#but don't act like that's gonna get me any closer to checking it out

[jinxposting]

Two Of A Kind - chapter 2

Mohawk Mark x Jinx! reader

Taglist: @1abi @mexxs-xs

"... y/n?"

You feel like you were just drenched in a bucket of ice water. You held your breath for a moment before it came back out shaky. In and out, faster and faster. You didn't think, you just acted.

You raised your pistol to the alternate Invincible. A soft whir could be heard as the device powered to life.

"How do you know that name?"

The man stared at you. His eyes only glanced at the weapon once before returning to your face. He wasn't the least bit perturbed by the threat. Instead he continued to gape at you, disbelief etched in his features. He raised his hand towards your face again but you quickly stumbled back, your gun remaining fixed on him. Logically you knew the chances of it doing any notable damage to him were slim to none. But you weren't being logical right now.

Your whole body was shaking with rage and a sickly embarrassment. Every fiber of your being was screaming to kill this guy. Even if you knew you couldn't.

"Tell me!" You demand again.

He continues to stare but you can see his eyes searching you. Analyzing. Looking for something. You assume something he couldn't find, given the bitter chuckle that escapes him. He closes his eyes for a minute and when they reopen they feel different. Tired, maybe.

"That's a long story."

"Give me the Cliff Notes."

He sighs, a sullen smile hardly masking a pained expression. "You told it to me." You must have looked as confused as you felt because he was quick to elaborate. "The you in my universe."

His eyes were unfocused, gazing off into the distance. "In my universe we met in college. I was struggling to pick a major so I snuck into a few classes to see if anything caught my attention. Then one day I snuck into Mechanical Engineering. Honestly I didn't understand much of anything." His face softened. "Then I saw you. You were so fascinated by everything. The way you'd light up whenever there was some kind of demonstration was so..."

He took a deep breath before continuing. "Anyway, you were super smart. But whenever math was involved? Forget it. You were immediately checked out." He laughed wryly. "So I figured that'd be my excuse to get to know you. I offered to tutor you and you accepted."

You let the information sink in. Or at least tried to. How were you supposed to react to that? Oh cool, this mass murderer and I were besties in another life. This is very normal.

While you were busy processing this new knowledge the alternate Invincible cautiously approached you. "Wait... What are you called here?"

"Huh?"

"You acted like I stabbed you when I said your name. Did you change it?"

You blinked. With a sigh you finally lowered your pistol. "Jinx. That's what I'm called now." You fixed the man with a deep glare. "So do not call me y/n. She died a long time ago."

He was taken aback by that. His eyes squinted in thought, a mix of confusion and hurt painted his face. "What does that mean?"

"Long story."

He smirked. "Give me the Cliff Notes."

You hated yourself for smiling at that. You shook your head in an attempt to mask it but judging by the man's beaming expression you failed.

"Not anything special. Had a shitty childhood, became a terrorist, almost died, got experimented on, and here I am." You shrugged.

"... Okay, I'm gonna need more than that."

"Too bad. I don't make a habit of spewing my guts to strangers."

"Strangers? So we don't even work together in this world? This place just gets lamer and lamer."

"Sorry to burst your bubble but I don't even know your name. Hell, before today I didn't know what you looked like without the mask."

He gave a smug look, leaning in closer. "Oh? And do ya like what you see?"

"Pfft! Don't flatter yourself, pretty boy." You rolled your eyes.

"So you think I'm pretty."

"I might be crazy but I ain't blind."

The man stared at you in shock before he turned away. A hand over his mouth disguised what you presumed to be a smile. "Just as blunt."

"What?"

He cleared his throat. "Nothing." Turning back, you now had a full view of his lightly flushed cheeks. Cute.

"Mark, by the way."

"... Mark?"

"My name. Use it."

"Alright, Mark," You tested the new name on your tongue. "What exactly are you and your... clones? Associates? Whatever. What are you guys doing here?"

His smile fell for a split second - imperceivable to most - but quickly returned. "We each made a deal with this guy who can open portals. We help him with his revenge and we each get something we want."

You waited for him to continue but he didn't seem too keen on sharing details. Still, you had to ask. "And what do you want?"

Mark hummed. "Originally? New worlds to conquer." You attempted to school your reaction but knew you failed at the sound of his laughter.

"You should see the look on your face!" He cackled.

"How do you expect me to react to that?!"

"Well, in my world you were pretty open to the idea. I mean- Don't get me wrong. You had more... righteous motivations than me but you were still down."

You were prepared to argue but it didn't take long for a revelation to dawn on you. Would you be opposed to world domination? You did want to dismantle the current government and justice system. All the systems had to be reworked, really. And if you were given the opportunity to do so, why wouldn't you?

"Hm... Yeah. That sounds like me actually."

Mark gave a proud grin. "So...?"

"So?"

"Join me."

"Join you? In what? Getting revenge for some guy I don't even know?"

"No, join me in conquering worlds!" He grabbed your free hand with surprising care. Pulling you in closer, he rested your palm against his chest. "Think about it. You hate working for those asshats at the G.D.A. right? And if you're anything like my version of you - which I know you are - you hate how things are run in this world. Just imagine what we could do together."

This wasn't right. You knew it wasn't. The crazed, borderline manic look in his eyes was enough to tell you this was wrong. But it was hard to see it through the hope and desperation that was equally evident. Both in him and you.

You weren't dumb, you knew he was using you as a surrogate for an alternate version of yourself. One you could only assume was long gone. You knew he was projecting a memory of someone else onto you. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to fault him for it. His honeyed words held truth to them. You did hate this world. You always had. And the promise of being able to reshape it in your own ideals? Who wouldn't be tempted.

Several emotions were whirling inside you. Elation at the thought of achieving your life's goal. Resentment that someone knew you so intimately despite having just met. Fear that once he realized you weren't the same person he knew he'd abandon you. Disgust in yourself for even caring.

You closed your eyes and breathed. You felt the thump of Mark's heart against your palm. The gentle yet firm grip he kept on your hand. Steeling your nerves, you opened your eyes.

"You know I'm not her. I'm not... y/n."

The excitement in his eyes dulled. His fervor dissipated like smoke. Solemnly, he nodded. "I know." He rested his forehead against yours.

"Everything you remember about her, everything she knew about you... Those memories aren't mine."

"... I know."

A soft breeze blew past you. It was calming in a melancholic sort of way. Mark's eyes were closed. Those dark circles beneath them somehow appeared deeper now. He was grieving all over again.

"I never went to college. Can't even begin to imagine a life where I could. I'm probably not as smart as she was. Or nice. I'm probably a worse person through and through." You holstered the gun you'd been holding up until now. You raised your newly free hand to cup Mark's face. "Knowing all that. Would you still want to know me?"

He opened his eyes. Dark and swirling with just as many conflicting feelings as your own. Mark stood there, silent, for a long while. You didn't rush him either. Eventually he mimicked your gesture and brought his hand up to your cheek.

"Always."

[vegasvictor]

queer subtext is where it's at forever and you'll never take that away from me

[ohmy-gojo]

(pt.2)

jjk as cats with you as their caretaker au

you were just a simple employee at a cat adoption center. for most people it would be a dream, getting paid to take care of kitties? hell yeah. it was yours for a long time, but now..

"satoru, suguru. how many times have i told you both to not go outside?"

the white and black cats stared at you sheepishly, caught red handed trying to leave the shop. you had closed the shop, which meant no going out now. they both were the troublesome duo, always causing chaos. satoru tried to appease you by rubbing his head in your leg which made you crouch down and pat his head. this action however irked suguru, causing him to meow angrily at the white cat and jump to your arms

"oh hush, stop being so possessive suguru. satoru deserves love too, everyone deserves love here," you paused then took them both in your lap "well everyone except sukuna, thats why hes in the cage."

at your words the unusually colored red cat hissed angrily, giving you a stink eye. can cats even make such expressions? you honestly dont know. maybe the lack of sleep is getting to you. satoru and suguru simultaneously looked at him haughtily, flexing to not be stuck in the cage, rather in your arms

"everyone should be like kento here, hes such a good cat. isnt that right ken?"

you left the black and white cats to check kento— whom you affectionately call ken, sitting in his cat couch unbothered. you in fact have nicknames for every cats here but only call them that when theyre not being naughty. which means you call kento 'ken' all the time, much to the annoyance (and jealousy) of other cats

satoru and suguru's faces fell at the sight of you leaving them, giving a whining mewl. sukuna smirked at their frowny faces. 'heh.. karma' he thought in cat language

you took kento in your arms and gave him rubs. "youre such a good boy ken, arent you? yes you are, yes you are!— the goodest boy,"

kento preened at your words and huddled closer to your arms. hes always on his best behavior to get this treatment. he looked down on satoru and suguru, giving them a look of superiority

you were now walking around with kento in your arms, you already closed the shop so you just gotta leave for home. suddenly you remembered about the other cat, choso. whom you haven't seen in quite some moments

"shit!" you hastily put kento down much to his dismay "have any of you seen choso??""

sometimes you thought you were going crazy. here you were asking them questions as if they could answer. maybe you should quit and start therapy

but thats a problem for later! now you had a cat to find. in a hurry you accidentally stepped on something.. soft. which was chosos tail, he hissed in pain from his position under the chair where he was sleeping

at this satoru, suguru, sukuna laughed. even kento let out a quiet snort. in cat language of course. they already knew where choso was, opting to stay quiet instead.

"im so so sorry cho!!" you held the brown cat face to face with you, "forgive me?"

the brown cat pouted at you before finally accepting your apology with a quiet meow. you smiled happily and peppered his face with kisses. choso was now a happy cat. the others? well not so

sukuna, sick of you giving all these stray cats (deregatory) affection meowed loudly to get your attention. he then did something he absolutely hated but since he was desperate... he gave you kitty eyes (cat version of puppy eyes) you stared at him for some time before sighing heavily

"yeah yeah, im gonna get you out now. maybe don't scare away customers anymore?" you rolled you eyes but took out the keys to unlock his cage, he knew this method would work. "but who am i telling this, you still gonna do that no?"

sukuna just stared at you innocently, tilting his head. you scoffed but took him in your arms at the same time. you looked down at the four other felines who were at your feet, eager to be picked up. they were truly spoiled. weird thing is, they only ever acted this clingy and affectionate towards you, not other people or even their owner, mr. gege (they hated him for some reason, especially satoru). you stared at their hopeful blinking eyes and sighed again

"okay okay, you all can come to stay at my home tonight."

they all cheered. you once again thought you were mad to think cats can cheer. but oh well.

[4rticbolt]

Sleepy Stalls |Master-list|

Trafalgar Law x !GN!Reader, Fluff, Crack, soft!law, unironically sweet, head-cannons, reader is a mechanic here, overprotective!law because secretly he cares too much, stubborn reader, comfort.

The Heart-Pirate Captain with an s/o who struggles with sleep...

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1st of all, this is insomniac central.

Law cannonly has nightmares, so you could definitely infer he struggles with sleep himself. Most likely kept up by whatever's gearing through his mind.

So he'd be incredibly understanding with you.

Law's the type to put you before himself. So no matter how tired he was he'd always check up on you. Whether you're working in the engine room, eating lunch, or relaxing in your room--he’d quietly seek you out.

Your captain was keen, and he’d been observant of your habits.

The surgeon wouldn't be overly concerned--but he would worry. You're his precious crew-mate and lover, so he's over-protective. Not in an annoying way, but selflessly.

Since Law is a doctor he would have a lot of sleep-aid. From herbal properties to medication—he'd give you anything you needed or asked for. Even if he ends up a hypocrite in the process.

He would act nonchalant and impassive about it, but deep down it’d wear on him.

Law would 100% have chill out time with you in his office if you were tired, or just in general.

In each-other’s presence, the company would drive away any restlessness. Including Law and yourself. So be prepared to snooze off in each other's arms or space.

If you'd cuddled him or sat close, he'd be out like a light. His head would be the first to fall against your shoulder or thigh with a bonk.

You wouldn't expect him to be the clingy type, but if you're there—he'd prefer you much closer.

He would find comfort in your pulse when you’re sleep. (As it wasn't often you were)

Law would tenderly take in your snoozing form, gently crouching beside you to take your pulse. His own worries would ease when your pulse thrummed softly against the pads of his fingers.

When you’re asleep, he’d be the type to quietly watch over you, gently brushing your hair or stick close. His touch would be uncharacteristically soft, and so would his words.

“Just relax, I got you…”

“You look peaceful when you sleep…I wish you did it more often.”

When having bad nights, he wouldn’t push, but he would be there. He’d silently offer to let you rant, or seek comfort. But he would never push. Law just wanted you to know he’d always be there for you. (No matter the burden you believed yourself to be)

Law isn't officially 'cold' or 'uncaring' when comforting people, he's just an awkward dude who isn't the best at it... but he is an amazing listener.

However, if you'd ever been stubborn about your sleep, he'd meet your pettiness with his own. He'd scold and lecture, but it was never meant harmfully.

He was just frustrated he couldn’t help you faster.

Law would never make you feel bad about it, because it's not always your fault. There could be a thousand things wrong, but he wasn't gonna’ let himself be one of them.

He wouldn't bullshit you, and it might come off rather blunt, but he just wanted to get straight to the point. He didn't want you getting hurt, not on his watch, or just in general.

“____-ya, I don't need my star mechanic running on nothing. Nor' do I need you passing out on my sub. If you’re tired, you are tired. You don’t need to push yourself. Not for me or the crew.”

“Look, if something happens in the engine room or navigation—I need you. I need you well so you can perform at your best. I'm not losing you, and I’m not letting you pass out and hurt yourself because of your recklessness.”

“So just take it easy, alright? You're on rest for the day, and that's final, don't make me babysit you. I trust you enough that I don't have to.”

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Despite his harsh words, they were true. But being stubborn was your specialty, and you felt the need to prove yourself. So pushing yourself to clean the valves and filters was your next task—even though he didn’t give you any.

It’d been after a rough night, so you were irritable, and you’d been snappy. Even if you didn’t mean to be, it was just the way it was.

Without sleep, you were weaker and more emotional and you hated it. Your ego hurt, not only by his lecture, but at the fact you couldn’t function as easily as others. So that frustration, that deep welling hate fueled your resolve.

Though it didn’t last.

Law had found you snoozing off and covered with grime in the engine room, sleeping at an awkward angle. Your were cuddled against a pipe, using it as your pillow as your black-stained hands supported your head.

Your cheeks had been smeared with oil, and your messied suit had been covered with it. Tools and disposable bags had been near by, and the room was spotless. Shining against after a long month, he found himself frozen at the sight.

He’d slowly let out a breath, easing up as he kneeled beside you—gently shaking your shoulder. He wasn’t mad, only frustrated.

But that frustration let up as you didn’t stir, only slept exhausted. And that made his chest ache the most.

You didn’t need to prove yourself to him, you had already done that. The moment he saw you, he recognized your skills—and your personality took the cake. You already far surpassed his expectations and he could want nothing more, other than you.

He’d always been grateful, accepting you at whatever you came—your lowest—your highest, he loved you regardless.

Law just wished you wouldn’t push yourself to prove something you didn’t need to.

He would gently pick you up, looking around the room before cradling your face with his hand. He’d crack a soft unbelievable smile, before shaking his head and bringing you to his room.

Law would call you an idiot placing you on his bed, carefully taking off your shoes before tucking you in. He’d wipe a warm cloth across your face, cleaning away the harsh oils before it stained too much.

He’d watch you with tender eyes, brushing hair out of your face before letting you be. He’d rest at his desk, reading, but watching your from afar—waiting for you to stir.

He wouldn’t lecture you like he did before, but he might just reassure you that you didn’t have to do this. And he might just thank you for cleaning the engine room.

In his own Law way of course.

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Your captain would always be adamant about your health. No matter your argument or fuss—you were one of his top priorities.

Not ever in a tasking way. But maybe in an awkward loving one.

No matter the difficulty of his or your own, he’d always be patient, and he’d encourage you to go at your own pace.

Because everyone was different, and he was perfectly okay with that.

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With Law’s silent assurance and presence, your atrocious schedule had been eased.

Though it’d still been noticeable. The bags under your eyes pointed you out, and your snoozing tendencies didn’t help. The crew found you asleep in various workspaces many times, and it hadn’t really been a concern.

And as long as they believed you were getting enough sleep, they wouldn’t bother you about it.

Everyone had gotten used to it, but it didn’t mean they let up in the teasing. Light-hearted remarks had been thrown, but you never paid them any mind. If anything your captain listened to them more than you did.

He didn’t participate in it, but he let everyone have their fun. Until Shachi’s rather dark humor had been thrown into play.

You’d been dozing off at the table at lunch, slowly eating but surely getting in the nutrients you needed. You’d been sitting by Ikkaku and Shachi while your captain sat across from you.

“You sure you don’t wanna go lay down ____?” Hakugan asked, handing you over a basket of croutons. “A little nap might help.”

“No, I’m fine.” you muttered, mixing some in with your salad. Your jaw rested in your palm, and you stirred your salad around before taking a bite.

The tables conversation flew over your head and you could only think of what you’d do next after lunch. Train? Sleep? Clean? Be bored and bug your captain? It’d probably end up in the last one, but nothing stopped you from changing it.

“Mm, if you say so,” Ikkaku butted, taking a bite of her sandwich. “You really shouldn’t push yourself, I don’t want to find you asleep on the examination table again.”

Shachi snorted beside you, and you heard laughs echo around.

“Right? Scared the shit of me, I thought you were going in for surgery.” Penguin chuckled.

Law cracked a smile, watching you shake your head. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Oh, it totally was,” Ikkaku teased, nudging your shoulder.

“It could’ve been worse,” Clione muttered, “finding you asleep on the control panel was not on my wish list.”

“Pff—yeah, right next to the throttle? Real smart kid,” Bart commented, plopping down another dish of food.

More laughs followed and you found yourself hiding your expression behind your sandwich, smiling quietly behind it. You took a big bite before Shachi started in.

“Oh, it was worse—remember? She fell asleep mid filter change and it totally blew up on her,” he laughed, gently knocking your head with his fist.

“Ew, don’t remind me.” you winced, making a face.

“Nah, you’re so stubborn about it I might have too.” he said, finishing up his sandwich.

“I’m starting to think someone needs to slip some sleep-aid into your drink.”

“Yeah—that’d get you some well earned rest,” Uni rolled his eyes, side-eyeing Law for a moment, seeing his expression darken.

He coughed in his fist, nudging Bepo.

“Uh, Captain?” The navigator sputtered, blinking idly at him.

Law didn’t respond, only deadpanning at Shachi who hadn’t yet realized his annoyance. It seemed he took the joke literally. Especially when he knew you didn’t like the symptoms of sleep-aid, it only irked him more.

“You go and do that and you’ll find a shit ton of laxatives in your coffee.” he said blandly, threateningly poking his fork.

The table quieted before Shachi coughed on his food, quickly swallowing it. He hit his chest, using you as a shield. Which you were mindlessly unaware of.

“Woah—haha, only joking Cap!" He paled, patting your back. "Right ____? All fun here, I'd never," he continued, nervously laughing.

"Mhmf, only jokes,” you muffled, with a mouthful of food.

Law paused, looking you over before rolling his eyes at your clueless expression. He layed off, but didn’t completely rest his glare. Law does not play around with you, not matter the joke or tease.

[sematarygirls]

      BOYFRIEND!RAFE x DEPRESSED!READER

WARNINGS .ᐟ depression, rafe gives reader a bath, but it's not sexual, fluff, the teeniest bit of angst if you squint at the beginning

NOTES .ᐟ this isn't my best work, but i'm writing it more for comfort than anything else, and i wanted to post it just in case anyone out there is also struggling and could use it <3

Something was up, and Rafe could tell. You were usually so clingy, wanting to spend every moment with him, and he was not complaining by any means. He loved having his girl at his side, showing her off at every occasion, but it had been almost two weeks since he last saw you, which was so very out of the ordinary.

You would answer his texts at first, always coming up with some excuse for why you couldn't see him. First, you were sick. He offered to come over and take care of you, but you'd insisted that you didn't want him to catch whatever you had, so he eventually acquiesced and settled on checking in on you periodically.

But then, your responses slowly became more and more infrequent. Rafe was at a loss. Had he done something to upset you? Why were you being so cold and distant? He couldn't think of any fights you two had recently. Everything seemed perfect until you started pulling away out of the blue.

He texted you to tell you he was coming over, but you hadn't seen it by the time he showed up at your house, all but pounding on the door. He was a little angry, very annoyed, and more than a bit jealous. Were you with some other guy in there? Is that why you hadn't been answering him.

Those feelings immediately dissipated, however, when the door slowly creaked open and you peeked out. Your hair was tangled and greasy, haphazardly thrown up and out of the way. You had dark circles under your eyes and a small frown on your face, your brows pinching when you saw him.

His expression softened as he softly murmured your name. You stepped back, allowing him inside, and he shut the door behind him, his eyes never leaving your disheveled form. "Baby, what's wrong?" He asked gently, approaching you like he would a skiddish animal.

"You shouldn't have come," you said quietly, your gaze downcast. You were embarrassed that he was seeing you like this. The whole reason you'd been avoiding him was so he wouldn't see this part of you—the part that struggled to get out of bed whenever a major depressive episode hit.

He ignored your words, stepping closer and tilting your chin up, so he could look at you. "Talk to me, sweetheart," he coaxed softly. "Is this why you've been dodging my calls and texts?"

You nodded slowly, feeling guilty. You hadn't meant to ignore him, but texting people had become a chore as of late. You couldn't bring yourself to do it, to have to explain why you were acting so off. You just wanted to shut out the world and wallow in your misery.

He sighed, his thumbs coming up to caress your cheeks gently. He hated seeing you like this. He wanted to fix it. He wanted to take away all your sorrow and make you happy again. "Why didn't you tell me, baby?"

"I just- I didn't want you to see me like this," you said softly. "I look like shit. It's gross and pathetic..."

"Hey, don't say that shit about yourself, alright?" he said firmly. "You're beautiful, always, and you're not pathetic. You're going through a hard time and that's okay. I'm here for you, baby."

You looked up at him, your eyes glistening with unshed tears at his words. He was so gentle, so understanding and patient. He was perfect, and you were... you.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'm gonna run you a warm bath, okay? Gonna wash your hair and get you all cleaned up."

"You don't have to do that," you said quietly. You didn't want to be a burden, for him to feel like he had to take care of you just because you were dating.

"I know that, but I want to, alright? Just-Just let me take care of you, yeah?" He stared at you expectantly, waiting until you gave him a reluctant nod before he took your hand and pulled you toward the bathroom. "Sit," he ordered, pointing to the lowered toilet seat.

You complied, sitting and watching him as he turned the water on, testing the temperature with his hand and adjusting it until it was just the way he knew you liked it before he flipped the drain stopper. He poured in some of your favorite scented bubble bath, waiting for the water to fill the tub.

He turned back to you, kneeling down to take your hands in his. "Okay baby, let's get you undressed and in the tub, yeah? I'll wash your hair for you."

You chewed your lip nervously, looking at him with uncertainty. You were hardly in any shape to be perceived by anyone, let alone your perfect boyfriend. You couldnt remember the last time you shaved your body or did any personal grooming for that matter. You'd just been so physically and mentally drained as of late.

He cupped your cheek, gently using his thumb to pull your lower lip from your teeth. He hated when you did that, always saying you were ruining your pretty lips. "You're always gorgeous to me," he reassured you. "I don't care what you look like. Right now, I just wanna take care of my girl, alright?"

You hesitated but nodded. "Okay," you said softly. You knew he was just trying to help, and you also knew you desperately needed your hair washed before it reached the point of no return. You'd hated how bad you'd let it get, but you couldn't bring yourself to even attempt the attention and effort that detangling and washing would entail.

With careful movements, Rafe helped ease your shirt over your head, revealing your bare skin to his gaze. His expression was non judgemental, his touch reverent as he helped you out of your clothes. "You're doing so good, baby," he murmured, his words soothing the nerves that were bubbling in your stomach. "In you go," he said, once you were finally out of your dirty clothes.

You stepped into the warm bath, the hot water and calming smell helping you relax a fraction. You pulled your knees to your chest with a soft sigh. You were so sensitive and vulnerable in that moment, and Rafe's kindness made your chest tighten and your eyes mist.

He smiled softly at you, the picture of a loyal, caring boyfriend. He would do anything for you. "There you go, sweetheart. Gonna feel so much better after a nice long bath." He knelt beside the tub, running his hand over your hunched back soothingly for a few moments.

He let you get adjusted and relaxed before reaching for your hair tie, gently pulling it out and revealing your tangled hair. You closed your eyes, waiting for some remark about how you need to take better care of yourself or how your hair was a mess, but it never came. "Alright baby, let's get this pretty hair washed for you," was all he said, his tone soft and comforting. "Can you lean back for me?"

You nodded, unfurling yourself from your curled up position and leaning back, letting your hair soak up the water. "There you go," he murmured, making sure your hair was thoroughly wetted before helping you sit back up straight. He reached for the conditioner, coating your hair in an ungodly amount and running it through the strands as best he could to help soften your hair and make it easier to detangle before grabbing a wide tooth comb. "This might hurt a little, baby. I'm sorry, but you'll feel so much better when we're all done."

He worked meticulously, starting at the ends and slowly, carefully working out each knot and tangle, murmuring soft apologies whenever he hit a bad one that tugged at your scalp. He had experience with this kind of thing, having helped Wheezie with her hair a lot when she was a kid. He was so gentle and patient, making sure he didn't pull too hard.

It made you grateful because if you were doing this yourself, you already knew you would've gotten frustrated and started practically ripping your hair out as you roughly yanked the comb through your hair until you were in tears.

The fact that he regarded you with a tenderness and compassion you didn't even award yourself made your heart swell with love, but it also made guilt tug at you. This was the man that you'd been ignoring—this man that was so attentive and loved you so much.

"You're doing so good, baby. I know it hurts, but you're being so brave for me. I'm so proud of you," he said gently, continuing to work through your hair. He didn't show any signs that he was getting frustrated or annoyed, he just continued to hold himself with pure adoration and care for you.

His sweet words made tears well up in your eyes. You didn't understand how you could ever deserve someone like him, someone who loved you completely and unconditionally. His words of assurance were something you'd desperately needed to hear after weeks of listening to your own brain demean and demoralize you.

"There we go, sweetheart. All done. You did so well," he praised you gently as he finally finished up, running the comb through the last of the tangles. He helped you lean back, rinsing the conditioner. He made sure to get all the excess product out before helping you sit back up, reaching for the shampoo bottle.

He squirted a generous amount onto his palm, lathering it in his hands and applying it into your scalp. He washed it out and applied more until it started to froth up, signaling that your hair was finally getting clean.

"I'm sorry," you said quietly as he worked the shampoo into your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp in slow, soothing circles. You felt guilty for a lot of things, for ignoring him, for making him spend his time on you like this, for being this way in the first place. Your brain had convinced you that you were a burden on everyone around you, and you hated the thought of Rafe having to put up with you when he could have any other normal girl.

His hands stilled in your hair, and he tiled your head so you were looking at him. His expression was serious, deadly so, and for a moment, you thought he was mad at you. "Don't. Don't you ever apologize, okay? You've got absolutely nothing to be sorry for. You understand me?"

You nodded, his words and actions meaning more to you than he could ever know. He always knew what to say, what to do to make you feel better. He made you feel important and loved, and you needed that, especially right now. "Thank you."

His gaze softened, a gentle smile spreading across his handsome features. "You don't need to thank me, baby. Caring for you is the easiest thing in the world. I just wish you could see yourself through my eyes—so beautiful, inside and out."

After throughly massaging your scalp, he washed out the shampoo, applying a final layer of conditioner to ensure your hair stayed soft and retained moisture. "Do you wanna wash your body, or do you want me to?" He asked gently. He wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible, and if you would be too embarrassed with him touching you like that, he respected it.

"I can- um- I can do it," you said quietly. He had already done so much for you already, and as much as you loved being doted on and cared for, it didn't erase the nerves and insecurity that were swirling through your mind.

"Okay, sweetheart. Take your time. I'm right here if you need anything at all," he reassured you. You washed up and rinsed the conditioner out of your hair, the water uncomfortably cold by the time you were done since detangling had taken forever.

Rafe was ready with a towel by the time you were finished. "Come on, baby, let's get you out. You're probably freezing," he said, helping you up and wrapping the towel around you, rubbing the material against your skin to help warm you up before grabbing a separate towel to help you dry off your hair.

You let him take care of you, drying you off before steering you to your bedroom to get dressed. He knew your drawer set up by heart, having helped you put your clean clothes away more than once. "You really don't have to do all that," you mumbled, watching him carefully choose some comfortable, clean clothes for you.

"I already told you that I want to," he said firmly, plucking out your favorite pajamas. "Now, we're gonna get you dressed and settle in on the couch because we gotta get you out of this bed. It's not good for you to stay in it all day," he told you, helping you into your clean clothes. You felt a little silly being assisted getting dressed and undressed, but you were so appreciative that he cared enough about you to help you like this.

"Sorry for the... mess," you said, wincing as you glanced around at your dirty room. It looked like a disaster area, and you only just now seemed to clock how bad it was.

"I already told you to quit apologizing," he gently scolded you. "We can clean it up later, together, but right now, we're going to go watch some TV and get some food in you, okay?"

You nodded, mustering a small smile. "I love you, Rafe," you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest.

"I love you too, baby, so so much," he murmured. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him as he rested his chin on the top of your head. You inhaled his scent, a smell that was distinctly his and always seemed to calm and relax you, his tight grip on you serving to ground you in that moment, reminding you that there are people who cherish you even in your darkest days.

tags .ᐟ   @starkeysprincess / @cometmultiverse / @iheartjjmaybnk / @all4l0vee / @kissesfrmriri / @xoxohoneymoongirl / @bradshawed / @fallbhind / @rafeslittleangel / @bakugouswaif

[pensthoughts]

mine first | v.p

pairing: van palmer x f!reader summary: after the crash, van starts getting closer to someone who isn’t you. you’ve always been hers. until suddenly, you’re not. jealousy builds, things go unsaid, and doomcoming brings everything to the surface. word count: 2.8k contains: angst, blood, jealousy, miscommunication, shroom stew, slight smut towards the end, fingering (r!receiving)

the thing about being van's best friend was that you never had to share.

back home, that was just the way it was. people came and went— boyfriends, teammates, randoms from parties— but it was always you and her in the end. she'd come to your locker before school even if she had to loop around the long way. she'd call you first when something dumb happened. you always got the front seat in her car, and you never had to ask.

but the wilderness had its way of changing things, and it was so jarring when she started choosing someone else.

not officially. not out loud. but you weren't stupid. you noticed when she started walking next to tai more than you. when they laughed too easily, too often. when van didn't immediately make eye contact with you after a joke, like she always used to.

you tried not to take it personally.

but it was personal. obviously.

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you pulled her aside and told her you wanted to go when they were heading out, looking for any trace of civilization.

"i should come," you said, arms crossed, jaw tight. "i can help."

van gave you this smile that you used to find charming. now it just loked like someone talking down to you. "we've got it covered," she said.

"oh, tai's got it covered?" you snapped before you could stop yourself.

her eyebrows shot up. "is this what we're doing now?"

you rolled your eyes, but your face was hot. "whatever. doesn't matter."

"it matters if you're gonna be weird about it."

"i'm not being weird. i just don't want you to get eaten by something out there and me being stuck here roasting squirrel with shauna."

that got a laugh out of her. "you're so dramatic."

you scowled. "says the girl marching into the woods like it's lord of the flies."

but van wasn't listening anymore. she was already calling over to tai, already slipping away like you hadn't been arguing, like you hadn't just tried to claw your way back into the space that used to belong to you.

you watched her go, jaw clenched, arms crossed, stomach turning.

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you hated how much you checked the tree line after that.

every hour. every shadow. every time a squirrel rustled leaves, your heart launched into your throat. you weren't even mad anymore— you were scared. and that made you mad again.

she was supposed to come back to you. that was the deal.

when they did return— bruised and bleeding, dragging each other through the dirt, your body moved before your brain did. you sprinted toward her.

she was soaked in dried blood, her face pale, eyes foggy. she barely looked like herself.

"van?" you choked out.

she blinked at you like she wasn't sure if you were real. "hey," she rasped.

you reached for her, but she flinched away.

"it's okay," she murmured, wincing as she leaned heavier into taissa. "i'm okay."

you nodded, even though nothing about her looked okay.

while they cleaned her wounds, you hovered. you couldn't stop. it was like your body needed to be near her to remember how to breathe. you wiped blood from her jaw with shaking fingers as they stitched her face together—and she didn't stop you this time. she just looked at you like she wanted to say something.

but she didn't.

that night, you sat next to her while she slept, curled up in blankets, her breaths ragged. you stared at her face and thought:

i should've been there.

she should've picked me.

and then, worst of all: what is she doesn't come back to me?

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after that, it wasn't just that van and tai were close— it was that they started acting like you weren't part of it.

inside jokes, soft glances, little touches.

it was the way van lit up when tai made some dry comment. the way they walked off together to check snares, whispering and laughing and forgetting you were even nearby. it made your skin crawl.

you kept telling yourself you didn't care. that it was fine. that you were just tired and stressed and sunburned and hungry.

but then you'd see van hand tai a piece of fruit or tuck her hair behind her ear or laugh that laugh—the one she used to save for you—and something inside you would just snap.

one day, van flopped down next to you by the fire like nothing was wrong.

"you missed a good show earlier," she said, grinning. "tai fell straight into the stream chasing a rabbit. i thought she was gonna drown in six inches of water."

you didn't look up. "bet that was hilarious."

van blinked at you. "okay... what's your problem?"

you finally met her eyes. "nothing. go talk to tai about it. i'm sure she thought it was so funny."

her face fell, and for a second you felt guilty. but then you remembered the way she'd been basically ignoring you all week, and the guilt curdled into something darker.

"she's not replacing you," van said quietly.

"oh, cool," you said, voice flat. "good to know."

"i'm allowed to have more than one friend, you know."

you scoffed. "that's funny. because it kinda feels like i'm the one getting cut out."

van narrowed her eyes. "seriously, what's going on with you?"

you shrugged. "guess i don't like being someone's second choice."

her face shifted— hurt, maybe. or anger. you didn't wait around to figure it out.

you were still stewing over it when jackie found you later.

"you look pissed," she observed, chewing something that looked vaguely edible.

"do i?" you muttered.

jackie followed your gaze to where van and tai were sitting. too close. again.

"god," you snapped. "it's like they're glued together."

"she almost died," jackie said midly.

you shot her a glare. "and? that mean she's tai's now?"

jackie raised her eyebrows. "damn. jealous much?"

"i'm not jealous," you snapped, even though you obviously were. "i'm just saying, if someone almost got eaten by wolves and came back covered in blood, maybe they should want to be around people who actually care about them."

"she knows you care about her," jackie said. "it's just...tai does too."

you shook your head. "it's not the same. it's never been the same."

you didn't know what you meant by that. not really. just that van had always been yours, in some quiet, unwritten way. she knew all your moods, your looks, your dumb fears. you didn't have to explain yourself around her— and now suddenly you felt like a stranger to her, like she was choosing someone else over you every single day.

and you didn't know why that made your chest feel like it was caving in.

later, van found you by the stream.

"you've been avoiding me," she said, like she was annoyed. not hurt— annoyed.

you rolled your eyes. "maybe i just don't like watching you flirt with your new favorite person."

van crossed her arms. "wow. subtle."

you didn't answer.

she sighed. "look. i'm sorry. if i made you feel—"

"forget it," you cut in. "you don't have to explain."

van looked at you for a long time. "i should've let you come with us."

you stayed silent.

"i thought i was protecting you," she said softly. "but maybe i was just... scared."

that pulled your eyes up to hers.

"i kept thinking, if something happened to you out there—" she shook her head. "i wouldn't come back from that."

your heart lurched. then why does it feel like you already left me behind?

you didn't say it. you just nodded.

"i'm still glad you're here," she added.

you wanted to say then act like it.

you wanted to say don't look at her like that.

you wanted to say i miss you so much it makes me sick.

instead, you looked away and said, "yeah. me too."

that night, you laid awake, listening to the creak of wood and the soft sounds of breathing.

van was asleep across the room, turned toward taissa.

you hated how much you noticed.

you hated that she didn't feel like yours anymore.

you hated that you didn't know why that mattered so much.

but mostly, you hated that no matter how angry you got, how bratty or bitter or stubborn, you still would've followed her into the woods.

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doomcoming.

someone got the idea to throw a fake homecoming dance, like if we acted normal enough, we'd forget where we were. like candles and dresses could erase the crash, the cold, the blood dried into the seams of everything we wore. so we wore our dresses, found a half bottle of something flammable to light in jars, and misty cooked some sketchy stew that tasted like it had been soaked in moss and secrets.

you should've laughed. instead, you let mari smudge something dark on your cheeks and handed over your nicest shirt to be torn into ribbons.

because everyone else was pretending. and if they could do it, maybe you could too.

except now it's hot.

not temperature-wise— the woods are already tipping into that late-fall chill, and your summer dress isn't helping—but your blood feels like it's boiling. you're flushed and fidgety, pacing in the flicker of torchlight, heart pounding like it's springing away from you.

van's laughing across the clearning, eyes locked on tai.

of course.

you tip your head back and down the rest of mari's DIY alcohol, something sour and wild buzzing beneath your skin. there must've been something in the stew because everything looks like it's on fire—glittering, golden, wrong.

she's supposed to be yours.

van. van who always used to sit next to you and crack jokes to make you smile. van who used to say you were the only thing keeping her sane out here. van who now followed tai around like a lost puppy.

you were always the one who knew her best. until you weren't.

and maybe it's the herbs or the hunger or whatever, but the twist in your chest won't stop. you feel like you might explode. like your skin's too tight, like your throat might crack open if you don't say something.

you march toward her.

"having fun?" you say, voice saccharine, fake smile clamped on your face like the matching masks that the pair in front of you were wearing.

van blinks at you, surprised. "hey, you look—woah. you look amazing."

tai snorts beside her. "she's been saying that to everyone tonight."

you flinch.

van notices.

your mouth curls into a bitter smile. "don't let me interrupt."

van's brow furrows. "what's your deal?"

"my deal?" you echo. "oh, i don't know, maybe it's that fact that my best friend ditched me to play pretend with her new girlfriend."

tai raises an eyebrow but walks away—smart girl. you're halfway to feral.

van stares at you. "she's not—what the hell, are you drunk?"

"maybe. what's it to you?" your voice wobbles, too loud, too sharp. you hate yourself for it. hate how much you care. hate that she hasn't said your name all night.

"i didn't know i needed your permission to talk to people," van says, and it's so casual, like you're just being silly, just overreacting like always.

the words punch out of you before you can stop them. "you used to talk to me"

silence.

her eyes widen.

you suck in a breath, the fog in your head thick and spinning. "and then you left. you just left. you didn't let me come with you when you went looking for help, and then you came back all bloody and broken and i—"

your voice breaks and you realize that everyone else has disappeared.

van takes a step toward you, jaw tight. "you were mad at me?"

"i was scared," you snap. "and then i was mad. because you came back looking like a horror movie and all you cared about was tai. you didn't even look for me."

"that's not true."

"no?" you laugh, humorless. "could've fooled me."

she's close now. close enough to touch, and you're trembling, and you don't even know what you want anymore except that you want her.

"i thought you didn't want me anymore," you admit, quieter now. "i thought you picked her."

van stares at you like you've grown another head.

"i didn't pick anybody," she says finally. "i didn't know i had to."

you blink at her, eyes glassy. "well, i didn't know i wanted to be picked until i saw you looking at her like that."

silence again.

she reaches out, fingertips brushing your arm. "you're acting like i dumped you. we weren't even—"

"we were." your voice is a whisper now. "we were something. i don't care what it was, but it was real, and now it's gone."

she exhales slowly. "it's not gone."

you meet her eyes.

"then why does it feel like it is?" you say, a little girl's voice, broken and raw.

"i don't know." van looks down, then back at you, eyes blazing. "maybe because we're idiots."

you let out a breathy, half-crazed laugh. "yeah. maybe."

another beat passes. then—

"you know," she says, licking her lips, "if you wanted me to kiss you, you could've just said something instead of throwing a tantrum."

"shut up," you whisper.

van leans in. "make me."

you kiss her like you're starving.

her hands find your waist, yours her hair. you taste berries and ash and her. the night spins around you—lights pulsing, torches flaring, the world cracking at the edges—but all you feel is her. her mouth, her body, her hands gripping you like she's trying to pin you back into the shape of something she lost.

you pull away first, gasping.

"i'm still mad at you," you murmur, forehead pressed to hers.

"good," she breathes. "you're hot when you're mad."

you kiss her again—harder, messier this time, like you're burning through the weeks of silence and jealousy and everything you didn't say. it's reckless and loud and a little wild, but so are you. so is she. so is this whole damn place.

your hands are under her shirt before you've even though about it, nails grazing her ribs as she exhales sharpy against your lips. she tastes like smoke and salt and something sweeter. something only hers. you kiss her like you hate her for how much you still want her.

van presses you back until your spine hits a tree with a dull thud, her thigh sleeping between yours with purpose. the friction pulls a sound from you—needy, half-strangled— and it makes her smirk.

"there she is," she murmurs, dragging her mouth along your jaw, "knew you missed me."

you grab a fistful of her hair and pull, just enough to make her groan, "just shut up and touch me."

"bossy," she breathes, but her hand's already working it's way down, sliding under your dress. she hums low in her throat when her fingers find you—warm and wet.

"fuck," she whispers, like she wasn't expecting it, like it ruins her, "you're dripping,"

and then she's inside you—two fingers, deep and slow, like she's savoring it, like she wants to drag it out. you bite your lip hard enough to taste blood, hips jerking forward, but she pins you in place with her free hand on your wast.

"let me," she growls, voice gone rough. "just—fuck—let me feel you."

her fingers curl just right, just there, and your knees nearly give out. she keeps you upright, mouth back on yours, swallowing the sounds you make as she starts to move—steady, relentless, filling you up with the same energy she kisses you with: wild and aching and a little furious.

you claw at her back, her shoulders, anything you can reach, and she moans into your mouth like she's the one coming undone.

"you gonna come for me?" she asks, breath hot against your ear. "all over my fingers? c'mon, i know you can"

she rubs her thumb over your clit, and it's game over—your body arches, pleasure crashing through you like a tidal wave. you shatter against her, every muscle drawn tight before your break, gasping her name like a prayer.

she holds you through it, still moving, slower now, coaxing every last twitch and whimper out of you.

when it's over, you slump against her, boneless. she kisses your temple, gentle now, a contrast to the chaos of a minute ago.

"i'm still mad," you mutter, breathless.

van laughs, low and smug. "yeah? then maybe i'll have to make it up to you again later."

you're still catching your breath when van eases her fingers out, slow and sticky, then brings them to her lips like she can't help herself. she sucks them clean while staring at you like she wants to ruin you again—and your whole body shivers under it.

"you taste so good," she murmurs, grinning like the devil.

you barely manage to lift your head. "you're such a showoff."

she leans in, nose brushing yours, "you love it."

you can't help but think that maybe you'll both wake up tomorrow regretting everything, heads pounding, hearts bruised.

but right now?

right now, you finally feel like she's yours again.

[h3rmess]

SL*T ME OUT

Written by @h3rmess ✰ | KINKTOBER (late entry)

"eat the d*** like you was ugly" ☆

After the U-20 match, oliver and the others decide to go out and have some fun. They go to a karaoke booth to let loose and forget about their loss. Oliver wants you to help him blow off some steam in a different way...

notes : this was meant to be for kinktober but I forgot to upload... I love aiku so so much!! I literally started screaming when I saw him in episode 5

WARNINGS : oliver aiku x fem!reader, oral (m receiving), facefucking, masturbation (f), picture taking, semi-public oral sex???, pet names, praise, swearing, no relationship (that's how aiku is ☹️)

"Where is he?" You whispered, holding your phone in your hand as you walked away from the arcade, into the area where the karaoke booths were.

You kept checking your phone in case a text from him magically appeared, hoping that he would come to save you from this bewilderment.

"Wow, look at that!" A low, husky voice spoke from behind you, forcing you to turn around abruptly.

Hands in the pockets of his kit and leaning against the wall, he offered you an irresistible smirk that made your heart race.

"Really went all out for me, huh?" He commented, observing the short, body-con dress you wore. In this setting, you looked like you belonged in a club.

He took a step towards you, standing up properly once more as he towered over you, your chin lifted behind comfort to meet his gaze.

"Oliver!" You exclaimed with a smile. "How was the match? I didn't get time to check the end results."

He rubbed the back of his neck with a solemn sigh, "We lost..."

Your expression displayed remorse as you pulled him into a hug. "You played amazingly, though. I was so proud to see you on the screen. You were definitely remarkable." You spoke, recalling his outstanding plays.

"Hmm, yeah... I'm still super bummed though. I thought we were gonna win." He pouted as he looked away.

"You seem pretty upset..." You spoke softly.

"I am. That's why I wanted to see you." He looked back at you slowly.

"Huh?"

"Y'know, I've been so stressed lately. I've had way too much practice and not enough time to...unwind." He tried to mask his smirk with a sombre look, but you saw through it.

"And what exactly does that have to do with me?" You questioned, knowing exactly what he was implying.

"Well, you're here, all pretty and dolled up. Let's not let it go to waste." He looked at you, his eyes predatory.

"What are you suggesting we do?" You prompted, your heart rate increasing as you became more nervous. Your palms began to excrete sweat as he leaned in closer to you.

"How about we ruin that makeup of yours, huh?" He grinned, his hands suddenly groping your waist.

"And how exactly... do you plan on doing that?" You felt breathless as you huffed out a response.

"Acting dumb are we now, baby? Why don't I fuck that mouth of yours so we don't have any more stupid responses?" His straightforward suggestion left your stomach tumbling, a new pulse being formed in your womanhood.

You were lost for words as he took you by your arm and dragged you into the booth, shutting the door.

"I told the others to get here in 30 minutes. That should be enough time." He sat down, looking up at you with a stern glance.

"Whatcha waiting for? On your knees." He commanded as you complied immediately, his voice forcing you into submission.

"That's a good girl..." He smiled as he stroked your face. You nuzzled into his touch, his huge hands bringing you comfort. He brushed his thumb carefully over your lips, slightly smearing the pink, shimmery gloss on them. You sat patiently on your knees, waiting for his next move.

Looking up with lusful eyes, you let his thumb slip into your mouth. Your face heated up slightly with embarrassment as you tried your best to maintain eye contact.

He removed his thumb from your mouth and lifted your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his once more. He let go, his hands reaching for his waistband. He lowered his slacks slightly, allowing him to slip himself out of his confinement.

His dick hit his abdomen instantly as he hissed, clearly needy as the pre-cum dripped down his swollen tip.

His hand gripped his member carefully as he pumped his length for a while, his breath becoming heavier by the second.

Your cheek was hit with a slap from his dick as he smirked down at you, infatuated by the size difference. You both wondered how you were meant to fit all of him in your mouth.

"Open up, doll." He commanded, his tip nearing your mouth. You followed his order, immediately being met by the bitter yet intoxicating taste of his arousal.

Your jaw slackened to accommodate his size, which was proving quite difficult.

Gripping your hair gently, he pushed your head forward, your face nearing his base. Tears began to form in your eyes as you gagged and choked slightly, overwhelmed by his huge size.

He pushed himself fully into your mouth with a grunt, his inability to hold back becoming clear.

"Fuck..." He said with clenched teeth. "Taking me so well, aren't ya? Putting that... ah- pretty mouth to good use, huh?" His thrusts started to hit deeper, increasing in speed. His words and actions did nothing but add fuel to the fire, igniting a feeling in you that you couldn't resist giving into.

Saliva leaked from the corners of your mouth as you choked around him, his thrusts relentless. You noticed some of your lip gloss on his base, which somehow turned you on even more.

His grunts and moans became more frequent as his pumped into your warm mouth even harder, throwing his head back slightly.

"Fuck...'m so close, baby... Gonna be a doll and take it? Gonna swallow everything I give to you?" He questioned, maintaining eye contact the entire time. You hummed around his cock, your hand reaching into your panties to gain some relief as your clit throbbed.

Your mind became hazy as you stopped thinking, completely submitting to Oliver and your growing lust. Your pussy was leaking. You dragged some of your arousal from your empty hole to your clit, rubbing it at a pace that instantly caused you to start moaning.

Oliver chuckled and then threw his head back, your vibrations sending him closer and closer to the edge. His grip on your head became more firm, his thrusts hitting deeper than ever before.

"Mmm, baby, I'm gonna- fuckkk..." He could barely form a sentence which made you laugh when you thought back to this moment ; not that you would've done any better.

You never stopped stimulating your nerves. You felt a warmth building as your stomach felt knotted. You kept playing with yourself as he used your mouth.

"Keep touching your little pussy... just like that." He forced out, speaking to you proving difficult as he almost reached his high.

You looked up at him, your makeup smeared, your eyes teary and lidded. That was all it took. His thrusts became sloppy as he let loose, his head thrown all the way back, moans escaping him like never before.

His liquid poured into your mouth, sitting on your tongue, filling you up. He came a lot. His thrusts continued for a while as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Don't swallow yet, princess."

You blindly obliged.

"Can I take a picture? You look so pretty like this."

And for some bizarre reason, those were the words that made you cum. You nodded, holding him and his juices in your mouth as you shook, your eyes rolling back slightly. You whined and whimpered as you saw a bright flash come from Oliver's phone. Your vision was blurry, obscured by tears as you stopped your relentless torture on your pussy.

You tried to calm your breathing as Oliver spoke.

"Open your mouth."

You did as he said, watching him posting his phone to take another picture. His dick was still in your mouth. After taking the picture, he removed his half-hard dick from your opening.

"I'm gonna take a video now, okay?" You hummed in response.

He pressed record, his hand reaching down to grip your cheeks, squishing them in a way that forced your mouth open. You whimpered slightly at his sudden movement.

"Look at how pretty she is." He spoke, the camera focusing on your eye makeup that was far beyond saving.

"Holding my cum in her mouth just like I asked her to." He grinned down at you.

"Swallow it." He commanded, the camera still rolling. You closed your mouth to swallow with a gulp, reopening it to prove you had done as he asked.

"Such a good girl..." He let go of your face, grabbing his dick once more.

"Lick it clean for me, doll."

You immediately started licking, as if you were hungry for it.

His phone remained in your face, but at this point, you didn't care.

Your tongue made its way along his length, being sure to capture any left over cum on it. You stuck your tongue out, moving it up to his tip as you looked straight into the camera.

"Fuck... don't do that. You're gonna make me hard again." His dick twitched slightly.

And yet, you continued until all of his mess was cleaned up, letting go of his dick that was now almost fully hard again.

He stopped recording.

"I'm gonna get you back for this... Just you wait." He remarked.

You smiled at him as he helped you up onto your feet again.

"You'd better go home. I mean, unless you want anyone seeing you in this state. " He suggested. Typical of him.

You reached into your handbag, pulling out some make-up wipes to clean the mess he had left your face in.

Meanwhile, Oliver unlocked his phone, a notification appearing, telling him that the boys were outside.

"Shit, they're here." He panicked slightly as you finished up, turning towards him.

He placed a short kiss on your lips. "See you soon, beautiful. I'll be messaging you, so don't you dare turn off your phone, got that?"

"Okay. Bye, Oliver." You waved, leaving before his teammates could make it into the booth.

Oliver Aiku was such a dog... and yet, you couldn't help but come back for more.

[adams-angels]

Plssssass pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls do a adam x reader smut where adam is in heat or anything plssssssss

I had WAAAAY too much fun writing this one 🤭 I was originally gonna do another angel s/o but where's the fun in that? I spiced this up with a sinner s/o

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

Heat

Smut below the cut! Minors dni

Extermination day. Once again. Yaaay! You hid in your apartment and waited. You knew he was coming. He was always coming.

You don't know why, but a couple years ago you were spared by Adam. Ever since then he always comes to check on you. Makes sure you're still alive. He says it's because it's funny watching you get pissed off at every little thing. Every little thing being his annoying ass.

You hear the knock at the door. It's the secret knock Adam made up so you'd know it was him. But this knock was rushed. Desperate almost. It sent a cold chill down your spine. It's not that you like Adam. You just don't want anything to happen to him and would be sad if he stops visiting but you don't LIKE him.

You quickly rush to the door, checking the peephole and there he was. Looking different? You unlocked the many bolts on your apartment door and let him in. He pushed himself past you, "what's up sinner tits?" Dumb name. You shut your door and lock it back up. "Hello, Adam." You look over at him and he looks restless. "You okay?" You ask, cocking an eyebrow in curiosity. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine, whatever." He scratched his arm like he was a drug addict. Itching for his next hit.

Your mind raced. What if the exorcists know he's been visiting me? What if he has to kill me? What if- you're snapped out of your thoughts. "Stop overthinking. You do that too much." He groaned. "Okay?" You walk over to him, his body tenses. "Why are you acting weird?" His eyes widen, he takes a couple steps back. "M-me? Weird?! Ha! That's- that's fucking rich coming from you!"

Okay, something up. That stutter screamed something was up. You put your hands on your waist stepping closer to him, causing him to step back. You ended up cornering him once he was stopped by the wall. "what the hell is up with you, Adam. Tell me, right now!"

"I need you." He whined. You don't know if it was the fact he had no where else to go, or you were being quite demanding but you weren't expecting him to whine like that. But God, did it make you feel powerful. This devine being, whining like a whore. "Excuse me?"

"fuck, I need you, y/n. Please?" He pleaded. "Jesus, it's like you're a fucking heat." You joked but his whimper told you everything. "Noooo, fucking way. Do you- are you in heat?" You laugh at him. "Don't fucking laugh!" He grabs your wrist and spins you around, pinning you to the wall.

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

"I need to fuck you. I don't want to. But I need to. I can't stop thinking about you. No one else is working, so please." He begged, never in your afterlife did you think you'd see Adam begging for you. But here you are. In your apartment, Adam pleading with you. "I'll do it." He lit up. "On one condition." He groaned his forehead resting on yours. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you want, babe."

You look him in his LED eyes, "mask off." He hesitated, removing his head from yours to get a full look at your expression. "What? Why?" He asked, his tone would tell you he was annoyed by the request but inside he was scared. What if you changed your mind once you saw his actual face. "Because I like to look at the person who's going to fuck me." He whines, he's desperate right now, he needs you. He reaches for his mask, hesitates before taking it off.

He looked gorgeous, stunning, and surprisingly embarrassed. "You so-" he couldn't wait any longer, his lips crashed into yours, his tongue explored your mouth. There was no negotiation on who was dominating the situation.

His hands caressed your body starting at your neck tracing down to your waist before getting to your legs, he lifts you up with ease. Sloppily kissing you, as he takes you to the nearest surface, your side table. Sitting you on top of it, knocking off a couple of books, a small plant and a picture frame among other things.

He releases your lips to move on to your jawline then neck, covering you in marks. His marks. You can't help but moan at the sensation. His hands head straight to your pants, gaining access to your intimate area. Once your pants are off he whips off his robe and lifts you up from the side table. Lining up with your entrance. His eyes full of lust for you. He watched your face as he slid you onto his cock. It was perfect, dickmaster is right. It was like he cock was made to fit you. He didn't give much time for you to enjoy the fit before he started thrusting into you.

His arms wrapped around your back holding you close to his body. His teeth sinked into your neck, he moaned into your skin. Your hands found their way to the back and top of his head, tugging at his brown locks. His wings burst out, twitching and trembling as he buries his cock deep inside you. Filling you fully with his member, hitting that sweet spot with each thrust. "Fuck.. so good y/n" he mumbles into your neck. "So tight.."

His hips stuttered, he released your neck and went back to your lips, feeling you moan into his mouth sent him over the edge as he finished inside of you. His wings fell to the floor and you both crashed into the sideboard, Adam leaning on you for support. "Fuck.. bitch, who knew you'd feel so good." "Who knew you liked dirty sinners." You panted. "Don't spoil it."

[tinyraptorhands]

Pro Hero, Pro Mama, No Problem pt. 4

You heard voices.

Voices that sounded terrified.

"Omigod! Is she okay!?"

"Get her sitting up, Bakugo!"

"I know, dammit! I am, I am!"

You blinked blearily, lights coming through your cracked eyelids. You let out a breathy little noise, as if you found your breath again. You saw Katsuki's face first, a look of worry etched on his features. He was kneeling, holding you up.

You then saw Ochaco, Mina and Izuku along with a few other unrecognizable people standing around. Some were obviously looking at the spectacle. Your head still felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and you looked around. "...wha?" You managed to ask.

"De-...Izuku found you sliding against the wall." Katsuki said, sounding slightly pissed. "What the hell, (y/n)?? What's going on?"

"Kacchan, be nice." Izuku kneeled down to your level, reaching out a hand. Katsuki drew you closer. "Kacchan. I'm gonna check her pulse. Nothing else."

He clicked his tongue, and loosened your hold. As Izuku slipped two fingers against your neck, Mina spoke up.

"I'm gonna see what's taking the medics so long." She said. Ochaco went with her, throwing you one last worried look.

"Kacchan." Izuku finally spoke up. "Shes got a high pulse. Like...really high."

You felt Katsuki's chin move to look up at his rival. "What?"

"Like, 120 beats per minute." He looked at your half conscious state, and back at Katsuki. "She needs to go to the hospital."

"...What?" Katsuki echoed again. "...No,she's, shes fine-" he brought his own fingers to the pulse of your neck. His eyes widened after a few moments. "Holy shit."

"Yeah." Izuku nodded.

Katsuki never panicked. He prided himself on that. He didn't even panic when you went into labor.

But this? You never fainted. You never had any health issues. Hell, even when you were hurt in battles or training, you got back up with a shit eating grin, ready to go out and fight again.

This was...different.

He looked at your face. It was perspiring, your eyes half lidded as you breathed quickly. You trembled slightly.

Mina suddenly was heard, telling people to 'make way, or I'll make you make way!' And you noticed three medics. Izuku made room, explaining to the one medic what he witnessed. Katsuki continued to hold you, still in disbelief at what was happening.

You saw a light being shone in your eyes and you squinted, and another feeling of something being slipped over your arm, and squeezing. "Ma'am, can you tell me your name?"

"...(y/n) Bakugo..." you said, your voice tired.

"Great, and the year?"

As you answered basic questions, Katsuki cut in. "Oi, what's wrong with my wife? Can I take her outta here??" He asked, his voice sounding a tad bit unsure.

"We don't know sir, but we really think she should at least stay in the hospital for a few hours-"

"What the hell!?" Katsuki cried out, Izuku holding his shoulder.

"Kacchan, let them do their job!"

You didn't have the energy to scold your husband. But you could tell he was worried. And when he was worried, he acted out.

You finally felt the pressure in your arm go away. "Her blood pressure is a bit high-and she's post partum. We'll take her in the ambulance-"

"The hell!? I can take her-"

There was bickering, and your eyes fluttered. You heard one of the paramedics calling your name, and Katsuki's grip tightening. You couldn't seem to keep awake.

That was fine.

This was all fine.

You let the darkness take ahold of you, and the sweet silence of it all.

You awoke about an hour later, the smell of a sterile environment stinging your nose. Bleach and alcohol.

You slowly sat up, the small blanket draped over you fell to the wayside.

What happened??

You looked at the I.V. in your arm, and the heart monitor you were attached to. Your chest ached, needing to be emptied. You were alone.

The steady beep of the monitor grounded you as you sat back.

Great. Some comeback you made. The make up on your face felt cloying by now, and the several pins in your hair irritated your tired scalp. You reached up, taking the pins out one by one, depositing them on your lap.

Your sinuses and eyes burned with unshed tears, each Bobby pin bringing you closer to collapse. Your hair came out stiffly, crunchy from the gallons of hairspray it was in. You licked your lips, the waxy taste of lipstick heavy on your tongue.

You felt like you hit rock bottom.

"....Shit." you muttered, bringing a shaking hand to each earlobe, taking out the pearl earrings, along with the necklace. They hit the Bobby pins, and a small clatter sounded. You ruffled your hair, your scalp finding relief in the action, despite the gallons of product clinging to it.

You should've stayed home.

Forget about being a hero. Forget about your image,the media, the public...

Suddenly, a wash of rage seeped into you.

See? This is what happens when you go out. Your body aches. Your boobs ache. You're weak and-

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. A nurse came in, smiling softly. "Hi, Bakugo san. Or, did you want me to call you (h/n)?"

"...The former is fine." You said quietly. (H/n)...wasn't you.

Would that ever be you again?

"Okay. Bakugo san." She sat on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling? You gave alot of people a scare." She said kindly. You looked up at her.

Truthfully? You ached. You were sore. You wanted your baby and you wanted to stay in your home and never ever show your face again and-

"I'm...okay." you then added, "could....I have my hand pump in my bag? I'm breast feeding and-"

"Oh, of course. Let me get that for you." She went to the side where a sink was, with your things. She handed the clutch to you, and you smiled politely in thanks.

"Is...it alright if I..?" You trailed off, and the nurse nodded.

"Quite alright. You're fine."

As you covered yourself while you pumped, she began to explain what was wrong. "It seems your blood pressure skyrocketed for a little while. We're ruling out all the factors like hypertension and pre-eclampsia-"

"But I'm six months out." You said. She nodded.

"Right. But sometimes it can happen after pregnancy ends. Your body is still recovering. Alot of changes have happened to your body, and now it's trying to regulate itself again. Spikes in blood pressure can occur. Pre-eclampsia can happen after birth, but usually after six weeks you're in the clear. What we do think," she paused, trying to find the right words, "is that you aren't getting enough rest. From what your husband has told me-"

"Is he here?" You asked quickly. She gave a small smile.

"Yes, but he's talking to a doctor right now about your condition-"

"Condition? If it's just stress-"

"We don't think its just stress." She said quietly, her hand placed on your thigh, "we think you need to be evaluated for post partum depression."

Your world stopped.

You? Post partum depression? But....no, that meant you weren't capable. That you couldn't take care of your baby. And Katsuki-

"No, I don't think so. I just was tired-"

"Ma'am-"

You began to tremble. She looked over at the monitor, the beeping a little faster now. "Try to take some breaths-"

"Heroes don't get-they don't get post partum depression. *I* don't get depression of any kind, and I'm capable of taking care of my child!" You stated strongly.

"Of course you are! No one is saying-"

You interrupted her, "I just...need to sleep this off." You said. She nodded.

"Well...if you'd like, we can prescribe you some medicine, and a psychologist that specializes in this sort of thing." She gently handed her a paper from her chart. "Here. You don't have to do it right away-but think on it." She was kind.

You shouldn't have lashed out. You stared at the paper in your lap. "...Okay." you said softly. As she left, she smiled.

"The first year is always the hardest. I'll let your husband know you're awake." She said quietly, and left. The door clicked shut, and all you were left with was the sound of the heart monitor and your hand pump.

It was a quiet drive home. Katsuki's tie was undone, hanging on his neck. He looked like he was thinking too hard, one hand on the wheel, the other propping his chin up. You felt shame and anger, worry and sadness all at once. The care packet they gave you on taking care of yourself and mental health after birth mocked you, and the hot brand it came with.

After a bit, he pulled off into a combini parking lot. You didn't look up as you heard the gear shift into park. He sat back in his seat, staring ahead.

"...What can I do?" He asked quietly. You still didn't look up.

Sure. There was plenty. He could take less patrols. He could take less nights. He could do alot, alot you couldn't even think of.

You couldn't ask him to do that. Give up his work? No.

"...I dunno." Your brain answered on autopilot.

"Then dammit what is it?!" He slammed his fist on the steering wheel, making you flinch. "I feel like an idiot because half the people I talk to that see you say you're not yourself, and now I have doctors telling me to get my ass in gear and open my eyes-"

"I'M FINE!" You suddenly screamed, and startled the blonde. You rarely screamed.

It was like a cork popped.

"I'M FINE. I CAN DO THIS! WOMEN ALL OVER THE FUCKING WORLD CAN DO THIS, EVEN WITHOUT A SPOUSE OR IN-LAWS OR WHATEVER AND THEY'RE FINE! SO WHAT IF I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM ANYMORE!? SO WHAT IF I CAN'T SLEEP OR CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT!? SO...So....so what if..." you're screams turned to sobs. " So what if I'm not myself anymore? I don't even know *how* to be myself anymore. I'm...I don't even feel like I'm a person anymore. Do you know what that feels like!? The....there was a photographer who literally told me I wasn't the demographic they wanted in their magazine. On *women* heroes. I'm not a hero in anyone's eyes anymore! I'm...I'm *no one* but the woman who gave birth and now can't even go out with her friends! All our friends don't get half the shit I'm going through!" You couldn't stop the word vomiting.

"I can't even explain it to them! They all looked so....and...." you hiccuped. "I....Katsuki, I can't-" you wailed. "I just wanna be the woman I once was!"

He got out of the car. You thought he was leaving you to sob privately, but he opened up the door to your side. He unbuckled you, and held you, kneeling on the pavement as he hugged your midsection. You just sobbed.

"This...this ain't normal baby blues shit, is it?" He said quietly. You shook your head, hugging his head.

"I-I guess not." You said in between wet hiccups. You felt awful. "M'sorry. I'm...I'm just awful, huh?"

"No." He stated bluntly. "No, you're not. You're....you're going through it. Alot of it...I'm...not there for. I know it, you know it, everyone knows it. I thought..." he hugged you tighter, "I thought I could just keep doing what I'm doing. That you could handle it on your own and...I could tag in when you asked."

"But...you never asked. So I thought you just had some dumb baby blues shit and I could take care of it easily. Get my parents to watch Katsumi, and you do shit. But I guess that wasn't the whole answer." He said quietly. "I guess...I gotta just do, instead of waiting to be needed. It's not like hero work, is it?"

You shook your head. "...No. I think...hero work might be easier than this."

Another silent moment. Then;

"Baby blues is such a fucked up term." You found yourself saying, followed by a sniffle. He sighed.

"I guess it is." He looked up at you. You looked down. "...Babe."

"Katsuki."

There was beat of silence between you both.

"...What do I gotta do?" He said. "Cause...this seems bigger than me. Than you."

"Its....I don't think I'm-"

"You passed out in front of everyone and you literally just crashed out. Don't tell me you ain't some kind of way. If you have post partum depression or whatever, we're gonna fix it. You *and* me. I'm a pro hero, dammit. But I'm now a dad. And a husband. Those two come first now. And I'll be damned if I'm caught slipping again and letting you down." He got up from the hug, and went back to the driver's side. "Look. We're gonna get you help. You're gonna beat this, and you're gonna be fine."

You swallowed. "...I'm sorry."

He grunted. "Don't gotta be sorry for shit." He started the car. "You're my wife. I want you back, happy and healthy. But you're also a mom now. It's like I said before. You can't be the same, but I'm just gonna love you more." He said, voice gravely.

Like he was holding back something. You looked over at him he gripped the wheel.

"...Katsuki."

His eyes flicked to you. "What?"

"...Are....you okay?"

He flexed his fingers on the wheel. "...I'd say yes. But you'd catch onto that shit. You..." he sighed. "You scared me. Thought I was gonna loose you tonight. It's my fault you were there. I let-I let the damn media and other people pressure me to get you out there and-" he gritted his teeth, jaw flexed. "And I told you it would be fine. And it wasn't. You weren't ready and I *knew* that. But I thought it was mind over matter shit. I thought it was gonna be fine. You'd look beautiful as usual and we'd have some time away from it all and..." he pressed his forehead into the wheel. "And I let you down. I didn't think. And that's my slip up. And look what happened. You pushed yourself and ended up in the hospital because you're exhausted and your brain's fried." He sighed. "...because I thought everything was fine."

You looked away.

"If anyone should say sorry...its me." He looked at you fully. His eyes looked...

Worried.

Scared.

Like he almost lost something and was about to loose it again.

"I'm so sorry, (y/n). Please..." he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbed. "I'm...not asking you to forgive me right away. I know I dropped the ball, big time. But...dammit. If you're hurting...tell me."

You stared at him. "...Yeah. I-I am. I...I hurt alot." You admitted quietly.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Okay..." he said softly. "...Okay. Let's...let's get you home. We'll get my parents to drop off Katsumi and I'll handle her for the night." He put the car in drive. "And I'll be there. When you feed her. I'll change her. I'll do this right." He slid out of the parking lot smoothly. "I'll do right by you."

You pressed your head to the cool glass of the window.

"Okay, Kats." You said softly, closing your eyes. "...okay."

As the engine hummed, you realized for a moment something.

"How'd you get the car? We took a limo to the event."

"Had one of my sidekicks grab it from the apartment." He said, and sighed. "Dumbass nearly scratched it at the hospital, almost ran it against an ambulance car."

You snorted, then chuckled. Then laughed. And he found himself laughing, too.

Maybe.

Maybe things would be okay again.

It was a step. But it was there, and that's what mattered most.

((Had to reach inside my guts for this one. Funny story, (but not really) I crashed out in a 7-11 parking lot with my husband after not sleeping for a week. And then he kinda was like....'oh shit you aren't okay'. And I was like...'please help', and vomited in his car! Yay. Postpartum depression and anxiety, everyone! God I love meaty stories. I love it when they don't shy away from the reality of it all. Sorry, I rambled again! Let me know what you think! Story isnt over yet!))

[pupyuj]

Dub-con eheh. . . anyway, g!p Yujin who befriends a naive virgin loser just so she can use them as her own personal fuck toy ><

Like imagine having a studying sesh with her and it ends with her just taking your virginity. You're crying and trying so hard to resist, but it's just so hard when she's whispering the most unpure shit in your ear that you can't help but slowly submit.

"you're complaining and trying to resist, yet your moaning like a bitch in heat."

"Shut up and take it like the good girl you are."

"You're not going to tell anyone right? No one is going to believe you, and it's your fault for dressing like a slut and provoking me."

"Gonna mold you into my pretty little pet."

"You love it when I take advantage of your tight little virgin cunt, don't you?."

You're not a slut, right? You're not enjoying this at all

Right?

You can't help but believe every little word she says. Eventually you just give up and take it like the good girl you are, because maybe she is right. Yujin is your friend and friends don't lie to each other, right?

Aaah, manipulative Yujin absolutely has my heart. . . Anyway, can I be 🎀 anon? ^_^

once again i am fashionably late to an ask!! 😭 apologies 🎀 anon, but here you go!!

[cw: dubcon, breeding.]

anything with toxic!yujin in it, i'm on board IDCCCC 🤤🤤 i'd love to think of her as a mean girl in this scenario too! she just wants an innocent little lamb to corrupt and unfortunately you were perfect for it! she's so happy that you were dumb enough to fall for her friendly act, it was too easy! yujinnie totally daydreams about completely destroying your cunt and having you cry out her name for everybody to hear... but she'll start small!

gosh, you were so stupid to not recognize her advances. yujin's touching your ass, practically groping your boobs, and she's always checking you out! but she was surprised at how willing you were to let her do whatever she wanted.. coming up behind you, whispering nasty things to your ear while unbuttoning your shirt.. no resistance at all! yujin always knew there could be this kind of side to you 🫣 you were a virgin in an all-girls university no fucking duh your mind has gone off the edge sometime and looked at some girls a little closer than one should 😙😙

but you see.. you wouldn’t feel too good on the inside about what yujin was doing! :(( every single touch that came from her was out of pure lust, not a single sign of care and intimacy… so you’d try and take her hands off of your tits but she’d only push you down on the bed with your top and bra haphazardly thrown to some corner of the room… yujinnie thinks you look so pretty with your eyes all glossy w tears, she couldn’t help but kiss you! at least she was soft with that! you wouldn’t say the same for the way she treated you after… feeling up your soaked panties from underneath her skirt with her fingers and laughing mockingly… berating you so much bcs here you were, powerless under her, trying to push her away, but you were so wet! and your body completely ignored what you wanted… slightly grinding against yujin’s hand just to feel something more down there.. yujin loved seeing that 😋😋

“this skirt is too cute on you… let’s leave it as it is, hm?” and then she pulls off your panties, not wasting another second before pressing her thumb against your clit just to make you whine loudly for her �� yujinnie’s the one that decides whether you’re ready or not :(( you’re moaning in both pain and pleasure as she inserts two digits inside you so slowly… having to grip her arm bcs you don’t know where to put your hands :(( gosh you were adorable! and ofc yujin fucks you like she fucks any other girl that are stupid enough to get involved with a psychopath like her! rough and so painfully fast! “mm… good girl! you’re getting used to this quickly, huh?” you really weren’t though :((

it was frustrating… bcs it both hurt and felt so good! 😵‍💫 you didn’t know how to feel, let alone think! not a single coherent word left your mouth while yujin busied hers with licking and sucking on your nipples.. your arms wrapped all around her, pushing her closer to you bcs this was the one good thing that she’s done… having to bite onto her shirt just to conceal your noises but she didn’t like that! 🫣 she’d push you back, glaring down at you while she abused your pussy harder than ever if that was even possible! ah, but if you think you were done after cumming on her fingers... well, you were dumber than you actually were 🤭

her being even more unforgiving with her cock :(( just completely disregarding your pained cries and your pleads for her to slow down.. feeling the tip of her cock ram into unknown places inside you, her thickness being such a perfect fit in your tight cunt... yujin was completely addicted! she should've been quicker and fucked you way before if your pussy felt this good around her dick 😳😳 she fucks you with a mocking grin, knowing you were completely powerless to do anything against her.. eventually you just laid there, shaking and moaning her name as she uses you...

"you wanna.. ah, fuck... you wanna know how it feels to be bred full, princess?" oh, come on, this is yujin! ofc she doesn't wait for an answer! you couldn't utter a word that wasn't her name and a bunch of nonsense anyway! laying there as yujin dumped every single drop of her cum inside you.. feeling the warm fluid seep inside your walls while yujin stared at you with only filthy obsession in her eyes... you just looked way too pretty under her, you can't blame her for fucking and breeding you that entire afternoon! 💕

[starzioo]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓. 𝐈𝐂𝐘.

This is a AU Theo One-Shot! You’re a figure skater and he’s a hockey player. I mean come onnnn you’re telling me he wouldn’t play hockey in an AU?

NO WARNINGS JUST FLUFF! ^.^

As you and your friends enter the cold skating arena you see the hockey team. This wouldn't be a problem besides for the fact that the figure skating team had already scheduled the rink for today. You were the head of the figure skating team so naturally it was your duty to figure out why there was a ton of sweaty boys on the ice where your team was supposed to be practicing for the next comp. The boys still hadn't noticed your team coming inside. 'Oblivious as always' you think to yourself as you lace up your skates.

Once you were fit to be on the ice you entered the rink. "NOTT!" You yelled for the captain as the boys were all practicing drills. They were all yelling at each other rough housing while practicing, so regardless of your effort he still couldn't hear you. You skated closer. "NOTT!" One of the boys finally notice you and jabs Theo's arm to get him to turn around. You were fuming. Ofcourse, on the days leading up to the upcoming competition he would be the one to interrupt your scheduled practice. You and Theo didn't have the greatest of relationships. He would always make comments about how figure skating wasn't a real sport or invalidate your team. You couldn't stand him. Ohh and better yet whenever you two would rarely have the occasional interaction, he would every time, without fail, tease you enough to wear you would just have to walk away.

"Nott. What the hell do you think you're doing here?" You say nearly out raged as you skate up to him. "Why, what ever do you mean Y/n, and whatever happened to hello?" "You know exactly what I mean! Don't try to act so innocent. You knew that we were supposed to have the ice today!" You say crossing your arms looking up at the tall boy, brows furrowed. He towered over you, you weren't gonna lie here but Theo was practically eye candy. He was tall, broad shoulders, slim waist, his striking stormy eyes, and golden locks would be enough to make any girl fold. But not you. His personality and past actions to you and your team was enough to make you be repulsed by him. Or at least so you thought. "No we were scheduled to have the ice. Not like you would actually be doing anything useful on it." He slightly mumbled and snickered the last part. The rest of the hockey team shared laughs with eachother from the comment. "Check the schedule on the board dimwit! We are scheduled every sunday, wednesday, and friday, and guess what? It's friday." You say staring intently at the boy. He pauses. "Well coach told us we can take the ice whenever we please as long as we're practicing." He says shrugging. "I don't care what 'YoUr CoAch SaYs' we are scheduled to be here and I don't plan on leaving." You say with no intention of folding to wishes. His team 'oooo's at your remark. Theo looks around the rink then sighs. "We have an upcoming game-" "And we have an upcoming competition." You interrupt. He sighs, "How about we share the ice, but just for today. We'll take left and you guys can have the other half." His team erupts in groans and 'cmonn's. You consider his suggestion, "I'll have to discuss that." You say sighing.

You skate back to your team who are all waiting at the front of the arena. When they see you approaching they all start asking questions, 'are we gonna be able to practice today?' 'Are they gonna leave or what?' "So...Nott said that we can split the ice for today." The girls groan at the thought of sharing the arena with the sweaty boys. "They have an upcoming game and we have our competition...if you guys don't wanna practice today that's fine but that just means on sunday we're gonna have to be earlier and stay later." You say shrugging giving them their options. The girls chatter and formulate their thoughts together. The hockey team watches from the rink. "So?" You ask the girls. "We should just share the ice for today, none of us wanna stay late on sunday...I mean it's a school night. It's just not gonna fit." One of the girls speak up. "Mmok." You sigh. "Just lace up and get ready to run your routines okay? We'll try to make the best of the space we have." You say reassuring the girls, then skate back to Theo. "We'll share the ice for today.." They groan, you roll your eyes. "And Nott so help me, if I see one puck or player on our side of the arena it's not gonna be pretty." You say glaring up at Theo, he rolls his eyes. "Whatever you say Y/n...Pleasure doing business with you" He smirks extending his hand for you to shake it. "No thank you." You say turning around and skating back to the girls. You explain the conditions and what not. You lay out little orange cones down the middle of the arena to signify the 'border' between the two teams.

The girls ran their routines with limited space. As captain you were to make sure the girl's routines were as close to perfect as possible, all while trying to perfect yours. There was already enough stress not including the fact you had to share the arena. While most of the girls were taking a break, you decided to run your routine since you had more space. All of your routine was going smoothly, nearly perfect actually, until you failed to land your double axel. You would've landed it if it wasn't for the hockey puck that had slid underneath you skate. As the blade and the puck hit each other you fell to the ground. Flat on your ass. Your eyes shut and face scrunched from the sudden fall. You look for the reason you didn't land, your eyes lay on the hockey puck. You were furious. The girls had already rushed up to you to see if you were okay, they helped you up. The boys stood across the rink mouths agape preparing for the ass ripping you were about to give them. You grab the hockey puck and skate up to Theo who was already approaching you. "Nott what the fuck is this? I told you to no pucks on our side! Exactly for that reason!" You say gesturing towards where you fell. "Y/n, I'm sorry. It's not like we did it intentionally!" He tries to reason. "Keep it on your side." You say pressing the heavy puck into his chest, slightly pushing him back.

You skate back to outside the rink to catch a break and get some water. The rest of the girls stay on the ice glaring daggers at the boys while they resume practicing. The rest of the girls run through their routines again, you give them notes and help them perfect every small thing. The rest of practice went smoothly, the boys not daring to let a puck even get close to the cones. After about 2 hours the boys had all left the rink and went to the shower rooms or had just left entirely. You say goodbye to your team, giving them small hugs. You were then left alone on the ice.

Since your fall you decided you would stay late and run your routines until the janitors came. You cleared the cones and ran your routine from the top. Finally you were able to land your double axel without the worry of hockey pucks. Your routine included many tricks and techniques. You landed two more double axels after the first and after a couple more swift tricks your routine was done. As you finished you heard clapping coming from the front of the rink. You surprised, immediately all your attention was on the tall boy who was intently watching you. "Oh piss off Nott." You roll your eyes skating to your water. "What? I was being serious, ya know Y/n you might be changing my mind on if figure skating is a real sport." He teased leaning against the entrance of the rink. You scoff. "For starters it is. I would like to see you land those tricks." You take a sip of your water. "Oh really? I can't see how it could be that hard, all you're doing is twirling." He rolls his eyes. You set your water down and cross your arms. "Okay then, do it." You shrug. He gets on the ice and skates up to you. "Watch me." He says with his usual absolutely massive ego. You lean against the railing and gesture for him to go. He tries to imitate your routine and then tries to go for the double axel.

*BOOM*

He landed straight on his ass, just like you did, but twenty times harder. He groans laying flat on his back on the ice. You can't help but start laughing at the sight. Covering your mouth you lean forward absolutely consumed with laughter. "Oh shut it Y/n." He says sitting up. You continue laughing. "I'm really gonna need them to pull the camera footage of that." You say in between your fits of laughter. He's finally back on his feet. "I could've landed that if I really wanted to." He says acting nonchalant as he comes back to you. You raise an eye brow. "Oh really?" "Yup." He says shrugging. "God, and you say figure skating isn't a real sport?" "Well maybe my opinions might be in the route of changing..." He says lightly laughing. "As much as I would like to see you fall on your ass again, I need to run my routine a couple more times." You say folding your arms looking up at him. "Oh uhm, I actually wanted to apologize for earlier...with the whole, uh y'know..." He says scratching the back of his head. You sigh "It's whatever, not like I actually got injured or anything." You say looking anywhere but his eyes. "But what if?" He says softly, eyebrows slightly furrowed. His usual nonchalant teasing tone now completely washed away. His small remark made you pay your attention back to him, you tilt your head slightly. "I...uhm..." You say with a small voice. His icy eyes staring intently into yours. The tension is thick. The air between you going thin. "I don't know how I could've made it up to you if you got hurt...I just...I know we've had our differences, but I just wanna make things right." He says softly placing a reassuring hand on your arm, his thumb rubbing up and down gently. You glance down at his hand then back up at him. "Uhm...I...uh.." You say quietly. A dusty pink rising to your cheeks, maybe it was just from the cold atmosphere, or maybe not. You've never found yourself flustered around him before. Seeing this side of him was weird. He actually cared? Your mind was blank, you were unable to formulate any words.

You two stand in the middle of the rink. The lights from above shining down on you two. "I wanted to let you know I'm not some complete jerk I guess..." His eyes glancing all around your face. He towered over you, normally it wouldn't have mattered, but being in this position right now you felt completely vulnerable under his soft touch. You just looked up at him, your eyelashes fluttering. When you saw his eyes linger down to your lips your heart nearly stopped. As for when he began to slowly dip his head down to yours, you froze. His lips ghosted yours for a second. With his hand still lingering on your arm, he softly connected his lips with yours. His free hand gliding gently up to the side of your face. The second his soft lips touched yours, you immediately gave into the kiss. In an arena of cold ice, your body was anything but cold. Your hands snaked up to either side of his neck and face. His lips were like plush, tenderly moving against yours. He pulls away resting his forehead against yours. Your eyes flutter open. His eyes fixated on yours. Your chest rising up and down with every flustered breath you take.

"HEY LOVE BIRDS WE'RE CLOSED!"

Almost in an instant you both rip away from each other to see the janitor standing at the entrance of the arena donut in hand. "Oh uhm!" You say completely embarrassed, your fingertips cover your lips. You and Theo both stand there just staring at him. "Well cmon, I gotta get to cleaning." The janitor says rushing you guys to get going. You both skate to the entrance not saying a word. You quickly change out of your skates and pack your bag. Theo doing the same. You both walk to the exit together still no words being said. "Well, uhm, goodnight Theo." You say trying to exit the building as fast as possible still completely unbelieving what just happened. As you try to walk away Theo's warm hand grasps your wrist pulling you back close to him. "Y/n...just...I've been wanting to do that for so long, please just give me one chance, one chance to show you I'm not who you think I am." He says tenderly looking down at you. "Okay..." You say eyes connecting with his. "Dinner? Tomorrow at 7?" "Yeah.." A small smile grows on your face. "Okay, i'll text you okay?" "Okay, goodnight Theo.." you say softly. Stand on your tippy toes planting a gentle but sweet kiss on his cheek.

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This is soooo cute rahhhh!

[court-jobi]

For Your Eyes Only

💥Poll Reveal: Birthday Special💥

Pairing: Bakugou x tattooed!reader (fitting theme for biker!reader, no?)

Words: 2.2k

Rating: 18+ (heavy smexy insinuations near the end)

Warnings: NSFWish, reunited lovers, partial undressing, body worship, tattoos, possessive!Bakugou, basically foreplay, implied sexual touch, reunited and it feels so good

Summary:

Someone's missed their Pro-Hero while he's been off lighting up villains for seven weeks straight. The meantime does gives you the brilliant idea for a gorgeous new tattoo, though... all for your darling hero as a birthday present while he's away on mission, so you can keep the freshly inked secret close to your chest. Pretty nice surprise waiting for Bakugou to unwrap when he gets home, yeah?

A/N: Remember THIS POLL? Y'all gave me some splendid direction, thanks so much to everyone who voted! Might still very well run with some leftover ideas and make another fic for our other recipient (Birdie Boy Hawks), but hope you enjoy the winner~

For my My Hero Academia Masterlist, check it out here!

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"Ready for a surprise?"

Shrugging off his shoulder strap, Bakugou stares after you in snarky disbelief. He hasn’t even taken his shoes off yet, dammit. Still, he can’t help but smile.

"Hmm a surprise, huh? Takes a lot to surprise me, sweet thing…"

"Oh, I think I've done it this time,” you swing your hips on your way to the kitchen. “You haven't noticed it yet in all our calls- though I guess you haven't really had much chance to, lately."

"Tch– don't remind me,” he toes off his travel shoes by the table. “This whole ‘secret agent’ bullshit took way longer than I thought it would- been dying to get back to you. Haven't talked to you in days, or had decent reception enough to look at a photo in weeks; forget anything else. Speaking of…c’mere you.”

Bakugou slinks towards you, though you back up away from him, tugging your yukata taught from the back so he couldn't make a grab for it.

“What’re you runnin’ way for, heh??”

"Not letting you spoil it so fast there, babe~!”

You hop onto the kitchen counter with a couple careful adjustments to the overlapping ends of your robe, –sweet, sexy appeal coating your words.

"If you're gonna unwrap it, you've got to have a good view."

Bakugou teased the tip of his canines with an appreciative chuckle.

"You're my present, are ya?"

"Something like that."

Bakugou eyed you over with sneaky wonder. What on earth could you be hiding. 

His attention trailed down your legs- socked, but otherwise bare. He steps closer to you, wedging between your legs with a forceful jut of his hips, and cups your jaw into a long, starved kiss. You won't be getting out from under his grasp anytime soon, he's makin’ damn sure of that. 

It’s not your first kiss since Bakugou’s arrival through the door, but deeper than that quickie peck you'd given him at first sight. You’d hugged him tight around the neck in perfect bliss after such a long separation– only to dart away, killing any of his plans to never let you go. 

That long-awaited kiss of greeting was kept painfully brief by Bakugou’s standards– followed immediately by your retreat to the kitchen, where you’re now acting the most secretive you ever have in your entire relationship. 

He'd be crushed if he wasn't so confused. 

Parting, he rumbles directly into your waiting mouth.

"What are you up to, pretty?"

"No funny business. Just a great surprise." 

You’re toying with his hoodie’s knotted ends, cinching and uncinching the knots and seeking shy permission to strip him. Bakugou lets you, shedding his pullover that reeks of airport and leaving him in the black compression shirt he could trademark- wrinkled, half-rucked up his abs, and perfect.

To his surprise, you seem pleased enough with this level of undress and stop tugging on him altogether. At the moment where he’d expected you to slip his pants loose next, you merely push him back into place between your knees. Doing so allows the space to scoot just so towards the edge of the counter. 

You brace back on your palms, posture up and cutting your sights down to where his hands trail across your waist: he’s calculating your moves for hints, few as they are.

"Go on and open it."

Bakugou's brow still worked together as he fought his edging smile. 

What on earth could this be? His first best guess would be something sexy to wear, but he honestly finds that pointless since nothing lasts that long on you, anyhow. A laced-up view would be the most mouthwatering sight for the man who’s been starved of you for seven straight weeks… but he reckons this has to hold bigger shock factor. 

Following your lead and gentle instruction, Bakugou sweeps an eager hand back with a jerk to untie your sash and then bends over to divide the curtain of your kimono to your hips, granting him the sweet heat of your calves, knees, thighs, and-- 

Bakugou's jaw goes slack.

Atop your left leg, creased at the flesh of your hip lay his intended surprise: a fully realized tattoo of gorgeous black and grayed ink. 

The center of it all bore a gorgeously stylized pawprint -left empty of pigment for contrast- digging in slightly to the flesh, deliciously possessive, as if the full body were howling its word of ‘mine’ into the night. 

Claiming its territory. Guarding its beloved.

Naturally, the design didn't stop there. The paw and its indentions laid surrounded by a burst of swirls and sparks resembling firework patterns: some as sunbursts, some as residual trails of light intermixing with haze. The most notable hailed the shape of ‘Dynamight’s fanned accents– mimicking the rays of the earth’s brightest star– known by just about every folklore believer for strength and victory.

This shading is impeccable: saturated to perfection and a gorgeous display of artistry. There are billows of ombre smoke that spread throughout the design, creating a nebulous effect throughout the background, leaning into uncanny imagery of a certain someone’s quirk.

Each element features his take on ‘lucky charms’~ branded right there on your skin. 

The symbol was divine… and for a man with a faster tongue unafraid to speak his mind, Bakugou has no words.

Dumbstruck and in utter awe, Bakugou's fingers trail in slow motion towards your newest addition of skin ink. He releases a breath he hadn't realized he was holding back, crouching subconsciously to one side, revealing more and more skin with the lift of the kimono. The hipband of your underwear cut off the very spiky peak of a spark, but it didn't hide much of the body of the tattoo- all was plenty visible from the hip, down your thigh.

You sneak in a cautious breath with proud anticipation, drinking in Bakugou's every soft reaction. A little huff escapes your nose seeing your partner’s mouth hung open from the moment he locks sight of your leg– sights which have never parted since. 

Not to speak, not to swallow, barely to blink.

"Happy birthday, Katsuki~" you nearly sing.

Finally, Bakugou tears himself from his trance to lock into your brilliant eyes, their bright points muted in this low light by the kitchen window.

"When-- hah- ho-?"

"You were gone almost two months, honey," you reminded with a twinge of sultry pride. "Once you got orders on the op, I booked the outline, then another session for the fill. Healed up just in time for you to come crashing in the door."

With your non-balancing hand, you twine your fingers over his, swiping over the lower half of the tattoo. The movement matches the curve of the curling tufts of smoke laid there.

Bakugou follows as you move his hand along by your guidance, leading him lazily until you trace it down to the bottom, not wanting to cover up anything.

Taking a slow knee to study it with careful hands cupping your thighs, you coo light in your chest with a loving stroke on your hero’s arm as Bakugou gets comfortable on his knees.

"This-- this is days worth of work, for you.." Bakugou muttered breathlessly.

"‘Bout three full days, start to finish. Larza did such a good job, didn’t they." you beam, crediting your artist. With a little sparkle, you hedge your newly revealed excitement, "--Do you like it?"

Bakugou's squint through his surprised joy was adorable- though he'd deny ever resembling anything close to the word.

"Sweet’eart... S'fucking gorgeous."

His weak slack-jawed look turned into a grin, which drives up into a breathless laugh. 

But Bakugou is not done marveling yet…

You rake through his wild hair lovingly, doubling the intimate experience. 

“Three days,” he husks, "That's a long time, angel. You stayed so still for this one- there's not a stroke outta place."

Recounting each of your other tattoos that lie either on both your arms or other bits of tender skin, this piece held significantly more ‘natural cushion’ to work with.

"Probably hurt the least of any of them, honestly. M'not gonna lie n’ say it was a breeze near the hip..but hell, was the finished product worth it."

At this, Bakugou finally shows an emotion other than ‘want’- a flash of concern tents his brow and firms his lips as he lifts up to you.

You could laugh about it now; all discomfort is long gone after the insanely prickly healing process.

"Not too much of course! Just the usual. But the itching- oof, that wasn't funny. Had to hide out here for the first two days- couldn't wear any clothes over it yet. Just me, your pillow, my Kindle, and a vat of lotion to keep me from going out of my mind from the blistering. N’ I couldn’t handle talking to you, or else y-"

“-You faked a head cold, you crafty little DUMBASS!!” 

Bakugou pieced together your ‘random’ excuse for those days when he’d tried to touch base with you.

The sidenote of spending that much time alone -wearing next to nothing- sends Bakugou reeling into lust again in a heartbeat; all while you giggle at your successful ruse. 

Gifts to your lifemate have all carried meaning and touched on every part of his identity. Whether it was a symbol of your connection, or a splurge that he’d been pining for but far too tight-fisted to award himself, you stepped in and would take extra care into a special, well-thought out present on these occasions you felt were worth celebrating– even if he’d sooner forget. 

Bakugou’s arrival home landing on his birthday was a true afterthought to him; but not to you. 

Your skin laid newly adorned with more stunning art– but more notably, laid nearly bare under his hands. Right where he craved them, and right where he could smell your very essence - just a little closer. 

It’s no secret how much he loves every inch of you -inside and out- and in every curve and crevasse… and it’s here that his brain clicks together why you’d sat so precariously on the counter now.

Bakugou thanks you with his whole chest, the lovesick aura glowing even more beautiful with its rawness.

"This is absolutely beautiful- I love it, baby,” your striking boyfriend declares the impact your gift has had on him, "Fuck me, this is-- first the rings, then the new gauntlets, now this?"

"Well, anyone can see those first two in broad daylight,” you sass… then softer, “This one's just for you, Kats..."

"Damn right it is," Bakugou leans down, eyeing you before laying a euphoric kiss on the tip of your hipbone.

Heated lips kiss the same spot again, slower this time. Then another, further down. And again, and again- covering the art with wet lovemarks. You've moisturized the tattoo expertly, treating it with an essence of mango and verbena filling his senses– and a light coconutty taste, as he'd learned from the last time you'd gotten one done on your shoulder. 

Passing over the wolf’s claws, Bakugou bared his teeth ever so much, rumbling a happy growl to make you laugh- then moan. Pleasure, adoration, obsession.

With a flash of crimson up to you,  Bakugou hungered low and deeper still,

"Sounds like torture, angel. Don't know how you invite that sorta pain over and over…” 

Affected by his slow worship along your leg, you subconsciously tuck that leg in; anything to give him more space to cover, make sure nothing is missed.

“I keep tellin’ ya, it's not too bad. You’d look pretty hot with some ink, yourself.”

While the man disagrees with a playful sarcasm, his respect for both your thoughtfulness -and pain tolerance- is enough to get him hard.

Bakugou fantasizes about the whole process: taking a wildly rapid pen to you, laid on your side naked from the waist down, drawn u[on as a living, breathing canvas… all with the sole intention to be marked for his eyes only, forever. 

Three whole days.. Bakugou mulls over the work you’ve done. The statement you’ve made with this gift. The proud look in your eyes that doesn’t regret a single stroke, and has chosen to celebrate its claim on your body by giving him full rights to every inch of you…

“Wasn’t even ‘ere to hold your hand through it…” Bakugou offers sweetly. He would have been at your side, had he not been off saving the world yet again. 

A touch of dominance comes through his observation, eliciting a delightful reaction he knows will follow. You affirm; giving a sweet, pliant moan of agreement, while you shake your head in a ‘no’ for your past loneliness. You’re ordinarily plenty self-sufficient even in his absences, but play the role of the left-behind lover adorably well.

While one powerful hand teases needy fingers over the seam of your underwear with the intent to rip them off and another reaches for your ankle with plans to chuck it over his shoulder, the birthday boy relishes in the sights, sounds, and feel of you already–

“...I should make up for your troubles now, shouldn't I?” Bakugou rumbles like spring’s telltale thunder in front of your core, ready and waiting to taste, “Gotta thank you properly, yeah?"

[runningincircl3s]

Blood Sport

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Chapter Ten

masterlist

chapter warnings: none!! kinda a filler chapter? :)

okay so i've been slacking with my writing recently lmao, i only have a few more pre-written chapters left before i run out so i want to lock in this weekend and write!!

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It was the second day of the festival, and the first time that Bad Omens were headlining. To say Noah was stressed would be a massive understatement.

He’d tried to play it cool that morning, acting like the pressure wasn’t getting to him, but it was obvious. You could see it in the way his jaw stayed tight, how he barely touched his tea, how he hadn’t even made a single sarcastic comment all day.

Matt wasn’t much better. He was pacing the gravel outside the trailer like it was a treadmill, muttering to himself about setlists, lighting cues, and potential tech disasters. Meanwhile, Folio and Jolly were lounging in fold-out chairs with ice creams in hand, soaking up the sun like it was just another day.

You sat nearby, drumming your fingers against your knee as the faint sound of Catch Your Breath’s set drifted over from the main stage, but the sound was drowned out by Matt's stressing.

“Matt, chill.” Nick said without looking up from his ice cream, “You’re gonna wear a hole into the ground.”

“Seriously,” Jolly added, stretching his legs out. “You’re making me anxious.”

Matt shot them a glare.

“I’m making you anxious? Good. You're acting like this is nothing, don't you guys realise how serious this is?”

The guys just shrugged and you smothered a laugh behind your hand and glanced toward the trailer. From inside, you could hear Noah running through vocal warm-ups. Even through the walls, his voice was sharp, clear, and too beautiful.

“You sure he’s okay?” You asked, tilting your head toward the door.

Folio shrugged.

“It’s Noah. He’ll be fine once he’s on stage.”

But you weren’t so sure. Whatever had happened between you two the other night hadn’t just vanished, but you could already feel the old walls starting to creep back up. You’d thought about checking on him, just to ease your own nerves, but you knew better. If he wanted space, he meant it.

The trailer door swung open a few minutes later, and there he was, hair messy from his hands, a flush on his cheeks like he’d been pacing, too. His eyes scanned past you like you weren’t even there. He grabbed a water bottle from the cooler beside Jolly’s chair and twisted the cap off with a sharp flick of his wrist.

“You good?” Folio asked.

“Yeah,” Noah muttered, taking a long drink. “Sounds bad but I'm just ready to get it over with.”

…

A few hours later, the guys were getting ready to go on. The energy was like nothing else, a mixture of anxiety and excitement made them buzz, except for Noah. 

He stood off to the side, head down, lost in his own world, toying with a loose thread on his mask. You wanted to say something, but what could you even say? Was there anything you could say that wouldn't make it any worse?

And then, like he could feel your eyes on him, Noah glanced over.

For a split second, everything slowed.

He didn’t smile. Didn’t nod. But he didn't look away, he just held your gaze.

So you walked over.

“No pressure,” you said softly, voice barely above the rumble of the crowd on the other side of the stage. “This is only like, a super big deal.”

He huffed a dry laugh, but didn’t look away.

“Really?” he murmured, “Never would’ve thought.”

You stepped closer, the noise around you fading. 

“You sure you’re okay?”

Noah swallowed, jaw tight. 

“I will be. Once I’m out there.”

“You’re gonna kill it, y’know. Always fucking do…”

“Yeah... I know.” 

“And if you suck, I can always take over.” You smirked.

“Thanks.” He chuckled.

You nodded slowly. Then, without really thinking, you reached for his gloved hand, the one still clenched around the mask, and gently wrapped your fingers around his.

And he didn’t pull away.

For a moment, you both stood in silence, his eyes fixed on the way your thumb rubbed the back of his hand. And when he finally looked up again, there was something different in his eyes. His expression was softer.

“Stay by the stage?” he asked, barely above a whisper. “Just for the first song.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you had to bite back the emotion that rose too quickly in your throat. You nodded.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice steady. “Of course.”

A voice crackled through someone’s headset: One minute.

Noah let go, stepped back, rolling his shoulders before he pulled his mask on, and you made him bend down so you could adjust it for him. 

The rest of the guys had already left, and Noah adjusted his in-ears as he waited for his cue. 

Then it was finally time. The crowd screamed. He gave you one last smile, a genuine smile, beneath his mask before picking up his mic.

And then Noah Sebastian walked on stage like he owned the world, like he was the fucking king.

And good lord did they put on a hell of a show. 

Noah’s stage presence tonight was like nothing you’d seen before, and his voice… He in fact did not suck. You had never seen them play with this much enthusiasm before, like this wasn’t just their job, this was their passion, their purpose. 

This is what they lived for.

You couldn’t help but feel a little emotional knowing this was their last show for this album cycle, but you were glad you were here to watch. Their energy tonight was just unmatched, you truly had no words to describe it. 

As Noah spoke to the crowd, thanking them for coming out, telling them this was their first ever festival they were headliners for, you knew what song was about to come next, which one they were going to finish off with, and a part of you braced yourself to hear Just Pretend again. 

The lyrics had an extra meaning to you tonight, after what he had told you the other night. 

You chuckled to yourself for a moment, I guess love really is the death of peace of mind. 

You’d save that one for later. 

…

“Y/n, I have something to tell you, and I need you to promise you won’t get mad.” Folio turned around in the passenger seat, looking suspiciously guilty.

You, wedged between Noah and Jolly in the back of the van, immediately narrowed your eyes. The guys had come off stage sweaty and full of adrenaline, but after showering and eating, they were all winding down, except for Folio, who was still way too energetic for this time of night.

And now a part of you was curious. A part of you was panicking. 

“…What is it?”

“I might’ve told the guys we could have a hot tub party at our place next week, for finishing the album-”

“We don’t even have a hot tub!”

Folio winced. 

“Okay. This is where I need you to not get mad…”

Your stomach dropped. 

“Nick. What did you do?”

He hesitated. 

“…I may have bought a hot tub..."

“Where the fuck are we putting a hot tub?!” You laughed at how ridiculous this was. “What about my vegetable patch!”

“Hey, you promised not to get mad!”

“Did not!”

Noah, who had been silent the entire ride, cracked an eye open from where he was slumped against the window. 

“In her defence, she never said she would.”

Folio huffed, turning back to you. 

“Okay, maybe I should’ve asked first, but just think about it… imagine all the sick parties we could throw! Or even just coming home from a stressful day and getting in the tub!”

“…I guess it’s not a bad idea.” You sighed, rubbing your temples. 

Folio grinned, triumphant. 

“See! I knew you’d be down for a hot tub party. It’s gonna be sick, just wait.”

…

By the time you got back to the hotel, exhaustion had finally caught up to you. Between running around all day, the rush of the festival, and the chaos that was Folio impulsively buying a hot tub, you were ready to pass out.

You didn’t say much as you followed Noah into the hotel room. Neither did he.

The silence wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable either. It was… something else.

Noah tossed his bag onto the chair in the corner and immediately pulled his hoodie over his head, revealing the tank top underneath. His tattoos stretched with the motion, and you had to force yourself not to look.

You cleared your throat, walking over to your bag to grab some pyjamas. 

“Dibs on the bathroom!” You called. 

Noah let out a breath of amusement as he flopped down onto the bed. 

“Okay.” 

You turned to look at him, meeting his eyes just for a second. 

“Wow, you didn’t even fight me for it, you must be tired.” You chuckled.

His head sank into the pillow, his voice quieter now. 

“Yeah. A little.”

You hesitated.

Something about him felt off. Maybe it was the way he had been so quiet on the ride back, or maybe it was the way his shoulders still looked tense, like he was carrying something he couldn’t put down. Maybe it was just the comedown from the show, but maybe it was something else...

You wanted to ask if he was okay, but you didn’t.

Instead, you grabbed your things and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

When you came out, fresh-faced and in an oversized t-shirt, Noah was still awake, sitting up in bed, scrolling mindlessly through his phone. 

You climbed into your side of the bed, pulling the covers over yourself, but sleep didn’t come as easily as you thought it would. For a while the glow of Noah’s phone screen was the only light in the room, casting a faint blue hue against the walls, until he had set it down with a sigh. 

But still neither of you could sleep. 

You heard him sigh after a while, so you sat back up. 

“You’re thinking too loud." You murmured, turning to face him.

Noah let out a quiet laugh, the first real one of the night. 

“Didn’t realise that was a thing.”

“Well, it is. What’s on your mind?”

He hesitated, then sighed. 

“Nothing.”

You didn’t believe him, but you didn’t push.

He picked his phone back up, and there was another beat of silence. Then he spoke again.

“You were right, by the way.”

You blinked sleepily. 

“About what?”

“Earlier. When you said I’d kill it. I really didn’t think I had it in me tonight, but we really fucked it up out there. I'm glad you were here for it.”

That caught you off guard.

Noah wasn’t the type to accept compliments easily, let alone bring them up himself.

Your lips curled into a small smile. 

“Thanks... I always know what I’m talking about. You should listen to me more.”

He set his phone back down on the nightstand. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He glanced over at you, the room too dark to read his expression. “Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight, concrete boy.”

You closed your eyes with a little smirk.

Neither of you said anything else. Neither of you fell asleep right away, either.

…

The soft creak of the bathroom door opening stirred you from sleep. You blinked against the morning light filtering through the hotel curtains.

Then, you saw him.

Noah stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling around him from the lingering heat of his shower. A towel hung dangerouslt low on his hips, droplets of water still clinging to his tattooed skin. His damp hair fell messily over his face as he gently shook his head, stretching slightly before rolling his neck and shoulders.

Yeah. You’ve woken up in your own personal hell. 

You didn’t mean to stare. You really didn’t.

But how could you not when he looked like that?

Then, just as you were about to snap yourself out of it, he flexed.

It was subtle- just a stretch, and a slow roll of his shoulders as he reached into his bag- but you knew. The way his biceps tensed just enough, the way his abs clenched slightly as he shifted. It was intentional.

Your thighs pressed together, fingers curling into the sheets. 

Asshole.

You swallowed, dragging your gaze upward before he could-

Too late.

Noah smirked. Just slightly, just enough to let you know he definitely caught you.

“Morning.” He said, voice a little rough from sleep.

You forced yourself to play it cool, clearing your throat as you sat up. 

“Morning.”

He didn’t move right away, just stood there, towel still in place, so dangerously low, watching you with that amused little glint in his eyes. Like he knew what you were thinking. Like he was waiting for you to crack.

Instead, you huffed and looked away, reaching for your phone. 

He chuckled, finally turning back to his bag, rummaging for clothes. 

“Sleep okay?” He asked casually, as if he hadn’t just been showing off in front of you on purpose.

“Yeah. You?” You exhaled, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. 

He hummed in response, pulling a shirt over his head. You weren’t sure if it was an answer or if he just didn’t feel like talking about it.

You hated how you felt fuzzy inside, it was clear he was doing it on purpose, the playful glint in his eye gave it away. 

But you knew just how you’d get him back, you were planning it already. 

You knew exactly what you would do. 

“Excited for Folio’s hot tub party next week?” You asked, an innocent smile on your face, not letting on that what you were plotting in your mind was far from innocent.

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[reixona]

This time, it's a story about Ace, what is about Ace? he doesn't really have any traumatic back story like the others? so what might this story's all about?? (I don't know how to make an intro for my stories like this, so bear 🐻 with me ;-;) ==============

The Heartslabyul dormitory was quiet at night, but Yuu could still hear the echoes of their own footsteps against the stone floor. They had been searching for Ace for over an hour, checking every nook and cranny of the campus, only to find him here—perched on a windowsill in the empty lounge, his back turned toward them. Moonlight spilled through the glass, casting a glow on his red-and-white uniform, but something about his silhouette looked smaller than usual. “Ace,” Yuu called softly, but he didn’t turn. They stepped closer. “You skipped dinner. Trey was looking for you.” A beat of silence. Then, Ace finally spoke. “So what? Not like I was in the mood to eat.” His voice lacked its usual teasing tone, sounding quieter, duller.

Yuu hesitated before moving closer, leaning against the wall beside him. “What’s wrong?” Ace let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. “Nothing.” They knew that was a lie. Ace always acted like nothing could touch him, like everything was just a game, but Yuu had been around long enough to see through it. The way his fingers gripped the edge of the windowsill, the way his knee bounced restlessly.

It was all a mask, barely holding itself together. “…Did something happen?” Yuu asked. Ace scoffed. “Do you ever stop worrying about people?” “No.” They crossed their arms. “Especially not about my friends.” Ace finally turned to face them, and Yuu felt their stomach drop. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by a bitter expression. His eyes, usually so full of mischief, were clouded over with something darker.

'doubt?' Yuu thought “Yeah? What if I don’t want to be your ‘friend’ right now?” The words stung more than they should have. Yuu clenched their jaw, forcing themselves to stay calm. “Then tell me what you do want.” Ace laughed, but it was hollow. “I want to stop feeling like this,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. “Like I’m constantly trying to prove something and it’s never enough.” Yuu frowned. “This is about your brother, isn’t it?” Ace flinched. Just slightly, but Yuu caught it. ���…He’s coming to visit next week,” Ace admitted, his voice strained. “And I already know how it’s gonna go. He’ll show up, flash that stupid perfect smile, do a few magic tricks that’ll blow everyone away, and then act all ‘big brotherly’ like he’s proud of me. Like I’m some little kid who still needs encouragement.” There was venom in his tone, but underneath it, Yuu could hear the exhaustion. The frustration. The pain. “…You hate him?” Yuu asked. Ace let out a shaky breath. “No. I just... I hate how I feel when I’m around him.” He swallowed. “Like I’m still in his shadow. Like no matter what I do, I’ll always just be ‘Ace Trappola, the little brother of the great magician.’” Yuu stayed quiet, letting his words settle. They had seen Ace get competitive before, seen him puff out his chest and show off, acting like he was the best at everything. But now they understood, it wasn’t about arrogance. It was about fear. Fear that he would never measure up. “…That’s not true,” Yuu finally said. “You’re more than just his little brother.” Ace snorted. “Yeah? Says who?” “Says me.” Yuu didn’t hesitate. “You’re Ace Trappola. You’re the guy who drives me crazy with his dumb jokes, but also the guy who never lets me feel alone in this crazy school. You’re annoying, but you’re also you. And that’s enough.” Ace blinked, caught off guard. He stared at them, as if trying to find some hint of a joke, but there was none. “…You’re really weird, you know that?” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. Yuu smiled, but before they could say anything, Ace’s voice dropped to a whisper. “…What if I don’t feel like I’m enough?” The words were barely audible, but Yuu heard them. And their heart ached. Without thinking, they reached out and took his hand. Ace stiffened. “Oi-” “Shut up for a second,” Yuu interrupted. Their fingers tightened around his. “You don’t have to prove anything, Ace. Not to your brother. Not to me. Just… be you.” Ace didn’t pull away. He didn’t look at them, either, just stared at the floor like he wasn’t sure what to say. Finally, he let out a quiet chuckle, but this time, it wasn’t bitter. “…You really suck at pep talks.” Yuu rolled their eyes. “Yeah, well, you suck at asking for help.” Ace finally turned to face them fully, and though his usual smirk wasn’t back yet, there was something softer in his gaze. Something real. “…Thanks,” he murmured. Yuu squeezed his hand once before letting go. “No problem,” they said, offering him a small smile. “Now, are you gonna come eat dinner, or do I have to drag you there?” Ace groaned, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward. “Ugh, fine. But only because I don’t want you whining about it for the rest of the night.” Yuu laughed, and for the first time that evening, Ace laughed too. It was small, barely more than a chuckle, but it was genuine. And for now, that was enough.

[allllium]

Master Plan Pt.1

Jason x Reader Fake Dating

~ This is a lot deeper than it was meant to be but the future chapters will be much lighter.

~ Talk of Jason's death. Kinda asshole Bruce.

~ WC: 1,224 [Fluffy friendship, Hurt/Comfort?]

~ You help Jason get everyone off his back

The door in front of your face whips open before you even knock, as if he's been expecting you.

“You're earlier than I thought you'd be.” Jason states as you push your way into his small apartment. All the curtains are shut and all the lights are off. If you didn't know any better you'd think he'd been sleeping.

“Alfred and Bruce are in one of their childish arguments again. No one stays long when Bruce has to cook.” He follows you into his living room, shutting the heavy door and watching you plop down on his couch.

“Definitely not one of his specialties.” You pat the spot on the couch next to you, urging him to sit. Instead, he stands intimidatingly in front of you, his arms crossed in clear annoyment. “Why are you here?”

“Food. Got any?” Jason is one of the best cooks you know, he has always preferred to eat in rather than out and picked up the habit very quickly.

He looks you up and down, not quite believing your answer. “Yeah, let's eat.”

“Let's.” You stand from the couch and head to his kitchen, his apartment is too small for an actual dining room or table.

You both sit at his counter eating in silence. You look around at his bland decor and spend a lot of focus on your food instead of making conversation. You want to talk to him but not offend him. For a while now he's been acting very strange, like somethings been on his mind.

“Are you gonna come to dinner next week?” You decide to finally ask. He hasn't come to one of Bruce's weekly dinners since they started. You get it. Bruce is only holding these dinners every week as a way to try and check in with Jason without actually checking in. They haven't had one proper conversation since Jason died.

“No, I'm good.”

“Can I ask why?” You drop your fork onto your plate and finally focus your gaze towards him.

“You know why.” He keeps his eyes on his food.

“No, I know the version you told everyone to keep them from bugging you about it but not the real one.”

“That is the real one.”

“Jason c'mon. You think I can't tell when you're lying to me.”

“Ever think I'm lying for a reason? I have no interest in talking to you.”

“Don't be a dick. I haven't done anything wrong.” You gather the dishes off the counter and put them in the sink to wash.

“You're here aren't you.”

“Oh is that what I've done wrong? If you want me to leave Jason, grow up and say it.”

You both stay silent, engaging in a tension filled staring contest.

“You want a drink?” He asks. Of course he doesn't want you to leave.

“And chips.” You walk back to the couch. A moment later Jason is at your side, sitting closer than needed. He hands you your chips and drinks, not saying anything.

“You're gonna have to talk eventually.” You start again.

“To you or him?”

“Me. If you don't wanna talk to Bruce that's your own right, but I have actually been trying and I haven't done anything wrong.”

Jason puts on some random comedy movie, the first thing he saw to hopefully put an end to your nagging.

“I haven't asked you to try.”

“You don't have to. You only have so long to act like this before everyone decides it's not worth it.”

“I'm not acting like anything.” Out of the corner of your eye, you can see him roll his eyes.

“You're being an asshole. I get you were hurt, in a way none of us will ever know. But you're never gonna stop feeling like this until you put in the effort.”

“And how do you suggest I do that?”

“I don't know Jason. Go to dinner, show them that you're okay, leave your house for once, or maybe just open the damn curtains and stop pretending the outside world doesn't exist.”

“Maybe if I hope enough it won't.”

“See that! You really want to live the rest of your life thinking like that? All you have to do is try a little bit and you will get so much better.”

“You don't know that.” He shrugs, still watching the stupid movie he put on.

“I do know that because I know you and I know what you're thinking. You don't want to try because everyone will see it, you're scared you'll fail and everyone will know.”

“I'm not scared of anything.” You burst out laughing. He stares at you, very unamused. “You're not funny.”

“Everyone is scared of something and that's okay. And it's okay to not be okay. No one expects you to be okay right now, they just want to know that eventually you will be. They're not trying to pressure you.”

“I don't want to act okay because they'll see right through it. I don't want to not act okay because I'll never hear the end of it. I just want to be okay.” You smile widely at him finally opening up.

“Hate to break it to you but you can't be yet, gotta get through all the other phases first. But you can be okay in front of them.”

“How would I do that?” He immediately retracts his question when he sees the smirk on your face. He even scoots away from you on the couch. “Whatever it is, no. I'd rather deal with them.”

“We fake date.”

“No, that's a terrible idea and the only reason you want to do that is to see if you can fool them.” You laugh again at how easy he reads your mind.

“Okay that's totally why I wanna do it but..”

“No buts. You get no buts. Don't you remember the last time you had an idea like this?” He exclaims.

You try to remember when that was but nothing comes to mind. “No I don't.”

“Exactly!”

“C'mon Jay, don't you want them off your back? Don't you wanna get better and not worry about them? And most of all don't you wanna trick everyone and prove I'm the smartest?” You half-joke.

“It's nice to see where your loyalties lie.” He holds back his smile.

“Don't lie, you wanna do it too. I know you like the back of my hand.”

“You don't even know the back of your hand.”

“Shut up. That's not the point.”

“Fine. Let's fake date, but when it goes horribly you’ll be the one to blame.”

“No I won't. I'd be the most amazing fake girlfriend ever. You're the one with no skills in this.”

“Who the fuck have you fake dated before” He rubs his hands over his face, already thinking of every way this could go wrong.

“Again not the point. We have to think of a backstory.”

“A backstory? It's not that serious.”

“Oh it definitely is. Bruce we can fool no problem but no way is Alfred or Damien falling for this without any planning.”

“Okay you might be right. Alfred knows everything.” He gets off the couch to grab a piece of paper. On his way back to you, he pauses. “Aren't you worried this might fuck up or friendship?”

“Oh please, nothing could do that.” You laugh.

[edsheeranong]

Sweet Pea x Fem OC

pt. 3

archie andrews twin sister, delilah, is fed up with him being overprotective. so when a cute serpent offers her an opportunity, she can't turn it down

delilah rushed to school the next morning, trying her hardest to avoid her brother. she felt a little bad about what she had said to him the night before but she also knew it was true.

ever since veronica's dad had come to town, archie had been spending a lot more time with the lodges. she was grateful for any amount of time without him, but she also knew the lodges weren't good people. she could deal with veronica, but her father was a whole different story.

"i think they're onto us," sweet pea whispered.

"what makes you say that?" delilah raised her eyebrow.

"jughead just asked me what my intentions with you are," he explained.

"what'd you say?"

"i told him i liked you, i just wanted to see where it would go," he said.

"okay," she paused. "hopefully he bought it. but no doubt my brother put him up to it," she leaned against her locker.

"i agree. but if jughead's also watching out for us we have to be more careful," sweet pea said.

"i guess so," she sighed. "i gotta get to class."

she started walking and sweet pea quickly caught up to her, putting an arm around her shoulders.

"what are you doing?" she asked quietly.

"keeping up the act, never know who your brother is recruiting," he said. they walked in silence the rest of the way to delilah's class.

"i'll see you later," she said, breaking out of his grasp and heading into the room. she took her seat and was quickly taken out of her thoughts by two hands slamming on her desk.

"who was that?" reggie asked, leaning over her desk.

"sweet pea," she told him, trying not to look at him.

"no shit, i know that," the bell rang and he took the seat in front of her and turned around. "why were you with him?"

"we're-" she started.

"going out? because last time i checked you told me archie would snap my neck if i tried to make a move on you," he interrupted.

"i guess he's not scared of my brother," she rolled her eyes at him.

"he should be because we beat his ass last time he tried us," reggie scoffed.

"really? because i heard you made dilton stab himself to get out of the fight," she said.

"that's not what happened," he said. he started to say something else but what interrupted by the teacher telling him to turn around and pay attention.

Delilah endured 1st period the best she could and made bee line for the door but a hand grabbed her before she could get very far. reggie pulled her off to the side and put both his arms out so she couldn't move.

"i thought we had something," he said.

"im sorry, but he actually had the balls to ask me out. you had your chance," she shrugged, trying not to show she was actually upset. she had had a crush on reggie for years.

"he's a serpent, he's not right for you," he said. "i on the other hand," he reached a hand up to touch her face, but she slapped it away.

"you couldn't possibly know what's right for me," she spat.

"i know it's not a filthy serpent," he said. not a second later he was ripped back.

"what the fuck did you just say?" sweet pea asked. "and why are you so close to my girlfriend?"

"you heard me," reggie stepped closer to sweet pea. "and hey, if you want my sloppy seconds, i'll gladly beat your ass again to show you who's boss," he said, flexing his muscles.

"bring it," sweet pea taunted. but before anything happened he was being dragged away from reggie.

"if you want to start a fight, be my guest. but not at school, i don't want either of you getting suspended or expelled," she said.

"what was he talking about?" he asked, chasing after her.

"what?"

"'sloppy seconds,'" he repeated.

"im not talking to you about this," she snapped.

"why not?"

"because, you're not-," she practically yelled before realizing what she was saying. "you're not actually my boyfriend," she whispered.

"doesn't matter, if we're gonna make this believable we have to actually know each other. at least a little," he told her.

"fine, but not now. i have to go to class."

unsurprisingly, he was waiting at her locker when school ended. they didn't actually say anything to each other as they walked out.

when they reached sweetwater river, he finally spoke.

"so what's the story?" he prodded.

"he was the first boy i ever liked. and i liked him for a really long time, like years," she admitted. "and he was my first kiss, and probably would've been my first boyfriend if it wasn't for archie."

"sloppy seconds usually means-" he started.

"i didn't sleep with him, if that's what you're asking. i'm sure he only said that to piss you off," she interrupted. "your turn," she said, turning to look at him.

"my turn?" he raised his eyebrows.

"you said we need to know each other better for this to be believable. your turn."

"well what do you wanna know?" he leaned back.

"why'd you join the serpents?" she asked.

"i didn't have any family, and the serpents promised to protect me. they're my family now," he explained. "deep down, do you hate the serpents, just like your brother?"

"no. i don't agree with everything they do, sure. but if what you just said it true, i can tolerate them. it's a community, and i can't find a reason to hate on that," she explained. "have you ever had a girlfriend?"

"no, not a lot of girl serpents my age," he said. "what's your biggest fear?"

"spiders, or the dark, or dying alone," she rambled. "do you think i'm pretty?" she blurted before realizing what she said.

"yes," he responded before she could backtrack. she looked back at him and smiled.

"thank you," she blushed.

"do you think i'm pretty?" he teased.

"the prettiest," she brushed hair off his face and chuckled.

"where's your mom?" he asked.

"chicago," she told him.

they continued back and forth until it got dark and he walked her back home. it wasn't too far of a walk but they kept talking the entire time.

"is your brother gonna jump me if i walk you to the door?" he asked as they stood in front of her house.

"probably, but my dad will if you don't so take your pick," she joked, expecting him to walk away. but he walked her all the way up to the door and tried to open the door for her.

however, before he could, the door opened from the inside.

"i was worried about you," her dad said before giving a confused glance to the boy next to her.

"im sweet pea, mr andrew's," he reached his hand out to shake.

"you're her..." he trailed off.

"boyfriend," sweet pea told him. "sorry it's late, we lost track of time. it won't happen again i promise."

"well, thank you for getting her home safely, sweet pea," her dad said. "you get back safely too," he smiled.

delilah smiled at sweet pea, trying to hide how badly she was shaking. he kissed her on the cheek and gestured for her to go inside.

"have a good night mr andrew's. i'll see you later," he looked at delilah and she nodded.

"i don't want you out that late ever again, not with what's happening in this town," he said as he closed the door.

"i know, dad. i'm really sorry, i promise i'll be home before dark from now on."

"thank you. so, how come you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend?" he asked.

"we only just started going out," she explained.

"just be safe, please," he told her.

"i don't see how that'll happen," archie came down the stairs and delilah rolled her eyes.

"and why do you say that?" she asked.

"because he's a serpent. dad, tell her she has to end it," archie whined.

"is that true?" he asked her.

"yes, but-" she started.

"archie go back upstairs," he said. with a huff, archie stormed back up the steps.

"he's not a bad person," delilah tried to defend.

"honey, i don't care," he told her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "as long as he treats you right and you're happy," he smiled at her. "now get to bed."

delilah went upstairs and plopped down on her bed. she found herself smiling as she thought about her conversation from earlier.

she shot straight up in her bed and quickly started getting ready for bed to distract herself.

the last thing she needed was to be falling for her fake boyfriend.