#both of them can compete in a babygirl competition as well

[jewishcissiekj]

DC Comics JewShowdown round 1A part 6

Wesley was raised Jewish-Catholic btw, thought it was interesting

[melo-yello]

✨Self-Care Day✨w/ 💥🪨KiriBaku HeadCanons💥🪨

Off Day

💥🪨 You’re hanging upside down on the couch in your shared apartment with a boyfriend on either side of you. Kiri’s hand in yours while Baku’s had one hand on your thigh and the other scrolling on his phone as some cartoon drones on the tv

💥🪨 This is not how you envisioned your first free weekend into the last two weeks going



💥🪨 You sigh loudly before poking out your bottom lip “Suki? Eiji? I’m bored.” you pout dramatically as you throw a hand onto your forehead before you continue “Can we do a self-care day?”

💥🪨 Baku just grunts in affirmation as he stretches before standing. Kiri just smiles “Of course, Pebble. Whatever you want.”

💥🪨 You pop up pecking both guys on the cheek as you bounce off to the kitchen with Kiri’s hand still in yours “Thanks you two are the best!I’ll make tea!!!”

💥🪨 “And don’t you forget it!” Bakugou smiles popping your soft ass as he follows behind most likely to micromanage

💥🪨 You three chat about your week not having much time outside of courses to really talk. Between studying, training, and hero work you guys just didn’t have a lot going of free time.

💥🪨Per usual you and Kiri really carry the conversation Baku only chiming in ever so often to offer up things that he hates

💥🪨 You pop up remembering one of for favorite parts of a good ole fashioned treat yo self day. The cute headbands for you and Kiri to push your hair out of your faces. You return with a pink bunny one, a brown Teddy Bear one, and a plain black headband. Baku takes the black and Kiri takes the bunny.

💥🪨 “How do I look, Peb?” Kiri smirks flexing to show his broad ass built ass frame after putting on his bunny headband. “Ridiculous.” “-ly Hawt!” You laugh correcting Baku

💥🪨 You film in absolute awe as your Manly bf’s pierce Suki’s ear with ease after the off handed joke you made sipping tea. Cue Baku voguing it up with pride and a freshly pierced ear. Bakugou is slightly leaner and a couple inches shorter but just as toned

💥🪨 “Suki, Eiji, you are too manly!” You hype your man up as you post the video to your IG story

💥🪨 It’s your turn now!! Kiri easily pierces your ears with a red stud in your right and an orange in your left. Adding a second set of holes right above your first ones

💥🪨 Next comes high quality and novelty animal face masks Bakugou buys online to compliment his vigorous skin care routine. It rivals half of the YouTube Beauty community’s

💥🪨 Niether of you have any idea of where he buys them or where he hides them for that matter. He stores them away so you guys can’t steal them when he’s not around. Bakugou allows you and Kiri to use his masks on special occasions tho

💥🪨 “Mr. and Mrs. Dumbass.” He smirks handing you a frog and Kiri a tiger. Earning him a playful jab from you and “A Thanks, Babe.” from the red head

💥🪨 You suggest nail 💅🏾 polish next and Kiri is automatically on board. “Oooooo can you make them Red, Babygirl? Because they’d be so manly!” Kiri beams bouncing up and down. Baku will only allow his middle fingers painted. “I want white with bombs or just F U. Whichever is easier for you, Teddy Bear.” Bakugou nods scrunching up his nose from behind his own red panda face mask.

💥🪨 Kirishima’s nails are a simple sparkly red that say 🤍BITE MANLY in white while Bakugou’s middle fingers are white with black bombs with an orange F U on each one respectively

💥🪨 After you peel off your masks, you and Kirishima squeal in nearly perfect sync “Oooooooooooo! Sooooo Soft! Aren’t we hawt, Bakubro! Seeeeeeeeeee!” Both of you placing his hand on your faces

💥🪨Bakugou will just roll his red eyes into the back of his head as you two wrap him in a tight embrace “I’ve told you idiots a thousand times the importance of regular skin care with quality products.” He shrugs nonchalantly even thought he loves when you two are touchie with him. He hates to admit it

💥🪨 As you begin to search you nail kit for your preferred color, Kiri grabs your hand and presses it to his cheek “Can we do yours, Pebble?” He pouts. Bakugou follows suit grabbing your other hand “Pretty please, Teddy?” He whines firmly pressing your hand to his heart.

💥🪨 You buckle so fast it’s not even funny. “Bbbbbbbut...😤😖😞fine.” You concede

💥🪨These two really know how to put on the charm. Especially if Bakugou Kasuki is calling you Teddy instead of Dumbass.

💥🪨 “Great! Y/n, pick out a show to watch before we start.” Baku barks handing you the remote. “Why?” You question snatching it and putting on Criminal Minds. Simply thrilled you were getting to pick (Typically there were mini competitions for such a privilege)

💥🪨 “You’re judging, Bighead. You can’t look til we’re done.” Kiri hums thoughtfully trying to pick a good color combination. Baku already had his colors hidden in his lap before scouting so his hip was against yours sure to obscure your view of your own hand from you.

💥🪨 “Yea, no bias. When I win it’ll because I’m the best! Isn’t that right, Shitty Hair!” The ash blonde smiles cockily at the red head across from him. “In your fucking dreams, Spark plug!” Kiri spits backs just taking all the colors and copying Bakugou’s positioning

💥🪨 “If either of you fuckers, get those polishes on my favorite jeans there’ll be hell to pay.” You warn with a sinister tone to rival even Katsuki’s and the widest smile. The boys shiver at the seriousness behind your smile. Your threat is far from empty

💥🪨 You pretty much figured your nails would probably look terrible with each of your vividly different boyfriends competing with each other. “What do you, dorks, even get for winning?” You muse leaning into Kiri’s broad ass shoulder

💥🪨 “The next date plans and solo cuddles with Teddy Bear for the rest of the night seems fair to me. Huh, Eijirou?” Baku looks up from his work with a self assured grin blowing one of your nails. Vermilion irises float from you to Kiri.

💥🪨 Knowing damn well niether of them could keep you their hands off you. “Deal.” Kiri nods without giving Baku the satisfaction of meeting his gaze.

💥🪨 “Oh and I get shitly painted nails.” You sigh rolling your eyes. You’d be lying if you didn’t find it kinda hawt when they got like this

💥🪨 “There.” Halfway through the 2nd episode Kiri says and finally caps his last polish. Blowing gently across the surface of your nails.

💥🪨 By this time Baku has placed your arm on his lower back and his head in your lap. A firm grip on your wrist so you couldn’t checkout his work until Kiri finished. Your fingers make light circles there despite being held hostage. “Bout time, slow poke.” Baku huffs releasing your arm as you brought both hands side by side.

💥🪨 They had somehow managed to pick colors that didn’t totally clash. Kiri’s hand were mix match rose gold and pink with the teeniest (not to mention even) little white hearts in the middle of each nail.

💥🪨 Baku’s hand was very simple and clean. Black French tips with one red to orange nail with a black X on top as an accent.

💥🪨 You weren’t expecting anything this good. You could barely speak. You hadn’t been this lost for words since they had asked you out. You sniffle a lil bit. Your eyes glass up a little too.

💥🪨 God your partners are so great sometimes. The fact that they genuinely gave a fuck still manages to catch you off guard at times. After so many terrible relationships, effort, in and of itself, is kinda baffling

💥🪨 “Damn Pebs, it’s not that bad if you squint.” Kiri laughs nervously squeezing your shoulders. “Woah there, Teddy Bear, I’ll get the remover.” Baku stands ruffling your curls before you grab his wrist stopping him in his tracks.

💥🪨 “Suki. Eiji. Don’t be mad but I can’t pick! You guys both did really good! Fuck! I couldn’t ask for better lovers. You assholes are so much better than I deserve!” You gush before hiding your face in your hands. A little ashamed you let your boyfriends doing something as simple as your nails make you emotional.

💥🪨 “But Baby you deserve the world.” Kirishima immediately scoops you into a bear hug as he stands spinning you with ease and peppering you in kisses. Kiri places you back down even more gently than picked you up

💥🪨 “Princess, you’re a bad bitch! Don’t you dare forget it!” The shorter ash blonde says unwaveringly lifting your chin so you’d meet his eyes. He softly bops your forehead before kissing it and both cheeks. He pulls you close right as he yanks you up to straddle his waist

💥🪨 “Eijirou, I think our Babygirl needs a reminder of who she is and who she’s with.” His already deep ruby eyes darken lustfully. With no hesitation Kiri is right behind you in seconds

💥🪨 “I know just thing to jog our Pebble’s memory, Katsuki.” He whispers licking the side of your neck just as moves to capture Katsuki’s lips with his own

💥🪨 “Promise?” You moan softly lacing fingers into Kiri’s loose kitchens and trailing a cool hand across Baku’s abdomen stopping only at his joggers waist band

💥🪨 With that the three head to the bed room for some much needed group physical therapy

[gyll-yee-haw]

But what if Seb and Jake take you and compete to see who can make u scream more and tearing you out of each others grip? Being manhandled by those two angry daddies is my dream

Wow honey, let me tell you... If I made a top 10 list of the hottest things I’ve ever written, this would be in a really high position. Hope you love it, and thank you for the request!

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We all agree that Seb and Jake are angels

But you know how men are... they can get kinda competitive

And you loved to be the reason every single time

Cause they knew you were going out with both of them at the same time

And when you were bored, you would just tell Jake how good Seb fucked you the night before

Or tell Seb how good Jake was with his tongue

Whatever you told them the other did, they would try to do it better

You were driving them crazy

Until this one day

You were at your house with Seb, and Jake came over unexpectedly

At first, you thought it would be awkward... then you had a better idea

You told him to come in... his face when he saw Seb there... priceless.

“Sorry, didn’t know you already had company.”

“It’s okay.” You told him. “I’m sure Seb doesn’t mind sharing.”

“I do, actually.” Sebastian raised his eyebrows. “She doesn’t need you, especially when I’m right here.”

Jake just chuckled, but before he could say anything, you cut him: “Please, don’t fight, that’s ridiculous. I love both of you.”

“Love, babygirl?” Jake sighed. “That’s not what this is about. Why don’t you tell Sebastian who fucks you better?”

“Don’t, sweetheart, it’s okay.” Seb told you. “You don’t have to break his heart like that.”

You didn’t have to tease them at all that night. Their little competition turned them on as much as it turned you on

They decided that talking wouldn’t be enough. They had to show each other  

And you thought there was no way that wasn’t a dream

You did absolutely everything they asked, without thinking twice

Next think you knew was that you sat naked on the couch, while they stood in front of you, fully clothed

The thought that they were about to use you like a little toy had you pressing your thighs together

After a little discussion, they decided Seb would go first, since he got there first that night

(And, let’s be honest, Jake is way dirtier and he liked the idea of fucking a pussy that had just been used by another man)

Imagine that Seb’s fucking you so good, and in the middle of that situation, your eyes meet Jake’s and FUCK. He’s just standing there watching with a little smile on his face, and you just know that night is gonna be long and good

You moaned as you watched him stroking the visible bulge in his jeans

BUT SEB ISN’T HAVING THAT

He wraps his hand around your neck, forcing you to face him

“Look at me while I’m fucking you, don’t be such a greedy slut thinking of another cock already.”

“Sorry, sir.” You said both to encourage Seb and tease Jake. “I’m not thinking of any other cock, yours fills me up so good.”

And he would tease your clit with his fingers, bringing you so close and stopping suddenly. Just to edge you over and over again, to make sure you were gonna cum hard whenever he decided you could

And when he was close, he told you: “Cum for me, babygirl, be as loud as you can.”

And FUCK he didn’t have to ask twice

While you were still a little high, eyes still closed, you felt Sebastian leaving you all empty too soon

Well, Jake was fucking desperate

And when you opened your eyes, it was already him who was in front of you, pulling his pants down

Seb stood in the back, protesting a little, because he always liked staying inside you a little bit after, but deep down he was eager to watch what was coming next

Dear reader, I’m sorry if I’m nasty, but can you imagine very clearly the scene: your pussy leaking Seb’s cum and Jake fucking it all back inside you? Cause I definitely can

And you were still so extremely sensitive from your orgasm literally seconds ago

But since Seb had already “prepared you for him”, Jake didn’t have to start slow and gentle, and that’s exactly what he needed

He absolutely pounded you and you were a mess

Your eyes looked for Seb a few minutes later and you realized he was already hard again. And you panicked for a second, because there was no way you could take one more after the way Jake was fucking you... but you just had this huge desire to satisfy both of them whenever they needed you

Differently from Seb, Jake didn’t mind you looking at the other man. He thought it was filth how you liked the fact that someone else was watching, and he loved it too

The whole situation just felt too good to be true, and it didn’t take long for you to have another orgasm and to be filled up with cum again

When it happened, you wrapped your arms very tightly around Jake, cause you needed him inside you until your body relaxed, couldn’t risk having him leave as soon as Seb did  

That action was automatic and had nothing to do with anything but the fact that you wanted to enjoy every second of your orgasm

But for the boys it was so much more

Seb got so jealous, Jake got so cocky

“That doesn’t mean anything.” Seb rolled his eyes. “She always cums harder the second time, if you made her cum three or four times the same night like I do, you would know that.”

“You don’t need all those excuses, Sebastian....” Jake chuckled.

“Stop fighting.” You protested weakly. “I need some love now, come here, Sebby.”

He smiled and fixed his clothes, sitting beside you on the sofa. Fuck, even with his clothes on, you could see he was so deliciously hard that you felt your pussy clench around Jake’s length

Jake finally removed himself from you, repeating Sebastian’s actions

Your pussy was a little sore, but you had never had so much cum inside you, and that felt fantastic, so you closed your legs to keep it all there as long as you could

Seb noticed what you were doing, and he felt his cock throbbing cause he just wanted to give you more, but you looked exhausted

I guess he would have to spend the night

And Jake wasn’t going anywhere either.

[stardancerluv]

Gotham Lockdown 2020

Part 11

Summary: There is a new development at the Black Mask Club.

Warning: minor language.

You and Doll-face have been getting along really well. The two of you were completely different. Sure you both loved your men, and you’d both do anything for them. Though sometimes you had to remember she was an assassin and you..well you designed furniture when the world had been normal.

At the moment, the two of you were reclining on the chaise lounges near the huge windows that looked out at the winter wonderland that Gotham had became.

Moving onto your side, you looked over at her. “So you have to tell me, does each of the scars have a story?”

She chuckled. “They do.”

You laughed victoriously. “Wow! I knew it!” You paused. “I just never had the guts to ask him.”

She shrugged. “Victor has a soft spot for you. I’m sure he wouldn’t have minded.”

“He does?”

“Oh yeah! You are like a baby sister to him.

“Aw, that’s nice.” You smiled. “Did Victor tell you how we met?”

“You’re Roman’s girl,” She shrugged. “Roman introduced the two of you or something.”

You shook your head. “No..no if only it were that simple”

“Oh really? You gotta tell me about that!” She pointed to the hot tub. “Hey, let’s go back in.”

“Yeah lets.”

You both sighed once you sat in the deeper parts of the hot tub. The jets hitting your muscles in all the right ways. It was a great way to spend an afternoon.

“So tell me!” Her eyes gleamed with excitement.

“Roman wanted him to kidnap a fellow designer who had been my competition for several years.”

“Oh how romantic,” she cooed. “He was trying to help your business.”

“I should add, him and I met years before but at the time it just didn’t work.” You shrugged. “So anyway Victor and some of his men grabbed me from my studio, handcuffed me to a chair downstairs and delivered me to Roman, all by accident. He mixed up the names.”

“What!?! Oh wow. That is crazy!” She responded.

“Originally, he was supposed to usher me to the club so Roman could woo me or hire me for business. But at the last minute he decided to take care of my competition first. So,” you threw your hands into the air. “Happy mistakes.”

“I’d say.” She just shook her head. “And that’s what led to you dating Roman?”

“Yes!” You beamed but rolled your eyes. “Talk about a crazy, way to start a relationship.”

“But, I don’t understand. How did you two meet before?”

“I will tell you as long as you dish on some of the stories behind his scars.”

“Deal!” She laughed.

“Well, I convinced my friends to go to his club one dark and stormy night. We litterally bumped into each other, I became completely smitten with him. But then this blonde showed up and threw herself into his arms, who I came to find out was Harley Quinn. So seeing her with him and my hopes were dashed. I never went to the club again till Victor kidnapped me.”

She made a face. “Ugh Harley Quinn, really?”

“Yeah. I didn’t know any better.” You paused, then smiled. “And Roman can be quite the flirt so I had no idea, he was just being nice to her.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re turn.”

She smirked. “Sure. I’ll share two then best I go and work out.”

“Ok!”

“Well, when you got kidnapped by that group of that took you to theater?”

“Yeah, them.” You rolled your eyes. “I remember.”

“Victor, has scar from four of the five guys.”

“Why is that?”

“Roman, killed the guy who had been exceptionally bad to you.” She smiled.

“Oh!” Something, tickled you knowing that.

“Y/N, before all this, if I were to be honest before meeting Victor if you would have asked me about Roman Sionis, my opinion wouldn’t have been all that high.” She shrugged. “But I am glad I have gotten to know him. You got a good man there.”

You nodded. “Thank you, I think so too.” You smiled.

“Ok, a second story...” She looked off, pressing her lips together. You could see a twinkle in her eyes that you only saw when she was around him. “Ok! I got one, well the night Victor and I met, we ended up sharing the job.”

“How romantic!”

She nodded. “It was nice, it was love at first slice.” She giggled. “So he let me give him the cut for that job.”

“Oh wow..really?”

She nodded. “And I have to admit, I liked it.”

“I don’t blame you.” You smiled at her.

******

Going up to the penthouse, you were going to change out of your bathing suit before heading down to the kitchen in the club. You were excited to cook tonight.

Feeling, playful you pulled on one of Roman’s t-shirts that came to rest just above your knees and a pair of shorts.

You peaked into Roman’s office. He was talking about territory costs and protection. Victor caught your eye and made it plain right now wasn’t the time to talk with Roman. So you headed on down and started on dinner.

Six months in and the holiday season was finally upon the four of you. It was finally beginning to grab you. You smiled at the turkey you spotted in the refrigerator that was defrosting for Thanksgiving.

Somehow, Victor and his lady had gone out and stole a frozen turkey. They also had managed to grab some of the trimmings. Together you would all work on it. So you were incredibly excited for Thanksgiving.

However, tonight was your night to cook. It would be a simple dinner. Till then would a simple spaghetti with meatballs and a bit of a salad and garlic bread. If you didn’t make your garlic bread, Roman would have your head.

You had just popped the bread into the oven when you could have sworn you heard something. You shrugged it off as you began to prepare making the sauce. Random sound and echos were horrible in that club.

“There’s my baby fast at work.” You jumped, screaming.

His rich, deep chuckle filled the kitchen.

Turning you smiled. “You are such a beast!”

You pushed against him giggling. Then you were squealing as he scooped you up.

“You love me just the way I am!”

“Oh, Roman I do.” He swung you a little before he put you back down.

Dipping you, he kissed you. Pulling back, he smiled. “Is that the garlic bread, I smell baking?”

You nodded. “I could not make all this and not make the garlic bread.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He cupped your cheek. “My little chef.”

You beamed, “I am.” You went back to some slicing and dicing.

“So when will it all be ready?”

“I’d say about an hour or so. I will come and get you.”

“I can stay down here.”

“Roman, I would love for you to be down here but I know you have more phone calls to make.”

“I feel like I’ve been ignoring you all day.”

Putting the knife down you went over to him.

“You are my king, the king of Gotham. I knew that sometimes I would have share you.”

You noticed how he stood a little straighter. He wrapped his arms around you. “How did I get such a smart girl?”

You shrugged and giggled. “Amazing good looks and charm.”

He pulled you close. “And a fantastic cock.” His said darkly with smirk that almost laid you out. You knew, he knew what he could do to you.

“That certainly helped.” You said cheekily as you could. “Roman, I am curious about something.”

He rose an eyebrow. Yes, baby?”

“You never actually told me, why had you wanted to kidnap Jareth originally?”

“Oh...him...well, he was encroaching on your business.” He said as simply as if were asking for a glass of water. “And well,” he sighed. “The article that discussed the two of you competing to be the best of Gotham caught my eye, so I had Victor follow you. I was thinking of hiring you...and well possibly wooing you because the moment, I saw that picture of you in the paper I remembered how you caught my interest.”

“Ok...but killing him....even for you that is excessive.”

He chuckled. “Thank you baby. Well, one night Victor, when was following you he saw him leaving you a threatening of destroyiny you. I couldn’t let him do that.” You put the knife down, whiped your hands and leapt at him.

Easily he caught, he smiled down at you. “What’s that for baby.”

“That is just so romantic for you, and utterly random.” You smiled at him.

He looked a little smug. “It’s all you baby. I never really cared till you showed up.” He grazed your nose with his. “I should add, I did remember meeting him that one day with Bruce when we crashed your lunch before you ran off.” He rose an eyebrow. “Still wish you had not done that. Well, I found him to be a bit of a prick.”

You squeezed him. “Well, it worked out can’t believe that was all a few years ago.” Your heart soared over Roman’s words.

“Same, here baby.” He ran a hand up and down your back.

“Roman, you best be getting back to those calls. And me back to the cooking.”

*****

The noodles were straining, the bread was cooling and you had just taken the sauce off the heat. Things looked and smelled good. You would set the table before running up to the penthouse, to change and to grab Roman and the others.

Going into the storage closet you went to grab a center piece for the table. After putting our the plates and the center piece you smiled. You were proud, this would be another amazing dinner.

Hearing, a noise yet again you called out. “Roman, I heard you! You won’t scare me this time.”

“It’s not Roman, bitch.” Hissed a voice. Before you could scream, a cloth held to your face. Things became fuzzy and began to darken.

******

As Roman, finished his martini, he looked over at the clock. “Shit.” He muttered. “Tommy, I gotta go. My girl is making dinner and I am late for it already...yeah...yeah...bye!” You should have been up by now. This worried him.

He smiled as the thought struck him. You were probably were trying to surprise him somehow. Getting up, he went and changed into a fresh dress shirt and suit jacket. At the last minute, he grabbed one of his knifes for old time sake.

When, he walked out he heard the tv playing. “Oh! You two are still here.” He said, when he spotted Victor and his girl were still watching tv.

“What are you talking about?”

Roman, tapped his wrist watch. “Y/N, said dinner should have been done about an hour ago, Tommy Three Digits would not shut the fuck up.”

——Babygirl? I hope it didn’t burn! We’ll be heading down!——Roman, decided to text you.

“Oh!” Zsasz, looked at his girl the back at him. “Let us get ready and we can head down together.”

“Sounds like a solid plan.” The worry Roman initially felt, prickled him again. Usually, you were spot on when dinner would be ready. You also usually answered your texts.

Going, to his room, he eyed his mask. He walked past it and went over to where he kept his custom guns. Slipping off his suit jacket, he put on his holster then slid the guns into place. Putting his suit-jacket back on, he smoothed it while walking past his mask again which he eyed again. His face tingled, as if it needed to be worn.

As he waited for Victor to return you still had returned his message.

The elevator dinged and he went in. “She didn’t answer my message.”

Victor pressed his lips together. Going over to the control panel and he silenced the elevator.

“Just in case.”

Victor and his lady, nodded.

The doors opened with a whisper, the three of you crept out.

It wasn’t long before the three of you heard people. “I’m grabbing the one talking. You two, grab who you can. Hopefully, there isn’t many of them.”

He was gonna get that asshole. His blood was rushing through him. The thrill of dealing with this asshole felt good. It had had been a long lockdown.

Ahead of him, Roman spotted the talker. He smirked and withdrew his pistol coming up behind him. He covered the man’s mouth with his hand and held a gun to their hand.

“We better start bagging this stuff and leave. What if they...”

“You should have never come here.” He hissed. “How many more of you are there? Just fucking grunt.”

He only grunted three times. “Only three?”

The man nodded.

“Did you see a girl down here?” He nodded again.

“Lead me to her.”

“I got one!” Called out Victor. “Me too!” Called out his girl.

“I got one too.”

They all met in the open area. That’s when he finally saw you, laying on your back like a rag doll.

“What the fuck did you do to her?”

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[lashtoncurls]

Hungry eyes(AI) pt2

Summary: Ashton is the new performing arts instructor at the country club Izzy and her family attend every year during summer. And the unexpected happens when they fall in love while he teaches her to play drums and dance.

Words: 2.3K

Warnings: curse words, smut

A/N: I enjoyed writing this part so much. So here it goes.

“Hey, Izzy!” Calum called her over to the table where he sat with his parents and sister.

“Hi.” She shyly spoke as he told them that it had been her father who helped him with his hand a couple days ago. There was now a black bandage on his hand with a cast as he tried to eat, his sister laughing at him.

“Shut it, Mali.” She shrugged innocently as Izzy watched them interact.

“Your dad is one of the greatest surgeons in New York, correct?” Calums dad asked, a smile on his face.

“Yes.”

“Tell him I said thanks for treating my boy. This is only the second summer we’re here and I’m glad to have someone who cares for others.”

“Will do, Mr. uh-”

“Call me David, sweetheart.”

Izzy nodded and went to go find her table as she noticed Ashton and his crew enter the hall. She hadn’t spoken to him since the night of the bonfire, but she had still been sneaking around to watch the practice and had insisted that her and Lily take dancing lessons from him. Her parents had agreed, only because they said it was something that would keep them busy and away from boys.

After dinner Calum asked if she wanted to go for a walk. Izzy nodded and they began to make their way down the pier to the forest, the bonfire the only light in the dark forest.

“Here come the rich kids.” Luke laughed as Calum punched him lightly, his cast getting in the way.

“You’re a fucking moron. What are we gonna do now? Can’t compete without a bassist.” Ashton spoke as he reached them, Michael joining the conversation as well.

“Hey man, how was I to know that his nose was gonna break my hand?”

“As a musician, you should know that your hands are the most important part of your body, you dumbass. Will the recovery be hard?” Ashton examined the cast, his eyes filled with worry as Izzy watched the interaction.

“Doc said I have to wear it for six weeks, if it heals fine I should be back to playing. But I might have to do some physical therapy if there’s any issues.” Calum was sad as he pulled his hand away, realizing that he would not be able to play for the rest of the summer.

“Might as well drop out now.” Michael spoke and shrugged. There was disappointment among them as they realized that they didn’t have a chance at all.

“Why not teach someone to play in my place? Don’t throw away the whole competition and what we’ve practiced.” They all watched Calum as he suggested it “Don’t look at me like I’m crazy, even Izzy could take my place.”

“Oh, I can’t.” Izzy nervously shook her head, aware that four pairs of eyes were on her.

“You heard her, she can’t. Missy is too good us.” Ashton challenged her with a sassy stare, her face blushing deeply “Plus the bass is too much to learn in three weeks.”

“Then teach her to play drums. You can play bass pretty good. Teach her the songs on the drums and you take my place. Stop looking at me like that, I’m fucking serious.” He laughed again as they all watched him.

“You wanna learn the drums?” Ashton asked, his eyes looking directly into Izzy’s. She looked away but nodded, knowing that it would be a good thing to do if she helped them.

“Alright then. Lessons start tomorrow at 8AM. If you’re not on time, we’re not doing this.” Ashton walked away and her thoughts were filled with what it would be like to spend time with him. She was aware of his asshole ways, but she somehow liked that about him.

The lessons had begun as prompted, every day at eight in the morning Izzy would be in the music hall ready to learn. It had been difficult at first, she would bang the stick too hard or her tempo would be off. Ashton would get irritated, but he knew she had potential and the will to learn so he would sigh silently and continue the lessons.

“You’re off on the beats, there’s a steady rhythm you have to follow. It’s like dancing, watch.” Ashton pulled her away from the drum set and started a song on the speakers before he stood in front of her and showed her a stance. “Okay, so see how my feet begin to move at the second beat? That’s how drumming is. The bass and the drums are in sync the whole time. The first song we’re doing has guitars at the beginning, so you have to pay attention on the beat and tempo.” His feet were moving together, but she noticed the way he did without watching. She noticed that he played the drums with passion as he did his dancing.

At the beginning of the second week, things had begun to pick up. Her skills were improving and she was now getting the hang of it better. Izzy was able to play the beginning of a song they had written, but her fingers had begun to blister up due to the wood. At first Ashton had threatened to stop if she whined but she began to suck it up, coming up with excuses every time her dad would ask why there were random bandages on her fingers.

“Fuck!” She screamed and dropped the sticks on the floor as she inspected her fingers, Ashton sighed as he put his head on her back. It was now less than a week away from the competition and Ashton wanted to have her know everything there was to know, but her hands were fragile and she kept getting cuts.

“Let me clean those up.” Ashton got up and fetched the first aid kit from the bathroom. “Let me see.” Izzy turned around as Ashton kneeled in front of her, her hands in his as he cleaned up the blood and put an ointment on them before he kissed her fingers. Their eyes were on each other before he reached up and placed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his hand cupping her cheek. Her body welcomed the warmth as the butterflies fluttered in her tummy.

The tension had been palpable every time they were together, but now Ashton really wanted to kiss her. He wasn’t sure why now. It could have been the stress of the competition being so close, or the fact that Izzy and Calum had become close friends. But the pang of jealousy he felt every time he saw them together made him do what he did next. His lips were on hers as he pulled her face closer, his body between her knees as his free hand rested on her thigh. Izzy gasped at first, unsure of what to do as this was her first kiss.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as Ashton moved his hand from her cheek, both of them on her thighs before traveling to her hips, where her top exposed some skin. Her body shivered and she gasped as he traced circles, his tongue tracing her bottom lip before taking entrance. Izzy’s mind when hazy as Ashton squeezed her hips harder and he moaned slightly when she pulled a little at his hair. This was all unknown to Izzy, but the feelings she had were something that she was fully enjoying.

She began to feel throbbing between her legs when Ashton kissed down her neck and he wrapped his arms around her, his face burying in her chest slightly. He pulled slightly at her shirt, his eyes asking if it was okay for him to take it off. With a slight nod, Ashton pulled the flimsy material off her and exposed her to him, his lips caught between his teeth at the sight. She blushed slightly, as Ashton kissed up her stomach to her neck and lips. His pants began to get a little snug as he elicited moans from Izzy with his mouth on her body. Before he could think, his hands were back on hips as his fingers pulled as the material of her leggings.

“Do you trust me?”

“Y-yes.” Izzy nodded as Ashton instructed her to get up and began to pull the material down her legs. He smiled at the pink lacy panties she wore, and Ashton really wondered why she was letting him do this. Such an innocent girl with a man like him.

“Sit.” She sat back on the stool, her face blushing again for the third time in the last twenty minutes, but she giggled slightly that the thought of it all. In 20 years she’d never been kissed or been on a date. And here she was now, almost naked before a man she’s known for a mere three weeks. But she knew that she could trust him. Something within her knew that this was right. He was kissing her once again, his hands roaming her thighs as he pressed his chest to hers.

“I’m- I’ve never-“ Ashton kissed her neck again, taken aback because of her confession. Her confidence as they kissed certainly did not seem like that. He looked straight at her once again, her lips red and swollen with a mark right underneath her breasts. There was no way he was going to have sex with her in this room, but he wanted to show her what he could do to her. He wanted to show her his love for her in that way.

“I’m not gonna fuck you, doll. Not yet.” He smirked at the gasp she took before he kissed her again and his hands roamed higher on her thighs. His fingers had moved to her inner thigh, caressing slowly as he kissed her neck and she pushed her core to him, letting her instincts take over “I just want to taste you.”

“Oh, Ash.” She moaned as his fingers began to rub her through her underwear, the small amount of friction causing an unknown yet pleasurable feeling to coarse through her. Ashton watched the way her lips parted in moans as he rubbed faster and her hands never left his neck. But as much as he loved the sight, he really did want to taste her. He moved his face between her legs as he pushed the lace aside, exposing her wet core to him. Another loud sigh escaped her as his tongue pressed on her clit lightly before he began to move in circles before sucking and licking.

One hand left his head and it landed on the cymbal, both of them bursting into laughter before Ashton buried his head between her legs again. This time he was licking and sucking harder as she writhed underneath him. It was a strange feeling and she began to push his face away as it became too much.

“Just let go babygirl, come for me.” He lifted his head slightly before going back and sucking on her clit again. This time Izzy didn’t push his head away, but instead pulled at his hair and bit her lip as the pressure began to build in the pit of her stomach. And she succumbed to it, letting it take over her as her legs shook slightly while she moaned Ashton’s name. He lapped his tongue at her folds again, watching her shake as he lightly brushed her clit before moving up and placing his head on her chest and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

That stayed like that for what seemed like hours as she caught her breath. Izzy couldn’t believe that she had just done that. But she also was grateful that it had been Ashton it had been with.

It was now the day of the competition, and Izzy was a mess of nerves. It had been easy task with telling her parents where she was. Calum conveniently had a doctors appointment and she had asked to go with him. Her dad had become fond of the Hoods, and accepted that she accompany him.

After his appointment, they drove down to the theater and walked in to meet the other three. Ashton paced the hall as he played the chords on the bass, mumbling the words to himself.

“Hey, it’ll work out. You’re gonna do great.” Izzy reached on her tiptoes to kiss the bird tattoo on his neck as she hugged him from the back, but she couldn’t quite reach.

“Just remember when to start okay? If walls could talk will start with Luke and I before you come in just like we practiced last night. And the other two you should know.” Izzy nodded as Ashton walked away before they were called in. They were second to last on the line up, which meant that they weren’t going to be there too long with the nerves of knowing who had won.

When they were called on stage, Izzy took a deep and closed her eyes as the bass started and Ashton looked back at her to give her her cue. The first song when without a hitch and her confidence was sky high as they played the through the second and third songs. But nearing the end of the third song, her foot slipped and she hit the bass drum twice before returning to finish the rest of the song right. She beat herself up for it, and as she was about to something Ashton wrapped her up in a hug and kissed her lips.

“I messed up.” A pout adorned her lips, but Ashton laughed it off and reassured her that it was fine. The crowd had enjoyed the show and they had almost received a standing ovation.

Their nerves were calmed as all the bands were called back on stage for the final results and they had won second place. It was as great as winning first, but they had ran into someone in the industry on the way out and they got to talking.

The drive back to the club was filled with laughter and stolen kisses from Ashton, and she couldn’t help but be happy.

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Fifa Reactions~NCT

Warnings- swearing, mentions of sex and oral. Gets a bit angsty

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AN- so it’s the World Cup and I thought I should write something. Don’t worry I’m still writing Psych 101 I just thought I should only upload 2 chapters a week so I dont finish it too quickly. Also the quality of the story is a lot better if I’m not updating daily. (Y sí hablo español. Mi familia de mi mama son de Chile pero se solo un poco español)😊😊 A hoe too mad her country didn’t make it to the cup😭

Taeyong- “He’s a soccer player and the other team cheats so he gets into a fight” (Uruguay)

Uruguay has won only 1 World Cup and today are the semifinals. Your boyfriend and his team have worked their butts off to get here and are determined to get into the finals. The first round they are in the lead by 2 points. In the second round the opposing team catches up with them. But Uruguay maintains their stamina has most possession of the ball. Everyone is sure they’ll pull through and break the tie. The other team though was also hellbent on getting into the finals. When Taeyong dribbles the ball and passes it to his teammate who is about to score, multiple players from the other team bombard and steal the ball from him. Tae snaps. While the ref is blowing the whistle and taking the ball from the other team Tae runs up to one of the players and shoves him down. “What the hell man”?! “It’s not my fault you can’t take a little dirty play”. Tae gets on top of him and starts punching him. You, sitting with the subs, run out on field to get your boyfriend. “Tae! Please get off him! You’ll kill him”! Your usually sweet and passive boyfriend angry is already bad enough but you know with the added stress of winning and extra hard training he’s deadly. He hears your voice and stops to look at you. You pull him off the guy with help from his teammates who were watching in sidelines just as shocked as everyone else. The two of you go into the locker room where he can calm down. You rub his back let him lay in the crook of your neck. After everyone settles down the officials decide the other team is disqualified but Tae will not compete in the finals.

Taeil- “Your team lost against Korea he’s bragging” (Denmark)

You knew by the end of the first half Denmark was done for. The score was already 5 nothing and you knew Korea hadn’t gotten started yet. Every attempt Denmark made at a goal Korea deflected it and your boyfriend cheering and celebrating wasn’t making it any better. You roll your eyes when Korea seamlessly scores 3 more goals by the end of the game. Taeil points and laughs at you. “Y/n did you see that? It would’ve been better if Denmark didn’t show at all”. He’s literally rolling on the floor dying of laughter. You straddle his waist and bang on chest, “Shut up Taeil I get it your team is so much better than mine. No one cares”. You get off him and storm into the room you guys share. You weren’t really mad you just hated that he had to brag about it. You would’ve been fine taking your L in peace. A moments later your boyfriend comes through the door seeing you pouting. “Hey baby” He sits a couple feet away from you not wanting to make you even more mad. “You know I was just kidding. I love seeing you pouty. You look so adorable”. “Whatever” you mumble. He tackles you with a hug and kisses all over your face. “Babyyyyy I love you!!!! Stop being mad and let love youuuuuu”!!!! You let out a sigh and let him continue with a tiny smile on your face.

Johnny- “You guys dress up to support your team” (Morocco)

Johnny knows how much you love the World Cup. Growing up, whenever it came one it was the center of your household. This is your first fifa away from home and Johnny wants it to be just as special. He surprises you with tickets to see your country, Morocco, play. The day of the game Johnny buys face paint and matching jerseys of your favorite player, Mbark Boussoufa. He paints your face the color of the flag and you his. “Thank you so much for this Johnny. This is so sweet”! He kisses your nose before he spray dyes your hair, “You know I would do anything for you baby”.

Yuta- “You guys lowkey beef bc your teams are competing against each other” (Senegal)

When you saw Japan and Senegal would compete you knew that your apartment would be filled with an unspoken tension. You both are very prideful when it comes to your countries and take this very seriously. The day of the game he invites over 6 of the guys over to watch. During the match they feel the unbearable tension and watch you two as you both intensely watch the tv screen not saying a word. When the winner is announced let’s just say one of you had to leave that’s how bad it was.

Kun- “He’s a soccer player and losses a game and gets upset” (Peru)

Peru got annihilated. They fought hard and gave it all they had but they were no match for France. When your boyfriend walks off the field with his head hung your heart breaks. You let him go into the locker and change while you wait in the car. He comes about 15 minutes silent. You take off your seatbelt and climb over the center console into his lap. You hug him tight and he nudges his head in the crook of your neck and sobs. “It’s all my fault I should’ve ran fast or guarded my teammates or-” “Kun,baby, it’s not your fault. You’re part of a team. You play together, you win together and you lose together. It’s not all on you. And it’s just this one game you still have a game next week and look how far you’ve made it. You made it onto Peru’s national soccer team and you guys qualified for the cup. America couldn’t even do that”. He chuckles a little and you continue to rub his back. “You gave it your all baby that’s all that matters. You poured your whole heart onto that field. I’m so proud of everything you are and have become”. He lifts his head up and kisses you softly. He pulls back and mumbles against your lips, “Thank you for being there for me. I don’t deserve you”.

Doyoung- “He’s a soccer player and gets injured” (Belgium)

He’s running to get the ball when he suddenly collapses. His teammates see him and pause for a second but know that if they lose possession of the ball for even a second it’s over for them. You, on the other hand, see that he’s down and hop up. “Someone go help him he’s hurt”! The paramedics rush out to get him and you run to his side. He’s groaning in pain and agony. “I’m right here baby don’t worry. Just relax”. You get into the ambulance with him and they rush you guys to the hospital. There you are told that he tore his ACL and would need surgery. Him being doped up on morphine to kill the pain doesn’t really comprehend the situation; you do though. He won’t be able to compete for the rest of the cup and probably be off for a season. That’s all if everything goes smoothly. If the tear is worse than they predicted he could possibly never play soccer again. You know that when he becomes aware of his predicament he’ll be devastated. You sob in your half conscious boyfriend’s lap and just pray everything goes well.

Ten- “Your team won you brag about it (vs Korea)”(Mexico)

“GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!” You scream as you run around your apartment’s living room. Mexico just nailed Korea in their coffin with the final score 6-3. Your boyfriend though doesn’t mind. He sits back and watches you prance around screaming. He loves watching you get so excited and act like a child. That’s the only reason he even watches this. He couldn’t care less whether or not Korea wins. “I WON!! MY COUNTRY BEAT YOURS!! HOW DOES IT FEEL LOSER??” You hop onto his lap and bounce around. He smiles at you lovingly, “Amazing. Simply amazing sweetheart”.

Jaehyun- “Your teams are tied” (Sweden)

You both were on the edge of your seat. Sweden and Korea are tied 4-4 with 3 minutes left on the clock. Before the game you both decided that whoever’s team lost had to get the other person head. You love giving your boyfriend head just as much as he loves giving you head but your competitive sides aren’t allowing it. The ball is in your possession your team is dribbling the ball to the goal. You’re sure your team has won the game. That is until they completely miss giving the ball to Jaehyun’s team. You’re screaming and cursing while he’s laughing and clapping loudly. Korea dribbles the ball to their side and scores a the last minute. “You know what you have to do babygirl” he smirks and puts his hand behind his head. You sigh and roll your eyes but gladly tie your hair back and get on your knees.

Winwin- “He gets really into the game” (Nigeria)

You didn’t care for sports. Never have and probably never will. Your boyfriend though loves sports. When the World Cup started you were not looking forward to hearing him and his buddies screaming at the tv. You usually go to your bedroom watch a movie, sleep or go out when sports in general are played in your home but today you decide to watch. You surprise him by sitting next to him and his friends on the coach.Your boyfriend’s favorite team, Nigeria, is playing today so you know it will be extra loud today. As the match starts your surprised that this isn’t half as bad as you thought. The real show though was watching your boyfriend intensely watch the screen, clench his jaw and yell every so often.

Jungwoo- “Your team misses a goal and you curse in your language” (Costa Rica)

You grew up with soccer and fifa being the pride of your country. Every 4 years it was mandatory to tune into the World Cup and cheer on Costa Rica. This year when they make it into the semifinals you lose it. You start thinking they might actually win this year and this only makes your hopes and expectations for your team to grow. For the entire match Costa Rica holds their own. They maintain a score to keep up with their competitor and currently have possession of the ball. All they need it one more goal and they’re off to the finals. They move to take the shoot but go over the goal. “PINCHE PUTA” You exclaim. Your boyfriend, in the kitchen, hears you and comes into the living. “Baby?” He asks trying not to laugh. He doesn’t speak Spanish nor does he comprehend it well but he knew a swear when he heard one. You hardly swear but you do it’s always a delight to him. “I’m sorry Jungwoo. It’s just that we were so close”. He walks over to you and sits down on the sofa. You lie down in his lap and allow him to rub your hair. “I know baby. I know” he chuckles to himself.

Lucas- “He plays soccer and makes a winning shot” (Egypt)

Lucas has trained extremely hard to be where he is now. Late nights and early mornings got him here to the finals and you couldn’t be prouder. You watch from the sidelines as your boyfriend is out on the field hustling. His love and passion for the sport is one of your favorite things about him. Seeing him sprint back and forth across the field causes you to have to fan yourself even though you’re just watching. He looks so good when he’s sweaty and completely focused on something. Egypt is tied with their opponent when Lucas is passed the ball. You immediately jump out of your seat. He dribbles the ball down the field and makes a corner shot. You and the crowd go wild. He just won his team the World Cup. You laugh and even cry a bit as you see him run across the field screaming and cheering for himself and his team. You know he deserves the win more than anything. After the game ends you both run into each and you give him the most passionate kiss you can muster. “I’m so proud of you baby! You did amazing”. He smiles down at you and kisses you back with twice the passion you gave him. After games ,especially wins, Lucas is always a bit excited. You know that the two of you are about to enjoy a long delightful night.

Mark- “His team wins so you get mad at him” (Portugal)

It’s the long anticipated game. Portugal VS Spain. You are rooting for your home country Spain and your boyfriend Mark is going for Portugal, probably just to defy you. You both are completely immersed in the game watching to see which great nation will win this epic battle. At the end of the 1st half the score is 4-0 and you like many others feel like Spain will win hands down. That is until 2nd half Portugal decides to actually bring the heat surprising everyone. Portugal ends up winning 4-6 and you can’t believe it. “You cheated it's your fault my team lost! You did something didn’t you? This isn’t the real game is it? This is rigged!” You accuse. Mark just laughs at you, “Baby I’m sitting right here next to you watching the game too. How could I have done anything”? You roll your eyes and turn your back to him. You refuse to believe anything he has to say. Mark knows what you’re doing. You’re ignoring him. He finds it absolutely adorable that you can’t accept the fact that your team lost. He smiles to himself as you pout and don’t even look at him.

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Just wanna say Johnny is fine ASF SM NEED TIMO GIVE HIM MORE LINES AND ATTENTION. And tumblr sucks ass. 10 pics per post???? What type of fuckery??? And every time I want to post tumblr forgets how to work