#after a couple of months i can probably start going to the gym again

[ningningkittie]

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[syoddeye]

down the hatch / badgering

141 x f!reader | ~1.9k | series page tags: p in v sex, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, bad jokes, manipulation, spanking, manhandling a/n: you know that tunnel scene in willy wonka and the chocolate factory? that's how it feels when i write this. a hoot and a half. banner by @/cafekitsune.

it’s an adjustment. living with roommates again. roommates who refuse to leave, thanks to all the death and destruction outside. convenient excuse, really.

no more naked mornings. you could go tits out—they fucking do—but you’re not entirely without reason. as salivating as they are, the hunks are your enemies.

even if they’ve showered, trimmed, and got some of the bloodstains out of their clothes. 

even if soap makes canned meat and powdered eggs palatable, whipping up a spam and rice bowl for you without asking.

even if gaz finds a five-hundred-piece puzzle on a scavenging trip and bites his tongue when you bat his hand away when he tries to help sort the pieces.

even if ghost slips a game of hangman under your door at lights out, and lets you guess a couple of letters each night. (first word? ‘wanker’. second? ‘larynx.’)

even if john—well, wait, no. the asshole hasn’t made a peace offering. probably because he knows you won’t honor them or because he’s sore about the whole ‘no cool nickname’ thing. whatever.

at night, alone in your room, you plot. how does one evict four man-roaches? make living with you worse than living outside.

in a weird way, your austrian neighbor and his aspirations for a fucking von trapp family: the squeakuel comes in handy. he hoarded all types of junk.

soap’s your guinea pig. he’s moody. something’s always itching under his skin. he snaps at the other men too easily and watches you like a dog admiring meat hanging off a bone. opportunity arrives one morning when john and gaz head topside and ghost settles in the living room. you corner the scotsman in the bunker’s tiny gym.

you linger in the doorway, fixated on the dark shapes under soap’s armpits. his mohawk sags, beads of sweat streaking over the freshly shorn hair. down his flexing muscles. and the grunting, christ. it’s a peek into heaven, which makes ruining it difficult.

without a word, you plop onto the other bench and take up the clarinet you found in your room. channeling the gusto of gus polinski, you wet your lips. how hard can it be? you don’t know polka, but you know rossini.

soap’s head snaps at the opening notes, nearly fumbling a pair of dumbbells, his face a flurry of anger, amusement, and annoyance. it’s a valiant effort, his ignoring you, but in the end, you only make it halfway through your best attempt at the william tell overture before he cracks. he rips the instrument from your hands and tosses it aside. he stands over you, smelly and slick, breathing heavily through his nose. 

you end up dragging him to your room.

soap is the definition of a romp in the sheets. a no-holds-barred deathmatch. it’s the first dick you’ve caught in months, and what a reintroduction. a miracle the bed survives. he starts with his mouth sealed to your clit, tongue working like it’s making up for lost time, as if your cunt and his face go way back. it’s refreshing, but you saw how fast he dropped to his knees for gaz.

two orgasms slip out by the time he wrenches off his damp clothes, chin glistening and eyes glittering. he goes cross-eyed the second his dick slaps against your folds, and you laugh at his desperate groaning when he sinks in. though, your laughs are choked off by his sudden, furious thumbing of your clit. (you punch him in the stomach—ignoring the filthy moan that elicits—and hiss out, “a genie isn’t gonna come out, stop fucking rubbing so hard!”) he ends up coming on your stomach and contorts to lick it off, muttering little gratitudes into your skin. it’s…cute. kind of gross, but cute. you kick him out after a power nap.

soap’s a wash. ba-dum tish. try, try again.

you set your sights on gaz. he’s tricky.

it quickly becomes apparent he’s the best at scavenging. smug about it, too, which you leverage. his ego’s easy enough to feed despite his unease. all it takes is batting your lashes and complimenting his hauls.

amazing. this must be the last jar of berbere ever.

pads? for me? so considerate, i’m stunned.

a mostly intact game of monopoly? wow, here, i thought we were done with landlords and taxes.

it’s simple. you begin with small requests. toothpicks. socks. lip balm. when he returns, he drops the goods in your lap like a cat with a mouse. stares at you with those pretty eyes while you lay it on thick. 

you escalate. either he’ll die on your absurd fetch quests or go crazy trying to fulfill them. brand new period panties. a specific type of hair dye. unopened baby lotion. naturally, he can’t find any of them. he still delivers approximations—granny pants, food coloring, and half a bottle of moisturizer—with a hopeful smile you crush under feigned hums of disappointment. ah, well, if this is the best you can do. it chips away at him. his smiles tighten.

you figure he’ll make a dumb mistake on his next outing out of some fucked desperation, and you’ll be down a roach. but after you tell him to keep an unopened pack of nail varnish because they aren’t your colors, he loses it. this time, you’re dragged to bed.

gaz pins you to the mattress, one hand on your throat and the other shoved into your leggings. pupils blown to the point where they’re shark-like. you’d spare a thought for all the poor creatures dead in aquarium tanks across the globe if he wasn’t hellbent on shoving a third finger in.

“so bloody irritating,” gaz seethes. “spoiled and greedy. have you always been a brat, or am i special?”

you spend your ration of oxygen wisely. “i think you think you’re special.”

for that, your knees meet your chest, and your pussy nearly chokes his dick. or so he tells you, pure filth spewing from his mouth. you giggle madly through the slight pinch of pain, mirroring the feral grin on his face. he’s big, and you could be wetter, but you’re not on your back for good behavior. he’s happy to tell you about that, too. how awful you are.

disappointingly, it doesn’t take long for him to lose his grasp on language. a shame, given his shit talk. 

he bats your hand away from your clit when you try to coax your orgasm along. clicks his tongue, eyes half-mast, and smirks. “gonna be good? gonna thank me?” 

in another world, you’d nod. whatever you say, beautiful. in this world, however, you flip the bird, and he flips you.

gaz pants like a bull, pulling you back onto his cock with an iron grip on your hips. his hand comes down across your ass, but there’s this je ne sais quoi missing. it’s the thought that counts, you guess.

after he makes a mess, you fully expect gaz to continue his tirade. instead, he finds a towel. he rolls you over and tucks you in. thanks you. it’s a shame memoirs are meaningless now as the perfect title comes to mind: ‘bunker bumping: backshots in the apocalypse’.

okay. zero for two. historically, settling for 50% isn’t unlike you. 

back at the drawing board, you reevaluate. annoying the men to death hasn’t worked, and they’re exceptionally durable in dogshit conditions. each day, they get closer to rigging the equipment necessary to contact their ‘friends’, seemingly unperturbed by your efforts. in fact, they seem more comfortable. at home. they poke around the utility room to assess what needs maintenance or improvement. the nerve.

it’s untenable. no matter what that dumb voice in your head insists, you miss solitude. miss not having an audience. you want to watch leon and the silence of the lambs without commentary. dance naked. leave the toilet door open. 

you withdraw.

the bedroom becomes your bunker within the bunker. you take meals alone. painstakingly move your puzzles and hoard books. shower at night after they go to bed. ignore them in the halls. keep your mouth shut when someone addresses you. it’s a fruitless endeavor, keeping your head in the sand, but a part of you hopes if you become as unobtrusive as possible, they’ll forget you exist. after all, they have each other. they put those squeaky single beds through the wringer.

problem is, you don’t account for scragglebeard himself. nosy fucker. 

it happens on shower night. towel-clad and testy, you trudge from the bathrooms and find your door open. you freeze in the hall, hearing clinking sounds and lowered voices. gaz and soap emerge, ferrying dishes and dirty clothes, not sparing so much as a glance. your stomach twists, immediately jumping to the worst-case scenario. they’re reclaiming the space, and they’re finally going to kill you.

unfortunately, it’s not so simple.

“whatever this is,” john sternly says the second you enter the room, “we’re going to fix it.”

ghost traipses past, arms full of unopened cans and more dishware. you glare at his back, then turn to john.

“get the fuck out.”

he chuckles. “sweetheart, what’s not clickin’? this isn’t just your shelter anymore.”

“got it,” ghost reenters, a roll of duct tape held aloft. 

well. you had a nice run. sure, the calamity was a setback, but considering you probably lasted longer than everyone you ever hated, present company aside, that’s a tick in the win column. 

however, ghost doesn’t bind your limbs or cover your mouth. he crouches at the ventilation shaft connecting our rooms, rips off several pieces of tape, and covers most of the grid. “you fuckin’ talk in your sleep.” he points at the small hole he left uncovered and stands. “my bed’s right through ‘ere. it’s fuckin’ unsettlin’.” grumbling, he shuffles out once more.

john’s not shy about scanning you from top to bottom, but apparently, he doesn’t like what he sees. he turns away. “what are we missing?”

you pick through what’s left of your clean clothes. “loaded question.” poking your head through a shirt, you shimmy the towel to your hips.

“where else would you find a clarinet?”

“up your–” he glares over his shoulder, and you smile sweetly. “there’s a small storage space in the closet here. it’s empty now.”

“we found the surveillance room and utilities. it stands to reason that there are others.” john scratches his chin, watching you like a hawk as you pull on shorts. 

“oh. you think?”

“i do.”

“well, think outside of my room. i’m going to bed.” you move to the bed and listen to john close the distance. he hovers, his breath hitting your neck in an exasperated huff. it sends a shiver down your spine. you bet he’s got what gaz was missing—experience behind the swing of his palm.

“like it or not, sweetheart, we’re sticking around. now, i’d prefer it if we kept things civil. based on what the boys told me, i know you’re capable of being friendly.”

it’s not the smartest decision in the world, wheeling on a man trained to kill. he catches your wrist as it winds up and twists it sharply behind your back. with one solid push, you get a mouthful of linen as your body promptly hinges at the waist. an angry string of obscenities gets lost in the sheets. you’ve never been so humiliated. or breathtakingly aroused.

john tuts.

“bad call, badger.”

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hiii! Do you think Harry stopped growing at 17? If he was as tall as James in DH I would imagine he was taller than his father. I have three brothers and my family is full of male cousins and they all had growth spurts after 17. I could see him growing another couple of inches after the war. His mind and body is finally at peace after 16 years. I always hc him to be 6’0-6’2 at the age of 21.

As far as Harry being scrawny… aren’t most teenage boys? My brothers were into sports and didn’t get into the gym until they were done with high school. With the profession he’s in I would assume fitness would be a requirement for the role. Yeah, you have a wand but what if it breaks or you lose it? He has a huge target on his back having defeated the darkest wizard of all time, and I can’t imagine him not learning how to physically defend himself and his loved ones. I don’t see him a huge buff gym junky, but I do see him as someone who has a lean athletic figure and someone who concentrates more on leg day than arm day. I think going to the gym would be an escape for him and help him decompress. I know the hp world prefer a shorter skinny hero (probably because of Daniel Radcliffe) who looks like an underdog, however every underdog grows up and barely anyone has the same physique as their teenage self.

Honestly, all this differs a lot with genetics. Harry's growth spurts in the books reminds me of my younger brother. Like, my brother was like 5'2 at 15, then, in like, one month near his 16th birthday, he grew to 5'10 and when he was around 19 he grew again by two inches. So, Harry could definitely still grow taller, but we don't really have a way to know.

Like, men can still grow in height until their late 20s, and it's possible James didn't even finish his growth since he died at 21, so he might've grown even taller if he survived to 25. Like, that's possible. I just don't really have evidence for or against besides saying, yes, it's possible, but I wouldn't call it likely since it's highly individual and based on genes. Like, I know guys who stopped growing at 16 and have been stuck at the same height since then. I also know guys who are 25 and still grow taller. It's the magic of genetics.

Muscle mass, physique, and the ability to gain weight are also heavily dependent on genetics and age. Men in their teens and early 20s usually have a much higher metabolic rate, which keeps them lean regardless of how much they eat (again, genetics play a big role here and this isn't true for everyone). Physical activity like Quidditch, would make the already fast metabolism faster. This naturally fast metabolism, combined with certain genetic makeup, can leave you looking lean regardless of how much you go to the gym as well. Some men need to reach their mid-20s before they can actually start gaining the weight necessary to appear buff.

I think Harry would look less lean as he got older. Like, I can hardly imagine a Harry in his mid to late 30s being as lean as 16-year-old Harry. I think his physique will change as he grows, as happens to most people. But I agree with you I don't see him as a super buff gym dude at any point in his life. He's always on the leaner side in my head, but this is all in headcanon territory since it isn't covered by the books.

I would like to add that all the super short and scrawny descriptions of Harry come from the first 4 books when these descriptions are correct. In book 6 Harry is thin, but no one describes him as a scrawny boy with knobbly knees past book 4. Not even he himself. So I definitely see Harry of the final 3 books as more lean than scrawny.

And yeah, you're right about Radcliffe messing up everyone's mental image of Harry, both in looks and personality. It's one of the things that bother me most about the movies. And, everyone can headcanon whatever they want, but I personally don't like short Harry (when he's older, when he's 14, make him short). It's not his canon character and when writers write him short, it's sometimes accompanied by him being written as too passive and meek for my liking because Harry James Potter is not passive or meek. (Radcliffe Harry in the movies is much more passive, hence the skewed mental image I mentioned, but I digress).

Besides, while malnourishment and food intake could affect one's growth, people tend to overlook the 6 years of Hogwarts and Molly's food which would be a huge boost during his puberty years in which he's having most of his growth. Additionally, some people's food intake matters less to their physical development than others — again, I can't stress enough how specific genetic makeup is super important in all this discussion.

TL;DR

Harry might grow taller to be 6' or 6'2. We don't have any evidence for or against really, so it's up to your preference on what you want to headcanon. But it's definitely super possible. If Lily was taller than the average it would even be likley (but I couldn't find any notes on Lily's or Petunia's height). In the books, he is very lean, and it's a combination of a lot of different factors working together: his lifestyle, genetic makeup, and yes, being a teenage boy with the fast metabolism that comes with it. As Harry grows up, he'd probably want to stay fit, but to what degree is also in personal headcanon territory (I personally don't like him becoming an Auror, but that's my preferred headcanon. I still see him staying pretty fit out of paranoia, sort of. I mean, he spent all his teenage years with a Damocles sword over his head. He literally died. I think he's allowed to be a little hypervigilant after that. I mean, he already is, but you get the point).

[konigsluvr]

Hey hey! I'd like to request König headcanons please. I was thinking more of his childhood but it can be anything really :D thanks x

Also I'm an Avatar fan too! Don't seem to know a lot of people who are into both #teamneteyam

Hey!! I looooove Avatar so much, I haven't been reading it much lately but 2 months ago I was on tumblr all day, everyday just reading various Avatar fics (best days of my life). I miss neteyam so much :(( I really hope this is to your liking<3 i have included some NSFW headcannons, but there will be a warning, if you are uncomfortable, just skip. Reposts are highly appreciated. I will literally marry you. And of course, here I present...

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König Headcanons

Includes: Childhood König. König x fem!reader. Fluff. Spice. Smut.

☆ As said in his biography, he has suffered from severe social anxiety throughout his life. This probably started developing in maybe late childhood/early teens.

☆ I can picture him as the quiet kid in school. Had a couple chill friends that he was comfortable around and hung out with after school.

☆ I think König was average grade student (like me lmao), not bad grades but not super good either, he just did what he had to do at school.

☆ He liked helping around the house so he could contribute and help his parents save time.

☆ He applied to the military at 17, having a job that allows him to blow off steam would help with his anxiety sometimes but if it's a more dangerous mission than usual, his anxiety might peak but he could have coping mechanisms.

☆ Even though he is 6'10" and literally all muscle, he can't stay still. Due to his anxiety again, he is fidgety at times depending on the social situation he is in. Now this leads onto the relationship stuff.

☆ With him being fidgety, I feel his love language is physical touch. He can sometimes struggle with his words but you always know that he loves you when he cuddles you or does little things like playing with your hair or holding your hand whenever you are in public.

☆ König isn't the best at working with technology but you'll show him how he can text you and phone you, so whenever he has free time at base or whenever he isn't with you, expect him spamming you with texts because he misses you so much :((

☆ He has a gym at home for when he wants to work out but with him having such a physical job he doesn't feel the need to workout everyday, maybe 3 or 4 times a week when he's home with you but at base he'll do it more as its like the only thing to do there.

☆ He enjoys going on walks. When he's home with you he'll love going on a walk in the woods or just wondering around town with you, go shopping to get food for supper or something, he'll sneakily buy flowers to surprise you. At base, he sometimes can't sleep well so he'll just walk around for some fresh air to clear his mind.

☆ His down time with you would be watching your favourite show or a random movie. He would do it just to cuddle up or be with you but he will get invested. Like I watched the notebook last night and I was thinking about König crying as you watch the notebook together.

☆ Like you'll be watching the movie and a sad scene comes up, you are already crying and you hear a sniffle but it isn't from you. You turn to your left and see a tear rolling down Königs cheek. This will make you cry harder as you wipe away his tears and cuddle into his neck.

☆ With König having a high payed job, he has a lot of money that he doesn't know how to spend. Lucky him, he has you. You would tell him its no bother, that you have enough clothes and pretty jewellery to last you a lifetime but he drags you to the car to your favourite store and you can't help but give in.

☆ He would get a former guard dog and train it to only command you and him, this dog would stay at home with you all the time. You would take it out walks and just spend your whole day with it. He wants to make sure you are safe all of the time.

NSFW AHEAD!!

☆ He likes to take it slow, make ethereal love to you and treat you like your made of glass. You would let a few tears roll down your cheek from his sweetness.

☆ Pussy eater!!! He is like a god with his tongue. Worships your clit like its his favourite thing while his fingers work in and out of you. It doesn't matter if you are crying from overstimulation, you have a safe word. His only mission is making you cum.

☆ Loves face sitting, literally just loves your pussy on his face and your thighs pushing against the side of his head. You would tell him that you are too heavy, he huffs frustrated and pulls you down on him and instantly gets to work. Let's just say, you forgot about what you said 3 seconds ago.

☆ Breeding kink. Sorry, not sorry. In all his fantasies about you, it's you all pretty n pregnant with his baby. You will have that pregnant woman glow and he just can't keep his hands off of you. He doesn't really wear condoms but you'll usually be on the pill, he still struggles to pull out but it's nearly impossible for him. But when he does cum in you, he finds it the sexiest thing ever. He'll use his fingers to plunge his load back into you to feed his growing hunger.

☆ He loves when you top him and take your time with him, but he also enjoys being in charge and having his sole focus on you, even if you just came for the fourth time from his tongue and his cock is rock hard.

☆ The ratio between him giving you head and you giving him head is very diverse. He loves a good blowie but only does it when you want to, he will never ask you.

☆ Isn't one for quickies, he wants to take his time with you. He wouldn't like the risk of someone else seeing you being intimate with him, that is a sight only for him to see.

☆ Isn't afraid to make noise in the bedroom. Whimpering. Moaning. Whining. Groaning. He does it all.

I hoped you liked this!! If you have any more requests don't be shy. Stay safe and take care of yourself my lovies xx

[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 33

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Reader finally moves to Detroit with Marshall and gets used to living with him and getting to know him even better. She is on cloud nine... Until she learns she's going to meet someone special.

Tags : Fluff - Smut - Bit of angst

Author's Note : I hope you enjoy the chapter ❤️

Y/N’s POV 

After you finally landed in Detroit, you spent almost two days sleeping, trying to fight the jetlag. Marshall seemed to be dealing with it pretty well, probably because he was so used to traveling. You, on the other hand, were really suffering from it and it wasn’t only affecting your sleep schedule, on the rare occasions you were awake, you also had trouble focusing, which did not help you get reacquainted with the house. You didn’t think you would have much trouble settling in, since you had spent so much time there before moving back to Paris, but actually moving in with your boyfriend was a bit different : you had to learn where everything was located and you got familiar with Marshall’s quirky ways, like how he organized the pantry and his weird tidying up habits, that were really different from yours. Also, you hadn’t really thought about the fact that you might feel ill-at-ease in the house, but it was definitely the case. Your boyfriend was incredibly welcoming and made a point of saying that it was your house too, but it didn’t feel like it. Every piece of furniture reminded you of the fact that he had lived there for about twenty years and had lived a full life in it before you were in the picture. You weren’t jealous per se, but it felt weird, like you were starting from scratch and he was already on level 20. So far, the corner you managed to claim as yours was the bedroom, probably because you spent so much time sleeping and fighting off jet lag. On the third day, though, you managed to wake up at a decent time and found Marshall training in the home gym. The sight of him bare chested and all sweaty doing some push ups was definitely a nice way to start your day. 

Hey sleeping beauty, he said as he got up to kiss you. Didn’t expect to see you awake until a couple of hours at least. 

I think I’m starting to run on american time again, you giggled. You know, if I had known I’d see this in the morning, I would have fought the jet lag harder… 

Just got back to it today, he chuckled. Gotta start training back, after all that pasta in Italy. You don’t want me to get all chubby, now, do you ? 

I wouldn’t mind, you said as you ran your hand over his stomach. The more of you the better. 

How about you help me shower ? He asked with a smirk. You’ll get to see more of me. 

Are you really propositioning me this early in the morning, Marshall ? 

Haven’t seen much of you for three days, you know, he chuckled. 

Now I wonder how you managed for six months, you giggled. 

Not going to lie, it was hard. Pun intended. Are you coming or what ? 

Actually, your man having his way with you in every room and against every single piece of furniture did a great job helping you feel at home in the house. In the following days, you spent a lot of time doing each other but not getting much else done. After a while, though, you decided to finally unpack the few things you had taken with you. To be fair, it wouldn’t take too long and your things would not take much space either, seeing as you only had the bare essentials. You might as well start a blog on minimalism, at this rate. At least, you wouldn’t spend too much time choosing what to wear, your options being somewhat limited. 

Last chance to reconsider this whole me moving in thing, you said playfully as you opened your suitcase. 

Not a chance, he chuckled before kissing your cheek. 

Do you think you can spare a drawer in your closet for my stuff ? You asked. 

No need, he shrugged. You can have a whole closet. The house came with his and hers. 

Fancy, you giggled. Although, I would have thought your centipede ass would have taken over the second one for your sneakers… 

I did, he chuckled. But I freed up the space the day after we arrived, while you were sleeping like a baby. 

You’re the best. Although we can definitely share the space, I literally only need a drawer, you said as you pointed to your suitcase. 

I guess you’re going to have to shop, he said with a smile. 

I will, when I have a job, you said. 

Why wait ? He asked. 

Money, you shrugged. 

He rolled his eyes and handed you his credit card. You looked at him without taking it, waiting for him to put it back in his pocket. He stared back, not moving. It was like a silent argument. He had told you before that he was intent on taking care of you in every way possible, but you had your pride and there was no way in hell that you would shop with his hard earned money. You were already moving into his giant house, coming back from an expensive holiday in Europe that he had paid for, wearing a watch and a bracelet that, combined, probably cost more than what you had made in the past year. 

Just take it, he finally said. 

Put that back, you said. I can wait. 

You barely have enough clothes to go through a washing cycle, he pointed out. 

I’ll just borrow yours, then, you playfully retorted. Or walk around naked. But I am not taking advantage of your money. 

I kind of like the idea of having you walk around the house naked, he replied with a smirk. And you know I love it when you wear my stuff. But seriously, you don’t have to be so noble. It’s no big deal. 

I’m not a kept woman. And there is no way I will act like a trophy girlfriend and have you pay for my stuff. All of this is already too much, you said as you gestured around you. 

Technically, it would benefit me too, you know ? He pointed out. I like undressing you. Let’s not underestimate the importance of wrapping paper around the present… 

And what would the ideal wrapping paper look like ? You asked. 

Lingerie, obviously, he giggled. I like the lacy stuff. Can I confess something ? 

Go ahead, you chuckled. 

You know, the black lace bodysuit you wore in the picture that leaked last year ? He asked. It drove me absolutely crazy. I deleted the picture, out of respect for you, but I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t been in a few dreams of mine. 

Oh really ? You asked playfully. Too bad I don’t have it anymore. 

You have no idea what I would do to you if I saw you wear this thing, he said. 

I’ll put it on my list, then, you said with a wink. 

Or you could buy it right now, he said as he waved his card in front of your face. As a congratulation present for the album’s success ? Or early Christmas ? And let’s not forget that Thanksgiving is just around the corner, so, really… 

You couldn’t help but giggle. He reminded you of a kid asking their parents for a new video game. He was making puppy eyes at you, batting his eyelashes and whispering “please, please, please ?”. You rolled your eyes and ended up caving in. “Fine, you said. Only lingerie, though.”, you mumbled. Without a second of hesitation, he grabbed your iPad. For someone who often played dumb when it came to technology, he was incredibly proficient. In a couple of seconds, he had ten tabs open on various lingerie websites. He had a fancy taste in lingerie and definitely had a lot of ideas on what he would like you to wear, leading you to think he had given it some thought for a while. What initially started in a search for one lacy black bodysuit ended up in Marshall adding tons of things to the cart because “shipping is an ecological disaster so you might as well make the most of it”. At some point, you were sure that there were less items in a full Victoria’s Secret fashion show and you hoped for his sake that he had invested in Agent Provocateur, because the bill was going up insanely fast, with each click. He seemed like a kid in a candy store and was absolutely unstoppable. 

Babe, I don’t think I need a bodychain that looks like a butterfly, you pointed out with a giggle. 

I like accessories, he chuckled. 

They do have beautiful things, you admitted. Like, those rose gold rope handcuffs… 

You’re into that ? He asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. 

No, you said shyly. I mean, yes, but… well… 

No need to blush, he said. I’m adding these to the cart. Just in case… Oh, look, they have a matching choker. 

When you thought you were done, once the order was placed, he started arguing that you would need at least one pair of heels to go with it, just to complete the look and you didn’t even have time to answer before he started browsing Louboutin’s website. At that point, trying to reason with him was a lost cause. Plus, if you were honest, he did have good taste. 

You realize you just spent the equivalent of the gross domestic product of some countries, simply on stuff you want to ravish me in, right ? You pointed out. 

As a businessman, I’d say it’s an investment, he said with a smirk. 

As a rational person, I’m tempted to ask how this little investment would bring some actual profit, you giggled. 

That’s actually really simple, he said. That’s an investment in our relationship, which is important to my work-life balance, hence my creativity. 

Almost a fair point, you conceded. 

Plus, I think I could base a whole album on your body and all the things I’m doing to you once we receive that package, he chuckled. So if it goes well, it might pay for our next vacation… 

I swear to God, Marshall, if I hear one reference to our sex life in a song… 

One ? He said with a grin. Babe, it’ll be at least four or five… 

I’m serious, you said sternly. 

We’ll see, he replied with a wink. 

You thoroughly enjoyed having Marshall with you while you got used to the house. It was a far cry from your fancy holidays in Europe. Of course, discovering cities, eating at restaurants and staying at luxury hotels was nice, but this felt more real, more domestic. You also liked the fact that, in spite of his obvious wealth, the house had an actual family feel to it, far from what a lot of real people showcased on Instagram or Architectural Digest videos. The place was actually lived in, filled with memories and it had a nice vibe to it. Most people probably wouldn’t expect one of the world’s most famous rappers to live in a place like this, but once you got to know Marshall, it sort of made sense. The house was secluded and located in a gated community - for obvious reasons - and it was impressive in size, for sure, but it wasn’t flashy by any means. The furniture was all about quality but unassuming, with a nice cozy feel to it, with comfortable chairs and sofas, as well as spaces designed to have people over and entertain. The perfect nook for someone who actually spent a lot of time at home. You had never thought you’d live in such a place but you were happy you ended up here. Not that it mattered too much anyway, since you were sure you could be happy anywhere as long as you had Marshall by your side. After a few days, it was time for your boyfriend to go back to work and you’d be left alone in the house for the first time. The night before, as you were laying  in bed, the two of you were talking about his upcoming projects. Now that he was no longer in album recording mode, it would change a tad from what you had witnessed. He would spend as much time « in the lab », as he put it, but he would have more people over and prioritize his work as a producer for a bit. He seemed genuinely excited to go back to work, especially since he hadn’t indulged in such a long break in almost a decade. 

Three weeks off is rare for me, he chuckled. My team almost freaked out when I told them I needed this much time off, at first. 

Why did you, by the way ? You asked. 

I figured I would need a lot of rest after the tour, he explained. It was a short one but it was intense and, since I don’t perform as much as I used to, it’s harder on the body. Plus, I was still very much heartbroken over a certain someone… 

I’m sorry, you said sheepishly. 

Don’t be. All is well in the end, right ? I got my much-needed break, I have the most amazing woman back in my arms, we got to travel together and you even moved in ! I wouldn’t have it any other way, he said as he looked at you lovingly. 

They’re going to have you back in a good mood, you giggled. 

I’m pretty sure I’ll turn back into my usual bitchy self as soon as I get back, he chuckled. Doesn’t help that we’re starting with a full day of meetings, too… 

What meetings ? You asked, feeling curious. 

Bunch of them, he shrugged. One to plan the next months ahead, review the collaboration requests we’ve got, one about potential performance dates, a meeting with a journalist for an interview… oh and another one with Tracy. 

As soon as you heard her name leave his lips, you couldn’t help but grimace, which did not escape his notice. He chuckled and kissed your forehead. Since you had gone on vacation, you hadn’t mentioned her. To be fair, you were so busy that you had momentarily forgotten about her existence - which was not the worst thing. The mere mention of her was enough to make you groan and you had to put in a lot of effort not to have a mental image of her kissing your boyfriend the very day before you got back with him. Obviously, neither she nor Marshall had medium powers so they couldn’t have planned that you’d get back together but still… it irked you. You did not want that woman anywhere near Marshall. Especially since he had told you she had confessed to hoping they would get back together. He had given her a few weeks to sort her feelings out and decide on whether or not they would keep on working together, leaving the choice up to her. Your boyfriend was definitely a class act and a gentleman. Now, you secretly hoped she would quit. A shameful feeling you would never confess to having, of course. 

Stop clenching your jaw like that, it’s bad for you, Marshall chuckled as he traced your jaw with his fingers. 

I’m not clenching, you groaned. 

You totally are, he said with a smile. You still hate her don’t you ? 

Me ? Hate her ? You asked. I don’t hate her. Do I like her ? No. Do I hope she stubs her toe on some piece of furniture every morning for the rest of her life ? Maybe. But I don’t hate her. 

You’re so petty, he chortled. It’s hilarious. 

You mean pretty, right ? 

I said what I said, he chuckled as he kissed your temple. You know you don’t have anything to worry about, though, right ? 

I know, you said. I just have to shake the feeling. It’ll pass. 

I hope so, he replied. If she keeps on working as my personal assistant, you might run into her from time to time. I don’t want it to be weird. 

I can be civil, you assured him. As long as she keeps her hands off you. 

Territorial, much ? He teased you. 

You’re mine, you said. 

Yours, he said with a nod before kissing you tenderly. 

You settled in his arms as he turned off the lights and you put a hand over his perfect chest before drifting off to sleep. When you woke up the next day, he was already gone. You found a sweet note on your nightstand, telling you to enjoy having the house to yourself and that he would come home at 5:30PM. You missed him already but decided to make the most of your first day with some intensive self care. It was Monday so Talia was at work, otherwise you would have told her to come over for a girls day. Still, being on your own wasn’t going to prevent you from pampering yourself and trying to be pretty for your man when he would come back from work. You started with a bath, taking some time to do a full body scrub, some hair care and a face mask. One of the many perks of the house was the bathroom adjacent to the master bedroom, which was basically like a home spa. You could definitely get used to this life… you were getting dressed when the doorbell rang. It felt weird answering the door, but it was your new home after all. It was actually the delivery of your package from Agent Provocateur, and it was a huge one. As soon as you got it, you brought it to your closet and started unboxing. You had always liked lingerie but so far the most expensive stuff you had ever bought was probably from Victoria’s Secret or Princess Tam Tam, as well as a few Aubade pieces (on sale). This was different. It felt insanely sexy and luxurious and, to be honest, you weren’t too sure you deserved to be wearing such garments. Still, now that all this stuff was in your closet, you might as well wear it, so you decided to try it on. You were unsure whether it was the expensive fabrics and accessories adorning your body or your extensive pampering session from earlier, but you were absolutely feeling yourself. As you examined yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but think you looked great, which was quite a feat. Ever since you had lost weight, you had had trouble appreciating your body. You had always been on the curvier side and you had learned to love your body like this. So liking a skinnier version of your body was a bit hard. Still, the lingerie worked wonders. You tried on a few pieces and wished Marshall could be there to see it, sure that he would gladly enjoy the view, rather than being stuck in meetings with Paul, Tracy and God knows who else… That's when you had an idea : you might as well show him what was waiting for him at home when he would get back. Plus, it would also serve as a reminder that he might have a personal assistant, but you were the woman who was deserving of his attention. You didn’t actually worry about him being unfaithful, you fully trusted him, but you still had your doubts about whether or not Tracy would try and flirt with him. You barely knew the woman after all. As you tried on lingerie set after lingerie set, you snapped a few pictures and ended up having a little fun photo shoot. God bless good iPhone cameras, mirrors and timers. With a bit of color editing, the pictures looked even better. You sent one to Marshall, with the caption : « Good luck for your meetings. Miss you already. Can’t wait for you to be home ❤️ ».  Within a few minutes, he answered. 

From M❤️ : Can’t wait to be home either. Better not be wearing anything else when I get back. 

You chuckled and decided to tease him a little more, with pictures of other sets. You were curious to know what his favorite one was. There were so many options, from cute and simple bras with matching panties to more intricate things with corsets or garter belts…  

From M❤️ : Got told off by Paul for not paying attention. You’re getting me in trouble… 

To M❤️ : oops. Sorry for distracting you, my love. I’ll go and put some ugly sweats right away 👀 

From M❤️ : don’t you dare. 

You giggled and carried on with your little picture-taking, sending him the best ones. He didn’t reply much, but at least you knew he enjoyed it. It was the middle of the afternoon and you were casually chilling in the bedroom, in your finest lingerie with music playing loud on a portable speaker you had found in the living room. Not too bad for a Monday. You had just taken a cute selfie and we’re trying to edit it when you felt a presence. Before you could turn and check, you felt a hand firmly grasping your waist. You let out a scream of terror before another hand covered your mouth and you heard a giggle in your ear. It was Marshall. You immediately relaxed and turned to face him. 

You scared me ! You whined. 

I yelled at you but your music was too loud, he said with a grin before turning off the speaker. 

I thought I was being attacked, for a second ! 

Babe, it’s a gated community with security and cameras everywhere, you’re safe, he chuckled. Believe me, if my paranoid ass feels safe, it is safe. 

You giggled and kissed him before checking the time on your phone. It was 3:45PM. You looked at him in disbelief. You definitely didn’t expect him home this early, not that you were going to complain. 

Aren’t you supposed to be at work ? You asked. 

Called off the last two meetings, he said with a smile. If anyone asks, I’m feeling under the weather. Couldn’t focus anyway. I wonder why that is… 

Oops, you said as you blushed a bit. Am I in trouble ? 

Depends, he chuckled. Do I get to see more pictures ? 

You really suck at negotiating, you giggled. You could ask for a runway show and all you want are lousy pics ? 

He smiled and firmly grabbed your waist to pull you in for a deep kiss. His hands wandered around your body as your tongues found each other. 

You look incredible, he complimented. Your pictures drove me crazy. 

Glad to know there’s a way to get you to get back early, you said teasingly. I’ll remember that. 

I’ll be in trouble if that happens too much, he chuckled. But please feel free to send more of these pics… 

He pulled you closer and you could feel him being rock hard through his jeans. Knowing you were the cause gave you quite the ego boost and you felt quite proud. You kissed him and ran your hands on his chest. Even when he was wearing a tee-shirt, you could see the outline of his pecs and it was enough to drive you crazy. You gently squeezed one pec and he leaned into your touch while one of his hands cupped your butt cheek. 

So… do I get my runway show ? He asked with a smirk. 

Only because I’m a good girl and I don’t want to get in trouble, you said with a wink. 

You proceeded to try on a few of the items you hadn’t tried yet. The first was a black bodysuit with a lace up back, which wasn’t showing much but was giving glamorous vibes. The second was an opulent set with black lace and dainty chains, completed with a black waspie. As soon as he saw you, Marshall’s eyes widened. His mouth was slightly agape while he was staring. 

Do you like it ? You asked with a smile. 

You’re perfect, he said. These were fucking made for you. I think that’s my favorite set right here. 

Is it ? You asked teasingly. I should take a pic, so that I can send it to you next time you’re in a meeting… so you can remember me. 

I’ll take it for you, he said with a smirk as he grabbed your phone. 

You got on the bed and posed for him as he smiled and tried to take a decent shot, trying different angles. You teased him and bit your lip while you ran your hands over your breast, gently pinching your nipples through the fabric. 

You’re so hot, he groaned. I swear I could film you… 

You can do it, you said flirtingly. 

Are you serious ? He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

Sure, why not, you nodded as you kept on stroking your breast and caressing the rest of your own body, teasing him with your eyes. 

His blue eyes were devouring you and you absolutely loved it. His look was one of pure adoration, mixed with desire. This prompted you to put on a little show for him. You sat at the edge of the bed and started touching yourself on top of the lacy underwear that was covering you. Your fingers circled your clit and you could feel just how wet you were, simply from knowing how aroused Marshall was. You kept on looking him in the eyes as you pleasured yourself. He was still holding the phone, staring at you, while his free hand was mindlessly palming his crotch. You looked at him with a devilish grin and walked to him before dropping on your knees. 

What are y-? He began asking. 

Shhhh. Just keep filming and enjoy, you said with a smirk. 

You unbuckled his belt and managed to get him out of his pants and boxers. You stroked his erection, your touch making him sigh in pleasure. Precum was already dripping from the tip and you couldn’t resist licking it, gently teasing the head of his cock with your tongue as you kept on stroking him. His hand that wasn’t holding the phone went to the back of your head, gently encouraging you to keep going and you took that as you cue to start sucking, which caused him to moan and slur a few obscenities. You weren’t sure if it was the camera pointed at you, his unusually vocal response or the lingerie that had you feeling so confident, but you loved it. You stared at him as you kept on sucking him, trying to take him in as much as you could. He started bucking his hips while praising you for taking him so well. You had a bit of a gag reflex but kept going until the tip of your nose was touching his pubes. Tears were welling in your eyes but you loved hearing him moan. It was music to your ears. His hips started thrusting faster as the hold he had on your head tightened. You weren’t sure you could keep going for long and, for the briefest of moments, you were almost scared that you were going to choke. He stopped and looked at you, phone still in hand. 

Bed. All fours. Now, he said. 

Yes sir, you giggled playfully before doing as he said. 

Hold this for me, he said as he handed you the phone so that he could shed the rest of his clothes. 

When he was completely naked, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand and put it on before taking the phone back as he pushed your thong aside and positioned himself at your entrance. You let out a gasp when he entered you and immediately started moving at a frantic pace. Unlike most of the time, he did not give you time to get used to his size but you did not really mind - you liked the roughness. His hand was firmly holding your hip, his fingers slightly digging in your skin. In this instant, you belonged to him and you were his to use as he pleased. He was pounding hard into you as you moaned his name, tears still rolling on your cheeks from trying to deepthroat a few minutes earlier. 

Fuck it, he groaned. 

You heard a “plop”, it was your phone being carelessly thrown onto the bed and bouncing God knows where. Marshall’s now free hand found your waist. He was now firmly holding you, thrusting like a piston. 

I-I’m coming, you warned. 

Yes baby, he groaned. Come for me. 

You both exploded in an orgasm at the same time and Marshall collapsed onto you, letting out a small grunt as his head hit your shoulder. You stayed in the unlikely position for a couple of minutes, taking the opportunity to catch your breath. You were panting and you could feel his strong heartbeat in your back. You buried your face in the sheets and enjoyed the warmth of his breath on your skin. 

You are fucking incredible, he said. 

You too, you said. God, that was so intense. 

Too much ? He asked. 

Just enough, you said with a smile. Perfect. You know I like it a little rough. 

You’re also a little kinky, he pointed out. 

Maybe, you admitted with a giggle. 

He placed a small kiss on your shoulder and changed position so that he could properly lay next to you. He looked at you with a soft smile and placed a strand of hair behind your ear. You couldn’t resist kissing him. 

You are so hot, he said. I swear to God, I have never, ever been more turned on by anyone. 

Really ? You grinned. 

God, the pics, actually seeing you wear this, and then filming you ?! Babe, you are… wow, he said. 

I guess I was feeling a little frisky today, you giggled. 

I’ve noticed, he said with a grin. What got into you ? 

I don’t know, you shrugged. I mean… the lingerie got me feeling all sexy and… I always wanted to try filming, so… 

Really ? He asked. 

I mean… yeah, I was curious, you admitted. What ? Do you think it’s weird ? 

No, he shrugged. Not at all. You’re just a little kinkier than I thought, I guess. Not that I’m complaining. 

I guess I am kinky, you said with a smile.

He let out a small laugh as he stretched and got rid of the condom before laying back on the bed. 

What ? You asked, worrying that he might be making fun of you. 

Nothing. It’s just kind of funny. I guess you don’t really come across as the kinky type, you know ? When I met you there was no way I would have thought you enjoyed being filmed and stuff. 

Do I look that vanilla ? 

Frankly ? Yes, he laughed. But hey, I love your kinky side too. It’s a pleasant surprise. Makes me wonder what else turns you on. I realize there’s a shit ton I don’t know about you. 

It’s true, I haven’t been too daring in bed, so far, you admitted. 

Why ? He asked. Didn’t you feel comfortable enough with me ? 

It’s not that. I guess I wasn’t in the mood for kinky stuff at that particular time ? You tried to explain. I mean, getting to sleep with you is enough for me. I enjoy vanilla sex just as much. 

He hummed in response, still staring at you. As if he was waiting for you to elaborate. 

It’s true - we’ve been pretty vanilla so far, he said. 

How about you ? You asked. Any kinks you want to tell me about ? 

Hey. We were talking about yours. Don’t change the subject, he said. 

Are you feeling uneasy ? You asked. 

Maybe a little, he admitted. 

We don’t have to have that conversation if you don’t want to, you said as you kissed his jaw. 

Oh but I do want to have it, he said. I want to know about you. Go first and maybe I’ll tell you about me, he added with a grin. 

Let’s see… I feel like that’s pretty basic you know ? I like it rough but I don’t know if it registers as a kink ? Maybe it does. I mean… I’ve never really got to take it as far as I want to, so, I don’t know, you said. I haven’t had too many partners, and I’ve never felt confident enough to try all the things I want to. 

Really ? 

Yeah. I mean, it takes a certain amount of comfort in a relationship, you said. 

I guess, he admitted. 

Plus, you know, I had my first boyfriend when I was 18, and he is the first person I ever slept with. It lasted about three years and we never tried anything crazy. Then there was Simon. We were together for a while but we didn’t explore much. It was mostly light spanking, hair-pulling, but that’s all. Then Josh, but we didn’t do much. And then… you. 

How far did you go with Josh ? 

Foreplay, you said. 

He hummed, his eyes darkening. 

What ? You asked, I answer, you said. 

That motherfucker, Marshall commented. 

You really hated him, didn’t you ? You asked. 

Hate is a strong word, he said. But yeah, I wasn’t his biggest fan. He didn’t deserve you. 

He was nice and caring, you pointed out. That’s more than a lot of dudes. 

He was kind of stupid and he put you in danger, Marshall said flatly as he referred to the salsa bar incident that had led you to the hospital. 

You know it wasn’t his fault, you said as you rolled your eyes. I think you’re being a bit jealous here. 

Maybe I am, he admitted. I must say it was not the most fun time for me, when you dated him. I was trying hard not to be all over you, and he was the one who got to kiss you, take you on dates and everything. 

You are the one who got the girl in the end, you reminded him, which caused him to smile. 

The kinky girl, he added. Let’s not get lost here… I want to know stuff. So… slept with three people and that’s it ? 

Well, no. I only dated three people before you. I did sleep with a couple more people though. Girls actually. 

Oh I didn't know you liked girls, he said surprised. 

Yeah, I’m bi. I never dated a girl though. They’re too impressive, you said with a laugh. Men are easier to get, I think. 

Have you ever had a threesome ? He asked. 

That’s on my « list » but no, never. I’d be into that, though, you admitted. Any type of threesome. Or more than that, who knows ? But yeah, I think it could be fun. And I wouldn’t want to die stupid and ignorant you know ? 

Right, he chuckled. Though I must admit that in my opinion, it’s a bit overhyped. 

You’ve had threesomes ? 

A bunch of times, yeah, he shrugged. I mean, I get a lot of opportunities on tour. I’ve had threesomes, foursomes, moresomes… 

You looked at him with curiosity. You figured that, given his age and occupation, he must have had a lot of experiences, but you didn’t really know how far he had taken it. You were kind of curious and there were a lot of questions you wanted to ask. 

Did you enjoy it ? You asked. 

I mean… Yeah, he said. That was a point in my life when I wanted to get all the pussy I could, so in that regard, that was fun. Though there’s something about the logistics. Threesomes are fine but when there’s more people or an actual orgy, there’s a lot going on at the same time so you can’t really focus, you know what I mean ? But yeah, that was exciting. I mean, I did get a lot of opportunities and propositions, a while ago. 

I bet you still do, you said. 

Not really, he chuckled. I mean, with the level of security that I have, it’s hard to get to me anyway so there’s not a lot of people who can actually proposition me, you know ? Back in the day, we were more lenient with security and letting people hang out with us after shows. But regardless, my interest in that is different. 

You’re still a regular horndog, you giggled. 

True, he said with a smile. But getting sober made a big difference when it comes to my approach to sex and intimacy in general. 

I have so many questions, you said. 

Me first, he reminded you. 

Fine, you said as you rolled your eyes. What do you want to know ? 

Mmmh… How rough do you mean, when you say you like it rough ? Marshall asked. 

I don’t know, you said. I haven’t tested a lot of things yet, so I think I’d like to push my limits and test stuff. I wouldn’t necessarily want to get punched in the face, but being shoved against a wall, the ground and roughhousing ? Yes, absolutely. 

Ok, he said with a nod as if he was making a mental note. What else ? 

Let’s see… Well I wanted to try being filmed and we did that, so I guess we can cross that off my list… 

You’d never done that before ? He asked. 

Never. 

He smiled at you with pride and his grin made you scoff. Male ego at its peak. 

I wouldn’t say I’m into exhibition, but I wouldn’t mind trying stuff in public either, you added. I think the fear of getting caught can be really exciting. Other than that there’s… uh… submission. 

Really ? He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

Yeah, you confessed shyly. I think it’s really really hot when your partner takes control. Especially of you’re the partner. 

You could feel the heat in your cheeks and you were pretty sure your face was crimson red at this point, but there was something about Marshall, his aura, his natural charisma, his voice that called to your submissive nature. It had never been the case with anyone else, only him. 

Me ? He asked with a smirk. 

Oh yeah, you admitted. When you get that deep voice… ? God… 

You got lost in your thoughts for a second. The mere idea of Marshall domineering you was turning you on. 

Keep going, he said. I want to know more. 

I think that’s it, actually, you said with a smile. I mean, I haven’t done a lot of research either. I just want to explore stuff and have fun. 

I guess we might be able to try some stuff together, if you’re up for it, he said before kissing you. 

Really ? You asked in excitement. 

Sure, he chuckled. I mean, I wouldn’t consider myself like much of a dominant, but if you wanted me to try, I might give it a go. 

Ok, you said softly. 

The idea of being able to explore sexuality and furthering your intimacy made you really happy. You had never felt so safe with any of your partners before. You trusted this man with all of your heart and soul. 

What else would you be willing to try ? You asked giddily. 

What was on the list again ? He asked. 

Hum… Threesomes ? I mean, you’ve done it before so it wouldn’t be anything new to you, you said. 

I don’t know about this one, he admitted. 

Oh, ok, you said. 

I mean, I’m not sure how I feel about sharing you, he explained. Given the right opportunity and person, it’s not a firm and definitive no, but… Yeah, I don’t know. But threesomes can be fun, for sure. 

Ok, you agreed. That makes sense. But if it were to happen, like, hypothetically, you’d rather have it be with another woman, right ? 

Absolutely, he said. I’m definitely straight and I understand that a woman might want to have two men with her but… No way I’m sharing you with another dude. Not happening. Sorry babe. 

That’s fine, you giggled. Just testing the water here. So, when you had threesomes and all, it was just girls ? 

Yep, he chuckled. My ex is bi so she would have girls over and that’s how it would happen, most of the time. 

You were in an open marriage ? You asked. 

Not really, he chuckled. Though there was so much cheating that it might as well have been an open marriage, I guess. Let’s just say I was more lenient if she hooked up with girls and especially if it could benefit me as well… 

Ok, you said with a smile. My turn, now ? 

Fire away, he said. 

Are you sure you’re straight ? You asked cockily. Like, have you ever been with a man ? 

I have, he said casually. 

Really ?! 

You were in shock. You definitely weren’t expecting that and your question was actually a joke. You didn’t have a problem with it, obviously, but seeing as he had been portrayed as homophobic in the past, you didn’t think he would have given it a try. 

Can I ask questions about that ? You asked. 

I guess, he shrugged. I mean, I don’t think I have really talked about it but I trust you so, yeah, go ahead. But there’s nothing to say, really. 

When was it ? 

Uh… Twenty years ago, I’d say ? He replied after taking some time to think. So, yeah, it was a while ago. When I performed with Elton John at the Grammys… 

NOOOOOO ?! You almost yelled. 

Your mouth was wide open and you were almost in shock. Had your boyfriend really slept with Elton John ?!?! He immediately burst into a fit of laughter, so much so that he was actually crying. 

You should see your face, he said as he tried to catch his breath. Fuck, you’re so gullible, babe. 

You’ve been leading me on, haven’t you ? You asked with a grin. You’ve never tried guys. 

Oh no, that part was true, he chuckled. It happened after the Grammys but it wasn’t with Elton. He’s great, he’s a friend but it wasn’t him. I don’t think I remember the guy’s name though. In my defense, I was high. 

So, what happened ? You asked. Hooked up with a guy and didn’t like it ? 

Basically, yeah, he said. The guy looked good and I though “If I ever have to be attracted by a man, I think that would be someone like this”, so when he flirted and made a pass at me, I went for it. He was cool and an ok kisser, but the hookup was a disaster. If you can even call it that. I was fucking high but that sobered me up and I knew right then and there : straight. 1000%. 

At least you know for sure, you giggled. 

Exactly, he chuckled. Next question ? 

Do you have any kinks ? 

Not so many, he said. I’ve tried a lot of stuff, out of curiosity and for the sake of experience but I’m not into freaky, kinky stuff. I’m a simple man. But I suppose it depends on what you call a kink ? 

I don’t even know, you giggled. I should have done my research if I had known I’d get to quiz you. 

Find a list and I’ll tell you whether or not I’m into it, he shrugged. 

You grabbed your phone and took the first list you found - there went the purity of your web browser. 

Age play ? Like “daddy-dominant-little-girl” ? 

Absolutely not. Being called daddy in bed is a huge turn-off. Maybe it’s a Dad thing, I don’t know. Not to kink-shame but I think it’s sort of twisted you know ? He said. 

You have called me “babygirl” before though, you pointed out with a smile. 

Yeah but I don’t see it in the same way. Probably a double-standard he admitted. 

Let’s see… Bondage ? You asked. 

I don’t mind it. It can be fun but not a necessity. 

Blindfold sex ? 

Hate it, he said. I love being able to look at my partner. I think I’m pretty visual when it comes to sex. As for blindfolding people… maybe. Once again, it can be fun once in a while. 

So no blindfolding you, you noted. Cuckholding ? 

Is that shit alphabetised ? He asked with a laugh. Cuckholding is a no for me. First, because I don’t do humiliation, secondly because I’m not big on sharing. 

Yes it’s alphabetised, you smiled. 

I do enjoy that. I know it’s not a kink but I like things in order. 

Good to know, you chuckled. Claustrophilia ? 

It depends. I’ve had sex in elevators, closets and airplane bathrooms, so I think it counts. You ? 

Never thought of it but I’m not against it, you said with a wink. 

Good to know. Glad I can easily get a jet for us to try that, too…

You chuckled once again. You liked learning more about him. 

Dominance we have already talked about… how about DIY porn ? You asked. That’s the next item on the list. 

Didn’t we just do that ? He asked back. 

Yeah but how did you feel about it ? 

It was fun. I’m not even sure I did a great job with the filming though. But I guess it’ll be fun to have the video as a memory if i’m ever away from you and horny, he stated. 

Electrostimulation ? 

Nope.

Erotic Asphyxiation ? 

They could have put that in the B section under “Breathplay” he commented. I don’t really like being choked but if you want me to do it to you, sure. Safely, of course. 

Both his alphabetical comment and the statement made you smile. 

Foot fetish ? 

Nope. A girl asked me to try that once but I didn’t like it. 

Food play ? 

It can be fun but I’m not big on it. Next ? 

Gagging ? 

Not for me, no. You ? 

No thanks, you said. I don’t really mind if I gag a little during a blowjob, though. But not voluntarily. 

I do like the idea of making you gag with my cock, he confessed with a little grin. Next ? 

Gerontophilia ? 

Nothing against the elderly but that’s not a kink for me, he said. But I’m sure I’ll find you sexy as fuck when you’re an old lady though. 

Thanks, you laughed. We’ve covered humiliation already… how about impact play ? Like hitting ? 

I don’t really want to be hit or spanked, he said. You ? 

I think I’d like to try, you said. I’ve been spanked before but I’d gladly try more. 

As long as I’m not physically hurting you…, he said. 

You could see a hint of sadness in his eyes. 

Are you alright ? You asked immediately. 

Yeah, no, I’m good, he said dryly. I just… well we might as well talk about it… 

What’s wrong ? We can stop this conversation if you’re not ok, baby, you said. 

It’s fine, he said. It’s just… in the past, Kim and I got physical a couple of times. I mean, you probably know about that, because of the media and I’ve written songs about it. It’s never been to a point where I was actually beating her down, but we’ve definitely hit each other a number of times. But thinking about that… it’s hard because it’s one of the worst mistakes I’ve ever made, you know ? That’s not the person I want to be. 

That’s not the person you are either, you said softly. You wouldn’t hurt a fly. 

I’d rather kill myself than hurt you, he stated in all seriousness.

You looked at him and his stern expression. You gently stroked his hand. 

I trust you and I know you’ll never hurt me, you said. 

You don’t think I’m an asshole who deserves hell for what I’ve done ? He asked pensively. 

I don’t. I mean, I’ll never condone domestic violence and if you ever lay a hand on me in circumstances that aren’t sexual, I’ll leave, that’s for sure. I’ll never say it’s ok that you hit your ex, but it’s also in the past and I know you have changed. So I trust you and I don’t think you deserve to suffer. I can see on your face that you suffer enough from the memories. 

I deserve to, he said sternly. 

Sorry, you said. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have brought up impact play. If it triggers you, we’ll never try it. 

If you want to try, maybe we can keep it on the soft side, he said. But yeah… I don’t think I’d be ready to really hit you too hard. Even if you begged for it. 

We can stop the list there, if you want, you said. I mean… I love talking about that with you but I’d be happy to just cuddle and go to bed, you know ? 

Nah, it’s good. Keep the list going. I like learning stuff about you, he said with a smile. 

Ok, so… interrogation play ? 

Not really. 

Japanese bondage like shibari ? 

Not my stuff either. I get the hype but it’s too intricate and I don’t have time for that shit, he said with a grin. It’s really sexy to see though. 

Klismaphilia ? You asked. 

What the fuck even is that ? He asked laughingly. 

It’s Greek and it means… oh… it’s enemas. 

Ah. Then no. Absolutely not, he said. 

Me neither. How about Katoptronophilia ? It’s masturbating in front of a mirror. 

Nope. 

How about masochism ? You asked. 

Down to M already ? No, I'm not a masochist. 

Reading the description I might be into that, you commented. It’s enjoying pain so… maybe I’m a bit of a masochist after all, you shrugged. 

Yeah ? Well as I said… as long as I don’t mistreat you… I guess I can pull your hair and spank you gently, he said with a smile. 

Sounds fine, you said with a smile. Next on the list is… Melolagnia, you added with a grin. I think I’ve just discovered a new kink of mine. 

What is that ? 

I’ll read it to you : “ Melolagnia is a fetish that involves being turned on by music. This doesn’t simply mean having a go-to Spotify playlist when you have sex, but rather experiencing strong sexual reactions in response to music and also fantasizing about certain songs or genres. The arousal can derive from a combination of the musical elements including the singer’s voice, beat, repetition, or even the quality of the composition, all of which can lead to physical sensations like goosebumps, a faster heartbeat, or even more natural sexual lubrication.” You quoted. 

Oh wow. Didn’t know that existed, he said. But yeah music turns me on. You ? 

Oh, definitely, you said blushing and attempting to hide your face. 

Why are you suddenly so red and looking away ? He asked with a grin. Any songs I should know about ? 

Shut up, you muttered. 

Come on, Y/N. Tell me. 

No. You’ll never let me live it down, you said. 

As long as it’s not MGK, that should be fine, he joked. 

Come on… 

Tell me ! What ? Is it an artist I’ve had beef with ? Mariah ? Christina Aguilera ? Ja Rule ? Please don’t say Ja Rule… 

I’m not having this conversation, you said, embarrassed. 

Now that I know you like domination, I can make you talk, woman, he said as he put a finger underneath your chin. 

You wouldn’t, you mumbled. 

Try me. 

Your eyes met his. He stared at you. 

Tell me, he said in his deep, authoritarian voice. 

“Not fair”, you thought, definitely turned on but unable to speak. 

Do I know them ?

You nodded. 

Is it a friend of mine ? Dre ? 50 ? He asked as you were unable to make a sound. Then who ? Tell. Me. 

There went the voice again. 

It’s… you. 

You spoke so softly, hoping he wouldn’t catch it. Unfortunately for you, he did. 

Ah, he said with a grin, trying not to laugh. 

Don’t judge me, you muttered. 

Well it depends… is there a song in particular ? He asked softly. 

Do we have to have this conversation ? You asked as you rolled your eyes. 

Come on babe, it’s fun. And it’s flattering. I’m glad you think my music can be sexy. 

Marshaaaaall…

Please ? 

He was looking at you with adorable puppy eyes. 

Fine, you grumbled. Superman. And Heat, too. You happy ? 

You hid your face in your hands in embarrassment. You heard him scoff and he gently kissed your shoulder. 

Come on, it’s fine. It’s not as if you had said FACK, you know ? Then I probably would have laughed in your face. But Superman… ? I sort of get it. I mean, it’s kind of the intention we had when we recorded. Heat too. I mean, it’s in the title. So it’s fine, babe. 

You don’t think I’m a weird groupie ? You asked. 

Of course not. I think you’re the cutest thing ever, right now. And I can definitely sing those for you sometime, he said with a grin. Let’s just not play one of my albums while we fuck, ok ? I’m not that much of an egomaniac. 

Mmmh. 

Let’s get back to the list, he said as he took the phone from your hand. So… Nylons ? No. Nebulophilia - steam and fog ? Neither. Oh… objectum sexuality. You like toys ? 

I have a couple, you admitted. You ? 

Yeah, a couple too. Though I don’t use them much. But we could definitely have fun with that, he said. 

Sure, why not.  What’s next ? 

Uh… pregnancy fetish. 

Well I’m attracted to women but not pregnant ones, you stated. I get that the creation of life can be beautiful and stuff, but they look like aliens to me. 

Yeah ? Well I have to admit… I don’t want anymore kids because I’m all done with that and too old for that shit anyway but… yeah, I think pregnancy is sexy, he admitted. I mean, I sort of have a breeding kink.

Really ? You asked in shock. 

Yep. Never been more attracted to my ex than when she was pregnant, he said. 

Was that because she was carrying your baby ? You asked. 

No, not even that. I mean, that plays a big part in the appreciation, but Stevie isn’t technically mine and still, when Kim was pregnant with her… I found her so hot. 

Ok, you said. 

You’d had the kids' conversation before and you were ready to give that up, but him saying that kind of made you regret the fact that you’d never be pregnant anymore. 

You ok baby ? He asked when you went silent. 

Sure, you said softly. I’m just thinking… I’ll never get pregnant again, so… I’ll never get to experience this kind of attraction from you to me, you know ? 

Doesn’t matter, baby. I’m always attracted to you. You’re my kink and fetish, you yourself, he said. 

Yeah ? You asked. 

Of course. Plus, I may have a pregnancy fetish but it’s not that much. Like, I’m not going to jump on every pregnant lady I see like some sort of creep. And I’m not crazy to the point of dealing with 20 years of consequences for 9 months of kink. 

Makes sense, you chuckled. So if my belly gets too round because of pizza, that’ll turn you on ? 

I don’t know, he said as he burst out in laughter. Probably not though. I like your belly just the way it is. 

Ok then. Next item ? 

Public sex, he said. That’s a no for me. Obviously. I can’t risk it. Then we have… Quirofilia, the fetish for hands. I don’t really have that either. 

Good. I’ll save on getting my nails done, you joked. 

No, you can still do that. I mean, I love seeing your pretty hands… especially on some places… but it’s just not really a kink. Also, nail biting turns me off. 

Really ? 

Yup. Next is… role play. What do you think about that ? He asked. 

Not really my thing, you said. But if it’s something you like, I’ll give it a try. 

It’s not really my thing either, he said with a smile. Robot fetish ? 

Nope, you replied. You ? 

Neither. I mean, I guess that if I was single and really in need, I’d love to get a sex robot, but the idea doesn’t really turn me on, he said. 

Yeah, you’re just a guy, you teased. 

Probably, he admitted with a laugh. Next is spectrochilia. Do you believe in ghosts ? 

Not really. But if they were to exist, they’d be more scary than sexy to me, you said. 

I agree. Then we have Stygiophilia. That’s a good one, he said. The pleasure of the idea of going to hell or facing eternal punishment. I guess I’d better get going on that one because there’s no way I’m going to heaven so… 

Don’t be silly. Of course you’ll go to heaven. You’re the best human I know, you said. 

Do you even believe in God he asked ? 

Depends. In times of despair, I hope he exists and hears my prayers. Plus, when I look at the marvel of the universe, I think it’s not something random… but I’ve never even read any sacred text or anything, so, not really. How about you ? 

I’d say I’m a Christian, he simply stated. Not churchy or anything, but yeah, I’ve read the Bible and I believe in God. 

I didn’t know that, you said. 

I don’t talk about it a lot. What’s the point ? Everyone has their beliefs. 

True. What’s next ? 

Tentacles. Nope. 

Me neither, you said.

Trichophilia - are you attracted to hair ? 

Are you kidding ? I’m a girl born in the 90s. If anything I’ve been taught to despise it, you said with a laugh. You ? 

Not attracted to it, nope. But I’m also not one of those guys who is disgusted by it. It’s just… hair. 

What’s next ? 

Urophilia. That’s a no for me. You ? 

Neither. 

Thank God. I mean… if you had been into it, I would have respected it, but there’s no way I could be involved in it. 

Yeah it’s gross. Let’s change the subject. What’s next ? You asked. 

Underwear. Well, you know I have a thing for lingerie, obviously, he chuckled. How about you ? 

I like lingerie too, you said with a smile. As for male underwear, I don’t really care, but I like your boxers. 

Then we have… Voyeurism, he said. 

Oh I’m not a voyeur, you said. If anything I am scared to catch anyone I know in the middle of sex. 

Same, he chuckled. But I have to admit that seeing you touch yourself is the hottest thing ever. That gets me really horny, really fast. 

Really ? You asked. 

Fuck yeah, he said. Remember the night I told you I loved you ? 

You blushed at the memory. The whole thing had been caused by his very own sex scene in 8 Mile, of all things. 

I like masturbating for you, you said softly. And I kind of like watching you masturbate too. 

So kind of a voyeur too I guess ? He said. 

I guess. Next ?

Vicarphilia - that’s the… oh, the arousal of hearing someone talk about their sec life. What do you think of that ? 

I guess that can be sexy. Never thought of it before. But talking about sex is sexy anyway. 

True, he said. Even casually like right now… it’s kind of cool and sexy, he admitted. Then we have whips. Once again, not too keen on those. 

Oh, ok, you said. 

You ?

I wouldn’t have minded trying but it’s not necessarily on my list either, you said earnestly. Next ? 

« Wet and messy », he said with a laugh. I do love when you’re all wet and messy.

Isn’t that one about wet food like jell-o though ? You asked. I always thought it’s kind of gross though. 

Oh yeah, he said upon reading the description. Then no, that’s not my thing. Wax play ? 

Maybe, you said. I like the idea of massage candles and stuff. 

Yeah, that sounds pretty cool, he agreed. Then we have yoni eggs. I don’t have a vagina so I don’t really have an opinion on that one, I have to say. 

Yeah… not my thing, you said with a grimace. 

Zappers ? He asked. Like electro-stimulation ? Yup, no thanks. 

It sounds scary, you said as he nodded. 

And there’s the last item on the list : Zentai. Like the latex body suits, he stated. 

Not sure I’d like it, you said. 

Same here. I mean, you’d look hot in one though, but I’ll survive if I never see it. 

That’s it ? We’re done ? 

We’re done, he said. Unless you have more questions for me ? To be fair I asked you a lot of them too. 

You took a second to think. Of course you had tons of questions you’d like to ask him. After all, he was a worldwide renown superstar, so you assumed he must have crazy stories to tell. 

Do you know exactly how many people you have had sex with ? You asked. 

I should have known this one was coming, he chuckled. No, I genuinely have no idea. Anything else ? 

Do you miss the era when you were… you know… getting a lot of action ? Instead of just having one partner ? 

No, he said with a smile. It was fun for a while but it wasn’t fulfilling. When you don’t have a lot of opportunities, you fantasize about it and you think it’s going to be the best thing ever, but you don’t actually get to build a connection with someone, you know ? And the sex is so much better when you have that. Especially with you. 

Do you really like our sex life ? You asked. 

Of course, he scoffed. What ? Do I look like I don’t ? 

No, you said with a smile. But sometimes I worry that I’m not… experienced enough for you. 

You don’t have to worry about that, baby, he said as he took you in his arms. I love fucking you, making love to you… It’s great. Are you happy with our sex life ? 

Of course, you replied. I mean… You already know you’re the best I have ever had. And I love that we’re able to talk about it, too. Thank you for opening up to me, my love. 

I like talking to you, he said. Now, how about a shower ? I’m all sweaty. 

You nodded and you went to the bathroom where you showered together, kissing and exchanging love words. After, you lounged in the living room, mindlessly watching TV as he told you about his day and his meetings. 

How did the meeting with Tracy go, by the way ? You asked. 

Went well, he said with a smile. We talked for a bit and she said she actually feels comfortable to keep working with me, so that’s one less thing to worry about. I would hate it if I had to hire someone else. Sorry, babe, I know you would have loved to see her go. 

I never said that, you defended yourself. 

I know you too well, he chuckled. You don’t have to worry, though. About how she feels about me, I mean. We cleared the air and she said she was just feeling super lonely. 

Do you believe her ? You asked as you squinted. 

I do, he replied. So you don’t have to worry about anything, ok ? 

Ok, you shrugged. I mean, I trust you. By the way, have you slept with anyone else from your team ? 

No, he chuckled. Just her. Why ? Are you jealous ? 

I’m not, you said. But I just want to know if I risk running into someone who’s slept with you, you know ? 

You should be fine, he chuckled. I mean, you don’t risk meeting any ex of mine besides Tracy. Oh, and Kim, obviously. But that’s it ? 

Why would I meet Kim ? You asked confused. 

Well, she’s going to be here at Thanksgiving, he shrugged - as if it were no big deal. 

You looked at him with a confused look. You had agreed to celebrate Thanksgiving together this year, with his family. It sort of made sense, since the two were living together anyway. However, you had absolutely no idea that it would imply meeting his ex - the infamous Kim Scott. The one that people considered as Marshall’s one true love. You were so taken aback that you had no control over your facial expression. 

Anything wrong ? He asked after a few seconds of silence. 

You didn’t tell me that when we talked about Thanksgiving, you pointed out. 

I thought I did, he shrugged. 

I think I would remember if my boyfriend told me his ex-wife would be here, you said sternly. 

Sorry, babe, he said casually. Is that an issue ? 

I mean… yeah, you said frankly. Why would you celebrate Thanksgiving with her anyway ? 

Because she is the mother of my children, he explained. It’s a family holiday.

But she is your ex. You’re divorced, you said. 

Yeah but we will always be family, you know ? He continued. It allows the girls to have both of their parents with them and not have to choose. Especially now that they all have boyfriends and spend holidays with their in-laws every other year. Plus, we’re good, you know ? We get along pretty well so it’s no big deal. 

Ok, you mumbled. I’ll just celebrate with Talia and Jamal, then. 

Not with me ? He asked with his eyebrows furrowed. I was kind of looking forward to our first holiday together, babe. 

Me too, you admitted. But that was before I knew your ex would be here. 

Why would that change anything ? He asked. 

Because it changes everything, you said. How do you expect me to enjoy it if the woman you married - twice, mind you -, the mother of your children is here ? I’m going to be… intruding. 

No you wouldn’t, he said as he took your hand in his. You’re my girl, you’re the lady of this house. You can’t intrude in your own place. I want you here, with me. 

I don’t know, you said. I don’t feel comfortable. And I bet she wouldn’t either. 

She knows you’ll be here, he shrugged. And she doesn’t mind. I think she’s looking forward to meeting you actually. 

You stared at him in surprise. You definitely didn’t expect to spend your first holiday as Marshall’s girlfriend with his ex-wife being around. He didn’t seem phased by the situation, as if he didn’t see the problem. You, on the other hand, could smell the disaster from ten thousand miles away. Right when you thought you didn’t actually have to worry about another woman in Marshall’s life, you were about to meet his fucking ex-wife. What could go wrong ? Absolutely everything.

[silverynight]

Worthy

Izuku knows Katsuki has been under a lot of stress lately; it's their last year in the UA and they need to be prepared to find an agency soon.

The omega is also worried about his future, he wants to be the number one pro hero as well, but for some reason Katsuki has been pushing himself to the limit in the last months.

Which has made his inner alpha snap a couple of times, however, Izuku knows exactly how to help him; even though their friendship hasn't been perfect and they stopped being friends for a while, they're on good terms now and since they both know each other better than anyone else, the omega is always able to calm him down.

Although their classmates find it more fascinating than it truly is.

"Izuku," Katsuki mumbles, looking absolutely exhausted as he stumbles into the common room. He's grumpy and his sharp teeth are exposed, which means his inner alpha is taking control.

The other alphas in their group tense immediately, actually, everyone seems to look at him like they're waiting for an explosion to occur.

"Did you really go to the gym to train after our test?" The omega huffs, getting a little bit irritated, he always does that whenever he's worried. He's probably the only one now who is not afraid of Katsuki's inner alpha.

"I need to prepare even more if I want–"

"You also need to rest," Izuku narrows his eyes before taking a deep breath. "Go take a bath, put something comfy and then come back here."

Katsuki nods and as soon as he gets out, everyone seems to release the breath they were holding.

Izuku really thinks they're overreacting.

"Are you dating Bakugo, Deku-kun?" Uraraka asks, prompting the green haired omega to choke and turn red in seconds.

"If you are, I'm gonna have a word with Blasty for not telling his friends first!" Ashido complains immediately, pouting.

"He's not," Todoroki says before Izuku can try to say something again. "You're not, right?"

"Of course I'm not! We're friends!"

"Then why–"

Kaminari has to shut up because Katsuki rushes into the room, kicks Iida away so he can cuddle Izuku and use one if his thighs as a pillow.

As they often do in Katsuki's room, Izuku starts running his fingers through his hair.

"Help me sleep... I can't–"

"Sleep," Izuku whispers against his ear and Katsuki's body relaxes completely before falling asleep on the omega's lap.

The uncomfortable silence that follows is what makes Izuku look up, only to realize everyone's staring at him.

"What?"

"How are you two not dating?" Hagakure squeaks.

"I didn't know Bakubro let you command him!" Kirishima grins, looking from the blond to Izuku. "That's so manly!"

Alright, even the omega knows how it looks like, but they're completely wrong.

"Listen, this is not... that," Izuku stammers, running his fingers through the alpha's hair as he speaks: "It's... Sometimes he can't bring himself to relax completely so he asks me to use an omega command..."

"You know that omega commands don't work if you're not compatible with the alpha, right?" Uraraka points out, narrowing her eyes. "Also the alpha needs to feel certain–"

"It's because we're friends!" Izuku cuts her off, blushing again.

"He's purring right now."

Yaoyorozu is right, Katsuki is purring, but it's a loud alpha purr that alphas only let out when they're completely relaxed and happy.

"He always purrs when he's asleep," the omega argues because it's not a big deal. Alright... he purrs sometimes when he's awake as well, but only when Izuku agrees to wear one of his hoodies and when Izuku is eating something Katsuki made for him and...

Perhaps he shouldn't mention any of those things to his friends. It could lead to a misunderstanding.

"You can't be sure about that," Ashido says, looking like she's enjoying herself a lot.

"Yes, I'm sure because there's not a single time I haven't heard him purr in his sleep, even when we were kids and had slumber parties..."

"Right after he presented?" Iida asks, looking a little bit curious.

"Yes, but–"

"But you were with him every single one of those times..." Hagakure points out and suddenly the omega feels like no one is on his side.

"I know that, but I'm sure..."

"He doesn't purr when you're not there," Jiro assures him. "I would've heard."

"Remember that camping trip Aizawa took us on in order to train in a different environment? Sero, Kiri and I slept in the same tent as Blasty and he didn't purr, not even once." Kaminari cuts in.

"He also woke up really grumpy the next day," Sero adds.

"It was mostly because he was jealous of Todoroki for sleeping in the same tent as Midoriya," Kirishima says, prompting Izuku to turn red.

"I loved that camping trip," Todoroki closes his eyes as if he's remembering that day.

"What are you trying to say?" Izuku finally asks, gently placing a hand over one of Katsuki's ears, even though he knows he's completely asleep.

"Bakugo has feelings for you, Deku-kun."

"No, he doesn't," the omega says in a whisper, feeling suddenly sad as the words come out of his lips.

***

Izuku decides not to think about it and instead focuses on scolding the alpha for pushing himself too much.

It's early in the morning and Katsuki is already up, making katsudon for Izuku.

"Kacchan, you don't have to–"

"I want to. Now shut up and eat, nerd!" The alpha grins when he sees Izuku taking a bowl for himself.

"You should've slept a little bit more instead..."

"Nonsense!" Katsuki chuckles, looking more and more happy as he watches Izuku take a couple of bites. "I'm perfectly fine!"

"This is amazing, Kacchan!" The omega can't help it, his friend's food is always delicious.

Katsuki starts purring.

They eat for a while in content silence, but when the alpha mentions something about training before heading to class, Izuku stops him by grabbing his arm.

"Kacchan, you don't have to prove anything..." The omega pulls him closer before cradling his face. He smiles gently at him and the alpha melts into the touch immediately. "Why are you trying so hard?"

Suddenly, something in Katsuki breaks; his expression looks vulnerable and desperate as he puts one of his hands over Izuku's like he doesn't want to let go of it.

"You deserve only the best," the alpha mumbles, nuzzling against Izuku's palm. "So I need to become the best alpha, the best pro hero... to be worthy of you."

His inner omega purrs in delight.

"Do you want to be my mate, Kacchan?"

"More than anything, but I have to–"

Izuku shuts him up with a quick kiss that leaves the alpha a little dumbfounded for a couple of seconds. The alpha starts purring again, but this time the omega purrs right back.

"You don't have to do anything, Kacchan. You are the number one to me already and I want you as my mate."

Awestruck, Katsuki smiles fondly at him, like he can't quite believe his luck before he rubs their noses together.

"Can I bite you?"

"After we graduate," the omega stammers, flustered. "Because I want to tell my mom... and I think we should date for a while first."

Katsuki nods, taking a few steps closer to the omega to give him another, more eager kiss on the lips that leaves Izuku dizzy in a good way.

"Can I at least scent you?"

"Of course you can, Kacchan."

Turns out their classmates were right after all, but Izuku is actually happy to be wrong for once. Maybe he should listen to Uraraka more often from now on.

***

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Soooo I haven't been active on here but here's a snippet of a short story I started writing last month! Idk, lemme know if any of you find it interesting bc I'm thinking of refining it and then putting it on Ao3

It's mostly from Mike's POV but switches to Will's at one point too. Takes place in a theoretical post-s5 Snow Ball? And this is post Mileven breaking up so Mike is reaaaally deep in his pining over Will and the painting hasn't been fully addressed yet bc things just got back to normal and everyone's tryna have fun

Here:

I must look like a sulking idiot sitting here at this empty table while all my friends are having fun, but I can’t bring myself to enjoy the moment, there is still a lot on my mind and I can’t believe everyone is acting like nothing happened. Max and Lucas are dancing together again and after the song ends El comes back to dance with Dustin. 

I feel eyes on me. 

“Don’t feel like dancing?” Will asks me. 

I look up, startled that I didn’t hear him coming. I just nod no. He takes a seat next to me. 

“Me neither” he says with a scoff. 

I smile, maybe for the first time tonight.

“I’m honestly too tired after all that setting up” he continues. 

“It looks nice” I say, taking in my surroundings as if I haven’t done so already multiple times tonight. It does look neat. 

Will smiles.  

“So, what about you? Why are you here? Dustin and Lucas seem to be having fun over-” he looks back to where they were dancing earlier but now Dustin and El are dancing alongside Lucas and Max.  “oh” he says, then gives me a reassuring look, “sorry.” 

I shake my head, “it’s okay.” 

Some girl approaches us and we both look up. 

“Um, excuse me I was wondering if you’d like to dance” she says reaching a hand out flirtatiously towards Will. 

“Oh! Uh, sure” he says, and gets up, and they slow dance to a slow song. 

Hey, if we can solve any problem 

Then why do we lose so many tears? 

Oh and so you go again 

When the leading man appears 

I do another scan of the room and everyone is dancing, some couples kissing, probably for the first time. Jonathan is very reluctantly dancing along to the song because Nancy has forced him to. Ew, romance. I have to focus on something else. I look to the punch table and see Robin and Vickie talking, laughing. Everyone is having a good time, its honestly sickening. I can’t help but look back at Will and suddenly the lack of emotion I’ve been dealing with all day turns into a pit at the center of my stomach as We Belong by Pat Benatar plays. I have to go. I get up and rush through the crowd and push the double door to the gym maybe a little bit too aggressively because some couple on the other side of the door have these offended faces and the guy says, “what the heck?!” and he has bright pink lipstick marks on his face. But then he sees the tears in my eyes and decides to leave it alone. I walk towards the bathroom. 

“Why didn’t you do something?” his girlfriend squeaks. 

“Did you see his face? Probably got rejected. Babe, you know how I feel about that, you rejected me a year before I got these sick guns” he says and flexes. I roll my eyes and then as soon as I get into the men’s bathroom, I cross my arms on the sink and put my head down and start to cry, hoping nobody else is in here. I hear a toilet flush and someone walks out of the stall, great. At least it’ll be a stranger and not one of my friends. 

“Wheeler?” I hear in a familiar voice. Steve. I try to stabilize myself before lifting my head. I look up to him and he says “ohh, shit.” 

To Be Continued...LOL (I have a lot more written and the next part is my favorite because it's Steve giving Mike advice but...you'll have to wait)

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

These Clone Wars headcanons are long overdue

I saw someone say Anakin couldn’t have taught Ashoka everything cause that man’s stiff as a damn board and I laughed my ass off cause they were right but then it got me thinking that this would be a perfect moment for Ahsoka to teach Anakin something

So she gently persuades him and by that I mean she forces him to do some simple stretches in the morning nothing too bad just stuff you’d probably do before gym class and after a while it kinda becomes a pseudo-joined meditation for them

After a while when Anakin started becoming more comfortable with the stretches she started teaching him yoga which he quickly fell in love with cause he found it was one of the few things that calmed him down as traditional meditation should

When Ahsoka stopped being Anakin’s padawan in the cannon timeline or in my delusional timeline where they both left the order and everyone’s happy he had to find something else to call her and for the first couple of months he would always introduce her starting with “my”

The nicknames would usually fall into one of two categories the first being the unhinged nicknames like “my little hell-raiser” or “my little desert storm” and then there are the cute and sappy ones like “my little Soka” or his personal favorite “my little sister”

And with the last one people would ask “Oh is she adopted” and while Anakin could go the normal route and say yes he would instead go his route and look at the person like they’re crazy and say “No why do you ask?”

Which leads me to my next headcanon of you know when people say “If you spend enough time with something you’ll start to resemble it” Well that kinda happens with Obi-Wan Anakin and Ahsoka

In the beginning they all looked as different as a group could look but after a while people started to notice their eyes looked weirdly similar and they held themselves in the same way and their facial expressions mimicked each other and oh my force when did they start looking related?

And this works in their favor later on when they leave cause remember yall they all left and lived happily ever after… 

Anyway it works out for them cause when Anakin reiterates “No we’re all siblings” people don’t even think about it they just kinda accept it and move on cause the galaxies in shambles and weirder shit has happened

Even though Ahsoka blames Anakin for crashing everything he’s ever flown it doesn’t truly bother her the risky moves and “fancy flying” become predictable after a while and weirdly comforting 

It should concern her that barrel rolls and 90-degree drops are more soothing to her than a trained pilot who flies by the book cause yeah sure the flight is smooth but will the pilot make jokes while they’re being shot down

It is a truly hilarious show of fate that Anakin Skywalker got put in charge of the biggest adrenaline junkie this side of the galaxy and even though they both know this fact neither one of them will mention it 

Ahsoka’s just grateful to experience the feeling of a rollercoaster without ever being on one and Anakin’s grateful to finally find someone who just nags him when they freefall instead of screaming at the top of their lungs or puking when they land

Ahsoka will jokingly rat out Anakin to Obi-Wan when he picks on her it’s not uncommon for the older Jedi to hear things like “Master, Anakin keeps floating my sabers to the ceiling” or “Master, I can’t find my headwrap and Anakin’s hiding again can you help me look”

Just funny little tidbits throughout the day and sometimes council members will hear those anecdotes and for some reason they think “Oh she’s willing to rat him out for real” which has led to some council members asking her the bigger questions 

Like “Where was your master last night we tried hailing him but he didn’t answer?” and when Ahsoka responds with “Oh he’s been in his room all night tinkering with his arm” they correct her and say that the guards never reported him returning from a late-night excursion

She’ll come up with something like “Oh he left? Well I’m sorry masters I never saw him go and I could have sworn I heard him” which is a lie she told him to say hi to Padme as he left and the only thing she heard that night was her music 

But for some strange reason the council decides to believe her cause even though she’s Anakin’s padawan she has a strangely trustworthy face and has a wrap sheet of throwing him under the bus in the past 

Little do they know she wouldn’t sell him out for real and Anakin pays loyal people generously and by that I mean baked goods and boba and her favorite movie being played while they eat dinner

I don't know what it is about Anakin that gives me morning-person vibes but he just does now I’m not saying he’s like super bubbly in the morning but being up at five am when no one else is around just soothes him for some reason 

This however doesn’t stop him from staying up late to work on some projects or having a movie marathon with Ahsoka it just means those things are infrequent 

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka on the other hand feel like night owls to me the duo has so much going on throughout the day and while they’re both extroverts at heart nighttime is when they really unwind and get to relax 

All this to say it’s very funny imagining the normally broody Anakin smiling serenely at six in the morning barely needing a cup of caf while the normally happy duo of Ahsoka and Obi-Wan are reduced to grumbling grumpy messes that are death-gripping their cups of caf 

The Jedi don’t say “I love you” at least not in the normal way that everyone else does instead he makes snacks for his padawan while she frantically studies for a test that she forgot about or they say things like “Hey master I think I figured out why your prosthetic keeps locking up”  

Or one of them discovers his favorite tea in his cupboard after the younger two come back from a mission but he knows they were stationed three star systems away from where the tea is normally sold

Or the younger coming home from the same mission to find that all the chores they couldn’t do were taken care of 

You know the minuscule things that most people wouldn’t bat an eye at but to each other mean the world

[kkyaka]

Chapter 3: A False Reality

Summary: After you start talking to him again, Aomine couldn't be happier. With the time he's been spending with you, he feels he's actually getting somewhere with you. But seeing you with his teammates sparks an anger that blows up in his face, forcing him to realize his actions and face the truth. Word Count: 11,228 Warnings: aomine does a lot of apologizing in this lol, mentions of drinking (everyone's of age), aomine gets drunk and gets angry, lots of angst, things are cleared up in this chapter between reader and aomine

MASTERLIST

For the past couple of months, Aomine has been on thin ice with you. He apologized again for how he acted, and he declared when the new year started that he wouldn't touch alcohol no matter how upset he was.

He let his emotions get the best of him, and when he had a pretty good thing going with you, he went and fucked it up. He didn't even think about the consequences of what would happen; he was only focused on his feelings in the moment.

It was back to being super awkward as you'd walk into the house, and for a while you wouldn't even say anything to him. He doesn't blame you at all for your actions, and now he's only living with even more regrets as he tries to figure out anything he can do to make it up to you.

You'd only talk to him if you needed to, and with having so many away games, he never got a good chance to talk to you about what happened. He assumes you're still seeing Chris, and he can't be too sure, but he knows that he shouldn't even be thinking about it anyway.

He spends the next couple of months nearly following you around like a lost puppy whenever he's home and you're still there, finishing up some last minute things before you leave.

Since your sand tournament season is about to start, you've been using the gym Aomine has a lot more over the past couple of months. Whenever he's home, he'll check in on you, but you never acknowledge him past short remarks or noises telling him that you heard him.

Aomine's tried to figure out your schedule while you're here since you spend most of your time at the house while Taj is school. Today is another day that he tries to apologize again, and he doesn't even know if you'd let him.

He starts to think that he doesn't deserve any of your time or attention, and that he should probably leave you alone. You clearly don't want to talk to him, and all he's done is completely disrespect that fact. He holds his head down as he makes his way to find something else to do, walking away from the gym.

"Aomine, can you help me out real quick?"

He won't admit how fast he turned around the moment he heard your voice; he's confident he gave himself whiplash. He tries his best to not practically run over to you, but he can't stop his steps from being quick.

"Yeah, of course. What do you need?" he asks as he follows you into the gym. You walk over to the squat machine, placing your hands on the bar.

"I wanna try a new weight, but I need a spotter," you say, looking at him over your shoulder, and he hates how you still have that look in your eyes. He can tell you're still upset with him.

"Yeah, I got you. Go ahead."

You place yourself under the bar, making sure your feet are set in the right place before you pick up the bar. Aomine's hands are already hovering around you as you take a couple wobbly steps back.

You take a deep breath before you take your first squat, and Aomine watches you intently to make sure you don't hurt yourself and looking for any signs that you might not be able to hold the weight.

You seem pretty stable, and Aomine doesn't think you need a spotter, so he assumes you just wanted to be cautious. But now that he doesn't have to focus so much on making sure you're doing okay, he focuses on other things that he tries not to look at but he can't help it.

Since he's checking to see if your legs go weak at any point, he's got a clear view of you ass, and he wills himself to think about anything other than what you look like. You're taking your time with your reps, but as you get halfway through your set, your breathing gets a little lighter, more like a gasp, and he takes a quiet breath.

Aomine has to compose himself here. You're already pissed at him, so he doesn't know what the hell you'll do to him if you find out he's being a pervert while you trusted him to help you with this.

You finally finish, barely making it on the last rep, and you sigh heavily as you race the weight. "Oh, shit," you moan, resting your hands on the bar before you bend at the waist, stretching your legs.

Aomine quietly clears his throat as he takes a big step backwards. "Thanks for spotting me," you breathe, carefully making your way to the floor.

"Yeah, no problem," he answers, still looking at the floor. "How much are you up to now?"

"I think that was..." you start, looking up to look at the bar. "Two hundred and thirty pounds."

He finally looks at you, his eyebrows raised. "No way."

"I know, right? I wanted to go up today since I'd gotten used to my previous one."

"You really need to do all of this for your tournaments?" he asks, his voice curious, and you put your legs out in front of you, placing your hands on your ankles as you stretch. You place your head on your legs, so you talk a little louder so he can hear you.

"Yeah. Running in the sand is no fucking joke," you huff. "And then add jumping? I'm gonna do everything I can to raise my stamina." You sit up, spreading your legs and folding your body to one side. "Also, I can make my ass look great, so that's a plus."

Aomine can't find it in himself to laugh at that as you do, but luckily, you go right back to stretching. "Are you done working out?"

"Yeah, I'm probably gonna eat once the adrenaline stops running."

"You have anything in mind? I can make it for you if you want," he tries, and he holds his breath as he waits for your answer.

You stare at him for a bit before you huff, standing up. "Surprise me." He gives you a small smile, nodding as he starts to leave the room.

Aomine can't take the smile off of his face as he starts cooking, and he sighs in relief that you're finally talking to him again. He doesn't expect more than that, and he wouldn't be surprised if you gave him a piece of your mind once you're done stretching. He honestly can't believe he even lied to you like he did just because he was jealous; he didn't even know he was capable of doing that.

He has a lot of new year resolutions, and he has no plans on breaking them. He hears you walk in as he's finishing up, and you sit down at the island as you watch him. He tries to not feel nervous as you sit and wait, and he mentally wills for the food to finish cooking a little faster. He makes your plate, setting it in front of you.

"Wow, you made all of this in such little time," you comment, setting your arms on the counter in front of you, and it takes Aomine every fiber of his being to not look down at your chest.

"Well, I usually make this when I'm going through an intense workout. It'll get all your calories back." He quickly turns around after he gives you some silverware, feeling his face warm. He sighs quietly as he makes himself some food, trying his best to focus on anything other than your body.

He's always thought you were beautiful, that's what attracted him in the first, other than the fact that you seemed to hate him for some reason. But since then, you've grown, somehow gotten even more beautiful, and he's still acting like a teenager, not being able to handle seeing you in shorts and a sports bra.

He sits next to you, digging into his food, and he hopes that the silence doesn't feel awkward for you like it does for him. "Thank you for cooking because I definitely wasn't feeling up to it," you chuckle, and he shrugs as he takes a sip from his cup.

"Don't worry about it. You seemed to really push yourself today, so I thought I'd save you the trouble."

"Well, you did." You grab your plate, getting up to put it into the sink, and Aomine feels like he should say something about how what happened.

"Look," he starts with a sigh. "I'm seriously really sorry about that whole thing with you going on a date." You turn around, resting your hands on the counter, leaning forward a bit, and Aomine looks down at his food, his first instinct to look at your boobs. "I let my emotions get the best of me, and I ended up hurting your feelings in the process, which is the last thing I ever wanted to do."

He glances up at you until he scolds himself in his head, finally meeting your eyes. He feels uneasy as he watches you squint at him. "Are you trying not to look at my boobs?" He jumps slightly in his seat as his face flushes, his mouth opening and closing quickly, but he can't get words to come out.

"N-No! No, I--uh," he trails off, not really having something to say to explain himself.

"I accept your apology, Aomine," you say, and it stops his panicking, and he relaxes quickly, not even noticing how tense he had become. "Thanks again for the food."

He smiles softly as you walk away, and he tries to focus on his food, but he can't help but watch you walk away. You quickly look over your shoulder, and he jumps again, looking forward as tries to play it off like he just didn't get caught staring at your ass. He hears you laugh softly as you walk up the stairs, and he sighs heavily, resting his elbows on the counter before rubbing his hands over his face.

~

You've got a string of tournaments coming up that could help you qualify for bigger tournaments later in the summer. The weather's starting to warm up which you're so glad for since you never liked playing in the cold. Aomine's team didn't do well in the playoffs, so they were out pretty early in the championship. Since he's home more, he has more time to watch Taj, and that allows you to go out of town without having to worry about who's going to watch Taj.

Aomine and Taj usually spend most of their weekends watching you play on TV, Taj cheering you on as if he's actually there. Aomine was actually able to call you one time while you were having a break, and he could hear your smile through the phone when Taj excited told you how amazing you were. Of course, being away for a few days nearly every month was starting to really get to Taj.

Aomine was glad that his son wanted to spend time with them, and seemed to be more than happy to do so, but Aomine admits that he misses you too. It feels like part of the house is missing, and he tries to keep the both of them occupied so that they're not lingering on the fact that you're not here. You've brought Taj to a couple of your practices, and Aomine thinks that he really enjoys the sport, so while you're gone, he tries to see if there are any camps or something that he could put him in.

You've finally hit a break where you don't have any tournaments, and Aomine and Taj both easily admit that they missed spending the weekends with you. Now that basketball isn't a big part of his routine anymore, he's definitely struggling to find ways to keep himself entertained.

You bring both of them to some of your practices since it seems like they can't function without you, which makes you roll your eyes fondly every time you think about it. Of course, that only causes more gossip to arise, but thankfully, it still seems to be on the downside. Only a few companies are talking about it, but you can't even begin to be bothered with that. You've gotten to a comfortable (for a lack of a better word) place with Aomine, but you don't have any intention of going further than that.

The hurt that you felt back then is still strong, and in the moments where your head can finally run its thoughts, it always goes back to that feeling when you finally called it quits. You're not even sure if Aomine was just as hurt as you when you broke up, and you think about the fact that he found someone to be with not too long after you broke up. You don't really know if you can trust him with your heart again, and you don't even know if you want to.

The way he reacted to finding out you were seeing Chris honestly made you pissed off more than anything. He had the audacity to get upset that you were seeing someone even though he got over you in a split second after you broke up? You kind of want to ask him about it, but you don't know if you'd like the answer he might give you. You usually don't let yourself dwell on it too long because you know that you'll just make yourself even more upset and bring up painful feelings from the past.

Although, there is a part of you that missed seeing Aomine even if you're not dating anymore. Even if you don't plan on doing anything more with your relationship with Aomine, a small part of you is still glad that you have one with him anyway. But, you feel like that's your young self talking.

You have a big tournament coming up across the state, so you'll be gone for longer than a weekend, and Taj is nowhere near happy about that. "We can't go with you?" he asks solemnly, and you let your head fall to the side as you look at him. He will be out of school by the time the tournament rolls around, and Aomine will also be free for a little bit before he starts his pre-season training.

"If Aomine is okay with it, then you guys can tag along."

"Really?!" he exclaims, jumping into you. Aomine obviously agrees, and you work on booking the hotel since it's better to get it done early while the prices are still cheap and while there's still rooms available. You don't know if you want to book a flight or just drive though. The drive wouldn't be that bad, but you also don't want to be cramped on a plane after playing for three days.

"I can drive if that's what you wanna do," Aomine offers when he sees you debating which one to do.

"I can't ask you to do that."

He shakes his head. "Seriously. I don't mind. But if you feel up for driving at any point, then you can," he bargains.

"And what if I don't feel up for driving," you tease.

"Then I drive the entire time."

"There and back?" you ask, and you're eyebrows raise when he nods. "Aomine, you can't be serious."

"I don't think it sounds like I'm joking," he chuckles lightly.

You sigh as you look at him. "I really don't wanna fly this time," you moan after a bit of silence. "You better not hold this over my head," you warn, pointing a finger at him.

"I promise you that I won't," he declares, holding his hands up. "I was the one that offered anyway."

"Alright, if you say so," you lament. "Thanks, Aomine."

~

You have to leave over in the late night to get on the road to make sure that you get there on time. Taj was actually too excited to sleep that night, but of course, like you both knew, he fell asleep as soon as Aomine was pulling out of the neighborhood. Since nothing's open this late, you decide to get food later when you're further down the road. The conversation between you and Aomine mostly consists of anything related to volleyball, and anything else that he wants to ask about you.

You fall asleep a couple of hours after you're on the road, and Aomine softly plays music through the speakers as the sun starts to come up. He looks in his rearview to check on Taj, and with having no one to talk to, he can only think about how much of a family you all feel like. He seems to have these thoughts the most whenever he's in the car with the both of you, and for a little bit, he lets himself think that you actually are.

He's got nothing else to do, and it's not like anyone will know this is what he's thinking about. There's a part of him that feels guilty for thinking this way, but the happiness he gets from it outweighs that for now. Maybe one day, it'll come back to bite him in the ass, but he decides to worry about that later.

You wake up once he's out of the state, your stomach grumbling lowly. You groan as you stretch, yawning loudly as you try to figure out where you are. "Seriously? Already?" you ask when Aomine tells you what state you're currently in. "You aren't speeding, are you?"

"Of course not," he says as he rolls his eyes. Soon after you wake up, you spot a rest area that has a bunch of food places, so you decide to stop there. You and Aomine stretch when you get out of the car, and you yawn again loudly as your body starts to wake up. You open the door on Taj's side, and you softly run your finger over his face.

"Taj, baby, wake up," you say softly, and he stirs after a while. He squints his eyes as they adjust to the sunlight, and you smile as you watch him look around. "You gotta go to the bathroom?" He nods quietly, taking his seatbelt off, and you step to the side so he can get out of the car.

You all go to the bathroom, meeting at the food courts once you're done. Some of the places are still serving breakfast, so you automatically make your decision on what you want to eat. Taj and Aomine decide to eat at the same place as well, and you sit at one of the tables near the restaurant. Taj is still waking up so he's still quiet as he eats, so he actually finishes up pretty quickly.

When you finish eating, Taj quietly says that he wants to take a picture of the landscape that the rest area is near, and you chuckle softly at his request, but Aomine does it without question. You hold Taj as Aomine takes the selfie, and then you're piling back into the car, hitting the road again. You brought your blanket that you had in the backseat up to the passenger seat with you, and you recline the seat back, setting your pillow behind your head as you get comfortable before throwing the blanket over you.

"You gonna sleep some more?" Aomine asks, and you wordlessly nod.

"If you wanna switch out, just wake me up," you tell him, turning slightly on your side so that you can look out the window. It eventually puts you back to sleep, and Aomine checks to see if Taj is asleep, but to his surprise, he's awake, just not as lively as he usually is.

"You excited, Taj?" Aomine asks softly.

"Yeah! I wanna see what the court looks like in-person!"

"Yeah?" he prompts, and Taj talks for a while, and Aomine quietly listens to him, asking him questions every now and then.

Taj wants to take a picture every time you stop, and you're going to get there earlier than planned, so you happily indulge in his wishes. You try to get Aomine to switch with you, but he always softly brushes you off, saying that he wants you to get as much rest as possible.

Once you get about an hour and a half away, you finally wear him down enough to where he finally lets you drive. "You need to take a nap at least," you urge as you hit the road again. You dance to the music you have playing through the speakers, and Aomine reclines the seat, but he keeps his eyes on you, smiling as he watches you dance and sing quietly.

You glance over at him a couple of times to see he's still sleep, and you laugh as you reach over to him, keeping your eyes on the road. "Go to sleep!" you gently order, moving your hand over his eyes so that they close.

"Yes, ma'am," he muses, the smile on his face never fading even when he falls asleep.

Aomine wakes up when he notices that the car has stopped moving, and he sees that the car is parked in the parking lot of the hotel. He sits up, yawning softly as he sees Taj playing with his stuffed dragon. He moves the seat back up before he gets out of the car, stretching his body before he starts to unload the car.

You come back out with a cart so that you can put all your stuff on it, and you and Aomine unload your stuff, strategically stacking as much of it as you can on it while you carrying everything else. Taj holds your hand as you walk into the hotel and make your way to the elevator. Taj is taking everything in, and you give him the key card to open your hotel room.

He runs in first, immediately running over to the big windows that are covered by the curtains. He gasps as he pushes them out of the way so he can see the window as you turn on the light, holding the door open for Aomine so he can roll the cart in.

"You can see the beach!" he shouts, bouncing on his feet. You and Aomine both laugh as he moves all of your stuff off the cart, and you walk over to Taj, unlocking the balcony door and sliding it open. He carefully steps outside when he sees how high it is, immediately grabbing onto the railing as you step out, sliding the door closed. "Look at the water!"

You smile as you take pictures, filming a video of everything around you. You always choose a hotel close to the beach every time, not only because it's close to where you're playing, but because of the view and the amount of stuff that's near it. Since it's kind of like a tourist attraction, there's restaurants and stores walking distance, and you've always appreciated that.

You hear the door slide open, and Aomine steps outside with you two, looking over the view as he closes the door. "Wow, this is actually pretty cool," he comments, looking around.

You don't do much once you arrive at the hotel, the drive nearly taking everything out of you since you didn't get proper sleep in the car. You meet up with your partner later on in the day, introducing her to Aomine and Taj. You all eat dinner pretty early since you have to be up so early tomorrow morning, and you head back to the hotel with your stomach full.

"Do I get my own bed?" Taj asks as you all start to turn in for the night. You've all showered, and you laugh as you wrap your hair up.

"And why would you get your own bed?" you muse. "You're not the one who has to get up early in the morning and play."

"You don't wanna share a bed with me, bud?" Aomine questions, and he's quick to shake his head, staking his claim on the bed closest to the window.

"My bed isn't this big at home! Just for one night?" he pleads.

"Fine, Taj," you sigh. Aomine freezes for a split second at your answer, not expecting you to agree so quickly.

"Are you sure?" he whispers as Taj gets under the covers. "I can sleep with him, I don't mind."

"Don't worry about it, Aomine," you say, waving him off as you slide into bed. "I'm too tired to care about having my own bed."

He nods quietly, moving to turn the light off. He carefully slides into the bed next to you, careful to not touch you as he gets comfortable. "Goodnight," Taj giggles, and you smile at him.

"Goodnight, Taj."

You make sure your alarms are set, plugging up your phone before you lay down, pulling the cover up to your chin. It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep, but it takes Aomine a while. He's definitely too hyper focused on the fact that he's sharing a bed with you, and he's worried he'll do something weird in his sleep and make you uncomfortable.

He rolls over so that his back is facing you, and he slowly closes his eyes, hoping that this is enough to keep him away from you through the night.

~

Aomine wakes up to the alarm first, groaning softly as his eyes slide open. He tries to move, but he suddenly realizes that something's on his chest. For a split second, he thinks it's Taj, not being able to sleep by himself, but his heart stops when he realizes that it's you. He freezes, not knowing what to do, but he really wants to turn that alarm off.

He freezes again when you start to move, and you roll over, turning the alarm off before you lay back down on him. "Um..." he starts quietly. He gently shakes you, and you groan before you open your eyes. You sit up as you yawn, looking around the room.

"Oh, shit. Did I fall asleep on you?"

"Yeah," he mumbles.

"Sorry," you whisper softly. "But I've never slept better," you joke.

"I'm glad," he responds, willing his heart to stop beating so fast, but he's glad that you don't seem to be upset at the position you woke up in.

"I have to be there really early, but I don't play until later, so you guys can just come then. I think they serve breakfast until ten." Aomine nods at your words, and you sigh, sitting there for a second before you stand up. You stretch, standing on your toes, and your shorts have ridden up in your sleep. Aomine's eyes drift down against his will, and he flushes before he quickly looks away as you walk to the bathroom.

He can't even think about going back to sleep as he listens to you getting ready, and he puts his hand on his chest to feel his heart thumping against it. "See you later, Aomine," you call softly, peeking your head around the corner.

"See you." He smiles back at you before you disappear, and he hears the door open and close before it locks. He rolls over onto his side, trying to settle back into the mindset so he can go back to sleep, but his mind is running. He instantly misses the feeling of you on him, something he hasn't felt in years. He doesn't go back to sleep, the only thing being on his mind is you.

Before he knows it, the sun is nearly fully risen, and he checks the time on his phone. He sighs heavily as he gets up, getting ready before he wakes up Taj. He's slow to get up, but once he's dressed and has his teeth brushed and face washed, he's running towards the elevator so that they can eat breakfast.

They can walk to the beach where you're playing, so Aomine holds Taj's hand as they walk, and Taj excitedly reacts to everything he sees, even the little things. You had already gotten their wristbands and their passes, and Aomine shows them at the entrance, and they're lead to one of the courts where you're playing.

You're one of the first teams up, and they get there just in time to see you warming up. You're off right now, and Taj loudly yells your name, waving to get your attention. You smile as you wave, jogging onto the court a split second later.

Aomine doesn't know if coming was a good or a bad idea. He can barely handle you in workout gear, and now he's seeing you move around in a bikini. Even though it's super early in the morning, it's already pretty warm with the occasional breeze. You told him that you preferred to play with less clothes on because of how hot it can get during the day.

Even though he's seen you on TV, it pales in comparison to seeing you in person. You have so much skin showing, and Aomine isn't sure if he can handle it. He looks over your body way more times than he would like to admit, but once the game starts, he knocks himself out of it, and focuses on the game.

He vaguely understands the rules, but he's mostly concentrated on watching you. He was always mesmerized when he saw you play indoor volleyball in high school, but now he doesn't think there's anything that could break him out of watching you now. Every move you make looks so natural, and nearly every ball that comes on your side of the court, you pick up. You always say that you don't play well the first game of the day, but you seem to be doing just fine to him.

Sometimes he gets a little too zoned out, and whenever Taj cheers when you score, it shakes him out of it, clapping like he was focusing on the plays the entire time. You sweep the first team you play, the stands cheering loudly for you and your partner as you shake hands with everybody.

You jog over to where Aomine and Taj are, and Aomine has never been more grateful for wearing sunglasses because the only thing he's looking at as you walk over is how your thighs move. You wipe the sand off of the best you can before you pick up Taj over the barrier, sighing heavily as you catch your breath.

"Everything you did was amazing! You were everywhere all at once!"

"Thank you," you laugh, still breathing a little heavy.

"You're seriously amazing," Aomine compliments, and you wave him off, feeling a little shy at the praise.

"Ah, it was nothing," you dismiss lightly. "We don't play for a couple of hours, so we can go hang out at the beach if you want to."

The rest of the day goes by pretty fast, all of you going back and forth between watching other games to walking along the beach. You go undefeated the first day, and by the time you finish all of your games, you're exhausted. You always forget how tiring these big tournaments can get, and Aomine decides to take your dinner to-go so you can get back to the hotel faster.

You shower as soon as you get inside while Aomine and Taj start eating. You join them soon after, eating a lot more than he's seen you eat, but he doesn't blame you, and you're soon crawling into bed. Taj continues to talk to you, and you respond with hums until they start to get longer. Within minutes, you're asleep, and Aomine urges Taj into the shower as he cleans up the trash.

Taj immediately goes back into the bed that he was in last night, and Aomine mentally fights with himself on whether to join you or not. You didn't seem to mind sharing a bed with him, but he doesn't know if you'd still be okay with that. By the time Aomine gets out of the shower, the only thing he's thinking about is going to sleep, and he slides into bed next to you without a second thought.

You shake hands with your opponents, their coaches, and the referees before you jog over to where Taj and Aomine are sitting. Aomine lifts him over the barrier, setting him down in the sand on the other side. "You were awesome!" he shouts, making you laugh. You wipe the sand off yourself as best as you can before you pick him up in your arms.

Since you won all of your games yesterday, you made it into the winners bracket, so you have even steeper competition today. You've only played two games, and you can already feel how tired you're going to be tonight. You laugh with Taj, eventually putting him down when you hear a familiar voice coming from behind you.

You scream softly as you run over to him, jumping into his arms, and he laughs as he hugs you tightly. The smile immediately falls off of Aomine's face as he watches.

"Sorry, I didn't see you play yesterday. But you were killing it today," the man says after he puts you down.

"Don't sweat it, Tyler. I know you were pretty busy running this whole thing."

"How have you been?"

"I'm making it. I'm here, y'know?" you laugh before you see that Taj is still standing next to you. "Oh, this is Taj and Aomine. They came to watch this weekend."

"Nice to meet you guys," he says warmly, but Aomine barely responds.

"I know who you are!" Taj says, pointing at him. "She showed me your highlight reels! You're really good!"

Tyler laughs softly. "Thank you so much! Glad to see that I still have fans."

"You're not playing anymore?" Aomine questions, remembering what happened the last time he let his emotions get the best of him.

"I had a really bad injury last year, so I'm taking some time off to recover." Aomine nods, and Tyler frowns for a split second before he takes a step closer. "Wait, Aomine? You're not that crazy, ridiculous basketball player, right?"

Aomine can't help but chuckle. "Yeah. I am."

"Dude, my nephew loves you. Would you mind if I get an autograph?"

"Of course not." Tyler retrieves one of the small volleyballs that the players throw in the stands right before the game starts, and he hands it to him with a sharpie following it after. Aomine signs it, handing it back to him, and he laughs as he looks at it.

"I really appreciate this, man. He's gonna love this."

"No problem," Aomine responds lightly. "So, how do you guys know each other?"

"We were partners in college when we played co-ed," you answer.

"And we were unstoppable," he brags, throwing an arm around you as you laugh. Aomine takes a deep breath, doing his best to compose himself.  You and Tyler talk a bit more, but Aomine stays silent, trying to ignore the jealousy burning in his chest.

"Well, I'm gonna go ahead and get outta here. I just wanted to see you just in case I didn't get a chance," he says before he hugs you tightly again, and Aomine's eyes stay on his hands as they drift to your back. "Good luck for the rest of today. I'm rooting for you!" You smile as he turns to Taj. "Have fun today, little man!" he says, giving him a high five, and when he looks at Aomine, he puts on the best friendly smile he can manage. "Thanks again for the autograph. It was really nice to meet you."

"Yeah, you too." Tyler hugs you again, and with the sunglasses on, Aomine doesn't need to fight the urge to roll his eyes. You wave as he leaves, and you sigh when your stomach growls.

"Wow, that breakfast did not last long at all," you groan, holding your stomach.

"We brought you food this time!" Taj says, and you walk over to Aomine, seeing a insulated bag next to the chair he's sitting in.

"Oh, my God, you guys are amazing," you praise, and Aomine quickly pulls out one of the subs he brought as pride swells in his chest, and you carefully maneuver over the barrier, sitting down in the chair that Taj was in as you dig in. You moan loudly as you eat, two seconds from crying as you eat it. Aomine mentions that he brought food for your partner as well, and you call her over to get some also.

You grab one out of the bag, standing to give it to her which puts your ass right in Aomine's line of sight. He looks way longer than he should have, and when the blood starts to run in the wrong direction, he slightly adjusts himself as he looks somewhere else.

Aomine brought a blanket, so after you eat, you take a quick nap before your next game starts. Aomine makes sure that Taj leaves you alone for a bit so you can refill your energy, and he softly wakes you about thirty minutes before you have to be on the court.

You're more alert when you wake up, sitting up almost immediately after he wakes you up. "Thank you so much. I really needed this."

"Go get 'em," he encourages, and Taj gives you a high five and some words of encouragement before you go back out on the court.

~

You pack up your stuff on the last day so that you don't have to worry about checking out when you get back. You go ahead and go to the beach while Aomine makes sure everything is packed, and he checks out, driving over to where there's parking near the beach.

You weren't nervous when you woke up this morning, and Aomine couldn't be more proud of you. The stands are packed when he gets to the court, so many people anticipating the matchup with the team you're up against today. You made it all the way to the finals, and Aomine's seen the other team play, so he know this'll be a tougher match for you.

Aomine actually finds himself anxiously sitting on the edge of the seat when the whistle is blown for the first serve. He hangs onto every play, standing and cheering whenever you win a long rally. You win the first set, and not without a tiring fight, but you drop the second set. Aomine knows you're tired, but he knows that you'll push through it until the end no matter the outcome.

The third set is a quick one to fifteen points, and you start off slow, the team having a pretty big lead. Aomine can feel his heart racing as it starts to look bad, and he cheers loudly for you after you lose another point. He watches you take a deep breath, composing yourself before you get into position.

All of a sudden, you go on a scoring run, catching up in the blink of an eye. Aomine and Taj cheer loudly for every point and for every dig you get. You have to win by two, and you end up going past fifteen, but you and your partner hunker those last points, coming out on top.

You yell loudly as your partner wraps her arms around you, and Aomine is out of his seat as he cheers for you. You wave Aomine and Taj over after you shake hands with everyone, and they give you medals and hats for your win. Taj runs over to you, and you pick him up, starting to cry because of how overwhelmed you are.

"How are you guys feeling right now?" the commentator asks, and your partner is crying harder than you, so you catch your breath as you answer.

"I think we're feeling all kinds of things right now," you cry, laughing through your tears. "We honestly hadn't been doing well at these big tournaments in the past, and we both worked really hard this year." Aomine rubs over your back as you wipe your face. "And I'm just so glad to see that it paid off. I honestly couldn't do it without my partner, without my support system," you say, looking at Taj and then Aomine, and he feels his world stop. "I'm just so happy right now," you laugh again before hugging your partner.

You both cheer loudly as the commentator starts to conclude the game, and you both wave to the crowd, crying even more when you see everyone standing up and cheering you on. You hug Aomine tightly, and he reminisces in the moment for as long as he can.

Aomine wakes up slowly, squinting as the light hits his eyes. "I thought you were never going to wake up." He jumps at the sound of your voice, looking down to see you laying on his chest.

"What--What are you doing here?" he questions softly, looking around to see that you're both in a room that he doesn't recognize. "Where's Taj?"

"He's with your parents," you answer. "Remember?" As Aomine starts to come to, he realizes that the both of you are naked, and his eyes widen just a bit. "Jeez, did you really have a lot to drink last night?"

"What happened last night?"

You giggle softly as you hold your hand up, and Aomine's eyes grow as wide as saucers when he sees a ring on your finger. He softly grabs your hand, blinking a couple of times to make sure he's not seeing things. "We're married?"

"Yes, you doofus. Do you remember anything?" He doesn't, but right now, he just became the happiest man in the world. He laughs softly before he turns to kiss you deeply, feeling like his heart is going to explode. He pulls away when you laugh, his face starting to hurt from how hard he's smiling.

"You remember now?"

"I'll never forget," he declares, kissing you again.

Aomine jumps when his alarm goes off, and he groans as he rolls over to turn it off. He sits up, looking over at the other side of the bed to see that it's empty and that he's in his room. He runs his hand over his head as he realizes that he was just dreaming and sadness quickly hits him.

It takes him a while to get out of bed, sitting on the edge with his feet on the floor. He's been having dreams like that ever since he came back from your tournament. He honestly doesn't know why, but every time he wakes up, it makes him feel even worse whenever he has a dream where you're finally together. It's actually starting to get to him, and with the pre-season training starting, he doesn't have a lot of time to rest.

He's not getting a lot of sleep because he always wake up in the middle of the dream, and he nearly drives himself mad trying to go back to sleep so he can go back. But then he realizes that that's all it is. A dream. He was on cloud nine after your tournament, but once Chris was back in the picture and he started having those dreams, he quickly crashed down to reality.

He's tried to play if off, but he knows that you can tell he's not really feeling like himself. He's been off during training so bad until the point where even his coaches are asking if everything's okay. They allow him to take a break, but he doesn't want to, knowing that he'll only drown in his own thoughts.

The team actually does get a break, and Chris and a couple other of his teammates decided to hang out that night since they don't have anything the next day. He didn't decline because anything to distract him from his thoughts was more than welcomed. Although, everything at first was good, being a relaxing night for him, until it wasn't.

You weren't at the house because you didn't need to be; Taj staying with Aomine's parents for the weekend, so the both of you are free for now. He tried to find any excuse he could to get you to stay a little longer, but he knew that you would see right through it, so he just let it go. Aomine's nursing his beer as he laughs at something Chris said as they watch a rerun of an old game, and he suddenly turns his head towards the door when he hears keys being put into the lock.

He stands before any of his teammates catch onto it, but they're already looking turning their attention to you when you finally walk into view. You slow to a stop as you see only a couple of familiar faces in the room, and you give Aomine a small smile when he walks closer to you.

"Sorry, I left my laptop here," you sigh. "I got all the way home before I even remembered."

"It's okay," Aomine says, and you're about to step around him when Chris walks up to you. He pulls you into a hug that you don't fight, and it forces Aomine to take a couple of steps back as jealousy runs through his veins.

"It's been a while," Chris muses and Aomine hates how wide your smile is. It's been so long since you've smiled that big because of him. The only way he gets to see that smile directed at him is in his dreams.

"It has, but you guys have been busy," you respond. "...losing." He laughs, wrapping his arms around you tighter before lifting you off the ground.

"Chris, let me go!" you laugh, and Aomine fights the urge to roll his eyes when he picks you up over his shoulder before walking to the couch. You groan loudly as he sets you down before sitting down next to you in your space.

"You might as well stay," he says, wrapping his arm around you.

"I don't wanna intrude," you say as Aomine finally sits down, but he can't bring himself to look away from the way Chris is holding you.

"Ah, you know Aomine doesn't mind," he dismisses with a wave of his hand. "You guys don't mind, do you?" he asks, turning to his teammates.

"That depends," one of them starts, "do you like watching basketball?"

You chuckle softly. "I prefer to watch college over pro because you guys tend to me dramatic," you jab, making Chris nudge you slightly in the side as everyone laughs.

"So, you're staying?" Chris prods even though he already knows your answer.

"I have nothing else to do tonight since Taj isn't here," you say with a shrug before you stand. "But I am not drinking beer." You walk away, going to change into something more comfortable, and when you come back, there's some seltzers on the coffee table.

You grab one, popping it open before you sit next to Chris, and Aomine's grip on his bottle tightens when he sees how close you're sitting to him. Aomine was having fun, but he doesn't think his mood has ever soured so fast. It seems like time slows down as his teammates start to pay more attention to you than the game playing, and it gets to the point that no one is watching the TV anymore.

His teammates have slowly gravitated towards you, and Aomine hates how you're just eating up the attention. He stays silent, drinking even more in a poor attempt at keeping his anger at bay. It doesn't work though; the more the alcohol fills his veins, the more agitated he gets. That new years resolution he had set is now being thrown out the window. He hears you giggle stupidly at something that one of his teammates says, and it quickly reminds him of how you used to do that when you were dating, and his restraint snaps.

"Why don't you just fuck them in front of me?" he spits, and the conversation stops as everyone's smile falls off their faces. You look towards him as you frown, seeing that he's staring hard at you.

"Excuse me?" you ask, and Chris looks between the two of you.

"You heard me," he hisses. "Since you seem to be having the time of your life right now," he continues, his voice hard.

"Aomine, chill, what the fuck?" Chris says calmly, his voice telling you that he's completely bewildered.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Aomine, what the fuck is wrong with you?" you question, setting your drink down, your body now horribly tense compared to what it was before. "What are you talking about?"

One of his teammates stands. "I think we should go," he says awkwardly with a forced sigh as he rubs his hands over his pants.

"Yeah, you should," Aomine agrees quickly, but his eyes never leave yours. "Maybe she'll join you."

"Okay, seriously? What is your fucking problem?" you ask, your voice starting to rise as you stand. His teammates are already out the door, but Chris doesn't move, staying in his seat on the couch.

"How many of my teammates are you gonna fuck? Huh?" Aomine challenges, and you scoff loudly.

"Fuck you! I can do whatever I want! Who I sleep with is none of your business!"

"It is if you're gonna do it right in front of me!" He doesn't even know what he's saying, the only thing he knows is that he's beyond frustrated. Chris slowly starts to make his way towards the door, and you take a couple of steps closer to Aomine.

"Why are you being like this?! We were just talking!"

"How come they get all of their attention, and I don't, huh?!" he grills as he sets his beer down before standing. "You've known me for longer!"

"You cannot be serious right now!" you yell, scoffing in annoyance. Chris makes his exit, but neither of you notice. "You have a lot of fucking balls to come at me like this!" Your voice echoes off the walls, and Aomine's about to argue back, but his voice dies in his throat when you step into his space. "You ruined our relationship, Aomine!" you scream. "You were the one that started treating me like I was nothing."

At your words, all of his anger suddenly rushes out of him, and his body relaxes as his face falls. "And don't say some bullshit about how I broke up with you! You left me no fucking choice!" Aomine feels his world slow down as he watches tears flood in your eyes. "Do you know how horrible I felt?!! I felt so fucking stupid because I fell for you, and you threw me away like I was nothing!"

He starts to wave his hands slowly, trying and failing to dig himself out of the deep hole he's put himself in. He can feel his world crashing around him. "y/n, I--"

"And you have the audacity to get fucking pissed at me?! That's fucking rich!" A bitter laugh escapes your throat. "I have been trying to figure out what I did for seven years! I didn't have closure, and I still haven't gotten over you!" You're sobbing at this point, and Aomine doesn't know what to do. "Is that what you wanted to hear?! Huh?! You wanted to hear how I'm still thinking about you?! You want me to be desperately searching for answers?! You want to have the trophy of being the only person to break me more than anyone or anything else?!"

"Of course not, I just--I didn't mean anything...I was just--" He can't even defend himself, and he immediately panics when you shake your head as you try to walk away. He's quick to put his hands on your arm, but you instantly shake him off. "Please, wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean what I said!"

He follows you as you walk away, and he starts to feel lightheaded as different emotions rise in his body. "Please, wait, just let me explain!"

"I think you've said enough!" you respond as you head towards your room.

"Baby, please," he tries, desperate to figure out any way to get you to stop. "Just listen to me!"

"I've listened to you longer than I would love to!" You make it to your room, and when you get inside, you turn around. Aomine stops as he stumbles over his words. "I hate you!" you scream, your words broken up by your sobs, but he hears it clear as day.

The slam of the door rings in his ears, and he feels like he can't breathe. His heartbeat's in his ears, and his mind is racing. He immediately puts his hands on the door, knocking softly. "You have to let me explain, please..." he tries as he starts to feel the hot tears running down his face.

You know that Aomine can hear you crying as you curl into the covers. You let out everything you've been holding in since he walked back into your life, crying so hard you nearly throw up. You can hear him crying as well through the door, the sound of knocking breaking it up every now and then, but you ignore it.

You haven't felt this defeated in a long time. Your back is facing the door, and you have every intention of staying in this position until you cry yourself to sleep.

"y/n...please I--" Your crying dies down a little, to the point where you're hiccupping, so you can hear everything he's saying. "I--I don't feel good," you barely hear, and the thud you hear after that makes you jump out of your skin. You freeze as you open your eyes, quickly catching onto how eerily quiet it's gotten. You wonder if he's putting on an act to try to get you to come out, but after an anxious few minutes, you can't ignore the alarms going off in your head.

"Aomine?" you say softly, sitting up and turning over. You throw the covers back, getting out of bed when you don't get a response. "Aomine, this isn't fucking funny," you state as you walk to the door. You hold your hand over the door knob for a couple of seconds before you swing it open, looking down to see Aomine on the floor.

You're on the floor in seconds, shaking him violently, but he doesn't move. "Aomine?!" you yell. "Aomine!"

~

The first thing Aomine hears when he wakes up is beeping. He slowly blinks, adjusting to the bright lights that are hitting his eyes. "How you doing?" he hears, and he gently turns his head to the direction of the voice, Chris' face coming into clear view as his eyes start to lose the blurriness. He doesn't respond, his eyes instantly locking onto you sleeping in Chris' lap, and the events start to flood his memory as he hates the image he sees in front of him.

He rubs his eyes as he looks back at the ceiling. "Fuck," he mumbles.

"You really gave her a scare," Chris tells him, and in his head, Aomine knows he's done way more than that.

"What happened?" he asks a little louder, his voice raspy.

"You passed out obviously," Chris says softly. "You've been out for a few hours. The doctor said that you're dehydrated and really overworked. Stress seems to be the most likely reason, but they can't be for sure since they couldn't really ask you anything," he informs. "I knew I shouldnt've let you practice so hard," he adds quietly.

"Is she okay?" Aomine asks, not bothering to acknowledge what he said because he can easily confirm what Chris said.

Chris looks down at you as he rubs over your back before looking back at Aomine. "Yeah, just tired. I was waiting in my car just in case she needed a ride home, and she told me what happened. I didn't drink much, so I drove you here."

"Thanks," Aomine says pitifully. There's silence in the air for a bit as Aomine looks ahead of him. He eventually sits up with a soft groan, rubbing over his head when it throbs a little. "So, when did you guys meet?" A question that Aomine's had on his mind since he found out you and Chris knew each other. He never asked in the past because he wasn't sure if he wanted to hear the answer, but he might as well find out now.

"Sophmore year in college," Chris tells him after a sigh, his hand rubbing over your back. "She said she had gone through a bad breakup, and it was hard for her to get over." Aomine only feels worse as he listens to him. "We were just messing around though, nothing serious ever came out of it."

"You see really close though," Aomine comments softly.

"Well, yeah. We were friends first," Chris chuckles. "I don't think she ever got over it. She wouldn't tell me who it was."

"It...It was me," Aomine whispers, letting his body slump forward so he can let his head drop. "We were dating in high school, but when we got to college, she broke up with me." Aomine laughs bitterly, shaking his head. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"

"I...had a hunch, but it felt wrong to assume," he answers honestly, and Aomine stays quiet. "I figured something happened between you two, but I didn't know you'd react like that."

"I shouldn't have," Aomine replies. "I was taking out my anger on her, and that's a messed up thing to do. I was frustrated with myself. Everything was my fault." Aomine goes silent, and Chris sighs heavily.

"Dude, I just wanna tell you that I wasn't doing any of this on purpose," he discloses. "I didn't know you still had feelings for her like that, and I wasn't trying to rub it in your face."

"Yeah, I know," he whispers.

He's about to continue talking, but you start to stir, and the tension in the room starts to rise again. The men stay silent as you start to wake up, and Aomine holds his breath when you look at him. He feels his heart break even more when he sees how puffy your eyes are.

"How are you feeling?" you ask, and you set your feet on the floor and stand when Chris moves.

"I'm gonna go get something from the vending machine," he says. "You want anything?"

"Chips and some water, please," you answer softly, and he gives you a nod, giving Aomine one last glance before he leaves. Aomine looks at you when you clear your throat, sitting back down in the chair.

"I'm still feeling pretty tired," he admits. "But I feel way better than I did last night."

"That's good," you respond, nodding your head as you look away. "They gave you some fluids, so you should be able to go home in a while. The doctor wanted to keep you here for a little longer just to be on the safe side."

Aomine nods and it's so awkward right now that all he wants is for something to swallow him up. "Thanks for bringing me here," he tells you. "I know you hate me and all, but I appreciate it."

"I'm not an asshole, Aomine," you reply, your voice a step from sounding annoyed. "Why wouldn't I take you to the hospital?" You cross your arms as you curl into yourself, looking away at something else in the room.

"Look, y/n, I'm really sorry about last night. I was totally out of line."

"Don't worry about it, Aomine," you try.

"No, I am going to worry about it," he urges. "What I said to you was horrible. I've only ever treated you like shit," he continues. He wishes he could say what he wants to say, but he's never been good with words. But he'll try his damn hardest. "I mean it when I say I didn't mean anything I said last night. I was taking my own frustrations out on you. I was pissed at myself for the mistake I made back then, and I handled it in the completely wrong way."

You don't say anything, and he doesn't really expect you to. "I'm so sorry. And I honestly don't expect you to forgive me anytime soon or at all." He takes a deep breath at the fact that he's put himself into this situation, looking down at the blanket covering his legs.

"What happened back then, Aomine?" you suddenly ask, and he meets your eyes. "I just wanna know what I did or didn't do to make you act that way."

"You didn't do anything," he answers quickly. "When I say it was all me, I'm telling the truth. I was going through a lot back then, facing harder challenges than I was in high school, and I didn't want you to worry. I wanted you to believe that I was doing all right." He rings his hands together. "I was embarrassed to admit that I was having problems, and I didn't want to burden you with them because you already sounded so stressed."

He sighs heavily. "I knew I wasn't handling the situation as best as I could, and I ended up hurting you in the process, which was the exact opposite I wanted to do. When I finally got to see you in person, I felt like you deserved better than me," he softly admits. "I wasn't getting playing time, I was getting beat in practice every day. I just...I just felt like a failure."

He can't even look at you, feeling that shame he felt back then rising up in his chest. "Aomine, I wasn't with you because of how good you were at basketball," you say after a few moments of silence. "I was with you because I liked how you were off the court, even if you were one of the most annoying and stubborn person I've ever met." A smile pulls at his lips at your soft jab. "You could've told me how you were feeling. Burdens aren't a competition. I could've just listened to you vent if that's what you wanted. You're supposed to support the people you love."

"I--I know," he whispers. "I think it was because it was just a new feeling. Something I've rarely felt before," he says. "I thought I was helping you by letting you go, but now I realize how completely selfish I've been, and that I've only ever thought about myself." He goes to move, wincing a bit as he does, but he manages to take the blankets off and fully sit up to face you. "For the past seven years, the only thing that's been on my mind is you. I regret how I let you go back then, and all I've been doing is thinking about how I'm not over you, how I think I'll never be over you. You were the best thing to ever happen to me," he declares, and you blink softly at him as your body relaxes a bit.

"From the moment I saw you in the store that morning, all I've been thinking about is how to make things right again." He stands, taking a couple of steps over to you, and getting down on his knees in front of you. "What I didn't realize was that I never thought I hear your side of things. I never thought to let you decide on our relationship for once. I figured that if I did everything right this time, things would change and become what I wanted."

He hesitantly reaches for your hands, and he slowly takes yours in his when you hold them out. "And that isn't fair to you at all. Without noticing it, I was letting history repeat itself. I know that this is really big of me to ask and completely unfair, but I want you to give me another chance if you want. I'm going to work to be a better man for you, and a better father for Taj. I missed you so bad, it hurt." He moves slightly closer to you.

"I know that you probably don't feel anything for me, and I'm not going to ask you to wait for me. I don't deserve a second chance, but I really want to prove to you that I won't let the same things happen to us again. I won't mess with your feelings, and I won't break your heart. I swear. If I do, you can hit me or something." He smiles when you do, and you look down at your hands.

He's said a lot in such a short amount of time, and he honestly doesn't know what you're answer's going to be, but he can tell that he's on edge to hear it. He's prepared for you to reject him, and he'll just have to accept that. He won't be petty anymore and try to interfere with your relationships, and he'll slowly work towards letting you go.

"I know I've got a lot to work on, and I'll start, but I don't want you to be scared to have feelings for me again. I want you to trust me again whether you decide to have those feelings or not, and I will not make you regret it this time." You stay quiet for a bit as he tries to keep his heartbeat level, and fear rises in his chest when you sigh.

"You say all that, but you were with someone right after we broke up," you say. "If it's that easy--"

"It wasn't," he interrupts quickly. "That shouldn't have happened. I was so lost after you left me that I didn't know what to do." He sighs, trying to find the right words. "I don't think Taj is a mistake at all, but sleeping with his was mom was. I just didn't know how to handle my feelings."

You hum softly as you nod, not sure if hearing that makes you feel better even though that's an answer you've been wanting to know since you found out about Taj.

Aomine sits there waiting for your response for who knows how long, and he perks up a bit when you squeeze his hands.

"I do still have feelings for you, Aomine," you admit softly. "But, I still don't know if I can trust you. This is your only chance." He's at a loss for words, but he knows that you mean it, and he has no intention of breaking his promise.

"I don't expect you to trust me at all right now, but I will do everything I can to gain it. I won't make you regret it," he states again.

"I'm holding you to that."

[youre-ackermine]

Some Levihan first Christmas living together headcanons nobody asked for ☃️

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe (mention of Erwin Smith / Miche Zacharias)

Modern AU / SFW / established relationship / non binary Hange / mention of alcohol

You can find a moodboard for these headcanons HERE

Hange’s been leading the pharmaceutical research department in Trost University for a few months now and Levi is a personal trainer at Nanaba’s Gym, the trendiest health club in town

They met at Erwin and Miche’s housewarming party

After two years dating, Levi & Hange finally moved in together just after Halloweeen. They found a small apartment downtown. The neighbourhood is lively yet quiet enough and it’s near both Hange’s lab and Levi’s workplace

The couple adopted a cute ginger cat they called Sawney

From mid-November on, an excited Hange drags a grumpy Levi into various Christmas activities. He’s reluctant at first but their childlike wonder and restless enthusiasm finally win him over

They go to a Christmas market to find some decorations for their tree. New tradition as a couple: every year they’ll buy a decoration for each other as a gift. Hange’s first ornament reads “stay weird”, Levi’s “festive as fuck” (wtf is wrong with you guys? could you be more romantic?)

Hange stops at every single stall, gushing over everything with ohs and ahs and “Leeeeviiii!! Did you see that? It’s cute/amazing/funny/classy [pick one]”and Levi has to prevent them from buying every single crap (his words, not mine) they find to their (often questionable) liking

One of those crap being a woolly hat for their Sawney “he looks so cute with his ears sticking out of the hat, right Shorty?” Levi rolls his eyes. “Tch, the poor cat looks like a dumbass, Four-Eyes.” But he secretly finds it cute

They both taste all sorts of treats and beverages at the Christmas market. Hange loves mulled wine and Levi just frowns and says it tastes like spiced horse piss (and Hange’s breath is awful after a few sips)

They also go ice-skating when the sun starts to set. Clumsy Hange is surprisingly very good at it and teaches Levi, who stumbles a few times at first but Hange catches him in their arms (and kisses him every time because why not?)

Unfortunately Levi seems to have a hard time finding balance, which is odd given his job at the gym, but who am I to judge? So more kisses ensue, obviously (Levi you little shit lmao)

His cheeks and ears are tinged with red but it’s probably because of the mulled wine or the freezing-ass cold I guess

Whenever they can, they wander around a different part of town by night to enjoy the Christmas lights clung to each other

They wrap gifts for their loved ones together. Levi can’t help but sigh: “how the hell did you manage to make this look like it’s some turd wrapped in toilet paper, Four-Eyes?” They grin sheepishly and hand him the box and he shows them how to do this properly. Again. For the fourth time in a row.

In the end, Levi neatly wrapped all the gifts by himself. Hange beams (Four-Eyes you little shit lmao)

On Sundays they take a walk in the snow. Hange sure as fuck starts a snowball fight. “But they’re heart-shaped, Shorty!” they whine when he complains about the cannonball that just hit him in the face

They build a cute snowman together and make snow angels. Levi complains (again) because cold snow is sneaking under his clothes and Hange slides their hands under his shirt. ”C’mon Mr Grumps, let me warm up this soft skin of yours ^^” [insert Levi rolling eyes here]

Once they’re back home, they bake Christmas cookies together. Hange is in charge of the topping but, of course, it looks ugly as hell. Not to mention the filthy state of the kitchen after the cooking session. But Levi doesn’t have the heart to be mad at them, it’s the holidays after all. He wipes the frosting and flour off their face and kisses them on the cheek instead ;))

They don’t make much money yet so Levi cooks homemade treats as gifts for their friends and family. Christmas cookies, small jars of various jams, ingredients to make a hot chocolate or a brownie put together in a Mason jar with the recipe tied to it. Levi enjoys doing this for his loved ones. Even if they can afford buying presents for everyone in the next years, this will probably remain a tradition

Hange, on the other hand, buys silly little items for everyone, the cheaper and the cringier the better!

One evening after work, they go pick their Christmas tree together. It’s small because they don’t have much room in their apartment. They can’t help but bicker about how it must be decorated: Levi wants to pick one or two colours for a harmonious rendering, whereas Hange wants to put as many different colours as possible (as they should). They decide to decorate it in Hange’s way this year and Levi’s way next year (you wish, Levi)

Evening ritual: they put on their pajamas, cuddle up on the couch under a cosy, soft blanket with a cup of hot chocolate, Sawney resting on Hange’s lap, and watch silly Christmas movies on tv. Home alone is Hange’s favourite of course: they can’t help but admire the kid’s ingenious mind

For Christmas Eve’s dinner, Levi sets a simple but beautiful table and cooks a delicious meal for the both of them

By midnight, they open their gifts, a green set of gloves and scarf for Levi, a funny lunchbox for Hange

On Christmas day, they’ll go to Erwin and Miche’s fancy party with matching ugly sweaters (because Hange said so) and little gifts for all their friends

We were talking about Christmas with @thehangetomylevi & about what Levi & Hange would do for their first Christmas together & these ideas started to pop up in my head!

Thanks Livia for encouraging me to post my silly Levihan Christmas HC 💚💜

Header: @youre-ackermine

Christmas divider: @saradika-graphics

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A/N: not beta/proof read - English is not my usual language

[jeonghaniehaee]

txt reblogs

master post

consists of txt fics i have personally enjoyed

order will go: name/link + author, synopsis, and my notes

you can probably tell my bias from all of my reblog lists…

read at ur own risk, some fics may be 18+ and not meant for minors

likes + reblogs for the original writer are appreciated from everyone 🤍

soobin:

all for a bet @/jjunieworld

choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. y/n... not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can't get y/n to date him in a month. unfortunately for y/n, they're a hopeless romantic.

notes: THE ANGST? THE FIGHTING? BEOMGYU LOWK BEING A BITCH? AAHHH THIS SMAU IS SO 💕💞💓💗💝💘💖

yeonjun:

📂 working on it..

beomgyu:

e-daters! @/suwbuns

moving back to korea from america, y/n is excited to reunite with her old friends and make new ones. what she doesnt expect is to find herself reuniting with her “ex-boyfriend” from 10 years ago who she dated over minecraft. what makes things worse? he happens to be her favorite streamer who she has been pinning after for years.

notes: it’s says to be announced so i’m going to assume it’s not finished but so far these are super funny and cute too 🤞(i might be a lil obsessed)

taehyun:

killshot @/wave2tyun

your life seemed to have taken a turn for the worse the minute kang taehyun stepped foot into the spy agency you worked at. wanting to take on a challenge to prove yourself worthy of the top position, your plans were turned upside down with his addition to the mission. you didn’t think things could get any worse, until they stated one clear, mandatory condition: the two of you had to pretend you were a couple.

THE ENDING IS SO CUTE OMG AND THE PLOT AND THE sSTORY OVERALL IS JUST 😭😭😭🥹🥹

february 14th @/jjunieworld

this has to be the worst day of your life. and just your luck, the day keeps repeating. over and over again. and you don’t know why. you get to relive the same day where you finally garner the courage to ask your crush, kang taehyun, out and get to relive the part where he rejects you each time.

notes: omg this story is so cute and even the parts of angsts are just *chefs kiss* istg all these taehyun writers are messing up my already taehyun messed up heart!!!

6:41 a.m. @/jjunieworld

you’re awoken early in the morning from taehyun’s alarm to go to the gym and decide to go with him. you end up distracting him from his routine with your staring and decide to encourage him with kisses to help him.

notes: super cute read and something to read after angst (read this after feb 14th from the same writer 🙏)

cherry wine @/wave2tyun

there were many things that you were good that. cooking, however, was not one of them. the minute your uni opened up a cooking course held by the culinary arts students, your friend made sure that your name would be the first one to appear on that list- without telling you about it, of course. but, what happens when the instructor is cute?

notes: this one is pretty sweet and such a attack to ur heart with how fluffy it is 🥹 a must read frfr

huening kai:

summer’s over @/hueningsloverr

many generations ago - like, many - your family purchased a beach house in a small coastal town a few hours away from where you were living growing up. and so, every summer right after school got out, you stayed at that beach house for a month and a half, until school started again. and it had been that way your entire life.

notes: omggg 😭😭 the emotions? the angst? it broke my heart but genuinely everything is oh sosososososo perfect 🥹

any recommendations to add? send in an ask and i’ll add it in🗞️

want me to make a different groups recommendation list? add in an request too 📃

[lexa-griffins]

Shower Bliss

Dilf!Clarke AU | 3.3K | Smut | G!P Clarke | Read on AO3

“You’re doing great progress on those weights, honestly! If I didn’t know you just started lifting a couple of months ago, I’d think you’d have been at it for years!” 

Clarke laughs at Lexa’s enthusiasm for her small achievement at weight lifting. It is not in any way as impressive as she makes it look, Clarke is aware of that, but it does feel nice to be gloated about this much. 

“Well, I have a very good and helpful coach.” Clarke compliments back with a smile. It is undeniable that without the younger girl’s help, Clarke would possibly not have even tried to sit on the weight bench. It rather helps that she and Lexa have decided to meet up at lunch time when the gym has but a couple of people inside, too focused on their own work out to even look at Clarke struggling with weights although she must admit she hasn’t felt this active and strong in nearly thirty years and even Madi has started to notice the difference.

Lexa looks at her for a second, biting her lip, before smiling back “I just do it because I like watching you workout.”

Clarke chuckles at the playful confession, despite the fact it makes her heart beat just a little faster. Lexa is a sweet girl, helpful from day one and very, very attractive. Clarke can pretend all she wants that she doesn’t stare at her as she works out next to her or that the leggings she wears don’t look just divine on her ass but the truth is that she does stare. 

And she hates it. Makes her feel like a goddamn creep. 

Even if Lexa stares back, because oh, this girl stares back. No shame about it either, something Clarke finds as flattering as she finds hilarious. As cute as Lexa is, the poor girl truly has no game about her, her flirtatious come back usually more of an admission and most of her staring done without much subtlety . 

“Want me to get the water running in your shower?” Lexa asks after a moment of silence, her little red toiletries bag in hand.

“Oh, yeah, no need. I’m gonna head out and shower at home. Madi has an appointment later today so I took the afternoon off.” Clarke says as she takes off her shirt, that no matter how loose, already clings to her body with sweat. 

She is not looking at Lexa, but she can feel the younger girl’s eyes on her chest, can feel her hooded eyes flowing the drip of sweat that falls from her neck and between her breasts. 

“Oh.” Is all Lexa says as Clarke fights a smirk knowing the girl is watching her. And as she deliberately let’s her sweatpants fall on the floor, knowing damn well just what the gray boxers she wears do to her member and the muffled gasp Lexa let’s out does not go unnoticed, “Alright. I’ll let you get ready then. See you tomorrow, Clarke. Say hi to Madi for me!” 

The girl nearly stumbles over herself as she waves at Clarke, heading to the shower and as she does, Clarke smirks to herself before a little voice inside of her chastises her for it. She’s a grown ass woman for fucks sake. She is a widow and a mother, what would Niylah say if she saw her flirting with a girl twenty years younger than her? 

She’d probably comment on her having a nice ass to be honest.

Although Clarke doesn’t notice the shower turning on, she is quick to notice the muffled sounds of the water hitting the tile covers. The soft whimpering is obvious and it makes Clarke frown at how much it seems like crying. Shirt in hand, she freezes, listening for it again. And again she hears it. 

Lexa.

She is the only other person here, the gym was nearly empty aside from a couple of people, all of which where still out on the floor when Lexa and Clarke called it a day and walked towards the locker room. In her sudden need to help and concerned Lexa might be hurt, Clarke walks in the directions of the showers, quickly finding the only curtain drawn. 

“Lexa? Are you alright?” She asks, quietly but no answer arrives.

There is silence once more before another muffled groan is heard, louder this time, followed by a whisper that sounds almost filled with tears and Clarke finds herself stepping through the shower curtain, images of Lexa hurt unable to speak or something of the sort running through her mind. 

Instead she finds Lexa underneath the shower head, wet hair sticking to her naked body and pretty manicured hands shoved between her thighs. Her eyes are closed shut as her mouth hangs opened, quiet moans leaving her as she works herself up. 

Hypnotized by the sight, Clarke sucks in a breath, feeling her cock awaken. Shit. She tries to retire , despite how glued her feet are to the floor. God, she just needs to turn around and-

“Clarke!” The moan leaves plump lips like a plea, Lexa’s eyes still closed as she says it, opened just a moment later, staring at Clarke with just as much surprise as Clarke’s are. 

Lexa feels her heart skip several beats as she finds Clarke inside of her stall. She’d heard her call her name, but assumed it to be her brain playing tricks on her, her head filled with images of the older woman’s blue eyes staring her down, the smirk on her lips adorned by the small beauty mark, her generous chest spilling out of the modest black sports bra, the gray underwear fighting against the strength of the member below it. The raspiness of her voice as she says her name. Her finger had gained a life of their own as Lexa daydreamed about them belonging to someone else as they pumped inside of herself with fervor. The name of the protagonist of her fantasy had slipped without her consent, she was so close, so nearly there and as she opened her eyes she found her there, dick as hard as it was in her imagination.

She lets out a shaky breath as the other woman stares at her in shock, her fingers frozen but still filling her up, forced in place by the pulsing of her walls, the ruined orgasm nearly making Lexa cry out in frustration. Instead she does not move, allowing Clarke to make the next step, knowing that if Clarke does not advance towards her, there is a good chance whatever friendship they had been building and that had been filling Lexa’s lunch breaks with genuine joy might be ruined. 

She shouldn’t. Clarke should do nothing else other than apologize and leave. Instead, she steps fully inside the stall, closing the curtain behind her without looking back. The hardness between her legs impairing any logically sound thought she continues to advance in Lexa’s direction, taking in the roundness of her small chest as it lifts rapidly with the strength of her breathing, nipples hard underneath the tepidness of the spraying water, simply calling for the undivided attention of Clarke’s mouth.

Lexa cannot take it anymore, and Clarke’s name leaves her like a plea.

“Clarke-” 

The word is barely fully out of her mouth before Clarke’s lips are on her. 

Both now fully under the waterfall, Lexa’s arms circle Clarke’s shoulders, finding the leverage not to let her legs falter with the feeling of emptiness that follows the retrieval of her fingers from inside of her cunt. Clarke kisses her with fervor, wasting no time in demanding entrance with her tongue that is granted almost  immediately, savoring the feeling of Clarke’s tongue against hers, as slow as it is rough. 

Experienced hands find Lexa’s chest with ease, wrapping around the swell of them. Clarke squeezes and massages Lexa’s boobs hard, pulling at her nipples every so often. Lexa moans into the kiss, feeling the wetness between her legs grow with each gesture, knowing the water is far from responsible. 

As Clarke’s name leaves her once more, Clarke abandons her mouth for her neck, her tongue passing at the droplets of water on her skin, inching down with a clear destination  in mind, sparing only a moment longer on Lexa’s chest where teeth graze sensitive nipples and make Lexa let out a whine that dies down as a moan. Clarke bites as she continues her assault on Lexa’s skin, letting her tongue lead the way as she continues lower and lower until she in kneeling in front of Lexa, worshiping the generous curve of Lexa’s hip with her lips. As her mouth finally leaves her skin after marking her hip bone with what Lexa is sure will be a beautiful purple love bite, she looks up at her, face softer as she confirms Lexa’s desire for her to bury her head between her legs.

Lexa nods with fervor, and just a moment later her leg is hoisted over Clarke’s shoulder and she feels Clarke’s tongue licking the entirety of her slit, before mercilessly attaching to her clit.

“Oh fuck, Clarke!” 

There is no doubt of Clarke’s years of experience pleasing. She sucks without mercy, releasing the bundle with nerves with a pop, wasting no time on attacking it once more with her tongue, circling with just enough pressure to make Lexa grab a fistful of her wet blonde hair, afraid she might just fall completely if she does not hold on to something.

Teeth graze ever so slightly over the sensitive clit before Clarke’s lips are on it again and Lexa forces her eyes closed so hard she sees dancing colors behind her pupils as her orgasm swiftly approaches.

“Fuck! Fuck, Clarke, I’m cumming, I-”

She barely manages to find the shower switch to hold on to before she falls apart, the fingers intertwined with blonde hair forcing Clarke’s face closer to her center as she cums the hardest she recalls cumming. Much gentler, Clarke’s tongue continues to circle her clit, helping her through her climax. Lexa comes down from her high slowly, the hand on her thigh rubbing comforting circles and allowing her the time to regain her breath, although the effort is made null the moment she looks down at Clarke and watches her deliver one final long lick alongside the length of her entrance, gathering the remainder of her release with her tongue. There are droplets on her chin, ones Lexa is sure are not only from the water that pours down on them both.

Clarke feels like she is in a trance with Lexa’s taste on her tongue. She has never tasted the nectar of the gods, but she is sure what she just tasted is as close as she’s gonna get. When she finally looks up at Lexa’s face, her dick, now uncomfortably hard inside the soaked underwear, pulses. Hooded eyes have little of the light green present as Lexa looks down at her, a post-orgasm bliss written all over her face, lips parted to let out the smallest puffs of air. She looks angelic like this, the water gathering at the edge of her chest dripping from her nipples, sliding down to the small pouch of her stomach before they trace the curve of her crotch and mix with the wetness that drips from her cunt. 

The sudden urge to take Lexa’s lips in hers overcomes her and Clarke rises quickly but not before allowing her bottom lip to graze Lexa’s body on the way up, leaving a trail of Lexa’s own release in her wake. Lexa moans as Clarke’s lips finally find hers again, allowing her to taste herself in her mouth. They stay there for a while, doing nothing more than kissing, slower now, passion replacing desperation. 

But Lexa is impatient and needs to feel more of Clarke, a need that has now grown to desperation as her hands drop to Clarke’s chest, tugging at the fabric that still hides what Lexa so desperately wants. Feeling, and hearing, Lexa’s impatience, Clarke moves to removed the two pieces of fabric that separate her fully from the naked girl’s body, allowing the kiss to break only momentarily for the fabric of the bra to leave her body completely.

Now without any barriers between herself and Clarke’s skin, Lexa wastes no time at letting her hand reach for its  prize. And just as quickly as it holds it, Lexa lets out a gasp into Clarke’s lips, one that makes Clarke instantly smirk. Try as she might, Clarke’s breast is simply too much for her entire hand to wrap around fully. The notion sends a new throbbing heat to Lexa’s core, made no better by Clarke’s hand covering her, encouraging her to squeeze. As she does a moan leaves Clarke, low and raspy, encouraging Lexa to do it again just so she can hear the older woman moan again. 

Soon her other hands feels empty, but Lexa does not want it filled with Clarke’s boob. Instead it searches lower, quickly finding Clarke’s throbbing boner between them. 

And if Clarke’s chest made Lexa gasp, what leaves her mouth as she can barely wrap her hands around Clarke’s hard cock can only be described as a moan of anticipation.

“God, Clarke…”

Clarke is unable to utter a word at the feeling of Lexa’s warm hand around her shaft, making her breathing heavy and her mind blank, "Lexa..."

"You’re… so fucking beautiful Clarke. Fuck. you- you drive me insane" 

The admission seems to make Clarke regain a little bit of her posture.

“I drive you crazy? Me?" She asks, perplexed, getting closer to Lexa as the girl’s breathing hitches at the feeling, "do you know how crazy you drive me? You are a fucking vixen is what you are. Do you think I don't see the way you shake your hips when you walk? How you touch me when you don’t need to?"

Distracted by the closeness of Clarke’s body, their chests now pressed against one another, she is powerless to stop Clarke from turning them around, hands and chest against the wall as Clarke presses her boner against her ass, speaking directly into her ear, "the way you lift your ass knowing I’ll stare? This- fuck, this fucking masterpiece of an ass." 

Sure to drive her point across, Clarke delivered a slap to her cheek, making Lexa moan and yelp all at once.

 "Shit! Clarke please... please" 

"Please what, baby?" 

"Oh fuck, please fuck me. I need you inside please." 

Clarke is too weak, and too hard, to deny her plea. She positions herself with Lexa’s entrance, applying just a little force on the small of her back so she’ll bend down further, smiling when Lexa immediately does. She pumps a couple of time, groaning at how painfully hard her dick is, gathering any pre-cum and coating her shaft with it. 

She won’t go fully inside, Clarke is aware her length is an acquired size and hurting Lexa is simply not something she is willing to risk.

Lexa feels it immediately. She is wet and loose from the last orgasm, her entrance not offering much resistance to Clarke as she enters her, despite the clear girth of it that fills Lexa to the limit. Whatever Lexa was dreaming of before Clarke pulled the shower curtain back, it could never compare to this. Not in her wildest imagination- fuck!

“Oh God!” Lexa moans as Clarke starts to thrust, long, slow thrusts, allowing Lexa to get used to her length, building her pace with each new thrush before she lets herself fully go, fucking Lexa hard and fast, completely losing herself in the feeling of Lexa’s walls around her.

Fuck, when was the last time Clarke was inside a cunt this tight? She is so glad for the shower that continues to pour down on them, muffling the perverted sound of her front slapping against the roundness of Lexa’s ass and the moans that leave them both. 

Clarke’s hands finds leverage on Lexa’s chest, taking one of her boobs fully in her hand, squeezing and massaging at it hard, each added pressure making Lexa’s walls clench around Clarke’s length so deliciously. It is when Clarke’s hand slip and takes a hold of Lexa’s nipple that the young girl’s head fall backwards on to her shoulder, eyes half closed and glassed over, her entire body shaking with the force of Clarke’s thrusts, puffy red lips parted as moan after moan leaves.

With a loving hand on her chin, Clarke kisses her, mid-moan.

Because what else is she fucking supposed to do? This girl drives her crazy time and time again, no matter just how much younger she is. And fuck if she doesn’t have a way to make Clarke feel good about herself. Lexa looks at her like she wants her. Like Clarke is someone to lust after. And Lexa is so young, so fucking gorgeous and hot, the type of girl who should not be chasing after a woman Clarke’s age and yet she seems to be as turned on by Clarke as Clarke is by her.

“Clarke… you feel so good inside of me.”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She’s nearly there, she can feel it. Just a few more thrust and-

Fuck.

“Lexa! Lexa, I have to pull out!” Fuck. A fucking condom, she can’t believe she didn’t even think of it.

Lexa’s eyes snap fully opened now, panic, “No!! Inside Clarke, please. Fill me!”

“Lexa.” Clarke moans at Lexa’s request. Shit.

“Fuck" 

Fuck, fuck. She shouldn’t Holy fuck, she shouldn’t. Fuck, she hopes Lexa’s on the pill, it’s too late to pull out now, Her head falls to Lexa’s shoulder, hands firmly on her hips holding her in place, shooting load after load inside of her.

“Lexa! Fuck!”

The sound of someone entering the locker room echoes through the empty room and causes them to freeze as the water of the shower, long since turned cold, cools their feverish bodies.

Clarke pulls out carefully, both groaning quietly, awaiting the sound of the shower turning on before daring to move. As quickly as she can Clarke gathers her soaking wet clothes, questioning what the fuck she just did.

"Clarke..." she hears Lexa whisper behind her.

She's holding her self against the wall, her entire still body shaking. Yeah, Clarke forgot just how good at fucking she can be. She remembers how Niylah couldn't even move out the bed sometimes afterwards. 

Still, she softens at the sight. Lexa is beautiful and Clarke has never been able to deny that, particularly when she looks like this, this post orgasm glow, chest rising rapidly as she gathers herself… Her cunt still dripping with Clarke’s cum.

Fuck.

This was a mistake. Clarke is so much older and she has a kid and surely  Lexa doesn't want to ruin her life by being with someone who has lived so much more than she has, who is ready to settle into  a quieter life while Lexa has barely lived a loud one.

Clarke is ready to tell her as such.

But when Lexa smiles softly and pulls her in for a more gentle, sweet kiss, Clarke does nothing but kiss back.

“You should go. I’ll call you later.” When Clarke does not move, instead stares at her with a droopy, smiley expression, Lexa cannot help but smile too. “Go. I’ll wait until you leave and get out too.”

Clarke does as she’s  told. Although not before, and against her better judgment kissing Lexa one last time and rushing to her locker. She dresses in a daze and is only when she is nearly at her driveway that she questions what the fuck did she just got herself into.

[deke-rivers-1957]

ECU High - Danny's Ambition

The alarm clock rings and Danny groans as he gets out of bed.

"Just how *expletive* is this day gonna be?"

There's a knock on his door as he hears his sister Mimi.

"Danny, are you decent?"

He sighs. "Yeah Mimi, Ah'm decent. What's up?"

She comes into his room.

"Daddy says he has to take the car today. Are you gonna be alright to walk to school?"

Danny rubs his eyes.

"Walkin to school's all I do anyway. No reason to waste gas over a mile. Ah'm tellin ya Mimi, if I gotta redo senior again I might as well drop out."

She tries to smile. "Don't drop out Danny. Daddy's still trying to get a pharmacy job. That's why he's taking the car. Mr. Primont called him in for an interview. If he gets the job you can quit and focus on graduating."

He stands up and stretches.

"That'll be the day, sis. Ah really hate havin ta ask the juniors for money. It's embarrassin."

The mood is somber and Danny looks lost.

"Ah just wanna wake up one morning and not gotta worry bout money. I don't wanna have to rely on other people."

She goes over to hug Danny. "I know you feel that way, Danny. You just need to take it one day at a time. Now eat up. I got breakfast waitin for you."

He sighs.

"Alright. Gotta change first. Be right down."

Mimi smiles and leaves the room. After changing, Danny goes down to eat breakfast as fast as he can.

"Ah'll see ya later, Mimi."

He grabs his backpack and starts running to school. As he makes it to the school's parking lot, a rusty old pickup truck pulls in. The engine has a strange sound to it.

"Howdy, feller."

Danny looks up.

"Oh hey, Jodie. Hell's up with yer engine?"

Jodie shuts it off and gets out. "Ah dang carburetor's done actin up. Gotta find somethin worth replacin it. Ol gal's goin on 50 so's Ah gotta keep 'er runnin."

Danny looks at the truck. "Ya going to the junkyard with Mike?"

Jodie grabs his books.

"Yeah Mike's ride done lost 'er fender. We's goin ta mah job fer parts."

He stops at the stairs. "Danneh ya got wood shop 1st period?"

Danny looks at his schedule. "Let's see. Nah I got wood shop 2nd period. What classes do ya need to pass this year to graduate?"

Jodie laughs a little and looks down.

"Math, science and readin. Mr. Wade tol me Ah gotta do good ta stay on the wrasslin team. Says he'll kick mah ass if Ah done keep failin and gotta repeat a year."

Danny sighs. "Dunno how you plan on doin that man. We're all idiots ta be able to tutor anyone."

The first bell rings.

"Ah'll be seein ya feller faster than Ah done load a shotgun." Jodie says as he heads inside.

Danny heads to the gym but almost gets hit by a car.

"Dammit Mike ya almost hit Danny."

Mike smiles as he parks.

"Ah yer just worried bout your insurance rates Mikey. "

Mikey (short for Mike Windgren) glares.

"No *expletive* I'm worried Mike! I don't want my Saturn to kill someone!"

"Well Ah didn't so don't get yer panties in a twist. Now let's go before we're late."

Mikey groans.

"Sorry ta almost hit you Danny."

Danny keeps going to the gym.

"Hey Guy are you lookin for someone?"

A boy on the football field turns to look at Danny.

"Yeah that *expletive* Mike skipped band practice today! How're we supposed to set a good example to the freshmen if we ain't all here?!"

Danny sighs. "Well go yell at 'em when ya see 'em Guy. He'll probably show up when he feels like it."

"Yeah well he better! Ah'm not bout to have our drummers be outta formation because that *expletive* decided not ta practice!"

Danny shakes his head and makes it to the gym.

A whirring sound is heard as a small helicopter lands. A young man steps out with a girl on his arm.

"And that's how ya land!"

She looks amazed.

"Oh wow, Rick that's so amazing. How many more hours do you need to be able to teach me for real?"

He gives her a cocky grin.

"Only 20. Maybe if yer willin to wait a couple months I can teach ya."

Her eyes widen.

"Wow I'd like that! I'll see you around then, Rick."

He gives a thumbs up. "You know it baby."

Danny rolls his eyes.

"How many demonstrations is that now, Rick?"

He laughs. "Oh Danny. Don't ya get that it's good for my social life? I get to put my hours in while getting some babes. I see that as an absolute win."

Danny starts walking again. "Whatever Rick."

He makes his way to the gym when he sees his friend.

"Oh hey Ross!"

Ross turns around.

"Danny good ta see you! Still tryna make ends meet. How 'bout you?" he asks smiling.

Danny looks down. "Same boat. Pa's gonna have an interview today so fingers crossed."

Ross rubs his eyes. "Least there's a light at the end of the tunnel for ya. I gotta find a better job that'll pay more. Buc-ee's just ain't enough to pay the bills."

"I hear ya, Ross. Being a busboy at 2 nightclubs ain't a good paycheck either."

A whistle is blown. "Awright ya *expletive* line up!"

Everyone lines up when they hear Mr. Wade's voice. No one messes with him.

As Mr. Wade makes his opening year speech about gym class Danny's mind starts to wander.

"All Ah want is ta make it through the year. If Ah can jus make 'nough money, Ah can buy back our house. Pa ain't ever gonna be embarrassed ever 'gain."

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[hypnoswap]

Son of a warlock #4 shopping at the mall

Well today for fun, I decided to go to the mall do a little shopping make a little mischief here and there, as I arrive at the mall there’s a sporting good store so I decide to go take a look around inside, I spot a hot guy carrying a bunch of red speedos into a dressing room so I decided to sit down outside  I made it look like I was waiting for someone to come out of the dressing room, and waited to see if he would come out and look in the mirror in the speedos. a couple minutes later he came out in the first speedo. He had a very nice body but he didn’t fill out the speedo very well so I decided to give him a little boost that every speedo that he tried on , he would gain a 25% gain in size in his cock and balls. A few minutes later he came out with another speedo on. He looked in the mirror and you could see his bulge expanding. He just sort of rubbed his hand around it and adjusted it. I don’t think he noticed anything but he did look like he was starting to fill it out nicely. he returned back to the dressing room and again a few minutes later, he walked out with the third speedo on as he stood in front of the mirror again he expanded, and you could tell by the look on his face he grabbed and coupled his cock and balls he actually pulled open the speedo to look inside a big grin was on his face he started playing around with it, trying to get it to fit then after readjusting himself he returned to the dresser room , again this time it took him at least 10 minutes before he came back I’m sure he was checking out his new endowment, he came back out with the fourth speedo on got back in front of the mirror and he started to expand again he was getting so big he look like he had a hard on but he was still soft. He was huge. Nothing gonna hide that bulge for now on. He turned around and he noticed me looking at him. I just smiled and said you fill that out nicely. He gave me a funny look, but had a big grin on his face so I decided it was time to leave. didn’t stick around to see if you tried on anymore speedo, he would probably be in big trouble if you did.



As I’m walking through the store, I noticed this young kid trying on some workout clothes for the gym over by the free weights he was putting on some tank tops. They really did look baggy on him. He was pretty skinny. Each tank top he tried on you could see the disappointment in his face.

So I walked up to the young guy and asked if he worked out a lot. He said no he was buying some clothes to start going to the gym. I told him my name is Steve he replied I am Keith. I asked Keith which gym was he going to join, he said there’s a powerhouse gym a half a mile from here I replied, that the gym I usually go to.

Keith put a little smile on a face, I told him I can show him how to work out if you’d like, he said yeah, I would really appreciate it. Next I had handed him a tank top off the rack and said these were form fitting tank tops they will make you look bigger. Keith tried it on. It still was baggy on him but I told him to trust me within a month he would probably have to go up a size or two he smiled. I told him to come to the gym tomorrow and I will show you my workout routines, I told Keith I was a hypnotist that I could hypnotize him to want to work out hard and in proper form if you’d like , Keith looked a little confused, but said he would give it a try. as I was hypnotizing him, I gave him a trigger that every time he wore the tank top that I gave him he’d wanna workout harder and pump extra weight to his max, and the more he worked out the better he would feel and each day that he worked out with the tank top on he would feel his muscles grow. The more his muscles grew the better he would feel , the better he would feel the more weight he could pump.. I finished an asked Keith how he felt. He said he couldn’t wait to get to the gym tomorrow. I told him I’d see him at 7 AM. Keith went on his way and Little did he know that I put a spell on that tank top that each day that he wore to the gym, he would have a 5% gain in muscle and also his endowment just for good measurement.

Well, the next morning arrived I headed out for the powerhouse gym to meet Keith. I waited by the door. He arrived on time wearing that tank top that I told him to ware he approached me. I said morning you ready to change your life, he replied yes I can’t wait. I looked at them. He looked a little toner. I asked him what he end up doing yesterday Keith said well I went home, pulled out a couple dumbbells out of the garage. I had an urge to work out so I just did some bicep curls and push-ups just trying to get a Headstart. I asked him if he was wearing the tank top, and he replied, yes I felt amazing. I almost didn’t wanna stop,I thought to myself well he got a 5% jump on me. I just smiled and said let’s go and get you signed up. He had a big old grin on his face. I knew he was gonna do well.

We had in the gym. Keith gets his membership we go to the locker room Hank one of the regular guys at the gym who’s a big meathead came up to me and asked me if that was my son. I told him no that I was going to train him, Hank replied just another kid wasting his time taking up space I looked over at Keith and seen the look of disappointment on his face. As he overheard the conversation I walked over to him and said, don’t worry he’ll be jealous of your new gains within a month, I reinsured Keith that with his body type and at his age, his gains would come really quick. Keith finished changing. I told him to hold still I want to take a picture so we would have a before and after.

Keith

I decided to cast a little spell on Hank, that every day that he wore his tank top to the gym for the next month he would lose 5% of his muscle and his manhood, I really hope that’s his favorite tank top.🤣

Well, Keith and I head out on the floor and start our work out. I go through each set I’m showing him my routines. He’s taking notes and working out really hard each time he starts doing a set. You can tell the hypnosis is making him work out to his max it will be interesting to see how big he gets over the next month between the hypnosis and the spell, I’m sure he’s gonna be one hot stud. so over the next four days I meet him every day show him all my routines. Make sure he’s in proper form. I must say just after four days I’m starting to notice a nice difference in his appearance. His muscles are really tone now and he’s really starting to show a nice bulge.

I told Keith that I will come and check in on him every week and if he had any questions, I would help him out. So a week goes by and I decided to go check in on Keith again to see how his progress is going. I walk in the gym right away I see him at the weight bench looking pretty impressive. Keith had a big smile in his face as soon as he recognized me. I told him you’re looking great keep it up Just keep doing what you’re doing. I asked him if he had any questions for me , he sort of whispered to me why I love all the muscle gains, but I can’t help but notice my junk has doubled in size Keith said I thought weightlifting had nothing to do with that. he said, is that possible I told him a lot of times guys start working out they get a late puberty burst every time I use that story guys sort of believe me. I asked him if he was happy the way things were turning out he said oh yeah I couldn’t be more happy. Thanks for everything, I told him I will checked in on him in another week. He says I’m looking forward to it. Hopefully I can show you more progress.

Well, another week goes by I can’t wait to get to the gym to see Keith’s progress as I enter the gym Keith watch me walk in ran over to me. Give me a hug and thank me for everything. Keith told me I really change his life for the better, and then I couldn’t have done it without me, that made me feel really good.

I told Keith you look amazing And you’re only 17 years old He thanked me again, and the bulge in his shorts. I must say it was very impressive. I asked him how his puberty was coming along. He said it finally stopped, and put a big goofy grin on his face. well, I told Keith I would be leaving town for three months on a long vacation. Can’t wait to see you when I get back he replied, I feel the same way have a good trip.

About three months later, I go to the gym and Keith was still at it lifting weights. I left the hypnosis triggers on him and I must say his progress has been unbelievable. He’s still having big gains without the spell.

I walked up to Keith wow you’re really getting big he replied. Yeah it’s all thanks to you, Then I looked across the gym and I see Frank. I haven’t seen him in so long. I forgot about the spell I put on him His losses were not as bad as I thought they would be.

Frank. Frank after

Well, the spell is no longer on Frank so if he keeps at it in the gym, he should get his gains back.

If anybody has any ideas that they want me to write about hit me up and thanks for reading

[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 55

McCoy

McCoy walked across campus in the afternoon sun. It was warm and the usual breeze that blew across campus from the ocean had stilled. It was almost hot and for a moment McCoy was home on Georgiares. He smiled.

In his pocket his comm chirped. He pulled it out, wondering who it would be. A message. Scotty said he was going to be late from classes dealing with an engineering issue. McCoy wondered how long that would take.

Sweat began to slide down his neck. Why the uniforms had to be so warm… Though in a few months he’d probably be freezing. McCoy wondered what winter in San Francisco would be like. He decided to look it up later. If he needed a heavier winter coat he wanted to be prepared.

He laughed out loud. In the late summer afternoon heat and he was thinking about being too cold.

“Leonard!”

McCoy turned and saw Eugene coming towards him.

“Hey,” McCoy greeted him.

“Hey I was going to ask, but you left too quick,” Eugene began when he caught up, “do you maybe want to study together sometime this week?”

Their instructor had announced their first exam would be Friday. McCoy was feeling confident in the class, finally having caught up on his reading after the first week when he had let it slide to help Scotty.

“Yeah, that sounds good ,” he replied. “Just let me know when.”

“Cool,” Eugene grinned. “Where you headed now?”

McCoy shrugged. “Was heading back to our room. Scotty’s got a project or something, so I don’t know. I might go over and check out the gym. I haven’t been for a swim for a few weeks.”

“Oh nice. You do laps or something?”

“Yeah. Grew up racing my sister.”

“Who’s faster?” Eugene laughed.

“She is, but I won’t admit that to her,” McCoy grinned. “Do you swim? Want to join me?”

“Oh. Well, I mean I learned how,” Eugene said. “But I’ve never just swam laps. Going to a pool was always more for playing.”

“If you want to join me, feel free. And if not, I understand. I’m in here.” McCoy gestured at the building they had stopped next too.

“I’m D6,” Eugene said. “I’ll think about it though. Might be something different to try.”

They parted and soon McCoy dropped his things on his desk in their room. He shucked his jacket off quickly and breathed a sigh of relief at the drop in temperature. Quickly he changed into some workout gear and left the room after leaving a message for Scotty.

The smell of chlorine was familiar as McCoy entered the pool hall. It wasn’t bright like the pool at home, but it was bigger than at school.

McCoy found a chair and kicked his shoes off under it. Then he pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the chair. A couple others were swimming and McCoy chose an empty lane away from them. Getting himself ready, he took a deep breath before diving in.

The water was cool against his skin, but still warmer than school. Bubbles rushed past and after a moment he broke the surface and turned his head for a breath. Something inside him settled into place, and though his muscles were working, he relaxed.

Down and back, and then again. Something caught his eye as he got ready to dive and turn, so instead he grabbed at the edge and stopped.

“Decided to come, huh?” He grinned up at Eugene on the pool deck.

“You’re really fast,” Eugene said, impressed.

“Well, like I said, we grew up in the water.” McCoy smiled.

“I- I don’t actually know what to do,” Eugene admitted sheepishly.

“Oh, well, you can dive in and go, or you can just climb in and start in here.”

Eugene nodded then crouched down to sit on the edge and push himself in.

“I can stay close if you’re nervous,” McCoy offered.

“Oh, you don’t have to slow down just for me,” Eugene said quickly. “I’m fine in here. Like I said, not really a lap person.”

Part 56

Scotty

He only just saw Aporal disappear into a nearby storeroom before the door closed. Scotty ran over as fast as he could and just before the automatic door could be locked from the inside, it opened once more for the young Scotsman.

"Aporal, wait! Please!"

As much as he would have loved to just run into the room, he didn't want to rush Aporal. Instead, he waited for the Andorian's cautious nod and then entered.

The door closed with a hiss and Aporal typed something on the screen next to the door so that it locked.

Then he just stood there for a moment, leaning his head against the door. Scotty saw more and more tears streaming down his blue cheeks and he tentatively put a hand on Aporal's shoulder.

What was going on? It had only been a wee pop quiz. Of course it would have been nice to win, but it wasn't the end of the world.

Aporal flinched briefly at the touch, but eventually he sank to the ground beside the door, pulling his knees close to his chest.

"I... I failed."

It was no more than a whisper that came from the Andorian's throat and Scotty sat down next to him.

"That... that's not so bad. Next time-"

Scotty was startled when Aporal looked at him with wide, angry eyes.

"There won't be a next time! Do you understand? I-I- I must be the best! Always! Otherwise..."

The Andorian's features slipped and only a moment later he buried his face in his hands. His shoulders trembled.

"Aporal..."

Slowly, Scotty put an arm around the other's shoulder and pulled him closer to him.

"Shhh, it's okay. Everything's fine."

Whatever had caused Aporal's reaction, he needed to understand that it couldn't hurt him here and now.

It took a while for the Andorian to calm down. Enough time for Scotty to send a quick message to Leonard, saying that he couldn't come to their room just yet.

As Aporal wiped away the last of his tears with the sleeve of his uniform, Scotty looked at him questioningly.

"Will ye tell me... what happened?"

For a while, Aporal just stared at him, but finally he began to speak.

"I-I had just turned eighteen when... when this strange species showed up in my hometown. They... they kidnapped several boys and girls who were the same age as me."

Scotty swallowed hard. He tried his best not to think about his own abduction. This wasn't about him now, it was about Aporal.

"These beings... held us captive on a ship. They... trained us. We had to solve tasks day after day and get better and smarter. If you weren't good enough at the end of the week..."

Aporal squinted at the memory.

"I watched them die, Scottish boy. Every single one of them. Either they were killed by the creatures or... they killed each other to eliminate competitors. That's why... I became the best. The smartest, the strongest..."

It broke Scotty's heart to hear this story. He carefully pulled Aporal even closer to him, stroking his back reassuringly.

"When the last five of us were rescued, I swore to myself that I would always be the best. I swore to myself that I would join Starfleet and find the home planet of these beings."

Aporal's hand formed into a fist.

"I will destroy them for what they have done to me and the others."

Scotty didn't know what to say. How terrible it must have been for Aporal.

The young man he had always thought to be selfish and conceited was just as broken inside as he himself was.

"We... we will find them, Aporal. When we eventually finish our training, we'll find them and bring them to justice."

Aporal's eyes widened in surprise as he looked to Scotty.

"W-we?"

"Of course! I will help ye. And... the rest of my friends too, if that's what ye want. Aporal... ye're not alone. Never."

Aporal didn't seem to know what to say. He simply leaned against Scotty and allowed him to hug him.

"We'll work this out. I promise ye that."

[big-als-talk-time]

Wichita Falls, Texas. Known for being mentioned in King of the Hill (which I watch subbed). Also in a tom scott video about a tiny skyscraper.

There are various horse sculptures which allude to the fact there are real horses nearby. They are all pokestops.

Not that one though.

I was able to do 2 routes, the first I've ever encountered.

1. The L in Landmark

2. 10th church walk

The routes were fairly short, but they had many stops and it was nice to have some direction of where to go in the city.

I also picked up 6 gym badges

From right to left

1. Wichita falls public library

2. Wichita Theatre

3. First United Methodist.

4. St. Paul Lutheran Church

5. Harold Jones Park

6. 10 commandments

This is the biggest city I've pokemon went to so naturally this was the best experience i've had to far on my month using it. It was 107F (42C) which was probably dangerous but I drank a bunch of water at the public library so it all evened out. It turns out I was distracted by the fact that you can choose where a route starts as it turns out i missed the aforementioned tiny skyscraper by just a touch. Oh well. No terror attacks will hit it anytime soon. That would be too much risk for little reward.

I decided to eat at the nearby IHOP. I ordered a Buffalo Chicken Melt because it had a favorable calorie to price ratio. When it arrived the waitress asked if I wanted ranch. I replied "This should be good". The waitress was confused by this, asking a clarifying question. I took a moment to think, then realized that my statement is ambiguous and could be interpreted as a standalone idea about the quality of the meal, and not that this will be sufficient.

I replied "don't worry about the ranch" which was effective and I was able to continue with my minimally spicy meal. Once I had finished it the waitress returned and gave me a receipt before quickly walking away. Everything seemed in order so when she returned I stopped her to ask if I paid up front or what. She replied that I will pay her, but before I could proceed with that she walked away again. I assumed she was busy with other tables and that she would return.

After some time, a commotion from a table out of view occurred. A man was apparently upset that the same waitress had given the check to someone who had sat down to eat after this man, who reportedly "had shit to do" and "couldn't wait here all day". Consequently he threatened to leave without paying, and proceeded to do so.

At this point, it seemed like a bad time to bring up that I was tired of waiting. The waitress then returned to me. I figured that this would be the catalyst to my ability to pay. However she only asked if I wanted more water. After my 6th refill of the day, I was quite ready to stop and said as much. I was in the midst of switching to the topic of pay however she slipped away once again.

This caused the same situation to happen to me. For some reason this waitress had seated an elderly couple off to the side of me, they had finished, and then they were able to pay and leave before me. At this point I decided to stand up and ask to pay. The waitress then said "oh are you ready to pay now?"

I replied that there must have been some miscommunication because I wanted to pay for a long time. Since I asked about where to pay actually. Wordlessly our transaction was done. I did a standard 20% tip, slightly higher due to the fact it was paid in cash. Then I left.