#i shouldnt be allowed to think in bed

[ganondoodle]

i went to bed very late last night an had a very weird botw2 dream that i still remember and now im gonna make it your problem;

weirdly enough it was a supposedly "botw2 leak" and i remember i found the video and wanted to show it to my lil brother after realizing what i just saw, and it was in a VOD of some sort of gaming convention so i had to skip through streamers talking until i found it and this is how it went:

first there was a shot of naydra flying while being corrupted again, but this time they didnt seem to mind and just had some malice blobs stuck to them but the color was normal still

then there was a shot of link paragliding over a canyon of sorts, following naydra, he shot at them and then, somehow pulled out a spear while still in the air and threw it at them

but instead of being freed or sth naydra just went poof and disappeared

a cutscene played where the cam panned over to the lanayru mountain and its peak started to glow like when zelda contacts you in botw

next shot there was a weird sheikah tech contraption it looked like this (link was also there but not doing anything)

a cutscene with the thing in the middle starting to glow (link is there)

then it emitted a weird ball of lines that i read as electricity being restored (to where????) (also link is there)

and it expanded outward until it disappeared (link is gone)

next shot of two character kissing, i dont remember anything besides the bg being super lit up and them having different skin tones

then it changes to an interview with i guess like the maker of the game but it was just some guy in a suit in a gaming convention place but it seemed like he was in a rush like when ppl try to ask celebreties questions when they are on the red carped

and the only thing he said was ".. he just wants to fuk-" (somehow this was about ganondorf, idk how)

then it cut to various slides of promotional material that went super fast and i could only read and remember these

and, i kid you not, THIS ONE

then it just cut to a weird new reptile enemy that had bright yellow stripes and sat on one of the new iwaroks

thats the last thing i remember.

[neioo]

haha. take that myself i sketched out the next page

[lordsardine]

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[girlwithwolftatoo]

I think the other anon meant a heated argument or a fight between couples kind of fight if not please can you do one I want to read that🤤🤤

Lunar eclipse brought my inner panda out and we're ready for AWOOGA!

Marc Spector:

*"Look, Marc, I -This is over, okay? Don't talk to me, just leave me alone" you shut the door closed and walk towards your bedroom, your head feels like it's been in a pressure cooker and you just want to rest and forget all the discussion with your man.

*You undress and get ready for a shower, it always helps you to relax and, if you need to, cry a little and clean your face at the moment. And maybe because you were so inmerse in setting the bathroom stuff you didn't hear the key opening the front door of your place.

*At the time you're soaping yourself, a hand slides the shower screen/courtain and before you can do anything, Marc pins you against the tiles. "What are you doing? I said I don't want to see you-!" you shout at him.

*There's thise look in Marc's eyes you can't always tell if its slightly murderous or simply intense. You try to push him back but he grabs your hips and pulls you into a kiss. You struggle, but let's be honest, this man is irresistible, and he knows how to make you weak on the knees.

*Marc has no patience tonight since you made him grow so angry. He fingers you still pressed against the wall, admiring the water pouring on your body. He lifts you and uses one leg to keep you in place while he pounds into you, pulling your hair back to leave your neck and chest exposed so he can have his way with them. You can even hear him growl into your ear, his cock deep buried in you, and you hold onto his shoulders to not fall.

*You still want some revenge, so you scratch his back so rough the water actually makes him hiss when it touches the damaged skin, but you're loving this. You like when he's like that, because you know that, in the end, even in his worst moments, he'll turn back to be the tender lover you know he truly is.

Steven Grant:

*Poor meow meow gets overwhelmed anytime you have the smallest issue, and today you really look angry, but -he didn't meant to bother you, he wanted you to be fine! Steven leaves the place just giving some final words because he can't take this atmosphere anymore: "I just hope that- once you calm down, we can actually talk and... dunno, maybe you can see what I'm trying to say, (Y/N), bye"

*Hey he didn't say "laters gators", OMG he's really angry.

*Either you or him give the first step to conceal. Perhaps you do it at the same time. You slide to the bedroom, carrying a metaphorical pipe of peace in the form of a cup of tea, and you're about to open the door when Steven does the same. "(Y/N)!" "Steven, I-!" "I'm sorry, I didnt-!" "I'm so sorry, I shouldnt-!" "No no please, let me explain -" "No, please, I just..."

*You hug each other and you begin to kiss him on the cheek. He does the same and before you can notice, you're devouring each other's lips. Steven keeps trying to apologize but you don't allow him, that's nothing that matter now, and you end up rolling on the bed.

*It's difficult to tell if Steven's performance is driven either by arousal or guilt, but he's even more passionate than usual tonight. He even tops without you asking him to do it, and gets sure you receive most of the pleasure with all his will and skills. Oh and as a plus, his moans are cuter than ever.

*You can't simply be angry with him forever, specially after the way he fucked you tonight. He's tired and shivering when he lays on the bed, and you play with his hair and rest your head on his chest. Perhaps he may try to bring the topic back, but you shush him quick. "It's okay, Steven, let's forget it... you were right, and I'm sorry for shouting at you like that" "No, I- I'm sorry, my love, I didn't think of your opinion before-" "Forget it, Steven, I'm not angry anymore"

Jake Lockley:

*Yes, this guy can put you on nerves easily and in a lot of ways. Unfortunately this one has overpassed your limits and you really want to punch his nasty face, so you walk pass him, open the front door and command "Get the hell out of here, Jake, now"

*After some seconds in which he squints his eyes to you, he approaches the door. "We'll talk once you come back to your sane" you say as farewell words... but he pushes the door close and stares at you. "What the-? Lockley, I said I want you out!"

*He wrinkles his nose, a vicious grimace on his face, and grabs your arms to force you to him. You are so heated yet for the discussion you fight back and even get to slap him, but he doesn't seem surprised for that. Then, he pushes you to the floor with all his strenght.

*I hope you didn't really like that blouse because Jake rips it off without hesitation, using his weight to avoid any form of escape from you. He cups and plays with your tits, grunting and gasping in your ear. "You think you can be like that to me, muñeca? Gotta teach you some manners"

*At this point if you pull his hair or scratch him or whatever, he treats it as arousal fuel. He may take you to the couch or a table or even the nearest corner because he isn't fussy, and undresses you with one hand while he holds your wrists with the other. He presses his hips on yours, happy to make you notice his growing bulge. "I love when you're in fighting mood, bonita, me pones muy duro".

*Yeah, you may be still angry but you can't deny he knows what he's doing. He reaches your sweet spot, he nibbles the back of your neck, he rubs your clit until you're crying for the overstimulation, and he says the dirtiest yet more tasty things in your ear while doing it. "So, muñequita... are you ready to apologize?" he groans while his seed runs through your swollen thighs "Or you need a second round?"

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Deal Part Three

Summary: august doesn't know how to lose.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Slight Smut, Mentioned Threesomes, M/M, M/F/M, poly relationship, Toys, Seduction, Dom Sub, BDSM, Praise Kink, Swearing.

August hummed running a finger back and forth on the rim of his glass as he watched the screen,you were on the bed rocking onto your new toy like crazy.

"She really does this everyday?" Clark asked from beside him with a frown, but august could see the kid was turned on, licking and biting his lip as you fucked yourself desperately with your new vibrator.

"Everyday, for a week now..." august hummed twisting his chair to and fro flicking his gaze from the subby on screen to the soon to be sub sat beside him.

"... am i? Am i not enough?" Clark asked tentatively blinking at agaust in a way that made the agent smile smugly.

"Its not that kid, shes gone without playing our game for soo long she forgot how addictive it is, how much she needs it" he explained.

"Needs? Have... i mean shes missed it?" Clark uttered feeling less confident in his ability to satisfy you by the second.

"Probably not, well not untill our little experiment"

"Why?" Clark asked still not understanding

"Being a sub is... more then just sex, subs need to submit its therapeutic for them... when in a scene they just let themselves go, all worry and stress disappear. All they need to do is live in the moment and obey" august began slowly as he stopped swaying his chair and faced clark head on pinning him with a look.

It was there, the curiosity. Good. Its what he hoped for, it was why he'd called clark there to 'catch up'

It was time to make his move, top the man of steel whilst having you making your own little porno in the background to help things along.

"So she cant truly relax without it?" Clark muttered still unaware of the agents motives.

"In a sense yes. She craves being dominated, its as natural to her as being a goody two shoes is for you" august purred placing his drink on the glass computer table fendingnoff a smirk as clark took the bait.

"Hey! Im not a goody two shoes-" the kryptonian grunted offended.

But august was prepared, he'd planned this meeting meticulously and his anwser rolled off his tongue with a laugh.

"Your thirty five years old and have absolutly no run ins with the law, no parking fines no speeding tickets hell you never even had a single detention in your entire shcool life! Or have you handed in an assignment or book report in late"

"But i killed a man- i took a life" clark tried to argue but was waed off with another laugh.

"Zod was no man, he was a fucking alien... no offence, you took a life to save billions... so its not really making you a badass"

"Lazer vision is pretty badass..." clark huffed slumping back in his seat now looking like a classic putig brat.

"Oh? Is my litttle clark sulking?" August cooed gravely voice making clark pause at the sultry tone... he must be hearing things.

"Im not sulking! And im not your anything!" Clark growled snapping at the agent.

"Behave yourself!" August growled leveling him with a look, and couldnt help smirk again as clark shut himself up and flushed.

Your desperate cries called out over the moniter as you rutting onto the toy the wet sounds adding to the scene.

Clark flushed finalky turning away from august making the agent preen. Oh he had him in the palm of his hand already~

"Good boy. You are arent you? A very good boy clark- the best" august purred leaning forward gazing at the younger man with a cheshire grin, that only grew wider as clark flushed brighter and shuddered.

"I.. err well yes" clark panted shiftingnin his seat tryingmto keep his eyes on the screen as you wailed and yelped trying to draw out a climax.

"Oh whats this? Your going all shy on me? Tell me is it because i called you a good boy~ do you like praise clark?" Augusut grinned leaning closer still to the now frozen younger male

"N-no its err... i should go-" clark started shuffljng backwards needing to get out of here, because it was true. He loved praise especially in the bedroom, he loved being told how good he was.

August purringnat him whilst he eyes were fixed on you rollingnaroundnin bed toying yourslef into a sexual frenzie was... making him think of thingsnhe probably shouldnt.

"No. Sit, stay... thats it, theres nothing to be embarrassed about, many powerful men enjoy being praised" August growled latching onto clarks arms holding them to the arms of the seat.

"Being taken care of, told what to do~" august purred standing befor the mighty man of steel leaning close to his face.

Clark gulped but didnt move back, he didnt pull away like he should have.

Instead he eyed augusts lips, clark had the overwhelming urge to.aste them.

It confused him, he'd never ever dabbled in same sex relationships, never experimented. Never shared a woman with another before that fatefull night.

But for some reason august was apealing, drawing clark in. August was apble to overpower him, not physically but he commanded obedience.

August held a dangerous cocksure demeanor that clark rarely saw.

"Is that what you want? Clark~ do you want to be controlled and praised just once? More then once?" August hummed dippjng closer and closer, clark couldnt help tipp his head up.

"Y/n is always such a brat. Just look at her, desperately trying to fuck herself into a coma, despite knowing we hadnt allowed her to touch her pussy" august pulled the pffice chair clark was sat in to closer to him, making the kryptonian drown in his scent, the cologne and sweet arousal that was alreading sworling arohnd him.

Clark swallowed dryly, unsure what was happeningnto him, the sounds of yu moaning a crying ot so sweetly, the praise and authority radiating off august in waves.

It was the same dominant aura and comanding deep voice that had made crks cock twitch in both threesomes they had indulged.

Clark had tried denying it at the time, convincing himslef he was cuaght up in the erotic forbidden act. It was just a thrill of the moment thing. It didnt bmean he wanted the older dominating alpha male and all his bravado.

August grinned shifting forward again filling clarks vision, for a human auguast was large, almost as large as he was.

"Sure she'll listen when she feels like it but... I can't help thinking she needs a role model..." clark hummed absentmidely nodding agreeing falling further into his own haze.

"Someone else to show her how she should behave... someone who will get rewarded for being soo good... maybe a good boy?" August purred finally taking the plunge and weaving jis way around the man. His words coiling around the younger male ensnareing him in his carefully constructed web of teasing words.

Clakr gasped as his chin was captured by the agent forcing him to look him in the eye.

"Would you like that clark? Do you want to be not just a good boy, but my good boy-our good boy?" The words hung in the air, winding the man of steel.

"W-what?" He stuttered tryingnto fathom what the older man meant. But couldnt deny the excitment in his gut.

Did he mean it? Would he really include clark in this kink? Make it official and let these forbidden threesomes continue?

"Oh dont play coy, i know what your thinking~ its natural to be curious, just think we could all be one~" august whispered movjng his thumb over clarks bottom lip.

"We could all play together and all get what we need." He purred smirking as clark gave all the right signs, eyes wide, pupils blown wide shifting in his seat as he cock rose, curtesy of both his praise and the loud wanton moans from you bringing yourslef to the edge of rapture yet again.

"You get the praise and love of a little brat, and a strict dom, y/n gets a role model, a dom and keeps her life partner" august listed shifting on his feet again reeling clark in with low coos full of promise.

The agent curled his hand, cupping clarks cheek coaxing him closer luring his face closer.

"A-And you?" Clark dared to utter, feeling both excited, anxious and overwhelmed, he wanted nothing but to jump at the chance, but was frightened at the same time.

He would admit he'd been a little jealous of all the praise you'd got from august in both encounters.

Closingnhis eyes imagining it was him! That the older influential man had been calljng him a good boy, had been teling him how impressed he was, how proud he was!

Clark was embarrassed and had quickly shook away the desperate thoughts. He wasnt gay, why would he have such thoughts?

He summarised he was just too needy and had gone without. You told him how brilliant and big he was, how sexy and strong and fantastic he is in the bedroom but... with august it was different.

The older male praised down at him! Cooing and fussing at him in a different way. Treated him like a sub and clark liked it. Probably too mucn.

"I get the little brat i've been missing and a very very good boy"

"So what do you say, do you want to let go? Be free and experience things you'd only dreamt of?" August preened keeping clarks attention fixed on him asmhe manipulated him, august had noticed clark had a praise kink.

A weakness. A need who was august to pass up useing the little kink to get the subby he wanted~

"I...I'm..." clark hesitated looking passed august to you on the screen who was digging around beside your bed looking for something.

"All you have to do is say the words clark, just say yes sir and you can have all the pleasure and praise you could ever hope for~ both you and y/n we could make this permanent"

"See look? Just watch, y/n needs her dom, needs to be tamed again we could do it clark... you can show her how to be good again~" august breathed over clarks cheek side steppjng him to reveal the screen.

And clark did look, groaning as he saw that you had rolled over and was straddling a different suction cup dildo stuck to a little hand mirror face up on the bed slapping your own ass as you bounced frantically.

"Just say those words and we can help her together" august hummed into his ear like the devil on his shoulder, tempting him

Clark gasped feeling augusts breath on his neck, his wisters ghosting the delicat skin.

Then in a bold move the older man pressed a soft feather light kiss to the kryptonian's neck.

And it worked

"I... y-yes, can we? Please sir" clark breathed out stuttering and jumbling his words unable to hold back his pleading.

"Good boy clark~ such a good seet boy you are~ i knew it, knew youd be brave enough, you've made me soo proud" august showered him with praise biting off a victorious grin.

Clark mewled closingnhis eyes for a second beaming a smile feeling this strange relaxation take over, suddenly he felt free, and small.

It was a feeling he craved, being the strongest all the time was a heavy burden to bare, now he could feel powerless for once.

August chuckled and pressed another kiss to clark this time on his cheek making the younger male's cheeks glow.

August couldnt get enough, the power trip of having the man of steel under his command was far to intoxicating.

"Now why dont you go get our little brat and we can tie her up and show her that good subby's get rewards" august prompted him stepping around clark completely letti g himstand up.

Clark nodded and shot off out onto the balcony and leapt into the sky eagwr to please his new dom and do as he was told.

August took his seat agin wrappjng his fingers around his glass of scotch and raised the glass to the screen that now had both his subs onscreen, as clark wrangled you into his arms wrapping the bedsheet arohnd you.

"Mission accomplished" he hummed smirking as clark wrapped you in your soiled bedsheet before you both disappeared off screen.

He stood and knocked back the last of his drink and padded across the pent house heading to the play room just as he heard both of hos little subs land and enter his home.

[xoxo-teddybear]

These Hands that Hold Me - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, small angst, cursing

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Request: Could you write a Bakugou x FemReader fluff based on the idea that Bakugou has sweaty hands (because of his quirk) and is really self conscious about it because people have brought it up in the past. But the reader really wants to hold hands with him on the way home from U.A.

His hands. In his mind, they were the greatest thing about him. His hands are the ones that allow him to keep his loved ones safe. His hands are the ones that allow him to reach out to grab his favorite things. His hands allow him to push away idiots and move forward. His hands are also the source of his quirk, one of the things he’s most proud of. They also allow him to hold onto you, his girlfriend and teddy bear, and keep you protected.

However they are what makes him insecure. Usually, Katsuki couldn’t care less about what people thought of him. But this was different. This was you. He wanted to impress you so bad. You had only been dating for 2 months, but you both had been close friends early on before, so you thought Katsuki had opened up to you about everything already, but this was one thing that has yet to be said.

As your relationship grew, you of course got clingier. Who wouldn’t want to be completely loved and secure in the arms of their loving boyfriend. Good thing for Katsuki, since you only started dating, you were ok with just holding onto his hand. But that was the problem, he always avoided doing it.

—

It was a beautiful day and you and Katsuki had just finished all your classes. You both had no scheduled training today so you decided a movie night back in his dorms would be the go to. As you walked side by side, you wanted to get closer to him, so like any girlfriend would, you reached out to hold onto his hand. You were subtle about it though. You glided your hand across his and gave gentle nudges as you moved closer next to him. This made Katsuki stiffen and he started to walk faster ahead of you.

“C’mon dumbass, we gotta get there quicker. Keep up.” He said without looking back at you.

You sighed before an idea came to mind.

“You know~ I could keep up with you if I just held onto your hand. It would keep me in the same pace as you Suki!” As you subtly reached for his hand, he saw and put it in his pocket.

“If you need to depend on someone else just to keep up the pace on a walk, then you gotta work a little harder on your stamina, princess.” He said while walking.

“Right...of course. My bad.” You said as you looked down and walked with your own hands interlocked behind your back. Bakugou saw this and couldn’t help but feel bad, but this was too embarrassing. His hands were so sweaty due to his quirk, what if you did it once and never wanted to again. He would love to hold your hand, but if there was a possibility of you never wanting to be in his grasps, that would wreck him.

So you both continued your walk to the dorms, but once you made it in and he started walking to his room, he noticed you weren’t following.

“Hey, Princess? Where you going? Dorm’s this way.” He said while pointing to his room’s direction.

“Umm, yeah Suki, I’m not feeling the greatest, so I’m just gonna head back to my room.” You said with a soft look on your face.

“Oh. Well, I could go with you and help take care of you if you aren’t feeling the bes-“ you cut him off before he could continue.

“No! Uh..no thank you, Katsuki. I’ll be fine, I just..gotta go. Uhm..yea,” you said the last sentence while giving him a peck to the cheek and walking off.

Katsuki only watched you go in sadness and when you were out of sight, he went to his own dorm and flopped on his bed.

“UGHHHH you idiot...just let her, hold your, hand!” He said while banging his head into the mattress. He’s not dumb, he knows you’re not sick or anything. You were upset because he wouldn’t even give you the slightest touch, but he still wanted to spend time with you. He texted you and asked if you were feeling ok to which you just replied with “👍.”

He only sighed at the message and decided he should sleep this off, but during his dream...things happened.

Katsuki walked up to you but you only laughed as he tried to reach out to you. You made fun of him and walked away saying you guys were done. His world was collapsing and you were disappearing. Katsuki fell into a dark world as he heard your voice say such negative things.

“We’re done Bakugou!”

“I hate you.”

“You always neglected me!”

“I DONT LOVE YOU!”

On that last shriek, Katsuki tossed and turned before waking up in a cold sweat. He tried to catch his breath as he came to the realization.

“Just a nightmare, Katsuki. She still loves you.” Bakugou panted out. He lied back down in bed and thought about it.

‘She loves you....and she won’t judge you for whatever. So in the morning, make it up to her.’ He thought to himself.

“Make it up to Teddy Bear.” He said as he closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.

—

In the morning, Katsuki got ready and ran out of his room looking for you. It was a school day and the class was about to have breakfast. He saw you standing with Mina and Jirou and quickly ran up to you and grabbed your hand.

“You’re coming with me.” He said and ran off with you, hand in hand.

“Wait where are we go- WOAH!” You said before he dashed through the hallways and dragged you back into the direction of your room.

As you looked down, you saw your hands intertwined. It made you blush as you ran but you smiled nonetheless. As you made it into your room, he locked the door and you finally questioned him.

“Suki? What’s going on?” You said as you fixed your now winded hair.

“Get dressed teddy bear, we’re having the whole day to ourselves.” Bakugou said with a smile.

“Huh? Suki I know you’re not dumb, but you do know we have school right?” You said as you looked at him with suspicion.

“Y/N, we’re perfect students. We can miss one day of class. We’ll be fine, I promise.” He said, but you still gave him a look with an unsure face. So he went up to you, grabbed your hands, and kissed your knuckles.

“We’ll be fine, Teddy Bear.” He said with a soft smile as he stared you in the eyes.

“....Ok then.” You said smiling back. You pecked his lips and got ready. Once you both were set, you walked out the dormitory and headed towards wherever.

“Hey Suki, where’re we going?” You asked him as you once again walked hand in hand. It was obvious he had a clear blush on his face and was a little nervous, but he still walked on with confidence.

“Well, I was thinking maybe your favorite ice cream parlor, walk around the outlet and shop or maybe just do that thing that you girls do and say “this is cute” to everything,” he snickered, “and then I was thinking a little lunch and end it off with a date at the park at sunset.”

“Sounds amazing.” You said with serenity.

“With you, always.” He said while looking at you.

So now you and Bakugou have been having your little day together. Running around the city, getting your favorite ice cream, a little shopping and some more food. He even brought you to see the puppies in the pet shop. That was your favorite part of your day, until this happened.

As you and Bakugou walked down the street hand in hand, you guys held small talk and laughed.

“So..I’m allowed to hold your hand now, I see.” You said while teasing the blushing boy. He only looked away and squeezed your palm tighter as he spoke.

“Dumbass, I would’ve let you if I-“ but he was cut off by an officer.

“Hey! You two! You look like students. Shouldnt you be in school?” One of the two officers said.

“Uhhh...” you and Bakugou froze up as you made eye contact with each other.

“Heyyy...wait a minute. You’re Katsuki Bakugou and Y/N L/N. You guys are top students at UA! And you’re skipping?!” The other officer said.

As you and Bakugou began to babble over your words, the officer who first spoke up cut you off and said..

“Sorry kids, but you’re coming with us.” He said as he reached out to grab you guys, but before he could Bakugou grabbed onto your hand again and ran off.

“Sorry! But you guys are NOT messing up my date!” He said as he ran with you. He took a bunch of twists and turns as the officers chased you both, until he came up with a plan. Running down a dark alleyway, he took a breath, and looked at you.

“Hold onto me, Teddy Bear.” He said with a smirk.

“Suki! What are we doing!?” You said with shock.

“We’re going to our final stop Princess, so just trust me.” He said as he pulled you in. You hesitantly agreed before you wrapped your arms around his neck. With that, he blasted off into the sky, but not before screaming at the cops once more.

“Later!”

The view from the sky was gorgeous, especially as the pink sky and setting sun settled in. This truly was an amazing day. As Bakugou kept on flying throughout the air, you saw a park come into view. As he landed, he brought you to a hill where a picnic blanket with all your favorite sweets and desserts were settled. The blanket was also covered with candles and roses, with the shade of a beautiful cherry blossom tree offering a chill spot in the hot weather. It was beautiful.

“Suki? What is all this?” You asked in awe.

“The perfect way to end our date. Cmon.” He said as he pulled you towards the blanket. You both shared sweets, told stories, laughed, and cuddled up. Bakugou sat up against the tree with you in between his legs. You both relaxed in each other’s touch and watched the sun.

“Hey...can I ask you something?” You asked while your head leaned on his shoulder. Bakugou knew what was coming, guess there was no avoiding it now.

“Shoot.” He said, accepting your question.

“It’s not that serious but why was I never allowed to hold your hand before. Like...it kinda made me feel outta place. Made me feel like you didn’t want people to know it was me that you were with.” You explained.

“Princess..I never wanted you to feel that way,” he began as he nudged his head into your neck to comfort you and him. “Of course I want people to know I’m with you, I want the whole world to know that I have the best girlfriend there is, and I don’t want anyone but you.” He explained.

“Guess I’m just kinda insecure.” He said shyly.

“Of what, Suki? You’re amazing, and not to sound ignorant, but there’s so many amazing things about you, it’s hard to see you being insecure about anything.” You replied.

“My hands. They may be the source of my power and they may allow me to do great things like pull you in for hugs,” he said while cuddling into you even more which had you both giggling a little, “but they’re also a big mess. My quirk comes off of the sweat of my palms, I can only imagine how weird it must feel whenever I hold your hand so I tried to avoid it for the longest time. I just didn’t want to push you away Teddy Bear.” He said said a little sadly.

As you stared at him in concern after his little confession, you saw how nervous he looked. It must’ve taken a lot for him to open up that much about an insecurity like that. So to relive him if his worries, you grabbed onto his hands and gave them kisses. You turned to him and peppered his face with kisses too.

“I love everything about you Suki. It’s hard to see any flaws when it comes to you. Whether it be your hands or your big mouth,” you teased, “I love it all. I love you.” You ended with.

Bakugou only looked at you in nothing but love and adoration. He really did have the best girlfriend in the world.

“And I love you Y/N.” He said with a small smile. You both leaned in to share a heart felt kiss that shared both the emotions you were feeling. All the love, relief, and admiration to one another was transferred through a warm kiss. When you both separated from the kiss, you leaned into his chest again and cuddled up once more. As his entire body holds you in his arms, you couldn’t help but fall in love even more or feel even safer than ever before. All this love and feeling.

“All the love in the world in these hands that hold me.” You softly mumbled under your breath to yourself with a smile. You thought it was quiet enough for just you to hear, but Bakugou heard. And he couldn’t help but fall in love with you even more.

A/N: NOT SPELLCHECKED AGAIN, I’m sorry but I’m hope this request was to your liking. Please enjoy and stay tuned for the upcoming series. Just one more request and we’re good to go! 💗🧸

[oilbun]

"It's okay to cry.."

Warnings? No, just fluff and mild angst

Izuku Midoriya x (female) reader

alright, i thought of this on my first day of my cycle, very tired from painkillers trying to stay awake watching mha to come up with this so bear with me. I've fallen in love with this sweet broccoli boy and I just thought this was neat and sweet ;_;

Summary: you get couch ridden with cramps when Izuku arrives home from early patrol.

ao3

Your first day is always the worst. It causes a lot of pain, despite the fact of how ready you were from tracking your cycle. But everytime, with out fail, that first day knocks you out with nausea and pain. Its sometimes a miracle that you get out of bed and make it to your bathroom and living room couch, the pain can be so bad. With heating pad solidly against your hips, blanket huddled around you, you settle into the couch and turn on the tv. Popping pain killers in your mouth and downing with water as you watch the news. Seems they're always talking about Deku, and showing him in action. You cant help but sigh when they show your boyfriend, giving you a glimpse of his scars and bruises. You reach for the remote as your apartment window slides open, causing you to turn your head and see Deku climbing in. He always left and exited that way, guess it was more heroic than the front door.

"Oh, hey you're up" Izuku said, shutting the window behind him.

"Yeah.." you say weakly.

"Are you okay?" Izuku asked, a tired, yet concerned and loving look in his eyes. You shake your head and lift the blanket to show the heating pad.

"Oh no.. you started huh?"

"Yeah.. are you okay? You're uh, kinda bleeding," you say, pointing  to your own cheek to reference the cut on his. He lifts his hand and touches it gently.

"Oh! Yeah I'm fine y/n, always am," he said,  "I'm gonna change out and take care of you, kay?" He kissed the top of your head as you weakly reach up and pet his fluffy green curls before he walks off to your room.

"Okay," you say, watching him go. It was basically a habit, watching Izuku change out of his hero outfit. Not just to catch a glimpse of the muscles that makes you and every other fangirls heart sing, but to notice every scar on his body from his quirk, as well as the fresh injuries from battle. It usually poked at the worry living in the bottom of your stomach, and it wasnt just the cramps. Izuku always gave his all in every fight, in every training session. He'd always been like that from what you remember back in his UA days. The news brings your attention away from Midoriya to talk about the anniversary of All Might's retirement. Izuku walks back into the room in shorts and a t-shirt and catches a glimpse at the tv as well.

"Oh yeah, I guess that is today huh." He said, sitting down next to you. Looking at him, he seemed clearly tired.

"Izuku.." you say dearly.

"I remember.. that's the day I basically was officially passed on All Might's torch.. which was scary.. how do you fill shoes so big..?" He wondered outloud. Being the number one hero has to take a toll on Izuku. Always being called to work of some kind, always fighting, always coming home with new cuts and bruises.

"I just wonder.. if I live up to him.." He said, staring down at his clinched fists.

"Izuku..." you start, "You shouldnt put so much pressure on yourself like that." Once you say that, he sniffles in reply.

"I know.. but I cant help it, as his successor and the number 1 hero right now.. I can't help but think that stuff." He said as tears rolled over the freckles on his cheek.

"Izuku..c'mere.." you said, reaching out to him as he lays his head on your chest, wrapping him in a hug. "Its okay to cry." And there came his waterworks. Sometimes you could tell how much pressure and stress Izuku can put on himself. You think he forgets that even though he's a big shot hero, number 1 even, that he doesnt have to be though all the time. That hes allowed to cry. You pet his hair and shush him quietly as the news shifts topics and melts into background noise.

"Izuku... its okay hun. You shouldn't put so much pressure on youself. You do so much, for everyone and yourself. Don't think that ever goes unappreciated," you say.

"You think?.." he sniffles as his sobs quiet down.

"Of course! The world appreciates you and what you do," you say, lifting his face to lock eyes with his emerald ones that always sparkled when he looked at you.

"Your fans appreciate it too, and I appreciate what you do." Blush dusted under the freckles that kissed Izuku's cheeks.

"I appreciate you y/n," he said lovingly. You canf help but smile at him, he's too adorable for his own good sometimes.

"Just, make sure you come back home from missions in one piece. Not just for me, but for all your fans, and everyone else out there. Okay?" You ask, kissing his forehead.

"I promise." He said. You sigh happily as he rests his head in the crook of your neck as you play with his green curls.

"Izuku, my hero.." when he hears you say this he lifts his head with the most giddy smile on his face and kisses your lips softly but with a drive behind it.

"Your hero.. only yours.." He mumbled on your lips as he pulled away a bit, both of you smiling happily.

[kittydcoxx]

Stay with Me.

KAEYA X READER.

Warnings: light angst/heartbreak but nothing bad (happy ending)

The tavern was as crowded as usual, and by that meaning almost completely baren for a rainy Wednesday afternoon. As you order a apple cider from Charles, the tavern door bell rings and you instinctively turn to check.

"Ah~ it is pouring out, I need a drink to combat the dissapointment of getting my fur cape wet."

Kaeya. Of course he wasnt the last person you'd expect to see open the tavern doors, he just wasnt much of a "afternoon delight" type drinker. Still, you stare as he tries to cooly swipe off the wet rain from his uniform as he walks towards the counter and takes a seat next to you.

"Well, well! Good afternoon y/n! What a suprise to see a beauty such as yourself here at this hour."

He raises an eyebrow and smirks as he turns to look straight ahead and run his fingers through his hair, not allowing time for you to respond before he has a drink in his hand.

"Afternoon Captain,"

You face him and smirk with the same intensity of flirty-ness as he just had.

"Of course you would be surprised to see me at this hour, you usually drink yourself to sleep before i order a evening drink."

You chuckle and look straight ahead and take a swig of your beverage, the confidence of your little witty come back replays as the cider burns your throat.

"Oh ho, well thats quite the attitude! I must ask, whats the purpose of this?"

"Hmm?"

"The occasion? I've never seen you drink three days in a row, I've been sober enough to pay attention to that."

The truth is, the last few days you've been at a bit of a crossroads. You know you and the Cavalry Captain share feelings, but you have a job offer in Natlan. This job is a dream to you, ever since you were a child. You could never dream of passing this opportunity, but you question if this possible romance could be the first significant one. You've been meaning to bring it up to him, but recently you just havent seen enough of him to bring up the subject. As a result, you turned to the more than occassional drink at the tavern to brighten your mood from the decision that faces you.

"Well then if you're interested, it actually... might concern you."

Your face is flushed red due to nerves, of course it doesnt directly concern him since nothing astronomical has occured in order to absolutely weigh your decision based on a man, but you didnt want to leave without warning.

"I see, well, we haven't..." His cheeks grow the slightest bit red as his eyes skip to look around then back at you.

"we haven't progressed to that yet, have we? I mean, you're not pregnant are you?"

"What?!" You're taken aback by the direct-ness of his statement, about the fact that he thought it could even have been a possibility. Was it confirming your suspicions of him returning feelings? "No, i- its not that! That is out of the question completely!" You yelp as you shake your hands as a frantic meaning of saying "Absolutely no way".

"Of course! of course.. i just figured i'd ask in case, but i guess drinking for a few days regularly isnt particularly healthy for a baby."

You roll your eyes and take another swig. Oh boy.

"It's actually more of an advice thing, i suppose."

"Ah~ well! lets discuss then, hm!" He happily takes a sip of his wine, his face surprisingly relieved.

"So? What do you need the great Master Kaeya's guidance on?" He smiles and giggles slightly.

"Actually, I'd like to take this outside."

"But its raining cats and-"

"Outside. please."

Your tone picks up more aggresively and he gets the memo. He takes one more sip of his beverage and you do the same with yours. You pay Charles and meet Kaeya right at the door.

"Get ready for the rain, sweetheart"

Your heart jumps as he grabs your wrist and swings open the door, pulling you with him down the street, stopping at a small archway behind a building, big enough to comfortably converse without being cramped or drenched.

"Now, where were we?"

"right.. well.." You look down and fidget with your thumbs, only to look back up at him and see him gazing into your eyes, examining your soul and what felt like your heart. Did he already know? It sure felt like it.

"I have a big decision to make, but i want to ask you before i come to a concrete decision."

He nods as a sign to continue talking, acknkowledging his position in helping you decide.

"I might have to move away. To natlan more specifically. I've recieved a dream~ job offer that i simply cant refuse, unless i was faced with new circumstances here in Mondstadt."

"Hm, And how do i play a role in this?" He asks as he folds his arms and leans back against the stone wall.

You explain to him his part, and he lets you talk until you are completely finished. you tell him your feelings, your worries, your doubts, and your hopes. Every single one that included him in the package. He looks at you sternly the whole time, but he looks hurt at the same time and you wonder why.

"Well, i honestly dont know what to say to this y/n. You know i cant leave Mondstadt if we were to persue eachother."

"I know."

"Then why bother telling me? Why not just leave, hm? Before damage could be done? before you told me all this, confirmed my hopes in our relationship but crushed it with the fact that you 'might' leave? You should have just spared me and left!"

He looks emotional and teary eyed, much more that you're used to seeing from a man who held such a cool composure 24/7. Have you hurt him that much? Does he hate you?

"I can always stay if you wan-"

"No. Its your dream job, and you shouldnt pass it off. I just cant promise that i'll wait for you."

He steps closer to you, inches from your face. His breath is warm and it contrasts with the cold rainy air. He slowly takes your hand and hold it in his, then lands a soft passionate kiss onto your lips. A few seconds of the kiss pass and he breaks for air and looks at you, making strong magnetic eye contact with you.

"Y/n, I can't wait for you."

"You dont have to. I can stay."

He runs his hands up your arms and grips firmly onto your shoulders and kisses you again, and when he pulls back he lets out a heavy sigh.

"There's no staying, just be safe. Please."

Your throat swells like a rock is stuck and your eyes burn hot along with your ears. You cant muster any words, you just stand there maintaining a sorrow eye contact for a few seconds.

As you both stare in silence, he slowly lets go of you, and as soon as his hands depart from yours, he turns and walks out and into the road. The further he walks and fades from your vision, the further you slide down the wall until your behind hits the wet floor as you curl up to your knees. Hard, Hot tears stream steadily down your cheeks as you hide your head in your knees, sobbing hard yet silently. Your heart aches and your stomach churns.

You want to run and look for him, grab him by the waist and embrace him in a hug from behind as you cry against his back, but he has already erased you from his plethora of memories as he sulks in his room with a drink. The night is weary and so are you. You walk home, replaying the scene in your mind over and over, and the instant you step into your home, you fall to your knees and sob once more.

You dont even close the door behind you. You cant do anything but cry, you had no idea you felt so strongly for Kaeya, but you had to put it all behind you.

He probably had.

What feels like an hour or two goes by and you barely made it to the couch, where you lay sprawled out, half on the couch and half not as you stare into empty space, thinking of nothing but everything at once. Why did his mood snap so quickly? Why did he cut you off? Was it self defense? What could he gain by pushing you away? You had no clue, but you didn't want to dwell on it and start crying again, so you just lay there trying to fall asleep.

Suddenly, a warm, slender hand grazes your back and rubs up and down softly.

"I'm sorry."

You jolt a little, but you dont get up immediately.

"How long have you been like this? Its almost night again y/n. Have you gotten up at all!? Your door was wide open, I was worried."

No response from you as you try to analyze the voice. It sounds like Kaeya, but you had remind yourself that he wanted nothing to do with you.

The man sighs and walks away. A hallucination for sure, you thought. The male comes back and lifts you by the shoulders. He sits on the couch and then lays your head onto his lap.

You look up and are met with blue eyes, one scarred and one as normal as you're used to seeing on him, though both glossy as if about to cry.

"Kaeya?"

"Mhm. Sit up Darling, you need to drink water."

You obey and sit close beside him, sipping the water he hands you with both hands on the glass like a child. He puts his arm around you and his hand on your head and gives you a soft yet quite long kiss on the head as you finish your water.

"Im sorry. We can work something out. I know that i shouldn't.. I can't push you away."

You dont fight his embrace as it gets firmer, and his body trembles slightly as if he is crying.

"Do you want me to stay?" you ask sheepishly.

"My dear, its up to you what you want. I'll follow you in whatever you decide. Im choosing to persue you, the rest is yours to seal."

"I want to stay." you state calmly.

"As you wish." He eyes your empty glass of water and gets up to pour you some more. When he comes back you sit against him again, and drink the glass empty, then put the glass on the coffee table and lay your head on his lap.  

"Sleepy?"

"Mhm.."

He chuckles and holds you as you fall asleep, giving you tender kisses all over your face. When you fall asleep, he carries you bridal style upstairs to your room and tucks you into your bed. For a moment he stands there and ponders leaving you to rest, but the guilt of the words he said yesterday and seeing your state today convinced him to stay at your side. He walks to the other side of the bed and crawls in beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and gives you one more peck before falling asleep.

You wake up once in the middle of the night to use the restroom, and when you come back to your room you're awake enough to process the fact that Kaeya was indeed in your bed. You crawl up into where you were in the bed before but this time facing him. You run your fingers along his face, feeling every bone and inch of his smooth skin, his tan beauty enhanced by the glow of the moonlight that peeked in through the window across the room from the bed. Your run your fingers down his hair and admire how his hair falls down his body. You've only been this close to him once, but never had you touched him like this. Your face was red and your smile was definitely pronounced, and as you stroke his cheek his eyes slowly open to see your expression.

"Good morning y/n~" he smiles and wraps his arms around you softly.

"How did you sleep?"

"Actually, its midnight."

"Oh, i see. Well, lets fall back asleep shall we? Or are you wide awake?"

You don't respond immediately but instead wrap your arms around him and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

"Back to sleep.."

He chuckles and brings you closer to his body, rubbing your back and stroking your hair until you both are hazy and about to fall asleep.

"I love you..." you whisper, half aware of what you just said and half not.

He pauses for a second, then gently squeezes your body as if to be his response back.

"I love you too.." he whispers back, his words echo in your mind as you drift to sleep, your dreams filled with nothing but happiness and him. 

You would stay in Mondstadt, but occasionally take trips to Natlan for a few weeks, and would try to take Kaeya with you if he wasn't too busy. The two of you became inseperable, and quite the item for some time, the story of your romance left most who heard it in tears.

After every time you tell the story, he grips your hand and grabs your face softly making you look into his eye.

"I'm glad you stayed."

He says as he pulls you in for a tender kiss, which is usually embarrassing in public but you dont mind in this case, because it was of genuine emotion and not of his flirtatious teasing.

You really do love him.

NOTES!!!!!!!!!!!

This was my first fanfic LMAO

[artistic-endchamber]

-- The Pool --

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Not really a request More like a suggestion by @beanist-art

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"Yugi, are you sure about this-" Atem played with the rim of the swim-shorts he was wearing.

Yugi looked at him "Yup-!! Trust me, you'll be fine, Even Jounichi's coming-!!!" he smiled brightly.

"Besides, didnt you grow up near a river???" He asked, and tilted his head, questioningly.

"Well, yes, but that was different, half of the time I wasn't even allowed in due to me being the only heir, and if I drowned, everyone would be devastated." Atem replied, sighing and closing his eyes. He then sat down next to Yuugi on the bed.

"Awww, well that must have been no fun-" Yuugi turned to face him.

Normally, Yuugi would have looked at everything but the guy's face, once in a life-time oppurtunities to see his chest, he knew Atem worked out.

w a i t -

'AHHH- WHAT WAS I THINKING-' Yuugi thought to himself, Atem always made him question his own sexuality, it was so annoying.

"Yuugi-!! Yuugi-!! Can you hear me??" two fingers snapped at his face, far to close to not be considered dangerous. Yuugi snapped back into reality.

"Sorry-"

"Its alright, but you should get your face looked at, its red."

"Wait- WHAT?!?!" Yuugi instantly covered his face, full of embarrassment.

Atem let out a chuckle, then a sigh. "You know, you're the only reason I'm allowing this pool visit. If you weren't coming, I would have instantly said no." He admitted, shamefully.

Yuugi smiled a bit "Aww, thats cute-" he then checked his watch "Good Ra, Atem, we gotta go-" he stood up, grabbed the other male's hand, and dragged him away.

After they got there, Yuugi went straight in, but Atem decided to st at the pools edge, right infront of the water.

He would stop asking questions.

"Is this natural?"

"No."

"Is It safe?"

"Yes-"

"Are There Sharks?"

"Bub, Just get in-"

"Bub-??"

Yuugi froze, he was so busy thinking about something that he forgot to keep the nicknames in his head. "Uh- I-"

Atem had seen to forget, though.

"Is it cold??"

Yuugi smiled to himself "Yeah, But you'll get used to it."

"Yeah but how long will- AHHH-!!"

Yuugi had pulled Atem into the water with him unexpectedly. Well, for Atem at least.

But what Yuugi forgot was that Atem for right in front of him, when he was sitting.

Yuugi was suddenly muffled.

Not only because he was pulled underwater but, because there was something on his lips.

Another pair of lips..

Yuugi's eyes shot open, regardless of him being under-water. Atem was in front of him.

'OH NO-'

They both separated drastically, and pushed up to the surface of the water. Yuugi hid his face in the palms of his hands.

"IM SO SORRY- I SHOULDNT HAVE-"

"Aibou."

Yuugi felt a warm touch on his wrist, tugging. He then took away a hand from his face to look at the other male.

Atem had a soft expression on his face, but was looking Yuugi dead in the eye.

"Its okay, Neither of us are hurt, right?"

Yuugi slowly nodded.

Atem softly smiled. "Then we're fine."

They both carried on the rest of the evening at the pool, not speaking a word about what had happened. [Jounichi, who was trying to woo the life gaurd, hadn't seem to notice.]

But one thought remained in Yuugi's mind.

'It wasnt too bad... Actually, I kind of liked it..'

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"THANK YOU FOR READING- Also, @beanist-art , I know this isnt exactly what you suggested, but I kinda wanted to improvies soo-

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Aaaaanywayyy, ty for reading again-!!! I'm always up for requests-!!"

[plush-rabbit]

Sugary Sweet Tears

Warnings: Tentacles (i feel like this shouldnt be warning but more of a grace but some dont like tents so), Somno, Reader is a soft dom Word Count: 4.1K A/N: Tentacles amirite ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

Tamaki huffs, face red and a painful strain tenting against his lower half, he leans against the wall outside the apartment, fingers curling and scratching against the eggshell paint. He holds the key with a firm grip, hand shaking as he struggles to insert the key into the lock, keening with sharp gasps as he presses his forehead against the cool door while he muffles a low moan with the back of his hand, breathing a sigh of relief as the key finally manages to insert itself into the lock. His toes curl and he stumbles into the room, slamming the door shut behind him with his back, head and back arched as he curls his hand, the teeth of the key pressing into his palm, while he takes slow steps towards the bathroom.

His body burns, chest rising and falling with deep breaths, and as he stumbles, hands pressing flat against the wall to keep him steady and the key falls to the floor with a loud clink. His tongue feels swollen, mouth salivating as the grooves of the wall brush against his bare palms and eyes are clouded in lust, mind filled with nothing but anguish and the need to press himself against something- against someone and just move his hips until the quirk wears off.

The bathroom light blinds him and he stares at his expression. Eyes filled with tears, a red tipped nose and face dusted in cherry red, and messy hair that sticks up and clings to his forehead as sweat pours to complete his appearance. His mouth parted and as he leans over the sink, a trail of drool slips past and spills onto the clean porcelain. His toes curl and he slaps a hand over his mouth, muffling the coarse moan that leaves him.

The facet runs and cold water mixes with his spittle and he cups his hands under and splashes the water onto his face, sighing as a bit of relief comes to him, but as quick as it came, it’s gone. He lets out a pitiful, pained moan, tears threatening to spill over and trace down his cheeks. He shakes his head and removes himself from his clothes, opting to take a shower, that perhaps that will provide him with a longer relief away from the way his cock leaks with pre-ejaculate, the tip blushing with red topped with growing pearls and he feels so heavy. In the bedroom, he hears you whine, sharp and quick, a dream that came too close to reality and his cock responds to you. The clothes kick and sweep across the floor as he walks away, mind clouded and his hand shuts the light off from the bathroom.

The bedroom is dark and he walks with memorized steps, movements slow and hands clawing around the door frame as he uses it as leverage, burning fingertips searing against his skin as his hand falls back to his side. He turns on the lamp, a soft, yellow glow lighting in the room and his eyes turn to meet your sleeping frame. You don’t rustle at the heavy breathing and the light does nothing to disturb you and any rational thoughts that he had left vanishes.

The bed squeaks under his weight, the blanket that was wrapped tightly around your body, is thrown to the side. You wear an old shirt of his, faded back in color and in your sleep, the shirt has risen to expose your pink panites, a soft, light color and he oozes out of his cock, tongue coming up to swipe at his lips.

Tamaki feels shameful, whimpering as he lowers his body against you, whines as your body heat compares to his, and his face is buried into your shoulder, mouth parted and darkening the shirt as his cock is pressed flat against your covered slit. If it were any other day, he’d bashfully ask if he was allowed to touch you, but with desire clouding his mind, he cares about his own want, his cock guiding him to your coveted core that rests behind a thin fabric. He gives a hesitant rut, hands fisting over the pillow and bedsheets, and the whine that leaves his mouth is sinful- full of want and shame. He pushes against you, cock staining the bedsheets and parts of your inner thigh as his hips move at a quicker pace. His shaft twitches, burning red and painfully hard, small wails mumbling past his lips as he tries to find any friction. In your sleep, you squirm, thighs coming together for a quick second, pressing and wrapping around his length and then all too soon, they part and he’s left open.

His hands twitch as they lower down your body, sliding over the faded cotton and he turns you on your side, his body immediately coming back to you, his chest against your back and hands sliding under the shirt, scratching at your soft belly and arching over your breasts. His fingers pinch at your soft nipples, tugging on them, palms going to press on them, feeling the way the hardened buds point against him. His mouth attacks your neck, leaving wet kiss marks that make your neck shine and his cock is pressed between the softness of your thighs. He's in a deep pain, his stomach constricted painfully, cock heavy and sore, as he whines and grinds. The pain is dull, pulsing around his entire body, lighting him on fire, every nerves, every joint in his body, screaming as he thrusts. His mind is foggy, clouded in a lustful haze, mouth open and drooling, tears brimming his eyes and he presses deeper into your breasts, cooing at how good it feels to have your nipples pressed into the palm of his hands.

His cock is hot against your thighs, rutting against you as sharp moans are muffled against you. His moans are shaky, nails digging into your soft flesh and his mouth waters at the thought of licking your wounds away, to nurse on your soft, plentiful breasts, to whimper and croon when you hands knit into his hair and push yourself further against his mouth as he grinds against your cunt. But for now, he paws at your breasts, wraps your thighs against his cock and moves in frantic motions, his cock swelling and he shuts his eyes close, biting down on your neck as thick ropes spill and coat you in a sticky substance, the bed sheets, a warm maroon color, stain in white and darken under and yet, the desperation doesn’t leave him, he whines pitifully and continues to move his hips. The sensitivity runs up and down his cock, more of his essence coming out in weak spurts, his mouth aches and he runs his tongue over the indents in your neck, angry and painful looking and he mumbles apologies into your skin and with sharp nails, he removes the shirt from your body, leaving soft, red scratch marks against your body.

Salvia spills from his mouth as he catches a glimpse of your perky breasts coated in red crescents with pert nipples. His tongue lolls out and the heat doesn’t die, his hands reaching upwards and pressing in the front of your neck and reaching past your lips to pinch at your tongue. Your mouth is hot and instinctively, your tongue swipes at the digits that have entered and you suckle softly before letting your mouth relax.

His breath wobbles and his voice cracks. “Sweetheart,” he croaks, “can you wake up for me?” His hips stutter and he spills on you once. “Please,” he cries, body trembling, his hands gliding over your body and hooking over the waistband of your underwear and he pulls down, wincing as he removes his cock from your sweet thighs. “Wake up,” he chants, nuzzling into your neck. It’s an odd movement to remove your underwear and with a keen sense of smell, he can smell your arousal and he brings the panties up to his face, watching with fascination as they shine with your slick, and his tongue peeks out, a distraught look on his face as bends his arm to suck in the taste that you spilled on your panties.

“Tama-chan,” you whisper and his arm freezes, tongue retracting back into his mouth. “What exactly are you doing?” You ask in an intrigued tone, bending a knee and raising it, causing your lips to spread and he groans and rests his forehead against the back of your head. “The bed’s all wet,” you murmur, your hand slipping and touching at the now drying discharge on the bed. “How many times?”

“Twice,” he croaks, cock still hard and he continues to rut against you, whimpering as your hand wraps around his cock and tugs on him harshly. “I’m still- Please,” he moans, cock twitching and he muffles a scream with a bite on his lips. “It hurts. It- Let me fuck your cunt. Please,” he croaks, hands pawing onto your body. “I promise to be good.” Tears spill over and he doesn’t know how he’s lasted without slipping his thickness into your warm cavern.

You move away and he whimpers, rolling on his back, his hand goes down to relieve himself but you catch his wrist and he lets out a strangled cry. “You’re not usually so brazen.” You stroke his hair that sticks to his forehead and he nuzzles into your hand, desperate to feel any type of affection. “What happened, dear?” You press your lips against his nose and he scrunches it, bucking his hips into the air. “Use your words, Tama-chan.”

“Qui- Quirk,” he gasps out. “Aphrodisiac,” he explains weakly. “I-” his eyes water and his mouth parts as your breasts swing gently with the movements, “I’ve been so hard- I need- Please,” he mutters, “ride me, let me fuck you. Please-” his legs pinch together and you glance down to see cum ooze and bubble out, dripping down his shaft- “take care of me.”

“Third one, huh?” You turn back to look him in the eyes and his heels dig into the mattress. “You fucked me in my sleep and now you want to be rewarded for such crass behavior? Dear, I have work tomorrow morning. I’m all slicked and wet and did you even think about my pleasure? Or did you just be a greedy, little boy and think about your own?” He shakes his head and closes his eyes. “Oh honey,” you shake your head and click your tongue in disdain. “Bad, little boys don’t get to stuff their cock.”

“No, no,” he mewls, tears slipping past and curving over his cheeks. Your hand leaves his face and he tries to nuzzle into where your hand once rested. “Let me taste you. Let me eat you out. I’ll make you feel good. Let me suck on your tits, please. I’ll do what you want. Just- fuck!” He hisses out, eyes wide and you grasp his cock in your hand.

“Here’s the deal,” you cunt is lifted over his face and gossamer strings stick and snap apart and your legs spread, “you make me feel good and I’ll work on your pretty, pink cock, hm? Does that sound good?”

“Yes,” he breathes out, breath hot and mouth wet as your sex lowers onto his mouth. “Anything for you,” he murmurs, words quickly muffled by your weeping cunt against his wet mouth.

“Three times and you’re still so hard, Tamaki,” you coo, your hand wrapped around his length. “Must have been a strong quirk.” His tongue lashes out, sliding against your folds, the tip of it parting and teasing your slit. He breathes sharply when a nail glides against a sensitive vein. “Oh, you poor baby. You must have been hard the entire way home.” He nods against your heat and his cock twitches in your grip. “Now Tamaki, there’s no need to be shy. You’re free to eat to your heart’s content. Just no touching, okay? You still don’t get off so easily.”

He jumps and raises his head, neck craning in a dull ache, tongue circling around the rim of your entrance, small bits of arousal staining and dripping on his tongue. His tongue pushes past and enters your soft cunt, a sense of pride swelling in his chest when you curse softly under your breath. He swirls inside of your velvety walls, tongue long and thin, folding and expanding and tracing along inside, your slick spilling past and coating his face and arches his back, breathing heavily when your lips brush against his cockhead.

You’re teasingly slow, lips pressing soft, fleeting kisses against his slit, lips dragging down the mushroom head, and open mouthed kisses warming his cock, coated in a mixture of your slick, his cum and now you’re salvia. He moans when you envelop his cockhead, cheeks already hollowing and tongue alternating between flat and the tip of it, as it moves around him. He moans against you, sweet, strong vibrations against your core and it reaches a heat pooling in your lower stomach, the knot around twisting and coiling and you sit deeper against his face. One hand keeps you held at a slant while the other wraps around and holds his cock, pumping him in soft motions, mouth lowering and pressing your tongue against him.

Your tongue swirls around him, hand fisting what cannot fit and your nails tap against him, lowering your head and removing your hand to lay flat against the bed, coming to a stable position. He groans against you, your soft walls around with thick, gooey arousal dripping and coating you, mixed in with his warm spittle that pushes and leaves you, his teeth bared and slightly nipping at you. He circles your clit and suckles on it, the pink muscle shaky even as he gets his fill. You lower your mouth and his cock slides down the curve of your throat, filling and expanding and with shared pleasure, you moan against him.

You pull away for a brief moment  and he lets out a loud whine, shaking his head and lapping at your cunt. You hear muffled words of pleading and you kiss his slit, pearls painting your swollen lips. “It’s okay, dear. You’re doing so good. Such a good-” you peck his slit- “pretty-” you blow cool air at his slit and watch in interest as he bobs- “boy.” You swallow him in your mouth once more. Your jaw is wide, spread as you try to open it to the fullest extent and as your orgasm washes over his face in full waves, his mouth open and suckling, clicking and eager, he takes it greedily, enjoying the sweet flavor that fills him and with a quick tap against his thigh, his leg muscles tense and his hands claw at the sheets. He’s sweet tasting, no bitter, salty aftermath, full of sweets and clean, as he spills thick cream down your throat, your eyes watering and hands curling over his thighs, scratching him as you try to not gag around him.

You pull away, cupping your mouth, not daring to waste his flavor and you watch as his ock still stands in attention, his tongue still lapping feverishly against you and when you crawl away, he protests, shaking his head and hands coming up to make grabbing motions.

“Please,” he moans, eyes half lidded and face covered in a handsome blush, “more. I’m not done, please.”

You sit on him, his cock hitting against your stomach and your hands grab his wrists. You place his palms on your breasts and he whimpers, bucking his hips, trails of discharge dirtying your stomach. “You’re going to be a good boy, okay?” You lean over and cup his face. “Right? You’re going to listen to me and behave?” He nods eagerly, eyes watering and his breaths coming out in short, heaving rasps. You smile sweetly, lips curving over your teeth and you lean into his ear, whispering in a sultry voice, “Bring out the tentacles, Tama-chan.”

His arms morph, where hands once laid upon your chest are now replaced by candy colored tentacles with soft rose colored suctions. You take in a sharp gasp. Your hand leaves his face and you hold the frim appendages under your grasp; you can feel the power they hold in them, the muscles that twitch and pulse and they wrap around your torso, suctions teasing the edge of your nipples, and he lifts you in the air, watching you with attentive eyes and when you nod your head, your legs spread and you’re filled by his cock.

His mouth encases around a pert nipple, cheeks hollowing as he begins to nurse, his tongue flickering against the bud, coming in short, fast licks, cheeks hollowed and his bottom lip wobbles as your hand covers over his head, fingers parting his tangle hair and he whines appreciatively, eyes closing and around your body, the tentacles slip and hold onto you. The solid mass arches and sticks your body, a suction cup wrapped around the neglected breast. It’s soft and sticky, slip and hold onto the nipple, and his arms pulse and your bud is pulled taut and you let out a soft curse broken by a moan.

“You’re doing so good, love,” you coo, eyes pinching shut as he rocks his hips. “You poor hero, you must have been needy for so long.” Your hands scratch at his scalp and he nuzzles further into your chest. “You’re doing such a good job Tama-chan. I feel so full,” you croon, mouth parted as you let out gasps of pleasure. “My precious Suneater, you’re stretching me so wide.”

The suction pulses and it makes you grit your teeth, another orgasm already trailing and forming. Your walls pulse, gooey and soft around him; his hard member thick and twitching inside and you clench around him, your entrance taut and his teeth nip at your bud, is tongue flicking slowly and flat in a silent apology. His head nudges against your hand and the suction pulls away, leaving your breast with a red rimmed circle and a swollen nipple. His head darts and your bud, drenched in his dribble has a suction wrapped around and you groan at the feeling.

He’s deep inside of you, cock twitching around your walls, sharp clicking sounds filling the room, and a thick tentacle, curls and wraps around your neck, the thickness slimming down as it reaches your mouth. Your head is craned back and the soft, thin tip swipes across your lips and you open your mouth, tongue out and flat and you greedily suck on him. Even with the thin appendage, it still fills your mouth and drool spills out from a corner and slides down your chin. It spills down and presses against the back of your throat, tears fill your eyes as it invades your throat, tongue running over the suctions that twitch and stick lightly to your own pink appendage.

Your hand fists into his hair and the other holds the back of his head as he continues to suckleon your perky tits, moaning and dripping past his chin and pressing you close to him while he bucks wildly. Your eyes grow heavy and the know in the stomach begins to burn. Tears freely spilling over while you grasp the outer part of the tentacle that is exploring your mouth. Another brushes past your clit and you jerk, eyes wide and you struggle to look down at Tamaki, whose eyes are closed while he sucks on your breasts. The tentacle is thin and brushes alongside your clit as if it has a mind of its own and it sticks alongside your slit, wetness slipping out as you pulse and twitch as a smaller suction cup encases your pearl and pulses around it.

You ull on the tentacle in your mouth and it slips out, leaving you empty and with a sore jaw. “Tamaki,” you croak out, feeling the familiar tightness in your stomach, walls clenching and pulsing, “I’m close again.” You let out a whine and your legs jerk against him, grinding your hips against him. He makes a noise of acknowledgement, eyes fluttering open and he talks around your breasts. “You’re so good, love.” You tilt your head and your breaths have started to come out in harsher gasps. “You did so good today. You listened so well. You’re such a good boy. I’m- fuck!” Your words are broken and you close your eyes shut. “Fuck Tamaki, you feel so good.” Your walls clench and you pull on him inside, the suctions around your body, squirming and leaving you covered in bright red spots, that pale around your untouched skin. “You’re so pretty,” you compliment, a lovesick smile taking over your features. “So cute with a flushed face and pretty, pink dick. You’re so good. A good little,” a groan interrupts your words, “boy. My precious little Suneater,” you say in a high pitched voice and as his mouth pops off of your breast, his lips purse and he blows cool air over the pebbled nipple.

You groan and buck against him, walls gooey and soft clenching and tightening around him, pulsating and twitching as your high rolls over in harsh waves and as if following your movements, the suctions pulse and vibrate against your body in time with your rapid breaths. You lift away from him and he calls your name, holding you painfully tight with the tentacles and warmth spreads throughout your body. His cock spasms, and you’re filled with white, hot discharge, the thick cream, filling and swelling deep in your belly, his hips still moving through both of your orgasms. He chokes out feeble attempts at your name and when you stare down at him, tears are trailing down his face, crying out as you press your palms against his chest, brushing against the pert nipple and he whines and shakes his head.

“‘S too much,” he mumbles, hips still moving and rocking the both of you. “Too much,” he moans, hiccuping slightly as his face deepens in his blush, the tip of his ears now matching.

You force yourself to still above him, locking your hips down and you bend over, taking his face in your palms and you steady yourself with your knees, his tentacles now morphing back to arms and hands.

“It’s okay, Tamaki,” you whisper softly, thumbs brushing along his cheekbones. “You did so good. You feel better now, don’t you?” He nods and his face pinches in pain as his ejaculate spills over and stains the both of you. “How are the effects? Do you still feel them?” He mewls and his hips stutter against you. “Use your words,” you request, pressing a chaste kiss against his lips.

He’s quiet, breathing harshly and biting down on his lip. “Tingly,” he breathes out after a pause. “It’s too- too much.”

“Too much what?” You press, tentatively, sliding up from his cock only to still and fall back down as he lets out a pained cry, tears sliding and leaving him red in the face.

“Sensitive,” he mumbles, opening his eyes into a squint. “I’m still-”

You shush him with a kiss and he groans as you lift your hips, seed leaving your body in large amounts. It’s heavy and warm and slides out of you and leaves you hissing. “Do you want me to ride you?” He shakes his head. “Do you want help?” He nods and he lays still with short, breathy cries filling the room as you pull away and wrap your hand loosely around him.

He spurts out small ropes that coat your hands and you coo softly at him, pumping him lazily, as you mumble words of praise, pessing fleeting kisses over him, watching as the rapid twitches of his shaft come to a stop. The red in his cock has faded to a light pink, his cock going limp in your grip, and when you rest his length against his thigh, you grab at the old shirt and huff in disappointment at the thought of having to throw it away as you clean around him, dabbing at the stains. When you turn back to face Tamaki, he’s asleep, chest rising and lips parted, the harsh red faded and you smile softly, pressing a kiss against the tip of his nose and moving away the strands of hair that persistently stick to his face. “Feel better, Tama-chan,” you whisper softly.

[daddynegandesires]

Secrets chapter 2

Summary: negans jealousy and temptation starts to escalate when he starts coming around trying to fit his way back into your life while also showing jack who the man of the house is but jack may also have secrets of his own no one knows about.

🛑Warning: fluff, major smut, saddness, jealousy, cheating,fighting 🛑

@jazzy1118

18+

Sitting on your bed with mascara tears streaming down your face holding onto old pictures of you,negan and ellie. Jack walks in and you quickly wipe your tears and shove the pictures under the pillow before he notices.

"Hey baby...whats wrong?" Jack slides in next to you

"Oh nothing haha" you sniffle and play it off all cool

"You looked beautiful lastnight...i realized i forgot to tell you" he said brushing a strand of hair behind your ear leaning in to kiss you softly. Jack resches inbetween your skirt automatically causing your legs to spread apart inviting him in. He reaches his other hand up your shirt grabbing your boob gently squeezing it in his hand you begin to quickly unbutton your blouse breathing heavier when the front door opens. You frantically pull your shirt back together terribly and tugging at your skirt when you exit the room to see negan and ellie standing in the living room.

" have you ever heard of calling or sending a text!!??" You cross your arms over your chest with a few buttons still loose allowing your black lace bra to peak out

"Well....looks like youve been busy" negan takes off his glasses sliding them ontop of his head

"I just thought id come by and cookout for ellie.." He grins pulling out steaks and ribs from a grocery bag.

"Oh! I brought wine too...your favorite"

"Cook out!?...wha" you followed behind him outside to the patio slamming the door behind you.

"So you think you can just walk into my house acting like you own the place saying you want to "cook out" for ellie!!??" By now you are almost inces away from him

Negan flicks on the grill and then grabs you gently by your face.

"I believe its my house too.....my name is also on the deed" he relases his hand and then walks past you back inside

You scoff to yourself as you stand there trying to process what is going on when jack comes outside.

"Im heading out for work...also whats up with him?"

"I..uh...he is cooking out for ellie i suppose" you said running your finger's through your messy hair

"I see.....well ill see you later, message me!" He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before hopping into his car and driving off. You sigh to yourself opening the door walking back into the kitchen seeing negan rubbing up the meat with spice's and ellie downing a bowl of chocolate ice cream.

"Negan! Seriously you gave her ice cream before dinner" you quickly took the spoon and bowl away from ellie before she could cram another spoonful in her mouth

"Whaaat let the kid live alittle...." He looks at ellie giving her a goofy face

You go over to dump out the ice cream in the trash can before dropping the dish in the sink next to negan you caught yourself looking at him his jacket was off and his sleeves were rolled up exposing his toned arms and rough hands. His black glasses resting on his face and his perfect salt and pepper hair. You always have had a thing for men a bit older than you and negan fit that image perfectly...jack was much younger than negan which you never would of guessed going for a younger man would be good for you.

"Mommy!!"

"Huh..yes honey?" Causing you to snap out of your thought's

"Can daddy stay the night we can stay up and was scawry moviessszz!!?" Ellies face lit up with excitment

"Oh. Sweetie im sorry but daddy cant stay the night" bending down to her level caressing her cheek

"Uuuuggghhhhh!! No fair!!" Ellie screams at the top of her lungs and starts flailing her arms

"Ellie! Do not act like that towards your mother!" Negans deep strong voice boomed in the kitchen almost making you weak at your knees. Ellie ran off to her room and slammed the door.

"That sassy girl" negan said looking at you through the top of his glasses

"Thank you...." You sighed exhaustedly while popping the cork off of the wine bottle and filling your cup up

"Mmmm...." Swallowing the sweet red wine feeling it flow down your throat

"So....you and younger guys huh?" Negan chuckled while washing his hands

"Something new...nothing wrong with that" you said taking another sip of your wine

"thought you had a fetish for older men....whats it called? Daddy issues"

"I guess you could say that...." Pouring more wine into your glass

"Sure sure..." Negans voice died out as he walked off to the bathroom

Negan came back into the kitchen grabbing the tray of meat outside and slapping it on the grill. You followed behind him wine glass in hand.

"So...was it you that told ellie to ask me if you could stay the night?" Raising an eyebrow

"Shouldnt you go get another glass of wine" negan chuckles

"Ya know...your cooking was always the best" chugging down the rest of your glass

" i think the wine is starting to talk haha" negan closed the lid to the grill folding his arms over his chest

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I was cleaning up the mess in the kitchen while ellie and negan were snuggled up on the couch watching friday the 13th together. Hearing negan be playful and caring with ellie really makes your heart happy. A part of you wishes things could have been diffrent between the two of you that is your babygirls father of course you love the both of them but being with negan just isnt in your future right now.

"Mommy come in here!"

You finished putting dishes away when you walked in there and sat down by negan he kept looking over at you grinning while ellie jumped at the scary scenes with jason Voorhees.

"So...hows the team going?"

"Good...good the boys are a handful" negan chuckled

"You were always a great coach you really pushed those boys to do great things" giving him A sweet smile

Talking about school with negan was always a touchy topic. He runs a basketball team at the local highschool......thats also where he was cheating on me with one of the english teachers.

"She is out like a light... My sweet girl." Negan was running his fingers through ellies long red hair when he looked over at you realizing you had fell asleep on his shoulder too. Negan picked up ellie and took her to her bed and tucked her in when he came back you were slightly awake.

"Thank you..." You said tiredly

"For what baby..." He said in a low deep voice

"For dinner and taking ellie to bed...its hard doing it alone sometimes..." You began to feel really vulnerable and kinda felt unsettling with negan calling you baby

"Jack should be home soon he gets off late.." You raised up off the couch

"You want me to leave...." Negan asked with puppy dog eyes

"Negan....you have to go im sorry"

"Baby....you know i never meant to hurt you" negan pulled you back down to sit on the couch

"But you did.....what were you thinking....you ruined everything" you were a bit tipsy from the wine and your emotions were just flowing out of you

"I love you negan! And you threw it all away for some fucking teacher at your school!!" You began shoving him

"All you care about is yourself you are so fucking full of yourself...you think you are so fucking amazing!" Now gripping onto his shirt hitting him in the chest he quickly pulled you into a tight hug and you began crying uncontrollably onto his shoulder soaking his tshirt.

"Shhh....im here now i promise you i will do anything..i want to be back in ellies life full time again i miss my girls" negan started to get all choked up holding back tears

"I...i cant right now negan its too soon im still hurting so bad.....im trying to move on from this" wiping the tears away from your eyes

"I understand.....im never going to let you down again all i want is for you and ellie to have a good life even if im not in it"

He stood up pulling you with him he took you to the bedroom and layed you down in bed taking your shoes off for you and tucking you in before jack got back.

"Goodnight" he kisses you on the forehead and leaves

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You woke up to ellie jumping and screaming on your bed you looked over to see jack sleeping next to you rubbing at his eyes.

"Good morning beautiful" he leans over and kisses you

"Goodmorning" you chuckled

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" Ellie jumped onto you

"Hi sweetheart mommy sees you" you squeezed her tight in a hug before getting up out of bed

Jack had already gotten up and hopped into the shower when his phone began to ring on his bedside table you eagerly went over and looked at who it was. A girl named Melissa was calling him you just brushed it off and joined him in the shower.

"Hey...." Slipping off your panties and hopping into the shower with him

"Whoa...hey" jack said shocked

You grabbed him by the face and began kissing him hard feeling the hot water stream down your back. He moved his hand down between your legs taking one finger and slowly slipping it inside of you moaning out gripping onto his dick starting to slowly pump it back and forth feeling it grow long in your hand. Before you knew it he flipped you around ramming his cock into you pumping back and forth into your dripping wet pussy. His grip grew tighter on your hip as he started going faster and faster untill you felt an emptyness from him pulling out.

"Im hopping out im gonna let you finish up in here" he slapped your ass and then hopped out and closed the bathroom door behind him

"What a disappointment....." You whispered to yourself as you scrubbed shampoo through your hair knowing that negan would of never left you hanging like that and would of lasted way longer. Turning off the water you coulf faintly here jack laughing and talking to someone over the phone you quickly dried off and opened the bathroom door.

"Who are you speaking to?" You asked slipping on some clothes

"Ohh just a coworker nobody really" he said putting his phone into his pocket and sliding his tie on leaving the room

"Okay then....." You said to yourself

Slipping your shoes on you walked into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee before jack headed off to work. Jack seemed super eager to leave for work today you just brushed it off assuming it was going to be a busy day for him at the office. He kissed you goodbye and took ellie with him to drop her off at daycare. It was just you alone in the house today which meant housework....gross.

You tied your hair up in a bun and began gathering your cleaning supplies you connected your phone to the bluetooth speaker blasting old rock songs. You were down on your hands and knees scrubbing at the floor in your short shorts when you were greeted by two feet infront of your face. You slowly looked up at who it was and it was negan with a huge dirty smirk on his face.

"This all for me doll?" He bit at his lip

"Oh....uh i planned on cleaning house today while everyone was out" you said shyly not realizing you were still on your knees

"I like you down there...on your knees" he slwoly chuckles

"Oh! Sorry....you cant just keep letting yourself in negan..." You quicly shot up to your feet

"You need me to help with anything?" He walks into the kitchen pouring himself a cup of coffee

"Ugh....The grass needs mowed......" You answered while wiping down the living room table

" jack doesnt mow grass?" Negan began laughing

"Negan...dont" standing there with your hands on your hips you sprayed him with the water bottle

"Hey!.....im just saying i figured young business boys couldnt mow grass anyway" negan walked outside and started up the pushmower.

An half and hour has passed and you finally finished the housework inside. You peaked out the window to see negan finishing up yard work...his shirt was off and he was all sweaty then jack suddenly pulls up causing you to stop gawking at negan.

"You always mow peoples grass" jack called out to negan getting out of the car

"Well, today i do. And maybe even next time...your girlfriend asked me to" negans jaw begins to flex

"Oh really...well" jack rubs at the back of his neck annoyed

"Dont think for a second that you have this all figured out......just setting some ground rules" Negan leans in towards jack and sternly says

Jack glared at negan as he walked past him to go insdie the house.

"Hi sweetie!" You greeted jack with a peck on his cheeck before stepping outside to speak with negan.

"I think you need to go...." You softly said to him trying not to stare at his sweaty toned bare chest

"Cmom doll.....things were getting fun. Jack is really starting to take a liking to me" he chuckles sliding his tongue across his bottom lip

"Negan....this isnt a game" you said picking up the gardening tools and taking them to the garage

"But i like games....and i always win" negan said in his cocky voice following behind you

You slammed down the shovel on the work bench in the garage before you knew it negan flipped you around lifted you up and and sat you ontop of the bench crashing his lips into yours he slid in between your legs grabbing a fist full of your hair yanking your head back as he began biting at your neck.

"Negan...." You moaned softly

"God i miss you moaing my name..."

"N....negan stop" it was so hard to resist him

"I want to have another kid with you....i want to fill myself insdie of you.....please baby" he tugged at your hair harder causing you to moan louder

The hairs on the back of your neck shot up after hearing what he had just said to you. You wrapped your legs tight around his waist and pulled him into you kissing him roughly biting and tugging at his bottom lip. You couldnt control yourself your body was weak negan always knew the right things to say. Negan took his two fingers pulling your yoga shorts aside to his surprise you weren't wearing any panties his finger began to play with your now swollen sensitive clit causing you to whimper out. He sucked on his finger making it wet before bringing it back to your clit gently flicking it faster and faster.

"Negan...im gon-

"(Y/n)...are you in here" jack called out from around the corner of the garage

"Oh shit!" You whispered to yourself before hopping off the work bench approaching jack

"Hey...im going to be going out of town on a business trip soon"

"Oh....well how soon?" You asked curiously

"Like...tonight soon" he quickly stated

"Oh...i see" your voice lowered

"I have to go baby i will keep in touch with you!" He kissed you before slow jogging to his car and leaving

A part of you didnt feel good about jack leaving for a "business trip" if thats really what it was.....something seemed off with him like he was hiding something. You stood from the garage watching him drive down the road untill you couldnt see his car anymore.

"Business trip huh....." Negan questioned walking up beside you

"Yeah...i suppose so" you said zoning out

Negan begins to chuckle and walk past you to his car.

"Wait were are you going!?" You yelled out to him

"Have to go pick up our daughter from daycare" negan calls out from the driver side

"Wait up im coming with you!" Jogging up to his black 1969 camero and hopping in the passenger seat

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You,ellie and negan were back at the house when you were in the bedroom freshening up when you noticed jack had left his laptop on the dresser. Curiously you walked over and popped it open the screen automatically came on to his emails the very top email read from Melissa.

Hey jack we have that meeting tonight dont forget!😊 im also wearing that little tight dress you love.

You read the message over and over again the words ringing in your head making you feel sick to your stomach you slammed the laptop shut your body shaking full of rage and a adrenaline not knowing what to think or how to feel anymore. You just lay back on your bed zoning out up at the ceiling.

The door to the bedroom opens and its negan with a dirty smirk on his face looking at you layed out on the bed you just want to forget everything you want to feel numb you want to be made to feel dirty...

"Hey..." His deep tone giving you goosebumps

"Fuck me.....i want you to fuck me like the slut i am" you sternly said to him

Negan swiftly ripped his shirt off and yanked down your shorts spreading your legs apart bringing his tongue to your pussy licking your sweet folds brining his tongue down to your opening and all the way back up to your clit teasing you. You begin to grind up against his face while he pumps his cock hearing him moan only made you even more wet. He pulls his mouth away and flips you over slapping you on the ass hard the sting of it felt amazing he spanks you agains and a again before he enters his tip inside of you. Gripping onto the the bedsheets you have almost forgotten how big his cock is streching you open to fit perfectly insdie of you.

"Oh fuck.....god its so tight! You dirty fucking whore" he grunts slowly sliding more of his cock into you pulling your head back by your hair

"I miss you....i want you to fuck me hard..." You begin to rub your clit

Negan starts pumping his cock in and out of you his cock slowly swelling up inside of you and you squeeze down on him feeling all it all. He begins to move faster and faster leaning his face down to yours grabbing onto your throat squeezing it to let you feel that perfect high.

"Fuck...i...i cant keep going much longer" he starts fucking you faster and faster

"I want you to cum in me....please..i want your cum inside of me"! You beg

He lets out a load moan as he finishes inside of you and kisses you hard on the lips before pulling out letting his cum pour out of you all over the bedsheets. Negan pulls up his jeans as he hands you a towel to clean yourself up. You havent felt that amazing in awhile so relaxed and burnt off some built up rage

"All you have to do is ask and im here...." He whispers to you before leaving the room to go check on ellie. You get up from the bed to go take a shower.

"What am i doing......." You say to yourself

"Im so fucking stupid...." You begin to cry and sit with your knees pulled up to your chest in the tub feeling like a peice of shit after what you had just done. You are playing with negans emotions and stabbing jack in the back...what kind of girlfriend and mother am i.

[literaila]

crumbling feelings

spencer x reader 

summary: falling so hard. falling too hard. 

warnings: mentions of fighting, earthquake (?) refernences, they’re both idiots, kinda sad, kinda cute. 

a/n: okay so i got the urge and i was like ‘ huh i should write something short and sweet and then go to bed ‘ and then i was like ‘hahahahah no.’ sooooooo yeah. sorry if it sucks. im reallly tired and shouldnt be posting this. 

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The earth was crumbling under their feet. 

You hear about ‘earth-shattering’ things. You hear about the kiss that matched no other, gave you butterflies down to your stomach until suddenly there were no words left to describe that feeling you got from those lips that shared secrets. You hear about that moment when you realize you love someone, when you finally figure it out. You hear about how everything changes at that moment, how everything just suddenly felt different. You hear about ‘love at first sight’ about that one glance that changed everything, about those eyes that told stories like no other.

There are so many ‘earth-shattering’ things, so many little things that can flip your world upside down and then change everything in a second that doesn't seem to feel all that long. 

There were just too many things, too many ways to classify the idea that your world was changing, so many things made up just to make people feel so much safer about change. So many made-up ideas that were only there to make the world seem a little bit less scary, to make change something that you weren't supposed to fear. 

But, when the world was crumbling under your feet. When the cracks in the earth wouldn't stop hitting the soles of your shoes, and you could feel yourself shaking while you tried to keep your eyes off of the ground. That was what made the change so scary. That was what made every other ‘earth-shattering’ thing seem so idealistic. So fake. 

She was afraid, so afraid that if she looked down, she would see the sky beneath her feet. 

There were no words to classify this moment, no words that she could think of that could explain the pure fire that was shaking her bones. Making her feel like she wasn't even really there. 

There were no words to classify the past few months, the days that went by when she could feel the earth shake for a second, when the earth was caught off balance and suddenly there was another crack underneath her feet. 

A couple years ago, she’d shared one of those ‘earth-shattering’ moments, one of those days that she thought should be in all the romance novels. She’d been a part of one of those movies, shared that kiss that was beyond anything else. That was something else she could describe. 

And weeks after that, she had another one. Another moment that made her knees want to collapse under her, a moment that made her feel so much different than she ever thought she would, she had one of those moments that she could barely think of without worrying that she would faint because all of the sudden she couldn't breathe. She’d been a part of that moment when you realize you’re in love. She’d seen it for herself. 

And weeks after that, she’d felt breathless when she looked at him. When she stared from what felt like miles away, years past him, when she’d looked and saw nothing but the man she couldn't stop thinking about no matter how hard she tried. She’d felt her world turn in a way she didn't understand. 

Earth-shattering moments were no stranger to Y/N, and she was no stranger to them. 

She’d lived in them for years. Years that felt like decades, decades that felt like centuries. 

The first time she saw Spencer, she didn't expect anything of it. She saw a man, and of course, she couldn't help but classify him as handsome in her head, couldn't ignore his messy hair and lovely eyes and very sweet manners. But, she’d been plenty of handsome men, plenty of people that she knew were unreachable. So, she thought nothing of him.

But he’d quickly become someone she could depend upon. He used to bring her coffee in the morning, setting it right on her desk while he sipped on his own cup. She used to question how he knew exactly how she took it. She used to wonder how he could’ve known when she’d never told anyone before. 

He used to call her late at night, wake her up from dreams she could barely remember, he used to let her know when there was a case, used to make sure that she was getting out of bed instead of falling back asleep like she wanted to. He was very considerate, very aware of that extra push she needed. 

He used to hold the elevator door for her, used to step back and smile when she walked into the small space with him. She liked to pretend that it didn't mean anything to her, that despite it being something he’d do for everyone, she didn't still get butterflies. She liked to pretend that his smiles meant nothing and that she was happy to have a friend. 

He used to save her seat on the plane, the one right next to him because he knew that it was her favorite. He knew that she liked to fall asleep on it whenever she could. Both of them liked to pretend that they didn't enjoy the warmth the other brought. Liked to pretend that a seat was meaningless, and that they could sit next to anyone else if they wanted to. 

He used to do everything for her. And even after a month of knowing him, she’d learned just how kind Spencer Reid was. She’d learned that the young doctor wasn't someone that she needed to look past, that she could perfectly enjoy time with him whenever she wanted. She’d learned that Spencer would be there, as much as he could, whenever he could, as long as she wanted him around. 

And from there, their relationship only crossed more boundaries. 

It was common knowledge that they couldn't be together, that with all the profiles surrounding the two, and the feeling that neither of them could keep a complete secret, they had to try and keep their distance. It was an unspoken rule between the two of them that they weren't supposed to do anything about the harboring feelings that made their way into the hearts of both of them. 

And even when they had dinner together, and spent their weekends off going to used bookstores, they made sure that there were never too many glances, that they didn't smile at the other for just a moment too long. It was a rule that both of them lived by, something that didn't need to be said out loud. 

But, there were moments. Just a step over the line they had put on the floor. Just a hand of his on her back while they were walking out the door, just the finger she used to wipe something off his face when they went to get dinner, just the icecream that they shared despite the fact that Spencer would’ve rather done anything else. 

There were tiny little steps that both of them took, barely noticeable ones, that made their relationship all that much closer. 

And then, as time went on, and suddenly the rules were being pulled back by an invisible rope neither one of them wanted to mention, suddenly they were stepping too far. 

Suddenly they were cuddling on the plane when no one was looking, sharing the same file on every case. They were texting each other at night, Spencer taking far too long to respond every time, even when they were in the same hotel. 

They were doing all these things that their unspoken rule had forbidden. 

And it was, far too good, far too much of a sweet thing to stop. Neither of them wanted to let go, wanted to move farther away. They had gotten used to the butterflies, to the nervousness that hit both of them in the middle of any day. They had stepped over and, neither one of them had any plans to go back. 

And then, one night, they fell into each other. It was completely on accident, completely by mistake when Y/N had laughed a bit too loud at something Spencer had said. An accident when Spencer had smiled, that little proud smile he got when he knew that it was only him that could make her laugh like that, when he had held onto her eyes with his, and then they were both leaning in. 

It had been raining, soft water falling on the both of them while they kissed for the first time. For what was supposed to be the last time. The earth had roared above them and they were kissing by accident, and while it was a mistake, not even the thunder could pull either of them apart. 

Their ‘earth-shattering’ moment had been so long coming, had been such an accident, such a happy mistake. 

And after, after when neither of them spoke a word, thoughts of their rules storming their brains, after, they didn't stop. 

She had meant to, she had promised herself that it was the last time, that they didn't need to be doing this, that it wasn't worth it to cause any tension at work. She had promised herself that an accident was what it was, that an accident wasn't allowed to happen again. 

But she was so prone to falling. 

And so they kissed again. In the elevator when both of them were trying to keep their eyes off of the other, they fell together, and they were breathless against the walls of the elevator, and suddenly the trip down to the lobby was far too short. 

And then they kissed again. When they were up late at night, coffee-filled their veins as they walked around the library they’d become familiar with together, when they were next to so many stories of other people falling just like they both had and it would’ve been rude not to fall again. Would've been a mistake to keep their feet on the ground like they were supposed to. 

And after that, it was impossible to stop kissing. 

They’d become so used to it, so captivated by the way their bodies felt when they were connected just like that, so captivated by the feelings they only got together. 

And then they loved each other. 

And then falling made so much sense. 

And then there were so many ‘earth-shattering’ moments that neither of them understood. 

And then they had a story that was worth writing down, one that should’ve been made into its own movie. 

And then they told their friends, and even with the broken rules, they couldn't help but feel like it was meant to be. Like this time they’d spent together was so worth it, that falling was only perfect when it was the two of them. 

There were no words to describe the way that any of it felt. No words except that Spencer used to whisper to her at night, when they were sitting under the stars. He used to tell her about the 66% of relationships that failed, used to make her gasp in fear, he used to tell her how he was smart enough to know that they were apart of the 34%. 

And those words, those words were enough. Enough to describe everything. 

But when he was standing in front of her, there were no words to describe the look in his eyes. No words to describe the disappointment that had carved itself into her heart. That tainted her lungs with the negative air she thought she wouldn't be able to breathe in for much longer.  

These past couple of months, had been so unlike, had been so familiar to the past couple of years. So similar and so different from before. 

There was something that both of them had failed to discover in the three years they’d been together, something that neither of them had known. Neither of them had needed to know. 

‘Earth-shattering’ moments aren't always like the ones you hear about in romance novels. They aren't always realizations that you want, change that makes everything better. They aren't always a person changing you for the better. 

These past couple of months, they’d both notice the growing crack in the foundation of the two of them. They’d both felt the earth sway underneath their feet when they shared a glance that was unfamiliar to both of them.

Y/N used to notice how dependable Spencer was, how dedicated he was. She used to notice all the little things he did for her, like getting her coffee in the morning, holding the elevator for her, saving her a seat on the plane, all these little things that he did just to make her smile. She used to notice the way he made sure to take care of her, to keep her warm and safe in the world that was so unbearably cold. 

And, she just, couldn't anymore. 

Suddenly, Spencer had forgotten how she took her coffee, he’d forgotten that they were supposed to grab breakfast together every morning. That it was a part of the rules they’d made together earlier in the year. 

Suddenly, Spencer was only waking himself up, his alarm was only loud enough for one of them to hear in the morning. Suddenly he was already out of the door when she had only barely just woken up. And there were no smiles, no reminders, no double-checking. Spencer was gone, and it was mornings alone she had to get used to. 

Suddenly, the elevator closed right when she stepped up, she didn't need to go home with him anyway. It didn't matter. They always drove separate cars in the morning. 

She hated to think about how Spencer would rather drive, than ride with her. 

Suddenly, Y/N sat next to Emily on the plane, and when she didn't have her own file, Emily was always sure to share it with her. And suddenly, she didn't crave that warmth as much as she used to, suddenly she thought that maybe she could live without it. 

All of these things, these beautiful things that she had noticed when she was naive, when she thought so much differently of everything else, suddenly these things were gone. And she was left alone with independence, with thoughts that kept her tied to the ground. 

And Spencer was looking at her. 

They were both standing in their living room. 

She couldn't even remember how this fight had started, who had yelled first, how her eyes had managed to get as puffy as they were. She couldn't remember why this had started, where it had, she couldn't remember anything. 

But she knew that they could both feel it, that they were both aware of the ground crumbling underneath them. She knew that it wasn't a secret. Not something she could simply just hide. 

She ran a hand over her face, trying so hard to not want to pull her own skin off, trying not to want to crawl into herself. 

“What do you want Y/N?” Spencer asked finally, his voice raw as he stared at her.

She was almost sure that they'd been yelling for the better part of an hour, that their neighbors were awake and listening. She was almost sure that both of them had lost their voices, and that at any second either one of them would crash onto the floor and fall asleep. 

They were both so tired of fighting. 

In the past month, it was all they'd been doing. The only time they talked to each other. 

Before that, they’d just ignored each other. Shared awkward smiles and passing glances when they were in the same room, for months, that was all they did. They didn't go out for dinner or stay up late talking. They didn't do anything together anymore, and both of them could feel the distance living between the two of them. 

At any second, it felt like they would both implode. Felt like they might fall in a way so much different than before. 

She was afraid, so afraid that if she looked down, she would see the sky beneath her feet. 

There were no words to classify this moment, no words that she could think of that could explain the pure fire that was shaking her bones. Making her feel like she wasn't even really there. 

What did she want? 

Did she want that old Spencer back, that old Y/N back? Did she want things to go back to the way that they used to be? Did she want Spencer to be the man that she used to depend upon? Did she want to feel those moments again? Did she want to be that love story? 

It felt like a long time coming when she finally sighed and shook her head. Not needing the words to let Spencer know that she wasn't sure. 

“What can I do Y/N? Because I’m tired of standing here,” Spencer’s voice was quiet, his temper as in control as ever, his thoughts locked in a place Y/N was sure she would never be a part of. 

She was almost sure that she heard him mumble something else under his breath, that he had more to say. But she didn't want to ask, she didn't really want to hear anyway. 

“I don't know Spencer. I’m just-” she stopped, the tears gathering in her eyes as she felt herself at a loss for words. 

What do you do when the love of your life is standing in front of you, asking what you want, willing to do anything, but you have nothing to say? What do you do when you can't feel anything? 

She wished she didn't feel dizzy at how fast the world was spinning around her. 

“You’re just what Y/N? You’re just tired? You’re done? What?” Spencer was desperate, his body moving with his words, his hands gesturing with every word that came out of his mouth. If Y/N would’ve been looking at him, she would’ve seen the growing anger in his eyes. The frustration that had set itself on her shoulders. 

Y/N was thinking, thinking about those moments that she used to feel with him, that warmth in her stomach she used to get when he smiled at her. 

There was something in her, something small, reaching out desperately, hoping to grab onto that warmth again, trying to get that feeling back. There was something inside of her that wanted it all back, that wanted to breathe again. 

She wanted to not feel this fire rattling her bones. 

“Y/N?” Spencer repeated, his voice finally breaking away from the control. His voice suddenly angrier than she was used to. 

“I don't know Spencer!” She snapped, looking back up at him. 

And she could hear him asking why, but she couldn't hear a thing. 

Spencer was speaking to her, and she thought that maybe his voice was so loud that he didn't notice the rumbling under both of them. 

She thought that maybe he couldn't hear it. 

She thought that maybe he didn't notice the ground. 

Shaking, rocking against the two of them. Maybe he didn't see the cracks in the floor, the tear between the two of them. 

Maybe he didn't feel it crumbling under both of them. Maybe he didn't know. 

She couldn't look away, couldn't stop thinking about how it was finally happening, how the earth was really shattering under both of them. She couldn't help but start thinking about how fake it had all been, how different every moment had been, how none of it could compare to this. 

To this insanity, this madness, this terror that was shaking both of them. 

But Spencer was still yelling at her, he was still too angry to see, and she she just, she couldn't. 

“I want to be done.” 

Her voice was the final edge the world needed, the final single, the last second of the world falling between the two of them. 

And then, they were standing in front of each other again, the silence louder than the world, her words echoing in a place that neither of them were familiar with. 

Her words were just enough to make the world stop. 

To make everything stop. 

“What?” Spencer whispered against the silence, his voice too loud for both of them, his question rattling off of the pain both of them shared. 

They’d become so connected in the years together. 

“I’m exhausted,” Y/N whispered back, her words meaning nothing, nothing, and everything. “I’m so tired Spencer, and I don't-” she swallowed the thoughts becoming impossible. 

She could barely get the air in her lungs now, she could barely feel past this lump in her throat. But still, she had to continue. “I don't think I can do this anymore. I don't think this is good anymore.” 

And the earth, it would’ve been shattering. It would’ve. But, but, but, it was too late. But it had already happened. But their moments were gone. 

Itwasalreadyover. It was already done. 

And Spencer couldn't help but repeat his question, even his brain not latching onto her words. Not understanding something he didn't want to understand. 

“When was the last time you felt happy with me Spencer?” 

Spencer couldn't move. His eyes were stuck on her. “I don't-” he swallowed his voice getting smaller with every breath he took in. “I don't- We’ve been-” 

“We haven't been anything Spencer. We’ve been walking in circles around each other, trying to avoid each other. I don't think we’ve been happy for a while.” 

“We aren't-” Spencer could barely breathe now, her words ringing in his ears “Relationships get stronger with time, we just- we just need time. Just time Y/N.” He tried to take a step closer, tried to replace this distance between the two of them. 

He wouldn't have been able to get across the hole in the floor even if Y/N hadn't moved back. 

Her words were just enough to make the world stop.

“No Spencer. I can't do that.” 

And it hurt, it hurt so bad to say the words out loud, it hurt so bad to come to this realization, to this terrible thought that she’d never once thought she might have. 

But the nights alone, but the days sitting in nothing, but the loneliness that she had, but all of it, all of it hurt so much worse. 

It hurt so much worse to be alone when she was with him. It hurt so much worse to know that they were still supposed to be together. 

“Y/N, I love you-” Spencer tried, he tried again, he was trying so hard to hold onto her. But, she knew, she knew that she couldn't stay. That she wouldn't stay behind again. 

She couldn't depend on him anymore. 

“I love you too Spencer.” she interrupted, moving back, farther away from him. “I love you so much. But we can't do this anymore, we can't look for something that isn't there. 

Spencer stopped. He didn't say a thing.

Her words were just enough to make the world stop. 

He was looking at her, and he could feel it. He could feel the two of them moving apart, he could feel the mistakes of both of them, he could hear the things that were unspoken between the two of them. 

And then he broke down, falling to the floor, his body collapsing with him. 

Y/N moved over to him, falling with him once more, falling to the floor, their pain an equally shared feeling, their desperation exactly the same. 

For once more, they would break together. 

And they did, they both sobbed against each other, both felt the warmth that they’d missed, both understood the difference in it, the difference in this connection of the two of them. 

Their foundation had cracked until it wasn't stable, it had fallen into so many pieces, and now there was nothing left to stand on. 

They were done. 

And so, they shared one more moment. They stayed on the floor together, the rain outside reminding them of exactly how final it all was. 

And they stayed there until they both felt strong enough to stand, both felt like it was finally time to get up. 

And then there was nothing, as they looked at each other, they both knew the reality of the situation. They could feel the tension in the air. 

Spencer whispered again, his voice gone, his eyes pleading. “Y/N…” he said softly while he held onto her, trying to keep her there, trying to let her go, trying to do everything all at the same time. 

She whispered his name back, tears leaking out of her eyes as she watched him. 

And then she leaned into him, and she kissed him, she fell into his lips, created this connection between the two of them, she fell into him for the last time and she committed the taste of him to memory, she saved this moment in her head, this last moment of the two of them. She kissed him until she was breathless for a completely different reason. 

She kissed him one last goodbye. 

And then she let go. 

And she let the earth shatter under her feet as she walked out the door. 

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Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter One

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2101

Chapter Warning: Bad Language Words, tiny bit of angst

A/N: I started this on AO3 awhile ago. Now that I have a blog dedicated primarily to just Marvel/Bucky, I thought I’d add it here, too. Enjoy!

DO NOT copy or replicate without my permission.  

Bucky heard his phone buzz as he was tugging a butter-soft tee over his head. He glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand next to his bed as he worked his arms into their respective holes.

9:36

Steve was long in bed already, so the text most likely wasn’t from him. Sam was on a me me kick-- No, what did he call them? Memes!-- of a disgruntled cat which he swore reminded him of the super soldier. He wouldn’t be surprised if it were him. Or possibly Nat. She picked up the new issue of Guns & Ammo the other day and was sending him pictures of a Mossberg MC1sc 9mm she was drooling over.

Smoothing the body of the shirt over his torso, Bucky ambled over to his bed. He snatched up the phone from the navy blue comforter and flipped it over. To his amazement, the text wasn’t from Sam or Nat. Or even Steve.

(917) 460-5480 work thing boring af. kinda tied one on. might be late meeting you tomorrow

He blinked several times at the message, uncertain how to respond. It was a wrong number, right? Bucky hadn’t made plans with anyone for tomorrow that he could remember. Plus, everyone he knew had the same work thing. And it was rarely boring.

Definitely a wrong number.

He set the phone down near the clock, choosing to ignore the text. Hopefully, whoever this person was, figured out quickly they were texting the wrong number and moved on.

Bucky pulled back the covers before climbing into bed. His body melted into the mattress, muscles relaxing for the first time since breakfast. Training had been non-stop all day today. It felt good to just be, for once.

He grabbed the book he was reading off the nightstand and opened it to the spot he left off. He cleared his mind, as best he could, and concentrated on the words on the page.

A few pages in, his phone vibrated alive again. Another text message.

(917) 460-5480 sis dont be mad youd be drinking too if you had to sit thru one of these business dinners

Bucky sighed. He had hoped his radio silence would have clued this person into their mistake. Wishful thinking. Before he could punch out a reply, another text came through.

(917) 460-5480 timmons is droning on about this new client. kill me now

He quickly typed out a reply:

(917) 308-3117 I think you sent this to me by mistake.

Bucky watched the text indicator pulse as this unknown person worked out their response.

(917) 460-5480 haha very funny sis

Bucky huffed at this person’s disbelief, thumbs working on typing out his next message.

(917) 308-3117 I’m not trying to be funny. I can’t be someone’s sister when I’m a man.

He set the phone down on the nightstand again, hoping this person finally took a hint. He opened his book back up to the current page, taking a deep breath.

The room’s silence was broken again by the loud thrumming of his phone skittering across the surface of the black wood veneer.

(917) 460-5480 how does kevin feel about this so close to the wedding???

(917)460-5480 will you still need a wedding dress or will you just get a tux???

(917) 460-5480 am i still your maid of honor???

Bucky chuckled at this girl (no, young woman) asking the essential questions.

(917) 308-3117 Your sister did not get a sex change. Yes, she will still need a wedding dress. Yes, you are still her maid of honor. Like I said before, wrong number.

An almost immediate reply came through.

(917) 460-5480 prove it

Bucky grew slightly irritated at the insinuation. Why couldn’t she take his word for it? He exhaled loudly through his nose.

(917) 308-3117 How?

A few moments passed before the device juddered in the palm of his large hand.

(917) 460-5480 selfie

Bucky blanched at the request. He could feel the color drain from his face, only to immediately heat with a blush. A selfie? That is the last thing he wanted to do.

Although he’d been exonerated for his crimes as The Winter Soldier, he still knew about the dislike people felt about him as a person, in general. They couldn’t get past the brainwashing or other persona. God knows he still struggled with it.

He couldn’t go broadcasting his face through texts to a stranger. What if she was one of those who didn’t understand he had no say in what he did or what happened to him under Hydra’s control?

What if he ignored the solicitation? He could do that. Maybe even turn off his phone.

She did seem the type to be very persistent until she got what she wanted.

True to form, another text rang through.

(917) 460-5480 i will keep texting until i see your manly face

One corner of his lips quirked higher. Yup, persistent.

He navigated to the camera app on his phone and switched it to selfie mode. He stared at the damp locks falling to his shoulders. His beard would require a trim soon, but it wasn’t scraggly. Luckily, he’d had the hindsight to shave his neckbeard in the shower earlier.

Was he considering this? Some girl says jump, and he asks how high?

He combed metal fingers through his hair, blowing out a breath.

(917) 460-5480 im waiting

Bucky growled at the text, running a hand over his face. “Okay, okay. Give me a second,” he said to his phone. He held it up to head height, half an arm’s length away.

Click!

He previewed the picture, assuring himself it didn’t reveal too much. It was, somehow, off-center, containing a bearded chin and half a smirked mouth, one nostril, and a half-lidded eye.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Bucky pulled the messaging app back up and then sent off the picture. He tossed the phone aside, not wanting to watch the taunting blinking dots as he waited for a reply.

The picture was barely recognizable, but someone like Steve or Nat could tell it was him. It would be okay. No one would know.

His phone vibrated violently near him on the bed. Bucky cautiously plucked the device up, debating whether he wanted to read her reply. What if it said, “Holy shit! You’re The Winter Soldier!”? The hope of this woman thinking he was just some regular guy knotted up his stomach. He didn’t know why he cared so much about whether this stranger thought he was The Soldier or not. He had no control over who believed the lies perpetrated as truth through the media. He could only wish for the best.

He blew out the breath he was holding in and eyed the phone’s screen.

(917) 460-5480 is it fair to say men shouldnt be allowed to have long eyelashes??

Bucky laughed and immediately thought of poor Steve.

(917) 308-3117 You should see my buddy’s. The girls swoon and complain at the same time.

He quickly added to the message thread:

(917) 308-3117 Am I correct to assume you believe I’m a man and not your sister?

The response was swift.

(917) 460-5480 oh shit ur not my sister

(917) 460-5480 this isnt 9173083447?

Bucky laughed again, the tension in his chest slowly unfurling.

(917) 308-3117 Unfortunately for you-- no.

(917) 460-5480 ugh im such an idiot sorry for the shit i said

(917) 308-3117 Don’t worry about it. I had a good laugh at your expense.

(917) 460-5480 oh god now i feel like a bigger ass

Bucky suddenly felt like backpedaling. He hadn’t meant for her to feel bad about her mistake. It was cute in a roundabout way.

(917) 308-3117 Please don’t be embarrassed. It was the highlight of my night.

(917) 460-5480 me forcing u to prove ur a man was the best part of ur night??

Bucky thought for a moment. Was it the best part? The training sessions had become monotonous lately, even with the new agents. The team hadn’t been on any missions in a few weeks, so it was pretty accurate to say he was bored around the compound.

(917) 308-3117 I suppose it was. Work’s been a little slow, and there’s only so much training you can do before it becomes tedious.

(917) 460-5480 training? r u in the military? ooh, r u an athlete??

A laugh bubbled up from his chest. It was comical to see her try to guess his profession. His selfie hadn’t announced who he was to her after all.

(917) 308-3117 Something like that.

(917) 460-5480 so mysterious! r u some assassin who needs to keep his identity secret? is that y ur selfie only showed a quarter of ur face??

He paled at the implication. Maybe she did know and was yanking his chain. How did he block numbers again?

Another text came through from the mystery woman:

(917) 460-5480 not that i mind u have a luscious mouth

Bucky guffawed at the comment as flames rose beneath the skin of his cheeks. He hadn’t remembered blushing this much in such a short amount of time in decades.

(917) 308-3117 How much have you had to drink tonight, doll?

(917) 460-5480 doll?? what r u my grandpa??

He chuckled again. God, he was old enough and then some.

(917) 460-5480 enough to not want to shoot my brains out but not enough to know this dinner isnt a party

(917) 308-3117 Maybe you should get back to your dinner? I don’t want to get you into trouble.

He regretted the text the second he pressed send. Was he trying to get rid of her? No. Or was he looking out for her? This person he knew nothing about. She was more entertaining than the recurring nightmare he’d been having for the last week, that's for sure. He'd cling to this unknown to avoid slipping into that black abyss.

(917) 460-5480 aww does the military-trained assassin athlete mchottie not want to talk with me anymore?? 🙁

(917) 308-3117 No!! I’m honestly concerned you’ll be reprimanded if you pay more attention to your phone than Timmons.

The last thing Bucky needed was to feel more guilt, especially if it was at the expense of someone’s livelihood. His shoulders were already heavy enough.

(917) 460-5480 thats sweet but dont worry ur pretty little head over me timmons wouldnt last a day w/o me

(917) 460-5480 timmons may be the boss but i run that office

He simpered at her swagger. He could only imagine what kind of office she worked in because, again, a total stranger. Did he want to get to know her more, or was this a one and done thing? Would she wake up tomorrow and want to continue the conversation or blow him off for the drunken mistake her first text had been?

Bucky stared at his phone for several more minutes, pondering precisely what he was doing and what his expectations of the night were. It’s not like he was going to meet her in person, right? Was he that delusional? He was an Avenger now. He didn’t get a social life. Not that he had one before but still.

He was startled from his reverie as the phone shook in his hand.

(917) 460-5480 did i scare you away??

(917) 308-3117 No. Just thinking about tomorrow.

(917) 460-5480 shit a military-trained assassin athlete mchottie must have a lot to prepare for mentally ill let u get ur rest

He smiled at the gesture. If only she knew.

(917) 308-3117 Send me a text when you get home. I want to make sure you arrived okay.

(917) 460-5480 such a gentleman! i don’t want to wake u if ur asleep tho

(917) 308-3117 I doubt I’ll be sleeping, but it’ll help ease my mind.

(917) 460-5480 alright ill shoot a text ttfn

(917) 308-3117 ttfn?

(917) 460-5480 ta ta for now god u r a grandpa

(917) 308-3117 Yeah, yeah

Bucky’s mouth split into yet, another grin as he set his phone down once again on the nightstand. He picked up his discarded book and found his place on the page. After a few minutes of re-reading the same paragraph over and over, he slipped the bookmark into the gutter of the book. His mind was too preoccupied with the thought of some random girl in the city at a boring work dinner. He realized he hadn’t stopped smiling since they temporarily said goodbye.

Maybe there was a good chance this conversation would carry into tomorrow.

CHAPTER TWO

[bakugousbabygirl]

Toxic Aizawa Headcannons

genre: angst i guess?

pairings: aizawa x fem!reader

cw: || cheating || jealousy || cursing || manipulation || overall toxicity ||

A/N: this is kinda short, but i might do more of these and make them longer and add scenarios at the end. idk

SFW

• he's a scorpio.....that shit is toxic enough on it's own lmao

• but fr everyone seems to have this image he's a patient caring man and i mean he is, with his students

• but you? no

• you're an adult, you should just GET things but you don't which frustrates him beyond belief

• you're his partner, not his student he shouldnt have to baby you

• i also feel like aizawa has a thing for younger women, he's 31 and he likes his women in their early to mid 20's

• i feel like that isn't inherently toxic but the way he uses your younger age against you most definitely is

• when you get in an argument he throws it in you face calling you childish and stating how he should've just dated someone his own damn age

• shota definitely prioritizes his job over you, will stay out late at night patrolling. he will stand you up on dates to go to hero meeting and even be gone for weeks on missions without contacting you

• luckily toshinori and hizashi are nice men knowing how their colleague and friend is so they send you updates about him to keep your mind at ease

• this causes a lot of fights. he questions you on why you're talking to his friends, he wants you to stay out of his personal life. you try to rationalize with him that you are apart of his personal life and needs to start acting like it. if he's gonna be gone for long you tell him the least he could do is give you a heads up

• he argues back that you should just KNOW if he hasn't shown up he's gone for hero work and should be content with that. he tells you that you KNOW what you were signing up for when you started dating so why are you trippin now.

• he never yells but his tone becomes really harsh and his words cut like blades tearing you apart cutting you down until you feel so belittled that your argument isnt worth it anymore making you grow quiet

• he'll glare at you and make a few snide remarks before leaving like a upset father after scolding his daughter

• definitely avoids you afterwards, i mean he doesnt come home for a solid 2 weeks after and you dont get any updates from hizashi and toshinori because he told them to but out of his business

• when he comes back he pretends as if nothing ever happened, he already said what he had to say. why rehash it? and if you're really still hurt it's just gonna reinforce the fact he thinks you're childish and thinks he should've dated someone his own age

• speaking of people your own age if he catches you texting or hanging out with a guy your age he's gonna be pissed

• "what am i not good enough for you, you think i'm too old or something!?"

• like no bruh we were just having a friendly conversation what's your deal, PLEASE get over whatever complex you have dude

• I feel like aizawa would definitely judge the way you dress lmao

• with alternative fashion coming back in style you have a stab at it and start dressing like an e-girl because it's the easiest look to manage

• aizawa laughs his ass off at you saying how that isn't true alternative fashion and calls you a poser

• yeah yeah aizawa is a fuckin gate keeper, you can't tell me he wasn't emo back in the day

• tells you to change and never dress up like that again because it makes you look like some cheap cam girl

• if you ever try to walk away when hes scolding you he will use his scarf to tie you up making you sit down and admit you're wrong

• he's the type to stress that communication is key but doesn't communicate himself

• its more like he talks and you listen if you haven't gotten that by now

• he refuses to open up to you and keeps you 100% separated from his work and personal life

• probably makes fun of your trauma, nothing too fucked up like if your parents are dead or anything. hes not that much of a douche, but if its something like your sister use to lock you in the dark cold cellar at night and told you a monster was gonna get you he'd definitely laugh

• would even go as far as locking you in the basement closet to see how you'd react

• also gaslight you using your age against you saying how he knows more because he's older

NSFW

• wanna start this off by saying aizawa is defo cheating on you with midnight lmao take that how you want but he is

• when you catch him he just says it's not that serious and it just happened because they have history together and shes more mature and experienced. he said it wont happen again so why cant you get over it, stop being so childish

• i have a feeling he'd probably complain about how annoying you are to her during pillow talk 😹😹

• he's the type to keep a straight face when you're giving him sloppy toppy to give the illusion that you're underperforming and can't satisfy him but in reality his toes are curling and he's doing his best to hold back his moans because your head game is out of this world

• definitely is the dominant one and he'd laugh in your face at even the slightest mention of you taking over ( he does let midnight dom him tho😒)

• it was this one time where you asked could you ride him so he allowed it, you got on top of him and just when you were getting into the groove of it he rolled his eyes flipped you over and growled in your ear saying to never waste his time like that again

• when you try to initiate sex with him laughs at your cute efforts of trying to seduce him saying he's too old for that stuff to be appealing to him

• he'd use sex to take out all his frustrations on you

• it seems hot but not the way he does it, he'll have you in his lap infront of a mirror as he pounds into you while degrading you

• it starts off cute and light with just calling you things like his pathetic kitten but then the insults start getting a little too real saying how he could go find a better girl with a cunt just as tight as yours who doesn't annoy him and how you're such a bitch and you can't nag at him now that you're stuffed with his cock

• yeah needless to say you start crying and hit his ass with the safe word making him stop and he just rolls his eyes and mutters to himself about how the younger generation is so sensitive and kinda just....leaves you there to mope

• also yeah theres never any aftercare even after particularly rough scenes like that he just showers then goes to bed and expects you to do the same

• and it's not like he doesn't know with aftercare is, i mean he's banging midnight our bdsm queen he knows what aftercare is but just doesn't see you as important enough to be that intimate with

• if you do something that turns him off during the middle of sex and kinda just pushes you off of him and goes to sleep on the couch and won't have sex with you for a while

• drags himself at all types of late nights and early mornings crawling into bed with you whole you're still sleep and kisses you're shoulder saying to himself outloud "i'll do right by you one day"

[tiens-letters]

upon autumns day, where you and I met. upon autumns day where I remember all of what we were before youve passed. and upon autumns day would I have ever so slowly let go of that pain of the past

zhongli (angst)

@albeidoof its somewhere here hehehe

Time was a luxury. A treasure each and everything holds.

Yet time is a curse as well. It covets, devours and leaves. which humanity neglects to cherish until the heart ceases its steady rythmn, only then do they regret of the wasted minutes, hours and seconds.

Beneath the flow of the rushing waves of things that have come and gone. Only on this particular day would he sit beneath a certain tree. The rough bark brushing up against his back as leaves fell effortlessly to the ground, as if it were ready to let go of from the branches that gave birth to it, only to return once again to the waiting soil.

It was a sunny afternoon, clear of any clouds and only clear unblemished blue, a good time to enjoy a warm cup of tea yet there was no energy in his bones to even move from where he was.

He felt exhausted. Desultory even.

Gone were the halcyon days of the past, and now the present time of the vivid reality he had to face.

Morax, rex lapis, the geo archon. Names that weighted more than one could carry, memories that shackled his soul that lived for a thousand years on end, all but a stain that could never be washed away.

The breeze slowly danced in, playing with his hair softly, kissing his skin and welcoming him. It carried a hint of aromatic essence only he would know belongs to.

You.

He tried to desperately recount the days after youve left the face of the earth and yet he could not remember or did his mind not allow him to as if he did, it would bring him terrible and heavy consequences for an answer, one sane mind would never want to know.

Sighing, he sat back and recalled back the memories of you instead. When you were alive, warm and breathing in his arms. He remembers the way your eyes would shine brightly whenever he would be around, or the small sound of delight you would make when you have finished another one of the many interesting blends of tea youve done over the course of a week of mixing different flowers and tea leaves. Youve made up quite the fortune with this as your little hobby bloomed into a fully run business known across teyvat.

"Zhongli." he froze, youve never called him by his name ever since youve started getting close, it made him feal uneasy as he turned to look at you who stood by the doorway, a neutral look on your face.

"y-yes?" nervousness clawed at him as he racked his brain to what he couldve done for you to call his name like that, he couldnt think of any.

"I came back from the market and I heard youve made quite the generous payment. Why is that, I wonder?" he's done it again, that spending habit of his

"The price was reasonable for such a fine ceramic tea set, I dont seem to find why it shouldnt reflect its quality?" you sighed as you pointed towards the glass cupboard behind him

"You bought the same exact set a week ago, Zhongli. Thats why." having to realize his mistake after looking over the two identical set that on the shelf, he turned to apologize but only to see you missing from the doorway. Footsteps can be heard from the floorboards above him. You were upset.

After minutes of pacing in the living room, he finally mustered the courage to climb the stairs and enter your shared bedroom. A figure already under the sheets as the warm glow of the lamp illuminated your delicate features. The mattress sunk as he sat beside you, fingers brushing away the stray hair that fell on your face.

"Im still mad at you Zhongli." his hand flinched slightly at the way you called him

"I apologize. I seem to not have learned my lesson again. I would gladly return the set tomorrow."

"Its no use, they dont accept refunds." you replied without sparing a glance at him

"What can I do for you to forgive me then?"

"Just go to sleep, Zhongli." groaning you reached for the switch to shut the lamp off but a gentle grip stopped you, forcing you to look at his gloomy expression. Perhaps you went too far this time.

"Please stop calling me in that way. I dont like it." he whispers, drawing your palm to his lips, leaving small kisses upon it. He sure does know his way around your heart, no wonder why you could not stay mad at him.

"Just be mindful next time." you cursed yourself for being weak to his charms.

"I will." yet something was missing "Then can you call me as you did before?"

"Zhongli?" you could see the slight grimace in his face as you teased him

"Stop it." he kissed you without warning "Call me as you did before."

However, his lips didnt stop as they began to travel. From your cheeks to you forehead and then to your neck. Oh dear, he wasnt having any of your teasing.

"A-li." you giggled beneath him as he finally stopped and met your gaze

"Thats better."

He still remembers the faint smile that graced your lips whenever he would wake up next to you tangled in the same sheets. The softness of your skin on his calloused touch. Your lips melting his and your voice lulling his raging mind to peace.

Then everything changed when you drew blood that spilled from those lips he's kissed for a thousand times, painting a morbid image on the sheets. Anger and despair boiled inside of him once he learned of the secret youve kept. Zhongli was a calm and collected man all of the time except when he was with you.

Having to witness him at such a point felt as if his own spear was being driven right through his very chest. He held you in an arms width away, the panic and pain in his eyes increasing over the minute as he begged for you to explain why youve decided to lie about the flowers that bloomed in your lungs, the sickness youve inherited from your deceased mother, whose fate you soon would follow. You didnt want him to find out, not in this way.

He couldve done anything if he knew from the start but alas, you wanted to be cruel, thinking it was for the best. Until your symptoms persisted, a heavy reminder of the remaining distance of the string you have to walk on to reach the end. The heavy feeling in your chest started to worsen as cherry sweet liquid poured from your mouth.

Soon the once pristine sheets were stained in haunting crimson shades as you heaved and he watched in agony. If only he had the ability of what he once had back then, if only he could plant the seeds of the flowers from yours to his then he would, if only he hadnt met you one autumn evening

" please dont look at me like that. " you told him, cold hands caressing his cheeks, catching the streams of salty warm beads that fell freely from your darling's amber eyes.

"Im sorry. Im so sorry..." the last thing you wanted to see was this man to cry. The last thing you wanted to see was to see him relive the past tragic memories you promised to bring him out of

" my disease has nothing to do with you. In the end it was mine alone to handle. oh, you are far from that so please dont you ever blame yourself."

"How can I not? If I havent fallen so deep then you would experienced so much more in life, you couldve been happier if you met someone else. Yet you chose me and I couldnt give you anything, I--. " the words knotted up as he began to shake, hands holding yours as knuckles turned to white

You slapped him.

With all the strength youve gathered in that fading body of yours. The sound cutting the grieving sounds that spilled from him, soul and flesh alike.

"A-li, look at me. Do I look like someone whose unsatisfied with what youve given me? Did my smile ever fade when Im with you? Did your affections ever lack? Answer me." his watery gaze met yours, a torrent of emotions swimming in them

"No. Never." a soft smile was carved unto your lips

"My dear, youve given me all Ive ever wanted in this life and I regret nothing of it."

To him, you were the flower that bloomed at the highest peak of the mountain he's never reached and yet its petals voluntarily detached and fell down, making him the happiest as one thing he's admired was untouchable and now, lay softly in the palm of his hands. To cherish and to protect.

But of course, all things are evanescent.

The familiar feeling of soreness that wasnt supposed to be there rose, ebbed and flowed through his throat. He knew it all too well, it was after he woke from his week long slumber did he feel it along with what his ancient beating heart felt.

"You collapsed." the worried words of the qixing echoed in his head. He frantically got up but as soon as his feet touched the floor did his legs give out underneath him, what use was he in this sorry state. He was helped up and sat back on the edge of the bed.

He wanted to ask many things yet was unable to.

Ningguang spoke as if you were still breathing and was visiting her minutes ago with another one of your tea blends. "Dont worry and rest first, go to jueyun karst after. They will be waiting."

To where the adepti resides, who as well, favored you, that one soul among thousands of others. One to which they shared a few good memories with was allowed to slumber there in peace.

Zhongli found himself waking up to the sun setting in the horizon. Just like how youve gone and resurfaced back into his memories. It was time.

He stood up from where he sat, gloved hands brushing any dirt that clung to him as he made his way to where you slept.

The red bean that was planted by himself still remained, a token of his love for you. Picking one bead and placing it inside the hollow dice he brought along, completing another one of the similar handicraft he's made every visit.

The sun finally died and the moon began its reign. The small wisps of light gathered around before him, forming a blurry image.

It was then he felt at ease, he saw you smiling at him with all there is in the world. Your light seemed to dim a little, hinting the blessing the adepti gave was slowly diminishing. Soon your visits would cease and you were sure that by the end of the power spent, he wouldve let go of the torment that plagued him.

"A-li. Have you been well?" he knew what you meant

"Im letting go slowly my dear. Perhaps in time, I would learn breathe easily once again."

Longest yet lol. Hope yall liked it ehehe

[chiimaera]

@playindnd​ asked:  ✦ and got  ‘an apology kiss’

SHE HAD RUINED IT. she ruined everything. she had tucked that night that they had spent together in the small box under her bed along with all the other things she wasnt allowed to have. the fear of what was to come gripped her more than vecna had. the mere thought that if anyone found out that they had sex, his life would be thrust back into the danger he had narrowed escaped. her mother would never let her out of the house again. jason would hunt him down, using the rumor like gasoline, pouring it all on that anger he kept inside him.    whore.  slut.  good girls keep their legs closed.  he would think that the break was because of eddie. wasnt it? that question echoed in her chest like a scream into a canyon. the only reason she had enough courage to ask for the break was because of eddie. because she couldnt be with someone who would hunt down her friend for something he didnt do. but that wasnt the only reason. the metalhead reminded her that she was worth something without a boyfriend. that she deserved to have kindness, that she didnt have to earn it. she was just so damn tired of hiding in a sea of of people who couldnt care less about her.  then she...  ‘ we shouldnt have done that. that was wrong. ’ tears pricked behind her eyes at the memory, seeing his face as those words hit him. he had asked her so many times if it was what she wanted and told him to keep going. she hadnt thought about anything except the way he smiled, the feel of his hands on her, how he cared so much about her. she cared about him too. so much more than she had about anyone. and she threw it all away because she got scared.  she was so sick of being afraid.  the cheerleader found herself outside the old theater room, watching his friends shuffle out in excited chatter. they hadnt noticed her and she was glad for it. she walked through the threshold after they had passed, closing the door behind her.  so they wouldnt be seen.  old habits die hard. guilt and self loathing settled in her gut, making her feel like she was going to be sick. when he looked up, still sitting in his throne, their eyes met in the dimly lit room. the dice in his hand clattered onto the table, his lips parted in surprise. she hadnt talked to him in a week, not since... “ im sorry ” her vision was a mess of watercolors, her bottom lip trembled. she closed the distanced between them, cupping his face between her hands. she captured his lips, almost sighing in relief at the familiar softness. she had missed him. she kissed him longingly, savoring the taste of cigarettes on his tongue. the smell of leather and sandalwood surrounded her and god, it felt like coming home.  chrissy pulled back but unwilling to let him go, she leaned her forehead against his own. their bangs grew messy together, her shaking hands never letting go of him. “ im sorry, i didnt mean it. i...it wasnt wrong. it could never be wrong with you. not with you, ”