#i’m fine i just had to let it soak in cold water for 2 hours

[wendytestabrat]

me when i burnt my finger from the oven last night

[petertingle-yipyip]

DONT BE A FOOL - MATT MURDOCK

Pairing: matt x wife!reader

Word Count: 2, 156

Summary: After a very tense argument about a misused name, your apologetic husband ends up getting looped in by your students.

//follow-up to three empty words but can probably be read on its own. i realize i lost the original plot so if it’s too bothersome, i’ll rewrite it//

The next morning, you refused to dilly dally your morning routine. Your shower was quick, your hair and makeup remained simple. Even your outfit was more or less the first thing you grabbed from your closet. You gathered all of your papers - which you hadn’t gotten around to grading the night before - and your laptop before Matt’s alarm had even gone off.

You skipped making breakfast, deciding to stop at a coffee shop on the way to work instead, and hustled out the door. You ignored the still sleeping figure of Elektra on your couch even though your brain wanted to soak her with cold water and kick her out. You did slam the door on your way out but that was just to satisfy your own anger.

You walked into your classroom and let out a loud sigh as you dropped into your deskchair. You were thankful to be out of the house, in your own space for the time being. As you began grading the papers and piling them according to the hours, your mind wandered back to the night before. You wondered if Elektra would be out of your apartment when you got back. You wondered if Matt would tell Foggy and Karen that you two got into a fight last night. You then found yourself wondering if Matt was actually going to go to work that morning.

You realized you were staring blankly at the student’s worksheet in front of you so you shook the thoughts and focused on the daunting stacks before you.

Most of the hours were business as usual. Your normal rowdy students were a bit extra, but that might’ve been due to your already grated nerves more than their own behaviors. It wasn’t until the hour before lunch that you found some of your students more huddled and secretive than usual.

“What are you doing in the corner?” You called, peaking over your computer at the small group. “There’s, what, five minutes till the bell?”

“Mrs. Murdock, what’s your husband’s name?” One of the girls, Liv, asked with an innocent expression. The same one she gave you when she explained her lacking assignments.

“Matthew.” You titled down your screen to see them better. “Why?”

“What does he do again?”

“Lawyer. Why?”

“Is he handsome?” Another girl, Nicole, asked with wiggling eyebrows.

You had to refrain from rolling your eyes at your middle schoolers.

“Yes, very.” You smiled slightly. “I wouldn’t have married him if he wasn’t.”

“And if he’s a lawyer, he’s gotta be smart, right?”

“Again, very. He went to Columbia.”

“So like… Is he why you’re so sad today?” Blake, the only boy in the group, chimed in with a nonchalant shrug.

“Guys.” You frowned slightly. “I’m not sure what you’re doing, but I’m not sad. Me and Mr. Murdock are fine. We’re happily married. And you should be worried about your own relationship drama, not mine.”

“So you admit there’s drama?” Nicole countered quickly.

“Between Blake and Emmy? Yes.” You nodded and Emmy’s jaw dropped while her friends poked her teasingly. “Between me and Mr. Murdock, no.”

“Mhmm.. So why is the photo face down?”

“What?”

“The photo by your computer.” She came across the room and lifted the frame near your laptop that was in fact, face down. “You told us on the first day that this was one your favorite photos and you have it on it’s face… There’s drama, Mrs. Murdock.”

“You’re very observant, Nicole. Thank you.” You said flatly as you took the frame from her hands and set it in it’s rightful position. “I must’ve knocked it over when I was trying to find you and Liv’s missing portfolio project.” “You can’t deflect, Mrs. M.” Liv added from across the room. “It’s all over your face.”

“Y’know what.” You announced, standing from your desk. “The bell rings in less than two minutes. You guys can all go to lunch early.”

A chorus of questions arose while you heard the door being pushed open.

“They can’t write you all up.” You shrugged and dropped back in your chair while the meddling group made their way into the hall.

The girls continued to whisper to themselves and glanced back at you, to which you shooed them away. When you were finally alone in your classroom, you let out a heavy sigh and rubbed a hand over your eyes.

Usually, you adored having open communication with your students because that meant they trusted you. But at the same time, that meant they felt entitled to know your life story whether you like it or not. The bell echoed in your ears so you spun your chair to the small fridge under your desk that held your lunch.

You clicked play on a playlist from your laptop and began eating your lunch, typing away to enter in grades. You knew you should just do nothing, scroll mindlessly on your social medias instead or maybe even call Foggy to ensure Matt made it to work, but the busy work for your eyes, head, and hands felt better. Plus, you weren’t exactly sure what you would’ve said that could’ve gotten your question answered without being a dead giveaway. So you kept working instead.

“MRS. MURDOCK!” Liv nearly yelled as she burst through your door, maybe halfway through the lunch hour. “OHMYGODYOULLNEVERBELIEVE-”

“Liv!” You said in shock, nearly dropping your water bottle. “What is going on? Is everything okay?”

“Look at this!” She hurried across and showed you her phone screen. Oddly enough, it was a photo of the back of a man exiting a taxi. What stood out to you was the white cane in his hand.

“It’s a guy getting out a cab.” You tried to reason, gently pushing her phone away. “That’s what you ran in here to tell me?”

“But he’s blind!”

“So it seems.”

“Don’t you know what this means?” She insisted with a small stomp.

You simply shrugged and raised your brows.

“It’s Mr. Murdock! He came to apologize!”

“Liv, I appreciate your concern for my marriage but we’re fine, okay? It’s not like he and I are heading towards a divorce. We’re just in a bit of an argument. It’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? Because I’ve never seen you so…” She gestured vaguely to you.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now go back to your lunch, please. I have to finish these.”

“But-”

“No.”

“Mrs. M, just-”

“Liv, boundaries, please.”

“Just listen!”

“No.” You said firmly. “Go back to your lunch.”

She huffed slightly but retreated to the door. As she was heading out, she nearly ran into one of the monitors.

“Sorry to intrude, Y/N.” The monitor said as she popped her head in. “I have a visitor for you.”

“Another one of my kids being a problem?” You sighed and wheeled yourself a bit further from your desk. “Send ‘em in. They can sit in the corner till next class.”

“Actually, I think you’ll be glad to see this one.” She smiled knowingly and reached for something outside the doorframe.

Before you could voice another question, she ushered Matt through the door. He said his usual thanks for being guided and the monitor gave you an approving nod and thumbs up. She mouthed a very not subtle ‘He’s very handsome’. You smiled awkwardly in agreement but once the door closed, you rolled your eyes and went back to your gradebook.

“Could’ve called.” You said simply.

“I didn’t think you would answer.” Matt replied honestly.

“Probably wouldn’t have… Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“I couldn’t focus.”

You heard the clicks of him folding his cane as he wandered around your classroom. You peaked up to watch him manueaver the desks with such ease that for a split second, you forgot he was blind. You watched him run his fingers along the bulletin board you had on one wall, leading into the standards and other required signage you had up.

“Did she leave?” You asked and returned to your prior task. You knew if you watched him for too long, he’d know and he’d show you that stupid lopsided smirk that he did.

“She was still pretty weak when I left.” He said and there was a slight sadness in his voice. Though if someone asked if it was for Elektra or your argument, you wouldn’t have been able to say. “But I did ask Stick to find somewhere else to take her to recover if she can’t leave on her own by the time someone gets home.”

“Chivalrous.” You made a face behind your computer screen. “You didn’t have to come all the way here to tell me that.”

He sighed slightly and you mumbled a short complaint to yourself before scooting away from your desk and spinning in your chair to face him, just as he appeared at your side. You folded your hands over your stomach and leaned back in your chair, giving an exaggerated sigh and nod for him to talk.

“Y/N, last night, I said something I shouldn’t have.” He began carefully, as if he was following a carefully rehearsed speech. For all you knew, he had rehearsed it with Foggy that morning before he showed up. “I let Stick push me and I just said the first thing that came to mind.”

“But she shouldn’t be the first thing, right?” You said softly with a small shrug. “Stick shouldn’t be able to push you into saying that, whether you meant it or not.”

“You’re right.” He admitted and your brows went up slightly. “I shouldn’t have said that. You are the only woman that I want to be with. I married you, without any hesitation. I never had second thoughts or second thoughts or anything. You, Y/N Murdock, have my heart.”

You nodded slowly but said nothing as you stood. You crossed your arms and looked up at him, him offering a hopeful expression in return. You broke into a small smile and nudged him with your shoulder before moving past him. He followed you almost instantly and you took him to the wall on the other side of your desk near the window.

“The kids started calling this the Sweetheart’s Spotlight.” You said quietly with a small smile. “They keep a polaroid camera in one of the cubbies and every Friday, they rearrange the couples in order of their favorites… They made me put a photo of us on here, too.”

“Where do we rank?” He smiled slightly.

“We’ve been number one since it started.” You laughed. “They tell me that you’re the best by default since I’m their favorite teacher.”

“Lucky me.”

“You know I’m still upset, right?” You said carefully when the air was too light between you two.

“I know.” He nodded. “I can hear it in your voice.”

“But I also don’t want to hold onto this fight. So here’s an idea. Elektra’s out of the apartment today. You two finish whatever crusade you’re on. You make sure you don’t get yourself killed. She leaves New York and it’s all put to bed.”

“Consider it done.” He nodded. “And I know better than to get myself killed. I’ve got it too good to die.”

“Yeah because then I’m a widow and there’s not much life insurance to cash in on.” You joked as the lunch bell rang.

“I should get going.” He nodded before gently taking your hand. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you too.” You said softly as your students started filing in.

“OHMYGOD.” One of your students yelled and you closed your eyes tightly, quietly groaning in embarrassment. “IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?”

“Yes, Luna.” You said, feeling the blush across your cheeks. “This is Mr. Murdock and he’s leaving.”

You pulled Matt towards the door as he laughed. Your kids yelled questions that you tried to ignore until Matt stopped, pulling you to stop with him.

“It’s career week!” One of the boys yelled. More so a demand.

“I’m aware, Jack.” You nodded. “What does that have to do with this?”

“He’s not here to talk to us about lawyers?” The boy’s head cocked as he asked his question.

“That’s exactly why I’m here.” Matt grinned and you groaned again. “Let’s give Mrs. Murdock a break, right?”

“You’re so dead.” You threatened quietly with a laugh before heading back to your chair. 

“Okay, kids.” You announced. “He’s blind and can’t write. I’m not getting up. Take your own notes and keep your questions relevant to his career, okay?”

“Yes, Mrs. Murdock.” They all answered.

“All yours, Mr. Murdock.” You gestured before returning to grading and the personal questions started flying.

“How did you guys meet?!”

“What’s her favorite color?!”

“Did you see the wall?!” “He can’t see!”

“Are they always this rowdy?” He asked you with a slight laugh.

“You’re new and exciting.” You shrugged. “Take it as a compliment.”

[akaashislover1]

How I think the jjk guys would join you in the shower…..

Yuji Itadori, Choso Kamo, Megumi Fushiguro, Takuma Ino [EVERYONE IS AGED UP TO THE PROPER AGE]

Yuji Itadori

He probably would bang at the door(which you’d have locked for reasons to follow) pleading that he’d have to pee.

“Go use the bathroom downstairs!” You yelled over the running water. Funny how he suddenly had to pee as soon as you started the shower.

“Please, baby, I gotta piss if I take one more step I’m gonna wet my pants!” He frantically exclaimed, trying the door handle.

“No, you’ll just make me late. Again.”

It was quiet. No begging, knocking. Nothing.

You sighed as you reached behind the shower curtain to unlock the door.

“Quick, get in here before I change my mind.”

Choso Kamo

You had undressed and jumped into the shower, the hot water welcoming you in.

“I also have to have a shower before we go to.” Choso politely urged you.

You peeked your head out of the curtain and looked at him brushing his teeth.

“Why don’t you just get in here now?”

Choso coughed on a bit of toothpaste. His hair was slicked back by one of your makeup headbands.

His face was so flushed but pale at the same time.

“W-what?! But you’re in the-”

“Cho. We just had sex last night, why are you acting like you’ve never seen me before?” You laughed and choso felt his face turn red in embarrassment.

Suddenly you dragged him into the shower before he could even take off his boxers.

He had his eyes closed respectfully.

“How are you gonna wash me up if your eyes are closed?” You asked and he opened one eye at a time.

When you gave him a smile he started to relax.

He took a moment to take the view of you in.

His throat lumped up in a knot as you passed him the soap.

Maybe he should’ve started showering with you sooner.

Megumi Fushiguro

He probably would already be in the shower.

“Can I join you?” You would ask him as you peeked through the shower curtain.

Megumi let out a breathy chuckle as he made eye contact with you.

“No, all you’ll do is try to fool around. We gotta meet Itadori and Gojo in an hour.”

You gave your boyfriend a stare and a scoff in an attempt to make him feel bad for you.

It didn’t work until you began to speak.

“Fine I guess I’ll just to take a nice long shower. By myself. Good thing that one has got an amazing shower hea-”

“Get in here.”

Takuma Ino

“Hey, babe! Please come in here quick! Hurry! It’s an emergency!” You screamed from the shower.

A few seconds later you heard the quick rumble of his footsteps.

The door opened and revealed to Ino’s eyes you lying perfectly fine soaking in the tub.

“Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?” He asked out of breath.

You nodded your head no but a pout made its way to your face.

“The water is too cold without you.”

Ini rolled his eyes playfully,

“I can see the steam coming from the water, you liar.”

You shook your head no as Ino kept his eyes contact with you.

“Remember when I asked if you wanted to join me when I had a shower and you said no? Remember that babe?”

“This is different! It’s a bath. A shower is so quick and you hog all the water! Don’t you wanna soak with me?”

Ino gulped the nervous rock that was stuck in his throat as he thought about your bodies soaking in the tub.

Sighing, he answered, “Fine, but I am still offended from earlier.”

Woohoo!!🎉 I actually really like this one I think it’s pretty cute!!

Might make a part 2 with some other fine ass jjk men. 🩵🩵

Link to part 2💜

[tikosblogg]

Best friends.

Summary: y/n and Noah are bestfriends/house mates and y/n is an INNOCENT virgin, but she has been so horny for days, but can’t seem to satisfy the urge. So Noah offers his help.

Warning: guided masturbation, fingering, oral (f receiving), soft dom Noah, praise. Nothing crazy, actually kind of sweet, talk about growing up religious.

A/N: I’ve had this thought for DAYS. I finally decided to write it all out. Kind of short, sorry about that. Please enjoy!

“FUCK THIS” I groaned, pulling my hand out of underwear. I’ve been at this for an hour and half now. Nothing is working. My fingers, my brand new vibrator, porn. NOTHING is getting me off. Probably because I haven’t really done this before a week ago.

I am a 25 year old woman…and virgin. Now before you judge, it’s not all my fault. I grew up in a super religious family. Church every Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday. My parents were so extremely strict, I never had freedom. I was never able to do anything, or go anywhere. I never had friends, unless they were from church. Then there was the number one rule “NO BOYS.”

As soon as I turned 18, I fled that house. I went to college. I never went back. I don’t have a great relationship with my parents because of that. So as a result of growing up the way I did..even at college I didn’t really have the social skills to make friends, or meet any guys…

I just stuck to studying, and eventually graduated. Then I started working as a full time producers assistant. That’s how I met Noah. He was in the studio one week, working on some tracks. I was there the whole time. We talked a lot, got to know each other. We became great friends. I met the rest of the band, we got a long really well.

Now here we are 2 years later, I moved in with Noah and the guys. I ended becoming Noah’s personal assistant, and the rest is history. I groaned rolling over to check the time on my phone. 11:30pm. I sat up kicking my comforter off, and sliding out of my soaked panties making my way to the kitchen. The whole house is dark, and quiet.

The boys just got done with the tour, so all the guys went home to see their families. It’s just me, and Noah. He’s definitely probably passed out in bed by now. I padded across the cold tile, grabbing a cup from the cabinet. I filled it up with water, and hopped onto the kitchen island. I chugged the water down, placing the empty glass beside me. Dropping my face into my hands, I let out another sigh.

I couldn’t stop the tears of frustration from falling down my cheeks. I have all this pent up frustration that I can’t do anything about it. Probably because I have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t know why I didn’t start trying to get to know myself sooner. Growing up the way I did, and then going without as long as I did…I just never had the urge.

Ever since I moved in with Noah, I’ve experienced all these different feelings. Im not blind, Noah is my best friend, but he’s hot. Probably the sexiest man to walk this earth. Like when he walks through the house without a shirt on? It feels like my entire body is on fire. When he calls me sweetheart, angel? Instant butterflies. One time he hugged me, and his hands were just above the top of my ass and I almost lost my mind.

I continued to let silent sobs escape, until a soft voice made me freeze. “Angel?” My head shot up, looking towards the hallway. Noah stood there in his joggers, his hair a mess. He wore a concerned look on his face, as he walked over to me. “What’s going on sweetheart?” He cupped my cheeks in his hands, wiping my tears with his thumbs.

I shake my head, giving him a small smile. “It’s nothing Noah. I’m fine, I promise.” There is no way I’m telling him. Oh you know, just can’t make myself cum. So I decided to come in here and cry about it. “You’re obviously not fine. Please, tell me.” He spoke so softly. He readjusted to stand between my thighs. He was so close, I could feel my heart speed up, and my face flush. I’m not wearing panties. Noah and I have always been able to be honest with each other, but this is humiliating.

He knows I’m virgin, but the idea of telling him I can’t even get myself off is next level embarrassment. “Everything is okay. I’m just…” the words caught in my throat. One of his hands left my cheek, landing high up on my thigh. “Just what?..” His hand felt hot to the touch. I could feel my pussy throbbing. He has no idea what he does to me. God I really need to stop thinking about him this way. It doesn’t help when he’s the close to me.

I closed my eyes, letting out a soft sigh. Nuzzling deeper into his hand, I continued. “I’m just frustrated.” He lifted my face up towards his, sliding his hand up and down my thigh, in a comforting way. Only it didn’t feel too comforting. “Frustrated about wha-“ he stopped mid sentence, as I tried squeezing my thighs together only to be stopped by his body still standing between them.

I quickly squeezed my eyes shut in embarrassment. He eyes moved from my thighs, back to my closed lids with a stern look. I was caught. He is about to laugh in my face, and walk out. I slowly opened my eyes, to Noah’s looking straight at me. They looked two shades darker. I decided to try explain myself.

“I can’t….i tried to ..” I dropped my head in shame. I know I can trust him. I don’t know why this is so hard. He pulled me closer until my head was against his chest. “You tried to what?” His voice was just above a whisper, as he ran his fingers through the side of my hair. “I tried to..to touch myself and….” He nodded his head encouraging me to continue. “I’ve tried for a week straight, but it’s not working. I’m getting frustrated. I can’t take it anymore.”

I let out a loud sob shoving my face deeper in his chest, wishing I could shrink myself so small I’d disappear. I realize I’m probably being very dramatic, but I just don’t care anymore at this point. I’m going insane. After a few seconds of silence, Noah finally pulled away bringing us face to face. He wiped the rest of my tears before softly speaking. “What have you tried?”

I shook my head between his hands with a soft laugh. “Everything Noah. My toys, my hands. Nothing is working.” He stood silently, still watching me. Clearly battling himself with what he was gonna say next. “Y/n…I can help you…I mean if you me to.” My eyes widened into saucers. Help me? He wants to help me get myself off?

He noticed the panic on my face, quickly speaking up. “Only if you’re comfortable with it. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. I just wanna help you.” Before I could even give it a second thought, my head was already nodding yes. He gave me a soft reassuring smile, before helping me off the counter. “C’mon we’ll go to your room so you’re comfortable.”

I grabbed his hand that he held out for me, and quietly followed him back to my room. When we walked in, he led me straight to my bed. He climbed onto it, and settled up against the headboard patting the spot between his thighs. I hesitated before finally crawling on to the bed, and situated myself in front of him. He pulled me back against his chest, before placing my legs over each of his. Spreading mine apart as far as they could go.

“Okay, just relax angel. Show me what you’ve been doing.” His hushed voice was right by my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He reached around me, slowly pulling my shirt up. I felt his breath hitch when he realized I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I nodded my head, reaching down to play with my clit. After a few minutes some soft moans left my lips, but I still wasn’t getting anywhere with it.

I huffed, pulling my fingers away. “I can’t Noah…it doesn’t feel right.” He ran his hands down my thighs, putting his lips to shell of my ear. “You gotta focus on the feeling sweetheart.” I groaned at his gruff voice right in my ear. His hand was creeping closer, and closer to my soaked pussy. I bucked my hips up slightly, to finally get his fingers where I needed them most. But he kept them still.

I’m losing my patience, and I don’t care anymore. I need him to touch me. “You have to be turned on enough before touch yourself baby.” Baby….that did it. I finally grabbed his hand, sliding it a half an inch over to finally touch my poor neglected clit. “Please Noah…just please touch me…please make me cum.” I was a whining mess.

He groaned, when his fingers met my soaked cunt. “Fuck baby, you’re so fucking desperate for it huh?” I quickly nodded, letting out the most feral moan as he finally sunk a finger into me. “Oh my god Noah..” he pumped his finger a few more times, pulling out to softly rub my clit with the wetness leaking out of me. “You’re so fucking wet angel…what made you like this?”

He asked rubbing my clit with a little more pressure. I threw my head back onto his shoulder before moaning out. “You..fuck Noah you did.” He placed soft kisses against my neck, now shoving two fingers inside my pussy. “Yeah baby?” I whined at the slight stretch. I’ve never felt so good. He pumped them deep, crooking his fingers up, causing me to buck my hips at the amazing new feeling.

“You like when I do that baby?” He asked, doing it faster. I moaned nodding my head, not being able to get any words out. I jumped when a smack landed on the inside of my thigh. “Use your words angel.” I let out a breathy yes, as his other hand joined in rubbing my clit. “Oh fuck Noah please, don’t stop.” He pumped his fingers faster, while rubbing my clit, making me see stars.

“C’mon baby cum for me. Cum on my fingers.” That’s all it took, before I was screaming his name finally reaching my orgasm. His hand left my clit, before grabbing my jaw, and bringing my lips to his. We shared a heated, messy kiss while his fingers continued fucking me through my high. “Fuck you’re such a good girl y/n.”

He finally slid his fingers out of me, placing one more gentle kiss against my lips. “Fuck….thank you Noah.” He smiled, before shoving his fingers into his mouth. I watched in pure shock. That had to be the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. “You taste so sweet baby.” He gently pushed me forward, before turning me around shoving me down on my back.

“Noah what are you doing?” He hovered above me, before sliding down until he was face to face with my pussy. “You said you’ve been trying for a week…you can give me one more right?” I was speechless. He wants to eat me out? All I could do was nod my head, as he slowly lowered down until his tongue was on my now sensitive clit. “Oh fuck!” My hands went straight to hair, tugging it. He groaned against me, sending vibrations through my core.

He swirled his tongue in quick circles around my clit, before shoving it as deep inside me as he could fucking me with it. I bucked my hips, quite literally riding his face. He pulled it away, licking from my hole, back up to my clit. “Fuck Noah I’m gonna cum.” He pulled away replacing his tongue with his thumb, rubbing in achingly slow circles.

“Yeah? Are you gonna be good girl, and cum on my tongue this time?” I whined, nodding my head pulling his face back to my pussy. He ate me like a starved man, until I was coming apart for the second time tonight on his tongue. He pulled away, slumping down onto the bed beside me. We sat quietly, both breathing heavily. I looked over at Noah, and we both had goofy smiles on our faces.

I couldn’t help but notice the large bulge in his pants. Maybe I could learn another thing or two before the nights over, what are best friends for….right?

Part 2????

[tadashisdisaster]

𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐗 (𝐟𝐞𝐦)𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝟖 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

CWˏˋ°•*⁀➷    smut, fluff, college au, soft sex, mutual pinning, fingering, slight public sex, unprotected sex (keep it safe guys + reader is on pill, just not mentioned), hair pulling kink, size infatuation, shy reader, established relationship, dirty talk, rough sex

AN ~ In the mood to write about our lil squishy boi, I just can’t with how cute he is. I just wanna go nom nom🍡🐿️🤍

You never had to study so hard for a test before.

Finals were a few days away and you needed to pass or your mom would personally find a way to your dorm room and kick your ass. You groan at the thought, slumping your head on the open history book. Your head was throbbing, you were so stressed. When was the last time you drank water? 1 no 2 hours ago maybe?

You jolt up feeling a cold compress rest against your neck. You look up to see a smiling Jisung looking down at you. “Coffee?”

Jisung removes the drink and hands it to you. You give a small smile and a gentle, “Thanks…” before opening the can and continuing your work. He looks at you, astonished at how you could work so hard even when you were so visibly tired.

“Y/n, are you okay? You haven’t slept in like…” Jisung trails off counting the numbers of days on his fingers. “5 DAYS!” He shoves his hand in your face. “See!”  You push his hand down and continue to write notes on your iPad, while flipping through pages in your history text book and flash cards. “I’m fine Ji…” It was true, you hadn’t slept in days but not 5, at least you don’t think.

“I thought you came here to study with me.” Jisung scoots his chair away and raises his hands in front of his face. “Nah, I think i’m good. You know I hate studying.” Jisung looks at your tired face as your eyes droop and you frown.  He scoots closer to you and rests his arm on the back of your chair. “Well, maybe I could study for a little while…” he kisses your cheek and grabs a pencil from your pencil pouch and pulls out his note book.

1 hour later 

Jisung had his head slung back and the pencil between his upper-lip and nose. You take a momentary brake, stretching your arms and legs. You stand up raising your arms in the air. It felt good to stretch your aching bones. Jisung pulls you into his lap. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, planting soft kisses trailing up to your ear.

“Jisung…” you almost whisper. His cock twitches in his pants making him buck up into your ass. You slowly climb off of his lap making you way back to your chair. “Not now Ji, not when I have so much-” you shiver at his touch making its way up your leg.

“So much what?” Jisung said moving closer to where you sat, teasing his way up your leg, eventually finding his way to your soaked underwear. “So wet and ready for me, huh baby?”

You whimper as he rubs slow circles on your throbbing clit. “P-please…” Jisung slides 2 fingers through your folds, glad you had chosen to wear a skirt with no shorts. “Nothing but a skimpy pair of underwear? Whose attention were you trying to catch?” He scoffs while sliding his long digits in and out of your pussy, his speed increasing as your grip on his shirt sleeve tightened.

You clench around his fingers signaling that you were close. Jisung pulled out and licked his fingers clean. You puff as a single tear rolled down your face. “I thought you said, you were busy. What do you want baby?” His half lidded eyes focused on your quivering bottom lip making you shutter under his intense gaze.

“I-I want you sungie…” you practically whisper against his lips. Jisung groans, “Let’s go home,” Jisung grips the plush of your thigh. “Now.” You nod your head and quickly pack your things. You grab his hand in yours and walk towards the exit, giving the old librarian a small bow on you way out of the library.

The two of you walk to your shared apartment sneaking glances at each other both growing hot and bothered as more and more time passed. “Why didn’t I take the car…?” You chuckle at the cute pout on his face and peck his cheek. You let go of his hand and run away.

“HEY! NO FAIR!” You laugh and turn around to look at your boyfriend trying to catch up with you. “YOU’RE SO SLOW!” you shout back. “OH YEAH!?” 

“S-slow down Sungie-” 

Your breath hitches as his hips snap back into yours. Shiny beads of sweat ran down his temple as hair stuck to his forehead. Your fingers were tangled in his soft locks pulling whenever he bucked back into your tight cunt.

“Fuck y/n…” jisung hisses as you pull his hair. You feel his cock twitch inside of you making you clench around him. You give a lazy laugh as you eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You let your hands drop to each side of your head. You looked so small and venerable, almost like a “Bunny? You still with me?” You moan in response. Jisung smirks “Fucked my little bunny dumb huh? My little cock sleeve. You like being my little cock sleeve baby?”

You nod your head not really comprehending what your boyfriend was saying at the moment. Jisung interlocked his fingers through yours and pinned them above your head, relentlessly pounding into your poor abused hole.

“CUMMING!” was all you could say as your legs locked him into place, keeping him from really moving. With one hand, Jisung took your ankle and hooked it over his shoulder. “Cum for me yeah?”  Thats all it took for you to get knocked over the edge. You bite you hand and the overstimulation from his cock drilling into your tight cunny. “s’too much Ji…” tears runs down the side of your face as your legs quiver.

Jisung nips and sucks at your neck, as you claw at his back. “Fuck, gonna cum baby. Right in this little pussy. Want that huh?” You nod you head for the second time that night. He loved seeing you in this sate. To him you looked so beautiful.

Jisung dumps his load deep in your cunt. You hum at how full you felt. Jisung slowly pumps in and out of you 3 more times before pulling out. He plops right next to you, breath a little ragged. Pulling you close he kisses your face, “I. Love. You.” He says between kisses. You giggle and close your eyes.

“I love you too sungie!” You wrap your arms around your boyfriends torso and snuggle deep into his chest, falling asleep a little bit after. Jisung reaches over to the night stand to turn off the light. He hums and strokes your hair.

“My pretty baby. I think I love you more than you think.” With that he closes his eyes, a small blush creeping across his cheeks. 

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to ashes, admission

Clint Barton x F!Reader

To Ashes, Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Summary: two months after the attack on fisk tower, you’re still struggling to move on from what you’ve done. clint has continued on with his personal mission, but he can’t keep his worry for you to himself any longer.

Warnings: angst, softness, mentions of vomiting.

Word Count: 2,341

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Days Since the Decimation: One Year, Three Hundred and Five Days

“We’re going out.”

You jumped at the sound of his voice, looking up from the few dishes soaking in the sink. The water was cool against your hands as you let them hang limply in the sink, but you could still feel them sting from what had previously been almost scalding temperatures. You realized that you had no idea how long you’d been standing there.

Clint was standing in the kitchen doorway to your left, his hand clenching and unclenching by his side. You were sure he didn’t even realize he was doing it, but it was a gesture you’d long since recognized as a sign that he was agitated, frustrated at being stuck idle in close quarters. Odd, since he’d been out until sunrise almost every night in the two months since you’d arrived in Moscow.

He cleared his throat when you didn’t answer. “Y/N.”

“I’m fine.”

He gave you a pointed look; you could see it out of the corner of your eye. ‘I’m fine’ had become your automatic response, a knee-jerk reaction. “I didn’t ask.”

“Oh.”

“We’re going out.”

“I’ve got work to do here,” you said, busying yourself with the dishes again. The two of you had taken up residence in an abandoned flat in what used to be one of the low-income neighbourhoods of Moscow. The area had, for the most part, been deserted as the people who had survived the Decimation had been shepherded by the Russian government closer to the city’s centre in a bid to reduce the strain on the police force still recovering from significantly lowered numbers.

Most citizens had taken it as an opportunity to upgrade into better homes, and for the most part, it was just the two of you. Still, some had stubbornly remained, and criminal groups had decided to use the now-empty buildings as a chance to expand their bases of operations.

Either way, it was quiet. And you didn’t leave the flat very often.

“The dishes can wait,” he said patiently. A little too gently.

You swallowed the painful knot suddenly lodged in your throat.

*              *              *

“The news is saying it was some kind of concussion grenade that blew out the windows,” Clint said as you finally stepped out of the bathroom. The two decade-old alarm clock still plugged in by the bed told you you’d been in there for hours, and maybe only Clint knew how long you’d been in his arms.

He’d sat with you until your entire body had felt numb with the cold, never stopping those same whispered comforts despite the way you heard his voice tremble as he shivered. You hadn’t even heard most of it, the words drowned out by the pounding of water against the tiles and your own sobs wracking through your chest, but the smooth, soft tenor of his voice had been enough to slowly calm you.

Eventually, you’d just sat there in silence, curled up in his arms, your body aching but still unwilling to let go. You’d reached up to turn off the tap above you, and you’d felt his lips brush against your hair one last time before he’d finally stood again.

He’d set a pair of sweats and a tee shirt from your bag on the bathroom sink before leaving you to get dressed in private, and his own now-soaked clothes were in a pile in the corner, slowly spreading a wet stain across the carpet. You could feel your hair soaking through the back of your shirt.

He’d redressed in sweats, and he held out a hoodie – one of his you realized dimly – and you took it silently. Your hands were shaking. He had to have seen it.

“Your work with the cameras means no one has any idea it was us. At least on a local level.”

A compliment on your pseudo-spy work would have ordinarily thrilled you, but now, it felt hollow. And you took the meaning of his addendum. Local police might be satisfied with the story they’d come up with, but certain members of the Avengers might poke holes in the story if they showed the damage on the news. They’d seen what you could do enough times that they could tell the difference between a concussion grenade and the aftermath of one of your rogue shields.

You nodded, pulling on the jacket numbly and zipping it up with trembling fingers. The skin of your cheeks felt tight, your back aching from sitting on the hard tile for so long. Your voice came out hoarsely. Worn. “So, what are you going to do?”

Clint sighed, running his hand through his hair. You wrapped your arms around your middle, fingers curling in the soft fabric of your sleeves. “We’ll do what we planned; I’ve got flights organized. We won’t be able to take all your meds with us, but we can take a bottle each, and that should—”

“You’re still taking me with you?” you asked, finally meeting his eye.

He gave you a small smile. His expression was soft, almost touching on amusement at your surprise. “We’re partners, aren’t we?”

*              *              *

“Why’d you bring me here, Clint?” you asked, your hands wrapped around the mug in front of you despite your untouched coffee. Clint had ordered it without asking what you wanted.

The two of you were tucked away in a small café closer to Moscow proper. The noise of customer chatter and the clink of china against china was enough to set you on edge in your self-imposed isolation, and you sank further back against the wall beside you as a waitress passed.

“You needed a break,” he replied, pushing his fork through the stew and potatoes on his plate. The two of you had been sitting in silence since you arrived, but he seemed unsurprised by your sudden question. He reached across the table to take a piece of dense black bread from the plate beside you, mopping it through the sauce on the side of his plate before taking a bite.

He’d also ordered you a plate of syrniki – little pancakes drizzled in honey – but they were untouched. The delicate scent of them teased at your senses, but your anxiety made your stomach churn. You pushed the plate further away from you.

“That’s not what I meant.”

Clint met your eyes from under his brow, taking the time to eat another mouthful, before casually replying. “I know what you meant.”

*              *              *

“We can’t take the cash,” Clint explained, handing you your duffle bag before shouldering his own. It felt light, but then, you hadn’t brought a lot with you to begin with. He held out a small key, a ID tag hanging from it. “It’s in a bus locker downtown. Tony gave you the money, not me.”

You nodded, tucking the key into the pocket of your hoodie. “When do we leave?"

“A few hours. We should go now…” he glanced towards the window; a habit built into his brain by years as a spy. “We’ve got to fly commercial – anyone I have who could get us out of the country privately would be on ‘Tasha’s radar.”

*              *              *

You didn’t say anything, waiting for him to speak again. He ignored you and continued eating, his expression playing on innocent as he met your eye again.

“Clint.”

He nodded pointedly down to the food in front of you, and you sighed, sinking back in your seat. When his expression didn’t change, you rolled your eyes, picking up one of the pancakes. You held it up dramatically before taking a bite. You chewed, swallowed, and threw it back on the plate. “There. Happy?”

“Starting to be.” he replied, unamused. “You need to eat, Y/N.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“No?” At this point you were starting to think he was eating so much just to prove a point. He’d spent months eating only when you brought him something, and even then, you’d find half of it in the trash more often than not. He pushed the plate back towards you. “What was the last thing you ate?”

“I…” you couldn’t remember. “You made me that sandwich.”

Clint set his fork down. “Y/N, that was two days ago.”

*              *              *

Shock. Fear. Horror. And that sound, that sickening, hollow sound of bones cracking and skin splitting as they were crushed under the force of—

You woke with a start, bile rising in your throat as the memory of it clung to the inside of your skull. Throwing the blankets off of yourself, you managed to stumble into the bathroom and fall in front of the toilet before heaving up bile.

“You’re having headaches again,” Clint’s voice sounded quietly behind you, and you closed your eyes, reaching up to flush the toilet. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you filled the cup by the basin with cold water, avoiding his eye as you stepped past him and returned to your bed.

“Y/N.”

You sat cross-legged on the mattress, pulling the blankets back up over your lap. The room was dark, curtains drawn stubbornly against the morning’s first light. You shivered; Russian winters were less forgiving than what you were used to, even now that spring was only a few weeks away. “You were supposed to wake me before you left.”

“You needed the rest,” Clint replied, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. He was still dressed in his Ronin uniform, his mask, hood and gloves gone. The faint but familiar scent of sweat and blood hung around him, and he looked tired, older, in the low light. “You haven’t been sleeping.”

The sound… the looks on their faces when you—

“I’m fine.”

“You’re having the migraines again.”

“No, I’m—”

Clint nodded to the bedside table, still littered with the collection of pain killers you’d pilfered from abandoned apartments. Heat flooded your face as you realized you’d forgotten to stash them away again, and you opened the drawer, sliding the lot of them off the tabletop and closing it again with a snap. “I’m fine, Barton.”

“Yeah? You had a nosebleed yesterday, and I know you’re running out of your prescription.”

“How would you know—”

He tossed something gently to you. You caught it automatically, turning it over in your hands. Your prescription bottle, light now that only a few pills remained. You hadn’t been able to bring much at all thanks to customs; the rest of your stockpile was tucked away in the same bus locker as the cash.

“When was the last time you released it?”

“It’s…” Your gaze remained in your lap, your fingers picking at the bottle’s label. “It’s been a while.”

Clint sighed. “Y/N…”

“I’m not doing it, Clint. I can’t.”

He shifted closer to you, turning to face you properly. “You’re going to get yourself killed, Y/N.”

Better you than someone else.

His face came into clearer focus in the dim and your response died on your lips as you noticed the dried blood on the side of his face. You moved automatically, reaching out to touch concerned fingertips to his cheek. There was a cut, a couple of inches long, by his brow. “Clint, you’re bleeding!”

He smiled, the expression one of rueful amusement. He covered your hand with his, fingers curling around your own. “Figures you’d ignore what’s going on with you but panic at little bit of blood from me.” He pulled your hand away gently. “I’m okay. It’s just a little nick.”

*              *              *

“Clint… why did you bring me here?” you asked again. “Why did you bring me to Russia with you?”

Clint didn’t meet your eye, poking his fork through the last of his meal. “You know why.”

“Because we had a plan?” you said sceptically, setting your coffee mug down on the table. “Clint, I blew it back there. We’re lucky Steve and Natasha didn’t track us down at the airport after the… after what I did. I’m not even doing my job anymore. You saw me afterwards… I’m not…”

You swallowed back the tears lodged in your throat. “Clint, if this is some sense of obligation—”

“It’s not.” he said immediately, meeting your eye. There was a kind of guarded sincerity in his gaze; he was certain. About you. He set his cutlery aside.

“I’m not okay, Clint.” you said, eyes closing for a moment as you steadied yourself. You could feel a tear lingering at your waterline, threatening to fall against your cheek. “So, if you—”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“I can’t even—”

“I need you, Y/N.” Clint said, his voice soft with his admission. Still, the words… his tone… made you stop, your fingers freezing where they’d been twisting together in your lap. “I need you here. You’re the only…”

Clint exhaled, looking up and shaking his head. It was as though he was annoyed with himself. Or maybe that actually he had to speak the words out loud.

“You’re the only thing keeping me sane, Y/N. I can’t do this without you.”

Your lips parted as you tried to find a reply. “Clint… I’ve seen you take out rooms of men without—”

“I’m not talking about the…” Clint sighed, and you felt your ribs tighten around your heart as you saw tears well in his eyes. “I can’t… I can’t do any of it without you. Every day, I wake up and my family is still gone and you’re the only thing I’ve got that I—”

His words washed over you, and you pressed your lips together as you steadied yourself. Wordlessly, you picked up another one of the syrniki, popping it into your mouth.

A small, amused smile touched the corner of Clint’s lips despite himself as he noticed, and he breathed a soft chuckle as you chewed and swallowed, reaching for another. “Thank you, Y/N.”

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How do you apply scalp oil? There's lots of different advice online and I feel confused :(

You’re right, different people say different things about scalp oiling, and I don’t think there’s any one ‘correct’ way of going about it. Applying herbal oils and tinctures to the scalp is a practice found in many different cultures, and I think what has happened is that somewhere along the line, approaches have been conflated and confused. This is the method I personally use, and I apply oil to my scalp twice a week before washing for best results.

I detangle my hair, and then brush it through for a few minutes with a boar-bristle brush to distribute my scalp’s natural oils. I was always told not to brush my hair after the oil has been applied, so I brush thoroughly beforehand and then leave it well alone. I also take this opportunity to massage my scalp for a good 5 minutes or longer, using just my hands and a firm pressure.

I take a small amount of my scalp oil and warm it up to a gentle temperature on the stove—you want it to be very warm, but not so hot that you can’t touch it. Let it cool down for a little while if necessary. I pour the oil into an oil applicator: you can buy lots of different types, from simple droppers to combs that massage and use light therapy alongside distributing oil. I use a small plastic oil applicator, like the one shown in this video, and it allows me to manually massage my scalp as I apply the oil precisely. It’s important, I think, to use an applicator of some kind instead of only your hands, because too much oil can be difficult to wash out and overwhelm your scalp, in my experience. I apply the oil all over my scalp, working section by section and parting my hair to allow every part to be treated. You want your scalp to be lightly and entirely covered in oil, but not soaked in any way, and the rest of your hair shouldn’t be overly greasy.

I wash my hands, twist up the rest of my hair and clip it firmly, and then wrap my head in clingfilm. I was told to do this so that the oil can’t attract bacteria to the scalp, and I’m not sure whether it’s actually scientifically proven or anything but I do it and it works well. It also allows for the oil to stay warm for longer and steam a little bit. Then I like to cover my head with a hot cap (I used to just use a microwavable one, but I bought a proper salon-type 2-in-1 steamer recently, so I use that now) and let the oil do its thing for a while—I personally aim for at least 30 minutes and no longer than 4 hours, but generally I hit 1–2 hours. If I need to multitask and be up and about while the oil is on, then I skip the steam cap and instead just put on a warm woolly hat (that I don’t mind smelling strongly of herbal oil!) over the top of the clingfilm.

To wash everything out, I use cold water, a scalp scrub, and shampoo my scalp 3 times, rinsing properly each time. I make sure that I’m properly scrubbing my scalp with my fingertips and that everything is being thoroughly washed and rinsed. Then, I can carry on with the rest of my washday routine. I’ve never had a problem with my hair staying oily after washing out the scalp oil, and I have very fine hair that clings onto oil quite easily, so I think this is a good method. The main thing is not to apply too much oil in the first place, and then wash it out with a proper technique and good products.

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Any morsel of a drabble of my love, Hades Din?

A/N: Hades!Din Djarin x Persephone!Reader. Based off these two pieces (1 and 2). Mentions of hair. Smut. Pretty sure the concept of Persephone being a fertility goddess is all from Lore Olympus.

Hades is in a mood when he returns from battle. There have been continuous wars due to the splintering factions between titans and gods. For once, she is grateful to be in the Underworld. Hecate has told her of the chaos above ground. The humans who have become collateral damage. Earthquakes and great fires and tidal waves. Helios has missed numerous dawns. Crops have died. Famine. Plague.

Persephone had asked if she could help and Hades had forbidden it. “I won’t have you up there,” he growled - his voice achingly cold through his helm. “You’re a fertility goddess. You’d be taken from me the second I let you out.”

“But - my mother -”

“She’s fine,” he interrupted. “She would agree with me when it comes to your safety."

That had been it. The argument had fizzled out almost instantly under the frigid bark of his tone. She barely saw him anymore since the Underworld was shuddering under the explosion of new death. The Styx was overflowing. The water shimmered with wave after wave of silver coins. Entire villages were being wiped out and it was nearly impossible for Hades to manage both his duty and his commitment to the war effort. It was up to Hecate and his other servants to handle the rest. They were drowning in work, while also desperately trying not to invoke Hades's wrath. They did not want to piss him off more than he already was.

Persephone hadn't been sure what to do - how could she offer anything when she was a fertility goddess? Her powers were useless when it came to the dead.

She startles when the ceiling above her trembles. He's home. Dust and rock shower the floor, crack against the great stone table where another cold dinner awaits. She doubts Hades will eat tonight. He never stays.

When he storms into the dining room, she turns to greet him. His cape is soaked in ichor - sparkling like gold paint under the low blue flames that eternally burn from the torches against the walls. His helmet and cuirass are just as splattered. He has never looked larger to Persephone.

“Hades,” she murmurs and he stops. He whirls around to face her, seemingly taken aback at her presence. 

“Kore,” he replies. He shifts in place before he glances down at himself - just realizing that he is coated in blood and other things. His helmet tilts back. “Are you well?” 

She nods, her fingers curling into the fabric of her dress. “Will you eat?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t - I don’t have time tonight.” It's the same answer as before and, still, she does not know how to reply. She cannot ask him about the war because it’s apparent that he doesn’t want to corrupt her with the violence of it. 

“I understand,” she finally offers.

He looks at her again and, despite the helmet, she can read him. He wants to say something else. He lifts his hand before tucking it back against him. “I’m sorry,” he exhales before brushing past her, his boots heavy on the stone floor.

***

She’s nervous tonight. She has covered an entire room with aconite - the bell-like purple-blue flowers are as poisonous as they are lovely. Hecate had offered to take them above - to use them in the fight, which pleases Persephone - makes her feel less useless. 

She chews on her lower lip as she listens for Hades. He’d gone to his room an hour ago and had not yet left it. She’d been plotting, winding clay-red anemones in her hair, twining ivy around her wrists as she grows clover for her bumblebees. 

Hades had gifted her a box from Helios. A tiny pocket of sun that she uses to fill her rooms with light and warmth. It feeds her plants and flowers. It feeds her skin, nurturing her blood and soothing the anxiety that has embedded itself deep within her. 

She could have kissed him for the box. Of course, his helmet wouldn’t allow that, but she did hug him fiercely, which caused him to stutter and rush off to his room much to Hecate’s amusement. 

Why did he leave?

Because he’s terribly affected by you. 

And she was by him, but she'd never say that. Not out loud.

Persephone counts to a hundred - a thousand. Hades’s room remains silent and  

Just go. Just knock. 

Perhaps - it is foolish of her to do it. Perhaps, she cannot forget the time that he had pleasured her so well, she’d soaked him. He’d saved her life. It was only fair that she return the favor in some small way. She wants to give him something, ease his stress. 

She smooths her lavender gown and goes to him.

***

“Persephone?” he greets her - surprised. 

“Can - can I come in?”

He hesitates for a moment, his helmet still and sharp and pointed at her. The Beskar burns bright - even against the shadows that envelope the room behind him. The light is gloomy here - blue-gray like the ghosts that churn and sway in the Styx. He finally steps back, opening the door wider for her.

She’d never been in here before and it’s much more luxurious than she had initially pictured it. The bed looks soft. There are dark curtains the color of midnight. There’s limestone columns. There are woven tapestries full of old legends - full of his stories and other gods. He cocks his head as he watches her take it all in. 

“Is it not how you pictured it?”

“Not at all,” she confirms, unable to look away from tapestry depicting the three fates. It’s nearly lifelike. Their horrific faces flicker and grin, following her as she moves. She’s certain it was woven by an immortal.  

“Athena,” he tells her as if he knew the question was on her tongue.

Persephone finds that surprising. “I didn’t know she was…” She’s uncertain what word to even use. “I didn’t know she was your friend?” She finishes lamely. 

Hades chuckles and it’s deep and rough. It feel as if it rasps across her cheek though he is feet away from her. “Athena is smart enough to make allies with the gods she knows hold the power.”

She’d call him out for his arrogance, but he’s not wrong. His voice is completely sincere. Maybe a little wry at Athena’s strategy, but sincere all the same. It’s just a fact. Zeus had made a mistake taking Olympus when the Underworld carried the riches. It was an unspoken truth that Hades exceeded him in power.

"I'd hope she was smart enough," she quips. Athena had blessed her as a baby - her grey-green eyes the color of a storm-tossed sea. Brilliant. Endless.

They settle into a comfortable silence as she studies the other tapestries - the scrolls that smell of the woods. She missed the woods. She missed the air itself.

Hades clears his throat. “Did you need something?”

She blinks at him. Her plan had completely flitted from her mind the second she’d stepped into his room.  Yes. Yes. I did need something.

“I-,” Her eyes rake down his massive form - her tongue cottony with a nervousness she didn’t think she was capable of. His armor shines. The ichor washed away. Sweat collects along her brow - across her palms. Her heart picks up and Hades suddenly advances on her.

“What’s the matter?” His helmet tilts down to search her body, her face. “Your heart is beating so quickly.”

She swallows. “I-I wanted to do something for you - to - to ease your stress.”

He freezes and she can almost read his confusion through the steel of his helmet. She rests her palms on his chest - the cuirass shockingly cold, but she doesn't flinch. “I wanted to help you like you helped me all those months ago.”

It’s true that they had circled around each other ever since. The war had begun not a week later and there just hadn’t been time to talk about the fact that he had touched her the way he had.

He is silent for a few minutes before he grips her wrists gently. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.”

He audibly inhales - perhaps, shocked that she should want him - instigate this tryst. She had missed the pleasure he had given her. She had gone night after night thinking of it, the place between her legs echoing raw and open and in need of him. She felt empty - painfully empty. She'd fuck herself on her own fingers and it still isn’t enough. 

“I-I don’t reveal my face,” he reminds, sounding almost regretful. “It’s - it’s a rule.” She nods. She’d known this though it frustrates her not to see him. She was certain he was handsome. She had glimpsed it in flashes when he’d licked his fingers after they’d been inside her - when he’d carried her and she could peek beneath his helmet. 

“Then turn out the lights,” she smiles.

***

Oh…oh 

In the dark, he is not what she expected. He is blood-hot. She can feel him - the strong build of his muscles - the solid weight of his chest as it crushes her own. He tastes her between her legs - his mouth latched to her cunt - warm and wet and unforgiving as it laps and suckles. He plays her like a lyre, plucking at the peak of her sex - curling his fingers deep.

When she kisses him, she savors herself. The salt of it - the lush secret of fruit or blooming flowers. “Spring,” he remarks in awe as he rocks against her. “You taste like Spring.”

He is gentle as a tamed cat - though a panther would be more apt. He purrs as she slips her lips across his jaw - his beard - the vulnerable line of his throat. Her fingertips trace the scars that wrap around his muscular shoulders – the surface of his broad chest. “Did it hurt?” she asks.

“Extremely,” he replies before crushing their mouths together, his fingers knotted in her hair until it stings. He parts her thighs wider, hitching her leg up over his hip. She can feel how searing hot his cock is - how large and thick and heavy as it bobs against her. 

“Are you sure?” He is sawing his hips, the length of him parting her folds in the act of a fuck. It nudges against the bead of her clit and she arches, digging her knees into his tapered waist. 

“Please,” she begs and the next time he draws his hips back, he snaps forwards, breaching her in one slow stroke. Her nails bite into his shoulders, her head tipping back as his tongue muffles the gasp from her lips. He makes a low, feral noise that vibrates through his frame as he fists a hand into her hair to hold her still. He nips her earlobe, his voice indulgent and ragged. “Good girl,” he coaxes as he pulls back again before driving forward, sliding into her until he’s fully seated. 

She cries out, reinforcing her grip on him. It’s too much. The pressure. The way her cunt flowers around his shaft - stretching and spreading as he makes room for himself. He peppers kisses across her face, sneaks a hand between them to rub her clit until she begins to grow wetter. His thrusts are slow and deliberate. She grows feverish at the sound of him entering her - the lewd slap of flesh and the liquid-suck of her taking his cock to the hilt again and again. 

She longs to see his face and perhaps he senses this because the hand between her legs disappears to snatch her wrist. He forces her hand palm up - spreading her fingers and guiding them to his cheeks - the hump of his nose - the furrow of his brow. She can feel how the tangle of his features are wrecked with pleasure. She can’t get enough - exploring every part of him with her fingertips. She savors his thick, curling hair. His scratchy beard. She massages the line of his jaw and his cheekbones and his firm neck.

“Kore,” he murmurs and it’s so full of adoration that she breaks against him. She clings to the muscles at the backs of his arms - their hips rolling together - their rhythm in sync. She doesn’t want him to leave her again. Pleasure swirls in her belly - her sex bears down upon him - tightening to a knot as she clenches around the fat of his cock. 

She can feel it inside her - growing big, twitching and pulsing. It shapes her cunt - her core - the depth of her womb. It brands her - making her his (as if she already wasn't - as if she could deny it). He kisses her face - her temple - he drops his face into the damp flesh of her throat where he licks and bites. He’s shuddering - body heaving above her own as he pins her down with the last few thrusts he can offer.

“Let go, my king,” she entreats, holding Hades against her. He groans - fucking into her so hard the bed creaks - his powers turning the shadows blue and pale. There is the soft brush of flames - the sigh of the dead. He whispers her name as he fills her - as he unloads all the weight he's been carrying for weeks or months or eons. He slips down her body once more, wedging himself between her thighs to drink from her. He speaks of worship. He speaks of her altar and his offerings and gifts and fealty.

When she reaches down to fist his hair, she feels the satin-plush of flowers threaded through his curls.

[skyeeeesworld]

Calmness of the rain

Pairing : Scaramouche x reader

Gender of reader : ambiguous, not mentioned

Genre : Fluff, (another) Modern AU, Established relationship

CW : None, just the use of Scaramouche's real name! So spoilers for that!

Word count : 978

Not proofread! Apologies for any mistakes! I will edit when I feel bothered!

A/N : Just procrastinating from writing Xiao Can't Communicate hehe... Listen to rain sounds while reading this, it'll set the scene~ or don't ^u^ this also took 2 hours to write... A tiktok with rain in it inspired me

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You let out a quiet huff as you looked up at the cloudy dark night sky, rain pouring heavily down on your clear umbrella and the now soaking pavement beneath you. The streets of Inazuma city were void of people, street lights were on and no cars roaring to life as they were still silently sitting on the side of the road. You adjusted the plastic white bag full of snacks and drinks in your left hand while you held your umbrella loosely with the other. The rain was unexpected, though not unwelcome as the calming downpour seemed to relax you after a stressful day. 

If it were every other day, or night, you’d be rushing home to your apartment to turn on the kettle for your ramen in a cup with a glass of your favourite beverage. But tonight, you felt like you could take it easy on the way back home. It wasn’t that cold tonight, only being mid spring and eight o’clock in the evening, but cold enough to wear a loose jacket. 

You mosey on down the street with the amber street lamps illuminating your path, there was a slight bounce in your step as you thought of many ways to describe the rain with a content sigh. Gentle, pattering, soothing, excessive, pelting... Soaking... 

A soaking Kunikuzushi was what you spotted from under the shelter of a closed shop while muttering profanities under his breath as he tried to wring out the rain water from oversize black shirt that had some band logo on. His matching colour loose calf length shorts were equally wet which was sticking to his legs. Were those sandals?  

To be fair, it was hot and sunny in the morning so you couldn’t blame him for his outfit choice. 

“Well look at you.” You snickered, catching the angry man off guard. His indigo blue eyes widening and snapped onto your completely dry form. Something that he wished was right now instead of being caught in the rain after work. “You’re wet through.” You state the obvious. 

Kunikuzushi rolled his eyes and scoffed, “No actually, I’m completely dry, thank you very much.” He flicked some of his dripping wet hair from his eyes while huffing out a string of unpleasant words about how he was soaked to the bone.  

You gave him a nudge to get his attention back on yourself and earning a half-hearted glare. “Come to my place and we can dry you off.” And just as he was about to protest about not needing help, you reminded him, “Do you want to freeze? You’re shaking.” 

Your boyfriend huffed once again and complied, muttering a small ‘fine’. 

And with that, the both of you continued the journey down the street your apartment block with Kuni under the umbrella with you. The relaxing rain wasn’t completely ruined when Kunikuzushi around, only him mumbling more profanities and complaining about the rain. You wished to shut him up, but you’d only get more complaints. 

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Once entering through your apartment door, you slid your shoes off and told Kunikuzushi to wait while you get a towel to dry him off. When you returned, you began drying his hair gently; making sure to not let it drop any more water. You then began rubbing his arms and neck dry as well as briefly dabbing his face with the towel. 

“You know I can do this myself, right?” Kuni reminded you softly with a small pout, feeling a little bit happier now that he was inside a warm home. His face began heating up as you made sure he wouldn’t trail water in your home. If you looked at him, he would avoid eye contact and act like he wasn’t bothered. 

You gave him a shrug, giving him a loving smile. Yes, he was a pain in the ass, but that didn’t stop you from taking care of him and making sure he wouldn’t get sick. (That wasn’t partly because of the promise you made to his mother, but because you genuinely love this moody, stone in the shoe human). “Yeah, but I want to do it. Is that not okay? I can stop.” You teased playfully, pulling on the softness of his rosy cheeks – which got you a whine and a protest. 

“That’s not what I said.” Kuni pouted, taking a hold of your wrist gently that was pinching his face and instead let you cup his face carefully. Albeit being damp and still a bit cold, Kunikuzushi enjoyed soft moment like these where he doesn’t have to worry about work or stress or anything. Instead, he could just focus on you. Just you and your comforting hugs. Your light kisses. Your annoying teases. Your warmth. Your so, totally, very (not) annoying voice which he claims to find irksome. Don’t tell him otherwise. He’ll deny the fact that he could listen to your voice for hours on end.  

And don’t tell him about that blush on his cheeks and his lovey-dovey eyes he always gives you, while watching you finish drying him up. He’ll call you delusional and that you’re seeing things. 

Though, he wouldn’t deny when you call him out when you always hear him say ‘I love you’ every night over the phone or sharing a bed when he thinks you’re asleep. Because why lie when he truly does love you? He doesn’t want you to feel like he doesn’t care and leave you all by yourself like his mother did when he was small (he understands that she was depressed because she lost her sister – his aunt – but it still hurt). 

“Let’s run you a bath. Then we can have ramen. Sound good?” You gave him a peck on the forehead before dropping your hands back down to your side; not missing the way Kuni pouted at the lost of contact. 

Kunikuzushi nodded, “Yeah. Let’s do that.” 

[hotchnerxo]

Under the Same Roof: Chapter 1

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader Words: 1.8k Summary: Thank you to your friend Penelope Garcia's recommendation, you have moved to Quantico, Virginia to get a fresh start. Starting new is always rough when you know no one in the city, but Penny has made it her life mission to help you make new friends. And having an attractive neighbor sure doesn't hurt. Warning: None that I can think of A/N: AND THEY WERE NEIGHBORS trope has been living rent free in my brain for weeks now, so I thought I'd give it a try.

Chapter 1.

“Just leave the boxes wherever you can, I just want everything inside before it rains” you instruct the movers carrying the last few boxes inside your new apartment. It’s been a long day and you just wish for it to be over. You’re both excited and exhausted by the day, it is a new beginning, but being in a new city you don’t know and living on your own for the first time ever is pretty intimidating.

Since you moved out of your parents’ house, you’ve always had at least one roommate with you, for a few years you had 3 at a time. But the past 2 years you had lived with your now-ex-boyfriend, until it came crashing down a couple of months ago. And now you’re here by your friend’s recommendation. Strange.

After a couple of more trips down stairs, everything was inside. Perfect timing as it had just started raining. You thank all the helpers profoundly and tip them generously before you finally get to close your front door. You look around the apartment and can’t help but think how strange it is being in total silence. Only the biggest furniture had found their places, everything else was scattered everywhere in boxes and bags and more boxes.

As you go to your phone in order to put on some tunes, your friend texts you, asking if you want some help unboxing. How could you say no, especially since she said she’d bring take out with her. She promised to be over in an hour, so you decide to go ahead and empty a few boxes while you wait.

You’re filling up the kitchen cabinets with glasses as your doorbell rings. Finding your way to the door from the labyrinth of stuff on your way, you hear talking behind the door and recognize one of the voices being your friend.

“Oh it’s fine. I just forgot to check the forecast before going for a run” you hear a man’s voice echoing in the hallway. “Jack’s gonna get a kick out of it, so I’ll be alright”. You open the door to find your dear friend Penelope standing there with a bag of food in one hand and on the other a bright yellow umbrella dripping water all over the floor. You notice wet footprints going past your door to the left and peek in the same direction.

A tall man with wet black hair was about to turn his keys in the lock of his own apartment next to yours. He had a black t-shirt on, soaked as well. It was basically glued to his body, highlighting every muscle of his back and arms. He had black sweatpants on that made his butt look good, you couldn’t help but notice.

“There you are!” Penelope exclaimed as you had barely gotten the door open. “I’m so excited you’re here, did you get everything inside before the storm outside?” You nod in response, leaning in to hug the woman. “Oh, Aaron, this is my friend (y/n), they just moved in today” you hear her introducing you to the man.

He has a kind smile on his face as he waves from across the hall “Hey! Nice to meet you. I’d shake your hand, but I’m soaking, so I will keep my distance this time around”

For a moment you forgot that you’re able to speak too and fumble out words “um, thanks. You too” You’re tired and the man’s sincere smile caught you off guard.

“Alright, let’s get to work, shall we. And eat before the food gets cold” the blond woman hands you the bag and you lead the way inside. You hear the other door open too, the man, Aaron, going home too. “Send baby Jackers my love. And Jess too of course. Have a great weekend, sir!” Penelope tells the man and joins you inside of your apartment.

“Who was that?” you question as you raid the paper bag your friend had brought with her. “And why do you call him Sir?”

Penelope is taking a peek at your bedroom already, you’re not sure how she got all the way to the other side of the apartment so fast with all the stuff on the floor still. “That’s my captain, my liege” she explains, but you raise your eyebrow, asking for more details. “My boss, Hotch from the BAU. Great guy” she states and joins you in the kitchen, leaning on the island in the middle. “He has a son Jack that lives with him, the kid is an absolute joy, I tell you”.

The two of you enjoy your Chinese take out while Penelope goes over the agenda for the weekend. She’s going to show you around the town during the weekend and demands you to join for a girls night out tomorrow evening. You’re a bit hesitant and think that maybe you’ll just stay home and get everything sorted rather than go out on the second day with people you have never met before. The blond isn’t having it, but keeps demanding and begging you to join. “It will be so fun! I can’t wait for you to finally meet my ladies” She’s excited so you decide that maybe a night out wouldn’t be too bad. And who knows, maybe you’ll make some friends out there as well. Some new friends would definitely not hurt in a new town.

But as tomorrow comes around, your nerves start to kick in. Penelope has been showing you around the city all day, you went out to eat and then got coffee and went shopping. And even if it’s been a blast, you’re already exhausted. You stayed up late last night, trying to get as many boxes empty as possible.

You’re standing in front of the mirror, taking a final look at your outfit for the night and trying to gain your courage. Penelope had promised to pick you up from your apartment at 6pm and it’s only minutes away now. As you’re taking one last look in your purse, making sure you have everything that you need; keys, wallet, phone. Everything’s still there, after the last time you checked which was minutes ago.

The doorbell rings and you quickly throwback what was left of your wine and go to open the door. “Hey, just getting my shoes and I’m ready to go” you smile at the blond at your door. She looks amazing, as always. She has a black and white form fitting dress with geometrical patterns. Her blond hair is on a messy updo and with a colorful makeup, it all looks exactly on her brand.

“No rush, gorgeous!” she answers, taking a step inside. “Wow, you really did get stuff done last night!” Penelope says after a quick look around. There were only a couple of boxes left in the living room and the kitchen looked great already. “Looks amazing”.

“Thank you! Slowly it will come together, I’m sure” You strap in your heels and straighten back up. “Alright, I’m ready. Are we gonna meet the ladies at the bar, or?” you ask once you realize that more than just Garcia was supposed to be behind your door. You grab your jacket and lock your apartment as you’re heading out.

“They’re waiting for us outside”

For a moment you’re confused as to why they didn’t come inside, but as you reach the front door, you realize the reason they stayed behind. You notice a little boy being chased around the yard by a blond woman as a dark haired woman laughs at them beside the boy’s father. You recognize him to be the man you met the day before, this time he’s not in a wet t-shirt though. Although, his outfit still for sure highlights his broad figure. He’s wearing a blue quarter zip shirt and black sweatpants.

“Daddy, help me!” you hear the little boy squealing as he tries for his escape from the woman. He makes his way to him and his father scoops him in his arm and raises him on his shoulders. “Wow, look! I’m so tall!” the kid laughs, and you can’t help yourself from smiling.

The woman laughs with him as well. She takes a quick look at her black jumpsuit and heels to make sure everything’s clean before the group realizes that you and Penelope are standing behind you all. The man turns as well, holding his son up on his shoulders. “Sorry, didn’t mean to block the way” he smiles and takes a step back.

“Hey aunt Penelope!” the boy squeals again, waving at your friend.

“Hey there’s buddy. You’ve grown since I last saw you minutes ago! How did you do that?” she smirks, making the boy laugh. “Also, Jack, this is your new neighbor and our friend (Y/N)” she introduces you to the boy.

You wave at him “Hey there Jack. So awesome to meet you!” you tell him and the smile on the boy’s face warms your heart. You also feel his father’s eyes on you and can’t help but look back at him. His eyes looked dark in the evening and his lips were slightly curved upwards, making you blush.

Or maybe it’s just the wine.

“Hi (Y/N). Do you work with dad, too?” you notice him getting a bit shy talking to you, which you find adorable.

You notice the father now blushing a bit too. “Oh, no. I just moved into this building. I’ve been friends with Penelope for a while now” you explain, trying your best to keep your eyes on the boy, instead of the intriguing eyes of the man beneath him.

“Alright, buddy. Let’s go back to play for a moment longer before dinner. Let’s leave the ladies to enjoy their night” the man, Aaron puts his son down. Jack is quick to wave everyone goodbye and dashes to the soccer ball laying in the grass behind you all. “Was nice meeting you again” he tells you but you don’t get a chance to answer him, so you just smile. “Have a good night ladies” he smiles at the rest of you and runs back to his son who is impatiently waiting for him already.

“I told you, the boy’s an absolute joy” Penelope smirks, taking one last look at the boys already immersed in the game. “Oh, and of course, these are my ladies!” She introduces you to them and both of them hug you as if you’ve known them for ages already. You learn that the blond one is called Jennifer, JJ for short and the brunette is Emily. The four of you enter the uber and head for your night out.

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[infernalrevenge]

Hello~! Hope you are having a wonderful day~! 🐝💜

Would it be okay to get some headcannons or little drabbles for the 4 Lords reacting to their crush of whom is a chubby/curvy Reader and (secretly-) a powerful swimmer (possibly was a lifeguard in the past)? Possibly Reader sees & saves their crush from a leg cramp to slipping off the peer due to ice one day...?

Did lifeguarding for 2 years before COVID started and absolutely loved doing the job, but also enjoyed the class itself!

Yoooo that's really cool :D That's the kind of stuff that really comes in handy in real life huh, I'm glad you had a fun experience with it! Let's bring on the Lords!!!

Alcina Dimitrescu

Respectfully, she is looking 👀

As a lady of thiccness herself, of course she appreciates people of any size and shape.

You might get a little flustered with how much attention she lavishes you with, whether it was with physical affection or just a very appreciative gaze. You'd have a hard time ever doubting her attraction to you on any level.

She's not really much of a swimmer herself, preferring to soak and lounge if she really had to be in any body of water (or fluid, see: the literal blood bath in her castle.)

That said, she's willing to join you for a midday dip if you ask nicely. She'll indulge you, especially if she knew how much you enjoyed it.

She might even go ahead and join you in the deeper parts of the water, it's not like it'll be an issue. By the time it gets to her chest, you'll probably be paddling under the surface to keep afloat.

You can teach her how to swim and do different strokes and kicks as a way to bond and get closer (she wouldn't mind.)

Though there's probably a reason why she doesn't swim so much -- she's incredibly dense due to her added body weight and muscle mass.

Still, it was a valiant effort and the Countess had some fun, even if she wasn't able to float in the same way you were.

Watching you swim her in circles was an activity she vastly preferred, though she wouldn't be opposed to another lesson. Maybe guide her into proper form while you were at it.

Unfortunately, the fantasy of saving her from drowning may be farther from reality. It would actually be more likely for her to save you. Hopefully, you wouldn't mind a tall strong woman such as herself carrying you back to safety when need be.

Donna Beneviento

She's... not fond of swimming.

Okay, it's not really the activity itself that bothers her, it's the fact that she has to change into something if she wants to go in the water but if there's nowhere to change then she has to wear it under her normal clothes, then after the swimming is over she has to deal with being wet and cold for a while--

"You'll see me in a bathing suit," you might say to jokingly convince her.

You'll be surprised at how quickly her tune changes after realizing this, she's already picking out something to wear.

Funnily enough, Angie might even have her own set of swimwear -- just imagine an old timey swimsuit on her wooden doll body... now imagine Donna in a matching pair.

Honestly it's kind of adorable to think about, but don't laugh too much at her. Some light teasing is alright though.

When you get to your destination, Donna tries her best to mostly stay along the sidelines. Maybe dip her toes in a bit, but that's as far as she's willing to go.

...until Angie, without warning, dove into the water for a little bit of fun.

Now normally this wouldn't be a problem, except for the fact that she is a wooden doll and the water would definitely ruin some parts of her body. And before Donna even has time to think about it, she jumps in right after her for a rescue.

Did I mention that she can't swim? Uhhh oops.

It's lucky that you do though SOMEONE HELP THEM

You immediately start going over to them, trying your best to calm Donna down as Angie sat atop her head.

The whole time Donna is clinging to you, watching your strong arms pull you closer back onto the shore. She doesn't even realize it's time to let go by the time you do get there.

She definitely won't be getting into swimming any time soon, but... she did quite enjoy watching you do it. Hope you like an audience from that day forward.

Salvatore Moreau

SWIMMING BUDDIES!!!!

Pardon his excitement but he would be absolutely thrilled to have someone go swimming with him, especially someone who could even keep up with his pace. He kind of wishes that the two of you could spend it somewhere not as dank as his little ol' reservoir though.

Yeah, it's home, but he only wants the best for you, so you two might find yourselves in a secluded lake somewhere. A little privacy never hurt.

In the water, Moreau moves much faster and smoother -- he's literally in his element, of course he would be comfortable moving around.

He even let you ride on his back so you can get some distance. This could be fun!

Though having cramps while in the middle of a big lake was decidedly less fun. It didn't help that Sal can't even point out exactly where it started to stiffen.

It was a good thing your training kicked in at the first sign of his pain, and you tried your best to calm him down.

You let him hold onto your shoulders as you swam him back to shore. Funny how the tables have turned.

Before he could even start apologizing for "ruining the day" and wanting to make it up to you, you start your first aid to relieve his cramps and assure him that everything was alright. You were more than happy just to get to spend time with him, and you were sure to remind him not to push too hard just to impress you.

If you really want him to be quiet? Plant a little kiss on his cheek. That'll render him speechless for a few hours for sure.

Karl Heisenberg

Honestly, it'd be pretty hard to convince Karl to go near any body of water. Since he believed that his body was much like the Narke japonica (Japanese sleeper ray), he believed would be fine in water.

Let's just say he didn't take into account the difference between his own physiology and a fish's, so when he tried to use his powers while in water... uhhhh...

Long story short, no water time for the zappy boi.

You can probably convince him to join you on swimming trips anyway (what a simp) but he won't get in with you. He doesn't want to take the risk.

Besides, he doesn't mind the view ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

He swears the way he's looking at you is just being appreciative of the way you dive into the lake. He may get a little closer to the lake too, just to keep an eye on you.

If you tell him about your lifeguarding past, he knows you'll be able to handle yourself, but he just wants to be sure that everything's going to be o--

FUCK!!!!

One second he's on the pier and the next he's in freezing cold water. He's not having a good time!

By the time he realizes you're there and tugging him to safety, all he's thinking is "Don't electrocute them, don't electrocute them, DON'T ELECTROCUTE--"

...how did you get to the shore so fast?

Apparently, he had blacked out somewhere in the commotion of it all and he was lying on his back, a face full of you greeting him as soon as he opened his eyes.

"Well hello there," he'd say with a smirk.

If he got to see an angel every time he ended up in water, he might do it more often. (And he actually might, you oughtta keep a close eye on him during these trips.)

[rafescoke]

hi ! i'm obsessed with your work ! <333 can i request a rafe cameron x reader

the reader is always there for rafe when he's sick or in trouble but rafe doesn't really show any reaction or gratitude from the reader's affection - but when reader goes sick (or nosebleed) he immediately begins to worry/make sure reader is okay. basically fluff !

August ; Cupcake! Rafe Cameron

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Read Cupcake if you haven't before you start this fic!

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: In which Rafe cares more for the girl he likes rather than himself.

Warnings: Extreme fluff! Mentions of alcohols and drugs, Rafe Cameron being a complete sweetheart

A/N: After a week full of nothing but angst I've decided to give y'all what y'all have been screaming for; fluff. Thank you for all the love over my stories, I love you more than anything else in the world <3

p.s, I'm so sorry @blank-velvet if this isn't what you had in mind :(

"Hello, beautiful."

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, giving him a side smile as she locks her front door. "You're late today."

Rafe pouts, pulling her into a hug as he breathes into her scent. She doesn't smell like cupcakes anymore, thank god, because he can't take another few hours of flashbacks of him whisking the batter.

Turns out, the children's home becomes a fortnight habit for the both of them. They would bring so many cupcakes for the kids and spend the new 2 hours chatting and playing games.

Rafe hates to admit this, having to show the soft side of his, but he likes it. Every single bit of it; children telling him he's the best person in the world and how they like his frosting over (Y/N)'s because his were more 'unique'.

"Are you thinking of another girl?" (Y/N) teases, poking him by his side. Rafe looks down to her height with a shocked expression and shakes his head.

"Never."

"Yuck," she replies, but she's smiling. She keeps her hands in his, loving the way his fingers are wrapped around hers. His metal rings knock against hers, and she can feel the slight tightening every time the light turns red.

She wishes she can assure him that she'll never leave his side, no matter what happens. She knows how hard his life is for him, dealing with his family and his addiction, and she swears to be in his life until he's okay.

"I don't want you to leave once I'm okay."

"I don't mean it that way, Rafe. I'm just saying that if you decide to find anyone else after this whole bullshit ends, I'll be fine."

Rafe shook his head, "I don't want anyone else, (Y/N)."

"Now you're thinking of a guy," Rafe rolls his eyes playfully, turning into a corner before stopping directly before a fancy restaurant (Y/N) can't roll her tongue to call it. He steps out, helping her to her feet, and proceeds to give his car keys to the butler.

"You don't have to pay 30 dollars for valet parking," (Y/N) rolls her eyes. "I'm perfectly fine with walking a long distance, you know."

"Not in that heels," Rafe answers, pointing to her pink mules. "You'll get your dress dirty too."

Rafe escorts her to their table by the beach with her arms in his, and the couple never looked so beautiful. Rafe's hair is left messy today, since (Y/N) likes it that way, and anything that (Y/N) likes, Rafe will try to obey.

"We can eat at Fraiser's and I'll be happy, Rafe. This is too much."

Fraiser's is Obx's famous burger shop located in The Cut, and sometimes even the kooks would come down to the other side of the island to enjoy the food.

(Y/N) stares at the beach, hearing its calming waves and turns to Rafe. He's still admiring the view, his lips pulled into a charming smile, and (Y/N) has the urge to kiss him.

"I want to," he says. "I'm glad we met."

The candle burns brightly by the side of their table as he gazes into her eyes, feeling himself getting lost in them. Her (E/C) eyes are mesmerizing, and it had struck him.

"Stop. You're getting all mushy mushy."

The dinner is perfect. To (Y/N)'s surprise, Rafe had requested her favorite song to be played by the band earlier. When the starting melody to August by Taylor Swift starts playing, she's basically gaping at Rafe.

"Shut up! You did not!" she hits him on his arms as he laughs.

"I thought you'd like it," he shrugs, stuffing his mouth with the garlic bread. "Do you like it?"

"Are you crazy? I love it, Rafe!"

Before Rafe can process his mind to what she just said, she pulls him into a hug from the other side of the table, and the other diners glance at the sudden sound of a chair scraping against the wooden floor and clanking of cutleries.

Rafe relaxes, "You're embarrassing us."

She pulls away, her face red, but Rafe holds her tightly.

"It's okay. I like it. Embarrass us even more, please."

(Y/N) feels like she's in heaven, soaring high above the clouds with Rafe by her side. Her life can't be more perfect; being in a close relationship with the boy he likes, doing so many things together she feels like they were married already.

Keyword: close relationship. He never proposes her to be his girlfriend, and she's too afraid to bring it up.

But whatever they're having now; she loves it. More than anything else in the world.

"Let's go to the beach."

"Okay," she giggles, gathering her clutch and her forgotten shoes somewhere under the table. She feels like leaving them, but the heels were one of the many presents from Rafe a few weeks ago, and she intends to keep them until the day she dies.

She stops, placing the clutch against his chest. "Have you paid?"

Rafe looks up to her, "Nah."

"Go pay."

"No."

"Rafe!" she widens her eyes, closing her mouth with her hands. "They'll catch us!"

"Not if we act like we've paid. Come on, they know me. They wouldn't suspect me of fleeing before paying."

She bites her lips nervously, but her heart is thumping wildly against her chest. Fleeing away from paying is never on her bucket list, but she always likes watching these kinds of scenes on the big screen.

"Okay. Fine."

"Okay, sweet. Come on."

He pulls her hands in his as he walks towards the exit. The waiter close to them bows, giving them his thank you, and when (Y/N) feels like they're safe, a loud voice from behind them shouts.

"Sir! Madam! Have you paid?"

(Y/N)'s grip around Rafe's hands tighten, but Rafe is a natural at lying. She wonders if he ever lied to her before.

"We have, a few minutes ago. This is a very bad moment for me and my wife, we are catching a flight back to Paris in an hour and you're wasting our time."

(Y/N) looks at him, gawking. His wife?

(Y/N) isn't sure if his lie would get them out of this situation, because his fake British accent does not sound anywhere near British and no English couple would spend their summer in a place like Obx.

The manager, (Y/N) assumes takes a step back, bowing down to them. When he looks up at them, he still has the curious glint in his eyes.

"Can I get your name?"

There's a long silence between them, and (Y/N)'s getting more and more nervous. "Coke." she blurts before she can stop herself.

"Coke?"

"That's her nickname, right, my love? It's not coke, my dear, it's Cookie," Rafe sighs and turns back to the manager. "I'm sorry. She had had a few drinks tonight."

"Sir," the same waiter that had muttered his thanks to them says, standing beside the stern manager. "They haven't paid."

"Run!" Rafe exclaims, running towards the exit with (Y/N) in his trail. There are shouts behind them, but they don't stop, running for dear life until the music from the band playing sounds a distance away.

Eventually, the gravel turns into sand, and they stop running. (Y/N) is the first one to laugh, throwing her head back and pulling him into a hug.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you, Rafe, that's the best thing that has ever happened in my life!" she exclaims, placing her arms around his neck. The adrenaline from before is still flowing at a fast pace, and she never felt more alive.

Rafe smiles, catching his breath. He let her in his arms, smoothing her locks and lifting her slightly from the ground.

"Let's go in the water!" she says excitedly, pulling him towards the waves.

The cold saltwater pools around their ankles as they stand in the water, intertwining their fingers. (Y/N) looks up at him, watching as he stares at the darkness ahead.

She looks in the direction he's gawking at and sees the silhouette of a huge boat somewhere in the distance.

"What's wrong?" she asks, tugging at his hands.

"Someday, (Y/N), I'll bring you around the world."

She smiles. Always the charmer, that one.

"Rafe!" She suddenly shouts, bending down and letting the water soak her dress. "Something bit me!"

Rafe snaps back to reality, holding her in place and trying to find the mysterious creature in the water. Can a piranha get this far?

"I don't see-"

(Y/N) cuts him off by splashing the water at him, and he steps back with a shock.

"You'll regret doing that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I'm not feeling anything."

"Get ready."

"For what?"

Rafe splashes her with a larger amount of water and uses the stalling time as she gasps and tries to get away from him by pulling her down into the water.

"This," he laughs, watching as she screams playfully. She's between his legs now as they sit peacefully, letting the water soak their expensive clothes.

"I'm sorry I'm ruining the dress you bought for me."

"It's okay. It's just Dior. Besides, I'll probably ruin it by-"

"Later," she cuts him off, placing her pointer on his lips to silence him. "Let's just watch the ocean."

And Rafe obliges.

A walk back to your home doesn't take long when you're in love. (Y/N) has Rafe's hands in hers, swaying them back and forth as they skip back to her apartment.

"I'm not going to be responsible for your car if it goes missing, Rafe."

He smiles, "It's okay. I have insurance."

She's on cloud nine; singing along to August and letting Rafe twirl her around under the night sky full of twinkling stars.

"I love this," she whispers, stopping midway. "Thank you, Rafe."

"For what?"

"Being the best."

He kisses her cheeks in response, "Always."

Just before they can continue their walk back to her apartment, a familiar blue mustang pulls up beside her, and Rafe pulls her to his other side in reflex.

He waits until the car window pulls down, revealing a half-drunk boy with his black hair messily slicked back.

(Y/N)'s breath hitches, and she pulls Rafe closer to her.

"What do you want?" Rafe sighs. "Can't you leave her alone?"

"Rafe," she whispers, pulling him in alarm. Out of all the time in the world, her ex-boyfriend decides to surprise them after a good night full of good memories.

Jack ignores Rafe and stares at (Y/N), smiling in a taunting way. "Hey, (Y/N), why are you all wet?"

"Rafe," she pulls him again.

"Come on, I'm just asking," he laughs. "I thought you liked getting wet."

"Fuck off," Rafe says, gritting his teeth. His chest heaves with every breath he takes, and he longs for the moment to connect his fist with his smug face.

"Aw, come on Rafe, you used to be so fun," Jack fakes pout, sighing. "Now you're all up in her ass. Does she feed you bone?"

Rafe steps forward, but (Y/N) quickly pulls him back.

"Does she beg you to go to the some children's shit too?"

Rafe stalks forward again before (Y/N) can help it, and launches Jack's car door open. He topples over from leaning over and not wearing the seatbelt, and Rafe uses the chance to throw him on the road.

"Wanna talk shit again, asshole?" Rafe yells, pushing him as he staggers backward. Jack clutches onto his chest, holding a hand up and moving backward.

(Y/N) cries, waiting for Rafe to come back. As Rafe turns away to go with her, Jack takes the free time to bring him down to the road again and throws a punch against his face.

"Jack! Let him go, please!"

Rafe groans, feeling his bones cracking, but he's too fueled by the snickering Jack had made toward (Y/N). He turns him over and continues his punches against the thrashing boy.

(Y/N) pulls Rafe's arms, not wanting him to get hurt, but the pull is so strong that when he finally lets go of Jack, she topples backward and falls straight on her bottom.

He gushes out beside her, "You're okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you!"

Jack scatters into his car again, muttering a curse word under his breath and saying something along the lines of 'I'll get back at you, Cameron' before speeding off into the night.

(Y/N) groans, rubbing her legs and turns to Rafe. She gasps, holding his face in her hands. "Oh my god! Your nose, Rafe!"

Rafe grunts, pushing her hands away. "I'm fine. It's just a nosebleed. You scraped your thighs!"

"Just the side of them," she mumbles, glancing at the ripped part of her used-to-be beautiful midnight blue dress. "Let me see your nose."

"No."

"Please."

He sighs and lets her examine his broken nose. His eyes are red, and (Y/N)'s sure there's some kind of a broken blood vessel in there, and there are bruises starting to form under his eyes.

To compare with her pain, Rafe is a hundred times worse.

"Jesus Christ, we have to get you to the hospital."

"No!" Rafe exclaims, pulling her hands away from his place. "No, please. I hate hospitals, you know I do. Let's just get home."

(Y/N) sighs, knowing there's no way she can win this fight against Rafe and helps him to his feet. She staggers backward, feeling the sudden pain coursing through her from the gash on her side.

"Oh god, you're losing so much blood."

"No, I'm not. I'm perfectly fine. It's just a scratch," she bites her lips.

"Let me carry you." he stops her.

"No! You're an idiot. If anything, I'm the one who's supposed to carry you," she rolls her eyes and turns to look at him again. "Rafe, you're crying blood. Let's get to the hospital."

"I'm not, I just drink too much red wine."

"It doesn't work that way. Please, Rafe? I'll be there with you the whole time."

Rafe sighs, and after a long time of thinking and weighing his options, he nods.

"If they start telling me to open my clothes, I'll head out. I will only remove my clothes from you tonight."

He can still joke around at a time like this?

(Y/N) bites her lips, "You will do exactly what the doctor says."

"You're my doctor," he shrugs. "Be my doctor?"

(Y/N) decides, with Rafe limping beside her, walking towards the hospital will be the stupidest idea ever. She orders an Uber, and before the driver can ask why they're booking to go to the hospital at 11p.m. on a Friday, he speeds away when he sees the sight of Rafe.

"It's not too late to just go home," Rafe mumbles against her neck. Her hair tickles his nose, but he likes it like that.

He feels safe. Protected.

"We're not sleeping in my apartment tonight."

"Can I still make love to you in the hospital?"

"We'll think about it."

(Y/N) pays the driver, muttering her thanks, and attends to a groaning Rafe again. One of his eyes is shut, and the other is fighting its best to stay awake.

The EMTs grab a wheelchair for Rafe as soon as she pulls him in through the automatic door, and when (Y/N) finally lets go of him, he shouts over the loud orders of the workers.

"She needs to stay with me or I'll die!"

One of the technicians looks at (Y/N), and she sighs. "I'm sorry. We got into a fight, and I think he's just not thinking straight right now."

She nods and asks (Y/N) to wait for him in the waiting room.

Half an hour later, with a coffee from the 24 hours cafeteria near the emergency room in her hands, the doctor finally calls for her attention. She stands up, her dress sticking to her bloody wound, and she winces from the pain.

"Why didn't you tell us!" the doctor sighs, pulling her into the same room he brought Rafe in. Rafe isn't in there, and (Y/N) can't help but search around.

"He's okay. He's sleeping. He's suffering from subconjunctival hemorrhage. It's nothing serious, really, but we decided to keep him under our watch for one day."

(Y/N) nods, slightly relieved, and let the doctor removes her skirt so he can take a better look at her wound.

He clicks his tongue, "What's your name?"

"(Y/N)."

"Okay, (Y/N), we called for your boyfriend's parents and they'll be here in an hour. Do you have any parents I can contact?"

"I'm okay. I'm not suffering from any hemorrhage."

The doctor sighs, "I know. But you just confessed to being in a fight, so I have to get the parents involved. It's protocol."

Fuck.

(Y/N) mumbles out her brother's phone number, and she hopes against hope he's out with his friends and getting drunk so that she wouldn't have to face her family.

"Okay. Do you want to see your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend. But yes, I want to see Rafe."

(Y/N) holds out his hands as she sits beside his sleeping form. She smiles, grazing her fingers across his soft skin as he breathes peacefully.

"I'm awake now."

She pulls her hands away, gasping slightly at his tired voice.

"Come on, hold me again."

She rolls her eyes, but her fingers are around his again. "We look so corny."

"I know. Wanna know something cornier?"

"What?"

"Take that thing out of my pocket. No, not that, that's my dick, (Y/N), my pocket, yes, yes, take that box out."

(Y/N) holds out the small box in her hands, letting the white light from above illuminate the box. Her face is still red at the mention of accidentally touching his private part, but she's more intrigued by the box now.

"Open it," he says softly.

(Y/N) hesitates, and pops the box open. She gasps, having a small diamond glinting back at her.

"Do you like it?"

"You did not, Rafe, oh my god."

"Wear it. Wait, fuck, I messed it up. Wait, wait, let me just-" he sighs, trying to sit up, but (Y/N) stops him midway. "Would you like to be my girlfriend, (Y/N)?"

She looks up at him, her eyes teary now, because God, no one has ever done this to her.

"Would you?"

"Of course, asshole, even when you're asking me in the middle of your deathbed."

He smiles, "Okay. Now you can put the ring on."

She slides the ring on her ring finger, holding her hand up and admiring the way the ring compliments her hands.

She loves it. More than anything.

"Oh, and they called Ward and Rose. I'm sorry it's going to be your first time being my girlfriend and meeting them."

She laughs, leaning over him and placing a longing kiss on his lips. He kisses her back, feeling so much better now he can walk out of this hospital.

"You're like a princess. Nursing me back to health. None of these Harvard graduate doctors can compare to you."

"Urgh, shut up," she rolls her eyes. "Now you're pushing it."

-

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[bloodykora]

Rain Soaked Wounds

Here's another hoes. Take it, it's very personal though cause I wrote it in a time of sadness in my life. Sorry if you don't like it lol

TW: Speak of chronic illness and death

Summary: Dodge is walking in the rain and reader sees him, then forces him to come inside so they can clean him up.

“Dodge! What are you doing here?” The tall teen stops in his trail and looks back to me, hood over most of his face. The thundering rain caused me to squint to even see him.

“Just having a stroll.” He shouts.

“It’s pouring!”

“I uh, I know.” I had already run out of the house, water gushing over my head and seeing the dye drip out of the ends of my hair.

“How long have you been out here!”

“Maybe an hour.” I look down thinking for a moment then back up, I gesture for him to follow me.

“What?”

“You’re gonna get sick, come in and warm up.”

“Y/n, I’ll be fin-”

“You can follow nicely or I can drag you, you decide.”

His body was soaked head to toe, lips blue. I rush to take off my jacket and shoes, already shivering from the cold outside. Dodge stands there in the door way.

“You can just throw off your shoes there and hang up your sweater. I’m gonna make some cocoa, do you want a cup?”

“Yeah sure.” I hear his shoes hit the floor as I walk into the kitchen, filling up the kettle and taking out 2 mugs. “Where’s your grandma?”

“With my aunt. Probably buying groceries or at the doctor’s.”

“She goes a lot, at least that’s what I’ve heard.”

“Yeah, she has a chronic illness so she’s sick all the time.” I turn around to see him sitting at the table with his sweater on still, head down.

“You’re gonna freeze.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re hiding something. Did you chop your hair? Hmm? What happened Dodge?” I try getting closer to him.

“It’s nothing, just leave it.” This time I catch a shine of blue on his face.

“Dodge. What happened?” My teasing tone now gone and replaced with a mother hen one.

“It was just Ray.” I come up beside him, my hand grazing his cheek, then around it pushing his gaze up to mine. Under his nose was a smear of red, his left eye covered in bruises and his right brow split.

“What did he do?”

“Just a warning by him and his goons.”

“Where was it? In the alley way, I’m assuming.” He nods yes.

“Well, we should get you cleaned up.” I walk off to the bathroom to find the first aid kit and then back to the kitchen, turning on the overhead light.

“You’re gonna want to take off your sweater. I can put it in the washing machine if you want?” I ask, I watch as he peels it off himself. His hair stuck to his forehead, water droplets everywhere.

“Everything on your body is soaked dude.” I comment.

“Walking in the rain would do that to you.” I eye him up and down, socks, pants, even his under wear was probably drenched.

“Let me grab some clothes for you.”

I push open the door to my room.

“No really it’s fine. Dodge gets up and follows me, I jog up the stairs and go into my room.

“Honestly your clothes probably wouldn’t even fit me.” I dig through a pile, pulling out a pair of sweatpants. I stand up and put the waistband to him.

“They should fit.” I give them to him, then run downstairs to the clean laundry basket still unfolded. Finding my old Nirvana shirt and then returning upstairs.

“Got the shirt!” I look up, Dodge standing there with no shirt on and his jeans almost off. My brain turns off for a second, admiring his chest which was covered in dark purple bruises. I turn around, shirt still in hand and close the door.

“Sorry.” I yell through the door. It was a few moments until I heard the door open. I spin to face him and stick out the shirt to him. He takes it and throws it over his head.

“I didn’t uh realize you were changing.” I mutter out, he shrugs.

“You’re good, Dayna does it all the time. Although, how do your clothes almost fit me?”

“Well, there are days I hate my body and use baggy clothes to make me feel better. Plus, mens have better pants that don’t have fake pockets.” A whistle sound shoots through the house

“Water’s ready.”

“Where should I put my clothes?”

“Oh, I’ll take them and you take the kettle off the stove.” He nods and passes them to me.

‘This poor man, I literally walked in on him almost naked.’ My thoughts run as I put his clothes over the side of the tub to drain a bit.

“Do you want milk in yours?” I hear him shout.

“Yeah, just a little bit though!” I answer before returning to the kitchen. Dodge sitting at the table, sipping his warm drink. I take my mug and walk over. Opening the kit that was laying there.

“Y/n I’m fine.”

“Shush.” I lay out gauze, tape, scissors, bandaids, whatever. I roll up my sleeves and approach him, the bruise wasn’t swelling to the point of a closed eye. The cut on his brow wasn’t too deep therefore not needing stitches. I take a cloth and dab some alcohol on it before running it under the sink to dilute it.

“Did you just put water over rubbing alcohol?”

“Yeah, hydrogen peroxide or alcohol can delay healing and cause more injury. I need you to pull your chair out a bit.” He moves back from the table.

“This might hurt.” I press the cloth to his wound, gently patting and rubbing, looking and cleaning up dirt or dried blood. I get to the deeper part of the cut and feel Dodge grab at my arm. He lets out a hissing sound, eyes closing at the feeling.

“Not so badass now are we?”

“You would flinch too.” I chuckle a bit before moving down to clean his nose.

“Good news.” His eyes meet mine as I press my thumbs into his nose to feel it.

“One, you don’t need stitches which is great for me cause I’ve never done them and two your nose is not broken.”

“That’s surprising.”

“I’m guessing Tyler threw that punch?” I ask, Dodge smiles before nodding. I turn around, grabbing some bandages plus ointment.

“You know I’m gonna have to look at the bruises on your sides right?”

“They’re fine, they don’t hurt.”

“Dodge. You know I’m stubborn, you’re really gonna try to fight me on this.” He sighs and I finish putting the bandaid over his brow.

“Do I get a kiss to feel better?” He jokes, I place my hands on his face and very lightly kiss the band aid.

“Now your booboo will heal faster.”

“So what I’m seeing is I have to get injuries to get kisses from nurse y/n?”

“Depends on the severity. Don’t want to have to bring you to the hospital. Now stand up.” He does so and lifts his shirt. 2 bruises in total, 1 on his hip and the other on his ribs.

“Can you inhale for me?” I press my hand to his side, he does it no problem.

“Okay, no broken ribs, which is great.” I grab a marker.

“What are you doing?”

“We don’t have an x-ray machine therefore this is the closest way I can detect internal bleeding.” I circle both bruises with the red sharpie. “If the bruises pass over the line then you need to go to the hospital, if not then we're good.” I explain, he puts his shirt back down.

“How do you know all this?”

“Just stuff I picked up over the years, I’m surprised you don’t being a horse trainer and all that.”

‘Well doctors were always there or provided.”

“I hope I made your first vigilante patch up nice.”

“Am I Batman?”

“I see you more like Robin or Jason Todd.”

“Everytime we speak I always feel overshadowed cause you have a general in-depth opinion on everything.” Dodge says while I clean up. I laugh a bit.

“That is what happens when you have no friends, however I know nothing about cars.”

“That is true.”

“I like doing the dip sticks.” Dodge laughs.

“Can you even read it?”

“The stick?”

“Yeah, can you?”

“No.” He bursts out laughing.

“Thank god you don't have your license yet.” I scoff as I sit down.

“I patch you up, take you out of the rain, give you hot chocolate and this how you thank me?”

“Hey. I drive you home from the diner all the time.”

“Touche.” A silence falls between us as we finish our drinks.

“Why is it so cold in your house?”

“My nana likes it to be freezing. She hates the warmth.”

“Doesn’t she get cold?”

“Yeah but it takes a lot for her to notice.”

“Must like this weather then.”

“Actually no, she hates the rain. Makes her bones ache.” I peek out the window and see drops still falling from the sky.

“You’re gonna walk home late at night, in the pouring rain, and might not even be able to get in your house?” He seems to think about it for a moment.

“Where’s your car?”

“At my house, my mom drove me today.”

“So why were you walking 'back'?” I use air quotes knowing he was not walking in the direction of his house.

“I didn’t want Dayna to freak, so I was walking until I knew she would be asleep.”

"Well, it’s still raining out.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you work tomorrow?”

“Yeah but not until after 12.”

"Stay the night.”

“I can’t.”

I run upstairs and open the closet. I come back down with a clump of them in my arms.

“All I’m saying is you can stay here for the night and then not only will you be dry but I can also check on your wounds in the morning.”

“Wouldn’t your grandmother be upset?”

“Nah, she knows I’m not an idiot and she’s with my aunt anyway so you don’t have to worry about her scaring you through the night.”

“Fine but only cause it’s raining.”

“Yeah a sleepover! I can grab you some blankets.”

“Okay. We got a thick pink flower, a thick brown native, an old sleeping bag, and a very small thin pattern. Which blanket do you want?” I drop them on the floor, letting him look at them.

“Uhh, I’ll take the brown one.”

“Cool, I threw up on it more than once.” He looks at me grossed out.

“Dude obviously it’s been washed, it just has memories. You’ll be fine.” I take the others aback upstairs.

“Does your grandmother leave you alone a lot?”

“Yeah. She takes care of my family a lot plus she’s got her own stuff going on.”

“You know a lot of people talk at the diner?” He seems to lightly ask about the rumours.

“Yeah, like my aunt is faking it because she eats sweets in front of people?”

“Yeah.” He lets out almost mournful.

“Well, now that it’s anyone’s business but she is sick. She’s been like that since I was little and cause of it she knows how to hide it.”

“She and my mom talk a lot when she comes in. Plus, she always leaves a tip for her coffee. Honestly, if it wasn’t for her and your grandmother then I wouldn’t have had the cash for new tires.” I smile and nod.

“I don’t know why people talk about others.”

“We are a small town with nothing to do.”

“I guess.”

“You know people talk about your mom and Cornelius.”

“Really?”

“Yup. He is seen talking to her, his wife is still grieving over their son and he’s deeply concentrated on Panic.”

“Do you talk?”

“About your mom? No. She’s nice and I feel like it’s not my place or business. Plus, I don't trust any police so I keep my mouth shut.”

“Why?”

“A lot of stuff has happened to my cousins and family members. One time my cousin was arrested because they thought he was my dad.”

“Wait-” Dodge begins before I cut him off.

“Just wait. They thought my 19 year old cousin was my 2 year old then dead dad. They had to bring the death certificate and everything so they could let him go.”

“Wow, That’s uh.” He didn't finish but I knew what he meant and I nod.

“I never knew your dad died, I know you and Heather joke about your dad’s being gone but.”

“Oh yeah, it happened when I was younger.”

“I’m sorry.” I shrug my shoulders, having had this same conversation several times over.

“Oh, it’s chill. After 10 years you learn how to cope.”

“10 years?”

“Yeah, I wasn’t even in grade 1 . But enough of that. You wanna watch something” I could tell he was getting uncomfortable so I quickly change the topic.

“Sure.”

[diaphragmjellyfish]

You Just Wait

gif is from @twilightofficial​

A/N: The hardest part of writing a fic is honestly choosing the love interest XD I have so many fictional boyfriends it’s hard to choose just one. I have noticed a significant lack of Jared Cameron content and he’s super adorable so here it is! Also, I left the concept a little bit more vague so more people can relate to it. It doesn’t specifically say vaginismus, it’s more of a general “sex doesn’t normally go well for me” type thing. 

Bottomless, covered in chocolate sauce, walking through the woods, phone dead, in the middle of August on a weekday. How did you end up here? Jared Cameron. Your boyfriend. He had roped you in to an elaborate prank on Paul that hadn’t exactly gone as planned. Needless to say, you were desperate for a shower and a nap. A hot meal wouldn’t hurt. And you were beyond irritated, not even looking Jared’s way as he walked next to you in a similar state. 

“Babe, if you let me carry you, we’ll get home way faster,” he whined.

You didn’t respond, only walking with more frustration around the roots and fallen trees. It was growing dark, just about twilight, and you knew you wouldn’t be reaching either of your houses at this rate. You were miles into the forest. But your pride kept you from accepting Jared’s wolfy-back ride, because he tended to make lots of jokes about being between your legs and you riding him and blah blah blah, and you honestly might punch him right now if he did that. 

So you just kept ignoring him, arms folded tightly against your chest because, yes, it was August, but this was also the Washington coast. It got pretty chilly no matter what time of year it was. 

“I can see you shivering from here,” he pleaded, almost sounding in pain at the thought of you being uncomfortable. “It’s only gonna get colder. Let me help you.”

You ignored him. 

“C’mooonnnnnn,” he cried. His preferred way of cracking your silence was usually by annoying you out of it, and it was working. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon c’m-”

“Jared, I swear to God!” 

“Aha! She speaks!” he laughed. 

“”Only to tell you to be quiet, or I’ll-”

“Or you’ll what?” he cut you off. “I’m way stronger than you!” He was teasing you into talking to him. Even if it was in the form of arguing. Damn, he always got you to crack. You stopped walking, turning to face him, arms still held tightly around yourself. You couldn’t resist a good bicker, and Jared knew that. He would get the sass to come out, and then once you got tired, he’d apologize and you’d be made up within half an hour. That’s what always happened. And you couldn’t exactly stay mad at those big brown puppy eyes for long. 

“Physically, maybe,” you chided, “but I’m definitely way smarter than you.”

He stepped closer to you, a playful smirk on his face. “What, are you gonna read me to death or something?”

“I’m gonna strategize a huge plan, manipulate you, and leave you here in the forest by yourself. That’s what I’m gonna do,” you sassed. He never took arguments to heart, which is one thing you loved about him. He knew how grumpy you could get and would let you vent, and then make you forget all about the problem. 

“Oh, okay, yeah sure,” he giggled, hands going up in defense. “I’m just saying that in this situation, there is no way you come out on top. You run, I catch you. You hide, I sniff you out,” he teased. This made you crack an almost imperceptible smile, but one he noticed nonetheless. “And if you did somehow manage to get away from me, you’d freeze to death in an hour flat.” The cold breeze that caused you to shiver more violently could not have had worse timing. Obviously, Jared noticed, and his face dropped. He approached you slowly, silently asking if you were still mad enough to not let him touch you. When you didn’t step back or stop him, he wrapped both his arms around you and brought you into a huge bear hug. You sighed at his warmth, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso. He’d given you his hoodie hours ago, and was left in only a pair of shorts, though he didn’t seem to notice. Damn him and his werewolf heat. 

You still shivered in his arms, but his feverish temperature was a relief to your aching bones. 

“See? Could’ve been warm hours ago,” he teased once again, noting your clinginess. 

“Shut up. I’m still mad,” you mumbled into his neck. He laughed softly to himself, rubbing his hands up and down your body to create more heat. After a few minutes, you were starting to struggle to keep your eyes open. It had to be close to 2 in the morning, and you’d been walking for what felt like hours. Jared could have easily run home and let you brood alone, but he stuck with you no matter how long you went without speaking to him. 

“Sleepy?” he murmured into your hair. You just nodded softly, and didn’t protest as he bent down, one hand going behind your knees and the other staying around your back. He picked you up with ease and started walking through the woods once more with an “Okay Princess, I got you.” His stride never faltered, easily avoiding tripping over roots or slipping on rain-soaked moss. He must have been walking for about 30 minutes, never so much as breathing hard or shifting you in his grip. You didn’t sleep, but welcomed the rest he allowed you. Your eyes were closed, head resting on his shoulder when you felt him stop. You looked up, and in the distance, maybe 50 yards away, you saw a small building. 

“Hunter’s cabin, I’m guessing. No one’s home,” Jared stated, anticipating your questions. 

“Think there’ll be blankets?” you wondered, tired, yet still playful. 

“What, am I not enough for you?” he feigned mock hurt as you giggled at his unshakeable good attitude. Without another word, he began walking towards the small cabin, which was about the size of an average bedroom. When you reached the door, he set you down gently, holding his hands close to your waist while you found your footing, and then wrapping an arm over your shoulders to keep you warm. 

“I’m assuming it’s locked,” you sighed, disappointed. 

“Babe, no door is locked when you have super strength. Honestly, I thought you’d have more faith in me by now,” he smiled brightly. 

“You can’t just go around kicking random people’s doors in!” you scolded. 

“Okay, first of all, I can tell by the smell that no one’s been here in years. Second of all, how would anyone know it was us that broke in and not, like, a deer? And third of all, I’d say this counts as an emergency,” he sassed right back at you. You looked at him in annoyance, too tired and cold to actually care. 

After a long sigh, you muttered “fine.” 

He immediately turned to the door, not letting you so much as inhale before he slammed his foot into the space next to the knob, the door all but flying off its hinges. The whole scene caused deafening noise that interrupted the silence of the trees. 

“Jesus!” you called out in surprise, a hand shooting up to your pounding heart. You look around, though knowing no one was around for miles. Jared only turned to look at you, a cheeky smile adorning his face, and said,

“See? Told ya.” 

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the loving and admiring energy that overcame you. Jared really was one in a million, and you were lucky to be by his side. He could be in the worst situation in the world and still find something to laugh about. 

He motioned for you to go in first, ever the gentleman. Walking through the door, the first thing you noticed was the dust. The entire inside of the cabin was covered in a thick layer of it. There was a small, rickety couch with cushions so worn they had holes in them throughout. And the fabric… my God. It looked like something from the 60’s, an obnoxious floral that had faded over time, and now just looked flat out stained. There was a flimsy throw blanket over the back of the couch, a cooler in the corner of the room that was covered in dirt, and on the opposite wall, a fireplace! No wood, no matches, but it was there. The floor was scattered with bullet shells, receipts, and decayed leaves. It was obvious no one had been in here for at least 3 or 4 years. 

“Okay, I can work with this,” Jared said. You really were jealous of his optimism. But, as disgusting as this place was, it beat the frigid breeze of outside, and had a place where you could rest your heads. You walked over to the couch, grabbing the blanket and beating the dust off of it. It was really only meant for one person, but you guys were okay with getting close. It would do. 

Jared walked over to the opposite corner where the cooler sat by the fireplace and opened the lid, peeking inside. 

“Just water,” he said, sounding almost disappointed. 

“Were you really gonna eat whatever was in there?” you spoke incredulously. 

“Babe, I’m starving. You have no idea how close I am to licking that chocolate sauce off of you,” he voiced. You had almost forgotten about the sticky sauce that covered both of your clothes. That prank really was a disaster. You looked down, face heating at the thought of Jared’s mouth on you like that, and turned to the fireplace where he stood. He was looking on the mantle, oblivious to the effect his comment had on you, and exclaimed “Aha!” before reaching up to grab something. “A lighter. We’re saved! Well, you are,” he laughed looking over at your shivering form once more. “Stay here and get comfy. I’m gonna go get some wood.” 

You tried your best, sitting on the edge of the couch and immediately feeling a spring poking you in the butt. The couch really was tiny. You guys were gonna have to bundle up close to fit. The thought excited you. Sure, you and Jared had always been comfortable touching and holding each other, but there were certain areas of your relationship you had yet to explore. More… intimate areas. It was your fault mostly. To make a long story short, you’ve just never enjoyed sex. You found yourself not able to get aroused, which made things painful. Sure, you wanted to. You’d thought about it a ton. But in the moment, your head was so full of thoughts of ‘What if he thinks I’m ugly? What if I smell? Am I doing this right? Is he having a good time? Am I taking too long?’ that you just stopped trying. And obviously you wanted to have sex with Jared, but you were worried he’d be disappointed. By the time he got back, just a few minutes later, you had brought your knees up to your chest, holding your legs close in an effort to preserve warmth. 

“Doing okay Sweetheart?” he asked gently. You gave a small smile and nodded in response. He plopped the logs in his arms down into the fireplace, scavenging the floor for receipts, dried leaves, anything that would catch fire. He dumped these into the fireplace and lit them, the fire catching within seconds. He walked over to the other side of the room where the couch was before bending down, grabbing the bottom lip of it, and pulling it (and you) across the floor, one-handed, and closer to the fire. “Better?” You had always been in awe of his strength. Let’s be honest, it was just plain sexy. Again, you just nodded your head, staring at him in adoration. 

He sat beside you on the couch, throwing an arm over your shoulders again, and leaning back, taking you with him. You cuddled into his side, watching the fire. 

“Ya know, if you take away the shitty couch and sticky clothes and add a few more blankets, this would actually be pretty nice,” he finally spoke. 

You laughed softly, replying, “It would. The couch isn’t even awful, but these clothes are really ruining the mood for me.” 

“Well why don’t you get out of ‘em, hot stuff?” he joked. You knew he wasn’t serious because you guys haven’t gotten that far yet, but something, maybe the exhaustion or the way he kept challenging you today, made you want to actually do it. Before you could lose your nerve, you reached down, pulling off the hoodie and shirt in one go and tossing them onto the floor. You relaxed back into his arms in just a bra, acting like nothing had happened. He was frozen beside you. Maybe it was mean, but you wanted to tease him a little. He’d put you through a lot today, so you wanted to mess with him a tiny bit. So, coolly, you brought a hand onto his thigh and began running it up and down, going higher and higher with each pass. He was still frozen, so you gave a light squeeze, and heard him inhale sharply, though he tried to hide it. 

“I thought you were tired,” he commented.

“Guess I’m not anymore,” you responded, turning to face him boldly. He immediately leaned in to kiss you, softly as always. You reciprocated, bringing your other hand up to cup his face. His arm that was around your shoulders slipped down around your waist, pulling you in further. Jared had always been gentle when kissing you, so you knew you’d have to make the first move to deepen it. Which is exactly what you did. Running your hand up his head and grabbing his hair, you pulled him towards you even more and traced your tongue across his bottom lip. He responded by matching your energy, tongue slipping out to caress yours before bringing your bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling softly. You guys had never kissed like this before. You felt a bead of warmth pool in your abdomen, something you’d never felt with a guy before. Sure, you’d been turned on while watching certain videos or reading certain fanfiction by yourself, but you’d never actually experienced it with someone before. It was exciting. Maybe it was the knowledge that you could stop things at any time and he wouldn’t be upset, or maybe it was how in love with you he really was, but you didn’t feel nervous or worried. You felt comfortable. 

Taking things a step further, you swung your leg over both of his, moving to straddle his lap. 

He pulled away slightly at this, making you ask, “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing’s wrong,” he responded, “I just don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t wanna do.”

You smiled, “I’m not doing anything I don’t wanna do. Are you?” 

“Are you seriously asking me that question right now?” He laughed, making you giggle along. 

You leaned back in for another kiss, when he stopped you again. “What exactly… are we doing, though?” You knew what he was silently asking. Are we about to go all the way? And you didn’t know yet. This had started out as playful teasing, but now you were beginning to think that maybe you did want to try something. With Jared. He was it for you, the one you wanted to spend forever with. If you couldn’t trust him, you couldn’t trust anyone. And he’d taken such good care of you these last few hours, keeping you warm, making sure you were storming off in the right direction, that you knew he’d appreciate you in a more intimate sense. 

“I- I kind of would like to try… some stuff,” you answered. 

He looked at you, eyes wide, before answering, “What kind of stuff? I mean, I will do literally anything you ask me to do and you know that, but I didn’t really prepare for this. Like, I don’t… have what we need.” Oh, a condom. What a responsible boy. 

“I’m on the pill,” you replied a little too quickly before looking down and fiddling with your hands. “If you want to.” 

“Y/N, I would be absolutely fucking honored,” he breathed, before cupping your face and pulling you into the most heated kiss yet. Your tongues danced, hands wandering. Yours, across his muscled chest and abdomen, and his, down your waist and around to cup your pantsless ass, squeezing firmly. It felt nice. He handled you in a way that was gentle and painless, but still dominant and firm. And it made the heat in your belly grow. You continued kissing for several minutes, your hands moving up his neck and eventually landing in his hair once more, and his remaining on your ass and waist. You softly sucked at his lower lip, nibbling slightly, and it made him let out a low growl and pull your hips forward onto his, where you felt something hard push against you. You knew what it was, and it didn’t scare you like it normally would. You did, however, feel your damp underwear. Shit, that’s never happened before. You were normally bone dry at this point. You let out a soft sigh, grinding your hips onto him once more. 

He softened his kisses slightly, bringing a hand around to your stomach and running his knuckles lightly across your lower abdomen. 

“Can I?” He questioned delicately. 

“Yes,” you replied almost immediately. He brought his hand under the waistband of your underwear, when you said, “Wait,” and he stopped. “Just one thing. I kind of… have never been able to do this without it hurting a lot, so maybe you could just try to be gentle?” 

“Oh, baby, you’ve been in pain before? I’m so sorry,” he whispered genuinely. 

“It’s okay, I just…” It was now or never. He should know. “Normally I’m super nervous about everything, so I can’t really… get into it, and when girls aren’t into it it’s kind of… dry? And that makes it kind of hurt really bad.” You faded out at the end, feeling embarrassed. He brought his hand out of your underwear and up to your chin, tilting your face up to look him in the eye, looking concerned. “But I’m into this, I mean, right now. I’m excited. I just thought I should warn you,” you awkwardly laughed at the end. 

“You promise? Because you know that if you want to stop we will, and I would never be upset or pressure or anything like that,” he spoke sweetly, making your heart flutter. And you did know that, which is why you felt comfortable. Every other time, you felt that if you went past a certain point, you couldn’t say stop. Couldn’t call it off without making whatever guy you were with super mad and then… who knows what would happen. But when Jared spoke those words, you believed him. 

“I promise. And I know you’ll stop. But I don’t want you to.” 

With this, he scanned your face one more time for any signs of hesitation, and when he found none, brought you down into another heated kiss. You felt his hand trail from your chin down to your breasts, skimming over your bra, down your stomach and once again to the waistband of your underwear. Only this time he didn’t go under. He stayed on top of the fabric and brought his hand down between your legs, index finger brushing lightly against your core. You barely felt it, and began to worry that you’d once again feel numb. Oftentimes, when guys would touch you or go down on you, you felt nothing. It was like you were broken or something. And you started to become concerned that tonight would be no different. 

But he brought his finger down again, repeating the same movement, only with significantly more pressure this time, and it had you release an involuntary sigh. And instead of removing his finger like he had the first time, he kept it over your clit, drawing firm circles. 

Your mouth dropped open in a silent moan, Jared staring intently at your face. 

“Oh, wow,” you finally breathed. 

“Good?” he asked cockily, wearing a large smirk. He repeated the movement again, drawing a line from your core to your clit, stopping to rub circles. 

“Mmm hmm,” you sighed. He leaned in once more to meet you with the sloppiest, dirtiest kiss you two had shared yet, and it only made you grind your center into his hand. He repeated the action several times over, and you were a writhing mess in minutes. 

He brought a finger under your waistband once more, stretching the elastic out before letting it snap lightly against your skin. “Let’s take these off, hmm?” You’d never stood up so fast in your life, practically ripping the panties off of you, taking your bra off with it. Jared stood up to remove his shorts, but stopped to stare. 

“What?” you questioned shyly, moving to cover up.

“You’re literally the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” 

The boy quite literally had heart eyes for you. 

“Oh,” you responded meekly, cheeks heating up. When you kept looking back at him, he seemed to snap back into the moment and hurriedly ripped off his shorts and underwear, sitting back on the couch and opening his arms for you. You moved to straddle his hips the same way as before, and he brought his arms around to embrace you as you shared another heated kiss. One of his hands moved up to cup your breast, thumb rolling over your nipple as if you were made of glass. Jared pulled his mouth off of yours and trailed his lips down the side of your face, to your jaw, and down onto your neck, suckling lightly and leaving wet kisses. You tilted your head to the side to give him better access, and brought one of your hands down between you two to grasp him. He shuddered, only grabbing your hips and bringing you impossibly closer. His other hand trailed down to your center once more, going straight to your core and gathering the slight wetness there before bringing his finger up to your clit and circling. With your underwear out of the way, you felt almost lightheaded at his touch. You never knew how girls could cum during sex before, because you never seemed to feel much at all unless it was pain, but with how aroused you were right now and Jared’s movements, you thought for the first time that you may actually be able to finish. People do say that 90% of sex is mental, and you guessed this is what they meant. The more into it you are, the more physical sensation you actually feel. Groundbreaking. 

“Can I finger you?” he murmured huskily into your neck. 

You tensed slightly at this, but trusted him. If you said stop, he would. “Ok, just go slow.”

“Of course,” he responded before placing a sweet kiss on your shoulder and bringing his index finger back to your core, swirling around the entrance a few times. You took a few deep breaths to relax your muscles, and he looked at you, wordlessly asking, Ready? You nodded, and he slipped his finger in, just to the first knuckle, and held it still while he brought his thumb to your clit and continued rubbing. When he noticed you visibly relax, he slipped his finger in further to the second knuckle, stopping for a few seconds, and then all the way. He kept it here again, giving you time to adjust or tell him to stop, all the while keeping you stimulated with his thumb. It felt really good. Well, you didn’t exactly feel his finger at all, which was better than pain, and his thumb was making you crazy. Your breathing was labored at this point, eyebrows furrowed as you held onto his shoulders, nails digging in and sure to leave scratches. He pressed the finger inside of you onto your front wall suddenly, massaging the ridges firmly, and you let out a moan. Your first real moan ever. And damn did it get Jared excited. He continued this motion again and again, building in intensity and pressure slowly. When he felt how wet you had become, he pulled his finger back out to the first knuckle, and added his middle finger next to it, sliding them both back in slowly so as not to hurt you. Your eyes widened at the stretch, but it didn’t hurt. It felt amazing. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered to yourself, before moaning once more as his fingers began the ‘come-hither’ motion once more. 

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, concerned at your cursing. 

“No, feels so good,” you moaned, and he smiled at this, increasing the pressure even more. Your eyes screwed shut, hips stuttering over his hand, letting him finger fuck you for several more minutes as you began to feel a tightening in your stomach. He brought his thumb off of your clit finally, adjusting his hand for a better angle and bringing his other hand off of your waist and up to his mouth, licking his thumb and bringing that down to your clit, resuming the tight circles. You could hear how wet you were, feeling too good to be embarrassed. The heat in your stomach was building, spreading. You felt your legs begin to shake, muscles begin to tighten around his fingers, and your eyes screwed shut as you opened your mouth in a silent scream and came. The waves of pleasure washed over you for a long time, Jared slowing his movements down so as not to overstimulate you. When you finally opened your eyes again, you were panting, legs feeling like Jello. Jared was staring at you with a look of absolute awe on his face, mouth agape and dick rock hard, red, and leaking precum. He was more turned on than he had ever been from actual sex before, and it was only from watching you. 

“Fuck, baby that was so hot,” he all but moaned. 

You reached down to grasp him, panting a “your turn.” 

He grabbed both your wrists, stopping you. “Nuh uh, this is about you. Lie the fuck down.”

You gasped, his dominant tone turning you on despite your recent climax. You both knew that if you were even slightly uncomfortable, things would stop immediately. But it was fun for both of you to let him be a little aggressive. You did as told, lying long ways across the couch cushions, Jared moving to kneel between your legs, moving your knees softly apart so he could look at all of you. You didn’t feel insecure being exposed like this. You felt excited. 

“Are you absolutely sure you wanna do this?” he questioned. 

“I have never been more sure, Jared baby, I want to,” you pleaded. This was enough for him, so he brought his dick down to line up with your entrance, rubbing the tip up and down a few times to collect your wetness. He was worried that there wouldn’t be enough lubricant, so he brought a hand up to his mouth and spit, rubbing the saliva on his cock. 

“You just wait ‘til we get some real lube and a real fucking bed, Princess. You won’t be able to walk for days.” You shuddered at the thought of this, and of the sensation of his dick rubbing around your clit and back down to your entrance. He pushed in slightly, letting the tip in before pausing and checking your face for any signs of pain. When he found none, he pushed in slightly more, and more. He was being extremely slow, and you appreciated it. Guys normally would just shove themselves inside, not giving you any time to adjust before pounding away. But Jared was careful, despite how turned on you knew he was. He still had your best interest in mind. Within a couple of minutes, he was fully seated inside of you, staying still until you told him to move. He brought his face down to give you a sweet kiss, waiting for you to give him the signal. 

After a few seconds, you didn’t feel any sort of stinging or pain, so you nodded, saying “Just start slow.” 

“Of course,” he replied genuinely. He pulled his hips back just a few inches, before slowly grinding them back into yours. You closed your eyes, focusing on keeping your muscles loose and relaxed as he continues this movement a few more times. The next time he pushed in, he ground his hips further into yours, hitting the deepest parts of you. This had you release a gasp, eyes opening to meet his. “Okay?” he questioned. 

“Yes.” 

He did this several more times, letting you get used to the feeling of him being so deep inside of you, before your hips began to grind back into his. It felt really good. When he noticed this, he began pulling his hips back more, pushing back in slightly faster, and this had you moaning. You threw your head back, back arched, just enjoying the sensations. Your hands were grasping at his shoulders, definitely leaving scratch marks. 

“Oh my God,” you whispered. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he responded, planting sloppy kisses to your neck and collar bone. “Baby, I’m not gonna last much longer.” 

You smiled at this, glad he was enjoying it as much as you were. “Go ahead, cum for me,” you spoke, and your words had him right on the edge. He pulled out of you quickly, hand fisting his cock as he stared at your sweaty, writhing body below him. He came hard, spilling onto your stomach as he growled out, the sound making your toes curl, almost animalistic. You both remained in this position as you came down, breaths labored and eyes barely open. He stood up fully off of the couch and reached for the flimsy blanket on the floor, using it to wipe off your stomach. He threw it into the corner of the room and lay down next to you on the couch, gathering you up into his arms to cuddle. 

“Did you have a good time?” he asked almost nervously after a few minutes. 

“Nah, kinda sucked,” you teased, and he let out a playful laugh, lightly shoving you away before pulling you back and planting a kiss on your temple. 

A pause. “For real though,” he prodded, beginning to panic slightly. 

You burst out laughing. “Of course I had a good time, Jared. Best i’ve ever had, if I’m being honest.” 

“Ok good,” he sighed, relieved but trying not to show that you actually had him nervous for a second. 

Another pause. “Did… did you have a good time?” you questioned back at him. 

He seemed almost offended at the question, bringing a hand up to cup your face so that your eyes met his. “Y/N, this was the best night of my entire life. That was perfect. You are perfect. And I’m glad you trusted me enough to do that with you.” 

You felt your eyes sting slightly, emotions running wild. You considered yourself the luckiest girl in the world to be with Jared Cameron. Not only was he totally gorgeous, but kind, hilarious, and great in bed. 

In an effort to switch the tone back to a more playful one, you replied, “Yeah, well I was promised some more fun involving real lube and a real bed so…” 

He tugged you further into him, wrapping his arms around you in a way that made you think he might never let go. He laughed, and said “Oh, you just wait.” 

[astaroth1357]

IT'S RAINING (DEMON) MEN!!!

I asked my sister for a prompt to get my creativity going. She played this song. Nuff said.

Intro:

It's been two months since the MC went back to the human world, and the demon boys are getting desperate to see their human… How desperate are we talking? Desperate enough to try their hands at some questionable sanctioned magic to get themselves to the human world... Good news is, they'll get there!

Just probably not in the way they expected. 🤷‍♀️🤭

Lucifer

He is going to KILL Mammon the next time he gets a hold of him…

He had no intention of taking an impromptu trip to the human world. He actually has clearance to go there when he needs to, thank you, so he didn't need to use any underhanded tricks to go between realms...

But he had made the mistake of walking too carelessly into Mammon's room while looking for a book he stole and stepped on a sigil half-obscured by an old pizza box…

...which is how he ended up falling from the Devildom to the human world at an unimaginable speed. It was like someone was yanking him to the Earth by the goddamn foot!

The unsuspecting MC was just out window shopping when suddenly an empty parked car across the street was utterly decimated by his falling body…

Of course, HE was fine, but that poor car never stood a chance… 😣 They had to help Lucifer pry himself out from the caved-in metal…

While he watched the MC fuss and try to brush all the broken glass off of him, Lucifer had only three things in mind:

(1) They look so cute when they're worried about him for practically no reason...

(2) Since he's already here, he may as well keep them company for… oh, a couple days at least?; and

(3) He was going to punish Mammon slightly less brutally than usual this time… May just fling him into a car too and leave it at that. 😌

Mammon

Okay, Mammon isn't stupid. He can do magic, he swears!!

He's just… rusty. Yeah. That. 🙄

That's the only reason the sigil that he haphazardly drew in his bedroom flung him to the human world like a catapult instead of neatly teleporting him like it was supposed to...

When the MC woke up that morning, they heard something familiar… Sad, pitiful little cries for help from outside their bedroom window….

Really only one person sprang right to their mind.

When they ran out to check, they indeed found Mammon tangled up in a tree like a wooden spider's web... He wasn't even facing upright!

It took them a half hour to detangle their poor demon from the tree… They almost gave up halfway through and had to call the fire department to pull him out like a trapped kitten... 🤦‍♀️

To say that Mammon was pretty clingy after they got him down hardly covers it. They were now his savior! (Yet again)

They had better not have any plans for the next day or two because he's going to want to spend every second he can with them… 

Or at least until Lucifer finds him and drags him back home by the back of the neck… 😰 (Hope they don't mind housing this figurative fugitive for a while…)

Leviathan

So in his defense, he didn't actually think the "Return to Lover" spell he saw on TSL would work, but he got so desperate to see MC again that he half-jokingly tried it one night...

Unfortunately for him, he also forgot that Simeon tends to use a lot of real-world influences in his writing, so… 😥

He hadn't wanted to be dragged to the human world quite so violently, and let's say he is NOT a graceful faller (arm flailing, girly screaming, spinning all over the place, etc.). 

Only when the smell of beach sand and sea salt hit his nose did he begin to calm down a little and get a good look at the surroundings he was hurtling towards… The ocean!

Video game logic dictates that if you land in water, you should be fine, right?? (Well, that's not how it works in real life, but when you're in a super sturdy demon body, there can be expectations 🤷‍♀️)

The MC was not expecting someone to splash down into the water next to them like they fell out of Heaven, nor for them to enter the water with the poise of an Olympic high diver…

They REALLY weren't expecting to see Levi surface beside them, demon form in the all it's sea serpent-y glory, totally stoked that the stupid thought he had actually brought him to them!

… Of course, he also has no idea how to get back, but who actually cares about that?? Lucifer will figure out he's not in his room eventually. For now, there wasn't anything in the ocean or beyond that could separate the MC from their adorkable otaku… 🤭

Satan

Okay. Teleportation magic is hard. Very, very hard. It basically requires bypassing several different physical laws by breaking down one's essence into a transmigrational-uh...

Whatever, the point is it's difficult, and mistakes happen even to the best of us.

Satan genuinely thought he triple-checked the symbols on his sigil… He must have made a crooked stroke or forgot a step in completing the seal properly… Either way, the spell he intended to bring him right to MC might have made a… slight miscalculation.

Rather than effortlessly stepping out beside them, he found himself hurtling towards the human world like a falling comet… If he hadn't known a few spells that could slow down his fall, he'd have had a pretty nasty meet with the ground... 😣

The MC was visiting a local park when pretty much everyone in their vicinity heard the sound of trees rapidly snapping nearby. At first, they were concerned it was a large animal… and then Satan stumbled out covered in twigs and leaves!

They, of course, ran over to see if he was alright, and the cheeky bastard just denied that anything had gone wrong. "Apparently," this was all according to plan… 

(Truthfully, he'd rather call Mammon some unsung genius than admit that he got the spell wrong, even if it was complex… 🙄)

Truthfully, Satan wasn't going to try making a return sigil for a while, so at least he and MC could be together for a time! Do they know if there were any cat cafes nearby??

Asmodeus

Asmo was PISSED at Solomon, furious even because he wouldn't help him sneak away to go see his beloved human! Didn't he know how hard the distance was on him?? The nerve!!! 😤

So, to him, it only seemed fair to steal some of the sorcerer's tomes and equipment… If he wouldn't help him in person, he could at least (unknowingly) do so in spirit!

… He just wasn't expecting the spells to be that difficult. Asmo is decent enough at magic, but some of those explanations were honestly beyond him… They bordered well into Satan or even Lucifer territory...

He tried his best, he really did, but the gentle teleportation that he was after actually flung him to the human world like he had been shot out of a cannon…! And while it was raining in the human world too!! 😫

The MC was walking home in the rain, umbrella and everything, when they heard screaming from the sky...

Thankfully, Asmo remembered just enough magic to cushion his fall… But that didn't save him from landing right into a massive puddle right next to the MC, effectively soaking them both.

On any other day, he'd have been angry that his expensive clothes were covered in rainwater, but that day? The second he saw the MC was there (and also tastefully soaked in water 😏), he just flung himself at them with a squeal of delight!

The MC had to convince him to let them get inside before they got too cold, but every step of the way was full of laughter and cuddles between the two of them...

Asmo would have to call Solomon to fess up to his theft, but hey, he got to see MC out of it! The bruised tailbone and ruined clothes were more than worth a treat like that.

Beelzebub

Beel genuinely wasn't intending to go to the human world; he really wasn't. He hated the distance like everyone else, but he knew better than to mess with magic that dangerous…

What happened was that he was walking by Satan's room one day and he smelt something inside… apples. A lot of them. He just couldn't help himself…

He didn't know that Satan was using those apples as test subjects for his teleportation magic… Unfortunately, the first fruit that he grabbed actually put him right smack dab in the middle of an incomplete sigil…

Beel kind of blacked out for whatever happened during the next part, it happened really fast, but it was the smell of more apples that woke him back up… and pears, peaches, pineapples, plums-

It's a farmer's market. Beel fell into the apple stand of a farmer's market….

The MC was out shopping there when they heard two things: the screams of shock and horror from the end of the market and a familiar voice shouting, "I'M HUNGRY!!!"

Of course they ran towards the screaming, defying all survival instincts (because who else are we talking about here?) and found Beel, mid-rampage, eating every scrap of food he could get his hands on…

But he actually stopped when he heard them shout his name. That's right, he stopped eating right then and there to turn and see them in the crowd... Oh, the smile that popped up on his face could have reignited a sun!

Beel had no idea how he got there and even less idea of getting back, so the MC had to eventually call Lucifer. They did get to spend the day with their gentle giant, though! (Just don't mention the massive bill for all the fruit he ate… 😣)

Belphegor

So here's the story. Belphie was sleeping in the library, as he sometimes does, and the next thing he knew, he was free-falling through the sky.

No, he didn't know what happened either. Maybe he rolled onto a stray sigil Satan left behind. Perhaps he was accidentally summoned to the human world. Mayhaps he even dreamed about MC so hard that it broke a rift in space-time to try and bring the two together... 

Who the hell knows? His more pressing concern was less how he got up there and more where he would end up.

Unfortunately for him, all he could see below him was a human residential area, and even worse yet, it looked like he was hurtling towards someone's roof… The MC's roof, to be exact!

MC was incredibly lucky to have already been up and starting their morning routine when the seventh-born came crashing onto their bed. Who knows how much damage he could have done if he had landed on them...??

That didn't change their shock to see Belphie, covered in plaster and wood fragments, sitting himself up while looking more annoyed to have been woken up than that he… you know... crashed through their roof...

He was grateful to have popped up close to them because it would have been pretty awkward to land in some random human's room. The MC was… less enthused that they now had some significant repairs to do.

Smooth-talker he is, Belphie not only managed to convince them that Lucifer would take care of the payment (which he would) but also not to call him just yet. Not until he could get himself cleaned off and maybe have a nap or two… Say, they weren't going anywhere today, right? Good. 😏

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[whump-a-la-mode]

Hero and villain falling into a river together. Villain is unconscious or hurt or something so hero gets them both outta the water. They then have to figure out how to heal villain and survive in the woods.

This has the tiniest bit of angst but is mostly some fluff! This is a super interesting prompt, I hope I did it justice.

Also I’ve never seen Lost in my life.

CW//Car accidents, very unsafe driving, driving off a bridge, blood, broken legs

Nobody liked backseat drivers.

As removed from the life of a normal civilian as they were, Hero still knew that fact quite well. Powers or not, they had had plenty of experience with know-it-all acquaintances and overbearing relatives who had decided that their driving abilities could use improvement in one way or another.

Yes, backseat driving was bothersome. But that was all it was. It wasn’t dangerous.

Having two front seat drivers at once, however? Yeah, that was dangerous.

“Let go!” Villain cried out, wrenching the steering wheel to the right, threatening to throw the vehicle into a tailspin. Their position was as awkward as it was uncomfortable, kneeling in the passenger’s seat, stretched out over the center console, shoulders forcing Hero against the driver’s side door.

“You’re gonna make us crash, you daft idiot!” The hero protested, quite literally butting heads with their adversary. They, by all accounts, had the right to the steering wheel, considering the fact that they were quite literally sitting in the driver’s seat. Yet, their arms were locked in a furious tangle with Villain’s, struggling with white-hued knuckles to simply grip the damn wheel.

“You’re going to make us crash!”

“No, you are!”

“Let go of the damn wheel!”

“No!”

The two jerked the steering back and forth, back and forth, sending the car lurching back and forth like a bucking bronco.

Hero’s panicked gaze flickered in between their nemesis and the world outside the windshield. Alarms howled and metal crunched as traffic veered out of the way of the oncoming vehicle, shuddering as it was as its tires were jerked from ninety degree angle to ninety degree angle, back and forth and back and forth.

“You’re gonna kill someone!” Villain’s mouth was close enough to the hero’s face that they could feel their hot breath on their cheek.

“You do that all the time!”

“Do not!”

Despite the less-than-ideal technique with which it was being driven, the car was moving, and moving quickly. It screeched down the city’s central highway, striking traffic cones and trash cans and curbs, all in equal measure, in its rampage.

“Left!”

“Right!”

The car continued straight as both ‘drivers’ exerted as much force as they could manage onto its wheel. A pedestrian dove out of the way of the oncoming, trundling brick of metal and rubber, narrowly missing a terrible fate beneath its wheels.

For a split second, the vehicle was rendered airborne as it struck a particularly large bump in the asphalt.

“You’re going to get us both killed!” Villain snapped.

“No, you are!”

“You don’t even know-”

“What don’t I know?!”

“What street the fucking drawbridge is on, dumbass!”

Within Hero’s chest, fury was replaced by freezing, liquid cold.

“If you would have just turned left-”

“We needed to go right!”

And, yet, the car continued forwards.

It seemed as though local traffic had gotten the memo regarding the occurrence, as the street before them seemed almost suspiciously clear of vehicles.

“Come on.” Hero insisted. “There’s no way its gonna open now, right? What are the chances?”

“What are the chances that you’re an idiot who can’t see bright flashing warning lights?!”

Now that they thought about it... They had assumed the flashes to simply be from another vehicle, but-

“Shit.”

“You did this!”

“If you would’ve just let me drive-”

The duo of nemeses had their petty argument abruptly cut off by something far, far more important. To be more specific, their argument was interrupted by being in a vehicle, speeding down a road-- a road that had decided, at that very moment, to split in two. At the drawbridge’s side, a massive ferry boat honked its disapproval.

“We have to turn around, shit!” Villain hissed.

Before them, the solid, grey asphalt cracked to reveal the dark, murky depths below.

“We can’t turn around, dumbass! There’s no time!”

The villain jerked the wheel to the side, but was quickly countered. Regardless of the struggles of either side, the vehicle was staying on its path.

“Stop the car!” Villain’s foot lurched out, but missed the brake on account of its awkward position. Hero gritted their teeth-- their nemesis was practically laying on top of them!

“There’s no time!”

“Of course there’s time! What are you talking about!”

The gap was growing wider.

“We’re going too fast, we’ll never make it. We need to jump!”

“You’re insane!”

“You’re insane!”

“Slow down!”

“Speed up!”

“Stop it!”

“Keep going!”

The car stayed at the exact same speed as the knot of limbs fought amongst itself. The accelerator was struck, then the brakes, then the gas, then the pedal.

And neither driver got their way.

With a pair of screaming fools inside, the car jumped the gap, and plunged into the river below.

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Its easy to see cars as unstoppable, unbeatable things. Able to crush and destroy with a driver’s slight wrong twitch. Hunks of contorted, twisted metal, more than willing to maim.

And, on land, perhaps those things were true. But underwater?

The car screeched as its hood slammed into the riverbed, crumpling to a tin can with the impact alone. Contorted into a far smaller form, the river’s current swept the metal brick alone with far greater ease.

Above, the world rushed by at a million miles an hour.

Below the river’s surface, it crept along in slow motion, because Villain was not moving.

Oh, god, they weren’t moving.

Hero couldn’t care less about the alarms, the screeching lights that surrounded them. Every safety precaution had been long forgotten, they were far, far past the point of precaution.

Their nemesis was thrown around the passenger’s seat, no seatbelt or consciousness to aid in keeping them in place. The hero struggled to move closer to them, but found themself just as much beholden to the vehicle’s whims.

The car slammed once more into something, a spiderwebbing crack launching across the windshield. Water began to hiss through the fissures.

They couldn’t stay in here. The car would do more to harm them than protect them. The red, sticky fluid staining the back of Villain’s head made that fact more than apparent.

Hero sucked in an anxious breath.

They spent every day of their existence saving lives, but this was different. This was Villain.

But, letting harm come to them was out of the question.

Their nemesis was surprisingly light-- though that could have been just the adrenaline talking. With one arm, they drug the unconscious villain to their lap, holding them firmly to their chest, trying to ignore the red trickling down their neck, and the way their leg didn’t seem to quite be moving right.’

Another breath, this one deep and shuddering.

Their life as a hero would do nothing for them, here. Desperately, they struggled for civilian knowledge. An old PSA came to mind. As a kid watching it on TV it had always seemed ridiculous, but-

Wait till the car is completely submerged. That was already well taken care of.

Aid unconscious passengers. Check.

Undo or cut all seatbelts. They had been too stupid to wear any.

Then... Then open the door, and swim to the surface.

Open the door.

Open the door.

Just do it! Okay, on three.

1...

2...

3.

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Villain was soaking wet.

It was the first thing they managed to notice as they struggled to jolt upright, only to find that they were already positioned in such a way.

Before their eyes were even fully open, a new instinct wracked them: The intense desire to cough. It was not an urge they could resist, and, soon, their chest was wracked as they struggled to...

Water. Water, coughing from their lungs.

They blinked, managing to open their eyes on the second attempt. Though, almost immediately, they closed them once more. They stung terribly, stinging with...

Smoke?

It was confusion that allowed them to try a thrice time, squinting to protect their eyes.

Yes, it was smoke! Grey and heavy, twisting through the air. The fire presented itself just as quickly-- small and contained, to their good fortune. An equally fortunate wind turned the singing smoke from their face, allowing them to fully see the world around them.

Trees and dirt-- a thick wood, all tangled in on its own biomass, hardly allowing them to see the dark, heavy sky hanging above.

Oh, and Hero was there.

Villain blinked, then, once their mind remembered what surprise was, yelped.

“Um...”

“Morning.” Hero lifted a hand, waving from where they sat, on the ground, behind the campfire.

“I didn’t realize you were a boy scout.”

“I’m not.”

“Then...”

“I just watched a lot of Lost.”

The hero’s gaze drifted downwards, to Villain’s legs, outstretched before them. Their own gaze followed.

A stick. On the side of their leg, secured with taut vines, was a big ass stick.

“You...”

“They did it on Lost!”

“Where are... Where are we?”

“No clue.” Hero shook their head. “But, you’re in no condition to go anywhere with that leg.”

“Then... why are you here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your legs are fine.”

“Yeah, I know. But you’re hurt.”

“You hate me.”

“Really?” Hero raised a brow. “No one told me.”