#ignore my shaky hands they always get shaky when im trying to be precise

[mellohd]

LOOK WHAT I HAVE CREATED!!

HES SMALLER THAN MY TAROT DECK 😭😭

HES SO CUUUUTTTEE

[gremlin-writes-angst]

Hello can I have a mha matchup please 💕

A fight drabble, were you choose the ending

She/her, bi

Personality: I am very empathetic, always trying to keep the people around me happy (even if I'm not in the end) I hate disappointing people so I can over work myself sometimes. Mostly I am kind and polite, but a I get very sassy moments (I can also be very sarcastic). Im also kind of reserved when I first meet someone and it can take me awhile to show my fun, goofy, happy side to them

Love language: physical touch

I want someone who has a good scenes of humor, is kind and friendly, who can match my level of dork also 😂 and who won't judge me ( and also give me food and cuddles)

Cute things I would want to so with a partner: take random pict of each other, do face mask with each other, do stupid things at 3 am

I have no gender preference ( and I don't care if I get matched up with a hero or villain)

I kin deku, kirishima, akaashi, and armin

I like reading books, writing, listening to music (mostly kpop). I also like to go exploring like in the forest or even abandoned places I also love cooking and baking (more so baking tbh)

sometimes I stop in the middle of talking because I think I talk to much (I've been told many times that I do so I just try not to really talk in a way)i play with my hands a lot, I have a really high pitched (idk sorta cute?) sneeze, I can be very clumsy (I literally tripped on air once😂) when I do something scary my hands shaky after I've done the scary thing (if that makes any sense)

For this event, I match you with Denki and Bakugou. Denki matches most, if not all of your wants in a relationship and for Bakugou it was mostly a match because of your kins and that opposites attract and because I think Bakugo is a great match for a fight drabble.

For this drabble, the characters are aged up to about 19-20, and they’re about to go to their first hero gala as pro-hero’s, and they need dates.

“ Back off dunce face”

Bakugou was currently holding you by the elbow. Less than five minutes ago he was as timid as you could imagine him. When Denki interrupted the two of you, you could feel the change in his bones. Something about Denki, in this specific moment, set Bakugou into a panic. You couldn’t think of why the two have fought in both mentally and physically, and Bakugou has one in almost all battles, so his sudden fear doesn’t make that much sense

What you don’t know is that this battle isn’t one of brain or muscles, but your heart.

The two blondes fell for you, naturally. they both had their reasons, their own moment that made them fall for you, the things that make their hearts beat faster than doctors would consider healthy.

Your two admires just so happened to be close friends. One night when Denki and Bakugo were hanging out with each other along with you, Mina, Sero, Jirou, and Kirishima. It wasn’t a shock that mina was pressuring each member to talk about their love life, past present, or future. That night Bakugo talked about the person he was interested in he was confident, he even talked about how he planned to ask her out to the hero gala coming up. When Denki talked of his crush he wasn’t smug like Bakugo but he was confident, but he rambled. His rambling was something that Bakugou would normally ignore but Bakugo started to make connections between Denkis crush and his own.

Eventually, Bakugou pulled Denki aside and basically forced the name out of Denki. Denki saw the look on Bakugous face when your name left his lips, he knew that Bakugou didn’t like that answer, and that’s how the two realized that their eyes were set on the same person.

Both parties became worried though they both seem like confident men but their confidence was easily disrupted. Both of them thinking that they would be your second choice, making them rethink their approach

Bakugou had precisely thought that he was all set to go on asking you out, that he had all the time in the world, but now there was a challenger, a nice, flirty challenger. Bakugo knew he needs to act fast if he wanted to be the one at your side at the hero gala. So the Monday after the group hang out, Bakugou rushed to you, that’s how you got to your current moment

You watched as Bakugou rushed toward you, you began to panic even though you are close to him, he still is strong and scary. And when he pointed at you, it did not make you feel better.

“You are going to the gala with me”

Bakugo yelled at you, you know that you never agreed to go to the gala with him or anyone else. And though you wouldn’t mind going to the gala with him, you don’t like that he’s telling you, and not asking.

He could see it on your face that what he said and how he said it wasn’t okay, and he wants to be more than ok so he tries again.

“I’m sorry, Can we talk? Like in a private area” You agreed, he grabbed your wrist pulling you into a private location in the building. When he grabbed you it was more aggressive than necessary. The reason behind that was that Bakugou saw that Denki was watching, and ready to interrupt, and Bakugou needs more time.

Once in the private hallway, Bakugo looked around as if this was a mission and a villain was around the corner, after he was done with securing the space he faced you, his hands on your arms.

He avoids eye contact with you and begins to talk

“I like you and I would like to know if you would accompany me to the hero gala”

His head is still tilted down, as you replay

“But what about the person you were gonna ask, the one you talked about on Friday? Did they reject you?”

The last part had some mockery tone behind it, trying to hide the slight hurt that you might be his second choice.

He looked at you the same one he does at Denki when he says something unimaginably stupid. Looking into your eyes and responding in a serious tone

“You are the person I was talking about, idiot. And I hope you don’t reject me”

The last part wasn’t meant for your ears, but you heard them anyways and they brought a smile to your face, you were about to replay when you felt Bakugous hand tighten around your elbow, pulling you closer to him.

“ Back off dunce face”

You realized that it was Denki by the nickname that was spat from Bakugous mouth. When Denki interrupted the two of you, you could feel the change in his bones. Something about Denki, in this specific moment, set Bakugou into a panic. You couldn’t think of why, sure this moment was internment but Bakugou was overreacting a bit, especially for smug Bakugou.

“No”

Denki responded to Bakugous demand, not a lot of people had the guts to say no to Bakugo in any situation, and here Denki was saying no when the air around Bakugo was unbearably tension

“No? It wasn’t a question, get out of here before I blow your face off”

Bakugo raided his hand, ready to send explosions Denkis way

“Go for it, she’ll still choose me over a jerk like you”

You were ready for Bakugo to leap toward Denki, but he didn’t and you wondered why

It’s because Bakugo believes Denki, he thinks that Denki is better for you. And he knows that attacking Denki will only prove that point

“Tch whatever, they already agreed to go with me”

You are shocked and you are not sure if you should even be. You pull your arm out of his grip and stand up for yourself.

“ I did not”

You roll your eyes as Denki interjects

“Yeah from what I remember, you didn’t even ask, you basically threatened her to go with you”

You and Bakugou both replay at one

“I did not”

“He did not”

You and Bakugo both blush at the way you two synced together while Denki interjects

“Well, he definitely didn’t ask?”

You were about to speak up when Denki steps forward and softly hold one of your hands with both his hands

“But I will. You were the person I was gushing over on Friday y/n, your the person I want to have by my side. So y/n, Will you do me the honor of accompanying me to my first hero gala?”

The whole time he looks into your eyes with his own, he seems to be full of sparkles, waiting for your answer

You which your options but don’t get far before Bakugou interrupts

“Just say yes, don’t try and pity me”

Bakugo goes to exit the hallway when you grab his hand, stopping him. He turns to face you, you’re now holding both of the boy’s hands, and looking at them

“Cant I say yes to both of you”

The two answer at the same time

“Yes”

“No”

Denki just wants you to go with him and doesn’t mind having to share, where Bakugou still thinks it’s out of pity.

“Well I either go with both of you or none of you”

The two switch answers, over and over until they both agree to both be your dates. But Bakugo still has some questions

“I don’t have to be his date though. Full offense but Denkis, not my type.”

Bakugo asks, his last sentence full of venom

“ back at you”

Denki replays, though there is almost no malice in his voice, he said it like Bakugou just called him hot, and not an insult

“No, I just need more time to decide what’s best for me, you or Denki, or someone else, I might just be better alone at the moment. And I think you guys should think about that too. You both seem to need to learn to love your selves.

[kitkat4406]

TW- some swears, a joking mention of intercourse, intrusive thoughts, flirting that is very much unwanted, mention of blood, mention of death, kidnapping, murderous type of thoughts

Pairings- Logan x Remus eventually

Part six > Part eight

Logan isn’t a yandere I swear-

“So, how’d it go?” Virgil asked with a grin. Remus smiled softly, then frowned, looking at his phone. He sighed, grabbing the phone and answering it.

“Hello?” Remus answered. His face fell, frowning and looking down at the floor. “I’m aware.” He listened to the male for a moment. “Do- sorry” he got cut off. “Im working on it geez” He muttered, hanging up. He sighed, running his hands through his hair. Virgil simply raised a brow.

“Your boss again?” He asked. Remus simply nodded.

“The fucking prick, doesn’t realize how long it takes to write a goddamn book.” He hissed. “Like seriously! It takes months to years! I’ve had three months!” Remus snapped. Virgil blinked at him. He was used to these things. Remus often would snap, yelling at anything he could, which would eventually get turned into motivation for his book. Virgil just let him go off, knowing it would help. Virgil knew he would also stay up late that night. Virgil only hoped he would be able to finish the book. Maybe...

“How about we go work on it then? I can help you out some yeah?” He suggested. Remus nodded with a sigh.

“Yeah, alright”

“Virgil” Remus whined. Virgil rolled his eyes with a laugh.

“What now Remus?” He hummed. Virgil looked at him.

“I’m so bored!” He groaned. “I don’t have to write anymore and so I’m obviously taking a break” he muttered. “But now I’m bored,” he said, looking up and over at Virgil. Virgil smiled.

“Can I borrow your phone?” He hummed, holding his hand out. Remus looked at him suspiciously, before nodding slowly, handing it over. Virgil gave a sly smile, snatching the phone from him. “Thank you!” He laughed, quickly texting on it. Remus sat up.

“What are you doing?” Virgil raised a brow with a smirk.

“There happens to be a certain nerd of yours that’s free today” he grinned. Remus blushed.

“Give it back!” Remus scrambled, getting up and diving for Virgil.

“Nope! Not until I set you up a date!” Virgil laughed, running right out of Remus’ reach. Remus sputtered.

“We aren’t dating!” Remus yelled, getting up again, chasing him.

“Yet!” He laughed.

“We aren’t dating anytime soon either!!” He yelled, blushing at the thought. Virgil laughed.

“Here you are!” Virgil giggled, throwing the phone back to him. Remus caught it with a slight stumble, looking down at the texts.

“You planned it for in an hour!?” Remus yelled. “I have no time to get ready! I need to shower and change and then bus to town! You ass!” Remus yelled, blushing. Virgil snickered.

“I mean, he’s taking a bus closer to here, so you have a bit of time” Virgil hummed.

“He’s what!?” Remus said loudly. Virgil smiled, rolling his eyes.

“Calm yourself” He chuckled. “You're just going on a walk closer to your house, going for lunch too” Remus groaned.

“I hate you,” he grumbled.

“No you don’t” Virgil laughed, “hope you don’t mind me stealing your food!” Remus rolled his eyes.

“Sure sure sure!” Remus yelled, running to take a shower.

“Are you done freaking out? You’ll be late” Virgil shrugged. Remus whined.

“Don’t remind me!” He muttered, pushing him playfully. “Where are we meeting?”

“We?” Virgil laughed. “No, you’re, meeting him down the block at that cafè that I like” Remus scrubbed at his eyes.

“You're so- so- unbearable” he said, a gentle groan coming from the man.

“I try,” Virgil hummed, smiling.

“Shut up” Remus whispered, “don’t trash the place please!” Remus called, putting his shoes on.

“Why so you can bring Logan back to have sex?” Virgil called after him. Remus blushed.

“Get your head out the gutter!” He said loudly, closing the door behind him, grumbling to himself. His face was redder than a ripe tomato. Remus took a deep breath, shaking himself out and going down to the street, walking to the cafè. He tried to ignore the looks and sneering from the people around him as he walked past. After all, he had done some small eye makeup for fun, but now he was regretting it, tempted to find somewhere to wash it off.

“Holy-“ A person stopped, looking at Remus. Remus shrunk in on himself a little. “Sorry- you just look really adorable-“ they chuckled. Remus blushed out of embarrassment, and held his arm tightly. He felt trapped, for some reason. Even though he was out in the open. Why weren’t there people around? Why was it only this guy? “Do you- you wanna go get a drink?” Remus shook his head quickly, walking past them.

“N-No thanks-“

“Oh come on- I’m a helpless gay and your just adorable-“

“I-I really don’t have time, sorry” Remus whispered, pace increasing. Run, run, run, trapped, scared, bad news. Remus yelped as he ran into someone, stumbling backwards and to the side. He held himself and went to continue walking when a hand grabbed his arm. Run, run, danger, they’ll kill you, run run run run ru-

“Remus?” He heard Logan ask softly. Remus looked up quickly, seeing the man he knew as Logan. Worry coating his features. “Are you alright?” He asked, looking between Remus and the other person who was slowly connecting dots it seemed. Remus hesitated, trembling softly. “Was…” Logan looked at the person. “We’re they bothering you?” He asked, something flickering in his eyes. Remus nodded slowly, trying to calm himself. Logan’s eyes narrowed, and he moved with deadly precision, right in front of the person, towering over him. Remus’ ears made a white noise sound, and he took a shaky breath. Calm down, he told himself, backing against the wall and sitting down. He held his head in his hands and breathed deep breaths.

“Are you alright now?” Logan asked softly. Remus looked up, nodding.

“Yeah… sorry” he muttered, looking away.

“Why are you apologizing? You’ve done nothing wrong. Panicking when you're in potential danger is a natural reaction” Logan said with a soft smile, offering a hand to help Remus up. Remus took it, getting up with a soft sigh.

“Yeah…” he muttered. “Still- I should- would have dealt….” he mumbled. “Thank you though, for- yeah- '' He said with a tiny laugh at his awkwardness. Logan simply smiled, shaking his head.

“No need for thank yous, I’ll protect you whenever you need… there’s no cost or anything for me to care about you” Logan smiled. Remus took a moment to process before blushing terribly.

“I’m going to die of blushing with you I swear-“ he whispered, covering his face. Logan laughed, a quiet but endearing laugh. Remus wasn’t sure if he could die of blushing but he was sure he had to have been close. Logan shook his head.

“You can’t die from blood flow to the face, and in your case, neck and ears” Logan smiled. Remus gave a half hearty glare, shaking his head.

“You know what I mean-“

“Do I?” Logan asked, holding a hand in front of his mouth to conceal his slight laughter. Remus groaned.

“I can’t with you” he grumbled, smiling nonetheless.

Logan sighed, grimacing at the blood that had splattered on his cheek, wiping it away. “Always so messy…” he hummed, looking down at the grave. “Sorry Page… I needed room is all” He sighed, taking his gloves off carefully, folding them in on themselves to make sure no blood would escape onto him or into his bag. “Now that’s taken care of” he stretched. “Let’s go find this man…” Logan said, his eyes narrow. He pulled his file out of his bag. He pouted a bit at the lack of information. It had been put together hastily, only getting the look of the male. Along with a potential name. He looked at the picture he had, his blood boiling. He hurt him. Hurt him. Get pay back. He hurt Remus. Logan took a deep breath, sighing. “Let’s go find this Brandon fellow…”

Logan groaned a bit as Brandon punched him in a panic, the pain already ebbing away. “Y-You- get away-!” He yelled, Logan laughed.

“Get away? Why Brandon? You seem so happy to pester people who are clearly uncomfortable” Logan chided with a laugh. “Can’t stand your own game?” He asked, pushing him down into the muddy alley way street next to his back door.

“What are you even talking about!” He yelled, scrambling backwards. Logan just laughed, hearing his heartbeat in his ears, a satisfied feeling in his chest settling.

“Why, I’m talking about how you harassed my date” Logan growled. “And I don’t take lightly to that…”

“Well” Logan huffed. “Aren’t you just a pain in the ass” he muttered, looking at the now sleeping Brandon. “Sleep awhile,” he laughed. “Enjoy your stay while you're at it, I’m sure it’ll be very fun for you” he said with a glint in his eyes. He left, locking the door behind him and going to take a much needed shower.

These types of things were always so messy...

[gingerwritess]

Ok so first of all just read your latest installment of predating idiots and OMG IM IN LOVE, as always when I read your fics!😍 you were asking for ideas and my brain spit out a random piece of crap, feel free to hate it.... maybe Loki/Laing has another patient, that requires a LOT of magic to heal, and he uses so much effort in that his illusion starts to fade and reader sees his scars again and patches him up I guess? Angsty, soft, want to trust each other but afraid? Feel free to hate it😂

GASP i love it !!! thank you for sending this in! (combined with a request for “fingertips trailing over a bare shoulder blade” from @grufflepuff !)

part 15 FINALLY of predating idiots, featuring much idiocy, lots of cluelessness, and slow progression towards understanding

warning: includes mentions of Loki’s past abuse, descriptions of injuries, blood

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Robert Laing, as you are slowly finding out, has gathered quite the reputation among Stark employees.

Scattered whispers of saving a life, curing a disease, even reattaching limbs float among the break rooms and bathroom sinks, following you everywhere you try to escape.

Whether any of that is true or just a rumour started by the “doctor” himself, you don’t care.

Loki is…confusing. Not someone you should be worrying about when rebuilding your life is looking up, your professional life seems to be doing well, and someone even left a gift card for the bakery you frequent on your desk.

You’re guessing Marcus, one of your guards. The one who holds the doors for you—“not because you can’t,” he’d assured you, “just because I can.”

Your romantic life can’t possibly be on the rise, too, when everything else is going so well, right??

The rumours about you have started circulating, too.

Popular opinion decided that you and Dr. Laing never broke up in the first place, so you find yourself back in that fake little relationship—without having talked to the other member in nearly a month.

That does make it easier, though.

Acting is much simpler done solo.

Until, of course, someone comes up and asks you how skydiving over Paris was last weekend and you realise that oh yeah, this fake-relationship has to go two ways.

One of these days, one of you will screw this up.

You just weren’t ready for it to be today, and you always figured it’d be you who screws it up.

—

“I’ve made a mistake.”

You’ve heard that before—and in that case, you were the mistake he was referring to.

“I don’t care,” you reply, not bothering to look up from your laptop.

“Please.”

Figures that he chooses now to come taunt you.

“I’m sick of you, Loki, I’m not joking. Leave.”

All you hear in response is a heavy thud.

“Get out,” you repeat, slamming your hands on the desk as you stand. “I swear to god, I don’t want to hear—oh, my god.”

Fallen to his hands and knees, Loki’s covered in blood.

“What the hell—”

It’s not Loki, but it’s not Laing, either.

You slam the door shut and drop to your knees by his side. “What happened to you?”

“Messed up,” he grunts, eyes squeezed shut. “Can’t go to anyone else.”

Yeah, clearly; he’s half-and-half, right now, if anyone else saw him, there’s no denying who he is. Dark eyebrows furrow in pain over Loki’s blue-green eyes, but his hair is as short as Laing’s—though still as dark as Loki’s.

If he weren’t bleeding through his lab coat, you’d surely make fun of him for it…and desperately ignore how short, curly hair really suits him.

“How do you—uh, what do you want me to do?”

He winces, smashing a fist against the floor with a grunt of pain. “I need a cloth,” he says hoarsely. “Extra shirt, towel, something. Stop the blood.”

Nodding quickly, you hurry to the nearest bathroom and grab a handful of paper towels—they’ll have to do.

For a split-second you pause at the door. Déja vu sends your mind reeling—you’ve been in this situation before.

Loki has crawled to you before, bruised and bloodied, and here he is again.

“If you’re looking for gratitude, mortal, look elsewhere.”

You hear a grating cough from behind the door and steel yourself.

Compassion doesn’t come with gratitude.

You’ve already almost killed him twice now; the least you could do is not make it thrice.

“I need you to sit in a chair,” you say when you slip back through the door, shutting it behind you. “Come on, I’ll help you up.”

Setting the paper towels on the desk, you crouch beside his slumped form and sling his arm over your shoulders, heaving him as best you can into one of the chairs in front of your desk.

His weight falls limp onto your support—like a dead weight. Slumped and defeated.

The bleeding is coming from his back, no doubt from the cuts you saw all those days ago.

“Loki?”

Another grunt.

“I’m going to help you.” You crouch in front of him to meet his pained gaze. “But. You cannot threaten me, wipe my memory, kill me, or anything else to undermine my help after this.”

Slumped forward and gripping his knees to his chest, his eyes remain fixed on yours, silent.

“Is that clear?” Placing a tentative hand on his shoulder, you raise an eyebrow at him. “I don’t trust you, I need to hear you say it.”

He grits his teeth, but croaks out a quiet “I understand” all the same.

“Great,” you smile dryly. “I’m gonna have to touch you, too, I hope that’s okay.”

All you get is a quick nod.

“Can you take your shirt off?”

Coat caked with blood, you take it from him and gingerly dump it in the trash before helping him carefully peel the soaked button-up from his torso.

“No questions,” he chokes, immediately going back to hugging his knees to his chest.

You can’t bring yourself to respond.

This is worse than you could’ve imagined.

“What happened?”

Ignoring his request completely, you quickly whet some of the paper towels and set to work wiping the blood off any unopened patches of skin, as few as there are.

His whole body jerks with each touch, every gentle press on a cut, and he ignores your question just the same.

“Loki,” you say again. “Just tell me what happened this time.”

Something awful, clearly, but surely not as bad as whatever made these scars in the first place. Blood trickles from each of the countless reopened wounds, and he just sits there, silently shaking as if the pain he must be feeling actually feels like nothing at all.

Your heart pounds, and you fear you can’t be soft enough for how badly he’s broken.

“Please, tell me something.”

“I made a mistake.” His voice cracks and wavers, like it might die altogether. “As usual.”

“Did you…blow your cover?”

“Nearly.”

“What happened?”

You know there’s a first aid kit in the bottom drawer of your desk, so you hurry to retrieve it when the blood flow slows, and Loki quietly answers.

“I tried to take another patient. Shrapnel lodged behind the ear, nothing I can’t handle. But people were watching, I–I had too many illusions, I couldn’t—”

“Loki,” you interrupt with a wince, the couple bandages from the kit in hand. “Get rid of all the illusions you’re using.”

“What?”

“I, uh, don’t know how your illusions work.” You tap the back of his head. “But your hair is still short, and that means you’ve still got one on. We should be treating you, just you. No illusions, then maybe you can actually heal.”

You hold your breath—he’ll either do it, or that’ll be the straw to break the camel’s back…

“No questions,” comes the quiet reply.

“No promises.”

He’s silent as the last bits of his energy wash over him.

“Loki.”

“I said no questions.”

Black and blue and purple and yellowed, he’s pale, bruised and lashed to pieces, slouched in front of your desk with his head on his knees, his spine protruding much too prominently from his skeletal frame.

Minutes from death, manifested in a human form.

“Oh, my god,” is all you can manage. You can’t wrap the bandages fast enough, shaking hands holding gauze to the cuts and wrapping the bandages tight around his chest and stomach. “Oh, my god.”

Securing the last bandage, you stumble away from him, still staring in horror at the barely alive form struggling to breathe.

“Don’t look,” he rasps.

You don’t want to, in all honesty, but you round his chair and crouch in front of him, cautiously laying a hand on his arm. He flinches as expected, but slowly lifts his head to look at you.

This isn’t a god.

“Oh, my god.”

“Stop,” he hisses, shoving your hand off his arm. “Stop pitying me, stop, stop it—”

“Shut up,” you order, still gaping at the state of his face, and surprisingly, he does.

Bloody, dotted wounds line his dry, cracked lips, his eyes sunken and bloodshot, lined with yellowed flesh that seems as if it’s been blistered from too much heat. You stare, shamelessly.

“Are you quite done—”

“No.”

Stuck in a horrified trance, you lift a hand towards his face and carefully, gently trace your fingertips along the wounds lining his mouth.

Those ones are peculiar. Small and precise, matched perfectly along the upper lip and under the lower.

Your mind jumps to the worst and you try not to entertain the possibility of needles, but Loki gives a grim laugh.

“Had to silence the silvertongue somehow.”

Your stomach churns just at the thought.

“Who did this to you?”

“That’s not of any importance.”

“This isn’t okay,” you say, a finger moving helplessly to trace down his nose, bruised and looking as though it’s been broken a couple times. “Oh, my god, Loki, you have to tell someone.”

He shakes his head, that same grim smile on his grotesque face. “People only listen to what they want to hear.”

“I–I think they’ll want to hear about this!” You gesture incredulously at, well, all of him. “Obviously someone was using you, tell Thor.”

“No. They wanted an origin story, so I gave them one.”

“But it’s a lie,” you plead, pulling yourself to unsteady feet.

“God of lies.” He points a bony finger at his chest.

Caught up in the shock of his horribly beaten state, you don’t catch the confession.

“Well, y-you need help,” you decide, voice shaky. Your hand ghosts along his shoulder, bringing a wince to the god when you reach his bruised neck. “Can I take you to a hospital?”

“Absolutely not.” Closing his eyes, he takes a couple deep, steadying breaths and the wounds start to fade, some stitching themselves shut. “Please, move your hand.”

You do, quickly pulling your hand back from his neck.

“At least tell me what’s going on.”

“I messed up,” he slowly replies, still focused with eyes closed. “Bit off more than I could stomach.”

“Learning your limits is good,” you offer quietly.

He gives a dry, breathy laugh, hands starting to shake as his skin returns to a normal, healthy colour. “I’m the only one keeping myself alive, at the moment,” he explains. “Between trying to heal, keeping up a facade, and now trying to treat your wounded kind, I’m losing strength.”

You hesitate, unsure as to why he would be admitting that to you.

“Losing the double was a relief.” He’s still talking, eyes shut and a trembling hand brushing over the the needlepoint wounds lining his mouth. “I couldn’t have kept it up much longer anyways.”

“Can’t you talk to Thor?”

“No, I—”

“Why not?”

He shakes his head. “I can’t go back to Asgard.”

“But Thor will understand,” you press again, meeting his gaze when he finally opens his eyes. “He’s your brother, all you have to do is explain what happened to you…don’t laugh.”

Loki just keeps laughing, shaking his head and leaning back in his chair. Cold and humourless, but now falsely stronger.

“He’s not my brother.”

“What do you mean?” You laugh, too, just once and puzzled. “Of course he’s your brother, he talks about you all the time and calls you his brother—”

“I am not of the house of Odin,” Loki whispers, and a sick smile works it’s way onto his face. “If you knew what I am, you would have killed me when I asked you to.”

You steel yourself, gaze hardening against his own.

“No.”

“No?”

“I’m not doing this again.”

His eyebrow lifts—you glare back, no backing down this time.

“Doing…what, exactly?”

“Anything that has to do with you,” you snap.

It’s just more illusions, you know, but he gets so cocky and mean and cold when the facade is up. Always after you finish patching him up and send him back on his way.

The god smiles.

“I’m sick of you taking advantage of me,” you quickly blurt before he can say anything. “A–and I don’t get why you won’t just help yourself by talking to someone.”

“No one wants to hear my story,” he says simply. “Trust me.”

“You’re wrong.”

One of the bandages slips out of place, the end of it falling onto his thigh.

With a sigh, you trudge behind him again, grab the bandage, and start winding it around him, sure to make it more secure this time. “Kindness isn’t some myth,” you huff, tugging tighter than may be necessary. “Some people actually care about others and actually want to help other people on their journeys, but the universe hates you, hm?”

Loki doesn’t respond anything more than a grunt when you yank the bandage tight against one of the cuts.

“I get it though.” The bandage secure, your hands come to a stop just below his neck, staring at one of the scars streaking along his shoulder blade. “It’s a lot easier to feel sorry for yourself than to ask for help.”

“Don’t belittle me.”

You try not to roll your eyes. All that, and that’s how he interprets it.

“Well. If you ever get around to swallowing your pride, just know that there’s people willing to help you.”

Your gaze drops from the scar to his shoulder blade, half covered with a bandage but still adding a lovely dip to the planes of his battered back.

Without thinking, you touch him one more time.

“People like you?” He asks sharply, tensing under your touch.

Your fingers trail ever so softly, barely there to begin with, along the edge of his shoulder blade.

“Yeah.”

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[splatteredfandoms523]

A Cute Little Pizza Party

(I thought I’d try out a little story with some Iplier dads and little green Septic children. This is my take two on this story as the first time I wrote this, my laptop crashed.)

It’s been quite the day at the Iplier house, with meetings and plans to keep everything going and in check. Dark and Wilford were talking over plans to either go run errands themselves or send Google or Bim to run to the grocery store to keep the house stocked. But then, there’s a knock on the door. Nobody ever knocks on the door. 

Bim Trimmer happens to be closest to the door and he opens it.

“Uhm, Dark....! Can you and Wil come here for a second???“ Bim stutters, unable to comprehend how this all came to be. 

Dark and Wilford look over, and their eyes get as big. 

“How in the he-?“ Dark tries to get out his sentence, but he just can’t. He’s speechless. 

“Oh Dark! Look at how cute they are! And look at this little green haired one! I don’t think we should leave them out there all on their lonesome,” Wilford coos, picking up a child with a little suit and bow tie, “This one doesn’t have green hair, but this is has gotta be my favorite!“ 

Dark rubs his temples, “Fine, we can bring them inside, but then I need a full Iplier meeting in the living room. Then, we can meet and watch there little children,” He sighs and picks up the small glitchy child. 

Bim hurries to grab Google, Bing, King, Doc and Host. He doesn’t think it would be a great idea to grab Yandere or Ed just yet. But for everyone he does bring with him, their reactions say it all. 

“How did these little children appear on our doorstep? Do we know where they came from? Do we even know their names?“ Google is surprisingly the first to ask these questions. 

Everyone looks dumbfounded at these children until Dark speaks up. 

“Hello children. What are your names?“ He asks.

They each pipe up individually saying their names are Marvin, Chase, Anti, Henrik, Jackie, and one doesn’t talk at all, but Henrik tells them that his name is Jameson and that he was born mute. 

“I dunno how we got here, but I’m scared,“ Chase whines, asking for someone to hold him. Google begrudgingly picks Chase up as Dark has Anti, Wilford has Jameson, Doc has Henrik, Bing has Marvin, and Bim has Jackie as all of them had started to cry. Dark had no idea what to do, but he looked at Wilford and Doc and mimicked their bouncing. It came pretty naturally to him. 

Even all of the children, none of them older than 5, calmed down. Jameson, being the youngest and therefore needing the most sleep, had already passed out on Wilford, making him smile. Chase and Marvin were already asleep in their new robot friends’ arms too, making Bing smile and Google freeze. 

Google has no idea how to handle these newfound emotions and this newfound desire to protect this child, as he looks so helpless in his arms. Bing just smiles as he understands emotions more than Google.

“Hey, Google. You should grab a blanket for the child. He’s shivering,“ Dark snaps Google out of it. 

Google slowly reaches for a blanket, careful not to wake Chase as he searches how to wrap a child in a blanket on his holographic screen. Wilford notices as Google wraps Chase up and giggles, only to see Google turn red. Bing laughs as he also wraps up a shivering Marvin, not taking notice of how skinny he is. 

“Okay, Google, Bing. I need you to take the sleeping children to the spare room. There they can sleep on the bed in there. Wilford, I need you to put that small child in there, too,“ Dark instructs them, earning a little whimper from Wilford that he ignores. 

Google, Bing, and Wilford head for the spare room, and then Doc perks up as he hears Henrik start coughing. He feels Henrik’s forehead, looking concerned.

“Dark, I need to take Henrik to my clinic. He’s running a fever, and don’t worry. I’ll take care of him,“ Doc says to Dark as he power walks to the clinic with Henrik, not giving Dark much of a choice in the matter.

At least I can trust him to take care of that child. Unlike a certain cotton candy killer I know. Dark thinks to himself. 

Dark turns his attention to a fussy Anti that he keeps bouncing on his knee. Bim is bouncing Jackie when he hears Jackie’s tummy rumble. Then, he realizes how skinny Jackie really is. 

“Dark, look at how skinny they are. Anti is just as skinny as Jackie here. We should get some food for them,“ Bim looks concernedly at Jackie, Dark, and Anti, “Hey, buddy. What kind of food do you like?“ Bim asks Jackie. 

“Ooooo I like pizza! With ‘ronis, please!“ Jackie beams.

“Do you want pizza? When was the last time you ate?” Dark asks Anti.

“I want pizza!“ Anti shouts, but he gets quiet at his next response, “Been a long time, Henny made us walk a long way until we got here. He tell us that no one will hurt us here.”

Anti starts to cower a little as Dark looks appalled, “No one will hurt you here. You are safe here. I will see to that. Now. Bim,” Dark says, turning his attention to Bim and Jackie, “Please go see to it that Google orders some pizza for all of these children. Don’t let Bing do it or he’ll order way way too much.” 

Bim looks at Dark the Jackie before he smiles, “Alright! Are you ready to go on an adventure with me, Jackie? We’re gonna go to Google land to order as much pizza as you want, okay?” 

Jackie smiles and giggles, “Yeah! ‘Ventures!” 

They take off for the spare room to find Google when Wilford comes back in the living room, just to see Anti start to relax on Dark. Wilford giggles and smiles, only for his expression to drop a bit when he sees the concern on Dark’s face. 

“Wil, these children haven’t eaten in days.They’re even afraid that we’ll hurt them. How did they end up at our doorstep? Why us?“ Dark frets over the children, “At least Bim is ordering pizza for them with Google and Doc is taking care of the Henrik one and three of them are asleep.“

Wilford frowns, “Well, they don’t have to worry anymore. We got ‘em,” He puts a hand on Dark’s shoulder as he sees Anti glitch a small bit ,”And it looks this little one is either shaky or maybe glitching? Maybe Google could help you with that. Or Doc, but you said he had one of the kids in his clinic, so Google would be your best bet.” 

Dark sighs, holding Anti close, “Maybe I’ll show him to Google later, but for now, I need to talk to Doc, but Wil, when the pizza comes can you pay for it for me?” 

Wilford nods as Dark hands him his card and heads out with Anti. They make their way into Doc’s clinic to see Doc tending to a sleeping Henrik. 

Doc notices his entrance, “His fever has gone back down, at least. But he’s severely dehydrated and needs food.” 

Dark nods,”That was precisely what I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to tell you that I sent Bim to order pizza with Google’s help for these children.” 

Doc smiles a bit, “Then when pizza gets here, I’ll wake up this little one. But, for now, I’m letting him sleep with the IV drip to get him hydrated and let him rest off that fever.”

Anti looks at Henrik with sad eyes, and Dark notices, “It’s alright. He is in good hands with Doc. But in the meantime, would you like something to drink?”

Anti looks up at Dark, “Yeah, do you have juice?”

“I’m sure we do. Let’s -“ Dark is interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, “I guess we should go get some pizza instead, but we can get juice too.“

Anti smiles, and they head to the kitchen, where Wilford has a tall stack of pizza boxes in his arms. He proceeds to slide them from his arms to the kitchen table. 

“Well, I’m assuming Bing made this order,“ Dark comments as he has Anti choose what kind of pizza he wants. 

Everyone else files into the kitchen, each of the children picking out their pizza before anyone else gets any. The kids are get set down by the coffee table in the living room, besides Jameson. He was clinging to Wilford and wouldn’t be put down, so Wilford just got his pizza whilst holding him and smiling. 

Dark pulls Google aside after a few minutes, “Google, how are we going to put all of these children to bed? That spare room is definitely not enough room for all of them. But, I think Doc is keeping Henrik with him for observation, so that’s one less child to worry about, but that still leaves five children.”

Google looks around, “We could always let one or two of them sleep on the couch or in someone else’s room, depending on the someone, but I for one would like to have the little one with the hat in my room tonight.”

Wilford invades their conversation while holding Jameson, “Google. I didn’t think you could handle children. But, if you get the one with the snapback hat in your room. I want this one,” He gestures to the little happy, shy boy he’s holding, “in my room with me. I got a plan to give ‘im a little bed for himself and everything.” 

Dark chuckles, “I guess we have no where else to put them tonight, so I will allow it. But, the little green one is mine, and that still leaves us with the cat mask one and the superhero one. I forget their names.” 

Bim joins in on the conversation too, “Well, the little superhero can be my sidekick, if you let me.” 

Google looks over at Bing, who’s watching the children while they eat, “Bing would probably take the cat mask one as his cuddle bug if you let him, and I would make sure that he behaved.”

Dark gives. “Alright, you got me. But-” He stops everyone from running to their perspective children, “I don’t want hear a word out of any of you once I get Anti to sleep. If you wake him or me up, it will not be a pleasant morning for you.” 

They took his warning seriously, and once everyone went off into their rooms for the night, after cleaning up pizza plates, no one made much noise. Soon, all you could hear was calm, steady breathing and snoring. So, the chaotic day comes to an end. 

@save-jacksepticeye @hufflepufftrax @jamesondaily

[yuna-dan]

Meant to be

OMG I’M SO SO SORRY. Last week was so horrible to me I swear, but today I finally manage to finish it and I hope you like it… This was meant to be part of the TsExchangeFic and I know its super late to publish it and Im sorry. I got @tssanderssidestrash Im sorry pal and I hope you like it.

Prompt 1(sfw): (Romantic) Person A founds in the mindscape a love note, and tries to decipher who wrote it (it can be one person, it can be more)

Warning: Tiny Angst and Fluff. I tried to describe what it feels to discovered what does it feel to be polyromantic so Im sorry if im not precise I read a lot to do it but like… yeah. Hope you like it

Roman stirred his eyes open, seeing the hour on his phone peacefully. He yawned quietly, the hour bright against his pupils:

6:00 am. Once again, he yawned quietly and closed his eyes for a second.

However, the next time he opened his eyes the screen of his phone it read 8:00…

… and now he was late to his first class.

-

Roman ran through the hall of his school, hoping he would arrive, even though he already knew he wouldn't.

He was so immersed in the running he didn't noticed the guy smiling at him, until he crashed with him.

He glared at the person on the floor, finding one of his cru—, finding his friend Logan Sanders looking at him in confusion.

Logan smirked from the floor, not trying to move himself from the ground.

“Well, what is cause Roman Prince not look where he's going?”

Roman stick his tongue out, holding his hand to the smart boy, “I-I overslept.” He said sheepishly trying to ignore the critical look in the genius face. “Don’t judge me, not all of us can be smartass like you.” Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly not even amused.

“Yeah, whatever Princey.” Without saying anything else we walked away, but before turning around and disappearing he turned, and winked at the young teen. “By the way, you look quite dashing today.”

And there it was, another weird statement from his friend that left Roman completely breathless.

-

Since the teacher didn’t even open the door when Roman was outside, which yeah, he wasn’t even surprised he was already 45 minutes late. He was walked toward his locker, hoping to leave his pack there and grab some money to eat later, he may even buy some hot chocolate at the cafeteria.

However, when he opened his locker a small paper fell to the ground. He picked it up and all the blood ran quickly to his cheeks when he read it.

FAL    L      L       ��ING IN LOVE WITH                                         YOU -Your Secret Admirer I

The letters were painted with pink and red. It was kind of cute and funny.

His mind went instantly to one of his senior’s friends, Patton specifically.

He blushed looked around, and keep the card between his notebooks.

---

Virgil snorted when he heard Roman’s story, “Don’t worry man, it was just a boring class.”

They were at lunch break, Virgil and Roman sitting on the same table while waiting for the rest of the group.

“Just as always then.” Roman added with a smirk.

Virgil made a noise from the back of his throat, “Just a little more, since you weren’t there to lift up the room.”

Roman choked on his own spit, “Wh-What?”

But before he could say something more, the Logan and Patton arrived at the spot, holding hand.

“Hello cuties.” Patton waved.

What the heck is happening?

--

Roman arrived at his home exhausted. He didn’t know what was happening around himself. 

He had come to terms with himself a long time ago, he was completely aware he had a crush on three people and he felt awful. He felt greedy. He knew he shouldn’t act on those feelings because it wasn’t okay, specially after Logan and Patton started dating. He felt… he felt…

Wrong

However, seeing his crushes acting on those flirting with him…

And that-the flirting- had been happening for a while now, probably two or three months.

And now, now…

…Now the secret admirer…

He opened the door, and left his things at the table, only to see a bunch of letters gathered on the center. Absentmindedly he picked them up, most of them were directed to his mother who wasn’t home yet, so he just left them there…

Only one had his name, confused he opened it on his way to the couch:

I don’t hate you…

-Your Secret Admirer II

The letter was a purple page with black font. The message itself didn’t say anything particularly romantic, however he just knew who was the one who wrote this.

And while he loved to imagine a beautiful scene like that, he didn’t want to get his hopes up too high.

So, he went to sleep.

---

Next day when he arrived at school, this time early thank you very much, he noticed another piece of paper on the chair he usually sits. He groaned internally.

He was fighting these feelings, why couldn’t they understand??

He picked up with shaky hands the letter,

I love you with all my brain, and I sincerely hope with all my synaptic channels you feel the same way.

-Your Secret Admirer III

He blushed, because goddammit his friends were such nerds. They didn’t even try to fake a different letter, everything was like them.

And roman loved every part of it.

He loved it.

He loved it.

He loved it…

…and he couldn’t deny it anymore… -

“Do you really think it was a good idea?” They were outside the school gates, waiting for Roman so that they all would walk together to Patton’s house, it was Friday, after all.

“I hope so, I don’t want to scare him…”

“Nonsense, he loves this kind of over-sentimental clichés.”

“Well, he’s coming towards us so better shut up.”

-

Roman walked to them, feeling his heart against his ribcage. They greeted him like they always do. Patton hugged him and kiss the tip, while Logan made small wave with his hand and Virgil punched his shoulder in a friendly way.

He didn’t understand at all. He was hoping an explanation right way, but he didn’t get anything.

“Shall we?” Patton asked, waving his car keys as way to called their attentions.

The ride was awfully quiet. Roman was holding the letters, more like clinging at them, and waiting for Patton to park or that someone say something.

Eventually they did.

-

As soon as they arrived at Patton’s house, roman couldn’t hold it anymore.

“What’s all of this about?” He showed the letters, each one of them neatly folded. Logan raised an eyebrow, “I think it was pretty obvious…”

“Told you it was a bad idea.” Virgil added, hiding behind the counter.

Roman looked at them in confusion, “Please explain…”

Patton grabbed Roman’s face between his hand, and caressed his cheekbones, “There’s nothing to explain…” He left a small kiss on Roman’s lips.

“We would love to call you our boyfriend.” Logan added, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles.

“All of us.” Virgil added, kissing his cheek shyly.

Roman tried to smile but his words left his mouth before he noticed. “B-but it’s weird.” And their faces fell, and god Roman felt horrible. “I-I mean…I love y’all too… But…”

Patton seemed to understand, and kissed him again, this time a little longer. “It’s okay… It’s not weird Roman… This is how it’s meant to be.”

Roman smiled back, because he still feels greedy, he still feels bad but at the end of the day he couldn’t deny he love with every inch of his body and soul this people.

So, he just nodded, “O-Okay…”

“Really?” Virgil’s happy voice was so amazing and Roman wanted to hear it all day.

“Yeah…Yeah I want to call you my boyfriends too.”

Logan smiled softly and get closer to him holding his waist and moving Roman towards him. “I’m really glad.” And he kissed him, when they break a part Virgil moved forward and connected their lips together.

Yes, this is how it’s meant to be.

[smuttybronde]

could you write a smut for oh Heejun (knk) i don't have a preference on anything other than it being Heejun lol

Perfect Jump

Genre- Smut

Group- Knk

Member- Oh Heejun

Admin- Aussi

I’ve always enjoyed the smell of a basketball court. It was odd for me to like the scent; sweat, rubber, and floor polish, but for some reason I did. It made me want to run, want to exercise. I patiently sat on the bleachers waiting for Coach to come in, thinking over the events that brought me here. 

I joined the basketball team two years ago, it was fun but not for me. Last year I decided to try volleyball instead, playing as the opposite hitter. It was fun but again didn’t feel like it fit me. I always had admired the spiker on the team. I admired the way she would leap up and hit the ball with perfect precision, how in tune she was with the setter. I envied it.

I worked hard all summer for the chance to try being a spiker and after much effort, I was selected for the position. Coach Oh said I just needed a little fine-tuning.

We had worked together for the past few weeks during practices to build up needed muscles. Yet even after all that work, my vertical jump wasn’t as high as it needed to be and he offered to help privately as well.

Coach Oh walked into the gym, smiling widely as he set down some papers, “You’re here already?” He asked, taking off his work shoes to put on sneakers. I nodded silently at him, standing up stretching my arms.

Coach Oh walked onto the court, me trailing after him, “Can you stand with your legs shoulder wide and arms at your side?” He asked and I complied. He looked over me for a moment, concentration furrowing his brows, “I can’t see your body well with all those clothes.“ He commented, causing me to flush slightly.

“You want me strip? So you could see more clearly of course.” I asked tentatively, looking down at my baggy shirt and basketball shorts.

“It would be nice so I could have a better look,” He said gently, trailing off, “but you don’t have to of course!” He assured. I took a deep sigh before pulling my shirt off, shorts following. I got back in position and cleared my throat, catching the attention of Coach Oh who was awkwardly looking at the ceiling. 

He looked me over, eyes trailing over my sports bra, to my stomach, then past my boy-shorts, “Turn around.” He said, voice a bit pained. I turned around, feeling his hot gaze travel across my ass, “We’ll workout like this to show what definition you have.” I nodded at him, turning back to face him. He clapped his hands, “Okay then, let’s start out warm up!”

I began to do sprints across the court, sweat building and heartbeat increasing. The lack of clothes wasn’t embarrassing but a relief as time went on, my muscles warming wonderfully as my body heated. I came to a stop and looked at Coach Oh, the five minutes ending. 

He nodded at me approvingly, “Today we’re not doing our normal dumbbell squats, we’re seeing how many shallow squats you can do a minute. It will be a good starting point to see how much stamina you have and how strong the muscles are. Sound good?” He asked, sitting down on one of the benches. 

“Sounds fine.” I said before starting my squats.

 Coach stopped me immediately, “You’re going to low for shallow squats, come over here.” he said, motioning for me to come closer, “Do them over me, when you hit my lap you come up.” he explained. I gulped before beginning the squats, turning around so he couldn’t see me blushing. 

Coach Oh was very attractive for a teacher- or a person in general for that matter. Luckily, straining activities distracted me from the strong urge to jump his bones. Fucking my teacher wasn’t a good idea and it certainly was not a priority. But now it wasn’t quite as easy to ignore as I dropped my ass on his lap, feeling his thick cock through his pants even while flaccid. Arousal dripped through me, and I desperately hoped it didn’t soak through my underwear. 

Each time I dropped down in his lap I felt him become harder and harder. As my legs began to get sore I moved to stop. I heard his voice, now breathy, “Keep going.” I ignored the sting and kept sinking down. 

He began to kiss my shoulders when I hit the lowest part of the squat, each kiss landing on a different place. He released his dick from his shorts and boxers, letting it slide against my ass, making me moan at the felling of it; hot, thick, and heavy. Coach groaned loudly at the friction, his length dragging along the fabric of my boy shorts and leaving a trail of precum behind. His hands rested on my hips, keeping me on his lap. 

His fingers edged at the line of my underwear, “Do you want me to fuck you? Sex is a great workout.”

“I’m not sure.” I said, panting. He was still a teacher no matter how attractive he was and I was aware that it was dangerous game even though I wanted nothing more than to play it. His hands moved away as soon as I voiced my doubts.

“If you don’t want to then you don’t have to. Let’s go back to the workout, im sorry for making you uncomfortable.” He said, beginning to redress.

“No!” I shouted, startling us both, “Like you said, it’s a good workout.” I continued sheepishly. He nodded, pulling me in for a deep kiss, lips hot and soft against mine, but gentle. 

Coach on pulled away from my lips, pulling a bottle of lube out of his back pocket and spreading the thick substance on his fingers. He pulled my underwear to the side, slipping a finger in my heat. I whimpered, hips moving slightly so it pressed deeper inside. He curled the digit, stroking my walls.

I mewled as he added another finger, pumping it in slowly at first, “Coach!” the pressure of his fingers wasn’t enough.

“Call me Heejun.” He groaned, my moans making his erection twitch against my ass. I squirmed in his lap, pressing harder against his dick in return for the feeling of his fingers pistoning deliciously into me. 

My orgasm slowly built up as he stroked the spongy tissue of my G-spot. Heejun’s fingers stroked it, curling into it perfectly. I let out another high pitched whimper before tightening around his digits, cum sliding down them slowly. Heejun tried to gather as much of my essence as possible and spread it so that it coated his hand.

The coach guided me to stand up on shaky legs so he could have better access to himself. He used the cum-covered hand to stroke his cock, making it slick. I stared at it, licking my lips in anticipation for how it would fill me. He gave me an expecting look. Picking up on his hint, I put my hand over his and dragging it down in firm strokes. I squeezed his hand slightly, putting more pressure on his throbbing member.

He soon couldn’t stand it, pulling his hand away. He pulled a condom out of one his pockets, rushing to put it on, “Why do you have lube and condoms in the pockets of your clothes, you’re a teacher.” I chuckled, out of breath from my orgasm.

“A man can dream. Besides it was rather that you liked me or my ass puts you in a trance when I walk by.” He said, smiling beautifully, “Do you want me to do this? Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, im sure.” I confirmed. Heejun pulled my underwear aside, lining his cock with my entrance and slowly pushing into me. I let out a gasp of pain, eyes fluttering shut as the feeling rushed over me, dull ache mixed with sparks of euphoria.

Heejun stroked my hair as we waited, murmuring sweet statements of encouragement. I rocked for a moment, partial savoring the feeling and partially waiting for his instructions, “Are you ready to do more squats, Baby?” I nodded, putting my legs on the ground and doing shallow squats onto his length. My legs wanted to buckle, shaking from the intense pleasure of being stretched perfectly. Heejun was whispering how many squats I did under his breath.

It was erotic, knowing how many times his cock plunged into me. It stirred my arousal further, making me slam down on him. 

Pants and moans echoed through the gym, ringing loud through our ears. Heejun pushed my sports bra up so that my boobs were free for him. His thumbs brushed over my hardened nipples, “I’ve been wanting to touch these for a while, constantly teasing me by bouncing up and down during practices.”

He continued to toy with them, more pleasure rushing over me. I was slamming down on him so hard at this point that im sure both of us would be bruised. We didn’t mind at all, pleasure outweighing any other sense. We couldn’t feel pain or think rationally, the only thing we knew is that we both  needed more. There was no such thing as too much, both of us wanting to remain attached. I wanted his thick cock to fill me every second of every day. I wanted to taste him on my tongue. Feel him on every inch of my skin, “You’re so hot!” I cried. 

My legs gave out a few hundred squats later, falling on his lap but I continued to bounce on him, swiveling my hips so he pressed against all of my sweet spots. He groaned in my ear before grabbing my wrists, pulling them behind my back and slamming into me. The position gave him just the right access when he pushed into me to make me see stars. My body was boiling hot and I was screaming out, “You’re so beautiful. You wrap so perfectly around my cock, taking it like such a good girl.” He praised, thrusts rocking me forward, “Your pretty cunt just wants to cum doesn’t it? To milk me till im dry. You’re squeezing me like you do, Baby.” He hissed, bucking up more and more.

I whimpered in response, becoming increasingly sensitive by the second. Heejun licked the skin of my neck before nibbling on my ear. He moved at the speed of light for a few seconds making me cum, pussy clenching tightly on his cock. Heejun hissed before orgasming as well, his body shaking as streaks of white painted the condom.

“This was definitely one of the most productive training sessions i’ve ever had.” I panted. 

“I think you’re right there, and hopefully this won’t be the last, all those squats are going to help your jumps significantly.” Heejun commented, smiling against my neck and laughing.