#i should NOT make this commitment i'm gonna try to keep it casual

[to-the-batcomputer]

fuck it. detective comics #27 batman #1 read comic online let's just fucking try it

[itachiiwrites]

A situationship with Rockstar!Suguru was a poision and it's counteragent at the same time.

Every time your friends tell you that you should get out of your situationship which leaves you in shambles emotionally, everytime, you crawl back to him each time with equal reverence. The guy had an unbelievable chokehold on you despite the bread-crumming, the love-bombing and then eventual ghosting for a short periods of time which was long enough to make you believe that you were slowly bordering towards insanity.

Your friends don't really get the appeal, sure.. he's only 6'2, with a lethal face card, sexy eyes, with a manly built and a slutty waist, suave voice that gets millions screaming, not to mention those raven hair that cascade so beautifully over his shoulders and he was packing down there but— here was the catch. He was manipulative, cunning, they'd even go on the length to call him shrewd.

And it wasn't like you disagreed but...it was as if his dick had left an imprint not only in your cunt but also your brain so that, any rational thought of leaving him behind and moving on would simply go down the drain.

Rockstar!Suguru knew better and he never lets the thought of leaving him get to your head, even it does, he'd immediately distract you. Like now, having you sit on his face, your hands grip onto the headboard for its dear life, miserably trying to convince him that he's no good for you.

But he only hums louder, grazing his teeth against your clit before he pulled away with a loud smack of his lips from your cunt, the nectar dribbling down his chin.

"You were sayin' somethin', darling?"

"I..I don't think we should do this..anymore, I'm gonna start seriously dating people.." You explain, a tad bit breathlessly and he scoffs condescendingly before handling you casually, your body now braced onto his waist in a straddle.

"And you think anyone else will eat your pussy this good?" He speaks in his same signature soft, polite tone that has his fans swooning on him, little did they know what a crook he was, especially behind the doors.

Inspite of being your toxic situationship, Suguru insists you're special, I mean, Who wouldn't think you're special when he is serenading you in his concerts, buying you flowers, taking you on long drives in the wee hours of the night?

But then when you ask him what you two really were, he'd just shrug insouciantly reply that you both didn't need to put a label on it although you should keep in your pretty little head that you were special. Suguru was simply too emotionally constipated to actually commit.

After stating clearly how casual you two were, here you are in front of his vanity mirror, watching him split you apart from behind. His bangs hung onto his face, his dark eyeliner a little messy from the sheer sweat that formed on his face from the activity while he adores how the flesh of your ass recoils against his pelvis.

You could only marvel at how ethereal he looks with your teary eyes, and listen to the way those deep grunts left his throat after a particularly rough thrust, only making you clench around him in such a debauched manner— giving him the green signal to continue fucking you in his jealousy.

The kisses he'd plant onto the back of your neck were so gentle, in stark contrast to how he fucked you like he hated you because finding out that you went on a date wasn't pleasant in the first place, but finding out it was his bestfriend, the band's charismatic drummer only made him lose his shit.

"What are the tears for..? Didn't you want to be a slut? Take it. I'm treating you like one afterall.." He purrs with a wicked grin on his face. He's mean, watching your wither in his grasp, while he sensually moves his hips in a few hard pounds before filling you up with ropes and ropes of his cum.

You're out of breath with the entirety of your upper body laid on the table—so blissfully fucked out with a smile on your lips at how he had feelings deep enough to fuck you in envy. Your plan was a success.

You swivel your head around slightly, seeing the flash of his camera directed to your stuffed cunt with a foxy smile playing his lips. "What are you-"

"Just a good luck charm before the concert and..a little gift for Satoru."

[ponyosmom35]

getting to know each other better

Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Liability Series!!!

synopsis: after a training session reader and ghost have a long conversation.

warnings: fluff, slight angst, ghost is down so bad, reader is a brat

Link to master list

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

MDNI

Ghost sat across from the young medic, the cafeteria nearly empty around them. The fluorescent lights cast Harsh shadows over his features, making his dark eyes even more intense. Despite the late hour, he found himself reluctant to part ways just yet. The training session had been long and grueling, leaving them both sweaty and exhausted.

He watched as she calmly sipped her water, her hair mussed and damp from the day's efforts. He wanted to say something, anything to extend their time together, but the words lodged in his throat, as they often did when he was around her.

“I’m exhausted” she admits, rubbing the back of her neck as she moves it side to side

Ghost's eyes watched her every movement intently, his gaze lingering on her fingers as they rubbed at her stiff muscles. He felt a pang of something - concern, perhaps - at the sight. Without thinking, he spoke, his voice gruff.

"Don't overdo it," he cautioned, gesturing towards her neck. "You'll strain something, lets call it for the week, give yourself a few days rest"

“I’m fine!” she responds quickly “just a little sore is all”

Ghost raised an eyebrow at her response, not convinced in the least. He could see the signs of fatigue in her face, the slight twitch in her shoulders, the way she rubbed relentlessly at her neck. 

"You're stubborn," he observed, not quite able to keep the hint of admiration from his voice. "You should take a break. Let yourself recover."

“I wanna improve, nows not the time to stop - not when I’m finally picking things up”

Ghost sighed, recognizing the determination in her eyes. It was the same look she wore in the training room, stubbornly pushing herself to do better. He knew that she was committed to improving, but he also knew that pushing herself too far would only lead to burnout or injury.

"You're improving, there's no denying that," he said, his tone more measured now. "But you can't just ignore your body. You're gonna wear yourself out if you're not careful."

“There’s nothing I can do to change your mind?” she asks 

He studied her for a long moment, his gaze intent behind his dark glasses. He appreciated her persistence, her drive to improve and achieve her goals. But he also knew the cost of overworking yourself, having pushed himself to his limits time and time again.

"No," he said finally, his voice firm. "There's nothing you can do to change my mind. You need to rest, at least for a few days. I'm not budging on this, no matter how hard you try to convince me."

“Fine” she smirks “I guess I’ll just have to ask Johnny to step in”

Simon’s jaw tightened at the mention of Soap's name. He bristled at the idea of her working out with Soap instead of him. He knew that Soap was a good soldier, but the thought of her training with him, getting that close to him...it made something burn in his chest.

"Soap's not gonna push you like I do," he muttered, his voice edged with a hint of possessiveness that he couldn't quite hide.

“I’m kidding Simon, you’re my training buddy nobody could ever replace you” she jokes

Ghost felt a pang in his chest at her words, the casual affection of calling him by his first name sending a jolt through him. He tried to hide his reaction, but a small, wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"You're damn right about that," he replied gruffly, his voice a little softer than usual. "Nobody else can handle you like I can, you're too much for the others."

“Too much?” she laughs “it’s called personality”

Ghost chuckled, a rare sound from him. "Personality, huh? Sure, that's what we'll call it."

He leaned back in his chair, studying her again. He liked this side of her, the teasing, playful side that came out when they were alone like this.

"I still say you're a pain in the ass though," he said with a smirk.

“Oh come on you love it” she jokes “someone has to keep you on your toes!”

Simon didn't respond right away, his eyes narrowing slightly behind his dark mask. He hated to admit it, but she was right. She did keep things interesting, challenging him in ways that no one else did, both physically and mentally.

"Maybe I do," he admitted quietly, the words slipping out before he could stop them. "Doesn't mean you're not still a pain in my ass sometimes though."

“I’ll accept that happily” she smiles, placing her head in her hands

Simon watched as she settled her head on her hands, her eyes drifting lazily towards the ceiling. He resisted the urge to reach out and brush a stray strand of hair out of her face. Instead, he took a gulp of his coffee, the liquid feeling far too hot in his throat.

"You look tired," he said, his gaze returning to hers. "You really should be in bed right now, instead of sitting here with me."

“I like hanging out with you Simon, plus I don’t think I could sleep if I tired”

Ghost's heart did a little flutter at her words, and he mentally cursed himself for being so affected by her.

"What do you mean, you don't think you could sleep?" he asked, furrowing his brow. "You're exhausted, you shouldn't have any trouble falling asleep."

“Hoenstly?” she pauses staring down at her hands “I’ve been having these dreams…” she pauses before shaking her head “it doesn’t matter I would much rather be here” 

Ghost felt a pang of concern at her words. Dreams? What kinds of dreams? 

"What do you mean, these dreams?" he pressed, his voice a little sharper. "Are they nightmares? Something bothering you in your sleep?"

“Didn’t realize this was a therapy session” she jokes, trying to ligthen the mood. She notices his refusal to drop the topic and sighs “yeah I guess you could call them nightmares. It’s not even a specific thing that’s happening - it’s more of a sense that something really bad is gonna happen”

Ghost continued to observe her, his eyes sharp as they roamed over her face. He could see the way her shoulders tightened ever so slightly, the tension in her voice. She was worried, no matter how hard she was trying to hide it.

"You get these dreams often?" he asked, keeping his own voice neutral. "Have you tried talking to anyone about them? Doc or something?"

“Not really my thing” she answers “they’ve gotten better since we started training” she says 

"Since we started training..."

Ghost echoed her words in his mind, mulling over the implications. Did that mean that him being around helped keep the nightmares at bay? The thought sent an unfamiliar feeling through him, part satisfaction, part something else he couldn't quite identify.

"So the dreams are worse when you're not training with me, is what you're saying," he said, his voice a little gruff.

“Don’t give yourself too much credit” she jokes “seriously though I do appreciate you dedicating so much of your free time to me”

Ghost snorted at her comment, his lips twitching slightly in a half-smile. She was stubborn as hell, always trying to downplay things. But he was starting to realize that this was just her way of deflecting from her own feelings.

"You're welcome, smartass," he replied, his voice a little softer than before. "You're a slow learner, takes a lot of work."

She laughs loudly “that’s not what you said when I disarmed you earlier!” 

"That was a fluke," he said "You just caught me off guard. Won't happen again."

“Come on why can’t you let me have just one win?” she asks crossing her arms 

Ghost leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with amused irritation. He found her playful banter endearing, and damn if it didn’t affect him more than it should.

"You get plenty of wins, you just don't appreciate them as much as your losses," he said, keeping his voice level. "You know damn well that I let you win this time, don't push it."

“Whats the fun in that?” she questions

Ghost rolled his eyes, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. She was relentless, always pushing his buttons.

"The fun is in keeping your ego in check, princess," he said with a smirk.

“Touche”

"Damn stubborn woman," he muttered under his breath, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Do you remember when you caught me training by myself after lights out and we fought about me going to bed?” she asks changing the subject 

Ghost couldn't help but huff out a laugh, the memory still fresh in his mind. He remembered how he'd come across her training alone in the wee hours of the morning, her body tense and sweating after a hard session.

"Yeah, I remember," he said, leaning back in his chair. "You were being stupid, pushing yourself too hard when you should've been resting. You weren’t even using the correct form, you would’ve hurt yourself"

“Okay thats besides the point” she says “its just funny to me because at that time I thought that you were the biggest dick, I hated you. Now you’re my favorite person on base”

Ghost's chest tightened a little at her words, his pulse quickening. Favorite person on base? That was not what he had expected to hear.

"Damn," he muttered, trying to keep his voice nonchalant. "A lot changes in a few months, huh? We used to be at each other's throats and now you're calling me your favorite person."

“Okay princess now it’s my turn to keep your ego in check” 

Ghost groaned, pretending to be annoyed by her jab. But he couldn’t find it within himself to be mad, she was clever and so witty. 

"Watch it," he warned a hint of laughter in his voice. "Keep that up and I might stop being your favorite person on base."

“I fear its too late for that Simon, you and I are besties now you can’t get rid of me” 

Ghost couldn't help but smile slightly at her words. Besties, huh? He never thought he'd hear himself referred to in that way. But honestly, he didn't hate it.

"Besties, huh?" he repeated, the word sounding strange coming from his mouth. "You sure about that?"

“Postivie” she says “and since we’re besties that means you have to tell me stuff about you that nobody else knows” 

Ghost's eyes narrowed at her request, his guard going up instantly. He was not used to opening up, especially about himself. But there was something in her tone, in the way she looked at him that made him want to give in.

"What kind of stuff?" he asked, his voice cautious.

“Anything” she says softly “I wanna know you”

Ghost felt a pang in his chest at her words, his heart skipping a beat at the vulnerability in her voice. He wasn't used to people expressing an interest in him as a person, rather than as a soldier. He took a deep breath, looking away from her and focusing on a spot on the wall. He wasn't good at this kind of thing.

"What do you want to know?" he asked gruffly, still avoiding her gaze.

“What type of music do you listen to? What’s your middle name? Is it true that you killed a guy with a belt? What is your star sign?” she rattles off several 

Ghost's eyes widen a little at the barrage of questions, his head spinning a bit at the sudden onslaught. He wasn't used to being interrogated like this. He considered each question, mulling over it internally.

"Alright, slow down," he said, holding up a hand. "One question at a time. First off, music. I don't listen to much, honestly.."

“You don’t listen to music?” she asks in shock “thats weird Simon”

Ghost shrugged, not used to feeling judged for his lack of musical taste. He was a man of simple pleasures.

"It's not like I hate music," he said, his gruff voice betraying a hint of defensiveness. "It's just not something I think about much. I'm a soldier, remember? Music isn't exactly a priority."

“You’re not just a solider, you’re a person too” she says “I like any kind of music, but I listen to Phoebe Bridgers and Ariana Grande mainly”

His breath stops when he processes her words. He had no idea how she was able to see right through him so easily. It was like she could understand him without any effort. She truly saw him as a person, not just a weapon. 

“Do you know who they are?” she asks 

“No” he responds, making her laugh loudly 

“I know the end and Waiting Room are my favorite Phoebe Bridgers songs” she comments “so tell me is it true that you killed a man with just a belt?” 

He stares at her and does not respond, she nods her head taking it as a sign and moves on. “What’s your middle name?”

Ghost felt a pang of something in his chest as she rattled off her favorite songs, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She was so damn vibrant, so full of life. It made his heart race in a way he wasn’t used to.

He took a deep breath, his finger running a along the rim of his cup. "My middle name? You really want to know?" His voice was gruff, his usual façade of nonchalance slipping for just a moment.

“I do”

Ghost looked at her for a moment, taking in her determined expression. Her eyes were fixed on him, her head tilted to the side as she waited for him to answer.

"It's Thomas," he said finally, his voice flat. He didn't offer any further explanation or comment, his expression guarded.

“Simon Thomas Riley” she smiles “I like it” 

Ghost felt a pang at the sound of his full name coming from her lips. She liked it. She liked his full name. He tried to ignore the wave of satisfaction he felt at her words, tried to maintain his usual gruff demeanor. 

"Yeah, well, it's just a name," he muttered, looking away from her and taking a gulp of his coffee.

“Its not just a name, its your name” she says softly “thank you for trusting me with that”

Ghost felt his breath catch in his chest at her words. Thank you for trusting me.Those words echoed in his head, making his heartbeat thump loudly in his ears. Nobody had ever thanked him for trusting them before. Not really. But hearing her say those words.. it made his heart flutter in a way that he wasn’t used to. 

"Yeah, well, don't get too excited," he said gruffly, trying to mask the effect she was having on him.

“Too late” she smirks 

Ghost huffed out a laugh despite himself, shaking his head slightly. This woman. She was really going to be the death of him. 

"And here I thought I was supposed to be keeping your ego in check," he said gruffly, his eyes glinting with amusement behind his glasses.

“You can’t stop it, you can only hope to contain it” she jokes

Ghost couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. She was quick as a whip, always ready with a witty comeback. 

"Contain it, huh?" he mused, his gaze roaming over her face. "I think that ship has sailed, sweetheart."

“so Simon I have one last question before I go back to my room”

Ghost looked up her, his eyes meeting hers once more. He couldn't help but feel curious about what she was going to ask.

"Last question, huh?" he repeated, his voice gruff. "Go on then, ask away."

“You know that if you ever wanna talk about the shit you see out there that I’m here, I may not fully understand what it’s like but I just want to make sure that you know you’ve got someone here who cares and wants to listen.” she says seriously “sometimes I feel like you feel you need to carry more weight on your shoulders than humanly possible and I don’t know I just worry about you” 

Ghost stared at her as she spoke, feeling a wave of emotion wash over him. Her words hit him hard, right in the chest. He wasn’t used to people caring about him like this, not in a genuine, heartfelt way. He wanted to brush her off, to tell her that he was fine, that he could handle the weight on his shoulders alone. But the words died on his lips, and instead he found himself saying the truth. 

He is silent for several seconds and she begins to panic. “I’m sorry If I’ve overstepped-”

"I.." he started, his voice gravelly. "I appreciate that. I really do."

She smiles “I’m glad I met you Simon” 

She stands up and throws her cup away before turning to look at him, “see you tomorrow”

Ghost watches her as she stands up, his eyes following her every movement. He feels a pang of something in his chest, a sense of sadness washing over him as he realizes that she's leaving. 

"Yeah," he says gruffly, his voice rough. "See ya tomorrow."

Ghost made his way back to his room, his mind reeling from the conversation he'd just had with her. As he shut the door behind him and leaned against it, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to push away the thoughts that were swirling through his head. There were so many things he wished he’d told her. He wanted to express how happy he was to have met her, how much she meant to him, but he could never find the words. 

But as he did, he heard her voice echoing in his mind, telling him to listen to music. Curiosity getting the better of him, Ghost grabbed his phone and opened up Spotify. He searched up her favorite artist,  Phoebe Bridgers. Ghost tapped on the song ‘I know the end’ and let the music wash over him. As the first notes of the song played, he felt a pang in his chest. The lyrics spoke to him in a way he wasn't used to, hitting him hard and leaving him reeling. He listened to the whole song, taking in every word, letting it sink into his bones. As the final notes faded, he couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling the weight of the song settling on him like a heavy blanket.

Ghost sat silently after the song finished, his mind replaying the lyrics over and over in his head. The words spoke to him in a way that nothing else had before.He didn't want to admit it, but the song had stirred something within him, something that he had tried so hard to keep buried deep down inside.He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, his gaze drifting to his phone, still open to her Spotify page.

Ghost listened to the second song, "Waiting Room," and found himself drawn in once again. The lyrics had a different feel to them, but he couldn't help but wonder if she had chosen this song for a reason.As he listened, he felt a pang in his chest once more. The words of the song spoke of a person waiting for someone, longing for them in a way that was both beautiful and heartbreaking. Ghost couldn't help but wonder if she had chosen it because it was exactly how she felt about him.

Ghost knew deep down that it was better for them to stay away from each other. For her sake, for his sake. Too much baggage, too many demons. They wouldn't be good for each other. But God, he wanted her. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. Despite his best efforts, Ghost couldn't stay away from her. Every time he saw her, every time she threw him one of those blinding smiles, it was like he was drawn to her. He tried to fight it, tried to keep his distance, but it was like an invisible force was pulling him towards her, making him crave her presence and her touch.

[classofo9theflipsideremake]

Totally not making fun of SBN3 scene for the rewrite:

[Scene: The group is hanging out, casually chatting. Jeffrey looks reflective.]

Jeffrey: "I'm really glad I went to therapy. You should try it sometime, Nicole."

Nicole: "I did try it! But the therapist was like, 'Maybe don’t be a heartless asshole.' Like, excuse me!? The only thing worse than that advice would be... human trafficking."

Jeffrey: winces "God, don’t remind me..."

Jecka: "Remind you of what?"

Jeffrey: "Oh! I never told you guys? Back before therapy, I was working on making Classroom of Zero Nine into a game instead of a manga."

Nicole: "Yeah, maybe then people would actually know about it, Jeffrey..."

Jeffrey: "Hey, that's not fair! But yeah... therapy convinced me to make the idea way better than what the game was actually gonna be."

Jecka: "Oh god, what was it gonna be like?"

Nicole: grabs phone "Don't be shy, keep going while I dial 911... for no reason."

Jeffrey: sighs "Alright, but it was horrible. Jason’s mom tries to flirt with Nicolas, Jessie was a total creep, and the endings? Don’t get me started..."

Nicole: "I said keep going, Jeffrey."

Jeffrey: "Well... in the first ending, Nicolas kills Jessie with Jason’s drugs. In the second, Arson gets hit by their car. Then there’s the one where Nicolas... ugh... shoves his feet in Jason’s mom’s face."

Jecka: "Oh my god."

Jeffrey: "Oh, it gets worse—Jason gets sold into human trafficking in one ending, and in the last one, he... well... commits suic—"

Ari: interrupting "WHAT!?"

Jecka: gags "I think I’m gonna be sick."

Nicole: deadpan "What the fuck, Jeffrey!?"

Jeffrey: sheepish "Yeah... I deserve that. I had a huge foot f*tish back in high school. Glad I grew out of it, and that game never saw the light of day."

[cwritesforfun]

Derek Morgan AU x Princess: Bodyguard

Derek Morgan is the bodyguard of Princess Y/N, the Future Queen. He has been guarding her for 3 years.

Y/N had a bad feeling about the ball being thrown for her and knew something was up, however, she couldn't have prevented it.

Y/N = Your Name

** I don't own any of the Criminal Minds characters **

Morgan's POV

It all happened so fast. Some kind of fog was thrown in the room. Intruders ran in waving guns around. Someone knocked me out before I could get to Princess Y/N.

I woke up to find myself tied up to a chair and held at gunpoint. I look over and see the rest of the guests and the whole royal family is in the same position.

I see the intruders brought stuff to livestream the whole hostage situation and a TV is up, so we can see what viewers are seeing. I don't get why though. Nothing makes sense right now. There hasn't been news of a threat or anything.

I glance over at Princess Y/N to see if she's alright and I notice her slyly watching the intruders. I wonder what she's thinking. She's always thinking and planning. It's part of why I think she'll be a great Queen because of how she is able to think on her toes.

One of the men with a gun walks up to Princess Y/N and asks, "Do you have power as Princess? Or do you have to have your coronation first?" Princess Y/N answers, "I have some power. What would like done?" The man with the gun says "We want the government to fall. We don't believe it represents the people." Princess Y/N asks, "And what can I do for you? Surely this whole hostage situation would've worked better with Parliament." Oh my:/ The man slaps her in the face causing me to flinch and I try to move to protect her. Someone grabs the chair I'm in and clicks the gun at my side. Princess Y/N glances my way and gives me a slight smile. She turns back to the man in front of her and exclaims, "Do you have a person who you think can best represent the people? I'd like to hear them out and hear their plans for the future." She's playing along with them and she's buying time. What can I do? Come on think Derek think.

Princess Y/N's POV

I'm buying time for all of the guests and me. The more time they talk, the less chance there is that any of us get hurt. If the leader could just leave the room, I could convince someone to let me pee and possibly get a message out.

I notice Derek Morgan, my bodyguard, sitting there watching the intruders. Hopefully, he can help me somehow. I bet he already has a plan. I mean he's been guarding me for 3 years successfully and we've made it out of some sticky situations. Not gonna lie, he's pretty hot all tied up right now, and wow. I should not be thinking about this at the moment. Shut up brain!

Derek's POV

I look around the room casually and count roughly 20 intruders in the room. I also see at least 8 other bodyguards tied up in here. If I set one intruder off, hopefully, they get the memo and can knock the rest out.

I look at one of the other ones and give him three slow nods. That means follow my lead in code. He does three nods back and starts to pass around the message.

I slowly begin untying the knots around my hands and I get it to where I can throw the rope off anytime now. I just need the perfect moment to do it.

Princess Y/N manages to keep them from actually injuring her more until she asks, "And do you think I represent the people? I'm genuinely just wondering." One of them says, "You're not elected by the people, so no. However, it would be treason to kill you." She replies, "Well you're already committing treason right now by attempting to overthrow the government." I swiftly jump up from my chair, kick it back into the guard behind me, and knock him out. I steal his gun and place it in my belt.

When I knock the first guard out, I move on to another one until I hear "Stop or the Princess dies!" I turn around and see a gun to her head. I hold my gun up and point it at the man holding the gun to her head. He wiggles the gun by her head taunting me. I exclaim, "Let's not make hasty decisions. Think through this. You don't want to do this." The guard asks, "Why don't I, Mister Loyal?" I answer, "If you kill off the Princess, our country's allies will revolt and fight you. From what I can see, you are not ready to take part in a war. Rethink this. What should you do instead? What are your options?" I hope I'm stalling him. I mean he does look a little confused and stumped.

I make eye contact with the Princess and I nods at her three times. She blinks three times and I know she knows the code. Good!

I yell "Now!" Princess Y/N kicks back into the guy and drops to the ground as I shoot at him. I hit him and he fell backward. I rush over to Princess Y/N and gently cup her face with one of my hands. She leans into my hand and I ask, "Are you okay? I'm sorry that I almost got you killed." She nods and says, "Yes thanks, Derek. I'm okay and I put myself in danger as much as you did. It's okay. Um... We should do something about the rest of the intruders, right?" I nod and turn to where everyone is staring. Did they all watch me cup her face? Geez. Great. This is great. I yell "Intruders, hands up. We'll take you down for questioning! Royal guards, take them out to the holding cells, please. Everyone else, please stay put until it is clear. Does anyone know how to turn off all the TV equipment and would be willing to do so?" Someone raises their hand and I lead them over. They then get working on it.

I help Princess Y/N start untying the ropes around the rest of the royal family. We manage to get them all off and they all hug her. I let them have a family moment and I make sure the TV is turned off.

That Night ... Derek's POV still

I finally get to relax. I mean I did take a shower already, but now I can sleep. I could also drink, but that wouldn't help my feelings and thoughts to cool down.

I can't lose Princess Y/N. We've been close for 3 years and I've really tried to push away my feelings for her, but I can't. She's kind, strong, tough, beautiful, and loving. She's the ideal woman. However, she is also the Princess soon-to-be Queen. That means that I cannot date or be with her romantically as much as I would like that. Then tonight when she kept putting herself in danger, I was freaking out on the inside and she worried me. I hope she is okay right now. I cannot help but wonder if she is okay. Maybe I should check up on her.

Yeah, I'm going to make sure she is okay.

Princess Y/N's POV

I can't sleep. My brain is too awake. Should I go for a walk around the palace? I'll go see if the guards are up for it or if I'm allowed to leave.

I open my door and see Derek Morgan holding his hand up like he was about to knock. Wait is he in pajamas? Wow, he can rock gray sweatpants. Damn, this man is fine.

He smirks a little and says, "Eyes are up here, Princess." I smirk and say, "Come on in, Derek. Please step in." I move aside and he steps inside the room. I pat the space next to me on the couch and exclaim, "Please just sit here. Forget that I am who I am and that there are rules. Just sit." He nods and sits next to me.

I glance at him and ask, "So what brought you to my bedroom at 1:00 a.m.?" He answers, "I wanted to check on you. I wanted to know how you were doing. You worried me when you taunted the intruders. I know you can take care of yourself, but the man did have a gun to your head." I nod and reply, "I know what I did was risky, but I also knew I had people in there that I could trust to help me. I knew you could come up with a plan, so I stalled and it worked. As far as how I am, I will be honest my brain is so awake. I can't sleep." He replies, "I couldn't either. I was going to drink, but that would've kept me more awake. I chose to check on you instead." I reply, "Thanks. I appreciate that. Thank you again for today. I'm so grateful for you and everything you do for me." He replies, "I'm glad you, the palace staff, and your family were all able to walk away from it." I nod and smile.

He exclaims, "I know you said you couldn't fall asleep, so if you'd like, I can give you a back scratch or a small massage to help you relax." I reply, "Okay. Do you mind if I lay in my bed?" He shakes his head.

I climb into my bed and ask, "Before I get settled, may I have a hug? It feels like a hugging moment." He nods and we hug. He kisses the top of my head too. Aw wait that was cute:-)

I then lay down and he rubs my back. I start to drift off a little and then I hear a door creak open. I snap up into a sitting position and ask, "What was that?" He answers, "The balcony door just creaked a little because of the wind. I promise no one is trying to break in. You are safe." I reply, "I'm sorry for that. I just am so stressed and today was a lot." I put my hands over my head and sit in a ball shape.

I feel my bed dip near my feet meaning he must've sat on my bed. I then feel his hands rub my arms. He leans close to me and whispers in my ear, "You're safe. We have everyone locked up or dead. I can stay the night in your room if you want me to. I don't mind for tonight." I move my face to look at him and I notice we are only 6 inches apart. I exclaim, "Thank you, Derek. Do you want to stay on the other side of my bed?" He answers "I don't think I could control myself." I ask, "From doing what?" He then leans forward and asks, "May I kiss you?" I answer, "Yes," and he kisses me. Omg!

When he pulls away, I exclaim, "Wow you're a good kisser. I really don't mind if you are in the same bed as me. Please stay for tonight at least." He kisses me on the cheek and then crawls over to the other side of the bed.

I flip off the light and we both end up falling asleep just by being in each other's presence.

A few hours later, I wake up to mumbling and I glance at where Derek is. I lean over and hear him mumbling, "You're safe. She's safe. It's okay. Relax." I gently rub his arm and he jolts up. I say softly, "Hey you had a nightmare or something. You were mumbling a lot. Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" He answers, "I was just scared you got hurt again. I see now you are okay." I reply, "I am yes. Do you want to cuddle? It might help, so you know I'm safe." He replies, "Yes please." I lay down and wrap my arms around him. He wraps his arms around me and we fall asleep like that.

[historia-vitae-magistras]

alfred straight up murdering his brother on accident just because he walked too quietly into the room is so fucking funny but how terrifying is alfred to regular humans? If he goes to casually throw some ridicously heavy thing he's working on over to the intern or whoever theyre not gonna get back up on their feet to chew him out for it lol. also... getting shot and squished by bisons still hurts like all hell right? does matthew start to get wary around him or is he just too used to it to be all that bothered?

Lmao right? I very much enjoy using these characters, especially fleshy loony-tune-style horror shows because good fucking god, it's funny. But its also very fun? Alfred javelining people into the water must be so fun. Alfred casually picks up Matt when he's on the sofa because he dropped his keys behind it. He will randomly rip up troublesome trees in someone's fields in the middle of the night. This is not a wholly negative, angsty or even humourous trait.

So for humans... not very as an adult. I think. Generally, Alfred puts his people at ease. He's handsome, funny, intelligent and friendly. Man has that kind of crooked smile and easy charm. The charisma, luck and social skills of the gambler and the grifters and drifters of the old Westerns if not the old West. When he was little and had less control because he'd get excited, I could see him getting himself in trouble and accidentally committing some violence. As an adult, I think he's much more careful around humans, and the only time he tends to bust out the super strength is to prevent accidentally killing humans. Picking up a car in front of someone getting aggressive will contain that person's aggression goddamn fast.

As for if things hurt, yes. Superheroes and Gods are boring for me to write about. I like making these fuckers creepy and overpowered sometimes, but I'm most invested in their humanity. So time to do the math. The average bison is about 816 to 1,088 kg, and the most recent record for a deadlift was 487 kg. So on the lower end of that, 816 divided by 487 is about 1.67; redeploy that as a percentage that's about 160% the strength of what's currently possible. I personally think this is why this dork is always snacking, so it has some effect on his metabolism and his physiology. He's not going to starve to death as fast as he should with that metabolism because there's that nation fuckery there, but my boy is peckish. So now that I've laid that nonsense out, I generally make him about 160% more resilient than the strongest human (yeah, my browser history is fucked, what about it?), but not in all ways because biologically, that would fuck up his brain something fierce cerebellum be whack big and I like my nerdy NASA boy. But I try to keep that 160 in mind, so it might sometimes be consistent? Maybe? But yeah, he's durable and walks away from a lot of things that most people wouldn't, but he can be shot, dropped, smashed, hit, etc. And his pain tolerance is limited because, again, that removes too much vulnerability and why are we invested in this nerd? Lord knows it's not patriotism on my end. Strong, but not indestructible.

Now with the biology and the physical aspect of my stupid brain's explanation of this yankee doodle dumbass (affectionate) articulated, onto the emotional and interpersonal consequences. This is a bit meta, but Alfred's perception of himself and his loved ones can reflect this fandom and canon. I don't know if canon makes them twins, but many people do despite some intrinsic differences in history, progress, culture and values. It's a valid take because who wants to lord over other people or think about being the superpower and the empire? And passport privilege, cultural dominance, and political hegemony are things that only come into play when we're online or in some sort of international situation. The world revolves around the US, but Alfred's 'first amongst equals' with the laurels of power is not his default setting. At home, he just wants to be another person. Abroad, he has to function on a different set of rules, and leadership, and that arrogance only comes out at certain points. He wants to be human, he wants to be loved, he wants to be normal. And it hurts his fucking feelings to be reminded he isn't, that it is lonely at the top, that no matter how similar, the Trudeau quote applies.

Matt's used to him, and Alfred's reasonably careful, but the gulf between them, Alfred's ability to just steamroll him if he wanted to (even if Matt would give him a hell of a fight) does leave its marks. Matt tries as hard not to show it as much as Alfred tries not to crush him. He's overjoyed about something and goes in for a hug, and there go a couple of subluxing ribs as he kind of affectionately slaps Alfred's shoulder like "indoor muscles! Indoor muscles, bud!" And its mainly because Alfred doesn't like thinking about being a weirdo, and Matt doesn't want to remind him. They want to be as equal as possible, but physics is a thing.

[mythoughtsonfilm]

the hunger games: the ballad of songbirds and snakes (2023)

rating: stop making war criminals hot/10

*spoilers*

-ok. so. i wasn't going to be one of those people.

-the people that just hop on the "snow is hot" bandwagon.

-but, alas...

-please don't expect any genuine analysis here, there is nothing even remotely close to that present at this time

-anyway. let's start from the top.

-the seventeen semi-unnecessary shirtless/shower/half-naked-sulking scenes they managed to cram in these first three seconds is actually kind of impressive

-i'm not complaining.

-i see all the snow family fortune is funneling directly into the Coriolanus bleach and tone fund

-the only thing running through my mind is book snow's inner monologue

-"district scum" keeps coming to me in flashes

-hop skip and jump to the reaping scene

-peter dinklage will slay no matter the occasion.

-and viola davis

-"i'm part of that litter" PLEASE

-i'm sorry. not a joking matter. sometimes i get too caught up on dialogue choices.

-"sing your way out of this one lucy gray."

-welp.

-omgggg he's so considerate showing up to the train like that

-what a sweet, caring guy

-i was so caught off guard by them literally dumping them into the zoo

-as if that's what should catch me off guard.

-dare i say snow is a bit of a devious betch

-dude has zero friends and is still managing to betray every one

-never trust a blond man, that's what i always say

-a PLATINUM blond at that

-i've lost the plot a bit

-literally

-anyway

-wait let's discuss that rejected kiss. i turned away from the screen tbh. can't handle the embarrassment.

-if i wasn't already missing the entire point of the movie, the "take off your shirt"-single-tear-stitching-up-of-the-wound moment definitely shoved me into the oblivious observer territory

-(i promise i took more from this movie than i'm letting on)

-(really)

-but now let's pop back to the games

-scream queens is preventing me from believing the rat poisoning situation but i'm trying to ignore that

-lucy slay baerd

-eh. sorry.

-HE CHEATED THE GAMES FOR HER

-he was just sending water. HE WAS JUST SENDING WATER. ugh.

-how could this possibly go wrong? he's so sweet and nice 🥰

-see, i think he thinks he's really smart but genuinely how do you use a monogrammed handkerchief to break the law??

-now, i understand he wanted to go to 12 and all, but using his family's literal last dime in this world to pay his way there is rubbing me the wrong way

-could it be? a(nother)? red? flag?

-ok so we're all just gonna pretend that scene of him facing the wall wasn't concerning to feminism.

-buzzcut era for the win

-sejanus and him should just kiss already.

-his utter commitment to being a peacekeeper is so jarring.

-suzanne collins knew what she was doing with these songs

-the punch.

-katniss reference, cute cute

-so sorry--did he LEAVE during the song NAMED after him?????

-oh lucy gray. you are far too good for him.

-so i'm thinking i need to wrap this up

-oops. shot someone there. whoops. got someone else strung up there. mistaaaakes. we all make em.

-"my old self"

-the old snow can't come to the phone right now...

-anyway.

-never in my life have i seen someone pitch a fit like this, get a grip

-hilarious how he just casually strolls back into 12 after that conniption.

-"you look just like your father" as you should, tigris.

-*villainous, brooding stroll across multiple lanes of traffic*

-the rainbow imagery. love.

-the hair timeline is really not working for me here, i feel like we skipped some vital info, but it's fine

-oh that callback was phenomenal booming through the theater

-i don't consider myself that dense, but i did, in fact, have to watch this entire movie and re-listen to "can't catch me now" to realize that's literally the whole movie right there. yikes.

-snow lands on top.

-god i hope so.

-i'm so sorry.

[kcuf-ad]

Okay I saw the post where you were raging how people say Sasuke commited genocide, right? I'm gonna trust you saying he didn't actually commit actual genocide, but consider:

Literally no one considers Sasuke as someone who did genocide, EXCEPT for the people who are fully aware he didnt and are just making fun of him (because how else to cope with the trauma than make fun of it)

Sasuke be getting mad about something and Naruto just casually goes "Whoa there, I think the genocides you've already done is enough for ya" and immediately Sasuke's trying to kill him with a "IT WAS ONE TIME! AND IT WASNT EVEN A GENOCIDE! I JUST KILLED LIKE TWO PEOPLE!" and then Sakura goes "What, you think that makes it any better?" and Sasuke is just losing his shit trying to explain that they're damn SHINOBI, they're SUPPOSED to kill people.

Alternatively, in Boruto era Naruto sometimes gets done with his son and is like LISTEN UP IF YOU DONT STOP MESSING ABOUT ILL SEND YOU TO UNCLE SASUKE, HES A MURDERER YA KNOW

Boruto side eyes the thirty year old who looks like he's having his emo phase again and is like SUUUUURE

And then Sasuke goes in a very calm voice while glowing red Would you like to find out?

Or the kids just hear the jokes aimed at Sasuke and don't realise that they're literally 75% made up and take them mostly seriously.

As far as the kids know Sasuke's killed about seven hundred people and no one wants to correct them because it's too funny. (They did have to make it very clear that the kids can not keep asking Sasuke to kill people just because they don't like them- not because the kids are serious but because Sasuke might actually do it-)

Damn it this is god damn hilarious.

Bro, Sasuke could be mad at what Kakashi did at during his shift and the anger is clearly visible, so what does Kakashi do? Like any reasonable adult, he stands up and yells, "SASUKE NOT AGAIN! WE JUST GOT YOU OUT PRISON FOR THE LAST GENOCIDE!" which Sasuke never wanted to commit it until now.

He was rumoured that he killed an entire village for fun, and not because he accidently knocked someone while walking. The rumours spread so wide that people actively make sure that they don't make him mad. If he is ever alone in a different village and is seen with his neutral face (aka angry face) and people are sweating bullets and try their absolute hardest to cheer him up, sometimes, they even bribe him so he doesn't be upset.

Everytime he talks about this, the three bust out laughing at this.

Boruto looks at Sasuke who looks like he is listening to every emo song ever known for the 14th time in his life and thinks "This is the guy that caused all of those genocides? I don't think he could kill a bird, let alone a guy." Not knowing his criminal history.

Sarada looks at his dad and doesn't believe any rumour because this man barely knows how to talk to his own daughter, do you really think he could cause a genocide?

Knowing Sasuke, yeah, no one should give him suggestions. Sakura once said that the owner of the nearby kebab shop was bit of a jerk and Naruto had the bright idea of joking that Sasuke should kill him.

2 days later, he was never heard from again.

[fragile-wisp]

the things I do for love

haha yeah so I'm like trying to get over this dude

he's 43 and bald by choice but idk why I'm obsessed with him

Like idk he's hot for some reason, his eyes smolder in this way that makes me feel so weak.

We used to work together, and every time I walked past the front desk he would look at me in this way... this certain way that made me blush, and I always nervous around him... butterflies in my stomach, my heart skips a beat... or beats so fast my apple watch starts screaming to the world that my bpm is high... haha... thanks for that btw Apple way to call me out 😩😂

I don't know what's wrong with me. I just want another chance to prove I can be cool and casual. Sorry I catch feelings, especially when it's like we missed each other... I was away for six years... you take me on three dates, then decided to blow me off an equal amount of times? Now he won't even respond to simple short texts, when he was the one who started this whole thing hot and heavy... I just wanted to get back in touch, and he starts calling me his girl... then the next week he's IM'ing someone else... I just don't know what to think.

The painfully optimistic moron in my head keeps telling me he does really like me, but he doesn't want to get serious right now so he's just faffing about... I just don't want to feel like he's waiting for when he wants a commitment then comes crawling back to me, because I'm the one who wants him?

Naw, thank you- next.

How are we even supposed to be friends if you're basically avoiding me? Granted, I should not have spilled my guts on instagram messenger, that was a mistake... but I don't know how else to get my thoughts out there to communicate with you, if you're just gonna cancel every plan anyway...

God, maybe I'm just a try-hard. I try too hard, but like, I'm not trying to impress anyone, I just wanna feel good about myself when I leave the house. If my wearing a sexy dress and makeup makes you uncomfortable because you wanna wear shorts and a graphic tee all the time, that's on you... my makeup helps clear my acne, so I wear it for me. I want the Neutrogena foundation to clear my complexion, on top of my regular skin care routine. I wear my sexy black dress because I FEEL sexy when I wear it, plus it has protective slips inside the top so your nipples are safe! I can go bra-less, and just slip into a thong and shapewear before I put the dress on. Throw my white leather jacket on top, with my white purse, black chunky heels, and a little jewelry- maybe some black eyeshadow- and BAM! 💥

I feel like Stevon Ur-kell, Steve's sexy af alter ego who owns his shit and does what he wants!! I cannot explain how hot and mature I feel when I get a lil dolled up. It's not a crazy amount of effort either, I'm not killing myself to look good for anyone. I put a normal amount of time into my regular self-care, then when I wanna feel sexy I do a tiny bit extra- like more thorough shaving and stuff like that. I don't see why men have to be intimidated or overwhelmed by a little self-care?

Sorry if you thought my putting on makeup was just to impress you, but trust me, it wasn't. It was for me to feel good about myself, no one else. 💅💖

[starjxsung]

Hello my lovely, lovely Star 💕 I am sorry for disappearing for like two weeks - I was working full time the past two weeks at my speech arts academy (done work for the summer now though!!!)

I'm so glad you're boss has been supportive!!! I hope you've been able to get some rest... work sounds so busy and tiring for you... HOW'S ATEEZ!??!?! I HOPE IT'S AMAZING AND EVERYTHING YOU COULD'VE DREAMED OFFF IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU AND ALL THE CONCERTS I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING TIMEEE rahhhh I hope you're doing SO GOOD 💖 pls tell me how ur doing I hope you've been taking care 🫶 Life Update: I'm so excited for Europe hehehe I fly out in two daysss ALSO I got my uni courses all figured out now after many days of stress :') As for south africa guy... okay so like we talked about being in something more comitted and stuff (he brought it up) and it was like a good healthy talk and he was super mature about it and bringing it up and making sure I feel comfy and stuff and letting me know like I shouldn't feel any pressure to say or do anything I don't want to and like we've been taking it "slow" cause I expressed uncertainty around it (for various reasons I won't get into) but I was willing to give it a try ... anyways so like we hung out this past weekend and everything was great we texted for the couple days after that but then like four days ago he just... stopped texting. And he hasn't read my messages either ;-; like I know he takes breaks from his phone/being online pretty regularly for like two days at a time so I didn't really worry too much at first tho I was kinda miffed cause I've told him before to let me know if he was gonna go mia but now it's been like four (five?) days and I'm like worried but also upset and like rethinking this whole thing and like idk I know he left for a trip yesterday so now he probably won't get back to be until he's back but why did he just stop texting like three days before his trip??? Like mid convo too... MAN IDK IM SO UPSET BUT ALSO WORRIED ABOUT HIM AHHH anyways, I love you always <3 thank you for being you Star 💖🫶💕 🌱

MY ANGELLLLLLL I hope work was good !!! I can’t believe it’s already done for the summer! Time’s really flying 😦

ATEEZ WAS AMAZINGGGGG my twin sister wasn’t able to make it but I did meet up w my older sister briefly for the LA show and she loved it !!!!!!! I stayed in merch line for 5 hours and I am sunburnt so badly my arms physically sting 😀 worth it for a Seonghwa jersey ofc

I CANT BELIEVE YOU’RE GOING TO EUROPEEEE OH MY GOD THAT’S SO EXCITINGGGG I can’t wait to hear all about it !!!! And I’m glad uni courses are all sorted! Figuring out uni courses is always so stressful I hated it so much in college lmao

Also :((( I get that people can have their reasons for ghosting like that but imo it is SO fucked that people do that after communicating about where the relationship stands. Is he looking for something committed? Or have you both agreed for just something more casual? My ex boyfriend did that after our second date and it felt terrible bc for like 2 days after we had sex he just….. disappeared. And then came back and said he was drinking and sorta off the grid and missing classes and stuff. But I think I cried for 2 days bc I just felt so used. People should just communicate !!! Why they’re ghosting !!!! Instead of leaving their partners to guess :( I’m so sorry he did that and I hope it’s just bc he’s busy or has a genuine excuse. But to leave you hanging like that is just so fucked up imo :(

Keep me posted what happens & I hope you have so much fun in EUROPE in the meanwhile!!!! Try not to stress about him during ur trip, he’s not worth wasting a good trip on if he isn’t a member of skz. I love you so so much !!!! Be safe my angel !! 👼🤞💓💕♥️💜💖💞

[moisummertime]

Im currently reading this book called Mr. Unavailable and the Fallback Girl.

There was a section in this book that provide you certain statement to determine how available you are by just agreeing with it.

1. Im all over my exes - this means I'm in neutral position and am not emotionally invested in either negative or positive way. I don't have anyone dipping in and out my life.

Agree. That's why I don't keep them around. I make space for a new person ;)

2. I've typically been available and have at least one mutually fulfilling, healthy, and committed relationship.

I think I'd agree to this one.

3. While I did find myself involved with a Mr. Unavailable, it was a one-time thing and I wouldn't be interested that behaved in this manner.

Yep. Normally I threw 'wtf dude', 'you son of a b*tch, how dare you!', 'Bye' followed with blocked, 'I am not interested.'. But yea I did some exceptions in certain cases and usually one exception.

4. Im not afraid to be vulnerable in my relationship and while I have fears like average person, Im not run by my fear.

Agree. Bitch gonna face those. confront them, and try to address this. My fear wouldnt be my image.

5. When I experience a breakup or someone that Im interested in doesnt work out, I work my feelings and don't try to avoid them.

And as you can see this blog, Im working on all those emotions I feel and try to address them. 6. While I've had one-night stand or an occasional fling or even casual sex arrangement here and there, they;'re few and far between. Yea, getting fewer and fewer every year.

7. If someone rejects me/turn me down/my relationship doesnt work out, I don't internalize it and change how I feel about me.

Yea, it is what it is. But I do always review and reflect. I gotta make sure I learn from that experience.

8. Im okay with being honest or receiving honesty even in the face of hearing information that I might not like and I will act upon.

Better than ghosting ;) So yep, I agreeeee.

9. If someone doesnt make an effort or isn't in position to commit to me, this is a turn off and I walk away. I don't become interested and try to push them into a commitment.

agreeeee. Who wants to have a relationship by forcing them into one? not me.

10. I accept responsibility for sorting out any emotional issues that I have and I don't try to get partners to fix me.

Yep. I might have to cry first but I am more resilient than I was. I know what best for me.

11. while I don't mind being kind or helpful, or even compassionate, I know that it's wholly inappropriate to fix someone else's problem.

Agree. If they have issue, they should decide to fix it themselves.

12. I don't have a type, and tend to look for people who, while Im attracted to them, share similar values with me. I don't have any criteria about how they should look, their job, how much money they have.

Agree. If I look back, there's variety of people, with variety of jobs, and variety of hairlines lol Finding one with same value and I am attracted to at the same time is hard.

13. If I met someone and they were still attached, I'd walk away.

Yea, Im not rehabilitate anyone from their heartbreak.

14. While there are things that I wouldn't mind improving, on the whole I accept myself and like and love me.

I'd give myself the love and life I deserve. I am my baby :3

15. While of course I don't want to be hurt, Im not so afraid of being hurt that it affects how I see people and relationships and my trust issues.

I'll always bounce back. It's gonna be a life story or just a short story? we decide it baby ;) Im not afraid of getting hurt for sure.

16. When I feel uncomfortable I listen to myself and when I get signals from my gut, I trust the information I'm getting.

Yes. And a little extra help from my tarot reader, I def gonna keep my distance when I feel something 'Off'.

17. I'm aware of inappropriate behavior and I have boundaries and limit to what I'll put up with.

AGREE. 100%. behavioral thing is very critical to me. you pick on it, nu uh. bye.

18. I don't engage in denial, rationalizing and minimizing.

You got what you see, what you feel. when you try too hard to make sense of someone else's behaviour, they really got a problem. That's red flag waving at you.

19. Whether or not I had a healthy relationship with my parents, I have addressed everything from my childhood that impacting my adult life and/or am I actively working on it.

Constantly working on it. It's not an easy task, but it's not something that hold me back either.

20. There's nothing Im trying to avoid, really!

Yep. But I have to admit I try to avoid poverty lol Soooo... I think Im ready. When you are? ;)

[8bitscarlet]

Begging

Summary: You knew Natasha could take a punch or two, she wouldn't be the Black Widow if she couldn't. But when she put away that uniform you only wanted to grant her soft touches. So, when she asked for more than soft nights with you, you wondered if you could commit. Requested

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY!!!//MINORS DNI!! (top!reader, bottom!Nat, strap-use (r giving), oral (r giving and Nat giving), degradation [use of slut, whore], spanking (r giving), hair pulling, cussing, slapping (once), praising here and there, edging)

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: It's a holiday weekend and I'm visiting family, so I'm just gonna drop off this sinful fic and sign off. Happy reading!

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!*

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As you throw your keys onto the coffee table and rip off your tie, you collapse onto the couch with a loud groan. Sliding the shoes from your tired feet, you hear the clicking of Natasha's heels echo through the house. Closing your eyes, you allow the tension from your shoulders start disappearing now that you're free of cameras and politicians.

The soft padding of feet comes from behind you and slowly, someone straddles across your lap as their arms wrap around your neck.

Peeking out through one of your eyes, you grin when you see a certain redhead that sits atop your thighs, her nimble fingers playing with the nape of your neck. Your arms warp tightly around her body, pulling her close enough to press your lips against her chest, easily found with the plunging neckline of her black dress.

"Never, ever, let me talk to that senator again," you sigh out, remembering the scripted speech he gave about why the Avengers should move the Compound to his state.

Nat chuckles as she presses a soft kiss against your temple, "That's what you get for leaving me alone with that oil baron."

"I'm sorry," you mutter against her soft skin, peppering kisses over every inch of exposed skin and watching the blush rise up her neck.

She hums as her fingers glide through your hair and gently start to massage your scalp, "I think I know how you could make up for it. Trying something a little different," her hot breath brushes across your ear, goosebumps spreading all across your body.

Gently, you reluctantly lean back away from Nat and raise a brow as you gently pat her back. The past few days she'd gotten into a casual habit of talking about adding some excitement to the bedroom. At first you thought they were just joking jabs when she'd bring it up with an awkward chuckle while you were flossing your teeth or she cleaned the kitchen. She finally sat you down and you both had a conversation that lacked chuckles and had you feeling a little worried about hurting Natasha. You knew she was an Avenger but she was still human.

"Babe, if you're not happy with my performance in bed-,"

Her lips press against yours, forcing you to stop thinking and only feel her. Your hands rise up her back, her thighs clenching around you tighter as she starts to slowly untuck your shirt.

"Oh no, I'm more than happy. All those kisses you run down my back," her lips press against your neck, teeth gently scraping against that sensitive spot that drove you wild.

"How you whisper those sweet-nothings in my ear," a shiver runs through your body as her hot whisper runs against your ear.

"The way you take care of every single one of my needs," Nat rolls her hips against you, a smirk on her face when she feels how your fingers grip her waist tighter.

Chewing on the inside of your lip as you watch her carefully, you try to keep your head clear, "What if you get hurt, Nattie?"

"Hey," she raises her brows and squeezes your arms, "you're not gonna hurt me. Come on, don't tell me you're a sissy. I remember those marks you'd leave all over me in bar bathrooms."

You clench your jaw, remembering the days before the two of you became exclusive. Before you fell into the pattern of gentle sex that had you forgetting what rough sex was like.

Nearly forgetting.

"I'm a big girl," she sighs out, watching your eyes flash to hers as you freeze in the middle of licking your lips.

There's an odd sensation in your chest, almost a warm tingle as you let out a rush of air through your mouth. Biting against your lip, it's hard to deny the curiosity to see if you still have it in you to take complete control. And seeing how needy Nat stares at you, how her hips just gently roll against you and the tightening of the coil inside of you, something flicks.

"You're a big girl?" you ask, voice low as your head cocks just gently to the side, watching her nod softly with nothing but lust in her eyes, "Or just a big slut? Have to be if you think you deserve what you're asking for."

You watch as her eyes widen just gently, tightly swallowing as her fingers grip onto you tight. You remove your gripping hands from her body, leaning back comfortably into the cushion of the couch and interlocking them behind your head. You anchor your feet to the floor and spread your thighs, eyes glancing down as Nat's dress starts to ride up towards her hips.

"Prove it to me," you lean forward, gripping the back of her neck as you slap your lips against her, listening to the moan you pull out of her. Leaning back again, you cock your brow with a smug grin, "Get off on my thigh."

Nat's eyes widen even more at the sharpness in your words but it doesn't take more convincing for her to readjust herself and place herself carefully on your leg. You raise your brows impatiently and slowly, she starts to roll her hips as her hands push her dress further up to grant her more room.

You stare at her face, watching how it contorts into blissful pleasure, her hands rising up her body and massaging her clothed breasts. Holding back every desire to pull down that zipper on her back and expose her, you carefully rest your hand against her hip and feel her work against you.

She grips onto your arm for balance, nails digging into your skin as you clench your thigh and listen to the whine that leaves her throat and eyes that flutter closed.

"Hey, look at me," you lift her chin gently, watching those green eyes stare at you underneath hooded eyelids. "I'd spend every hour watching you do this," you whisper, watching that smirk fill her face.

The words were soft, affectionate. You love her too much to fall completely into ruthless domination and she loves that about you. But you weren't going to let her have any ammunition to tease you about going soft. You bounce your thigh abruptly and listen to the mewling whine that she chokes out, watching her lean forward as she gasps out.

You chuckle, "Look at you. Already whining like a needy, little slut. And you expect me to believe you can handle more?"

"Yes," she breathes out, clenching her face to try and hold back her orgasm for just a bit longer, slowing her hips.

Gripping her hips tightly, you snap at her, "Yes, what?" Pushing her down against your thigh, you listen to the sweet moan that escapes from her. Breathing out carefully, her eyes flutter open and you see the hunger in her eyes,

"I want you to fuck me until I can't stand."

Your eyes widen at her candor, watching the smirk fill her face. You wondered how long she fantasized about you taking her like you had all those years ago. Just thinking about it had your breath turn ragged, knowing she played you so well. And you fucking loved it.

"Go down that hall, get out of that fucking dress and wait for me at the end of the bed," You watch her carefully, ensuring that she understood the simple instructions you just laid in front of her.

You can see it though, her eyes that glide over your face, the certain teasing flicker behind those green eyes that tried to figure out how to press your buttons. To push you further and deeper into this role.

"But,"

Raising your brows, you stand up quickly as she quickly slides off of your thigh. Grabbing her before she tips over the coffee table, you wrap your fingers around her slender wrist,

"Don't," your voice is stern but you clench your jaw when you realize you almost made her fall over, "Test me."

Nat grins, squeezing your hand reassuringly and walks away from you to certainly find a way to disobey you. With a sigh, you flop back onto the couch, feeling how hard your heart is beating inside of your chest. Pulling at your pants, you try to cool yourself down before you walk into that bedroom.

Glancing over towards the clock on the wall, you slowly start to unbutton your shirt and let that minute hand slowly move around and around that clock face. You take your time, seeing no reason to rush into that bedroom and prove to her just how needy you were feeling after that. Leaving her to sit on that bed for a while longer, you slowly traipse inside the room and start to undress yourself.

You let out a hum when you see her on the bed, thighs clenching tightly together as she watches you with impatient eyes as you set the harness up. Your eyes glide down her naked body, practically drooling as you try to keep control and not give in to her beckoning stare.

Walking up to the bed, you lean over the mattress and cock a brow, knowing she's in the middle of the bed to rile you up.

"I said," your hands wrap around her ankles and you yank her towards you, "the fucking end of the bed. Naughty girl, trying to rile me up. Outta be punished,"

Quickly, you run through the conversation with her from before, every little thing she wanted you to do to her. Raising your hand just barely, you bring it across her face as a quick slap fills the room. There's a soft redness on her cheek, her mouth slightly agape but a lust in her eyes that you've never seen before.

You hold for a moment to see if she wants you to bring it down a notch. Instead, you bite against your lip to hold in your groan as you watch her subtly rub her thighs together, attempting to relieve the burning tension in her core.

"No, no, no," you whisper, your hand wrapping gently around her throat, "You've been bad. You don't get to touch."

Guiding your thumb down her face, watching the begging in her eyes, you press the pad of your thumb against her lips. Her hot breath rushes over your hand as she takes your thumb in her mouth, gently sucking against it and sending a jolt through your body.

"Open up," you snap, pressing the head of the toy against her lips.

She kisses gently against it before her lips slowly wrap around the toy. Her eyes widen as she looks up at you, her hands gripping against the sheets around her as you let out a careful breath, watching the way she looks up at you.

"Relax," you tell her, gripping her hair tightly with your fingers and pushing slowly past her lips, watching her eyes clench. "Such a little slut," you groan out, seeing the ways it slides towards the back of her throat with ease, only a slight reaction as she twitches for air. Mesmerized how her cheeks hollow out, the watering of those green eyes that stare up at you.

Softly, you stroke her cheek with your thumb as you guide your hand behind her head. Stopping her bobbing movement, you start thrusting your hips towards her. Nat's hands grip your thighs tightly and you slowly take your hips away from her as you watch her gasp for air, "Doing so good for me, you know that?"

Slowly gathering her breath, you lean down and roughly press your lips against hers, swallowing her moans. As you swipe along her lips and sigh as she lets you in to taste her, your hands guide down her body softly.

You massage her breasts with a careful touch, your thumb guiding over her hardened nipples as you feel her shiver against your touch. You guide your mouth down and away from her lips, licking a stripe down her neck as you press her shoulders towards the bed.

"So goddamn perfect," you murmur as you suck on the soft skin of her breasts, mesmerized at how easily the bruises begin to appear.

Nat's fingers run through your hair, her hips gently rolling against the air, begging for you to work your way down to where she desperately needs you. And it's desperately where you want to be right now.

Kneeling down at the end of the bed, you press her thighs apart and look up at her as she rests on her elbows to watch you. Raising your brows with a smirk on your face, you glide your tongue along her glistening folds, moaning when you finally taste her.

"You taste so fucking good," you roll your tongue around her slowly, watching her face fall into waves of pleasure with every swipe.

Her hips rut against you as she falls back onto the bed with a moan. You continue to groan against her, sending vibrations against her sensitive core and listening to the music that fumbles out of her mouth.

You're determined to give her a night she'll never forget, hungrily devouring her like you've been starved all your life. Her hands grip you tightly, tugging you closer against her, guiding you to exactly where she wants you.

"So good. And it's all mine," you moan against her before you start to suck against her clit with unrelenting attention. Nat's body begins to tremble as your hands force her thighs to stay open, giving her no escape from your onslaught.

Her moans are near screams as her head flings back against the mattress. You lay your tongue flat against her, watching as her back arches and sends her grinding further against you. As soon as you hear that hitched breath she pulls in, you give a shallow swipe to her clit.

Then you stop.

Pulling back quickly as she gasps out, watching you stand up and slowly clean your face with your fingers and lean over her. You press your fingers softly against her lips, watching in fervor as she takes them into her mouth and gently sucks on them.

The coil inside of you tightens and you grit your teeth as you try to stop yourself from kneeling down and worshipping this woman until that sun comes over the horizon.

"Fuck," you groan out, listening to the pop as you take your hands back, "Such a good little slut, look at you. Letting me do whatever that fuck I want with you. Letting the neighbors hear what a dirty little slut you are."

Biting against her lip, Nat nods as you push her thighs open once again and this time bring your hand around for another smack. Your hand finds her ass with a slap that echoes through the room and you watch her gently flinch but listen to her quiet moan. You smack her again, steadying the toy with your other hand as you push the tip through her soaking folds.

"You're gonna have to remind me," you growl out, "What'd you want?"

"You," Nat moans out, her legs wrapping around your waist and trying to pull you into her, but you press away and let the ache in her core drive her crazy.

"No," you scold her, her wrong answer earning her another slap on the ass. A loud moan fills your ears but you glare down at her, "Use your little whore brain and tell me what you told me before."

Breathing out carefully, her eyes flutter open, "Fuck me until I can't walk."

With a smug grin on your face, you're going to do just that. You thrust your hips forward, not giving her time to adjust to the size as you push inside of her.

"Shit!" she yells out, her hand pressing against your chest but you just stare down at her as she lets out a slow breath.

Rutting back into her, Nat's gasp turns into a long groan, her hand gripping your wrist tightly as she tries to catch her breath.

"You can do better than that," you grunt as you fill her with the whole toy and bottom out.

Moaning to yourself as the thrusts are tightening the coil inside of you, your eyes watch how she stretches around the toy so perfectly. Your fingers glide down the inside of her thigh, watching how her muscles twitch at your touch. You grip her hips tighter, listening to all the noises that come pouring out of her as you drive into her at a punishing pace.

"You're so damn loud," you grunt out against your thrusts, "Just a needy little slut, aren't you?"

Nat clenches her eyes, her moans turning into breathless huffs as her thighs begin to tremble in your grasp again. You pull away from her, halting her on the verge of an orgasm for the second time tonight.

Her body is exhausted from being pushed to the edge over and over again but never allowed the release. She tries to gather herself and pull you back to her, leaving you to easily turn her over and press her face down against the bed.

Gently, you tease the tip of the toy against her dripping folds and watch with hungry eyes as it drips down her thighs, "God, look at you. I think I should stop. Don't think you can handle this."

She whines, reaching behind her for you as her nails scratch down your arm. Her complete surrender to you sends you through a loop as you lean down and press a kiss against her back dimples.

"Don't stop." she breathes out, "Please, Y/N. I need it."

"There's my princess," you whisper against her, rocking her hips as the head just barely presses against her entrance.

You tighten your muscles as you hear the shudder from her lungs, a desperate whine for you to stop teasing. As you tangle your fingers through her hair, you surge your hips forward and fill her back up again.

"Y/N," Nat whimpers out as you reach around her body and press against her clit. It throbs against your fingers as you push her harder against the bed and listen to skin slapping against each other,

"Fuck, oh my god. Fuck me!" she chants out as each thrust pushes the breath out of her lungs.

"That's right," you groan out, "This is what you wanted. Take it, like the good girl you are."

Your arms wrap around her chest, pulling her back against you as you settle your knees up onto the mattress. You continue thrusting roughly into her, Nat's back arching against you as she reaches back to pull at your hair. Your hand reaches down again, finding her aching clit and listening to her choked moan against your ear.

With a moan, you can feel how your thighs being to tremble as your hips begin to stutter, your thrusts beginning to lose their rhythm, "You want to cum? Better start begging," you clench your eyes tightly, groaning against her shoulder as you try to hold it together, "Sluts need to beg."

You listen to the sharp breath Nat sucks in as her words fall out in an incoherent jumble, "Please, Y/N. Shit! Cum with me, please, please, oh fuck."

You moan out as you listen to the desperation in her voice, a far cry from the strong and cool voice of the Black Widow. She was all yours right now and you were never letting that go.

Every muscle in your body tightens as you feel the coil inside of you snap, your thrusts stuttering but you force yourself to pound harder into her, pleasure washing over your body. Your fingers circle around her clit faster as her legs begin to shake, a moan from the back of her throat escaping as you grunt against her neck.

Slowly, you rock your hips a few more times as Nat rides out the high you had been denying her all night. Her moan catching in her throat as her body clenches tightly in your arms, thighs convulsing against yours. Your arms that wrap around her, glide down her glistening body as you pant against her soft skin.

Both of you sit there, listening to each other pant as Nat rests her head back against your shoulder and her body twitching in your lap. You gather up the rest of your energy to turn your head and place soft kisses along her neck.

"So good," you whisper against her, "such a good girl."

She moans against you, holding your hands against her body as her finger intertwine in yours.

Eventually, you both find the ability to climb off of each other, tossing away the toy and end up laying on the bed to stare up at the ceiling.

"We need to get you talking to that senator more," Nat whispers, rolling over as she presses a kiss against your lips.

You open your tired eyes gently, grinning when you see that radiating smile that's on her lips. Gently, you brush away her red hair that's plastered against her sweaty skin, her chest still rising with heavy breaths as her thighs tremble against mattress.

"I love you," you whisper, combing through her hair and resting a soft hand on her cheek.

She hums as she presses a kiss against your cooling palm, "I love you," Nat lays her kiss-swollen lips against yours, trying to get closer to you.

You smile, wrapping your arms around her and helping her close the space between the two of you. You trace gentle circles against her back and rest your lips against her forehead, taking this moment of serenity to just be with each other.

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I loved the new chapter!!!!!!!!!!! I reread the first chapter along with the second and it remains fucking brilliant! I am dying to know more of Izuku’s background!! How does he know Gran?? What the fuck did All Might say to Izuku?? I love that Izuku has confidence in his analysis!!! I’m so happy he has that and that Gran is helping him!!!! God nothing makes me want to commit indiscriminate arson and murder like the systemic discrimination Izuku experiences. But dealing with that is now Shouta’s problem and he will make it everybody else’s problem! And I live for it and love that for them both!!! Also poor Izuku, Shouta telling him he’s a good boy wrecked him and he’s convinced himself that it was a casual thing and he’s the one making it weird while Shouta is barely keeping anything together. I can’t wait for them to meet again!! I desperately want to see Izuku meet Shouta’s friends as they try to point out the red flags and Izuku misses the point like, yes I’m so glad you get why he’s so amazing!! Also I think Gran’s reaction to Shouta will be hilarious because on one hand it Eraserhead enough said but on the other hand Izuku is already smitten, looks happier and Shouta is convincing him to live in a better apartment. Also the thought of Nedzu learning about Izuku’s overloaded bookshelf full of analysis books fills me with extreme amounts of manic delight and terror all at once!!! I’m looking forward to Izuku getting the opportunity to be feral as he should be!!!!!!! Also the playlist for this AU is god tier and fits the story so fucking well!! Listening to it so much has resulted in some odd looks and comments but is very worth it!! Thanks for writing and sharing this!!!! This AU makes my night any time you release more for it!! I’m looking forward to seeing more whenever you write more!!!!

I'm so glad you're enjoying the AU and the playlist so much!!

Yeah, Izuku's been having a real bad time for a really long time now and his backstory is gonna come out in bits and pieces. And, well, let's just say it's really not gonna look good on a lot of people.

Shouta's gonna have his work cut out for him even after he gets his hands on Izuku on a more permanent basis.

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Temporary Fix

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!F1 driver!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You're the only female F1 driver, and you're damn good at your job. Oh, and you also have a friends with benefits relationship with a certain 7x World Champion.

Warnings - smut, best friends -> lovers, slight exhibitionism

A/N - you have the second merc seat in this, so Valterri isn't here : (( not proof read

Sometimes, you hated yourself for following your passion. Driving a F1 car had been your dream ever since you could remember. The long process from karting to F1 had been a difficult one. When you were seven, you had a go kart track manager that you couldn't race there because you were a girl. That had cemented your will to be the best you could be, and you had done it.

You had made it into a Mercedes F1 seat after spending two years in Williams. It was safe to say that you were one of the best drivers, with killer instinct and an excellent eye for overtakes. The likes of Mika Hakkinen, Niki Lauda, Jacques Villeneuve and others had praised your skills, naming you one of the best talents in the current driver pool.

But the glory, the fame, the praise, sometimes you wished you could just evaporate into thin air. This was one of those times. Press conferences sucked, they really did. Reporters and journalists thought they were entitled to ask you the most sexist of questions, brushing them off by saying it was 'just a simple question'. Sometimes the drivers you were paired up with defended you, like Seb or Pierre or Lewis or even Kimi. Sometimes people didn't want to say anything, or they just laughed it off or answered for you.

This was not one of those times. Charles was supposed to be your partner for the press conference, but he wasn't feeling too great so you were on your own. It had started off fine, with the usual questions like 'how are you feeling about the race?' 'is it gonna be a good weekend for Mercedes?' and then it had gone to 'Do you think you being the only woman here, you should have a special suit?' or 'Are you sure it's a good idea for you to continue another year in F1?' that's what had irked you off.

With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head, you bit back the cutting response that had sprung to your lips, opting to simply look disapprovingly in silence, speaking more words in the quiet. Eventually, the conference was over, and you made your way out of the hall, deep in thought, so lost in your own world, you didn't notice when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into one of the nearby storage closets.

Your protest of "Hey!-" was cut off by a pair of lips pressing to yours, strong arms wrapping around your torso. "Heard you had a bad day with the press" Lewis mumbled against your lips, brow furrowing when you sighed and let your head drop onto his shoulder. "Yeah they're such fucking jerks" you replied, closing your eyes. "I'm sorry you have to deal with them every time" he continued, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Eh, I mean I'd rather not talk about it" you continued, letting your fingers trace a pattern on his chest.

The silence in the room was disturbed by the ringing of Lewis's phone, making you jump softly. "Bono" he answered, looking down at the screen. "Pick it up"

"Hello?"

"Lewis, we're waiting for the meeting? And is Y/N with you?" Bono's voice rang through the tiny closet, as you turned to look at Lewis with wide eyes. Shit, the debrief. "Yeah, I'm coming! Oh, and I'll see if I can find Y/N" he replied, making you suppress a smile. The moment he put the phone down, the both of you burst into giggles, before he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips. "Well, we should go" he said, biting back a smile when you sighed, and cuddled into his shoulder. "Fine"

"But I'll make it up to you tonight baby" he continued, as a shiver ran down your spine. Oh yeah, you two had a friends with benefits situation going on too. No biggie

Except, well, you know you couldn't tell anyone, and you were definitely in love with each other, but I mean, of course it was better to be stupid and just simply refuse to acknowledge those feelings for each other.

♥︎☾☁︎

It had happened, when Lewis won his championship in Turkey. The team had thrown a (socially distant) party, and you had gotten just a little more drunk than you should have, but the champagne was flowing, tequila shots were being taken, beer was being chugged so you just jumped in and had a few more glasses of wine than you should have, and participated in a few rounds of shots.

Before you had known, a pair of hot lips had crashed onto yours, and your arms had tightly held onto a broad pair of shoulders, as the pair of you had stumbled up to your hotel room, crashing backwards onto the bed. Your drunken mind had been sober enough to recognise the 'Still I Rise' tattoo across his back when he tugged his shirt off.

At the same time, Lewis had recognised your face, heart speeding up ever so slightly because holy shit he was making out with you, and he really, really liked you. Before he knew it, your dress was down to your knees, and his shirt was a rumpled mess on the floor, your friendship gone far beyond repair, but only in the best way possible.

The next morning, you had let out a groan when the sunshine had flashed into your eyes, rolling over to find Lewis lying next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist as he slept peacefully. Your heart rate had sped up, and you had shot up, scaring the living day light out of Lewis. He had awoken with a start, confusion present in his brown eyes, before realization had sunk in, and he had shot out of bed, wrapping one of the towels around his lower body.

But before the two of you could get awkward, he had strutted over to you, grabbing your face in his hands before pulling you in for a kiss that made you feel weak and light headed.

And then the both of you came to the conclusion that you two wanted something loose and flexible, something fun with no commitment.

But was it what you wanted?

♥︎☾☁︎

Sometimes debriefs could drag on. And on. And on. Eventually, the engineers left the room, leaving only Toto, Lewis, Bono, Angela, James and yourself in the room. Over the years, it had become like a family for you, and you loved them to absolute bits. The mood in the room had changed, as you all joked around for a while.

Watching from the other side of the room, Lewis couldn't help the smile that etched itself onto his face, when he saw you throw your head back with laughter at something Toto said, inhaling sharply when your neck came into clear view, a sudden urge to mark you up settling in on his body.

It was a thrill, to think of how many times you had come undone on his fingers and his tongue, how many nights you begged for him to fill you up with his cock. It was a thrill to think of all the times he had cried your name out in ecstasy while your tongue worked wonders around him. And yet, here you were, acting as if you two were just best friends, not two people who could barely keep their hands off of each other.

Just two nights ago, he had made you scream his name so loud, the person the next room, who just happened to be Daniel, had not let him hear the end of it. Thankfully, the Aussie hadn't realized it was you in his bed. Two nights ago, he had made you see stars, and after that you had rewarded him with the performance of his life to Nights Like This by Kehlani.

Snapping back to reality when a slight poke was applied to his shoulder, Lewis looked over to see Angela looking at him with a slight smirk on her face. He strongly suspected that the woman definitely had some sort of inkling about the both of you. How ? No idea. But she was a crazy smart woman, and was bound to have figured out that he was seeing someone.

It didn't help that atleast half the people on the grid had at some point teased him, telling him the both of you were made for each other. It was like the universe was pushing the both of you to be together, and he kept pushing it away

"So are we feeling confident going into this weekend?" Toto asked, grabbing his attention from the smirking blonde.

"Yup!" Your cheery answer elicited a smile from everyone in the room. "Yeah I think so" he said, watching as you flashed him a quick smile. "Okay, then, I think we're done for now. Any questions?" Bono asked, scanning a data sheet in front of him. "No, i'm good" you replied, reaching over to grab your phone. "Yeah me too" Lewis said, far too concerned with what was going to happen later that night to pay his full attention to Bono.

"Okay then. We'll see you tomorrow"

And with that they departed. Before Lewis could follow you, a hand grabbed his and he turned to see Angela, Toto and Bono looking at him expectantly. "So whose got you all distracted and flustered?" Angela asked, earning a smirk from Toto. "What? No one" he replied, slapping himself mentally for being all day dreamy during a meeting. "Oh really? I'm willing to bet you didn't hear anything I said during the meet except the last bit" Bono said, smiling when his driver got visibly flustered.

"So do we know her?" Angela continued, watching him closely for any giveaway reactions. "How would you know her if I don't like anyone?" Lewis said, hoping to God it didn't come across as awkward as it sounded.

"Never said you liked anyone. I'm saying you're in love with someone" Angela said, watching as her friend's eyes widened in shock, and he shook his head profusely. "Okay are you on something? I'm just gonna head back to the hotel now" he murmured, confused, and somewhat taken aback by her bluntness.

Ignoring the looks on the others faces, he made his way out to the paddock, trying his hardest to make sense of his feelings. Was a casual relationship with you what he wanted? He wanted so much more than that.

Lewis knew, deep down in his heart, that he wanted to hold your hand in public, and kiss you right on the lips in front of everyone when you shared a podium. He wanted to be able to call you his, to not just spend the night with you, but to spend all his days with you. But you didn't want that.

Or so he thought.

♥︎☾☁︎

Back at the hotel, Lewis busied himself with working out, trying to push all his frustrations out via the workout. He knew that you were going to turn up in the night, and he looked so damn forward to seeing you each night, but god, he hated it when you left in the morning. Every morning when your warm body slipped out from under the sheet, his arms would tighten for a moment, before your giggle would bring him back to reality and he'd hastily draw back, smiling at you. His favourite moment was when he came to your hotel room in Spain. In the morning, he had woken up before you, and before leaving, he had pressed a little kiss to your forehead. The most gorgeous smile had curled onto your lips, and his heart had melted into a little puddle when you rested your cheek on his hand

And then in Monaco, when he had taken you to his apartment, you had woken up before him, and he had woken up to the sight of you bringing a tray of pancakes and fruits, followed by a soft kiss to his cheek.

It was those moments he cherished, but it was those same moments that confused him.

His train of thought was broken when a knock echoed in the room, as he walked over to the door, opening it to find : you

"Hey" you greeted him, walking in and shedding your jacket. "Hey" he replied, reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat off of his body. "Wow um, is this a bad time?" You asked, eyes trailing down his abs, watching as his body glistened in the fading sun light. "No its fine, I just finished my workout. You hungry?" He continued, biting back a smirk when he saw your eyes roaming his body.

"W-what? Yeah, i, um, suppose - yeah" you murmured, mind already far down the gutter.

"For food darling, not for sex" he said, making you blush and let out a small gasp. "Lewis!" You chided, shoving him softly. "You know you were thinking it" he mumbled, pushing you up against the wall. "Yeah I was" you whispered back, yanking him forward by his shoulders, slamming your lips against his.

Lifting you up from the waist, he pressed his body further into yours, one of his hands wandering down to your ass, squeezing harshly, earning a moan from your lips. Taking the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you let your core grind against him.

Leading you towards the bed, he stopped in confusion when you stopped him, maneuvering him towards the balcony. "Want you to fuck me against the window or in the balcony" you gasped out, earning a moan from him.

"Right where anyone could see us, hmm? Didn't know you were into that baby" he growled, grabbing your earlobe in between his teeth, earning an airy gasp from you, as the wetness threatened to seep down your legs.

"Mmhmm" was all you could muster, your mind so clouded with desperation you couldn't form a single coherent thought. The only thing you were aware of was that only Lewis could make you feel the pleasure you wanted to feel, only he would take you to that little piece of heaven, only he would hold your hand and fuck you into oblivion, and he would still be there to clean you down with a sponge softly.

"If you insist"

Grabbing you roughly, he slammed your body against the massive hotel room window, ripping the mercedes team shirt you were wearing off of your quivering form, letting it drop to the floor, before he hooked his fingers into the material of your jeans, tugging the denim down your legs

With a soft groan, you pulled his nike shorts down his legs, moaning when his cock came into view, the throbbing in between your legs making you whimper, arousal and need growing tenfold in your tummy.

"Please" you whispered, meeting his eyes, so he could see the pure desperation in your eyes. "Please what?" He said, a certain roughness you hadn't heard before creeping into his voice

"Please fuck me" you moaned, gasping when he brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. "Oh trust me doll, i will. But first, i want to have you dripping wet and ready for me. I want to make you cum on my fingers, so you're wet and ready for my cock. Do you want my fingers princess?" he continued, feeling his arousal grow when you whimpered and whined.

"Words baby girl. Or I'll just leave you here with your pathetic fingers. I bet you can't even reach all those spots inside you that make you scream, when your tiny little fingers try to please yourself. I bet you just feel like sinking into yourself, but the thought of my fingers keeps you awake. Do you do that, sweet girl? Do you pretend your fingers are mine when you're touching yourself, hmm?'

When you didn't answer, he delivered a smack to your ass, groaning when you moaned at the pleasurable sting. "Yes" you whispered abashed.

"Don't be shy baby. Its okay. I know you feel so good when I love on you. I can see it when you scream my name" and with that, his pointer finger began circling your clit, rubbing circles around it before shifting so he was rubbing the sensitive bud directly.

Your moans of ecstasy were music to his ear, a smile gracing his features, as he let his middle finger slip into you, thrusting it in and out of you. Your soft cry of "fuck" cracked when he shoved his pointer into you as well, scissoring them in and out of you

"Oh fucking hell Lew-" "Shh my darling, i didn't say you could talk, did I?" He said, fingers working at an indescribably quick pace, as the knot in your tummy tightened and threatened to loosen. "I'm gonna-" "go ahead baby" he murmured, using his pointer and thumb to pinch your clit roughly, as you came around his fingers with a scream

"Good girl. You wanna put that pretty little mouth to use somewhere else?" he asked, watching as you dropped to your knees eagerly, (just like I would do irl) reaching up to rest your hands on his hips.

"Someone's eager to suck my cock hmm? Be a good girl for me, and don't waste time" he ordered, a shudder running down his body when your nails traced the veins on his cock, and then as they reached downwards, your thumb circling his tip, collecting his pre cum on your finger. Then you shoved your thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, before sucking softly on your digit, rolling your eyes back. You were snapped back to reality when Lewis roughly yanked your head up, pure arousal clouding his pupils

"You better use your mouth right now, or i swear i will leave you here alone to pleasure yourself" he threatened, moaning when you took his tip into your mouth at once, sucking softly before swirling your tongue upwards.

The feel of your tongue on him made him buck his hips into your mouth, the unexpected movement pushed him quite far back in your mouth, looking up at him, you hollowed out your cheeks, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth, the sounds he was making above you fuelling you. You took him as far back as you could without gagging, as a strangled moan of "Fuck Y/N!"left his lips. He grabbed your hair, tugging upwards, the tingling on your scalp sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Fuck baby, you're gonna have to stop now, I really want to fuck you now" he growled out, pulling you up before pushing you towards to balcony railing

Lining up with your entrance, he watched as you let out a shaky breath, eyes falling shut, as you clenched in anticipation.

"Are you sure you want this Y/N?" he asked, eyes searching your face for any sign that he was being too rough, or that you didn't want what was coming next

"Turning your head around to face him, you pulled him in for a passionate kiss. "I've never been more sure baby" was your affirming reply.

Kissing you back with the same fervour, he slowly pushed into you from behind, the both of you groaning in sync when your walls enveloped him. "fuck you feel so good darling. So fucking tight" lewis moaned, making you moan as well as the pleasure coursed through your veins.

Reaching around you, Lewis rubbed your clit while he continued to snap his hips against yours, making your breasts bounce against your chest, your hands gripping the balcony railing for dear life. Thank god it was dark.

He continued to rub and pinch you clit, before swiping his fingers through your wet folds. Then he shoved his fingers into your mouth, prompting you to suck on them

"Be an angel and suck on my fingers for me" he growled, moaning when your mouth eagerly closed around his fingers, sucking them with fervour.

Snapping his hips into you desperately, his hands encircled your waist, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, swishing his fingers around in your mouth. "Fuck baby thats it, i'm gonna cum" he groaned, capturing your earlobe in between his teeth, moaning when you clenched down on him again

"Oh fucking hell-" with a moan, he came into you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to rub your clit again, sighing with satisfaction when you came around him with a scream of "Lewis!"

Panting, he dragged you back to the bed, both of you collapsing into the covers.

Your chest rising and falling rapidly, you curled up into his chest, letting your head droop onto his shoulder, as his fingers traced his initials onto your hip.

"Well princess, we seem to have a problem here" he said, as you snapped your head up to look at him in confusion.

"I think i'm in love with you"

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A/N - part 2? Also feel free to drop a comment, i'd really appreciate it 🤍 thank you so much for reading 🤍

[prideraiised]

"Well, maybe don't hold yourself to the standards of the big three until you're actually in second year. You've still got a lot of growing to do!~" He says happily with a coo, patting her head softly as if to drive home his point.

"But I try my best to keep in contact with the heroes I've worked with! I pride myself on my social skills, and even if I'm just the brat who ate their food for a week, staying in touch is always good right? It's a little taxing, but I also try my best to do internships after school hours. In my first year, I worked with Best Jeanist after the sports festival and we got along pretty well, so on my Sunday's I go down to his agency and do some work there. Stuff like that. U.A students always forget, but even if we're the best of the best we are still students. The three years we have here are for learning before anything else, it only makes sense that we take every opportunity we can scrape up right? Still, I wouldn't be so sure about the All Might thing...he seems pretty fond of you guys to me~"

He says it casually, but Ace knows full well that what he's implying is an outright draconian workload. Spending the one day off they get a week doing more work is either commitment or masochism, either way the people who know him would say it's too much. That was fine though, she didn't need to know that little detail. Hell, maybe leaving it out would serve to inspire her a little.

"Still, in regards to the support course...I'm sure Eraserhead has told you this already, but the hero industry is pretty cutthroat. More often than not there's a good chance your peers will be trying to climb over you, and that you're doing the same to them. That said, it's not like there isn't a reliable option for finding a partner to have your back. U.A don't hammer it home nearly as much as I think they should, but forming a good relationship with the support course now can only benefit you in the future....so, that's what we're here for! I'm gonna put in a good word for you with my partner!"

A pause.

"Ah, just to warn you. He's the support courses version of Bakugo...actually, depending on who you ask he might be worse. Okiedokie, lets go!"

And without giving her even close to enough time to brace herself for that, Ace walks into one of the labs.

As he moves to begin a trek down the hallway, Ochako obediently follows, jogging slightly to catch up until they are walking in tandem with each other. Her hands are clasped behind her back and she listens carefully, eager to drink in all of the wisdom her senior can offer her. After all, this is part of what this exercise had been about - to learn and get to know the people you would be working alongside some day. And exchanging such knowledge among piers is a way of building trust and connection.

She isn't normally one to keep to herself, always easygoing. So she looks at him curiously, expectantly, and waits until he offers words for her to make mental notes of.

❝ I saw that when working with Hado-senpai when I was interning with Ryūkyū. It's like they've become sidekicks already, ❞ she muses thoughtfully, finger appearing under her chin as she thinks aloud. Her observations pause when she realises where they are and her brows furrow in confusion. She's not surprised to see a few of the students of the lab nodding their heads in greeting or calling out his name, but he continues to act coolly as though none of it gets to his head.

The idea of spreading their wings more is something that all of their teachers have encouraged so far. But how does one maintain a balance of creating new connections and keeping up with old ones?

❝ Do you still keep in touch with heroes you worked with previously? Like the ones from your first year? ❞ Ochako asks. She doesn't feel like she should give up on those. ❝ Working with Gunhead and Ryūkyū would be great still. But I also want to try working with Thirteen if I ever get the opportunity. It's a big ambition for a First Year, but we get to work with All Might, so it might be possible! ❞

Ochako stops her excitement after she finishes speaking about the Symbol of Peace and glances around their current location a little more. ❝ Why are we in the Support Course area, senpai? ❞

[manofmanymons]

Survive cast meeting the cyber sleuth cast you know so far

I am just imagining that Shuuji would have an impossible time looking at Kyoko. He feels like the kinda guy who would feel that if he didn't hold aggressive eye contact the whole time, he would be committing a crime. She would definitely tease him for it.

Also RIP to any of these kids who has a crush on anyone while in her presence cuz she's gonna notice ToT

Repeat of that one wrathful route scene where the kids are trying to pretend that the professor's cooking is fine bc they don't wanna offend him only for Takuma be like EW but this time it's with Kyoko's coffee.

Aiba's just internally like "I haven't endured this coffee for this long for you just to come in here and shamelessly react that way wtf"

I am accusing Shuuji of being an old-person-befriender and getting along with Matayoshi

ALSO I JUST REMEMBERED I have talked with a mutual about how funny it would be to see him and Date interact. I can only imagine him being afraid of her.

Man I don't know if even Minoru can handle how energetic Nokia is. Although she and Aoi are both Defenders of Cute Things so I'm sure they'd get along even if Nokia would probably make Aoi feel a little freaked out at first. She'd get along better with the girls than the boys, that's for sure. I don't think she should be allowed near Ryo and Kaito she would just bully them ToT

Maybe Takuma would be safe.

Remembering how Survive Agumon kept picking up random things and asking if they were food, CS Agumon (and Gabumon) would insist on another food tour (while Nokia casually calls Yuuko and asks her to save her wallet).

Speaking of Yuuko. For one thing I think she would remind Saki a little of Aoi and they would totally get along. I bet Saki would INSIST on her trying Aoi's cooking (she would also help, ofc). Maybe also draft Ryo into helping. For another thing—

Yuugo 🤝 Miyuki

I'm not even gonna elaborate

I feel like I keep accusing Kaito of being a main character magnet but also you can't tell me it wouldn't be fun seeing him and Aiba hang out. The could both cause AND solve so many problems together. Also imagine

Takuma: Isn't that...illegal?

Aiba: I remember when I used to worry about those things...

I think any and all of the Survive cast would have q u e s t i o n s about what having a half-cyber body is like

*points at Miu, Minoru, and Arata* nerd gang nerd gang nerd gang

The question is can Arata cope with having these kids unironically think he's cool jsjdjrj he keeps waiting for the part where they make fun of him for being a dork or say something about his attitude but it just doesn't come and he's like "WHAT is happening right now"

(Meanwhile considering all the time they spent with Shuuji, Ryo, and Kaito, Arata's bad attitude doesn't even register to them)

Minoru @ Arata BUT ALSO Arata @ Minoru (in their heads): holy shit he's like a real life comic character

Totally random other thought but like I'm not saying that Miu would weaponize Nokia's loud nosiness to mess with her brother, but—

I think Fei and Ryo would be friends.

Just remembered Jimiken exists. Aoi would, with 0 offense intended, ask him if he's a Kiss cover band. He would take offense.

Kaito, about Suedou: so that guy definitely looks evil, yeah? And his behavior is kinda suspicious?

Everyone else: I don't know what you're talking about

Kaito: why do I even try

I know I said a similar thing about data squad too but

CS gang: whoa your partners are half of your soul?

Survive gang: whoa so many of you have more than one partner how does that even work?

Both groups I'd imagine would be really fascinated by how the other's version of digimon work. Like it would be genuinely baffling to the Survive kids how anyone could mistake a digimon for a computer program but things really are just Different. And even the cs characters who know digimon are living breathing things might still be surprised by the concept of a fated partner.

Especially Aiba and their million digimon.

(I mean I know you can recruit free digimon in survive but it's not...quite the same)

...Survive kids would totally all be on board with Nokia's digimon defense squad ksjsnd