#We swoop through action-filled rooms. Again and again

[taxi-davis]

Flying Image by Thomas Meyer-Hermann

[randomcreator-09]

The Impeccable Ganster of London

Freddie Mays x Gangster!reader

🔥Gif ain't mine -> @darcaway (tiktok)🔥

✨No warnings. Just a random thought I had as I was watching Gangster No. 1✨

🐧AHHHHHHH No smut on this one XD I love writing him in a state he feels so down bad for the reader but... This is also one way to write him without making him over too sexual ":D but ey might write a part two if you'd like :3 anyways enjoy ^^🐧

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London Alleyway: Midnight

The alley was a shadowy maze, filled with the echoing clatter of gunfire and the acrid stench of gunpowder. Freddie Mays, his tailored suit now smeared with grime, ducked behind a rusted dumpster, heart racing. The conflict was fierce, a brutal gang war between his faction and Lennie Taylor’s crew. The sound of bullets whizzing past him was punctuated by the sharp yells and curses of men fighting for dominance.

Freddie’s mind raced as he tried to plot their escape. The odds were stacked against them. He had underestimated Taylor’s resolve and was now paying the price. A sudden burst of fire from a nearby rooftop drew his attention, and for a moment, he saw a new faction swoop in—a third party with unknown allegiance, their leader shrouded in darkness and mystery.

The alley erupted into chaos as this new group made their presence known. Freddie barely had time to react when he felt a sudden rush of adrenaline and the sharp pain of a bullet graze his side. He stumbled, the world around him becoming a blur. He caught a glimpse of a figure emerging from the chaos—an assertive woman commanding her men with precision and authority.

In the midst of the gunfire, the anonymous leader’s sharp eyes locked onto Freddie. With a commanding gesture, she ordered her men to secure the area. Her voice cut through the din like a knife. "Get him out of here! To the hospital, now!"

Her men moved with practiced efficiency, lifting Freddie and transporting him out of the alley, his vision fading in and out as he caught fragmented images of the leader’s intense gaze. She had y/c eyes, gorgeous even at this clouded night. Through the haze, he could see the hospital's stark lights and the brief, fleeting comfort of anonymity.

In the hospital, as Freddie was tended to and kept hidden from the prying eyes of law enforcement, he remained semi-conscious, the enigmatic leader’s actions etched into his memory. He couldn’t shake the feeling of fascination with the person who had saved him.

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Several Weeks Later: Business Transaction

Freddie Mays had fully recovered and was back to his usual self, though his thoughts were often consumed by the mysterious woman who had intervened in his moment of need. He knew little about her, but he was determined to find out more.

He found himself in a sleek, upscale office—the headquarters of a powerful business venture. He was here for a transaction, one that could potentially expand his operations. As he negotiated with the right-hand man of the organization, he felt a simmering curiosity about the true identity of the leader.

The right-hand man, impeccably dressed, conducted the meeting with an air of professionalism. “The terms are as we discussed. Our leader trusts that you’ll uphold your end.”

Freddie nodded, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of the elusive leader, but only a frame of her portrait was there. Impeccably immaculate portrait. “And when might I have the pleasure of meeting her?”

The right-hand man gave a curt nod, his eyes peircing Freddie's in a manner of protecting the gangs identity. “She’s a busy woman." he grunts. "You’ll have to be patient. Although her decisions are final.”

Freddie’s gaze lingered on the right-hand man, feeling a pang of frustration mixed with intrigue. His mind kept drifting back to that night—the leader’s eyes, her commanding presence. He wondered when she'll ever meet her again. To thank her, atleast.

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A Week Later: Finding HER

Freddie, who was still on a quest to uncover the mysterious leader’s identity, had finally managed to track down leads to a lavish charity event—the sort of high-profile gathering where someone like her might make an appearance. The venue was filled with influential figures, and as he mingled, he felt a growing sense of anticipation.

As he navigated through the crowd, he finally saw her—elegant and poised, standing in the spotlight. The leader, now revealed, was the same woman who had saved him months ago. Same confident y/eyes, y/body, and poise. His heart skipped a beat as he took in her confident stride and commanding presence. The realization hit him with a mix of shock and admiration.

He approached her with a purposeful gait, trying to mask the rush of emotions that accompanied the discovery. “You must be Miss l/n" with enough research and his factions findings, he knew her name atleast.

She turned to face him, her eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and recognition. “Mr. Mays. I'm suprised to find you in such a gathering like this.”

He gave a half-smile, one of genuine admiration and curiosity. True, he wasn't the type of person to be in such events. “Well, looking for you is quite hard, I have to admit. But alas, I thought a woman like you would be here." he paused as he looked around to see that your men were glaring knives at him.

You give your men a signal of the hand and they immediately turn away. He lifts his brow amused by this power you held on them and looked at you again. "How can I ever repay you for your kindness Miss l/n?" as he slowly reached for your hand and placed a delicate kiss on your knuckle, without breaking eye contact.

You met his gaze steadily, a hint of amusement playing at your lips. "You can call me y/n. Let’s not make this a transaction, Mr. Mays. It’s less complicated than that. But we’ll talk. There’s much to discuss between us.”

He gives her a curt nod. "Please, if you plan for me to call you 'y/n', I think it's just right you call me Freddie."

You smiled "Very well then, Freddie." speaking with a volume of elegance, which sent Freddie’s spine shivering with pleasure. It felt right, you calling his name like that.

As the evening continued, Freddie realized that the enigmatic leader was someone he would never easily forget. Their paths had crossed in a way that neither of them could have anticipated, and he knew that the connection they shared was far from over.

"I must leave, I'll have that talk with you soon, Freddie." as you turned around, assisted by your right-hand.

"Where can I see you again?" he retorts almost too desperate to his liking, but it doesn't matter, he had to know.

You look at him with a slight smile, a smile enough to satisfy that certain tingle in your brain. "Faith will arrange us a day." as you strides away from his view.

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A Quiet Café, The Day After the Charity Event

The extravagant charity event had come and gone, and Freddie Mays found himself in a quaint, unassuming café tucked away from the usual hustle and bustle of London. The contrast between the opulent affair and this cozy spot was striking. The café was filled with soft, ambient light and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

Freddie, still deep in thought about the enigmatic leader, had come here for a bit of solitude. He sipped his coffee, staring absently out the window, when the door swung open and a familiar face walked in. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized her.

The woman who entered was dressed casually, her elegant evening attire replaced by simple jeans and a cozy sweater. She moved with the same grace and poise as before, but now she looked like someone entirely different—someone more approachable, more real.

Freddie’s eyes widened as realization dawned. She was the same girl who had worked for him years ago at his old club, the one who had caught his attention with her charm and wit. The memory of her, then a bright-eyed waitress, contrasted sharply with the powerful figure he had seen at the event. She had saved him back then too, he remembered. The explosion of his old club, where she carried out all his men out the building to safety and was never seen again.

It was her, he remembered clearly now. Without hesitation, he stood and approached her, his curiosity getting the better of him. “y/n,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and recognition. “I.. know you.”

You looked up from the counter, a hint of recognition flashing in your eyes. “Freddie Mays. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

He couldn’t hide his intrigue. “I didn’t expect to see you at all. You’ve changed quite a bit since the days.. I... " he was speechless. In oblivion. She just dissappeared one day and shows up as one of the most powerful gang leaders in London. It didn't make sense.

You smiled faintly, a mixture of nostalgia and subtle pride in your expression. “Life has a way of taking us down unexpected paths. And it seems we’ve crossed paths time and time again.”

Freddie studied her, noting the calm confidence she exuded even in casual attire. “You saved me. But I also remember you from the club. You were always different from others. Smart and witty, a woman with pride."

You nodded, acknowledging the truth in his words. “I was just a waitress back then, trying to make ends meet. Now, things have changed, but some things remain the same. I still believe in protecting those who are worth saving.”

He tilted his head, a smirk playing at his lips. “You’ve certainly become someone formidable. And it seems you’ve saved me not once, but twice now.”

He had lots of questions in mind, but this was enough for now. If this is faith, then he'll let faith explain her sudden disappearance.

Your eyes met his with a mixture of warmth and sincerity. “You have a knack for getting into trouble, Freddie. But I suppose it’s all part of the charm.”

Freddie chuckled, feeling a sense of ease in her presence that he hadn’t expected. “And you’ve managed to keep me intrigued. I owe you more than just my gratitude.”

You shrugged lightly, your expression softening. “You don’t owe me anything. I did what I felt was right. But if you’re interested, perhaps buying me a cup of cold choco milk would be nice”

He chuckles at her choice of drink, but nods anyways. "One cold choco milk for the lady please," he orders on the counter looking at y/n as she settles in his table.

He couldn’t help but take in a sense of relief seeing her, but who is she really? Curiosity trickles his nerves as she looks out the window, casually without care in the world.

She looked so normal in her attire, exclude the fact she still has that confidence sketched on her. As he settles down across her and places the drink to her side of the table, he looks at her with great deprivation. He was curious and wanted to ask alot, but he was afraid she would run away like she did last time.

You thanked Freddie for the drink and take a sip. Your lips softly touching the edge of the cup. Indeed he had lots of thoughts, Although one thing was sure, that you will never be leaving his mind any time soon.

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🐧Part two?

[minisugakoobies]

Sorry I Motorboated You | JJK

This is just straight nonsense prompted by @btsgotjams27 💕 Couldn't stop thinking about the Koobies and wrote this lil drabble. I hope you enjoy!

Genre is crack. Rating is M (18+) just because. WC: 899

No warnings, other than reader really has a thing for Jungkook's chest. But who doesn't? 🥴

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own BTS, they just inspire me.

“I said WHAT?!”

Your voice echoes down the hallway as you stare at your friend in horror. There’s a fierce pounding in your head, thanks to last night’s party. All you can remember is winning at flip cup and then celebrating with your friends in the hot tub outside of the beach house you’ve rented for the week. Everything after that is a beer-soaked blur.

To you, anyway. Not to Jimin, who is smiling at you in a way that makes your stomach lurch. Nope, wait, that’s the alcohol. Groaning, you lead him into the kitchen in search of something greasy for breakfast. 

“I really said that?” 

“Oh yeah.” As he whips up something for the two of you to eat, Jimin fills you in on the previous evening’s events. Apparently, you’d decided to finally say something to your longtime crush, Jungkook. The two of you have been dancing around each other for weeks, exchanging shy glances at group hangouts, flirting a little here and there, but neither of you had made any moves. 

Until last night. When you’d shot your shot. In the most embarrassing way.

“It’s not that bad,” Jimin says, patting your shoulder. 

“Not that bad?! How can I ever look him in the eye again?” Leaning against the island bury your face in your arms, groaning loudly. 

“Well, you’re about to find out,” Jimin suddenly informs you, and you lift your head as Jungkook strolls into the kitchen.

“Morning, Jimin,” he nods. Then he greets you with a soft smile, and your stomach flips again. Nerves, this time. 

He’s clearly not in the same hangover boat you’re in. Looks refreshed, like he got a great night’s sleep, long raven hair framing a face free of dark undereye circles or blotchy skin like you have. Seems completely untroubled. 

Jimin doesn’t even bother to come up with an excuse, just leaves the room as quickly as he can. Traitor. As Jungkook stares into the fridge, you decide you have two options here. One, address what happened last night to clear the air. Or two, run. 

Two is super tempting, but it won’t solve the problem. Given how relaxed he seems, Jungkook might not be upset about what you did, but you know your guilt will eat at you. So with a sigh, you straighten up, turning to face him, and prepare yourself for abject humiliation. 

“Hey, Jungkook?”

He hums, still rifling through the fridge.

“Um, I wanted to apologize for last night.” 

Jungkook stills for a second. “Apologize?” 

“Yeah. I’m sorry for, um, all those things I said. And, uh, did. When we were in the hot tub with everyone.” 

When he turns around, your stomach swoops again. He’s smirking, eyes narrowing as the corner of his mouth curls. His tongue flicks out to lick at his lip ring. “What.”

“Huh?” 

“What things are you sorry for? What specifically,” he clarifies, taking a step towards you. 

“Everything I said…" you trail off, staring down at your hands.

“Like what?”

He watches you quietly with arms crossed. Oh god, he’s gonna make you say it? Fine.

“I’m sorry that I s-said that I like your,” your face burns, “your boobies.” 

“That’s not what you called them.” He grins. He’s definitely enjoying this.

You are not. “Jungkook,” you whine pleadingly.

He just tilts his head at you, waiting. You swallow your pride. “Your Koobies.” 

He nods, but doesn’t say anything, and you know he’s waiting for more. 

“And I’m sorry that I,” you pause, girding yourself, “that I shouted, ‘HONKA HONKA,’ and made grabby gestures with my hands.” You start to mimic the action only to stop yourself in shame. 

His mouth twitches, but he doesn’t laugh, just takes another step. Your back hits the island as he leans over you, both hands on the counter behind you. “Anything else.” 

You’re never ever drinking again. “Yes. I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

He motions for you to go on. 

“I’msorrythatImotorboatedyou!” The words come out in one long breathless shout. Horrified, you cover your face with your hands. 

Thankfully, Jungkook doesn’t laugh at your pain. He doesn’t say anything at all, but after a few seconds, you feel his warm fingers close around your wrists, and he pulls your hands away from your eyes. 

And places them directly on his pecs. 

The sound you make is 50% shocked yelp, 50% strangled moan, and 100% undignified. And then he flexes, and the meter tips to 100% moan. Even more mortifying.

“If I’m being honest, I’m glad you broke first,” he confesses, smirk returning. Biting your lip to suppress the unbidden noises you keep making, you give him a confused look. “You looked so good in the hot tub last night, I thought I might've been the one having to apologize this morning.” 

“Oh.” His arms slide around your waist, and you press your hands further into his solid chest, fingers playing with the collar of his t-shirt. “I mean, I probably would’ve let you motorboat me as much as you wanted, if I’m being honest.”

“Nah, that’s okay,” he replies immediately, and you can’t help but feel crushed at the instant rejection. But then he shifts closer, mouth hovering over yours and you gasp into his kiss as his hands slip down the curve of your back to grab two handfuls of your ass. “Unlike you, I’m more of an ass man.” 

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[calebdumes]

HIYA so i was thinking about kanera prompts and im such a sucker for accidentally falling asleep together so maybe early on in their relationship after they've met and left Gorse hera and/or kanan accidentally falls asleep on each other? 👀

:grogurise:

fandom: star wars rebels

relationship: kanan jarrus/hera syndulla (pre-relationship)

rating: t

word count: 2.4k

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The planet of Sarka was, in Kanan’s opinion, a strange place for any kind of meet up. Well, at least a meet up on the surface. Everything he knew about Sarka, which admittedly wasn’t much, told him that all the action happened down in the city caverns below. Up on the surface there wasn’t much of anything besides thick jungles and large, spindly mountains that reached up into the yellow sky like the claws of a beast. But Hera insisted that this is where she was supposed to meet her contact, so Kanan wasn’t going to question it. 

In the few short months he had been part of Hera’s crew, Kanan had caught on pretty quickly that questioning Hera’s motives wasn’t always the smartest thing. Especially when he was firm in his “no rebel business” stance. He was strictly crew and on the rare occasion, like today, he was backup muscle. 

“So what exactly are we doing here again?” he asked, leaning up against the rough bark of a tree. The towering plant was nearly as wide as the Ghost and had a tangle of massive roots arching up from the ground. He swiped a hand across his forehead, wiping away some of the sweat that had collected on his brow. “And why are we not down in the city loading are pockets with Corusca gems?”

“I told you,” Hera sighed from one of the large roots she was perched on. “I’m meeting a contact and that’s all you need to know. Besides,” she looked up at him from the corner of her eye. “The Sarkan people are…particular in their customs. I don’t think you’d make it in the city.”

“I can be charming.” Kanan said with a smirk. 

“Yeah,” she said with a short laugh. “Sure you can.”

“You don’t think I’m charming?” he teased with an exaggerated waggle of his eyebrows. Hera sighed again but there was a small smile pulling at her lips.

“I think you think you’re charming.” Hera pointed out. “There’s a difference.” 

“If you say so,” he replied. He dug around in one of his pockets and pulled out a ration bar. “You want one?” he asked her. 

Hera nodded and took the bar from his hand. She tore at the packaging with her teeth, peeling back the wrapper and crumbing up the trash in her gloved hand. Kanan glanced up at the canopy overhead. Very little sunlight shone through the dense leaves, but night was still a long way off. Kanan was hoping they’d be well on their way back to the Ghost before then. He didn’t want to know what kind of creatures roamed the jungle when the sun went down. 

“They should be here soon.” Hera said as if reading his thoughts. “They would have contacted me if they ran into trouble.”

Kanan didn’t feel like pointing out that if her contact had run into trouble, they might not be able to contact her. Instead he pushed away from the tree and walked over to Hera. Wordlessly, she scooted over, giving him room to sit down. 

“I don’t mind waiting.” he said, settling in. “The company could be better but the view is nice.”

Hera punched him on the arm, nearly pushing him off the root. “Ow!” he said, rubbing his now sore arm. “I was kidding! Kriff!”

“I’m the best company you’ve ever had.” Hera said smugly, heat blossoming on her face seconds later. Kanan couldn’t help the little swoop of desire that he felt at the sight. 

“Can’t argue with that.” he smiled. Hera rolled her eyes and pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her shins. The sounds of the jungle filled the silence between them, the distant cry of avians, the soft rumble of a nearby waterfall. It was peaceful here, with nothing but nature around them. It wasn’t long before he felt the gentle tug of sleep. 

Kanan gave himself a little shake, blinking his eyes rapidly. He couldn’t afford to drift off, not when he was only there as Hera’s backup. Not that Hera couldn’t take care of herself. He had seen her fight and knew full well how capable she was. But the idea of sleep, even out here in the jungle was tempting. 

They had been on the move for the last few days, jumping to one planet after the next as Hera tracked down leads. He wasn’t entirely sure what she was looking for but it kept them moving with little time to rest in between. When she had first mentioned stopping on Sarka, he had hoped it was for well deserved rest. Honestly, he should have known better. 

Kanan let his mind wander, pondering the possible contacts Hera was planning on meeting with and the intel they would share. Not everything Hera got herself into revolved around crushing the Empire. Sometimes she took jobs that delivered supplies to impoverished colonies or acted as a transport, moving refugees to safe havens. It was those jobs Kanan liked helping with the most. It was those jobs that made Kanan feel like he was doing something good with his life, doing something important. 

It made him feel like the person he was always destined to be.

He had a feeling Hera knew that too. 

She had never said anything about the incident on the Forager, when he had stopped the metal catwalk from crushing her with the Force. He knew she had questions and suspected what he used to be but she never said a word about it, something Kanan was endlessly grateful for. 

Still, it didn’t sit right with him, withholding such an important part of his past from her - even if it was to keep the both of them safe. He still felt like he was lying to her and that set his teeth on edge. He didn’t want to lie to Hera, not about his past but he couldn’t bring himself to tell her the truth. Not yet. 

He would tell her one day. Maybe on the day when the itch to move on started up, he would confirm her suspicions. But Kanan was starting to think that itch had finally been satisfied. He had been part of Hera’s crew for three months now, the longest he had ever stayed in one place, and not once had he thought about leaving. 

Kanan knew it had nothing to do with the work and everything to do with the Captain. 

Something heavy dropped onto his shoulder, pulling him from his thoughts and causing him to tense. He looked down to find Hera resting on him, her eyes closed in sleep. 

Kanan froze. 

It was no secret that he found Hera attractive, it was impossible not too. Her fiery spirit and cool demeanor pulled Kanan in like a planet circling a sun. She was beautiful, competent, daring, and kind. He had known from the very moment he had heard her voice that she was going to change his life.

It was also no secret that Hera wasn’t interested in a relationship and Kanan had enough sense to respect that, even if he could sense her desire in the way she looked at him sometimes. He knew there was something between them, a spark that had come to life back on Gorse. Hera just wasn’t ready for it yet. 

But Kanan was patient. He would wait. 

Hera was the type of person worth waiting for. 

For now, he would be content as her crew, her friend. And if he was wrong, if she really didn’t want to be with him, well, he would be content with that too. Because alife with Hera Syndulla was far better than one without her. 

-

Hera woke slowly, her head resting on something warm and soft. She rubbed her cheek against it, breathing in the scent of spine trees and engine grease. It was a comforting smell, one that seemed to linger on the Ghost whenever Kanan was around. Hera’s toes curled in her boots, still drifting in the loose clutch of sleep. There was a weight on the top of her head, heavy but not so bothersome that she needed to remove it. If anything it only added to the warmth that was singing through her body. She could feel the gravity of sleep start to pull her under again when a snore broke through the quiet.

Hera’s eyes snapped open to a familiar green tunic filling her vision. The warm line of heat that was running up her side wasn’t her cot but Kanan’s body, the weight on the top of her head, Kanan’s cheek. Somehow, during their wait for her contact, she had fallen asleep. 

It was bad enough that she had fallen asleep on a job but she had fallen asleep on Kanan. 

Hera carefully extracted herself from his side, letting his head fall gently against the massive root that twisted behind them. She started pacing, her boots soundless on the mossy ground. She had fallen asleep on Kanan. 

Kanan was crew. Falling asleep on him like that crossed a professional boundary, something she swore she’d never do. She was the Captain and he was crew, nothing more, nothing less. They had rules, limits that needed to be respected, and falling asleep on each other broke all of them. 

But a treacherous part of her mind couldn’t get over how much she enjoyed it, how much she liked waking up at Kanan’s side.

“Get a hold of yourself, Syndulla.” she hissed softly as she continued to pace but she couldn’t get the smell of Kanan out of her mind. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to him, if she didn’t find him charming because he was. He was charming and reckless and handsome and so kriffing irritating but Hera liked him. She liked him more than she should and that made her stomach twist into knots. 

She didn’t have time for a relationship. She was building a rebellion, working towards a free galaxy, a relationship would only slow her down. It would complicate things, split her focus. Hera needed to keep her mind clear and set on the objective. She couldn’t let herself get distracted by a pretty face. 

But Kanan was more than just a pretty face. She had seen flashes on it back on Gorse, in little moments when he didn’t think anyone was watching, Kanan cared. As much as he liked to deny it, he saw the suffering in the galaxy and he cared about it. It lurked behind those strange teal eyes, the longing to help, to fix the wrongs that had been inflicted.

And he was kind. Considerate and gentle in the quiet moments between jobs - nothing like the smooth talking gunslinger she had met before. He still had his moments, but Hera was finding that she really didn’t mind those either because she knew the real him, deep down. Kanan was winning her over without even trying and it scared the hell out of her. 

Falling asleep on his shoulder certainly wasn’t helping the matter. 

Hera checked her comlink, disappointed to find she hadn’t missed any messages while she slept. She glanced up at the canopy of leaves and frowned. It would be dark soon, too dark for them to continue to wait. 

She trudged back over to Kanan and tapped him lightly on the cheek, pointedly ignoring how much younger he looked in sleep. Kanan stirred quickly, coming back to consinecenss in the span of a breath. His teal eyes swept the area, his hand falling to the empty space at his hip, not  reaching for his blaster but a weapon Hera suspected he used to wield. 

When he registered Hera standing before him, his shoulders relaxed and the panic fled from his eyes. 

“Hey.” he said in a rough, sleep warn voice that made Hera’s insides squirm pleasantly. 

“My contact is a no show.” she told him, taking a step back. “We should get moving.”

Kanan nodded before rubbing at his eyes. He jumped down from the tree root and stretched his arms above his head, his spine popping loudly. Hera’s eyes lingered on the strip of skin that was exposed as he stretched before quickly looking away, heat coloring her cheeks. She stomped forwards, towards the direction of the Ghost, longing for the privacy of her cabin. 

She heard Kanan jog to catch up with her. “Hey, you okay?” he asked, his tone soft and concerned. Hera kept her eyes trained forward and tried to ignore how her heart fluttered.

“I’m fine.” she replied shortly. 

“Sorry for fallin’ asleep.” he said, sounding sheepish. 

“It’s fine.”

There was a pause before Kanan said, “Then why do I get the feeling that it’s not fine?”

Hera stopped, her hands coming to rest on her hips, her head pointed towards the darkening sky. “I’m just frustrated.” she told him, closing her eyes. “With this job, with myself. That’s all.”

She felt Kanan’s touch on her shoulder and shivered at the contact, a shower of sparks cascading down her arm. “Don’t beat yourself up over this.” he said gently. “It’s not your fault your contact didn’t show.”

“I know.” Hera said quietly, swallowing past the emotion that was building in her throat. It wasn’t the job she was frustrated about. It was him and her feelings for him that was turning her inside out. But she couldn’t say that, not to Kanan. “It’s just…”

“Frustrating?”

Hera opened her eyes, looking in Kanan’s direction. There was a smile playing on his handsome face but there was also understanding. It made Hera’s knees weak. “Yeah,” she said. “It’s frustrating.”

Kanan’s head suddenly cocked to the side, his eyes going distant as if he had heard something far off. Hera strained her own ears, trying to listen but couldn’t hear anything over the sounds of the jungle. 

“We better get moving.” Kanan said, offering no other explanation. He gave Hera’s shoulder a gentle squeeze and took the lead, marching ahead of her back to the Ghost. 

When she fell asleep that night, safely back on her ship and surrounded by the comforting sounds of hyperspace, she let herself think back to that moment in the jungle. The warmth of Kanan’s body beside her own, the familiar and comforting smell of his skin, the sound of his heartbeat echoing in her ears. 

She thought about what it would be like to wake up next to him every morning, to fall asleep with his arms wrapped around her. 

She drifted off into sleep with a smile on her face, dreaming of a life where they could be together.

[keepingupwithpotters]

If you’re taking prompts

“You’re really warm.” and

“Come back to bed. Please” for jily pls??

I am laughing at for jily like I'm capable of writing for anything else. I promise you, even if it is about two unrelated characters, I'll find a way to make it about jily

Also finally put the drabbles on ao3 as promised so you can read this there as well

Fretting over Lily Evans was nothing new for James, but this time might’ve put him to his early grave after all.

He touches her forehead discreetly, trying not to disturb her sleep. She went in and out of her slumber all night, giving him a scare half the time with her nonsensical mumblings. He doesn’t recall when exactly he fell asleep too, not long ago according to the rising sun, but that’s how he finds himself next to her now.

Blinking his eyes woozily, he gives himself permission for a moment of bliss before jumping into action, pretending they are lying side by side not because she is burning like a furnace, but like he always wakes up next to Lily, this hair tickling his shoulder not unusual.

He can only guess what prompted her to call him last night. A bitter part of him thinks it’s because she knew he would come running, no questions asked. It’s hard to ignore that part when that was exactly what he did, probably before he even hung up the phone. There is, of course, always the chance that it was the side effect of her running fever. One should not underestimate it, he learned that firsthand all through the night.

The pretense falls apart when he feels Lily’s skin, panic rising inside him all over again. He has spent the whole night trying to make sure her temperature didn’t pass 40 degrees, hand ready over his phone for the minute it did. It feels like it has risen again, her cheeks flaming bright to prove his insight right.

“Aren’t you gonna kiss my forehead?”

She startles him, with the question or her half open eyes smiling dozily at him, he doesn’t know.

“Why would I take advantage of the ill, Evans?”

Her smile gets softer, fonder. “That’s how my mom used to take my temperature.”

He’s never been able to say no to that smile.

She closes her eyes with the kiss, looking content and peaceful, not at all like the bedridden patient she is supposed to be. He lingers one second longer than necessary.

He has forgotten the purpose of the act until she looks at him expectantly, waiting for his verdict.

“You’re really warm.”

She doesn’t care for his furrowed brows or less than satisfactory explanation when she snuggles into him, purring, “Thank you, so are you.”

“That was not a compliment, Evans.” He tries to hide the fact his breath hitches when she burrows her face in his neck. “That means I am doing something very, very wrong. Are you sure you don’t want me to call anybody else?”

Her hold on him tightens even further if possible. She sounds like a petulant child when she whines her refusal. He can imagine, and feel, her pout.

He tries to untangle himself from her, but she looks so offended by his actions that he feels the need to explain himself. “I need to wet these rags again, and you need to eat some breakfast so you can take your antipyretics.”

She opens her mouth to say something, another refusal going by her displeased expression, but he jumps from the bed before she can tempt her more.

He goes to the bathroom first, thinking maybe some cool water would do him good too. She is already asleep by the time he comes back, hand reaching out to where he once laid on the bed. He places the damp clothes on her forehead with a grin, letting it take over his face while she is not able to see it. The pills he found when he rummaged through her medicine cabinet are put on her nightstand, waiting for his arrival with some food.

Preparing some eggs and toast helps him gather himself a little more, the habitual routine putting his brain on autopilot. The morning feels like something out of James’ dreams with Lily cuddling him in the bed and him making her breakfast, he finds it necessary to remind himself the true nature of the situation as he fills a glass of water for her.

She is awake when he enters the room, following his motions silently as he puts the plate on her side too. He is just about to sit on the chair by her bedside when she stops him with a hand on his arm.

“I promise I’ll eat something in a minute. Can you just… come back to bed? Please?”

His will already weakened since he woke up, he finds that it crumbles completely when he hears her voice so weak, tone so pleading. He lays down on his previous place without saying anything, her head finding his shoulder immediately.

A small hand traces patterns on his chest, nails tickling the heart underneath with every swoop. They could probably live in that relaxed bubble forever if the question nagging inside him just hadn’t popped out unexpectedly.

“Why did you call me yesterday, Lily?”

The finger drawing flowers, stars, and initials never stops its movement. “Because I had a high fever, and I didn’t want to go to the ER.”

“No. I mean, why did you call me?”

He holds his breath in anticipation of her answer, and she stills momentarily too before shaking out of her stupor. “I wanted to be with you.” Her voice sounds so small. “I always want to be with you, you know that.”

There is relief ballooning inside him with her words, mixed with something he dares not name. He hums softly as a response, neither denying nor confirming her assumption.

“We can stay in bed for one more minute, then I’m gonna make you eat that breakfast, Evans.”

“Two, because you just took advantage of a sick person’s honesty and I deserve it.”

“Deal.”

He’ll let her pretend like he won’t do anything she asks for. They both know it’s a lie anyway.

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No Body, No Crime

Summary: Sheriff Bodecker just has a few questions about your husbands disappearance that he’d like to go over with you. 

Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, abuse of power, Lee is a sneaky devil, very brief (squint and you miss it) mention of an abusive household. 

Word Count: 2.7k

AN: No one asked for it, but I’ve finally written some Lee for y’all. Hope you enjoy! Also, a massive thank you to the awesome @lilithhellfire​ who beta’d this for me, I really appreciate it!

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When you heard the knock on your door you never thought it would be the devil coming to call. But there he stood in all his pudgy glory. Sheriff Lee Bodecker.

You had seen the Sheriff a fair bit in the last few weeks, ever since your husband Trey had skipped town but he had always been accompanied by some deputy or other, and he had never called so late at night. He must know something. 

Forgetting all formalities, you jumped right into the questioning. ‘So? What is it? What have you found?’ Your voice was panicked despite his call waking you up. 

‘You’re not even gonna invite me in darlin’?’ His deep drawl cut through you and you realised he was right. You probably didn’t want to have this conversation out on your front doorstep where any of your neighbours could overhear. You stepped back and opened the door wider. ‘Please come in Sheriff.’ 

‘Darlin, I think we’re past that point in our relationship. Just call me Lee.’ You supposed he was right, you had been spending a lot of time down at the department recently. Still, the way he mentioned your relationship and how he kept calling you darling sent a chill through you. You weren’t his darling. 

‘I don’t suppose I could get some coffee? Maybe even something sweet to eat too? I was up half the night last night and it looks like I’ll be up most of tonight too.’ His authoritative tone made it clear you didn’t really have a choice and so you left him in your little sitting room before flittering off to the kitchen. 

Your mind was a blur as you methodically went through the actions of lighting the stove and grinding the coffee beans. You let the coffee stew as you grabbed the tin of freshly made brownies. They had been meant for the church picnic tomorrow morning but you didn’t think letting Lee have one or two would make that much of a difference. 

You had a million questions and no answers. Why was the sheriff even here? What had he found? Or God forbid, had he found Trey? A shudder wrecked through you as you thought of the unthinkable only to be brought back by Lee’s hand on your shoulder.

‘You alright there darlin’? The coffee’s probably ready by now.’ You gulped and nodded jerkily as you stepped away from his lingering touch. 

‘Sugar and cream?’ Your voice was nowhere near as strong as you wanted it to be and you knew the sheriff had heard the difference. 

‘Plenty of both please.’ You doled out ample amounts into his cup and prepared your own as something to do, even though you already knew you couldn’t drink it. 

The couch groaned under Lee’s weight and he patted the seat next to him, calling you over. You teetered on the edge of the faded cushion and forced a smile as his arm rested along the back of the couch.

‘You know darlin’, there’s been somethin’ about this case that just hasn’t sat right with me ever since it first came across my desk.’

You took a minute to respond, unsure if he was baiting you or just thinking out loud. ‘Oh? What is it?’

‘Well you see, it’s a little hard to explain, but when you’ve been on the job as long as I have you start to notice things. Little things that by themselves don’t matter much but when you look at the big picture, well, it becomes a whole lot clearer.’ 

‘Little things? Like what?’ Your heart was pounding in your chest, your meager dinner of chicken fillet and veggies threatening to come back up.

‘You know, just the odd thing here and there. Like how in the week before your husband went missing you made sure to tell anyone who would listen you were workin’ that Saturday. Or how even though you were at the diner from lunch till close you didn’t take a break. Not once in ten hours were you anywhere where someone couldn’t see you. You wanted to make sure you had an airtight alibi so when your husband was finally reported missing, we wouldn’t pin it on you.’ 

You felt the blood rush down from your head and there was a lump in your throat. ‘Wh-what are you… I don’t understand.’ 

‘Oh no darlin’ I think you do. I know that you and I both know that we can look for weeks and weeks and we’ll never find Trey alive will we? How’d you do it huh? Bludgeon him in his sleep? Or did ya put somethin’ in his coffee?’

‘I didn’t…  I-I loved my husband. I didn’t do anything.’ You tried to stand from the couch but his arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you back down against his body. 

‘C’mon darlin’ we both know that’s horse shit but I am feeling awfully generous right now.’ Confusion swept over you. What was he saying?

‘Generous?’ 

‘Yeah, very generous. I won’t turn you in but… well it is gonna cost you. Generosity doesn’t come free.’ His other hand brushed your dressing gown away from your thigh before resting on the bare skin just above your knee. 

Realisation dawned on you and you tried to shove his hand away. You weren’t about to trade one monster for another. ‘I didn’t do anything and if you had even a morsel of proof I would’ve heard about it by now. In a town this small news travels fast.’ 

Lee let out a dark chuckle that sent a shiver through you. ‘Do you seriously think I need real proof? I can fake anythin’ I want and at the end of the day who’s gonna believe you, some little waitress over me, the man they elected Sheriff? You’re doomed either way darlin’ so why don’t you do yourself a favour and take off that dressing gown and let me see that body of yours before I lose my patience.’ 

You were all too well aware of the Sheriff’s darker side to go against his wishes. With a shaky breath you stood up, glad to not have his hands on you anymore, no matter how temporary their absence was. Your legs threatened to buckle as you fumbled with the knot. The heavy cotton finally fell away from your shoulders and into a pile on the floor. 

‘C’mere darlin’. Let me see you.’ You settled yourself in between the sheriff’s legs and his hands quickly grasped your hips, bunching the satin nighty. ‘Well, isn’t that a little unexpected treat.’ He paused to admire you, his cerulean blue eyes raking up and down your body before he spoke again. ‘Take it off.’ 

You shut your eyes and grasped the edge of the satin, pulling it over your head in one swoop. ‘Oh yeah. That’s much better.’ His hands grasped your tits, groping the flesh greedily. An image of your husband flashed through your mind and you cursed his name. Even in death he was still screwing you over. 

Lee’s hand dipping down to the apex of your thighs had your eyes snapping wide open. Regret of not wearing panties to bed filled you as his fingers did too. They explored your walls, scissoring this way and that. They teased your slick from your unwilling body and you shuddered, disgusted at the effect he had on you. 

His thumb found your clit and started rubbing smooth circles around the little bud. Your knees began to shake as the squelch of your juices filled the room. Your arms involuntarily reached out to grasp his shoulders as he continued to toy with you. A devilish smirk came over him and he wetted his lips before attaching them to one of your pert nipples. 

A gasp fell from your lips as he suckled on the tender flesh in time with his thick fingers. Before you even had time to recognise it for what it was your orgasm washed over you. Your body shook as pleasure made its way through your veins and you could only just feel Lee’s arm circle around your waist holding you up. 

When you recovered, you watched as Lee withdrew his hand from you and held it up so you could see it glistening. ‘Look at that darlin’. This pussy already knows who it belongs to now don’t it?’ You bit back a snarky response as he licked his fingers clean, his eyes remaining on yours the entire time. 

‘Now c’mere. I didn’t come all the way over here just to get you off.’ His hands dipped down to where his belt was partially hidden by his overflowing stomach. He fumbled with the belt before pulling his pants and underpants down a couple inches. Just enough for his cock to pop out. 

You tried not to stare but it was hard not to. He was easily bigger than Trey’s pathetic excuse of one had been, plus this one was flushed, with little drops of cream oozing from the tip. 

‘Well c’mon darlin’ don’t just stare at it. I’m sure you know what to do.’ His arms stretched out along the back of the couch calling you forward.

‘No. I- I can’t. You can’t make me do this. Please don’t.’ You tried taking a step back only to be stopped by Lee’s darkening glare. 

‘I can make you do whatever the fuck I want.’ Lee spat at you, his glare turning positively hostile. ‘I’m in a pretty good mood right now so I’ll give you five seconds to get that cunt over here before I’ll show you my bad side. Five… Four…’ You blinked back your tears as you approached him, straddling one leg on either side of his thick thighs. ‘That’s a smart choice you just made darlin’.’ 

You refused to look at him as you gripped his aching cock and lined it up with your entrance. With one small sigh of resignation you sunk down onto him. The stretch was worse than you had thought and you could already tell you were going to be sore tomorrow. ‘Fuck, darlin’. God… this cunt… fuck me.’ Lee was already breathless as you began to ride him. His arms fell to your hips, pulling you in even closer. His soft belly rubbed against you with every lift of your hips and his shirt buttons which seemed to be clinging on for dear life scratched along your chest.

You weren’t afraid to let your fingernails dig into his shoulders. A sadistic part of you wanted to draw his blood as though that made up for what he was forcing you to do. You gritted your teeth as his lips found your nipples once more, leaving a scatter of love bites on your skin as he went. 

You tried to hold in your moans of pleasure as he brushed against your g-spot but a stuttering of your hips gave you away. ‘Oh you like that? Right there?’ Lee’s hips flexed up to meet yours, hitting his mark. 

You made sure to look into his eyes as you responded, ignoring the pleasure he was causing. ‘I don’t like any of this.’ Lee’s eyes narrowed at you and his jaw clenched. His hand briefly left your hip and you felt the rush of air before it landed on your ass with a smack. His other came up to clutch your chin roughly. 

‘Don’t you lie to me darlin’. I know you like this. I know you do. And do ya wanna know how I know?’ His hand squeezed its way between your bodies, coming to your clit. ‘I know because this little cunt is squeezing me so fuckin’ tight. It’s tryin to milk me dry because that’s what all you women want. You just want a man’s cum in ya. You just want to be owned. And don’t bother trying to deny it because your body can’t lie to me.’ He gave your jaw one last squeeze before settling his hand back on your hip and rocked your body against his. 

As much as his words had disgusted you, they had also turned you on and you could feel yourself getting impossibly close to the edge. Lee’s hand clawed at the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a dominating kiss. His tongue easily forced its way between your lips and he demonstrated his ownership over your body as you kissed him back. His kiss was harsh and needy, all teeth and tongue. You could barely breathe as you felt your toes curl. Your subsequent moans were swallowed by Lee and he planted his feet firmly to help thrust up into you. 

‘God, that pussy is just squeezing me dry. Fuck, I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum.’ His voice was husky as his lips found their way to your shoulder. You could feel him swell inside you, his body tensing against yours. 

You didn’t have time to tell him to pull out before he was yanking you as far down his shaft that he could. You could feel spurt after spurt of his warm seed fill your cunt as he let out a sinful moan. His lips found yours once more as his hips rocked slowly against yours, making sure you got every drop he had to give. 

When his hands at last disappeared from your body you opened your eyes. You were startled by how flushed he looked, his cheeks well passed being called ‘rosy’ and his breath was heavily laboured. He had a lazy smirk as he openly objectified your body, his arms once again resting along the back of the couch. His pink tongue swiping across his plump lips pulled you from your observation and you hastily stood up. 

You wanted this man out of your house now.

You had satisfied him and done what he had wanted. Surely he would leave you alone now. You dressed on shaking legs and made sure to tie your robe extra tight. Even though he had already seen you naked, you didn’t want him seeing anything ever again. 

You stood as far away from him as possible as he pulled his pants back up and popped his sheriff hat back on. His hand strayed to the tin of brownies you had pulled out earlier as he crossed the coffee table towards you and the door. You watched as he popped the entire thing into his mouth and a little groan came from his throat. 

‘Well, these are quite the treat aren’t they?’ You hated the smirk he sent your way but you nodded just the same. 

‘It’s a family recipe.’ 

‘I’m sure you’re excellent in the kitchen, though, I doubt you’re as good as you are in the sack.’ Your jaw clenched tightly and you ignored his last comment. 

‘My mother taught me a lot.’ Lee nodded as though in deep understanding and you opened the door, eager for him to leave your house forever. He stepped out onto your stoop and turned back to face you. 

‘Well, I sure do look forward to seeing everything else she taught you.’

‘What- What do you mean?’ Dread turned your blood to ice in your veins.

‘You didn’t think that this was a one time thing did ya? You committed first degree murder darlin’. You’re gonna have to pay up a lot more to get out of a charge like that.’

‘But- But you said it was the once.’

‘I said no such thing. It’s not my fault you didn’t ask for the terms. If you wanna remain a free woman, you’re gonna do what I say and continue letting me pay you night time visits ya hear? I’d hate for any damning evidence to come to light…’ Lee let his sentence hang in the air and you very nearly considered telling him he could go fuck off, but then you remembered the reason you were in this mess in the first place. Prison was only marginally better than an abusive household for the little bundle of cells inside you to grow. 

‘See ya soon darlin’.’ Lee racked his eyes down your body one last time before tipping his hat to you. You stood in the doorway, watching as he climbed into the cruiser and drove off down your street. 

You could do nothing but pray you hadn’t just traded one monster for an even worse one.

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Lout - Naoya Zenin

Y’all ever seen that movie bad teacher with cameron diaz that would be me as a teacher lol also Naoya is a third year 18+ all that good jazz fun fact I’m actually allergic to minors so yeah even mentioning them breaks me out into hives, it’s disgusting they’re disgusting, would not recommend. 0/10 stars on google review and yelp also femme reader 3.3k words

Content warnings: noncon + dubcon, age gap(reader is obvi gonna be older than naoya lol), teacher x student shit, degradation, choking, noncon video taking, biting, spanking, not a mindbreak necessarily but there’s hints of that here

There was a problem child in your senior class and you weren’t even the main teacher. Stuck as a teaching aid until you could get full certification, it wasn’t even you that really had to bear the brunt of this student's bad behavior should the principal ask. Yet somehow, it was your duty to get him into line before he graduated in a few months.

Naoya Zenin couldn’t even pretend to care about his highschool reputation. All he focused on was being top of the class and making sure everyone knew who exactly was in charge. At an elite private school where his family had been generous donors for generations, Naoya’s behavior was almost expected.

Until he nearly put another student in the hospital after a fight. That was the final straw for disgruntled parents and students alike, causing a massive uproar and demanding action. And of course that call to action fell on your shoulders.

“Seriously? They stuck me with a fucking aide?” Throwing open the door to the office space assigned to you in the meeting, Naoya glared at you. It wasn’t that he particularly disliked you or anything, but he felt slighted that the school didn’t send a real teacher to talk to him.

“Have a seat, Naoya.” Standing up from the desk, you motioned to the lone armchair in the room. Walking in and slamming the door behind him, Naoya rolled his eyes as he flopped into the chair.

“Let’s make this quick, I’ve got a dive team meeting soon.” Looking out at the courtyard below, Naoya squinted against the harsh afternoon sun coming in through the windows. He wasn’t concerned with this meeting at all, wanting it to be over so he can go and impress some Olympic team scouts.

Clearing your throat awkwardly, you rustled the papers on your desk. There were pages of notes on what you were supposed to say, how you were supposed to say it and a few forms Naoya had to sign as well, stating that he’d be on his best behavior until graduation.

“Naoya, you know why you’re here.” You started, unable to meet his pointed gaze as it flicked over to you. “You’re behavior has gotten out of hand and-”

“So what?” Letting his head loll back, Naoya shrugged.

“And you need to be held accountable for your actions.” You pushed through the interruption, feeling your cheeks heat up in indignation.

“Yeah? My family’s had the dean in their pocket since this school was founded, I doubt there’s much I need to be accountable for.”

“You can’t throw money at everything, you know?”

“Why do you think I take judo?”

“Naoya, please.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you mimicked him for a moment and leaned your head back. “We’re supposed to be having this meeting to reform your behavior. You did a really bad thing, you nearly killed that other student.”

“Reform? The board sent you to reform me? That’s a fucking laugh if I’ve ever heard one.” Letting out a boisterous laugh, Naoya slapped his knee. “How are you going to change me when you can’t even look me in the eye?”

“T-that’s not important.” Embarrassed, you forced yourself to make brief eye contact with him before shuffling your papers around again. “Look, can you just let me say what’s on these papers? Then you can sign them and be on your way.”

“I don’t think I will.” Crossing his arms, Naoya had the nerve to stretch his legs out and prop his feet up on the desk.

“Naoya-”

“I still think it’s hilarious that you’re here of all people. I mean, just look at you!” Gesturing vaguely to your form, Naoya laughed again. “Not even a real fucking teacher yet. Why don’t you go back to the little corner office you have and let the grown ups handle the big stuff?”

“I’m older than you!” This was bad. He was trying to rile you up and it was working. The control you already didn’t have on the situation was getting worse by the minute and both you and Naoya knew that the power balance between you was heavily skewed in his favor.

“Really? I couldn’t tell, you’ve got about as much gusto as an infant.” Giving you a once over, he sneered. “The only thing going for you is your looks and honestly, they could use a little work.”

“Hey!” Now your face was really on fire. Chuckling at your reaction, Naoya sat up a little straighter.

“Don’t get so upset, I know a pair of twins that would be more than willing to help you improve.”

“Can we just focus on the reason we’re here?” You wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. The chances of saving this meeting - and your dignity - were slim to none, but you still had to try.

“Right, right, this nonsense about ‘reforming me’.” Using heavy air quotes, Naoya dragged his feet off the desk and let them land on the ground with a loud thud. Taking another look out the windows, he started to undo the tie around his neck.

“Yes. Now, you’re going to sit there and just listen, okay? It’ll only take a few minutes, then you can go on about your day.” You were foolish to believe that you could possibly do anything to Naoya, let alone change his mind on something like this. All the high hopes you’d scrounged together before this meeting were utterly crushed when Naoya stood up.

“No, you listen.” In one fell swoop, Naoya pushed all the papers off the desk, waiting as they all fell to the ground and drinking in your shocked expression. “It’s almost insulting that you think you have any control over this situation, let alone me.”

“Sit back down, Naoya.” Your voice shook terribly as he rounded the desk. You weren’t able to push your chair away fast enough, and he was able to grab onto the back and spin you to face him.

“But teacher, I don’t want to.” He mocked, wasting no time in grabbing you by the throat and forcing you to stand. Clawing at his hand was no use, Naoya’s strength greatly outmatched yours and in just a few moments he was able to manhandle your arms behind your back and use his tie to bind your wrists together.

“Let me go, Naoya!” Thrashing against the desk you were now leaning on for support, a sense of dread filled you. Even if you managed to undo the tie, there was still the issue of actually getting out of the room and away from Naoya, and if his ease in handling you told you anything it was that that task would be impossible.

“Ya know, (Y/N)- can I call you (Y/N)?” He had a stupid grin on his face, pushing you to lean more on the desk as he stood in front of you. “You’ve talked a lot about reform and changing my behavior, but the only one I see here in need of an attitude adjustment is you.”

“Naoya!” Horror ripped through you as he yanked your top open, popping the buttons on your blouse and letting out a whistle at seeing your bra.

“(Y/N), I think you’re violating dress code right now.” Clicking his tongue, Naoya pulled your bra down as far as it would go. “I’ll have to give you a demerit.” Keeping one hand on your throat, Naoya pinched and twisted your nipple between his fingers.

You wouldn’t know it, but Naoya’s heart was beating wildly in his chest. The rush of power he usually got from presiding and dominating the other students was nothing compared to the power he felt now. This wasn’t even something he dreamed about doing, but you’d just given him the golden opportunity to really test his power at this school.

Lurching forward, Naoya sunk his teeth right below your jawline, somewhere he knew you’d have a hard time covering up the mark. The pained squeal you let out went straight to his head and right between his legs, making him bite you in another place and suck harshly on the skin.

Rutting his hips against your thigh, Naoya groaned as he trailed his mouth down your neck, leaving deep teeth marks that he knew would sting when you were alone at night later. Putting one of your nipples in his mouth, Naoya rolled it between his teeth and let drool drip out of his mouth and down your skin.

“Stop it, Naoya! Let me go!” There were strained tears in your eyes that refused to be blinked away. A flurry of slurred protests left your lips as his hand tightened on your neck, enough to have you gasping for air.

“Not until I teach you a little lesson.” He growled, leveling you with a single look. Keeping his grip firm until your eyes rolled back in your head, Naoya let go when he was sure you wouldn’t try to speak again.

Coughing and spluttering, there was little you could do with your fuzzy brain to stop Naoya from turning you around and bending you over the desk. Your face pressed into the hard surface and the wood dug into your face and hips as they were pushed forward.

Grabbing onto your bottoms, Naoya pulled them down until they were at your ankles, unceremoniously ripping off your panties and no doubt shoving them into his pocket. Your heated skin was exposed to the air of the room, making goosebumps pebble on your flesh.

“Ow!” The first slap to your ass was hard and unforgiving, making the tears in your eyes finally fall. “S-stop!” You tried to move your body away from the impending pain but it was no use, Naoya hit your other cheek almost as soon as you started to move.

“What’s wrong, teacher? Never had a bit of corporal punishment?” Laughing haughtily, Naoya grabbed your stinging skin in his hand.

“Ow, ow- N-naoya please, let me go!”

“Not a chance!” Slapping both cheeks in tandem, Naoya could feel the adrenaline going through him. There was no limit to what he could do in this moment, he could walk away and leave you like this, stranded for someone to find. Or, and he liked this option more, he could keep going, and save a few keepsakes for himself.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, Naoya opened the camera with no hesitation. Taking a video of your heaving body, groping your ass and hips, spreading your cheeks apart to reveal your asshole, Naoya tried to keep the groan coming forward low.

“W-what’re you doing?” You could just barely see him out of the corner of your eye, and your blood ran cold upon realizing what he was doing.

“Say hi.” Shoving the camera in your face, Naoya grabbed your chin to keep you from turning away. “Smile for the camera, (Y/N), don’t cry!”

“No, no, no…” Your career is over. Your life is over. Everything you’d worked so hard for, your education, this job - it was going to be taken away if Naoya decided to share the video. You’d be blacklisted from ever working in a school again and you would definitely face legal trouble for being in this situation with a student.

Leaving you for a moment, Naoya propped his phone up on the windowsill, making sure the camera was capturing the both of you as he went back over. Giving a cheeky little wave to the camera, Naoya turned his attention back to you.

Pushing a hand between your legs, Naoya chuckled darkly at the slick that met the tips of his fingers. It was a miniscule amount, but enough that he could mock you over it. Dragging his fingers through your folds, he presented the fingers to you.

“Who knew Ms. (Y/N) was such a fucking slut?” Rubbing his fingers together, Naoya held his hand up to the camera. “Ms. (Y/N) likes it when I’m rough with her.”

“No...no I don’t.” Sniffling pathetically, you shook your head as best you could.

“Don’t lie, the proof is right here.” Wiping his fingers across your cheek, he made a show of pushing your legs further apart and putting his hand back on your cunt. Pinching your clit, Naoya bit his lip as you let out a high pitch whine.

He knew he’d meet too much resistance if he tried to shove his cock in straight away, so Naoya took it upon himself to prep you a bit. Rubbing your clit in tight circles, he leered over you and watched as you struggled to keep whimpers at bay.

“Don’t be shy, let the camera know how much you like this. We already know how much of a slut you are.”

“I don’t- I don’t like this.”

“Hm? Then why are you getting wet?”

“T-thats-” He had you beat there, the glide of his fingers was getting easier and a distinct wet sound was starting to take shape.

“No need to be shy, teacher. You can tell me you’re just a dumb fucking slut.” Pressing his lips against your ear, Naoya looked at the camera. “I know you see the camera, say it nice and loud for me.”

“No.” Shaking your head, a sharp cry ripped through you as Naoya hit your thigh. From the force of his slap you knew there’d be a hand printed welt on your leg.

“Say it.”

“I-I’m a- a dumb fucking slut!” You sobbed and the strength nearly left your legs entirely. If not for Naoya holding you up you would have tumbled to the floor in shame.

“Now was that so hard?” Standing up straight, Naoya was done stalling. Pushing a finger inside you, he deemed you ready enough to take him and undid the belt on his pants, letting them fall to his ankles.

Taking a second to himself, Naoya ground his clothed cock against your body. This opportunity was something to cherish and he was going to savor every moment of it. Taking a deep breath as pleasure made his spine ripple, Naoya pushed down his underwear and grabbed his cock.

“Teacher, I have a bit of a problem, won’t you fix it?” Naoya teased, rubbing his cock along your slit.

“Wait Naoya, you need protection.”

“Shut up. You’d be lucky to bear a child with Zenin blood, so count this as a gift from me to you.” Putting the tip in, Naoya let his head fall back and gaze down his nose at where your cunt was already sucking him in.

Ignoring your protests, Naoya pushed his cock in all the way, quickly bottoming out and nestling his hips snugly against yours. Planting his hands on the desk to steady himself, he had to take a few deep breaths before beginning to move again.

Putting a hand on the back of your neck to keep you from moving too much, Naoya pulled his hips back, looking at the way his cock glistened with your slick. Breathing hard through his nose, he pushed back in and started a steady rhythm.

“Shit, you’re so tight.” He grunted behind clenched teeth, the hold on your neck getting tighter as he focused on moving his body and not cumming too soon. The clap of his hips against your ass was music to his ears, a sound Naoya was sure not to forget any time soon.

The shame of being fucked by a student was heavy enough on your mind but the shame knowing you were starting to enjoy it was even worse. Keeping your eyes tightly closed, there was little you could do as Naoya pounded into you, the full length of his cock hitting places inside you that hadn’t ever been touched before by previous partners.

“Fuck!” The shout that came out of you was unrestrained, you couldn’t contain yourself as Naoya put his fingers back on your clit. Humiliation covered you like a thick blanket, almost choking you as much as Naoya was.

“I knew you’d come around, (Y/N). No one can resist a Zenin.” Smirking at your scrunched up face, Naoya wrapped his hand fully around your throat and pulled you up until your back was nearly flush with him.

The new angle had a loud moan coming from you and Naoya was close to cumming as well, he could feel his toes start to curl and tingle. His mind was starting to get foggy, and the hold he had was starting to slip from the sweat building up between you.

“Make sure not to waste what I give you, okay? It’s special.”

“You have to pull out, Naoya. You have to!” You couldn’t get pregnant by a student, especially one as high profile as him. Humming against your ear, Naoya shook his head.

“No, I don’t think I will. This is the last part of your attitude adjustment, I need to make sure you remember it.”

“N-naoya- pull out-” You stuttered as your orgasm washed over you, making your back arch and angling your ass perfectly for Naoya to cum as well. Making sure his cock was as deep as possible, Naoya let you fall back onto the desk as he rutted into you.

Biting you on the shoulder one last time, Naoya stayed inside you until his breathing went back to normal and his cock went soft. He had sweat clinging to his body and his uniform was wrinkled beyond belief when he stood up.

Fixing his clothes, Naoya undid the tie around your wrists and watched your arms limply fall to the side. There was no doubt you were sore, he’d given you enough marks to last a week. Smoothing a hand over your still stinging thigh, Naoya stepped away from you and laughed as you fell to the floor.

“Ya know, maybe this meeting was beneficial after all. Wouldn’t you say, teach?” Toeing at your spent body curled up on the floor, Naoya drank you in one last time before going to his phone and ending the video.

Gathering his things and answering a few texts, Naoya grinned as you hobbled to your feet. You avoided looking at him, opting instead to try salvage your own clothes and make sense of the world again. The sun was still shining brightly in the sky and if you held your breath you could hear the distant sound of students on a baseball field.

“Well, I’ll be going now.” Naoya threw open the door, startling you.

“Wait.” Reaching out to him, your eyes went straight to the phone in his hands. “That video-”

“Don’t worry, I won’t show it to anyone, I promise!” Crossing his fingers for dramatic effect, Naoya tucked it away into his back pocket. “Stay out of my way for the rest of the school year, and I’ll delete it when I graduate.”

You couldn’t trust his words and you both knew it. There was no way Naoya would let this be a one time thing, now that he’s gotten a taste for it. He would only continue to take what he wanted from you, making your life hell until he left the school - he wouldn’t let you leave before him.

“Fine.” But it was all you had to go on, so you nodded your head and accepted your fate.

“Fine.” Nodding curtly, Naoya stepped out into the hall with a wide smirk on his face. “See you in class later, Ms. (Y/N).”

[drazzilder]

A Hellish Encounter

By Drazzilder

Chapter 12: Love

This chapter is rated 18+/NSFW

Depictions of M/M sex, oral sex, and anal sex

You couldn’t get home soon enough as the two of you could barely keep your hands off each other. Enji even ran 3 red lights in order to get home faster. The sun just set as you pull up in the driveway. Enji was so excited/nervous that he struggled get to key in the lock. Once the door closed, you were all over one another. He slammed you against a wall as he pressed his whole body on you. The cologne he is wearing is driving you insane as it mixes with his natural sent. You were getting weak at the knees from the onslaught of his body and lips. Before, you always took things slow, but now you are practically eating each other as your lips collide. Not an inch of space was between the both of you as you continue kissing. Your one hand grabs his lower back as the other runs through his hair. He has a forceful grip around your chest as you kiss for what feels like forever.

After some time, you break the kiss and look him right on the eyes, those turquoise eyes of his making your heart flutter. In the heat the moment you say: “I love you, Enji.” The words you spoke broke his concentration on you.

“That was out of nowhere.”

“Well, I mean it, I don’t think I have ever fallen in love with someone like this before. I mean with Adam, I did like him, and loved him as a friend but I see you and I growing old together, sharing laughs and sorrows. I know it’s all of a sudden but I really do love you. I’m sorry if it’s too soon for you.”

“Well, I don’t know if I am ready to say it yet but I’m glad you said it.”

“I hope I didn’t ruin the mood but I felt like I had to say something.”

“You didn’t ruin anything….” he says as he begins kissing you again, this time taking it slower. Each kiss on your face deliberate and gentle. You can’t help but moan as he is driving you wild, bucking and writhing in his arms as your body wants more.  He starts to lead to towards the bedroom as you are entangled with one another. After managing to find the door, he slams it open and you quickly find yourself on the bed. Looking up, the big man himself starts stripping at the end of the bed as you watch with baited breath. He takes his time, letting you savor the moment. The shirt is the first thing to come off, button by button, revealing that magnificent upper body of his. The pants come down next, as he turns around so you get the full view. You have to stop yourself from grabbing that delicious ass of his. You have seen him in his underwear practically every night but things are a little bit different now. There is a nice outline forming on his boxer briefs. He winks at you as he slowly lowers his underwear with both thumbs in the waistband. That’s when you see what you have been waiting for. Everything about Enji was big, but my god, that cock of his was something else: close to 9 inches long and 2 inches wide. You hold your breath as you gaze upon Enji’s full body.

“You like what you see, boy?”

“Oh, yes. I’m ready.”

“You’re what?”

“God Enji, fuck me already.”

“Good, but your clothes are in the way. Take them off.” he growls

You strip down as quickly as you can, not wanting to slow the momentum. It’s difficult to get your pants off with your ragging erection but you manage. When you get to your underwear, you’re at the bed of the bed when end Enji stops you.

“Before we go any further, I want you to know I never want to hurt you. If anything gets too much, I want you to stop me. The safe word is ‘butternut’. You feel even the littlest bit uncomfortable, stop me. Ok?”

“I don’t think I will need it but it makes me feel safe, thank you.”

“Good, now get ready!”

He grabs the waistband of your underwear and rips them off of you in one swift motion. He smiles at what he sees. You’re not as big as him, but 6 inches is nothing to scoff at. Your both start embracing each other again, but this time you start grinding against this thigh, aching for relief. He notices this and pushes you down on the bed.

“I see someone is eager, how about I help you out a bit.”

He grabs your dick with one hand and begins pumping up and down slowly. You’re not small yourself but his massive hand practically covers the whole thing. You eventually start moving your hips in motion with his hand you’re getting close. He releases and you’re staring at him again.

“Don’t get too eager, we are just getting started.”

He flips you over and moves over to the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube. He gently squeezes a generous amount in his left hand and begins to warm is up with his quirk. With a smirk, he begins making circles around your rim, toying with you. Even though you have mentally prepared yourself, your body still tenses up when he starts to enter you with his index finger.

“For someone who has sex before, you’re awfully tight. It’s going to take at least 3 fingers to make sure your loose enough.”

“It’s been over 4 years since I got any, and you know an awful amount about anal sex for being a first timer.”

“Well, I do my research.” He says as he shifts his hand.

“Mmhmm……oh……ENJI!”

While you two were talking, he has been busy trying to find your buttons. Poking and prodding until he found the spots to drive you wild. Judging by the moans coming from you, he was having no trouble finding them. He then quickly takes his finger out only to be replaced by 2. This time he is taking it slower as you start shaking just enough for him to notice. He leans forward and gives your shoulder a few hot kisses. “Relax, I’ve got you.” He says as he pulls you up on all fours, his hot breath tickling your neck. The shaking subsides long enough for Enji to get his third finger. This time you breathing almost stops but he continues to kiss your back and run his hand through your hair, making sure you’re ok. After a few minutes, he pulls his hand away from your backside and you instinctively back up toward him, wanting more.

“Glad to see your eager again. Get ready.”

His voice almost sounding like a rumble as he puts lube on his shaft. He uses both hands to spread your backside wide. Then he uses hand for bracing, one hand for aiming as he puts his tip at your back door. You stop breathing in anticipation and you know Enji has the biggest grin on his face right now. Slowly, he starts to push himself into you and you moan before not breathing again. He steadies himself to wait for you to relax. This action goes for a few minutes, pushing forward and waiting for you to adjust to his size, always making sure you are ok. The entire time he uses his quirk to massage your backside with his hands, keeping you grounded. Finally, when he is fully in, he leans forwards to give you a kiss on the back of your neck. The action moving him inside of you just the right way to rub against your prostate.

“OH MY GOD!” You scream, but you use all of your will power to hold it in.

“It looks like I found a good spot, are you ok?”

“I….I’ll be fine, just don’t move too much.” You say with heavy breathing. He stays on top of you for a minute or so then slow gets back up. He starts to slowly pull out then he quickly pushes himself back in. You raise your head back in ecstasy as he keeps thrusting in and out. The initial pain starts to turn to pleasure as your moans grow louder with each thrust. His skin starts to warm up as he starts to move faster and faster. The room is filled with the sounds of grunts, moans and skin slapping against each other. Steam starts coming off of his skin as he loses control. You try to match his pace but you’re starting to lose feeling in your legs again. He switches to both hands around your waste to support you.

“Little flame, in or out?”

“In!” you manage to say between your moans.

Not a second later Enji releases inside of you. It’s hot and you feel it filling your insides with every pump of his cock. It continues for what feels like forever but then starts to slow down till nothing is left. That’s when he falls on top of you. You can’t hold his motionless body up and you both land on the bed.

“Enji, you’re crushing me….”

“Sorry, I got so selfish. I didn’t hear you finish.”

“It’s ok.” you say still panting.

“I won’t be happy till you do, now turn over.”

“You’re going to have to do it for me, I lost feeling in in my legs.”

“What?! Are you ok? Why didn’t you say to stop?”

“I’m fine, it was just too good and you know I get weak at the knees when your around me.”

“That’s good to hear.” He says as he rolls you over, positioning your legs so he can see your dick more clearly. With one fell swoop, he takes your whole shaft into his mouth and begins sucking. You’re just long enough to feel the back of his throat as he uses his tongue to great success. His mouth was so hot that it almost feels like you’re on fire but it eventually turns to pleasure. You would have thought he has given head before but you don’t dare ask, you just want him to keep going. He then starts to move his head up and down as uses his lips to create more suction. Every once and a while he lifts fully off with a ‘pop’ sound as he releases your tip. He quickly then goes back all the way down. It doesn’t take long till your feeling hot inside and your about ready to burst.

“Enji, I….I can’t hold it…..” you say through gritted teeth.

All he can do is grunt with your member in his mouth but you understood. You release everything into Enji’s throat as he quickly swallows everything. Once you’re done, he lifts up and crawls on the bed next to you. He wraps those big arms of his around you and kisses your face.

“How is my little flame?”

“That…. that was amazing.”

“I know” he says with a boasting smile “it was great for me too.”

“Uh, Enji, we might have a problem.”

“Hmm?” He tilts his head.

“You finished in me first and I have been on my backside….”

He raises an eyebrow in confusion until he realizes what happened. “Let’s clean up, and I’ll change the sheets.”

He draws a bath and comes back to carry you into the bathroom. Your legs are still numb from everything but you don’t care, you love it when he is carrying you. He manages to get you both in the large tub, him against the back of the tub with you in front of him. He slowly starts to scrub your skin, as if he could hurt you: so gentle and kind with his motions. You two soak in the warm water as you bask in each other’s presence. You rest your head on his chest as he rubs your head. You sit in the bath for a while as you two relax.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes Enji.”

“I think am now ready to say it.”

“Hmm?” You respond now are looking at him.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“Really? Why now?”

“I have never felt this way about anyone and I keep going back to how you described love, then I keep going back to thinking about you. You are the only person who has ever wanted to know who I am and to help me as a person. I never would have thought I could have had this feeling of love before. I always thought I was full of hate and anger.”

“I’m glad you finally said it and I know you’re full of so much love and happiness, we just need to find it, together. Oh, and Enji.”

“Yes?”

“I love you too.”

You two kiss a few times before it is time to get ready for bed. Enji quickly changes the sheets as you sit on a chair in the room. He places you in bed and quickly gets under the covers. Even though you’re both still naked at this point, Enji is producing enough heat to keep you both warm.

“You know I’m so glad I helped at the crossing incident.”

“You should be, you saved everyone.”

“Plus, I meet you.” You say giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh, yea.” As he blushes.

Next Chapter

[themoonmunchkin]

Don't look!

Pairing : Bakugo katsuki x gn!reader, Midoriya Izuku x gn!reader, Todoroki Shoto x gn!reader.

Genre : fluff

Warnings : insecure reader, cussing, savage deku?, kinda angsty but overall super fluffy ^3^

Synopsis : you're insecure about your side profile but they're having none of it.

Not gonna lie, he probably wouldn't even have known that this was an insecurity that people had.

So when you first start dating he wouldn't think much of it when you cover your nose while laughing or when you contour your jawline extra hard.

Until one day you start letting your thoughts get to you again, you think about how everyone around you have such a beautiful side profile.

You start wondering why Katsuki even bothers to be with someone as "ugly" as yourself, I mean has he seen his face.

But anyways you start distancing yourself from the world again, start hiding your face with your hair, have mental break downs in the night, refuse to take pictures and completely shut him out while thinking you're being subtle.

But no, no, no- my mans noticed...and he's currently having a full blown panic attack on the inside.

He's really worried at this point and starts thinking about what he's done wrong, he tries to talk to you but you're always making excuses and running away from him.

Now, he's had enough and so he quite literally barges into your dorm room and demands an explanation as he keeps shouting at you until....

.....he takes in your tear stained face with fresh tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

You were seated on the floor with a hand mirror clutched to your chest, the same one that you use to point out all your insecurities in, your phone is on the ground next to you with a picture of a model, her perfect side profile on display...the same one that you always compare yourself to.

Cue in a confused, angry and sad boom boom boy 😔.

Who the fuck had the audacity to make his baby cry hmm 🤬.

But then his anger vanishes just as it comes and before you knew it, he's shut the door behind him, quickly walks upto you, swoops you into his arms and cradles you in his lap.

"Ssshhh....its ok baby, I'm right here". Bakugo softly coos in your ear while running his fingers through your hair and letting his other hand rub your back. "Talk to me honey, what's wrong?"

You pull back a little and look up at him into his pain filled eyes that still hold so much love for you and that's when you tell him everything.

You tell him about how you've always hated your nose, how you've always wished you'd had a more chiseled jawline, how you've been bullied about your side profile by your peers and how you've never felt good enough.

He still doesn't get it because you're genuinely the most stunning person he's ever laid his eyes on, but understands how this is something that seriously bothers you and so he's gonna do everything in his powers to yeet those insecurities out.

Now Bakugo isn't one to lie or sugarcoat something, but he's also not someone who'll let you sit and hurt yourself like that.

He takes a deep breath, cups your cheeks in his hands and looks at you with the most earnest look on his face.

"Listen here baby, you're right maybe you don't have the most chiseled jawline or the sharpest nose out there-"

You winced at that a little but he was quick to speak again.

"I'm not done yet-" he closes his eyes and thinks for a second, words have never been his thing as he's someone who prefers actions instead but right now you needed more than just a kiss or a hug, you needed security and reassurance, so he takes in another deep breath and opens his eyes to look at you again.

"-just because you don't have those doesn't mean you're any less beautiful." He said with a smile as you curiously looked at him. You looked so damn cute to him all he wanted to do was pounce on you right then and there, but he held himself back for your sake and the next things he said made you fall in love with him even more.

"What you have suits your gorgeous fucking face, you don't have to change for any stupid extra and no one's opinion, not even yours is going to make me view you any differently or make me love you any less." He leaned in and gave you a chaste kiss on your lips that pretty much took your breath away and then he pulled back with a cute blush on his face.

"So from now on only listen to me okay and no matter what-" he kisses you again and pulls back a second time "-I will make you look at yourself the way I and so many other people look at you".

Now he's had his fair share of insecurities and he's had a lot of people call him "plain looking" (which I still don't understand how when he's got some of the rarest and most beautiful features) even then those words about his looks have never really got to him.

But when it comes to you, he immediately knows something's up with all those self-deprecating jokes you apparently find to be funny.

Doesn't question you cause he doesn't want to scare you away, also because he trusts you to come to him if something is wrong.

But alas you and your stubborn ass refused to seek help from anyone and instead you chose to cope with yourself by putting yourself down in the form of those awful "jokes".

You've always tried to get yourself to stop this, but it soon became more than a coping mechanism, it was the only way you could hold yourself up without wanting breaking into peices.

That was dangerous.

But it's ok! It's still all fine and dandy until one day everything changes and you realise that all that self-deprecation didn't do shit.

Its Sunday today and you and your boyfriend Izuku have been walking around the shopping plaza for a while now.

The two of you were on a date, but you were also on a hunt for the new all might merch that your boyfriend has been fangirling about since forever. So far there was no luck on your end but y'all weren't about to give up just yet.

"OMG! I think I see it in there!" Izuku squeals cutely while pointing at what looks like a moderately big comic store that had an emo cyber punk looking aesthetic to it.

*Gasp*..."OMG! I think I see it too!! Let's go!!" and with that you grabbed his hand and were dragging your blushy stuttering mess of a boyfriend towards the store. It was adorable how easily he got flustered even after how the two of you were almost half a year into dating.

The two of you finally reached the store and stepped in, there it was the brand new neon tinted holographic Allmight figuring with working layers. Izuku's eyes sparkled as he ran towards it and immediately snatched it off the shelf.

"Yay we finally got it!" You cheered as you walked over to him and gave him a high five. The two of you had bright smiles on your faces as you talked about the figuring and walked towards the counter to pay for it.

You looked towards the counter where a young girl who looked about your age was working as a cashier, she had this bored expression on her face until she saw your boyfriend and it immediately changed into something you could only call as a flirty expression.

"Hey there handsome~ what can I help you with today~" she said in a sultry tone and gave him a wink. You and izuku were both puzzled at the fact that she not only just openly flirted with your boyfriend but also completely ignored your existence.

"U-um....er....we just need this figuring please". Izuku placed the box covered figuring on the counter and was about to pull his hands back when she quickly grabbed them and cupped them with her own hands.

"You sure, how about I give you my number and we ditch this place to go get coffee."

"Um -uh no thank you, I have a s/o!"

"Hmm...I don't see them."

"Well I'm right here and maybe you'd have seen me if you'd stop flirting with your customers and did your job properly." You said and at this point you were seething because even though she knew you were right there, she hadn't spared you a glance and pretend like you were completely invisible.

"Oh, so that's who you are....I was wondering why such an ugly person would be hanging out with someone like him-" she pauses and looks into Izuku's eyes with a bored expression "-you need to raise your standards, I mean have you looked at how hideous their nose is or how ugly their face is."

The two of you froze. Sure You've always made fun of yourself before but this was the exact reason why. You've always told yourself that if you'd make fun of yourself, you'd be desensitized to what others say to you but it's only now you realize that no amount of preparation would ever be enough to handle the real thing.

Shame. Humiliation. Pain. Fear.....This is what you felt at the momen-

"How. Dare. You." You turned towards Izuku and for the first time ever you were met with the most terrifying expression on his face. His eyes were dark and he looked...mad....like really really mad and you froze, the cashier looked like she was about to cry with the look he was giving her.

"I don't know who you think you are but you had no need to say whatever you just said and you are wrong because they have the most gorgeous facial features ever." at this he turned to you and softened his eyes a bit, he reached for your hand and gave you a gentle squeeze.

"I promise you sweetheart, you will always be the most beautiful person in my life and no one can tell you otherwise-" he looked at the slack jawed cashier with disgust and pointed towards her "-not stupid people like her-" he looked back into your eyes like you were the only two people in the store and pointed towards himself "-not me and lastly never will you ever tell yourself those kinds of words again even as a joke, got it."

Always openly staring at you in the most respectful way ✨.

Even before y'all started dating he would always stare at you in secret, but hey! it's not his fault you were so irresistibly attractive all the time.

Uhm...so moving on, he is observant as heck especially when it comes to you but unfortunately he's just as oblivious T_T.

He's always noticed how you'd get shy and walk away whenever he'd stare at you for too long and genuinely thinks it's adorable at how bashful you get.

But truthfully.....you're mortified, paranoid even at how much he stares at you.

I mean yeah it's adorable to see him so whipped for you but you're always wondering if he's secretly bashing your side profile in his head and the thought makes you wince ever single time.

But you always tell yourself to not let your insecurities define Shoto or effect your relationship and besides Shoto isn't a cruel person, he'd never think of you that way.....right...?

Oh God, he's doing it again, he's staring at you and this time it truly is terrible because he is seated right beside you. The two of you are seated wooden chairs, side by side in the U.A. library.

Your textbooks and notebooks are spread out on the table in front of you. You're in a more secluded part of the library opting to study in a more private area and boy oh boy did Shoto take advantage of that.

"Shoto, could you please stop staring at me like that". You held your textbook upto your face and looked the other way.

"But I want to look at you". Shoto pouted slightly and furrowed his brows at your actions, he reached for your wrists and tried to pull them down and to much to your inconvenience, he succeeded.

You see, while you still had a bunch of work left to do, Shoto had finished about 15 minutes ago. You told him to go back to the dorms but instead of listening to you, he denied your offer and has been staring at you with the most unreadable expression on his face.

"Why can't I admire the one that I love the most". He slightly tilted his head towards the side and flashed you the most genuine smile. Damn him for being so adorable but that's not enough for your insecurities to go away.

"Because I'm ugly". You finally said softly with your head hung low and tears threatening to fall. You wanted to shrivel up in a corner and fade away for sounding so vulnerable but at the same time it felt so good to let your thoughts out.

"You're....what..." His eyes were wide and his jaw was set a slack. Now this took him by surprise, he had expected a lot of things but never once had he expected....that. He gently grabbed your chin and tilted your face to meet his. "Love, you're the most beautiful person I've ever met, why would you ever say that."

"Because I'm not beautiful, everyone has such a gorgeous face especially from their side. I don't and you don't have to lie to me to make feel better about myself. I know I'm ugly and I'll always be that....just let me accept that and be Shoto." You said with your voice slightly raised and shaky from the lump in your throat.

Shoto's eyes darkened a little and his grip on you tightened a little but not enough to hurt you. To even think that someone as precious as yourself could ever have such awful thoughts about yourself- how long have you been silently suffering like this all by yourself.

He cupped your cheeks with his hands and met your eyes with the most determined look on his face. "Darling, I don't know who said that to you or even if that's an inside voice but, I will absolutely never let you accept yourself this way."

"Everything about you is perfect, from those gorgeous eyes that i always get lost in," he kisses your eyes.

"-to that perfect nose that helps you breath so you could live by my side another," he kisses your nose.

"-to those delicate beckoning lips that I wish to kiss forever." he finally captures your lips in a breath taking kiss just to slowly release them and look at you.

"And besides, you know better than to call me a liar baby, you know that I would never lie when it comes to you so let's pack up for today and let me show you how much I love you and how utterly enticing you are."

[inkykeiji]

write it!!!! imagine dabi being a bratty dom bc hes jealous of natsuo aaaaaa

i can see him pout and he like "not i wont kiss you, go ask natsuo"

aaaaah it’s not exactly bratty dom dabi but,,,, it is dabi touya getting v jealous n possessive over u getting along w natsuo 🥰

❅ cw: toxic relationship (possessiveness, jealousy), face fucking, mild degradation

❅ words: 1.3k

Usually, he loves your laugh. Usually, your giggles evoke a warmth unlike any other that seeps deep into his chest, to the very core of his body, and then spreads to his fingers and toes, engulfing him. Usually, your laugh makes him laugh, no matter how bad a mood he’s in.

But not today.

You’ve been huddled up with Natsuo on that fucking couch for over an hour now, asking him question after question about med school, entirely captivated by his answers, shy giggles slipping through your lips as you admit that you didn’t know that or that you had no idea that’s how it worked, Natsuo absolutely preening under your praise.

It’s disgusting.

He’s gonna grind his molars into complete dust at this rate, jaw sore from being perpetually clenched, eyes dry and burning from unblinkingly glaring at the pair of you, all while you stayed blissfully oblivious. No, you were too wrapped up in Natsuo to notice—to even care at all—that your boyfriend’s about two seconds from driving himself completely insane, blunt nails sinking into the fleshy heel of his palms hard enough to leave deep, dark purple indents in their wake.

It’s disrespectful. As far as Touya’s concerned, your attention should be on him at all times. Never on another man, especially not his fucking brother.

But it’s when you ask to see Natsuo’s tools that finally has Touya shooting up, crossing the living room in a few long strides and wrapping a large hand around your bicep. A gasp escapes your lips as your eyes widen in shock, the hand squeezing once, forcing a soft whimper from the back of your throat.  

“Tou—” your voice cuts off as you look up at him, blue fire blazing in his eyes as he gazes down at you, nostrils flared and sharp jaw set as he exhales, the breath slow and controlled. A hard lump forms in your throat as you hold his eyes, heart pounding against your ribcage.

He’s fuming.

He says nothing as he gives one harsh yank on your arm, hauling you to your feet with enough force that it has you stumbling into him. Another rough jerk on your arm has you following behind him, Natsuo beginning to say something but cutting himself off immediately at the snarl that rattles in Touya’s chest.

“Wh-What’s—” you’re asking as he all but shoves you into his old bedroom—into the bedroom he and Natsuo used to share—tripping over your own feet a little.

“Don’t,” he spits, voice dark and low, the word coated in venom. The door slams shut behind him, a booming sound that echoes all throughout the Todoroki house. “You know what’s fucking wrong,”

“Touya, I…” you blink a few times, shaking your head slowly in confusion. “I don’t understand—I was just talking to Natsuo—”

“I was just talking to Natsuo,” he mocks with a roll of his eyes, voice pitched higher to mimic yours. “Yeah? Were you? Were you just talking? Was that hand on his knee—does that count as just talking, too?”

Eyebrows knitting together, you steel yourself, straightening up a little. “You were right there; you know we were only talking—”

“It wasn’t only talking to him,”

“Please, he’s your brother—”

Moving in a flash, he crowds you up against his childhood bed, the back of your knees pressing against the edge of the mattress, legs finally giving in as he continues to push forward.

“It doesn’t matter!” he’s roaring as he moves, towering over you, hot breath fanning over your face as trembling hands fist in the comforter, placed on either side of your hips, arms caging you in. Wild eyes search your face in a frenzy as he glowers down at you, breath leaving his nose in sharp, uneven huffs, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Sapphire eyes hold yours for another moment, your ears beginning to ring from the tense, heavy silence, before he tangles a fist in your hair, yanking hard.

A loud cry falls from your lips, but he ignores you, straightening up to his full height again as he keeps the fist rooted firmly in your locks. The swift action forces your body to be jerked forward, face bumping against his lower stomach.

“Get on your knees,”

“What?” the word slips from your lips subconsciously, partially muffled by the material of his black t-shirt, mind hazy from the pain, and you whine again as he tugs.

“You heard me,” he growls. “Get on your fucking knees,”

Your body slides down his, slipping into the small space he’s provided for you between the bed and his legs, your knees on his toes.

“Make it up to me,” he orders, the hand knotted in your hair pulling your head to force your face up. “Show me that I mean more to you than he does. Prove it.”

It’s absolutely ridiculous—of course he means more to you, you only just met Natsuo a few hours ago—but the words get caught in your throat as your fingers move on their own, hastily undoing his belt, powerless to disobey a direct demand.

The large buckle jingles delicately with your movements—unzipping his black jeans and tugging them down just enough to free his cock—and the sound makes your stomach swoop.

You know the routine by now, not daring to touch him, traitorous mouth beginning to salivate at the sight of his thick cock, flushed and leaking. Little hands find their usual place on his thighs, bracing yourself as he takes his cock in his free hand, smearing precum across the seam of your lips before tapping the head against them once, and they part immediately.

A dark chuckle rumbles deep in his chest at your obedience, your heart deflating a little when his usual praise doesn’t follow.

There’s no warning—there never is—only his other hand threading through your hair and stilling your head as he stuffs his cock down your throat in one swift thrust, groaning loudly as you choke around him.

The pace is brutal—like it always is—Touya’s hips snapping hard and fast as he rams his cock into your warm, wet little mouth. You’re whining around him, the sound muffled and interspersed with the sickening slick sounds as he fucks your throat.

Drool oozes from the corners of your mouth, sticky and dripping off your chin, and you force your jaw open wider, blinking hard to clear your bleary eyes. Glistening tears stream down your cheeks, and Touya practically whimpers at the sight, the speed of his thrusts increasing.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he breathes out, voice fading into a whine. “There’s my good little whore—” a choked moan cuts him off. “Can’t talk to Natsuo now, can you? Bet you—fuck—Bet your little brain can’t even think about him, not when my cock’s shoved down your throat,”

You’re gagging around him now, tears steadily flowing from your eyes as you desperately try to inhale enough air, whimpering around him in response—yes, yes, yes, you, you, you.

And it’s the whimpering that does it, paired with the way that you’re looking up at him with those gleaming eyes like he’s a fucking god, taking everything he’s giving you so well like the good little girl you are, that has him filling your throat with hot, thick cum, nose pressed against his pubic bone as rough hands hold your head steady, cock throbbing on your tongue.

Pathetic little gasps hitch in your chest the moment his grip loosens, slender fingers flexing in your hair, and your head falls forward, body slumping against his legs and forehead resting against his lower abdomen as you try to catch your breath. The mingled sounds of your combined panting echoes out among the room, small hands fisting in the material of his jeans, weakly pulling him closer, practically hugging yourself to his legs.

“Oh no, baby,” Large hands yank you up by your hair, pulling you to your feet, an ear-piercing yelp leaving your lips. “We’re just getting started,”

Glassy sapphire eyes dart towards the neatly made bed across the room, a devious smirk forming on his lips.

[illegal-spiegel]

Earwig pt.2

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x f!reader x Shoto Todoroki Genre: smut Warnings: threesome, spanking, choking, temp play, slight bdsm?, unprotected sex(always wrap it up!), degradation, and I think that’s it??? Summary: After Bakugo and Todoroki hear you talking about them in the locker room, they decide to give you a nice surprise Word Count: 3.5k  A/N: CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP. Also, you don’t necessarily have to read part one to understand this but it’ll help you understand some of the comments they make and whatnot 

Part One

You giggle and tease the girls as you head out of the locker room, stretching your sore body out. You smile and greet the boys who are already in the class, taking your seat in the middle of the classroom. It gave you a pretty good view of Bakugo but sadly not of Todoroki who sat behind you. 

You pull out your phone and just start to do random stuff on it until class starts. You didn’t even realize class was starting until Mr. Aizawa started talking. You snap your head up and look around with furrowed brows. Normally, everyone would be chatting up a storm until the last second. Today though, only the girls were conversing quietly with each other. Most of them don’t sit near each other though, so they had to get up to stand around the classroom. 

You look around suspiciously, trying to figure out why some of the boys are acting so weird. You sit behind Kaminari and in front of Kirishima. Normally, they’d be yapping your ear off about a new meme or something ‘manly.’ Today though? Nothing. You can’t turn around to look at Kirishima since class has started, and you’d rather not have Mr. Aizawa thinking you’re not paying attention. Again. 

So, you just have to look at what’s in front of you. You can tell Kaminari is in a good mood thanks to his humming. Actually, he’s humming Jiro’s favorite song under his breath and keeps looking to his left at her. She seems to not notice this though since she’s writing down something Mr. Aizawa said. 

Maybe you should be paying attention but you’re just too freaked out right now. 

Next, you look at Ojiro who sits right in front of Kaminari. You can see his ears are dark red and he’s sitting very stiffly. After observing Ojiro, you look at Aoyama, who is pouting to himself as he stares at Mr. Aizawa, but doesn’t seem to be paying attention. 

Yup, something fishy is definitely going on here. 

You look from student to student until you reach Deku who is shaking in his seat and is as red as a fire hydrant. You’d be worried about him if it wasn’t for the fact that all the boys are acting weird. 

You stare at him for a while, trying to come up with answers to why he and the other boys are acting like this. It’s not all of the boys either, from what you can tell. Koji and Sero seem to be acting like normal. You stare at the windows now, the gears in your brain moving faster than they have in a while. 

Movement in front of the window causes you to blink and turn your focus to said movement. You’re met with cocky, crimson eyes who stare at you without hesitation. You stare right back at him, refusing to bow down to the handsome brat. 

He suddenly smirks, making your brows furrow in response. He opens his mouth a little to slip his tongue out, taking his sweet time to lick his lips. Your eyes, obviously, move from his eyes to his mouth to watch the little show he’s putting on. This only causes his ego to boost more than it already is but you can’t help it. With you watching, he pulls his tongue back into his mouth before biting his bottom lip. 

That’s when it hits you. 

They heard! Those nasty, perverted, pigs! 

A gasp flies past your lips before you can stop yourself, bringing all eyes to you. Except for Bakugo. He looks away to look back to Mr. Aizawa, who is also staring at you. 

“Miss (L/n),” you stand as your name is called, your face as hot as the sun,  “you seem quite excited about today’s lesson. Why don’t you tell everyone what you learned last from chapter sixty-nine.” 

You flinch a bit at the number, your mind going back to the hallway when you said you’d want to try that with either of the two men you named. You huff and squint your eyes a bit at Mr. Aizawa as you start to recite a few things that you remembered from the reading. As much as you didn’t want to do the reading, you aren’t about to get left behind or have Mr. Aizawa hold this over your head just like every other mistake you make. 

“Okay. Sit down,” he says, in what you swear is in a tone filled with boredom, in the middle of your response to his demand, making you shut your mouth and try not to glare at him. You do as you’re told and quickly plop down, crossing your arms over your chest. 

You’re going to murder Bakugo and the other boys.

As soon as class is over, Bakugo is practically the first one out the door. Oh, that prick thinks he’s so sneaky and slick. You practically growl as you follow after him as quickly as you can without bringing attention to yourself. 

He gets outside before you can stop him, your face getting hotter by the second the angrier you get. You bust through the front doors and search among the many bodies for unruly blond hair. You huff when you don’t see him, your hands clenching at your sides. 

You quickly go back in and get your stuff, which you had left in your hurry to catch up to him, before leaving the school to walk the short distance to the dorms. Your eyes widen when you walk into the dorms to see Bakugo leaning against the wall, looking immensely bored. Well, that is until he sees you. A smirk then instantly crawls onto his face as his eyes look you up and down. 

Your mood instantly plummets again as you swiftly start to march towards him, your face growing warm again. His smirk turns mischievous as he pushes off the wall and heads towards the elevators. He walks inside just as you reach him and quickly follow him inside, ready to reprimand him for eavesdropping on the girls and to ask who else heard. 

“Bakugo-” is all you get out before the elevator doors close and your back is suddenly against the wall. You stare at him in shock before realizing, duh, he knows some of your kinks and what you want him to do to you. He presses his body against yours and then brings his hand to your throat, lightly squeezing it and watching your eyes flutter. 

He chuckles lowly as he leans his face close to yours, his nose trailing over your jaw before his lips find your ear. “Well, I sure think I’m packing. Maybe that’s why my ego is so inflated,” he says lowly before nibbling on the lobe of your ear. You whimper softly and arch into him, wanting nothing more than to feel him hard against you. 

“You weren’t lying, were you? This really is all you think about, huh? You’re such a dirty whore. I wonder who’d you rather have pounding into you while the other one puts that filthy mouth to good use,” he growls as he starts to grind against you.

A moan escapes you before you can trap it and lock it deep down inside of you. He kisses down your neck and, even then, you can still feel him smirking. “God, I hate you,” you growl, making no effort to push him away or stop him. 

Why would you? You’ve fantasized about this almost, if not, every day. 

“Oh, it’s not a matter of whether you hate me or not. Either way, you’re still desperate for this coc-” 

He’s cut off by the elevator door opening, making him grunt. He pulls away from you but is sure to grab your wrist to drag you to his room. This is when you notice that he is taking you to his room, seeing as how you live on the second floor whereas he lives on the fourth. 

He opens his door, practically throws you in, before slamming the door shut behind him. You almost start saying that maybe you two should slow things down when you find Todoroki sitting on the bed. When you lock eyes with him, you almost whimper. He stands up and places his hands into his pockets, his face not showing any emotion but his eyes are practically shining. 

Bakugo comes up behind you and pushes his hard-on to your ass, starting to lightly grind against you. “I invited icyhot, hope you don’t mind,” he grumbles in your ear. This time, you do whimper. You don’t have to be facing Bakugo to know he’s grinning that evil grin he does when he’s about to do something bad. 

“Well? Do you just plan on watching?” he snaps at Todoroki, making Todoroki huff a bit. He silently walks over and stands right in front of you, looking at Bakugo’s hands on your waist. 

“Can I touch you?” he asks softly, looking up to meet your eyes. The fact that he even had to ask is so cute. 

“I know you heard us today,” you start, reaching out to run your hands across his broad chest, “I know you heard what I want you to do to me,” you finish in a sultry tone, your tongue coming out to wet your lips. He watches the action before swooping down to connect your lips, a moan escaping you as Bakugo thrusts against your ass harder. 

The kiss is messy and sloppy but you wouldn’t want it any other way. You gently pull on his hair, his hands going from your cheeks to slowly going down to your breasts. You gasp into his mouth when he squeezes them, your back arching away from Bakugo to press your chest further into his hands. 

You hear Bakugo grunt before sliding his hands up under your shirt, bringing the cloth with him, When his hands meet Todoroki, Todoroki pulls away to allow him to take your shirt off. While Bakugo pulls it off, Todoroki is quick to reach behind you and remove your bra. 

As soon as it’s off, Bakugo has his hands on your chest and making you moan with no lips to stop you. Todoroki meets your eyes before leaning down to start kissing down your neck, sucking and biting on random places. By this point, your clit is throbbing and your panties are completely soaked. 

“Guys, I’ve been dreaming about this for a while. Can we speed up the foreplay?” you stutter out, your hands tugging at Todoroki’s double-colored strands of hair. He pulls away to look at you once more, panting a bit from his attack on your neck. Once he’s pulled back though, Bakugo is quick to push you forward before shoving you onto the bed. 

“What was it you said you liked?” Bakugo asks sarcastically, his hands trailing down your back to your ass that you pushed into the air. “Oh, that’s right,” he says after a moment, acting as if the thought just occurred to him. 

You cry out when he spanks you, causing you to arch your back and tightly grip the covers of his bed. “You don’t get to tell us what to do, whore. We are the boss of you, not the other way around.” You mewl lewdly at his words, your mouth watering as you wait for him to say more. 

He spanks you again, causing you to moan loudly. You stare up at Todoroki when he moves to the other side of the bed, watching his face as he gently pushes the hair out of your face. “Don’t I need to be quiet? We are right next to Kirishima’s room,” you reason softly, trying to press your thighs together. 

At this, Bakugo shoves your bottoms down and spanks you harder this time. This spank though involved a tiny spark from his quirk, making you barely be able to hold back a scream. It hurts but the pain is so delicious that you can’t help but to want another hit. 

“I don’t care if he hears it or not. You probably want him to hear you so that he can come join us. Would you like that? Have another man here to fill you up with his cum?” Bakugo growls before spanking your other cheek the same way he hit you last time. You smack your hand over your mouth, tears springing to your eyes. 

An animalistic growl comes from him as his free hand reaches forward to snatch your head up by your hair, making you stare up at Todoroki. “Admit it, you slut. You’d like that. Just like how you’re gonna love having me stuffing one of your holes while Todoroki stuffs the other one,” he says darkly. 

A guttural moan escapes you as your eyes roll back into your head, your wet flower clenching around nothing. “Look at her. Maybe we should go over and invite him right now,” he threatens. 

“Please, fill me up with your coc-” 

You cut yourself off with a shrill moan when he spanks you again. You notice then that Todoroki has taken off his clothes and is currently pumping his hard length. Just like you thought, he’s long and thick. You wonder how big he is compared to Bakugo. 

You gasp when you feel Bakugo’s length suddenly rubbing against your wet heat. “This what you want, huh? You want this hole stuffed by me, whore?” You nod your head with a whine, leaning your hips back to rub yourself against him. You’re quick to reach back and wrap your hand around his length, almost moaning at how thick and heavy he is in your hand. 

You gasp again when your face is suddenly shoved into the mattress while his other hand snatches your hand away from him. “Did I say you can touch me?” he hisses. You feel him get off the bed and walk to somewhere else in the room. 

You didn’t dare lift your head from the bed to look. 

You inhale sharply when you feel Todoroki’s hands on your head, his fingers gently turning your head to look up at him. “You aren’t acting like the good girl I know you are,” he says softly, his already deep voice sounding lower than usual. You whimper at his words, it being better than anything you’ve ever dreamed. “How was that? Was that ‘deliciously dark’ enough for you?” he teases, a smirk coming to his face. You mewl at this, quickly nodding your head to show him how pleased you are. You just knew he’d talk like that once he’s riled up. You lean your weight on one hand and let the other reach out to him, starting to slide your hand up and down his member. 

Your focus is pulled away from him when the bed shifts with Bakugo’s weight, your lip coming between your teeth when he forces your hand away from Todoroki to put them behind your back to tie them. Once your hands are tied up nice and tight, he forces you forward to where your chin is just over the bed. Bakugo has a tall enough bed frame to where you’re face to face with Todoroki’s hard member. 

Now that you’re getting a better look, you see a vein protruding on the bottom that runs up his entire length. When your eyes reach the tip, you see precum gathering at the slit, making your mouth water once more. 

“Do you think I even have to prep her? I bet she’s stretched out from all the times she’s shoved a dildo up her tight hole while imagining it’s one of us,” Bakugo says to Todoroki, his hand coming down on your right cheek again. Your body jumps with the hit to your already sore ass, a whining moan slipping past your lips. “Say, I wonder who she fantasized about more,” he says to himself as if he’s thinking out loud. 

He brings his fingers to your sopping heat, pulling your panties to the side to spread your juices from your dripping hole to your clit. “She’s so wet. She loves the way we’re treating her, icyhot.” You turn your head to look at Todoroki’s face, finding that he’s biting his lip. You shudder as Bakugo takes his sweet time pulling your panties away, a strand of your arousal sticking to your panties as he pulls them down your legs. “God, you’re soaked,” he hisses, dropping the panties to your knees before grabbing your hip tightly with one hand. 

The other hand goes back to touching your wetness, going against his idea of shoving himself right into your warmth. You moan when he gathers your arousal on his fingers and starts to rub at your swollen clit again, your eyes fluttering as you finally get some relief to the throbbing nub. With him pleasing you, you felt bad that Todoroki is just standing before you watching. 

You shift your head forward and lick a stripe up the vein you were eyeing earlier. He hisses and brings his hands to your head again, his nails lightly digging into your skull as you suckle on his tip. You moan around him when Bakugo slips two fingers into you at once, your mouth going further down Todoroki’s length with each pump of Bakugo’s fingers. 

When he adds a third finger, you accidentally deepthroat Todoroki and gag around him. You pull back quickly but keep your mouth around him, your tongue lapping at the head. “Look at you being such a good girl for me,” Todoroki says between pants, his hips starting to lightly thrust. 

You hum in response, glad that you’re pleasing him. “She’s not a good girl. She’s anything but. She’s just a nasty little whore that wants us to use her as a sex toy,” Bakugo says behind you as he pulls out his fingers. You pull away from Todoroki’s member to wail when Bakugo finally pushes into you, stretching your walls out more than your fingers or toys ever could. “See? Look at her. This is all she’s good for,” Bakugo growls as he bottoms out before pulling his hips back to just snap them back against your ass. 

You cry out in pleasure, your eyes rolling in your head for the nth time. You’re temporarily distracted when Todoroki turns your head back to his member and uses his other hand to grab ahold of his wet shaft. He then presses the head to your lips with a smirk, raising his brow up at you after holding it there waiting for you to open up. You instantly drop your jaw and stick out your tongue, his member sliding along your tongue towards the back of your throat. 

You close your mouth around him and let him thrust since you’re having trouble moving with Bakugo pounding into you with each of his thrusts and moving your body. You moan with each of Bakugo’s thrusts, letting Todoroki feel the vibrations and making him grunt each time you do it. 

You gasp around Todoroki’s shaft when his member suddenly starts getting really warm, making you become concerned for a moment before you realize what he’s doing. Before it can get too hot, he starts to drop the temperature and cools your mouth with his member until it’s as cold as ice. You moan loudly and clench around Bakugo, feeling Todoroki’s hands start to wander your back and do the same thing his member just did. Seeing Todoroki use his quirk on you, Bakugo decides to use his again. 

You scream when Bakugo spanks you harder than ever before with his quirk, your scream thankfully being muffled since your mouth is full. Your scream causes Todoroki’s head to drop back, his mouth falling open as he starts to thrust faster in your mouth. Before you even realize, you’re cumming around Bakugo. Your body shakes a bit from the power of it, your eyes squeezing shut. 

“That’s it. Cum with me stuffed in your tight hole. I can feel you pulsing around me,” Bakugo hisses, his hips starting to smack against your ass quicker and quicker. Todoroki starts to push deeper into your mouth, making him deepthroat you with every thrust. You moan when you can, your walls clenching around Bakugo and making your entrance cling onto him every time he pulls out. 

It didn’t take long for Todoroki to shoot his load down your throat, some of his seed slipping past your lips and goes down your chin and neck. He stays in your mouth for a moment before slowly pulling out, your lips catching any cum that was stuck to his shaft.

Bakugo cums next, pulling out just in time to cum on your sore ass. He lets out a guttural moan as he does, his head tilted back when you turn to look at him. When he finishes, your legs are quick to give out and you slide them to lay down flat on the bed. 

That is the best sex that you’ll ever have in your life, you’re sure. 

“Next time, we are switching holes,” Todoroki says, leaving no room for questions. 

“Fine. Ten minutes and you’ll get your turn,” Bakugo grumbles as he lays down on his back next to you. You grunt, both too tired to go another round but also too impatient to wait any longer to have them again.

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Again, characters are aged up 

MASTERLIST

More with Bakugo

I lowkey wanna write a part three-

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[forever-rogue]

In Name Only - Part 15

A/N: Hello friends, I’m so excited to share another chapter of INO with you! I hope you still love it as much as I do! As always, feedback and comments are welcome, and if you’d like to be tagged, let me know. xx

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.8k

Warnings: mentions of violence and injury

IN NAME ONLY SERIES MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

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He looked peaceful. Almost angelic. If you didn’t know that he was hurt you’d almost enjoy the view. But you couldn’t. All you could was remind yourself that he was in this position because of you. The guilt was already eating away at you, consuming your every thought, every fiber of your being.

No one had said anything to you about blaming you or attempting to hold you accountable for the actions of your brother and therefore your family. No one gave you dirty looks nor were hushed words exchanged just out of your earshot. No; your family, Dorne, wasn’t anything like that. Here they knew that you had nothing to do with your brother’s decisions nor should be held accountable for them. 

But it didn’t work to alleviate your guilt. Oberyn wouldn’t be in this position if it hadn’t been for you. Nothing would have happened to him if he hadn’t married you. That knowledge alone was enough to drag you down and sink you into a river of guilt. How would Oberyn ever forgive you? How would you ever forgive yourself? 

Sighing heavily you placed the rag back into the basin that was filled with warm water, wringing it out slowly before gently bringing it back to his face and wiping away the sweat that was beading up on his forehead due to the fever that was still hanging on. You hoped it would break soon….otherwise you weren’t sure what you would do. 

The Maester had attended well to him, making sure his wounds were all patched up and that the infection in the wound on his side hadn’t spread beyond the point of return.

Not it was just a wait and see game. It was the worst game you had ever played. All you wanted was for him to wake up so you could atone for what you considered your sins, and to tell him how much you loved him. Even if he cast you off into exile, you wanted just one more chance to tell him how much you loved him. You’d never forgive yourself if you weren’t able to tell him.

“My lady,”  Jeron opened the door to your chambers slowly, coming in with a gentle look on his face. Looking up at him, you offered up the best little smile you could muster. You were sure it was probably nothing more than a grimace, but couldn’t be bothered to try harder as you tossed the rag back into the basin and slumped back into the chair you had next to his bed. The other man swooped in and sat down on his own chair that he had placed on the other side of the bed.

“Jeron,” his name fell off your lips in more of a statement than anything else, but you were much too tired to care, “how is everything faring?”

“Fine,” he said as he placed his elbows on his knees, face perched on his clasped hands as he watched you closely. He’d been taking over Oberyn’s normal duties and any that you had, helping Doran to keep everything running smoothly. You hadn’t left your husband’s side for more than a few moments since his chaotic return. Once the initial shock and surprise had calmed down, things had gone back to relatively normal. If you weren’t here at his side and doing everything in your power to help him however you could, you would have thought life was normal. You wished it was. 

“You’re thinking much too loudly,” you sighed as you leaned back in your chair, making sure to grab Oberyn’s hand and hold it tightly in yours. You tried to convey whatever love you could through the simple touch, “out with it. I am not in the mood to beat around the bush.”

“You need to leave this room,” he insisted and your eyes narrowly immediately, but before you could say anything else, he held up his hand to keep you from saying anything else, “you haven’t bathed, eaten, seen the daylight, or anyone else for days. It’s not good to remain in solitude here by yourself.”

“I am not…” you couldn’t deny that he was right. You’d barely left the room in the event that he stirred, woke up, anything. You wanted to be there for him. Wiping at your tired eyes you gave him a small nod of acknowledgement, “I know. But I don’t want...what if something happens?”

“He won’t be alone,” he promised gently, “someone will be at his side at all times.”

“I want it to be me,” you pouted, giving Oberyn a quick glance, “he...I need to be here for him.”

“I know,” he promised, “Oberyn knows but you need to take care of yourself as well. It won’t do anyone any good if the lady of the house is not able to function.

“I am fine,” you insisted, although you were starting to question that as well. But you just...you just couldn’t leave him, “it’s fine. Please just...keep attending to his duties and I will care for him.”

“Please-”

“Jeron, I know you mean well. Truly,” you said quietly before hanging your head and letting a long, heavy exhale, “but please. I just...just do this for me.”

“As you wish,” he agreed, a frown on his face that suggested he wanted nothing more than to say something else. But he knew better than to argue with you, “let me know if you need anything.”

“I will,” you whispered softly once he was gone, leaving you alone with Oberyn. You reached down and ran a hand through his tangled curls, “revenge, vengeance...blood. I will have it. Mark my words, my love, I will have it all for you.” 

»»————-　♡　————-«

“If I were not afraid to see my husband’s side I would tear him from limb to limb myself, Jeron,” it was another day of isolation as you sat in solitude with Oberyn. There was venom was dripping from your voice with every word. You were practically vibrating in your seat with anger, only remaining calm to make sure you weren’t squeezing Oberyn’s hand too harshly. Jeron sat across from you, on Oberyn’s other side, his brow furrowed deeply in concentration, “I will make him pay for what he has done. I do not care if he is flesh and blood. He is no family to me.”

“I do not think you should act in haste,” he said quietly as your mouth dropped open at the sheer mention that you should wait to retaliate, “you should act cautiously. It does not do well to-”

“He attacked Oberyn!” you almost shouted at him, “he was going to kill him given the chance! He almost did - he would have succeeded had it not been for you! Do you think I am going to let him get away with this in silence? That I will pretend nothing has happened?”

“I would not-”

“I will make myself a Bolton if it means I can flay him alive just as they would,” the anger and rage that had been building up the past few days were suddenly spilling over all you could see was red. Someone was going to pay - that someone was the man that did this himself. You still couldn’t believe your brother would something like this. You had had have a mind to believe it was all your mother’s doing anyway; your brother tended to be half wit anyway, “I will flay them all, I do not care.”

“You speak out of anger,” Jeron gave you a sharp look as you shrugged in exasperation, “I understand that you’re mad-”

“Furious.”

“Furious,” he corrected himself, “we all are. But we cannot just respond in kind. They will get what they deserve. It is not our duty to dole out justice, but too facilitate it.”

“Oberyn-”

“Would not want to act out like this and strike at first opportunity,” he insisted, and you knew he was right. He had known your husband for him many years, and he knew him almost as well as you did, even more so still in some aspects, “he would want you to think about every step you are taking carefully. It would not do well to incite a war.”

“The King would side with us,” you insisted firmly, “as would the Queen. The siblings know that Dorne has almost supported them, and the would not deny us their support in return."

“But the Reach still has much command too,” he reminded you, “your family has many loyal allies.”

“They are not my family,” you insisted sharply, “Oberyn is my family. The Martells are. You are. All of Dorne. The Beesburys are no family of mine anymore. They have made that crystal cllear.”

“Aye,” he agreed, letting out a long sigh and hanging his head, “but as one of your husband’s advisors, it is my duty to advise you as well. Especially since he is not able to right now. Let things settle. Wait till Oberyn is well again and then we go from there.”

A heavy, thick silence hung over the two of you for a moments as you stared into his dark eyes. You wanted to argue and fight with him, but you were well aware that his claim had merit. 

“Fine-”

But before you could say anything else, you heard a soft mumbling and stirring coming from the head of the bed. The hand in yours fluttered slightly and a small gasp left your lips as you turned to look at Oberyn. He hadn’t done much, besides occasionally shifting in his sleep for nearing a week. You hoped this was a good sign. 

“Go-go fetch the Maester!” you practically shouted at Jeron as he jumped up and ran over to the door, practically barreling it down in his haste. You clutched his hand more tightly in yours, lacing your fingers through his as you moved closer to him. Dropping to your knees, you rested your elbows near the edge of the bed, all the whole refusing to let go of his hand. 

“Oberyn,” you whispered softly, your voice hoarse and cracking. You were thoroughly parched and starving, having barely left Oberyn’s side in the past two weeks. You refused to move in case something, anything, happened, leaving only when you absolutely needed. You hadn’t slept much either, too consumed with worry and guilt, and the faint bits of your revenge were consuming your every thought. At this rate you probably didn’t look much better than Oberyn. But at least you weren’t suffering...physically anyway. When he didn’t seem to move or do anything further, you let a long sigh. 

Reaching over gently, you touched his cheek, trailing your fingers over the stubble that had grown due to this lack of shaving before raking your fingers through his mused curls. He’d been growing his hair out more lately and curled beautifully, making the perfect addition to his already handsome face. You desperately hoped you would get to see that wonderful smile beaming back at you soon. 

“My love," you said softly, trying not to cry at his lack of response. You thought this meant...surely he would be coming to any day. The waiting was going to drive you mad. You prayed to every god, old and new, those of religions foreign to you, and yet nothing. You were growing desperate. You couldn’t face a world alone without your husband now that you knew what life was like. Now that you knew what love was like. He was but just yours, and already threatening to leave your side, “please wake up. Please. I am begging you with every fiber of my being. I will...will do whatever it takes to have you look at me again with those beautiful eyes. To hear my name fall from your sweet lips. Anything for you, my moon and stars. Please.”

A gentle knock came at the door and quickly wiped away the warm, salty tears that had rolled your cheeks. Standing up you beckoned the kind Maester, watching as Jeron closed the door after her. Coming to Oberyn’s side, she studied him for a moment before a weary look crossed her features. You didn’t like this at all, “he hasn’t woken?”

“No,” your voice was despondent as you shook your head and looked back down at his still form. If it weren’t for the gentle movement of his chest, you could have easily thought he was...no. You weren’t even going to let that thought cross your mind, “he appeared to be stirring, but I suppose it must have been nothing.”

“Have his dressings been changed?” she asked, pulling the blanket off of his top half and pulling the light tunic up. She pulled back the carefully applied bandages and studied the slowly healing wound. He was lucky, she had said upon her initial inspection, that the infection seemed mostly superficial and hadn’t spread into his blood. If it had, he would have been long gone before he even made it back to you. Now it was just a game of waiting and making sure the egregious wound healed properly. He was okay - but he wasn’t quite out of the woods yet.

“We’ve been keeping them changed and cleaning out the wound. It seems to be healing...right?”

She turned to give you a weak smile, but nodded nonetheless which set your heart at ease ever so slightly. You knew she wouldn’t lie to you, “yes. It’s making good progress. All we can do is keep it clean and make sure the dressings are changed. The rest of the lacerations are almost healed and his fever broke. The worst may be over, but we must still keep a close eye on him.”

“Of course,” you insisted and Jeron murmured his commitment as well, “we’ll do whatever it takes.”

“I know you will,” she acknowledged softly, “but if you don’t mind, Lady Martell, might we have a private word?”

Immediately you looked back down at Oberyn, wanting to remain behind and stay at his side. But Jeron offered you a kind smile, and jerked his head in the direction of the Maester. Five minutes, you mentally promised yourself, what was going to happen in five minutes? 

“Yes,” you agreed, following her out of the quiet and solemn bed chambers and into the ones at the other end of the hall that had once belonged to you but were now empty once again, “is everything okay?”

“I know you are close to Ser Jeron, but I figured you might want privacy in this matter anyway,” she shut the door gently and leaned against the intricately carved wood, “I do hope you forgive my indiscretion and timing...but I wanted to follow up on our last visit.”

“Our last vis...oh,” you ran a hand through your disheveled hair before sitting down on the edge of the bed. It had seemed like forever ago, practically another lifetime ago, but you remembered it all very clearly, “I completely forgot. With everything going on…”

“As I almost did too,” she came over and sat down next to you, “I probably shouldn’t bring it up at such a delicate time. I apologize-”

“I’m not some fragile little thing made of glass,” you promised her, “I can handle whatever you tell me. Timing in life is rarely perfect, I find...but here we are. We must make due with what we have.”

“Indeed we must,” she gently reached over and gave your leg a squeeze, exhaling sharply through her nose, “women have been the backbone of society for all time it seems. We must bear so much and are awarded so little.”

“Not here,” you insisted, “not in Dorne. Things are different here thankfully. We are respected as we are.”

“It is fortunate to be a Dornish woman,” she agreed, “by blood or choice.”

“It is fortunate in my case to have a husband that has given me the choice,” she picked at a loose thread on the edge of the velveteen blanket, bracing yourself for what was to come. You already knew the answer, you were sure of it, “I feel as though you are skirting around the issue at hand. Please - speak freely, as I have told you, I have already settled on my fate.”

She was silent for a long moment before she reached over and put an arm around your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head. It was just a simple action, but left you feeling warm from inside out; such moments of maternal kindness were not lost on you. Pausing for a moment, she almost seemed to struggle with the words before getting them out, “I...I am very sorry, my lady. It appears that…”

“As I suspected,” you stopped her before she could go on. You’d already settled this in your mind...but why did it still cause your heart to ache and hurt? Almost as if you were yearning for something that you’d never even had, “it is of no matter. The Prince and I already...we already....it is fine.”

“But please, remember, that these tests are old fashioned and they don’t necessarily amount to much and there’s always a chance it will happen-”

“Please, Selsa, you don’t need to say anything,” you tried to keep your emotions in check and not let more tears well up. No. You knew this was your reality. You just hadn’t known it was going to hurt this much, “everything will be fine. Just please tell me...Oberyn. Realistically...will he…”

“I do not think you have a thing to worry about,” she insisted firmly, and your heart felt slightly lighter again, “he is strong and healthy. It will take more than a poor attempt on his life to take out the Red Viper. He just needs to heal. He’s doing it slowly, but he will do it. The worst is behind us.”

“Thank the gods,” you murmured softly, hiding your face in your hands, “or whatever is out there. I just...I want him to be okay.”

“And he will,” she promised, “I am sure it is partly your doing. Remaining by his side, speaking to him, holding his hand - he can feel it, hear you even.”

“Then I will remain by his side until the moment his eyes open again,” you promised, “I won’t leave his side ever again.” 

»»————-　♡　————-«

You hadn’t meant to fall asleep, you really hadn’t. But as the night wore on, your eyes grew heavier and heavier, a mixture of exhaustion and various other things causing you to finally succumb to sleep. You’d been reading one of the many books from Oberyn’s shelves, only half heartedly paying attention as you flicked your attention back to him every seconds. You’d gone through many pages but you weren’t sure if you’d actually absorbed much of anything. The book softly tumbled from your lap and onto the floor, landing with a dull thumb as your head pulled to the side. 

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep, but eventually you were stirred from your light slumber, a distant voice softly calling the sound of your name. But you were tired, so tired, and didn’t want to open your tired eyes. You pouted and made a small sound, refusing to oblige, wanting nothing more than to keep sleeping. You’d been so reluctant to do it at first and now you wanted nothing more than a good long rest. The voice was persistent though, almost to a fault, but the next time you heard your name, your eyes almost snapped open as you almost fell off the chair. 

A small sound of sheer excitement left your lips as you found Oberyn looking back at you, his bleary eyes open, the softest of smiles tugging on the corners of his mouth. 

“Oberyn,” it was a soft sound, almost a plea as you stared at him, hardly believing that it was actually real. You dropped to your knees and leaned as close to him as possible, reaching over and gently stroking his face. A few tears rolled down your face as you stared back down at him, hardly believing your eyes, “Oberyn. My love, please tell me this is not a dream…”

“It is no dream,” he promised, his own voice hoarse and throat dry as he reached for your hand and placed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “I’m right here, my sweet girl.”

“Oberyn,” you leaned over and placed a gentle kiss to his lips as you held onto his hand for dear life. You couldn’t even believe your eyes as you stared back at him, his soft, brown eyes gentle as they took you in. He reached up and delicately wiped your tears again, “I was so, so worried. I-I thought…”

“Shh,” he was so soft and gentle in his tone and touch, that it made your heart melt all over again, “there is no reason to dwell on the past. You are here, I am here, that is all that matters.”

“Oberyn,” you repeated softly, nuzzling your nose against his, as you tried to convince yourself that this was real, this wasn’t some sort of fantasy. He was awake and you were able to touch him and speak to him once again, “I love you. I love you so much.”

“And I love you,” he replied, ghosting his lips over your face as he peppered it in soft kisses. His lips were dry and chapped, but still so soft and gentle, “I couldn’t have asked for anything better than waking up the prettiest face I have ever seen.”

“You’re a fool,” you laughed at him, a small, strangled almost pitiful sound. You were so relieved, so thankful to have him back. You couldn’t believe it had finally happened.

“A fool for you,” he smiled meekly as you perched on the bed next to him, one hand holding his and the other touching his face, scratching at his scalp and smoothing his mussed curls, “I’ve missed you.”

“Oberyn,” you laughed through your tears, “oh by the gods, I’ve missed you so much, my moon and stars. You don't know how happy I am. To see your eyes, to hear your voice, to see you again.”

“I was always coming back,” he whispered, his eyes slowly getting heavy again from exhaustion, “always coming back to you, sunshine.”

“I know, my love,” you kissed his forehead gently, “rest now, as much as you need.”

“Will you stay?”

“I’m never leaving your side again, Oberyn,” you promised, “never ever.”

»»————-　♡　————-«

"Tell me if its too hot, too cold, too anything, my love," you put your hands ever so lightly on his broad shoulders, slowly starting to strip him of the linen tunic he had sporting. He gladly obliged, lifting his arms up, wincing slightly at the pain in his side. You placed a delicate kiss on his lips before repeating the same actions with his trousers, letting them pool at his feet.

"You spoil this old man," he said as he took your hand and slowly settled into the steaming tub, leaning against the edge as you sat down next to him, perched at his side. He reached up a wet hand and quickly found yours, taking it gently in his.

"You are not an old man," you scolded him gently, "and I'm only giving you what you deserve."

"And more than," he insisted, "for clearly I could never be worthy of you."

"Shush," you insisted, reaching for the oils and powders that the Maester insisted you add to the water. She swore it was an ancient remedy that actually helped to aid the body in healing. You trusted her and at this point you were willing to try anything, "you may not be an old man, but you are a fool. You are more than worthy and I will hear nothing to the contrary."

He remained silent as he watched you worked, but his smile was brighter than the sun as he beamed at you. How he got so lucky to have you, he would never understand. You hummed under your breath ever so quietly, a little lullaby he recognized from his own childhood. He watched you work with such caution, his own heart melting at your care.

"How does it feel?" you asked after a few minutes, inhaling the sweet scent of the oils that were now mixed into the water. He made a small sound of content as he leaned back and you ran a hand through his hand curls. He keened into your touch as you settled next to him, grabbing a clean cloth to help wash his body.

"Good," he promised, his hand quickly finding your wrist and gripping it gently, but still firmly, "will you do me a favor, sweet girl?"

"Oberyn?" you asked, your breath hitched into your throat as he trailed a line of kisses to the soft skin of your inner arm, "w-what can I do for you?"

"Will you get in? With me?" he was almost timid as he nodded towards the other end of the tub. A flush of warmth immediately spread through you as you stared at the steaming water. You had no real reason to be nervous or shy, the man was your husband and has seen in much more compromising positions before, but something about this felt surprisingly intimate, "join me."

"Are you sure?" your voice was barely above a voice as you stirred the water slightly. He reached up and put a hand under your chin, delicately tilting your face up to meet his gaze. 

"Yes, of course," he promised as you melted under his gaze. Giving him a small, affirmative nod, you rose to your full height, stretching lightly, relishing in the feel of the popping of your joints. After having been hunching in the small chair for the better part of the two weeks, your body had become sore and tight. His gaze was intent on as you reached for the fabric at your waist and slowly started to tug your shift dress off. After you pulled it over your head, you let it fall to the floor, joining his discarded clothes.

Despite the fact that you’d been bare before him on many occasions now, this felt different. Just as intimate as all the other times, but it felt special in its own way. His honeyed gaze roamed your body as he beckoned for you to join him, “you are so beautiful, my sweet girl.”

“And you are a foolish man, under the delirium of the remnants of your ailments,” you teased before slowly moving to the edge of the tub, lifting your leg and slowly sinking into the hot water. It felt like heaven on your skin, and a small sound of content, almost a little moan escaped your lips as you let the water get up to your chin. Settling on the other side of the wooden tub, you brought your knees to your chest, not wanting to take up too much of the space. You remained silent for a few moments, already lost in your own thoughts, but Oberyn quickly captured your attention back to you by flicked a small splash of water at you. It caught you off guard, but you broke into a fit of giggles nonetheless, “Oberyn!” 

“Oops,” he teased, shooting you a wink as you did right back to him, “don’t start a fight you can’t finish.”

“Is that a challenge, my sweet prince?” you raised an eyebrow at him as he just innocently shrugged his shoulders. This was nice, and you wished every moment could be as easy and effortless as this. It was the first time you’d truly laughed in weeks, “I’ll take mercy on you since you are still weak, and it would not be fair to you.”

“A most kind and gentle wife you are,” he said softly. You made a small sound of acknowledgement before leaning back and relaxing, your knees still pulled close to you, “what’s wrong, sweet girl? You’re thinking much too loudly.”

“Nothing, my love,” you said quickly, too quickly, and sat up slightly, his inquisitive eyes suggesting that he did not believe you in the slightest. 

“I am many things, but I am not a fool,” he reminded you as you nodded, gnawing on your bottom lip. His touch was gentle as he reached over, his large hand delicately finding your cheek. Gods, you wished you could capture this moment forever. Nothing ever felt as warm and lovely as it did when he touched you, “you can tell me anything. You know this. First - you need to relax.”

He put his hands behind the backs of your knees and slowly stretched them out so they were spread around his. Taking your hands in hands, he laced your fingers together for a moment before placing your arms lazily on the edges, encouraging you to completely relax. You were surprised by his actions at first, but quickly acquiesced and did your best to comply.

“Happy?” you asked as you lulled your head back and closed you eyes,  and tried not to completely lose it over how close you were to him, how warm and wonderful his skin felt against yours.

“Almost,” he mirrored your position, his tired and drained body already feeling so much better. He wondered if it was due to the healing process, or if it was more due to your presence. Although a man of intelligence and science, he couldn’t help but think it was due to you more than anything else. Whatever the reason, he was glad to finally be awake and able to get back to life, slowly but surely, “one more thing will make me happier…”

“Whatever is it, my prince?”

“Tell me what’s on your mind, my sweet girl,” he insisted and you stiffened for just a moment.

"Truly, it is nothing," you shook your head trying to get him get him off the subject that was on your mind. He was still recovering and didn't need to add anything else to his plate, "I am-"

"You are not just tired," he arched an eyebrow at you, and you internally groaned. Sometimes he was perceptive to a fault. He sat up and looked at you, crooking a finger to have you do the same. Slowly you did so, sitting up so you were mere inches from him. He pressed his forehead against yours, letting out a long breath before kissing your forehead, and then your nose, and stopping at your lips, "please tell what's causing you such woe, my sunshine."

"A week after Arianne returned and you had not returned, I grew worried," you admitted and you could see him visibly stiffen, "there was no word from you and I just...couldn't stand the idea of something happening to you. I want to Doran and demanded answers. At first he didn't want to say anything...but eventually he told me.”

"What did my brother tell you?" he reached up and traced a few fingers our your features. You shrugged at first, but quickly decided not to try and lie or beat around the bush.

"H-he told me you went to Old Town," you confessed, letting out a long breath. He gaze shifted to one of concern as he put a hand under your chin and tilted your face up to meet his. His soft, dark eyes were soft and filled with concern.

"What do you know of Old Town?"

"That it is home of the Citadel," you said and he nodded, "and many, many brothels. My home...well former home, was near there and I always heard all the stories."

"You are indeed correct on both accounts," he agreed quietly as you just nodded, unable to keep a tear from rolling down your cheek. He made a small sound in the back of his throat before gently wiping the tear away, "what's wrong?"

"I feel so foolish..." you admitted, "I know we always agreed on the fact that we are allowed to seek solace and comfort in others, but I just...I didn't expect it. I just...I want you to be happy, no matter. Even if that is not always in my arms."

"What?" he asked, concern coloring his expression he gently took your face in his hands, "do you think I went to a brothel? Do you think I went and spent nights in the company of others?"

"I just...I thought...it is not my place to be angry about such a thing. If that is what you desire then-"

"Listen to me, my love," he gently brought a finger to your lips, effectively quieting you down, "I did not step foot into a brothel, nor did I have any desire to. I swear it on my life."

"Oh," you felt warmth rising up in your skin as you suddenly felt like a complete fool. You should have known better, known better than to fall victim to rumors and gossip. You should have known and trusted that your husband would do no such thing without telling you first, "oh."

"If the day ever comes to where I even have such thoughts, you will be the first to know. I would do nothing without your knowledge," he looked to make sure you understood and you nodded gently, suddenly feeling like a large weight had been lifted from your shoulders, "you never have to worry about anything. You are my wife, my love, my sunshine. You never have to worry or doubt my love or devotion to you."

"I love you," you whispered softly, "I'm sorry I ever questioned or doubted you, Oberyn."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, he said softly, "your concerns and feelings are always valid."

"Can I just..." you paused as you reached up and touched his cheek, causing him to keen into your touch, "what took you into Old Town?"

"I went to the Citadel," he stated simply, "to see the Maesters that once that taught me. Nothing very exciting...I went to get some books as well, I found some I thought you might like."

"Me?" it was a broken little whisper as you looked at him with the largest, softest eyes, a smile tugging on your features. Oberyn melted at the sight as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"Yes," he insisted, "of course you, silly girl. Who else?"

"I love you, Oberyn."

"I love you," he promised as you laid back down and relaxed. Just like that, all your fears and worries were alleviated. You felt silly for even worrying in the first place, "there is...one more thing."

"What is it?" you asked quietly, offering him your full attention.

"Honeyholt," he said softly, "that's where I was when..."

"My brother found you," you finished as he nodded lightly, "you were in Honeyholt...you went there without me...my childhood home. I-I don't understand..."

"It was a multifaceted excursion," he began softly, as you waited for him to go on, "firstly, let me apologize for not being upfront and fully transparent with you. I fully intended on this being a surprise for you."

"Another surprise? For me?" you were incredulous as he just nodded, "whatever for?"

"Must there be a reason, sweet wife?" he asked as you practically beamed at him. He sat back and motioned for you to move towards him. You quirked an eyebrow at him but he just held up both hands and beckoned again for you to closer. Instead, you stuck out your tongue and shook your head, opting to tease him instead, "are you saying no to your prince?"

"I'm saying no to my husband," you giggled as he moved closer to your side of the side of the tub.

"You're saying no to your husband, the Prince?" he asked again as he put his arms on either side of you, moving slowly not exacerbate his injury. He moved closer so he mere inches from you, and could feel his body heat radiating onto you.

"Yes, I suppose I am," you said softly, "what are you going to do about it?"

"I can show you," he whispered softly before pressing his lips against yours in the sweetest of kisses. You grinned against his lips as he offered you a few more pecks, which you eagerly accepted.

"You're going to kiss me until I acquiesce?"

"Is it working?"

"Hmmm," you pretended to shrug your shoulders in contemplation, "might need to give me a few more to find out."

"Gladly," you could feel him smirking against your lips before he slowly worked his way along your jaw and neck, causing you to involuntary moan.

"Oberyn," his name was said with nothing but reverence as your arms snaked around his neck. He dragged his nose along your collarbone before nuzzling against your face.

"Have I won you over?" his voice was low like warm, thick honey as you gnawed on your bottom lip.

"Of course. You always have me, dear husband," you promised, placing a hand on his cheek and tracing over his features gently, "but you must be careful, my moon and stars. You're hurt and I don't want you to make it worse."

"I'm practically healed," he promised, "nothing else will go wrong. I swear it."

"I don't want you to...I don't want to cause more hurt simply because of my desires," your voice was so low he struggled to hear you, but a look of concern caused his brow furrow, "not anymore than you already have been...all because of me."

"What?" he gave you a stunned look as he pulled back and turned your face up to meet his, "you blame yourself for what happened to me?"

"Yes," you blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over, "none of this would have happened to you if I...if I wasn't your wife. Its my fault, my own brother did this to you, Oberyn. I cannot help hut to blame myself for this."

"Shhhhh," he was so gentle as he brushed away your tears and tried to calm you down, "I do not blame you, I do not want you to blame yourself for this."

"You could have-"

"No," he insisted sharply, "that will never happen to me, I swear this to you. I will never leave you, my sunshine."

"Do you promise?" you sniffled.

"I promise," he sounded so sure in himself, so confident that you couldn't help but believe him, "it will take much more than a mere man to take me out of this world and away from you."

“I love you,” you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him as he held you closed, whispering soft reassurances against the side of your head as he peppered you in kisses, “I should have never doubted you or anything, my moon and stars.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he whispered, “it’s okay. We’re still new at this whole thing…we will figure it all out as we go.”

“Okay,” you pulled back and gave him a small nod, “you swear you’ll always come back to me?”

“Always,” he promised, “always.”

“Good,” you sighed softly as you leaned into his touch, “now will you tell me why you were in Honeyholt?”

“I’m afraid it’s not a very exciting reason,” he laid back down in the tub, pulling you against his chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. You were careful to try and avoid the still healing wound. Relaxing into his touch, you rested your head on his shoulder and turned to placed few kisses to his jaw, “I went because I wanted to come back with a few things to surprise you.”

“W-what?”

“I went to inquire about getting some bulbs and seeds from the flowers in your father’s gardens,” he simply said, “I know how much you loved gardening with him. I thought I could bring that here for you, in Dorne. I know the climate is different, but I did some research into which flowers and plants are most suited for the warmer weather.”

Your eyes started to prickle with tears as you reached for his hand and clutched it tightly to your chest. He had done all of that for you. 

“Oberyn,” his name fell softly off your lips, “you did that for me?”

“Of course,” he chuckled warmly as he kissed your cheek, “why wouldn’t I?”

“You are everything,” you insisted.

“I’m afraid I was not very successful,” he almost sounded like this was all fault, “your brother only gave me a few things before things went awry...I don’t think he appreciated my presence.”

“I think that is an understatement,” you insisted.

“My other objective was to ask about a possible return to Honeyholt,” he explained, “for you. I know that upon our marriage things with your family didn’t end on the best note, and I was hoping to rectify that. If nothing else, I wanted you to be able to return home for a visit, if you ever so desired.”

“You went there to speak of peace and kindness between our families, and my brother did this to you?” you turned around so you were facing him again, a frown etched deeply onto your features, “my own flesh and blood attempted to murder my husband.”

“You do not know his-”

“I do, Oberyn,” you insisted sharply, “I know. He called our own father a fool on his deathbed, he called me a disgrace because I was not married off as a child bride, he called the Dornish - our people - savages. He is a foul, loathsome person that I harbor no love for. It does not matter that we share the same lineage, the same blood, he is no family of mine. Our ancestors would be horrified by actions - he is a disgrace to the Beesbury name. I say this, and I vow it to be true, but I will never return to Honeyholt. There is nothing left there for me - the last bit of love I harbored for it died along with my father, and Waylar.”

“It does not do well to speak such words out of anger, my sweet girl,” Oberyn could practically feel the fire in your blood as he ran his hands over your back, tracing soft, aimless shapes into the flesh, “do not say something you will regret later because you are angry now.”

“I speak out of anger, yes, but I know I will not take back my words,” you exhaled slowly, “they tried to take you away from me, Oberyn. The only person that has ever loved me in such a way, the only person...I have ever loved so deeply. I do not want a life without you, and that’s what they would so willingly do. If it hadn’t been for Jeron they would have succeeded. I will never, ever forgive them for that. Never.”

“He is family-”

“No,” you quickly cut him off, your hands gently going to his face, “he is not family. Not anymore. None of them. You are family. You, Doran, Arianne, Quentyn, Ellaria, Jeron, all the girls - you are my family. Dorne is my home. Blood does not make a family, love does.”

“And I have an infinite amount of love for you,” he leaned in close, so his nose was brushing against yours, “you know that.”

“I do,” you agreed, “and I you. But I will not forgive him - nothing will change my mind. He will however to atone for his sins and I will-”

“You will do nothing,” he suggested as you pouted at him. You were not a violent, vengeful person, but you didn’t want to let him get away with anything either. He should have to suffer, just like Oberyn did...just like you did, “I know it seems easy and favorable to go and the same right back, but I have learned over the years that that is not the right choice.”

“Am I supposed to sit back and allow this?”

“No, of course not,” he answered and you just arched your brows in question, “we will show him everything he’s missing out on - love, family, happiness. We will thrive. That’s what he does not want. So we shall do everything to prove him wrong.”

You listened and watched him with the utmost adoration as he spoke, overcome with a wave of emotion. This was your husband. The man you loved and the man that loved you. How did you ever get so lucky? 

“I love you so much,” you whispered as you hugged him close to your body, wanting to feel as much of him as possible, “you’re right, of course you’re right. I don’t know what I would do without you...I was ready to storm Honeyholt myself and make him pay. I would never have forgiven him.”

“And it will be okay,” he whispered, “my body will heal and we shall carry on with our lives.”

“There is one thing,” you leaned back, kissing the tip of his nose before slowly standing up as you moved to get out of the now lukewarm water. Oberyn leaned on the side of the tub, resting his head on his arms as he watched you with a wistful smile. You grabbed a soft, fluffy towel and wrapped it around yourself before getting another for him.

“And what would that be?” he asked as you leaned to give him a kiss before reaching for his hands to help him up.

“You are never leaving my side again,” you stated firmly, leaving no possibility that it was a demand rather than a question, “wherever you go, I go.”

“That is a hard deal to pass up,” he agreed as he stood to his full height and slowly stretched as you draped the towel around him, “so I will not.”

“I wasn’t aware it was up for debate,” you gave him a pseudo-stern look as he stepped out and you took his hand, “now it’s time to get you clean clothes and back to bed. You need to rest, my prince.”

“And what of you?”

“What of me?”

“You must be exhausted as well,” he said quietly as you shrugged, trying to play it off as though it wasn’t obvious, “come lie with me. I fear I shall not rest unless you are with me.”

“And who is asking? The prince?”

“Your husband,” he whispered softly, “your friend, your confidant, your lover.”

“Then say no more,” you struggled to hold back a yawn as you pulled back the fresh, clean blankets of the bed, wasting no time in getting under them, “come on then, my moon and stars.”

Oberyn quickly joined you, pulling you into his arms before pulling the blankets over both of you, “rest now, sunshine. I will keep you safe and sound.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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Picture Perfect

Pairing ~ Johnny x reader 

Genre ~ Smut,,some fluff but mostly smut 

Warning ~ uhh unprotected sex,,creampie,,very vulgar probably the most i’ve been with a smut so far,,a sprinkle of degradation and praise here and there,,

A/N ~ I wrote this in a couple of hours after inspiration struck,,uhh if you ask me this probably the most graphic smut i’ve written so far,,i really should be focusing on finishing my other shit that I already started but what can ya do 🤷🏽‍♀️,,sorry to the people who are waiting on me to finish shit

W.Count ~ 2.2k

Pulling into the driveway you see the car’s headlights illuminate the quaint house. It’s as if you can feel your heart about to leap out of your chest, the anxiety from meeting his parents for the first time is almost overwhelming. That’s when you feel his hand grab yours tightening his grip a silent way of reassuring you that everything will be fine. “Babe, calm down I can practically hear the alarms going off in your head. Everything will be fine, I promise they’ll love you almost as much as I do.” his hand squeezes yours once more before you see the door to the house open a small kind looking Asian woman sticking her head to see who is outside. 

“It's time.” you think to yourself taking in and releasing a deep breath. You see out of the corner of your eye your boyfriend of 2 years stepping out of the car, making his way to your side. The crisp night air that hits your exposed skin brings a chill before you see his hand reach into the car and his loving gaze sets on you. You both make your way to the still open door hand in hand and it’s like your soul leaves your body as the older woman takes you into her arms immediately. 

“Y/n, oh my gosh it’s so nice to finally meet the girl I can’t stop hearing about.” You feel safe and at home in her loving arms and suddenly you’re not so scared anymore. She loosens her grip on your body standing back a little to survey your face. “You’re just as beautiful as I’ve been told.” she says and the smile on her face anything but malicious. 

“Wow mom I can’t believe you just skipped over me like that. It’s not like I’m your son or anything.” you can practically hear the eye roll in his words as they leave his mouth. 

“Ohhh my John-ah you know I love you my big baby.” and you feel the warmth from Johnny’s mom’s hug evaporate as she wraps her arms around her son. “Oh my god why are we still outside. Come in, come in.” 

Inside you meet Johnny’s father and the apparent creator of coffee. Having to stifle a laugh when you are reminded of the time Johnny told you about that. Safe to say after meeting both of his parents you come to the conclusion that you had no reason to believe they wouldn’t like you. Throughout the night you even believed at some points Johnny’s parents were more excited to see you than their own son. Which also did not go unnoticed by Johnny who made sure to voice his discontent. 

“Babe I told you, you didn’t have anything to worry about.” You both were on the way back to your shared apartment. It being late and the exhaustion that came from stressing over meeting Johnny’s parents made you pretty tired. “They loved you, I think even more than me.” he quips, his jovial laugh filling the expanse of the car.

“Yea, your mom wouldn’t stop complimenting me, I was starting to get flustered. At least now I can see where you get all of your charisma.” you chuckle placing your hand on his that sat on top of the gear shifter.

A pout makes its way onto his handsome face as you notice yourselves about to pull into your apartment complex, “I was a little salty to see my mom take my job for the night. I didn’t get to flirt with you nearly as much as I would’ve liked.” Squeezing his hand you reach into your purse grabbing the keys to the door. 

“It’s ok, you have me for the rest of your life so you can make it up to me.” you say not fully hearing what you just implied, but Johnny heard you, loud and clear. Making your way into your apartment you instantly kick off your shoes at the door, happy that you can finally change into something more comfortable. 

You and Johnny both walk into your bedroom Johnny making his way to the bathroom whilst you stand in front of your vanity taking off the clothes and jewelry you had put on for tonight. After stripping down to nothing but your bra and panties you’re in the process of taking off your necklace when Johnny walks out of the bathroom in nothing but his underwear. “God Bless Calvin Klein.” you think as he walks across the room to the closet as if it was nothing, and it usually is but tonight it wasn’t. 

You lower your upper half onto your forearms, bent over the vanity, “My, what a,” you gesture to his lower regions, “Nice sized bulge you have there.” looking into his eyes through the mirror with hopefully all the lust you currently feel. Johnny stops mid stride and looks at you, his face twisted in confusion before he sees the look in your eyes and you watch as a cocky smirk makes its way onto his face.

“Why thank you, I work it out to make sure that when it grows it’s all nice and strong.” The words fall from his lips like its second nature, playing along with what you started. You step closer to male, so close that you can feel his body heat radiate from his skin. 

“You wouldn’t mind if I,” Leaning towards his ear you make sure to lower your voice to the most seductive tone you can imagine , “Take a look.”  the breath from your words ghost over his ear and you slowly run your tongue up the expanse of his outer ear before landing a kiss on his neck. 

You can feel the low rumble in his chest before you hear it. His hands grip your sides before they make their way to your shoulders and he makes you stand face to face with him, “Be my guest.”  

Your body lowers itself before you can even realize what’s happening. Once on your knees you pull Johnny’s underwear down in one fell swoop. “You have one, lovely cock here if I do say so myself.” you drag on,“I have the burning urge to put it in my mouth,” licking your lips you look at the man standing over you, “Can I?” 

A grin etches itself onto Johnny’s face and you can see in his eyes that he is having too much fun with this. “Well that is why I work it out ma’am so please do.” Johnny’s words are like fine wine and they are most definitely getting you drunk. You take the hardening cock into your hands guiding it into your mouth. Even when not at full mass Johnny still has a monster of a dick and you feel that at times like these when he stretched your mouth to its limit. Working your tongue down his cock you make sure to not leave one spot untouched. 

Your hands find a home on his thighs gripping to steady yourself. Knowing Johnny’s cock like the back of your hand you instantly flick one of his sweet spots under the head. You can feel the wetness building up in your panties and when you massage Johnny’s balls pulling a delicious groan from him you feel like you can’t get any wetter. “Shit miss, you sure know how to suck cock. I think it’s my lucky day to have stumbled upon a slut like you, huh?” He caresses the bulge in your cheek from his dick. 

All you can give is a Mhmm taking him deeper into your mouth whilst sucking harder you hear him moan and his hand travels from your cheek to your throat cupping it where his dick bulges. “Fuck, you love my dick in your throat huh? You were so hungry for cock that you have to ask the first man you see if you could suck it.” He takes you off of his dick as you watch the line of saliva connecting you and the head of his dick. 

Johnny pulls you up and gives your face a once over, no doubt he’s looking at your swollen lips envisioning them still around cock. He picks you up sitting you on top of your vanity, his forehead rests on yours, “I have to get a taste of you.” he all but forces out of his mouth. 

Your hands make their way to his shoulders gripping them in desperation, “No, w-we can do that later. But now I just want you to fuck me, please.” you speak, lips grazing against his. Johnny takes a rough kiss from your lips pulling your underwear down and taking your bra off. He slides a finger into your dripping hole before working in two more. A moan drips off of your lips like honey followed by a whine, frustrated that it’s his fingers and not something else. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait to get my dick in here.” and although his mouth said one thing his actions said another, removing his fingers he grabs his cock rubbing it up and down your slit before positioning it at your entrance, but instead of pushing in fully he only pushes the tip in before taking it back out again. He keeps doing that, making you restless. 

“Sir, mmm please. Stick it in, please.” your legs wrap around his waist as your hips start moving trying to figure out any way it can get his cock in your cunt. He lowers his head to your neck, biting and sucking fully knowing of the marks that’ll be left behind. Against your neck you feel his tongue lick under your jawbone. 

“Mmm at least this slut knows how to beg. Maybe I’ll grant your wish but I’ll need clearer instructions first, what exactly do you want me to do.” His warm breath ghosts across your skin and you have to find every bit of patience in you. 

“I want your cock.” 

“That’s good baby now tell me where.” All the while he never stops rubbing the tip of his dick up and down your slit and slightly pushing it into your wet cavern. 

“F-fuck in,” taking a deep breath only being able to focus on the movement of his cock your mind goes blank, “Uh-uh fuck, I want your cock in mmm in my dirty cunt.” 

“Ohh I like the way you worded that. You do have a dirty cunt don’t you baby, just letting whoever wherever use it. I could make you my personal cock sleeve and you wouldn’t mind would you?” You probably resemble a bobble head the way you vigorously nod your head. A chuckle leaves his lips and he delivers a cool kiss to your neck, “That’s my little cocksleeve.” 

Like an itch being scratched you feel him push his way into your wet snatch as a moan involuntarily leaves your body and you feel him groan into your neck. His hips snap into yours at a steady pace as he delivers slow deep thrusts. “Damn, you’re like a vice. Gripping me and sucking me in,” he moves his face to be level with yours. A cocky smirk sits on his lips as he looks into your eyes, “Best damn cocksleeve out there.” 

His thrusts speed up, reaching deeper every time he enters. Your moans quickly turn into babbles as he moves his hand to your clit rubbing it just the way you like. “Look at you, barely able to form coherent words just from my cock, and to think earlier tonight you portrayed the picture perfect image of a sweet girl to my parents. When in reality you’re just a picture perfect cock hungry slut.” Dropping the role he had taken on his words continue, “But no you’re not just any cock hungry slut, you’re my cock hungry slut aren’t you baby.” his unoccupied hand comes up to wrap around your throat applying just enough pressure to cut off your airways as he lays another kiss this time on your cheek. 

“You’re my good little cocksleeve aren’t you?” your eyes practically roll into the bad of your head as all of the sensations come together at once, overwhelming you pushing you to the brink. You didn’t even feel your orgasmn coming, it just took over you by storm. Your body convulses and you’re so focused on the pleasure of your lower region that you don’t even feel the tears roll down your cheeks Johnny lovingly kissing the salty beads of water away. “That’s it baby, cum for me. You’re doing so good.” 

“Shit, you’re so tight. I-I’m about to cum.” He alerts you of his impending orgasmn, “Take it baby, take my cum.” His arm comes up to the wall behind you supporting himself as his sentence is punctuated with a moan as he forcefully cums in you creating another mini orgasm to kick off for you. You both revel in post coiatal bliss as Johnny lets you down, and your legs almost instantly give out having been turned to jello. You walk against the wall in order to make it to the bathroom so you can pee.         

Walking back in you see that Johnny has moved towards the bed the post nut clarity still in the forefront of his mind. You crawl under the covers and onto Johnny. You almost doze off to sleep until you hear his voice, “You want to get married?”.

[evnovia]

— 8:54am

+ pairing. dabi x reader  + word count. 1.174 + warnings. kinda explicit mentions of violence/wounds + author’s note. that one scene from the new suicide squad movie had me rushing home to whip this very random and unneeded scene up

Slashing through the neck of another hopeless officer, you shove his limp form into another burly man headed your way. His breathless gasp is cut short when you skewer your blade through both their bodies and effortlessly flick their dead weight off to the side as you push open the front door.

The overwhelming brightness of the light outside burns your irises, having become well accustomed to the dim interior of the police station. Your narrowed eyes scan the length of the empty street before you, nonchalantly searching for a taxi.

Trying to rub off the copious amounts of blood staining your skin only spreads the crimson colour over a larger patch of your arm, countering your attempts to clean up your ragged appearance. The torture you had undergone is horridly evident in the tattered, grisly state of your clothes, unveiling the open wounds festering in the flesh underneath.

It’s sure to be a pain in the ass later, but the adrenaline high from your murdering spree leaves you up in the mellow clouds, where your nerves fail to report the presence of the many lacerations eating away at your skin. Right now, all your concerns lie with the pint of ice cream you left waiting for you in the freezer, warning everyone in sight that their necks were on the line if they so much as looked at the frozen treat the wrong way.

To your despair, not a single soul stirs nearby—no pedestrians for you to threaten, no vehicles for you to highjack, no shops for you to snag some spare cash from. You spin around to head back to the station filled with fresh corpses before you spot a lone policeman rounding the corner of the building.

“Thank fuck,” you sigh, whipping a dirtied blade out from your belt and beginning to advance on the unsuspecting man. “I really didn’t feel like walking all the way back there. Since you’re helping me out here, I’ll end this quickly.”

He evidently catches wind of your voice, stiffening at your rapidly approaching figure. An illegally high-pitched screech rips through his vocal chords as he shakes his fists back and forth, hopping from one foot to another with his harsh features scrunched up in… elation?

You aim for his exposed neck to end the torment he wreaks upon your unsuspecting eardrums, but he swiftly dodges out of your line of fire. Huffing at the man’s agility, you suppress the tick raging near your temples from the delay in your plans. The weaklings inside the station were nowhere near this stranger’s ability.

Today’s officers didn’t prove to be as challenging as Shigaraki made them out to be, leaving you sorely disappointed by both their cowawrdly methods of torture and their physical prowess—not that you minded ripping this man’s jaw off in exchange for all your troubles. “If you don’t stay still, this might hurt a bit.”

When everything from the strands of his scraggly, unkempt hair to the royal blue fabric of his uniform begins to melt into a gray puddle, you abruptly halt in your advance. “Toga-chan?”

She howls out your name as her stark naked figure bolts into your arms with a force that nearly topples the both of you straight to the rough pavement. You carefully pocket your knife and delicately wrap what’s left of your outer coat around her shoulders, wiping the grime off her soft cheeks. “What’re you doing here?”

Toga giggles, snuggling deeper into your chest. “We’re here to save you, silly!”

Your hands around her torso tighten, still unfamiliar with the sudden throbbing that hammers at the organs within your chest. “Save me? We?”

Two towering men appear from the dark shadows behind the buildings, sauntering up to you. From the tophat and the creepy mask, you detect Mr. Compress flanked by a startled boy with jet black hair and scars covering the lower half of his face. Mr. Compress accusingly points his cane at you. “And to think Shigaraki made us come all the way over here for this.”

“He told you to save me? Shigaraki did?”

Mr. Compress hums his affirmation, and—without waiting for a response—wanders off to inspect the body count lining your bloody trail of escape, most likely to report back to Shigaraki. You stay stunned in your spot, shifting your gaze between the three of them before lamely spitting out, “I-I mean I can go back in there, the chains and ropes and everything are still there. You can come and save me as planned!”

Dabi’s deep chuckle sends a chill down your spine. “I don’t know, doll. The lack of armed soldiers guarding your cell kinda kills the fantasy.”

You can’t rip your eyes from the piercing cerulean that stares you down hungrily, exasperation and pride swirling in their depths. Stroking Toga’s locks in order to feel the pleased purring rise from her chest, you outstretch your other arm and flick your fingers as a signal for him to come closer. “I’ll let those idiots catch me again if it means you’ll come to my rescue.”

“It’s not the same.” He wolfishly smirks at your wicked countenance, features glazed over in a dangerous desire. Dabi stalks over, circling around you to bury his chin into the crook of your neck with his excessively warm chest against your back. “Couldn’t you let me swoop in as your prince charming for once?”

You croon, “‘M not sure if prince charming would be very inclined to burn down a police station with dozens of people stuck inside.”

“Ah, it seems like I never fit into that role from the very beginning then.” His hot breath fans over your ear, a tingling sensation racing over the lengths of your arms as goosebumps follow in their wake.

One of his hands sneaks their way underneath your jaw, directing your head towards him to slot his plush, dry lips against yours. His tongue traces the seam of your mouth, resorting to firmly nibbling at the corners until you grant him access past your lips, which he immediately takes advantage of. You groan, pleased with the way his tongue meshes with your own.

“That’s enough of that, you sickos.” Mr. Compress pops back out of the empty station, a hand resting on his hip. “Go get a room, preferably somewhere far away from poor Toga.”

One idle glance to the girl wrapped in your arms, making a home in the space between your collarbones, and all three of you recognize the far-off look in her eyes, coupled with the light blush dusting her cheeks. Her mind is definitely filled with delight at the extensive rivulets of blood dripping off your wounds. You stroke her cheek affectionately. “Toga-chan’s pretty little brain isn’t able to come to the phone right now, please leave a message after the beep.”

Dabi scoffs, sliding off your shoulder to waltz up to Mr. Compress’ side. “Better hurry back before Twice eats all your ice cream for breakfast.”

Your enraged gasp spurs the villains into action.

[lizbotw]

Oikawa, Akaashi, Kuroo, Kenma, and Nishinoya With a S/O that Has a RBF and Can Be Moody

Anonymous said:

Hi! Can you do Oikawa, Akaashi, Kuroo, Kenma, and Noya with an S/o that has a resting bitch face and gives off a strong “dont talk to me” aura when moody or tired?

hey! these took me a while to finish so i hope you like them ♡

Oikawa Tooru

He’s used to people praising his personality, all sweet words and thoughtful gifts. What he wasn’t used to was someone other than Iwaizumi blowing a fuse in response to his actions, especially if it was over something miniscule.

You had forgotten your water bottle in the gym after your daily P.E. class, but with your lunch period having already passed, you had no choice but to wait until the end of the school day to go pick it up, lest you get scolded by a teacher for “skipping class” and going to do something deemed “unnecessary” during their precious class time.

And so you impatiently waited out the last few classes of the afternoon before you hurried to the gym, hoping that no one had moved your bottle. (If you had to go run to the lost and found because someone had placed it there, you swore you would just about scream—you were tired and wanted to go home, plus the extra time spent going on a wild goose chase for the object meant you might actually miss your ride home if you didn’t hurry).

You shoved open the gym doors unceremoniously—after-school sports clubs were already gathering in the room for their pre-practice warmups—and you kept your eyes focused on the area in front of you, wanting to get in and out quickly.

You squinted a little at the familiar shape in your line of sight. Ah! There it is. In the distance you could make out your water bottle resting upon the same bench you had left it on, and you jogged over to it, swooping it up and slinging your backpack down and off of your shoulders in one movement. Your bag landed on the bench with a thump and the hiss of the zipper when you tugged the main compartment of the bag open were all you were focused on.

While you were shoving around a few books in your bag, trying to make room to squeeze the water bottle in, you failed to notice the intense stare you had earned from one of the very sports players you had ignored on your way in.

“Hey! Can I help you?” A chipper, smooth voice was the culprit.

You whirled around at the sound, water bottle half shoved into your already overcrowded bag.

Just your luck. The infamously chatty Oikawa Tooru had been the one to seek your company the one time you were actually in a rush. Resident pretty boy and captain of the volleyball team—of course you knew who he was.

His smile was charming and even in his normal workout clothes, you had to admit he still looked good.

And you also had to admit that while any other day this would have been a great conversation to have, right now you were so over it.

You ignored his attempt at conversation and focused on finishing up here and leaving, turning back to your bag and silently praying for the water bottle to just go in.

He was taken aback by your lack of response, but, never one to give up, he tried again.

Next to you on the bench, he gently placed down the small towel he had slung over one shoulder, along with his own water bottle, looking at you out of the corner of his eye as he set them down—he kept his grin on, although it was beginning to waver at your lack of reaction.

“This is the volleyball bench, so that’s why I was wondering if you needed something. We don’t usually let people stay and watch us practice, but you know, I’m feeling generous today so if you want to-”

You straightened up, backpack now firmly placed over your shoulders and water bottle secure inside. Your eyebrows had furrowed into an annoyed expression out of habit and thus an involuntarily glare was given to the captain. “Yeah, no thanks. I’ve got to go,” you mumbled, barely feeling like talking—seriously, how could someone have so much energy after school?

Oikawa watched as you left the same way you had come, confused and slightly appalled by your behavior. It took Iwaizumi giving him a firm punch to the arm and an order to “get back to stretching, dumbass, I’m not dealing with you pulling a muscle later and whining, I fucking swear,” to get him to go back to work.

Your interactions were minimal much of the time, but as though fate drew you together, you found yourself having many more similar interactions with the captain, much to your dismay. You didn’t hate him per say, but you definitely couldn’t stand his radiant, flirty personality when you already felt half-asleep after a long day.

First it was your friend leaving their water bottle in the same place you had and them begging you to go get it and give it to them first thing when you saw each other tomorrow because they had to go home right after school today for some reason.

Next it was someone forgetting their phone and you offering to go get it because they had done you a favor that one time a few weeks ago and you wanted to return it.

Then it was a whole textbook (what are you even doing with a textbook in the gym anyway?).

The cycle went on and on, and each and every time Oikawa was there, you used to his cliche conversation starters by now. It became a sort of routine, a game, and when your brain was clear from the throes of sleepiness later, you would mull over the interactions and realize that you actually enjoyed them.

It was quite the shock for Oikawa when he ran into you during lunch one day and you were bubblier than he had ever seen you (you were still filled with energy after a long night’s rest and school hadn’t sapped all of your vibrancy for the day just yet—plus you were excited that it was lunchtime), even being greeting him enthusiastically with a “Hey, Oikawa!” and waving to him when he had called out to you (he expected you to ignore him so he was frozen in shock for a moment at your display).

At some point, lunchtime hangouts between the two of you became the new routine, and from there the routines slowly continued to change and evolve until you two were miraculously dating. (The new routine was now stopping by the gym after school, even if you hadn’t forgotten anything there, to give him a goodbye kiss and a “Good luck with practice, babe!” before you headed home. The alternative routine was that you finally took up that offer he had made on that very first day about you staying to watch practice, and afterwards he would walk you home, you two stopping in a convenience store to buy ice cream before you got far. You both seemed the enjoy the latter a lot more.)

Oikawa, observant as he is, figured out that you become “pouty” when you were tired (you were sitting on his bed and doing homework with him when he announced that as though it was some sort of profound realization, and you hit him overhead with a pillow because why did you just described it like that, Tooru???).

He’s pretty good about giving you space when you need it, although most of the time, even if you’re sleepy or upset and don’t want to deal with anyone, he’s still liberal with the affection he gives you, knowing that you secretly love the attention. He just has to look past your sharp words to see what you really want and at this point you’re pretty sure he’s a mind reader.

When you’re not feeling tired and overworked, he knows you can actually be pretty sweet, so if he sees you staring off into the distance, your not-so-neutral resting face on, he’ll absolutely annoy the hell out of you because once you crack that million dollar smile? He’s done for (but he likes the pain of his heart beating wildly around you so it’s okay).

He’s just an absolute sucker for how angry you look most of the time but how you’re simultaneously the most supportive person he’s ever met underneath it all (in some ways it reminds him of Iwaizumi, although you’re less… prickly than Iwa seems to be much of the time; that and you don’t throw volleyballs at his head whenever he messes up a play during practice—most of the time that is).

Akaashi Keiji

The literal calmest couple ever that simply likes to stick to themselves—that’s the initial impression many have of you two.

That couldn’t be further from the truth though. Despite your outward appearance, you were quick to crack smiles around just about anyone (you got along well with Bokuto for this very reason), and Akaashi had proven to be unexpectedly playful at times as well (it was mostly around you and his team though, so that side of him was relatively unknown).

Akaashi wasn’t put off by how you appeared at all—that sort of thing didn’t really matter to him—and the faithful pairing up of you two together for a group project finally gave you the opportunity to talk.

He’s generally good with dealing with just about anyone, so while he was surprised once you started talking his ear off about the project, outwardly he didn’t so much as bat an eye, simply listening to you ramble on and responding when appropriate.

Once you two are together, quiet evenings become common, you most likely laying on his chest and scrolling through your phone while he holds a book above his head, the only noise being the flipping of the pages. Evenings like those are exactly what you need when you’re feeling overworked and want to snap at just about everything, and Akaashi is quick to soothe you—with even just a few words from him you can already feel yourself feeling better.

He secretly takes pride in the fact that others may look at your moodiness and intimidating appearance and shy away, meanwhile he’s able to actually understand you (also he has experience with Bokuto so literally just hit him with all you’ve got).

Together you two can seem pretty intimidating and unapproachable, but you also look cool as hell walking through the hallways side by side so it’s a necessary sacrifice.

Akaashi picked up the habit of taking pictures of you when you’re not looking because you look amazing with your neutral face and fierce expression, but also when you’re joking freely with him, eyes screwed shut and mouth open as laughter spills out, you’re simply stunning. He likes the duality and sees something poetic in it because of course he does.

He loves looking through his camera roll sometimes and just scrolling and seeing you simply minding your own business and looking out the window in one picture, but then getting up to all sorts of trouble in the name of fun in the next.

He’d probably be embarrassed if you found out, although he quickly realized that he also likes to show you the pictures sometimes so you can see yourself exactly how he sees you, and you have to admit that some of the shots are breathtaking with how he seems to capture you in the perfect way (the lightning, background, and of course you all look amazing because he’s Akaashi and to him every detail should be just right, especially if it involves you) and when the pictures are paired together with the others, the contrast jumps out and you have to smile at that.

Kuroo Tetsurou

A mostly empty hallway, the two of you being the only ones there, was where it all started. An entire open hallway and of course, he still managed to bump into you somehow. (To be fair, you were tapping away on your phone, complaining to your friend over text about how you just wanted to go home already and take a nap because the test last period had been exhausting, and not paying attention to where you were going at all).

To his credit, he was quick to apologize, turning over his shoulder so you would catch his words, seeing as you two were walking in opposite directions. “Ah… sorry, I guess I wasn’t paying attention.” A light chuckle on the end tied up the apology nicely by adding a charming casualness to it.

You looked up from your phone with an annoyed expression, eyes narrowed, and sighed to yourself before you turned around to reply to him. “Maybe work on that next time,” you snapped. You were clearly exasperated and Kuroo was left blinking in bewilderment at the interaction.

You two were in the same class and although you knew of each other, you weren’t exactly friends—more like acquaintances, although Kuroo was wondering if he had missed the memo on when that title had switched to sworn enemies.

He decided to test this theory and tentatively bid you “good morning” when he got to class the next day. He had almost chickened out because you looked absolutely terrifying, almost as though you were going to bite whoever so much as glanced in your general direction.

Although you seemed confused at first at the fact that he was even talking to you, you gave a small, “Good morning?” back. (It came out as more of a question, but you know what? He’ll take it.)

Okay, so… you didn’t hate him? Or at least not as much it seemed?

And so Kuroo kept this up, always the first one to say “good morning” to you each day—it was sort of like a science experiment, him trying to gauge what you thought about him and test out his hypothesis (the mystery of that interaction in the hallway is what kept him at it, even as silly as it seemed).

You asked him at one point why he suddenly started talking to you and he quickly deflected the question, afraid you would catch onto his little research experiment, even as outlandish the possibility of that happening was.

Those were the first few interactions you two had and even now when Kuroo looks back on it he has secondhand embarrassment for his past self—what was he even doing?

Nowadays, now that you’re finally dating, he doesn’t question your moodiness, knowing that everyone has off days. He has also finally figured out that you two were never sworn enemies in the first place (although he thinks that this love story would have been way more interesting if that had been the case).

Whenever you’re staring off and looking serious, Kuroo loves to pinch your cheeks to snap you back to reality and even as often as he does it, you fall for it every time and honestly he can deal with the death glare you give him because then the small smile you can’t conceal comes out right afterwards (what he can’t deal with though is you withholding kisses from him because you said he didn’t deserve them after pinching you three times in the span of two hours, so after that one time you learned that that punishment was horribly ineffective because so clingy throughout it).

If you’re looking tired, simply down on your luck and annoyed at life, he doesn’t let it affect him and knows not to take it personally, slipping you a cup of tea to help you calm down and clear your mind, and sitting across from you at the kitchen table and watching you as you sip at the drink, ready to talk whenever you want. His affection is quiet in those moments, but you welcome it as much as you do his grand gestures of love—he always brings each type of support out at just the right moment and you find it hilarious that he had ever thought that you could hate him (you could never, not when he was like this).

Kenma Kozume

The fact that the first impression he had of you was that you weren’t in-his-face hyper was jarring enough—he was used to his teammates and their high energy shenanigans, so you were an anomaly in his eyes.

He wouldn’t exactly make a first move, or at least not for a while, but in class when he’s bored, head in his palm, elbow on the table, and drumming his pen against his desk absentmindedly, he would watch you out of the corner of his eye.

You confused him. You had tons of friends, Kenma knew that much about you, and he always overheard people talking about how much fun you were to talk to, yet here he saw none of that rumored playfulness. You were stone-faced as the teacher droned on, rigid in your movements as you copied down the notes from the board robotically.

Watching you write reminded him that he should probably do the same, but even as he went back to trying to focus on that day’s lesson and stared down at his notebook, you stayed on his mind.

He knew that not everyone always outwardly showed their entire personalities, but he had been watching you for what felt like forever and you never so much as cracked a smile. Surely that was unusual?

Kenma found himself itching to just walk up to you and say something—he hated not being in the know and… you seemed approachable enough. Even when he came to the conclusion to stir up a casual conversation with you to finally put his mind at rest, he was still surprised with himself when he actually did it.

He was even more surprised when you instantly brightened up when he talked to you, polite in your responses, yet not stiflingly so, the conversation flowing easily as you two jumped from one topic to another—he wasn’t even exactly sure what you two discussed, just that the words kept flowing out of him as he followed your lead, and for some reason he didn’t want it to end.

He’s not sure how it happened, but that one time conversation soon turned into multiple conversations and he found himself getting strangely attached to you, your excitable personality growing on him as time passed.

Kenma found it endearing how you could be upbeat and ready for an adventure most of the time, but that those times when you simply got tired or weren’t in the mood, you were the complete opposite, either wanting to talk to no one, or claiming that you wanted to talk to no one and secretly actually wanting someone to let you rest your head on their shoulder and just hold you (that’s what he was there for).

If he can tell you’re not in the mood to socialize, he won’t force you to do anything or talk about it if you don’t want to. He’s good at picking up the little cues you put out and you love him all the more for it.

Kenma knows what it feels like to just want some alone time, so it’s common for you two to just hang on in one of your bedrooms on weekends, each of you doing your own thing and not bothering one another. Sometimes one of you will just get up and move closer to the other person, cuddling up under their arm, and no words will be exchanged the entire time. (If you’re sitting between his legs while he plays a video game, he likes to lean down and give you a quick kiss on the forehead whenever he feels like it—come on, you’re right there, how could he possibly resist?)

Nishinoya Yuu

He’s used to Kiyoko outright ignoring him, and even any harsh words from her have him running to go tell Tanaka the “good news” about their latest interaction, so he wouldn’t be put off by your seemingly cold demeanor at all. In fact, he may be even more intrigued. He likes the chase after all.

You were sitting in class one day during a break, spacing off and simply watching your other classmates mingle around the room, and Nishinoya saw this as the perfect opportunity to talk to you, bounding over to you with a spring in his step.

He leaned down close to you, a mischievous smirk matching the playful lilt in his voice. “Hey, (Y/N)-”

He stopped short though when you turned to him smiling and returned the greeting without missing a beat. Wait, what?

In class you always looked bored out of your mind, or just plain angry to be here, unamused look in your eyes and the corners of your mouth downturned. He hadn’t seen you out of the classroom that much, or if he had, you had never been with your friends (so he had missed all the times when you joked around with them), either standing in the hallway alone waiting for someone and on your phone, or walking out of the school after class to head home and looking like you would absolutely fight anyone who prevented you from doing so. Even during group work in class, you were closed off—you had spoken the bare minimum during the majority of that one time that he had been paired up with you.

But now? You were a literal ray of sunshine. Nishinoya blinked at the sight, eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights—and then a giant grin spread across his face. He liked this.

His constant high energy is a great contrast to your sometimes “just done with everything” appearance (also school was absolutely tiring, so it was more likely to catch you in one of your sleepy, unenthusiastic phases than not during particularly high stress weeks).

He’s amazing at dealing with the times you just don’t want to interact with anyone besides him, never forcing you to speak if you’re tired and instead filling up the empty space in the air with his own words while you lean against his chest, you two on his couch and watching a movie during the weekend.

He thinks you’re absolutely badass and the fact that people are easily intimidated by you at first glance is just awesome to him like yes! That’s his baby right there! You should be scared! (But then, of course, people come to realize you’re actually a giant teddy bear inside.) He may or may not ask you to give Asahi some confidence pointers because you both can give off the same energy at times.

Even when you’re in a bad mood, Nishinoya is as vibrant as ever and has an infinite amount of energy and love to devote to you. Sit down with him and just vent all of your frustrations and he’ll make you feel better about everything, hyping you up if you display any sort of worries, and actually racking his brain for solutions to your problems if you ask for his opinion on what you should do (it’s adorable when he sits there with his thinking face on, going full on serious boyfriend mode).

[hhunjins]

[7:09 pm]

Bang Chan; “It’s you, it always has been” + “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids” (fluff)

Word count: ~1000

Warnings: alcohol, language

The phone doesn’t even finish its first ring when you hear his voice. “Y/n? Why are you calling me? Aren’t you in the middle of a date right now?”

“Can you come pick me up?” You let out a shaky sigh that jolts Chan into action. You can hear him fumble with the phone for a moment as he drops whatever he’s doing.

“Yeah, of course. Where are you?”

“The Italian place near the library,” you mumble.

“I’ll be there in ten, I promise,” Chan says hurriedly. “Are you okay?” he dares to ask. His voice is softer this time, like he’s treading on thin ice.

“Just hurry. I feel like shit.”

True to his words, Chan gets there in ten minutes. His hair is a mess and he looks slightly sleepy, but he’s dependable. Always dependable. He gets out of the car, even if it’s parked illegally on the side of the road, and takes you into his arms, squeezing you in his warm embrace. “Not good?” He lets out a sigh when you shake your head. “Give me the word and I’ll beat him up for you,” Chan mutters as he tucks your head under his chin.

You let out a dry laugh. “I’m over it. Just annoyed. Can we go back to your place and eat chicken?”

“Funny you suggested that because I ordered before I left.”  

Your arms tighten around his middle. “You’re the best.”

Chan has been by your side ever since you moved into the house next door back in middle school. He’s still here now, nearly twelve years later, living three doors down the hall. You’ve been through thick and thin together, even after drifting because of a nasty fight. You always came back to one another.

He knows you like the back of his hand. Well enough to know that putting on a movie as background noise as you sit on the floor with a bucket of chicken and a 6-pack of beer in his living room is the best way to comfort you. Well enough to stop you from popping open the top to another can and redirecting you to the bucket of chicken instead.  

“Men suck!”

Chan snorts, reaching over with a napkin to wipe the grease off your lips.

Your fingers wrap around a drum and you pull it out, taking a slow bite. You can’t really taste the chicken with how fuzzy your head feels but it feels nice to fall into the rhythmic pattern of chewing on something. You’re not really paying attention to the movie either, just watching colors flash across the screen.

Chan’s eyes watch you with both concern and amusement. “This guy really messed you up, huh?”

“He was a jerk and made dumb eyes at the waitress while on a date with me!”

Chan sighs for the umpteenth time, picking through the bucket of greasy fried chicken for a drumstick. “Maybe you should take a break from blind dates.”

You think about it for a whole five seconds before shaking your head. “I just want to know what it’s like to be in love and to be loved, you know?”

Chan pauses with his hand hovering over the bucket. He thinks about your words for longer than you did with his. “I do,” he finally says. “It’s hard. Being in love.”

His words swirl around in your head, and the little part that’s still lucid wonders who Chan is in love with that’s making it so hard for him. You’d fight them for him if he wanted you to. Chan would be an amazing boyfriend. “Who’s making it hard for you? Why don’t I know about this?” you bellow, waving your drumstick in the air. “Say the name. I’ll fight them!”

Chan lets out a short bark of laughter, eyes filled with fondness. The small smile doesn’t leave his face even when you stop waving your drumstick-turned-weapon and take a bite out of it instead. “You.”

Your jaw goes slack for a moment before you realize you’re still chewing on food and snap it closed again. Despite how silly you probably looked, Chan is still watching you with the same small smile and soft eyes.

“Wait? Me?” You point your drumstick at yourself.

He nods. “It’s you. It always has been.”

Hearing it a second time doesn’t make it any better. You almost choke on your food so you just end up spitting it out into a napkin. “Me?” you repeat.

“If I have to say it again, I’m gonna take it back.”

“No! You can’t do that!”

Chan puts two hands on your cheeks and squishes them, effectively stopping your whining. “I love you,” he says. There’s an uncharacteristically serious look in his eyes that makes your heart pick up. “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

“Kids?” you repeat in a small voice.

“Yeah. After you went to one of my swim meets even though you hated sitting in the sun and getting splashed on the sidelines. Since then.”

You blink at him a few more times, a slow smile creeping onto your face as you stare into his eyes. You’ve always liked how soft and warm they made him look. Chan was soft and warm. His hands on your face are too. “Okay,” you reply.

“Just okay?” Chan presses his thumbs into your cheeks, a slow pink blush creeping up to his ears. “That’s it?”

“How else am I supposed to react? I’ve never gotten to the point of confessing feelings before. But I like it. I like you.”  

Chan lets out a short laugh, his eyes crinkling into little crescent moons. “Okay.”

There is a short moment where you feel like you’re floating on top of the world. You can see the curly wisps of hair that tickle Chan’s forehead and the little freckles dotted across his cheekbones from how close he’s holding you. Wait. When did he get that close?

It catches you by surprise when Chan swoops in to give you a swift kiss. There’s a tingly feeling that lingers where his lips meet yours and you find yourself chasing for another when he pulls away.

Chan laughs, and kisses you again.