#i was screaming into my pillow at their love confession i’m still squeaking and rolling around my bed. SPOILER ALERT for next tags sorry

[blushedfemmes]

screamingggg i need every single butchfemme who’s ever loved jane austen or regency era period dramas to read “I Shall Never Fall in Love” by Hari Conner it’s a graphic novel feat. a queer romance and a transmasc MC and it’s extremely butchfemme and it’s so realistic to the time period and not sugarcoated at all and i literally just stayed up way later than i should have to finish it and oh my fucking god i need someone else to read this so i can scream about it with them. my fellow pride & prejudice femmes if you have ever daydreamed abt a butch darcy READ THIS BOOK I BEG

[thatfanfictionchick]

So I'm mean?

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[time skip] Kei Tsukishima x f!Reader

Rating: 18+; Explicit

Warnings: Reader cannot sleep; Softest attempt at degradation possible; Unprotected vaginal intercourse;

Word count: 1253

Notes: Look. I love some degradation Tsukki as much as anyone else. But I honestly do not think he actually has it in him to be mean to you. He can be short with you during the day, and sometimes if he's stressed he can lose his temper; but there is none of that in the bedroom. That is a place of worship and if you're crying it damn well better be because of how good he made you feel. Just my opinion there.

Takes place the same night of the finale in Roommate wanted.

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You should have been asleep. After all, every part of you should rightfully be exhausted after the fucking Tsukki had given you. But alas, as young people will, instead of being tired your body was positively humming with delight. Your fingers itched to delve into his hair. Your breasts ached to feel his teeth tug at your nipples. Your thighs were screaming to bracket his hips as he filled your needy cunt over and over. 

Actually that last part was the only really important one. You could go without the rest as long as his cock was inside you.

You kept fidgeting. And as trying to sleep with a writhing person will, all your moving roused Tsukki from his sleep. He grabbed your hip to keep you still. “Why are you moving?” 

You hemmed and hawed. “I’m just…thinking…”

“About?”

Was it too soon for potentially brutal honesty? Only one way to find out. “Sooo I’d been told that you could be…kinda mean.”

He actually laughed and nuzzled into your neck, making you squirm. He was hard pressed to think of a time when someone didn’t think he was mean. “Kind of?” You huffed and grabbed the hand on your hip, letting your fingers slide into the spaces between his.

“You weren’t mean at all though.”

You said it so quietly he wasn’t sure he heard you correctly at first. Suddenly the metaphorical light came on and for a moment he felt heat rush to his face. You weren’t talking about his personality. He laughed, the sound low and dangerous. “Oh, I see.” He threw the blankets off, making you yell, and sat up. Then he pushed you onto your back and positioned himself between your legs, grabbing your bottoms and pulling them down before you could protest. Your pants gone he pushed his own down his thighs and took your hand in his, guiding it to wrap around his cock before covering you with his body and catching your lips in a kiss. His tongue in your mouth and his hand still covering yours, you whimpered as his cock grew hard. “You’re still horny?” he teased, moving your hand slowly over his length. Your stomach clenched. “Didn’t I fuck you hard enough?” Your pussy throbbed and you lifted your legs to his hips, trying to get him to move. He was kissing you again, letting you stroke him freely as his hand wrapped around your neck. He bit your lip as he pulled away, his fingers tightening, and you whimpered. “Do you want me to be mean to you?”

“Yes,” you squeaked, the confession flooding you with embarrassment. Suddenly his other hand came down on your ass. Not hard, just enough to make you jump and yelp. His fingers touched your slit and he slipped one finger inside you, pumping it slowly.

“Well get used to being disappointed sweetheart,” he growled. “Because I want to fuck you more than I want to be mean to you.” Then he was gone, leaving you momentarily exposed to the frozen air as he forced you to roll over. Lifting your ass in the air he pushed your face into the pillows and a moment later you felt something cold and wet as he let a string of saliva drip down your exposed sex. Your folds split easily around the head of his cock and he sank inside of you with a groan, the sound making you shiver. You exhaled slowly as the sensation of being full of cock spread tingling warmth through your limbs, Tsukki’s hands wrapping around your waist as he started to fuck you. 

Despite what he said there was no denying that he was being rougher with you than before, his fingers digging harshly into soft flesh and pulling you back into each thrust with enough force to make you gasp. You braced yourself on the pillows, your thighs straining as you tried to angle your hips so that he was reaching deeper. He moaned quietly, slowing his pace and reaching up to grab your hair, pulling your head back. “Why would I want to be mean to you, angel?” His saccharine voice paired with the pressure on your scalp made your stomach roll. His hand framed your sex, his thumb pressing beneath your clit, stimulating the underside of his cock with each slow roll of his hips. You were whimpering and panting, torn between staying still because he made you feel so good but unable to keep from moving your hips. “Look at what a sweet cock hungry little slut you are,” he cooed. He released your hair, his hand sliding down your back before he pressed his palm into the mattress at your waist. He laughed breathlessly, “you just want me to come inside you again.” You nodded frantically, your head dropping onto the pillows. His chest felt so tight, like it was going to burst any moment. “Could leave you on the edge as long as I get off, right?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” The words came out as broken sobs, your fists clenched around whatever you could grab. You didn’t care. Just the thought of him throbbing deep inside of you, filling you with cum, made your mind go blank.

God dammit! You were too much. Too good and soft and sweet. His chest came down, flush against your back, his hand between your legs, calloused fingers rolling over your swollen clit. You choked into a pillow, raspy broken sobs spilling from between your lips. “That’s not how this works,” he snarled against your ear. It took effort to pace his thrusts with the motion of his fingers which was made harder by the way you were trembling. “You will give me what I want and what I want is for you to come.” Your cunt throbbed and clenched, the softness of your walls begging to be coated. He needed to shut up before he said something that crossed a line. You made too many stupid thoughts bleed upward from his chest into his head.

You came with a drawn out cry, shaking from the force of your orgasm. It only took a few thrusts and he was there, holding himself deep, thinking stupid thoughts about what filling you with his cum as often as possible could lead to. When he finally dragged himself away it was to first retrieve a towel, flopping heavily on the mattress before gathering you into his arms. You fit against him too well, burying your face into his neck before dotting his collar with a flurry of kisses, the towel bunched between your thighs. He cradled your head with one hand, the other tracing figure eights over your back. After a few minutes, when you were both on the edge of sleep, you tilted your head back to look at him. “What are you thinking?”

I’m probably in love with you? “Kinda bullshit we’ve done it in the dark with my glasses off twice now.”

The force of your erupting laughter actually hurt your stomach. “I’m so sorry!” you managed to choke out, laughing so hard you snorted. He might have been upset with you if it weren’t so cute. “I’m sorry, that’s terrible, but it’s so funny!”

“Laugh it up,” he said as his fingers found the ticklish spot on the back of your thigh. “You’re not gonna think it’s so funny in the morning.” The threat warmed somewhere between your legs. 

“No,” you wheezed, swatting his hand away. “I hope I don’t.”

[httpdabi]

The Game

Genre: Smut

Summary: Playing a game made for couples with your best friend wasn’t such a bright idea. Or was it ?

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+ (Minors, leave me and my blog alone), spanking, mention of daddy kink, cream pie, rough, dom!Dabi, praising

,, Can you hurry up already ? ‘’ Touya yelled from the living room as you were getting ready. ,, We are only going to buy groceries, we ain’t going to Met Gala for fucks sake’’ he hissed, once he realised that you ain’t answering him.

,, Give me a second’’ you screamed, as you were putting on your mascara carefully.

,, I gave you a whole fucking hour, woman’’ Touya snapped back, rolling his eyes playfully. He had to stress around a bit. Thinking about it, the two of you looked like married couple, yet you were nothing more than two best friends and roommates.

Once you were done, you made your way toward the shopping center that wasn’t that far away from your apartment. There wasn’t any specific reason the two of you were going there, you only needed some groceries to get, and you could literally get that in the store near your apartment. But the two of you decided to go out a bit, since both of you were pretty much focused on the studies last few days.

You and Touya know each other since you were little kids. Your mother and Rei were childhood best friends, so you and Touya grew up together. It was one of those forced friendships, that would have some huge development later on. As you were getting older, you started realising that you actually liked spending your time with him.

,, I hate this.. When I have money, there is nothing nice to buy, but when I’m broke as fuck, every dress is looking beautiful’’ you rolled your eyes disappointedly. Every time you don’t have much money, the stores around are having such a beautiful collections.

Of course, being your best friend, Touya always bought you clothes you had your eyes on, as a small surprise after you had a long and hard day at uni. You really loved him. Not only because of that, but simply for being him. Everyone knew how damn grateful you were for having him and your life and you really never tried to hide that.

,, Let’s go see if they have some board games, maybe we can buy something and play tonight’’ Touya suggested, grabbing your hand as he took the lead. Every time Touya would hold your hand, your heart would skip a beat. Probably because of the fact that you had one big and fat crush on your best friend.

You were not sure when did it start. Maybe when he pierced his nose, or when people started thinking that the two of you are couple, or maybe the feeling was always there, but you kept it somewhere buried in your mind. Hiding it from everyone and especially from him.

,, Oh, I always wanted to play thing game’’ Touya said, holding a small, black package in his hands. You tried to grab it away from him, but unsuccessfully.

,, What is it ? Show me’’ You squeaked excitedly, hoping it’s something fun.

,, It’s Drunk in love’’ He said, waving the small package in the air. Confusion and jealousy washed over you as you looked at the back of the package. You’ve heard about that game, it’s one for couples.

,, Should we buy it ? I really want to play it’’ He asked. Only confusion was left in your body once he asked you that.

,, Isn’t that a game for couples ?’’ You asked him back.

,, Yeah, but it really isn’t something special, after all everyone is mistaking us for couple, so i don’t see a problem here’’ Touya said, winking at you. ,, Unless you are scared’’ he added fast. You knew that he was just trying to tease you a bit, it was how he always got things his way.

,, You know very well that I ain’t scared. But Touya, that’s not something we should play’’ you said honestly. Sure you would love to play that with him, but you didn’t know what kind of game that really is, so it gave you mixed feelings.

,, Trust me, the game is not a big deal. It’s just fun.’’ He said, looking down at you, hoping you’ll agree with his suggestion. ,, Trust me doll’’ he repeated, and the moment you let a deep breath out and rolled your eyes, Touya knew that he won, making his way to the cashier immediately.

,, Let’s buy something to drink at least’’ you said, hoping that the game won’t be so bad at the end.

,, We have to, it’s a drinking game anyway’’ Touya laughed, placing one arm around you, as the two of you walked to the store with alcohol.

The two of you bought a bottle of vodka, before you made your way home. Not wasting any time, Touya helped you put the groceries in the fridge, before he opened the small package. He took two small glasses for shots, and placed them beside the deck of cards that were already on the table in the living room.

You took two normal glasses and orange juice, in case the vodka might be too much. Touya was already waiting for you, searching for some music on YouTube, as he sat on the floor.

,,Here’’ Touya offered you a cigarette, once you sat on the other side, placing one pillow under your ass. You gladly accepted the cigarette, as you enjoyed the music he found.

The two of you drank few shots of vodka, before you started to play. You weren’t sure what to expect of that game, but if you were being honest, the alcohol was helping you, even tho it was just a little bit.

,, Imma go first’’ Touya said, taking one card. ,, Describe your worst hookup ever or drink’’ he read it out lout. Okay, that wasn’t something so bad, after all, you’ve already talked about it with him.

,, Ehh, that one time I slept with Kai.’’ You said rolling your eyes as you thought about it.

,,Ah, that time when you though he’s still fingering you ?’’ Touya asked, laughing a bit.

,, Yes Touya, his dick was that small’’ You laughed, feeling a little bit more comfy about the stupid game. ,, My turn’’ you added, taking one card.

,, Reveal your biggest sexual fantasy or drink’’ You read it excitedly, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

,, Yeah, no’’ Touya laughed, taking a shot without thinking twice, leaving you all disappointed. ,, Pull another one’’ Touya said, closing his eyes because of the strong taste of the alcohol.

,, Give your parter a piggy back ride around the room or drink’’ a big smile formed on your face as you read the sentence.

,, Easy peasy’’ Touya commented, standing up. The moment he turned around, giving you a sign to hop on his back, you did it. The two of you looked like children, running around the apartment like crazy.

,, Drink if you’ve ever faked an orgasm’’ Touya said, placing the card on the table. Of course you had to drink, thanking God you didn’t have to take a shot for every orgasm you faked.

Card after card, and shot after shot, the two of you were getting tipsier and the cards were getting spicier.

,, Blindfold your partner and make them guess which body part they’re touching or drink’’ Touya read the sentence, glad he was the one who found it first. ,, Yeah, you gonna chicken out ‘’ he teased.

,, Shut up and close your eyes’’ You said thinking about what part you should let him touch. Everything was way too easy to guess. At one point you were almost sure that there was a typo on the card, and that you should touch yourself and he should guess which part, but Touya was 100% sure that he was supposed to touch you.

Taking his hands, you decided that it would be the best if he would touch your collar and breast bones. At your surprise, he was tracing his fingers lightly over your skin, furrowing his eyebrows confusingly as he tried to understand what part of your body he’s touching.

,, Collarbones’’ He said opening his eyes immediately. ,, Ok, you’ve lost, drink’’ he commanded with a smirk on his face, as he took another card.

,, Take one article of clothing or drink’’ Touya placed the card on the table, leaning back onto the lower part of your couch. When he took of his shirt, showing of his perfectly toned body covered with various different tattoos, you realised that the card was referring to both of you. Since your shirt was a bit oversized, you decided to take of your pants.

Trying to ignore the small situation you found yourself in, you took another card fast.

,, Let your partner spank you or drink’’ you read it confusedly, trying to understand what the fuck is happening. Once you understood, you started shaking your head in disbelief, following with one loud laugh. What the fuck did you get yourself into ?

,, Come on doll, come to daddy ‘’ Touya joked, spreading his arms over the couch, as you took the shot of vodka anyway, before you made your way toward him.

Not giving you much time, Touya pulled you down, bending you over his lap. ,, You have no idea how much I wanted to do this’’ He confessed, as he pulled your shirt just enough to show your ass. You couldn’t even focus on his small confession, since you were trying to prepare yourself on the upcoming spanks.

Instead of spanking you, Touya decided to take his time with you, tracing his fingers over your hips and playing with the ends of your panties, pulling them up, forming a thong with them. You were glad that some alcohol was in your system, because you were pretty sure that sober you would never survive that.

,, Now doll, be a good girl and take every single spank for daddy’’ Touya whispered, before he connected his palm with your ass cheek, making you yelp in pain. With every spank he gave you, the pain was getting intenser. But you didn’t mind, after all, isn’t that what you wished for ?

,, Such a good Girl’’ He prised, caressing the red marks he left over your ass. Once you got back on the other side of the table, both you and him started laughing hysterically.

,, Lick your partner below the waist or finish your drink’’ Touya said, smirking widely once again. ,, There’s no way I’m finishing this drink’’ He added, grabbing your arm and pushing you toward him.Touya pushed up on the couch, as he started licking your legs slowly.

You couldn’t believe what the fuck was happening. Both of you half naked, playing some overly sexual game, which led him to licking your legs. You weren’t sure what was driving you more crazy, him licking your legs or his erection that was showing under his grey sweatpants.

Touya placed his hand on your tight, giving in one strong squeeze as he was placing wet kisses on your right inner tight. You could feel his lips getting closer and closer to your private parts, but you didn’t dare to say anything.

,, Wanna know what my fantasy is ?’’ Touya asked, kissing and biting onto the skin around your panties. All you could do is nod your head quietly, lost under his touch and soft kisses.

,, You, you are my biggest fantasy. I want to have you all for myself’’ Touya said hovering over you. ,, I want you to be mine’’ he added, looking you directly in the eyes, before he started leaving soft kisses all over your face.

,, Wanna be mine ? Just you and me doll’’ He asked, biting your lip.

,, Yes’’ You answered him so fast. Fuck yes you want to be his, He didn’t even have to ask you that, you were always his.

Once he heard you say that, Touya pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, letting his hard dick jump straight up. Not breaking the kiss, he started rubbing the tip of his dick around your entrance.

,, Doll, tell me if I’m too rought’’ He said, entering you slowly while he sucked onto your neck, leaving wet love bites. You couldn’t manage to give him a proper answer, hoping that simply nodding your head was understandable enough.

Once he was fully inside of you, he gave you some time to adjust to his size before he started rocking his hips into you. He wasn’t doing it slow, and the position you were in wasn’t the most comfortable one, but you didn’t care about that. All you could think of was the pleasure he was giving you at the moment, mixed with pain.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he rammed into you recklessly, breathing into your neck as his moves were getting stronger and stronger.

,, So tight for me’’ Touya groaned, enjoying the warm feeling your walls were giving him. It felt like you were made just for him. Placing one hand on your hip, and other one on the edge of the couch, he increased his speed, fucking you stronger and deeper than before. With every move he made, he was hitting your g spot, making you moan louder and louder. You were pretty sure that your neighbours were able to hear the two of you, but none of you gave a single fuck.

Both of you were about to cum. His groans were getting louder, and he was fucking you ever harder, while your walls were getting tighter and tighter around him, making it even more enjoyable for him.

,, You can cum inside’’ You managed to say somehow, moaning his name and squeezing your eyes shut once you reached your high.

,, I was planning to ’’ He groaned, fucking you through your orgasm, making it even better for you. After few thrusts, he spilled his seed deep into you. Moving few more times as he made sure to fill you nice and good, not wasting a single drop of his sperm. Once he was done, he collapsed on top of you, fighting for his breath.

,, I love you so much Doll’’ he said, connecting his lips with your own.

,, I love you too’’ You answered him, smiling widely into the kiss.

That night he took care of you, cleaning you, and taking you to his room, making sure that you are alright and that he didn’t hurt you. That night he made sure to clear some things out, he made sure that you wouldn’t think this was some sort of misunderstanding. Telling you how he actually always wanted to ask you out, and how that game was just a chance for him to get him where he is now. With you in his bed, locked between his arms.

That night you understood that your crush was never one sided, and that you were the reason why your best friend never dated anyone else.

Who would have thought that such a dirty game could bring people together ? Would lead them to confessing to each other. You sure didn’t think so, yet there you are, instead of daydreaming about it, you are enjoying the warmth of your best friend, roommate and lover.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Care and Keeping of Idiots

Prompts: Hi I love your fic's so much and I was wondering if you could do DRLAMP (platonic creative twins) hurt/comfort with the light sides just having a lot of unhealthy habits and the dark sides helping them <3 - anon

Prompt if you want one: Roman gets sick from overworking himself but tries to hide it. Virgil finds out and chases him around the mindscape trying to get him to rest eventually him and all the others get him to bed and fluff ensues. That or Roman is sick and everyone fights to take care of him cause I think that would be funny and cute. Hurt/comfort please your honour and lamp is good but mainly prinxiety, roceit and some creative twins would be awesome! A scene for the first idea that lives rent free in my head is Roman hanging onto the door of the imagination while Virgil and Janus hold his legs and then remus jumps from above to knock him out and then they take him upstairs bridal style. I literally adore your writing so much so if you choose to write this thank you so much 💜💜💜💜 Ps: sorry if this is too much detail lol just do what you feel comfortable with - sunflowerblondeuwu

hi! if you're taking prompts, would you be interested in doing some moceit hurt/comfort? - anon

I'd like to request something Logan-centric. Maybe with some protective sides looking after Logan? If you can, if not don't worry about it. - geminimoon14

I've been experimenting with microficlets and short form and thought these were great practice!

Read on Ao3

Warnings: nothing explicit

Pairings: DLAMPR, DLAMP, LAMP, it can be platonic or romantic i don't care anymore

Word Count: 2035

The Dark Sides have their work cut out for them.

“Patton.”

Patton starts in surprise, turning around to see Janus standing there with his arms crossed. He raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, goodness, you startled me!”

“Really, I had no idea.” Janus walks forward, holding out a hand.

“What’s that for, kiddo?”

Janus just holds his hand out further.

“I don’t know what you want,” Patton tries, edging a little further into the kitchen.

Janus sighs. “By all means, continue trying to lie to me.”

Patton stops. Janus takes another step closer, still holding out his hand.

“It’s fine, Janus, don’t worry!”

“Every time you lie,” Janus says, “I’m going to take a step closer.”

“But it’s fine!” And sure enough, he takes a step closer. “I can do it! Wait, that’s not a lie. Stop it!”

“Stop lying, Patton, and I won’t have to.”

Patton does not whine, but he does exhale a little louder than normal. Janus waits patiently, his hand outstretched. Patton sighs and puts the notebook in Janus’s hand. Janus hums and tucks it into his cloak and holds out his hand again.

“…now I really don’t know what you want,” Patton says wearily.

Janus just waggles his fingers.

“Janus, I—“

“Come here, Patton,” Janus murmurs, holding his hand out.

Patton takes his hand and tries not to squeak in surprise as he’s yanked forward into a cuddle. Janus chuckles as he flails slightly, wrapping one arm around his waist to keep him still and ruffling his hair with the other.

“Good.”

“What—what’re you doing?”

“Oh, just remedying this error that I’ve discovered.”

“You—what? Janus—“

“Be still,” Janus chides gently, giving his hair a tug, “you’re alright. Just let me hug you.”

Patton won’t turn down a hug from one of his kiddos, but he’s very confused, thank you very much, and he would like to be less confused.

“I thought we talked about that notebook,” comes Janus’s voice a moment later, “and why you should stop using it.”

“But it helps me remember when I have to do things,” he mumbles into the cloak.

The cloak shifts. “Not in a way that is helpful to you, sweetie.”

“It helps me remember!”

“It helps you feel guilty.”

“…no…”

Janus sighs. “I can’t actually take a step closer while I’m hugging you, but I did it in spirit.”

Patton grumbles. Janus cards his hand through his hair again and uses two more arms to guide Patton’s around his neck.

“I’m going to pick you up now.”

“Where are we—oh!—where are we going?”

“Virgil and Remus have a new version of UNO they want to try and they’re insisting they need four people.” Janus rolls his eyes. “I think they just want an excuse to team up, but we’ll see.”

Patton shifts in Janus’s arms as they make their way to the other living room. He looks up and Janus catches his gaze.

“What, sweetie?”

“…thanks.”

Janus smiles and taps Patton’s cheek. “I’ll drag you kicking and screaming into caring about yourself if I have to.”

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“Virgil.”

“Nope.” Virgil yawns, sprawling a little further across Logan’s desk. “Sorry, L, no work for you.”

“Virgil, where did you even put everything?”

“Your computer’s where it always is when it isn’t on your desk, your notes are filed away with Roman’s help, and your notebook is with Janus.”

Logan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And why have you taken precautions to ensure I don’t have access to my work?”

Virgil indicates the schedule they drew up on the corkboard. “Because it’s your day off and you gave us permission to make you take that day.”

Logan sighs. Again. It’s his favorite way of expressing exasperation with Virgil. Virgil grins, hooking his feet around the arms of the chair and pulling it out of Logan’s reach. He pulls out his phone and starts mindlessly scrolling.

“Virgil.”

“Hmm?”

“Can I just have one notebook?”

“Depends.” He glances up at Logan. “You gonna work?”

Logan opens his mouth and Janus strides out of the shadows. Virgil muffles a snort and shakes his head.

“Okay, that answers that question.”

“Virgil.”

“Logan.”

Janus just flops down onto Logan’s bed and curls his arms around a pillow, hissing from the warmth.

“I just want my notebook,” Logan says, “can I have my notebook back?”

“No work, Logan, you made the rules.”

“I said no work, not no notebook!”

“Yeah, but for you, notebook equals work.”

Logan looks back at Janus. “Can I please have my notebook back?”

“It’s adorable how you think asking me will get you a different answer than asking Virgil.”

Logan is quiet for a moment. Virgil looks up at him over his phone and his brow furrows at the way Logan starts to fiddle with the end of his tie.

“…can I please have it back?”

“Why do you think asking over and over will get you a different result, L?”

“Because perhaps you’ll understand that I need it back,” Logan snaps, clutching the end of his tie.

“Whoa,” Virgil soothes, holding his hand up, “time out. Okay. You want it back?”

“For the forty-seventh time, yes.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s mine.”

Virgil frowns. Then he gets up and nods to Janus. Janus takes Logan’s notebook out and passes it to Virgil, who holds it out for Logan to take. Logan takes it and wraps his arms around it protectively, tucking it under his chin.

“What’s the matter, L,” Virgil says quietly, “why’re you so on edge today?”

Logan sniffs. Oh. Oh, fuck. Janus sits up as Virgil nudges Logan to sit on the bed. Logan sits, still curled around the notebook.

“Talk to us, L,” Virgil murmurs, “did we fuck up? We’re sorry if we did, but you gotta tell us.”

“N-no, it’s—it’s fine, I asked you to do this, I just—“ he shakes himself— “it’s fine.”

Janus hisses lightly.

“Come on, L.”

Logan slumps, his fingertips starting to turn red from pressing against the spirals. Virgil reaches out to gentle them away.

“I suppose I’m still getting used to the idea that I am important to you outside of my work,” comes the whispered confession.

“Oh, sweetie…”

“Can we hug you, L? I think you need it.”

Logan nods, but he doesn’t move the notebook. Virgil taps it.

“Let go, come on.”

Logan lets him pry it out of his hands and toss it onto the desk as Janus wraps an arm around him. Virgil comes back to haul Logan further onto the bed, tucking his head under his chin.

“You’re important to us because you’re Logan, not because you’re Logic.” Janus hums in agreement. “Now, we’re gonna sit here for a moment and then we’re gonna go see how much of a mess Remus has made in the living room.”

Logan huffs. “We did leave him alone, didn’t we?”

“Mm.” Janus tucks his head against Logan’s shoulder. “I’d certainly love to go see whatever mess there is instead of staying here.”

Virgil chuckles. “We can stay here for longer, Logan needs it.”

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“Fuck, where is he?”

“He went into the Imagination!”

“Shit, how’d he get past Patton?”

“I don’t know, but we gotta hurry before he gets lost in there.”

“Hey—hey! There he is! Get back here!”

“Roman! Roman!”

“Shit, he’s getting away!”

“How the fuck is he so fast—“

“Aren’t you fight or flight? Move!”

“I got him—I got him!”

“Hey, hey! Virgil, let me go!”

“No, Roman, you know you’re not supposed to be here, come on—“

Well, if Roman is going to insist they drag him out of here, they will.

“Roman, let go of the door.”

“How are you still holding on, there’s two of us—“

“Shut up, J, and pull!”

“You’ll never take me alive!”

“Stop being so dramatic for one goddamn second—“

“Remus, now!”

Even Roman isn’t so determined that a Morningstar to the head won’t make him go unconscious. Remus ignores the slightly disapproving looks from Virgil and Janus and promptly scoops his brother into his arms and marches out of the Imagination, down to the living room where Logan and Patton are waiting, blankets and pillows set up. Logan raises an eyebrow when he sees Roman’s limp form in Remus’s arms.

“Was knocking him out really necessary? He’s already sick.”

“He’s fine,” Remus defends, “he’ll wake up in like…two seconds.”

“One, two—“

“Hey!”

“Well, what do you know, it was two seconds,” Logan mutters as Janus immediately wraps his arms around a squirming Roman.

“Let me go, I’m fine, I just—“ Roman freezes when he realizes where he is— “oh.”

“Yes, sweetie,” Janus murmurs, “oh. Now hush and let us take care of you.”

“But—“

“We already had to fight to be the ones to come get you,” Virgil interrupts, plopping down with his head in Roman’s lap, “don’t make us do it again.”

“But—“

“Ro,” Remus whines, “just let us take care of you!”

Roman freezes. His mouth snaps shut and he starts to toy with an edge of one of the blankets. His shoulders hunch and Remus counts him heroically stopping three coughs.

“Ro,” he says, softer this time, “you know we want to take care of you, right?”

Roman pointedly does not look at any of them.

“…you said you had to fight over who came to—“ he stifles a sneeze— “to come get me.”

“We fought over who got to come get you.” Remus nudges his shoulder. “I won because I’m your brother and I get dibs.”

“I won because I’m fight or flight.”

“Even though you were so slow.”

“Shut up, Remus.”

“I didn’t win,” Janus says, examining his gloves, “ I just went anyway.”

Roman doesn’t laugh. Instead, he tugs the blanket again. Remus shuffles closer and bonks their heads together.

“You’re not a burden, Roro, we want to take care of you.”

“…why?”

Patton stifles a hurt noise as he takes Roman’s hand in his. Logan scoots loser and curls his hands around Roman’s collar, trying to loosen it a little.

“Fuck, Princey, of course we wanna take care of you.” Virgil ruffles his hair. “You’re sick. Now lie down.”

“B-but—“

“Oh, shh, sweetie,” Janus murmurs, wiping a stray tear, “now, now, you know better than to cry when your head is already sore. I know it’s not your fault sweetie, just shh.”

Remus wraps Roman’s arms around him and curls into his chest. Roman sniffles.

“Now, that’s not fair,” Logan says quietly, “you three already got to go and get him, you don’t get to hog taking care of him as well.”

“Yeah, let us have a turn!”

Roman giggles as Logan tries to tug him away from Remus, which—good luck.

But Roman is happy so Remus will share.

For now.

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smut 3 and 12 with rio please!!

warning: steamy

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Rio was sitting on your kitchen counter when you walked into the room. You’d known Rio long enough to know that—despite how dangerous he was—he’d never hurt you, and you knew how much he loved to pop out of nowhere and sit on things that weren’t chairs, but you still screamed.

It being three in the morning made his unexpected appearance that much more shocking.

“Fuck,” you sighed, holding your hand over your beating heart, “what the hell, Rio? It’s three in the goddamn morning!”

He grinned, hopping down in a way that was way too adorable for a deadly gangster. “Yeah, I know,” he said, not even pretending to think about apologizing, “but I was in the neighborhood…”

“This neighborhood?” You asked, an eyebrow raised. “At three A.M?”

“…and I was thinkin’ about you,” he walked towards you, his eyes trailing down your frame and back up to your face, “Been having a hard time getting you off my mind lately…”

You felt yourself grow warm, and you realized you were only wearing an old T-shirt and a pair of panties. You watched as he walked towards you, his steps somehow lazy, slow, and deliberate all at once. “So you just decided to pop by?” You asked.

He nodded, stopping when he was a few inches in front of you, his eyes staring at you like he could just eat you up. “Were you expecting someone else?”

You licked your lips, and his dark eyes followed the movement. “No…”

“No?” He tilted his head, a smirk growing on his lips. “Thought you had a man.”

You blinked; you did. You had a boyfriend… well, kind of. You weren’t dating, but he was a nice guy who took you out sometimes, treated you well. He was boring, though he meant well, but he wasn’t your man. “I… We’re not…” You frowned, blinking rapidly to snap yourself out of this. “I don’t have to explain what we are to you or who I was or wasn’t expecting. What are you doing here?”

He grinned; he loved when you caught an attitude. “Relax, ma,” he said, reaching up to brush your hair out of your face, his long fingers warm on your soft skin, “I just wanted to see you,” his eyes roamed your body again, and he bit his lip, “and I gotta say, I like what I see…”

You had to remind yourself not to swoon. “Rio…”

He reached over and took your chin in his large hand, forcing you to look him in the eye. “You’ve been working for me for a while now. You do good work. I see the way you operate. You could be something if you wanted to,” he was somehow getting closer as he spoke, and your eyes were fixated on his plump bottom lip, “but you keep trying to run from your potential. You could be a queen, but you waste your time with some pencil pusher who you don’t even let stay the night?”

You looked up, surprised. “How do you know that?”

Rio grinned. “What’s the problem, darlin’? He don’t hit it right? Too small? Bust too quick?”

“What are you talking about?” You said, swallowing.

“I’m talkin’ about why you never let Mr. 401k stay over,” he answered easily, “Why do you even bother with him if he can’t fuck you right?”

Your face was burning, and his hand was still on your chin. It was hard to think with him so close to you, hard to do anything other than imagine what it would feel like to have him between your legs. You could feel yourself getting wet just from his light touches and his heated words. And this wasn’t the first time your boss had made you feel like this. “He… He’s nice.”

“And I’m not?” Rio smirked.

You shook your head. “No, you’re not.”

His smirk only grew. “Aw, you’re gonna hurt my feelings. What do you want then? Huh? You want flowers? Candy? Jewelry?”

You couldn’t tell if he was mocking you or not, but you decided to be honest with your answer. “I want power,” you said, and you watched his smirk turn into a grin. “I want power.”

“Oh, is that all?” He said, leaning closer to you. “Yeah, I can give you that.”

You closed your eyes, and then he was kissing you. You wrapped your arms around him, keeping him close, though there was no way Rio was letting you go now. His kiss was soft, tentative, but when you slipped your tongue into his mouth, he chuckled. His hands went to your ass as he kissed you, and you felt your knees grow weak.

“I need to be inside you,” he grumbled, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke, “Right now.” 

You barely made it to your room, you kept stopping to kiss him, but once you did, Rio pushed you down onto your bed, his hands roaming all over you, clutching the parts of you he always stared at. He kissed his way down your body and took your panties off with his teeth, grinning down at you with them between his teeth as he hovered over you. You sprang up and took hold of his shoulders, flipping him so that you were on top, and from the flash in his eyes—he liked that.

Rio took your shirt off, his large hands coming up to cup your breasts as you unzipped his pants, your palm brushing over his erection. Fuck, he was big, and you knew already that he knew how to use that cock. You leaned down and kissed him, and Rio grabbed the back of your head, directing you so that he could kiss you the way he wanted, the way he’d fantasized about so many times before. He hadn’t been kidding with his ‘right now’, because before you knew it, Rio was pushing up and into you, and you gasped as he filled you. Your hands fell to his chest as you sat up, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He didn’t move at first, letting you get used to him, and though your eyes were closed, you could feel his stare, watching you, memorizing the look of euphoria on your face, knowing he put it there.

Slowly, he started to move inside of you, and you rolled your hips on top of him, moving with him. His strokes were slow and deep, and you shivered as you came, nothing but his name coming off of your lips like a prayer. He sat up, propping himself up on his elbows, and kissed you, and you melted into him. He whispered your name as he wrapped his arms around you, turning you over so that he was back on top.

You’d dreamt of Rio fucking you many, many times, but your imagination could never have predicted how gentle he was with you, how every movement of his hips was dedicated to your pleasure, how his hands felt on your skin, how his lips felt on yours. You sucked on his bottom lip as he moved against you, your hands scratching at his back underneath his shirt. He sat up, and you whimpered, missing his kiss, as he shed his shirt, tossing it off of the bed. He leaned back over you and kissed you, his hips pressing into yours, pushing all the way into you before pulling out and doing it over again. Your legs were shaking; he was going so slow and so deep and felt so damn good, it was all you could do to keep yourself from crying with pleasure. It was like your body was made to take him, like he was made to be yours. You came again, whining as you pulsated around him, and he groaned, slowing his thrusts down as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

“Does he fuck you like this,” he asked, his voice husky and low, “He make you feel like this?” He arched his hips and you cried out. Rio kissed you, shushing you affectionately. “Yeah, I didn’t think so. You know what this means, right?” He asked, fully aware that you were in no position to answer him. “This means you’re mine now.”

You nodded, burying your head in his shoulder, and clenched around him, your body wanting him closer, wanting to feel him cum. The feel of you wrapped around him had Rio groaning with desire, and he started fucking you faster, his hips snapping into yours. The mattress was squeaking, and you were moaning loudly, your mouth against his ear. He grabbed the back of your neck and ripped your head back, forcing you to look at him. He stared down at you until you both came.

You were still shaking when he pulled out of you, and you felt his lips, cool and as soft as a pillow on your warm face. Rio wiped you down before climbing into bed with you, wrapping you up in his arms.

“I was being real with you before,” he said, his voice low but still loud enough to be heard over your heavy breathing, “when I asked you what you wanted,” he looked down at you, and you could see a softness, a sort of affection, in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before, “I wanna know what you like,” he confessed, leaning down and kissing you softly, “I can be nice to you, too.”

You smiled. “I don’t want candy or jewelry or flowers. But if you wanna get me something… How about we start with breakfast?”

Rio smiled back, bringing you closer. “Yeah, okay. I can do that.”

That night, you slept in his arms. He was gone when you woke up, but you smelled bacon in the air, and you smiled. When you went to the kitchen, you were greeted by the sight of him, shirtless, as he stood at the stove. He kissed you good morning, his hands on your waist.

“I know you said you ain’t want jewelry and stuff,” he said, smiling down at you, “but I got you something anyway.” He gestured towards the table—which he had already set for two—with his chin.

Next to your plate and a warm cup of coffee, was a small, solid gold gun, just like Rio’s. You grinned, and he laughed at the look of excitement on your face.

“Maybe,” you said, holding the gun and inspecting it, “I’m a jewelry girl after all…”

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[sweetestlamb]

Sleeping with a Broken Heart

Summary: Late night pillow talk. Things get a little heated.

Author's note: Just a little cut scene after the latest chapter💕💕

"I can't ever forgive her."

He barely responds to her statement, those huge hands wrapped around her waist and lost in her thick tresses spilled across the pillow. He sniffles softly before stroking down the soft nape of her neck, his scent overwhelming under the plush blanket he'd tugged and swaddled them in. She has never left this kind of warmth, the scorching warmth that comes from being cared for and maybe something more that she's not brazen enough to even think.

Another first that belongs to this boy who's bulldozed his way into her broken life.

And now I'm irrefutably stuck.

"You don't have to. You don't owe her anything." The baritone of his voice sends an electric current down her spine and she snuggles in closer to hide the possible flush in her cheeks, her body is still out of her control. Easily he pulls her closer letting her find recluse in the depths of his cotton shirt.

He agrees with her so easily, asking no further questions or attempting to change her mind. Does nothing to invalidate her feelings and that alone makes her feel better, she doesn't have to do anything.

She doesn't own anyone anything.

Nobody but herself.

They simply lay there as the iridescent glow from the moon filters in through his blinds, casting an ethereal shine across the room. She makes the erroneous decision of gazing up at his face and finds herself lost in his beauty. His lashes are unfairly long and his skin is even more perfect up close, he's so handsome and she can't look away.

She grips his shirt tighter to prevent her hands from caressing those high cheekbones that have no business belonging to a boy.

She's so lost in those usurping thoughts that his words completely catch her off guard. Enough to make her choke on air.

"This is the first time I've had a girl in my room. On my bed."

He says it with a certain level of awe and something that sounds suspiciously like satisfaction and uncertainty flares in her stomach.

"You can't tell anyone about this!"

It's a stupid thing to say, she knows him well enough now. She can even say that she trusts him, he knows things about her that she would never utter to another soul but.... she's seen the other boys in their grade. Seen the machismo displays with complete disregard for their partners or the damning rumors that would follow them.

Whore. Slut. Easy.

High schoolers could be cruel she'd seen first hand how easily they would turn on each other, it had taken months to convince Jukyeong that they weren't going anywhere after her secret was cruelly posted for everyone to watch and gawk.

"Look at me." Her choice is taken away with the firm grip of his finger on her jaw, but his voice was enough to hypnotize her into complying without resistance. His eyes are hard and unyielding, "What happens between us is only for us to know. I don't want anyone thinking about you like that. Do you understand?"

How can he just make unabashed statements like that when she can feel her entire face swimming with blood?

"Do you not feel shame?"

"Of course I do. I feel a lot of things when I'm with you."

There he goes again.

Just turning her insides into mush with little to no effort, she hates it.

Or so she tries to convince herself.

"Stop making me feel like this." This time he draws away, placing his head on the fluffy pillow beside her so he can stare directly into her eyes. She struggles not to blink and look away, things are getting blurry with him looking at her like that and holding her so tightly and close.

She hadn't meant to say that, not like that anyway. She intended to sound firm and forceful trying to find resolve that she seemed to lose in his presence but everything in his eyes scream that her words have not been received that way.

He can barely contain his smile.

He looks like danger.

"How do I make you feel?"

Scared shit less. It's a lot less romantic than he's probably hoping for but truly the best way she can decipher the surge of unknown emotions that manifest when he's there looking at her like she's something precious.

Like she's delicate instead of broken and ugly.

"Nervous." She goes with instead. Barely lying.

He scoffs loudly at her reply and immediately she starts to twist away, feeling too naked and vulnerable.

But he won't let her go, his hands are like iron branding her through the thick material of his own sweater on her skin.

"How do you think you make me feel?" He shoots right back at her and she's speechless, she hadn't fathomed that he was feeling anything much less exactly what she's feeling when he's this close and she just wants to touch. He answers his own question while she's still coming to terms with this epiphany.

"You drive me crazy. Having you in my bed is driving me crazy, I can barely resist."

She stares wide eyed as he bares himself to her again, fearless where she is brimming with fear and anxiety.

Can she live like that?

She takes a steadying breath, before responding.

"Why are you resisting?"

He groans softly, starting to roll away but emboldened by his confession she rolls with him, chest to chest her head hovering above his own.

He gulps, frozen beneath the weight of her body.

"Sujin. Please. I don't want to take advantage of you. You're just sad."

"You're right. I am sad. I've been sad for a long time, I thought I would be sad forever but now you're here."

She's doing it. Her heart is pounding inside her brittle ribcage but she forces herself to keep going, to keep talking even if she's terrified of the outcome.

He doesn't say anything, she can barely hear him breathe as if he's scared to spook her. He just watches with huge beguiling eyes.

"I'm not good at this." He nods as if he understands exactly what she means and she's so grateful she could cry, "But you said I was allowed to hold on to you when I was scared. You said you were mine."

His face melts into something soft that makes her chest constrict and she wants to disappear but she knows that there's nowhere she can go that he won't follow, she was stuck with him.

"What are you doing to me?" He echoes her earlier sentiments and she feels her own control snap like elastic, she can't control her parents, can't force them to love her there's no use even trying but this, them. Here with him she has a voice and someone who listens and fuck, she just wants to stop thinking. Wants her thoughts to be nothing but Seojun, Seojun's lips, Seojun's hands, Seojun's scent all of him drowning her.

"Kiss me, please."

He moves closer, almost instinctively only stopping when they are centimeters apart.

Looking conflicted.

"Are you sure? This isn't why I brought you here. We don't have to do anyth--"

"Shut up." She whispers before thrusting her tongue into his mouth, tasting the minty freshness of his toothpaste and eagerly swallowing his little gasp of shock. He's unnervingly still under her but this does nothing to dissuade her, she would kiss him into action. This self sacrificing shit could only last so long if he even felt a fraction of what she felt with they touched. Thoughtlessly she clamors over his motionless body, straddling him and this causes a high pitched squeak and then he's moving, biting down hard on her bottom lip and running a hand up her bare leg.

When she starts to feel dizzy from lack of oxygen she pulls away, reluctantly. He looks as dazed as she feels and she smashes her lips back into his, thankful that he had the foresight to open his mouth because she could collide with his teeth. She honestly has no idea what she's doing, but the noises that he's making encourage her to keep going- to keep suckling and licking.

He starts to gasp and groan, so loud it makes her head spin. "Baby, you're not playing fair." She's light-headed from the persistent nickname, something undeniably sexy about him calling her that as she kisses him senseless, making her own toes curl.

She runs a hand through his hair gently tugging and then she feels his hips snap upward like clockwork and oh. She pulls their lips apart blushing at the wet loud pop that echoes as she breaks the kiss and she doesn't know what to do at first, this is another first for her. She's never been here before, no boy has ever gotten this close to her.

He pants harshly beneath her and when she grinds down with an experimental whine he recoils like he's been burnt, thrusting her off to the side and dragging the duvet above his waist.

It's the first time she's witnessed him looking embarrassed, it's adorable. But she'll never tell him this.

"I'm sorry. I lost control. It was an accident."

"Was that because of me... Did I do that?" It's another asinine question, they'd all received that uncomfortable sex education class and she knew about hormones but it's hard to wrap her head around the idea that she's the one that caused such a visceral reaction.

"Are you just fishing for compliments now?" He retorts, glancing away and she can see movement under the duvet and instead of fear or disgust, she feels hot and a bit curious.

"Can I-

"No."

She squints at him offended, "You don't even know what I was going to say."

"It doesn't matter. I can't handle you saying anything right now. "

"I thought you were a ladies man? Isn't this how you keep the girls coming back?"

She mentally chides herself when that smirk graces his stupid handsome face.

"Are you jealous? I told you that was just a joke. Don't be like that baby." His drawl is filled to the brim with satisfaction and she punches him instinctively, he cries out at the blow far more dramatically than necessary. The big baby.

"Don't call me baby."

The smirk grows, "You didn't seem to mind awhile ago. "

She blazes red, glaring daggers at him but she never gets a chance to rebut his statement.

Then they both jerk and freeze at the sound of footsteps on wooden floors, holding their breath in anticipation.

Softly through the door a voice carries, "Where did that boy go? He's supposed to be sleeping on the couch. "

She's never seen anyone move that quickly but fast as lightning, he's up out of the bed and throwing himself under the mattress as if the woman could burst in at any time.

That might be true and she would die of mortification.

Thankfully the door stays closed and they hear, "He must be in the bathroom," and then the soft patter of retreating footsteps.

That was too close.

She finally releases a breath she didn't realize she had been holding, greedily sucking in air.

Seojun stands up from his spot under the bed looking as scared as she's ever seen him.

She's tempted to capture this image forever.

"I should go."

It looks like it pains him to utter the words and she feels that gap in her chest, she was already so cold without his furnace like warmth.

"Yeah you should." She nods up at him, wrapping her arms around herself in a feeble attempt to preserve heat. When the urge to shiver comes over her she doesn't fight it, allowing her body to shake like a leaf in a cold autumn day.

He's lifting the blanket up and wrapping her back in his arms before she can finish shaking, "I'll go after you fall asleep."

She hides her soft grin on his chest, "Okay. If you insist."

She readjusts him on the bed, using his chest as a pillow and sleep finds her in no time. Her nose is filled with his scent and that's enough to soothe her to a land of dreams.

"Maybe you're the one taking advantage of me." He whispers into her hair, sounding fonder than he should at the accusation. "I shouldn't like it this much."

She pretends not to hear. Words are too much. 

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I know it's been done a million times but what if Harry out of nowhere suddenly compares you to Camille or any of his ex and it's angst but also very sad 😔✊

Differences

It was just a normal day, everything was fine- amazing actually. Having a cuddley fun day filled with love making, movies and all kinds of snacks, but things turned south rather quickly.

“Can we watch Tangled next?” Y/N asked with a smile, looking up at her boyfriend as her head laid on his shoulder, “or just any princess movie? Really in the mood for one.”

“God, you are so different from Camille.” Harry dryly chuckled, rolling his eyes in disbelief, “she was always so mature and, like, proper and you’re just like a little kid.”

“What?” She squeaked out in shock, surprised a sound even came out.

Y/N had always been insecure about her age, already been younger than Harry made Camille even more so her senior in relation to the age difference between the ex-lovers... something Harry knew.

She had always been insecure about their relationship period, granted she felt guilty for. She felt silly feeling so inadequate and insecure about a woman he had previously been with long before she met him, but the girl was only human. A non model, average looking girl human.

And Harry loved her! Wrote a whole album about her and knowing the man he is she knew he had big plans and just the thought of them together made her nauseous with jealously.

“What?” He asked, seemingly unaware of the mental turmoil she was under, the demons screaming in her mind all that was wrong with her, wondering when was the last time they spoke and if he compared her to the other often... how often he thought of her.

After seeing her blank expression and glazed over eyes, now father away as she scooted away from him, sitting off by herself on the couch.

“I’m sorry I can’t change my age.” Y/N whispered, “believe me, I would if I could. Anything to get me to be more like her.”

As soon as she finished, Y/N quickly stood and ran off to their bedroom, letting the tears flow once she was around the corner and out of sight, sobbing into the pillow the second she fell into it.

Y/N was never one to run away from an argument, believing it needed to be talked out and discussed, no matter how hard it is. But this hardly felt like a fight to her and more like a confession, as confession that he was still thinking of her, still loved her. And how she would never be enough.

Her tears ran like a faucet with a broken handle, unable to control herself as she hugged her pillow tightly, trying to transfer the pain into it, but of course failing.

She wanted to scream, cry out and yell how she felt, but she just couldn’t even find the words to explain. She didn’t even know how to start. How are you? How are you supposed to tell the man your in love with that you wanna spend forever with him when he is still hung up on somebody else? Has he been thinking this the whole time?

“Darling?” She heard a soft voice and Y/N gripped the pillow tighter, turning and moving it so her back was to the door, pulling the covers up closer to her neck and burying her face in the pillow, wishing she could disappear.

“Baby, what are yo- Oh fuck baby.” Harry whispered, a heart wrenching sight in front of him as she was curled in a ball, seeing her knuckles turning a ghostly white from her tight grip on the pillow, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have- I didn’t mean it.”

Y/N shook her head quickly, trying to signal she didn’t want to talk, hoping he would take the hint and just go away, but of course he didn’t. He slowly approached the bed, Y/N feeling it sink a bit under his weight and she could feel his ghostly touch from how close his hip was to her back.

“Don’t touch me!” She screeched the second his hand came in contact with his back, and both parties flinch. Harry in shock and Y/N arching away from his touch as if it burned her. Her voice instantly turning soft as she refused to look at him still, quivering as she forced out through sniffles, “just go. I-I just wanna be alone.”

Harry say quite a few moments, thinking back to the many rom coms he has seen and wondering if this is the situation where you are supposed to stay or you are really supposed to leave. The bed squeaked quietly under his weight, his body unconsciously swaying slightly as his mind swayed back and forth between the two ideas.

“A-are you sure? We can talk later and just cu-cuddle- or I can just sit here with you now or if you want we can-“

“Go.”

Harry nodded, knowing she couldn’t see, his hand coming up to run through her hair but stopping himself as he stood, retracting his hand and squeezing his own tightly, feeling immense pressure from not trying to comfort her.

“Okay, I’ll be in the living room. Just come out there or call for me and I’ll be in here in an instant.” He whispered, voice hoarse as tries his best to hold in his tears, feeling as if he doesn’t deserve to cry, knowing he was the one who fucked up, “.... I love you... I’m so in love you, Y/N... I’m so sorry.”

He bite his bottom lip, hoping for some kind of hum or nod or any kind of return, but he was only met with hushed cries, seeing her pull the pillow tighter to her chest and he could feel his own cave in.

As Harry turned on his heel, he headed to the living room after shutting the bedroom door quietly, wondering if he just fucked up the best thing to ever happen to him.

***

Harry sat out there for two hours and forty three minutes and he cried the whole time, tugging on his hair as his fingers ran roughly over his face, dragging the skin to try and relive the grief he was feeling.

And Harry surely knew how she was feeling, he knew exactly what thoughts he put in her head. She was going, innocent even, hardly ever being with anyone besides him so him having that serious relationship before her, worried her. After only having Harry and loving him so much, she wondered how anyone could stop, and she knew how hard Harry loved too.

He knew it scared her, reassuring her that he wanted her, just her and how much he loved her clearly wasn’t enough.

Maybe it was but you just had to fucking ruin it, didn’t you dickhead? Harry thought to himself, wanting to scream aloud.

A soft patter came from the hall made Harry perk up, seeing Y/N come around the corner with puffy eyes and messy hair, the saddest angel he had ever seen.

“Love?” He grabbed, standing from the couch and rubbing his matching eyes, approaching her quickly but stopping as he noticed her flinch slightly, “I’m sorry, fuck, here um, do you want some water? Tea?”

“Tea please.” She whispered, voice cracking and dry as she avoided eye contact, “can we uhm... talk please?”

The word talk a much higher octave, looking down and seeing the girl bite her bottom lip as more tears welled up in her eyes and she looked to the ceiling, cursing under her breathe and wiping then quickly, making Harry wonder if she had to practice talking before coming out, knowing how hard it is for her to tak when she’s upset.

“Absolutely.” He assured, quickly grabbing her two favorite mugs and brewing the hot water, “why don’t you get comfy in the bed and I’ll be in there the second these are done, yeah? Unless you would be more comfortable out here.”

“The bedroom is okay.” She nodded, making eye contact for the first time in hours, “I-I’ll be in there.”

She quickly turned her head down before scurrying away, leaving Harry by his lonesome again, although his heart started to regain speed both with nerves and excitement at the ability to just try and talk this through.

A few minutes later, both cups were ready and he carried them to the bedroom, setting hers down on her night stand before moving over to his side, setting it down before hesitantly crawling in beside her, the lovers turning to face each other instantly.

“What did you say that?” Y/N whispered, “If you... if you still love her I understand but please don’t do this to me anymore.”

“Still love her? Absolutely not. Not even in the slightest, darling.” Harry instantly spoke, shaking his head and scooting a bit closer as she stared up at him wide eyed, “I don’t know why I said it and i really don’t know why I said it like that but I swear it wasn’t meant to say be like her. I love you because you’re you.”

“... do you think about her often?” She whispered, heart pounding and she reaches behind herself, grabbing the mug and using it to distract herself, “do you compare me to her a lot?”

“No!” He shot back, nearly wanting to laugh at how obvious it was to him but there is no way to prove that, “I never do, honest! I don’t know just tonight, just spending the whole day with you doing nothing and thinking about nothing and not talking about work or anything having to do with it... was so nice. I realized how amazing the simple things are and I’ve never had that before.”

“But why did you have to say her na-“

“Because before I met you, I thought that the relationship I was in, was perfection. And I was so wrong, even looking back at the good times we were always bringing up work or do something like that. With you, I get to be myself all the time... you make me feel young again.” Harry explained, hesitantly teaching over and intertwining their fingers, smiling when she didn’t pull away, “I know i shouldn’t have said it and I sure as hell shouldn’t have said it like that, but you know I’m not so good with talking sometimes...”

Y/N let out a slight giggle at that, thinking back to when Harry met her family and just could not form a proper sentence the first hour within being there. Also thinking back to their first few dates, how nervous he was and how he mixed around his words.

The sound made him smile, his other hand pushing away the stray hairs from her face and smiling at her, “I love you so much, Y/N. Just you and only you forever and I’m sorry your stuck with me because I can be a bit of a twat.”

Y/N starred up into his eyes a few moments before scooting closer and falling into him, arms going around him as her face nuzzled against his chest, “yeah, you can be.”

Harry chuckled lowly and Y/N giggled at the slight way it tickled her cheek that was pressed against him, pulling away and looking up at him, “I’m sorry if I acted crazy, I just know how much you loved h-“

“You didn’t act crazy, I was a proper arse.” He sighed, leaning his forehead against hers, “and notice the past tense? This love with you is so different and real... so intense it scares me, that’s why I fuck up sometimes. Don’t know why you stay with me.”

“Because I love you so so so much....” She whispered, pressing her lips softly against his jaw, “and that’s why I get so crazy emotional, I’m so scared of losing you...”

“I’m not going anywhere, stuck with me till the end of time.”

“Good.”

Harry states at her, thumb running over her cheek bone as her admired every small detail of her face, “I’m sorry I made you cry... I’m sorry I made you feel so hurt.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel the same.” She shyly frowned, looking down at the sheets in her own shame, “promise I’ll try and get better at talking, shouldn’t have pushed you away.”

“Well I shouldn’t have been a dick.” He chucked, making her laugh which made her smile which made Harry happy, “I’ll do anything to keep that smile there.”

The pair quickly leaned in, pressing their lips together as they almost instantly molded into one another, Y/N crawling on his lap. They both had their arms tight around each other, hardly letting the other person move as the met their lips softly meet.

“What princess movie are we gonna watch first, Princess?” He smirked, pressing a playful kiss on her neck making her let out a loud laugh, “Were watching them all.”

[missgatorteeth]

Dani and Jamie ruined orgasm? pls

A very interesting prompt, indeed. This is cross-posted onto my Ao3 for archiving reasons, and if you prefer to read it there here’s the link.

• (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction

[1123 words, NSFW below the cut ]

Dani x Jamie smutty oneshot

The bedsprings squeak under Dani as she shifts her elbows on the mattress. Without her shirt on, the sheets feel hot under her bare stomach, and moving scrunches them up underneath her. Dani’s palms splay out against the thighs framing her head, holding them open and letting herself squeeze the soft skin there to feel the muscles in them tremble. The motel they’re staying at has thin walls, and Dani blushes across the bridge of her nose listening to the noises of the woman’s whose legs she lays between. Noises that are being caused by her.

“Fuck,” The yellow-tinted light of the bedside lamp illuminates Jamie. The brunette propped up, her shoulders pressed against the headboard, pillows cushioning the angle of her upper body. She’s impossibly attractive, topless in the poor lighting of the first place with a vacant room since they drove out of Bly. The ashtray on the side table smokes with a recently stamped out cigarette, Jamie’s no longer occupied hand coming to comb through Dani’s messy hair. “You’re a natural at this, Poppins. Sure you never done this before, then?”

Dani is breathless, and her eyes dart nervously between looking at Jamie and, well, looking at Jamie as she eases back to reply. A thin line of saliva mixed with Jamie’s increasing wetness links between Jamie’s center and Dani’s bottom lip. It breaks when Dani speaks in an airy voice that shakes with butterflies, “You like it?”

Jamie rolls her eyes, but her fingers tuck Dani’s hair behind her ears, and she reassures in a voice wholly intent on settling the simmer of anxiety in her partner’s stomach, “How can I not like a pretty girl eating fanny?” The vulgar term makes Dani’s stomach flip. The reaction must paint obviously across her features if Jamie’s sudden raised eyebrow and the curl of her lips into an amused smirk means anything. As if to fan the warmth of Dani’s face, Jamie teases, “Oi, Dani, you aren’t embarrassed now, are you?”

Dani’s nose scrunches, and her eyes narrow. Her denial comes with a stutter and an unconvincing wobble, “No!”

The television hums as background noise to their conversation, a forgotten episode of Full House idling along to their banter. Jamie lets her legs fall open further, sinks back into the pillows enough she can’t hold onto Dani’s hair without straining her shoulders. Yet, though she does badger the blonde, her fingers pull Dani’s so they can interlock on top of her stomach for encouragement. “Don’t worry,” Jamie bolsters, “It doesn’t bite back.”

Dani laughs, and the break of her tension gives her enough confidence to lock her mouth around Jamie’s clit again - earning an inspiriting gasp from the gardener. Her giggling is muffled by Jamie’s center, and the vibrations make Jamie’s hips buck up into her mouth. A groan falls from Jamie’s parted lips. The fingers intertwined with her own tighten with the rock of her lower half into Dani.

Dani references what she knows she likes. Eddie never did this, not that she wanted him to, but Jamie had been all too eager to kiss down Dani’s stomach and quite literally pull her underwear off with her teeth. She alternates sucking in her cheeks with broad strokes of her tongue, enjoying the wet sounds that feel heavier in the mostly silent motel room. The second bed stands abandoned alongside their heated one. Dani wonders if the accusing look the reception had given them is being confirmed right now by a flood of calls as Jamie yelps out -

“Right there!” Jamie’s free hand fans out against the sheets, the veins in it popping up as she curls her fingers in the sheets. Her breath is held in her lungs with a low grunt, and though she encourages Dani to keep going, her hips jump as if to dart away from the insistent attention of the former au pair’s tongue. Dani uses her unencumbered arm to wrap around Jamie’s thigh and hold her still. “Dani, I’m going to-”

Jamie’s breathing hiccups into a moan of whatever she planned on telling the other woman, broken on her exhale. The warmth of her arousal boils into a heavy roll that feels like an explosive ready under her skin. Jamie closes her eyes, swallows her next noise cause she can just tell it’ll tell the entire complex what exactly is happening in room twenty-two. She squeezes Dani’s palm with her fingers, feels her muscles tighten -

And feels Dani pull back. The rush of cool air against her center where Dani’s mouth had been sucking is just enough to push her over the edge of climax. The buildup had been steady; mostly due to Dani exploring the new experience, but it had towered up her orgasm slowly. But instead of coming with Dani’s tongue on her, Jamie comes with nothing but Dani’s naive question, “Are you coming?”

Jamie grinds her teeth together. The shake in her legs and the near pain of no stimulation through the peak of her climax making her eyes clench shut. She needs something before she screams, so her hand drops Dani’s, and both of them go to tug in Dani’s hair with urgency down and between her legs, “Fucking hell Dani, don’t bloody stop!”

Dani’s mouth returns a second too late, curling around the crash of her orgasm. The pleasantness of the aftershocks is extended with Dani’s returned attention, but it’s soon too much that Jamie tugs the blonde up and away from her center. A placid sigh escapes Jamie has Dani settles on top of her. Dani, with her tousled sex hair and wet chin, smiling at Jamie with an apprehensive excitement.

Jamie smiles back at her and mollifies her worry, “That was lovely, Poppins.”

“Really?” Dani pipes up, her blue eyes with wide blown pupils lighting up. Jamie doesn’t miss the way her hips rock down into Jamie’s lap. Seems as if she liked it too.

“Yes, Dani, yes,” Jamie pulls her down to kiss her, tasting herself on the blonde woman’s tongue. Her hands run down Dani’s arms, making their way to her wrists. “But you can’t stop, yeah?” Jamie blows out of her mouth, trying to get the hair out from her eyes.

Dani lowers her gaze, her fingers lingering just under the swell of Jamie’s chest. “I don’t think I ever want to stop,” The admission makes her flush, red spreading down her bare chest.

“Right then,” Jamie smirks at Dani’s confession, her fingers linking around Dani’s wrist to use her arms as leverage to flip their positions. Dani lets out a surprised squeak as her head hits the pillows. Jamie’s weight settling on the tops of her thighs, “Let’s try that again from the top.”

[wonderwomanfantasy]

almost, almost, almost

I feel like absolute shit so y’all can have a comfort fic. 

Sero x reader 

word count: 3,000 (about)

summary: I have nothing to offer but Sero fluff and cliches also this is an unedited mess and I’ve gone off the rails 

You were beside Sero both of you sitting casually in his hammock. Sero’s long legs reached to the floor rocking you both back and forth. A “chill vibes” playlist filled the empty space pleasantly. his attention was strictly forward. focused on some first-person shooter you didn’t know the name of. Technically you should be studying, that’s why you were in his room in the first place, but you didn’t want to suggest it and break the peaceful atmosphere. you also really didn’t want to study, but you decided that was a secondary concern. 

It had been a long, hard day, you just wanted to sit here with your best friend and relax. Sero lifted his arm, silently offering up his chest. You fell to the side resting your head in his firm chest and wrapped your arms around his waist he chuckled and lowered his arm on top of your back.

Sero was just a friend, but he had always been free with his affection and there was no one better to cling to. “You okay Sunshine?” He asked, quietly his breath tickling your ear. He already knew the answer, something was up. Normally when you watched him game you yelled at him to jump now!! or go left! but you were eerily quiet today. 

“My head hurts” you groaned back he hummed contemplating that. He shut off the game, deciding to find a quieter activity. He rubbed your back comfortingly making you relax without realizing it.

“It’s chill we’ll just hang until you feel better,” he declared softly. You muttered a thank you into his chest and breathed deeply. It was good just resting I top of Sero. He was warm and smelled nice, like fruit punch almost but more Citric. You stopped smelling him, mentally kicking yourself for doing something so creepy.

It was hard to say when your feelings for Sero had taken a turn for the romantic but one day you had just been looking at him, the two of you hanging out in the kitchen eating chocolate chips and spoonfuls of peanut butter and you had realized how handsome he was and you had to hide the blush that covered your face.

Suddenly you couldn’t help but overthink every kind gesture or lingering touch that Sero gave so regularly. You had gotten better about not showing how much you liked him, besides you had a strict no dating while you were still in high school rule. Becoming a hero was hard enough, you didn’t need a boy messing that all up for you. besides being his friend wasn’t so bad.

You tightened your grip on his side, balling the fabric of his loose-fitting shirt in your hand. He ran his fingers through your hair, pushing it away from your forehead and smoothing it down. It was a loving action. 

“Keep that up and I’ll fall asleep,” you warned making him huff in amusement

“Ah, Baby needs a nappy nap huh?” He teased you hit him in the side only making him laugh harder

“Okay ow I’m sorry, I’ll wake you in time for dinner okay?” He said going back to carding his fingers through your hair, this time the motion was accompanied by his nails gently scraping at your scalp. You yawned and quickly forgave him for mocking you and let yourself fall asleep in his arms.

Sero was glad that your face was mushed against his chest and you couldn’t see how pink his cheeks had gotten. He really hadn’t meant to call you Baby but the pet name had just slipped out and as a result, his face was as red as Kirishimas hair. You didn’t think anything if it so why was he making such a big deal out of it? well, he knew why.

Because he was an idiot and in love with his best friend and every little act of intimacy with you made his heart jump. He rocked back and forth on the hammock listening to the soft sounds you made as you slept. If he leaned down and kisses your forehead right now, you would never know and what harm would a simple innocent kiss do?

His phone buzzed making Sero jolt, although not hard enough to wake you luckily. It was Kirishima asking if Sero has seen you, apparently the two of you had made plans to work out together right now. Sero took a quick picture of your sleeping face and sent it. Kirishima could wake you himself if he needed a training partner that bad.

Kirishima didn’t come and you remained sound asleep. Sero sighed, he either needed to ask you out or just get over you because nights like these were getting him nowhere which wasn’t to say that he didn’t enjoy these kinds of nights, but it wasn’t good for his heart.

He looked back down at the photo. the picture was too cute no to save. Sero bit his lip and sighed before setting the picture as his home screen. Christ, he was whipped. 

Both of you were in your first year and he had the perfect idea to ask you out but a boy from 1B beat him to it. You shot him down telling him you didn’t want to date while you were training to be a hero still. So Sero has promptly dumped the idea of asking you out. But that had been two years ago, and he couldn’t seem to let go of the hope that you had changed your mind. 

He contemplated the issue battling out both sides in his head for the next few hours while you slept. Finally, it was close enough to dinner that he probably should wake you up.

You were too cute rubbing your eyes and yawning as you got up from his chest. “Feel better?” He asked with a gulp. You nodded and smiled sleepily at him.

“You know you make a great pillow,” you said gracefully stepping out of the hammock, Sero wondered how you made it look so easy, it was his and he still tripped half the time.  “you’re going to make a great boyfriend one day,” you added offhandedly. you meant it too. 

“yeah a great boyfriend for you,” he shot back without thinking. Sero tripped trying to get out and almost ate carpet but righted himself. 

“what?” you asked not sure if you heard him right. 

“What?” he repeated playing it off as if he hadn’t said anything all the while mentally hitting himself for being such a chicken. that was only the first of many almost confessions.

The next one came at a 1-A party, Aizawa had decided to actually chaperone this one so none of you had been able to get drunk like you had originally planned instead you were playing never have I ever. 

“never have I ever been kissed,” Midorya admitted and both you and Sero took a sip of your nonspiked soda. 

“Really?” you asked turning to him “Never been kissed huh?” you probed, although it really shouldn’t have been surprised if he had you would have been the first to know. Sero shrugged 

“nope,” it didn’t sound like it bothered him. you bit your lip and leaned in close to his ear, you had become more blatant in your flirting recently, just to see if the results could be any different. getting a rise out of him was more exhilarating then it should be. 

“I could help change that you know,” your volume was normal but your words lost in the music to everyone who wasn’t Sero, you just wanted to see him flush pink, but he didn’t miss a beat. 

“How? you’re a mega virgin too,” He laughed flicking your forehead. you didn’t know what to say next, was he really dumb enough not to get the hint? Or was this some way of letting you down easy?  you sighed and dropped it. Sero was still kind enough to walk you back to your room so at least you hadn't made things awkward. He gave you the standard side hug and casual ‘night’ then he was gone.

you sighed and flopped on to your bed, maybe next time you tried to kiss Sero you would ask him more directly. suddenly your body went stiff. next time? as if you were going to spend the rest of your life trying to kiss Sero Hanta. 

It was only when he was in his own room when he was trying to fall asleep when Sero realized what you had meant. Sero buried his face in his pillow and screamed. He was the dumbest person on the planet. If he went to your room right now would you kiss him? or were you kidding? there was a bang on his wall, Todoroki telling him to shut up. it was almost three in the morning, after all. His internal crisis about his own Stupidity would have to wait until the morning. maybe, next time he would have to initiate thigs. he screamed again thinking about next time, earring him another bang from Todoroki. 

The next incident came when you two were at the mall sipping on bubble tea and window shopping. it was comfortable if not a little flirty. Things had been really flirty between the two of you lately, not that either of you were complaining. 

You were preoccupied examing figurines and Sero was across the way looking at video games when a large man tapped you on the shoulder, at first you thought it was an accident, the store was fairly crowded after all. When you turned he was hovering right behind you. 

“you a fan?” he asked eagerly, nodding towards the figurine you had been examining. 

“oh- yeah,” you said, taken slightly aback by his forwardness. 

“If you want we can grab lunch together and talk about the show?” he asked 

“Sorry but I’m actually here with my boyfriend,” you lied without thinking. the stranger cocked an eyebrow up at you. 

“Really? I don’t see anyone here with you,” he challenged. you panicked 

“Uhm Sero?” you yelped and instantly Sero appeared beside you that Hero speed coming in handy.

“Is something wrong?” He asked sizing up the man in front of you. you grabbed his arm and pulled him in front of you like a human shield. If Sero hadn’t been ready to protect you before he certainly was now. the man scanned Sero and seemed to come to the conclusion that he could, in fact, be your boyfriend.   

“Nah,” the guy said before turning on his heal, still you didn’t let go of his arm. 

“what-”

“I panicked and told him you were my boyfriend,” you explained in a hiss, he smiled his goofy crooked smile and laced his fingers through yours, giving your hand a small squeeze. 

“wow (y/n) there are easier ways to ask me out- I mean getting other people involved is a bit dram-OW!” you had cut him off by stomping on his foot

“Alright got it,” he squeaked. “Let’s get out of here before anyone tries to steal you away from me yeah?” he asked you giggled at the mock possessiveness and let him pull you away. even once you were out of the store, He didn’t drop your hand. you didn’t complain. 

You were alone in the hotel room your hero suit on the floor in a crumpled pile, the shorts and tank top you had remembered to pack much more comfortable than the spandex. 

“I’m writing to the agency this is ridiculous,” Sero complained coming out of the bathroom, he had also changed. He was now wearing only low hanging sweatpants. He shook his wet hair like a dog sending water droplets flying. you couldn’t help but follow one of those droplets as it fell down his toned body, rolling between his abbs and down the sharp V that disappeared into the waistband of his pants. 

“First they make us share not only a room- but a bed too then the shower doesn’t even have hot water,” he complained flopping down beside you. You were an adult, technically, and a pro hero but things were still the same with him, just like when you were teenagers. 

“oh suck it up,” you laughed ruffling his still-wet hair. It wasn’t a surprise that you and Sero had been teamed up together, after all, the two of you made an excellent team. It was a little pathetic how in love with him you still were. but you were heroes now, you barely had time to date, still, all of your free time already went to him. how different would it be in a relationship? you realized you were unconsciously playing with his hair and you moved away slightly only for him to push your hand back to his scalp.

“You owe me head scratches,” he muttered into the pillow you scoffed and continued playing with the ink-black strands. 

“How exactly do I owe you anything Hanta?” you asked, not that the answer really mattered. Really how different would this moment be if you were calling him a boyfriend or a friend? what was holding you back?

“don’t act like I didn’t save your ass back there-” he had saved you, yanking shrapnel out of the sky moments before it could hit you, “-one life saving equals one head-scratching session,” he declared with a yawn. it was late, you both were exhausted, and had a long day ahead of you.

“Why don’t you cash that in later and we both go to sleep now?” you asked turning of the nearest lamp. Sero nodded turning off his own light, plunging the room into darkness. both of you slid under the covers, you had shared a bed with him before there wasn’t any need for you to be embarrassed, but here you were flushing at his proximity. 

“(y/n) let’s make a deal,” he said and you turned in the bed to face him, even though you couldn’t make him out yet.  “I will oh so generously wave your owed head scratches,” he started then paused 

“If?” you prompted. you felt his hand wrap around your wrist and tug you closer

“let me hold you while we sleep?” he breathed. now you were really grateful for the cover of darkness. you gaped at him your cheeks burning.  you were already pressed up against his chest, his skin still cool from the shower, the only question was if you would push him away or not. 

“I just- feel safer when you’re right next to me you know?” he mumbled, you could imagine he was blushing himself. you coiled your arms around his waist 

“you’re a chump Hanta trading my godly head scratches for me just laying here? rookie move,” you teased snuggling up to his chest. he relaxed, wrapping his arms around you a sigh of relief passing his lips, but you could still feel some tension in his body. 

“and just so you know, I feel safer with you here too,” you added and he finally relaxed completely. melting into your warm embrace. 

“Leah is an idiot,” you scoffed throwing a piece of popcorn in a high arch and catching it in your mouth. you were curled up on the corner of Sero’s couch, watching the terrible Rom-Com he was forcing you to watch this time during your weekly movie nights.  “I mean she has been in love with Tom for how long? why doesn’t she just come out and say it, like their best friends no way he’d be a dick even if he did reject her,” you argued all too aware of how similar this movie was to your own situation. 

“well, Leah has been dropping hints since day one maybe she is waiting for tom to notice and make the move,” Sero argued back. 

“Still- She’s been making all the moves maybe Tom is just waiting for her to stop flirting and do something meaningful,” you argued, mad at yourself more than the character. you had been the one really pushing things here Sero, only sometimes flirting back occasionally. 

“Maybe Leah doesn’t know what the hell Tom is feeling half the time and if he is only flirting with her as a joke or not. She doesn’t want to get hurt,” he snapped, you could see he was getting angry. normally you would drop it if it was pissing Sero off but you pressed.

“I mean Leah is scared but that’s not really an excuse is it? Leah, does more dangerous stuff every day can’t she just woman up and get it over with?”  you were talking about your self again. It was infuriating how asking a boy out was more trouble then capturing bloodthirsty villains.

“So what? Leah should just lean over out of the blue and kiss Tom?” he asked and you suddenly noticed how only a bowl of popcorn was separating you. he was looking at you with such intensity you were almost frightened of him.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”  

Sero was on top of you cupping your cheek with one hand and your hip with the other. your hands weren’t quite as stationary roaming from his hair to his chest to the waistband of his pants then back up again. 

He was kissing you with intense hunger. like a starving man presented with a feast. he tasted like candy, although you weren’t sure which one. you ran your tongue over his lips searching for a deeper taste. Sero didn’t seem to mind just kissing you back firmly. his tongue twisted with yours and instinctively you bucked your hips up meeting his making both of you groan. Strawberry Nerds you suddenly realized.  Sero tasted exactly like Strawberry Nerds. you could almost laugh at how dorky the idea was. 

“did you just call me a nerd while we are making out?” Sero asked pulling away incredulously.  

“no. shut up. keep kissing me,” you denied leaning up to kiss him again, an invitation he accepted greedily. he hummed against your lips and dropped his body, pressing you further into the couch. Sero had held you more times then he could count. but this was different, new in a way he couldn’t entirely wrap his head around. he broke the kiss for an instant and sat upright while pulling you into his lap. you followed eagerly. 

His arms wrapped around your waist locking you in place. you cupped his chin with both hands holding his face still as you took your turn attaching him. it felt so right to have you here like this. distantly he wondered how much time he had waisted not kissing you, not that any of that time was really waisted. 

“I love you,” he sighed against your lips 

“I love you too,” you replyed instantly, then a wicked smirk pulled on your lips, your oh so kissable lips. “you better buckle up Hanta I think you’re in for a long night,” you purred pulling off your favorite hoodie to reveal a plain white tank top. he smiled back.

“oh you’re on Babe I’m going to rock your world.”

[2018shawn]

Umm Tom taking care of you whilst you’re on your period blurb🥺he’d be so soft and gentle

look this is literally ME this week so this concept is making me happy

waking up at four in the morning was not how you wanted to kick start your friday, nor was it the ‘friday feeling’ you’d normally experience. stabbing pains in your stomach, sweat glistening on you forehead, body feeling like it had been hit by a bus; the three signs you experienced every 28 days for you to know your time of the month had kick started. a sheer panic shot through you as you remembered you weren’t in your own bed, totally waking up in a foggy dream to realise you were in toms. you’d lost track of days, not realising your period was due any moment, and normally, you’d have been straight on the tube home, because your time of the month’s were something of a horror movie.

crunching up in pain, you managed to sit up, trying your best not to disturb the peaceful london boy beside you. hair stuck up in places it shouldn’t, his lips slightly ajar as heavy breaths left, with the duvet kicked down to his hips but even so, he was a picture of beauty. the same couldn’t be said for you as you sighed, pushing you hair away from your dewy forehead. trying to be as quiet as was humanly possible, you searched through your bag in search of some strong painkillers, some pant liners and a hair scrunchie to get your sticky hair out of the way. successful in finding the later two, you headed into the bathroom connected to toms room, eyes squinting as the light flicked on. tom rolled over in bed, throwing his arm out to where you would have been and when he stirred a little more, he silently asked himself whether you being here was all a dream. “y/n?” he mumbled, eyes focusing on the illuminated crack of the bathroom door. 

you was stupid for thinking you wouldn’t wake him; you had the gracefulness of a baby elephant on ice skates, and the word ‘quiet’ didn’t come up in your dictionary. “sorry babe, i’ll be back in a minute. just needed a pee.” you said, almost as a whisper, teeth gritting together through the pain in your stomach. praying for a miracle, you’d hoped you hadn’t leaked onto his sheets, because even though you knew it was normal, it was hella embarrassing and not something you want your fresh and new boyfriend to see. your eyes found the cabinet on the wall, and you quietly squeaked the door open picking up several packets of medication until you found the strongest dose.

keeping them tight in your hand, you experienced one of the most painful shooting sensations yet, legs automatically giving way as your body fell to the floor. your back was against the bath tub, knees pulled up tight to your chest. “oh my god, what’s wrong?!” tom exclaimed with clearly no concern for the other sleeping members within the household. 

crouching next to you, he looked at your curled up frame, hair wild and eyes exhausted. “nothing, i’m okay. please just go back to bed.”

his hand came up to your forehead regardless, muttering something about the temperature of your skin before his hand rested, cupped around your face, his thumb delicately stroking the flushed area of your cheek. “i’m not leaving you here. please talk to me?”  

“honestly... i’m fine.” he cocked his head with raised eyebrows and you sighed, wrenching forward in pain yet again. his hands wrapped around you, and your body automatically fell into his welcoming frame, leaning all of your weight onto him. 

“are you dying?” he bluntly asked, hand raking through your hair even though it was sticky and sweaty. and even though your forehead was almost damp, he pressed a light kiss and rested against you for a short moment. 

you burst into laughter, the chuckle in your belly being a nice distraction from the shooting pains. “no, i’m really not.”

“well i’m gonna treat you like you are until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“its... just... um...” your breathe was warm against his bare chest, voice still groggy and tired. “bad period.”

his lips formed an open ‘o’ as he simply nodded, coming to the realisation he’d never had to deal with anything like this before. he grew up in a house full of boys, apart from his mum and he knew his old girlfriend was on the pill, so periods weren’t an issue. “what can i do?”

he felt useless but you appreciated his effort. “honestly, just take me back to bed and cuddle me.” he smiled at your pouty bottom lip, pecking a light kiss to it before standing and much to your surprise, scooping you off the floor and carrying you through to the bed. it wasn’t that you meant literally take me back to bed, but admired his listening skills nonetheless. 

when your eyes flickered open four and a half hours later, the pains were still throbbing and your body still felt weak. you shot up, realising the time was eight thirty and you was due into work in thirty minutes. “tom! why didn’t you wake me!” you screamed, noticing how your boyfriend was casually leant against the headboard, scrolling through his phone. he’d put on a fresh pair of sweat shorts, which he’d only normally do if he had to go downstairs for something. 

you started climbing out of bed, running over to your overnight back and pulling out a shirt and some pants. “no- y/n- come back to bed, i’ve emailed your boss.”

“you’ve done what?!”

“she loves me.” he smugly shrugged, tossing his phone to the foot of the bed as you stood next to him, eyes open wide and waiting for an explanation. “you can’t go to work, you’re not ok.”

despite the fact you argued greatly with him, you gave in a climbed back into bed, grabbing his childhood teddybear and clutching it close to your chest. he’d left you, the screen paused on your netflix show until he returned and you scrolled aimlessly through your social media. when he appeared back in the room, he carried a hot chocolate - complete with a mountain of whipped cream - in one hand and a fluffy hot water bottle in the other, a packet of biscuits dangling from his teeth. he set the hot chocolate down on the bedside table next to your side, fluffed up your pillows for the nineteenth time of the day, and gently placed the hot water bottle on your lower stomach. having this time of the month took all of your energy out of you and that’s how it had always been. “thank you.” you mumbled, eyes closing as he leant down to press a kiss to your forehead. “thought you didn’t know how to handle any of this girl shit.” you giggled, reminding him of the confession he’d told you a short while ago. 

“googled it.”  

[ghostlyhamburger]

Finally Whole

Prompt: Morning After

Request: Adrigaminette with confused Marinette

Rating: E

Read on Ao3

Marinette woke up in an unfamiliar bed as the sun streamed across her eyes.

She rolled over to avoid the hideous light of the daystar and found her face pressed against soft breasts, softer than any pillow. She snuggled up against her newfound pillow person and tried to drift back to sleep.

She heard a sleepy groan from her other side, and felt an arm wrap around her, a warm chest pressed to her back. She smiled as she enjoyed the comfort of being close between two warm, cozy people…

Her eyes shot open suddenly as she realized she didn’t remember falling asleep with anyone else--she didn’t remember anything after an akuma had hit her with some sort of beam. She had vague memories of purifying the akuma, going to Adrien’s birthday party, then…nothing.

She lifted her head slightly to see exactly whose boobs she was resting on, and her eyes widened when she recognized Kagami, sleeping topless beside her.

“Morning,” murmured a gravelly, sleep-thick voice behind her as the other person in the bed shifted against her. She felt lips brush the back of her shoulder and then—yep, that was a dick pressed against her thigh.

Marinette was too comfortable to move, but she had to know who the third was in the threesome she’d apparently had and forgotten. Her brain was already spinning from realizing she’d slept with Kagami—she’d definitely idly thought about it before, but had no idea that her friend was into women at all! She wasn’t sure if she could handle knowing who else was there.

Kagami groaned, turning away from Marinette in her sleep, taking away her “too comfy” excuse. The person behind her was still pressing slow, languid kisses against her shoulder, her neck, and—she couldn’t let him keep kissing her without even knowing what he looked like.

So she turned. And she saw Adrien smiling at her.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” he murmured, before easily pressing his lips against hers.

She had so many questions, but she ignored them for the moment, letting herself just enjoy the fact that she was kissing Adrien. She almost forgot about her situation until she felt his—Adrien’s dick—pressing against her.

Marinette pulled back with a shy smile. “Um. Hi.”

“Hi,” he said, grinning at her, melting her goddamn heart why was he making this so hard.

“I, uh—what’s going on?”

Adrien frowned, concern evident on his face. “You do remember last night, right? I didn’t think you had anything to drink…”

“I—the akuma,” she replied. “I don’t remember anything after coming to your party. I-I guess Ladybug’s cure didn’t get me or something…”

“You really don’t remember,” he said. He finally pulled away from her, and while she could think clearly without his dick pressing against her, she felt cold without his legs tangled against hers. “We, uh—we slept together. All three of us.”

“What?” she exclaimed, sitting up, scrambling back away from him. She glanced around the room and realized it was Adrien’s bedroom, and she was sharing his large bed.

“What’s going on?” Kagami murmured, stirring awake.

“Mari doesn’t remember last night,” Adrien said. “The akuma.”

“Mm,” she hummed in response. “Thought you were more direct than normal.”

“What did I do?” Marinette asked, almost fearful to know the answer. She realized she was now pressed against Kagami and shifted again with a small squeaking noise.

“Well,” Adrien said, “you basically showed up, walked right up to me, and told me you loved me.”

Marinette squeaked again, her face turning red as she hid behind her hands.

“And then,” he said, gently taking her hands in his, “I told you that I think you’re an amazing, wonderful person, and I couldn’t believe I was so lucky to have someone like you care about me. Then you kissed me, and I realized I care about you so much.”

“Really?” she asked. “That’s—I’ve been trying to confess to you for years and that’s all it took?”

He smiled. “Yeah, that’s all it took.”

“So how did we go from that to this?” she asked, gesturing at the three of them.

“I saw you kissing him,” Kagami said. “And I was, admittedly, jealous, but you are my friend, so I wanted to congratulate you on finally speaking your mind. But then you kissed me, and I realized that I wasn’t exactly jealous of you.”

“You said you loved us both,” Adrien added. “And started rambling about Andre being wrong, and that you didn’t want to keep making yourself unhappy to make us happy, and then asked if you could date us both. You kissed Kagami again, and—I’m only human.”

Kagami chuckled. “He immediately asked if we wanted to go to his room.”

“I mean, you said yes,” Adrien mumbled, ducking his head, but smiling.

Marinette nodded slowly, taking in this new information, and letting her eyes wander over the two gorgeously naked people in bed with her. The sheets had slipped, revealing them both from the waist up. She couldn’t help but stare at Kagami’s breasts, the perfect size for her form with dark peaked nipples just begging to be touched, or at Adrien’s toned chest, years of modeling giving him a perfect physique.

Kagami chuckled. “See something you like, Mari?”

She made that embarrassing squeaking sound again, bringing her hands up to cover her face. “I-I just—” She lowered her hands slowly as a wicked idea came to mind. “Can you remind me what happened next?”

Adrien grinned. “Well, you pretty much got on the bed and took charge all night. You told us to touch you…like this…” He leaned close to run a hand along her side, from her hip up to her breast.

Kagami followed his lead, cupping her other breast. “You told me to kiss you,” she murmured, leaning close to press her lips against Marinette’s. Her fingers found her nipple, gently pinching and making her moan softly.

“You said you wanted to find out which one of us tastes better,” Adrien said, his lips just brushing Marinette’s ear. “You asked us to strip each other down.”

“I-I didn’t get jealous watching you?” she asked, gasping as Kagami and Adrien both kissed her neck, Kagami’s tongue against her skin as Adrien grazed his teeth against her.

“Didn’t seem like it,” Kagami said. “You were touching yourself, threw your clothes halfway across the room and showing us how beautiful you are.”

“And how wet,” Adrien said, shifting closer to Marinette, pressing his body against her. She groaned softly, feeling him hard against her leg. “You were such a tease, letting us see you but not letting us touch you…but then, once Kagami was naked, you started making out with her.”

“A bit like this,” Kagami murmured, lying back and pulling Marinette on top of her.

Marinette gasped as their legs tangled together. She kissed the other girl, letting instinct take over as she palmed Kagami’s breast with one hand. Her other hand rested on her hip as she wriggled her own hips, pushing her core against Kagami. She moaned as their bodies intimately met, Kagami’s pussy pressing against hot and wet her thigh while she let herself grind similarly on her friend.

“Fuck, that’s still hot,” Adrien murmured. “Mari, you—I’m not sure what you did exactly, but you ate her out and you made her scream.”

Marinette pushed herself up on her forearms, biting her lip as she studied Kagami’s expression. The other girl was staring back at her hungrily, expectantly. So Marinette kissed her neck, slowly moving down her body. She couldn’t help but moan softly when she kissed Kagami’s breast, savoring the subtle taste of sweat on soft skin, the feel of her nipple against her tongue.

“Mmm,” Kagami groaned. “Marinette…”

Marinette’s lips trailed lower, following a path plotted out by her hands running over Kagami’s body. She shifted her body between her legs, sliding one finger against Kagami’s slit. “Fuck,” she muttered. “You’re so wet…”

“I bet she tastes amazing,” Adrien murmured.

Marinette glanced at him in surprise. “Wait, you didn’t…?”

He gave her a grin. “You wouldn’t let me have a turn. But, hey, don’t let me stop you now. She wants you…”

She smiled back at him before lowering her head and carefully running the tip of her tongue along Kagami’s folds, paying close attention to her moans and subtle shifts, when she pressed herself against her mouth, when she rested against the bed.

Kagami did taste good, she realized, burying her tongue in her pussy. But even sweeter than her arousal was the sound of her moans, the way she cried out Marinette’s name when she flicked the tip of her tongue against her clit before pushing her face fully into her pussy again.

Marinette moaned as she felt fingers against her own core, a tongue dragging along her slit. Adrien had moved behind her and was eagerly tasting her, easily sliding two fingers inside her as he did. She groaned as she sucked Kagami’s clit, the action sending the other girl over the edge, sweet and wet across Marinette’s tongue.

“Fuck, fuck,” Kagami panted as Marinette placed soft kisses along her inner thigh. “Better than…better than last night.”

Adrien lifted his head, though he kept his fingers moving in Marinette. “Then, you let me eat you out,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of her ass. “God you taste so good…”

Kagami sat up and kissed Marinette’s lips gently. “Generous, too. You rode his face while I rode his cock, said I should have him first and next time we’d switch.”

“Is this next time?” Marinette asked hopefully. “Or—how much did we do?”

She smiled. “Yes, this is next time.” She helped Marinette roll onto her back, gently pushing her legs apart. “You helped me come three times last night, once just now—I’m going to stay out of your way now.”

“Three times?”

Kagami smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind Marinette’s ear, her hand gently cupping her cheek. “Once Adrien was done, you still wanted a taste, so…you cleaned both of us up. And I finally got to taste you.”

Marinette’s cheeks pinked as she pictured the scene from the night before. She was so lost in the fantasy that she barely noticed Adrien kneeling between her legs, lifting her hips slightly to line up his cock with her.

“You do want this, right?” he murmured, the tip of his cock pushing open her folds.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, please, Adrien…”

He slowly pushed himself into her, groaning as he sunk his cock deep inside her. Marinette gasped and moaned, pushing her hips up against his as she felt full and wanted.

“God, Marinette,” he groaned, starting to move his hips slightly, thrusting into her. “You feel so good…” He lowered his head to press his lips to hers, pushing his body against hers, trying to feel as much of her as possible.

Marinette just cried out in pleasure, one hand gripping Adrien’s side, the other entwined with Kagami’s fingers. She rocked her hips with Adrien, relishing the feeling of both of them touching her, wanting her.

Kagami pressed her free hand to Marinette’s cheek, turning her head to kiss her fiercely.

Marinette was gone, lost in the sensations, in the feeling of lips, hands on her body, Adrien’s cock filling her completely while Kagami sucked her tongue. Someone, she couldn’t tell who, rubbed her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the peak.

Kagami moved to trail her lips to Marinette’s ear, lightly nipping at the shell of her ear while she murmured, “Come for us, Mari. Adrien told me he wants to feel you fall apart around him.”

“Ahh-almost,” she groaned. “Kagami, Adrien, Adrien…”

“I want to hear your pretty screams again,” Kagami murmured. “You love us? Then let us make you feel so good…”

“We—nngh—we love you too,” Adrien said, the words coming out between soft grunts as he fucked Marinette hard, slamming his cock into her. He pressed his body to hers, whispered into her ear, “I love you, Marinette.”

That was all she needed to tip over the edge, wrap her legs around his hips and rock her body against his as she came. Kagami kissed her neck as Adrien’s orgasm followed, spilling into Marinette as he held her close.

“By the way,” Adrien said as he pulled out, “we do both want to date you.”

“Kind of figured that out,” she replied. She slipped one arm around each of her lovers and said softly, “I’m really glad to hear it though.”

[changingobsessions88]

Pleasant Dreams and Breakfast

Chapter 2

After the excitement of the outdoor activities and finding out Shawn was going to be in the next Bond movie, the reality of travelling for over 20 hours hit you hard. You both stayed quiet as you got showered and situated in the bed. It was exactly as you were expecting when you saw it earlier. A bright and breezy bedroom with windows overlooking the enclosed gardens and greenery. And you can’t forget the bed. The most perfect 4 poster bed you had ever seen. There were a thousand pillows piled high, as well as the softest white sheets. It actually looked like heaven. 

You blink slowly at Shawn like a little child who has stayed up too late. He can see you are out on your feet, even more than him. He gently steers you to the bed and lets you get nice and comfy. He always lets you pick the side of the bed you want. He knows you won’t sleep well if you are on the wrong side, so he will always hold back and let you get in first, picking the ideal position. Once you have picked the perfect pillow and let out a quiet sigh, Shawn knows you are on the way to dreamland. Like on the plane, he pulls you in to be the little spoon. Due to the warm weather, you went without clothes. There was no better feeling that having Shawn’s warmth against you. His chest against your back instantly calms you. You always found it comforting. 

“Honey, I love you so much, I can’t wait to spend the next 2 weeks with you on this island. Discovering all it has to offer, as well as everything you have to offer”, Shawn says lightly, giving your hip a little squeeze. You hum in reply – at the moment there is no way to keep your eyes open. Shawn gives a little chuckle and pulls you closer to him. Twisting you legs and feet together, you get comfortable for the night. You don’t even remember the small kiss Shawn delivered to your neck before you are out cold. 

You slowly start to wake, you feel so relaxed, and something else – horny? What is happening? Did I have a dream about Shawn, did he hear me? You wouldn’t put it past yourself the way the two of you behaved yesterday. You try and stretch to wake yourself up further, but you feel stuck. Now you are really confused. You hear a quiet, “Morning sweetheart, did you sleep well?” coming from under the covers. It is at that moment that you realize that Shawn is actually between your legs. As you start to come to reality more, you can feel that he has one of your legs open wide and bent to the left, with the other resting under his chest. There are small kisses being placed on your thighs, and gentle swipes onto your pussy lips. You get your elbows under your shoulders and hoist yourself up. At the movement, Shawn pops his head up from under the sheet. 

“I have always wanted to wake you up like this”, he states with a slight smirk. The sleep still present in his voice, his hair a curly mess on the top of his head. “Well I won’t complain if you wake me up like that”, you smirk back down at him. Shawn gives you a look that would make you self combust if you didn’t know what he was about to do. You give a little whimper as he vanishes under the sheets again. “Just remember to breath my love” you hear as you immediately feel the best sensation take over you. Shawn has dived straight to your pussy and has taken most of your lips into his mouth. He is starting to suck hard and with the sensitivity still present, your toes start to curl and your eyes roll back in your head. “Fuck, Shawn” you moan loudly. Shawn feels you fall back to the bed, elbows giving out, and knows he has you exactly where he wants you. “Shawn, please, don’t stop”, he hears coming from above. To let you know he heard you, he gently squeezes your hips and moves onto phase 2. 

Shawn now takes your little clit and starts flicking his tongue over and over. The noise that comes out of your mouth startles even yourself. At this stage you are so glad that you have the place to yourselves. They might have called the police with all the noises and screams that were coming from your villa. 

Shawn hums to himself as he starts to run a finger along your entrance, while continuing his assault on your clit. He knows you won’t last much longer, but he wants to try something new. One finger, two then three has you howling with pleasure. Shawn goes for it and adds one more finger. Your hips shift straight off the bed and your back arches in a way that shouldn’t be natural. You can feel the coolness of his ring touching you with every movement.

“I can’t, please, I can’t” you murmur over and over as Shawn pounds his fingers into your pussy at a punishing rate. His other hand is holding your lower stomach to the bed, making him graze your g-spot even harder. His 4 fingers are still smaller than having his perfect cock in you, but it is as close as you have ever got. 

With a twist of his wrist and a final deep suck on your clit, you go completely stiff. Shawn knows he has taken you over the edge as he hears the best noise coming to his ears. A noise somewhere between a scream and a cry hits his ears at the same time that his fingers are almost crushed in your hot pussy, clenching hard as your orgasm ripples through your body. You start shaking as the aftershocks hit you over and over. Finally you take a breathe because you actually stopped breathing that time. Jesus he knows how to work wonders on you. He knows that you are still sensitive, so he gently removes his fingers, sucking each one of them as he works up your body. 

“Have I broken you darling?” you hear with that beautiful accent. “I know we haven’t done that before, but I just couldn’t help myself. You were lying there, so open and ripe and I just couldn’t stop”. There is silence, and for a moment Shawn is worried. Slowly you open your eyes and focus on his, smiling up at him. “That was something that I have never felt before. What did you do to me? I swear I actually saw stars that time.” Shawn pulls himself up to the headboard of the bed, and brings you up to curl into his chest, feeling internally proud of himself. “Well, for the first time, you took 4 of my fingers. It was something I have always dreamed of doing, well there were two things actually”, Shawn confesses. 

As soon as you hear him talking like that, you hide your face in his neck, turning bring red and as hot as the sun. “Come now darling, let me see your beautiful face. It is nothing to be embarrassed about”, Shawn’s accent calming your fears. His voice has always been able to do that. Calm you when you are on the edge of chaos. You finally pull your face from his neck and look up at him with curious eyes. “2 things?”, you squeak.

“Yes”, Shawn starts, gently running his hand from your neck down your back. “I have always wanted you to wake up to me eating you out, so check on that one”. You blush bright red and hide your face in his neck yet again. You can’t help it. It just wasn’t something you were used to talking about. “Daring, don’t be embarrassed. Like yesterday, you know I will always protect you. I hope you know you can always trust me”. 

“I know I can, I’m just not as good at expressing myself as you”, you mumble. “Sex”, you whisper like it’s a dirty word, “it was just never discussed in my household. It was something that was done behind closed doors. You know that I was what you would call a late bloomer, so I never had talks with girlfriends or anything like that. I would always shy away from the conversation. I wish I could just grow some balls and talk about it all, but I just can’t do it. I know it’s not normal. I’m a grown woman for god’s sake. Look what you just did to me!” Shawn can see you are starting to get very self conscious and angry at yourself about the subject, but he doesn’t want to stop the conversation with you. He wants to push you, but in a sensitive and caring way“.

“I have an idea, why don’t we create a list. Things that we have always secretly wanted to do, but never discussed”. Shawn is beaming at his idea, but you just look at him like a deer in the headlights. “Wh, wh, what?” you stutter. “I know this is something that you find very hard to talk about, but what if we made a list together to all the things we want to try. We might be able to knock some of them off while we are here”. You look at Shawn, and you can see he isn’t joking, but he is also trying to be as gentle with you as possible. Shawn leans over and grabs the little notepad and pen that is always next to the bed in hotels. 

“OK, well I have knocked two off, so there are two less for me”. 

“You have a list?” you ask, turning to Shawn. “Oh yes darling. I need to have something to keep me occupied when I am away from you for months on end. You would blush for a week with some of the things I want to do to you”, Shawn states matter of factly. “How do you think I got these biceps? It definitely wasn’t from lifting weights, well not my right arm anyway”. Shawn chuckles as you realize what he said. You do a double take at him and he is laughing at your expression. His loving eyes dancing as he flexes his arms in a bodybuilder pose, tattoos moving along with his muscles. You still for a moment and take a deep breath. “OK – lets do this before I change my mind”. Shawn gives you a megawatt smile and settles into the bed again, pulling you back into his side. He stares down at you, waiting to start. “Are you able to go first”, you whisper, being as red as you have been during this entire conversation. “Sure I can sweetheart. What if we make a combined list instead of two individual ones?” Shawn urges, trying to think of a way to calm you slightly. You nod your head enthusiastically. 

“One – sex on the beach” Shawn starts, scribbling onto the notepad. You look up at him as he writes down the first point. “Really? Won’t we get sand in places it shouldn’t be?” Shawn lets out a genuine laugh, and you shake as you are resting on his chest. “I’m sure we can get creative with that one”. 

“Two – helping you play with Mr Buzzy.” At this one you get up off his chest and look at him. “Really? You actually want to do that, with me?” 

“Honey, you would turn 10 shades of red if you knew everything I wanted to do to you” Shawn states, turning a little red himself. “Your turn, tell me one thing you would like us to do, or even something you want to do to me. You did so well yesterday asking for what you wanted, just continue on from there”. You go bright red. You can do this, you think in your head. There have always been things you have wanted to do to Shawn, god, you were only human. “OK – Three, sex on the kitchen bench”, you get the words out better than you expected. “Good darling, I like that one. We might be able to cross that one off while we are here. And another.” 

You pause, “Four – I would like to make you cum, just with my hand”. Shawn puts the pen and paper down by the side of the bed and turns to look at you. “Darling, can you give me a bit more information on that one?” You start to get a panicked look on your face as you edge away from Shawn. “Please don’t close off from me. I just want to know what you meant. You have made me cum before, just yesterday even, how would this one be different?” With doe eyes, you look at Shawn. He is sitting very still, treating you like a wild animal that may run at any moment. Gently reaching out for you to soothe you with his touch. 

“Well, what I meant was, what I was trying to say” you fumble over your words. Shawn takes your hand and places it on his chest, above his heart. You can feel his steady heartbeat and it instantly calms you. “What I meant was,” you start again, “was to make you cum with just my hand, no mouth. I want to see what I can do with my hands and see how long I can make you hold out. Running my fingers over your head, playing with your balls”. You stop talking as you realize you were starting to divulge your inner fantasy. Shawn gets your attention by pulling your hand up to his lips. He gives it a gentle kiss, and then proceeds to run your hand, covered with his, down his chest, and further to his stomach. “Well I think we could definitely cross that off the list right now if you feel up to it”, Shawn says with a voice so low you shiver. “Really, you would let me do that? I don’t know how good I’ll be” you say, starting to talk yourself down. “Darling, look at me please”. You hesitate for a moment, but look to find Shawn staring at you, his eyes so dark with lust you gasp for breath. “There is nothing that you can do wrong. Just do what feels natural and trust me, you will hear when you do something I like. 

You have touched me before, use that as a benchmark”. It is only now that you really start to look at Shawn. He has bed hair from the overnight sleep, as well as his activities under the sheets before. What you didn’t notice was his cock straining at full attention, lying against his lower abdomen. There was a small drop of precum sitting at his slit. He must has been hard from when he ate you out, and all this talk of fantasies has made him excited again. You look up at him one more time and he nods his head. He makes himself comfortable on the bed, shifting slightly to lean against the pillows and headboard. He stretches and moves both legs wide apart so you have a nice spot between his legs. His balls are sitting heavy and resting on the sheet, his cock the opposite way, resting on his stomach. 

Slowly moving down his body, you nestle between his legs. One last look is all you need as you see how excited he is for this. “Let’s make this fantasy become a reality”, he croons with his accent, thick with desire. You stretch you hand out to wrap around his cock. His hips jump slightly at the first contact and you hear a hum come from deep in his chest. “Have me any way you wish” Shawn slurs, putting his hands behind his head, as you start to run your hand from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. 

You trace you finger through the precum across his slit, bringing your finger to your mouth. He sucks in a breath, but urges you to continue. You love looking at Shawn’s cock. He has a perfect head with just the right amount of width, and the veins on the underside. God, feeling them inside you hitting every spot makes you start to drip. He is wider than your grip can take and your fingers don’t reach around him, but you start twisting your wrist as you go, to give the feeling you are covering all of his cock at the same time. You push hard into the base, giving him the sensation that he is bottoming out in you, and feel his skin stretch as it comes down in your hand. He is always neatly trimmed, and his hair always feels soft to touch. “I wonder how”, you muse, getting distracted. You drag your hand all the way back to the tip and notice it is starting to turn a shade of purple. He must have been more excited than you thought. You then do something you have always wanted to do. You hold his cock and spit directly onto his head. Shawn is watching this whole time and at the sight of this, moans loudly and drops his head back to the headboard, “Fuck, that feels so good”. 

With the added lubrication, you are able to slide down Shawn’s cock at a faster pace. More precum is pooling in his slit, so you run you finger across to collect it. At that, Shawn makes the most beautiful sound you have ever heard. “Honey, just like you, I am a bit sensitive in that region”. This gives you a thought, how much could you tease him? You start a punishing pace, pulling, pushing and twisting over and over. Shawn’s hips are starting to rise in rhythm with your hand, the instinct in him to push into something. You reach down and start to roll his balls between the fingers of your other hand. This creates another noise out of him. You want him to keep making these noises. There was something you read about in Cosmo, something that should make Shawn see stars, just like you did. You run a finger past his balls and feel the soft flesh. You take your knuckle and press into that soft spot. Shawn howls and almost doubles over. “God, whatever you are doing, don’t stop”, he pants as you push it again. He has sweat dripping off his curls onto his forehead, as well as pooling on his chest. You are so proud of yourself. Look at what you are doing to him. He can’t be faking these noises. Next you go for his head again. He said it was sensitive, but just how much. You hold his cock in one hand, and start to rub your other hand directly over the head, in little circles. All the breath is knocked out of Shawn as he feels a sensation that he has never had before. There are almost tears in his eyes as he asks you to be gentle. He feels like he is about to cum, but he just can’t get over the line. You see how sensitive he is, and lay off the head for a while. 

You let go of him completely, and the whine that comes out of his mouth is a little funny. His cock is actually bobbing in front of you, his hips rutting against air, trying to find friction, trying to find something to slam into. You have mercy on him and grab hold of his cock again. There is that noise; he can’t even get words out this time. You start the same process again - twisting, pulling, knuckles to the prostate, balls being gently pulled and rolled. Again, as you start to rub his head, he lets out a louder wail. You stop again, as this one actually startles you. You look up to see tears in Shawn’s eyes. “Darling, please, I can’t take anymore. Please let me cum. I haven’t seen you in months and I actually think I might explode if you don’t finish me off”. You look into his eyes, look down at his cock, rutting against the air again, and confirm to him. “This time sweetheart, I want you to cum so hard you hit the ceiling”. He looks at you with black eyes, amazed that something like that has come out of your month, and rolls his eyes back in his head as you double you speed. 

Kneading his balls, pulling them gently from his body, as well as fisting his cock and only touching the tip every now and again, there is a noise that is coming from Shawn that is getting louder and louder. His hips are now rising off the bed with every down stroke, his eyes screwed shut. You see him start to tense, from his legs, through his stomach and finally his arms as he lets out a scream of your name. You know what is about to happen. This is Shawn at a moment that only you get to see. His balls draw up his body and his cock grows slightly under your hand. You run your thumb up the vein from his base one more time before swiping the slit. That was it. At that moment Shawn’s cum erupts out of him in ropes. Coating your hand as well as landing on his stomach, chest and thighs. Over and over he cums, almost doubling from the feeling. 

“FUCK”, Shawn cries over and over, all the time you were working his cock to milk every drop. You touched his head once by accident, and he had a second mini orgasm. It was involuntary and you were both shocked. One last drizzle of cum spilled from his pulsing slit and you sat back and waited. Once he stopped squirming and started to breath normally, you placed his softening cock on his thigh and made your way up to his body, crawling up and hovering over his face. “Did I break you” you mirrored back to him, taking his words from before. When he didn’t make a noise, you start to get worried. “Shawn, please talk to me. If it wasn’t good, or I did something wrong, please tell me”. You sit back on your knees and start twisting your hands together, thinking that you went too far and you should have never suggested doing this in the first place. 

Shawn just lay there. After another pause, he opened his eyes and turned his head to you, groggy and slow. Covered in sweat and cum, he just looked at you and with a croaky voice and said “Where the hell did you learn that? Darling, that was the best hand job I have ever had”. You look at him again, trying to work out if he is just being nice to you, but the glassy look in his eyes and the way that he can’t actually move yet makes you think you might have done it right. “Well I read the prostate thing in Cosmo, but touching the tip while it is really sensitive was something I saw while watching porn”. It comes out before you realize and this has Shawn’s attention. “What was that? When are you watching porn?” 

“Well I have to do something to help me while you are away. As you can see, it is really just for inspiration, as I don’t really know what to do in most of these situations”. Shawn just stares at you again. How on earth did he get this girl? Really. “Right, well I want to amend one of my items on the list – helping you play with Mr Buzzy while watching porn”. Satisfied with himself, he amends the list. “Right, well we can cross off number 4, what else do we have?”

In no order, you came up with the following list:

Sex on the beach

Helping with Mr Buzzy while watching porn

Sex in the kitchen

Shawn tied to the bed

Doggy style

Orgasm by dirty talk

Overstimulation

You taking charge in the bedroom (you were worried about this one)

Sex in a public place (Shawn let you know that there is a sliding scale for this one and you wouldn’t be banging in the middle of the airport or something)

A night to remember (with the help of a little blue pill for Shawn and you not being able to walk the next day)

You look at the list you have both created, feeling embarrassed as well as horny at the same time. You definitely think you can cross some of these off the list while you are here. Shawn seems so proud of himself with this list. “Look at what we have achieved this morning”, he says as he looks lovingly into your eyes. “I am so proud that you were able to create this list with me. I want to you know that you don’t have to hide any of your feelings from me. We are both adults, and I will always listen to you if you want to tell me something. Anything – and I don’t just mean sex. If you aren’t feeling great and you just want a cuddle, please tell me. I will do anything for you my love, and I know you would do the same. I am so in love with you, there are times I can’t breath”. He finishes his speech and takes your head in his hands. He kisses your eyelids, then nose, and finally places a gentle peck on your lips. The love you feel for this man at this exact moment makes you feel as light as a feather. He always knows what to say. 

After the morning’s activities, you both have a shower, separately; Shawn couldn’t handle anymore at the moment and see you wet and soapy wasn’t a good idea. Once out of the shower, you walk into the bedroom to get dressed. Shawn looks up from where he is pulling on a pair of short and proceeds to frown at you. “What is it?” you ask, that self doubt creeping in again. You look down at yourself but can’t see anything. “I’m so sorry darling. I should have been more careful”. 

Now you are starting to worry, what is Shawn talking about. With a tilt of the head, you look at Shawn as he comes towards you and turns you to the full length mirror. It is only there that you can see the bruises that have formed on your hips. The same 10 indentations as his fingers. You also see a bite across your breast as well as one on the inside of your thigh. You look into the mirror and at Shawn’s reflection, with a sad expression on his face. 

“I loved everything that came from these marks Shawn, please don’t apologise for making them. They don’t hurt, I didn’t even know they were there. They will be memories of what we did for the next few days”. You smile at him as he rests his hands on the bruises on your hips. You drop your hands to his, rubbing over the swallow tattoo near his thumb. “If you can think of them in that way, I will try too”. 

“Thank god we are here by ourselves, cause I don’t think any bikini I have is really going to cover them. With the selection that I have, I will be lucky to cover the bite on my tit”. Shawn looks at you, the location and size of the mark and states, “I think I need a fashion parade of these bikinis, don’t you?” Fashion parade yes, but first breakfast. 

Shawn leaves you to get dressed as he starts to get breakfast ready. You pull on one of his t-shirts, loving the smell that he leaves on all his clothes. You inhale his scent as you pull the shirt over you head. That is all you need at the moment, you aren’t going to the beach yet. His shirt just reaches the top of your thighs, if you stretched above you head, he would get a very nice view of your not covered ass. 

Walking out to the bedroom and into the kitchen, you take a moment to really look at the villa. Everything is white, wooden and green. It really is heaven. There are huge glass windows around the entire villa, making the gardens feel like they are inside. There is a beautiful sea breeze that you can feel coming through the open door, and as it is so quiet, you can hear the waves crashing on the beach. You can’t wait to get down to the water. 

You make your way into the kitchen and stop. Shawn is humming to himself, cooking a good old fashioned fry-up. Bacon and eggs going on the stove, toast almost ready and coffee being brewed. What did you do to deserve him? You think this multiple times a day. Shaking your head slightly at your thoughts, you quietly sneak up to Shawn at the stove and wrap your arms around his bare chest. “You should be careful, we wouldn’t want you burning yourself, would we”, you say as the bacon splatters at the same time. A little noise escapes him as he jumps at the popping fat. “This is why I can never do cooking topless – too many jiggly bits that can get too close to the heat”, you chuckle to yourself as you let Shawn go and start to make 2 cups of coffee. Shawn quickly turns his head, having an internal discussion with himself about your comments, but leaves it for the moment. 

Sitting down opposite each other, you sip your coffee and finish your breakfast. “Brilliantly done my love, if you’re not careful, I might get you to make breakfast more often”. Shawn leans across the table and kisses you deeply. “It would be my pleasure to make you breakfast every day for the rest of my life”, he says seriously. Looking you in the eye and conveying all the love he feels for you. One day, he thinks to himself. 

Seeing as Shawn cooked, you grab the plates and take them to the sink. Even though there is staff at the resort, you can’t leave dishes in the sink. It is just something that will nag at you all day until they are done. You start to grab the pans that Shawn used for breakfast and run them under the water when you feel Shawn running his hands around your waist. Slowly they get lower down the shirt you are wearing. “God I love my clothes on you. I swear they look better on you than me”. 

“It’s a t-shirt, Shawn, nothing special”. 

“I know that, but just knowing that you are wearing something that I was wearing does something to me. Probably a property thing. Knowing you are mine”. Shawn doesn’t mean his comment in any bad way, it is more of a caveman thing to him. Seeing that you are his and only his. You pull your hands from the sink and lean back into his chest. He nips at your neck as his hands slide up the underside of the shirt up your thighs. All of a sudden Shawn stops his movements. “Darling, are you actually wearing anything under that shirt?” Shawn asking, not feeling any panties in his way. To answer his question you raise your hands above your head, brining the shirt with you to reveal your bare bottom. Shawn groans as he realized that you aren’t wearing anything under the t-shirt.

“Naughty girl,” Shawn says as he kneads your backside, “what should we do about this?” You slide you hand around his, the one holding your hip, and slowly drag it back to your front, back to your thigh. You take hold and bring it up to your heat. You are starting to drip down your thigh and Shawn can feel his fingers running through your juices. With the moments of a ninja, Shawn grabs you around the hips with one arm and raises you onto the marble counter of the kitchen. You squeak as your bare ass and thighs hit the freezing marble, but it only takes a moment to warm under you. Shawn is looking dead into your eyes, level with you sitting on the benchtop. He steps between your knees, pushing your legs open and allowing him the room he needs to stand between you. “How about we cross another item off the list” Shawn states, running his hands up your thighs. He would never do anything to push you, so he waits for you to respond. Waits for you to say yes or no. 

“Well you know I am ready for it, but are you up for it old man. You put on a bit of a show before”. You are getting a bit more daring with your language. Shawn loves it. You are growing more relaxed around him and he can’t wait to hear what thoughts are hiding in that head of yours. “Don’t worry about this old man, he will still go round after round with you. You are my own personal Viagra. Who needs pills when I only have to look at you”. You grow proud at his words. It feels good knowing you can make him feel that way. To prove his point, he grabs your hand and holds you to his crotch. His cock is starting to grow hard again. “Geez you have some stamina, don’t you”, you smile at him as you palm his pants. “You have no idea. I am only getting started with you. Like I have been saying, I have been away from your for months, you better get ready to be taken all day, every day”. 

“I will never complain about that. Take me any way you like. You have to remember that I have been away from you as well”. With that Shawn rips the shirt off you and dives straight to your breasts. He knows how sensitive they are, and loves to play with them. His mouth is on one, pulling, tugging and nipping at your nipple while his hand is palming the other. Pinching and rolling your other nipple with his fingers. You keen at his touch and run your fingers through his hair, holding him in place as you push your chest further into his mouth. You have always found it fascinating that Shawn touching your breasts makes your pussy wet. It was something that amazed you. Shawn knew this as well, as he swapped sides with his mouth, but also included his other hand in the mix. He ran his fingers over your smooth lips again (god he loved how soft and sensitive they were) and collected the wetness sitting there. 

Using your own juices, he started to rub your clit, small circles that he knew would make you moan. At the exact moment he touches you, that moan, right on cue. He looks at you again, eyes dark with lust and checks flushed. He removes his finger from your pussy and you look down to see why. It’s then that you realize he needs his hands to undo his pants. You suck in a breath as you realize that he wasn’t wearing any underwear either. His cock standing proud, waiting to be reunited with you. “God I could never get sick of that sight”, you say as Shawn slowly pumps himself, wetting his cock with the juices left on his fingers. “The feeling is mutual my love”, Shawn’s accent coming out thick. 

“You ready for your fantasy to come true, any requests on how this will go?” Shawn asks as he pulls you to the edge of the counter so you are just resting on it. “Don’t hold back, I won’t break” you say. You want to convey that you want it a little rougher than normal, but you can’t say those words yet. “You sure? Tell me if it gets too much” Shawn says seriously to you, looking you directly in the eyes. “I will, but I trust you Shawn, with my life and other body parts”, you chuckle. That chuckle changes to a harsh intake as Shawn lines himself up with you and thrusts into you in one go. He pushes hard into you, with his pelvic bone pushing into your clit. It was a feeling that you hadn’t felt before. “OK?” Shawn stutters, using all his willpower to hold still until he sees that you are OK. “So good, so full”, you moan as Shawn takes that as a sign to continue. He pulls most of the way out, leaving just his head inside. He takes hold of both of your hips, holding you to the edge of the counter as he stares at you. You stare back as he pushed back in hard. He sees you fighting to keep your eyes open and he knows that you are enjoying yourself. At that, Shawn starts to relax a little and really starts to take you. 

He fights to find your lips as he snaps his hips, back and forth, pushing so deep inside you, you think he might get stuck. He fights for dominance as your tongues dual, teeth clicking and lips rubbing. Shawn pulls away when air becomes an issue and just rests his forehead to yours. This also gives him an opportunity to look down and watch as his cock vanishes inside you. “How do you feel this good. Jesus I am glad I found you”, you moan as Shawn snaps his hips in a particular way. He manages to hit your g-spot as well as you clit without using his hands. You wrap your legs around his back, digging your heels into his bum as you feel it flex into you. Your breath is getting shorter as his thrusts are getting harder. His hands don’t move from your hips, but his head move to take hold of one of your breasts again. This caused you to scream in pleasure as the feelings in your nipples are directly connected to your clit. The touch of one spurs on the other as Shawn pounds into you. His breath is getting short as he starts to moan and call your name. 

This side of him, seeing him like this, turns you on even more. Your pussy floods with juice and Shawn feels it, making his cock slide into you even smoother. Shawn can see you are almost there, breathing heavily and dripping onto the floor of the kitchen. He takes one of his hands off your hips and at the same time says to you, “Here we go, ready?” You look a little confused as to what Shawn is talking about, until you feel a finger on your needy clit and it doesn’t stop. He rubs it with an intensity that he hasn’t touched you with before. This is where the laser comes in handy. Your lips are so smooth that his fingers glide over you, taking you higher and higher. At the same time, Shawn increases the urgency of his thrusts. Pounding into you, but also pushing so deep he is almost pushing you back on the counter. 

You can feel yourself unraveling as the pressure of everything Shawn is doing to you becomes too much. You start to shake your head and whimper, “no, no more”. You try and grab Shawn’s hand, but he sees you reaching for him and stops the assault on your clit. He takes your lips again as he slams into you one more time. All the wind is knocked out of you as you start to unravel – it hits you with such force that you can’t actually make a noise. “Cu” is the only thing you can get out as your eyes roll back and your heels push Shawn deeper. Shawn, at the same time feels the orgasm roll over you. Clenching hard against his cock it all it takes for him to release inside you. He ruts and pushes in as far as he can go, making sure you take everything he has. This causes his pubic hair to rub against your clit and sets you off on an immediate second orgasm. You didn’t know what was happening as you hadn’t even finished your first one. 

Shawn holds you to him as he slowly kisses you, bringing you back down with gentle caresses. He is still inside you and he can feel you clench every now and again, hit with smaller orgasms. “Fuck me, that was something else”. You mutter as you wipe the sweat off your forehead. “You are at the perfect height for me to really hit your special spots”, Shawn speaks quietly, not wanting to break the little bubble you are in. “Are you OK? You were cumming for a while. I could feel you pulsing around me. I think you might have had two actually”. 

“Your pubes touched my clit and set me off again” you laugh, running your finger over the offending patch of hair. Wet and glistening with your juices. “I think you need to speak like that more often. I love to hear you talk dirty”, Shawn hums as he enjoys the feeling of your fingers close to his cock. There is no way he can do anything else for a while, not after what you did to him this morning as well as what just happened. He slowly pulls his softening cock from your passage, watching as your combined juices pool on his cock as well as a small puddle on the floor. Before you can even think about anything, Shawn has a cloth and is cleaning both the floor and you. You watch as he lovingly tends to you, trying not to cause you too much added pressure to your already sensitive clit and lips. You feel like your heart is going to explode, watching Shawn being so sweet and caring. You start to think you could do this for the rest of your life. You get his attention and draw him in for a heated kiss. Sweet, but heated to convey all the passion you are feeling at that moment. 

“We are going to have to come up with more items for this list if we keep going the way we are”, Shawn says as he picks you up bridle style and wanders back into the bathroom. He sits you down on the toilet seat as he shuffles to get the shower going. You both need to clean off. Again. “Was that what you were expecting from your fantasy? Did it meet your expectations?” Shawn asks, taking your hand and leading you into the shower. 

“It was”, you say as you lean under the shower spray. “You were hitting spots that made everything feel so good. How do you know what to do?”

“I just listen to your body love. It tells me exactly what you want and how much you need. I don’t really have to do much”.

“Well it was perfect. Just so you know, you can be a bit rough with me”, you say, closing your eyes under the water so you don’t have to look at Shawn. “I know that I don’t know that much and I’m not that experienced, but I won’t break. I kind of like you being a bit alpha with me”. 

“I will keep that in mind, darling. I am so proud of you for expressing yourself. I love to hear what you are thinking, and I will always be open to hearing what your needs are”. Shawn steps under the spray himself and washes himself clean. 

After you are both out and drying yourselves in big fluffy towels, Shawn asks the question that he has been thinking of since earlier this morning. “Darling, why did you want to have sex on the kitchen bench? I’m not complaining, but I was just interested”. 

You go a shade of red that wasn’t even possible. “Um, I kind of liked the idea of knowing we had done something somewhere we shouldn’t have. Like I said, in my family sex was always behind closed doors. I think this was more of a middle finger to that”. You are happy with your answer and look back at Shawn. “Honey, I will be more than happy to help you stick you middle finger up to your family on any surface in this place”. You just shake your head at that and throw your wet towel at him. He gives you one of his megawatt smiles again and you break out in laughter. All of a sudden you stop, worry coming over your face. “Shawn, we need to clean the counter. We can’t have anyone coming in here with it like that. There are things”, you say uncomfortably, “all over it”. 

“Don’t worry, you get dressed for a day at the beach, and I will clean up our little escapade in the kitchen”. You look at him for a moment, and realize that he isn’t making fun of you and he is actually going to go and clean up. You pull him into a hug and kiss his cheek. “Thank you, I really don’t think I could have left the villa knowing what we did”. 

“Bikini, now. I will go clean up”. Shawn leaves, taking his board shorts with him as he heads into the kitchen to clean up. You look at your case; you bought some new suits to come away with you. Shawn hadn’t seen them. You know which one you are going to wear today. You felt so self conscious buying it that you weren’t sure if you could even put it on. Taking a deep breath, you put on the bikini, if that is what you could even call it. It was a vibrant white, which would make you look a little tanner than you were for the moment. The top was a typical string bikini, except for the coverage. There really wasn’t anything left to the imagination. 2 little petals covered your nipples and not much else. It showed a lot of underboob, a lot. If you though the top was bad, the bottoms were even worse. Again, it was a string with ties on both sides, but the coverage on this severely lacking. It was so low at the front it just covered your mound, with the material just covering your pussy lips, with it morphing into a g-string at the back. There was nowhere to hide in this. You knew that you had the body to pull it off, but taking the first step outside of the villa was going to be the hardest part. 

Gathering up your beach bag full of everything you would need for a day of relaxation in the sun, you pad out to the kitchen and lounge room to find Shawn relaxing on the couch, waiting for you. 

Once he hears your movements he looks up and chokes on his own spit. “What the hell is that” Shawn stutters, trying to get any moisture back in his mouth. You cover your stomach with your hands, making yourself smaller, “It’s new. I wanted something to bring away. You don’t like it, I’ll go and change”, you finish, slowly turning back to the bedroom. “NO. Stand right there”. You freeze as Shawn gets up off the couch and stalks towards you. “Arms by your side”. You co-operate and uncurl your arms. You see him slowly walk around you. Taking in every muscle and piece of exposed flesh. “Now I see why you lasered yourself. Floss would cover more of you than what that bikini is hiding. How am I going to behave myself if you are looking like that next to me?” 

You look up at him. Taking in his words, he likes it. No, he loves it. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “So you don’t want me to change?” you ask, timidly. He has a look and a smirk that makes your knees weak. “Don’t even think about it. I can’t wait to have you by my side all day, looking like a goddess. Sex on the beach is definitely getting crossed off the list. God I can’t keep away from you”. You smile at him as he brings you in for a hug. You feel his warm arms circle you and you relax against him. “Are there any more of these?” he asks as he plays with the ties on your hips. It’s then when he sees the bruises and gently runs his fingers over them. 

“Remember, I don’t feel them and I don’t know they are there. Please don’t think about them. I told you I wouldn’t be able to cover much”. You take his hand, rub his tattoo and drag him to the front door of the villa. “Come on, let’s get some sun on these pasty bodies of ours”.

“Darling, I will be putting lots of sun cream on you out there. There are certain areas that I don’t think have ever seen the sun”, Shawn comments as he roams his eyes over you body. Partially focusing on the underboob coming through the top as well as your now hairless mound. “My protector, what would I do without you?”

“You would forever be pasty and white”, he chuckles. “Just a thought, you know, you could always take everything off darling. That way you wouldn’t get any tan lines, you know?” He wiggles his eyebrows, daring you to accept the challenge. 

“Well that would involve a lot of sun cream, wouldn’t it?” you say as you make your way down the path. Shawn stops, glued to the spot, trying to work out if you were serious or not. “Don’t think I wouldn’t take one for the team and assist with the places you can’t reach”, Shawn yells back to you as you run towards the sounds of the crashing waves. “God, how is this still happening”, Shawn mumbles to himself as he palms his semi-hard cock. “Haven’t you had enough yet?” he asks his own member. He wanders behind you, following you to the beach. He watches as you find the perfect spot to set up for the day. This is going to be a good holiday. “Come on Mr Bond, get a move on”, you yell back at him, beaming up from your towel. “Your bond girl is waiting for you to protect her”, you say, holding up the sun screen bottle.  

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‘November Cabin’ Smut Version

Joe Mazzello x Reader

Joe moves behind your back, resting his hands on your waist.

“It’ll be just us. The woods. My parents’ cabin. A cracking fire and a shitload of pillows to roll on.” He smirks, while hi hands make their way to your chest.

You roll your eyes placing your hands over his.

“Right, pumpkin?” He whispers, while gently massaging your breasts with each hand.

“My needy boyfriend.” You let your head fall on his shoulder.

“You’re all I’m going to be needing.” He spins you around and your lips press.

After the two of you are done packing you head to the woods. The weather is rainy and cold. All trees and fallen leaves are soaked. Joe and you are wearing warm jumpers and puffer coats. The radio is playing steamy songs, while the heat is up.  Smiling at you his hand falls on your thigh.

“Joe.” You jokingly warn.

“Mhm, doll?” he gives your inner thigh a squeeze.

“You look so hot in a beanie.” You suddenly feel hotter than the usual.

“That could be the only thing left on my body baby. Just say the word.” He lifts his hand off the steering wheel and waves it in the air.

“Watch the road for now.” You chuckle, pushing his chin to face the road.

“But I do anticipate when we get there, and it’s just the two of us.” You whisper close to his ear, while clenching his hand between your thigs.

“Baby.” he silently growls, stepping on the pedal.

“Finally arrived” Joe rubs his hands together, after placing the bags to the side.

“So what do you think?” He turns to welcome you in.

“Incredible.” You hold your breath.

“Pretty nice, huh?” Joe proudly affirms.

After a few more hours the night has fallen. The food is almost ready, filling the whole cabin with savoury smell of baked food and homemade bread. The fireplace is lit with cracking fire, old vinyls with piano music and rotating on the record player. You are both wearing your tracksuit bottoms with cute jumpers on top. You casually lay on the sofa, snuggling in Joe’s arms.

“Mmm baby.” You involuntary moan, feeling his hand gliding underneath your jumper.

“And no bra!” he points out.

“No need for one.” You mutter with your head buried in his arm.

“You like this baby?” his voice mimics the long scratchy strokes on your back.

“Lovin it” you confess.

“Aiming to please dear. Nothing makes me happier than seeing my kitten purr in pleasure.” Joe calmly states, continuing the massage on your back.

“In fact.” He brings you up and situates you in his lap, straddling him.

“I love hearing you.” He smiles and kisses you.

You kiss him back, leaning above him. His starting to grow beard gently scratching your lips and chin, making you hotter with every kiss, sending shiver through your whole body with every touch.

“Baby.” You moan, moving your head to kiss the area underneath his jaw. Slowly pepping kiss along his neck. Without any rushing you get to his collarbone, where you experimentally give him a small bite. He squeaks from the unexpected action which makes you go back to kissing the area.

“How was that? Did you like it, not?” you prompt him to speak.

“Baby.” He takes a deep breath “It made me want you even more.” His hands squeezed your bum in his palms. You chuckled lightly and went back to his lips. Burying your hands in his hair, you pulled on him ever so slightly, only to hear him groan from deep within his throat.

“Gotta have you baby.” He growls, when you start to grind harder against his erection, feeling it through his trousers.

You moan back, but continue to grind, harder with each movement.

“Fuck, baby.” Joe’s strangled plead, only made you go faster on him.

“I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager, if you don’t stop.” He shakes his head.

“Me too.” You darkly smile.

“Joe. Joe.” You whine, feeling your panties soaked against his leg.

“You want to come on my leg? While humping me?” he encourages and you only manage to nod in response.

Joe muffles your whimpering with a kiss, while guiding your dripping self over the wet spot on his leg harder with both hands on your bum.

“Come for daddy.” He looks your straight in your eyes, making you almost black out when your orgasm rushes in. You explode in his arms, whimpering, making a complete mess, your eyes roll at the back of your head, while the only sound you manage to make is a strangled scream, almost silent.

“That’s right. God, I love you.” Joe growls feeling himself coming too.

“Love you too.” You cry out making a last few movements.

Breathing heavily, you relax on top of Joe, while is trying to catch his breath too. “Shit.” You mumble.

“What is it?” Joe’s hand is at your back once again.

“The mess we made.” You chuckle.

“Oh. This?” Joe slides a hand in your sweats, feeling your cum all over your underwear.

You whimper, still feeling sensitive from your orgasm.

“I can get that clean-up sorted.” Joe smirks.

[olivenight17]

Yuga Aoyama x Aaliyah (oc) “You’re Enough”

Hello, hello! Okay, so this is finally finished! I’m really glad I took the time to write this, it honestly made me so happy and I’m actually proud of how this turned out? Like, that’s a first lol, I hope you all didn’t mind it either. I know no one really cares about oc’s, especially in writing, but I couldn’t help myself this time around. Plus, this was my first chance to write anything romance wise for bnha and I couldn’t not take that opportunity lol. So, just a little warning, this got super angsty at the end, I’m not totally sure how I ended up down that road, but we’re here. I don’t know, I just feel like Yuga has so much love to give but he shuts it off because he’s self deprecating and man I feel that. Though this is my first time writing for Yuga, I hope I didn’t write him too ooc. And let me know what you think. Of my oc’s, of how this went, anything! I really love hearing from you guys. Enjoy everybody!

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It was an accident.

That’s what Aaliyah swears at least. But despite her claims, Mara chuckled as she tucked her hands into her pockets. “Really, that’s the excuse you’re going to use? It was an accident that you fell in lo-” Aaliyah threw a hand over her mouth before she could say anymore. She rolled her eyes as the brunette shushed her.

“Hey, be quiet seriously! Do you know what will happen if my brothers find out I have a crush? I will absolutely never hear the end of it!” She insisted, trying to ignore the heat overtaking her face.

Her childhood friend merely removed Aaliyah’s hand from her mouth. “Okay, okay, I get it. But in all honesty, this is adorable Ally. Though also unexpected, Yuga usually keeps to himself, how did you two even meet?” Mara asked, raising an amused eyebrow at the girl’s growing flustered state.

“We uh, we met at a bookstore near my house. He seemed nice, I realized I didn’t actually know that much about him so I stuck around a bit. Then we became friends, and I realized how funny he was and he’s really caring and oh my god he is such a dork when it comes to romance books,” The brunette continued to ramble. It was only when Mara cleared her throat that she realized what she did. The red on her cheeks grew and she hid her face in her hands. “This is so embarrassing… Mar-mar, you’re gonna help me right? I can’t do this alone.” She confessed as her hopeful gaze met her friends.

Mara’s face softened into a smile. “Of course, you know I’ve always got your back, Ally. I just don’t know what you expect me to help you with, I’m not an expert with feelings or confessions.” She rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly as Aaliyah paused in her embarrassment to let a sly grin make its way onto her face.

“Oh, I forgot, you still haven’t confessed to Sh-”

“Hey now, we’re getting sidetracked. We’re supposed to be helping you,” The navy haired girl interjected. She glanced around to make sure no one heard before letting out a sigh of relief. “Alright, so, you need help with asking him out?” Aaliyah nodded to the question. She paused, racking her brain for ideas. “Personally, I’d probably just ask him out over text or send a note. Anything that’s not face to face, but I know that’s not how you work. What about writing a poem for him? That’s something you’ve always been good at.” She guessed with a shrug.

The brunette was silent for a moment, mulling over the idea in her head. Mara was right, it did sound right up her alley. Plus, they were both romantics, and what’s a more romantic gesture than a poem coming straight from the heart? A silly grin appeared on her face as she already began sprouting some ideas. “I think I’ll give it a try. Thanks Mar-Mar, you’re the best!” She squealed, grabbing her in a tight hug.

Her friend hugged her back with an extra squeeze. “Go get him, tiger. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure the twins never find out about it until you want them to.” She promised as Aaliyah grinned up at her before skipping off to the library to write.

However, there was one miscalculation in this plan.

Aaliyah was not as good with writing romance as she had thought. Especially when it came to poetry.

She slammed her head onto the desk as she crumpled up another paper. None of them were good enough. Either the words were jumbled and choppy, or too wordy. She couldn’t quite get the flow of it no matter how hard she tried. Yawning, she lifted her head up, only for it to plop right back onto the desk. The brunette had been at this for two hours and after countless failures, a nap seemed like the perfect way to take a break. Decisively ignoring the buzzing in her pocket, she drifted away into slumber.

But the person causing the buzzing was not so easily ignored.

After about a half hour with no reply, Yuga began getting worried. Aaliyah was always fast with replying to text messages and if she was doing something else, she told him she would be gone before disappearing. There was no such message and the brunette was supposed to meet him a few hours after school.

So, Yuga began frantically searching for Aaliyah around school whilst calling out her name dramatically, as one does.

The blond hadn’t had any luck and as he was fishing out his phone to simply call her, someone tapped his shoulder. He let out a small squeak as he turned around, quickly covering it with a cough. He was met with the confused face of his classmate, Mara. “Yuga, you’ve been wandering school aimlessly for ten minutes now. Do you need help or something?” She asked, giving him a disbelieving frown when he said he didn’t. But the frown vanished as a realization dawned on her. “Oh, I get it. The last I heard from her, she was in the library. That’s your best bet, good luck,” The navy haired girl sang as she patted his back.

Yuga chuckled nervously as he watched her walk away. “Merci, Mara! But, for what?” There was no reply as the girl disappeared behind a wall. He was beginning to stress over what really caused Aaliyah to not respond to him now.

Pushing the doors open to the library, he spotted Aaliyah almost immediately. The blond relaxed as he saw her figure. This was why she hadn’t texted back, she fell asleep. Making his way over to her, he took his school blazer off and folded it neatly under her head as a makeshift pillow. He chuckled under his breath as the brunette shifted into a more comfortable position. “I’m sure it’s tiring having to sparkle almost as brightly as I do every day…” His eyes slid off her form as he noticed all the balled up papers that surrounded her.

She was writing, and it wasn’t in her notebook? This had to be a special occasion.

Yuga shook his head. This was a dear friend of his, the only person he let see passed his facade. The least he could do was respect her privacy. So, that’s what he did. Taking a seat next to her, he fiddled with his phone until she woke up.

He greeted her with a blinding smile when she did. “Bonjour, ma cherie! Feeling well rested?” He inquired, lighting up inside when the girl shot a sleepy grin back at him.

“You betcha! Sorry if I made you worry, I got preoccupied and then I fell asleep, but then you knew that.” Aaliyah giggled lightly as she rested just a little longer on his blazer. Yuga took that time to grab one of the scrunched papers that were littered around her.

He held it up carefully. “May I?” A fleeting panic overtook her features for a split second but it was gone before the boy could even blink.

Aaliyah reached to grab it from him. “Well, I mean you could but I wouldn’t! It’s still a work in progress and it’s not the best that I’ve written. In fact it’s probably some of the worst,” She continued to ramble. That made Yuga frown and he withdrew the paper from her grasp, standing up when she got off her chair to get it. At this point she began jumping for it. “This isn’t fair Yuga, you’re using my height against me!” Aaliyah pouted which almost made Yuga give the paper back to her. Almost.

“Cherie, I’ll have you know that no matter what stage of the creative process your work is in, it’s gold either way! There’s no need to be so modest, you shine brighter than any other writer I know!” The blond proclaimed, making Aaliyah smile lightly. “Good, that’s the smile I love to see.” He tensed as the words slipped out of his mouth. He hadn’t planned on being quite as bold.

There was silence before Aaliyah latched onto him in a tight hug. “You are so sweet it’s not even fair! Ugh, because you won me over with that nice compliment, you can read the paper. Hopefully it’s not one of my worst drafts. Some of these things literally only have one word on them.”

“It’ll be beautiful nonetheless,” He assured her. Careful not to rip anything, he uncrumpled the paper.

I love you, how does anyone say it?

There are different forms

A soft touch here

A lingering gaze there

It’s a soft blanket being placed on a sleeping figure

Your love is what some consider strange

It’s bolded words and sparkling smiles

A firework show in private

I love the way you say I love you

I just wish it was easier on me

And I want to just scream it from the rooftops

Because I love you, I swear I do

By the time you read this

I hope you love me as much as I do you.

Yuga blinked, lost in a daze as he trailed over the words on repeat. A love confession, but for who? It couldn’t possibly be for him, but he hadn’t seen Aaliyah freak out over anyone else. His gut was twisting and somehow it hurt worse than any time he had used his quirk. These words weren’t for him. They couldn’t be. He wasn’t good enough-

“Yuga?” Aaliyah snapped him out of his daze and he gave her a queasy smile.

Quickly, he shoved the paper back into her hands. “Like I said, the words were beautiful, exactly like I thought! Whoever it’s meant for is a lucky man.” He announced, waving his arms in the air for dramatic effect. But he really needed to leave, it felt like he was going to be sick.

The brunette shifted on the balls of her feet. “Well, I’m glad you think that because you’re that uh, lucky man…” Her words trailed off as she looked at her feet shyly for a minute before trying to look up at him through her eyelashes discreetly.

The grin on his face lost all of it’s emotion but it still stuck on, as if he was frozen in time. Just as she reached out to touch him, the blond caught her by the wrist. “That’s sweet, truly cherie. But there’s no need to lie like that to save my feelings. I can accept that someone else has stolen your heart!” He laughed but the sound was hollow and his words lacked their typical flamboyance.

Aaliyah tilted her head, he was trying to put his facade back up again and push her away, but she didn’t understand why. “I’m not lying, Yuga. Come on, you know I don’t joke about things like this. The only one who has my heart is you,” She confessed. She wiped her palms against her skirt. Library’s were supposed to be cold, why was she suddenly burning up?

“Then, I would suggest you take it back. You can have it, free of charge.” Yuga’s smile was suddenly cold as he picked up his blazer and began walking away. Aaliyah could only stare at him as he left, suddenly feeling as if everything in her just vanished.

She could barely feel her legs move as they ran to catch up with him. There was no way, she couldn’t have messed up so bad he didn’t even want to be friends with her anymore. Before she could even think, she gripped onto his shoulder and turned him back to face her. “Wait, please. Don’t tell me I just messed everything up. Do you hate me now? Why are you pushing me away? You don’t act like this, Yuga. Please don’t push me away. Just explain what I did wrong. I promise I won’t do it again,” She begged. The brunette searched his gaze for any type of emotion.

But all that was there was his usual smile, though there was a flash of sympathy in his violet eyes. “It wasn’t anything you did. I’m giving you a chance to give your heart to someone else, someone better. You don’t want me.” His tone was gentle as if he was soothing a small child. “After all, no one wants the defect.”

Aaliyah went silent at those words and Yuga assumed she understood and began turning away again. But, her grip kept him in place. She mumbled some words that he didn’t hear, repeating them over and over until they were loud enough to be heard. “You are not a defect!” She screamed, letting tears drip down her face. “You are not broken just because you have problems. I have problems, everybody in the world has problems. But none of us are broken. Especially not you, you’re the strongest out of everyone here, because despite the pain and the issues you smile through it all. And I’m not sure how you do it, but you do and I’m proud of you for that.” Slowly, Aaliyah began pulling him into a hug. “But whatever you do, don’t push us, push me away. You do not have to do this alone and whether or not you love me back, I’m going to make sure you never have to. You deserve to say all of those self praising words and mean it.” Squeezing him tightly, she felt relief pour through her when Yuga returned the embrace.

Lips were placed at the top of her head as the blond did his best not to shake. He rubbed her back soothingly and just allowed himself to be in that moment. It was a while before he finally spoke. “I’m so sorry for the hurt I caused, I love you. Though I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve you, I’m thanking every last shining star that I did it, amour.”

A soft giggle came from Aaliyah as she looked up at him, love shining through her green eyes. “You didn’t have to do anything, you were just you. And that’s more than enough.”

[efemerald]

C50?

C50 “How drunk was I?”

Katsuki woke up in a pool of his own filth. He cracked open his eyes, was struck by the blinding light pouring through his curtains, and instantly regretted it. His head was throbbing; his lips felt parched and dry; his throat was stinging. He wanted, more than anything, to fall back asleep.

To his irritation, he was prevented from doing so by a knock on his bedroom door.

“Eijirou?” he rasped.

“Nope,” came the reply, followed by the creak of the door and light footsteps on the ground. Definitely not Eijirou, then.

Swathed in bleary confusion, he raised his head to identify the guest – and was immediately pierced with what felt like a sword running through his brain. Groaning, he fell back into the pillow.

As he stared helplessly at the ceiling, Jirou’s profile came into view. “It’s me, shithead.”

“Ugh.”

She rolled her eyes. Leaning forwards, she pressed a cool glass into Bakugou’s hand, which he begrudgingly accepted. “It’s a seltzer. Hurry up and drink it.” Then, with a hint of sadism in her smile, she added, “You need to eat something too. Breakfast is in the kitchen.”

He fixed her with a glare. “Bring it here, shorty.”

“Nope!” she sounded way too happy as she walked away. “You gotta get up first! Maybe change clothes, or something. You stink.”

Katsuki looked downwards at himself. He was still wearing the same button down and jeans from last night, only they were stiff with dried vomit. He winced. Maybe she had a point.

Downing as much of the seltzer as he could manage, Katsuki thrust the cup onto his nightstand and rolled out of bed. Immediately, his stomach seized into convulsions, and he grabbed the bin nearest to him. He felt like he was going to die.

Hanging his head above the rim, he tried to vomit – once, twice – but was met only with dry heaves. Fine. Breakfast first then.

With wobbly legs and a spinning head, he pushed himself off the floor, trying to swallow the rising bile. Then, silently cursing Jirou for punishing him like this, he staggered forwards and out the door, almost collapsing at the kitchen island.

The smell of fried meats on the grill nauseated him, but fuck it, it was better than nothing.

“Morning, Blasty!”

The words were basically screamed towards him, and it cut sharply into his brain. He glowered upwards.

“What the hell is Drooly doing in my kitchen?”

“Well, Saturdays are supposed to be date days,” Jirou said pointedly. Next to him, she was eyeing Bakugou amusedly, mug of coffee tilted in her hand. “But then Kirishima asked me to take care of you, and, I mean, it seemed selfish to not share this opportunity with my boyfriend. When do we ever get to see Bakugou Katsuki waddling around like a child?”

“Fuck you.” his face screwed up as he processed what she said. “But also thanks. I guess.”

“Whatever.”

Speaking of Kirishima, where the fuck was his shitty roommate? Normally, the redhead would be more than ready to help him through a hangover.

As if reading his mind, Kaminari called from the kitchen, “Ei’s out for a run. Said he needs to work things out, or something.”

“Work things out? What things?” All this thinking was making his head ache even more.

Jirou took a long slurp of her coffee. Kaminari choked.

“Dude.” he turned to look at his friend. “Do you remember anything from last night?” He gestured wildly at the living room behind him.

Bakugou shot him a scowl, but twisted around nonetheless. The scene before him was… unexpected. He felt the blood rush to his face.

“What the hell?”

His apartment was ruined – the drapes were torn down, couches overturned, pillow stuffing strewn everywhere. Kirishima’s plants were all knocked over, and the soil from their pots was seeping into the wood. His All Might figurine stash was missing from the shelf. Most worryingly, everything was freckled – if not absolutely covered – in black scorch marks. Scorch marks that he would recognize anywhere. He looked down at his own hands.

Questioningly, he shot an eyebrow at Jirou, as if she was somehow to blame for his home being destroyed. “How drunk was I?”

Sighing, she set down the mug. “You really can’t remember anything?”

He shrugged.

“Fine. You did eight shots of soju, followed by nine shots of tequila–” he winced. “Declared to everyone that you weren’t drunk–”

“I’m not a fucking lightweight!” Kaminari parodied in his best Bakugou impression.

“Then proceeded to tell Kirishima that you loved him, in front of the whole party.”

Katsuki’s heart plummeted to his stomach. If death by humiliation was possible, this was it.

Jirou didn’t seem to notice, or just didn’t care. “When Kirishima said that you were drunk, and needed to lay off the alcohol, you took it as rejection, and…”

She clicked her tongue, gesturing to the wreckage of furniture.

His face was completely red now. There was a new urge to vomit, and this time, it wasn’t from the hangover. “Uh…”

“But don’t worry!” Kaminari chirped. “Kirishima hid your All Might collection so you wouldn’t ruin it.”

“Fuck.” he shoved his head into his hands. “I’m dead.”

Jirou gave him an awkward, but sympathetic, pat on the back. “At least you didn’t vomit on him this time.”

“This time?”

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It was nearing noon by the time Kirishima returned, and both Jirou and Kaminari had already left the house.

Katsuki had made some attempt at cleaning up his mess, with the hopes of making it somewhat livable, but had given up as soon as the couch was upright. Now, he lay flat out on the said couch, nursing his headache and taking periodic sips of water.

He looked up when he heard the doorknob click.

Kirishima walked in, drenched from head to toe in sweat. His hair was matted at odd angles, and the earphones dangling around his neck were literally dripping. Katsuki wondered how long he’d been running for.

As soon as he caught sight of the blonde, Kirishima stopped short. Instead of moving further in, he opted to stand awkwardly in the doorway, shifting uncomfortably. Katsuki stared back at him. Both boys were too anxious to speak.

Eventually, it was Katsuki who broke the silence. “Listen, Ei, we don’t have to talk about if you don’t want to.” After all, this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened – both boys were guilty of it – and in the end, neither ever mentioned it the next day when sober.

For a moment, Kirishima looked like he was considering this, lips twisted in a pensive frown, before sighing. “No,” he admitted. “I don’t want to. But I think we have to.

“I’ve been thinking about things, Kats.”

And Katsuki’s heart rate quickened. He recognized that voice – it was the voice Kirishima always used when he was about to break bad news.

“I like you too. A lot. I might even, you know, love you. In that way.”

Awkward and clumsy, Kirishima’s words took their time landing on Katsuki’s ears. When they did, he almost flinched in surprise. They were a long way off from what he expected.

“But,” Kirishima continued, “I don’t want to date you.”

In the span of two seconds, Katsuki went from feeling happier than he ever had before, to being absolutely crushed. “What?” he barked. “Why not?”

“Because!” Kirishima squeaked. There was nervousness and fear written all over his face, as if he knew he might be making a terrible mistake, and it was obvious to Katsuki that it was taking a lot for the redhead to get this out. “Because I have no idea if you actually like me back or not. If you care about me in the same way I care about you, or you’re just lonely and bored. And if it turns out to be the second one, I don’t know if I can heal from that, Katsuki!”

“Fucking– what do you mean you don’t know if it’s real, Ei? I literally blew up our whole house because you rejected me!”

Kirishima made an exasperated noise, waving his hand in frustration. “Yeah, but you were drunk! You’re always drunk when you confess.” he turned his eyes towards the wall, avoiding Katsuki’s gaze. “I just… I need you to say it sober, too. And not just once. I know it’s petty, and it’s insecure, but I need it to be spelled out for me. Okay?”

His speech came to a close, and a long stretch of silence followed.

Katsuki frowned. He knew what Kirishima meant, and fuck it if it wasn’t what Kirishima deserved, but he also didn’t know if he was capable of it. Of that daily sort of affection.

But then, what was the alternative? Losing Kirishima?

Another headpang. He groaned and rubbed his temple. No, that wasn’t an option. If Kirishima wanted him to be more open, then fuck it, he was going to be more open.

Kirishima sighed, and he began to make his way towards the shower.

Katsuki’s breath hitched; he could feel his chance slipping away.

“I’ll do it.” he blurted out.

Kirishima twisted around in surprise. “What?”

“Fucking hell, Eijirou. I said I’ll do it.” he could feel his ears burning, but there was no stopping now, so he kept going, “I love you. I love you so fucking much, I always have. I’ll scream it from the rooftops if you want it. And I’ll fucking prove it to you too.”

Finally, he raised his gaze to meet Kirishima’s. The other boy’s mouth had dropped open, and he was staring at Katsuki in childish wonder.

“I’ll cook for you everyday. I’ll take you on dates so good, no one else’s will compare. Not even fucking Sparky’s.”

Kirishima let out a soft huff of laughter.

“I’ll – I’ll clean up my act, so that it won’t hurt your rankings when we go public together. Because we are going public together. And, I’ll help take care of your stupid plants – I’ll buy you new ones, I’ll buy you so many plants our house looks like a fucking jungle. I’ll spend all my money on you, Ei, I’ll buy you presents on all the right holidays – anniversaries included, I won’t forget like some half-ass twit–”

“Katsuki!” Kirishima cut him off.

His eyes had begun to pool with tears. Katsuki went stiff; fuck, he’d fucked it up again.

But, then, Kirishima wouldn’t be smiling. And he was definitely smiling.

“Okay.” he sniffled. “Okay. I believe you.”

“Yeah?”

Kirishima’s smile broke into a grin, huge and blinding. “Yes, Katsuki. Fuck, I–” he swiped the tears from his face. “Okay, fuck, I’m going to go shower – and I’m going to stop crying, because that’s so unmanly – but I’m going to go shower, and then we can, uh, figure this out. But we are. We’re going to figure it out.”

The joy in his voice was impossible to ignore. It fell from his lips like water, and it made Katsuki’s insides feel lighter than air. Without realizing it, his own mouth had cracked into an equally wide grin.

With one last look of disbelief, Kirishima finally turned back around and pulled himself away. He disappeared into the bathroom. Okay, shower first. Then… then they would finally fulfill the hopes Katsuki had been fostering since high school. For the first time ever, they’d be crossing that unsaid line Katsuki believed only existed in his dreams.

When Kirishima re-emerged from that door, it wouldn’t just be as a friend anymore.

And oddly enough, the thought didn’t make his head throb. In fact, he was feeling better than he ever had.

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[miraculousmumma]

Dream A Little Dream

It was perhaps the weirdest dream Marinette had ever had.

The effects of Oblivio’s actions were still plaguing her late into the night, and now she lay on her back, staring up at her skylight as her mind played tricks on her.

She had dreamt they were trapped inside the Montparnasse Tower again, only their transformations fell.  She dreamt Chat Noir was Adrien, and vice versa, and he knew she was Marinette…kind of.  Neither of them really knew one another, or themselves.  They didn’t remember anything.

But it had felt so real, and she had been so confident in front of Adrien, he had been so adoring, and they had been so certain they were a couple.

It was the best dream she had had in a long time.

‘Oh my God.’  Adrien whispered into the darkness of his room.

‘Don’t.’  Plagg grumbled warningly from his spot on the pillow beside Adrien.  ‘Whatever it is it can wait until after breakfast.’

‘But…’

‘No buts!’

‘Ladybug is Marinette.’

Plagg’s eyes were wide by the time he sat bolt upright.  ‘What do you mean?’  He laughed nervously, fearing if Tikki found out, and she would, that she would blame him.  ‘Pigtails from your class?  No way she can be Ladybug.’

‘She is Ladybug, Plagg!  I just remembered everything that happened today at the tower!’  Adrien turned on his pillow to face his kwami so rapidly he bounced Plagg a couple of inches.

‘That’s nonsense.’  Plagg waved his hand dismissively.  ‘Why is it you can remember and I can’t?  I’m practically a god you know?’

‘I don’t care what you say, I know what happened.’  Adrien rolled onto his back again with a sigh.  ‘She kissed me.  Twice!  Her lips are so soft.’

‘You’re imagining it.’

‘Listen, I know I forgot first off but I’ll never forget again.  She’s amazing.’

‘Shut up and go to sleep.’  Plagg burrowed down in the pillow again, his back to his chosen.  ‘In the morning you’ll realise it was just a dream and get on with your life.’

Adrien shook his head, a soft smile on his lips.  ‘It wasn’t just a dream, and my life will be complete when I confess my feelings to Marinette.’

Plagg rolled his eyes.  ‘I swear if you get together you’ll be the girl in the relationship.’

‘As long as there is a relationship I don’t care.’

Adrien arrived at school early in the hope Marinette might have had the same realisation.  He sat on the wall beside the steps facing the road but very definitely staring longingly towards the patisserie.  He was so focused it was only when Nino waved a hand in front of his face that he realised he had blotted almost everything else out.

‘Yo, Earth to Adrien, can you hear me, buddy?’

Adrien blinked heavily before bringing his head around to face his best friend, saying only;  ‘Oh, hey, Nino.’; before turning back to his target.

‘What’s got into you today?’  Nino asked as he leant on the wall beside him.  ‘You’re totally out of it.’

‘I just…I had a weird night.’  Adrien replied far too nonchalantly.

‘Your dad again?’

‘No, actually it was a dream.’

‘Must have been some dream to have this affect.’  Nino laughed, making Adrien’s head shoot back around.

‘It was some dream, one hell of a dream!  It’s no laughing matter.’

Nino cleared his throat as he forced himself to sober for Adrien’s sake.  ‘So what happened?  You look like you’re waiting for something.’

‘Not something; someone.’  He specified, jumping down off the wall as the first bell rang.  ‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Sure, dude.’  Nino shrugged as Adrien shouldered his bag.

‘How did you get Alya to agree to date you?  I mean, what did you say?’

‘Whoa, wait,’  Nino stopped him inside the doors, ‘you want to ask someone out?  You like someone?’

Adrien took him by the shoulders and gave him a very serious look.  ‘Nino, I’m in love with Marinette.’

‘Is that all?’  Nino brushed off Adrien’s hands and put an arm around his shoulders before leading him towards the stairs.  ‘Dude, you’ve been in love with her for a long time, you were just too stupid to realise it.’

Marinette overslept thanks to the difficulty she had trying to get back to sleep.  Her dream plagued her, as though taunting what could have been, and she still felt shaken as she ran into the school still tying up her hair.  She had heard the first bell as she left the patisserie, and the second chimed as she hurried up the stairs.

Of course she was late, she was always late, but today she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different.  Perhaps it was just from her sleep pattern being messed up, but that somehow just didn’t feel right.

‘Dude, you have got to calm down.’  Nino nudged Adrien, whose leg was bouncing nervously.

‘How can I?’  Adrien gave him a desperate look.  ‘She’s going to be here…soon.  Why is she late?

‘She’s always late.’  Nino laughed.  ‘It’s not like you can do anything about it now.’  Adrien gave Nino a look that made his eyes go wide.  ‘You are not going to do anything about it now!’

‘I have to!’  Adrien whined.  ‘I love her and…’

Just then Marinette stumbled into the classroom, literally fell through the door, barely keeping her feet below her as she gave an impromptu squeal.  She straightened just as rapidly, letting out a sigh of relief that she had still beat Miss Bustier to the classroom.

‘Stay!’  Nino hissed, having grabbed hold of Adrien’s shirt when he tried to stand and forced him to remain seated.

‘But…’

‘No buts!  Wait for recess or something!’

As she passed him, Marinette flashed Adrien a small smile, her cheeks flushed pink before quickly looking away and sliding into her seat.  Her sigh of relief was like music to Adrien’s ears, knowing she was so close.  He was sure he could wait just a little longer.

Adrien couldn’t wait any longer.

Marinette had succeeded in getting kept in during recess to clear up after dropping a beaker of saline at the end of science class.  They didn’t have the next lesson together so he would have to wait until lunch.  He didn’t like that.  He was asked several times to stop daydreaming and doodling on his tablet, fazing out so much the teacher assumed he may be coming down with something.  He wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t a physical illness he was suffering with.

By the time lunch rolled around he had run so many scenarios through his head that it was swimming with ideas of how to approach it, how to tell her, what to tell her, certain that if she knew she would have said something…would she?  He shook the doubts from his head.  He knew there was some boy she liked but he hoped as they knew each other both in and out of costume that he could convince her to at least give him a shot.  It needed to be done in private.  They didn’t need an audience or anyone eavesdropping, not on this, and his favourite idea involved taking her to lunch where they could talk between themselves.

He knew she would be heading to the canteen on the top floor so waited outside the door, having checked she wasn’t already there.  When she rounded the corner with Alya a soft sigh escaped his lips.  He pushed himself away from the wall so quickly that when he stepped into her path she screamed and jumped behind Alya.

‘Hey, Adrien.’  Alya gave him a knowing smile.

‘Hey…Marinette.’  He completely ignored Alya and her teasing eyes, willing Marinette to come out from behind her friend.

‘Ad-Adrien!’  She stammered, hands on Alya’s shoulders as she peered around her.

‘Yep.  Do you maybe want to have lunch with me?’

‘Me?’  She squeaked, her beautiful bluebell eyes going wide.

‘Yeah, will you?  Please?’  He held his hand out to her, inviting her to take it.

‘She’d love to.’  Alya stepped aside and swept Marinette forward in one smooth movement, allowing Adrien to carefully take her hand, hoping not to spook her further.

‘I would?’  Marinette spun her gaze on Alya in alarm

‘You would.’  Alya gave her a gentle shove.  ‘I’ll see you both back in class.’

‘See you later.’  Adrien said, not taking his eyes off Marinette as her cheeks continued to flame.

Marinette stared after Alya, panic and excitement vying for precedence as she wondered if she should worry that she couldn’t feel her legs.

‘So, is there anywhere you’d like to go?’  Adrien asked, his eyes darting over her features while he wondered how such a simple mask had blinded him to her for so long.  ‘My driver can take us somewhere, or we could grab something to take with us and walk by the river?

‘Oh, I don’t kind,’ Marinette stammered, her eyes snapping back to his, ‘I mean gorgeous, I mean mind!’  She covered for herself quickly.

‘Then let’s get something to go.’  He encouraged her down the stairs.

Adrien’s heart was beating so hard he was sure Marinette could feel it.  Here she was, his lady, the love of his life, holding his hand…which was when he realised, if she knew he was Chat Noir she would have pulled away by now, would have poked his nose for being too familiar while forcing him back and away.  But not Marinette, Marinette who was awkward to the point of embarrassment, Marinette who could be indecisive at times but always came through.  And as he remembered calling her their every day Ladybug he couldn’t help but smile a little wider.

Adrien carried a small bag containing their food and led her down by the Seine, stopping at an empty bench and dusting it off before offering Marinette a seat.  She took it with a small murmur of thanks before he sat beside her.  Honestly, she was confused.  Adrien hadn’t explained if he wanted something in particular, just that he wanted to have lunch with her.  It was weird enough she was still having flashbacks to her dream of him as Chat Noir.  In fact she had pinched herself twice to try and ensure she wasn’t still dreaming.

‘So, yesterday was kind of crazy, right?’  Adrien said with a small laugh.

‘Yeah.’  She agreed.  ‘It was.’

‘It must have been something because last night I had this dream…’

‘The what now?’  Marinette interrupted, not quite believing what she was hearing.  It had to be a coincidence…

‘A dream.  Everything that happened yesterday, it came back to me,’ he studied her face carefully as he spoke, gently taking her hand in his, ‘Bugaboo.’

Marinette laughed nervously.  ‘Uh…what?’

‘You can’t deny it’s you.’  He shook his head, still smiling softly at her.  ‘I know you, I know both of you.’

Marinette cleared her throat as her brain whirred, trying to come up with a reply, but simply settling for; ‘I think you’ve got the wrong girl.’

‘Even ignoring you’re the same height and build, you wear your hair the same, your voice, your freckles, your bluebell eyes I’d happily stare into for the rest of my life…’

‘You’d what now?’  Marinette spat hurriedly as she processed what he had said.

‘I always said I’d love you outside the mask.’

Marinette snatched her hands back and jumped to her feet, turning to face him and walking back a few steps.  ‘You’re not serious?  You think I’m Ladybug?  Me?’  She pressed her hands to her chest.  ‘I’m sorry, Adrien, but you’ve got it all wrong.  Got me all wrong.  I can’t be Ladybug.  I’m clumsy, I’m flakey, I can’t make important decisions, I am…’

‘Brave, selfless,’ Adrien cut her off as he got to his feet and slowly approached her, ‘you stand up for what’s right no matter what the consequences, you stand by people even when they don’t stand by you, you’re creative, bold, kind of intimidating sometimes, but still so sweet and…’

‘I’m a mess!’  She sputtered.

‘An adorable mess!’  He took her by the shoulders.  ‘You just have to accept it.  You’re Ladybug, I’m Chat Noir.  Can you think of a better partner for you than me?’

Marinette swallowed hard enough for Adrien to see and even though he knew she was going to deny it yet again he was still surprised by the torrent of words that fell through her lips.  ‘I’m not Ladybug!  I’m not your partner in anything because I don’t even love you, I mean like you, I mean I love you, I mean what the hell do you mean you’re Chat Noir!?’

‘Surprise, my lady.’  He shrugged apologetically.

He felt her tense under his hands.  ‘I’m not your lady!’

‘You are.’  He smiled encouragingly at her.

‘I’m not.’  She argued.

‘You absolutely are.’

‘I’m not!’  She squealed.

‘You are!’

The voice this time wasn’t Adrien’s, but one very irritated kwami.  Plagg floated up into Marinette’s face and waved his paw at her.

‘You’re Ladybug!  He’s Chat Noir!  He’s in love with you!  I’m pretty sure you’re in love with him!  Get out of denial and just kiss already!’

‘Plagg!’  Tikki was suddenly pushing Plagg through the air and out of her chosen’s face.  ‘You can’t just go revealing yourself like that!’

‘Why not?  The boy knows, the girl knows, now we can all get on with our lives!’

‘I knew it!’  Adrien yelled in triumph.  ‘Say it, Bugaboo, come on, say it, just for me.’  He bounced from foot to foot excitedly.  ‘Tell me it’s you, go on, you know you want to!’

She groaned as she rolled her eyes.  ‘Adrien?’

‘What?’  He asked hopefully.

‘Your Chat is showing.’

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