#and having a little escape to a little happy positive corner of the internet is so important to me

[allylikethecat]

hi ally i just wanted to say thanks for always being so kind and generous with your words and time! you made me want to interact with people who write my favorite fics and im always himbled by how gracious you are in answering asks 💚💚💚

Oh my gosh hello kind anon! Thank you SO MUCH for taking the time to read my works and send me asks! I love writing SO MUCH and it makes me so ridiculously happy that people are willing to take time out of their day to not only READ my fics but to comment and send me asks about them! Like that is just so special and wonderful and I am so grateful to be a part of such a wonderful little community. And then to get an ask like THIS?! I'm going to cry this is honestly too sweet for words thank you SO SO MUCH and also just know that interacting with the people that make write your favorite fics makes the writers days SO SPECIAL! Like you enjoyed a piece of work enough to tell them?! Absolutely amazing and incredible thank you so much! I hope you continue to enjoy my work, and continue to send asks (to me and others!) because like the entire symbiotic relationship between fic writers and readers is just so incredible and wonderful and I like to think that it spreads the good vibes which is what we're all here for! Thank you SO SO MUCH again, I think I read this ask like six times and got all misty eyed. I hope your Wednesday is going well, and that you have the very best rest of your week! Thank you so much and keep being awesome!

❤️Ally

[hybridanafrost]

Hello to all new followers who liked and shared my blog in the past few months!

I'm happy with the people I've met on Tumblr and the amazing connections we made. I had come back around the time of the pandemic and mosly used this above all other forms of social media. The real world has enough going on in it already, so this feels like a cozy little corner of the internet to escape to most of the time.

(Vent session below cut. Mentions of depression, broken homes, death, etc)

However, even though we can go outside again, I feel that the loss of third spaces in real life and this insane state of late stage capitalism has us too overworked to properly socialize as we should. Often, the reasons come up time, money, distance, etc

It sucks. We are slowly losing community and becoming just as isolated as we were in lockdown. That's not even touching on those that come from broken homes or families that get no real positive support and run on the fumes of neglect.

I've struggled and witnessed others battling depression from the isolation in the past 4 years. Had to mourn deaths as many have, and I'm deeply upset that people only seem to put forth effort into coming together when someone is dying or dead. You hear all about the regrets they had about not having enough time to check in on them.

People are social creatures. While we have our complexities, we all walk around with a need to be acknowledged. Please try to be more mindful and check on your people. Sometimes, the ones that need it most are the ones that appear to have their shit together. The funny person is usually funny because humor was a coping method for so long.

For those that want to talk to me. My inbox is always open.

[pinkboxess]

ruminations on fanfiction

I have been all happy today because of all the requests I got, so I'm thinking about all the reasons I love fanfic, and all the happiness it brings to my life, yada yada yada.

So, I majored in English, and for the first half or so of my undergrad, I planned to go into the publishing field. (This will be relevant, I promise.) I wrote things that I submitted places and tried to get published. Some of them were accepted and some of them were rejected. I took editing classes and volunteered as an editor for my school's literary journal.

And I didn't like it.

I realized after a little bit that the more "advanced" I got into that field and that world, the more I disliked it. It wasn't what I was best at, either. I never really got the hang of making good editing decisions (as in, deciding whether to accept or reject a submission). Trying to cater my own writing towards what publishers wanted was also less than enjoyable.

I love, love writing, so it's not that I regretted my major or lost the passion or anything. But I like writing the most when it's not going to be evaluated. Either when that's my own writing being evaluated by a publisher, or me as the editor evaluating someone else's work. Those are important jobs that I don't want to dismiss as inherently immoral or something like that-- if you're an editor, that's awesome. But it just wasn't for me. I always liked people's pieces too much or not enough, depending on whether it spoke to me, personally. It was too hard to be objective. I didn't really like trying to be objective.

So I don't write stuff to send to publishers anymore. For one thing, I'm in grad school now in a different field, and for another, I just really don't enjoy myself as much when I'm writing a piece that makes my brain go into that mode of "this has to be good" in a literary sense of the word good. At some point in my life I might like to go back to that kind of writing. But for right now, it's just not enjoyable, and since writing is a hobby for me, I don't make myself try to sit down and write something that I'm not excited about.

But I write loads and loads of fanfiction because fanfiction is so freeing. It's the epitome of self-indulgence. It's like this giant playground where I can write about vulnerable concepts like sexual desire and body image and aging and relationships. I mean, personally, I don't see myself writing sex scenes in anything except fanfiction, especially ones so detailed and intended for enjoyment.

But it's really like you're writing in this separate little safe bubble where you can do anything you want. The only feedback you receive is positive (I mean, just personally, I've never received a hate comment, so I can say that.) You can write works that are as short or as long as you want. You can post every day or once a month. You can always write the exact same trope, or you can do something totally new every time. And whatever you write, there will probably be an audience for it.

It's writing just purely for the sake of enjoyment. You're not trying to be good. You're not trying to pen a masterpiece. You're not submitting it for approval-- instead, you're posting it to be enjoyed freely, with zero barrier to entry. And that's what prevents me from losing motivation. I don't get tired of it, because it's always fun, and if anything about it isn't fun, I just don't do that.

I am so glad I've found some people in one of the corners of the internet who read my fics <3 it's such a fun hobby and distraction and escape and therapy substitute. Thank you for feeding my hyperfixation/special interest/obsession.

[existslikepristin]

Ah, October. What a great time to be alive... JK, I live in the desert. It's still miserably hot.

Anyway, Kinktober begins again. This time around I randomized the kinks myself and then assigned an idol to the pairs that I thought fit.

I can't say I'm super happy with the results this first week, but I promised myself I'd post it tonight at the latest. What can I say? Sometimes in life, you write gems. Other times, you write mediocre responses to internet challenges. Next week will at least be a lot more fun, if not just much better.

Tags: TheLounge, Sounds, NSFW, Dreamcatcher, Loona, Gahyeon, Heejin, Kinktober!, sthenolagnia which is not just "shenanigans" spelled by someone having a stroke as it turns out, hair pulling, a little crying, some minor breathplay

Kinktober (2022)

Week 1: Sthenolagnia + Hair Pulling

“What’s wrong?”

“Noth—… Nothing.”

“Really?.”

“I’m fine… Ah! I’m fine.”

Gahyeon licked the edge of Heejin’s ear and chuckled at the squirm that followed. “I don’t think you are.”

Out of all the idols who’d ever asked to have their face shoved into the floor and then be fucked (which was unexpectedly common for Gahyeon), Heejin was probably the most physically capable of escaping. Every time she twitched, Gahyeon wondered if it was a sign that she was about to be ragdolled across the room. She wondered, but certainly didn’t worry, since she was entirely confident that Heejin was enjoying herself too much to try such a thing.

After all, Heejin’s twitches were the result of Gahyeon’s leg rubbing against her clit, not her shoulders being twisted back and up. Most likely.

“Why don’t you just break out?”

“I can’t…”

“Sure you can, Heejin. Just look at you.” Gahyeon punctuated with a sharp pull back on Heejin’s elbow. The shoulder flexed and tried to relax over and over again. The muscle fibers visibly contracted beneath Heejin’s skin, reddened and warm in the areas they were being stretched further than they should and pinched in the worst ways. The little, pained releases of caught breaths turned Gahyeon on just as much as the impressive physique beneath her. It seemed Heejin was trying hard not to cry, or at least cry out, but unfortunately for her, Gahyeon could see tears forming in the corner of her eye.

Gahyeon shoved harder into Heejin’s crotch, using her trapped arms as extra leverage. In the exact same moment that Heejin grunted in pain, her cunt drenched Gahyeon’s knee.

“You’re strong, aren’t you?” Gahyeon moaned as she spoke. “So, so strong and beautiful, but you can’t get out from under me because your little twat is so needy.”

Heejin grumbled something potentially rude, but the wood floor muffled her. Gahyeon switched grips and pulled her up by the shoulders, arching her spine further than it should be bent. Heejin bit her lips together and one tear escaped her eyelids and rolled over her cheek.

Gahyeon grabbed a single large handful of Heejin’s hair and used it to hold her in that back-breaking position. She played the fingers of her other hand over Heejin’s straining neck and shoulder blades. It amazed her that such hardened clay could be so pliant. She licked Heejin’s neck, then her shoulder, and down her arm. Every point of contact made Heejin reach up, threatening to remove Gahyeon from her back, but her arms quickly dropped again to hold herself up in a hopefully (but definitely not) less painful arrangement.

Practice room mirror walls were always fun to fuck in front of. Gahyeon could do all sorts of things to people from behind and observe their reactions. With Heejin specifically, it meant she could grind into her ass and be visually served a whole platter of abs at the same time. Gahyeon kept Heejin bent upright by the hair, but slid her other hand around, alternating between fondling Heejin’s perky tits and tracing her tummy and ribs.

Heejin’s eyes were closed, and her mouth was wide open. Her breaths were heavy, but quick and shallow given how tightly her chest was constricted. She was starting to sweat. She didn’t just look damp though. She shimmered. Her whole, muscular form glistened, which, putting it lightly, made Gahyeon real damn horny.

Gahyeon hooked a leg around Heejin’s thigh, and combining that with the grip on her hair flipped Heejin onto her back, taking care to let her head down slowly. Relief poured over Heejin’s face as she was able to take in her first full breath in a while. Gahyeon caressed her jaw. “There. That’s better, baby,” she cooed, “Take some nice, deep breaths. You might need them.”

Normally, Gahyeon’s submissives would look afraid just then. The really masochistic ones would give her a stupid grin. But Heejin simply did as she was told, looking stoically up into Gahyeon’s eyes, slowly lifting her arms over her head, palms up as if to say “I won’t fight back” as if the confirmation was necessary.

“Oh, you’re a good girl.” Gahyeon twirled a middle finger around Heejin’s nipple and climbed on top of her, grinding her pussy on Heejin’s stomach. “I think you actually deserve a reward.”

That made Heejin smile a little, and Gahyeon knew that her change in strategy was effective. Causing pain for pain’s sake was never the goal. It was just a primer. Something to make whatever Gahyeon did next stick better in Heejin’s mind.

“What will your reward be, hm? Do you want a kiss, or do you want my fingers inside you?”

“Am I allowed… to ask for both?”

“Sounds a little greedy… But I’ll give it all to you.”

“Really?” Heejin’s eyes, though still tired, radiated.

Gahyeon placed a hand on Heejin’s pelvis and inched downward, stroking torturously slowly over her clit until her fingers rested at the entrance. “Yes, baby, yes. Just flex for me.”

Immediately, Heejin’s fists clenched and her arms contracted. Gahyeon adored her hopeful grin.

“I meant your stomach, so I’d have something to rub on, but I like that too. Why don’t you do both?” Gahyeon phrased it as a question, but her tone was demanding.

Heejin did as she was asked/told, clenching her tummy to form tight grooves that made Gahyeon’s grinding a bit more literal. Gahyeon held up her end of the bargain too, carefully dipping two fingers into Heejin’s core, keeping her palm against the Olympian girl’s clit. She wiggled them back and forth just enough to elicit Heejin’s quiet, gasping reactions.

As Heejin’s pleasure rose, however, she began to relax. Gahyeon couldn’t have that. She slid her fingers out, and watched Heejin’s expression shift from exaltation to expectation. “For how strong you are, I’d have expected much more out of you.”

“Wait… I can do more!”

It was the neediest voice Gahyeon had ever heard from her.

Gahyeon placed a cum-plastered finger to Heejin’s lips. “Not more. Just keep flexing.”

There was hesitation, but Gahyeon felt Heejin’s stomach tighten up again, and saw her arms squeeze. She removed her finger from Heejin’s lips and went back to her pussy, quickly resuming her finger play.

Minutes passed. Heejin kept her body taut. Her ribs became more pronounced as her breath shortened. Gahyeon was disappointed that the sweat was drying up, but she loved the effort. Twice, Heejin broke down, unable to keep straining for so long, and Gahyeon pulled out in those moments, but Heejin immediately got back to it.

“You’re incredible, Heejin, you know that?” Gahyeon said as she bent over to kiss her forehead. She slid a hand under Heejin’s head and got a good grip on another handful of hair, using it to tilt Heejin’s head back and anchor her down to fully control the upcoming kiss.

Heejin whined and tried to rise up to meet her, but she couldn’t make it far enough, barely brushing Gahyeon’s lips with her own. 

“Careful, honey bunny.” Gahyeon squeezed the hair she was holding, pulling Heejin back. “I’ll be the one kissing you, not the other way around.”

[discet]

Do you have any ideas on Anne and Sasha also discovering and adventuring in the Boiling Isles?

okay so I'm gonna assume this is circumstances similar to my Marcy in the Boiling Isles Story in so far as this is an AU in which the girls end up in the boiling isles while the other two are still back on Earth.

Definitely less thoughts for these two than for Marcy

I think the core problem is motivation and circumstances for these two. Unlike Marcy, Anne and Sasha weren't looking for an escape, and they would be much more earnestly looking for a way home than Luz or Marcy were.

Anne

So I think for Anne her onboarding point is about 6 months after her 13th birthday. Marcy has moved away 5 months ago, to keep in touch through the internet. Three months ago, without Marcy to provide a buffer and play peacekeeper, Sasha and Anne hit a breaking point when Anne isn't willing to just keep doing whatever Sasha says. A rift forms between the two of them. Sasha has used her social position to make Anne an outcast at school, something she hoped would pressure Anne to just apologize and fall under her control but has only widened the rift between them farther.

When Sasha tried to get Marcy to back her up in getting Anne 'Under Control', Marcy wasn't willing to and as such Sasha has stopped talking to Marcy. Without all that development she gets in Amphibia she's too stubborn to admit she's in the wrong.

In this AU Anne becomes much more dedicated to keeping in touch with Marcy as she isn't able to make friends at school. Anne takes an interest in more of Marcy's interests so that they have more to do online together together. They stream watch movies together on weekends and probably play Vagabondia online together on the weekdays. (Anne plays tank while Marcy plays support. Probably play with one or two of Marcy's new friends from her new school)

As the summer approaches Anne makes plans to visit Marcy in Oregon for a month. She saves her allowance from working at Thai Go to buy a bus ticket and a gift for Marcy. She might also be developing some feelings for Marcy at this point and might be a little nervous.

I think what happens is that at a bus stop in some nowhere town they have a break for lunch. Anne gets out to stretch her legs but catches sight of a little owl carrying off her gift she prepared for Marcy.

She chases after owlbert and ends up in the boiling isles. I think she gets into a little confrontation with Eda about the gift: Eda insisting on payment in snails and Anne indignant after being robbed. To make sure Anne doesn't just immediately leave, I think she wacks Eda with her tennis racket, takes the gift and then makes a run for it. It's only a few blocks away that she comes to realize that she is not in Oregon anymore.

Anne, unlike Luz or Marcy is not at all happy to be in the boiling isles. A trip to visit her childhood friend was all the adventure she wanted for the summer. So, freaked out and panicking I think she flees towards hexside. Cause even if its a weird magic school, it's still a school, which is a welcome source of familiarity. I think she spends some time running around the school, trying to find an authority figure when she is eventually found by the hall monitors and starts getting chased.

Viney from the detention track takes pity on Anne and when she turns a corner pulls her into the extra dimensional space the detention track uses to sneak around. Which is where I think we get our status quo.

Anne is spends her days trying to figure out a way home. She is hiding out secretly in hex side as a student with the help of the detention track kids. Step one is find Eda again, step two is trying to either sneak back through the door or convince Eda to let her through.

I think she tries to keep a low profile but ends up getting dragged on all sorts of adventures. I think she eventually finds a way into the beast keeping track just because she is really good with animals and can fake it convincingly. If I was serious about this AU I might consider dropping the Marcanne angle to ship Anne with Viney

I also think we get a really tragic scenario on the human side of things, where Marcy is waiting at the bus station for Anne until its late and not getting any messages or calls from Anne. She comes to accept that Anne visiting might have been an elaborate prank of some kind since it feels like she's been ghosted. This lasts until 2 weeks or so later when Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy call the Wu's asking Marcy to tell Anne to pick up her phone, which is when everyone catches on that Anne is actually missing.

Sasha

Okay, struggled with this one for a bit. But I think I got it.

So this I would set actually juuust before Marcy moves away. Marcy is moving in a few days and they all decide to have one last big sleepover at Sasha's house. There is a bit of a dour tone over the proceedings. Marcy is sad about leaving and Anne is putting on a good front but its clearly on her mind as well.

Sasha tries to liven things up with one last great scare dare. This one involves exploring the old abandoned house in the development. Anne and Marcy are hesitant do to legends about the place, but Sasha of course is having none of it. They sneak out to the house and inside see the free standing owl eyed door cracked open.

Sasha trying to get the girls to back down says they should go inside it. Anne and Marcy, pretty spooked at this point refuse and Sasha goes forward to win the scare dare. She stands on the other side, taunting them, saying it looks like there would be one last entry into the book of losers.

Then things go wrong. Sasha hears some commotion from outside the tent on her side while Owlbert swoops in through the door on the earth side. Eda comes rushing in, one hand holding out the staff for Owlbert to land on and the other clicking the door to the human world shut with the key. The door goes to suitcase mode trapping Sasha on the boiling isles. Eda grabs the suitcase and takes to the air as the cops are on her tail.

Sasha is captured as a presumed accomplice, much to her frustration.

So from here we get a bit of a similar set up to Marcy in that AU, with one key difference. Sasha can do spell circles. No one understands how or why a human can do magic. It's weak and she needs to work harder to get the same effect but she can do it.

The big twist of this AU would be that about 8 generations back, Sasha's ancestor was Caleb and a witch who fled to Earth to escape Belos after he killed Caleb. This is based on little more than they are both blonde and have

I think the main thrust would be Sasha agreeing to work with Belos in exchange for a way back to Earth.

Earth side Anne and Marcy are keeping in contact, trying to figure out what the hell happened to their friend. I think the fact that they are both getting on alright without her drives Sasha a little nuts.

Not sure where things go from there.

But those were fun to think of

[mochikeiji]

Mishap Aroma

↠ Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

↠ Warning:tw: perverted person/anxiety attacks, astraphobia slight angst, fluffy fluff with my man.

↬ Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Even the baddest day, week, month or year can have the most sweetest taste of goodness by the end. Especially with the person you love and would scare all of these bad aura away.

⇢ Day 4: CoffeeShop AU

Misfortune— it happens at an unexpected time, event, and place. Whether you find yourself having a good day or moment or already in a tight spot, that bastard comes right in to double the penetration to your problems.

For instance, you were just finishing up your daily chores such as going to the grocery to fill in your empty fridge back home. It was all fine, there weren't much people, the line was short, the cashier was kind and patient as you counted your coins frantically. It was all fine.

And then the weather decided to be a bitch.

It started as a hot sunny day and suddenly as afternoon light peaks in the midst of your way home it started to pour. You didn't mind at first and luckily came in prepared with an umbrella and walked while humming a tune in your head peacefully. It was all alright, enjoying the cold weather and water spraying on your face like a child, that was until clouds started clashing to one another, delivering a loud roar from above that made your feet tumble a little on the ground.

You hated it.

On the corner of a building you ran and knelt down, one hand on your dominant ear, the one that was more sensitive to sound and the other having to deal with your shoulder pathetically protecting it. You searched desperately inside your bag, looking for that clear case of your that held two earplugs your mother had given you from her father. But none, you could've sworn you had two pairs of those. One for travel and one for home.

"Ah fuck, I broke them last month."

Raining season was occuring, of course you were using those earplugs before and more often. But the more it stretched when you pulled it out from your ear, it sadly broke. And the ones that were strong and still in good piece were at home. 

The pounding from your heart didn't stop with your knees wobbling from your poor position and fear. Getting home was a bit hard with the down pour. Worse was the flashing lights above and the roars of thunder. You'd be down on your knees and you wouldn't even be close home.

You panted a bit, flinching ever so suddenly at the rain ever second, predicting the possibility of a next round of thunder. Keeping your head lowered, you saw your bag lit up brightly inside. Hope flickered inside of you a little when you fished it out quickly and saw the ID message.

Akaashi:

Are you okay?

Where are you?

Do you have your earplugs?

3:33 PM

You teared up a bit in fear and touched by his concern. You only had a few people understand this phobia of yours. Some may say it was childish to fear a simple weather, that was messed up and still made you self conscious. But you were happy and comforted to have your lover tend to this fear of yours. He would always call you if ever and play a tune in the background loudly to distract you and spam you with messages.

You:

I went out to pick groceries.

I don't have.

I'm far.

3:37 PM

You screamed, but was muffled by the flash of lightning and stomping thunder. You knew your messages had few contexts, but you couldn't anymore. After counting a few seconds, you thanked yourself you only had a few things from the store and picked it up and began sprinting in the rain. Not caring how soaked you were getting and how people just stared at you in worry. You ran, praying to reach home. But even so, there were small rumbles above and it still shakens you.

Eventually, you reached a near cafe that had stairs below. It was that cafe where Akaashi and you would study back in the days when you both were in your third years in high school. It looked small since it was placed below, (like the mclarens pub) but the interior was pleasing and welcoming.

You grabbed on the railings of the stairs and carefully but quickly went down, entering the door with the small bell ringing from above. The air condition blasting throughout the cafe, your dhirt beginning to stick to your skin as you hugged your chest with one arm and hunched a bit to look like you were just freezing. Atleast the counter was empty, must be behind the other door preparing. Not many people bothered to look at the door which gave you opportunity to run to your usual spot. Beaming a little at the sight if it being empty and sat down, placing the grocery bag on the table along with your bag and sighing.

The rumbles can be heard, but not as loud as it was outside. Thighs pressed together close and arms wrapping around your cold body, you decided to wait until everything was clear. Even if it meant getting sick and looking disheveled on the corner.

This was yours and Akaashi's personal spot during study sessions. Even dating, this was where you'd celebrate occasionally. It was no surprise some of the employees knew you two, but apparently it seemed majority of them were out and the newbies were on duty. They would sometimes tease you when you would wait alone in your seat, or even Akaashi. Saying how adorable the two of you were and offering discounts during events like birthdays or anniversaries. They even got both your phone numbers and became close friends.

It was no surprise to have your body shivering in seconds despite distracting yourself with warm memories. You mentally cringed when you felt the eyes of a disgusting predator just a few tables in front of you rake through your soaked chest whilst hiding his smug expression behind his steaming hot beverage. It's only a matter of time that guy will walk up to you and have his way to your body with the few people around you who had their own worlds and the counter still empty.

The skies cracking sounds can be heard, louder than the rest of the thunders you've heard a while ago and made you yelp. The lights thag hung on the ceiling of the cafe flickered and buzzed as you tried to shell yourself away from everything when the lurk of anxiety crept in your chest.

Your whimpers were silent, and only you can hear them. The tears were slowly making their way to your eyes followed by the warmth and soft, dried clothing being placed on your shoulders and your left side being occupied by a larger body.

"I figured you'd be here."

Gasping and recognizing that gentle voice, immediately snuggling your soaked form on his dried and heated body, Akaashi snakes his arms around you with his hand cradling your neck along with soft hushes to soothe you.

"T-there was a m-man staring at me.."

His hold tightens, he instantly knew which one was bothering you from being obvious and casts him a dirty glare. Disgusting, he thought inside of his head, not breaking the stare down until the guy eventually gulped from the stoic male a few feet away and left the place.

He hears you whimper on his chest and moved his hand to your back, giving it occasional pats to tell you that it was okay and rubbing to tell you he was here now. You weep on his chest from both relief and embarrassment. Today had been quite tough and now the rumbles outside can be somewhat heard now.

You feel Akaashi's arm move but you didn't bother to loom at it thinking he was just moving it around for a good position. He doesn't mind the fact that you were soaking wet on his side, at that moment he needed to tend to your needs. He didn't want to be like other people to leave you hanging like this. You hear him cooe like you were a baby in his arms and just gave you warm hugs.

"It's okay, you're okay. I promise everything will be okay."

He knows the comforting lines you needed and what you did not wish to hear. He was cautious with his words seeing from the internet reminders how people don't like simple closed minded term or words given to them. He was sincere with his, and wasn't just something to comfort you temporarily.

The table in front of you both made a small thud sound. Blinking your tears away, you hear a small whisper from someone else and Akaashi's head nodding on top of yours. Raising your head a little, Akaashi looks down and presses a kiss on your forehead and smiles at you.

"I bought your favorite."

Your nose sniffles a bit from clogging that was now heated by the steam of your hot beverage, turning away from his chest, you saw your once empty table now occupied with two hot beverages and sweet chocolate chip cookies.

"You love these right? It's been long since we've gotten down here on such occasions."

It was true with him almost being gone 24/7 due to his work and you mostly taking care of the necessities when he was away, there wasn't enough time of weeks or even months to spend the day with him. It was a blessing in disguise that a bad day can make the two of you come back to the nostalgic place once again and finally have that moment where it was just the both of you.

"Wait, didn't you have work today?"

Akaashi took a note of your dampened features and placed a hand on your cheek to wipe away the tears softly.

"I told my co workers that I needed to head home immediately when I heard a loud thunder."

Looking back down then at the table filled with untouched food, you began to feel guilty to be having to pull him down from his work. You didn't expect him to actually run out of his office just to tend to your fears and comfort you. You felt like a child next to him— a spoiled one.

"I'm sorry..I'll pay you back."

He feels you try to pull away from his embrace, but as coincidence strikes again, a loud crack was heard from above, yet you still try to pull away from his hold even though you were obviously shaking in fear. He wasn't going to have this, instead of letting you go free, he yanks you back to his chest with a small sound escaping your lips from the impact and his hand firmly placed on your back.

"No you're not, I know what you're thinking and no, none of this is on you, love."

Always been quite the observer, you thought as you fought back the tingling smile on your face. You wondered how can a guy like him exist in this world and how you even managed yo make him yours and you his. Not a single negative feeling goes unnoticed by him everyday even if he was occupied by his own work and needs, he would always be looking after whats more important.

"I love you, hm? It's only natural I tend to the person I love. I'd be an ass if I just left you after what you've gave me throughout the years. It's a give-give relationship, sweetie. I just want you happy and safe."

Eyes held the most sincere look in them. You thanked the heavens and his parents for making such a beautiful human. His hands started to move around your body a bit to make you turn back around to your now warm treats. Even though you were slightly soaking, he held you none the less on his lap and presses a kiss on your cheek as you grabbed your own beverage.

It's not everyday Akaashi has gotten an opportunity to commence PDA, but there weren't much people other than the smiling woman by the counter who had given him his order. She thought it was adorable seeing you both a minute ago during comforting you.

Munching on the cookie, Akaashi took a sip on his coffee with his free hand rubbing your belly instinctively. He's grown a habit of rubbing any part of your body he can touch, knowing how you loved the skin to skin affection. The same implies to him as he secretly smiles through his cup when he feels your stomach grumble.

The day may have been bad, unexpected. But more on unexpectedly good in the end. You always believed that after a bad day, there was always going to be good. But not a day, either a week of goodness or a month. Because after sharing this day with him, the next day he had announced he was given a week off after finishing a lot of his projects.

But for now, you snuggled deeper in his hold as you blew your drink, looking up carefully to place a kiss on his jaw that made his heart flutter and him stop chewing on his own food.

A little caffeine tastes sweeter after a mishap.

[angelinasway]

Regaining Hope Chapter Seven

Pairing: Clark Kent/Buffy Summers Warnings/Triggers:Torture, Violence, Mention's of Major Character Death, Bad Language, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut, Mentions of Sexual Assault Summary: Takes place during Man of Steel. When Buffy discovers the U.S Military trying to keep quiet about an object buried in a twenty thousand year old glacier, she immediately thinks the worst. However, when a surprise visit to the Canadian Arctic puts her in the path of a mysterious stranger her whole world is changed forever.

Previous Chapters: [Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three] [Chapter Four] [Chapter Five] [Chapter Six]

[TTH] [AO3] [FFN]

Authors Notes: Thank you all for your amazing and wonderful reviews. I do need to address something though, when it comes to reviews, I honestly don't mind anyone critiquing me when comes to grammar, characterization, or even if its kind of a heavy subject and someone feels like they need to debate me on it. That is absolutely fine, for instance I knew I would get a few blocks and even someone asking about the religious views of this story. I do not mind that. I do however mind, if you think I'm a decent writer, but then proceed to belittle the content of my story. I'm going to try to say this as absolutely nicely as I can...If you don't like the content of this story, if the talk of soulmates, soulbounds, or claiming is not for you, if the romance of this story is not for you, kindly back out of this story now and please just don't leave a review. I will say that anyone who's been in the BTVS fandom long enough already knows what a Claim is pretty much a fanon canon, since its been around our fanfiction community since like 2002 at least. Wesley mentioned Angel and Buffy being soulmates in season one of ATS, so that is actually canon. I say this in the nicest way possible, because sometimes I think reviewers who don't write, do not realize how much a review about content can actually screw with our muse and inspiration and I believe there will be at least a handful of people that do write who will agree with me. That being said, this chapter took as long as it did for me to write because of a bad review, so I'm sorry for the long winded exposition everyone. I know this chapter is a bit choppy and if it wasn't for my beautiful Beta Hipkarma, I'm pretty sure it would have been illegible. This chapter deals with some pretty heavy subjects and I added a warning tag just in case. I do not expect anyone to feel the way Buffy does on this subject, and if you feel the need I will gladly talk to you through pm about it. Thank you guys so much again, and please review, unless you know its an above subject and you hate it. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter Seven

 The plane arrived right on time as Clark anxiously awaited Buffy’s arrival outside the terminal. He’d felt this way since he awoke this morning and he didn’t know why. It was almost like that feeling you get when you know you’ve forgotten something.

 He’d dreamt of her last night and it was so vivid and real that when he opened his eyes, he expected her to be there. The feeling had washed over him after that, like a sudden cold draft in a stifling room. He’d also been as hard as nails and had to relieve himself twice in the shower. His dream Buffy whispering filthy words into his ear as he imagined pinning her to the shower wall and driving into her hard and fast. It only seemed to make the feeling worse though. There was a pounding, an almost driving force that told him he needed to see her and that coupled with the lust, he couldn’t seem to shake was a dangerous combination that he did not enjoy feeling at all.

 It was so strange, yesterday he’d been fine, more than fine really. He’d walked into his house humming and smiling. His mom had noticed his exuberant mood in an instant and raised her eyebrows in surprise, a curious yet knowing quirk in her lips. She had immediately started bombarding him with questions about his evening and Clark had been unable to deny her even a single detail. Well, there were definitely a few things he left out, but he told her everything from meeting Buffy at the school to him having to sing at Lorne’s. This was a first for both of them, Clark making friends and being able to tell his mom all about it. She listened intently, a happy smile on her lips as if this was something she had always wanted for her son. The ability to just be treated normally by people, even if they knew what he was. The more he spoke about how great Buffy was the more his mom’s knowing smile grew. He told her he promised Buffy that he would pick her up at the airport, and his mom had agreed to let him use the truck as long as he promised to take her to work before he left. She had a full shift at the diner tomorrow, so he was pretty sure he could make it back in time to pick her up and take her home.

 Later that night, after getting off the phone with Buffy so she could go patrol, Clark had spent the evening on the internet looking up several theories and ideas on the concept of soulmates. All in all, it was pretty simple stuff, a soulmate could be a romantic or platonic relationship with a mirroring of the souls. Where, both their values and ideals deemed them a perfect match. He had even gone to a few sites on the mystical aspects of soulmates that seemed to be pretty legit, and they believed that when it came to soulmates not only were the souls similar, but both souls usually challenge each other to perceive themselves and the world differently. In essence, your soulmate could help you transcend into a higher state of consciousness. All of that seemed to match very much with what he had been feeling since the moment he met her. None of that however, explained how he felt now.

 Buffy had been right the other day when she said it wasn’t just the soulmates thing. He was almost positive the out-of-control lust and the uncontrollable desire to be near her had very little to do with the fact that they were soulmates and everything to do with the prophecy. Something wanted them to consummate their relationship, and he was pretty sure that something had a reason. He wondered if he was in danger of meeting the other woman and somehow changing his mind about her. He definitely couldn’t imagine ever doing that though, not when he felt what he felt, not when she had consumed his thoughts so thoroughly since the day they met.

 He felt physically ill at the idea of ever having to fight Buffy as an enemy, Lorne’s words about killing her making him nauseous and dizzy. The demon said it most likely wouldn’t happen now, but God, what if it did? What if he wasn’t capable of fighting off this mystery enemy of the future. He shuddered at the thought, his anxiety level spiking in worry. He had to get himself under control.

 As the passengers began to exit the terminal Clark looked on, his eyes searching for golden hair and green eyes. When he finally spotted her the tension that had been growing in his limbs immediately eased. It happened so fast he almost felt boneless by the sudden release. Her eyes met his and a similar look of relief washed over her face, but there was something else there. She was scared, which just made the tension begin to build again. Clark frowned in confusion, but didn’t deny her as she ran to him wrapping her arms around his waist tightly as she laid her head on his chest.

 “Are you okay?” He asked.

 She shook her head and closed her eyes. “There’s something wrong,” She whispered. “I shouldn’t be feeling this–”

 “I know,” he whispered. “I feel it too.” Clark shuddered, so it wasn’t only him who was feeling it. “I think it’s time we learn more about this prophecy.”

 He felt her nod. “I’ll call Wes once we get to the safe house.”

 ****<S>**<S>****

 The drive there had been mostly quiet. The only real sound was Buffy’s smartphone giving directions to their destination. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from reaching out and entwining their fingers however, and she smiled at him gratefully before closing her eyes and sighing. They finally arrived at what looked to be an unassuming house just outside of town that rested on a few acres of property. Buffy untangled their fingers and reached into her carryon bag that was between them and pulled out a large multicolored crystal.

 “Here,” she said quietly. “Hold this.”

 Clark, frowned but did as she asked. Watching her as she muttered the word, “Agnoscis.” The stone suddenly warming in his palm as he caught the house in front of him shimmer for a moment out of the corner of his eye.

 “Latin?” He guessed.

 Buffy nodded. “It means recognize. It’s so you can get through the wards.” She bit her lip, “We can also bring your mom here, in case you ever need to hide her you’ll have a place to take her that’s pretty impenetrable.”

 Clark nodded gratefully, his eyes studying the sad expression on her face. He reached out and gently brushing the back of his knuckles down her cheek. Her whole body shivered at the contact, a small gasp escaping her lips.

 “Are you…are you okay,” He asked.

 She shook her head, “I think it’s affecting me more than you.”

 Clark was quiet for a moment, and then he shook his head. “It’s not, I think I’m just a lot better at controlling my impulses.”

 Buffy chuckled humorlessly, “Maybe, that’s something you can teach me sometime.” She met his eyes and Clark lost his breath at the want he saw shining there.

 God, she was beautiful like that. Her eyes almost swirling with color and heat. His temperature immediately skyrocketed, his pants becoming tight. He wanted to ask her if there was anything he could do, but didn’t dare for fear of what her answer might be. She had already told him she wasn’t ready, and if he was being honest with himself, neither was he.

 He swallowed, his heart beating in his chest. “Come on,” he whispered, opening his door and stepping out. “Let’s go make that phone call.”

 He walked around her side of the truck as she fumbled with her seatbelt, opening the passenger door for her and holding out his hand. She took it gratefully as she slid out of the passenger’s side, hoisting her bag over her shoulder after her feet hit the pavement. Clark reached in the truck bed and grabbed the only other bag she’d brought with her. He wondered where her weapons bag was, but remembered she’d just went through an airport and realized she probably couldn’t bring them with her.

 As if she was reading his mind, she said. “Willow was here last night; I had her ward the training equipment so that we can use it without destroying it.” She looked at him out of the corner of her eye as they walked up the driveway. Her hand fumbling with her keys as they made their way to the door. “I also had her fill the fridge and bring my weapons bag over.”

 He didn’t say anything as he watched her slide the key in the lock and open the door. He followed her through a spacious living room that was tastefully decorated, through another door and into a modern kitchen. She slid her bag off, dropping it unceremoniously on the floor. She pulled out her phone next, scrolling through her contacts and hitting send before putting it on speaker. She set the phone on the island between them and walked to the fridge, leaning her back against it as she closed her eyes. 

 Clark wanted to go over and comfort her, but something in his gut told him that would be a very bad idea. She was putting distance between them for a reason and he completely respected that. Her sudden change however, worried him and he was beginning to think maybe she really was suffering more than him.

 "Buffy?" A cultured British male voice answered after the first few rings.

 "Yeah, it’s me." She said quietly.

 "Is everything alright?" He asked, his tone worried.

"No, not really." She answered. "I think it’s time you told us about this prophecy."

 "Buffy, I've already explained–"

 “No,” She cut him off. “No Wes, you don’t get to do this. Not now. Something is wrong with me, I feel…” Her face went red, as she looked at Clark, “I feel like I’m on fire, I…” Her eyes moved to her phone and glared, a growl tearing from her throat in frustration. Her teeth clenched as she ground out. “I feel incredibly sexually frustrated, okay? Like a cat in fucking heat.” Her face went scarlet and she avoided looking directly at Clark. “Want to explain?”

 There was a sudden choking sound on the other line, as a coughing fit proceeded it. “Good Lord, it’s happening already?”

 The outrage in Buffy’s eyes, did something to Clark in that moment and he stepped forward his anger simmering under the surface. “What’s happening?” He demanded.

 “Mr. Kent,” Wesley said in surprise, “I didn’t…I didn’t realize you were on the line as well.” Clark heard the British man sigh, “I’m sorry we were finally introduced this way, I had hoped to meet you in person. I’m sure you already know that I am Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and that I am head of the Watchers Council.” There was a pause, before he continued. “I do apologize for not telling you both sooner, but I had hoped we would have a few more days before the bond started to require a need to be fulfilled.”

 “Bond…what?” Buffy’s face scrunched up in confusion.

 “I don’t really understand it myself,” Wesley admitted. “But it’s written that once the Immortal Slayer and, I believe the correct term is Star God meet, a…I think the term is soulbond will start to form and a compulsion to fulfill it will start to take hold. Now, both Willow and I think we’ve found a way to counteract the compulsion, but I didn’t expect it would start to take hold so quickly. I do apologize Buffy; I had planned to have Willow bring me there tomorrow so I could explain.”

 “What’s a soulbond, exactly?” Clark asked, “And how is it any different than being soulmates?”

 “I honestly don’t know, there are very few references to what it is exactly. I imagine that much like soulmates there must be a similarity or mirroring of souls if you will, but unlike soulmates there is a need…a compulsion for a confluence between the souls. As far as I can tell, once that happens it would act very similarly to a claim.”

 Buffy gasped and looked at Clark, her eyes wide and disbelieving. Clark swallowed, “What’s a claim?”

 “It’s a…a type of marriage between demons, vampires in particular.” Buffy shifted uncomfortably and looked down. “It’s barely ever used now because its unbreakable, not even magic can undo it. It’s ancient and powerful and requires total trust and consent between both parties.” She met his eyes then, an apology shining through but Clark didn’t feel like he needed one, in fact he just felt very confused.

 “That doesn’t make any sense, not after what Lorne told me.” Clark said with a frown. “If this bond is as powerful as you say then…” It was his turn to look at Buffy apologetically, “Then even if I met this other person first, wouldn’t the bond take hold when I met Buffy regardless?”

 “I don’t quite understand what you’re referring to.” Wesley said in confusion.

 Clark looked up at Buffy and saw suspicion in her eyes. “Lorne didn’t tell you?”

 “Lorne doesn’t give me the details of readings Mr. Kent; he treats all his clients very much like a therapist treats a patient.” Wesley said, adding. “The only thing he told me was that you were the one the prophecy spoke of and that you were on the right path in regards to your destiny. What exactly did he tell you?”

 Clark shifted uncomfortably, feeling Buffy’s eyes on him but unable to meet hers. “He said I had two very different futures, that Buffy was my soulmate but I have another as well and in this other future this woman dies and something makes me go bad.” He finally got the courage and looked at Buffy, her eyes were wide and burning with hurt and maybe a bit of jealousy. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, thinking he had ruined everything.

 Buffy shook her head and swallowed, “Did he… did he say what would happen if you met her now?”

 Clark nodded, "He said I'm a one-woman man, that it wouldn't matter."

 She seemed to relax a bit at his words, her eyes softening and darting back to her phone as Wesley began speaking, "Then you are very correct Mr. Kent, if you met Buffy in this other future, it should have activated the soulbond whether you had feelings for this other woman or not. A soulmate is not always a love interest after all." He paused for a moment, "There are only two things that could have stopped it. One would be that you don't meet Buffy until this mystery foe had your mind or if you did meet her, she was already claimed."

 Buffy gasped, and looked at Clark guiltily, “I almost asked him to claim me.”

 A potent wave of jealousy and possession swept through him at her words. If she was referring to Angel, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to control himself much longer. Not when the very idea of her being tied like that with someone else made his blood boil.

 "What?" Wesley said, shocked.

 "Spike, Wes. Not Angel." She clarified. "It was...it was right after we found Alicia. I knew it could make us stronger and I... I thought it might give us an advantage against Angelus. I never had the courage to ask him though."

 “And thank every deity in the universe for that!” Wesley said sharply, “I don’t think you quite understand the repercussions that could have had on not just Clark’s future but your own.” There was a long silence, the only sound was heavy breathing before a much calmer Wesley finally said, “That kind of bond Buffy…think about what you did to Angelus and multiply it by a million. I was there that day you came through the portal after Spike died. You were almost feral; your Slayer was in complete control and she wanted to kill Willow for making her immortal. There was a part of her that already thought of Spike as her mate, and she wanted blood from whoever had wronged her. If you had been claimed and Spike died…” They heard him take a shuddering breath, “You would have burnt the world and then marched into Hell without a second thought in search of him. There would have been no stopping you.”

 Clark watched Buffy shiver at Wes’s words, her eyes getting lost and faraway. His possessiveness grew at her words, but a small part of him couldn’t help but be curious as to what happened between the two of them and why she so rarely spoke about him. The book had only said that the vampire had killed two Slayers, and had tried to kill Buffy on numerous occasions. He had been hampered by some form of neurotechnology by the US Government and began working with her reluctantly. Somewhere along the way he had fallen for Buffy and regained his soul, sacrificing himself for the world once, where he was resurrected by a mystical amulet he was wearing when he died. The author of the book believed he’d been brought back by mistake and the amulet was meant to be worn by Angel, but there was also some speculation that Spike may have been the actual bearer of the Shanshu prophecy. The author however, was highly skeptical about this because Spike didn’t do what he did out of heroics, even with a soul he relished in the violence of his nature. The author believed that becoming mortal would feel more like a punishment than a reward for the vampire. It spoke some about his time at Wolfram and Hart, about his part in the fight against Angelus, and how he died saving Buffy a second time.

 “I don’t…I don’t remember any of that.” She said quietly, wrapping her arms around herself. “Even what I did to Angelus, I only remember parts of it. I felt like I was outside my body looking at someone who wasn’t actually me, except I could feel what I was doing.” She shivered, and it took every bit of self-control he had not to go to her, especially when her voice cracked. “When I came to, I-I was covered in blood and…God, Wes there was nothing left but a torso and head. I…” She choked. “I even took his face.”

 When a single tear tracked itself down her cheek, Clark couldn’t take it anymore and he rounded the island and pulled her into his arms, hoping she was too upset to be affected by the embrace, but not really caring if she was, not when he could feel her trembling in his arms. He understood now why she’d been so adamant the other day about her being wrong in the way she killed Angelus and about Slayers not actually being creatures of light but warriors for the light. He could never picture her being capable of such carnage even after hearing it from her own mouth. Then again, he could never picture himself killing her either or anyone else for that matter, not on purpose at least.

 They heard a muffled sniffle over the line, before a choked sounding Wesley finally said, “Oh, Buffy, I never…I never knew it was that bad. We found the warehouse and the blood, so I did realize…but…not to what extent, and then you just disappeared and Willow couldn’t ever get a read on you. It was like you were blocking her somehow. Why didn’t you ever tell me any of this?”

 Clark felt her shake her head, “I was ashamed.” She answered honestly. “Lorne’s the only one who knows everything, even the stuff I can’t remember.”

 “Do you remember anything that happened before you captured Angelus?” Wesley asked cautiously. “I’ve always wondered how you did it, but was always too afraid to ask after the way we…the way we found you.”

 Buffy sighed against Clark’s chest, her shivering increasing. “I think I let myself be caught,” she said quietly. “The only thing I really remember is being bound magically by Amy and then Warren tearing open my shirt.” Clark stiffened at her words, his whole body going rigid. She squeezed her eyes shut, her grip on him tightening. “Angelus threw him out of the way, and said everyone would have a turn, but he got to have me first.” Clark’s anger flared at her words, his fist tightening behind her back, he had to squeeze his eyes shut at the sudden heat he felt building. “I-I don’t know how, but somehow I was able to break through the magic that was binding me. Everything’s kind of a blur after that, but I think…” She frowned, her forehead crinkling in confusion. “I think none of the spells were working on me. I think…I think I killed everyone.”

 Clark found himself sighing in relief at her words. God, just the image of someone trying to do that to her made him see red. Literally, in fact. He really hoped that something like that has never happened before, because he could already tell he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from tearing whomever did it to shreds. As horrendous of a way she killed Angelus, he couldn’t judge her for how she did it, not after hearing that. God, if she hadn’t been able to break the magic… He felt himself shudder.  

 Wesley was quiet for a long time, “I’ve always known that Willow brought you back stronger, but being able to break a binding spell with sheer force of will is extraordinary Buffy. We should have started testing this advantage years ago.”

 “I try not to think about that day, Wes.” She huffed. “I don’t think the magic going wonky even occurred to me until this moment.” She was quiet for a few moments, before she finally said, "So what happens if I bond with Clark and I lose him too?"

 Wesley sighed, "Well, I'm hoping since it’s your souls that are bonding and not your Slayer, that it will make quite a difference."

 "You're hoping? That’s really not a guarantee, Wes." She said in annoyance, stepping out of Clark's embrace and leaning on the island. "And what’s to stop my Slayer from trying to initiate a claim? What if this soulbond thing isn't good enough for her? Lorne already said she's been looking for her mate since I was called. He said that's why I was so drawn to both Spike and Angel." She shook her head, "Well, according to this prophecy he's my mate, right? Or the closest she'll ever get to one. So, what's to stop her from doing what she's been wanting to do for years? I mean I looked up claiming in high school, Wes. As soon as I read the word, I was fascinated."

 Clark stepped around the table so he could look at her. She seemed worried and deep in thought before her eyes met his and they softened immediately, a small smile forming on her lips as she studied him.

 Then they heard Wesley sigh, "I honestly don't know. We've still not even translated the whole thing and we've been working on it for over a year."

 Clark watched Buffy frown in confusion. "Is there a reason you haven't gotten Dawn in on this?"

 "I'll give you three guesses as to why." He said sarcastically.

 Buffy snorted, saying mockingly, "Aww Wes, you're not afraid of my baby sister, are you?"

 There was silence on the other end of the line and then a grumbled, "I would rather face all the demons in hell than deal with Dawn on a tirade about you."

 She chuckled and shook her head. "Well tough, because I want her in on this."

.

"But Buffy–” He started to whine.

 “No Wes,” she said cutting him off.  “I love both you and Willow, you know that. But, if there’s anyone in this world who will have our best interests at heart and give it to us straight, it’s her. I want her in on this.”

 “Fine,” He groaned.

 Then a smile broke across her lips and an evil look of mischief Clark was slowly becoming familiar with sparked in her eyes. “Plus, she already knows I spent time with Clark the other day and she knows he’s something other.”

 “How on Earth did she find out about that?” Wesley said in surprise.

 Clark smirked as Buffy’s smile grew. “I may have pissed Faith off by waking her and Gunn up with a cold shower. She ratted us out.”

 There was silence on the other line, but she swore she could hear him shaking his head. “Do I even want to know?”

 “Probably not.” She said chuckling and then sighed. “I’m feeling a little better now, I mean as far as the compulsion stuff goes.”

 “Hmm,” Wesley hummed. “Perhaps it gets worse when you’re apart. I knew that you would feel a need to be around each other, but perhaps being away from one another has an even greater affect than I imagined. How about you Mr. Kent, how do you feel?”

 Clark blinked in surprise. Now that Buffy mentioned it, he was feeling less uncomfortable than he had all morning. “Better, actually. It’s still there, but not as potent.”

 “Then perhaps the theory is a sound one,” Wesley said. “However, to be on the safe side I’ll have Willow drop off the pendants she’s making this evening. They should be able to subdue most of the compulsion until you both feel ready to move forward with the bond. I would also recommend spending as little time apart as possible. I believe that the pendants are powerful enough to ward off the worst of it, however if this bond is as powerful as I think it is you very well might override the magics if the compulsion becomes too powerful.” He sighed, “I suggest staying there with Buffy for the time being Mr. Kent.”

 Clark shook his head “That not going to work Mr. Wyndam-Pryce. I need to help out on the farm. While I was away my mom got behind on the payments and if we don’t bring in a decent crop this year my mom could lose it.” He looked at Buffy nervously. “You could stay with us though; we have a guest bedroom.”

 Buffy nodded, “Yeah, yeah, that might be a good idea. I can help you with anything you need, and we can start your training in the afternoons.”

 Wesley cleared his throat, getting both their attention. “I think you’re forgetting the contract, Buffy. He may very well not need to worry about that any longer.”

 Buffy’s eyes widened, “Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. I’ll be right back.”

 Clark watched her run out of the room as Wesley said, “Are you still there Mr. Kent?”

 Clark looked at the phone, “Yes.”

 “Good, I thought I’d go over the numbers for you and see if they’re satisfactory.” Wesley said. “I had thought of paying you as we would a hired mercenary or demon hunter, however since your role in the future will be pivotal to keeping this world intact, I decided you deserved what we would pay any Slayer, it’s only fair after all.”

 “What aren’t you telling us about this prophecy?” Clark said, Wesley’s words telling him the man knew more than was saying.

 He heard the man sigh, “I would prefer not to say at this moment. I already know how Buffy will feel about it, and I believe you both have enough on your plate with the bonding. I’ll tell you both, but she’s not ready to hear it yet.”

 Clark frowned, “I don’t think you give her enough credit.”

 “You may be correct,” Wesley conceded, “But I know she will not be happy about this, even if it’s a good thing. I, at the very least need to prepare myself for Dawn finding out, and she may very well tell Buffy even if I ask her not too. I do not believe either of you have long to wait.”

 “Alright,” Clark said, “I’m going to hold you to that though.”

 “Now,” Wesley said, just as Buffy walked back in the room. “How does two hundred-thousand a year sound?

 Clark blinked in surprise, the blood rushing to his head. He couldn’t have possibly heard that right, could he? “I’m sorry did you…did you just say two hundred-thousand?”

 “Clark are you okay?” Buffy asked, running to his side. “You look a little pale.”

 He shook his head, “It’s…that’s too much.”

 “No,” Buffy disagreed, shaking her head. “It really isn’t. Entering this world Clark… you’ll be putting not only your home but your mom at risk and no amount of money will ever make up for that.” She bit her lip and nodded, “Trust me on this, most demons aren’t stupid enough to mess with the good guy’s families, but the real big-bads, the uber-powerful demons, who’s only goal is destruction and world domination? Those demons won’t care, they’ll do everything in their power to try and hurt you, even if that means trying to break you.” She sighed, “It’s why I want your mom to have access to this place too. It will make me feel better knowing you can get her to safety if you needed to.”

 Clark sighed, reaching out and sliding the small stack of paper out of her hand. “And what happens if I sign these and change my mind?”

 Wesley spoke up, “You are not beholden to anything Mr. Kent, if you sign those and decide that helping the Watchers Council is not in your best interest, it would simply be like you quitting a job. You wouldn’t be paid anymore of course, but you would not be obligated to continue helping us either. However, with the bond beginning to form I’m not sure how you would be able to distance yourself from the Council or Buffy, but if you made that decision no one would stand in your way.”

 Clark pulled out a chair and sat down, his eyes quickly reading it through. It was pretty standard stuff, nothing in it that had some sort of hidden agenda. He flipped the page and read through the rest before getting to the signature line.

 “Do you have a pen?” He asked, looking at Buffy.

 She went to a small drawer and pulled it open, grabbing one from inside and handing it over. Clark took the pen signing his name on the dotted line. “Okay Mr. Wyndam-Pryce, I signed it.”

 “Very good.” Wesley said, “Now, I don’t suppose you’re up for giving him a tour of the underground facilities?”

 “Of course.” Buffy said.

 “Very well,” he said. “I’ll call you before Willow leaves, in the meantime try and keep your wits about you.”

 The line disconnected and Clark raised his eyebrows in curiosity. “Underground facility?”

 ****<S>**<S>****

Buffy slid open the hidden panel in the wall of the master bedroom. She entered a number into the keypad and then looked up into a camera where it scanned her face, and slid her keycard into the slot. 

 The computer’s AI came online and a female voice said, "Good afternoon Miss Summers, what can I do for you this afternoon?"

 "I need to give a new recruit security clearance."

 "Name?" The computer asked, as Buffy removed her keycard and slid in the blank one Willow had left for them.

 Buffy nodded at Clark and stepped away from the panel so he could stand in front of it.

 "Clark Joseph Kent," he answered, stepping into the space Buffy had just vacated.

 "Facial recognition." The computer said, and Buffy pointed up to the camera, indicating he needed to look into it. 

 Once that was done the computer said, "Four-digit pin."

 Buffy looked at Clark and nodded, "Now choose four numbers you'll remember easily."

 She watched as he thought about it a second before he put in his code. Once that was finished the computer said, "Thank you Mr. Kent, you now have full access to the Watcher Archives as well as all facilities. Ms. Summers would you like access into the rest of the building?"

 "Yes," Buffy answered before the hidden wall shifted, sliding away and revealing the steel doors of an elevator that would take them down into the heart of the house. The doors slid open and Buffy removed the new keycard handing it to Clark as they stepped into the elevator, Buffy pressing the simple down-arrow button.

 “We had these built in all the safehouses after what happened with Angelus.” Buffy said as way of explanation. “Or I should say, Wes and Willow did. I wasn’t really around for that.”

 It didn’t take long for the elevator to reach its destination and the doors slid open. She could feel Clark’s eyes on her as she stepped out of the elevator and into the large steel control room. There were several monitors on the walls with keyboards on a stainless steel counter top that bolted into the walls along half the room.

 “This is the control room.” Buffy said, “For safety reasons, if we’re ever in any code-red type situation, this room is always occupied in case someone manages to get past the outer wards. We can house up to thirty bodies here at a time and since most of us are a little something-other, we can at least hold off whoever’s broken in to give the rest of us a fighting chance to escape by sounding the alarm.”

 She knew she was rambling, but she couldn’t look at him right then. It was just occurring to her all that she admitted to Wesley and what she’d said in front of Clark. He was going to ask about Spike, she could almost feel it. Of all the things Wesley could have brought up, it had to be claiming. She felt Clark move closer, and wasn’t surprised when she felt him place his hand on her shoulder as she rambled on about where the exits were located.

 “Buffy?” He whispered.

 She sighed and looked down, “Yeah?”

 “Why…why don’t you ever talk about him?” Clark asked.

 Her shoulders slumped at his words, but she still couldn’t bring herself to turn around and look at him. “It’s…it’s complicated.”

 “Well then, I think you should try to uncomplicate it for me, because this thing sounds pretty permanent between us and I need to know if I’m going to be living in another man’s shadow.” He said honestly.

 She spun around, her eyes meeting his in surprise. “God, no. It’s not like that at all. We were…” She sighed. “Maybe we should go into another room that’s more comfortable. This is a long story.”

 Clark nodded at her and she turned, leading him through the heavy metal door to their left and down a hallway the AI illuminating the rooms as it monitored their approach. Buffy led him into a large rec room, a massive tv mounted to one wall with a standard sized couch in front. There was a card table in a corner and a pool table in another. A few pinball machines lined one wall of the room and a dartboard hung near a foosball table. She led him over to the couch, gesturing for him to sit before she wrapped her arms around herself protectively. She waited for him to sit down first, and sat at the other end biting her lip in thought, staring straight ahead into the black void of the blank tv screen, not sure exactly where to start. She figured the beginning was probably best, so she started there.

 “When I met Spike,” she said slowly. “He was just about as evil as they come, or at least that’s what my sixteen-year-old-self thought. Though, I hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting Angelus yet, so I was a bit naive in that department. Anyway, his girlfriend-slash-sire had been weakened in Prague at some point and he came to Sunnydale to try and restore her and bag himself another Slayer.” She shrugged, “So, we pretty much started out as mortal enemies. We fought each other a lot that first half of the year, and he was a hell of a fighter. He almost got me on that first one, but incredibly enough my mom was the one who saved the day.” Buffy smiled in amusement. “Clocked him on the back of the head with an axe.”

 Clark snorted in amusement. “Sounds like something my mom would do.”

 Buffy smiled, “Yeah my mom could be pretty tough.” She shrugged, “Anyway, I ended up putting him in a wheelchair after dropping an organ on him during a spell that actually did end up restoring Drucilla. On my birthday I found out they were both still alive and Dru was reassembling an ancient demon called the Judge who couldn’t be killed by any man-made weapon. Me and Angel tried to stop it from happening, but we were both too late. That night I made the colossal decision of losing my virginity to Angel.” She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and sighed, “And just like that his soul was gone. Maybe that’s why I clung on to the notion that we were somehow destined for so long. I mean, the breaking of Angel’s curse literally states that only a moment of perfect happiness could release the soul. I guess I thought that if our love was enough to drive his soul away, it must be special.” She rolled her eyes at herself. “Honestly, knowing Angel it had more to do with him somehow feeling redeemed in me or it very well could have been that he hadn’t dipped his wick in over a hundred years. Whatever the cause, so began several horrible months of mental torment from a demon wearing my lover’s face.”

 “And Spike?” Clark asked.

 Buffy sighed, “Spike went through his own torment at the hands of Angelus and Drusilla. Spike really did love her, but her love compared to his was fleeting at best. He told me once how they would mock him for being wheelchair bound and Angelus would…well, he would fuck Dru right in front of Spike because he knew how much it hurt him. I think that’s when whatever destiny Spike had must have started. He came to me and made a truce in the hopes of getting Angelus away from Dru and also according to him, he actually liked the world and didn’t want to see it destroyed like they were planning.” She sighed again, “Anyway, that’s probably the first instance where I started to see Spike in a somewhat different light. Less of a danger and more of a nuisance if that makes sense.”

 “Yeah,” Clark nodded. “I guess I could see that.”

 “Okay, so skip ahead a few years, when I’m in my first year of college. I’ve seen Spike once in that time when he kidnapped Willow and Xander, trying to make Willow preform a love spell to get Dru back. Apparently, our little truce didn’t sit well with her and she dumped him.” Buffy shrugged, “We had one more real fight where we were actually trying to kill each other that year, and then a few months later the Initiative planted the chip in his head and then once again he came to us for asylum.” A small smile tugged at her lips, “We fought like cats and dogs that whole year. I think our bickering is partly what drove Giles to drinking so much. Then sometime during the next year when Dawn arrived and my mom got sick, he realized he was in love with me.” Buffy sighed. “It wasn’t a healthy love though, not even a little bit. He was obsessed with me. He had a weird shrine to me and he had, the super nerd Warren make a lifelike robot of me for reasons I’m sure you can guess.”

 Clark grimaced before saying, “Is that the same Warren that–”

 “The one and the same.” She interrupted. “I’ve dealt with some pretty gross demons before, but as far as Warren goes, he’s probably the worst human I’ve ever had to deal with.” Buffy sighed, “Anyway, as weird as Spike’s obsession with me was, he did some things that year that really surprised me. Things that normal vampires wouldn’t do, though I still to this day haven’t decided if Spike was the unique one or if Angelus was, because I know for a fact Spike isn’t the first vampire to keep a portion of his humanity after being turned.” She shook her head getting back on topic, “Anyway, he protected my sister’s secret when Glory tortured him for information and he promised to protect Dawn until the end of the world. When I came back the next year, I didn’t really acknowledge it at the time, but he was still there. Still looking out for my baby sister. It’s strange how you don’t see those things when they happen, but Spike loved Dawn like a little sister and he loved my mom too. For some reason he was drawn to us Summers women.” She sighed and looked at Clark. “I already told you when I came back, I went to a dark place.”

 Clark nodded, his eyes studying her face. “You have.”

 “I went to that dark place with Spike, I didn’t… when I came back, I was numb and I didn’t know it at the time, but my Slayer had gotten stronger. Part of me hated my friends, I was furious with them for bringing me back and expecting me to be happy about it.” She swallowed, “Spike became my confidant at first, he became my quiet solace. I could sit with him and just be… he didn’t…he didn’t expect me to just be okay like everyone else. I was the one who made the first move…we were under a spell at the time but that didn’t stop me from making a second move after it was broken. One night not long after our second make out session, after my Watcher decided I needed to learn to do things on my own and left, we got into an argument about the kiss and I hit him,” she frowned bitterly, rolling her eyes. “He retaliated and must have realized his chip didn’t fire. The next day, well he started a real fight with me. The first one we had since…well since our brawl before the chip.” Buffy could feel her cheeks heat up at the memory, “It was the first time I felt alive since my resurrection and one thing led to another and we…well we weren’t fighting anymore. At least not with fists. It was the first time I didn’t have to hold back and it was exhilarating.” She looked at her hands, “And the next day I told him how disgusting we were, and I was cruel and awful to him.” She shook her head. “I’m not saying that he didn’t give as good as he got, but I was always the one saying the cruel stuff first. I was awful to him Clark; I beat him once and left him for the sunrise. He was trying to help me…well, I thought I accidentally killed someone.” She pursed her lips, even the memory of Warren now days could send her into a rage. “I hadn’t, Warren once again was trying to fuck with my life, but both of us thought I did. He didn’t understand why I had to turn myself in, how much even thought of hurting someone innocent was killing me. I…I just snapped. I honestly don’t know how he managed to make it to safety on time.”

 She didn’t realize she was crying until she felt Clark’s arms come around her. “He still had bruises a week later and vampires, they heal fast.” She sniffled. “Shortly after that my ex-Riley came to town and somewhat reminded me why being with a soulless vampire was a bad thing. I realized that what we were doing…we had to stop. I was using him and it wasn’t fair to either of us, so I broke things off.” Buffy shook her head, “It was hard, because I really did still want him, but I resisted. Some things happened, over the next month or two, my friends ended up finding out about us and one night, he showed up at my house. I was pretty banged up from a fight earlier that evening and he tried to…I’m not even sure he knew what he was doing…but he tried to rape me.” Buffy said quietly, she felt Clark’s arms stiffen around her, this was the judgment she’d been waiting for. “I kicked him off, and he was shocked at himself and then I said, ask me again how I could ever love you?”

 She looked at Clark then, and she could see the anger swirling in his blue eyes. “That’s why Spike got his soul. He thought it was the only way he could be sure never to hurt me again. He wanted to be the man I deserved. He did it for selfish reasons of course, but the outcome of those reasons? It was worth it in the end, because he’s the reason we don’t still have a Hellmouth in Sunnydale California.”

 Clark shook his head, “I don’t…how can you have feelings for someone after they…even if he didn’t, how could you have not wanted to kill him?”

 Buffy shook her head. “Because love isn’t rational, because it can be beautiful or a nightmare, and unfortunately feelings can’t just be flipped on and off. I think if he hadn’t gotten his soul, I would have felt differently, and maybe I eventually would have stopped caring about him. You have to understand though…what he did, it’s never been done before. He fought against his nature and became something incredible for it. I think I would be kinda a hypocrite if I could forgive and still love Angel for what he did to me without a soul, but couldn’t forgive and still have feelings for Spike.”

 “Your ability to forgive, Buffy…I think you might have me beat in that department.” Clark said.

 She shook her head, “I don’t necessarily think that’s true. I don’t think I can ever truly forgive Willow for bringing me back, and you now know what I did to Angelus.” She sighed. “I really do think it depends on the transgression. Willow tore me out of Heaven, she made me immortal, denying me the peace and reward that all Slayers crave. Angelus went after people I love and he tormented and killed my sister Slayers, all of which were young girls, newly called. I know what Wes said, and part of its true, but Spike was just the catalyst, he was not necessarily the cause. It was my hate, my emotions guiding my Slayer, and it wasn’t the first time that part of me wanted to kill Willow nor was it only her that wanted to destroy Angelus for what he had done.”

  “And the claim?” Clark asked.

 Buffy sighed, “It was something that was swirling around my head for a while, and at first it was absolutely a hundred percent my Slayer. But by the time I started seriously considering it, that was definitely all me.”

 Clark looked away, “You wanted to bind yourself to him for eternity.”

 She was silent at his words; she knew what he was thinking and he was wrong. She remembered very clearly why she wanted to do it. “It…I really did want to win, Clark. I know you’re thinking I must have been head over heels in love, but… I loved Spike, I did and I still do, but not…It was the type of love you hold for your best friend, for the person who gets you more than anyone else. I’m not saying it wasn’t romantic in nature either, but it was a love that formed over time. There was no cupid moment. I knew we were compatible sexually; I knew he would never leave me, and I knew it would make us stronger. Claims, they don’t even require love to be fulfilled, just a mutual respect for one another and I knew we could make it work.”

 Clark sighed, leaning his head against the back of the couch. “Why didn’t you then?”

 “Fear,” Buffy said simply. “Fear of the unknown, fear that he would say no, and fear that he would say yes.”

 She watched Clark swallow. “And you want to do the same to me?”

 Buffy blushed. “I-I don’t know. Yes, I think so…” She was silent for a moment. Did she want to claim Clark? Her Slayer seemed to think so, but was that the prophecy or an actual want. She certainly didn’t want to lead him on, so she said “But I think it’s something that could happen in the heat of the moment.” She could literally feel her face heating up even more. “Just, if…if I ever bite you when we…and say ‘Mine’, don’t answer unless you’re willing to do the same.”

 “I’m assuming when you say bite, you mean breaking skin.” He said raising an eyebrow.

 “I do.” She admitted. “That’s basically what a claim is, it’s a symbolic ritual of sharing one’s life force, blood, saliva, semen. The mixing of your essence with another to create two halves of a whole.”

 A slow amused smile broke across his lips. “That actually sounds kind of beautiful, if not a little messy.”

 Buffy snorted, her own amusement growing at his analogy. “Anything else you want to know, before we continue our tour?”

 His eyes slowly gave her a once over, before he shook his head. “No, I think that was more than enough for today.” He looked down, “It’s hard for me to picture you like that, being cruel I mean. Not when…not when you’ve been so nice to me. I don’t think I’ll ever truly understand anything you told me about him and you, and…and if I’m being honest, I can’t help feeling…” He looked at her seriously, his mouth set in a firm line. “Let’s just hope he doesn’t come back from the dead again, because I can’t promise I will be very nice.”

 She found herself giggling at the visual. Dear God, that would be funny, especially with how quiet and reserved Clark was. Spike would drive him up the wall. “Oh, trust me neither will he, even with the soul he had the ability to drive just about anyone mad with rage.”

 “Well, then it’s probably a good thing he’s not around anymore. I don’t think I’d like to be responsible for killing someone you cared about.” Clark said seriously.

 Buffy rolled her eyes; he might be from another planet but he was definitely a hundred percent male. “Yes, Clark, lucky for you, you only have one of my ex’s left to contend with and he’s married.” She pushed herself away from him, grabbing his hand as she did and pulling him to his feet as she stood. “Now, come on, I’ll show you the training room.”

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bakusquad and maid reader 2

Ok so part 2 of the Bakusquad and maid reader since some ppl asked. Also can i just say that that was the most difficult thing I've ever written! Like it's all over the place I'm sorry it's so bad!!

Warning: smut...

      Of course Kaminari made the first move, no one is surprised. Unwrapping the hand that was holding onto Bakugou for dear life, he took it in his much larger one, pulling you closer to him. Head resting on his chest, you can smell his perfume, citrus and minty, just like you'd expect. His fingers gentle running through your hair as you felt another pair roaming all over your body. Calloused fingers pressing on your exposed soft skin. Throwing your head back you were met with dark eyes, long black hair, Sero. Lustful smile plastered on his face, but you didn't get to stare too long as you felt a third person holding your cheeks, turning your head to the side, the pink girl was quick to mold her lips into yours. Passionate kiss leaving you breathless, as you felt the two young men's hand squeezing and grabbing every inch of your skin.

     Sitting back and watching the show, Bakugou was enjoying this more than he'd like to admit. He never thought that seeing his friends take you like that would make him that hard, in fact, he thought he'd get jealous, livid. Out of the. Corner of his eye, he could see someone who wasn't enjoying themselves as much as him. Shuffling in his place, Kirishima couldn't avert his eyes from the floor, but the tent in his pants showed how he truly felt. "Kirishima, come here..." Deep, dark voice making the redhead tremble, he couldn't but obey the angry blond. As soon as he was standing before him, he was pulled into his lap. Chapped lips pressing on his neck as pearly whites bite and scratched all over his tender skin. The shy demeanor slowly fading as his hands started exploring Katsuki's chest. Hard pecs and abs hidden under his tight fitting shirt. He couldn't help but grind a little, hips rolling and meeting with the ones underneath him. Shaky moan leaving his parted lips, making the other members' head snap in his direction, and slowly making their way next to the two boys.

      Mina was quick to sit right next to your boyfriend and pull you in, having you in the same position as Eijiro. Her delicate hands pinching at your poorly covered ass, as her mouth worked miracles on your neck. Sero behind you couldn't resist, tilting your head back as he started kissing you, tasting you. And Kaminari seated next to you, his hands finally finding your perked nipples, twisting and pulling and every now and then head dipping down to suck at them through the thin material of your costume. In the pleasure of it all, your eyes met with your boyfriend's vermilion ones, dark and lust clouded. Smirk evident on his lips as his hips kept thrusting upwards. His hand moving on its own will, finding purchase around your neck and, breaking the wet kiss you were having with Hanta, he pulled you closer. Mouth mere inches away from your ear "Don't embarrass me in front of my friends mm? Show them how good my maid is." Releasing you with a small push but his hand didn't leave you. Traveling down your body and looking for the zipper, locating it, he was fast to undo it, making the "apron" slide down. Happy with the new exposed skin, the rest of the squad didn't hide their joy. Kaminari finally being able to trace his tongue along the curve of your breasts. Sero leaving light brushes against your hips, making you shiver and squirm around. As Mina was taking care of the nipple that wasn't being sucked by the electric boy. Feeling a new pair of hand running through your locks, too soft to be your boyfriend, you knew it was his best friend. But you spoke too soon. Suddenly, he grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking you back as he pressed his lips to yours in a messy sloppy kiss, saliva running down your neck for Bakugou to lean down and catch it with his wet muscle.

       Having enough with the teasing, you hips were rolling in such speed against Mina's you couldn't help the whine that escaped your lips. "Please guys.... I need more!" Mina was the first to fall for your pleas, lifting you a bit only to take down your lacy thong and then hers following suit, thankful that she wore a skirt today. Glistening under the light, both of you. Rubbing against each other, every time your clit met hers it sent you to another dimension, head rolling back as your tongue lulled out. Taking that opportunity, Sero pushed the both of you to the floor. Standing above you, you could hear the sound of his fly being unzipped and the head of his dick slapping against your cheek, smudging his precum all over your face. Eager you couldn't wait any longer, taking him in your mouth. Eyes rolling back at his taste, hips launching forward to get as much friction against the pink girl. Kaminari giving her begging eyes, she obeyed him. Opening her mouth and letting him slide in. You could see Bakugou still on the couch with Kirishima in his lap, making out. Slowly his hands ran up his shirt, tearing apart as his hot tongue came to leave a wet strip all from his abdomen to his neck, making sure to make eye contact with you. Sending shivers down your spine, a low moan leaving your throat only to be muffled by Hanta's cock.

Finally deciding to join you all, Eijiro lifted himself, knees weak he almost fell if it weren't for the angry blond's arm wrapping around his waist. Feeling steady enough, he made his way to the group on the floor. Pushing Kaminari off a bit, and lifting Mina only to place her in his lap. Seeing her eyes roll back, back arching off of the strong male's chest, high pitched scream leaving her lips, you can only assume that she was being stretched open. The electric boy sliding back in in her gaped mouth. You couldn't help but feel a bit jealous, you wanted to be filled that good, so good you wouldn't be able to breathe, hands trembling as you tried to hold onto anyone, anything. Sending Bakugou a look, he laughed at you. "Take care of them, baby. We'll have our own fun in a little." Seeing that you failed at convincing your boyfriend, not that you thought it would work, but it was worth trying, you focused back on Sero. Relishing in the way he tastes, he feels. Tongue pressing on each of his veins, swirling around the head, letting the pre ooze right in your throat as he glid deeper into your wet cavern, hitting the back of your throat, earning him a few tears and cries. Scooting closer to Mina, mere inches away from her heat, but with every roll of Kirishima's hips, she got closer and closer, till your clits brushed against one another, sending shiver down both of your spines, adding pleasure to it all. Thrusting deeper into her, harder and faster, her walls clenching around Eijiro's, her throat swallowing around Denki's, You really weren't surprised by how fast it was for the three of them to reach orgasm, climax washing over their trembling body. The sight alone sending heat straight to your core, so much you can see your arousal dripping down and creating a little pool underneath you. Moans and groans sending vibrations straight to Sero's dick, with a firm grip around your hair, shaky breath and trembling legs, he pulled you closer to him, making you choke on his shaft as white ropes went straight down your throat forcing you to swallow.

Satisfied by the sight of his exhausted friends laying on his couch, trying to regain their breath, chest heaving as they came down their high. But that wasn't the only view in here. There you were on your knees in the middle of the room. Tears rolling down your cheeks from untainted pleasure, pleading eyes looking into his, chest covered in his peers cum, he couldn't help but lick his lips, as he finally pushed himself off the couch. Chuckling at the way your eyes lit up, hopeful look pooling in them, and innocent smile painted on your face as he approached you. Pushing you onto the floor, chest pressed against the cold ground, eyes looking between all four of his friends, you couldn't help but grind back against him. "Careful there maid, don't be impatient." deep voice making you shake. Slowly, he pushed himself inside you. So big, so good, your eyes rolled back, tongue lulling out as saliva dripped down all the way from your chin to the floor. The eyes following every move, loving everything happening before them, adding to the pleasure. Picking up his pace, going harder and deeper, every vein grazing against your walls, head finding your sweet spot with every in and out of his his hips, pressing so far into you. All the built up pleasure making the knot in your lower stomach tighten more and more. The grip on your waist getting more forceful as he leaned down, his chest pressing on your own back, lips so close to your ear "Cum for me babe, show them how good of a girl you are for me." And who were you to not listen to him. Knot finally breaking, voice getting louder and louder as you screamed his name, body giving up on you as it hit the floor, thankful for Bakugou's strong hold on you to keep you somehow up as he kept pounding into you, until he too, released, painting your inner walls white.

Finally every single one of you, came down from their high. Reality settling in the air as you all just realized what just happened. Looking at each other, yet awkwardness didn't exist, instead it was lust and need, you all wanted to do it over and over again until you forgot to end, but yet none of you dared to say a thing. Until a certain angry blond broke the silence. "So Y/n, you still hadn't show us your cleaning skills hm maid?"

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i think you are one of the kindest people i’ve ever come across like every response to a message just seems so genuinely nice like ??????? are you an angel ???????

ahahahaha aw anon!!!!! you’re so lovely!!! hehe this literally made me laugh out loud it’s so cute <3 no luv i am not an angel but thank you for such a compliment!!!

tw: self harm, clari rambling

my rationale is, being angry and mean and spreading negativity does nothing good for anyone (including yourself!); it just makes things worse, you know? not to mention how extremely emotionally taxing that is!! it’s such an awful feeling and at this point in my life i have trouble understanding why people act that way, but then i remember my teenage years and i try to reconsider the situation they may be in. angry and hateful people lash out because of what’s going on internally or in their environment etc.

so i choose to be kind and compassionate, to try and spread a little joy and positivity and love whenever i can, because it’s so much more productive and rewarding!!! i feel good doing it, i feel happy doing it. my blog is a safe space for myself just the way it is a safe space for others as well; my blog is my little virtual home, my little corner of the internet to escape to, and i want it to be a pleasant and warm place to be!! <3

i was a very bitter, angry teenager full of hatred, and it was terrible. it was exhausting, carrying all of that around, and it was downright miserable. i know now that it’s because of the life i’ve lived; i know now that teenage me didn’t know how else to deal with what had happened at home and what was continuing to happen at home, so i try my best to forgive her for her behaviour. but i am so, so, SO happy i am no longer that person.

i had been seeing a psychiatrist since i was 13 years old, but i used to lie to her and i was so uncooperative it’s embarrassing. when i was 17 i went through some pretty heavy self inflicted trauma and it actually severed as a huge wake-up call. i realized that i desperately did need help, and that while what happened to me as a kid/teen wasn’t my fault, my own happiness and mental health was still my responsibility, and that technically no one could improve it except for me. that’s the time i resolved to change into someone i love, into the person i was as a young child—someone who had so much love for everyone, who looked for the good in everything and was constantly filled with wonder—and began to become who i am today!!! i was so sick of hating myself and projecting it onto others—i was beginning to remind myself of my father, and that was also a startling slap of clarity to the face hahahaha. i’m very proud of myself and how far i’ve come from the teenager i was!!

tldr: i know what it’s like to be such an angry person, and i never want to go there again. it’s downright exhausting and it does nothing but make everything much worse. being genuinely kind makes me feel so much better, and it is so incredibly rewarding to spread a little love and positivity, especially in a world that thrives on other peoples misery. i don’t want to contribute to that <3

[hovee-writes]

Pick-up Lines

Chronostasis x Flirty!reader (suggestive crack) Word Count: 1,192 words Warnings: A lot of cringy pick-up lines, swearing, and some suggestive content.

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Ever since Overhaul started conducting experiments to create a quirk-erasing drug both you and him were pretty much drowning in paperwork.

Well, mostly you.

You two had a deal of some sort which included him being the brains behind the experiments and you being his scribe. Initially, you thought this would be a lot of paperwork at a desk but it actually involved a lot of cardio.

“But how?” I hear you ask. Well, you see, you had to keep running back and forth between the printer room, Overhaul’s office, and the lab. Unluckily for you, the lab was all the way over on the other side of the building from the office...

However, there were some positives to this: you were getting back into shape, and you ran into Hari quite a lot since he was usually running errands around the lab or the office. This was a good thing because each time you passed him you could annoy the ever-loving crap out of him.

Today you decided to try out pick-up lines on him.

Why? He absolutely despises them. Whenever he hears one he just dies a little on the inside. He never gave you a clear reason for why he thinks so, so you just assumed it’s because he’s heavily emotionally constipated.

When you arrived at the printing room to print a few extra copied of the most recent report you noticed that Hari was in there helping Mimic count up money and do other finance-related stuff.

Prior to enacting your plan, you let Mimic know about your plan to irritate Chrono and he agreed to help you out from time to time. In all honesty, you were only doing this because you had a massive crush on Chrono for the longest time and finally wanted to make your move. And this seemed like the best way to do it.

“Hey, guys! Working hard, huh?” as much as you hated small talk, sometimes you had to bring yourself to use it to break the awkward silence. The men only looked up at you for a short moment and grunted in response.

You noticed a bulge in Chrono’s crotch area and concluded that this is the perfect opportunity to use one of the many pick-up lines you had in store.

“Wow, Hari, is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just that happy to see me?” You said smirking at the arrow-haired man.

This must’ve taken him by surprise because his face flushed red and he hesitated to give you an answer.

Once he composed himself a little he cleared his throat and retorted “Yes, actually it is a gun and I won’t hesitate to use it if you don’t stop with this bullshit.”

“Jeez Chronostasis, why do you have to be such a killjoy all the time?” Mimic piped up, hardly containing his laughter.

Unluckily for Chrono, you weren’t going to stop. In fact, you were just getting started.

You were going to do everything in your power to make this week a nightmare for him. While it is true that you could just grow a pair and ask him out like a normal person, where would the fun be in that?

•┈┈┈••✦ :Time Skip: ✦••┈┈┈•

The next day you decided to continue with your plan and torment him a little more.

You were sitting in Overhaul’s office filling in some paperwork and covering for his secretary who was off sick, meanwhile, he was away doing some “business”, whatever that means

At one point Chrono walked in to quickly fetch something and that was the perfect opportunity to use another one of the fabulous pickup lines that you definitely didn’t steal from the internet

“Hey, Hari? Could you answer a quick question?”

“Hm? Sure, what is it?” He asked.

“Is it hot in here? Or is it just you?” You winked.

“Oh my god Y/N not this againnnn” He groaned and walked out, you chuckled at his reaction.

You don’t know why but there was just something so adorable in the way he’d get all flustered like that, that just makes you want to do that even more.

•┈┈┈••✦ :Time Skip: ✦••┈┈┈•

When it was time for your break you made your way over to the dining area to eat your lunch. To your surprise, the place was almost completely empty. The exception being a certain white-hair male sitting at one of the tables in the corner of the room. Bingo.

“Hey Chrono~” You said in a singsong tone sliding into the seat opposite him.

He just murmured a quiet ‘oh no’ under his breath.

In reality, Hari didn’t mind you using all these pick-up lines on him, in fact, he quite enjoyed it. However, being the tsundere that he is he would never admit to this. He doesn’t want to give you that kind of satisfaction.

“So what have you been up to lately?” You asked.

“Um, work? I don’t really get much time off, Y/N” He responded.

“Well yeah, I know, but is there anything you would like to do? If you had the time?”

“Hm, let me think...” he pondered the question for a few moments before responding. “I suppose I could better my English? I know a few phrases but I’d like to be at least semi-fluent.” He answered truthfully.

Ahh yes. This was the perfect opportunity to use yet another one of your many memorized pick-up lines.

“Oh, that’s very interesting! Well, since we’re on the topic of languages,” You started “They say that kissing is a language of love, so would you mind starting a conversation with me?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him.

At first, his face didn’t show much emotion but once he understood what you were insinuating, his eyed widened and he turned into a beetroot almost instantaneously. The thoughts that were flooding his mind weren’t helping either. He was starting to feel a tightness growing in his pants and he needed to escape. Right. Now.

“Y-You know what? I think- I think I’m going to go back to work. I pretty sure that Mimic could use some help” Thanks to you, his almost always calm façade was shattering.

Right when he said that Mimic came into the room. “Actually, Chrono, I don’t need your help today. I finished most of what I had to do.”

‘Shit.’ Chrono thought. ‘Think of something, come onnn.’ 

“I’m going to the bathroom, bye.” He blurted out and speed-walked away. If he had a list of his most awkward interactions, this would definitely be in the Top 3.

You turned to look at Mimic who burst out in giggles. “Is he okay?” You asked.

“Y/N-” He chuckled. “Are you serious right now?”

“What do you mean? I was just trying another line on him and he just got all weird all of a sudden.”

“Girl, you gave him a boner. That’s why he’s acting like that.” Mimic explained and burst into another fit of laughter.

A quiet ‘oh’ was all you managed to get out. On one hand, you were proud of yourself, but on the other, you kind of felt bad.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Hey guys! So I have been on this hiatus for way longer than I expected, and I’m sorry for that. I felt really guilty for not posting for such a long time so I decided to just finish this piece because I promised it a few months back. I must admit that it is not the best but I suppose I just got a little our of shape with writing? I’ll try to start posting more often from now on. I hope you have a lovely day! :3

[hisunshiine]

Escape ✈︎ Chapter 6

✈︎ chapter 6: But I Still Want You Pt. 1       | ✈︎ Escape Series — 18+, Mature  

    ✈︎ genre: angst

    ✈︎ word count: 1898 words

    ✈︎ pairing: Jin x YN

    ✈︎ warnings: personal issues with abandonment, YN is a foster child, healthy attachment issues, crying

    ✈︎ summary: It's time for you to make your decision about the island: stay or go? Some people make the decision harder for you than it should be.

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You can’t believe that you won the GA and were invited to Bangtania Island, not to mention that once you arrived here, you were let in on the secret that this is also a secret getaway location for the guys?! You truly love it here, and feel so accepted and appreciated by everyone, like you have a family and friends again. The life you left behind wasn’t much of a life so to say. You worked a basic job, you had no family, having been a foster child your whole life, and you had no real connection with anybody. When you found BTS and Army, that was the closest you ever felt to having family.

Unfortunately, having the life you’ve had, you begin to feel yourself wanting to isolate again. Nobody has actually done anything to make you feel you need to, but you are afraid of being abandoned. You’ve always had that fear, been afraid that people will leave you, so you put up walls so that people don’t get too close. You also tend to run from anybody that tries and gets too close, unsure of their reasons. You weren’t putting out any signs that you wanted people close, so you thought, so you were wary of anyone who tried to breach the walls you had built. It was safer that way. When people made attempts to get closer than you wanted them to, that was your cue to jump ship. It was better to leave them.

You have dated, but as soon as they try to get too intimate, and not in the sexual way, you run away. Sex, that was easy. Growing up with your circumstances, you weren’t ever taught the same ideals about virginity and sex like people who were from ‘loving’ families appeared to be. No mom and dad trying to convince you that sex was sacred, or meant for just one person for your entire life. You had the normal education, very cut and dry, and scientific. Penis, meet vagina: insert here. And as you got older you learned it could also be penis meet anus, or vagina meet vagina, or mouth meet anus, mouth meet penis, and the oh so wonderful mouth meet vagina.  So being physical with someone wasn’t deemed as intimate as actually letting people into who you were. What your thoughts and feelings were. It was that level of opening up and letting people in that was scary. You knew this from childhood that it’s a lot less painful when you decide to walk away, versus someone walking away from you.

It’s currently your twelfth day here. And now you only have two more days to decide whether you want to stay or head back to your life of unattached isolation. You have truly enjoyed your time here thus far, there really is the feeling of peace and serenity, able to share in the familiar love with everyone of BTS. That’s a safe area for you. Love for BTS can’t hurt you. At the same time, you still feel a sense of solidarity, like you are surrounded by people yet you still feel alone. You decide you are going to hurry to the restaurant to get something to-go before you head back to your temporary living quarters.

On the way there, you remember the first time you saw Jin in person.

“So here is a map of the island, everything is color-coded and in the map key. I think your first agenda should be to unpack and then meet us down at Jin’s restaurant.” Vanessa hands you your map and copies of your NDA and other rules and regulations to be followed on the island.

Once you unpack your belongings, you take a short detour before heading to the restaurant. You are enchanted by the happiness of everyone that is here, enjoying the private island, and the guys. You haven’t really witnessed any arguments or issues, and that brings you solace, but you still keep your guard up.

When you enter the restaurant, Talia notices you and waves you over to their booth, “Hey! Y/N! Over here! We almost ordered without you.” She laughed, then introduced you to Dahlia and Xael.

You all order your food and carry on with small talk, you ask questions about different activities you saw in your guide for the island, and then you see him. Jin came walking out of the kitchen, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a towel. He was talking to one of the residents that helps him out in the restaurant.

He turned his head and your eyes met, it seemed like an eternity, but it only lasted about 10 seconds. He smiled, you blushed, then he went back into the kitchen.

When your food was ready, Jin made sure to help your waitress bring your food to the table. “Hello ladies,” he said with a gentle smile, blushing when he looks at you. “A new arrival I see. Well I am Seokjin, the Bangtania Island Chef. If you are ever hungry, come to my restaurant, if I’m not here, the you can come to the dorm...I mean, when we have parties, I always cook for that as well. Anyway, enjoy your meals ladies,” he winks at you as he places your plate in front of you.

How could you know that would lead to you eating there everyday, just to steal a glance of him, or have him smile and wink at you. All of the silent and distant flirting, that you feel would never go anywhere, and you want to keep it that way.

You walk into the restaurant and stand at the to-go counter, but it’s pretty quiet. You have been waiting for about 10 minutes, being consumed by your thoughts, until the grumbling in your stomach reminds you that you are waiting to order food. You are surprised that nobody has come to help you, especially since the whole time that you’ve been in Bangtania everyone has been super helpful and attentive. But then you get worried, so you head behind the counter to check the kitchen. Maybe Jin closed early and forgot to lock up, you aren’t sure, you just want to make sure everything is okay.

You open the swinging door to the kitchen, probably with a little too much force in your worried state.

“Whoa, whoa!”

It’s all you hear before the pile of dishes crashes to the floor, causing you to scream.

“Jin-ah I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you, I was just here to order food to-go, and --”

He cuts you off.

“Frighten me? You were the one who was scared! Hahaha! I was just putting these dishes away and you swung the door into me.”

You feel the tears well up in your eyes, and you try to hold them back but they begin streaming down your face.

“Hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to cry. I’m not mad, we have many more dishes to replace these ones. Just please don’t cry.”

He grabs a clean towel from the shelf and begins to softly blot the tears from your cheeks. He has a look on his face of worry, as if your sudden tears were a shock to him. You reckon they were. You drop your head in embarrassment, though he softly grabs your chin with his thumb and forefinger and lifts your head back up. Your eyes meet his brown ones, taking in the way that his eyebrows are furrowed together, his lips softly parted creating his beautiful look of concern directed towards you.

“I told you, I’m not mad, now clean your face and help me pick this up. Then we can sit and have a meal together. I haven’t eaten since breakfast and that is a long time for me, you know?”

You giggle, because you do know. Jin loves to eat.

After you finish salvaging the dishes that did not break and sweeping up the ones that did, Jin says he has something special to make you. You make your way to a booth in the corner of the restaurant furthest from the windows, the most secluded booth in the whole restaurant. When Jin comes out with a tray, he scans the restaurant for you.

“Y/N?” His voice is loud, trying to find you.

“Did she leave? After I made her this delicious food, she runs off?” You hear him mutter under his breath, but not low enough that you don’t hear him.

When he turns to head back to the kitchen, he sees you sitting in the hidden booth, shoulders bounce from giggling so hard.

“You think that’s funny? I make this food and you have me to believe you left? Oh, hahaha…” He laughs with you as he sets the food on the table. He pulls off his apron and joins you at the booth, you both begin eating in silence. After a while he asks, “Y/N, you’ve been here almost two weeks, what do you think so far?”

You shove a dumpling in your mouth, as you are not ready to answer that question. He smiles encouragingly, his bee-stung lips surrounding his perfect smile, and you feel yourself wanting to open up. But you can’t. You only want to show him your best side. I guess that’s something you have in common with them.

“Oh, it’s great! You guys really spoil us here.”

He nods, happy to hear your positive feedback, not realizing it’s shallow. You want to elaborate. The words are on the tip of your tongue to tell him that yes, they spoil you here and you love it, but a part of you is scared to really fall in love with it, to truly believe you’ve found a place you can call home that has a new family that’s perfect for you already waiting. Who gets that lucky in life? Not you. So you tuck away your fears, and keep it surface level with him.

The rest of your night was lovely; it was easy to tuck away the thoughts that had been so prominent before spending time with Jin. He was someone who tried his best to make sure that everyone was comfortable. You had known this about him since prior to meeting him, watching him on RunBTS and Bon Voyage, he had that caring, nurturing way about him that drew you in, and made everything appear better in the aura he cast out. He made it easy, which you knew would make it that much harder.

That night you lay awake long past the last sounds of your housemate have dissipated and watch as the ceiling fan circles and circles. You always thought that it was safe, that loving BTS was safe. Friends over the internet, they didn’t have to know you completely. You could take days off and come back when you wanted, no one really depending on you. No one actually knows your deepest secrets and thoughts. Those were kept safely tucked away, behind lock and key deep within your heart.

You could have sworn that love for BTS couldn’t hurt you. Hindsight is definitely 20/20, as you lay curled on your side, looking out the window at the reflection of the moon on the ocean, tears streaming down onto your pillow, it hurts.

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[kittybellestark]

This is kinda an endgame fix-it of sorts. Tony is alive.

After the snap Peter and May were poor.

They were lucky to get an apartment with two bedrooms. They really were. And it was still in queens which was nice. But they were starting from scratch.

The government was useless. Well, maybe not useless, they were doing they’re best with the missing people from five years ago suddenly return. They had to deal with all of the deaths caused by the return, as well as all the now displaced people. Undoing the death certificates, finding any missing people. The government was doing a lot.

But it didn’t feel like it. Those who were snapped out of existence didn’t have their savings anymore. Or their jobs. They were entitled to ‘financial compensation,’ but that could take years to get, and would probably end up costing more then they’d get.

So, May and Peter were currently poor. And while their apartment seemed nice enough, it was pretty run down. They were lucky that Pepper had lent them one of the Stark’s many homes in New York until they found a place for as long as she did. With Tony having been in a coma for as long as he had been, and is still dealing with recovery, it felt wrong to intrude in such a way.

They’re new apartment has already been broken into twice. And May and Peter were currently sharing a cellphone where they bought minutes as they needed. May was finding small jobs here and there that was enough to cover the bills. And Peter was chipping in where he could.

Then the ceiling in May’s bedroom started to collapse. And while typically this would be the part that Tony would swoop in and save the day, May and Peter currently had no way to reach of to him, and Tony was still deep into recovery, still not permitted to even stand on his own.

Peter and May started putting money aside where they could to get the ceiling fixed. It was April and school had been cancelled until at least September to deal with the influx of students. So Peter got a full time job as a bartender while he isn’t actually old enough to serve or drink his ID is technically doesn’t say he’s too young either. And May finally found a full time position working for a non-profit that pays well enough to help relocate people after the snap.

May’s mattress is brought over to Peter’s room, (because the living room is too small and doesn’t have a couch yet, only too foldable chair and a little table in between) and they become roommates.

After 3 months they still don’t have enough money to fix the ceiling and Peter is feeling antsy.

May likes to sleep with the lights off, and Peter doesn’t want to tell her that the dark makes him think about the battle, or space, or the time he crashed an airplane, or when he was trapped under a building.

May goes to bed early because she has to wake up early, which means that Peter doesn’t get to be alone very often.

Peter misses having privacy.

He misses getting changed in his bedroom.

And crying without worrying about waking up the person a few feet away.

He misses having a place solely his own.

Peter understands why this is happening. He gets it. He knows they’re poor right now. Peter knows that they can’t afford to fix the ceiling. And he feels guilty. And selfish for wanting a place of his own.

He feels so selfish when he looks down at the pizza him and May just ate -because they were both over tired and their stove broke- and sees it as a luxury. Sees the money that could have gone to giving him his room back. He feels selfish for putting money on their shared cellphone so that he can check the internet to see if Ned or MJ were also snapped. To see if the news knows about Tony’s recovery.

Peter feels guiltly and horrible for just wanting to be alone for longer than a shower. He just wants to be able to be alone.

When Happy spots Peter when he’s walking home from work at 3am, Peter feels guilty for taking the offer for the ride home. He’s wasting Happy’s money. He’s wasting Pepper’s and Tony’s money. He feels like a burden.

“How come you haven’t come round to visit boss yet? I thought you too were close.”

Happy doesn’t want to say that he misses the kid. Doesn’t want to tell Peter he’s concerned over the hallowed cheeks and sunken eyes. He wants to see if Peter is okay, but without the kid feeling like he’s put on the spot.

“Don’t know where he is.” Peter responds simply with a shrug.

The way Peter slurs his words slightly along with the raggedy look of the kid are some massive red flags for Happy. Peter isn’t going off on some tangent about anything and it isn’t right.

“If you called I could have given you a ride.” Happy tries to sound nonchalant, looking at Peter in the rear view mirror, the kid doesn’t even perk up.

“Gotta have a phone for that, Happy. And your phone number.”

Happy pulls over to where the Parker’s used to live. Where things were good and happy and there was no snap. And there was no missing out on five years of life or sharing a bedroom, it was just another day.

“You guys still live here?” Happy asks, hoping for something to turn the conversation around, hoping for something, anything.

“No, but I can walk the rest of the way, it’s no big deal.”

“Not happening.”

Happy pulls back out onto the road taking Peter out of Queens to visit Tony and Pepper and Morgan. Hopefully that’ll cheer the kid up. Morgan is the cutest kid, so it’s impossible to be upset by her. And now that Tony is doing better it’s bound to have Peter rambling in no time.

“Happy, Happy, what are you doing? You need to pull over. C’mon man, not cool. I gotta work tomorrow. Let me out!” Peter tried the open the doors to no avail not thinking to unlock it.

“Peter I’m just taking you to the Lakehouse, just for a night.”

“I have to work tomorrow Happy, I can’t not go. Just let me out.”

Peter felt desperate, and selfish. Tears were in his eyes and he was seconds away from crying. He couldn’t miss work. Couldn’t miss out on the money that went towards his privacy. Towards having his room back. 

As Happy turned to pull into the driveway for the Lakehouse it was turning to 4am and the kitchen light was on. Peter felt the tears escape and he couldn’t call May, or his job and they needed the money.

“Happy, please.” Peter tried again.

Happy and Peter both got out the car, Peter trudging behind, dreading the idea of intruding on someone else. He didn’t want to be there and he was sure he wasn’t wanted.

They both walked in, gathering the attention of Pepper, who was making food in her pajamas. Pepper looked up and smiled at Happy, not seeing Peter who has hidden himself behind Happy. 

“Look at who I found wandering through the streets of Queens.” Happy pulled Peter out from behind himself to show off the boy to Pepper.

“Wandering through the streets? Peter, honey I know you’re enhanced but it’s not safe to be walking through Queens in the middle of the night.” 

Pepper moved and gave Peter a hug, surprised at how skinny he way. He wore enough layers that it wasn’t that obvious in any place other than his face, but when she squeezed him. All there was, was bones.

Peter didn’t respond verbally, only a slight shrug, and that was so out of character for him it nearly had Pepper reeling.

“Let me make you some breakfast.” Pepper nodded to herself before moving back into the kitchen to make Peter some food too.

“I really shouldn’t be staying long.” Peter broke the silence finally when Pepper got him to sit with food infront of him.

“You just got here, honey, there’s no rush. We missed you.”

Peter doesn’t really believe her.

“I have to go to work. I can’t miss work.”

Pepper gives Peter a look. A look that he’s received multiple times from May, the look a parent gives when they’re trying to figure out if their child is lying. It’s the squinting eyes and the frown, with the one corner of the mouth turned up.

“I’m sure you can take the day off.” Pepper’s tone has an air of finality to it. “We’ll get May here tomorrow. It’s been too long since we’ve last seen you guys.”

Peter shrugged, feeling tired and defeated. Fighting Pepper is a battle Peter doesn’t ever want to take up. Sometimes you just need to accept your losses. This is one of those times.

“Can I use your phone to call in then? I’m supposed to work at noon.” 

Peter held onto his head with both of his hands, already coming up with an excuse to why he can’t come in.

“Didn’t you just finish your shift? Why would you work at noon.” Happy snorted, clearly not believing Peter having a job.

“It’s called working a double. My shifts are 12pm-2am. Now could I please call in?”

“I’ll call for you honey, where do you work?” 

Ah, shit. This wasn’t a turn that Peter was expecting. He didn’t think that he would have to tell Pepper where he’d work. 

“Death & Company.”

“Excuse you?”

“I work at Death & Company. That speakeasy styled bar where we all wear bowties and suspenders. It’s pretty rich people stuff, I’m sure you heard of it Pepper.”

“Peter, impossible. You’re sixteen, they wouldn’t hire a minor.”

“Except the fact that my ID say’s I’m 21. I just happen to be the type of guy that they like to hire. Also the tips are really good.”

“You can’t work there. I won’t allow it. I’m sure May and Tony would agree with me.”

Peter groaned, dropping his head onto the table. He didn’t want to do this. He was tired and missed having privacy and he was doing something good. Sure, maybe he got the job for selfish reasons. And maybe he’d stay a little later most shifts and have a drink or two with his coworkers. It’s not like it’s illegal anymore. Might as well reap the benefits of being a legal adult while still 16. 

“May actually knows where I work and is grateful that I’m helping out while not in school. Four months ago it would have been a problem, or I guess five years ago, but now we need the extra cash. Besides, you don’t own me, I’m not your child, I’m technically a legal adult and therefore can work at a bar. The last time either May or I have spoken to you was right after the snap, and the last time I talked to Tony was during the battle.  You didn’t give us anyway to contact you, and the only reason I’m here is because Happy brought me here even though I asked to be dropped at home. You can’t just decide to show up in my life now and tell me what I can and can’t do. You haven’t been here and you don’t get to choose to be here for me now.”

“Peter, I’m so sorry that we’ve ignored you, but there’s been a lot going on, we’ve just got Tony back home and he’s able to do things again, and there’s Morgan and the company too. It’s been a lot.”

Peter felt tears in his eyes. He didn’t like doing this. He didn’t want to, but he might still be a little drunk. It’s been exhausting and he hasn’t gotten to talk about it with anyone, and now Pepper is here and it’s convenient.

“We’ve been threatened with homelessness multiple times, we’ve been robbed twice, our roof has caved in, we have one phone where we buy minutes when we need it, we don’t have hot water, our appliances barely work, May is working two jobs that don’t pay anywhere’s near as much as her old one and I’m working as well and sometimes we have to choose which utilities are more important to us. May had to talk a week off of work last month because she got the flu, knocked her down pretty good. I wanted her to go to the hospital because her fever hit 105 degrees, we couldn’t really afford it before everything either, but it would have been doable. Now she didn’t want to be brought to the hospital because it’d be cheaper for her to die and wouldn’t lead to me being homeless. We had our electricity and water shut down for a little while because of that.” Peter took in a big breath, trying to reign in his frustration, trying not to take it out on Pepper. “I understand that you’ve been through a lot these last few months, years even, but so have I. It isn’t your fault, but you’ve also not been there, so please don’t try to force yourself into a situation you will never understand. I need my job. May needs me to have my job. This isn’t about what you or Tony want, it isn’t about what you do and don’t like. It’s about what May and I need. And that happens to be me working at a bar for the unforeseeable future.”

The two sat in silence, and Happy backed his way out of the kitchen. It was clear that Pepper was processing Peter’s words. It was a lot. He couldn’t blame her for that. Or for her not being there. It happens. Life gets in the way.

“Okay. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry Peter. I’ll call them for you. Just the one day, and then you can go back to work if you’d like. For now why don’t you go to bed sleep a little bit. Then you can see Tony and meet Morgan.”

‘Meet Morgan.’ Because Peter hasn’t done that yet. Because Peter hasn’t been important enough to meet her before. Or important enough to see Tony. Maybe Peter just isn’t important. He’s an intern. Just an intern. Always will be an intern.

“Sure, tha-that’s fine.”

“Okay, you can take the first bedroom on the left. On this floor.”

Peter nodded with a mumbled thanks, moving out of his spot and to guest bedroom. When he entered the room it was obvious it was made for visitors. There wasn’t anything personal in there. Queen size bed, white comforter, white pillows with a colourful quilt. A tall dresser and desk, an ensuite bathroom and walk-in closet. 

It was too much. Way too much. It’s probably a memory foam mattress. He doesn’t deserve this. He wanted privacy, not to abandon May in a time of need. Peter just wanted his room back, not to be sicced on Pepper or Tony when they’re also in a time of need. All he needed was his creaky twin size mattress on his nearly okay bed frame, in his dingy bedroom that totally didn’t have mold or mice. All he needed was to be able to go to his own bedroom at night and be alone, not in this knock-off hotel room. 

May deserved it. Not him. May deserved better than him. Better than what she got. 

“I need another drink.” Peter groaned, closing the door behind him and through the room. He opened the window, throwing himself and his bag outside. 

The fresh air coming off the lake helped calm Peter’s nerves. The sun rose in colours of pink and orange and red. There were still stars in the sky and the moon too. 

Peter found himself being drawn to the docks. He sat down at the edge, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. The bottle was still mostly full, so he took a swig hoping for it to solve any problems. Of course it didn’t. It never could, why would it start now? Just because Peter was seated on the Stark’s dock, using up valuable resources, money and space didn’t mean that anything would be solved. It just meant that the sinking feeling in his stomach grew heavier and heavier. 

He should be at home. Dreading work, but grateful for the extra money. He should be in his shared bedroom with May. He should be doing more. May should be the one swept off her feet and given a day off. Why should he have anything good? Why should he be sitting here, privileged, when others are struggling much worse than he is.

He takes another swig.

It doesn’t burn anymore. Not like it used to. 

“You know, Whiskey was the first drink I ever had. Mind you, I was six years old and told I needed to drink it to show how grown up I was. I’m sure there’s a different reason as to why you’re drinking.”

Tony’s voice shock’s Peter’s system. There’s electric currents and his vision whites out for a second, he nearly drops his bottle. Peter can’t stop himself to turn around, finding Tony standing there, keeping himself up with a cane, his right arm a prosthesis, and healing burns up his face. Tony has a sad smile on his face as he carefully maneuvers himself to sit down next to Peter.

“I know that look.” Peter says carefully. “It’s not your fault.”

“Peter, you’re drinking.” Tony huffs, pulling the bottle from Peter’s hand.

“Don’t put this on yourself. It’s not like I drink all the time. Only after my shift sometimes. I’m legal, technically, and it’s not hurting anyone. Controlled environment with other adults. The whiskey was a gift from the owners because I bring in the most customers.”

Peter laughed, it was a heartbroken, self-deprecating laugh. The tips of his ears were red, and Tony noticed how Peter’s eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears. Tony was surprised to see that Peter was also skinnier, his cheekbones and jaw more prominent, his collarbone popping more and his spine visible through the sweater. 

“So then why?” Tony asked, testing the waters a little bit. 

This was the first conversation he was having with Peter after five years. Their first conversation and it isn’t one of happiness. Tony finally gets to talk to his kid and he’s scarred he’ll push Peter into closing off. 

Peter considers his answer. “Well I’d rather be dead and I can’t do that to May because that’s selfish of me. And I don’t have any privacy and we can hardly pay any bills. I don’t even know if Ned or MJ were snapped or finishing college. It’s been five years and I don’t really fit anymore. I just feel so selfish for wanting my own bedroom.”

Tony felt like an asshole. Of course Peter would be struggling with adjusting to a new world. He should of reached out sooner, though Tony wasn’t very lucid these last few months, finally weened completely off the pain medication this week. 

“Can I hug you, kid?” 

Peter nods, sobbing once he’s held in Tony’s arms. Tony rubs Peter’s back hoping to bring any comfort to the kid. Being alive for the last five years has been hard, trying to mourn the loss of half the world, move on from what once was, and then try and reverse everything to bring back Peter.

“Ned and MJ were both snapped as well. It was one of the first things I checked when I made it back. And I don’t know how much it helps but I literally invented time travel to bring you back, not for the greater good, but because I’m a selfish man who wanted my kid back. I know that there is no excuse for why I’ve not been there since you came back but I’m here for you now and whenever you need me in the future. I’ll put my number and Pepper’s and Happy’s and Rhodey’s number into your phone so you can call any of us whenever you need.”

Carding his fingers through Peter’s hair helped soothe Tony and he hoped it would also soothe Peter. Having a crying boy in his arms made him more like a failure than he already thought himself to be.

“I don’t have my own phone. May and I share, and we hardly ever have enough minutes. I wouldn’t deserve it anyways.”

“No, no, Kid you deserve it so much more than anyone else, and you deserve everything good. You’ll have a phone by the end of the day, with so many minutes you wouldn’t know what to do with any of it. Whatever you need, I’ll get it for you, but I need you to promise that you’ll only drink on special occasions or parties and not when your sad, or angry, or upset in anyway.”

Peter sobbed, his whole body shaking in Tony’s arms, he tries nodding, though the way that his body is shaking it made it hard to decipher, but Tony knew, he always knew.

“I don’t know why I thought things would be like normal. It didn’t really click that it’s been five years, but then it really was, and May and I don’t have anything and I went to space and died then came back to life and was thrown into a war. I can’t even sleep anymore, especially not in the dark. I don’t know why I thought things would be the same. Everyone moved on, the world moved on. There’s no room for me anymore.” 

“Okay, okay, Underoo’s. It’s okay, I know it’s hard and what you’re feeling I’m sure a billion others are feeling too, and that doesn’t make you any less deserving of your feelings. We’re going to find a place for you in this new world. We’re going to help you the best we can. You’re my kid too, and I’m so sorry I haven’t been there for you, but we’ll do this together, however you want to. You get to call the shots here. You have a room here for as long as you want it and forever after that, we’ll get you and May set up wherever needed. I love you, Pete.”

For the first time in a while Peter feels like things will be okay. He’s here with Tony and the world isn’t ending, and he has a room and someone who can tell him that it’s okay. He’s not happy, but he’ll get there.

[hklunethewriter]

But seriously, why do I never hear about Irene Iddesleigh around the Internet? It’s practically The Room of late Victorian literature! I have to tell y'all about this book. See here:

Got published because Amanda McKittrick Ros’s (the author’s) doting husband paid for it, but not for the “I want to have more control over publication/don’t need the traditional system” reasons—no, she simply thought her writing was too amazing for that

Mark Twain called it “one of the greatest unintentionally humorous novels of our time”

C. S. Lewis and J. R. R. Tolkien would deadass have reading parties where whoever could go the longest without laughing won

“Hope is like a shimmering oaken ship on the turbulent seas of discord, fear, and impertinence, cast by the hollow winds of despair. The sun’s rays of goodness and victory tumble down from the heavens, but lo! The clouds of uncertainty beat them back as though"—ALMOST EVERY PARAGRAPH IS LIKE THIS. Metaphors and similes and alliterations and melodrama is the entire book.

a humorist from that era named Barry Pain (lmao) called it the book of the century. At first he found it funny, but then apparently he “shrank before it in tears and terror”

When Ros read what Pain said, she called him a “clay crab of corruption” and then claimed he did it because he was secretly in love with her (my gosh. her mind)

And for all that, it’s not even just the outrageously

🌌 purple prose 🌌

that’s the whole issue here. The plot is basically just

Act I: I’m going to willingly marry a man I hate, and I hate him because he isn’t my secret lover >:(

Act II: I hate him even more each day but we have a kid, oh and I’m having an emotional affair with my secret lover

Act III: husband discovers affair and locked me in a “cursed” room for a year (Charlotte Brontë is literally shaking) but I escape to America with my lover. Huh? I have a child? Never heard of him

Act IV: I somehow legally marry my lover in America and will live there the next fifteen years, but whoops! Suddenly he’s super bad with money and also a drunk and abuser and hits me and then dies by suicide

Act V: I go back to England. Nobody recognizes me even though I’m, like, 35, but they all hate my guts and love my dead husband. My son got the whole story from his dad and hates me the most. I’m sad. I walk to a cottage my lover used to use and literally drop dead. The end

So if you’re looking for something ridiculous to read and be entertained by, I can heartily recommend Irene Iddesleigh. It’s about 100 pages, so it isn’t a slog (somehow)—I read it in an afternoon. You can read it storybook style here or find it over at Project Gutenberg. It’s what Tolkien and Lewis would want.

In case you aren’t convinced yet, though, allow me to show you.

Until now he was inclined to be prejudiced against the snares and allurements of women, but he strongly resolved to try gradually and abandon every unkind thought harboured in his mind against them, fearing lest all his conjured imaginations were both unjust and selfish; and determined to drown them for ever in the clashing gulf of fate, felt a prouder and happier mortal than before.

But time would solve the problem and heal the wound which penetrated so deeply his bosom. Yea, a short time he hoped would bring his creeping fever of endearment under the binding stay of appointed authority, and heal its weakening effects with the sacred salve of truth.

Aka “my long-worn misogyny has just been reversed by a pretty woman”

Great

Chapter IV: When on the eve of glory, whilst brooding over the prospects of a bright and happy future, whilst meditating upon the risky right of justice, there we remain, wanderers on the cloudy surface of mental woe, disappointment and danger, inhabitants of the grim sphere of anticipated imagery, partakers of the poisonous dregs of concocted injustice. Yet such is life.

Chapter VIII: A word of warning tends to great advantage when issued reverently from the lips of the estimable. It serves to allay the danger pending on reticence, and substantiates in a measure the confidence which has hitherto existed between the parties concerned. Again, a judicious advice, extended to the stubborn and self-willed, proves futile, and incurs the further malice and fiery indignation of the regardless, the reckless, and the uncharitable.

Chapter XIII: It is astounding to view the smallest article through a magnifying glass; how large and lustrous an atom of silver appears; how fat and fair the withered finger seems; how monstrously mighty an orange; how immeasurably great the football of youth; but these are as nought when the naked eye beholds the boulder of barred strength—a mountain of mystery.

Every chapter has a paragraph like this. I won’t spoil them for you.

Such is life.

“My dearest and much beloved, I assure you your remarks have astounded me not a little! Your words sting like a wasp, though, I am quite convinced, unintentionally. You are well aware that within a short period I will be marked  out publicly as mistress of Dunfern mansion—an honour revered in every respect by me; an honour to which I at one time dare never aspire; an honour coveted by many much more worthy than I, whose parentage is as yet bathed in the ocean of oblivious ostentation, until some future day, when I trust it shall stand out boldly upon the brink of disclosure to dry its saturated form and watery wear with the heat of equality. You are about to place me in a position which cannot fail to wring from jealousy and covetousness their flaming torch of abuse. Yes, Sir John, on me you have not ceased to lavish every available treasure and token of your unbounded love. You have been  to me not only a loyal admirer, but a thoroughly upright and estimable example of life’s purest treasures. You have resolved to place me by your side as your equal, whilst wealth in boundless store is thirsting for your touch. You have elevated my unknown position to such a pitch as to defy taunt or jeer, and at any time if I may have, seemingly, ignored your advances, it was purely want of thought, and not through any underhand motive or scheme whatever.

“I assure you your allusion to my verbal answer last night is very pronounced, and may be overlooked on the ground of pure disappointment. Our time of singleness  is now short, and begging your forgiveness for my seeming neglect or indifference, I hope the tide, which until now has flown so gently, may not be stayed on the eve of entering the harbour of harmony, peace, and love.”

At the commencement of Irene’s answer of lavishing praises and flimsy apologies, her affianced moved to the opposite corner of the rustic building to scan the features of her he wholly worshipped and reluctantly doubted. Every sentence the able and beautiful girl uttered caused Sir John to shift his apparently uncomfortable person nearer and nearer, watching at the same time minutely the divine picture  of innocence, until at last, when her reply was ended, he found himself, altogether unconsciously, clasping her to his bosom, whilst the ruby rims which so recently proclaimed accusations and innocence met with unearthly sweetness, chasing every fault over the hills of doubt, until hidden in the hollow of immediate hate.

Ros is so close to being self-aware at the start of the last paragraph here, but then it’s lost in the same circular language found throughout. Ah, well.

[thevoidscreams]

These trend are made for walking

Summary:You try out an internet trend with your bird boyfriend It ends up being so much more. 18+ Warnings: Oral sex, vaginal sex, some swearing and nudity Word count:3232

(Yo this got weirdly soft at the end. What even is this?)

You didn’t usually spend too much time on social media because overall places like Facebook and twitter and Instagram were simply breeding grounds for vile bitter behavior and you were just tired of it.

Of course not every social media platform was perfect but there were some that overall just seemed better than others.

So far your foray into the Vine knockoff, tik tok, hadn’t been as bad as you first thought it was going to be. The comedy pages had decent original content and the artist put a lot of passion into their works and that was genuinely nice. Call all them to the House of Vibes cause that what they were, at least to you they were. 

In all your endless scrolling and liking of every Hawks cosplayer you could possibly find, you took notice of certain trends. They never compelled you too much despite their popularity, but one trend finally did catch your eye and there was just no way you could stop yourself from giving it a whirl. 

Keigo had a rare opportunity today. Today he could stay home and do nothing, just nothing. Or so he thought, until he stared down at the caller ID on his phone.

It was his manager. With an exaggerated sigh he pressed talk and put on his best happy tone he could manage. “Hey man what’s up? Why you callin me  on my day off?” It was a rather aggressive question for the cheery tone but if they were gonna bother him with some business shit while he was supposed to be relaxing then it was going to be their problem.

The plan was perfect, you looked perfect, your phone was in hand and your clothes were on the floor. Hawks favorite pair of your underwear was in hand and you were ready to attack. 

You started the video and made your way towards the living room where you could hear your man complaining about how he was positive he’d filed those reports properly.  It was the best possible timing because he’d pick you over dumb work stuff any day and you knew it.

The fuck was so important about those reports that it couldn’t wait till he got back to work to take care of it. He scrubbed his hand over his face as he growled. “Look, I can take care of it when I get in on Monday. This is my first day off in weeks and it’s not like the world will end if I don’t come now.” His manager began on another spiel about taking responsibility but the hero was already checking out.

You peeked around the corner into the room. He wasn’t facing you, he was sitting on the couch wings draped over the low backrest, his feathers were unusually sharp looking which meant he was irritated. Understandable considering you could hear his manager on the other end of the phone lecturing him as you approached slowly. Well, you smiled, this ought to help. You balled up the panties and tossed them onto his head.

Hawks wasn’t really listening. He’d heard this all before and was pretty used to it. What he wasn’t used to was being assaulted by undergarments. He pulled the lacy cloth from atop his head and looked at it confused. Turning he found the source of his sudden bombardment and his jaw dropped in surprise. 

The voice on the other line was almost entirely forgotten as he stood up. “Uh hey man I gotta let you go. Something really important just came up.” 

“What? No, listen hawks,” but he didn’t have time to finish as Keigo’s thumb brushed over the end call button.

“Hey babe what’s all this?” His look of awe turned to a look of pure hunger as you began to back towards the bedroom. “Oh just thought you could use a little TLC.”

“Oh? Then why are you backing up?” He hadn’t come around the couch yet and was grinning at you like a mad man.

“Well if you really want it babe you’re gonna have to come and get it.” You laughed and began to jog backwards faster.

Never one to let his prey escape Keigo cleared the couch in one jump and made a beeline for you. A yelp then a giggle bubbled up out of you and you turned to full on run back to the room, your prey drive sufficiently activated.

You didn’t make it far. You were fast but Keigo was faster. He snatched the phone from your hand and tossed it aside as he picked you up and carried you to the bed.

His lips attacked your neck and chest as his hand massaged your hips. “Can I have some of that TLC now pretty bird?” He had a soft eager tone as he lavished you with affection.

“Of course, but we’re gonna have to get you out of those clothes first. “

With lighting like quickness he bounced off the bed and began to stripe like his clothes had caught flame. 

“You have no idea how much I love you right now.”

“Needed to escape from the evil phone call?”

“Yes, please remind me not to accept phone calls on my days off anymore.”

You gladly accepted him into your arms as he crawled back onto the bed.

“How would you like to receive your loving care first my love?”

Hawks kissed you and took your hand from his shoulder, pulling you up till you were both kneeling. 

“Well I think the first order of business would be to get a taste for each other don’t you think?” 

With a nod and a wink you pushed him back into a sitting position and licked your lips.

You didn’t enjoy putting your mouth on other people until you met Kiego. He was a rather clean dude despite his inherent laziness and he  kept a stellar level of hygiene. More than that though, he wasn’t as pushy as others before him and the best part was he didn’t hold back on any of his sounds. Hearing him moan in pleasure was better than any song and you could happily listen to it all day.

You were blessed with the first of his little groans as you ran your tongue along the underside of his length all the way to the tip, giving a little lick to the slit at the top. He was already so hard and it made you smile as you took the tip into your mouth and suckled it. 

He leaned back, resting his weight on an elbow as the other came to rest softly in your hair, guiding you gently down his length. Relaxing your jaw and throat you were able to take him most of the way right off the bat which wasn’t always the case, but today you were determined. Keigo was certainly enjoying your efforts as you pulled back to the tip, gave it another little suck and dipped back down till he was hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck Dove, just like that.” His voice was thready and needy and made your body feel just that much warmer. Your tongue danced along his shaft as you sucked and slowly he began to sink back onto the bed, eyes shut, nothing but a blissful expression while you worked. It was nice knowing you did this to him, but you too were excited to get a turn. Giving your boyfriend a hum and a little pat on the thigh you watched him open an eye to look at you. Gently you laid your hand over the one he had resting on the back of your skull and pressed it down into your locks harder. 

Keigo’s blowjob addled brain finally seemed to get what you were suggesting and his smile widened by a mile.

He tightened his hand in your hair pulling slightly as he waited for you to give the go ahead. It took a moment of adjusting position but finally you locked eyes with him and of all the signals you could have given you went with a wink, he almost laughed at the sight of you with his cock in your mouth winking. He didn’t let it stop him though, after all it would be rude to laugh at you when you’d so generously offered your mouth and throat as his person fuck toy.

Dragging you back a few inches till your mouth was half way down his length and then began to shallowly thrust his cock into your mouth. As much as he wanted to go all out and face fuck you till you were gagging he knew he had to build up but it was steadily growling harder to hold back.

“Ah such a good girl sucking my cock like that. You want me to fuck your face?”

Oh how nice that sounded. The thought alone made you moan and your pussy drip. 

“Alright then I can see how bad you want it and you’re being good for me.” The force of his hips increased and the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat making you gag. Even still he held your head in his hands, fingers tangled in your soft locks as he rutted against your face. 

You were enjoying yourself, the feeling of his hot length in your mouth was just so strangely satisfying and each time you pushed his cock to the back of your throat you could nuzzle the little patch of flax color curls above his cock. It tickled the tip of your nose and made you want to giggle at the oddly fun sensation. Not that you could though, giggling was hard to do with penis in your throat, so instead you settled for what might have been a moan.

Hawks wasn’t going to last doing this, it was too good and he couldn’t even remember what the fuck fuck pacing even was. Your mouth was just so wet, warm and wonderful. 

“Ah fuck, fuck! Dove I’m. I’m gonna” It was all he could manage to mumble as you pulled back to the tip and let him feed you his cum. The slightly bitter taste is better than normal and you have to credit it to his better eating habits since you two started dating. 

His wings are jittery and little feathers come loose and flutter to the bedding below. 

“You look happy.” You comment innocently, as though you hadn’t just had his genitals in your mouth. “Well yeah, getting a blowjob from a hot person tends to do that.” You blush and have to laugh. Sexual acts with Keigo were nothing if not fun and you like that no matter what you were doing he always found a way to make you smile.

The two of you took a breather and you got a drink of water.

“Alright, I do believe it is my turn to get a taste of you pretty bird.” You flopped down onto the bed with a nearly comical amount of enthusiasm and huffed lightly when you bounced not once but twice. Your boyfriend was on you in a hot second as soon as you stopped bouncing, your thighs already up on his shoulders, his warm hands holding you firmly in place. A quick flash of pink darted over his beautiful licks and golden eyes surveyed your dripping sex. “Oh wow you’re already so wet. Does sucking me really get you that riled up?”

You shrugged and met his eyes. “Who can say? We might have to test that theory more in the future. You know, just go all in, research style and keep records, eat some snacks while we take notes.”

Keigo hummed and nodded. “Good idea, I like how you think. Oh and while we’re on the topic of snacks,” He paused and pointed one finger at your dripping sex, “are you going to eat that or can I?” You slapped a hand over your mouth as you broke down into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. “Oh my gosh Kei! What even?” You snorted once then twice as you shook from the force of the giggles. He found himself grinning like a fool, God did he love you.

Satisfied with your reaction Keigo immediately set to work as he ran his tongue up your slit, marveling at the taste of your juices. Your hips bucked at the sudden pleasure. He took advantage of your shock and kissed your clit before taking it into his mouth to reacquaint it with his tongue. Your finger snaked through his wheaten tresses, gripping them tightly as you held him against your lower lips. Of course just tasting your outer lips wasn’t enough and he slid his tongue past your labia to massage you quivering inner walls. His focus was set entirely on making you squirm and moan with just his warm generous mouth and boy did he.

The sensation of being eaten out by your boyfriend was akin being electrocuted; but in the best way possible. The man knew what he was doing with that mouth and made it abundantly clear he did by drawing delighted sounds of varying pitches from some place deep inside you. 

His name fell from your own mouth like a prayer as you begged him not to stop or to keep pressing his tongue right there.

You were so very close when pulled away leaving only one finale brief kiss on your woman hood.

“Kei NO! Don’t stop now.”

He chuckled and crawled up your body, trailing kisses along your form till he reached your mouth. The musky flavor of your own sex was pressed into your mouth as he kissed you.

“Sorry Dove. As much as I like watching you squirm from my mouth I get a much better view up here.” 

You grumbled as you gazed up at him. He was so handsome in the light that came in from the window. The sun illuminated him, making his hair look golden and his red wings look divine above you as he rested between your thighs, his hardened length mere inches away from being inside you. You just wanted him to make you cum and as grumpy as his edging made you, it was nowhere near as strong as your need to feel him plow you into the bed. Your arms snaked around his shoulders and your fingers found the base of his wings as you pulled him back in for another kiss. “Alright then bird brain. If you intend to fuck me then fuck me.” It was all he needed to hear and one hand slipped down to position himself at your entrance. 

Keigo didn’t have the biggest dick you’d ever seen but the way he felt inside you was enough proof that size wasn’t everything. You’d never been uncomfortable when Keigo was with you. It was however mind numbingly splendid and you let yourself fall into the pleasure he gave you both gladly and wholeheartedly.

He hissed as he pressed into you, wet as you were your inner walls were tight and warm. Keigo took his time pressing his full length inside you. He enjoyed your soft moans and even more the way you body felt against his. You were practically hugging him and the intimacy of the moment stole his breath. He enjoyed joking around with you during sex and making you laugh, he even liked making you scream profanities or his name in the heat of the moment. However these few quiet seconds before he began to rut into you were his favorite. The softness of your warm breath on his shoulder, the small expectant tug at his feathers, the gentleness of your embrace, he really felt that love was what he was creating with you. In this quiet you weren’t just his girlfriend or partner. You were his mate and he loved you. His cheek brushed against yours and you hugged him tighter, ready for his next move which he would give you,however not before he kissed you softly. Just the faintest brush of his lips, so chaste for an act like this. His cheek came back to your shoulder and he felt so whole as his eyes drifted shut and he pulled out and thrust back in. Pleasure shot through you both and lights exploded behind Keigo’s eyes as he heard you gasp his name. Keigo didn’t bother setting a regulated pace, he let his body work with yours and the result was magic. At some point his hands had come to rest on your lower back and shoulder, returning your embrace as he gasped and panted praise into the side of your neck intermittently broken by a kiss to your throat or jaw. He kept hugging you tighter at every possible opportunity, which was often as the gradually increasing strength of his thrusts shifted you in his hold.

You were fucking interplanetary right now. Sex was pretty good, and with Keigo it was great but this, whatever sudden emotional connection the two of you had going on was other worldly. You had no idea what had happened. Cause you assumed that Keigo was going to fuck you, which was what you usually got, but this? No this wasn’t fucking this was love making, and the difference was night and day. You pulled him closer as he loosened another moan with his thrusts. The coil in your stomach was wound so tight you felt like it could snap at any second now. “Keigo~” Your voice sounded so soft and sweet, full of need but not just for the physical release you desired but for him. 

Without saying anything in return your lover shifted his hips, thrusting harder as he brushed against a sweet spot deep inside you. Your body jolted and your vision danced with little stars. 

You think the sudden increase of noise in the room may have been you crying out for your lover not to stop, to cum with you, inside you, but you weren’t entirely sure. You were sure however of the I love you’s and your actual name as Keigo spilled his seed deep inside you.

Your high lasted what felt like hours as you held your winged boyfriend and kissed him. His hands wandered over you as he continued to tell you how much he loved you. You returned his affection in kind. He kissed tears from your cheeks, you hadn’t realized you’d begun to cry. His wings cocooned you away from the rest of the world as you basked in the world’s best afterglow.

Once you came back to your senses you were dumbfounded. Had all that really just happened? “What was that? I thought you said you were gonna fuck me, not make me experience sex pleasures from the nth dimension.” Keigo laughed tiredly. “I have no idea. I was just so in love with you and felt so connected to you.” You nodded. “Yeah me too. It was the best feeling I think I’ve ever experienced. It was just supposed to be a fun internet trend where I walked in front of you naked and then maybe sex but this was unexpected.”

Keigo listened but as he held you he felt so tired. “Mmm let's talk about it later. I’m tired.”

You yawned and agreed. It could wait till after you napped.

(Hope you enjoy) 

[buckybabybaby]

Birthday Wish

A/n: As promised, Bucky smut to celebrate this blog turning 3 on Wednesday!! And the first time I posted fanfiction! (And me turning 27...)

If you're not over 18 please don't read.

Proof read by way of a text-speech device

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Female) friends to lovers

Word count: 2055

Warnings: 18 + Smut. Thigh ridinggg ;)

Plot: Bucky finds your fan blog, and decides to reward the birthday girl

(I'm posting this in May 2020, so you can imagine you and Bucky are stuck together because you're in quarantine like half the world is atm, but if you're reading this in the future when (hopefully!) we're a bit more free to move just imagine you're on a mission or awaiting rescue or something, and that's why you're together...)

(Part Two)

added in May 2021!

Birthday Masterlist – the other fics I've written on my birthday in the past 3 years are all here

Main Masterlist

*****

 “Y/N? Can I borrow you for a minute?”

This isn't an unusual request from Bucky. Ever since he joined the team, the two of you have spent many hours together, working through one issue or another. Sometimes it'sa trivial problem, like how to use the fancy coffee machine or turn on the gyms sound system, other times its more delicate in its nature, such as helping him catch up on eighty years of rather eventful history, some of which he had an unwilling hand in.

More often than not though, it is to do with the internet, and the endless mess it throws at him. Judging by the laptop resting in front of where he's sat, you're guessing he's found something else to worry about.

“What seems to be the problem, Bucky?” You ask, wandering out of the kitchen and into the living room, taking a seat next to him on the sofa.

“No problem, not right now at least. I just wanted to talk.”

“Oh?”

He nods. “First, close your eyes.”

As instructed, you shut your eyes. Being isolated with Bucky for over a month now, you're so comfortable around him you don't even question his request, somehow knowing that his intentions aren't malicious. It feels like that trust goes both ways, too, as before this forced seclusion together he wouldn't have let you sit any wear near as you are right now.

“I found this in the supply cupboard last time I was using the vacuum. I thought it would be appropriate, given what day it is.”

Blinking your eyes back open as you feel him place something lightly on top of your hair, he smiles softly at you as you reach up to take it off and work out what it is.

“Happy birthday.”

Your gaze, which had been fixed on the sparkly tiara adorned with those two words in silver gems, snaps back up to meet his in shock.

“How-?”

“You think I'd forget?” He laughs kindly. “I was at your party last year.”

“But still, with everything-”

“I know, and I know why you didn't mention it.” He takes the tiara from your grip and replaces it upon your head. “You think just because we can't go out anywhere or see any of your other friends, then its not worth celebrating?”

“Kinda?”

“Doll,” He chides. “We can have fun together can't we?” The air in the room shifts and feels heavier as his fingers linger close to the side of your face, and you don't think it's your imagination that his voice has got deeper. “Isn't this what you wanted? Just you and me?”

“Err?”

He opens his laptop and turns it towards you. “This is the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. I think you'll find this quite interesting.”

Leaning into his space to see the screen, the image in the corner grabs your attention, and when he scrolls further down the page to reveal the whole picture, your body goes rigid with fear.

Bucky is on your blog.

More specifically, your fan blog dedicated to the man sitting next to you, where you've shared every dirty thought you've ever had about him, and had very explicit conversations about what you want him to do to you.

“Recognise this, Y/N?”

Time unfreezes, and as the adrenaline kicks in you stand so quickly you get dizzy, bolting for the front door to escape. Unfortunately your light-headedness makes you slow and Bucky easily catches up before you can get too far. Spinning you back round to face him and walking you half a step backwards to the wall, his hands come up on either side of your head to box you in, and you swallow at the audible 'click' of the lock as he commands the security system to seal you in.

“Where are you off to, sweetheart?”

You can't look at him. Never before have you regretted something more, wished you could turn back the clock, or just simply disappear. Why did you think you could get away with it? There's no one to blame for this situation but you and your stupid arrogance.

“I'm sorry,” You whisper, still avoiding eye contact. “I never meant for you to find that.”

“Clearly,” He says, laughing under his breath until he notices the tears forming. Tilting your head up so your gazes meet, he smiles reassuringly. “Hey, I'm not angry. Or creeped out or disgusted, or anything. I didn't let you know I'd found out to make you cry, especially not on you're birthday. So please don't get upset.”

Wiping at your cheeks gently, he continues to speak calmly. “I may seem clueless when it comes to technology, but I can put my own name into a search engine, and when I found this blog with very specific details about me only someone close would know, it didn't take long to put two and two together. Especially when they'd post about their day, couldn't be a coincidence every time that it was exactly what you'd done too, could it? I've known about this for a while now, if I felt uncomfortable about it I would have said something sooner.”

“Why now?” You whisper, letting one of your hands move up to grip at the hem of his top, a more pleasant sort of internal heat taking over from the shame even as your heart continues to race.

“Thought I'd fulfil that birthday wish you posted about this morning.”

You nearly go limp against the wall behind you at his words, so turned on you can't think straight, tugging sharply on his shirt as he chuckles at your reaction.

“Thought you might like that,” He grins slyly. “There is some absolute filth on that blog of yours, darling. Where's that Y/N been hiding?” Guiding your arms over his shoulder, his mouth presses kisses along the column of your neck. “Some of the things on there I never even knew existed, definitely not things I ever would've imagined you'd be into.”

Bucky pushes he hips into yours, and you gasp at the feel of his erection. “Sweet little innocent Y/N. Not so innocent it seems, hmm?”

Your positively dripping at this point, the ache in between your legs growing with every second Bucky fails to do anything about it.

“And what was it you were talking about earlier, huh?” He teases a hand over your collar bone, where your skin is flushed and hot to the touch. “Thigh riding?”

You whine as he says that, knowing how in-depth you'd gone on that particular post. “Oh yes, Y/N. I know all about how much you love having-”

“I've never actually-” You squeak out, voice breaking at the end as you try to defend yourself.

Most of your blog is just talk, without any real life experience to base it off, but that was what it is there for. An outlet for your frustrations, especially after spending all day with Bucky.

His surprised expression quickly morphs back into lust at your admission. “Never? How about you test it out then, see if it lives ups to the reality?”

You can barely get enough air into your lungs to stay upright, let alone form a reply, but he waits patiently as you process your thoughts.

Pushing all your nerves aside, you nod shyly. “I mean, I don't really know how-”

Grinning at obtaining your consent, he gracefully sweeps you up into his arms. “That's alright, we can figure it out together.”

He's sat back on the sofa before you know it, this time with you on top, his hands resting gently on your sides as you try to work out what you should do.

A light swat to your bottom makes you jump. “Come on, Y/N, don't keep me waiting.”

The slight dominance in his tone has you hurrying to comply, eager to please. Shuffling onto your knees so you can rise up off of his lap and quickly slip off your joggers, you lower yourself back down on to one of his thighs and rest your arms over his shoulder again as you breathe heavily.

Cautiously rolling your hips, the resulting spark of pleasure is a welcome surprise. Even in your lust fogged internet rambling, you had considered how awkward this could be outside of fantasy, but with Bucky its easy. It feels like his thigh was made for this, just the right size between your legs to have you whimpering, seeking out more as his hands on your waist push you to move faster.

“Oh, fuck Bucky,” You moan shakily, finding the perfect rhythm quickly with his help.

He watches open mouthed as you grind on him, pupils blown at the sight. “That's it, good girl. Take what you need.”

You hadn't expected it to feel so good, even though you're still wearing your panties, and Bucky's own trousers are soaked with the evidence of your arousal. Normally you need a lot of stimulation to feel good, a lot of build up to get you anywhere close, and before today you couldn't imagine anything could feel this intense this fast.

Maybe its the days and weeks of confinement that have had you on edge and frustrated constantly, or maybe its just because its Bucky Barnes, but either way, your high is nearing in record time and there's not a thing you can do to stop it.

“Bucky, I'm-”

“I know sweetheart, I've got you. Let go.”

His wish is your command, your body shuddering as you reach your climax, clinging desperately to him as white hot pleasure shoots through you, your toes curling and breath coming in shakily. He helps you through it, moving his thumb to rub circles over your clit just as you're recovering, sending you into another spiral of bliss, his name mumbled quietly as you twitch.

Bucky watches you closely as you come down, your body going floppy in his hold once the ringing in your ears dies down, and then his lips are on yours for the first time, hands cupping your face to keep you close. He can't resist you, not when you're all blissed-out and pliant in his lap.

Nobody could resist you like that.

Too quickly for you to react and return the kiss, he's jolting away, back pressing into the cushions of the sofa as if he's trying to escape.

“Shit, I'm sorry,” He gasps, avoiding your puzzled stare. “I shouldn't have done that, I don't even know if you like me in that way-”

You cut of his panicked rambling by pressing your mouth to his again, not able to kiss him properly as you're still short of breath, just pecking at his lips clumsily in an attempt to convince him of your deep feelings.

In a reversal of roles from earlier, you rest your forehead against his to catch his eye. “Of course I like you outside of... this. I like you a lot Bucky, and I'd like you a lot more if you kissed me again.”

He does just that, sucking gently on your lower lip when he pulls away with a grin. “Would you also like to have dinner with me tonight?” He asks, a little of his confidence back as he anticipates your answer. “I know we can't go out properly, but it could still be a date?”

“I'd love that,” You say, leaning into his chest happily.

He grunts quietly as you shift in his hold, your elation at finally getting everything you want with Bucky making you forget for a second about his own arousal still trapped between your bodies.

Deliberately rocking your hips into his again, his eyes darken at your giggled, “Oops?”

“Little brat. Just because you're wearing that tiara doesn't mean you can act like a princess. Was that not enough to satisfy you?” At the shake of your head, he purses his lips “Well, I'm not that hungry quite yet. I think it would be a good idea to go work up an appetite, and maybe work through your other little fantasies?”

Picking you up and carrying you in the general direction of the bedrooms, Bucky's smirk has you squirming all over again.

“If I remember correctly, there was something on that blog of yours about my face between your thighs.”

******

(Part Two)

A/n: Happy birthday if it is your birthday today!!! all the kissess xxxxxxxx

[thatringboy]

The Day Before Halloween - Supernerds

I had some people ask me how Matrix became a superhero so I decided to write out part of his origin story! Also, last name reveals for Oliver and Matty

Word Count: 2,306

Warnings: Blood mention

Matthew Oeste was a superhero, but not a usual one.

He had no flashy powers, striking physique, booming voice, nothing that would make him stand out. He learned from a young age that firewalls on the internet didn’t apply to him. Passwords? Nonexistent. He had the entire digital world at his fingertips and he could control it all with a thought.

Matthew didn’t ever plan on becoming a hero. He kept his head down, helped his parents around their bodega, got good grades and lived a normal life. He refused to cut his hair when it started growing down his back, went to prom with a pretty girl, got a scholarship for a two year degree at a local university and floated through life without many problems. With his powers, Matthew could easily rise to the top of the advertising and marketing world, being able to monitor trends all across the globe at once.

His parents always told him that the hardest part was not changing things. It was a cheesy line that they had stolen from some superhero movie, but Matthew thought about it often. Every time he checked his phone, he could feel his mind wanting to slip within the cyberspace and roam around, so he learned not to. Even if the digital world was usually much more interesting than his real life.

For the most part, Matthew’s life was also superhero-free. Sure, there was the resident team of superhumans that lived in the city, but the young man was never swept up in a battle that flattened city blocks, he didn’t participate in online forums about which hero was the coolest, he didn’t pay attention to which villains got arrested and which escaped prison. For the most part.

There was one incident in his childhood that always popped up in the back of his mind from time to time. He was either nine or ten, it was October 30th, he had just walked home from fourth grade and was thinking about how Mama and Papai had saved up enough money to get him a brand new superhero costume for Halloween. This year, little Matthew was going as “Cyclone”, the resident leader of the city’s heroes who enforced justice with his magnificent wind powers.

He had skipped into the Oeste’s corner shop with such a wide smile, happy to show his parents how well he had drawn himself in his costume. It was a very excellent stick figure, his teacher had said, the best she had ever seen. He was a little worried about telling his parents about how he broke two hair ties during recess, but he had also found two whole dollars on the street that could go towards paying for more. He was a big boy, a freaking fourth grader already! He could pay for his own dang hair ties!

Matthew had waved to the young cashier who’s name he could never remember and immediately went to the backroom so that he could pull out his drawing and get it ready for presentation.

While he worked on smoothing out the paper on the small plastic table he often did his homework on, Matthew heard a noise from the alleyway outside, the only thing separating him from where the dumpsters sat and the bodega’s backroom being a door that was only locked at night. Matthew got up and balled his small fists before stepping over to the door. He had superpowers, he could fight off whatever raccoon or rat was digging around in the trash no problem! 

Would you want to fight a fourth grader who could change the tv channel with a thought? I didn’t think so.

Matthew slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open before jumping out of the doorway with the scariest face he could put on.

Sitting on the street, curled up next to the dumpster was a boy only a couple years older than Matthew, unkempt hair falling in his face and arms wrapped around his frail form. He looked like he hadn’t eaten in over a week.

The younger boy dropped the hero act and ran to his side with a worried face. “Hey, are you okay?”

The older boy flinched and tried to scoot away from the child approaching him, but just pressed further into the dumpster. His clothing smelled of sewage and he had a blood stain on his cheek. Whether it was his blood or someone else's, Matthew couldn’t tell.

The younger boy thought for a second before digging the two dollars out of his pocket. “Wait here!”

He ran back inside and slapped the crumpled bills onto the bodega counter. “How much food can I buy with this?”

The teenager working the cash register gave the little boy a smile before pointing to a bag of chips on one of the shelves. “Two bucks can get ya one of those.”

It would have to do. Matthew grabbed the back and ran back to the backroom before locating a towel and wetting it in the backroom’s sink. He jogged back outside to see the older boy hadn’t moved at all, his breathing was slow and labored.

“I got you some chips! I would have gotten you some clothes, but mine are all too small for you. Sorry.” He offered the bag to the starving boy.

The older boy snatched it from Matthew’s fingers and tore it open before shoveling the bbq potato chips into his mouth with such ferocity that Matthew was impressed that he didn’t hurt himself.

As he ate, Matthew got a chance to rub the damp towel across his cheek like his own Mama would when he scraped his skin if he fell. The blood came away and luckily, it wasn’t from a wound. Well, lucky for the boy, not for whoever the blood belonged to.

“I’m Matthew, what’s your name? Do you go to school around here? Do you need my Papai to call your’s?”

The older boy didn’t answer him, opting to dig his fingertips into the chip bag to scoop up the crumbs. As Matthew worked, he ended up shifting the old jacket the older boy wore and noticed that he wore a faded orange uniform underneath it. Printed on his breast pocket was a single word and some numbers that Matthew didn’t understand.

[CHAVEZ #10824006]

“Is your name ‘Chavez’? That’s a funny name, my substitute teacher was named Mr. Chavez today, but you two don’t look alike.” Matthew continued to wipe the blood away. He had watched enough Fast N Furious movies with his parents to know that the uniform belonged to a prison, but why would a little boy be wearing one?

Chavez crumbled up the bag and tossed it aside before slowly getting to his feet, his worn sneakers digging into the pavement. He was over a head taller than Matthew when he stood up straight.

“Thank you.” He whispered to Matthew.

The younger boy opened his mouth to say something, but he heard his mother call his name from inside the bodega. 

He spun around and cupped his mouth with his hands. “I’m out here, Mama!”

She appeared in the doorway and looked around the alleyway behind her son. “Meu filho, were you feeding the street animals again?”

“Huh?” Matthew turned around and the older boy was gone, the balled up chip bag discarded on the ground.

Matthew still went trick-or-treating in his new costume after that, but he threw his drawing away and never wore the costume again. For the next week, the little boy had nightmares about the boy named Chavez in the dirty prison uniform, but he could never figure out why. After that day, Matthew stopped paying attention to superhero news, stopped drawing himself as a hero and stopped making up scenarios in his head where he used his powers to throw bad guys in jail. If locking up kids like Chavez was part of the heroing job, then he wanted no part of it.

It wasn’t until he was all grown up, almost twelve full years later, that Matty looked into what happened to Chavez after that fateful meeting behind his bodega. 

He was lounging in bed with Oliver after working out together and neither had the energy to do anything else for the day after they had showered. Oliver was reading a book with half of his body laying against Matty’s, his head leaning against the younger’s shoulder like he was a human pillow.

Matty had his phone in one hand and the other was tangled in Oliver’s hair, slowly petting the supervillain like he was a large dog lying on him.

“Hey, Ollie?”

“Hmm?” Oliver shifted so he could turn his head and look at his lover, setting his book down on his chest.

“What’s your last name?”

The supervillain pressed a small kiss to Matty’s jaw. “Why d’ya need to know?”

“You wanted help in finding what tribe you’re from, right? If I plug your family name into a database then the search could be easier.”

“Aight,” Oliver went back to his original position and pulled his book back up. “Chavez, Oliver Chavez.”

A common name, but it was a start. Matty gripped his phone and shut his eyes, his head falling back onto the pillow as he let his mind sink into the small device. He couldn’t actually see anything in this mode, but Matty could visualize a keyboard and a search engine appearing before him.

He didn’t have to move a muscle before his lover’s name appeared in the search bar and his mind dove deeper into the internet. But before he could move to plant the name into an ancestry tracking site, a news article from twelve years ago caught his interest. Matty willed the article forward to read the title.

NATIVE AMERICAN SUPERHUMAN FOUND GUILTY OF CITY-WIDE BLACKOUT & DEATH OF MAYOR

Oliver Chavez, an undocumented superhuman from the Docks District, has been charged with the murder of the late Mayor Murbenks on Tuesday, October 21st.

The image the article used of Oliver Chavez was hidden under several paragraphs describing how a superhuman with electric powers caused a city-wide power outage during when the old mayor was getting his heart operated on. The picture of the superhuman in question showed that Oliver Chavez was a young boy wearing a scared expression on his eerily familiar face.

The memory of the day behind the bodega flooded into Matty’s mind and jerked him back into his body, the feeling of his lover reading on his chest grounding him when his heart beat faster with the rage boiling inside of him.

Not once did the article mention the boy’s age. All the article spoke about was how the boy used his powers to overload the circuits in the power plants and caused power to go out in the entire city. Oliver Chavez was thirteen and all the article spoke about was that he was a Native American who grew up in the foster system and was from a poorer district of the city.

Matty opened his eyes and leaned over to press a kiss to Oliver’s hair, causing the older man to hum softly as he turned the page of his book. “That was quick, what'd ya find?”

“Found out that I was hungry, that’s what. Mind moving, big guy?”

Oliver grunted and groaned as he sat up, his muscles sore from his work out, but happy to let his partner slide out of bed and make his way to the door.

Matty took his time walking to the lair cafeteria and picking up two backs of bbq potato chips before heading back to Oliver’s bedroom and sliding back into his original spot, smiling when Oliver sat back up to let him back in.

The ex-hero dropped one of the bags onto Oliver’s chest and pulled open his own. “There ya go, Chavez.”

Oliver frowned and moved the bag out of his line of sight. “I didn’t ask for anything.”

Matty sighed and popped a chip into his mouth. “Funny, you didn’t ask for anything the first time I gave you some chips either. You just said ‘thank you’ like a polite little boy.”

The supervillain closed his book and set it aside, sitting up and twisting to make a confused face at his lover. “When did this happen? Am I forgetting something?”

The ex-hero snorted and gave his boyfriend a loving smile. “You don’t remember? Day before Halloween, a little over a decade ago, Chavez No.10824006? A little Portuguese kid giving you some food and cleaning you off?”

Matty watched as Oliver clearly raked his mind for the memory and how his eyes slowly widened in realization. “Holy shit, the little fucker in the stupid jacket was you?!”

“Hey, my Mama got me that jacket!” Matty pouted.

He let out a noise as Oliver’s large arms wrapped around him and he felt the weight of his lover fall on his chest. “Damn, I guess you’ve really been saving me since day fucking one.”

Matty hummed and kissed the top of Oliver’s head again with another smile. “I guess I am. But truth be told, your last name is kinda boring.”

Oliver lifted his head up with a cocked eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm, I think you’d do much better with mine instead.”

It took the supervillain a hot minute to run what Matty had said through his brain. When he did, Matty relished in the way his face burned and how he pushed his face into the ex-hero’s chest with a whine. “Matty-y-y-y, you fucking ughmmnm, that was smooth as hell.”

“I know.” He kissed Oliver’s hair again and attempted to pull his arm out of the embrace so he could grab his chips and pop them into his mouth with a satisfying crunch.