#bios kicking my ass cheeks

[zhounauts]

last time i posted a chapter for one hit is all it takes was sept 5th 💀

bro can someone PLEASE do my bio hw for me i'm suffering

[sunsburns]

need art taking my virginity

oh my gosh whaaaat who said that

oh my gosh now it's writing itself oh noooo stop thisss

but all jokes aside, i know this would take place at stanford. you were strictly friends at the time, in the same bio med class and you were in his dorm room, finishing up the last details on your final project that was due at midnight. the second you turned it in, art practically jumped for joy while you tossed yourself onto his bed, kicking your laptop to the side.

he would offer some celebratory drinks which consisted of a six-pack from the mini fridge before he sat beside you. the both of you clink your glasses together and drink, enjoying the rest of your night together.

after three drinks on an empty stomach, the two of you were moving slower, giggles escaped your lips while art told you a story from when he was in the academy.

holding your half-empty bottle to your chest, you couldn't stop yourself from staring at his lips, the way they turned and moved or how he pouted and frowned. you watched the way they curved when he said your name.

when he reached for your shoulder, you finally looked at him in the way. there was a redness to his cheeks all of a sudden, and a shy smile tugged at his mouth when he looked at you. "i thought i lost you there for a second. am i that boring?"

"what? no. of course not." you blinked at him, a little embarrassed, "sorry, i just... i got distracted."

it was ridiculous how fast the two of you were on each other after that. he took the bottle from your hands and placed it aside, reaching over you as he did so. before he could lean back, you had cupped the back of his neck and kissed him. a quick, tight-lipped kiss to test the waters.

when you pulled away, he stared at you, looked at every detail on your face before he wrapped an arm around you and kissed you harder. a deep kiss that had you shutting your eyes tightly, holding him with both of your hands while he pulled you onto his lap.

when his tongue ran over your lower lip, you grew a little shy but parted them for him anyways. he caressed your cheek as his teeth crashed against yours, his tongue reaching for yours. your lips moved in tandem, slitting against each other with ease.

your tongues flicked playfully against each other. you giggled at the odd sensation, which quickly turned into a moan as he lightly sucked it into his mouth. 

"art..." your moan left him moaning as he deepened the sloppy kiss further.

"i like you," he muttered into your mouth, "like, i really like you." he started to kiss your cheek, then your jaw, mouthed at your neck. "i think you're smart, and really pretty."

"i really... i really like you too," you were blushing, your fingers curled into his hair, pulling slightly when he sucked a bruise into your neck.

art's red tennis polo is the first thing that came off after he gently led your hands to the hem of it. you ran your hands over his chest and that had him sighing against your lips. your shirt is discarded next, and the moment that was gone, art was reaching to cup your breasts, digging under your bra, his warm hands against your skin.

you tried to unbuckle his belt, moaning into his mouth. when he started to tug at your nipples after tossing your bra aside your mind stuttered, "art," you tried to say. "art-"

"yeah?" his big hands were running across your skin, leaving a hot trail behind them. he stopped when they were on your ass, just holding you there while your curled a strand of his hair in your finger.

you could feel his hard dick poking at the inside of your thigh, it made you frown as he looked up at you. his eyes were big and blown wide, darker than you remembered them, lust swirling behind them while he looked at you like you were the embodiment of the sun. you ran your thumb across his lower lip.

"i've never done this before," you whispered.

something softened within him, and he brought one hand up to cup your cheek and bring you closer. when your forehead rested against his, art kissed your cheek sweetly, "that's okay. we can stop if you want-"

"no," you quickly told him. "i want this. with you. i just... i just don't know. i want you to talk me through it."

he nodded, and kissed you again, slow and sweet before he said, "okay, yeah. just relax."

you could have sworn you had turned into nothing but mush in his hands by the time the both of you had stripped yourselves of your clothes. art led you to lay back on the bed, and he made sure to kiss every part of your skin, leaving marks here and there as he learned what made you moan and whimper or what made you arch your back towards him or tug at his hair.

he stayed hovering over you, watching you closely as you mewled under his touch, his fingers sliding in and out of you at a slow, tantalizing pace. his name came out breathless from your mouth, and yours was a restrained grunt at the back of his throat when you tried to palm at his cock.

you could've felt sparks at the ends of your fingers, an impatient turmoil in your stomach. "c'mon art. fuck me already."

he nearly laughed, watching your arch against him when he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you waiting. art shifted one hand holding his weight up beside your head while the other rolled a condom over his dick.

he pressed his tip against your entrance, running circles against your clit with his thumb. when he started to push against the tight ring of your slick cunt, you were letting out a startled whimper.

"fuck, you're so tight." he muttered, dropping his weight against you.

you groaned, "fuck, art. get your fatass off me." you tried to sound annoyed, but your pants and breathly moans told him otherwise.

"shut up, i know you like it." art let out a strangled snort, slowly pushing the rest of himself in. his pace was steady, drawing out every little sound from your wrecked body, unable to hold back any of his own.

the both of you come soon after.

[hihomeghere]

Burning Love | John Marston/Reader

Word Count : 3k Summary : Set in the epilogue of RDR2. You stumble upon John in Blackwater after being alone for years. When he invites you to visit Beecher's Hope, will you be able to fight feelings that have been building ever since you were kids? (No Abigail and Jack, love them but you aren't in this episode) Warnings : Smut, cursing, unprotected piv, hickeys, oral reader receiving, just dirty idiots in love, reader has bio female parts

“John?” The word fell out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. Here you were in Blackwater, a good six or seven years since that no good river boat business, and there in front of you was John Marston.

At least, he looked like him. His head snapped towards you, his dark eyes meeting yours. You swore your heart stopped, you raised your hand to cover it before sliding off of your horse.

“Y/n?” He sounded breathless, a small smile growing on his face as you started running towards him. You threw yourself into his arms, he laughed, spinning you around. “Holy shit it is you.” He said as your feet touched the ground. You looked up at his scarred face, cupping his cheek with your hand.

“John Marston.” You chuckled, unable to stop the grin spreading on your face. Tears welled up in your eyes which you quickly wiped away. God it had been years, ever since… well it had been years.

“It’s good to see you.” You chuckled lightly, punching his shoulder.

“It sure is good to see you, too. What the hell are you doing in Blackwater?”

“Well I don’t rightly know.” You shrugged, shaking your head. “I go wherever the wind takes me and it took me to Blackwater.” You said looking around the dusty street. He grinned, shaking his head slightly. His hair was shorter than before, light stubble covering his face. 

“Well if you don’t have anywhere else to go, would you like to come see Beecher's Hope?” He said with a nervous smile on his face.

“What’s Beecher's Hope?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“It's my place, somehow.” He laughed looking down at his boots.

“John Marston, homeowner?” You laughed, “Course I do!” He looked up at you, your stomach filling with butterflies as that boyish grin crossed his features.

“Well come on then!” He said, walking over to his horse. You followed him out of town, riding close behind him. It didn’t take you very long to make it to Beecher’s Hope. Well he was certainly hopeful to call it his home. It was barely a shack on a good piece of land, that was the best way you could describe it.

“Now I know it don’t look like much now.” He said, hitching up his horse.

“You’d be right.” You teased doing the same. 

“Now who’s there?” A voice called from inside the shack. Was that?

“It’s just me, Uncle.” John called, rolling his eyes. Uncle?

“Uncle! You get your lazy ass out of that shack right now!” You called jogging over to the ‘front door’

“Y/n? Well I’ll be!” Uncle said getting up from inside. You pulled him into a hug, glad to see the old man still kicking.

“Now this is how I should be treated, John, with respect.” Uncle said as he patted your back.

“She just called you a lazy ass!” John groaned.

“What are you doing hanging around this ruffian?” You teased, pulling away from Uncle’s embrace.

“Begged for my help, how could I say no?” Uncle explained, placing a hand over his heart.

“Bullshit! I never asked you for nothing old man.” John scoffed, shaking his head.

“Alright alright, I’m starving from my ride. You got anything I could cook up for us, John?” You asked, setting your hands on your hips. 

“Barely, we could probably hunt down a rabbit or two for dinner.” He sighed.

“Lead the way, cowboy.” You said walking back over to your horse. 

A rabbit or two turned into four between the two of you. Everything turned into a competition, it had been like that since you were kids. Let’s say Uncle wasn’t upset by your catch. You cooked up a nice stew for the boys before settling down for the night by the campfire. It all seemed too good to be true, being back with Uncle and John. You couldn’t lie that your heart skipped a beat every time you caught his eye. The alcohol definitely wasn’t helping with that. 

“It seems like yesterday we were sitting around a campfire just like this, listening to Javier play the guitar. Or having Hosea give us reading lessons.” You sighed bringing your bottle to your lips.

“Yeah, you were such a tattle tale.” John teased, the glow of the fire illuminating his face, casting dark shadows along his scars.

“Was not!” You scoffed, knocking back your drink. He laughed, loud and hearty. Your heart beat wildly in your chest, a blush settling on your cheeks. 

“Yes you were! Would always get me in trouble when I’d sneak off to the horses.” He shook his head a smile tugging on his lips

“That’s because Boadicea was gonna kick your head in one day, I was only looking out for you.” You snorted, nodding to yourself.

“She loved me.”

“You kidding?” You barked out a laugh, “She used to nip at you so hard you’d have teeth marks for weeks!”

“Well not everyone can be princess Van Der Linde.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“You were Dutch’s favorite long before I came around Martson.” You quipped, the alcohol easing the pain of past gang members. You both sat in silence, the crackle from the fire and far off yips from the coyotes the only sound, along with Uncle’s snoring.  

“Shit,” John sighed, “we got into a heap of trouble back then.” He grinned, bringing his bottle to his lips.

“Still do.” You added, leaning over to bump his elbow with your own.

“Still do.” He repeated, a small smile on his face. He looked at you from under the brim of his hat. You felt your face heat up under his gaze, instead of the growing fire.

“Why’d you even buy this land in the first place?” You asked, breaking eye contact as you looked around your makeshift campsite. The shack behind John, if you could even call it that, almost falling apart as Uncle slept. He sighed, staring into the cracking embers.

“Felt like I had something to prove, I guess.” He shrugged, “I never was very smart. Never had anything to my name. I had you at one point and screwed that up too.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“John,” You started, your eyes flickering up from the fire. A blush settling on your cheeks. You two had been sweet on each other before, honestly you had never stopped being sweet on him. But he wasn’t ready for a real relationship, and you deserved better than being drug along for nothing. 

“No,” He stopped you, his hand held up between you two. “You were the only thing that was good in my life and I pissed it away.”

“We were young, and for some reason I’m still following your sorry ass around.” You said, shaking your head. Refusing to meet his eye, you leaned forward with your hands resting on your knees. “You ain’t got nothing to prove, you’re a good man John Marston.” You said sparing him a glance. A soft smile graced his lips before he shook his head.

“Guess you ain’t too bad either, y/n.”

“Well that was never in question.” You said bringing the bottle back up to your lips, John let out a low chuckle. You both stared at the fire, it was easier than looking at each other.

“Will you-“ John started, his lip in between his teeth, “Will you stay with us here?” You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. You looked up, pretending to mull it over.

“Until a better offer comes along.” You shrugged, laughing as John shoved your shoulder.

“Don’t have to be such a smartass.”

“Oh I think I do.” You grinned, raising your bottle. He rolled his eyes, a playful grin on his face. “You’re smiling.”

“Am not.” He said turning away. You shook your head, staring down at the crackling fire. 

“What did you do for all those years, were you alone?” You asked, afraid of his answer. Although you couldn’t blame him if he hadn’t been, many nights you wished you had someone warming your bed, although it was always John you were dreaming of.

“Bounced around, ranch to ranch, just-“ he let out a long sigh, “Just trying to stay out of trouble.” You nodded looking up at him.“What about you?” He said, crossing his arms.

“Nothing really, hung low for a while, a year or two.” You shook your head, you honestly couldn’t remember what it was like in the early days. You had never been on your own before then, not that you could remember at least. “It was hard for a long time, but I had good teachers.” You smiled softly, feeling more melancholy the more you spoke. “Spent some of my time trying to make an honest living but you know how that goes.” You chuckled while taking a long drink from your bottle. 

“You can say that again.” John chuckled, “Did you have any fellas in that time?” He asked, shifting his eyes from the fire to yours. You tried hiding your smirk.

“Nah, none that piqued my interest.” You smirked, unable to keep it at bay.

“Well that’s good to hear.” He chuckled to himself, taking a drink.

“And why is that?” You questioned, cocking your head to the side. Could he feel the same about you? He went silent, lowering his head so his face was covered by the brim of his hat. He let out a dry cough, clearing his throat.

“Oh, well- I just mean-“ He sighed, you giggled softly looking up at him.

“John-“

“I’m a damn fool,” He chuckled, shaking his head, “I finally got you back and I’m too chicken shit to do anything about it.” He said, running a hand down his face. Your heart started to beat faster at his small confession. You set your bottle down, walking over to him. His wide eyes met yours as you sat yourself down on his lap.

“Good thing I ain’t.” You said taking his hat off and setting it to the side. You leaned forward, rubbing your nose against his. Your breaths intermingled as you looked into his eyes. He took the initiative, leaning forward and capturing your lips with his own. His arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer, your clothed core rubbing against his crotch. You felt a moan rumble in his chest before it slipped out his lips. You smirked, your tongue swiping across his lower lip. He eagerly opened his mouth, his own tongue entering your mouth. He tasted like smoke and whisky, an intoxicating combination.

“Darlin, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” He mumbled against your lips, before moving to kiss along your jaw. 

“I know John, god I’ve wanted you for so long.” You breathed, running your fingers through his dark hair. He latched onto your throat, sucking a spot that would definitely bruise. You let out a soft moan, gripping his hair tightly. He thrust his hips upwards against your clothed cunt, causing a higher pitched moan to leave your mouth.

“Shh, don’t want Uncle to hear us.” John said softly, his hands slipping under the hem of your shirt, he rubbed his thumb against your stomach. His movements shot straight to your core. You bit your lip to stop a whine, as you rubbed yourself against his growing bulge.

“Fucking take me and stop teasing.” You growled pulling him up to kiss him. He smirked against your lips, slipping his hands under your ass as he lifted you up in his arms. He walked you over to his tent, setting you down on his bedroll. You made quick work with the buttons on your shirt, working them through the eyelets. You pulled your arms out of your shirt, removing your cotton undershirt. You sneaked a peek at John, who was pushing his pants down. Your eyes raked over his body, his union suit leaving little to the imagination. You pulled off your pants, left only in your bloomers. 

“Fuck darlin.” John whispered his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled you closer to him. He dipped his head to your breast, taking your nipple in his mouth. His other hand kneaded your breast. 

You laid your head back on the bedroll, a soft gasp exiting your mouth. He sat up, sinking his fingers into your bloomers before pulling them down. His finger dipped into your wet folds.

“Mmm,” You moaned, biting down on your lip. He smirked again, pushing his index finger into your warm heat. He pumped it in and out, his eyes never leaving your face as you fought the urge to moan. His thumb rubbed against your clit, making small circles on your nub. He added his middle finger, curling it inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head and the coil inside you tightened. Your nails dug into his arm, as your pussy clenched around his fingers. That familiar wave of bliss washing over you.

“Yeah that's right sweetheart.” John cooed, still pumping his fingers in and out of you. 

“John-“ You breathed pulling him closer, he removed his fingers sucking them clean.

“Yeah sweetheart?” He said as he unbuttoned his union suit. Pulling his arms out, as he pushed it down his thighs. Your eyes raked over his body, scars from bullet wounds and cuts littered his body. Your mouth watered at the sight as your gaze followed the patch of hair from his chest down to his pelvis. 

“Fuck me.” You huffed, propping yourself up on your elbow as your legs fell open.

“Yes ma’am.” He smirked, taking his thick cock in his hand. Pumping it twice before nosing his dick to your opening. He pushed himself into you slowly, a groan working its way out of his chest as he hung his head. “God damn you’re tight.” He hissed, his hands gripping your hips with a vice like grip as he slowly pushed his hips forward. 

“John.” You whined, gripping his forearms as he seated himself in you fully. You had never been so full in your life, he was so deep you swore his tip was kissing your cervix.

“I know darlin-“ He rasped, slowly pulling his hips back before slamming back into you. Your breath knocked out of your chest as he picked up the pace.

“Ah- oh John!” You yelped before his hand covered your mouth. He moved your leg to sit on top of his hips and he leaned forward, resting his forearms next to your head.

“Feel good?” He grunted, squeezing his eyes close as he let out a hissed breath. 

“Fuck- feels so good.” You whispered, tears starting to well up in your eyes. His hips met yours with every thrust, the sound of slapping skin filling the small tent. He grabbed one of your thighs, lifting it up onto his shoulder. You swore you saw stars at the new position. It had been so long since anyone had had you like this, and John was playing your body like a fucking fiddle. Every thrust punched the air out of your lungs as somehow he went deeper. 

“Shit darlin-“ He huffed, his hot breath on your ear as he bent over you, “Squeezing me so good.” He groaned, nipping at your ear.

“Oh- John I-“ You cried, tears slipping down your cheeks. Your toes were curling as the pressure built inside your stomach. 

“You close honey? You gonna come?” He cooed, kissing your neck, one of his hands moved down your body to your already sensitive bud. He flicked it once, maybe twice before your orgasm came crashing down. You mewled, trying to stay quiet as John wiped away your tears.

“That’s it, that’s it.” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he strained his neck up. “Where do you want it?” He said as he sat up, still rutting his cock in and out of you.

“Inside.” You breathed, wrapping your legs around his hips as you pulled him closer.

“Oh- darlin I-“ He let out a low moan as he spilled inside of you, his hips twitching as he pumped his cum inside your heat . You let out a small sigh, letting your body go limp under him. He cradled your head in his hand, kissing you softly as he pulled his cock out of you. He sighed against your lips before laying down beside you. Pulling a blanket over both of your bodies. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him.

“I’m not letting you go this time.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. 

“Good.” You said holding his arm against you, as you drifted off feeling his cum trickle down your thighs.

-

“Jesus what is that mark on your neck?” Uncle said his hand resting on his hip as you blushed from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

“Nothing.” you said quickly, covering your neck with your hand.

“Good lord is that a hickey!” Uncle said recoiling at the sight, “Now who the hell would give you…” He trailed off his gaze shifting to John who was drinking his coffee. 

“What?” John said, lowering the mug, a smug smile plastered on his face.

“Disgusting.” Uncle cringed walking away from the both of you back to the shack. 

“Just had to mark me up, now didn’t you?” You asked, crossing your arms as you looked at John. He smirked shaking his head as he walked over to you 

“You’re mine, everyone should know it.” He shrugged, pulling you into a searing kiss. 

Maybe you could deal with a mark or two. 

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 22: shivering certainty

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @deepperplexity, @smilingformoney

warnings: swearing, mention of death, hans fakes his death

A chill went down my spine as I stood next to the get away car. The boys would be piling into the ambulance by now but all time had stopped as I watched someone fall from the top of the building. My eyes were trained on the body, watching as it landed. Shaking, I climbed into the car and started it up. I dialed the phone as I drove, being careful to stay away from police cars and blockades.

“pick up. Pick up dammit.” I muttered as the phone continued to ring. Hanging up in frustration I tried again. “Hans you fucking ass. Pick up the damn phone. Prove to me it isn’t you. Prove it isn’t you who took a dive.” The ringing continued in my ear as I refused to hang up a second time. “Son of a bitch!” I screamed as I pulled over in front of a hotel. It wasn’t the rendezvous point but I needed a second. I slammed the phone down as tears fell down my cheeks. The radio kicked in as I laid my head on the wheel.

“The hostage situation at nakatomi plaza has finally ended. Police confirmed that the man who fell from the 30th floor was in fact the leader of the situation, Hans Gruber. It is reported that he died from injuries sustained in the fall. Also found dead were a large number of terrorists as well as one of the hostages. Another hostage has reportedly gone into premature labor due to stress she experienced throughout the night. One member of the terrorist group was taken into custody in the parking garage.” The reporter said as I lifted my head.

“Theo.” I whispered, fresh tears streaming down my face. Wiping them away with the back of my hand, I threw the car back into drive and took off down the highway. I passed by nakatomi plaza and saw them loading stretchers covered with sheets into the back of an ambulance. I bit my lip to stop from crying again as I continued to the rendezvous point. There wasn’t any point in going there now but if Theo was in custody, I had to grab the go bags. If there were police there I could keep driving until I reached the final point. I sighed as I noticed a large police presence at the motel we’d picked. Theo hadn’t wasted any time talking. Picking up the phone, I dialed the only other number I had memorized.

“Hans?” My breath hitched as Simon answered the phone.

“sorry Simon.” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “Hans…uh Hans didn’t…”

“shit.” Simon cursed. “Get to the airfield. We’re taking off as soon as you get here.”

“copy.” I said before hanging up. I floored it and made it to the hanger in record time. Slamming on the breaks, the tires squealed as I stopped next to the plane. I got out and grabbed what I could from the car. “Simon! A little help!” I yelled. Simon appeared in the doorway and ran down to grab the rest of the bags.

“but them in the cabin. They’ll never check there should we get stopped.” I nodded as I climbed into the plane. I tossed the bags into the passenger seat before turning around and freezing.

“hello darling.” Hans said, smiling before taking a drink. I blinked at him. “Miss me?”

“Hans? You…but you…fell…” I stammered. “Thirty stories…” Hans came over and hugged me.

“I know sweetheart. I know.” He pressed a kiss to my head. Simon climbed in as Hans led me to a seat.

“you didn’t tell them?” Simon grumbled as he readied the plane for take off. Hans shrugged with a smirk. “Dumbass.”

“And ruin the surprise?” He teased. “Just get us out of here safely baby brother. We have some catching up to do.” Hans said as he led me to the bed in the back of the plane, kissing my head softly as I tried to wrap my head around everything.

“but you died.” I stuttered, looking at Hans. He kissed me softly before gently pushing me on the bed.

“I know darling. It was a decoy.” He soothed, caging me in with another kiss. “Let me prove it to you.” I nodded as I laid back, letting hans climb on top of me as he proved he survived.

[blossom-works]

Mommy and Daddy Bear

"Chris! Claire!" Leon calls out to his friends. They are locked inside two Alcatraz jail cells. The Redfield siblings are pale, gritting their teeth from whatever is hurting them. The DSO agent tries to force the cells open, but they are locked shut.

"Look behind you, Leon." Claires points. Her arm is shaking, but she is determined to make her friend look behind him. Following her finger, Leon spots someone else in the cell behind him. The entire room is dark, so he turns on his flashlight.

"Babe!" Leon drops his flashlight and crawls to your cell. Like the Redflields, you are gritting your teeth in pain. Your skin is pale too. Leon reaches inside the cell to cup your cheek. Through his gloves, Leon can feel your rising temperature.

"What are you doing here? What happened? Where are the kids?"

Drowsy, you try your best to answer him. "They...They're with Helena. Some woman tried to ambush us but I managed to hold her off." Your wheezing worries Leon even more. There are two times Leon has seen you in a similar state. Both were when you gave birth to his children.

"Help! Get us out of here!"

Leon turns around and in Claire's cell is Leon's target.

"Antonia Taylor...I'll deal with your ass later." Screw his mission. His wife is more important than bringing in some rouge scientist. He needs to get his wife home to their kids.

Leon rubs your warm cheek as an act of comfort. "I'm gonna get you out of here, sweetheart. Don't worry."

Suddenly, the lights flicker on. Jill and Leon pull out their guns and point them in opposite directions. The man in charge, Dylan Blake, introduces himself and his insane plan to the entire group. One of his bio-drones stings Leon in the back of his neck, weakening the man. From your line of view, you see the same woman who tried to take your children jump down from the floor above.

"You bitch." You groan out. You wish you had your gun on you so you could shoot the woman between her eyes. The woman disarms your weakened husband and kicks him to your cell. Reaching your hand out, you squeeze Leon's shoulder.

"I get it now. The attack. The virus. You got them from Arias. That's why she's here." Leon wheezes out. The virus is coursing through his veins, slowly shutting his body down.

"Leon," You exhale. "That's her. That the bitch that tried to take the kids."

Dylan's voice echoes the large, empty room. "You killed poor Maria's father. It was only fair for her to take away your family, Leon. Unfortunately, we underestimated your wife's condition. Even at three months post-partum, she was able to put up a fight. Left a bruise or two on Maria. I've got to say my friend, you have yourself quite a catch."

"Screw you, you bastard!"

"My kids and wife are innocent! You had no right to go after them!"

Dylan goes on a tangent about how everything the BOW fighters have fought for was a lie. They are nothing but pawns for powerful people to use. Dylan nit-picks at each of them, even you.

"And poor Mrs. Kennedy...I feel bad for you the most. You married a man who is tied down to his endless, grueling job. He even got your family mixed into his mess. What kind of a man does that to his family?"

You defend your husband through your gritted teeth. "Leon didn't do shit to our family. You're the one who endangered our family, asshole! My husband does everything he can to protect us so kindly fuck off!"

Leon has always questioned his ability to protect his family. He is constantly gone throughout the year and for an unknown amount of time. Your husband tries his best to be there for his kids and for you, but work gets in the way. He even worries about being present in their early lives. Leon does not want to miss out on their important firsts. He never wants to end up as the dad who misses out on his kids' school events, games, and recitals. Dylan is good at hitting a man in his Achilles heel.

Maria grabs onto Jill's hand, making her drop her gun from the pressure she applies. To protect their only chance at survival, Leon pulls out a flash grenade and tosses it in the middle of the hallway. When the flash clears, Maria steps onto Leon's chest. The more pressure she uses, the more her heeled boots dig into his skin.

"Leave them, Maria. They're all about to turn anyway."

Reluctantly, the woman obeys. She haughtily looks down at you who is glaring at her. Cursing the woman for going after your family. Silently proclaiming your revenge.

All week and terrified, Leon does his best to distract you from the pain. "How are the kids?"

"They should be fine. Helena was with me when Maria decided to drop by. She took the kids while I stalled Maria." You grip your side in pain. "Man that bitch packs a mean kick."

"She," Leon groans. "She knew where we lived?" You nod. It astonishes you too. Everything about your family is classified thanks to DSO's protocol. Information about their agents and their families is pretty much untouchable with the exception of a few.

Being the angel she is, Rebecca shows up with her vaccines. "Thank goodness I made an extra." She tries to give Leon the vaccine first, but he rejects it. No way is he going to get better while his wife is still sick. When everyone is vaccinated, you all know the battle is almost over.

Picking up Jill's gun, you turn around to face your husband. "Let's go get that bitch."

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The fight between you, Leon, and Maria is an exhausting one. It takes the two of you a while before your full strength is back. Something must have been injected into Maria because she is what you describe as a "super soldier". Maria is a good fighter, but she fucked with your family. She broke into your home. She tried to go after your precious kids and use them as leverage. The woman fucked with the wrong set of parents. And she put her nasty ass foot on your husband's face! So not cool!

When Leon regains his strength, he double-kicks Maria. His last kick is about to send Maria to her death, but you want to be the one to do it. You take the disheveled Maria and shove her from behind with your foot while bending her body down to a certain level of height. The metal rod sticking out, pierces through Maria's head, killing her instantly. You and Leon have peace of mind knowing that the woman after your family is dead.

Leon drags you away from Maria's body and brings you into his chest. Your hug only lasts a couple of seconds because the control room starts to shake.

"We are so going on vacation after this." You say.

Leon laughs and nods his head in agreement. You guys are definitely booking a trip when you get home. He hopes that Eri will not remember whatever happened in your home. Levi is only a few months old but his sister is two. Leon does not want Maria to be one of Eri's earliest memories. Leon can only hope that your maternal instincts protected Eri from early childhood trauma.

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The fight on Alcatraz Island is over. The six of you sit outside as you wait for backup to arrive.

"Well...I know what I'm taking away from this."

"What's that?" Rebecca asks.

"Prison tours suck." Leon's dorky remark makes everyone laugh. You lightly shove him to the side before he swings his arm around your shoulder. "So, where we goin' for vacation, love?"

"You were serious about that?" Chris asks. Leon announced that he and his family were going on vacation after this mission, but the BSAA operative thought Leon just said that in the heat of the moment.

You hum. "France? I've always wanted to see the Palace of Versailles and I'm sure Eri would love to go to the Disneyland there."

Claire raises her hand like a kid. "OOO! I wanna go too!" As much as she travels because of one thing or another, it is never where she wants to go and do what she wants to do (besides survive of course).

"France sounds good. Jill? Rebecca?"

Jill shrugs her shoulders and Rebecca says that she could use a vacation after this week.

"Wait a damn minute, It's a family vacation. Kennedy only." You slap your husband's arm for being rude to your friends.

"C'mon babe, these guys are practically family. Besides, free babysitters."

Hearing "free babysitters" immediately changes Leon's mind. He loves his children, but having the chance to have their mother to himself is just too good to pass up. Eri is an easy kid to watch, she just needs to work on her potty-training skills. Levi is formula fed so he does not need to be on your boobs every two or three hours. This means that mommy and daddy can have some uninterrupted "mommy and daddy" time.

"Alright, fine but you guys are paying for yourselves."

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Story inspired by "Family Matters" by @not-another-leon-blog

[megamindsecretlair]

Wait For You

Pairing: Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smutm fluff, use of pet names, cursing, fingering, (female receiving) , established relationship, all consensual.

Summary: Daylight savings really kicked your ass. Getting home, Stunna has surprised you with breakfast for dinner and knows exactly what to do to make your night better.

Word Count: 2,092k

A/N: Enjoy another self-indulgent fic. After the BS I just witnessed with Watchman, I had to cleanse my brain with something cute and fluffy. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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Moodboard by the amazing @planetblaque , I love you so much 🥹

As soon as you closed the door behind you, you deflated against the door. Your shoulders sagged and your face dropped to its natural resting state. This daylight savings kicked your natural Black ass but you couldn’t let anyone see you deflate. You had to walk with your shoulders back, with a smile on your face so that you weren’t “threatening”. 

Fuck, you were tired of pretending. Your purse slid off of your shoulders just as the smell of pancakes hit your nose. You inhaled and heaved a sigh, like pushing the day off of your shoulders now that you were home and safe. Safe to be you, the real you.

“Baby?” You called out. You toed off your heels, sighing once more at the cool wood under your bare feet.

Stunna appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, towel slung over his wide shoulder and an apron around his slim waist. He smiled when he saw you, holding a mixing bowl and whisk. 

“I lost track of time. I thought I’d have these ready by the time you got home,” he said.

You threw your purse onto the couch and walked over to him, looking into the bowl. “I would’ve gotten dinner started,” you said. You pecked him on the cheek. Well, he had to lean down for you to do so and it was adorable every time he made the concession for you. 

“I heard how tired you were on the phone,” he said. 

Your heart swelled with love, so thick it made your heart beat double time to keep up. “What am I gon’ do with you?” You asked softly. 

Stunna’s eyes softened and he winked at you. “Why don’t you get out of them clothes. By the time you’re done I should be wrapping up,” he said. He kissed your temple and gestured for you to do as he said. 

“Yes, Sir,” you said, a playful grin hovering on your lips. He gave you a warning look, to not test him. But he only looked more adorable and you were getting a sugar high just being next to him.

You went to your room and shed off your clothes. Shed off the day and the bullshit from work. You hopped in the shower, letting the flaming hot water relax your muscles. You washed up quickly and got out, toweling yourself dry. Took your time with your smell goods. You threw on one of Stunna’s old navy T-shirts and nothing else, not trying to be bothered. 

You padded back into the kitchen just as Stunna flipped a pancake onto a waiting stack. Steam rose from the fluffy pancakes and your mouth watered. He smiled at you and gestured for you to sit, so you did. He took off the apron, back to his gray sweatpants and plum colored shirt.

“What you been up to all day?” You asked.

“Did your honey-do,” he said and chuckled. He loved calling it that, though it was him putting most of the items on it. In between running his empire, he was often home alone and able to pay more attention to things that needed fixing. He wasn’t that handy yet, but he was getting there. 

He brought the stack of pancakes over to you, plus some type of apple butter he found at the store that made you want to marry it. It was smooth and spread perfectly, melting into the bread and infusing it with even more deliciousness. You vowed to learn his secret one day.

He forked over two pancakes for you and four for himself. You got to work cutting it into squares, wiggling in your seat. Stunna chuckled and shook his head. “Tell me about work, baby,” he said. 

You told him. There wasn’t much to tell that you didn’t already recap during your afternoon break. You needed those little fifteen minutes to hear his voice. Sometimes, when you had a really shitty day, you paid particular attention to how he pronounced words. How his mouth moved and tongue rolled to make sounds that any human being could. But none did it like Stunna.

You were addicted to this man. And you weren’t trying to go to rehab. 

He listened to you recount the rest of your day. There was nothing particularly wrong about it. You were just a chronically sleepy baby forced to put on your big girl pants and go to work. You were meant to frolic around in a field, collecting berries, or weaving baskets. None of this daily grind bullshit. 

Stunna listened like it was the first time hearing it. He responded just like any of your friends would. Gasping and shaking his head, offering his two cents where it was warranted. You liked that you could gossip to him and he didn’t pretend to not be interested. He loved the office tea as much as you did.

As you spoke, you dug into his delicious food. It managed to be the right kind of fluffy, the kind that seemed to disappear as soon as it hit your tongue. You made sure to drizzle it with the proper amount of syrup, exactly to your liking. 

Before long, you were yawning and trying to keep up with the conversation. Spring Forward always seemed to attack you personally. Like something was altered in the makeup of your body with the seasonal change. You hated it. Your equilibrium was off. 

Stunna kissed your cheek and collected your plate. You knew better than to argue with the man in his dojo. The kitchen was sacred. Or he was king and the kitchen his castle. Whatever metaphor you settled on suited Stunna just fine. The point was, he was in charge and there was no way you were touching a shiny dish while he was around.

You suspected that he really just had an order to things and didn’t want you to disturb his flow. That was okay. 

Stunna hummed while he washed dishes and you took a moment to watch his broad shoulders work. The muscles in his arms jumping. The way his head tilted to the side sometimes while he focused in on wiping the plates and forks clean. He put the rest of the butter in the fridge and then grabbed your hand.

You smiled at him as he pulled you into a standing position. You whined a bit, feeling like a real baby. You didn’t even want to move. “Just to the bedroom and then you’re free to turn into a potato,” he said. 

“Fine,” you grumbled. He led you into the bedroom and closed the door. He turned on the TV and then discarded his sweats and shirt, leaving him in his briefs that clung to a gorgeous ass and muscular thighs. 

You hummed in appreciation, biting your lip as you watched him move. He grinned, showing off that perfect smile of his. You could live a thousand lifetimes with him and never get sick of appreciating his body. Appreciating him. He was just goodness through and through, until Big Stunna had to come out and be ruthless in the streets.

You were a little nervous to tell him, but that was when you were most attracted to him. When he got that serious look in his eye and handled business like a man. Wasn’t nothing sexier than a man you couldn’t tell what to do. 

He turned on the TV, shaking his head at your obvious ogling. He turned it to one of your favorite mindless programs. One of those shows that you could watch over and over and never get sick of. 

He got into bed first, scooting over to the middle and patted his thighs. “You know you don’t have to,” you said. Today had been shitty, but you knew how he got when he tackled the honey-do. He went after it like everything else he did, with a single minded focus that bordered on obsession. 

“Get yo sexy ass over here, girl,” he said.

You grinned. You didn’t have to be told twice. You hopped into bed on your stomach, sliding your legs over his and scooting backwards until your ass was high in the air in front of his face. You two adjusted yourselves, scooting and moving until you fit better against each other.

He turned the TV higher and handed you a pillow so that you could squish it under your chest. He had a light smattering of hair on his legs and you reached over to kiss his calf. 

“Thank you, baby,” he said. 

His hands moved to the back of your thighs, rubbing deep circles that brought moans to your lips. Your body relaxed inch by inch, melting into his strong, capable hands. Weariness leached out of your bones the more he rubbed on you, hands moving down to your calves.

“Ouuee,” you moaned, as his fingers hit a sensitive spot.

“Can’t be moaning like that,” he said, his slow drawl making you shiver. 

“Why not?” You asked, sleepily. 

“Gon’ fuck around and get this dick. But I know you tired.” It was almost worth it trying to wrestle up the energy to hop on his dick just because you never wanted to go a day without being filled up with him. 

But you didn’t have the energy to keep up with him tonight. One day, you’d have to look up how to increase your stamina that did not involve running. It was the exercise that most worked for your body type and it was the bane of your existence. 

He moved his big hands to your ass and that’s when you really moaned. He worked out kinks you didn’t know were there. You knew you needed to move more often at work, but when you were in the zone, you ignored everything else. Including bodily signals to take breaks and handle business. 

“Ouue, shit,” you moaned. His thumb pressed in one area that was like hitting the jackpot. Your eyes lazily rolled towards the back of your head as he worked out the knot. 

The more his hands moved, the wetter you got. You couldn’t help it. The minute he smiled in your direction, you were wet and willing for whatever he decided to dish out. But it wasn’t really about the sex. It was just him.

He had a type of natural charisma that could sell ice to a polar bear and make it think it got off with a deal. It was intoxicating watching him turn that charm on you with a simple act like making you breakfast for dinner. 

His fingers moved inward, circling just outside of your dripping entrance. “Hm, getting a little excited over here,” he said.

“A little,” you purred. 

“Mhm, I’ll take care of that,” he said. He swiped his fingers through your wetness, continuing to play with you while you watched TV with him. You both talked about the show, arguing the cases for your favorite characters.

He thought you were tripping to like the villain on the show. You thought he was nuts for not liking the villain. Like…how could he not? 

He argued his point of view, listing reasons why the villain was supposed to remain bad and not worthy of love. He continued to play with your pussy, pushing a finger inside of you. You gasped and groaned as he pumped his finger.

You still tried to make him see your side, your point, but hell, when he cheated like that you couldn’t form words. So you simply watched the moving pictures and stopped trying to fight your consciousness. You let it drift away. You let it drift away with Stunna’s fingers pumping into you and then moving out to play with your clit.

You hissed as he made contact, tracing tight little circles that drew whimpering cries from you. You only grew wetter, soaking his fingers without him being inside. 

The orgasm rolled through you gently, like the first break of dawn after a long night. That first crack of light rose over the horizon just as your orgasm rose over you in undulating waves. Your tender moans filled the room as you shook and throbbed. 

Sleep pulled at you as Stunna withdrew his fingers. The wet smacks of his lips as he licked his fingers made your pussy throb. Sleep fought harder. You relented, falling asleep to the feel of Stunna’s hands returning to your ass to work out a few more kinks and his sweet words of love filling your ears.

The end.

There's more Stunna to go around! The Secret Big Stunna Files

[nothoughtsjustfic]

Thinking about: C.SC in lingerie

💭 Who: Choi Seungcheol (Seventeen) x reader 💭 What: Not exactly smut but definitely NSFW/18+. Established relationship. 💭 Wordcount: 0.6k 💭 Warnings: Seungcheol wears female lingerie and it’s wonderful. 💭 Summary: You find out how pretty your boyfriend looks in pink lace. Minors do NOT interact, which means reblogging and/or commenting on this story. I WILL block any account that interacts without an age indicator in their bio. Masterlist

He's so fucking pretty.

That's all you can think as you kneel between your boyfriend's strong legs. You need to tell him; you just have to make sure he knows.

"You're so fucking pretty, Cheol," you exhale, voice thick with arousal.

It makes him squirm slightly and for the embarrassed flush over his pretty cheeks and pretty chest to darken, all cutely shy and pleased. Briefly, you wonder how long it would take for his skin to match the same shade of deep pink as the delicate lace stretched over his skin.

"Y-you really like it?" He asks, anxiously fiddling with the suspender strap attached to the stockings around his thick left thigh. It immediately draws your attention and you can't help but grip the underside of his thigh to lift it and push it out a little, just to watch the elastic of the stockings bite into his skin a little more. "B-babe…"

"Shh, let me enjoy this," you hush, already turning your head to look back at your boyfriend in his scantily dressed glory; wrapped up all pretty and perfect in the lacy pink basque and matching panties set, topped off with simple, sheer white stockings attached to the suspender clips. "Absolutely gorgeous." He makes a shy little whine of a sound and squirms again. "My pretty baby, dressed up just for me, huh?"

"Wouldn't do this for anyone else," he mutters, causing you to remove your interested gaze from where he's been making a conscious effort to keep his right hand in place near his hip and to meet his eyes.

"Just me?"

"Just you." His confirmation makes you smile and he returns it. You can't help but lean over his propped-up position against the pillows, to press your lips to his in a tender kiss.

As you lean back away from his mouth, you tap his right hand pointedly. Yet he keeps it in place and blushes darker while averting his gaze.

"Cheol," you murmur warningly. "Why are you hiding?"

"Embarrassed," he mutters with his pretty pink lips protruding in a pretty little pout.

"About what?" He presses his lips together a little harder, unintentionally making his pout stick out further. "You don't need to be embarrassed baby; you look so pretty for me."

Seungcheol slowly slides his gaze over to peer at you from the corner of his eyes. And then slowly, he slides his hand off of his hip, prompting you to look down and understand.

"Oh," you breathe out, spotting the tear in the material where it's stretched over his hip. The tear is right along the seam and something about it kicks your arousal into overdrive.

"Don't stare," he whines and tries to hide it again but you dart forward to grab his wrist and move it aside. "Ba-baby?"

"Why are you so shy about this, Cheolie?" You hum, reaching out with your free hand to slide the tip of your finger into the rip. Seungcheol's breath catches a little as you tug very slightly on the lace. "Why are you so shy about the fact that your gorgeous ass is big enough to tear these tiny panties?"

Seungcheol gasps when you hook your finger further under the material until the back of your finger is against the crease of his thigh, and then you pull with enough sudden force that the tear audibly expands.

Usually, it's always him ripping lacy lingerie from your body in an animalistic manner with his urge to get to you quicker, but now the roles have been reversed and Seungcheol finds that it turns him on a lot more than he could've ever imagined.

Then and there, as you tear the panties further and further to give you access to the hard, thick prize underneath, Seungcheol makes a plan to buy himself more pretty lingerie in a size too small just so that you'll rip it back off of him.

Don’t forget to reblog if you liked to help spread the story and let others read it too! And don't be shy to leave comments or send an ask so I can see your thoughts 🥺 💖

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Special tag for @svtiddiess! Hope you like it babie hehe 💗

[madhatterbri]

Second Chance | Hook Part 5

Summary: The aftermath of Anna Jay's confession.

Author's Note: The next one will be longer. I got three Hook drafts and trying to clear out the rest of my drafts. 🤭

@99hook

The sound of constant notifications plagued your life ever since the segment aired on live television. Family, friends, even keyboard warriors had opinions on your broken relationship. The comments were pretty much the same on your Instagram and X account.

Let's bffr. Y/n is a baddy. She gonna whoop her ass.

Hook > Jack all day bay bay.

Getting her heart broken by a man named Jungle Boy lmfaoooo. Sad.

Seriously tho Anna is fine af.

Hook wouldn't have done this.

The empire you built to keep your life private crumbled at your feet. In the dust laid a broken you. The Internet knew that you were in a relationship with Jack Perry. Your Instagram bio had the date you two started dating and the initials JP next to it. Your profile was filled with pictures of the two of you together. Nothing scandalous of course. Just pictures of the two of you during random events.

There was no indication or mention of any problems in the relationship. Just pictures of a young, happy couple. No matter how much you wanted to portray a happy couple you couldn't. As you looked through the pictures now, you could see the cracks in the relationship. His smile seemed less authentic in the most recent pictures. The genuine happiness stopped just under his eyes.

The worst part was yet to come. Your boss, Tony, loved the possibility of this being a storyline. Your life falling apart was now going to be viewed by thousands of people. Tony assured you he wouldn't have asked if it wasn't for the good of the company. He couldn't believe all the interaction his precious wrestling company was getting.

For now Tony gave you time off to collect yourself. Now you were sitting on the couch in the comfort of your apartment. This was a safe place. No harm could come to you here. The walls were your protection from the outside world.

You hadn't reached out to Jack. Fighting over text message or a phone call wouldn't do for you. Now you were too hurt by Anna to even think about Jack. You would kick his ass one day but now your eyes were set on Anna.

A notification popped up on your phone. Someone left a comment on a picture on IG. You knew you should ignore it. The picture next to the comment looked different than all the others. You clicked on the comment and sighed.

It was over the holidays when you were still with Hook. He surprised you with a romantic getaway. The two of you were so happy. You sighed and placed your head in your hand. A single tear slid down your cheek. This was the trip you two first started talking about forever.

You dropped your phone on the floor and reached for the beer bottle on your table. The contents of the bottle quickly disappeared inside of you. You laid on the couch and cried falling into another exhaustion filled sleep.

[xerith-42]

blazeron anon :3 i'm getting really excited and desperate (i swear i have a life outside of this im just autistic) so can i pretty please have a blurb to stave off my hunger :3

I'm so sorry it's been so long (real life has been kicking my ass), I promise I'm not trying to starve you I'm just insane about them.

Little blurb for you under the cut, as a treat

"Hello?" His voice was quieter than usual, making Aaron turn on speaker phone. That let him get a closer listen to the background noise of wherever Blaze was. Was that… a tv show? Video game maybe? "Aaron?"

"H-hey!" Aaron's voice came out with a slight crack. Heat traveled from his chest up his neck and to his cheeks. "Hey, uhh, what's going on?"

"Not much." Blaze shifted, likely changing wherever his phone was sitting. "What's up with you?"

"Oh. I uh…" Aaron swallowed, suddenly feeling clammy. His mouth was dry and his fingers started to tire of their endless movement, as if using the last of the energy he had to keep him together had taken a toll on them. "I'm just having a rough night." There was a shout in the background of Blaze's audio, which he could hear Blaze curse under his breath about. "B-But if you're busy--"

"I'm not," Blaze interrupted, his voice more confident than usual. "Just hanging out with the same losers I spend every Friday night with. I'd much rather talk to you." Aaron's heart beat louder and his cheeks flushed but this time it wasn't because of shame or worry, it was because of… flattery? Sincerity? Something about how simply Blaze said it made Aaron's brain start swirling in a completely different direction, one he had to rein himself in from. Blaze didn't mean it like that. It's just because they haven't talked in a while.

"Are you sure? I don't want to--" There was some shuffling, followed by silence, followed by the sound of a door sliding shut. There was more shuffling, some stuff being placed on a table, before Blaze spoke again.

"There. We have some privacy now."

"Where are you?"

"Hanging out at my buddy Dave's house. He and one of his friends get together to smoke weed and play video games every Friday instead of doing anything productive."

"That's not what you do every night anyways?" Blaze laughed a little, the sound of something being pushed making Aaron guess he was getting comfortable on whatever outdoor porch he was on. He decided to do the same, grabbing his blanket and getting comfortable as Blaze answered.

"Not every night. If I know I get Friday night, then I have to be productive in the days before it. Gives me some routine."

"Classes aren't enough for that?"

"Most of my classes are online."

"Why?"

"I don't really do well sitting still for that long." Aaron faintly thought back to his first semester. He did have a harder time focusing than in high school, but he always attributed that to his paranoia. He didn't think it was an issue with the classes themselves. "Only one I go to in person consistently is my biology class."

"I thought you wanted to take intro botany?"

"Yeah, but you have to have taken the bio class to get into botany."

"That's dumb."

"That's what I said!" There was a pause, and Aaron once more took the chance to get even more comfortable, this time turning his pillow over and grabbing another one he liked to hold when he slept. For now he held it to his chest, legs curled in and face snuggled into his pillow, where his phone was on the other end of it. He heard Blaze blowing out smoke, followed by coughing.

"What are you smoking?"

"Weed?"

"I mean like, what are you smoking out of?"

"Just my travel hitter. It's a tiny pipe with barely enough to pack a solid hit in."

"Do you like smoking it?"

"Not really, but it's what I've got here."

"If we were gonna smoke together, what would you start with?" Blaze paused, coughing a few more times as he thought.

"Probably my bong, but I'd pack it with weak stuff. And I wouldn't let you take too hard of rips."

"You think I can't handle my smoke?"

"Yeah, actually. I don't think you've ever smoke anything in your life." Aaron chuckled a little.

"You're right about that."

[rose-pearls]

Hiii! I have more thoughts about Kazansky- Mitchell so buckle in..

1) she is definitely Ice’s female mini, even facial expressions it’s insane. Maverick has seen them having silent conversations in the living room.

2) I feel like little kazanksy-Mitchell was the perfect student, good grades, perfect attendance. Growing up with two days was different, Y/n didn’t care because she loved them no matter what(I’m thinking she’s 11-13 in this part). So some kid is being homophobic, Bradley tells him to knock it off. Of course the kid laughs and keeps on.

So little K-M finally has enough and beats this kid up and I feel like she has blind anger. It’s at school so kids are cheering and laughing because the school bully is getting his ass kicked by little miss perfect. Of course Bradley sees teachers and tried to get her off of the bully but she accidentally head butts him. Eventually the football coach gets Y/n off, drags her to the principal and her fathers are called. Maverick is in shock that his little princess is even the office, he thought the call was over Bradley. To his shock Y/n is sitting outside the office with a busted lip and tear stained cheeks. She knew Ice would be furious she got into trouble for fighting. Maverick was the only one that could get there to her. After the principal talks to Mav. Maverick takes y/n with him leaving Bradley at school for the day. She thinks he’s gonna be mad and yell at her. But he takes her for ice cream and finds out why she fought. He is honored that his 11 year old daughter defended his and Ice’s relationship but they were in the military they had heard some shitty stuff they just ignored it.

3) I feel Ice reads when he’s not working, every night he has his glasses on with Maverick or Y/n perched on the side of the chair. Y/n used to crawl into Ice’s lap and let him read a f-18 manual to her. Maverick took a picture of them cuddled up reading. He keeps it in his wallet

4) despite Maverick not being Y/n’s bio dad, he loves her like she is own which she is legally. Y/n was ices mini me so she would shake her head at Maverick when he did something stupid. But she remembers when he she crawled into his bed one night after a thunderstorm. Y/n was about 6, Ice was on leave, it was a bad storm. After thunder woke her out of her sleep she grabbed her stuffed dragon, Ser Lance a lot and tapped Mav’s face. Mav woke up seeing the tiny blond at his side of the bed trying not to cry. Soon Y/n was holding on to Mav’s neck and not Ser lance. Maverick woke up soon as the clock hit 4am the navy had altered his natural alarm clock. He was so happy Y/n wanted him to comfort her last night, he knew it was probably hard having two dads that were always gone.

4) Bradley and Y/n are extremely close and have been siblings forever it seems like. I’m time jumping a little, they’re at Top Gun and Hangman is being Hangman. Y/n didn’t like him the day she met him up probably because they both wanted to be on top. She gives him hell after he is snotty to Bradley, he has asked her out so many times already. Deep down Hangman knows Y/n would kill him in heartbeat. Bradley is protective of her she is like a sister to him, his best friend. He always knew about her boyfriends before she brought them home. Always blurted out she was seeing someone.

I can’t wait for more baby Icemav content from you 🩷🩷

Omg you don't know how happy your message made me, it made my entire week!!!

I love every single thought you have written about the little family and if you don't mind I will absolutely use it in the story!! If you have anymore thoughts please tell them they are so incredible and I love reading them <33

It's funny because I had planned to make story line with Hangman and her but it wasn't the one you talked about at first but I could integrate it. It would make sense with her sibling relation with Bradley! But more on Hangman's story later...

And there will definitely be more baby Iceman content and the backstory of how little y/n came into their lives!

Once again thank you for the message I think I read it ten times and couldn't stop smiling at the thoughts you had written!

[cryspill032021]

Bio Business

“Honey?” I hear you yell from the bedroom.

“Yes? I’m in the kitchen.” I yell back, as I flip a pancake over before it burns.

You come skipping in, grabbing me from behind and kissing my neck. “Smells good. The food does too.”

I giggle. “You’re sweet. Come. Breakfast is served.” I say as I turn off the stove and put a plate of cakes on the table.

We sat talking about our plans for the day, laughing and touching each other. Not taking our eyes off each other.

“So pasta for dinner? You pick up the wine.” I say, as I do the little bit of dishes and you dry them and put them away.

“I was thinking, skipping dinner and going straight for dessert” You nuzzle my neck.

“You sly dog. No! I’m making dinner and dessert.” I playfully push you away.

“You do that, my love. I gotta get going. I’ll see you tonight. I love you.” You grab me up and kiss me deeply.

I hold you to me as you grab my ass to lift me up closer to you, breasts pressed against your chest.

“You gotta go!” I laugh, breaking the kiss.

“Fuck work!” You say, getting your phone out and dialing a number.

“Yeah. John? I’m not coming in. I don’t care if the meeting is today. I’m the boss. Postpone it! Okay. Bye.” You hang up, tossing the phone on the counter, and picking me up over your shoulder.

“You can’t keep doing that.” I giggle, playfully kicking my legs.

You spank me lightly, laughing at my statement. “I can do whatever I want. It’s my business. They’ll be fine for a day or two.” You say, tossing me on our bed, leaning over me.

“Mmmm. You know I can’t resist your business talk.” I moan, wrapping my hands around your neck, bringing your face closer to mine, where our lips lock, tongues dancing the tango with each other, as your hands are physically ripping my dress off me.

“I need you in the flesh. Now!” You growl, finally getting every strand of thread off my body.

As I lay there in the nude, you marvel over my glistening body, as I see the lust build behind your fiery red eyes.

“Come, my love. I’m yours.” I whisper, reaching for you.

“Turn over, show me your holes, please?” You hiss, drooling.

I get up and turn on my knees. Bending over and spreading my ass cheeks, showing you my two moist holes. “Yes, Master.” I moan.

I instantly feel your breath on my soaked pussy lips. I shiver as I feel your tongue lick me from my clit to my aching pucker.

“My pet is ready for me, isn’t she?” You growl into my ear.

“Yes, Master.” I moan, waiting for you to touch me again.

And then you do, smacking my ass cheek with so much force I fall to the bed.

“Up, Bitch.” You yell at me. “Get up and face me, You Whore.”

I get up and sit, with my arms behind me, chest out, back straight.

“Good girl.” You whisper, lightly running your finger tips over my face.

“Yes, Master.” I say, not looking anywhere but forward.

“Now, what did you say to me just before we entered the threshold of this room?” You asked, getting on the bed behind me, putting your hand lightly around my throat.

“That you can’t keep ditching work, sir.” I say confidently.

“And should you be telling me what to do when it comes to my business?” You ask, starting to squeeze your hand slightly.

“No, sir. I’m sorry, sir” I whisper, swallowing hard against your hand.

“Are you scared right now?” I feel your breath against my ear, making me shiver.

“No, sir. I trust you, full heartedly.” I turn my head to kiss you.

You kiss me in earnest, shoving your tongue so deep in my throat, you feel my uvula.

“Good girl.” You break the kiss, leaving me breathless. You get up, slowly taking off your pants, letting your hard cock bounce out in front of me.

“May I?” I look at you, excitedly.

“Open your mouth, Pet.” You say, snaking your hand in my hair in the back of my head.

As I open my mouth, you shove your cock deep in my throat, holding me still until I tap you for air.

“That’s my good girl. Take this cock deep inside your dirty mouth.” You say shoving yourself back in my mouth, slowly face fucking me wet face hole.

“Your mouth feels so good, baby. Tight, and you’re sucking so nice. Your tongue playing with my balls when I go balls deep, feels so sensational.” You moan as you continue to pump into my face.

“You’re so good at this. I’m going to cum so deep inside your throat.” You start going faster, fisting my hair.

“Look at me while you feel my cum flow into your mouth and down your throat.” You lift my head for my eyes to meet yours, tears running down my cheeks

“Here I cum, baby!” You yell, cumming hard and alot into my mouth, overflowing my throat.

Trying to swallow it all, you pull out of my throat still hard.

“Such a precious girl. I’m not done with you.” You growl, wiping his cum off my chin, bringing to my lips, watching me lick it off your finger.

I nod, getting on all fours, breathing hard.

“Be my good girl?” You ask, getting behind me, pressing your cock against my pucker.

“Please, no.” I beg, playfully. Knowing well that you love when I beg you not to do something for you to force it.

“Too bad.” You say as you force your tip in the hole and I hiss in pain.

“Thank you.” I say, as you shove your full cock inside my ass, pulling me up by my hair to whisper in my ear.

“Are you happy, my love?” I nod.

“You feel me deep in your ass? How’s the feeling?” You ask, pulling my hair more.

“It feels filling. Like I ate a full dinner and then some.” I moan as you thrust inside me, making yourself go deeper.

“Good. Now let me fuck your ass until I cum again. Cum as much as you’d like. You deserve it.” You let me go, and I fall back to all fours.

You start to jackhammer my ass, making me cum over and over again and again. Making me scream to the heavens.

“Let me cum in your pussy baby.” You say out of lust. And I nod, not thinking.

You slide into my pussy raw, and you grab my hips, making me scream even louder, making us both cum hard.

I fell to the bed, and you fell next to me, when it clicked in my head.

“You came inside my pussy…” I say, breathing hard.

“Yeah?” You ask, looking at me. “What's so wrong about it?”

“I could get pregnant!” I laugh.

“And? That’s bad, why?” You ask, looking at me questioningly.

I get up and get a sheet of paper out of the bed side table.

“I got us a DNA test.” I hand you the papers.

You look at them. And you go white, looking at me

“You’re fucking kidding me? After all this time?” You ask, sitting up.

“How long? How long have you known?” You ask, putting the papers down on the bed.

“I just found out this morning. I was making dinner tonight to tell you. But then this happened.” I say, shrugging.

“This is bad.” You say, putting your hands on your face.

“How is that bad? So what? We’ve been married for ten years! Are we going to let this ruin ten years of marriage?” I am starting to get mad.

“No. Not that, sweetheart. It’s bad Because I’m more in love with you now than I have ever been. I don’t care if we are biologically brother and sister. I love you.” You kiss me deeply, and we lay there talking about our memories and the future.

[springfelt]

ʚ ˚      “   honestly,   it's   a   bit   embarrassing.   ”   rarely   finds   herself   in   situations   such   as   this.   chasing   after   objects   of   her   affections   like   some   kind   of   lovesick   canine   with   hearts   where   her   pupils   should   be.   doll   grew   accustomed   to   being   a   magnetic   force   that   drew   suitors   to   her   because   it   cut   out   more   than   half   of   the   hard   work   put   into   wooing   someone.   “   you   can't   laugh.   if   i   hear   even   a   snicker   under   your   breath   i'm   going   to   keel   over   and   die.   ”   index   finger   poking   one   of   the   arms   firmly   circling   her.   theatrical   flair   behind   syllables   probably   makes   possibility   of   best   friend   wanting   to   hoot   with   laughter   increase   tenfold,   but   faith   still   remains.   “   his   name   is   jisoo,   i   sit   next   to   him   in   my   bio   lab.   i   nearly   faceplanted   on   the   first   day   because   my   shoes   weren't   very   compatiable   with   the   floor   or   something.   ”   apples   of   cheeks   reddening   as   she   recalls   the   events.   “   but   him   and   his   friends   were   talking   about   going   to   the   arcade   again   this   weekend   so   he   can   kick   their   ass   at   some   game.   i'm afraid i   only   know   how   to   play   air   hockey.   ”

༊⋆｡˚                       something definitely going on here as she folded her arms over her chest and glared at her bestie —- wasn’t falling for it in the slightest . had been caught out one too many times and a lot of it .. she did to others . can’t fool the fool , some may say . the cuteness was endearing , the true epitome of her downfall . ❛ favourite person , huh ? ❜ entangled arms an ample opportunity to pull her a little closer under tight grasp , ❛ spill the tea first .. ❜ was a sucker for a romance story . sparkles s h i m m e r i n g within those doe like hues of hers as she tilted her head to the side . ❛ i need all the deets before gaming 101 starts ! ❜

[airbendertendou]

you right! ♡ murayama yoshiki

synopsis : patching up murayama after a fight is a normal thing. what isn’t normal, however, is how tense and worried he seemed after a particular fight. and after witnessing his odd fighting techniques — you aren’t sure if you’ll remain just friends.

content warnings ; mentions of injuries, cussing, murayama “”teaching”” you how to fight, a lil kiss kiss scene

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"You know, I'm a little tired of doing this." You didn't meet his gaze as you swiped the peroxide soaked cotton ball over his wounds. Wincing, Murayama only frowned at you. "Not even getting paid or anything."

His frown deepened, "you do it because you care about me and don't want to see me hurt."

"Sure, let's go with that."

"Y/N."

"Kidding, I'm kidding, 'Yama," you grinned at him. Covering the deeper scratches with cute band-aids, you gave him a once over before nodding in satisfaction. "'Kay, you're all done."

Murayama held the frown on his face, occasionally clenching his jaw as he looked you over. It made you tilt your head in confusion — just what was going on through his head? Licking your lips, you spoke up. "What's up?"

"Nothin'," he shook his head. Looking down, he adjusted his posture so that his elbows were on his knees, hands clenched together between them. Always a man-spreader, you thought in amusement. He caught your eyes once more.

"Seriously," you studied him, lips tilted down. "You've never been like this the other times I patched you up. What's so different about today?"

"I was worried about you."

"Me? You're the one who gets into fights, 'Yama."

Looking at you again, Murayama sighed. Slapping his thighs with his hands, he straightened up to meet your gaze head on. "...He was talking about you."

Titling your head again, you puffed up your cheeks. "What about me?"

"Sayin' stuff about how weak you look," he shrugged. His tone was calm, but his eyes were unfocused and his fists were clenching again as he held back his anger. "Saw you with us one day and I guess he decided you'd be a target. Couldn't find you today, though, so he just talked shit instead."

You snorted, hand covering your mouth in order to muffle your laughter. "He sounds like an idiot — complete worm for brains."

Murayama let out an exasperated sigh, his head falling into his hands. "Y/N, I'm being serious."

"So am I!" You grinned at his disgruntled figure. Raking a hand through his wavy locks, your smile softened into something sweeter — something more understanding. "I doubt I'll ever cross paths with anyone so mean and scary without my personal bodyguards, anyways."

His head shot up so he could glare at you. "Your friends — 'm your best friend, not a bodyguard."

"Yeah, yeah," you rolled your eyes. Giving his hair one last ruffle, you placed a convincing smile on your face. "I'll be okay, 'Yama. Always am."

"Still," he chewed on his bottom lip. Grabbing your hand, he placed it back on his head so that you'd have to give his messy strands more love. "Would feel better if you knew how to defend yourself better."

Humming, you twirled his hair as you thought his words over. It would be helpful to learn more than a few basics — Todoroki wasn't a patient teacher, after all, and he'd only taught you how to throw a proper punch before giving up. "How about this — after you heal a little more you can teach me a few tricks. Deal?"

Grinning wickedly, Murayama grabbed your hand again to place a kiss on your wrist. "'M gonna kick your ass, Y/N — be ready."

—— ♥︎ ——

Sweating — it'd only been ten minutes at most and your figure was already damp with sweat. Huffing and puffing, you held out a finger, signaling for Murayama to give you a minute. Letting out a loud cackle, he bounced in place as you caught your breath.

"Good to go?" He questioned as you straightened up. Nodding with a gulp, Murayama was on you before you could finish your thought. With a squeak, you ducked so that the boy flew over you. "No fair, Y/N!"

Murayama quickly fixed himself, turning and charging at you once more. Hands flew as you defended yourself against him to the best of your ability, small shrieks leaving you lips accompanied with Murayama's giggles. Knocking you onto the mat below you, he grinned, satisfied that he had you down again.

You didn't think before your legs latched into Murayama's, bringing him down onto his knees. Adjusting so you were comfortable, one leg ended up perched against his hip while the other bent around his thigh.

Clueless on what to do with your hands, they laid on the floor uselessly. You pursed your lips, tilting your head before looking up at the curly haired boy. "Now what?" He only blinked down at you. "'Yama? What do I do with my hands now?"

Something hazed over his eyes, clouding his thoughts and drifting him away from what he was doing. Fighting — Murayama was supposed to be teaching you how to defend yourself. Now, however — now all he could do is stare at your lips.

One bruised hand clutched at your knee, the other settling on your stomach. Murayama could only peer down at you in a daze, mind wandering and thoughts pushing against each other. His left hand drifted up your torso before it stopped at your neck, fingers cupping around the back of your head. A swift move of his thumb was all it took for your chin to be pointed to the ceiling.

"This doesn't feel like you're teaching me anything, you know." You gulped, hoping your voice came off playfully and not as shaky as you felt. He only blinked again, gazing down at you before slowly leaning forward. You tried one more time, "Murayama?"

His lips pushed into yours without another thought. Colliding and pulling away before they hit again and again and again. At this point, you were struggling to breathe, only small gasps being let out.

A strained laugh escaped your lips as Murayama pulled back only slightly. "S'not a fighting technique, 'Yama."

Pulling back a little further, his eyes met yours as he looked for reassurance. He bit his lip, "wanna stop?"

You shook your head with a grin, a hand coming to cup his cheek. "Nuh uh." Without another word you pulled him back down, his answering smile clashing with yours.

His thumb was still on your chin — something you only noticed when he tugged on it. Following his silent instructions, you opened your mouth wider so he could delve further into you. Hands tangled themselves into his hair now, hoping and wanting to bring him closer.

Taking a breath, your voice throaty and gasping as you tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear. "Think you've been upgraded from a bodyguard."

"Y/N," exasperated, Murayama made a show of rolling his eyes at you. Flopping so that his full weight was on you now, he stuffed his face into your neck, placing a kiss or two there. "Not your damn bodyguard."

"Knight in shining armor?"

"Boyfriend — 'm your boyfriend, you asshole." Pulling back from your neck, he pouts before kissing your nose. Putting your foreheads together, he let out a sigh of content.

Deciding to keep teasing him, you hummed before locking your arms behind his neck. "Who said you were my boyfriend, huh?"

"Y/N!"

"Kidding! Completely kidding, 'Yama."

—— ♥︎ —— dedicated to my fave murayama simps, @star2fishmeg​ & @straysugzhpe​ <3 thank you for reading, ♥︎

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[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @stark-ironman

AN: happy 77th birthday John larroquette! its been a hot minute. hope you all are enjoying the new season and the new updates of Old Enough.

Tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @stark-ironman, @plush4bunny

warnings: swearing, thigh riding, sex, reader is genderfluid and pregnant, lingerie

Dan smiled at me as we entered our apartment. Abby had finally let us leave the impromptu party he threw for Dan. He had sagged in the car when he realized that he didn't have to pretend like he was having fun anymore. I smiled back at him as I grabbed his lapel and pulled him against me, my back hitting the wall as I kissed him deeply.

"How would you like your birthday present now?" I asked. Dan raked his eyes over me as he nodded, licking his lips as his hands dipped lower on my waist. "Go sit on the couch and I'll be with you in a minute." He smiled at me before pecking my lips quickly. I smiled and shook my head as he hurried to the couch. Walking over once he was settled, I ran my hand along his shoulders. "You know, you gave me a show once. I think its time I returned the favor." Dan nearly groaned as his head rolled back.

"Yes dear. Please." He whined, eyes slightly glazed over. "I'd really appreciate it." I nodded as I leaned over the back of the couch to kiss him.

"What's rule number one?" I asked. Dan smiled.

"No touching the merchandise." He said, moving to sit on his hands.

"Exactly." I said, grabbing his wrists. Dan gulped as he looked at me. "Which means, we're going to test your restraint tonight my boy." I leaned in close and Dan sighed as he nodded. "Good boy." Dan's cheeks turned pink as I pulled away. He set his hands on the couch next to his thighs as he watched me. "Rule number two?"

"I only cum when you say I can." He responded. I nodded. "And rule number three is safe word when I need it." I nodded, a proud smile on my face.

"Very good boy." I said, unbuttoning my dress shirt. Dan's eyes followed my hands as the shirt fell open. He sucked in a breath realizing what was under the shirt. The lace crisscrossed over my chest, wrapping around my ribs and growing stomach. I could hear Dan's breath hitch as I discarded the shirt. I carefully walked over and turned around. I glanced behind me and saw Dan clutching at his pant leg. "Doing alright there?" I asked, an amused smile on my lips. Dan nodded, taking a deep breathe as his eyes watched my ass. I shook it and he jumped, realizing he was caught.

"Yeah." He breathed out before coughing and trying again. "Yeah I'm fine." I could see his dick straining against his dress pants as his eyes fell to my ass again. Bending over, I pulled off my socks before tossing them across the room. I stood back up before turning around and undoing my pants. Pushing them down, I made sure to get my face as close to Dan's lap as I could while still looking up at him. I kicked my pants to the side before moving to push his legs apart. Dan gulped again as he got a good look at my chest. "This...this new?" He asked, voice cracking as his cheeks heated up.

"Yeah. Bought it just for you." I said, making sure I leaned closer to him. "Like it?" Dan nodded frantically.

"I love it." He said. I ran a hand over my body, spending a little extra time on my stomach. Dan let go of his pants as I moved closer to his leg. "Still hard to believe..." He watched as I rubbed my stomach, a small smile growing on his face. I nodded.

"Yeah." I agreed. I straddled his thigh and made sure I was stable before looking up at him. "Last birthday before the little one joins us. Might as well make the best of it." I smirked at him before grinding my hips down on his leg. Dan groaned at the sight, fingers twitching as he tried to find something to cling to. "Gonna ruin this suit." I breathed out as I grabbed his shoulders. "Make sure even if you get the stain out, you never forget this." Dan nodded as he watched me grind on his thigh.

"Fuck." He breathed out, dick straining against his pants. I watched as it twitched, moaning as I started to circle my hips. "Dear..." He breathed out.

"Dan." My voice turned into a high pitch whine as I panted. Gripping the suit jacket, I sped up my movements. "Making me feel so good. Letting me use you. Good boy. Fuck. The best boy." I ground on him as fast as I could, a hand on my stomach as I felt my orgasm fast approaching. Dan moaned as he watched me, eyes glued to my chest and stomach. "Dan. Fuck. Fuck. Reinhold!" I cried as I came. Dan grunted as he watched me slow to a stop. I leaned forward until my head was on his shoulder. "Good boy." I breathed. "You didn't touch me. Or come. I think that deserves a reward." Dan moaned as I grabbed his arms and wrapped them around me before moving to straddle his lap. "Fuck me birthday boy." I whispered in his ear. Dan gave a broken moan as he stood up, making sure my legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. "Fuck me until you come with me. Touch me everywhere. Peel this outfit from my body until its on the floor." I kissed under his ear as he walked towards the bedroom. "Make sure I can't walk tomorrow." Dan groaned as he set me on the bed, hurriedly undressing.

"That I can do my dear." He said, love shining in his eyes as he climbed over me.

[captainaikus]

ℍ𝕆𝕎 𝕃𝕆ℕ𝔾 (𝟙/𝟜)

♱ Parings : Pro hero! Bakugou Katsuki x fem! reader (They are 24)

♱ Tags : Reader cries alot and is lonely, Katsuki is an asshole in this part (sorry guys, I've been craving angst and fluff), mentions of mental wellbeing, mentions of toxic relationship, yelling, screaming, humiliation and anger, strong/ vulgar language.

All written in bold italics is a flashback.

♱ Synopsis : Realizing how much she had been neglecting herself for the man she loves and is married to, (Y/N) leaves him with the promise to come back once she rediscovers herself. How long would it take for him to break and her to heal? Would it be enough to salvage their marriage?

♱ Warnings : This would be an 18+ story going ahead, so minors. Stay the fuck out.

For the first part there is nothing much to add.

♱ Status : It’s unedited. If there are mistakes while I’m re reading it, I’ll correct it :)

♱ Word count : 4.5k words.

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(Link to 2/4)

‘In sickness and in health.’

‘To have and to hold.’

‘To cherish and to love.’

‘Till death do us part.’

“Marriages were matches made in heaven” was a household statement you grew up with.

‘Where did we go wrong?’.

It hadn’t been long since Katsuki and you had decided to tie the knot, but with the way things were going on lately, it sure seems like the bond of matrimony had been dragged out long enough for the both of you to not stay in the same room, let alone stand the sight of each of each other without another argument breaking out.

“Why don’t you fucking go take a vacation by yourself?! Why do I have to be dragged along?” Katsuki yelled from the couch as you scrolled through a list of hotel rooms. “Japan isn’t going to collapse if you’re away for a few days, Katsuki. Heroes would be on a watch like they always have and the country along with its cities would be safe. Besides, it would be a good break for us-” you tried to reason, only to be met with a harsh glare that signaled there was no room for discussion. “What does a school teacher know about a hero? All you do is take care of snot nosed brats who do nothing but run around and play all day.” Katsuki muttered under his breath before turning to leave you in the middle of the room, whilst you clutched your laptop to your chest. His voice was low enough to convince himself that you didn’t hear him, but you did.

Arguments were not new with Katsuki. At first glance, he was loud and brash which women did not usually desire in a man. Patience was key when it came to dealing with him, and overtime, loving him became as easy as breathing.

“I told you to not leave your gauntlets on the floor Katsuki! Look!” you said, lifting the heavy object off the ground, frowning when another scotch mark was added to several. “Would you calm the fuck down? I just got home after a long day of catching some goddamn villain. I don’t have the time or energy to deal with you or your whiny ass.” he retorted venomously, kicking his shoes to the side in anger while throwing his gloves on the rack beside the entrance of your shared home. With a heavy breath through his mouth, he walked past you, not bothering to fix the mess he had made. Hearing footsteps disappear behind you, you felt a tear roll down your cheek, turning towards his messily scattered boots and gloves.

‘He might need them tomorrow’ you told yourself as you bent to pick up the shoes he threw in anger and kept them in their rightful place towards the right shelf that had been specifically designed for them. Picking up his gauntlets and placing them to the side, you stared at the sunken scorch mark into the wood, wishing it would disappear. Instead, it remained there as a memory of the time you didn’t matter to Katsuki.

“Why did you come to the agency? I told you I had a conference and you walked right in the middle of that.” Katsuki said angrily, running a hand through his hair while the other rested on his hip. “I told you I’m sorry. I just came by to drop your lunch-” you said, clenching your fists by your side. “Your lunch just caused a fucking embarassment (Y/N). Don’t you know how long I have dreamt of building this agency?” he asked in a dark voice. Hot tears threatened to spill from the corner of your eyes as you stood before the tall blonde man. You heard a sigh of disappointment from his mouth before he spoke again. “No answer huh… says alot about ‘my wife’. Go home. You’ve embarrassed me enough today.” Katsuki said, closing the glass door of the office behind him, leaving you in the empty hallway. With a turn of your heel, you made a beeline for the bathroom, closing the stall door behind you, you clutched your hair in despair and stared at the tiles beneath you while your back rested against the door, watching as each teardrop left its mark on the tile. “Did you hear about what happened in the conference room today?” one of the women whispered as she leaned over the sink, re-applying her lipstick. “Ahh… are we talking about our hot boss?” another asked with a smug tone. “More like his wife.” the woman responded. “Apparently, she wanted to drop off his lunch. I swear that woman just wants to keep that man to herself.” she said with the roll of her eyes, flicking the tap to wash her hands. “Are you jealous of her Aya-chan?” the woman replied with a laugh. “I won’t deny that our boss is hot, Miko. But why choose a nobody when you can have uravity?” she said, closing the tap. “Now that you mention it, Uravity is single and she seems to be a good person in the public’s eye. Our boss certainly deserves a woman of her title.” Miko said with a giggle. Clenching your jaw, you held back your sniffles, hurt by the words they exchanged with each other, not knowing you were there to hear them. You could feel your heart ache with each pulse and your hand shake with each breath, desperate to unlock the door and leave the suffocating stall. With a violent swing of the door, you faced yourself in the mirror, feeling pathetic at the sight of your puffy and bloodshot eyes staring back at you. ‘Maybe he does deserve better.’

You didn’t dare to step foot into Katsuki’s work space again.

“It’s like I've run out of solutions for this marriage mom.” you said sobbing into the phone while playing with stray pieces of fuzz that came out of the blanket. “Have you tried talking to Katsuki?” asked her tender voice.

“Maybe we should consider counseling?” you said, tapping the wood of the dining table as the two of you sat for dinner. With the clattering of chopsticks against the lacquered surface, you watched from the corner of your eye as Katsuki clenched and unclenched his fist over the table. “(Y/N).” came his grave voice. Never had you thought your own name could be used against you as a warning before deciding to tread dangerous waters. “If it’s with us, we’ll handle it. I already have the agency and a PR on my ass about getting my “anger issues” under control. The last thing I fucking need is my wife crawling up my ass about how I’m supposed to be a good husband.” Katsuki said in a tone that left no room for discussion.

And as always, your only answer was “Okay.”

“Counseling is the last thing he needs right now mom. He gets enough of a burden from the agency as is along with the duty of being a good samaritan and hero. The thing of least concern should be me.” You said softly into the phone.

“It takes two to tango in a marriage (Y/N). You were the one who walked down the aisle that day. And waiting at the altar was Katsuki. You are one of his priorities and you should speak about it. There have been countless times where your father and I have had our arguments and fights. Brushing it under the carpet would do no good. Talking about it would help. I know Katsuki can be brash, but I know I saw something in him when you came home holding his hand. And if it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t even accept him as my son-in-law in the first place.”

You felt your chest heave with a hitched breath at the mention of “son-in-law”. Memories began to play like an old disc, rewinding back to the day you had taken Katsuki to your house for the first time. It was nerve racking to say the least, given the brash attitude he had which caused older adults to scrunch their nose in disgust, but you knew better than to judge from the surface.

“Are you nervous Katsuki?” you asked, as he maneuvered his car around the corner of your neighborhood. He said nothing, eyes trained on the house that was at the end of the street. Killing the engine as he pulled close, he rested his head against the wheel, back hunched over. Breaths hitting the leather of the steering wheel, you reached your hand behind his back, rubbing it in slow patterns. Nuzzling his forehead further into his hands which clutched the steering wheel tightly, he clenched his jaw with a heavy breath through his nose.

“Baby…” you cooed to him. With the turn of his head, you watched as his eyes were swimming in a sea of self doubt. With the couple of years you spent knowing Katsuki, you knew how to read him at the back of your hand. It was only when there was a potential obstacle in your relationship did he become like this.

“Talk to me.” you said softly, reaching a hand out to his that laid pale on the steering wheel from clenching too hard. With a sigh, he intertwined his hand in yours, letting it rest on his thigh.

“I’ve never done this before. ‘S my first time… Don’t wanna disappoint your parents with me.” he muttered, squeezing your hand lightly. Returning a squeeze back, you rubbed your thumb against the taut skin on the back of his palm.

“Katsuki.” you called out to him in the most gentle voice possible. With the turn of his head, he watched you, eyes shifting from the way your hair to your eyes to the bridge of your nose to the curve of your lips. “My parents will adore you. Sure, you have your rough edges, but… I know you. I’ve seen you work hard day and night, seen the way you’re passionate about doing what you do and keeping on that path you dreamt of as a kid… being you is not easy, Katsuki.”

His eyes widened at your words. Never would he have imagined you to be watching him so close and thinking of his dream as a kid to be a stupid one, taking a completely different path as an adult. Moving his head away from the steering wheel, he reached out his free hand to your face, bringing it close to his. Eyes darting towards your lips, he leaned in for a soft kiss. Unlike other times, where he was eager to show you how much he cared, you could feel how soft and tender it was. Pulling away, you kissed his upper lip before holding both sides of his face in determination. “Ready to go?” you asked with a wide smile. “Let’s fucking go.” he said with a grin just as bright.

“(Y/N)?” your mother’s voice came from the phone you held to your ear. Clearing your throat from the choke up you had from replaying the memory you answered. “I’m here.”

You heard a sigh before your mother continued to speak. “Have you tried talking to anyone about it?” your mother asked in an exasperated voice.

“Oh my god. That villain you caught last week was a rather notorious one. Isn’t that right Arata?” Momo said as she slid her arm around his, her free hand holding her drink. “Heard he broke into a bank last week and had the balls for even taking over thirty hostages too.” Arata replied in a monotone voice, guiding his hand towards Momo’s hip. “Dear! Such crude language!” she shrieked, giving a playful slap to the shoulder while he chuckled.

“Pinky! I heard you had taken down another villain this week who targeted a kindergarten?” one of the reporters asked Mina. “It is important to take care of the little ones who look up to us. The operation wasn’t an easy one as children are easy targets due to them being harmless, but luckily we pulled it through thanks to the cooperation of teachers as well as other heroes.” Mina said, turning towards the cameras that were a sea of flashing lights, eager to captivate the hero who was climbing up the ranks. “Red Riot! It’s good to have you back at the agency!” one of the stocky looking men said, extending his hand forward for the pro hero to shake. “Pleasure is all mine, sir.” Kirishima responded quietly, setting his glass of whiskey down to shake the said man’s hand. You could remember standing awkwardly at the table as pro heroes talked about the work they did. Hardly a conversation for a school teacher to have. While everyone talked about busted drug deals, cartels, lawsuits and cases, you realized that they were a part of a much bigger but different world. Yours seemed to be smaller which had your family, kids studying in school, parents who would attend your conferences to discuss their child’s progress. It was easy to adapt a conversation but it was never easy to maintain it. Yet you continued to understand incident after incident as Katsuki and you stood together, each with a drink in one hand, laughing when the moment was right and humming when someone would pause at their sentence.

“So… (Y/N) tell us what’s been going on with you?” Jirou said as she leaned over the bar table. Fidgeting with the glass in your hand, you spoke. “Nothing much really… been teaching the children at school about Romeo and Juliet.”

A round of awkward looks were exchanged. Eyebrows raised at the drink in each hand with a thought before taking a sip, not knowing how to respond or what to say. “Well… that was tragic.” Kaminari tried attempting to joke before being elbowed in the ribs by Kyoka who thought it was offensive. The pro hero world didn’t have time for Shakespeare. With an awkward smile you bit your inner cheek, making a hard rule that silence during parties like these was golden.

“(Y/N)?” Your mother asked once more, disturbing your train of thought. With a deep sigh through your nose, you gripped the phone tighter before answering.

“All my friends have their own families Mom. And most of Katsuki’s friends work in the same field as him. They went to UA together and most of them are pro heroes. It’s happened times before and it will happen times again where they can’t relate to what I’m talking about.”

“I’m sure there are people at school, colleagues that you work with?” your mother asked in surprise.

Moving to Tokyo had been a bad idea. It was away from Musutafu, and had a large and bustling crowd. Shizuoka had been quiet and peaceful whilst the new bulk of the Kanto region was a walking clock. Katsuki’s friends were a common sight to see in Tokyo as that was where the headquarters for pro hero agencies were. You hoped it would be the start of a new life, only to be proven wrong day after day. You tried seizing opportunities of meeting new neighbors, only to be ushered out just as quickly as you were done with greetings. Cubicles in your school office were just as quiet, given the fact that you were in a private one. Colleagues thought you were Dynamight’s trophy wife, hastening their footsteps along the hallway anytime they would run into you. The only person you could say you had a “girl time” with was Mina and that didn't happen often given that she was in the same line of work as Katsuki.

“I do talk to a friend from the agency sometimes…” you said, shifting your position deeper into the couch out of embarrassment.

“You don’t have any friends?” your mom asked in an accusatory manner. “It’s not like I don’t have any. When we moved from Musutafu, I left nearly everything behind including my social life!” you tried defending yourself on the phone.

“(Y/N). Look at the signs. You’ve not spoken to any of your friends, living in a completely new town, and not even found a person to have a social life with?” your mother reasoned.

“At least tell me that you go out… When was the last time you did?” Your mother asked in a grave voice. Your eyes wavered, thinking of an answer of when the last was that you went out.

“(Y/N)?” your mother taunted.

“... The hike with Katsuki.” you replied in a small voice.

There was a pause before she spoke again.

“That was six months ago. So you haven’t gone out ever since you began packing your things, or moved there or when you were settled in.” your mother said.

“No.” came your reply.

“(Y/N). I know it’s difficult to abandon nearly everything and move to a new place. But… Why are you adapting to a routine Katsuki set for himself? You should go out, make mistakes, get lost someplace and find it beautiful. It won’t be long till you miss all that and actually need to take care of a child of your own, right?” your mother explained in the softest voice she could, trying not to scare you.

You could feel tears threatening to fall from the corner of your eye as reality dawned upon you. As time passed by, you hadn’t realized that you had lost pieces of yourself, all for the sake of making the man you love happy and content. Each day slowly chipping away what you were previously, leaving you with an empty shell of a woman who was too dependent on your husband. Was this one of the reasons why you thought Katsuki and you got along so well? Was there an individuality to you or were you just lost in the obsession of being your best for him and not for yourself? You began to shake as you wondered, ‘How long have I been living like this’, ‘Why didn’t I notice it earlier’. You felt air leave your lungs, your mind dragging you under water where waves swept you from beneath your feet, causing you to spiral into their deepest depths.

“(Y/N), I need you to breathe for me honey.” Your mother said calmly. “In a sequence now. Breathe in” you heard her inhale. “One, two, three, four… and breathe out.” she said, exhaling with a heavy breath. Sniffling you began to do what she did, inhaling and exhaling until you felt your heart return back to normal the feeling of waves receding into the ocean.

“Alright there we go. You’re doing great!” you other cheered as you gave her a watery laugh through the phone. “Before I go, remember, both Katsuki and you are in this matrimony together. Both of you share the same burden and responsibility both for your actions and for or against one another.” Your mother said in a soft tone. Rubbing the remaining of the tear tracks away from your eyes, you replied in a shaky voice. “Thanks Mom.”

“Don’t worry dear. Everything will be fine. It all works out towards the end… I have to go now, but I’ll call you soon okay?Love you.” she said with a hint of a smile in her voice. “Love you too.” you said before you heard the phone line go dead, ending the call.

With a drop of his keys and a bang of the door behind with his foot, Dynamight had retired for the day from the agency. Walking across the room, he opened the fridge to grab a can of beer before promptly sitting down on the couch and turning on the television. Hearing the commotion, you made your way out of your shared room, luminated by the moonlight.

“Welcome home…” you muttered in a low voice. With a grunt, he moved to kick his feet up and place them on the coffee table.

“Um… Katsuki?” you called out, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the edge of the couch, far from the corner he sat in. He hummed in response, one hand busy switching channels of the television in front of him.

“Can we talk?” you asked in a timid voice. “Go ahead… I’m listening.” he responded, taking a sip from the can, the noise from the lit screen filling up the room. “Uh… could you turn the volume of the tv down? This is important.” you replied. Not bothering to respond as his eyes trailed from left right, reading the headlines, you sighed, moving around the couch. Shaking him by the shoulder, you spoke once more. “Please Katsuki, this is really important.”

“I said I was listening wasn’t I? God,it’s like I can’t catch a fucking break when I come home to you.” he said in a grave voice, pressing the mute button. “What?” your voice cracked as you spoke, feeling a pang in your chest at every venomous word he said. “Why can’t you understand that I’ve had a fucking long day and all I need is some good peace and quiet? Do you have to run your mouth every fucking time about something? If not about dropping shit on the floor, it’s about taking a vacation. When are you gonna learn that not everything is about you?!” Katsuki yelled. You could feel tears pooling at the waterline of your eyes; not from the feeling of sadness or grief or emptiness, but of rage and humiliation. With a shaky breath, you said, “I want us to go to counseling.”

“This again? I already said no.” Katsuki said firmly. Biting your tongue in defiance, you parted your lips. “Why not?” you asked as you felt tears streaming down your cheeks. “I am not going for a check on our marriage. It’s been going great so far and I don’t need shit to hit the fan for both of us with this.” Katsuki reasoned, waving his back and forth between you and him.

“You think this marriage is fine Katsuki?” you asked bringing your wrist to wipe away at the tears collected on your cheeks and under your chin. Acknowledging your question with a glare, he turned away from you. “I don’t have time for shit like this.” he said arrogantly, crushing the can in his palm. “When do you even have time for anything anymore? It’s always about work, work, work. Do you know how much I sacrificed for you?!” you yelled. “You don’t even fucking care about anything. Do you ask me how my day was? Do you ask me if I’m eating well or sleeping well? Do you even bother to remember me by when we live in the same fucking house?!” you continued, walking towards him. “Day after day after day” you said, jabbing a pointed finger towards his chest, “I have done nothing but take care of your best interests. Not only have you humiliated me as a person, you don’t even acknowledge me as an equal. If I can respect you as a wife, why won’t you recognize my wishes and effort as a husband, Katsuki?!” you said, fury threatening to bubble to the surface.

“Every fucking time I do something for you, all you do is whine and complain about it. Fuck, I don’t even know what is wrong with me and you’re not even there to talk to about it. Is that what this marriage is?!” you cried as you shoved him back. “Tell me.” you shoved him. “Tell me.” you shoved him thrice. “JUST FUCKING TELL ME ALREADY, KATSUKI !!!” you yelled at the top of your voice, causing him to take several steps back. With nothing to say back, you felt your shoulder heave up and down from the intensity. Your ears felt like they were on fire. You watched as Katsuki stood still, breathing hard from the hits that you gave him.

“That’s what I thought.” you muttered, before going to your bedroom and packing a duffel bag. Grabbing essentials, you changed into casual clothes, grabbing your purse from the hook. With heavy footsteps across the floor, you opened the door, letting moonlight flood into the living room.

“Where are you going?” Katsuki asked from the corner of the room. He hadn’t moved from the spot of the argument followed by the outburst. “Just taking a couple of days off… maybe more.” you said, lifting a foot to step out of the door. “It’s one in the morning (Y/N). Just get the fuck back in.” Katsuki said with the wave of his arm. “I can’t go on without answers Katsuki. It’s alright for one of us to not be okay with the other once in a while… but it’s to a point where we haven’t talked to each other about it and fixed it along with moving forward. And now? It’s in a state where you’re doing fine and I’m taking the collateral damage. I haven’t asked you the reason for it as my trust and love for you gets the better of me, but how long can I take it till I break?” you said with a sad smile.

“Just please (Y/N). Let’s go back to bed and we’ll discuss this in the morning.” Katsuki tried once more, daring to step closer to you. Dropping your bag to the floor, you almost gave in.

Almost.

But your mind wouldn’t let you, choosing to let you relive those memories where he would shout, yell, scream and ignore you. Hugging his torso, you pulled him close. “I’m at my limit Katsuki and I know you. Steel to the bone and you won’t change. Please, just let me have my way. For once. I want to salvage this marriage as much as you do, but I lost myself in it. And I need that part of me back or this won’t last very long.” you said in a low voice. Katsuki could hear his shaky breath, knowing that heart of hearts, he was breaking. Circling his arms around you, he hugged you back.

“You promise to be back?” he asked in a hopeful voice with glassy eyes, caressing the skin of your cheek.

“Don’t know how long, but distance would make the heart grow fonder of you.” you chuckled, letting a few tears slip.

“Alright. Do you want me to drop you?” Katsuki asked, grabbing the keys. Placing a gentle palm over his strong forearm, you pushed it down with a silent no.

“It’s best if I do it alone.” you said, grabbing the keys from the bowl instead. Kissing him goodbye on the cheek, you walked out the door, not daring to look back, knowing that you would stay.

Revving up the engine of the car, you pulled out from the driveway, while Katsuki watched you silently from the window, hiding his figure silently behind the curtain. Driving along the dark roads of the city that never slept, you thought about just how far you were willing to break yourself for the man you love.

Enough to love him through every crack.

[orpheusredux]

The First Time - Part 2

Fic Summary: Four first times for Eddie Munson: angst, redemption, romance, and true love.

Fic Rating: 18+ only

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader, Eddie Munson x OFC

Warnings:  A description of underage sex, non-con, statutory rape of a minor, period homophobia in part one only, future parts will be more uplifting and fulfilling. 

The First Time Masterlist - Masterlist

“Your girl coming over tonight,” Wayne asked as he emptied his thermos into the sink, and started rinsing it out.

It was their little ritual when Wayne came in from the night shift: Wayne would clean his dinner pail and thermos and ask Eddie how he’d slept and what his plans were, while Eddie ate breakfast and asked him about his shift.

“She’s not my girl,” Eddie replied, alternating between shoveling eggs into his mouth and taking mouthfuls of coffee. He had a copy of a batteries science text book in one hand, and his attention flicked between the page, the plate and his cup. “But, yes, she is. She’s got some big bio test and wants me to do some flash card thing. I don’t know.”

Wayne had nodded and hummed, noncommittally. He didn’t believe Eddie’s bullshit. Not for one second.

*

Eddie tries not to have impure thoughts about you, but he is only one man, and between the shorts skirts, and the way literally everything you own ends up in your mouth at some point is almost more than he can take.

The thing is, you’re only 17. You’re also his friend and - surprise! - he doesn’t have enough real friends to blow one on sex.

Everything will change if he fucks you, he knows it. But Jesus Christ, he really wants to.

Like last weekend, you’d come over to watch Back To The Future and fallen asleep on the sofa with your sock-clad feet in his lap.

Eddie had turned to say something incredibly witty and scathing about Marty Mcfly - you’d let slip you thought he was kind of cute, so now Eddie hated him on principle - but instead of your cute little face, he’d been confronted by the sweet curve of your ass in those pink and white floral panties. The hem of that godforsaken little skirt you always seemed to be wearing these days flipped up almost to your waist.

For a second he’d been transfixed; the idea of just reaching out and touching the faint pink line where the elastic had bitten into your skin, meandered we into his head nonchalantly, sat down and kicked up it’s feet. He pictured squeezing your thick flesh, kneading it, pushing the hem out your panties higher and slipping his thumb inside, touching the tiny, dark pink, puckered rosebud he imagined you were hiding between those luscious cheeks.

Then you’d snuffled a little, wiggling your hips deeper into the sofa cushions, and spread your thighs a tiny bit more. God help him, he’d wanted to touch so much his hand itched.

Thank God, his better nature had appeared out of nowhere and smacked his hormonal desire to do a goddamned sex crime on you in the head. He’d dragged the afghan off the back of the sofa over you instead.

Later, after he’d driven you home, he pulled the van haphazardly off the road half way onto the kerb in his rush to get his pants open, and just about broke his wrist beating off to the memory of those panties.

God knows what he’d have said if one of the deputies had spotted him, parked like a crazy person, and decided to check it out.

“Can you tell me why Eddie The Freak Munson’s shaggin’ wagon is parked up in well-heeled Clerville Heights, Son?”

“Why yes officer, I was bearing off to the thought of molesting a minor!”

He’d have been caught, jizz-handed, and immediately put on some sort of register or watch list and, fuck’s sake, he’d have deserved it.

*

You arrived at the trailer after dinner, a walking pile of books, papers and energy, ditching your bike in the yard and talking a mile a minute before you were even half way through the door.

“...And then he says, ‘no! No, it’s the coefficient’. The coefficient! Like, has ever even read a book?”

“Reeves giving you grief again?” Eddie said from the kitchen where he was upending a bag of chips into a bowl.

Reeves is your lab partner. Eddie cannot believe that the douche gets to spend three periods a week sitting next to you for an hour, and yet has somehow managed to fuck up that sweet deal completely. Eddie loathes the guy almost as much as you do. “Want me to rough him up for you?”

“I want to put a hit out on him. You know people, right? People who will accept cash money to - to ace Hawkins High’s stupidest senior?”

Eddie grins, slightly tickled that despite being a two time senior himself, you don’t think of him as stupid, never have.

“I think you mean ‘ice’ Hawkins High’s stupidest senior, and I choose not to be offended that you only want me for my criminal connections,” he jokes.

“Oh I want you for way more than that Munson,” you reply.

You both go stock still.

“Wow,” Eddie says, managing to deftly disguise the fact he’s just about choked to death on his own tongue.

“I mean the flash cards!”

He just chuckles and give you one of those “sure, sure” looks, so you throw your book bag at him and it devolves into slapping, pinching and tickling as he ducks your half assed attempt to beat him up, giggling like a pair of middle schoolers all hopped up on red sodas.

“Ow! Ow! Help, I’m being assaulted by a nerd! Ow!”

“Gah!” You yell, finally, stomping into the living room to collapse onto the sofa. “You spent 12 hours writing a campaign for five 9th graders and Gareth last weekend, but I’m the nerd?”

“Excuse you, Missy. I’m a goddamned craftsman,” Eddie follows you with the chips and a couple of sodas. He puts them down on the coffee table.

“OK, give me these fuckin’ flash cards,” he says, making grabby hands and throwing himself onto the sofa next you.

The way you kick off your shoes and clamber up on the couch, crossing your legs under you, the way you seem so at home, it does something melty to Eddies’ insides.

And then the melty feeling has to go and ruin things by shooting straight to his dick when you lean over the side of the couch to pull some papers out of your bag, and that God-damned, tiny, little bastard skirt flips up again.

Eddie is a good man, but he isn’t a particularly strong one when it comes to self control, he certainly isn’t strong enough to stop himself from staring at your lap; at the pink and white floral panties barely covering your mound; at the little crease where your sex is defined by the taut cotton. Like a slack jawed don’t, he stared at your pussy way, way longer than is really acceptable considering you are a minor.

The word 'minor' goes off like a siren in his head. He jerks his eyes up to see you staring back at him eyes like saucers.

Without breaking eye contact, you tug your skirt back down.

“Fuck,” he says. “Fuck, I’m sorry. That was - I don’t know why I did that.”

You just stare at him, unblinking, breathing hard.

“Please say something,” he says, feeling like the worst kind of asshole.

“Was that - did you - Eddie, have you heard about the Juliette clause?”

That’s not at all what he was expecting you to say. In fact, it was not what he was expecting you to say so much he had no immediate response. Then his brain comes back online with a whoosh.

“Sweetheart, are you fucking serious right now? We’re not discussing English class. We can’t just pretend I didn’t just perv - I just want you to know that despite what I just did, I respect you so much. I lo - I care about you. You’re practically my best friend.”

You take a deep breath and hold your hand up. Your eyelids flutter, not in the come hither way but it the “does not compute” way, like you’re trying to process a bunch of stuff you don’t quite know what to do with.

Eddie’s seen this before at the All State Interscholastic Quiz Bowl last year, when you were the only Junior on a team up of Hawkins High’s biggest brainiacs. There were ten points and two questions between Hawkins and Kenney High. You looked just like this.

(You also got both questions right, and won the All State Interscholastic Quiz Bowl cup.)

Finally, you look up and pin him with your stare.

“I have given you every imaginable opportunity to jump me, Eddie. Every time, every time, you do nothing.”

You hold up one hand and start counting ‘every time’ off: “There was that time in your van, I was wearing a thong, and you didn’t even seem to notice.”

Oh, he’d noticed. His poor abused dick had noticed too.

“And the time at Gareth's pool party, when I wore that yellow bikini…”

He hadn’t even been able to talk to her the entire party, and every time someone male that wasn’t him had gone anywhere near her he'd thought he was going to have an aneurysm. He’d ended up leaving the party early.

“Then there was the time we watched Back To The Future, I thought - I thought if I just… showed you my ass, maybe you’d cop a feel, but no! You covered me up so fast I thought, well. I felt like I was grossing you out. Like I was some kind of freaking sex pest,” you said, looking stricken. “Oh my God, Eddie am I a sex pest?

Eddie realizes his chin is just about on the floor. He thinks about all the times he’s sweet talked women and girls; all the flirting and saying things he thought they wanted to hear. He thinks about how you’ve been his friend first, through thick and thin, and how much he doesn’t just want to bone you, but how much he really likes you, too.

He realizes that for the first time in his young romantic life, he doesn’t want to play any of the cutsie-pie games he’s played in the past. He wants to be real with you because, well, he loves you - the big L and the little l versions.

“Honey,” he says gently, reaching out to take a hold of your hand - you’ve been twisting them together in your lap.

“If your a sex pest, then I am one too, because if knew the sorts of things I’ve been thinking about you, you’d call the fucking cops on me.”

He just about swoons when he sees the heat flood your face and you cheeks go almost scarlet.

“But then, why won’t you - Am I not… I mean, I know I’m not ‘hot’...“

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart, stop,” Eddie says, squeezing your hand. “You are absolutely hot in all the ways that matter to me.”

He could tell you were really struggling with something, but he didn’t want to push you, he’d be honest with you about how he felt, but he wasn’t going to push anything.

Your brow crumpled so adorably, as you processed this new bit of information.

“But Tommy said there was only one reason someone like you would want to hang out with someone like me. That if I wanted you to like me - like me - I’d have to, you know, do…that.”

Eddie tamped down a spike of rage at the thought of your meathead jock brother saying something like that to you. He thought about his first time, about how he couldn’t see clearly after that, what he really wanted from a girlfriend, how he’d always played this kind of dirtbag casanova part because he thought that’s what dudes did. Yeah, he’d been one giant desperate hormone at 17, but no one had ever just… held his hand and kissed him and let him enjoy the longing, the build up, the anticipation.

“You don’t - Sweetheart, I love spending time with you, you don’t need to - to put out for me to like you - to l-love you. I always want you around.”

“Oh Eddie,” you said, covering her face with her hands. Eddie wasn’t sure if it was exactly the right thing to do, but he slid closer, and slipped his arm around your shoulders.

“I’m only a couple of years older than you, but trust me, those couple of years are going to feel like a couple of decades. You don’t have to rush any of this. You don’t have to do one single goddamned thing that you are not ready for.”

And then because he was only one man, he asked, as gently as he could: “Do you, um, do you want - like, are you - do you feel, like, ready?”

You squeeze his hand and giggle.

“No,” you said after a minute or two. “I don’t think so. I mean… all I know is that I kind of think of you as more than a friend. But Tommy says….”

“No offense, Sweetheart,” Eddie interjects, shifting back a little so he can see your face. “But your brother Tommy is a fucking idiot, who once fucked a football for a dare in front of our entire male half of our gym class, junior year.”

“Ewwww,” you wail, pushing him away. Eddie doesn’t let you get too far though.

“Oh my God, my fucking brother? Jesus Eddie.”

“I know… I know, it was fucking gross.”

“Ew!”

Your disgust makes him all but cackle.

“Look, I’m just saying that he’s not someone you should be taking romantic advice from. His idea of romance is when you finally have sex sober, you’re engaged.”

“Oh God.. no, please stop talking!” you put your hands over your ears and scrunch up your eyes and Eddie doesn’t really believe in much, but he believes he loves you.

“For the record, I don’t think we’re just friends either,” Eddie says, when he stops laughing. “I don’t think we’ve been just friends for a while.”

He looks down at your tiny hand in his, you’re pink nails, the way the skin is so thin and fine between your fingers it’s practically blue.

“Wayne calls you my girl, asks ‘is your girl coming over?’ And I always say, ‘she’s not my girl’, but… you know what? I never have to ask him who he means. Because there isn’t anyone else it could be. You are my girl… or maybe, I’m your boy, man… whatever, you know what I mean. I’m yours, if you’ll have me. No strings attached.”

You lean your head on his shoulder and he rests his cheek against the crown of your head.

“For a couple of smart people we really are dumbasses,” you say.

“Damned straight,” Eddie says. He shifts back again.

“OK, listen. Sweetpea, I would love to touch you one day. I would love to - Jesus - to do everything we could want and more, one day. Like I will… lick, suck bite every goddamned last inch of your body…”

“Eddie,” you sigh and shiver a little. Eddie shakes his head a little to clear it himself.

“But! I am not going to do any of that until you are fucking begging me for it. Ask that feminist pamphlet woman, she calls it ‘enthusiastic consent’ and it sounds fucking hot.”

You scramble up onto your knees and throw your arms around him.

“Oh my God, Eddie! You read it?"

“Course!” He says, his face pressed into the crook of your neck. “You asked me to.”

You kneel up, till you’re looking down on his upturned face. You cup his jaw between your palms, and stroke your thumbs across his cheeks.

“I don’t think it’ll be long,” you say, so softly. “I mean, you - we - won’t have to wait long.”

Eddie has a bit of a lump in his throat when you say it. Everything will change if he fucks you, if you fuck him. But that doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing. Not it you’re in it together.

“But I’ll tell you one thing, Eddie Munson. I’ve never been kissed, and you have my enthusiastic consent to be the first to -”

He doesn’t let you finish asking. He’s dreamed about this, about the feel of you, slight and tender in his arms, about your mouth, soft and open under his.

He cups your head and tilts you slightly, deepening the kiss, dipping his tongue gently into your mouth, trying to show you, in the only way he can, how good he wants to make it for you, giving you everything he has to give.

Your hands gripping his tee shirt, anchor him, ground him, but inside he is flying. He’s kissed… been kissed by women he regretted, but this - this kiss at once so innocent and chaste, yet filled with a very carnal kind of promise - this feels like the first kiss he’s ever had.

When you lean back, he chases your lips for a single, smacking peck that makes you both grin.

“Mmm,” you hum, melting back into the sofa.

“Ok, for a first kiss?” He asks, “I pass muster?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, lifting your arms over your head to stretch languidly. “Yeah, I don’t think we’ll be waiting long at all.”

Part 3 Coming Soon!