#but i guess he grabbed on in there before i put them on. idfk.

[lesbiangiratina]

Yaaaaaay: made it through the summer with no Wasp Events!!!! Yay colder weather !!!!!!!

Uueehhh: the wasps are seeking warmth.

Hey guys im bringing this post i drafted the other day out of the vault to add that i just put on a pair of jeans and then like 5 min later i looked down at my ankle and there was a wasp just chilling there. I dont know when it appeared on the jeans. I dont know why this has to happen to me

[new-revenant]

A so Called Tamaranean | Part Two

So, people seem to really like this little story I made, so I guess I’ll continue it! Part 1 if you haven’t read it yet or forgot something from it :) Also I am going to put both parts onto Ao3 in like, a day or two.

Edit : Ao3 Link! Also unsure if I’ll continue this because I don’t want to stress out over it. This was partly inspired by the “Grudge Match” ep from the JLU cartoon(go watch it it’s so good). Don’t ask what continuity this whole fic is set in, because I am making it up as I go. Warning for mentions of blood, I think there’s slight dehumanization, and mild elements of horror. There’s a fight scene. You know, regular superhero stuff.

Tag list since people wanted to be tagged(there are many of you ๑╹ω╹๑):

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“Alright kid, this is one of my safe houses,” Nightwing said, “We’re going to stay here for a while until I figure out what to do,” they muttered the last part. They both were in a small apartment in an abandoned building. It was stocked with some med kits and rations, with a mattress tucked into a corner. There was a single window that they used to get inside, facing another building.

“Small house,” Danny commented, trying to hide his smirk.

“Yeah it’s supposed to be small-now I need to call Starfire for the first time in a few months,” Nightwing groaned, “Man I’ve been busy.”

Danny sat on the mattress while Nightwing out a phone to call this “Starfire” person. Danny was sweating bullets, because surely she would notice that Danny is definitely not a Tamaranean. Maybe he should just come out and say what he really is…Nah.

He hasn’t even told his own parents that he’s actually…whatever he is, so he certainly isn’t going to be telling this stranger who he is. Maybe once he can find out how to get back home he’ll tell them. He’ll just have to keep his secret to himself, which shouldn’t be toohard. And Danny’s stuck in his ghost form now, for some reason. But that means that it’ll be easier to pretend to a Tamaranean! And he could just say he wasn’t raised wherever Tamaraneans were from, and was experimented on by the people who raised him. Not too bad of an idea from a C-student.

Danny was humming happily as he came up with his plan. He had to ignore what Nightwing was saying because he was pretty sure Tamaraneans weren’t supposed to know English. Honestly he was sure of nothing and probably should’ve eavesdropped on Nightwing. But once he thought of that idea, Nightwing finished their phone call.

“Okay Nightgale, Starfire’s going to be here soon, and you need to eat don’t you-of course you need to eat, what am I talking about?” Nightwing sighed, “Do you have any preferences? Like, sweet or sour foods since you probably don’t know any Earth foods.”

“I will eat anything and everything you give me,” Danny responded, “I have no preferences other than survival.”

“That’s…so sad oh my god. I wish I could give you like, a honey crisp apple or something other than granola bars and military rations.”

“Food is food I guess. Oh, do you have any water my throat’s kind of sore.”

“On it,” Nightwing went and grabbed a couple of granola bars and a bottle of water and nearly tossed it over to Danny before stopping and just handed it to him.

“Thank you,” Danny said as he smiled innocently, before wolfing down the granola bars and chugging down all of the water in less than a minute. Nightwing could only watch in horror as when they tried to make Danny slow down, he tried to bite them.

“So,” Danny made direct eye contact with Nightwing after he finished eating “What’s Starfire like?��� He was oddly proud of himself for this rather simple question.

“Oh! Well, she’s the Princess of Tamaran and-“ Nightwing was stopped by a sudden knock at the door. They froze and swiftly went over to the door.

“It’s me! Starfire!” a muffled voice said from behind the door. Nightwing let out a visible but silent sigh of relief before they opened the door.

“Starfire, you got here quickly,” Nightwing commented.

“Of course! There’s a baby Tamaranean here who needs help! Plus, I was nearby already,” Starfire floated a few inches off the ground as she went inside the tiny apartment.  Nightwing pointed her over to where Danny was, and she gasped happily with a gleeful shine in her eyes. Danny tried his best to hide his grimace and prepare for whatever was going to happen.

“Hello! Hi there!” Starfire shot over to Danny-which he thankfully expected to happen this time-speaking Tamaranean. Starfire had long, red, fire-like hair, flickering at the ends like a flame. Her skin was an unnatural shade of a bronze-like orange-but it was probably very natural for Tamaraneans. She was also wearing this odd, purple jumpsuit-looking outfit. Not only were her irises were green, but her sclera had a green tint to it. Danny could swear that she was glowing slightly.

“Can you not do any sudden movements Princess?” Danny said, fully grimacing, “Or get too close.”

“Oh! Sorry young one,” Starfire backed a few away from Danny a smile plastered on her face, “What’s your name?”

“I assume that Nightwing already told you but I’m uh, Nightgale. It’s…nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too Nightgale! I’m Princess Starfire of Tameran, but you may just call me Star or Starfire.”

Starfire went over to Nightwing and spoke to them in English. Danny thought this would finally be a good time to eavesdrop.

“He doesn’t know any Earth languages right?” Starfire asked.

“Nope and he seems far too touch-adverse to do…that language acquisition thing,” Nightwing answered, sighing and rubbing their temples, “He’ll shoot anyone who so much as attempts to even reach out a hand to him-I should know, because that’s what happened to me.”

“Oh no! Are you okay?”

 “Yeah I just got shot in the face but it only hurt for a moment-actually, it hurt Nightgalemore, his powers seem…unstable.”

“Unstable?”

“His arm was in a lot of pain both times he shot a starbolt at me, so I’m pretty sure his powers are at least somewhat unstable. God how-what are we going to do-WHERE did he even come from?”

“He could’ve come from anywhere I think-but! I think we might need to get him some sort therapy for the touch-adversity. So it’s a good thing that it is just physical touch in general that makes it so we can learn other’s languages, so he could just poke someone and boom! He learns English!” -Starfire spun around a little bit- “I…also think we might need to get the Justice League involved.”

“Yeah, we probably do,” Nightwing leaned up against a wall, probably pondering about what to do next. Danny was also wondering about what to do next. He could probably just punch someone in the face and pass that off as a language-acquisition thing. He looked out the window and right at that moment, a green bird landed on the windowsill.

Danny made direct eye contact with the bird. Its eyes were the normal black void of sparrow’s eyes, but the entire bird was green. It wasn’t glowing so it probably wasn’t a ghost.

“Oh hey! So you’re that Tamaranean-“ the bird said, it spoke, and Danny blasted it on pure instinct, obviously. He screamed, it screamed, but it swiftly dodged and flew inside. Its body shifted and grew, turning into a human-a green skinned human with dark green hair, but human nonetheless.

“WOAH! Never seen a talking bird before?” The green person chuckled.

“Beast Boy, are you okay?” Starfire asked.

“Yeah, but that kid seems jumpy.”

“Of course he’s jumpy, he just fell from the sky not even an hour ago,” Nightwing sighed, “Also why are you here Garfield?”

“Oh, she texted the whole group chat about the little Tamaranean here, didn’t you see it?” Beast Boy-Garfield was probably their real name but Danny could only think about a certain orange cat-pointed over to Starfire.

“Kori why?” Nightwing groaned, “So do just the rest of the Titans know?”

“Yes it’s just the rest of Titans, I’m sorry I was just so excited!” Starfire apologized, “He’s a fellow Tamaranean with powers nonetheless!”

They continued to argue and Danny knew that this was his chance. He had to get out of here. He’ll come back obviously, but he really didn’t want to keep looking at people’s mouth to figure out if they were speaking English or not.

He stood up and placed his hand on the windowsill, looking back for a moment before jumping up and bolting out of of there.

He turned quickly, just barely scraping his arm against the other building. He focused on just going faster and faster, constantly taking wild turns and changing his altitude.

He kept going and going, ignoring everything else, and he felt like he was reaching his limit in no time at all. He shoot high into the sky, spotting docks nearby. Shooting back back down like a lightning bolt, he almost slammed into the ground nearby. He didn’t make a noise or dented the concrete, so it was a win in Danny’s book.

The docks seem unused and abandoned, but oddly enough the warehouses didn’t. There was one warehouse that was bigger than the others, and it had a clearly visible side door on it. Danny looked around both at the sky and the docks. The skies were clear, but he could definitely hear something coming from that big warehouse.

Danny looked at his hands. Yeah, there might be some criminals in here. If not? Well then he’ll just give some poor folks a handshake or something. Taking his gloves off and tying them onto his belt, he noticed his veins were glowing a bright green. Danny did not know if they always were like that, but it was probably for the best to not use his powers, which was completely fine as he could still throw a mean punch.

Walking up towards the door, he had to take a deep, deep breath. What was he doing? Why was he pretending? Why does he always have to be constantly lying? He could go back now, tell them all the truth before things get more and more out of hand.

‘But it’s too late,’ he kept repeating to himself. The same thing he had always repeated to himself whenever he thought about telling his own parents who-what he was.

He gripped the handle of the door, already able to hear fighting coming from the inside. It didn’t fully sound like normal humans fighting, but a bit like ghost fighting. Shooting, burning, the ground being ripped apart and crushed. People with superpowers exist in this world, Danny could see that much from what he’s noticed so far. He felt like he was definitely not ready to fight anyone who can punch as hard as Shulker per say, but he was already here. He had to do something.

Danny looked around for those heroes who helped him out. Seeing no one around, he took in another a deep breath, and opened that side door.

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Nightwing really did expect the kid to run off at some point. He just did not expect the kid to just be gone after he looked away for a single second. Just one second, he just wanted to talk with Kori and Garfield, but no, now he has to search for a glowing, physically andprobably mentally unstable Tamaranean child. If it was only as easy as it sounded because Nightgale was gone gone. Which meant that everyone was freaking out, obviously.

“Starfire! Do you see anything?” Nightwing called out from a rooftop nearby the safe house. Starfire was high in the sky so she could probably see a glowing person much more easily, and she shouted out ‘NO!’ which did wonders to Nightwing’s sprit.

“Beast Boy, how about you?” Beast Boy swooped down as an eagle and shook his head no. Nightwing sighed, “Well, we’ll need to split up then. Beast Boy you go west, I’ll go north, Starfire will go-“

“Nightwing,” Oracle’s voice had suddenly spoken from Nightwing’s earpiece, interrupting him. He put his hand on his earpiece to answer.

“What’s going on Oracle?” Nightwing responded instantly.

“An illegal meta fighting ring has been reported coming from the abandoned commercial docks in Blüdhaven. Do you think you can check up on it?”

“If I had a nickel for every time a meta fighting ring has happened here-yeah I’ll deal with it quickly.”

“Even with the Tamaranean child?” Batman’s voice interjected.

Nightwing’s face dropped. Of course Batman knows about Nightgale, he’s Batman. God damn it.

“Yep, even with them.”

“Their name?”

“They said their name was Nightgale. Now, I’ll get back to you later goodbye!” Nightwing took his hand away from the eyepiece and groaned.

“So we have to deal with a meta fighting ring as well?” Beast Boy asked, “Oh wait! What if the kid got caught up in the fighting ring?”

“Nightgale got caught up in a fighting ring?!” Starfire had come down and was very concerned.

“No-well,” Nightwing thought of how likely it was that Nightgale could actually get caught up in a fighting ring, “There could be a chance-“

“We have to go! Where is the fighting ring?” Starfire eyes were filled with determination.

“Yeah! Let’s save those metas AND that Tamaranean kid who’s name I can’t remember. Sorry,” Beast Boy nervously chuckled a bit during that last part.

“It’s Nightgale,” Nightwing repeated. Actually, the more he thought about it, the more strange it was that the kid’s name was Nightgale. It was pretty close to Nightwing, and there was also the problem of accidentally mixing the two names up. Maybe he should call them Gale, or Night Jr. Damnit, he was turning into Bruce wasn’t he?

Nightwing shook off that thought process, focusing on the matter at hand, “Now, let’s go to the docks!”

“Yeah!” The other two exclaimed. They all bolted towards the docks, towards Nightgale.

It didn’t take too long to get over to the docks, especially since Nightwing knew the way there by heart and the other two could fly. The trio still looked around for Nightgale on the way there, but had no luck with that. Nightwing really hoped that Nightgale wouldn’t be at the docks. He felt like there was a good chance that they would’ve gotten hurt, or worse.

Once the trio did get to docks, they saw the biggest warehouse had a giant hole in its side. People were running away from it, screaming and tripping over themselves.

As the heroes got over to them, they noticed just how scared the people acted. “P-please take us in, we’ll go to jail, just get us away from here!” One of them shouted. All of them were heavily bruised and bleeding lightly, large, but very shallow claw marks across either their chests. 

“So this the illegal meta fighting ring I’ve been hearing about,” Nightwing muttered, “Alright, I’ll cuff these guys real quick, get them to the hospital, and then we’ll-“

“Please get us away from here first! That-that monster in there will-“

“Oh! That might be Nightgale right?” Starfire asked.

“Yeah! They seem strong enough,” Beast Boy added.

“Let’s check it out. You criminals stay here or I’ll get that ‘monster’ to hunt you down.” The threat seemed to be very effective against them, which was very worrying, but right now Nightwing needed to focus at the situation at hand-someone dangerous was inside that warehouse with the metas, and that someone could very well be Nightgale.

As they rushed towards the hole, Starfire caught a criminal being thrown out of it. The criminal also had a large, shallow claw mark across their chest. She placed them down and told them to stay with the other criminals, and they ecstatically did as told. The trio were finally at the hole.

Nightwing now believed the criminals when they said there was a monster here.

He couldn’t focus on anything other than-that thing standing in the center of the warehouse. It was a shadow, fickle and dark, glowing green-bleeding green out of its hands and eyes. Eyes that stared right at him, right into his very soul.

It was pulsating with light, unsteady and bright, drawing Nightwing’s mind to nuclear waste. It’s body seemed to flicker in and out of existence as fast as a blink of an eye, small, almost invisible sparks of electricity jetting out of it.

Its hands looked sharp, fingernails indistinguishable from flesh. They were stained red, blood dripping towards the ground. Blood was splattered at its feet and the ground around it. But he couldn’t see any blood on the rest of it’s shadowy body.

This was it, this was how Nightwing was going to die. He couldn’t move couldn’t think about anything else other than the horrors that awaited him. It was all going to be over and he couldn’t even help that one kid-

“Nightgale!” Starfire exclaimed and flew inside. Suddenly, Nightwing was snapped out of his trance, and the monster disappeared, leaving a tired and trembling Nightgale behind.

Nightwing looked over at Beast Boy, and it was clear that he saw the same thing as Nightwing. Beast Boy looked at him for an answer, but all he could do was shrug slightly. Whatever affected him and Beast Boy didn’t affect Starfire, so he could easily pass this off as some Tamaranean thing, but something in the back of his mind said that he shouldn’t.

Something wasn’t right. Something wasn’t right about Nightgale.

But he’ll think about that more later. Right now, Nightgale and the metas needed help.

“Beast Boy, you look after the metas, I’ll deal with the rest of the criminals,” Nightwing said and then immediately sprang into action.

“R-right!” Beast Boy responded and followed suit.

Nightgale had taken care of most of the criminals involved, but the ringmaster, Roulette, had nearly escaped. 

“Roulette! I see that you haven’t changed at all,” Nightwing commented when he caught up to her. He could see that her left arm was bleeding, baring the same shallow claw marks as the other criminals had. “This is what, the second time you’ve set up a meta fighting ring in Blüdhaven? Why’s that?”

“I didn’t expect to get caught so quickly I’ll tell you that much,” she replied, “Much less did I expect to get caught by your son.”

“Okay, Nightgale isn’t my-“ Roulette took this opportunity to kick Nightwing square in the face. In retaliation, Nightwing grabbed her foot and flipped her over, and the fight commenced.

Back in the warehouse, Starfire was checking Nightgale for any injuries. And he had a lot of injuries. No cuts but a lot of bruises had formed already.

“We have to get you to the Watchtower right away-it’s basically the Justice League’s base and they’ll have everything we’ll need to fix you up okay?” Starfire told Nightgale. Only after she finished talking did she realize that she was speaking in English, so she readied herself for having to repeat that whole thing again.

“I’m okay,” Nightgale muttered, back in English.

Starfire gasped, “Did you learn English while punching all those criminals?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s why I took my gloves off, I’m sorry if I wasn’t-“

“No no! It’s okay, it great actually, because now you can communicate easier with everyone else! Good job Nightgale,” Starfire smiled at them and they shyly smiled back.

“Thank you,” Nightgale muttered, “Do we help those people now?”

“I got it!” Beast boy shouted. He had rounded up all the metas and there were a concerning amount of them.

“There’s at least 9 people here,” Nightgale commented, “Or more. I’m not good with counting.”

“That’s okay Nightgale,” Starfire lightly patted Nightgale’s shoulder, and they didn’t even flinch! Which was great, progress was being in one way or another. “Now, how about we check up on Nightwing hm?” Nightgale nodded, and Starfire quickly checked up on the metas before bringing Nightgale with her outside.

Nightwing and Roulette noticed the two immediately, and Roulette’s eye widened in horror.

“That kid-“ Roulette started, before becoming yet another person who got cut off by Nightgale shooting at them. She dodged but Nightwing was quick to knock her unconscious with his Escrima sticks. Nightwing cuffed her while Starfire helped out Nightgale, who was currently doubled over in pain.

“Are you okay Nightgale?” Starfire asked.

“I want and feel like death, but other than that I’m fine,” Nightgale groaned, “At least this blood isn’t mine.”

“Yeah you need to go get help right now,“ Nightwing commented, facing towards the warehouse, “First we just need to take care of metas, the criminals-this criminal, in particular, and then-“ Nightwing suddenly whipped his head around and faced Nightgale, “-did you just speak English???”

“Yeah I punched a bunch of people. No big deal. What’s that shadowy figure over there?” Nightgale pointed over towards their left, and Nightwing immediately knew who it was.

“If I look over and I see it’s Batman I will not be surprised,” Nightwing sighed. He turned around and did not see Batman, so clearly he needed to spin back around and there he was, Batman. 

“I’ve notified the League about the Tamaranean child,” Batman had began, quickly getting to the point, “You and Starfire can take him to the Watchtower with the Zeta-Tubes and preform a check-up before any questioning.”

“Doesn’t the Zeta-Tubes only work for registered members?” Starfire asked.

“And what about the bad guys?” Nightgale added. He was looking at Batman with a sense of awe, for some reason.

“Beast Boy and I will take care of it. I was able to collect a DNA sample from the initial crash site and registered Nightgale as a guest,” Everyone noticed how Nightgale very visibly flinched once Batman talked about collect a DNA sample.

Nightwing gently patted Nightgale’s shoulder, and they looked up at him with their tired, scared eyes. Nightwing gave them a little smile, “It’s going to be okay Nightgale.” But Nightgale’s expression stayed the same as the trio made their way towards the nearest Zeta-Tube.

It was going to be fine, Nightwing was sure of it. Yeah, something bad might happen because life, but Nightgale would be okay soon enough. But Nightwing could only think about what he saw before he entered the warehouse. Was Nightgale really a Tamaranean? Starfire wasn’t effected by whatever he and Beast Boy saw, and they were both human.

Nightgale wasn’t a human, that’s for sure. But what if was a human, a meta more likely. But then why did he fall from the sky? A portal could’ve opened-actually, a portal would’ve been the only way they could’ve came here, since they definitely don’t seem to have the energy to fly all the way to Earth from…wherever they were from.

So what was Nightgale? Who was Nightgale?

Nightwing didn’t know what was the truth yet, but it wouldn’t be long until he found out. He was sure of it. But for now, he just wanted to make sure Night Jr. was safe.

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

It Takes a Mob pt. 5

Previous

First

Bill steeled his breath as he looked around the room,

“Everyone in position? On sync.”

There was a rigid atmosphere as they all took on final deep breath.

“Sync!!”

The tabs were opened quickly.

The plan fell apart equally as fast.

“The legs? What the fuck do you mean lift ‘im up by his legs? How the fuck am I supposed to deal with the diaper?!”

“I don’t know man that’s what the wiki says!”

Marv started to put down the trash can,

“No man I think you godda put both of ‘em in one hand Bill.”

Bill glared at as Marv took a step forward,

“Don’t abandon your post dumbass! What do you mean both in one hand?”

“I dunno man, they’re small! Just one hand ‘em!“

“But what if I-JESUS!!”

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The diaper was eventually replaced but Bill could feel a couple gray hairs that were not there that morning.

“I guess we need to add density shifting to the list now, nice catch Ken!”

Ken for his part thumped on the wall in the bathroom and over the sound of the shower yelled, “Aye fuck you!” Much to the amusement of his cohort.

Danny had calmed down after he was cleaned up and happily shaking his rabbit on the couch at this point. Bill watched him in mild amusement as he packed the to-go bag back up with a snicker.

“Be lucky that you’re cute kid, Ken would’ve put a cap in anyone else’s ass for that stunt you did.”

Marv slammed back into the apartment with theatric gasp holding something fabric in his arms.

“What the fuck is that?”

“A boba wrap.”

“A what?”

Bill made a grab for the babe as Marv unceremoniously plopped himself on the other side of the couch and sheepishly gave an apologetic smile at Bill’s glare.

“A boba wrap. Gwen thought the best way of move around with Danny would be to jus’ carry him so there wouldn’t be any chance of snatchers. An’ if we use this wrap correctly, we can just tie him on as we work!”

Gently bouncing the boy, Bill looked over the cloth, as Ken joined them in the living room with a towel around his neck.

“And your sister isn’t going to be mad if we use this right?”

“Oh nah, she doesn’t have no more use for it since the nibblings are older. She just says to wash it if we give it back.”

Ken shook his hair like a wet dog with a snort,

“Bless that lady. How’s she handling the news?”

“About as good as you can expect when one of your younger brothers calls you at noon asking ‘bout diaper changing.”

Bill took a seat with a sigh,

“Ok gentlemen, we got about six hours before we need to clock in. You two have been up since yesterday so go take naps. I can handle the squirt.”

Ken squinted,

“You sure Bill?”

“Don’t make me regret letting you two into my room. I will know if you go snooping. But other than that, go, I’ll wake you two up half an hour beforehand so we can figure out this wrapping situation.”

Bill watched as the two lumbered away before focusing his eyes back on the tyke.

“Welp, you and me kid. What do you think we should do?”

“Baba…”

“I don’t know about that, but we do have Hulu.”

Grabbing the remote, Bill put his feet up and settled back.

“I heard this Bluey fella has some good ratings. What do you think?”

“Ap.”

“Bluey it is then.”

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[oogaboogaspookyman]

Dayum i had a Murder Drones dream bruh

I'll tell ya the clips i remember from it, if any

Soooo there's a point where N is inside a school and he's looking around for sumthin' idfk and he stumbles upon a little girl drone with white eyes and i think jet black hair?? And she's obviously a fun lover that doesn't wanna be here but she recognizes it's a necessity so she rolls with it and does her stuff as told– okay so apparently she's gotta finish some homework about animals, what they are and what they do, the sort, and she's like- talking a lot about her home and how her family has to pay for wifi or sumthin' etc etc and N just goes "oh is that homework? Do you have to describe animals? I can help!"

And then the girl drone (who i'm calling Leni) just goes "yeah it's homework, boring but i gotta do it- it's something about animals, what they do and all- i sortaaaaa didn't finish it because i was bored out of my mind..." And N just spots a Sonic figurine on a shelf somewhere and goes "hey, what if you talked about that guy over there?" He means the Sonic figurine on the shelf, "what does a hedgehog do? Does it like anything? You could describe a hedgehog, it's an animal!" And Leni is just. "Heh, thanks dude!" And my lordy the smile N gives it kills me oughhhh yes baby boy you did a help a girl with homework!!! Uzi is lucky to have you ough

Another clip! There's the typical big dumb creepy guy that puts kids in detention trope! Yeah he just scruffs one like a cat and tosses them onto a hook, hanged like cloth (NOT HURT THOUGH! ALIVE AND HEALTHY!) And they're just "hey dude what did i do?! Get me off this thing!!" And the big creepy guy just. Giggles at 'em as he walks away. Idfk what else happened after that- but it has to do with N???? Did he fuck up????? He's a good boy who did no wrong wtf he stopped killing a long time ago!!! The Uzi simp allegations are exaggerrated!!!!!! Leave him alone bitch!!!!!!!!

So apparently the detention drone is just like. Roaming around the school, and N is just staying out of it's sight at all times– keeping Leni safe from it too because they're buddies now and he's a good boy– and at some point taps his foot on the floor lightly to make a sound to test if it can hear and... It does not. It's big stupid AND probably deaf. Or they're just lucky idk lol

Also Cyn is there too. There's a moment after the whole detention drone shebang where Cyn pops up behind some doors and is accompanied by like- another girl drone with ponytails and black hair that is also Solver infected, and she's already gotten the eldritch claws for hands too so she's probably been infected before even like- Camp Fever, to give you an idea of the time frame, and Cyn is just. "You said "shit" now you're getting punished" and apparently getting taken out of the school is a punishment??? They're just. Grabbed and Cyn fuckin' flies away with them both, leaving them with the rest of the gæng in a like- place with two random drop pods like the ones from episode 1 and 3, and fun fact! V and Uzi are there! They're alive and well! And yes N hugs Uzi first thing, ig Leni gets to meet the rest of the bunch now lol.

Oh yeah there's also Tessa i guess lmfao idk what she's lookin' for now

[itsdannysworld]

Faded

hey heyyyyyy  i promised y’all a danny fic and i stick to my promises pairing: danny wagner x y/n summary: smoking up with danny at a party leads to some pretty cool things (kinda friends to lovers? idk just keep reading) CW: uhh swearing, weed use, alcohol, idfk kissing and maybe some sexual innuendos?

Somehow every time you went to party you wound up finding the four boys who’ve changed your life for the better. Whether it be an established party or a grungey house party you would never imagine them being at. However this time, it was a party thrown by the twins themselves. There wasn’t any particular reason for the party, but that didn’t matter to them, or you in all honesty. You changed into your favorite outfit and did your makeup with tons of glitter, blasting your favorite playlist from the speakers around your apartment. You danced around as you added jewelry to your outfit and grabbed your bag that always hung by the door. Checking your makeup in the hallway mirror one last time, you shut off the music and started your journey towards the twins house. It was a short drive, one you were extremely familiar with. You were told to get to the house early, but judging by the amount of cars in the driveway, you were definitely a little late. You walked in without knocking and immediately ran smack dab into Sam. “Y/n! I’m glad you made it! How’ve you been? How’s work?” You could tell right away he was already a little tipsy, but you didn’t mind it. I mean, it was always nice to hear that someone wants to know what’s going on in your life.  “I’ve been good! Work’s been a bitch, but when is it not?” He laughed. “I’ve missed you!” “Sam, I saw you last week”  You had always been close to Sam. He was a total sweetheart and crazy funny, and you always had a good time when he was around. His girlfriend ruined the moment though, dragging him away from you before you could continue the conversation. She never did like you and you never understood why. “Nice talking to you I guess.” You mumbled as you ventured farther into the party. You greeted everyone that you knew and continued making your way towards the kitchen hoping to find a drink and if you’re lucky, maybe a joint or two. The kitchen wasn’t as crowded as you thought it would be, but you still felt uncomfortable with all the movement going on around you, and thankfully someone took notice. “Hey y/n, it’s good to see you!” You spun around to see Danny right behind you. He engulfed you in a hug that took your breath away, literally. “Danny! How’ve you been? Also please tell me you have weed on you.” You said the last part way to quickly, but you always knew he had some and you would much prefer to be high than drunk. “Of course I do, wanna go outside? This place is getting stuffy” He grabbed your hand and dragged you close behind him. He had never been this touchy with you, and you realized that it made your heart flutter. ‘Y/n I refuse to let you have a crush on him’ You thought as you had both made it outside. “Do you have a lighter? I forgot mine” He said as he pulled out a perfectly rolled joint from his pocket. One thing about Danny is he always rolled his joints perfectly, putting your almost perfect ones to shame. “Yeah I got one” You handed him the lighter you always kept in the front pocket of your bag. It was a shitty white bic lighter that barely had enough fuel to keep it lit for more than 10 seconds. “Aren’t white lighters bad luck for musicians?” “I mean I can light it, I just thought since you rolled it you should have the first puff.” He handed you the joint and lighter, “I’m not taking the risk, plus ladies first” He had a stupid grin across his face, one that you probably matched, You lit the joint and took a long puff, almost immediately feeling it. “Damn what is this stuff? It’s strong as hell.” He laughed and took the joint from your fingers. “Some shit Josh bought awhile back, I can ask him later.”

You both were totally faded and there was only enough left in the joint for one last puff. “You can have it, I think I’ll survive without one last hit” You both erupted into a fit of giggles, even though what you said wasn’t all that funny.  “Shotgun it?” He suggested handing it to you. “Oh uh, ok. Don’t expect much though, shotgunning has never been my specialty.” You took the last hit and threw down the tiny bit left and put it out with your shoe as you inhaled. You knew this could be a bad idea, having your lips that close to his would be too much, cause god he was beautiful right now. You pulled him in close and blew the smoke into his mouth. You quickly pulled away, knowing that was the only way you could stop yourself from kissing him. You knew you were red, but when you looked up at his face he giggled quietly. “Can I actually kiss you?” You didn’t even respond before your lips connected with his, you had always thought he was pretty, but this was the moment you knew you needed him in any other way than just platonic. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in close, and you tangled your hands in his long hair. It may have been the weed, but this was the most passionate kiss you’ve ever had. He pulled away with a goofy smile on his face, and you knew damn well you had the same smile.  “God you’re beautiful” You giggled and pulled him in for another kiss. You never wanted his lips to leave yours. After what seemed like hours he pulled away and rested his head on yours. “You know, I’ve never had sex while high” You admitted. “The twins have a spare bedroom if you wanna try it out.” You grabbed his hand, “Why not?”

(hehe i may add a part two, make this a slight friends with benefits to actual lovers thing? also i didnt reread this at all, im too lazy so sorry lmao)

[spikesbimbo]

 Kingky

Pairing: Prince!Atsumu x f!reader

Summary: getting royal dick on valentine's day < 3

cw:  body worship, dacryphilia, marking, breeding , praise (receiving and giving), sir/king kink, defaming royalty??(idfk what to call it) treason, possessiveness, borderline yandere, hurt/comfort, body worship, rough sex to soft sex, mind games, sacrilege, slight cnc (barley), former virgin reader, corruption kink, false sympathy, sweetheart to meanie >: ( , idk if this is slow burn

wc: 7.8k

a/n:  for the jj plays cupid event!!!!! Thanks to @alto-march-of-death and @kmorgzz for helping build this story and giving me the title.

Happy valentines day, 

            love valentine < 3

- 18+ Minors DNI

“Stop being a crybaby, calm down”

His stern voice making you more anxious, not knowing how you ended up sitting in his lap. Feeling like a dog under him, or right now on top of him. Wondering how you got in this position daily, hourly.

You didn't understand why he kept you around, always having his hand around you whenever he could. You weren't the only pretty girl in the country, you weren't even qualified to be with him, being a somewhat servant before him snatching you up.

As much as you tried you couldn't ignore the stares and side comments of all the other girls in the harem, it made your eyes water, trying to wipe them when you got back to your room the prince gave you, all the others living in the same building, much more run down than yours; maybe that was one of the reasons.

Looking in the solid gold mirror he gifted you, ‘just cause’, always reflecting your red and puffy eyes daily as you called your most trusted maid to grab you some ice.

She was the only thing keeping you sane. No, the prince never did or pushed you to give him anything, but it was natural to be scared. Being in a foreign state after your guardians sold you. Aran, the only one who treated you like a human being and not a prize, saving you from being sold completely by saying that the prince would take care of you. As he worked under him his whole life as guard, proving his dedication.

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Thinking back to the day you listened to the first love of your life, dressing in their outfits on the day of the celebration. Aran keeping a close watch on you, seeing your uncertainty knowing you had no other way out.

He flashed you a small smile, not big enough for anyone to see but you, trying his best to reassure you that everything was going as planned.

Hearing the drums stop, you and everyone else at the festival turned their heads to the large door, carved out of the most luxurious stone, their family crest being engraved onto it.

You bowed seeing everyone else do it, the head advisors words being caught in your mind, "To properly curtsy, you place the right foot behind the left and then it's just a slight bob, what you don't want is when a lady goes too far down and then she can't come up."

This being the third time you done it since you've been here, the first after running into prince Sakusa’s advisor. Him declaring that you would be a perfect match for his concubine after seeing you at the banquet the other day.

He continued by saying that he wouldn't be able to deny your beauty and that you would be perfect for him, even making an exception for you due to his distaste with the women in his country.

You tried to zone out of the conversation until the words “produce an heir” brought you back. You froze, throat closing, sweat now forming on your body extremely repulsed at the thought of being in that situation. Aran quickly noticed the state you were in and told his advisor that you weren't feeling good, leading you back to your room, his hand supporting your back as you trembled in his hold.

You entered the room that had been provided for you while you stayed here, immediately crying your eyes out as soon as the door closed. Your dreams of having a family, a normal family, the only thing you've ever wanted, being snatched right from your roughed up hands.

You turned your attention back , hearing the Herald speak. His voice being loud shocking you, but you still kept your balance not wanting to mess up already.

“Now introducing His Grace, the Duke of Inari, followed by His Royal Highnesses, the Princes of Inari.”

You slightly looked up, seeing the king followed by the two princes, not being able to tell them apart.

But luckily Aran moved ajar to his prince, the other prince’s and duke’s guard doing the same for them before they went their separate ways. Everyone lifting their heads now as you did the same following in suit. The party resumed itself as you could see everyone going back to drinking and taking along with the music returning.

They moved to the prince's chair, making out that they were talking, not being able to read their lips, not that you wanted too, what was their business you had no involvement in nor did you want to. But that changed when you saw aran gesture towards you out of the corner of your eye.

That's when the prince you would grow to care for laid his dark eyes on you for the first time, not being able to take them off, making you shiver in embarrassment. The outfit you had on only covering the parts that needed to be. The ‘dress’ you had on having slits on your legs all the way up your upper thighs,borderline hips.

The white, almost see through material held together by jewels and gold, along with your hair being fastened the same way, hoping nothing was out of place. You wanted to do a good job for him, trusting him with all your heart since he was the only you've had your whole life.

You were brought back to reality by noticing that Aran and the price weren't in the same place, quickly looking around before you were greeted by a charming smile as you turned your head straight again.

“Good evening my lady” he said, holding his right hand covered in jewels out, slightly bowing to be eye level with you, his smile not fading. And as you looked him in the eyes you froze yet again, getting entranced by his gaze, so warm and compassionate yet terrifyingly cold, remembering the power he held.

You looked up at aran for a second, him reassuring you that you were supposed to give him your hand, so you did.

“Good evening, your royal highness.” trying to be as confident as you could, again breaking eye contact with the prince one again to look at aran, making sure everything you did was right.

“Would you care to join me for some drinks?” the crown on his head shining brighter than the stars, his eyes still lingering on you.

“Y-yes your highness” you stuttered out, shocked that this was working. Even if you didnt what you were supposed to say. No? You'd probably be executed if you did, the thoughts plaguing your mind as you walked alongside him and Aran towards their table.

He sat down patting next to him for you to sit. Yo looked up at Aran, standing there nodding as confirmation. As you then sat next to him, as far away as you could without it being obvious, or at least he didn't mind.

He poured you a drink into a gold cup, guessing the red liquid to be wine, before pushing it towards you “Thank you your highness” you said more assured this time, picking it up with both hands wrapped around it, nervous that you'd drop it.

This continued the whole night, feeling more comfortable due to the alcohol and Aran being your ‘protector’; even though he'd kill you if the prince asked him too. Lucky that you weren't lightheaded, this night being the first time you've ever had more than one drink.

You even laughed, the prince saying something funny trying to get it out of you, and from the moment he saw your smile he was entranced.

A few days after you were requested by the prince, Aran coming to fetch you. The relief on both of your faces that you'd at least end up somewhere where he could watch over you too.

You were greeted by him after passing through the gate, the prince himself helping you get out of the carriage and not your guard. He expressed that he couldn't keep his mind off you for days, your pretty face being the only thing running though his mind before finally asking you to be one of his girls.

As much as you didnt want to be “one of his many girls” you didn't have any other option than to be with, some random guy, sorry- a prince. Or be sold to an old guy whose wife ‘suddenly’ died, the thought making you cringe.

You put on a fake smile, finally let go of all your hopes and dreams, letting yourself be his, completely in and out. “Yes your highness. I would love that!”

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“Miss y/n!” your maid said coming back. “The prince wants to see you!” she exasperatedly said, running back here as it was urgent to get you ready to see him, always having to look perfect for him.

He probably wanted to talk to you about valentine’s day, something he or anyone in this country doesn't celebrate, mentioning it to him about a week ago as you laid in his arms after being with him the whole evening.

Thinking back on it; being embarrassed at how you asked, covering your face at the thought.

“I-it's um-, a day where… couples spend together” you said in a combination of mumbling and whispering out the last part, not wanting to make anything out of you twos 'relationship’. Not expecting anything after being together after being his for almost 9 months.

You've grown accustomed to not expecting anything, always getting disappointed in the end. Being emotional was hard, running in the nearest private place letting your tears run free at the littlest things, but at the end of the day it was just because no one listened to you. Someone being the slightest bit attentive to you was all it took to make you happy,.

She ran a bath for you, the steam rising as you got in it, giving you the ice you requested for your face while putting in some oils from the flowers you were growing.

Them residing in the same garden that grew the ones you planted for the a few months ago, wanting to give them as a sort of goodbye present, or not. Still being unsure about staying with him, even already writing a letter around a month ago; hiding it in the pocket in the fur coat.

You just knew at the moment you were going to play into his hands, letting him do whatever he wanted to you, not that you wouldn't enjoy it; he always took care of you.

Another reason you've grown attached to him, not realizing if you genuinely liked him, or the affection and attention he so profusely gave you. Sometimes you ever questioned your love, not romantic anymore for Aran, wondering the same. The both of them being the only ones to ever treat you with any sort of care or respect, besides your personal maid.

After doing your hair the way he liked it, along with putting on the light fitted dress you loved to wear, tou took one last look in the mirror before you walked to his office.

“My lord...” you stummerd now, clinging onto his robe straddling his leg, a heat rising up to your face. Your body never knowing how to control itself after being with him.

The other woman's jealousy still got to you, even the way they looked at you made you cower. You were sensitive, still not numb to it after everything you've been through. You were weak inside and outside. Nowhere near good enough to be his, whatever he wanted to call it.

But he noticed, not letting none of them do anything to you, you having your own personal bodyguard now. Usually spending the night with him in his room, and during the day you just sit in his lap and entertain him while he works.

He was in no way a bad prince, in fact he was a great one in your opinion, putting everyone first along with his brother, twin brother, as you learned. But something you also understood was do as you were told or it would be the end of your life, as your dear friend Aran said.

“Just because he likes you doesn't mean he’ll keep you forever.” His words always replaying themselves in your mind every time the prince did something for you, whether it was buying you something again, or that one time he gifted you a whole garden for you to tend to when he couldn't be around.

Yes you were insecure about you two’s ‘relationship’, wondering if you should just leave as you later found out any of the girls were free to leave. But the way he treats you you've grown accustomed to. Waking up in the morning, the first thing crossing your mind being him, even if you slept in separate beds. Immediately reaching out for him being disappointed when he wasn't next to you.

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There’s nobody else here, which is as much of a surprise to you as it is to the rest of the girls that had been ushered out. It’s just you and him, with the overwhelming tension blinding and dizzying.

The bath that you two were in, warmed to your liking, was only adding to that fact. After rubbing his shoulders and feeding him the sliced apples he liked, pampering him like the royalty he was, your arms got tired along with your mind. Thinking about the fact that you may not be here in a month, the ache in your heart growing.

Reaching out for some of the wine his maids had prepared earlier in the glasses as he beat you to it. Gently taking your jaw into his hand, tilting your head back enough, as you let him. Letting the slightly chilled liquid make its way down your throat. His eyes grazing you like you were a little lamb and he was a big bad wolf coming knocking on your door.

His thumb swipes once across your lips, partly cleaning up some of the wine that escaped your them. His soft grin widening, his voice being laced with the smell of liquor. “you’re so pretty, my love.” pushing your pulled up hair to the side, laying soft open mouthed kisses along your neck. Shivering at the touch while melting into his arms. “so pretty.”

You heart flutters in fearful anticipation, the lust in your body rising to the top. Every movement of his forcing a sharp, terrifying jab at your chest. He stares, stares for too long

His fingers holding a vice grip to your jaw, thumb poking at your lips, tugging your lower lip down. Marveling at you for a few more moments, before his hand falls back to his side, and he sighs.

He was entranced from the very moment he saw you.

He helped you out of the tub as it grew too cool, placing your hands in his as he then picked you up over the ledge. Placing your feet on the floor, your wet body now getting cold while admiring his slightly tanned figure as he loosely wrapped the light robe around your frame, doing the same to himself.

His broad toned chest peeking through; his pretty collarbones exposed just for you. Impure thoughts getting to you as you remembered the last time the two of you were in here. Your legs wrapped around his head, dangling, as he made you cum over and over again on the cold marble countertop.

He picked you up again, mumbling out something along the lines of “beautiful”. His big arms supporting your back and legs as he took you to his bed, sitting you down in his lap as he calls the maids in, always females, telling them to bring in some food before placing his attention back on you.

“Are you okay dear?” he asked looking at you yet again bringing you back to reality, placing his hand on your thigh, making its way slightly under your robe .

“Yes your highness-, I'm fine. Thank you for asking.” you responded giving him a warm smile. Not entirely fake, as you were enjoying yourself, but were you really happy?

You wanted the average; a nice house, a family you could always come back to, a warm bed and clothes. And he made sure to give you all the material things you could ask for. But again, were you really happy? At the end of the day you just wanted genuine love and affection.

The maids knocked on the door, him letting them in as they brought trays of food, your eyes lighting up as a smile peeked through when you saw your favorite. Making you heart beat even faster that he remembered what you told him, even though he asked you.

You fed him as usual, placing him before yourself as you were taught, not minding. Instead feeling like a mom feeding her kids, a giggle coming between you lips at how peaceful he looked.

“What's so funny?” he asked, his words coming out as concerned that he wasn't in on it.

“Nothing my lord, its just… i was thinking of how cute you looked” you said trying to hold back the laughs still trying to make their way out of your mouth.

“Cute?” he questioned, looking vaguely offended that someone would call him, the strong, handsome, intimating prince ‘cute’.

“Yes my lord”

“What about me is cute, huh?” he asked again, sounding like a child. “Is it this?” he said, now grabbing a piece of meat while opening your mouth. Taking the food in between your lips, your cheeks stuffed as you chewed on it, looking the happiest he's ever seen you. His heart growing with every movement you did. “Your right… it is.”

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, moving his hand to your waist firmly gripping it. Feeling the affection ooze out of him as he leaned into your neck. His breath being blown onto your neck with every word, his lips being so close yet so far.

You nodded, another smile appearing on your face, trying to hold back your eyes watering, not letting one tear slip out. You turned your body facing him, his hands never leaving your body. Resting your head against his chest, letting you do whatever you wanted to him.

He turned your head out of his body, facing him now. Connecting your eyes with his while he stroked your forehead.

His lips meet yours, not even realizing for a second, the feeling of his plump ones against yours being so natural at this point. Making you give him a good morning, goodnight, a good whenever kiss, everyday. One kiss turning into many, an overwhelming amount by the time his mouth is trailing down your shoulder. His wet open mouth kisses, spit and marks being left behind.

Stopping when his neck can't turn anymore. Instead repositioning you to sit higher on his lap as he now can kiss your arm, doing the same but adding his hands down your body this time.

You let out a whine when he slid your dainty little robe to the side, your body now being exposed to the cooler air, tensing you up. Hardening, hoping he would just keep paying attention to everything but that, your nipples rubbing up and down against the linen fabric, your legs straddled his thigh as he slightly bounced you everytime he reattached himself to your skin.

His warm hand eased the cold feeling as he placed in on your inner thigh; a wave of heat rushing through you as he gripped it, fingers inching closer and closer while his eyes looked down upon you, his lip behind your ears, feeling his hot breath be blown onto the to top of your spine making yous shiver in his summery embrace.

“y -ah, your high-ness” you moaned out, your hands nothing compared to the size of his, reaching out for his wrist, barely being able to wrap your trembling fingers around it.

Your dramatic, conscious tears finally spilling out as you feel his length grown against the swell of your ass involuntary grinding against it.

“Why so formal my love?” he smirked, the hunger in his voice evident, spreading your poor little cunt open. His fingers sliding down it, gathering the slick in between them before teasing his finger in your hole. Only putting just past his nail in, feeling the wet hotness slide down his knuckle letting out a heavy groan at the sight.

He pulled the finger out, moving his head so you could have a clear view of him as he placed his ring finger on his tongue sucking on it, deliberately making it sound as lewd as it could. Loving how flustered your pretty face got as you hid into his arm, clenching your fists around the fluff of his collar.

He let out a little laugh, thinking about how precious you were while sliding his hands up your thigh and separating the sides of your robe letting the shoulder fall off completely all the way down to your waist.

His fingers covered in slick and saliva now fondling your tits he freed, his middle finger and thumb pinching your nipple, already hardened from earlier. Internally blaming it on the cold and not how worked up he got you.

Opening your legs with his other hand, letting you back rest of his chest once again, hiking your knees up to give him a full view, looking down or in the big mirror he had against the wall.

Returning his hands to the mess of your cunt, this time actually sliding his finger fully in, no warning besides the fact that he was obviously growing impatient. Wanting to devour you, but reminding himself that he had to take his time or he would break you.

“You get like this… for me?” he teased nudging his head into yours, forcing you to look at your reflection. Your legs spread open just for him, your greedy little hole swallowing him up as you whined out not knowing for what.

Your mostly naked body against his still clothed,m while his eyes stared into yours from the mirror, your cheeks being squished into his hands as he makes you maintain looking at the scene, bringing your pouted lips to his, so irresistible.

The formerly neat bed you two were on now being the opposite, the roses you said you loved being spread out all over the mattress as he pulled away from the kiss to lay you down on the soft quilt

His body towering over yours, knowing already in the back of his head that the maids would have to come in for a second time to clean up, just to throw away his sheets after he took care of you tonight.

Voice high pitched as you sobbed in embarrassment from his lips attaching to your nipple, fingers fucking into you shallowly, his slow pace getting faster every second. 

Sucking on your chest, the pain being eased by his tongue dragging the spit over them, before working against it by using his teeth almost drawing blood. Your writhing under him, mouth open, no sound coming out except gasps, the way you’re squirming under him makes him grow even harder .

“I just want to fuck you, my dear, over and over again. The only thing I ever think of is you. Your precious moans and the pleasured look on your face is always running through my mind.” kissing away the tears falling on your cheeks before they fell onto your chest.

 Leaning back into you and whispering into your ear, his breath tickling your baby hairs. “Fuck you till you cant think anymore, till all you can think of is me... just like you deserve.”

Sweat dripping down your back as he flips you over, your robe falling completely off, bare as the day you were born. Him trailing his finger down your spine, your ass already in the air knowing how he liked it.

Feeling the need burning under your skin, your hole clenching around nothing, wanting so desperately to be filled.

 He wants to defile you, fuck you so much that all you know is him. Whether it was his cock making its way into your hole or mouth, barely being able to fit it but doing your best. His cock twitching at the thought of it.

His hand wrapping around your throat bringing you out of your own little world, choking you with your back to his chest, your knees doing their best to support you.

 The atmosphere quickly changing, feeling the displeasure seep out from him. “Now what was that letter, hmm?” he questioned, already knowing, wanting you to explain what the fuck was going on in that pretty little head of yours.

The fact that you, a noble now thanks to him, wanted to leave the man who gave you everything you heart desired? He thought you were crazy. Even questioning if anyone had put any poison in your food.

“Y-your highness!” you choked out, turning around quickly trying to solve the problem you created, fat tears falling once again.

 “I- um, well… the other women were-“ you cried thinking back to this morning when you went to grab the white and yellow flowers that you've been pampering for so long. This now being the second time they've done something like this.

“A-and…i've taken a liking to you, Your highness. please forgive me!” you sobbed out, knowing what you said. His naturally flirty nature made you doubt yourself, Not knowing if he even liked you back. 

Your head now hurting from putting yourself in this position, already getting too attached to him, what were you thinking? You? With the future king, your food must have really been tampered with.

“Huh?” he said, ignoring the words coming out of your mouth being music to his ears. His somber voice turning damned as his anger was rising.

“you'd think i'd let you leave me? I don't think you understand dear...i'd kill you and everyone working under you if you left me.'' you winced at the threat is his tone, not knowing if he was being sincere or not, working against it so you'd never find out.

“You don't think I noticed? I always have guards around you. They let me know your every movement, whether it's taking a stroll outside or going to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and they just so happened to see you crying your eyes out.” He stated loosening his grip. “But don't worry dear, I took care of them.”

“W-what?”

“You'll never have to see them again my love, I got rid of them.” he said with his unforgiving smile, almost cooing at you. Moving his hand from around your neck to cupping your face, his body still hovering over you. “So now it's just me and you.”

The strange thing is that you felt no fear, even knowing that getting rid of them meant he killed some of them, but why did it make your heart flutter? Why did it get you more excited? You were really going insane.

“You know I'm the only man that can take care of you, the only one can fill this needy little cunt up. he said, spreading you open, slightly pushing one of his fingers in. “i've got your slutty body trained to get soaking at just my presence”

“my lord-” you sang, thinking of how gentle he was while still controlling you. Remembering the first time he laid his hands on you. It hurt so bad, even though he spent a good amount of time prepping you to the point where you felt ‘messy’, but it still pained you to take him.

The first time you've ever been touched, and when you told him he froze, never being in this situation before. He thrived knowing that he would be the one to take the purity out of your body, preparing a whole week to ease you up. But you would never tell him this, not because you were scared for your life, but more of a caring reason, not wanting to hurt his feelings and ego in a sense.

“That's not my name.” he said, shoving his finger all the way in you in one motion, gasping at the action, still not letting a word out . “Fuck princess, call me by my name.”

You hesitated, your body not following suit. “Cmon love” he said almost pleading with you, his voice once changing again, sounding like a sad kid right now. “You're not gonna get anything till I hear that pretty voice say my name” he continued moving his finger in you, your moans bouncing off the walls.

You've never been so conflicted, not knowing what to do, just letting yourself be his completely in and out again. “P-prince Atsumu-”

“Fuck.” he groaned, your soft whine letting out his name, accompanied by prince. But he could deal with that. That fact that he's got you wrapped around his finger right now, literally, has him fueled. This all he needs to keep him going, to prove you would be nothing without him, without realizing deep down it was the same for him.

“You only get like this for me don't you. Of course you do! i'm the only man you've ever been with.” he confidently stated, keeping it that way, not caring if he had to use his bloodthirsty hands to do it. “Your brain only thinks dirty thoughts when I'm around, huh?”

He continued playing with you, touching every part of your body, the parts that he taught you about, some that you couldn't even get to, making you act like a fool under him getting him even more ansty. “fuck-.” he groaned taking his clothes fully off, letting his cock finally be free. The friction of his robe already making it leak with pre-cum, standing on its own against his stomach, so red and needy.

“You ready princess?” he said dragging you by your ass towards him, rolling you over as you arched your back, now face down ass up.

Presenting yourself for him as he let his cock rest on your ass, lubing it all up with your slick as he rubbed against it, wanting to stretch you out comfortably for you, pain and pleasure to mix not be separate.

“a-ahh,” you panted out, his thrusts immediately taking your breath away, not being able to catch it. His hands wandering all over your body before grabbing you shoulder, pulling you back against him, his other hand grabbing your tits, his grip tight.

HIs slow pace quickens as you clench around him, his other hand gripping under your hips to hold you up. He's never heard something so beautiful in his life, your moans and whines echoing around in his big room.

He's also never seen something this beautiful, looking in the mirror as your face is all fucked out for him. You tiny little cunt taking him whole, his balls slapping against your clit making you squeal with every thrust.

This position being his favorite, him able to see your body in every angle with help of the mirror, letting him abuse your body for hours. Watching his big hands tease your hardened nipples while you wheezed out nonsense, going completely dumb from his dick.

“You gonna be louder? Gonna let your precious guard know your getting fucked?” he tells you, thrusting into you harder, the jealousy that was settled in him rising back up. Ever since he first saw you he noticed the way you looked at him, putting it to the side due to the fact that he and Aran were close and that you too had nothing going on.

But the possessiveness in him grew after you tried to leave him, wanting to claim you in every way, wanting you to not be even able to function without him or his dick, him being the only thing in your mind. The heat growing under his skin this time, burning up throughout him as he fucks into you harder, pulling you close to him, his face now in your neck.

You could only whine at the shame you felt, Aran not even crossing your mind like that anymore. His hand unyielding its place on your breast, his fingernails leaving marks there as leaves sloppy kisses under your ear, knowing how sensitive you were there.

“You like this, right? Getting fucked like a whore, showing off. Like it when you’re stuffed full of my cock, pounding my own cum into you? You know cant leave me”

The vulgar splurge of words coming from his mouth along with his cock nuding your cervix at this angle was knocking the sense out of you, letting your moans finally be free, not holding them back anymore. Your body going limp in his hold, lucky that he was holding onto you so desperately, his hot breath sticking to the slobber he left on your neck.

“tsumu,” you gasped out to his delight, not even realizing what you had just said, too lost in pleasure. Knowing that he now has you in the palm of his hand. Saying his name so casually and lewd, like he wasn't going to rule the country one day. Pushing against his tight unchanging hold on you. “Can’t , please― ”

“You’re addressing someone of importance you know.” He said, regripping the base of your neck hard enough to hold you in place. “People are killed for not addressing royalty properly. Confidence overflowing through his words, finally having the upper hand.

“It would be a shame if that happened to you”. He continued, a slight tease in his voice, his cock getting harder looking at your pretty little tears dripping down your cheeks, falling onto your tits.

“-i didn’t mean to!” you sniffled, moving your arms backwards, grabbing onto him, lucky that he wouldn't cut your hands off for touching royalty at him. Tears now flowing from fear and pleasure.

“Tell me who I am, then I might forgive you.” he teased, playing mind games with you, having you fall and break into his hands, made him grow in excitement. “M-my lord” you moaned, not wanting to give in. “No.” he asserted, his grip on your neck tightening again. “Tell me who i really am”

You trembled in his hold that was growing looser with every second, knowing exactly what he wanted. “f-future king” you muttered out trying not to cry, embarrassed of how this, he, was affecting you.

You would normally be scared in this situation but the way his cock was pulsing inside you making all your worries go away. If you were to die, you would gladly if this was the reason why.

Your words getting to him, somehow fucking into you harder, bruising your cervix, breaking into your womb. “You want me cum inside? Leave my cum stuffed up inside of you? Hmm?” you could only nod, knowing you had no other choice, not that you wouldn't choose the other option in this situation, the feeling of pleasure overriding your logical thoughts.

“Can't hear you.” He uttered, groans following him. ”y-yes!” you whined like a baby, not wanting the feeling of him to leave. You were really spoiled, always getting what you wanted, and as usual he followed though, never saying no to you. “What a good girl, already thinking of how to help me.”

You don't know how long it’s been anymore, can’t think of anything besides ‘Prince Atsumu’, just how he wanted it. He couldn't picture anything other than him fucking you full of cum until your swelling with it. Unable to move as he flips you over facing him, wanting to see face first the mess he was making in your cunt.

Every part of him wants to own you, in and out. Wants to break you down until you're completely his, until your body responds to only him, until your brain is trained to be completely his, not giving any other man any attention.

“Want me to breed you, want me to fuck so much of my cum into you, that it’ll be spilling outta you for days? M’gonna knock you up full of my babies, just like a good little girl,” he groaned, having your wrists pinned to the bed with one hand.

Not like you could move, his strong arms holding you in place. Your pitiful whines not being heard over the sound of his balls slapping into you, the sound of you creaming all over him being white noise at this point. But the idea is nice at the moment; being unable to move, just being Prince Atsumu’s, the future king of Inari’s plaything to fuck as he pleases.

“Tight little cunt, swallowing my cock up,” he tells you, watching as the drool escapes your mouth, kissing it off of you. “Gonna fuck you till your pregnant angel, I’m gonna fuck you again and again until your carrying my heir. You’d like that, right love? Fuck my cum in and out of you.”

“y-yeah tsumu please tsu- tsumiee, please -ahhh” you cried, not caring what the consequences were. He was thrilled, his excitement being shown through his body, finally breaking you down to this state.

The fact that he turned you, a sweet, nervous virgin, into a needy little thing. Still remembering the day he took it, getting on his knees for the first time in his life, being the first person he's ever pleased and not the opposite.

Something about you made him keep coming back, wanting to see your face scrunch up in delight, caring about you more than himself, wanting to be your first and last. He genuinely thought he was going crazy, not experiencing a human emotion.

“Gonna fill you up with little princesses and princes so you gotta stick around and we’ll make a whole kingdom for ourselves.” he stated, wanting to make sure no one could mistake you as anything but his.

Your “yeah” makes his heart burst. You soft, sweet voice saying just what he wants makes him snap, hips relentless as he fucks you, unable to think beyond anything except fucking a baby, or two, into you. Wanting to see you so big and needy.

His heads in a whole nother world, the urge to fuck you, make you his own, the only thing not draining him. He trails finger down to your clit, rubbing it energetically. Listening to your sobs, edging him to not stop.

“Please” you voiced out, choking on your words. Being so close, yet so far. Him not letting you orgasm until he wanted you to. His selfish desires making you kick your legs out in complaint.

Feeling his cock pulsing inside you, finally moving his fingers on your clit again; blessing the gods that he at last let you cum, your body shaking as he slid his length deeper into you. You let out a cry, clinging onto him. His shoulders being placed into your arms as you didnt let him go, chest rising and falling dramatically.

“Fuck!,” he grunted. You nails digging into his skin, leaving little crescents there. Dropping into your neck as he finally feels sedated, cum shooting hot and thick into you. Holding you as you did him, your eyes already staring to close.

“You take everything so good, princess. so slutty,” he says, affectionate as he can be, looking at the mess you were making. His newfound love for you pouring out with every touch he laid on you. Not pulling out of you as he picked you up to get the dirty sheets off the bed, your head falling back his arms, eyes burning to close, lips slightly open.

“My love...” he murmured, now laying his body on yours, skin to skin. His face in your chest, your hands grabbing onto his fluffy hair. “You’re such a sweet girl… a pretty little thing.” he whispered, knowing you loved when the words left his mouth.

You murmured back, wanting the words ‘I love you'' to come out so desperately. Hiccupping as he adjusted himself in you. Leaving light kisses on your chest, clenching at the sensation, hating being so sensitive.

As he trails his hand down your chest to the pendant necklace laying in between your breasts, the first gift he ever got you.

He noticed you never took it off, just this one, not the countess rings, headpieces and other necklaces he bought you. He knew that you very much appreciated those, but this one was special to you, even keeping it on whenever you had to put on other jewelry whenever he had events, tucking it in the chest part of your corset.

You coddled him, his real personality coming back, where he acted like a needy baby, loving how you held him in your arms. Feeling like home along with his mellow smell, the scent of burnt amber mixed with the comfy smell of fresh linen making you melt into his touch everytime he pulled you closer.

He didn't want to admit how attached to you he was. Your warm smile, soft body, always knowing how to take care of him and make him feel warm and cozy, his personal stress reliever. Swearing he saw a halo around you head when you woke him up every morning, the light shining through the windows providing another testament.

“Were you serious?” you said, voice course and shaky. Wanting to hear the words you wanted the most.

“I'm the future king, they can't go against my orders.” He said reading your mind again, understanding how stressful it must be in your position. “Besides you already are in the eye of the people.” he huffed out, rubbing your stomach with his warm hands.

You saw a smile appear on his face before he disconnected himself from you, disregarding the warmth leaving your body.

“P-prince Astumu! You can't!” you uttered trying to take it off as fast as you could, hands scrambling. “Shh, see?” he said, turning your head to the mirror. “Look at how well it fits you.” he continued. You thinking his mind was clouded right now. Your naked form covered by the sheets the sheets. Your being a mess, along with your eyes looking red and swollen.The crown being the only thing presentable, sitting upon your fucked out head.

“fuck, you’re so pretty...” he said, giving you a longing kiss on the forehead, taking his time separating from you.

“W-what are we?”you said finally placing the crown back on the dresser.

“What do you want us to be?” he said, letting out a laugh, trying not to be so serious as he's never felt this way before. Being nervous for the first time since he was a kid.

“I'm serious.” you said pulling away from him. His shocked attitude working the fastest he's ever done in his whole career. His face expressing his need

“Ok...” pulling you back to him, the thought of you leaving making him want to crumble. ‘I need you.”

“And?…i'm not the only one you need.” you said trying to push him, his immature side coming in at the worst times.

“Fuck, okay my love, i promise you, you or I won’t be going anywhere, okay? I swear on god's green earth and everything I own.” suffocating you in his arms so you couldn't leave, pressing his lips against your head speaking every word that came into his mind.

Before you moved your head looking at him in the eyes, the blanket pulled up over the both of you, the roses wilted all over the floor. Your stare halting his thoughts, your eyes telling him to spill every secret that he held against you, wanting to know his very thought about you.

His eyes met yours, not being able to look away. A sigh left his lips as a blush grew on his face, you being the first person to leave him like this. At last he regained his composure, his messy haired, scratched up self speaking. “If you'd just let me explain.”

[erectionsandtea]

Poly party summer fun headcanons bc 😄 (I'm sorry I'm advance that this is so fucking long please forgive me) (you can find part 2 here)

Part 1

Pool party:

IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER

- El learns the usage of the word "hot" (regarding attractiveness, not temperature) when she sees Max in a two-piece swimsuit

But then Mike is like "what about me?" cos he's totally jealous and wants El's attention too, but before she can respond Max is like "you're not hot, Mike, you're more like cute in a nerdy kind of way. I guess." and El is like "yeah, you're a cute nerd!" and Mike is like "ex-fucking-cuse me??"

And then Will is like "I think you're hot" and Mike is like "thank you-"

"but you're still a nerd"

"you're a nerd!" and he grabs Will and kind of traps him in this hug and says "but you're a cute nerd" and then a cute kiss

And El is giggling at byler but still staring at Max too, and Max is yelling Byler to get a room, and Lucas is just rolling his eyes at everyone but he also keeps getting distracted looking at Max, and Dustin is yelling at everyone

"for the love of god, can you guys stop flirting for like two minutes and help me set up the snacks??"

And Suzie is like "I'll help you, Dusty-bun"

"you're the best girlfriend in the whole world"

*giggles* "you're the best boyfriend in the whole galaxy!"

"well YOU'RE the best-"

(cos Dustin and Suzie like to do this weird one-upping kind of thing ???)

And then everyone is just like "okay okay, we're coming!" and "we're helping, geez!"

- Max totally helped El shop for and pick out her swimsuit, something that would show off her cute bod and drive Mike crazy (but also herself), and "damn girl, you have no idea how good you look" *wink*

- Lucas pushes Max in the pool

- Max obvsly gets revenger by pushing Lucas in the pool, while he's in the middle of doing something else like conversing, idk

- El wants to get in on the pool-pushing action, so she tries to push mike in the pool, but he grabs hold of her and they both fall in

- Underwater kisses! (with all the ships)

- mad flirting and lots of staring, lol (also with all the ships)

- El and Max sunbathing next to Suzie but they are on towels on the grass instead of a chair bc how are they supposed to get all close to each other on a single chair ??

- sunbathing girls ogling the boys in the pool

- boys in the pool ogling the sunbathing girls

- squirt guns, water balloons, and fights with pool noodles

- Suzie likes to sunbathe and read fantasy novels (she's totally a girly-girl nerd) and Dustin likes to just stop and watch her sometimes bc she's beautiful and also cute and hot, and sometimes she'll catch him watching from the pool or across the yard and they'll smile at each other.

And then she'll say something super cheesy like "I miss you, Dusty-bun" cos technically they are apart from each other. And he starts to say that he misses her too, but then Max/Lucas are like "jesuschrist, you guys are LITERALLY 20 feet away from each other!" and Dustin is just like "hey, I put up with all of your cute couple-y shit!"

- El wants to know what Suzie is reading and Suzie starts telling her the story in great detail (cos she's totally read the book before, it's one of her favorites? WHAT BOOK DO YOU GUYS THINK IT IS, LET ME KNOW) and then she recommends more books for El

- El totally takes control of the big inflatable pool floatie shaped like a duck or a unicorn or idfk

- Mike and Will try to push the floatie over but she clings to it, screaming, and even tho they manage to overturn her she still comes out on top and splashes them to make them stop

- Max helping El defend against the boys by jumping on some backs lol (more like grabbing and hoisting bc it’s hard to jump when in water)

- Max then trying to join El by jumping on the floatie (from the side of the pool), but she just ends up sinking them both

- El also tries doing those mermaid hair flips and just generally her and max doing funny things with both their hair (El wants to be a mermaid)

- pool volleyball, anyone? Or maybe pool basketball??

- Joyce is there to bring them lemonade and the burgers that Jonathan makes and other summer foods bc she is mom of the goddamn century

- chicken fights (top/bottom) (lmk who you think would win, lol)

Max/Lucas vs El/Mike

Will/Mike vs El/Max

Lucas/Dustin vs Max/Mike

Taunts and "insults" are slung, but also cheers, lol

Everyone falls down more often from loss of balance than actual pushing

- "no running around the goddamn pool, or you little shits will face some serious consequences!" (lol sorry I had to put Steve in there, but he's really not threatening at all 😆)

- Marco Polo (and El is totally not allowed to cheat by using her powers) (but even without cheating she's still pretty good, lol)

- sneaking up behind and dunking

- El wearing goggles and just being able to actually look and SEE underwater and it's so cool and beautiful, "but it makes everything sound weird"

- splash fights, and usually more than half the party ends up turning on one or two specific people

- the boys try to do that thing where you dive through inflatable donuts and it basically becomes a contest

Will can successfully dive through one donut, it's mostly just luck tho

"okay, you can dive thru one donut, but can you dive thru two??" (Mike kind of succeeds but he somehow gets his foot stuck and kicks the donut off)

"okay, but can dive thru three???"

And Dustin is like "come on guys, this is getting insane" but he sees the donuts getting stacked and everyone lining up and he's just like *sigh* "goddamnit" cos he knows he has to do it now too, he's not backing down!

El doesn't dive but she successfully pencil jumps thru at least one donut

Max dives thru two-and-a-half donuts (don't even ask me how) and it's not all three, but it's more than any of the boys can do so she totally wins the contest

- when it starts getting late, before everyone goes inside, Joyce takes some photos of all of them while the sun is still out (until Will jokingly begs her to stop), some smiling ones, some silly face ones, and a couple candid ones (Jonathan takes most of the photos tho cos duh)

If you have any ideas or anything to add, please feel free to do so, either by reblogging or my askbox! 👍🏻

[haijimee]

It Should Be You

authors note: um i love tobio bcuz hes so blunt and mean <333 but here <33 i couldn't figure out a name for the bitch so meiko ig?? idfk im terrible w names dhmu

cw/tw: slight??angst?? if u squint??, fluff bcuz that's what im all abt, uh, some naughty words (watch ur mouth tobio >:(( ), uh plastic ass hoe??? fuckin shit up???, childhood friends to lovers <333, DW HAPPY ENDING!!!

song to listen to: Home to Me (Live) , Devil & The Deep Blue Sea

[Tobio Kageyama x Female Reader]

He didn't get it. Why was this happening to him? His teammates told him that getting in a relationship would be enjoyable, so he did, with this girl named Meiko in his class, who wore hair extensions and way too much makeup. She was the first girl to confess to him after the conversation so he said yes.

But why was she so fucking annoying? He could hardly stand it. Sure he had a short temper but she made it even shorter. Always whining and complaining about everything!

"Tobioooo!! I said I wanted to go the the PINK café! This is red!!!"

"Tobioooo!! Why are you practicing right now?! You should be taking me on a dateeee!!"

"Tobiooo tell me my makeup looks good!"

"Tobiooo! Why were you talking to that other blonde girlll!! I don't care if she's your manager you can't talk to other girls when you have meee!!"

God, if she wasn't a girl he would've sent a ball into her face. He tried to talk and she would cut him off talking about her so terrible problems, which consisted of her makeup looking horrible or her hair was disgusting.

She looked the same to him so he made no comment until she whined about it. But the thing that irritated him the most as that she kept trying to change him. Saying he should dress more cleanly, or that he should focus more on her than volleyball, which was so fucking stupid! He wasn't going to change, he liked the way he was!

He hated it. His teammates said relationships were soothing and would make him happier, but he just felt shitty, he could never get a break.

And he told this all to one person. You. His best friend.

He'd rant about Meiko and all the issues on the days he'd go over to your house, he'd lay down on your bed as you'd comb your hands through his soft black hair, whispering "really?" and "oh Tobio" every now and then. He spent most of his free time with you, usually, but Meiko kept dragging him away. It made him stressed and unhappy, he was so used to spending everyday with you. But on some days he could spend time with you, avoiding Meiko and walking home with you as he used to.

On one of those days, he was tired, drained, as you both walked through the door. You said hello to your mother as you slipped off your shoes and Tobio did the same. You took your backpacks and walked up the stairs to your room.

But the second you closed the door he flopped down on your bed face first. You laughed, taking his backpack from his hand and placing it next to yours as you climbed on your bed and laid back against the pillows and headboard, opening your legs and patting your lap as he crawled over, flipping over to look up at you.

Your hands found their way into his coal black strands, egging him on to begin talking, easing him easily into relaxation. And the waterfall flowed. Telling about how Meiko began screeching at him because he wouldn't eat the bento she made him, and he explained that it was all burnt and smelled like shit! So of course he wasn't going to eat it!

"And she went all 'I put love into that bento!' but if that's her love it's fucking gross!" he cried and you giggled, closing your eyes in a smile.

He looked up at you, as you began to laugh harder, your shoulders shaking as you laughed, little snorts interrupting your giggles, which made you laugh even harder.

He looked at you and felt his heart pound, his face go beet red. He had never realized how happy he was with you. How comfortable it felt to have his head in your lap, your hands on his face. He'd never noticed how he knew everything about you, from your favorite food to the strangest birthmark you had on your back. He had been there for a long time, and you were the only person strong enough to break down his walls.

As your giggles settled you looked back down at him with the warmest smile.

"Go on, tell me about the rest of your day Tobio, I wanna hear."

He stared at you, wide eyed before he sat up quickly, startling you as you jumped. He looked at you, his eyes tracing every feature of your face.

"Why couldn't it be you?" He asked, his face blank.

"What?" You said softly, confusion in your expression as you looked back at him.

"Why couldn't it be you who confessed?" He said.

You stopped, blinking.

"Tobio what do you mean?" You laughed nervously, was he serious? Of course he was, Tobio was always serious! But what was he talking about? 'Why couldn't it be you who confessed?' What did that mean?!

"I mean, why can't you be the one I'm dating?" He said bluntly, and your jaw dropped. Your cheeks flushed red as you looked at him.

"Tobio! You have a girlfriend you can't just say that! I'm just your best friend!" You squealed, fisting your bedsheets between your hands.

"But why can't you be more? Do you not like me?" He looked sad, his eyes looking down. It panged in your heart.

"Of course not Tobio. I like you, I like you so much! But- you have a girlfriend! Don't you love her?!" You cried, the words dug into your heart. He loved her.

"No? What made you think that?" Tobio asked, confused.

"Well, you're dating her so you love her right?" You asked, stating the obvious.

"What? No. My teammates said that dating would make my life better so I said yes to the next confession, though it's not making my life better to be honest." He said, and your jaw dropped. Again.

"Tobio! Do you even know how dating works?!" You screamed, grabbing his uniform collar and pulling him closer.

"Um...no?" he said, sweat dropping at your tone. Was there something special about dating he didn't know? Like, money? Or magic?

You looked at him, massaging your temples.

"Dating is something romantic. When two people feel love towards each other and decide to pursue a romantic relationship together. Where you kiss and go on dates to the movies or to restaurants or cute cafes where you get lattes with hearts in them. Where they're both comfortable with each other and cuddle on the couch, talk about life and the future. And if things go well they get married and live life together, maybe having kids or getting pets. Just loving each other with everything they have.." You said softly, a faraway look in your eyes, ever since you were a child you had dreamed of something like that. And as you grew, you realized you wanted to have the future with one person. The one person you could never have.

Tobio Kageyama.

He looked at you, his eyes wide in realization.

"I guess I'm breaking up with Meiko now. Thank god." He said, and you looked at him, laughing a bit. You felt so at ease with Tobio, even now he was making you smile and laugh. "So..have you ever..dated..anyone?" he asked.

For some reason, he didn't like it. The thought. He didn't like the picture in his head of you sitting on the couch with some random guy. Going out together and..and kissing. Or you running your hands through some other guys hair as he talks about his day and you give him that soft smile or snort laugh. It made his chest hurt. He didn't like it not one bit.

"Ah..no..I've never uh..been one for dating.." You mumbled, cheeks pink. Tobio looked at you and suddenly you realizing his eyes were sad. And as he looked at yours he saw beyond that smile you always gave him. He saw the swirls of pain in your eyes. He hated it. You gazed back at him to see those sad blue eyes, his lips curled in a frown as his brows furrowed together.

"Hey Tobio whats wrong?" You asked as you looked at him, reaching out to cup his cheek. His heart started pounding again, erratically beating against his chest. He stared at you, eyes wide before jumping back, scrambling a bit away from you as you watched in confusion. He calmed down, moving to sit on his knees as he looked at you again.

"So..do you..love someone?" He asked, breaking his gaze away from yours as he looked down at the bed.

You eyed him, before lifting your chin up a bit, looking at the corner of your ceiling.

"Yeah. I do, and I've loved them for a very long time." You said softly, and his head snapped up to look at you. Of course you loved someone, he spat in his head. You were so kind and so nice, it's obvious you'd find someone nice who you'd fallen for. But his chest squeezed. He knew there was someone. But why. Why did it hurt so much. Knowing it wasn't him? Why couldn't it be him.

He hadn't even realized he'd been clutching his chest, squeezing his uniform so hard his knuckles turned white. He hadn't realized until you grabbed his hand, unfurling it from the black material of his uniform as you took it in yours, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles like you always did. He looked at you, and felt the pain build up again as he stared into your eyes.

"Who is it..?" he asked, praying the emotions swirling in his head weren't betrayed by his voice. You looked at him and then at his hand.

"I don't think I'll tell you." You murmured, and Tobio gritted his teeth. As the thoughts in his head pounded until one slipped out of his lips.

"I want it to be me."

He said, and your eyes widened as you looked at him.

"What?"

"I want it...to be me.." he repeated, his ears and face reddening, "I want to be..the person that you love.." he mumbled, as the thought settled in him. He did. He always has. Wait a minute. He always has. Yes..he..he has hasn't he?

He's always wanted to be the person holding your hand on the way to school. The one who leans over and asks you for help with his notes. The one who eats lunch with you as you share your food, as he sloppily takes his chopsticks and places a piece of chicken in your mouth as you laugh and put a piece of eggroll in his. He always wanted to see you at his games, it fired him up to see you cheering his name and looking so proud when he did a good set. He always wanted to be the person who took you out for snacks and who you could call at 2am when your crying because you feel sad, and he'll go over to your house just to hug you and listen to you rant.

He..he wants to be the person to kiss you, and hug you and cuddle you and take you out to romantic places. He wants to be the one to marry you.

As he looked up at you it hit him in the face. He has always loved you. It's why dating Meiko felt wrong. Why the past few weeks without you felt wrong. The truth was, he couldn't bare life without you. He wanted to always be with you.

You were still mulling over his words, eyes wide and blank. You couldn't even comprehend what you were saying until you said it.

"Silly Tobio..you've always been the person I loved."

You clasped your hands over your mouth as the words came out, face red as Tobio stared at you, his eyes were wide as he realized it. You both sat there for a few seconds before he carefully crawled over to you, taking your hands off your mouth and pressing them to his chest, where you could feel the fast beating of his heart.

"Is this..is this weird?" He asked softly, and you looked at him, his pink cheeks and ears, and smiled. Smiled so much as tears fell from your eyes and cascaded down your cheeks. Tobio began to panic but you simply pulled him closer, burying your face into his chest as you hugged him tightly. He looked at you before relaxing, sitting down as he wrapped his arms around your torso, resting his head atop yours.

"Hey?" He asked softly, after you two had sat like this for a few minutes. You looked up.

"Mhm?"

"Does this mean we're dating now?" He asked, and you giggled.

"Just break up with Meiko tomorrow and yeah, yeah I think so." You said, and Tobio gave a proud smile. As you both shifted to lean against the pillows, legs and arms tangled up as you pressed close to eachother, his head atop yours and you snuggled into the crook of his neck.

"Hey?" He asked again, and you hummed in an answer, as he looked down at you.

"I think I'm in love with you."

"I think I'm in love with you too."

CAN YOU GUYS SEE THE TEARS IN MY EYES OH MY GOD

its so fucking LONG now that i realize it. i just got so into this wrote this in like 3 hours..

i love awkward tobio hes so cute

anyways

now kiss <333 come get ur man tobio stans <33 THAT RHYMED FUCK YEAH

[imagine-that]

Good for you

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warning: angst? Anger? Idfk, breaking things, rage ig.

( A part 2 to White Horse )

AN: I didn’t have this one planned as a part buttttttttt I heard the song and I had a Loki’s perspective idea for this fic and I just started writing it and now it’s finished andddddd I kinda like it even more than I liked White Horse 😊😊 here’s the song if you want to listen while you read or whatever ❤️❤️

Loki glared up at the ceiling, staring up at the art of a mural painted over the surface for what seemed like the thousandth time that day alone. He showed absolutely no desire to do much else lately, not unless visiting Heimdall counted as something to do, but he never did that just for the purpose of chatting.

Since you’d ran away, he was even worse than he was before. He was cold towards anyone who approached him, he snapped at the very slightest of things and he spent his days obsessing. Obsessing over where you were, what you did, who you were with. Essentially, if it had anything to do with you, he demanded to know even the smallest of details.

For whatever reason, he didn’t dare go down to Midgard to look for you. Heimdall believed it was because he only worried for you and somehow deep down he knew this was better for the both of you but he kept this theory to himself, not wanting to further enrage the god.

“Where is she/he/they now?” Loki barked as he walked through the gates, not bothering with a normal greeting.

“Y/n is just out for a coffee your highness, there is not much to say from the last time you asked.” Heimdall said simply.

Loki shakes his head with a cold laugh. “And? Who is she/he/they with then? Midgardians typically go for coffee in pairs. They use it as a date.” He sneers, glaring just at the thought.

“It seems that she/he/they is with another person yes.” Heimdall says, hoping it won’t send Loki over the edge to hear.

“Of course.” He mutters under his breath, storming away without another word to Heimdall, his brain flooding with an overwhelming amount of memories with you, making his jaw grind as it tightened.

Well good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks

Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world

His thoughts were plagued with the idea of you with another, your hand held in someone else’s, your laugh being another persons treasure. It filled him with an envy as green as his cloaks, his blood boiling at the mere idea.

He stormed through the throne room, ignoring his fathers shouts of anger for the interruption, ignoring Thor’s cries of concern and heading straight to the only place he felt he had left of you; your room in the palace.

As angry as he was, he gently shut the door behind him rather than slamming it, not wanting to disturb the peace in the empty room.

To others, that was exactly what it would look like; an empty and vacant bedroom waiting to be used. But to him it was the last place he’d seen you, the last time he’d ever seen his one true love was in this room and he couldn’t handle the idea that it could be the last time ever.

He glanced at the photos you’d left decorating your dresser, the only sign that this room was ever once used for anything more than a guest room.

He stared at one of the photos with a blank stare, grabbing it off the dresser and looking down at your still smiling face intently, as though if he stared long enough, it would pull you right out of the photograph and back to him. But then he flashes back to the last night you two had been together, the way he’d been so blinded by his love for you that you’d managed to deceit him and he cried out in anger, tossing the frame across the room where it smashed as soon as it hit the wall.

He was breathing heavy, collapsing down to the ground on his knees.

He remembered Heimdall telling him that you had been seeing a therapist, coping much better with the trauma he’d put you through when you started seeing the professional. Despite his love for you, he was jealous beyond belief.

He was a god, he was good looking, he was a prince. He should be the one thriving without you, so he thought. But instead he was the one falling apart at the seams.

And good for you, I guess that you’ve been workin’ on yourself

I guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped

Now you can be a better man for your brand new girl

He cried out again, anger filling his entire body with a hot rage.

Thor slammed the door open, rushing over to his brothers side. “Brother, what is the matter?” He asked, crouching down beside him.

Loki laughs humourlessly. “What is the matter? WHAT IS THE MATTER? The one person in this world who has ever chosen me over all else, who has ever loved me unconditionally has ran off into the sunset, probably with a mere mortal. And I am at fault for it. That, dear brother, is what is the matter.” He growls, a sad smile painting his lips.

“Y/n will return brother, at which point you may apologize for the problems between you two.” Thor assures him.

Loki scoffs, looking up at his brother with narrowed eyes. “Dare not speak her/his/their name brother.” He warns, his jaw stiff again.

Since your departure, the only person who’d said your name was Heimdall. Not even Loki himself could bring himself to say it, the pain still too raw.

Well good for you

You look happy and healthy, not me

If you ever cared to ask

“It will happen Loki. Give it time.” Thor says again, ignoring his brothers threat as he rises to his feet, patting Loki on the shoulder sympathetically.

Loki doesn’t move, stays in his spot planted on your floor, surrounded by his memories while Thor leaves.

He pulls himself up, but only to let himself lay on your bed rather than looking so pathetic and powerless on the floor, feeling he at least deserved that much dignity.

“Dearest I miss you.” He murmurs to no one, staring up at the ceiling once again, this time not quite glaring. The intricate golden and silver designs on your ceiling were more delicate, softer than the ones in his own or in any other room in the palace really.

“Loki I don’t need my own room in the palace. I have yours! That’s plenty enough for me.” He could practically hear your voice, your hesitation at staying in the palace officially due to the royalty part of everything fresh in his mind as though it were only yesterday and not three or so years ago.

Now you were probably off living your dream Midgardian life, something that was completely beyond him in your eyes apparently. He could almost see you, walking around in the streets on Midgard, savouring everything you saw, smelt, tasted. From what Heimdall had said, you were perfectly content being so ordinary.

Good for you

You’re doing great out there without me, baby

God I wish that I could do that

He hated thinking of you, every moment he did was a moment he had to spend missing your presence. In yet another fit of rage, he threw a crystal vase at the door, the shattered pieces spreading across the floor.

He forced himself to his feet, making himself leave your room, abandoning the broken items as he simply walked around them, slamming the door behind him. He’d already disturbed the peace in the room just by being there, he knew, and to think otherwise would be foolish and stupid.

“Prince Loki, are you alright? I heard something break and it sounded as though it came from your room.” A young maid asked as she approached him, worry apparent on her face. Loki recognized the girl as one who had been crushing on him for years, one who often made you bubble with jealousy whenever she was around.

He smirked at the girl, a new idea popping into his head, one that would surely have hurt you as bad as your leave had hurt him.

“I am alright, I slipped and knocked down a vase, that is all.” He explained, trying to regain his usual charm and confidence.

The girl nodded, a small smile on her lips. “I’m so glad.” She says, batting her eyelashes his way in a manner he was sure she thought was attractive to him. He ignored it, focusing on his goal.

He grabbed the girl and pulled her into his room, shutting the door and pushing her up against it, wasting no time as he attacks her lips with his own. She lets out a gasp of surprise but immediately returns the gesture, kissing him hard. He holds her at the waist with one hand, going to cup her face with the other but opens his eyes for a mere moment and is suddenly seeing your face.

He blinks harshly, until it’s the girl standing in front of him again, watching him with a confused pout. Just as she’s about to speak, more than likely to ask if he’s alright again, he pulls the door open, shoving her out and closing it behind her, his eyes wide as he runs a hand through his hair, breathing heavy once again as he falls to the floor, his back against the door.

“Loki she was staring right at you! She’s practically in love with you! And I’m standing right there and she still makes googly eyes at you!” You had scoffed whenever the maid was around.

He so badly wanted to be able to laugh about your jealousy towards a girl who meant nothing to him compared to you, whose name he couldn’t even remember. He wanted to caress the side of your face, the pad of his thumb to your lips while he reassured you that he was all yours, no one else’s. But he couldn’t turn back time, this he knew.

“My love I’d give anything to get you back to me.” He chokes, starting to sob into his lap.

I’ve lost my mind

I’ve spent the night

Crying on the floor of my bathroom

He spends the whole night there, leaned against the door, getting nothing but an hour or so of sleep. The next day, he uses a simple spell to make himself appear fine, not able to bear the embarrassment of others seeing him breaking down like this.

He ignores any castle staff onlookers, going on in his stride straight back to the bifrost, following his newfound unhealthy routine.

“Prince Loki I must advise you as to how toxic this is becoming for you.” Heimdall warns him, letting out a sigh as Loki holds up a hand to silence him, watching expectantly for an answer to his unasked question.

“Y/n has been settling into her/his/their new life. She/he/they is starting a Midgardian job today.” Heimdall finally explains, giving up on his attempts to preserve Loki’s feelings.

“I see.” Loki hums to himself, the gears in his brain shifting.

“Was that all?” Heimdall asks, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Send me there.” Loki says suddenly, looking over at Heimdall for the first time in all of his many visits. Heimdall looks back in slight shock.

“What do you believe that will accomplish your highness?” He asks, trying to fight Loki on the matter respectfully.

“I need to see my love there, happy. I need to see it for myself.” Loki responds simply. Heimdall glances at him once more, nodding as he knows he’d never be able to talk him out of this idea. He tells him where exactly he’d be able to find you reluctantly.

Heimdall opens the gates wordlessly, sending Loki on the way down to earth. Loki arrives, dusting off his clothes as he uses another spell to make himself appear completely different from usual.

Though he’d only spent a brief period on Midgard, he knew his way around well enough that he could find the address Heimdall had given him fairly quickly, walking through the streets of New York to find it.

“Of course she/he/they would pick New York.” He thought to himself bitterly, winding past other tourists until he reached the building he was looking for. He was about to enter when something caught his eye in the window of a small coffee shop next door. He saw a flash of y/h/c, the exact shade he’d seen so many times and froze, staring on at the source.

And there you were, with men and women and people all around you, chatting, laughing, drinking with them. He saw the warm smile on your face and his heart melted knowing he wasn’t the source of it this time. He couldn’t hear what was being said through the window but he knew it was important from the sole fact that it was making you laugh. He felt tears starting in his eyes, a wave of hurt hitting him again and again inside, drowning him.

But you’re so unaffected,

I really don’t get it

But I guess good for you

He watched, unable to move from his spot, eyes glued to the familiarity of you. He wanted your warm embrace against his cold to the touch skin, your lips on his.

But he felt another wave, one of anger. You’d left that touch, that safety net, for this. For midgardians, mere mortals. How could they possibly offer you more than he could, he wondered.

He took a deep breath, stalking into the coffee shop and getting in line to order, wanting at least one thing to come out of this disaster of a thought to come to where you are.

“No no, my ex... he’s a good guy. We just weren’t really meant to be, I guess? It was... complicated.” He overheard you say, his eyes darting to you. He tries to turn his gaze away, realizing what he’s doing but you look up, your eyes meeting his. For a moment the both of you keep eye contact, Loki too scared to look away and you confused as to why this man you’d never seen has such a familiar stance to him.

You blink a few times, turning back to your group and continuing your chat, making Loki breath a small sigh of relief. He mutters his order to the poor barista, her swooning over him, even in his disguise. Once his order comes up, he storms out, not bothering to look back at you as you start talking about your new job, new apartment, your new life essentially. He frowns at the thought of you being in any place that would be unfamiliar to him, trying to think of how you might feel living without him.

Did you miss him as much as he missed you? Had your comment in the shop been a hint that you were miserable like he was? But he knew that neither of those would possibly be true. Your smile said it all; you were already moving on perfectly fine without him. It was as though you were almost trying to erase your history with him, from his perspective anyway.

Well good for you, I guess you’re getting everything you want

You bought a new car and your career’s really taking off

It’s like we never even happened, baby what the fuck is up with that?

Unable to bear the thoughts multiplying in his mind, Loki ducked into an ally, curling into himself against a wall, starting to cry again.

He groaned in frustration, his head in his hands. You were unraveling him, he wasn’t sure how and he didn’t like how it felt. He’d always been at least somewhat levelheaded but with you gone, his mind was always clouded, his thoughts were infected with you nonstop.

It was like a disease had overcome his entire body and he had no cure, no antibodies to fight it.

“What have I done?” He asks himself, sighing into his hands, staying in his position crouched on the ground for a quiet moment, seeking nothing but a bit of peace.

He’d only wanted to show you he truly loved you but instead he’d driven you away, into a new embrace.

He runs a hand over his jaw, willing himself up. If he couldn’t hear to see you, there was no purpose in him furthering his stay. He decided silently that the best option for him was going back and waiting for Heimdall to open the gates, to get him as far away from your soft features and glowing personality as possible before he did something he’d regret, like approaching you and outing himself as a stalker, not that he really cared anymore. You’d never see him the same as you once had, this much was clear.

Memories of the first I love you came to his mind suddenly.

“I love you Loki, and I know you love me too so stop acting so silly and just say it, please.” You had begged him. He had merely smirked and ran off, telling you you had to catch him to hear it back. You’d chased him around the gardens and the libraries and balconies of the entire palace until you’d caught up, out of breath as you’d grabbed his cloak and pulled him towards you and kept him rooted to his spot until he returned the words.

He’d been hesitant, merely to tease you but he’d said them back, said them multiple times while he had kissed you all over, overjoyed by the sense of protection and love he felt with you.

He shook his head with a bitter laugh to himself at the bittersweet memory, seeing as how things were for you now.

He trudged his way back to the gates opening, kicking a rock aggressively all the way there, trying to contain himself enough to not scream out in anger the way he had been doing in his room. But every time he managed to calm himself, your smiling face found it’s way into his brain, making him lose all feelings not involving anger.

He kept trying to remind himself that it had been your choice, that you’d left him without a goodbye or anything of the sort on purpose to make the wound sting more but it did nothing but make him feel agony for the hurt he’d put you through.

And good for you it’s like you never even met me

Remember when you swore to god I was the only person who ever got you

Well screw that and screw you, you will never have to hurt the way you know that I do

His rage was finally starting to blind him again as he marched to the gates, just how he liked it. The idea of you with another person was still what really set it off. Seeing you hurt but watching you thrive and move on was more, it was worse. It filled him with feelings he’d never thought he’d feel towards you in his life but he was and he didn’t feel as bad as he thought he would.

‘No one leaves a prince. Not unless they are absolutely crazy.’ He thought to himself smugly, waiting at the gates for Heimdall to open them. He gets pulled through, up to Asgard where he dusts off his smooth suit, relieved to finally be out of the disguise he’d chosen.

The smile on your face when he’d seen you with the Midgardians was glued to his brain, his focus flying all over the place at the memory. He couldn’t figure out quite what it was that was making him so agitated himself, knowing he missed you but suppressing the extent of it.

Asgard felt empty, superficial almost without you there to watch everything in such a natural awe that he’d so admired for so long. It was as though all the colours of the home he’d so cherished for so long were drained right down the gates when they’d opened and swallowed you whole.

He couldn’t bear that you’d managed to run off with not only his trust and dignity but his sanity along with it.

Pushing such thoughts to the back of his mind, Loki stormed back to his own room, avoiding yours at all costs as he forced his doors open, slamming them behind him and grabbing anything breakable in sight, tossing it at the balcony doors. If anyone had walked in they would’ve thought he’d truly lost his mind but to him, that much was at least somewhat true.

Maybe I’m too emotional

But your apathy’s like a wound in salt

Your deceit was controlling more of his life, his thoughts, his entire being than he’d ever care to admit. He was consumed with a need for you, a thirst to be near you again and everyone could see it was driving him to the edge of a cliff, the only possible person to pull him back up being the one pushing him to it in the first place. Still, he knew it was all his own doing. That was how he knew part of his latest insanity was due to the built up guilt from so long.

Even so, he was enraged. With you, with himself, with the world. It was a mix of everything.

He could almost feel the gentle touch of your hand to his shoulder when he was upset, your lips pressed sweetly to his temple in attempts to cool him off.

“You can’t hold pointless grudges all your life Loki. You can try but I’m not sure it would be any fun.” You’d teased, making him smile despite his sour mood.

He cried out, throwing another priceless item from his hand, crumbling to the ground yet again. The stress was eating away at him.

Maybe I’m too emotional

Or maybe you never cared at all

Thor heard the crashes and smashing coming from his brothers room and went running, pushing open the door with all his strength, his mouth agape as he was met with the sight of his brother screaming in agony.

“Brother, talk to me.” He commands, trying to stop Loki from throwing anything more. Loki thrashes against his brother, sobbing while he yells out, fighting his brother with all his might.

“Loki stop fighting me and tell me what is wrong!” Thor commands and Loki falls to the ground on his knees, exhaustion hitting him like a brick.

“I am fine. Everything is fine.” He murmurs, smiling at his brother easily. Thor shakes his head, not accepting the answer this time.

“Tell me.” He says again and Loki sighs, a hollow laugh choking out of his lips. He removes the spell he’d used, revealing his true self, in pyjamas, his hair an extreme mess, his face sunken in and pale, more so than usual. His eyes were bloodshot beyond belief.

Thor audibly gasped at the sight of his brother covered in his own blood, the shards of the glass having cut into his hands and his feet several times. Loki sinks in against the edge of the bed, looking up at his brother tiredly.

“There. Now you have seen the true me.” He mutters, not saying anything else as his mouth sets in a line.

Well good for you,

You look happy and healthy, not me

If you ever cared to ask

“Loki... I had no idea it was this bad brother.” Thor said quietly, sitting down awkwardly next to his brother on the floor. Loki quickly pushed away, not wanting to face anyone’s pity for even a moment.

“Leave me be brother, I keep this disgustingly weak display hidden for a reason.” Loki growled, avoiding his brothers eyes, staring at the broken glass laying at his feet.

Thor stands, not wanting to ignore Loki’s wishes and leaves him with his thoughts, his brows still furrowed in worry as he shuts the already busted door behind him gently.

Loki runs both of his hands through his mess of hair, squeezing as though to rid himself of the memories locked in place, taunting him on an endless loop.

“You can never get her/him/them back. Never ever.” They seemed to whisper in his mind, the sound of silence in the room only amplifying their nonexistent voices.

He smacked his head harshly, trying to push them out, trying to get back to the quiet while tears rolled down his cheeks, wondering once again why he had ever done anything so cruel to you as he had.

“I am so very sorry my darling.” He whispered into the emptiness softly, hugging his knees to his chest.

Never once had he ever felt so broken down or lonely in his existence, never once had he ever felt so much remorse mixed with anger as he did right then, knowing it was too late to even apologize in the first place. A part of him wondered if you felt anything regarding him at all anymore. A deeper part of him wondered how long it would be til you purposely forgot him entirely, all emotions about him disregarded just like that. And he knew if you did he had to live with the fact that he deserved every moment of it.

Good for you

You’re doing great out there without me, baby

Like a damn sociopath

Ignoring the blood drying on his hands and his feet, Loki went into the bathroom and splashed ice cold water onto his face, trying to get a more level head out of it. While the shiver it gave him did wake him up a bit, his mind was just as clouded, just as distracted.

He groaned, slamming his fists down on the edge of the sink, nearly cracking it with the strength used. Suddenly his room felt too solitary and confining. He put on his facade again, cloaking any form of injury or sadness with his powers. He walked into the gardens, nowhere else to stay away from others while not feeling claustrophobic, though sending him back in time for a mere moment.

“You know Loki, you ought to spend more time out here. These plants are so pretty. And the flowers all smell so good. How could you not just run away from everything in the world and hide out here from it?” You asked. He had chuckled, pulling you along the path and deeper through the enchanting maze of greenery until you had reached the bench.

“My mother took me here as a child. She said it was our place, for our escapes from reality. She told me to only show it to those I truly trusted or were truly enchanted with. You are both of those things to me y/n.” He had told you as he held you in his embrace, carefully picking a flower and handing it off to you, the first gift he’d ever given you.

He smiled slightly at the memory, thinking how ironic and poetic that he was now doing exactly as you had suggested that day and running from his responsibilities. He missed the way even the most mundane of things had been so easy for you to enjoy.

He laid in the grass, ignoring the stinging in his feet and the twinges of pain in his palms from his cuts, taking comfort in the memories he had. Those, he was thankful you couldn’t have taken with you. He felt pathetic. He felt weak and vulnerable and all the things he’d never wanted to feel in his life. And even worse, it was because of the one person he thought he could always count on to protect him from those terrible feelings.

He hummed absentmindedly to himself, feeling much more calm with the fresh air and sounds of nature rather than complete silence. He still didn’t feel quite like himself but he was unsure if he ever would again anyway. At least now he felt somewhat in control of his own mind.

I’ve lost my mind

I’ve spent the night

Crying on the floor of my bathroom

As he watched the sky, Loki thought of you, every mark, scar, line, feature of yours, drawing out your face in his mind, the most memorable moments with you playing like a film sequence. His smile fell a little as this day, his impromptu visit from earlier came to his mind.

Whether he was truly angry at you for leaving wasn’t the question anymore. Not really. The question had more so become whether you’d really loved him at all or if he had fooled himself into believing you did.

He silently decided on the latter, knowing you had too big a heart to ever put anyone through that level of hurt.

Still, he seethed with jealousy thinking of the boy who had been sitting the closest to you in the little coffee shop, the way he had looked at you the same way Loki always had. And it hadn’t seemed to him like you’d been too eager to pull away either, which only made it sting worse.

He closed his eyes in a small show of defeat to no one, knowing you were better off without him around to flip the world upside down for you. Deep, deep down he knew you needed a stability he wasn’t ready to provide yet, though he would never ever admit that to anyone, much less himself.

No, instead he missed holding what was his in his arms, making you feel safe and comfortable like he had for so many years. Anyone’s hands on you other than his made him feel a blind rage even on his best day and right then it was the worst day he’d ever faced, making the anger spread like wildfire through him.

The image stood at a standstill in his brain and he convinced himself that one way or another, he had to get you back to him.

But you’re so unaffected, I really don’t get it

But I guess good for you

Well good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

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Tagging: @peachybaes , @wolfish-trickster and @writinguntilmyheartgivesout (thank you guys for the support on White horse, you have no idea how ecstatic they made me, my heart was very happy, I appreciate you, and all my other readers 💖💖)

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Tough times Oscar X Reader

@spoonful-of-sugar8 @chonisberonica here you go babies :) sorry it took me so long, I wanted it to be good. I still feel like it's bad but I didn't wanna make you guys wait any longer.

request: you and spooky have been bestfriends since high school. you have always been there for the core four and basically helped Oscar raise Cesar. Cesar sees you as a mother figure and eventually you and Oscar get together.  A/N: just a real quick thing, this story won't really be the same as the show it won't be totally different either, and in this Oscar has just turned 18, the reader is 17, and Cesar is 7. ALSO, I'm a black woman so the "reader" (you guys) will always be a black woman. but, if you want any other race or gender or anything please let me know because I don't want anyone to feel left out.<3

warnings: cussing, a little bit of arguing, and i tried not to put so many time skips like my other stories but there's still a lot so its kind of messed up in my eyes.                           

                                                         Y/N POV

"Ugggggggh." I groaned out loud hearing my phone alarm go off. I fucking hate that sound with a passion. I looked at the time. 6:30 a.m. "Uuuuugh, fuuuuck meeee." I exclaimed as I quite literally rolled out of bed. School starts at 8 but I take about 30 years to get ready. I laid my outfit which consisted of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I real life dress bummy as fuck. Don't get me wrong, I clean up nice, but like... I don't got no one to impress. I took a quick shower and did my hair before I got dressed. It was almost 7:40 so I grabbed my phone and my backpack and headed out to my car. My car wasn't nothing fancy considering I was ACTUALLY POOR, just a grey Subaru. but it was absolutely everything to me. I hooked up to my aux and started driving.                                                  

                                                    -time skip-

7:55. Made it to school with 5 minutes to spare so I went to my locker to grab the books for my first class, math. I'm not the smartest but I love math. The teacher was nice and working with numbers was lowkey easier for me. I walked in and saw my best friend. Oscar. Damn he's fine with his full head of curls and sexy ass smile. I thought to myself. Okay bitch, you need to pull yourself together, don't be acting no type of way. I took the seat next to him. "Hey boo." I said smiling at him. "Hey." He said back with a smile. We conversed for a while until the teacher walked in and started the class.

                                    -time skip to the end of the school day-

"Finally bro, this day lasted forever." I said as me and Oscar walked to my car. "You need a ride?" I asked him. "Yeah, if it's not to much to ask." He said. He's been quiet all day. "Of course it's not to much to ask you crackhead." I said laughing a little. We got in my car. "What’s wrong Oscar?" I asked. " You been quiet all day." He just shrugged. "Come on, Oscar." I pleaded. "You can tell me anything, you know that." We sat there for a minute in complete silence. "It's my dad..." He started. I immediately grew worried because I knew that Oscar and his dad didn't have the best relationship. I didn't say anything and waited until he continued. "He wants me to take over the santos ." He said quietly. "Oh fuck.." I said under my breath. This is not good. "Well... is there anything we can do?" I asked full of concern. He shook his head. I got teary eyed. I do NOT want Oscar in this life. He has so much potential. "Oscar, he cant expect this from you... you're only 17. Isn't there anyone else that can take his place? Why does it have to be you?" I said. "Who's gonna take care of you and Cesar?" "There's no one else Y/N! It can only be me don't you see that?!" He yelled. I jumped at his sudden outburst, he NEVER yells. "Cesar and I have no one but the santos so I have to do this!" He said a little quieter this time but his voice was still loud. "Oscar, let me help you. " I said quietly. "You can't Y/N, there's nothing you can do..." He said. I knew he was right but I wasn't about to let him go through this shit alone. "At least let me be there for you and Cesar... please." I begged him. He sat there for a second before he finally gave in and nodded. I sighed. I gave his hand a light squeeze before I started my car and began the journey to his house. We arrived at his house and he was about to get out of the car when I stopped him. "Do you want me to come in?" I asked. He shook his head. "I think it's best if you go home right now." He said. That hurt... "Oh. Okay... call me if you need me." I said. I hope he didn't hear the sadness in my voice. I waited until he walked inside before I drove off.                        

                                                    -time skip-

It was currently 9 p.m. and I haven't heard from Oscar all day. I was worried. I got my pajamas on and layed down, turning on netflix. I was about an hour into clueless when I saw my bedroom door open. The fuck? My parents are on a business trip. I got up quick as shit ready to fight whoever it was when I saw Oscar limping into my room. I forgot he had a house key. I couldn't see his face because he had a hood on and he was bent over in what seemed to be pain, but I knew it was him. "Oscar..." "Are you okay?" I asked. He limped over to my bed and threw himself down with a groan. I finally got a glimpse of his face and gasped. It was bloody and bruised. "Oscar.. what the fuck happened boo?" I asked worried, sitting down next to him. He was breathing heavy. He took his hood off and I nearly cried. His beautiful curls... they were gone. "Oscar...please." "Tell me what happened." I pleaded. "I... I got jumped in.." He said between pants as he took off his hoodie and I saw all of the bruises. That's when the water works started. I hugged him as I cried. This is it.. it's official now. He's part of the santos.                      

                                                -the next morning-

I don't know when I fell asleep but when I woke up, Oscar was no where to be found. I teared up again thinking about the events that occurred last night. My poor baby... I didn't want to go to school today but at least it was Friday. I threw on some leggings and a hoodie. I brushed my hair into a bun and grabbed my stuff. I arrived at school at 7:50 and just headed straight to class. I didn't see Oscar anywhere. This is gonna be a long day.                                           

                                                   -time skip- 

It was lunchtime and this day could not have been going by slower. I couldn't concentrate on anything. I finally decided I couldn't take it anymore and walked out of the cafeteria to go to my car. I drove to Oscars house. When I got there, I saw a few santos sitting in his front lawn. I recognized them. They were cool people. "Hey, any of y 'all seen Oscar?" I asked walking up to them. Alejandro answered. "Yeah, he's inside with Cesar." "Thank you." I thanked him and walked inside the house. I didn't need to knock since I've known Oscar for like, 4 years now. I heard Oscar and Cesar in one of the back rooms so I followed their voices. I quietly peeked through the door to see Oscar and Cesar playing with hot wheels. The sight real life warmed my heart. Oscar is really good with kids. "BOOM, know your car is blowed up!" Cesar yelled.(I'm sorry, idfk how children talk) "Hey man, that's totally not fair!" Oscar whined. I giggled at how childish he sounded. At the sound of my giggle, Cesar and Oscar's gaze turned towards me in the doorway. He smiled and got up off the floor as Cesar ran towards me and hugged my abdomen. "Hi baby." I said ruffling his hair. "Y/N! I missed you!" Cesar said hugging me tighter. "I missed you too my darling." I said smiling and kissing the top of his head. Oscar walked up to us and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Why aren't you in school?" He asked. "I was worried about you...how are you feeling?" I asked him. "I'm alright, still sore though." He said. I just nodded sadly. "Why isn't Cesar in school?" I asked him as I looked at Cesar who went back to playing with his hot wheels like we didn't exist. "Our father got arrested this morning." He said, my eyes widened with worry. "So I told him he could stay home with me today." He said. "Awww." I said. "Oh come on, don't get all gushy on me." He said laughing. His laugh caused me to laugh too. "So.. would you and Cesar wanna go to the beach with me to get your mind off things?" I asked him. At the mention of going to the beach, Cesar jumped up from his spot on the floor. 'Yeah! I wanna go!" He jumped up and down in excitement. "I guess now you ain't got no choice." I said grinning at Oscar who huffed in fake annoyance. "Okay, okay. Fine." He said. "Go get ready." He told Cesar. "Yayy!" Cesar yelled as he ran to get ready. "Go get ready, I'll wait for you guys in the living room." I said to Oscar, standing on my tip toes to kiss his cheek. "Alright." He said. I sat in the living room for about 10 minutes until they finally came out. Cesar ran up to me hugging me again. This kid is so clingy and it's the cutest thing ever. "You guys ready to go?" I asked looking down at Cesar. "Yup!" He said cutely. I smiled at him. We all piled into my car and started off for the beach. Oscar and I was so deep into conversation that I didn't even realize we were already at the beach until I heard Cesar yelling. "Yay, the beach!" I laughed. We got out the car and Cesar started running towards the sand. "Aye! Stay close to us." Oscar yelled out to Cesar which made him stop dead in his tracks and wait for us to catch up. I smiled. He was such a good kid. We sat our towels down. Cesar kicked his flip flops off and dashed towards the water. "Don't go to far into the water Cesar." I called out to him. "Okay." He yelled back. When I turned back around, Oscar was sitting down on his towel. I took off my shorts and top so I was in my bathing suit. Oscar was watching Cesar. "You wanna get in the water with us boo?" I asked. He shook his head. "Nah, I don't want Cesar to see the bruises." I looked at him sadly. "Are you in pain right now? Do you need anything?" I asked him full of concern. He chuckled at me. "Nah boo, I'm okay at the moment." "Okay, let me know if you need anything." I said kissing his cheek and walking towards the water to swim with Cesar.                             

                                                   Oscars POV

She's to good to us... I don't know what I did to deserve her. If it wasn't for her, we would have literally nobody. I thought to myself. I just sat back and watched how well she got a long with Cesar. That kid really loves her.                          

                                                      Y/N POV 

After about an hour of me and Cesar acting complete fools in the water, and Oscar laughing at us. We got out and hung out with Oscar so he wouldn't feel left out. After a while of us running around chasing each other, we got hungry. "Do you guys wanna go to Dwayne's and get some food?" I asked them. "Yeah!" Cesar said. "Yeah, that sounds good." Oscar responded almost the same time as Cesar. We got back in my car and went to Dwayne's. We sat down, Cesar and I on one side of the booth and Oscar across from us. Dwayne came up to us to take our order.                       

                                                    -time skip-

"That was great." I said smiling at Oscar as he put Cesar in his bed. After we ate , lil baby passed out. "Yeah, today was amazing. We really needed that." He said pulling me into a hug. I smiled up at him. We just looked at each other for a while. Then he kissed me. It caught me off guard but I kissed back anyway. It was a quick kiss. It ended way sooner than I would have liked. "What was that for?" I asked him quietly. "Just... for being you I guess." He said shyly which I thought was the cutest because Oscar is anything but shy. I chuckled a little. I pulled back after realizing we were still so close. "Uh, I gotta go." I said. "Okay, I'll see you later I guess." He said. I walked away smiling. When I got in my car, I was still smiling. When I arrived home, I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. Even though it probably meant nothing to Oscar, it meant everything to me. I decided to take a shower. After my shower, I instantly fell asleep, worn out from the beach. When I woke up, the sound of someone knocking on my door made me unwillingly get out of my bed. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and opened the door to see Oscar and Cesar standing there. "Y/nnnn!" Cesar said jumping into my arms. "Hi baby." I said kissing the side of his head and putting him back on his feet. "Hi." I said to Oscar giving him a kiss on the cheek and ushering them inside. I closed the door behind them. "What brings you guys over at 11 in the morning?" I asked goofily. Oscar chuckled. "I have to drop Cesar off over at Ruby's for a playdate with all the kids and I wanted to know if you wanted to spend the day with me. I tried to contain my smile but I couldn't help it. Maybe that kiss did mean something to him. "Yeah, I would love that." I said. "Just let me get ready okay?" "Alright, we'll be waiting for you." Oscar said leading Cesar into the living room and turning on some cartoons. I ran to my room and threw on a flowy white dress with different colored flowers on it and some white sandals. I put my hair in a high bun with two braids in the front. I grabbed my phone and my purse. "Okay guys, I'm ready whenever you are." I said walking into the living room to see them watching Tom and Jerry. They're cute. I thought to myself. Cesar stood up and ran over to me as Oscar stood up and turned the t.v. off. I grabbed Cesar's hand and we walked out to Oscar's sexy red car. We all got in the car. "Cesar, you buckled?" Oscar asked. "Yes." Cesar said with his cute little voice. Oscar nodded his head before starting the car and driving off. The next 10 minutes consisted of comfortable silence. We arrived at Ruby's house and Cesar had already unbuckled ready to dip out this car to go see his friends. "Hold on baby, you gotta wait until we park." I said to him giggling as he pouted. We all got out of the car and Cesar ran up to the door. Geny opened the door for us and we walked inside. "Bye Cesar." Oscar said kissing the top of Cesar's head. "Bye baby." I said giving Cesar a small hug. Cesar and Ruby joined Monse and Jamal in the play room. I smiled as I heard them giggling and just having fun. They're my favorites. "You ready to go?" Oscar asked me. "Yeah." I said smiling at him. "Where are we going?" I asked him as we got in his car. "I got some drop offs, then imma take you to dinner." He said nonchalantly. "Mr. Diaz, is this a date?" I asked jokingly. "I mean, it could be." He said shrugging his shoulders. I was shocked for a second but played it off as if it was nothing. "I just wanted to thank you for being there for Cesar and I. We had a really good time yesterday." "No problem Osc." I said smiling at him. We arrived at his first drop off. Not gonna lie, it was kind of scary being with him when he did this but I was to giddy about our "date" to be sketched out. After a few more stops, we we were on our way to dinner. "Are you gonna tell me where we're going?" I asked him for the hundredth time. "Girl no, its a surprise." He said. "Uuuuuugh" I groaned. He laughed at me. I giggled as we pulled up to Dwayne's. "What you laughin at me for fool?" He asked looking hurt. "Sorry I didn't take you to a five star restaurant." "I'm not laughing at you fool, I think you're cute." I said pushing him slightly. "And I don't care that its not a fancy restaurant, I love Dwayne's." I said. He smiled at me and got out the car. I followed his lead and got out as well. "The fuck is wrong with you fool?" He asked me. I looked at him mad confused. "A man is supposed to open the door for a lady." He said seriously. "Oh shit, that's my bad. You want me to get back in the car?" I asked jokingly. "Yes, I do." We laughed and walked into Dwayne's. We sat down at a booth and were immediately greeted by Dwayne himself. "Hey guys, can I start you off with some drinks?" He asked. "Ladies first." Oscar said looking at me. "I'll take a sprite please." "I'll take a coke." "Alright, do you guys already know what you're going to order or do you need more time?" He asked us. "I already know what I want." I said. "I'll take the barbeque chicken please." I said smiling at him. "Okay, how about you Oscar?" He asked. "I'll just take a burger with a side of fries." He said. "You're so basic." I said laughing. Dwayne laughed too. "So y 'all gangin up on me now?" Oscar asked. I laughed again. "Nah, I'm just playin." He said laughing too. We talked for about 30 minutes until Dwayne brought our food out. "About time, fool." Oscar said. "Hey, watch it. I can take this food and give it to someone else." Dwayne said jokingly. Oscar put his hands up in surrender as I laughed. (I laugh WAY to much in real life, like my sense of humor is actually fucked so I'm sorry if I'm putting to much laughter in this lmao) Everything was going amazing, the food was good and spending time with Oscar was very much needed. It was great to see him laughing. One second we was laughing, the next, Oscars eyes went cold as he stared at the door of Dwayne's. I turned around in confusion to see what he was looking at. My heart dropped. There was two officers walking towards Oscar and I. I turned back to Oscar and grabbed his hands. "It's gonna be okay boo. They probably just wanna talk." I said in a quiet voice trying to comfort him. They walked up to the table. I gulped trying to hide my fear. "Are you Oscar Diaz?" One of the officers asked. "Yeah." Oscar said nonchalantly. The officer pulled out his cuffs. "You're under arrest for illegal drug trafficking." I gasped. I started crying as they put the cuffs on him and read him his Miranda rights. "Hey, hey, look at me." Oscar said. "It's gonna be alright. Tell Cesar I love him." I shook my head in shock. "Please, he didn't do anything." I begged. They didn't listen. They kept dragging him out like he was a dog. I was full on having a panic attack now as Dwayne hugged me. I stood there in disbelief for a few minutes before I came to my senses. I had to go get Cesar. As much as I wanted to go home and never leave my house again, I couldn't leave Cesar alone. Oscar keys must have fell out of his pocket because they were on the seat. I picked them up and ran out to the car. There was so many emotions running through me right now. I had to calm down before I got Cesar, I didn't want him to see me upset. Fuck... how was I gonna tell Cesar...                       

                                                  -time skip-

I pulled up in front of Geny's. I got out and took a deep breath before I knocked on her door. She opened and her face fell. "What happened mija?" She asked with worry. I teared up again. She took me in her arms and lead me into the house. Luckily all the kids were in the play room. "Oscar.. he got arrested." I said trying not to full on cry in Geny's house. She gasped and pulled me into a hug. I let go and wiped my eyes after I regrouped. "Can you get Cesar for me please?" I asked her. "Of course." She said walking towards the playroom. I took the extra time to make myself look as happy as possible. Cesar ran to me and hugged my torso. "Hey boo, how was your day?" I asked him. "It was awesome!" He said happily. I smiled at him. "Where's Oscar?" He asked innocently. I almost broke down but I held it together. "Um, he had some stuff he had to do so he let me borrow the car." I said trying to sound as convincing as possible. I don't think he bought it but he still went along with it anyway. "Oh okay.." "You ready to go?" I asked as I rubbed his head. "Yeah." He said smiling at me. We walked out to the car. "Can I sit in the front pleaseeee?" He asked. "Just one time, Oscar doesn't have to know." He said sweetly. "Okay, but only this one time." I said smiling as he cheered. We got in the car and drove to my house. "how would you like it if I stayed with you for a few nights?" I asked Cesar. "Yeah!" He yelled. I laughed. "Okay." I parked and we walked into my house. "Here boo." I said handing him the remote. Watch whatever you want while I go pack some clothes." "Okay" He said sitting on the couch and turning the t.v. on. I walked in my room and shut the door behind me. I was really trying not to cry right now, I didn't want Cesar to worry. I grabbed my duffle bag and put as many clothes as I could fit, my personal hygiene stuff and basically anything that I would need to live. After I gathered up all of my stuff, I walked around the house and made sure the lights and stuff were off since I wasn't gonna be here for a while. I walked into the living room after making sure everything was turned off and everything. "You ready to go baby?" I asked him. "Yes." He said getting up and turning the t.v. off. We got in my car and drove to the santos house. "What you want for dinner boo?" I asked him. "Uhh.... chicken!" He said. "Okay boo, go play and i'll start dinner." I said kissing his head. About an hour and a half later, dinner was done. I made baked barbeque chicken, fried potatoes, green beans with bacon and baked mac and cheese. I made our plates and called for Cesar. Immediately after I said grace, little man dug in. He was done in about 15 minutes. "Damn boo, was you hungry?" I said laughing a little. He just giggled and went into the living room. I smiled to myself. I love that kid. I finished eating and did the dishes. I decided I had to tell Cesar. It was now or never. I walked in the living room where Cesar was laying on the couch, watching amazing world of gumball. He looked at me and smiled as I sat next to him. I smiled back, but it was a sad smile. "What's wrong y/n?" He asked full of concern. He was pretty smart for a seven year old and he could pick up on peoples emotions really easily. " Cesar... there's something I have to tell you." I said turning my body on the couch to face him. "What is it?" He said sitting up. I didn't know how to sugar coat it so I just told him straight up. "Oscar got arrested today.." I said looking down at my hands. It was silent for a while until I heard sniffling. Cesar was crying. "Come here baby." I said pulling him into a hug. "It's gonna be okay boo, I'm gonna be right here with you. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." I said kissing the top of his head and rubbing his back in a soothing way.                       

                                                 8 Years Later

Today is the day Oscar gets out. It's been eight years. The night I told Cesar, he took it pretty badly. But after a while, he got used to it being just me. We did pretty well too, for me only being 18 taking care of a 7 year old. I got us an apartment after I found it way to painful to stay in the santo house without Oscar. We grew closer and he was for real like my son now. I looked over at Cesar. "You excited boo?" I asked him. "Yeah, just a little nervous though." He said. "It'll be okay baby." I said kissing the top of his head.  After another few minutes of waiting, I started getting anxious. Finally, the gates opened and I saw Oscar. He looked so different. I mean, of course Cesar and I visited him but... there was something different about him. He had a few new tattoos also. He ran up to us and scooped Cesar up in his arms. He got hella buff. "I missed you hermano." He said. "I missed you too." He put Cesar down and turned to look at me. I gave him a soft smile. "Hey boo." He said goofily, picking me up and kissing my cheek. "I missed you so much." I whispered. "I missed you too." He put me down. "Okay, lets get you home, I bet you're hungry." I said handing him the keys and walking to the car. We stopped at a taco truck before making our way back to Freeridge. After an hour and a half of driving, we finally made it back to the santos house. There was hella santos in the front lawn waiting for us to get home with Oscar. "God it's good to be home." Oscar said as he parked the car. He got out and was swarmed with hella santos. Cesar and I got out the car. I stood back and watched as Oscar chatted up with Cesar and the santos. I didn't know all of their names but I got close with a few of them during these 8 years. Especially Jose, whos better known as sad eyes around here. Speaking of the devil, he walked up to me. "Why ain't you over there with the others?" I asked him. "I figured I would wait until everyone wasn't crowdin him. We got all the time in the world now." He said. "True, true." I said. We stood in silence for a while. "Hey, I just wanted to say that just because Oscar is back, doesn't mean I'm gonna act some type a way around you. It's gonna be just like how it was when he was locked up, I don't got nothin to hide." He said. I smiled at him. "Okay, that's good because I didn't want you to treat me different." He chuckled. We stood there and talked for a while. I didn't even notice that the santos had left and Oscar was walking up to me and Jose. "Hey compa, how was it in the pin?" Jose asked as he dapped Oscar up. They both laughed. Oscar wrapped his arm around my shoulders and kissed my cheek. Him and Jose chatted up for a while, catching up with me joining in occasionally. At some point in their conversation, Oscar had moved his arm off of my shoulders. "Alright homie, imma head out and let you get some rest." Jose said dapping Oscar up once again. He turned and kissed my cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow." He said. " Bye." I said smiling and giving him a small wave.                                                 Oscars POV

The fuck kinda shit was that. Why my boy kissin on my girl like that. He knows she's my wifey.                                                   Y/N POV

"You ready to head inside?" I asked looking at Oscar. "Yeah." He said wrapping his arm around my shoulder, leading me inside. I yawned. "i should really be heading home." I said. "Oh come on, it's my first day back, why don't you spend the night" He asked. I thought about it for a second. "Alright, I'll stay, but only for tonight." I said. Oscar smiled at me. Cesar was in the living room watching t.v. He smiled when he saw us walk in and got up to hug his brother. They both sat on the couch as I made my way into Oscar's room where I still had some clothes. I decided on some Nike shorts and a plain grey shirt. I hopped in the shower. About 45 minutes later, I got out. I moisturized, brushed my hair and got dressed. When I walked in the living room, they were both asleep and Cesar had his head on Oscar. It was the cutest thing ever. I took a picture right quick and went to get them a blanket and pillows. Oscar was awake when I got back. "You take for fucking ever in the shower." He said tiredly, rubbing his eyes I chuckled. "My bad." I said. I lifted Cesar's head gently and put the pillow down, then I covered him up. "You can crash with me if you want." Oscar said walking towards his room. I followed behind him. We layed down facing each other. For a few minutes, it was quiet until Oscar spoke up. "Y/n.. I can't tell you how much I appreciate you. I love you so much." I was at a loss for words. This is one of the very very few times I've seen Oscar this vulnerable. "I love you too Osc.." I said. He leaned in and kissed me. That kiss soon turned into a full on make out session and that turned to something else.                       

                                                  -3 weeks later-

It's been 3 weeks since Oscar got out of prison, 3 weeks since we shared that intimate moment. I've been staying at my apartment since that night and I've only hung around a few times. Cesar and the rest of the kids was at my apartment everyday for the first two weeks but stopped coming after that. I was confused as to why but I didn't question it. I didn't wanna hang out with everyone even though I missed Oscar so much. He's been pretending that night didn't happen and I don't want him to feel like I'm trying to force things. He started being more involved in the gang shit after a week of being out. I thought going to prison would put some sense in him and I'm very disappointed to find out that it in fact did not. I decided I was going to talk to him about everything that's been on my mind after work today... I hope things go well.                           

                                                     -time skip-

It was finally 9:30. The end of my shift. I gathered my things before walking and locking the building doors. I decided I was gonna go straight to the santo house to talk to Oscar instead of going home first. When I got there, there was only a few santos sitting outside, including Oscar and Jose. I got out of my car and walked up. "Hey guys." I said as Jose stood up and kissed my cheek. Oscar glared at him. "Can I talk to you for a second Oscar?" I asked. "Yeah." He said a little to quickly, getting up and walking to the house. I followed behind him. He spoke up when we got inside. "What kind of shit was that?" He asked. "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked in utter confusion. "Why was sad eyes all up on you like that?" He asked calmly. I'm glad he wasn't like those dudes that be yelling and shit, that shit ain't attractive. "It ain't even like that." I said. "Oh, okay. It ain't like that but he's kissin on you?" He said, not believing a word I said. "Oscar... chill out. It for real ain't like that. We just got close when you were locked up. He's like family." I said calmly. "Alright.. I'm sorry." He said. "It's okay.. but you have me confused." "How's that?" He asked. "One minute you act like you don't care about me and like that night meant nothing, and the next you're getting mad cause someone else kissed my cheek... like I just don't understand you." I said. He sighed. "Y/n... it's complicated right now." "How is it complicated Osc, just tell me how you feel." I said softly. "Please." "I love you.. and you know I do. I just... don't want anything bad to happen to you." He said looking down at his hands. I started laughing. "Hey, this shit isn't funny." He said sounding a little hurt. "It's not that Oscar, I just think you're cute." I said as I walked up to him and squished his cheeks, kissing his puffed up lips. He smiled at me. "So are we official or nah?" I asked him. "We are if you wanna be." He said. I smiled and kissed him again. " I'll take that as a yes." He said when I pulled away, causing me to life. He smiled and pulled me into a hug. "Where's Cesar?" I asked. "I want to tell him the good news." Oscar stayed silent. I didn't like that at all. Usually when he's silent that means something is wrong. "Oscar.. what's going on?" I asked. "You don't need to worry about it y/n." He said, all emotion wiped clean from his voice. "Don't need to worry about it?" I repeated incredulously. "Cesar is like my son, where the fuck is he?" I asked getting a little upset. I didn't get to upset and I didn't raise my voice because I didn't wanna ruin the cute moment we just had. "Oscar please tell me." I said growing more worried. "I don't know where he is.." He said finally. "What?..." I asked. "How do you not know where he is?" I asked. "I.. I had to kick him out." He said. "You had to do what?" I asked very upset. "Why would you do that Oscar, he's 15 years old, and you just got out of prison. All he wanted to do was spend time with you." I was starting to get teary eyed. I really did not want to cry right now. "Y/n I know but he disrespected the gang. When I had him jumped in.." I cut him off. "Hold the fucking phone.. you had my baby jumped in and you didn't talk to me about it first?! I told you I didn't want him in that life no matter what and you agreed." I said not being able to believe what I was hearing. "Y/n.. you have no say in this. I'm sorry but you don't..." He said. "I really can't believe this right now, we were having such a cute moment..." I was very upset right now. "Y/n, I'm sorry. I'm gonna make this right I promise." He said standing up and grabbing my hands. "I really hope so Oscar..." I said pulling my hands away from his. "I gotta go." I said walking out of the front door, Oscar followed behind me but didn't try to stop me. "Aye, where you going?" Jose asked standing in front of me, pulling me in a hug. "I gotta go find Cesar." I said pulling away from the hug. He looked at Oscar shocked. I got in my car and made my way to Monse's, she had to know where he was. I was very upset that he didn't immediately come to me but I decided to push that thought to the back of my mind and focus on making sure my baby was safe. I got to Monse's and jogged to the front door, knocking a little to loudly. She opened it after a few seconds. "Y/n.. what are you doing here?" She asked. "Have you seen Cesar?" I asked worried. I was praying she had seen him. "Uh, yeah. He's here." She said. Oh thank God. "You can come in if you'd like." "Thank you so much." I said walking in as she closed the door behind me. I walked to her bedroom and saw Cesar laying on her bed. He immediately sat up when he realized it was me. I walked up to him and hugged him. "I'm so glad you're alright. Oscar told me what happened." I said kissing his head. "Where in your mind did you not think to come to my house, that's your house too and you know it is." I said lightly slapping his arm between each word. "Ow, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He said. "I didn't want you to worry." He said. I frowned sadly. "I'm always gonna worry about you boo, no matter what. Same goes for Monse, Ruby, and Jamal. You guys are my babies." I said pulling them both into a hug this time. "Please, come stay with me. You can come too if you'd like Monse." I said in a soft voice. "Okay.. we'll come. Just let us gather up our things." Cesar said smiling at me. I smiled back. "Okay, I'll be waiting for you." I walked out of her bedroom and into the living room. About 5 minutes later, they walked out with their bags of clothes. "You guys ready?" I asked. "Yup" They both replied. We got in my car and drove to the apartment. When we got there, they invited the other two. I made us all dinner and we had a fun little movie night. I woke up the next morning to loud knocks on my front door. What the hell? I thought as I unwillingly got out of bed. When I walked in the living room, I saw Jamal and Ruby sprawled all over each other on the couch. I giggled. They're the cutest. I didn't see Monse and Cesar so I figured they were in Cesar's room. I opened the door to reveal Oscar. "Osc, what are you doing here?" I asked moving out of the way so he could walk in. "I need to talk to Cesar, I know he's here." He said looking into the living room seeing Ruby and Jamal sprawled on the couch. "Yeah, he's here, but he's sleeping right now." I said as he pushed past me walking down the hallway. He didn't know which room was Cesar's so he opened every door until he got the right one. As I suspected, Cesar and Monse were in Cesar's bed cuddling. "Aww." I said. They were so cute. Oscar gave me a side glance before walking towards the bed and shaking Cesar to wake him up. When Cesar opened his eyes, he jumped up in shock. "Oscar, what are you doing here?" He asked. "I need to talk to you." Oscar said motioning Cesar to follow him before walking out the door. Cesar put his shoes on and followed behind him. After about 20 minutes, Cesar came back in. "Hey, everything okay?" I asked him worried. "Yeah, Oscar has a plan to make everything right. We gotta go." He said kissing my cheek. "What's the plan Cesar?" I asked. "It's nothing to worry about y/n, everything's gonna be okay." He said trying to reassure me. "What if it ain't, what if something goes wrong?" I asked. "Y/n, it won't I promise. Just don't tell Monse and everyone where I went." He said.  "You guys please be careful." I said pleadingly. "We will y/n, I promise." He said before walking out the door. I had a sunken feeling in my stomach but I decided to push the feeling away and make breakfast for everyone, not wanting them to wake up and go hungry. I finished cooking and went to wake the boys up first, then Monse. When Monse woke up, she was really worried. "Where's Cesar?" She asked immediately. "Don't worry baby, he just ran to the corner store for me." I said, knowing I was lying but not wanting to worry her. "Oh, okay." She said a little more calmly. "Come on, I made breakfast." I said holding my hand out to her. She grabbed my hand and I lead her to the kitchen where the boys were already eating. After everyone got done eating, they went in the living room to chill. After about an hour, Cesar and Oscar walked into the apartment. "Oh thank God!" I said running up to them, kissing Cesar on the top of his head and wrapping my arms around Oscars neck giving him a kiss on the lips. Everyone looked shocked but I didn't care. "What is he doing here?" Monse asked incredulously. "Don't worry Mons, everything's fine now. We fixed it." Cesar said wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "What do you mean you fixed it?" Jamal asked. "How?" Ruby asked right after him. Oscar spoke up before Cesar could. "Don't worry about it, just know its taken care of." "That made the children stop questioning. "Are you guys hungry?" I asked them. "There's still some breakfast left." "I'm starving." Cesar said walking to the kitchen with Monse following him. "How bout you boo?" I asked Oscar. "Yeah I could eat." He said smiling.                       

                                                    -3 years later-

I was doing laundry, thinking about how far we've come. It's been three years. Monse went to a boarding school, Jazmine and ruby got together, Jamal joined the football team. We all still keep in touch even though Oscar, Cesar and I moved to the suburbs. Oscar got out the gang life and we got married. I got pregnant and everything has been going great for us. We couldn't be happier. Of course there's still times when Oscar forgets that he's safe now and he doesn't need to carry a gun everywhere but we're working on it. "Y/n, where you be at?" I heard Oscar yell. "In here babe." I yelled back. He walked in seeing me struggle to get the clothes out of the washer to transfer into the dryer. "Let me do that bebe, you don't need to be staining yourself when you're 8 months pregnant." He said taking the clothes out of my hand and putting them in the dryer. "Thank you baby." I said kissing his cheek. "Go sit down doll, I made dinner." "Aww, my sweet man." I said cooing at him. "Don't act like I don't make your lazy ass dinner all the time." He said. I laughed. "I know, I know." I said. He turned towards me and wrapped his arm around my waist. Pulling me into him, kissing me. After we ate dinner, we ended the night with me laying down with my head on his lap and him rubbing my pregnant belly. I really couldn't be happier.

[crystallos-sol]

Hey have another meta on Gray & Natsu because I don't think I went deep enough.

Gray is traumatized and can't even voice his emotions sometimes. Natsu understands him WITHOUT any issues even during this time.

Don't believe me? Here look at this:

Natsu knows Gray just basically said:

" I care about you please take care of yourself "

I'm so emotional about these two because they are great and they understand each other on a deeper wavelength than I have ever seen within Fairy Tail.

I'll throw in multiple examples for you to compare but please come up with your own. Rewatch the show or Read the manga if you want to, there's so many examples that I cannot fit into one post so I have to suffer with a few. (Not including Happy has I think it's best to put people that aren't his kid,,,,)

First up: Lisanna.

I'm not hating on the ship at all. I'm picking people CLOSEST to Natsu & Gray. And she was essentially close to Natsu before her death. They raised Happy together and had a secret hideout for fucks sake.

Lisanna has I recall from the episodes we had of her, was close with Natsu. But something changed. Because her death hurt Natsu and changed him into a different person. That's clear to see. But her death drove a wedge between them and changed the entire relationship for good.

Lisanna was Natsu's friend, back before her death but however I believe that we do not know much of her outside of her death and how it affected Fairy Tail. We also do know about her Family and how it hurt them. But not about Lisanna, from what we can gather from the many episodes of Fairy Tail she is kind hearted and genuinely loves her family and doesn't want to lose them again. (Her reactions to her siblings being thrown into danger.)

But again her death drove fear and grief into Natsu and that's why him and Lisanna aren't exactly close anymore, because Natsu runs from his feelings. It's also hard to talk to someone you haven't seen since you where a teenager.

Up next who is/was close with Gray: Erza. We know Gray ran after her and helped to fix her tears, even making a child's promise about it. We also know, Gray was Erza's first real friend. Gray has a child was close with Erza in that regard. I do believe Erza shoved him away like she does with everything in response to what happened to her. (But that's a post for another time.)

Gray is still close with Erza, but due to Erza never feeling as if she can stop being Titania he is not as close to her as he is Natsu.

Lucy, who is one of Natsu's best friends, is actually close with Natsu. But unlike with Gray Natsu usually is (Ignoring Mashima's horrible writting between for now because that's a WHOLE OTHER issue) saving her or protecting her. At least it was like that until recently when Lucy finally got the character development and upgrade she deserves.

Lucy is close to Natsu but Natsu also doesn't want to lean on her. Yes you can qoute multiple instances and scenes where it appears he is leaning on her. But however with this you have to take into account the period of time Natsu has known her. The trust issues Natsu already has and previous trauma he has gotten and even new trauma!

Now it gets worse because this is dipping a little into Mashima's terrible characterization and understanding of how people function and feel. Especially women. Take Lisanna and Lucy, if you think about it they are essentially the same fucking character. Both are kind, stubborn, where hurt by someone they love, left their home behind for a number of years, painted has a badass while also simultaneously being soft and delicate.

Sound familar?

Because that's basically the Mashima guide to write a female character. Now what really gets me is the final thing that really cements it. They both have been/are in the supporting role for Natsu. Don't you dare go saying: But Lucy is the main character!

You, like the rest of is because Mashima wrote her like shit, didn't even know that until the interview or you saw that Fairy Tail fact post. The majority of us thought it was Natsu. Because in reality Mashima did NOT start writting her like a main character. He did not give her the good motivation every single damn Fairy Tail Character has.

Lucy & Lisanna have the same number of things that make up their characterization, and yes so do a number of Fairy Tail characters. But that's not the point. The point is that Lucy reminds Natsu of Lisanna in some ways and Natsu cannot bring himself to trust and lean on her fully like he can with Gray. It is not an attack on Nalu. Nalu is a fine ship if only written correctly (aka: Not Mashima's Version Which Is Horrible And Toxic But That's Another Meta For Another Time.).

This is a post about how Gray and Natsu are close. That's it. Natsu cannot bring himself to fully trust Lucy and lean on her comfortably without 1) forcing himself, 2) it happening outside of his control because of past trauma which by the way knowing Natsu he did not do anything about it and most likely bottled it up.

Wow that was a long session on Lucy but in summary: Natsu is traumatized and is not mentally healthy like the entirety of the Guild.

Now, the last one, which I'm sure you can GUESS. It's Juvia. Because some people think that Gray and Juvia are the " closest people! " And " he doesn't let anyone really touch him other than her! "

1) Bullshit. And 2) Bullshit. Here's why:

Juvia is a toxic character who stalks and uncomfortably idolizes Gray to the point it's fucking ridiculous. There are multiple scenes of her following (stalking) Gray around and being jealous of Lucy. Even declaring her a " Love Rival ".

This is probably because: Gray was the first person that was decent to her. (She was bullied for who knows how long and involved in a toxic guild + an abusive relationship.) Before you say shit about Gajeel: He's not nice. Gajeel before all of this, was an asshole, now he is nice which is pretty cool and a great character development. Back then? He was not nice.

Which brings me to Gray. Who even is okay with being stalked, being grabbed randomly and having someone so obsessed with you they made fucking dolls of you? No one. Before you argue: But he doesn't pull away from her!

Gray is most likely touch starved. Considering his entire background and general tendency to not receive hugs or any sort of affection usually. My evidence for this? Myself. I am touch starved and I often react bad to touches from strangers or creepy people but I also have a late reaction time. Because my body is saying: Oh touch???? And my brain is screaming: No.

He also could be trying to be decent. Which is all he did in the first place. He could be trying to not hurt her feelings and yes you could say he hurt Mira's feelings when he called her stupid for betting on Natsu but he also was apologising and panicky because he didn't want to hurt her.

Also if I even have to explain further why being stalked and basically turned into a fetish and an object is a bad thing then clearly something is fucking wrong with you.

Gray however feels safe likely with Natsu, who's been there from the beginning, took on Deliora, fought too many people just because one of his friends are in danger, has repeatedly stopped Gray from using Iced Shell and was ready to Die with him.

Natsu in return probably feels safe and like he can trust Gray to handle himself because this man has been there since day one and even can take Natsu himself on with no problem. Natsu also probably is happy Gray is nothing like Lisanna or Lucy. Because Gray is Gray and he doesn't remind Natsu of anything traumatizing he's been through.

They both trust one another and stay by one another's side because they are both understanding that they aren't gonna leave. Because think about it, Gray has lost family and his mentor to death. He has suffered through that. You wanna know who's constantly beating death on its ass???? Natsu " I refuse to die " Dragneel.

Natsu has lost family by being abandoned and by Death. He got it both ways and he's suffering because of it. But Gray who's stubborn has shit and stood death in the face at a young age and screamed fuck you at the top of his lungs, wouldn't leave. Gray who fucking went through hell and back, destoryed his own infiltration mission just because Natsu Dragneel rolled up, Keeps Trying To Protect Him, Never once wants to lose Natsu. And Natsu knows that. Because Gray is his constant. Gray is that constant presence in his life he knows for a fact he can trust.

But idfk that's just my thoughts on them.

[green-eyed-whumpster]

My OC Universe: Rowan 60

Chapter 60 Summary: Cordelia takes Rowan from the dungeon, and gives him some nice clothes. (Tagglietelle: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @much-ado-about-whumping, @abitefullofeverything, @whump-me-all-night-long, @sky-or-something-idfk and @tears-and-lilies)

Trigger Warnings: Horse fear?

Cordelia held his arm as she led Rowan out of the dungeons. His feet stumbled over the stone in his eagerness to leave, and when he felt the pavers, warmed from the sun, under his soles he closed his eyes softly.

“Can-can I please just…stand here a moment longer?” He asked, soaking in the yellow warmth. “Rowan, we shouldn’t let any of the servants see you,” She replied carefully. “If you are cold you can have this,” She unclasped the cloak hanging around her shoulders and draped it over him. “Are you going to kill me?” He asked gently, the kind gesture filling his chest with fear. “What? No! Of course not!” She exclaimed, turning to face him properly. “I promised Marie that you would disappear. And you will. I’ll take you back to Peter.” She said as she placed her hands on his shoulders. “You…you will?” He breathed in disbelief. “Of course, I will! He’ll be so happy to realise that you’re alive.” Rowan startled her by falling to his knees and hugging her legs, soft sobs muffled by her trousers. “Thank you…thank you so much!” She bit her lip as her hands hovered over his head, unsure of how to properly console the boy. “Ro-Rowan,” She muttered as her fingers brushed his hair. “We should…I’ll take you to a store closet and we can get you some normal clothes, but I meant it when I said the servants shouldn’t see us.” He paused as he realised he was jeopardising their chance to leave by being weak. He released her quickly and scrambled to his feet, wiping his eyes hurriedly. “All right, I-I’m sorry,” He sniffed and hid his hands under the cloak. “No, it’s fine, just, the sooner we leave, the sooner you’re free.” Free. He nodded eagerly and she smiled at him softly, pulling up the hood of the cloak and wrapping her arm around his shoulders. “Keep your head down and stay quiet, no one should notice us.” She said as she began leading him down the hall, he simply nodded, hands balled in the cloak to keep it covering him entirely, grateful for her comforting arm on his shoulders. He flinched whenever he heard another set of footsteps, curling into Cordelia to avoid the spectre from seeing him. She led him through secret passages to the tailor’s storeroom, piled high with spare uniforms for all seasons and smelling pleasantly of linen and potpourri. “Let me just see how big you are,” She muttered, gently prying apart the front of the cloak, taking in his petite form and chewing her lip. “I don’t need anything special,” He said hopefully. “Anything that works is more than enough for me.” She smiled as she looked at him before turning to the pigeon-holes stacked with the clothing, reaching for one labelled ‘Boy’s Trousers’. She handed the brown woollen pants to Rowan and moved along the rows, looking for the box which said, ‘Boy’s Shirts – Autumn’. “Put those on while I find you some shoes and socks.” She said, handing him the light tunic. “I-will I need shoes?” He asked and she hesitated before shaking her head. “Not really, but it’s more comfortable if your feet aren’t bare.” He concentrated for the moment in removing his old clothes, carefully pulling on the shirt. 

It was such a ridiculous thing, but he felt so much comfort when the sleeves hung from his arms, and his head had to push slightly to get it through the hole for his neck, only a fraction of his collarbone showing, instead of the tunic’s short sleeves and low neck, delving down to the base of his ribs. And the trousers, they may have been a bit rougher than the cotton shorts he usually wore, but he liked the weight of them hanging down his legs, covering them completely. 

He heard Cordelia as she knocked wrong-sized shoes away somewhere nearby, a small huff told him that she had found some, and was moving back towards the corner Rowan was waiting in. “Here, they should fit,” She sighed, holding them and a pair of socks to him. “Thank you,” He muttered, crouching the pull them on. He paused, as a sudden and uncomfortable knot wormed in his stomach. “Cordelia,” He whispered, catching her interest as she rummaged for a coat. “What…what happened to Oliver?” She bit her lip softly and paused. “He-he isn’t dead, is he?” Rowan whimpered. He couldn’t face the possibility that because of him Oliver had been killed. “No, Rowan, he isn’t dead,” She said, moving back towards him. “But, your guard struggled when he was being arrested, he’s not well at the moment, but he should be alive.” Rowan sank to the ground and took a deep, shuddering breath. “Can I see him?” He asked and Cordelia shook her head. “We should leave as soon as possible.” Rowan pressed the heels of his hands into his mouth in a futile attempt to mute the sound of him sobbing desperately. “Rowan…” “Just-just give me a minute! Please,” He whimpered, sniffling violently as his chest stuttered. Cordelia nodded softly and returned to the piles of clothes. He allowed himself his minute of shameless muffled bawling, tears and mucus mixing together on his face as he choked the loudest of the sounds. 

But eventually he knew that Cordelia would grow tired of waiting for him, and he didn’t want to upset his ticket out of the castle. He wiped his face with his hands and Cordelia appeared in front of him, holding out a handkerchief. “Thank you!” He gasped and gingerly rubbed his nose with it. “Don’t thank me, Rowan,” She sighed gently. “I should have saved you when I first realised you were here. It’s my fault that much of the worst things happened to you,” She muttered, helping him up. “N-no! I-of course not! It-it was my fault!” She scoffed as she wrapped a coat that was too big around his shoulders. “You were the victim, Rowan. It isn’t your fault.” She said, catching his cheek with her fingertips and forcing him to meet her eyes, to understand how serious she is. “But with a man like William, I knew what would cause him to punish me. I killed someone; he could have had me killed.” Rowan argued. “I knew enough to be able to avoid his anger, so it was my fault. You don’t…you don’t blame a bear for mauling a hunter. You blame the hunter for getting close enough to be hurt. The bear won’t change, so you were being irresponsible for approaching it and not it expecting to attack you.” As Rowan quoted the familiar words Cordelia’s mouth twitched softly. “Peter was talking about assholes in the tavern or people known for screwing over workers. Where the consequences were wounded pride and a few bruises or being cheated of a wage promised. Not of a spoiled monarch who tried to take your personality and crush it into a little ornament he could wear proudly. Cruel people are cruel.” She said, brushing his dirty hair over his eyes. “Anyone with a soul would feel ill when they realise how awfully you were treated. Even Marie, you may have guessed she wasn’t too fond of you,” Rowan nodded certainly, and she smiled gently at him. “But she was appalled when she saw the way he treated you. Even though she didn’t realise the true level of your relationship, she frequently complained that you were treated like an animal.” “Oh,” Was all that Rowan could think to say in response to the revelation that Marie didn’t entirely despise him. That maybe some of her scorn was misdirected because of William’s treatment. “Speaking of Marie, we should be going.” Cordelia added, bundling the stolen clothes into a sheet and pushing them into Rowan’s arms. “Same as before, stay quiet and stick by me, all right?” Rowan nodded, adrenaline rushing through his limbs at the reality of his freedom. 

He followed Cordelia like a shadow, eyes glued to her feet, so he remained right by her side. She led him outside to a part of the gardens he was unfamiliar with, a wooden structure surrounded by wet dirt and mud stood before him, rustling sounds and soft whinnies coming from inside. He was grateful for the shoes now that the turned soil sunk beneath him. “Prepare my horse!” Cordelia called into the building, waiting until she heard a sound of affirmation before turning her attention to Rowan. “I need to go back to the port-side of the city to retrieve my things,” She explains. “I left them when I came back recently because I knew that the coup was coming, but at least once we get them it will be an easier trip home.” He nodded as a stableboy brought out a dark brown horse, he flinched and instinctively stepped back as he saw the animal, and Cordelia looked at him with concern. “What’s wrong?” She asked and he tore his eyes away from the creature to look at her, watching as she snatched the reigns from the boy’s hands. “That’s a bit rude, isn’t it?” He murmured weakly and she shook her head, glaring at the boy. “Not the way they’ve been treating you.” She answered, causing the boy to cower under her gaze and scurry off. “But they weren’t that bad,” Rowan argued. “Maybe not directly to your face, but if you don’t wear a crown, or a crest, then servants will say anything. Poisonous gossip being a favourite.” She spat, walking closer to Rowan. “Now, what was your problem with horses?” He was embarrassed to have to admit it. He was already so weak before Cordelia, he had burst into ugly, wet, sobs twice since they left the dungeon. “I-in the past, I haven’t really…enjoyed, the way I travelled on them,” He muttered, averting his gaze from Cordelia. “Oh, all right,” She sighed softly, looking at the beast. “I have an idea,” She said and grabbed the saddle, lifting herself gracefully up onto the horse. Waiting until it steadied before holding a hand to Rowan. “I’ll take your clothes if you like,” She said, reaching for them, Rowan watched as she jammed the lump of cloth in between her and the saddle pommel, testing its security before now reaching to Rowan. “Put one foot in the stirrup,” She instructed as he takes her hand. “Not that one,” She added, causing Rowan to hesitate curiously, she meant for his right foot to leverage him up onto the saddle, meaning that he would face away from the front of the horse. “Trust me,” She encouraged, prompting him to nervously place his foot in the stirrup and look at her for confirmation before attempting to lift himself up. “Hold on, let me help.” She leaned over and placed his hands in the right places before steadying her own on his ribs. “I’ll count to three and then throw yourself up, once you’re balancing up straight you can carefully lift your other leg over so you sit against my chest, sound good?” She asked and he nodded eagerly. “One…two…three!” He let out a soft squeal as he pushed himself up off the ground and struggled to keep his grip on the saddle and not release it to grab Cordelia. “Good job, that was perfect!” She soothed, gently tightening her grip on his sides. “Now lift your leg slowly over the horse’s back, so we don’t startle him.” Rowan nodded as warmth pooled in his stomach from the praise. Before he knew it, he was sitting on the wad of clothing and Cordelia was angling his legs, so they rested over hers. He whined softly as he felt himself being opened up, but soon the familiar and comforting smell of her soap snapped him out of his daze and he curled into her chest. “Can I stay like this?” He asked softly, lips incredibly close to her neck. “It’s really comfortable,” “Of course,” Cordelia replied, wrapping an arm around his back and pushing him gently into her torso. “Just relax, we’ll stay at an inn by the port tonight so I can get my things and then we’ll leave the city, I promise,” Rowan let out a soft little giggle as the horse began moving forward and grinned widely. “I’m free,” He whispered, his voice trembling. “I-I’m finally free.”

[genius11rare]

Figured id try this. AH  Chit chat livestream notes / QnA  7-10-20

because i'm weird i like “documenting” videos and (in this case) Live Streams. figured why keep this to myself so here. maybe one day ill just post a google docs link for a viewing copy but idk. So heres what i got for today seeing as the chitchat part will likely be cut off for the “real” video i may as well memorialize it. not perfect and may be kinda nonsensical but its what i could come up with.

Matt has a window…. With a balcony blocking above , pointless window. Red Web (trevors podcast)  “where he gets in over his head on the internet” “think if i just show them the episode of Technical Difficulties where i made garden lights into solar chargers i can get that tax kickback?” , Jacks neighbor with the tesla solar roof , having to train people to know how to install it . Ryan: “what are the odds he cant look outside at any given hour of the day and see atleast one human with a big piece of paper scratching their head” Elon Musk Starlink satellites for internet worldwide, Ryan “not saying that's _clearly_  a supervillain plot but if it was it wouldnt surprise me” , Ubisoft Far Cry teaser… oh its live action movie teaser clip- oh shit that's rendered!!! , teaser pick of a young Vaas with scars…. Ryan “Did he get them in the womb!?!?!?  Wanna know how i got these scars? Born with them don't know…”  “What is your fave type of cake?” Ryan: Chocolate (Lava)… don't put a sprinkle on it OR ILL SLAY YOU Jack: I mean is birthday a type of cake… Funfettis great Jeremy: both are stereotypical , Boston Creme cakes and Rum Cakes. Matt: Yellow cake with fudge frosting. “Pets and significant others are safe , what item do you grab in a house fire” Jack: Animation cel of the Dino DNA scene in Jurrassic Park (think i got it) Ryan: i mean my life looks alot like this corner , if i could burn this shit down to start with a new empty house i might even be happy. (chat Ryan your insurance is listening)  Jeremy: don't have much i really care about , just “well that sucks it burnt up” . Matt: first ever smash trophy i won , only one i still have. Chat answers “Photo albums , Ryans DeadPool Suit” “what games hope to be announced on microsoft stream?” Matt :  Fable 4 (Ryan ”surprised theyd try to bring it back past the press that is peter molyneu” Matt ” well now nothing holding them back , not those trees!”) Jack: not so much games but LockHeart the mini streaming Xbox. (Ryan: all those types of things have failed idk why they think - well they also made mixer and that went tits up so sure why not) Jeremy: microsoft doesnt really blow me away , arent really anything that im like “i HOPE they announce a sequel” Matt: know this isnt the right crowd but Banjo Kazzoie? Just added in smash , Crash Bandicoots got a new game it makes sense nows the time… i mean the time was already before this but fuck it do it anyway. Steffie says we are at almost 10 mil views on Achievement Knievel (9.95 mil)  Ryan “which one was that” (Jack and Jeremy) “that's Im Still In The Air” Ryan “oooohhh… now i know why i blocked it out… thought we titled it like “the greatest stunt ever” or atleast that's what we called it while making it” “rather fight 100 duck sized ChilledChaos (yey my boy chilled!) or 1 ChilledChaos sized duck?” Ryan “feel like the duck cuz atleast it still doesnt have thumbs” - Jeremy “or teeth , what is it gonna do it can bill and flipper you” Matt “i mean a bunch of tiny Chilleds can work together to kill you” Jeremy “right they will figure something out” Ryan “tiny chilled more dangerous he can infiltrate spaces i wouldnt expect to find him” “tv show / movie you could watch again for the first time what would it be?” Jack: Breaking bad and Endgame … but only if its with a crowd who is ALSO seeing it for the first time. Matt : The Office Ryan: Full Metal Alchemist (oh anime time) , everyone talks about Brotherhood but i really liked the original. Matt:  Brotherhoods a bit better but original is still good on its own (paraphrased). Ryan : had that twist at the end of “dafuq did this show just go?” made a movie based off it… skippable though. Jeremy: Futurama , *or erase all my knowledge of Whose Line* “Fave piece of Merch put out?” Jeremy: Geoff tanktop with the tribal skull. Ryan: *puts on classic gray achievement hunter hat* Jack: Extralife Posters if those count , like the Xmen AH one behind Ryan that Jon (Risinger i assume) and Pat (IDFK) made. Matt: Tiki Mugs. Jeremy “do you use those , make pina coladas?” Matt “often! When i get caught in the rain (GDI Matt) “ Chat alot saying FrontBack ,  one said Jacks Varsity Jacket. “Trapped in quarantine with a fictional character , who?” Jack: Macgyver maybe idk (Ryan: How about Dr Manhattan he could just fix it)  yeah like Q from star trek. Matt: GlaDOS but in potato form. Jeremy “theres a lot of anime girls id be ok being stuck with but idk their name” (i love jeremy)  a Matt: you want Lust from Full Metal Alchemist - Jeremy: That sounds great , (Ryan *Nods*) i can picture that i like it or if we keeping the Futurama train then Bender… think wed have A LOT of fun , and he wouldnt get me the virus! Ryan: no he would , hed deliberately try to get you  sick. Jeremy: hed bring people in “what occupation / person where you most surprised to find out was an AH fan?” Jack: Fun story im looking to learn how to Sauder , someone messaged me saying they're a fan if you need help , *hes the guy welding StarShip* Matt: well… anyone smart really… Jack (and Ryan) : the Dr Who Set/Prop designer (Ben) hes done some stuff us (think he snuck in a name plate on a show of Jack and Ryan name or something , saw a tweet about that before) Ryan: not really any that's surprising… there was the time Macauly Culkin wore our shirt (press my awesome button) “our” being RT  Jeremy: Cool meeting Xavier Woods but like we know hes a gaming fan and watches a lot of content like ours… still on Whose Line Johnathon Mangum is a AH fan , even messaging me at one point. Trevor in chat “what if president trump rode up in a Salad Chalice shirt” , Jack: one guy who bought it , like “im hip with the kids” Ryan: can you imagine someone less likely to be seen near a salad? Matt: I mean ryan he thinks he has to drink them so…. Jeremy: also been having a lot of solicitors recently for some reason… really annoying and during a pandemic. Ordered a sign thats basically “fuckoff im not answering the door LEAVE” , have a ring doorbell (some kind of doorbell app where you can talk to people at the door i guess?)  but when im recording cant be like “hang on a second - FUCKOFF” Ryan: i DO feel like you have the kind of job you could do that , if anything youd put them in the video like “hey you're live right now what you need” … Jack managed to crash 7D2D on my local system already that's a good sign (brief technical difficulties music playing as it cut to ryans screen in the game) 

[kemiidoesthings]

|Sinful desire|

Contains: Medieval times, Incubus Katsuki, Nun Reader, Sodomy, Rough sex, Sadism/Masochism, Public sex, Biting, Scratching, Blood, Choking, Hair pilling, Masturbation, Dirty Talk/Down Talk, Sleeping sex.

Okay but WARNING, this chapter kinda really bashes Catholics and the lifestyle of being a nun so if you’d be offended I’d recommend to not read :) (even tho it does kinda go against that life style idfk what the hell they do, I’m nk ot catholic so I’ve never been to mass or whatever. So if I get stuff wrong it’s because I was too lazy too look it up) tHiS cHaPtEr is not for the faint heart let me tell you.... it’s for the kinky bastards like me LMAOO

“Oh my...” You covered your mouth as you looked over the man who lay passed out near the well. You had been sent to retrieve two buckets of water from the well for your sisters in the monastery when you came across this man who laid beaten and bloody, passed out near the well. “I’ll be right back” You promise the Ash blond haired male who only laid there in his silence from being asleep. You hastily rose to your feet and ran back to the monastery your hair covering flying off in the process. You didn’t care, this man was injured and you needed someone to help you carry him back so someone could treat him. Once the monastery was in sight you began calling out. “Sister Anna!” You waved your hands back and forth and your friend lifted her eyes to look over at you. “Sister (Y/N) you’ve lost your headdress!” She scolded but you shook your head. “Forget my veil! I’ve found a man passed out by the well Get Help!” You said and she nodded before putting her hand on her headdress and running off unlike you who had wirelessly ran without keeping your headdress on.You gulped and ran back to where the man was to kneel down next to him. You looked him over and cradled his head on your thighs. His face was covered in blood from a cut on his forehead and his body was bruised badly. You wondered what or who had given him his cuts and bruises. “Sister (Y/N)!” Your name being called made you look back to see three more women running towards you. “We’ve come to help carry him back.” They said and you nodded as your friend Anna handed you your headdress she found on the way back. You stood and lazily placed the veil on your head before helping to lift the man to bring him back. He was quite heavy and his body was really warm against your skin. Once back at the monastery you laid him on a bench and the other girls ran off to grab things to clean his wounds with. “What have you brought into our presence?” Headmaster Bertha said and you gulped. “I-I found this man passed out by the well.” You said as she forcibly fixed your hair back into your headdress making you flinch at her rough behavior. She questionably looked past you to the rough looking man who laid sound in his slumber. “Hmm, very well.” She said and you sighed in relief just as the other girls came back with wet washcloths.“Take care of him today, and when he wakes up we’ll decide what to do with him.” She said before walking away. You smiled and instantly went to helping clean him. “You were very stupid you know.” Anna said and you rolled your eyes. “I helped a man who was in need. I wouldn’t call that stupid you know.” You countered and Anna thought a moment. “I guess you could be right.” You both giggled as you finished washing and Dressing the sleeping stranger’s wounds. After treating him. you moved him to a bedroom where he could rest until he woke up. You kept a close eye on him. Watching his breathing and making sure he was warm. You only went away to fetch the water from the well like you were instructed earlier but he had still not awoken by evening making you worry. But you let him rest peacefully. You would sleep on the floor. This happened for a day. He slept a day away as you did your duties. He only crossed your mind a few times which when he did you would take a break and bring him water to find he was still resting peacefully. But even though he looked as soft and sweet as ever when he was asleep you had a gut feeling that something wasn’t quite right with him. Maybe he wasn’t as you perceived him. He might’ve been the most rotten man on earth. Or he could be a simple sweet man as he looked.

It was an unexpected time when he decided to rise from his slumber it was when you were eating dinner with your fellow sisters. He had shamelessly walked around shirtless with bandages all over his body until he found the room with the commotion in it. He walked in and the talking stopped almost instantly. Some of your sisters dropped their eating utensils catching your attention. “What’s so- oh...” you looked at the blonde haired male who looked over the group of women who were staring back at him the same. His eyes were red and calculating and it made you shiver when his gaze passed over you.

You gulped and stood before walking over to him and grabbing his hand to get his attention. “Sir, how are you feeling?” You asked and he tsked, “My head hurts and I'm achingly hungry” He complained and you gulped as your close friend Anna walked up beside you. ”Perfect timing then, we are eating and we have some leftovers!” You guided him into the kitchen to which he followed hesitantly. There you scooped him a bowl of the soup you were eating.

He never said thank you or blesses this food, he just began eating and it made you a bit fidgety. After he ate, you and Anna brought him to headmaster Bertha who greeted him kindly. “Katsuki Bakugou,” he spoke his name after she introduced herself to him. “We will be taking care of until you are completely better, it’s the least we can do.” She said and he nodded. “I’m very grateful.” He said and Bertha smiled. Her smile was a hideous sighy and you wondered if that would change the male’s mind for staying in the monastery with a horde of celibate woman.

He was led out of the room and you were about to follow when Bertha grabbed the back of your collar. “I’m putting you in charge over him, make sure he stays in check but also take care of him and nurse him back to health.” She said and you gulped as you nodded. She then sent you off to find your special male guest.

It was a routine, waking up and bandaging him. He didn't your mind but often spoke to you making you quite nervous and hot feeling. Your face would flush and you'd end up fanning yourself for an off reason. You had never felt this way before. He noticed.

”How long are you going to keep me here?” He asked and you sputtered a bit. ”N-no ones keeping you here! You just shouldn't leave until you're fully healthy” You insisted and he chuckled. ”Sure sweetheart” He leaned in and put a single finger under your chin making you look up from his bandages and into his eyes. When you saw how close he was you froze. A small gasp escaped your mouth when you came so close to his fiery red eyes your eyes widening at the close proximity.

Suddenly your heart began beating fast and your breath quickened, you felt like your stomach was churning (not painfully). Bakugou chuckled, “Are you nervous?” He Asked you and your eyes flickered from his eyes to his bandages again. “W-why should I be nervous?” You asked before gulping and he grinned, “No, reason...” He came closer his eyes trained on your parted, soft tookmg, "None at all." He said before leaning in and pressing his tips against yours in a soft way. This made you gasp and lean back but he chased you keeping his lips against yours as his kiss grew a bit more passionate. His expert tongue slipped past your lips in your surprise and claimed your mouth as his own.

This felt... Good.

When he pulled away you were both stunned and breathless. You looked at him with wide eyes as your chest heaved up and down with surprise your hearing going a midion miles an hour. He chuckled at your reaction, "Stunned?" He asked and you blushed intensity before looking to the side in shame. He sighed and stood up before slipping a shirt on over his bare chest. He then squatted down next to you as you sat on the floor still recovering from the kiss. "I heard about you." He whispered into your ear ift a raspy voice his tips dragging along the edge with every syllable uttered. The feeling was absolutely sinful. He snickered luckily into your ear making your body shiver in response. "You're not exactly the most, reffned sister should I say it?" He chuckled and pulled away knowing he had successfully delivered his message to you.

It was true, you weren't the most refined. You were a little rebellious, you played with the rufes without outright breaking them. It was like your talent. You got away with stuff you knew was tempting fate. You were a risk taker. And now Bakugou knew that to which he'd use to his advantage.

"Sister (Y/N)! Could you please go get some more water for the baths?" Sister Carol called as Sister Susan stood next to her closely. You nodded and carried two buckets to the creek before dipping them in and filling them with the cool water. Then you began your track back to the monastery. You assumed someone had just taken a bath and needed new water for someone else. You wondered who was taking a bath though because it was scheduled. You weren't scheduled for a bath for a few days.

By the time you returned it was dark and the buckets of water had reached a warm temperature. It was almost dinner time so all the girls were scurrying go put food on the table as you walked down to the bathhouse. You sighed and backed in the door before turning around and gasping as you saw the ash blond sitting in one of the large tubs. He looked at you the warm flickering light from the candles making him look beautiful and tempting as he sat in the sudsy water completely naked. "Don't be shy" he encouraged and you gulped before letting the door fall shut behind you

The room smelted of soap and candles and a beautiful natural musts that you had never smelted before in the bath area. It was nice. You sighed and you breathed in before walking over and setting the buckets down quietly. Bakugou was watching you the whole time, Like a lion with its prey, waiting to pounce when the time was right,

"Wait" He said when you were almost to the door. You stopped in your tracks and waited as you heart the sound of him lifting himself out of the water. You heard the small droplets of water splash onto the tile floor as he stepped out of the tub and walked across the floor. You could hear the small slap of the flesh of the bottom of his foot on the wet tile as he neared you. Your heart was beating fast. Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh

"Wash me " He whispered and you Blinked a few times. "... What?" You asked and he instantly chuckled at your response. "Bathe me," he proposed again and you blushed deeply at the prospect. "You owe it to me, my wounds are still open." He coaxed into your ear and you gulped. "A-alright" You nodded and he smiled "J-just grab a towel and sit on that stool. I'll wash you up." You promised him.

So he walked over and wrapped a small towel over his crotch, covering his manhood, before sitting down on the stool you had so graciously pointed out. You gulped and wiped your forehead a bit before turning around and grabbing a bar of soap to clean Bakugou with. You grabbed one of the buckets and a rag before soaking the rag in water and lathering it in the soap. You gulped and knelt behind Bakugou starting with his back. You washed his back, graciously running the soapy rag over his muscular back that was soaked and unintentionalty flexing whenever he moved. And the way the candlelight flickered over his tan skin made the scene like a painting. It set a mood and mad you feel certain things. You didn't know what those things were... But you ended up clenching your legs together quite often as you washed his body. Rubbing the cloth over his firm muscles making so to clean him thoroughly. You couldn't help yourself but get flustered knowing it was only a thin piece of material blocking you from having skin to skin contact. You inwardly scolded yourself for wanting to know how his body felt against your hands. You gulped and washed over his pecs making you glance away. He was so large and muscular in the chest area. It was really pleasant to wash him there. You shook your head at your thought and washed his abs distract yourself from his gorgeous pecs Once you had finished his abs and washed off his legs and feet you sighed. done." You said beginning to stand when he spoke up, his hands pushing you down by your shoulders. "You missed a spot." He smirked at you and you raised an eyebrow before glancing down at his towel. He grinned and slowly pulled the towel off making your eyes widen.You quickly looked away from his manly private parts your face feeling hot. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" He asked in a soothing voice. “Demon got your tongue?" He asked and you glared at him making him bite his bottom lip. You shook your head, "No." You said sternly before your voice began to break. "I-I'm fine." You insisted and he nodded as he sat legs spread baring himself fully to you. Clean it good," Bakugou he leaned down and whispered into your ear huskily before licking the shell of your ear making you tremble at the feeling. When he pulled back you looked up into his burning red eyes a moment before nodding. "Yes.." You complied wetting the washcloth and making it sudsy again. You gulped and slowly began to wash down his V-line to his manhood where you gently rubbed with the washcloth. He groaned lightly as he watched you, kneeling

before him, washing his shaft Your face felt hot, really hot You didn't know what the heck was even going on but you persisted He asked you to wash him and that's what you were going to do. only took a few strokes for Bakugou to speak up. “Just use your hands” He encouraged and you looked at him like a deer caught in headlight He chuckled “ I”m not circumcised like all those bimbo priests" He gently pulled the washcloth away leaving his member bare for you to look at again “You have to clean it with your hands" He smirked and you blushed terribly as you looked at it “O-okay“ So you began to wrap your hands around his length before bitting your bottom lip it’s so thick... You thought as you squeezed it with one of your hands even my fingertips together You blushed as Bakugou groaned lighty.

"You sizing up your seat?” He asked and you blushed even harder. "Trust me baby, it's the best you'll ever see"He said confidentily and you just looked down at it as you began to rub it. You could feel him stiffening up under your touch which made you feel a bit confused but you ignored it.

Your hands moved slowily, rubbing his cock and feeling as his foreskin glided back and forth over his shaft smoothly. It was kind of satisfying doing this... You could feel his blood pulse hot though his weins and his ridges against your hands It was like you were exploring something for the first time. It was exciting and it made your heart race even as a small bit of guilt clouded over your head. ”mm, faster" He instructed and you without hesitating moved your hand up and down his length faster. The suds you created against his shaft made your hand slippier creating a small wet noise to come from your movements. "Yeah just like that sweetheart” He encouraged as his muscles tensed showing you his gorgeous sculpted abs making you feeling completely overwhelmed by the naked man in front of you You didn't even notice when something else milky white joined the soap suds. growled deeply making your heart beat fast as the feeling sent shivers down your spine You looked up to see something that looked like a black crack on the side of his head. Almost like his skin were about to peel off, but the crack went away. "You can stop now, I'm all clean." He said and you nodded pulling your hands away from his penis that was going flaccid again. "Heh, not bad sweetheart." He stood up and dipped himself into the tub to rinse all the soap suds off of his body. "Go eat your dinner, “ I’ll be there in a bit." He promised and you nodded before standing and walking out the door Only then did you realize what you had done. You were a blushing mess and you felt your hands tingle. We're not going to even talk about what was going on between your legs. But it was strange, his skin on the side of his head...You wondered why it did that After dinner, you went to the study. There you looked up many things about spirits and evil things..You had a strong hunch about Katsuki Bakugou and it wasn't a good one After studying late into the night you decided to finally turn in. Now that you had successfully scared yourself out of your wits you thought you should try to get some shut eye. You entered your room and undressed before slipping on your white nightgown having a creeping feeling that you were being watched. You shivered and ran your hands over your bare arms goosebumps appearing after your own touch. No, it couldn't be. You were by yourself It was probably just you feeling superstitious from reading those old books on spirits and demons. So you crawled into your bed covering yourself with your blankets as if to protect you from the darkness. You laid your head down onto your soft white pillow and stared at the ceiling a moment before sighing and mumbling your nightly prayer. Then you closed your eyes and began to drift into a deep sleep. A grin spread across the demon's lips as he watched you close your eyes. He'd help you sleep deep tonight. With a wave of his hands, he could instantly see your body relax under the sheets. This only made him snicker at how susceptible your body was to his magic. It was because of your state of mind, always teeter tottering over the edge. Playing with the rules and having risky behavior all the while being pure and devout. You were the perfect candidate for him to prey upon. The incubus slowly let himself merge out of the ceiling and land onto the floor next to your bed. Bakugou didn't even hesitate to sit on the side of your bed. He knew you wouldn't wake up, but he knew you'd have a very vivid dream of his actions promiscuous. That made it all the more exciting. He pulled your blankets to the side and looked at your beautiful legs your nightgown having ridden up to expose more of your soft skin. 0h, he adored your smooth thighs and soft plump ass. He sighed as he shamelessly ran his hands up the expanse of your thighs, pushing you nightgown up with his hands. He pushed the nightgown up over your breasts exposing your soft tender skin which was rising and falling with every small breath. He chuckled and took your breasts into his hands, groping and squeezing at the soft flesh of your chest. The feeling only had

you light stirring in your sleep. "That's it." Bakugou coaxed as he ran his late manly hands down your body to your shapely hips where he squeezed the flesh of your hips. He then hooked his fingers under the band of your panties before pulling them down your legs, exposing your womanhood to him. He liked the way your core was hidden behind your thighs that were pressed together. It made him grin and eagerly sniff at your underwear, "Ahh." He sighed in pleasure at your scent. He loved the smell of untouched women He then looked back at you and gently grabbed your thighs, spreading them apart and drinking in the image of your womanhood which you had labeled forbidden fruit. It made him want to touch, eat and destroy it all the more. Anything consecrated to good he wanted to turn to evil, he wanted you to make that decision yourself though. He couldn't force you to be corrupt. You had to decide to do that yourself, but he was more than willing to help. He slid his hand in between your thighs and gently pressed his palm against your womanhood. He grinned at the small intake of breath your sleeping form made. He then wriggled his finger into your folds there he felt the reservoir of wet heat you held between your legs. "Oh, you're so wet, sweetheart." He whispered huskily before swirling his finger around inside of you making your sleeping form whimper. "Bet that feels like heaven to someone who's never been touched down here." He seemed to emphasize his point by adding another finger causing your body to clench down around him tightly at the sensation. "That's it-"he coaxed thrusting his fingers in and out of your pool of wet juices creating a small squelching sound from between your legs even though he wasn't moving very fast. It didn't take very long for whiny mewls to escape your mouth. He watched as your face was scrunched up and your lips were parted for your quickened breaths to exit and retreat with ease. Oh, and also for the beautiful sounds to tumble off your lips with all elegance. He continued his motions for a few moments before slowly pulling his hands back to witness how you had soaked his fingers with your juices of arousal. He chuckled at your maiden body and licked his fingers clean of your arousal. "You taste like sugar sweetheart." He made a compliment to your sleeping form before he let his hand come down to rest on your inner thigh where he massaged as he slowly made this way back to your pussy. He grinned and gently spread your lower lips with his middle finger and his thumb before using his index finger to press against your swollen, pleasure sensitive clit. When he did you body jumped before your body laid back and you panted wildly. "I know, it's begging for stimulation." He said before rubbing the pink nub in a circular motion eliciting a low whiny moan from your lips. He watched your body as he pleased you in your sleep. Here he could get all the honest reactions out of you. Your body would be honest and you would do stuff you wouldn't normally do on your own accord. He loved it.

“What do you want sweetheart?" He asked as if you had a desperate need even though he knew you wouldn't reply. He read your body language quite easily. He saw your perfect sized chest rising and falling with each pleasure-filled breath, he saw you hands clenching and releasing the sheets in your fists and he saw you gyrating your hips trying to get any bit of stimulation from his hand you could. This made him grin Your body speaks volumes sweetheart"He snickered evilly before he began to vigorously rub your clit. Your sleeping form gasped and cried out as your back arched from intense feelings of stimulation. It was deep pleasure he was installing into your body, building you up until your fingers were thinking and your body felt like it was on fire. Katsuki watched you closely until he could see you were close to your release, he grinned and dipped his fingers back into your dripping entrance pumping them in and out fluidly until your head was tossing and turning. You were on the brink of ecstasy and that's when he pulled his hand away Your body almost cried out in desire but you were asleep so your brow only furrowed at the loss of contact. Katsuki snickered and stood up, he had a plan. And that plan meant you couldn't cum just yet Your face was hot, it was burning red. You had never had a dream like that beforel And such a clear one, it was like it was almost real. The thought had you shivering and clenching your legs together. You could barely shovel down your breakfast, everything you did or looked at made in between your legs throb and it was making you insane. And Bakugou of all people... You had seen other men, so why was he the one in your dreams? And the explicit ones at that. The whole day you were constantly fighting the urge to, touch yourself...You had never touched yourself before but that seems had sparked something within you that had you itching to do something. Play with yourself or something! And when you had to climb a fence today, oh good lord. Sitting on the top just put the right amount of pressure on your clothed womanhood and you accidentally moaned Thanktfullyou were alone so no one heard.. ors.w.. You had kind of shamelessly rocket your hips backs and forth to receive some kind of relieving friction between your legs. You soon became ashamed and climbed off the fence, you didn't notice but you had thoroughly soaked your panties through the length of the day. It was torture. It was a few days later and you were packing up Bakugou again. "H-how are your injuries?" You asked and Katsuki lifted up his shirt over his head as you got his ointment and bandages ready as you were to bandage him in his room. "Feeling better, how are you, sweetheart?" He asked and you looked up at him from his body. He had the biggest shit eating grin you had ever seen, It was making you think he knew something he shouldn't have. But then your thoughts of this man crossed your mind, and what you had looked up in the study...What if it was true your thought?

He acted just like the books said, and the crack in the side of his head when you were bathing him... Plus your dream.. "Turn around. "Bakugou suddenly said as you dressed his last wound as you stood in front of him. "What?" You asked and he almost glared at you. "Turn around." He said again in slightly sterner voice which mad you slowly turn so that your back was facing him. It took no time at all for him to wrap his left arm around your waist and his right arm to reach around and grab your chin, swiftly moving it so that you were facing your right. You gasped at his hands on your face and on your body. "You've figured some things out have you, sweetheart?" He whispered into your ear before nipping at the shell of it making you whimper. "I-I don't-nngh!" You struggled when his hand around your waist pulled you back tighter against him. "Don't lie to me, I am a spawn of the prince of lies. I can tell a lie when I hear one." He threatened through grit teeth and you clenched your eyes closed. Suddenly you felt his body warm against yours, it was burning hot and it made you whimper a bit from the intense heat against your body. "Say it." He ordered as the heat died down. You panted and nodded as you looked at the wall in front of you, his breathing steady into your ear. "Y-you're an incubus.." You said and there was a small silence before you heard him chuckle huskily right into your ear. He released his body on your body and gently pushed your forward. "So look on me, prove your suspicions, human." You gulped and dared to turn and look at him behind you. When you fully turned you

gasped. There he stood, his eyes a glowing fiery red and from his head protruding two large black horns which mad you tremble. His hands were adorned with bracelets and rings and his nails were black and sharp, his neck was encircled with a choker which held symbols and different designs changing the whole atmosphere. He was shirtless his shoulders adorned with a royal cape of sorts and he wore black pants. He looked.. Devilishly handsome. Your jaw slacked and Bakugou looked at you suspiciously. "Am I not hideous to you?" He asked in disbelief before grinning. "Or are you just that corrupted already sweetheart?" He asked and you gulped. "I-1..." You couldn't finish. He was too beautiful... And now in between your legs had grown hot and wet. This was immediately picked up by Katsuki. He sniffed the air and sighed. "You're quote potent today sweetheart, I didn't think you would be so easily aroused by this." He gestures to himself but how could you not? He was literally everything wrong and sexual. t was like your most prominent desire but dressed in beautiful clothing That's when you realized i...Katsuki was your desire. Bakugou licked his canine fang seductively."You haven't run out screaming yet, "he observed and you nodded stepping forward towards him. "Are you ready to break your vow Ms. (Y/N)?t" He wiped his bottom lip with his thumb making you want to kiss and bite his bottom lip yourself You looked at him a moment as you thought over why you lived your life as a nun. But your emotions were heavily swaying towards Katsuki. All you could see was him, all you could hear was his husky voice whispering lewd words into your ear from your dream, all you could smell was his natural dominant musk which made your legs clench together in desire. Everything pointed to him, you wanted him. You want him badly. You finally couldn't speak anymore, all you could do was nod needily "Uh-huh." You almost begged and Katsuki instantly took you up into his arms. He barely gave you time to realize what was happening before he kissed you roughly. It was like he had been waiting for this for so long He instantly groaned against your mouth, letting his hands shamelessly grope your body through your clothing. Groping your breasts and running down your body to your ass where he gave a firm squeeze. You yelped and Bakugou chuckled taking your bottom lip between his teeth and sucking on it as he looked right into your eyes. All you could see was how gorgeous he was how badly you wanted him He kissed you again and used his nails to tear apart your clothes making you gasp and blush. He wasted no time in gripping your ass with his large calloused hands his black nails poking against your tender skin. You gasped and pressed your body against him. "I've wanted you since you found me at that fucking well." He rasped out before spinning you around and placing you on his bed tearing off your clothes and looking at your beautiful body. You gasped and looked up at his wild expression with a daze. You could barely comprehend what was happening. His hands all over your skin and his lips on your neck, whispering lewd words right into your ears. It all shook you down to your core and aided in your arousal. That was the only thing binding you to your

sanity, you were aroused and knew that you wanted to be pleasured. “Bakugou..." You mumbled out in a haze and he pressed a finger to your lips. "Call me Katsuki." He said as he kissed and licked at your ear.Y looked at the ceiling a moment before slowly nodding. "Katsuki." You let his name spill from your lips in an experimental way, you found out you loved calling him by his first name. You wanted to be the new mantra on your lips, muttering his name over and over again. And Bakugou was sure to make you that was with the way he was touching your body Katsuki wasn't very gentle with his movements, he would nip at your neck and leave marks as if he was an animal finally tasting flesh for the first time. He growled against your sensitive skin and you moaned your hands shakily grabbing at any part of him as support. This was all so new and exciting but also terrifying at the same time. You couldn't come back after you did this and part of you told you it was wrong and you should push him away. But the other part of you was begging you to let him kiss and touch you all over. And just as he began to do that you gave in to the latter. "Y-your lips are-ahh-"you gasped as he wrapped his plump pink lips around the bud of your breast tasting the sensitive areas with his sporadic tongue. You couldn't help but throw your has back and moan, "O-oh my-"he cut you off. "It's okay, say it." He looked into your eyes demanding absolute rebellion from you. You, looking at his face, didn't even notice his hand adorned with rings reaching between your legs. He watched you as he pressed his digits against your satin panties outlining the lips of your slit through your soaked I swear.

You gasped at the feeling and fisted the sheets in your hands, "O-oh my god- Katsuki!" You moaned and he pressed a hungry passionate kiss against your soft lips. "You like that?" He asked as he rubbed your clit in a circle. You whimpered your face red and your thighs trembling as he teased the sensitive bundle of nerves. "I-I can't-nngh!" You let your head fall back as the stimulation made you want to clamp your legs shut. You had never felt this way before, sure in your dream with Bakugou but you'd never actually touched yourself for pleasure. The thought of doing it was just awkward. "Hmm, baby girl?" He tested before vigorously rubbing your clit to elicit a reaction from you. At this, you squeaked and clenched your eyes shut and cried out in a pathetic way as if you were crying. "There..." He said before kissing your lips lightly, "That's all I wanted sweetheart." He licked his fang as he looked at your face which was beginning to sweat from the stimulation your body had never received before. "K-Katsuki, it throbs." You said nervously and he grinned. "Oh?" He teased before dipping his middle and ring finger into your sex. You gasped and whimpered as you watched his hand steadily pump in and out of your soaked hot core. "Remind you of your dream?" He asked and you whined before looking at him with wide eyes. "H-how do you know about..." You cut yourself off as he gave you a mischievous look. "What do you think?" He gave you a devilish grin and you looked at him a moment before gulping. All the while his fingers were still pumping in and out of your core causing small whimpers and mumbles of his name to escape your lips. You had your answer. He was an incubus, you didn't dream that. He had actually fondled you in your sleep... The more you thought about it the more it made you shiver in desire. Maybe he had planned this all along.

You whined and Bakugou chuckled, "I think someone's a little eager to really start" He said and you panted lightly nodding, "Yes, yes please-" you begged and he chuckled at your needy behavior. "Always so respectful," he grabbed his cape and threw it to the ground where it disappeared on a swirl of ash. You gasped in amazement as you watched the pieces of flying ash slowly disappear into the air as Katsuki knelt between your legs unbuckling his pants. As you were distracted he pulled his cock through the opening and gently pumped himself up and down getting his foreskin to rub up and down his length smoothly. When you heard him growing deeply you looked at him in confusion "Katsuki- annhh!" You yelped when you felt the tip of his large cock rub up and down the outside of your slit making your womanhood tingle in pleasure. You could feel the blunt tip of his cock rubbing up and down your slit, teasing the sensitive pink skin that was soaked in your own juices. "Katsuki-oh my-oh my god-" You squeaked when he eased his cock past your lips and rubbed your clit with the head of his dick. "Oh yeah baby." He let out a deep groan as he felt pleasure from rubbing the sensitive head of his cock against your wet pussy Bakugou chuckled at the way you desperately grabbed at the sheets and pushed at the headboard of the bed in a futile struggle to deal with the pleasure. "I-I feel so weird- nn!" You panted as he swirled the tip of his cock around your clit making it throb and your entrance to clench and leak your juices out onto the sheets. Bakugou could feel your womanhood pulse against the tip of his cock, "That's it, baby, let it all out." He used his fingers to dip into your folds your slick coating his fingers instanty With his cock rubbing your clit so mercilessly and his fingers pumping in and out of your virgin entrance, you came immediately. "Katsuki!" You cried out in a hushed tone at the pleasure that was wracking through your fragile body. All you could see was white as your body sweat and trembled on the bed your fingers twitching and your toes curling at the feeling. Your breaths came out uneven and heavy, and your heart pounded hard within your chest as if it were trying to pound its way out. This feeling was amazing. But Katsuki wasn't going to let your body rest, he was impatient and he had been holding back for a long time and he didn't have any more patience. So he drug the head of his cock down your slit to your entrance where he slowly eased himself inside of you. You gasped and yelped, "K-K-Kat-Katsuki-!" You couldn't even properly pronounce his name as you threw your head back from the feeling of being so stretched out for the first time. "Oh yes- he moaned and grabbed your hips to hold you in place as he began to thrust in and out of you He never let you properly adjust to his size making you cry out at the mild pain inside of your body as his cock penetrated you over and over again, paving the way for every thrust inside of your slick heat. You felt so stretched out, you could feel every vein and bump on his cock with every movement, rubbing and massaging your sensitive nerves which only drank up the pleasure he was rocking into your body. "K-Katsuki it hurts! Your eyes were a little watery but he paid no mind, he was a demon after all. "You know what my motto is when it comes to sex?" He grunted as he thrust inside roughly and you groaned at the overwhelming feeling of his large cock along with his nails dipping into the flesh of your hips. "W-what is it?" You asked timidly and he grinned.

"I'll just have to fuck it out of you." He said and you whimpered as you looked at him。He then squeezed your hips tighter and thrust into you with a deep force causing you to arch your back as sparks of pain mixed with pleasure ran through your veins. This feeling was intoxicating. You didn't ever want it to stop. Bakugou hissed when you clenched down around him your clit throbbing as your body was nearing it's second release you were sure you'd pass out from. "Dammit-" Bakugou leaned down and wrapped his arms around you lifting your upper body up as he sat back on his heels to thrust up into you. You yelped and grabbed the black horns on his head to steady yourself as he grabbed your ass and pounded you up and down the length of his well-endowed manhood. He grinned his eyes burning fiery red as if they were reflecting the pits of hell, "I'm gonna stain your insides with my seed. Erupt into you like a volcano releasing hot lava, I'm going to burn your inside with pleasure so that you can never forget. So that touching yourself is you can do to stay sane." He smirked his tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip making you whimper. You could see the evil in his eyes, you could feel the ridges of evil that protruded from his skull in your hands. You could feel his devilish charm sleeping into your from his fingertips his nails piercing your skin with present red marks that would no doubt take a long time to heal. "How'bout it sweetheart?" He asked as your breasts bounced from the force of his thrusts up into you and his hands bringing your ass down onto him at the same time. The motion made you a whining mess from the pleasure he pounding up into you. Hitting that spot that had your knees feeling like jelly, the strength to do anything leaving your body.You could barely hold onto his horns for support, you felt like you were going to fall apart wrapped around his cock. You felt like you might die, but at the moment you didn't think this would be the worst way to go out 1 can feel you pulsing around me."He purred before pulling his hand away and bringing it back down to give your ass a stinging slap. You yelped and gripped his horns tighter as he had his way with you. "You're so wet for me huh sweetheart?" He proved his words by dragging his fingers in between your legs and coating them in the slick that had dripped down your thighs. You began to whimper your eyes filling up with tears. You could barely handle one orgasm for your first time, but here he was steadily building you up to your next one you were sure you would pass out from. And the way his cock mercilessly slammed up into you with no heed for anything else going on around you both. "P-please Katsuki H need "you sobbed as your body felt so tingly and numb from the pleasure, and this knot that was building up in your abdomen was driving you insane. If you didn't feel relief soon you were sure you would just pass out from overworking yourself for the first time. "What sweetheart? You wanna cum? He teased you as he squeezed your ass cheeks and decided to let you ride down his cock slowly this time. You whined and cried a bit as you nodded feverishly. "Y-yes please-nnck!" You panted and he smirked as he leaned in close to your ear your hands still gripping his horns steadily. "You ready for my cum to slide down your thighs after I stain your insides claiming you as mine?" You whispered huskily as you felt his cock twitch inside of you. Your eyes widened and you bit your bottom lip as you squeaked at the feeling of bringing you down on his hard cock. You weren't given much time to answer when he reached between your legs and carefully rubbed the nub between your legs sparking pleasure to erupt inside of you. You gasped and cried out his name like a mantra on your lips when you saw the stars, you were mumbling indistinguishable words as he bounced you up and down his cock. "Fuck, "he swore as his cock pulsed hot with blood from you squeezing him tightly between your slick folds. It only took a few seconds before he painted your insides with the milky looking

substance making you gasp at the sudden heat you felt inside of you. It was making you feel high and so happy yet at the same time you felt all purity you had being burnt away with the feeling. Now you belong to me." Bakugou kissed at your neck dragging his fangs along the expanse of your skin causing little droplets of blood to drip down your naked sweaty body. "Every part of you is mine, your heart, your body, your soul." He licked the blood from you and you whimpered as you just let him have his way with you. You couldn't much fight it either way. He lifted his head and stared into your eyes with his sharp deadly looking ones a evil look dancing in his irises. "Mine." He breathed out and you shivered, that's when you felt it. You were his now. And there was nothing you could do about it.

Bakugou has let you rest for a bit before you snuck back into your room to really get a good nights rest, you needed it after what you had done. The next day wasn't very eventful but you felt more giddy than usual. And when you caught Katsuki's eye across the room you couldn't help but blush and remember everything you had done the night before. It made your heart race and the places he punctures or scratches your flesh throb with a small heat. It felt good. But you still felt a tinge of guilt whenever you thought about it too much. Today was your bathing day, along with Carol and Susan who had recently been insisting they bath before you so you could take your time and be alone. You don't mind since missing a meal wasn't a big deal to you. So whenever they were done bathing themselves you would fill a tub up and go in yourself and spend as much time loving your body, by bathing it, as you wanted. So today when Carol tapped your shoulder and told you the baths were open you smiled and started getting ready. All the while Bakugou was watching you, this was perfect for him. He watched you work and slowly undress before grabbing a bar of soap and dipping it into the water in front of you. Then you happily scrubbed the bar of soap with a rag before happily running the sudsy rag up and down your body, scrubbing and rubbing away every impurity and speck of dirt. Bakugou couldn't have that, so he decided to walk in and join you. Bakugou had walked in, undressed and transformed back into his true form with horns and claws, and adorned with dark jewelry as if it were carved in the deep depths of hell. Then he watched you, scrubbing your body slowly running your hands over the smooth skin of your flesh, he grinned and lightly groped his cock with skilled hands that knew how to please man or woman.

He did all this and you didn't even notice you were too busy bathing yourself. Evern when you dipped yourself down into the water and could've caught a glimpse of him you were still oblivious... It was only when he laid hands on you that you knew he was there. You gasped and looked back at him over your shoulder since he had pressed himself up behind your wet naked body. "Hello, sweetheart." He purred into your ear as his right arm was wrapped around your waist and his left hand held your chin, his black sharp nails gently pricking your skin. "That's quite a show you put on there baby"He licked up the shell of your ear slowly as he hips ground his erection against your wet ass. You drew in a shaky breath as you felt the length of his cock fit perfectly in the crevice of your ass your body instantly remembering how his manly muscle felt buried in between your glistening folds. The thought had you unintentionally moaning his name. He chuckled and wrapped his large hand around your neck, from behind, giving it a test squeeze making you gasp for air as soon as he let go. "That's what I like." He kissed at the nape of your neck before dragging his teeth across the skin of your back making goosebumps appear in his wake. "Were you thinking about me as you ran your hands all over your skin," He demonstrated by running his right hand to cup your breast and down your front before moving it to the side so he could squeeze the thick of your thigh. "And ran those dainty fingers of yours oh so close to your tight pussy without my permission?" He moved his roaming hand to in between your legs where he teasingly pressed his index finger against your wet slit making you whimper at the feeling. "Huh? Was it my hand that you imagined pleasing your body so?" He let his finger push fast your lips and to your clit where he gave an experimental nudge making your whole body jerk at the sudden harsh stimulation. "Oh, your body is amazing a baby girl." He cooed as he drew his hand around your most private place touching you everywhere but where you wanted him to as he ground his shaft against your ass. This inspired you to whine and moan against him. "Katsuk.i.." You begged like a small child who wanted something desperately, your ass pushing back against him. Bakugou chuckled at your actions and gently nibbled at your earlobe as he drew his hand around your hip to your wet ass before tapping his fingers on it in order. What is it baby?-," he said before smacking your ass making you yelp and jolt forward from the unexpected feeling. "Oh does that sting?" He talked as if you were a baby as he rubbed your ass to ease the stinging even if just a bit. He chuckled at your reaction to him his hand on your jaw and neck gently squeezing. "Hmm, I think it's time we open you up." He said before pulling his hips away from your ass. "O-open-?" you were confused but severely aroused as you were practically dripping from in between his legs. You didn't know why but for some reason, being close to Katsuki anymore made you want to unspeakable things. And now that you were naked you were even more aroused, especially before he was pressed up against you so tightly. You loved his naked body on yours no matter how sinful the action. He then slid his fingers back down your crack, past your back entrance to your dripping cunt, where he dipped in his fingers thoroughly coating them in your juices making you moan and drool at the pleasurable sensation. He grinned and nipped at your neck as he pulled his fingers out and brought them back to your arse where he eased his index finger into your ass. You gasped and threw your head back almost headbutting Bakugou, but he quickly dodged your movement as he began to slowly pump in and out of your ass. "K-Katsuki what are you-nngh! You clenched your eyes shut and Bakugou chuckled, "You're so sensitive baby, relax." He urged in a soothing way making you nod your head and take slow deep breaths There you go." He breathed against your neck his breath hot as it fanned against your skin. He swirled his finger around inside before

adding another one with ease form your juices from your womanhood having lubed his fingers. He began to kiss and gently suck at your neck his hand that was on your jaw moving your wet hair out of the way so he could kiss and tease you with his mouth. You panted your heart beating fast, pumping your blood through your veins quickly as you felt pleasure from your ass. Even when he added a third finger you had trouble keeping in your meals and moans of pleasure. In the course of two weeks, Bakugou had corrupted you but also gave your body the best feelings you had ever felt in your life. You wouldn't have changed it for the world "You like it baby girl?" He licked up the side of your neck to your earlobe where he nipped and pulled at the soft skin playfully. You hummed and nodded slowly in reply as he curled his fingers inside of your ass. With the water and your arousal, his fingers inside of you were going smoothly You were so slicked up it did hurt at all. When he pulled his fingers out you almost whined at the loss of feeling filled up. He snickered and rinsed his fingers off before squeezing your hips tightly. He then slid his cock in between your legs and ground the length of his shaft against your pussy before slowly pushing himself up inside of you, dipping his cock into your natural lube before pulling out again with a sigh. He didn't even give you any warning before he pushed the head of his cock into your ass. You gasped at the feeling before you felt both of his hands wrap around your neck from behind. This made your hands reach up and hold onto his hands and his forearm throwing you off of your balance. Just then he thrust the rest of his cock in your ass his hands holding your neck steady as he filled you up with his cock. "O-oh my god!" You gasped your ass throbbing and clenching around his girth barely used to his size even with all the prepping he gave you He growled and moved your body so that you were bending over your hands stationed on the edge of the tub your soft back exposed to him. He let go of your neck and grabbed a fistful of your hair before he began to smack his hips up against your ass creating a small wet slapping sound from the water. "Sin feels so good doesn't it-" he purred and you whined and gripped the edge of the bathtub tightly making your chuckles turn a lighter shade. "F-fuck-" your bottom lip quivered as you felt yourself being stretched out while you were being fucked so roughly "Oh sweetheart, your first swear word." He grinned and jerked your head back making you gasp your back arching giving him a deeper reach inside of your back entrance. "Glad I was the one to coax it out of those pretty lips of yours." He kissed your shoulder before biting down on it making you cry out his name loudly at the sting of heat that ran through your body from his bite. Bakugou licked your wound lovingly as one hand

held your hip and the other held your hair tightly in a fist. "You like that baby girl?" He asked huskily before giving your ass a harsh swat, the sound of your wet skin meeting his hand echoing around the room. You gasped and squeezed your eyes shut, you ass clenching down on his girth making him hiss Huh, baby girl?" He brought his hand down once again before rubbing your skin as a red mark began to form on your ass. "You like when I fuck your asshole and hit you like the whore you are? Huh?-Answer me" He demanded swatting your ass again making you yelp and gasp his name out in a breathy moan. Y-yes!" You said your needy cunt dripping with desire as he fucked your ass. Your legs felt like jello, like they might give out on you at any given moment."What was that?" He asked innocently before slapping your ass again making you squeak and clench your legs together. "Y-yes, H love when you fuck mel P-please harder Katsuki-you begged in your delirium like the innotent girl you once were He smirked and leaned down his left hand wrapping around your neck again, his right hand rubbing your ass to sooth the stinging pain. "l thought you'd never ask sweetheart he kissed your ear before he wrapped the other hand around your neck and began pounding into you. You went to gasp but he tightened his grip around your neck making your face turn red as he squeezed it tightly. "Oh yeah baby, your ass feels so good on my cock-"he praised before ramming into you abusing your insides with the head of his blunt cock You couldn't breathe, you couldn't speak, all you could do was desperately hold onto his hands as he fucked you with no mercy, pleasuring you but not giving you enough stimulation to make you cum. That's why your arousal was practically pouring down your thighs.

He leaned forward and pulled your head back so you were standing upright as he fucked up into your ass. With his hands still on your neck, he pressed his chiseled abs and large pecs against your feminine back. "You like when I fuck you like this huh? Teasing you with my cock so that your pussy is dripping down your thighs." He demonstrated this by trailing one hand down your body, cupping your breast and caressing the skin of your abdomen on the way down, to in between your legs. He didn't even have to dip his fingers in to feel your arousal for him. "Mmm, so fucking dirty" He grinned against you still roughly thrusting his hips into your ass so that you yelped with every movement "I bet you wish my cock was pounding your pussy, thrusting into you with so much force you'd have waddle to your next mass." He hissed when you clenched down around him. "I bet you wanna cum, "he began to ever so lightly caress the soft nub of nerves between your leg known as your clit. "I bet you're inwardly begging me to rub your clit and fuck you with my fingers so you can feel relief," he asked into your ear and you money loudly nodding. "Yes- yes please Katsuki-!" you begged him pathetically as your legs began to give out on you from all of his dirty talk. He never gave you what you wanted but instead used you as a source of pleasure for himself, fucking you and pulling your hair until you were almost crying from the overwhelming amount of building pressure. You just wanted to cum, you wanted him to play with your clit so that you could cum and go back to your room and rest. You just wanted this pressure inside of you to release so you could feel that feeling again. But when he groaned and growled right into your ear his cock throbbing as it twitched inside of you until it spilled over into your ass you almost let out an ugly sob. Bakugou moaned and slowly pulled his cock out before a trail of his milky cum leaked out of your gaping ass making you shiver as you felt his warm liquid slip down your ass and onto your pussy before dripping onto the tile floor of the bath house. You were about to start crying when Bakugou turned you around and kissed you roughly, rubbing his soft pink lips up against your own soft ones. He pulled away with a groan before smirking and licking his fangs a mischievous look in his red eyes. "Touch yourself for me, sweetheart." He said soothingly and you looked at him with wide eyes. "T-touch myself?" You asked as your body throbbed in between your legs from the lack of much-needed stimulation. Bakugou smirked at you, "l assume you've learned enough from my fingers." He said and you gulped before looked down at your legs and nodding at his words. "H-how do I start?" You asked nervously and Bakugou chuckled licking his lips hungrily as if he were about to devour you with his fangs. "Sit down and spread your legs sweetheart. Then we'll go from there." He sat down and you nodded before finding a washing stood and sitting down on it. Then you slowly spread your legs so that your throbbing core was exposed to Bakugou excellently. Not that he hadn't seen it before. "What now?" You asked as you lightly trembled from both arousal and embarrassment. Bakugou looked at you for a moment as if just the sight of you was enough to get him off. And if he was telling the truth was enough. As through careful decision, he began to instruct you. "Run your fingers up and down that pussy of yours for me baby." He bit his bottom lip as he watched you hesitantly run your fingers up and down your soaked slit your hand trembling as you looked at

Bakugou. "Now spread your lips for me, I want to look."He said and you slowly used your fingers to spread the pink lips of your slit for him. The motion against your sensitive folds had you gently whining. You were absolutely throbbing with arousal, your clit begging to get played with. It was making your focus hazy."Swirl your fingers around your sensitive parts, but don't touch them directly." He didn't name the pleasure points on your body knowing you didn't know the correct names for them. He knew you knew what he meant though. Your fingers went directly to your clit where you rubbed your fingers around in a circle around the pleasure nub that gave you the key to your orgasm. You began to whine and beg by using Katsuki's name by little whispers falling from your lips. "You seem, frustrated sweetheart, do you want to touch it? Rub it vigorously until your cumming all over your own fingers for me?" He tested you and you whimpered and nodded your rubbing around your clit quickening. You were on the brink of tears and Katsuki knew it. He loved teasing you, but now he knew you deserved a little relief. "Touch yourself as you please, just cum for me baby. I want to see you squirt." He smirked devilishly at you but you could barely pay attention to him as you began to give your clit direct pressure. "A-ah-oh- Katsuki-oh-" you rubbed your clit quickly, as moist sloshing noises arose from where you hand was in contact with your dripping wet pussy that was just getting fed the stimulation it desired You whined and moaned as you closed your eyes and felt your fingers against you so that your thigh muscles clenched and released with every spike of pleasure through your body. You couldn't control yourself, do you reached between your legs with your other hand and began to dip your fingers in and out of the slick of your heat. Pleased sighs and moans escaped your lips at the feeling. You pleasured your own body shamelessly as Bakugou watched you with lust filled eyes commit another shameless act of sin. It was positively arousing. When your whines and moans became louder and more frequent Bakugou knew you were close. He could also tell by the way your hand movements sped up on your sensitive parts. He could tell by the way your breath's quickened, the breasts on your chest rising and falling with each labored uneven breath as you began to moan Bakugou's name the closer you git to your release. "That's it," Bakugou said huskily, "Cum for me (Y/N)." And so you did, you came with a cry of his name as you soaked your own hand with your juices. Bakugou's eyes glinted as he watched you drip out onto the floor your legs trembling and your toes curled from the intense feeling that had just swept through your body. He let you calm down before he spoke again, "Taste it for me, sweetheart." He said and you looked at him a moment in your daze before lifting your hand and sinking your fingers into your mouth tasting the tangy liquid that was your cum. Bakugou moaned just watching you, so willing to comply and so seductive looking him straight in the eyes as you tasted your own nectar. Bakugou was never going to get rid of you.

A few days later and it was time for mass, where you'd go and listen to a service before sitting in a confession booth and confess all your sins to the priest. Bakugou was accompanying you and your sisters in their journey. All your sisters really loved Bakugou, they thought he was the sweetest guy they had met. And they often praised him for being so devout to the faith... You were the only one who knew the truth. It made you feel special when he would say profound words he obviously thought were complete rubbish before looking a you with a shared knowing look. He often spoke about celibacy and about how he was happy the girls decided to live lives of celibacy He would congratulate them and tell them that they were living the best lives and that he himself had decided to be celibate. What a liar he was. Sister (Y/N), it's your time to confess." Headmaster Bertha said and you nodded. "Yes Sister Bertha." So you walked to the confession booth and slowly entered the priest already inside. There was a wall between you and the priest so he couldn't see you and you couldn't see him but he could hear you. "I'm listening child, take your time," He said and you nodded as all the things you had done recently ran through your mind. You were about to speak up when Bakugou slowly appeared next to you making you gasp lightly underneath your breath. You looked at him with wide eyes and he grinned before picking you up and sitting you on his lap before whispering in your ear "Go on, confess." He licked up your beck to your ear as he pulled your hair covering off, exposing your beautiful locks of hair to him. You whimpered and cleared your throat as Bakugou's hands came up to cup the shape of your breasts in his hands as you began to speak. "I-I have many things to confess..." Your breath was shaky from the way Bakugou was firmly groping your chest, gently pinching and massaging your nipples through the material your clothes which only gave you more stimulation. This made you bite your bottom lip to hold back a small mewl, but Bakugou soon pulled his hands away making you feel relieved. "I uh..." You looked back at Katsuki for confidence as he caressed your neck with his lips and tongue making shivers go down your spine. Even though he was intimidating in his natural form you found him quote attractive that way. You were glad you got to see his true form. Especially when he was naked most of the time. "I have neglected my oath as a nun and uh...'ve had sex.." You said as the priest listened to you confess. Bakugou grinned at your confession and slowly rotated his hips forward making you feel the bulge in his pants press against your ass. You blushed and gulped. "Yes, Isee... The priest said and you gulped as Bakugou pulled up your skirt, exposing your panties so he could rub his fingers up and down the slit of your womanhood. Just then Bakugou whispered into your ear. "Tell him in detail, what I've done to your body" He slid his finger past your panties and dipped them into your warm arousal for him with ease. You bit back a moan before nodding. Confessing to a priest was confidential, you could do this! "I-it all started when I was sleeping, I uh... Thought I was having a dream but it was actually happening. Uhm.." You tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as you tried to focus on what you were saying and not Bakugou's fingers pumping in and out of you with ease. "This man, I had been attracted to before the dream, was touching me in b-between my legs, oh just like that-" you covered your mouth at the moan you mistakenly let out. "U-uh I mean! A-and h-he wouldn't let me cum so all the next day I- was so w-wet. Oh my god-" you gripped his thigh tightly as he began to rub your clit with his thumb. "You just"you cut off the priest, "I-I know, I'm sorry it just slipped out." You apologized for saying the lord's name in vain before continuing your story. "I-it was all I could think about... So that night we met up and h-he roughly fucked me.." Bakugou chuckled against your ear in pride as be pulled his fingers from your core and

Licked them clean as you watched him in silence "Is that all?" The priest asked through the wall and you shook your head. "N-no, actually he followed me to the bathhouse the next day." You swallowed hard. "T-then he gave me a-anal sex..." You covered your mouth as Bakugou unbuckled his pants and pulled his cock through, teasing your slit and rubbing his length up against you, the head of his cock teasing your slit. "I-it felt so good, I-I was dripping." You moaned praising Bakugou for how good he was in bed. He didn't even have to ask you this time. "B-but he wouldn't let me cum again. H-he wouldn't touch my most sensitive parts." You said in a whiney voice as Bakugou slowly eased his large cock inside of your glistening folds once again. "So what did you do then sweetheart?" Bakugou asked low enough so the priest couldn't hear. "So he told me to sit and touch myself as he watched me mmm-" you moaned as he began to slowly push you up and down his cock your needy cunt practically milking him as you clenched him so tightly within your folds. "It was so hot," you panted out as the priest listened silently. "I-I spread my legs and touched myself like he told me to-nnngh-so I closed my eyes and imagine his fingers touching me and I-1 came all over my fingers." you lightly panted as Bakugou bounced you up and down his cock your arousal no doubt staining his pants. He would reach up and grope your breasts squeezing and massaging them in his large calloused hands. This felt so good, your pussy was throbbing and the pressure building up in your abdomen was amazing. You knew this meant you were coming close to your end.

"I-I licked my own cum-"you gasped out, "h-he told me to but I can't lie it tasted good." You reached back and held one of his horns as you bounced on his cock your breasts jiggling every time you were pressed down onto the girth of his cock. "Is this all?" He asked and you looked back at Bakugou who slid his one hand between your leg to caress your clit, his other hand still bouncing you up and down his shaft. "Tell him what I'm doing to you right now, don't hold back your moans. Say my name (Y/N), I don't give a damn." He began to vigorously rub your clit making you cry out loudly from pleasure. "Are you alright?" The priest freaked out and you moaned. "O-oh my god he's fucking me right now, this whole time talking with you he's been t-touching my body and pushing me up and down his large cock." You whined and gasped when he began to bounce you faster on his dick. "O-oh my god!" You squeaked your voice becoming high pitched as you felt yourself nearing the edge "H-he's speeding up-! Oh my god-! Oh my god! Katsuki!" You cried out as he mercilessly fucked up into your cunt with his dick. "He's bouncing me up and down on his dick- oh my god you're hitting my spot! I can't feel my legs!" You cried out not caring anymore. He large cock pulsing inside of you with the thrill of fucking you while someone listened and you described it so wonderfully to them. He would've live to fuck you in front of an audience, feeling your squirm and clench down on his cock with your legs spread so everyone could see just how good he was fucking your tight little pussy "I-I'm gonna cum! Katsuki- He's gonna make me cum!" You screamed his name as you came down on his dick one last time, your body clenching and releasing him like a vice as you came around him, soaking his cock with your juices. Just then he groaned

loudly and released himself letting ropes of cum spurt out into your silken pink walls Alright, that's enough!" The priest seemed outraged but you couldn't care less. Your body was on cloud nine and you didn't give a damn about the world. And neither did Katsuki. You heard the priest leave the confession booth before Bakugou pulled out of you and helped you put your clothes back on. You both were forced to come out, Bakugou having changed back to human form."How disgraceful!" Headmaster Bertha yelled at you lifting a hand to slap you across the face but Bakugou caught her wrist. "Not with my property" He bared his fangs and looked at her his eyes showing her pictures of what hell looked like. This made her face pale and she stumbled back. "D-demon! This man is a demon!" Her words mad the whole assembly gasp and look on you in shame. But you didn't care. You hated this place anyways."Let's get out of this place." He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the church your legs still wobbly from being fucked to brutally earlier as you stumbled out after him. And that was the end of that, you tore off your veil and renounced your oath as a nun. You were with Katsuki now. Even to the depths of hell. You had a hunch he would take care of you there. And if that meant fucking you every single day you were fine with that. Oh my gosh you were more than fine with that.

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hi there!! not sure if you’re still taking requests for the dirt, but if u r, i’d love to request a fic with the reader and nikki! maybe nikki has asthma and hides it from everyone on your bc he doesn’t want to seem weak or whatever, until he has an attack one day and the reader has to help him through it + the fluff that ensures. thank you

A/N: yo dudes i'm sorry this took so long but i’m back and probably worse than everi rushed to finish this so i could post it today of all days, coz it’s fiesta salsa quincinera queen raini rodriguez’s birthday (yes and mine) and how better to celebrate that than post a nikki fic?anyways i hope you enjoy it and i’m sorry if it’s not that good hhhhalso special thanks to @lifesasickjoke for co-writing this,, ily girl you the best

WARNINGS: asthma attack (in which idfk how they work or how people deal with them), mild swearing, very small mention of smoking, drugs and smut, thats it?

WORD COUNT: 1,079

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“Fuck’s sake, Nikki, can you get off your ass and actually do something? Or are you too high to care?” you groaned, seeing his body sprawled across the pull-out couch as you walked into your living room.

You could feel the combined annoyance and stress being blown into Tommy’s birthday balloons when you saw that there was only an hour left until Heather was supposed to bring him back in time for his surprise party. And who better was there to organise it than you and your very own lazy ass of a boyfriend?

“Huh? Oh. No, I’m sober. Just took a little nap” he murmured, seemingly irritated to be woken up. You didn’t care though, as every squeak that came from the couch he was shuffling on only drove you nearer to insanity.

Besides, you weren’t even that close to Tommy. If his birthday party turned out to be a complete and utter failure, Nikki was the one that would get the blame.

“Great. Get up then.” you said, releasing the untied balloon in your hand so it could fly and slap him on the face.

“Alright, alright.” Nikki groaned, lifting himself off of his seat and making his way over to you.

“I guess I could go help Heather with the cake-”

“We already did that.” you snapped back, nodding your head over to the table in which you and Heather spent the past 3 hours on getting right.

“Fine. The snacks then.”

“Done that too.”

“Music?”

You didn’t even need to say anything to make him realise that music had been blasting out your record player the whole time.

“Whatever, just- help me with these balloons.” you sighed, throwing him a pack of balloons with the hand you weren’t using to blow your own set.

Brushing aside Nikki’s stutters of trying to find a way out of the job, you walked over to replace the record, but the coughing you heard after a few puffs of air did concern you.

“I told you to quit smoking a while ago.” you joked, making your way back over to the couch he had decided to make himself comfy on again.

“I only smoked…once…” Nikki tried to joke back between coughs.

“It’s amazing how you managed to steer clear of the stuff, hanging around the boys all the time.” you sneered.

“That’s why I got all the heroin.” he perked, managing to regain his breath as he tied the balloon up and started on another.

But the more he coughed and the paler his face got, you felt guilty for putting him in the situation. Sure, you’d never actually seen Nikki like this - the opportunity to blow balloons up doesn’t come every day - but what concerned you more was that you’d never seen anyone react this way.

“Y-you can take a break if you want, babe.”

“N…no it’s…fine…” he wheezed, pulling his hands away from his mouth to get his breath back. It didn’t seem to help in any way. He tried to slow his breathing down, but it only made his wheezing worse. The determined look on his face only got you more worried, especially when you saw that he was trying to brush it off and continue blowing the balloons up.

“Nikki,” you said sternly, grabbing his wrist gently to pry the balloon from his grip.

“My…my bag…” he aimlessly waved his arm to the backpack he had placed on the side of the room, which you immediately flew over to at his request.

“What d’you want, love?”

“Small…wheeze…tube…thing…”

Your hands fumbled through the bag and immediately caught their grasp on a solid, cylindrical object which you pulled out and rushed back to him with.

Before you had the chance to ask if it was the right thing, he snatched it out of your hands and immediately put it to his mouth.

“God I-I’m so sorry I didn’t- why didn’t you ever tell me?” you rushed.

“No, it’s fine. Not a lot of people know about it.” he answered after taking a deep, relieved breath.

“Well, were you planning on telling me?”

“Of course I was! I just…didn’t know how or when. I didn’t wanna scare you off this early in our relationship.” he awkwardly chuckled to ease how sternly you were staring at him.

“And I suppose Tommy and the rest of the guys know about this, seeing as you’ve known them for all these years?”

“No, I’d never tell them anyway. It’s not that important.”

“Nikki, you almost died right now and you’re saying it’s not important?”

“Okay, I did not die per se, my lungs just blocked themselves more than usual.” he tried to joke again, but this time you actually let out a little giggle.

“I mean, it’s not like I’m severely asthmatic. I could definitely live without the stupid inhaler.” he jeered, throwing the inhaler to the other side of the room to further prove his point.

“You could’ve died from blowing balloons.”

“Please, there are far more important things that I can do.” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows like he normally did when he wanted to start something.

“Oh really? Like what?”

Your giggles were cut as soon as they started when his hands flew to cup your cheeks to pull you closer, connecting your lips in a way you’d never kissed him before.

It was small at first, with a few quick pecks, but as the kissing got deeper you knew his intentions.

Your heart fluttered as he hoisted you onto his lap, hands resting on your hips while yours wrapped around his neck, but then he pulled away so quickly.

“Fuck- babe I love you, but you’re quite literally taking my breath away.” he gasped, chuckling with you.

“That’s alright, but it would be quite badass to have ‘death by sex’ on your gravestone.” you giggled, sliding off of him and lying down instead.

“I really am the worst boyfriend.” he huffed, flopping down beside you.

Turning yourself around, you hooked our arm around his waist and trailed your hand up to his hair, braiding it lightly like you normally would to calm him down.

“You’re really not, Nik, you’re the best boyfriend I could’ve ever asked for and I’m glad I found out about this sooner rather than later. You know, from finding your dead body or something.” you chuckled again.

“I guess so. Thanks babe.” he sighed and chuckled, letting himself melt into your arms.

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Stay Ch. 16

Master List

Pairing: Natasha X Reader (Female)

Summary: You have a gift, the ability to see other people’s innermost secrets. For years you used it to gather intel for the highest bidder when you take on The Widow. After she becomes more than a mark the two of you spend years stealing moments. Post snap you wait in your designated meeting place, look back on the sordid past you share with the woman you love and hope against everything that she’s still alive.

Warnings: Angst, and fluff, and feels oh my!

A/N:  So yeah I swear I wroth an authors note for this... but idfk what happened. 

ANYWAY! Thank you all for being so patient while I got my life together. This one is also short and sweet (guess that’s the mood I’m in). However, y’all should know me by now. This is just the calm before the storm. 

Hope you enjoy this one my pumpkins! 

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March 2007

At some point in the last five months, you’d stopped recognizing yourself. The woman in the mirror wasn’t Y/N. Her hair was different, down to even the eyebrows. Her accent distinctly that of a life long Londoner. She worked for an independent UK couture fashion magazine, chose wine over whiskey, and was distinctly heterosexual.

When the chance to work this job requiring deep cover came up in December you jumped on it. You didn’t want to be you anymore. The you that couldn’t be with the woman you loved. The you that was heartbroken. The you who was beginning to doubt that you’d ever be happy. Fuck her.

Being Charlie Daniels was far better. She was, of course, a real person. Just one who was now living comfortably in the Bahamas courtesy of MI6. Even legit agencies had use of freelance talent every now and then.

Settling into her life had been easy. Not setting her boss on fire or blowing his brains out daily was a different task altogether. Turned out that a magazine was a great front for a crime empire. Lots of international travel, young and beautiful and desperate men and women, money exchanged in countless untraceable ways, on and on. And this fucker was happy to take advantage of every single disgusting avenue it opened up.

You almost had everything you needed to hand to MI6, get your obscenely large payout, and get on to another gig while they threw all of these bastards into cells to rot for the rest of their miserable lives. Just one more trip. After whatever horrible things they lay out in Tokyo you’ll be set.

Tokyo is one of those cities you can lose yourself in. Like New York but better for its interesting balance of vibrancy and grounded reserve. You absolutely love it.

The whole point of the trip, at least on the surface, was to focus on Fashion Week Tokyo. Honestly, there was a part of you that wished this was your world. Nothing but runway shows and after parties. Writing about the latest trends rather than delving into the inner workings of the worlds miscreants

Oh well. It was nice enough to pretend. You had to admit that you’d miss Charlie Daniels once you shed this skin in a couple of weeks.

You’re sitting two people down from your boss at an underground show. The level of security here screams that there are other things going on behind the scenes but it’s still a room filled with a who’s who of the Japanese and international fashion communities.

This was your third show of the day, and you knew there would be a party after where you’d have to schmooze all while plucking information from your unsuspecting fellow guests. You’re exhausted. So rather than pay much attention to the show you let your mind wander.

When she walks out you feel her rather than see her.  Slowly you turn your head to stare dumbstruck at the model walking onto the catwalk. Your heart begins beating against your ribs, your mouth goes dry, your hands shake.

It takes every ounce of control you have to keep your emotions in. To not scream “Natasha!” at the top of your lungs. To not grab her and run for the hills. Charlie Daniels and her easy life be damned. It’s hard but you manage.

As she turns and comes back down, passing now closer to you, her eyes don’t graze  the crowd at all. Head up, shoulders back, she walks the runway like she’d been doing it for years.

The rest of the show is maybe ten minutes but it feels like years. You know the models are all attending the party. Eye candy for the high end guests.

It’s fairly easy to ditch your coworkers in the crowd as you try to find the best vantage point in the room without being too obvious. After a solid twenty minutes, you find yourself planning an escape route. Most of the models are milling about but she’s no where to be seen. You will find her.

But you know you can’t skip out just yet. At the bar, you order a red wine and make yourself seen. Charlie would never miss the whole party after all. You spend a bit chatting with designers and a few models, feigning interest in the whole thing until you hear your boss call out to you.

“Oy, Charlie!” Carl’s voice alone makes you want to put him down. When you turn he’s waving you over to the bar. Sighing heavily you head over.

You’re about ten feet away when you see her, head back laughing at something Carl or his friend had said. Both men are far to close to her for your liking and the hungry look on Carl’s face sets your blood boiling.

He slings an arm around your shoulders and you carefully coach your face to not show disgust. “Charlie here is my best writer. Doin’ some pieces for us on this whole thing,” he waves his other hand around wildly.

“Good to meet ya, Charlie, I’m Dan,” the other man, clearly American says.

“Likewise,” Natasha doesn’t react to the accent at all.

“This here is-”

“Natalie,” Natasha cuts him off, extending a hand to you. Holding her eyes with yours you take it. It’s like touching a live wire.

“Natalie is an American model working here in Japan. May be a good topic for a piece.” He ribs you leaning closer, “And a good piece for the office eh?” Suddenly that MI6 money seems far less appealing.

“I’d love that,” Natasha beams. “Why don’t you guys go mingle and Charlie and I can chat!” The men exchange a glance, but there’s plenty of fresh meat around to sink their teeth into.

Carl flashes you a greasy smile and a wink as he walks away. Thinking clearly that you’re going to snare this woman for him. You, unfortunately, had a few others. Not something you were proud of. Demands of the job you told yourself.

“She’ll take a vodka neat,” you tell the bartender.

“Yes,” Natasha smiles at him, “Whiskey for her. Makers if you have it.” He thinks nothing of it and makes your drinks.

“So, how’s modeling in Japan?”

“Probably about as good as writing for a sleazy jackal.”

You laugh, “That bad? What’s the goal.”

“Getting a cover,” you commend the clever word play.

“That’s a good goal. Long term?”

“Something like that.” She takes a sip of her vodka, “How long are you here?”

“End of the week.” Your skin itches to touch her. The men are rounding back. You hold her gaze and shift your eyes back to them. She catches on.

“Perfect! It’s so hard to have a good interview here, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely. Why don’t you come by my hotel?” You whip out your spare key card. “I’d love to get your story for the mag, maybe do a full feature.”

“A feature would be excellent exposure!”

“Wouldn’t it?” Carl slides up next to her. “We can get you all the exposure you could want Ms. Natalie.”

“Charlie was telling me all about it.” She flashes him a coy smile. “Thank you so much Charlie! I forgot I have a late fitting tonight for another show so I’ve got to run. But we’ll chat soon yeah?”

“Absolutely! It was so good to meet you Natalie.”

“Same! Bye!” She hurries through the crowded room and disappears.

“Busy girl.” Carl quips. “Whiskey?” You look down at the glass by your hand.

“Some guy sent them over,” you gesture to Natasha’s lipstick stained glass. “Seemed rude to refuse. Can’t stand the stuff though.”

“That’s a mans drink,” Carl laughs at his own perceived joke and you force a smile.

Somehow you make it through the rest of the evening. You’d refused to allow yourself to hope that she’d be here, too obvious to come the same night, better to wait. Kicking off your shoes you head straight to the mini bar and crack open a whiskey, downing it in one gulp.

“You really need to be more careful,” Natasha’s voice comes from the bathroom. “I mean not even checking around. Sloppy.”

“Charlie Daniels doesn’t have to check for Russian assassins in her bathroom,” a smile pulls your face so tight it hurts.

“Well, Natalie Rushman isn’t a Russian spy. So…”

You let your real accent resurface as you pull her into your arms, “Natalie Rushman, I don’t know if that’s clever or lazy.” She kisses you hard, tongue sliding over your lips hands gripping your ass.

“Mmm,” she hums. “Kinda like the accent.”

“Oh?” You revert to the clipped posh Londoner sound. “Would you rather be with Charlie? I hate to break it to you, she’s strictly into dick so you may need to get a bit creative.”

Natasha’s head falls back with laughter, “I’m always into a challenge but,” she cups your face in her hands, “I’d much rather Y/N, she’s got a cute accent too.” Your kiss is soft this time, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, honey.” Gently you push a strand of hair out of her face. “Is this smart? Are you gonna get-”

“I’m good. I wouldn’t be here if I thought there was risk.” She pulls away and tugs you toward the bed. “There’s no surveillance on me here, I check in every week, that’s it. This is strictly to build a cover.”

“Cover for what?” She gives you a sideways glance. “Right. National security.”

“Do you really want to talk about work?”

Smirking at her you push her back on the bed. “Maybe later.”

You lean down to her but she stops you by planting a strappy heel in the center of your chest. Trailing your fingers down her leg you snag a knife from her thigh holster. Carefully you slide the blade under the straps, the incredibly sharp edge cuts through the thin suede like it’s nothing.

“Those were very expensive you know,” eyes sparkling with desire.

You slip the shoe off and toss it aside. “I’ll buy you a new pair.” Your lips press against her ankle.  

Everything in your life until her was so fleeting. Even your own name, the sound of your own voice, who you were… But with her, you were grounded. You weren’t anything but her’s, you were Y/N.

Suddenly you’re overwhelmed. Caressing her muscular calf you just stare at her eyes. Emerald green, dark liner, lids heavy with lust and exhaustion.

“Natasha…” Your voice cracks and you fight for composure.

“Y/N? What is it?” She shoots up, cradling your face in her hands.

You shake your head, unable to really find the words and unwilling to send this storm of emotions to her. “I just…” You cover her hands with your own. It’s not that you don’t want her, you do. But…

“Can we just… I just wanna hold you…” Her expression immediately softens, eyes sparkling a touch with tears. “Sorry… I… I just…”

“I’d love that, baby.” Tenderly her lips brush yours, then your cheeks, your forehead, your eyelids as they flutter closed.

You shed your clothes and crawl into the plush bed. Holding tight to one another you spend hours drifting in and out of sleep, covering the other with soft kisses. Before the sun rises your hands wander southward.

This time you don’t fuck one another senseless. It feels like you’re trying to memorize every curve, every sound, every subtle thing that marks being together. You both know you many not get to do this for some time. The knowledge aches but it doesn’t make having her any less sweet.

Post Snap

You lean your head back on the wall behind the booth. The crying man from last night is gone, you find yourself hoping that he’s resting peacefully somewhere… even though you know it’s pointless to hope for such things.

There are more people filling the bar than there was before. The TVs are off, radios turned up, reporters frantically trying to determine what happened. It was global, that was clear. All planes grounded, trains stopped, communications spotty due to damaged cell towers.

A man speaks frantically to someone who seems to be a friend that he was heading to Nuremberg from Budapest, how the roads are almost not navigable. He doesn’t know if his family is even still there but he has to find out.

Despite his distress, your lips curl a bit at the mention of Budapest.