself more taken with the way her ass moved beneath the thin barrier of her tight bodysuit. His focus was drawn to the points of her taut nipples pushing through her form-fitting top, the rise and fall of her exposed cleavage as she vented. “Baby, can you calm down?” he finally spoke.

She stopped pacing, her eyes full of accusations when she met his stare again. Then, she reached in her purse and pulled out her phone. For a second, he thought she was listening to him. But then he saw her tapping frantically on the Lyft app for a ride back to her hotel. “What are you doing?” he demanded.

“What’s it look like?” she snarled back.

“Baby girl, wait…” 

“Stop calling me that!” She looked away from her phone, exasperated, “Stop playing with my emotions, Josh! Stop making me want you! Stop making me think about you in ways that I shouldn’t! Just…stop!”

Josh's eyebrow raised, clearly intrigued by what she’d just said. “I ain’t makin’ you do nothin’, Delilah. You an adult, just like me.” 

“Oh really?” she glared at him, “So all the innuendos and looks you keep giving me are all just a figment of my imagination? I’m not a toy! I’m a fucking human being! I don’t need you messing-”

He kissed her again. Delilah stood frozen in shock for a moment, then instinct took over, and she shoved him away. He stumbled back a couple of steps but never took his eyes off her. They stood there, breathing hard. She’d been greatly affected by that kiss and he knew it. She should have walked away right now, gone back to her hotel and acted like the last five minutes never happened. But she saw no one but him. She could see her desire reflected in his dark irises. Her blood pounded in her ears. The only thing her mind was cognizant of was how much she wanted him to kiss her again. But she was a fighter and she was desperate to fight to the bitter end.

“Please,” Delilah whispered, hating the tears that had sprung to her eyes out of nowhere, “I love him…I love Andre…”

“I know you do,” said Josh, gently kissing away the tears that had spilled down her cheeks, his voice soft and compassionate as he wrapped her up in his arms. “But fuck, baby, you kiss so good. I need more. I need you.” His forehead rested against hers. The intimacy of the moment, the near-desperation of his tone sent chills down her spine. “I can’t get you outta my head. I think about you all the time. Baby girl, please…” 

One more time, his mouth found hers. This time, the resistance in her withered away, and she leaned into him, returning his kiss with a ferocity she never realized she possessed. Her hands gripped his shoulders before linking behind his neck. He held her tight as his tongue slipped between her lips, and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her. He tasted so good, so much better than she ever imagined. It felt so natural, so familiar, the way his lips gave her top and bottom ones equal attention, the way her tongue navigated his mouth. They stood in the middle of the parking lot, making out heavily, clinging to one another like the lost, lonely souls neither of them deserved to become.

The door to his hotel suite slammed shut when he pushed her up against it, his mouth on hers in an even more intense kiss. Delilah held his face in her hands, tilting her head to kiss him better. Adrenaline and alcohol rushed through her, encouraged her. She moaned softly when he began to grind against her, making her feel how aroused he was. His hands skimmed the well-defined curves of her body, gliding slowly over her breasts and down her sides, to her waist and hips before sneaking behind to squeeze her ass, pulling her even tighter against him. She’d never been frisked so erotically in her life. This man knew exactly how to make her respond, and she was powerless to stop him.

It felt like a blur as their clothes melted away one by one. Then she seemed to soar through the air, landing softly on her back in the middle of the soft queen bed with him standing over her. She glanced down and fought her jaw from dropping at the sight of the heat he was packing. In turn, he was looking her over, his eyes dancing appreciatively down her frame, and she blushed when he mouthed “wow”. The lust swimming in his eyes spiked her pulse, quickened her breath. Lowering his head, he trailed kisses from her mouth to her chin, over her neck and down to her breasts, taking one nipple between his lips. She gasped as the flick of his hot, wet tongue shot shivers up her spine. She buried her fingers in his hair, arching her back as he licked and sucked and nibbled. His large hand massaged her other breast, keeping it there as his lips made a path down her stomach, heating up her skin and leaving her gasping for more. Of their own volition, her hands found their way to his shoulders, unable to resist the lure of his touch.

“Josh…”

The sound of his name leaving her lips did something to him. With an ominous grin, he spread her legs wide and dipped his head swiftly between them. His mouth found the warm wetness there and probed, invaded, caressed. Delilah cried out, writhing in his grip, her nails scraping the back of his head. Breathless, she struggled for control, squeezing her eyes shut as pleasure swept over her. But Josh was on a mission, slurping and sucking her at the same time, doing everything to get her sweet taste in his mouth.

“Oooh, Josh…oh my god, that feels so good…” The smacks of his lips and the wetness of his tongue slobbering all over her was driving her insane,  the sensations making her clit ache in the best way. “Oh, fuck I’m about to come,” she groaned.

It was all music to his ears. Pushing her thighs further back, he dug deeper, speeding up his tongue, slowing down his lips, not stopping until she couldn't do anything but scream for him. He looked up to see her eyes rolled back, felt his hair in her fist, her nipples peaked as she reached her own peak. 

“Fuuuuuck!” Delilah’s body hitched off the bed, spasming almost violently. Josh held her trembling legs still and caught every drop of her essence with swipes of his tongue. He chuckled when she pushed his head away and lay slack on the bed, a dazed look on her pretty face. A satisfied smirk curled his lips as he licked up her sticky sweetness. She was hands down the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

“You taste amazing, baby, just like I thought,” he complimented her, gently parting her thighs again. He positioned his body between her legs which quickly wrapped around his waist in anticipation. They met each other’s gaze one more time. They both knew the already thin barrier between them was finally torn down. There was no going back.

He lightly nibbled on her bottom lip, dragging his tongue along hers to make her taste herself. She gripped his shoulders tightly, returning his kisses like a starved woman, soft breaths of need escaping them both. Between them, he gripped his dick, teasingly rubbing the head from her clit to her entrance and groaning at just how soaked she was for him. He rolled his hips, biting his lip as he slowly began to push inside of her. They both groaned at the sensations that surged through them. At first, he started to move at a slow pace, but then increased his rhythm. Searching desperately for leverage, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, gasping as each flex of his body drove his incredibly thick cock deeper into her until she felt him near the pit of her stomach. 

“Fuck, wait…Stop, you’re too deep,” Delilah pushed at him, forcing him to halt his movements.

“I ain’t even that deep, hol’ on,” he laughed.

“Oh my god,” she moaned.

“Nah, take it baby. Relax. I need you to get used to me,” he instructed, caressing her face as he looked into her eyes. “Relax, baby, come on.”

Breathing deeply, she forced herself to relax, biting hard on her lip as he rocked his hips again, slower, getting deeper with each thrust. His satisfied smile for some reason had her beaming with pride.

“There ya go. Fuuuck, Delilah, you so wet. Been waitin’ on this for so long.” He rolled her nipple between his fingers, and then bent to kiss her lips, nipping and licking her bottom lip with delicious swirls of his tongue earning another groan from her. 

“Shit,” she moaned along with him, his husky grunts filling her ears as he drove himself into her. Lifting his upper body, he braced his arms on either side of her and worked his hips, pushing his dick as deep inside her as possible. Skin slapped audibly against skin. She clung to him, doing everything she could not to scream from his relentless pace. The sweet sensations stirring within her caused her to throw her head back with a loud moan. At that moment, if you asked her what her name was, she couldn’t tell you.

Josh dipped back down, bringing them chest to chest again. His kisses were so sensual and tender that her head spun, intensifying the building heat inside her. “You feel so fuckin’ good, baby,” he cradled her head as he covered the side of her throat with more kisses, “Wanted to fuck you since I first laid eyes on you.”

She was so close to her release. Her insides were on fire, the muscles within her squeezing tightly around him. They held onto each other tightly, eyes locked, foreheads touching, neither of them saying another word, their moans and heavy breathing doing the talking for them as their bodies danced together on the bed. Delilah cried out as she came hard, every part of her burning with the intensity of it. On top of her, Josh moved faster, groaned louder, sweat glazing his forehead from exertion.

“Gimme another one, baby. I know you can,” he murmured, growling as he felt her clench and ripple around him once again. Staring her down, he continued to fuck her hard through her orgasm, freezing as his body detonated, milked thoroughly of his seed by her warm, weeping pussy. “Unnh, fuuuck, baby, damn,” he panted, his mouth covering hers as he finally slowed, feeling the shudders of her body subside against his own.

Delilah moaned softly as he slipped out of her and collapsed on the bed beside her, breathing heavily. She rolled over and stared at him before reaching for him. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and kissing her neck over and over. It was the last thing she remembered before she fell asleep.

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With a moan and a drawn-out stretch, Delilah licked her sleep-dried lips. The tingling in her belly was a foreign concept first thing in the morning and it was growing stronger and hotter. Struggling to sit up, she found herself fully awake by the sight that greeted her.

Josh's arms were wrapped around her thighs, holding her legs apart as he licked gently at her warm folds. “Mornin’ baby girl,” he murmured.

She needed to stop him but it felt too good. The past eight hours in which he had woken her several times to lavish all his attention of her had felt so damn good. "Joshhh," she gasped, gripping the pillows beside her head.

"That's it, baby. Call out my name," he coaxed her, his voice smooth as silk against her pussy. “I gotchu. Such a sweet, sweet girl.”

He increased the speed of his tongue, flicking furiously at her swollen bud until her legs began to shake. He used his strong hands to pry her thighs further apart, laying havoc to her most intimate place until she tossed her head back against the pillows with a long, pitiful groan as she came. He delivered small kisses to the inside of her thigh before finally letting her go with a smack of her ass as she flopped onto her side trying to catch her breath. It was only when the tremors had subsided minutes later that she managed to speak. "Jesus, you’re dangerous," she said, smiling in spite of herself when he shrugged, unabashedly lounging naked beside her.

"Danger is good sometimes, uce," he preached, licking his lips as he let one big paw trail slowly along her thigh. “So, be honest...how many times did I make you come?”

"Including just now?" she moaned as she tried to wiggle her toes, "I think that was number six."

Smiling triumphantly, Josh's fingers danced closer between her legs. “Best part is I’m just gettin' warmed up, baby,” he teased, laughing when she pushed away blushing profusely. “You so innocent. I like it.”

Closing her eyes, she reveled in the feel of his warm mouth on her neck, her pussy clenching when he moaned softly against her skin. "Josh," she sighed, trying to pull away when he captured her earlobe between his teeth, an action that he seemed to enjoy more with each passing moment. "What are we doing?"

A deep growl rumbled from his chest as Josh steered her chin and captured her lips in another heated kiss. "Whatchu mean, baby?"

With all of her strength, Delilah pushed him away, forcing them both to concentrate on her question. "I mean this. Us," she gestured between them. "What is this? What was last night about?"

"Just two consenting adults having fun." His reply rolled easily off his tongue, "That’s it. It don’t gotta have a name."

All night, Delilah had convinced herself that giving in to her urges was necessary. She could vividly recall his breathy pleas to be with her, and she'd truly believed that having sex with him would give her the closure she thought she wanted. Now that it had happened, she couldn’t tell if it had done the trick. "I have to get ready," she voiced out loud, rolling away from him. "I’m meeting with the coaches at eight and I need to be there early," she informed him, acutely aware that she would be returning to the recruits’ dorm in the same outfit from last night and was keen to avoid any nosiness.

Josh waited until she had reached the end of the bed before snaking an arm out and scooping her back into his arms. “It’s only six-thirty, there’s time," he said.

"Time for what exactly?" she asked, getting her answer with a searing kiss that made her toes curl. It was clear that Josh had no regrets about what had happened between them, and Delilah strongly, truly wanted to feel the opposite. She wanted to tell him to stop this time, that they had already gone too far.

But given the way he’d dicked her down last night, and the way he was currently sliding said dick back inside her, she wasn't quite sure she could bring herself to tell him anything except to fuck her just as good again.

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[minimalistsource]

RAHUL KOHLI as TEDDY Next Exit (2022) dir. Mali Elfman

[therosietoesy]

Full Moon [Eddie Munson]

CW: Unprotected sex, cream pie, public sex, breeding, spitting, face sitting

Eddie is on the edge of his sit while driving both of you to lovers lake. He’s been like this all week when you told him that it’s a full moon on Friday. You see once you told him that sex during a full moon is powerful. Since then, he's been counting down the days until the next full moon. Finally, it was time and Eddie was ready for a mind-blowing experience.

The van comes to a halt and you both exit the van. Thus the journey to Skull Rock is taking place. Leaves crunching underneath your shoes and the sounds of crickets chirping fill the silence between the two of you. Beyond the trees came the clearing of skull rock which was perfectly glowing in the moonlight. Eddie stopped and looked at you waiting for what to do next. You had two bags in your hands and started to set everything up. Laying out a blanket on the ground and placing candles to hold down the corners of the blanket. Going back into your bag you sprinkle salt around the edge of the blanket to create a circle of protection. After you dust off the remaining salt stuck to your hand you grab the final stuff which was crystals that you placed in various spots on the blanket.

Once completed you looked to Eddie for his one helpful task which is lighting the candles and he was very pleased to be able to help. After the last candle is lit he joined you on the blanket and began kissing you. He laid himself down on the blanket pulling you on top of him. His hands played with the hem of your top and slowly was lifting it up. You took the hint and removed your shirt.

His hands went to your chest and started to squeeze your boobs. Thus creating soft moans to leave your lips. You need more from him and began grinding yourself on him. His grip on your breasts became firmer and his hips started meeting yours in grinding against each other. Both of you were getting lost in the bliss of one another that you wanted no needed more. You halted your hips and Eddie looked up at you with a small hint of confusion. “Need more than this Eds.” You spoke. He gently slid you off of him so you both could remove your clothes. Once you both were bare, Eddie lied down and pulled you up to his face. You were nervous about doing this, you’ve only sat on his face a couple of times. Swallowing the lump in your throat you started to slowly descend on his face. His hands went to your hips to guide you on his mouth. When he felt like you were in a semi what comfortable position, he softly placed a kiss to your clit. A sigh escapes your lips and Eddie began his journey on eating you out. His tongue went back and forth from your hole to your clit. The next time he was focusing on your hole, you started to roll your hips. A loud moan of his name falls from your lips onto your clit made a pass at his nose rubbing against it. Thus your hips picked up it pace so that you were stimulating your clit against his nose. It was sending you a lot closer to your release. One last roll of your hips and his tongue hitting your g-spot had you cumming all over his face “Holy fuck Eddie.” You moaned loudly as you were coming down from your high. Eddie gently lifted you off his face and carefully placed you back on the blanket.

He turned you around and pushed you on your hands and knees. He gripped his cock and ran it over your dripping slit. He did for a while until you let out a whine “Teddy please.” You begged. He spit on your pussy and pushed himself into you and snapped his hips into yours. His thrusting was picking up and he is going faster and harder. He grips your hips hard, which most likely will create a bruise but you didn’t really mind. Both of you were moaning each others names loudly without a care. “Eddie—fuck… I’m getting close.” You stated. “So am I sweetheart.” He replied. Hips began to go into overtime and he was hitting deeper than before. Squeals and moans were coming from your lips. One particular thrust sent you over the edge. “I’m cumming Eddie holy fucking hell. You scream. A few more thrust Eddie emptied himself inside of you. Slowing his hips as you both are coming down from your highs.

Once he stopped he carefully pulled out of you which caused you both to hiss out and he laid down on the blanket. He gently pulled you into his arms and chest so he can hold you. You both laid in silence to catch your breath. Once it was evened out, you looked up at him. He looked down at you with those beautiful brown eyes. “What’s up?” He asked. “Did you enjoy having sex under a full moon?” You asked back. He laughed and pulled you closer if that was possible. “Absofuckinglutely I enjoyed it. We should do that every full moon.” He said. Which caused you to join in on laughing with him. “Will see about that.” You replied. You both laid there together enjoy the full moon and the stars shining in the sky.

[animeomegas]

Hi Amy! I've got one. Who's most likely to keep a plushie (with their alpha's scent on it) in their nest at all times. Between Itachi, Kakashi and Iruka🤔

(Hey! This ask is so cute 🥺)

MOST

Itachi - He's the only one on the list that actually keeps some plushies in his nest as a standard, and he also loves his nest to be heavily scented.

You were relaxing on your bed when Itachi gently exited from the adjoining nesting room, one of his plushies in hand. It was Yoru, the little teddy bear you'd won him at a festival early into your courting. Itachi slid onto the bed next to you.

"He's empty," he said softly, adjusting the red ribbon around Yoru's neck. "Scent him for me, please?"

Kakashi - Kakashi does not like plushies, but he does love his nest to be filled with his alpha's scent, so I've put him here, in the middle.

"Kakashi, have you seen my jumper? The black one I wore yesterday?"

Kakashi purposefully didn't meet your eyes. "Hmm, no."

"So, if I go into your nest, I'm not going to find it there?"

"I can't imagine why such a thing would be true."

You just sighed, knowing there was no winning once he got his hands on your clothes. "Fine, but I'm raiding something from your wardrobe."

Iruka - He doesn't like plushies in his nest, nor does he like too much of his alpha's scent (unless he's in heat), so Iruka finds himself here at the bottom.

LEAST

[crissiebaby]

Bonnie's Scaregiver

“Ooh! I didn’t know there was gonna be a haunted house!” shouted Bonnie, tugging on Daddy’s arm as she led him through the crowded conference room of costumed adults. It was the eve of CrissBaby Diaper Co’s annual Halloween party, and Bonnie was having an absolute blast prancing around as her favorite Didney character, Snow White.

Daddy, on the other hand, was feeling a tad self-conscious for a change. Dressed as Prince Charming in a poofy-shouldered jerkin with grey tights and a red cape tied around his neck, it was safe to say he was regretting his deal with Bonnie to let her pick their costumes in exchange for a horror movie marathon later that month. “Oh, sweetie. I’m not sure that’s such a good idea. Remember what happened last time…” he said, reminding his baby girl of their last trip to a haunted house that saw her punching a scare actor before sprinting through the rest of the route.

“Shush! It was my fight-or-flight instincts! Also, this isn’t the same thing!” said Bonnie, pushing out her bottom lip and folding her arms across her chest. “That haunted house was trying to be extra scary. This one is hosted by a diaper company. How scary can it be?”

Raising an eyebrow his Little’s way, Daddy knew Bonnie’s capacity to handle jumpscares was less than zero. That said, he felt a tad vengeful of her refusal to let him wear regular pants. “Well, if it’s not scary, then you shouldn’t need me to hold your hand through it. Head on in. I’ll wait right here,” he said, spotting the momentary fear behind her eyes before she pivoted to a defiant scowl.

“Fine! I’ll show you,” said Bonnie, leaving Daddy in the dust as she stomped into the haunted house on her own. Unfortunately, her bravery wasn’t built to last once Daddy was out of sight. It wasn’t too bad at first as she passed through a maze of mirrors with relative ease. However, she was instantly unnerved as she transitioned into the next room; a dimly lit nursery space with tatter wallpaper that was filled with a large collection of creepy dolls. “It’s gotta be over soon, right?”

Tragically, Bonnie wasn’t even halfway through when she entered the third room, which was an open space with several styrofoam headstones scattered about. Tiptoing through the room, a loud crash of thunder drew her attention toward the back wall.

This gave the scare actor wearing a headless Miss Snorington costume and holding a plastic, toy axe plenty of time to get into position. “Don’t lose your head, baby girl! It’s just a bit of thunder!” said the actor mimicking Miss Snorington’s hoity-toity accent.

Caught off-guard by the sudden intrusion, Bonnie spun around and proceeded to scream at the top of her lungs as she gazed up at the six-foot-tall, decapitated teddy bear. Without Daddy there to protect her from the evil stuffy, she found herself twice as frightened as she was at the last haunted house. Only this time, her reaction was neither fight nor flight…

BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOORT!!!

Standing by the exit of the haunted house, Daddy’s trademark cheesy smirk returned as Bonnie trotted out with a loaded diaper and a tearful expression. “So…I’m guessing no more haunted houses?” he said, pulling his baby girl in for a warm hug and softly patting her on the bum.

“No mo haunned houses,” grumbled Bonnie, hiding her shame as she pressed her face into Daddy’s chest. At least she had plenty of Halloween candy to sulk her sadness into.

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