#its been a few years let me just move on already fuuuuck

[put3rb0y]

Godddddd I want to nuke this blog and start over so fucking bad I'm tired of all the blogs/posts it recommends you to follow while looking at mine being for a fandom I just Can Not interact with anymore and thinking about too hard upsets me. Fuuuuck. But I don't want to lose my five billion posts and what not.

[mypoisonedvine]

Pearl Necklace | Lee Bodecker x reader

(sort of an epilogue to the wrong idea, but once again, you don’t really need to read the series to know what’s going on.  in fact, if you read the series but didn’t read any of the epilogue blurbs I did for that then this is gonna be just as random lol)

summary: your husband has a special present to give you this christmas.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: smut!! (oral m receiving), slapping, a touch of degradation, some housewife kink, discussions of breeding kink, but also some fluff in there first!!

“Santa!” Beatrice and Penny cheered in unison as they tackled Lee dressed in costume.  You had been afraid they would recognize him at first; now you were slightly worried what it meant that they didn’t notice it was their own father behind the fake white beard.

Lee was fully into his character, though, ‘ho ho ho’-ing as he set down his bag of presents to sit down and let the girls jump into his lap on the couch.  

“Did you come all the way from the North Pole?” Beatrice asked curiously, while Penny immediately became distracted by the shiny silver belt buckle resting at his stomach.

“Yes I did,” Lee answered, “just to see you.”  He accented the last word by tapping Beatrice on the nose with his gloved finger, who blushed and giggled.  “You’ve been a good girl this year,” he explained, “which means I have a very important question to ask you: what do you want for Christmas, little miss?”

“I want another sister!” she announced firmly.  Lee had put a little bit of your rouge on (because Santa has rosy cheeks and all), but his cheeks were naturally reddening now.

“You’ll, uh, have to ask your mother about that,” he decided as he cleared his throat.

“Pleeeease Santa?” Beatrice whined.  “It’s what Penny wants too!”

“Is that so?” Lee stammered, turning to Penny who nodded.

“Pwease, Mister Santa?” she concurred.  “We wan’ another sister to pway wif…”

“You two are conspiring with each other now, is that it?  You’re both asking for only one thing?”

They nodded in unison and Lee’s gaze drifted to you.  

“Is that not the sort of thing elves can make at the North Pole?” you asked him with a smirk.

“Not exactly,” he chuckled.  He addressed the girls again, who were waiting impatiently for an answer to their request.  “I’ll see what I can do,” he offered, “but how about you two open the presents I brought you for now instead.”

“Fank you Mister Santa!” Penny beamed, giving him a little hug before crawling to the floor and rifling through the bag of wrapped boxes he’d brought for them.

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With the girls finally put to bed, you were surprised to see Lee still partially in costume— the beard was gone as he nursed a beer, but he still had on the big red coat and pants, and most noticeably, the hat.

“Girls are asleep,” you informed him as you circled the couch.  He only nodded and patted his knee; you obliged as you dutifully sat on his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist, smiling up at you.  You could recognize that glimmer in his eyes from a mile away.  “Have I been a good girl this year?” you asked quietly.   

“Yes,” he whispered, “you’re my perfect girl— such a sweet, obedient little wife, hm?”

You fiddled with the buckle at his waist for a moment, chewing your lip.  “I try to be.”

He just looked up at you silently, moving his tongue inside his cheek like he did when he was thinking about something.  

“Are we gonna give Penny and Bea what they asked for?” you broke the silence, trying to keep your voice neutral though you felt your eyebrow raise of its own accord.

“You know we are,” he grinned.  “We can start tryin’ tomorrow— right now I have another present to give you.”

“What is it?”

“Why don’t we go to the bedroom and I’ll show you?” he offered.

You were trying not to get too excited as he followed you to the bedroom, shutting the door behind the both of you and pulling you into his arms.

“Lee,” you sighed as he started to kiss your neck, making your hands clench and tug at the fuzzy red coat of his costume.  He knew exactly the spot that made your head fall back and your lip catch between your teeth, smiling against your skin as you melted into his embrace so easily.

“Gonna give you your present now, pretty girl,” he whispered against your skin.  “Don’t you think every good wife deserves a pearl necklace?”

“Lee, you’ve already given me three different pearl necklaces,” you remembered as you gestured to your jewelry box.

“Dumb little baby,” he chuckled, making your cheeks burn with embarrassment.  “You’re too innocent for your own good sometimes, princess.  Not that kind of pearl necklace.”

“Wh-what kind do you mean?”

“I mean the kind where I cover those perfect tits of yours in my come.”

You swallowed thickly, your thighs clenching together.  “Oh.”

He only had to look at you now for you to know what he wanted.  You’d memorized his ‘bend over the counter’ look, his ‘hands and knees on the bed’ look, his ‘spread your legs so daddy can get a taste’ look.  You even knew the way his voice changed when he called you from work— a.k.a. the ‘be naked and ready when I get home’ voice.  Every glance was like an instruction, and you knew the stakes if you didn’t follow his instructions: the dreaded ‘I’ll take you on my knee and spank you until you can’t sit for a week’ look.

This, right now, was the ‘choke on my cock’ look.

“You make a very handsome Santa,” you informed him as you lowered to your knees.

“Ya think so?” he pressed.  “You don’t mind that I really can shake my belly like a bowl full’a jelly?”

You giggled at his reference to the old rhyme, shaking your head.  “No, I don’t mind that.”  You made sure he believed you by planting a few kisses on his stomach on your way down.  

The thick velvet of the costume still wasn’t enough to conceal the shape of Lee’s hard cock underneath, making you salivate a bit as you licked your lips and reached under to grab the thick shaft.  Pulling it out, you found the head red and swollen, leaking a drop of precum which you savored as you swiped your tongue over his length.  He smiled down at you, brushing a bit of hair away from your face before gripping it near the scalp, not quite pulling yet but definitely encouraging you to take him into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned as you closed your lips and sucked, swirling your tongue around the skin, “my good little wife, always getting on her knees for me… take it a little deeper, honey.”

Doing as he’d asked, you felt the tip hit the back of your throat and used your hand to cover the rest.  He groaned a little, his head falling back, and you wanted to smile with pride in yourself but suppressed it since this was hard to do while smiling.  You were getting quite aroused already, unsatiated pleasure burning between your legs and making your back arch slightly.  

He moaned again, a little louder, and you repeated the motion that made him react so strongly.  It worked, and his hips bucked forward into your throat, his hand holding you steady by your hair so you couldn’t pull back.

“You like when I fuck your face, huh, princess?  Like daddy using your pretty little mouth?”

You moaned around him in lieu of a more articulate response, making him move a little more erratically.

“Stroke it faster, baby, I’m already gettin’ close,” he hissed, and you moved your hand over his length furiously along with twisting slightly as the wrist.  “Fuuuuck,” he sighed, “just like that, you’re so fuckin’ perfect, sweetpea.”

You reached down with your free hand to rub yourself through your panties, desperate for some friction on your clit which throbbed and begged for attention, but Lee instantly noticed and slapped your cheek, making you whine.

“Keep your hands where I can see ‘em,” he commanded, using his ‘Sheriff voice’ which only made your need greater as you moaned around him again.  He laughed at your desperation, slapping your face a few more times for good measure before suddenly pulling out and stroking his own cock.  “Open that dress, show me those pretty tits.”

You hastily unbuttoned the front of your dress, biting on your lip as you saw his cock was stained pink from your lipstick.  He always told you that was the best sign of a job well-done.  The second your dress was open you were pushing it off your shoulders, nearly ripping your bra as you popped it open and tossed it aside.  He groaned when your tits bounced free, and you noticed how hard your nipples were already even when they hadn’t been touched at all.

“‘M close,” he grunted, stroking his cock faster as you licked your lips, sighing as you remembered how incredible that cock felt when it was stretching you open and filling you up.  You didn’t get to see him come that often, usually you just felt it, and you always loved how it felt so it was a shame to miss out this time.

“Don’t look so sad, pretty girl, I know you want all this come inside you, don’t you?”  He chuckled condescendingly when you nodded.  “Well don’t worry, princess, tomorrow I’m gonna knock you up so good you’re gonna forget every word that isn’t ‘yes’ and ‘daddy’.”

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered.

“Just like that,” he praised.  “Fuck, I’m close— ready for your present, baby?”

“Please, daddy,” you begged, moaning as his come shot in spurts onto your chest.  His face was so gorgeous when he came: flushed red, biting down on his lip, eyes half-lidded and staring right at you as he covered you in his seed.  You felt so dirty as he did it to you, but you loved it— so much, in fact, that you bit down on your lip to keep from getting too loud at the sensation of his hot come painting your tits.

He kept stroking until every drop was on you, sighing as he let go of his softening cock.  “Fuck,” he groaned, “you always look good in the presents I give you.”

[0idril0]

May I request based on the reblog about ‘new normal’ you just did a much later Nico & Clint, maybe Nico trying to do art again or school or cook or something and struggling ??

Nico’s head was pounding as he laid the last lines on the paper in front of him, teeth grinding as he forced his eyes to focus. For just a few more minutes.

Please.

“F-Fuckin’ finally...” he slammed the color pencil down, scrubbing his aching hand against his eyes until colors swirled behind the lids. The drawing was already imprinted in his head, a wolf head that he hoped resembled Clint’s, surrounded by a multitude of wild flowers. It was more frilly than what he usually did, he tended to gravitate towards reds and blacks and more forgiving mediums, working around the continued seizures and poor eyesight. But it felt important for what he was trying to portray.

His mate surrounded by softness and love in the form that Clint said looked beastly and terrifying.

He didn’t know when Clint had started to think of his wolf form that way, but he hoped it was before they had ever met. Clint had let slip more than a month before that he was scared of being around Sorina and Evans new baby, worried he might slip a little and scar the baby for life.

Nico had immediately told him that it was a ridiculous thought, but the doubt and hesitancy that colored his face when he’d turned back towards the the group of people gathered around the new bundle was enough to send a lance through Nico’s heart.

And the worst part was he didn’t know what to say. He’d never been good with words, and now with the brain damage, he was even worse. And there was only so many ways to kiss sense into a stubborn werewolf.

But maybe he could show him. Clint’s wolf had always been a source of comfort for him, his beautiful russet fur the softest pillow, the warmth he emitted a constant comfort when he’d been too emaciated to regulate his own body heat. A gentle crutch when Nico needed help but couldn’t tolerate human touch.

And the man himself had the biggest and kindest heart of anyone he’d ever met. The fact that Clint thought any part of him could be a danger to his niece was horrifying.

“Uuuuugh....” Nico scrubbed at his eyes again before scratching at his short beard, an attempt at hiding the scars that still spotted his cheeks from deep ulcers that had had difficulty healing. “It’s g-gonna have to do...”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, like it was going to help him focus at all, he scrutinized his work. Before Martin he would have said it was still a work in progress..... but now? It was one of the better things he’d done in a while. He’d moved away from realism when he’d been able to pick up a pencil again, the migraines hadn’t been worth the fight, and paint was more forgiving.

The color pencil was smudged at the corners, the lines shaky in areas where a crisp finish would have made the piece stand out, but the wolfs face was Clint’s, highlighted with yellows like he was basking in the sun, a delicate blue butterfly contrasting with his red fur and half lidded green eyes beautifully.

It was his mate. A giant, gentle, protector of a man that hadn’t moved for 20 minutes when that stupid butterfly had landed on him at last years Fourth of July party.

He felt his mouth twitch at the memory, pulling at some of the scars on his mouth and cheek. His Mate was ridiculous.

Nico could hear Clint’s rumbling snore from his drafting table, the wolf had been running in the woods for hours today and had returned a few hours ago soaking wet and panting. When he’d returned he’d stuck his head into the sunroom where Nico was, lupine grin smug as he’d tried to sneak around to see the drawing Nico had kept from him for over a month now.

Nico hadn’t been able to help his snicker when he’d shoved at his over sized head, scratching in the spot Clint loved as he did so, “Go dry-dry off, I’ll s-show you when I’m done.” Clint’s tail has wagged so hard Nico had been able to hear the thump through the cabin walls, but his wine was truly pitiful when he’d slunked out and flopped onto the porch to bask in the sunlight. The sunny happiness Nico could feel through their bond betrayed Clint’s attempt to guilt him into a sneak peak, and Nico hoped it would be worth it now.

Daniel’s cane was propped up against his desk and Nico rubbed a thumb over the silver handle as he picked it up, using the object just like Daniel had for years before he’d died. Nico had found it tucked in the back of the shop when he’d finally been able to return and had swapped for the heirloom as soon as he was able to ditch the walker.

The initial thunk against the hardwood has Clint’s ears twitching as he comes out, a high pitched yawn following it as Nico shuffled further onto the porch.

“H-h-hey Honeyb-b-bear....”

Clint rolled onto his back at Nico’s greeting, legs and paws stretching to full effect as Clint yawned loudly and rumbled his own wolfy greeting back, squinted eyes finding Nico as his tail swished against the hard wood. “Sugar..” Nico heard the echo in his head, and snickered around a grin at the nearly 300 lbs wolf at his feet. Clint’s tongue rolled out of his mouth in a lupine laugh and Nico couldn’t keep his own smile down, even as broken and ugly as he thought it was now.

“Come-onnn, y—ou goof, you wannned to see -this right?” Nico shook the paper in his hand, backing up like he was going to go inside.

Clint’s jaw snapped shut as his head whipped towards Nico, eyes wide in question now. Really??? Nico could read the question clear as day on his face and grinned. “I c-could change my mind...”

He made to take a step back and Clint whined, stretching, this time muscles and bones popping as he morphed back into his human form. Where there’d been a ridiculously large wolf now lay an extremely large, naked man, toned muscles stretched to full effect as he reached for Nico, making grabby hands as he whined again with his human throat.

“Babbbbbyyyyy.... come back??? Show me here??”

Clint’s teasing grin and wink did nothing to help the burning blush that was creeping across his face and neck, headache forgotten as he swallowed heavily at the sight in front of him.

“Fine-“ His voice came out a squeak, and he cleared his throat, scowling at Clint’s snort of laughter. “-Fine, you’ll have—help me s-stand up...”

Clint’s grumbling turned deeper as he turned towards Nico, grin mischievous, “Like I would pass up the opportunity to get my hands on you...”

Nico grinned at Clint’s joke, knowing the wolf wouldn’t touch him without his permission, skin heating at the thought of Clint’s hands against him today. He loved Clints hands, long solid fingers and thick padded palms that had sooth so much and given him so much pleasure in the past few years.

He groaned as he slid down to the porch, using the bannister and accepting Clint’s hand against the small of his back as support, knowing the werewolf’s strength would be more than enough to catch him even from the awkward angle. His hip protested bending and Clint’s thumb rubbed small circles into his back when he settled heavily on the porch.

“Fuuuuck....” he groaned loudly, careful to keep the drawing turned away from Clint’s prying eyes as he flopped dramatically onto Clint’s bare chest.

Clint grunted around a laugh as Nico landed, sun warmed arms wrapping around him as he maneuvered Nico closer. “Hi Sugar....” Clint nibbled on Nico’s neck and snuggled closer. “You finished that drawin’ you’ve been teasin’ me with??”

Nico smiled as he felt the nerves that had been fluttering in his stomach settle in Clint’s calm presence, and he brought his scarred hand up to tangle in Clint’s hair.

“T-told you, surprise.....” He leaned into the kiss in his cheek, grinning. “Hardly- surprise-you get to s-see it...”

Clint chuffed, and Nico could feel the grin spread across his mates face. “I know but I’m about to explode over here, lemme seeeeee-“ he squeezed Nico and rocked him, the fingers pressed into Nico’s skin vibrating with excitement.

Nico took a deep breath, turning to press a gentle kiss to Clint’s curved mouth. The wolf melted, kissing Nico back gently until he pulled away, his green, dilated eyes following Nico’s as he backed up.

“Love you.” Nico turned more, scratching at Clint’s scalp until the low rumble vibrated the chest he leaned on. “Wa-wha-wanted you to see, h-how....” Nico growled, words stuck in his throat, and Clint kissed against his jaw, mimicking a deep breath, and Nico followed suit, unclenching his jaw to continue. “S-so, I-I drew it.”

Nico flipped back, holding the drawing above them, against the blue sky, puffy clouds the perfect backdrop to the tranquil drawing. He heard Clint’s breath catch; rumble stilling as the wolf froze.

Slowly Clint lifted one of his hands from Nico’s stomach, the other keeping Nico pressed firmly against him. “Darlin’, what... what is this??”

Nico could hear the wetness in Clint’s voice, the thin wobble that meant the wolf was getting emotional.

“You-been strugglinn-since Elena was born, scared you’ll hurt her...” Nico swallowed, “but this.... Love, you wouldn’t budge... you’re gentle, an kind..... hate for y-you,-for fear to keep—y-you, from holding her, only t-thing I’ve gotten from being held—by you is love.”

Clint was trembling behind him and Nico bit his lip, doubt working its way back into his mind until Clint started to sit up, Clint’s body doing the work so Nico stayed glued to his chest, arm pulling Nico’s hips flush against his as he re maneuvered their legs. Clint had reburied his face into Nico’s hair, and he heard the wet snuffle as Clint took in his scent, his mates thick arms holding him close. “Darlin’.... I don’t..... I love you...thank you....”

Nico leaned back against Clint, setting the drawing aside so he could catch hold of one of Clint’s hands, the other tangled in the blonde hair as he rubbed a thumb along a delicate ear. “Love you t-too, Honeybear....”

Nico brought Clint’s hand up and kissed along the long digits, heart full as Clint wrapped him further into his arms. Knowing his mate had understood him.

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I hit 7k recently after losing almost 1.5k followers when I converted to a Reylo blog (not sorry in the slightest) and decided it was time to finally compile some of the INCREDIBLE fanfics that I’ve read since joining the fandom in December. 

I’m constantly impressed by the talent around here and I'm so grateful to love a ship that has some of the most amazing content I’ve ever seen. The creators in this fandom are second to none. I’m so thankful for all they do and all that they give to us. 

Please keep never stop sharing your gifts. <3 

**Note: Most (pretty much all) of these are rated E. 

Without further ado, here are (some of) my favorite stories: 

The Jedi Path  by SouthsideStory | 19k | E | I am such a sucker for Jedi Academy Ben and Rey. It’s everything I never knew I needed, and this fic is a beautiful rendition. If you know me at all, you know that I devour Angst with a Happy Ending stories, and this is no exception to that rule.

Exile by Ernzo | 22k | E | Oof. This one hurts. Leia sends Rey to the planet where Ben is exiled. It’s angsty and sad and cathartic in every way. I’ve read it dozens of times. 

Before the Saber Swings by @waterlilyrose​ | 28k | M |  Fuck. When I tell y’all that this story fucked me up, I mean it from the bottom of my s o u l. It stayed with me for days. I literally couldn’t get it out of my head. It felt so real to me that I was in physical pain while reading it. I also made an AU gifset of the fic with a quote from Buffy because I’m extra and love pain. 

penitence by @bettsfic​ | 16k | M | Look, Betts is one of my favorite fanfiction authors of all time. Her Bellarke works are some that I’ve read dozens of times and I was fucking ecstatic when I found out she also writes Reylo. This is an A+ TROS fix-it that is lovely and soft and sweet. 

The Writings of Ben Solo by BurnedStars777 | 39k | E | This was recced to me by the fabulous @galacticidiots​ and is just a fantastic story all around. Rey finds Ben’s journal whilst stuck on a planet with Kylo Ren and she (eventually) connects the dots. Rey falling in love with Ben sight unseen? Here. For. it.  find a thread to pull, and we can watch it unravel by again_please | 17k | E | A fantastic post-TLJ story with angsty and broody Ben and just some all around quality smut. I devoured this and have read it multiple time since. 

We Could Plant a House, We Could Build a Tree by @likeadove​ | 124k | E | I will probably never stop reading this fic. It’s such a beautiful coming of age story for Rey and her relationship with Ben as she grows up is just... gah. It’s fantastic. Please read it.    

Soul Searching by OptimisticBeth | 205k | E | Soulmates AU where Ben is Rey’s teacher? Sign me the fuuuuck up, and Soul Searching is so fucking well written. I go back to this one every few weeks and just gush at how great the world building is. I love the relationship Rey has with Leia and Han. It’s rich with love and angst and fluffffff. So good. 

Coveted by OptimisticBeth | 82k | E | WIP | OptimisticBeth is just an incredible writer, so you should honestly read all of her stuff, but I am so, so, so into this fic. It’s A/B/O and Ben’s Rey’s pack leader. He, along with a bunch of other Alphas are trying to court Rey, a highly desired Omega. It’s so fucking delicious, y’all. Alpha Ben Solo is just...it doesn’t get much better. 

A Treehouse Covered in Salt by violethoure666 | 34k | E | This fic made me cry my eyes out. I’m not kidding. It’s so raw and real. It hurts to read at some points, but you care so much about Ben and Rey in this that you fight through the pain. They grow up together as neighbors and Han builds them a treehouse where they meet throughout their childhoods/teen years. Prepare to cry but also be so fulfilled and satisfied. It’s wonderful. love it when you call me lover by @kylotrashforever​​ | 66k | E | WIP | First, let me say that anything by KTF is going to be gold. These fics I have listed are just a few of my favorites at the moment. Lover is hot as fuck (as is all of her stuff) but also fluffy in the best way. It’s in Sadsville right now so I’m fucking PUMPED for her to update. Ben’s a doctor who basically gives Rey a sexual awakening when he proves her statement of “I just don’t think I can come from (insert sexual act here)” very, very wrong.  

mountain at my gates by @kylotrashforever​ | 26k | E | More A/B/O goodness. Omega Rey’s car breaks down on a mountain. Ben is a mountain man Alpha. You can probably guess what happens from there. *fans self* 

take me to church by @kylotrashforever​ | 26k | E | I love this story so much. Ben is the pastor’s son at the church Rey grows up in. They start hooking up in secret and are terrrrrrible at communicating with each other which leads to angst. But it’s so sweet and soft while also being super hot. I love this Ben and Rey so much. 

Your Pretty Little Heart by @ever-so-reylo​ | 64k | E | The A/B/O Reylo bible, I feel like. They’re doctors and he’s a grumpy as fuck Alpha. Shenanigans ensue. And by shenanigans I mean a lot, a lot, a LOT of sex. 

The Food of Love by @lovesbitca8​ | 60k | E | Y’all. If you haven’t read this yet, please stop what you’re doing and read it RIGHT NOW. I ate this fic up in one sitting because holy SHIT it’s amazing. It’s so well written and the story is just... absolutely exquisite. Ben is cellist that’s also a famous rockstar and Rey’s an up and coming violinist and they fall in loOOoOOve in the best, most angsty, sexiest way. Please just read it right now. The scene when she firsts goes to his apartment and plays one of his cellos............you guys. It’s a lot.

Already Home by AttackoftheDarkCurses | 81k | E | This is soulmates + A/B/O so naturally I am obsessed with it. Rey gets connected with her soulmate via a website and he’s going by the name Kylo Ren. At the same time, she’s also moving in with grumpy librarian Ben Solo. She falls in love with both but has no idea that they’re the same person. It’s INCREDIBLE. 

Tangled but Unbroken by AttackoftheDarkCurses | 20k | M | I read this the other night and it’s so fucking soft. I am such a fucking sucker for growing up together fics and this is just such top quality. The braiding kills me every goddamn time. Also, I’m making my way through all of Attack’s works right now and they’re all incredible. Highly recommend. 

Dear Mr. President by @shmisolo​ | 89k | E | I love this Ben so much. The characterization is so on the money. The angst is absolutely delicious. The smut is top brass. Oh, and did I mention they’re soulmates? It’s everything you need, I promise. 

Good Day, Professor by @faequeentitania​ | 38k | E | One of the best Professor Solo fics out there. I’m such a sucker for age difference fics. Of course there’s angst, who do you think I am? 

Embers by sciosophia | 34k | E | Breaking up/getting back together fics are some of my favorites and this one is fantastic. The pining with these two is ridiculous. You just want to smush their faces together. It’s a beautiful love story. 

Reclaimed by @bettsfic​ | 14k | E | Ughhhhhhhhhh, Reclaimed. I am so in love with Reclaimed. Alpha Ben adopts Omega Rey after she’s rescued from this terrible Alpha that held her captive for most of her life. She doesn’t talk and Ben has to help her learn to be a human being and not just a subservient Omega. This Ben is the Ben of my dreams. No contest. 

the following are all written by  @kylorenvevo​. please read them all if you haven’t already. 

landscape with a blur of conquerers | 362k | E |  Y’all know this shit is fire. It’s basically the bible. If you haven’t read this yet, consider this as me yelling at you to do it NOW.   

like young gods | 84k | T | fuck, the Sword of the Jedi series is incomparable when it comes to in-universe fics. I cannot begin to express how much I love this story. It’s so soft and intense and sad. Like, gut wrenchingly sad. Ben senses Rey on Jakku when she’s six and he and Luke take her back to the Jedi Academy. She grows up with Ben. 

to kingdom come | 145k | M |  The sequel to Like Young Gods. I’m not gonna spoil much here, but just know I cried through most of this fic. I downright SOBBED at the end. It’s gorgeous and I will never stop rereading it. The love these two have for each other... it’s unreal. 

i kill giants  | 34k | E | WIP | The TROS fix-it we all need. Ben is alive and finds Rey on Tatooine. It’s soft and Thea does a great job of soothing so many of the gaping wounds we were left with after TROS. My heart soars every time I read a new chapter. This is what we deserved. :( 

the heartbreak prince | 58k | E | WIP |  Harry Potter AU. Professor/student. Size kink. Virginity kink. ANGST. All the good things life has to offer. Professor Solo is fucking filthy in this and I (along with Miss Niima)  am here 👏 for 👏 it. 

place the moon at my eyes (and her whiteness shall devour)  | 29k | E | Another breakup/get back together fic that I absolutely adore.

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Thank you to everyone that’s been so kind and welcoming to me the past couple of months! I love this fandom and its energy and enthusiasm and how much everyone seems to care for each other. I hope that I can continue to create content for you forever <3 

[ughitsnic]

Faking it: Tom Holland

i hope this is okay, it contains smut so just a lil warning

“Harder” you moan, as Tom pounds into you from behind, bent over the couch arm.

“Fuck im so close baby” tom grunts speeding up. You let out another moan.

“Cum with me baby” you whine. “Cum in my pussy” you cry, now faking it.

“Fuck y/n” tom groans spilling into you, slowly pulling out, whimpering at the loss of contact.

“I’m going to go clean up before we leave” you tell tom picking up your panties and kissing him quickly.

“Hurry we’re already late” he calls. You lock the door behind you, turning the tap on sitting on the edge of the bath toying with your clit as your fingers slide in and out of your hole. You bite back moans as you speed up quickly building your own orgasm, throwing your head back.

“Hurry up baby” tom calls.

“Mmmhmmm” you struggle. You were so close the knot in your stomach about to snap any second. “Fuck tom” you whisper as you finally reached your high, squeezing your thighs together. You get up your legs weak, washing your hand before using the toilet and wiping your self down and slipping on your underwear. And meeting him at the door, feeling guilty about what had just happened, what always happens.

Most of the party you were sat with Z, gossiping and catching up.

“So how is everything with you two?” She questions motioning over to Tom who was standing talking to someone you didn’t actually know.

“Hes a great guy” you smile. “I love him but” you trail off, you hadn’t seen each other for a few months so there was a lot to catch up on.

“A big one. I shouldn’t even be saying this. Please don’t repeat this” you beg.

“My lips are sealed, pinky promise” she holds out her pinky, and you wrap yours with hers.

“I have to fake it” you were ashamed to admit it.

“Every time or just every so often” she questions after a pause that felt way too long. She moves closer to you on the couch so you would whisper.

“Everytime” you kept your voice low.

“Have you spoke to him?”

“No. I feel bad. We had sex before we got here i had to get off in the bathroom after” you hide your face, embarrassed

“Is he… bad?” She questions taking a sip of her beer. You shrug.

“He’s not the worst. Its pleasurable, like it feels good but it’s not enough i need more to actually get there and i’ve had better. Waaay better” it felt so good to finally get it off your chest

“How good are we talking?” She questions.

“My ex ate my pussy so good that i came 4 times” you blush.

“I knew a guy like that. You know when you cant even think and it’s like your entire body is on fire?” She grins. You nod quickly.

“The day after when it feels like youve done 500 squats and sit ups. I just wanna be fucked until i can’t think. Is that too much to ask?” You giggle. Zendaya quickly shushes you her eyes wide.

“Yeah i saw her insta story she looked gorgeous” she says excitedly. You turn to see tom.

“Hey princess” Tom smiles sitting next to you, you lean against him.

“Having fun?” You question, as he wraps his arm around his shoulder.

“Yeah, it’s getting late and i wanna go the gym tomorrow” tom tells you.

“Do you want to go now?” You ask.

“Yeah, if thats okay”  Tom smile getting your bag.

"Im gonna go shower before bed” tom tells you.

“Alright baby. Everything okay?” You question.

“No. I’m exhausted” he admits. “I can’t wait to just get into bed and cuddle”

“Do you want to finish umbrella academy tonight?” You question. He lets out a long sigh running his fingers through his hair. He looked wrecked.

“Do you think im that fucking stupid!” He shouts. “Really y/n?”

“We could watch a movie instead?” You question is confused. He didnt hear you, did he? No. You were being quiet.

“Baby” he struggles. “Im sorry” he sighs. “Why didn’t you tell me i’ve never made you climax?”

“What?” You try and play dumb.

“Are you being serious? Lying to me yet again?” He voice strained, no anger in his voice, just disappointment. “What else have you lied about? Do you even love me?” This time his voice was full of heartbreak.

“Yes i love you” you wrap your arms around him. “I love you so much i just didn’t want to hurt your feelings” you whisper feeling guilty all over again.

“What am i doing wrong?” He questions.

“Tom you do pleasure me, but i just need a little longer to get there” you admit not looking at him. “And you could maybe focus on my clit more”

“Next you’re gonna tell me I don’t know where it is” he mumbles.

“No, you find it straight away i just need more”

“Can you show me?” He questions innocently. “how to make you cum"

“Now?”

“Yeah”

You both lay on the bed, your hand guiding toms.

“Are you sure i’m doing this right?”

“Mmmhmm” you screw your eyes shut.

“For real?”

“Fuck tom, for real” you struggle. “Faster” you pant.

“Like that?” He questions, rubbing fast figure eights against your sensitive bundle of nerves.  You nod quickly, grinding against his fingers.

“Yeah, fuuuuck” you cry. “Tom, there” the coil in your stomach snaps moans falling from your lips. “Tom” you whine your hips bucking. He licks his fingers clean before pulling you close.

“I wish you spoke to me” he whispers

“I just- i didn’t want you to feel bad. You do make me feel good. Really good” you mumble, tired as he kisses your neck.

“Baby its been nearly a year”

“You would have done it eventually”

“So you had some faith”

“Just a little” you tease.

“No baby. It’s still a sensitive subject” he groans.

“Tom. I like making you feel good, and i love you” you remind him. “If i didnt do you think youd be in my bed right now?”

“Unless you’re just using me for my money?”

“You caught me, im a gold digger” you laugh turning to face him. “I love you”

“I love you too”

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “Trapped” Part 3

Almost one year ago, someone tried to kill The Joker in a speeding car and Y/N pushed him out of the way, getting hit instead. With a fractured skull and broken bones, she was out of business for 6 months; when she finally recovered, The Queen of Gotham wasn’t the same anymore. Trapped inside her own mind and exhibiting severe cognitive impairment, Y/N’s life switched upside down without any hope of ever returning to normal.

Part 1       Part 2     Part 4     Part 5

Same day, later in the evening

“What are you doing, Pumpkin?” The Joker crawls next to you although he has an idea about why you look upset.

You’re on your tummy scribbling on a piece of paper and he can tell you are concentrating hard while working on the current project: writing down your name. Only got the first three letters then the rest went blank.

“I….I can’t think…” you intensely stare at the blue pen in between your fingers.

“Of course you can!” J reaches over so he can guide your arm since it’s clear you need help. “There you go… done. Now try to copy it bellow, alright?”

“Hm?”

“Try again Princess,” he taps on the sheet and watches Y/N struggling to imitate the word. “Well done!” The King of Gotham praises. “Wanna give it a shot with a few more simple words?”

“Mmmm…” you debate. “OK?...”

You analyze The Joker’s movements as he depicts four letter words, one of them getting your attention in particular.

“Love?” you smile, happy you deciphered the meaning.

“Yes, a basic…”

“Love?” you scoot over, more and more excited and it clicks for your boyfriend.

“It’s just an example for you to exercise and relearn how to write, understand? It doesn’t mean anything!”

You giggle and touch his nose with yours.

“Love!”

“No Pumpkin! I don’t love you, how did you get such atrocity from my note??!! It has no hidden meaning! I barely, from very afar, remotely, not even similar to love, sort of like you and that’s it!”

You snicker and quickly slide to grab the yellow teddy bear, whispering in its ear:

“Love.”

“Aren’t you listening Princess?? Don’t start fake rumors!!”

Still…Y/N lives on her own little planet and her damaged brain grasped a wonderful concept despite The Clown vehemently dismissing his actions.

“Serves me right for being supportive,” he grumbles and resorts to diversion, the best weapon against your new found logic.

“Wanna read to me?” he points at the pile of children’s books resting on the nightstand: they are the best to use in your present circumstance.

“… … Read?... ” you ask, confused.

“Here,” J picks a random publication and gives it to you.

Might as well fully take advantage.

“Spoil me!” he buries his cheeks in your cleavage, guiding your free hand towards his green locks.

You never figured out how he doesn’t suffocate with his face glued to your skin; sometimes he sleeps like that for hours. Must be a special talent.

“The … ummm… the…. The duck…” you read the first page and massage his scalp, frowning at the words you can’t make sense of. “Cross… … crossed?...”  

“Yeah,” The Joker’s mumbled voice agrees.

“… the… g-glass…” you stutter at the sentence.

“Grass,” J corrects you.

“Hm?...”

“Grass Pumpkin, not glass.”

“Ummm… grass…” you continue to read the best way you can and he rectifies your errors until no more sounds emerge: The King is softly purring, a clear indication he’s dreaming.

You toss the book on the floor, fed up with the difficult task of organizing your thoughts; pampering him is better. You slowly tilt his head backwards so you can kiss him: The Joker frowns in his daze and you pinch his butt, chuckling.

“What is it?” he opens one eye and you pull down on his boxers. “Princess, we had sex an hour ago. Do you think I run on batteries?” the complaint is fast to follow.

... … … Batteries?... …                                            

You jump from the bed and stump to the closet, fumbling around for a couple of minutes before returning to a puzzled Clown.

You stretch the elastic of his underwear, dropping two batteries you snatched from the flashlight inside.

“How… how long do we w-wait?” you innocently ask.

The Joker bites his lip, attempting to contain himself yet he can’t: he bursts out laughing at your quirky solution while dragging you on top of him.

“You’re the funniest and smartest person I know, Pumpkin!” he cracks up, actually convinced he’s telling the truth. “Who’s my clever girl, huh?”

He’s talking about a girl again…What girl?...

Y/N peeks behind her and J reminds his baffled half:

“For God’s sake, Princess! I’m talking about you; you’re my girl! Can you get my phone?” he gestures at his mobile ringing by your pillow.

You give the cell to J, ignoring his conversation with Frost: you keep kissing him with the sole purpose of getting undivided affection.

“I guess Adam is here to pick up the cars you damaged,” he finally ends his chat. “Let’s go supervise the process. Don’t be disappointed, Pumpkin, we’ll have fun later. It’s your fault for destroying my collection!”

****************

The Joker watches his crew sweeping the concrete in the garage: broken glass, pieces of metal and debris scattered on the pavement after his vehicles were hauled inside huge trucks in order to be transported to Adam’s workshop for repairs.

“Thanks a lot, Y/N!” he growls, frustrated.

“Y-you’re welcome,” you serenely reply without a care in the universe.

“You’re the worst thing that ever happened to me, Princess!” he huffs at your indifference.

“Love,” you confess to the fluffy toy squished in your embrace.

“I heard that and it’s an aberration! Why do you keep persisting with this nonsense?! I’m literally stating the opposite!” J admonishes but who’s listening to him?

Not Y/N.

“Nolan is texting me,” he changes subject. “He wants me to meet him at his warehouse to inspect the boxes of ammo for the deal. Will you accompany me?”

“Hm?”

“Car ride?” The King of Gotham simplifies his request.

“U-hum!” you nod, preparing to enter the purple Lamborghini which luckily wasn’t in the garage when you smashed J’s cars.

“Frost, if you see me parked up the street in the driving alley, don’t come investigate, got it? This woman’s been pestering me for extracurricular activities, might not make it inside the mansion.”

“Of course, sir!” Jonny finds it wise to consent to his boss’s rambling.

“Tell everyone: if the Lamborghini’s rockin’, don’t come knockin’!”

**************

You’re sitting on J’s lap, completely blocking the arrangements happening at the table: you’re more preoccupied with your game than whatever it is they are negotiating about.

“What are you playing, Y/N?” Nolan curiously inquires because your thumbs are surely moving at a crazy speed on your cell’s screen.

“Hm?” you stop and gaze his way.

“What are you playing?” the man repeats.

“Mmmmm… Tetrixx Bricks.”

“What level are you on?” Nolan leans over, his eyes getting big at the revelation. “Holy shit, Y/N! How did you make it this far??! I’ve been striving to pass level 98 for a month!”

“She’s smart, that’s how!” your boyfriend sassily underlines.

“Do you think that you can help me?” the guy slides his phone in front of you.

“I’m sorry, is this a gaming party or a business matter?!” The Joker scoffs.

“Well, we’re pretty much done: we accepted the terms, we just have to move the merchandise in the morning.”

You are already matching the colorful blocks on Nolan’s game, his face ecstatic when the obnoxious song announces with great fanfare: “Level Up!”

“Holy cow!!!!” he shouts and you return his phone. “Thank you!”

“Hey Y/N,” one of the mobster’s henchmen dares to voice his demand. “Would you help me too? I’m stuck on level 76.”

“I’m dead on 105,” another goon mumbles under his breath, stepping in the line forming to your left.

J would normally cut off this useless waste of his precious time yet he can’t deny the gratification building up in his heart: heavens knows how it feels to be trapped inside your own mind and his girl has definitely battled unimaginable odds to be where she’s at right now.

Living with cognitive impairment is not easy, but she’s still here and it beats the alternative.

“Good job, Pumpkin!” The Clown boasts at the long string of cell phones parading through your fingers while you aid Nolan’s team leveling up on Tetrixx Bricks.

And somehow his hands are holding you tighter, not even bored with the random outcome of his meeting.

**************

You escaped on the terrace for a break and J is discussing the last details with your host: tomorrow you have a routine checkup, thus he has to wrap it up soon.

“Out of my way, half-wit!” Derek aka Nolan’s oldest son pushes you. Would he have done it if you were the same individual from almost a year ago? Nope. Apparently he believes he’s entitled to take advantage of Y/N since she’s alone outside.

“Why did Mister Joker bring you anyway?” he lights up a cigarette, annoyed. “Stupid monosyllabic bitch!” he ogles your summer dress, swiftly lifting it. “Are you wearing diapers?” he chuckles as you walk backwards, trying to process what he’s throwing at you. “Come on, show me!” he approaches and carefully scouts the premises to ensure you two don’t have company.

Perhaps the neurons in your brain are overcharged for the moment; nevertheless, they warn of imminent altercation: the dude’s a total douchebag.

“Are you shy?” Derek grins. “C’mon, lemme see!! Oooohh…fuuuuck…” he bends over in pain when your knee unexpectedly kicks him in the crotch: you used all your strength and he drops down, curling up in a ball. “God…dammit!” Derek shrieks at the defense he didn’t anticipate.

“I…I’m not wearing diapers!” you stammer and because he landed on the edge of the pool you roll him in the water also.

The loud splash makes The Joker wave at you, glad he eventually found you: he’s been searching around the warehouse for the last 5 minutes.

“There you are! Quit playing around, Pumpkin; we have a swimming pool at home!”

You rush by his side eager to bail before the asshole pops up from the bottom of the pond.

“Sushi for dinner?” J suggests and Y/N is not the type of individual to reject one of her favorite dishes.

“I…I love sushi,” you smile elbowing him. “Love.”

“Don’t start with me again!” The King barks at your obvious hint.

*************

“Are you eating the last piece?” he glares at your salmon roll.

“No,” you offer the treat to him. “You…you need it more,” Y/N verbalizes her concern regarding his well-being.

“Can’t disagree, Pumpkin. You exhausted me you naughty girl,” J pretends to be super tired. “What can I do? Princess wants, Princess gets,” he inhales, resigned.

You’re not focusing on his whining: frankly, your intellect has been challenged enough for today. You cuddle in his arms while he chews on his food and watch TV without paying attention to the movie.

“Don’t forget tomorrow morning you have your doctor’s appointment,” J mentions. “I have to stay and wait for the guns I purchased from Nolan; you’ll have to manage without me. I’ll send an escort, deal?”

“U-hum.”

“Don’t yawn, Pumpkin. I’m the one that should yawn,” The Joker scratches his thigh. “This move sucks,” he pouts and turns off the TV. “I have a better idea,” he chooses a kid’s book from the stack. “Read to me.”

You open the textbook and although your brain is overwhelmed, you still make an effort for his sake.

“Mmm… Rainy… sky… Skies?...”

“Yup,” he turns on his side and nuzzles in your hair.

“Float over…hmm… t-town…”, your voice echoes in the room, soothing a worn out Joker.

Strange he can’t properly rest unless you read to him: after all J barely, from very afar, remotely, not even similar to love, sort of likes you.

Also read: MASTERLIST

You can follow me on Ao3 and Wattpad under the same blog name: DiYunho.

[e1ana]

another... platform... (and also momojirou)

i have twitter now >:D i want to be able to interact more w/ other writers and yall and also share stuff i won’t post on here/ao3 as threads! my user is e1ana_ if you wanna come say hi :)

anyways below is some momojirou i put there recently because i felt weird just advertising my twitter and leaving hehe

“Momo,” Jirou says, one hand cradling her massive stomach and the other loosely holding a few umaibo. “You said you were coming to bed in a few minutes.”

Momo sighs and tucks her pen behind her ear. Work had been crazy today, which meant more reports. Nobody had told her the boring downside of being in the top ten. “Yes, love, I’ll only be a minute. I just have to finish up the paperwork.” 

“Said that twenty minutes ago.” Jirou mumbles and waddles her way back into the bedroom, the crinkling of another umaibo pack trailing behind her.

Jirou had been the one to vote for her being the one to get pregnant. Momo had just broken into the top ten, and her need for an unnaturally high BMI and rapid food consumption might affect the pregnancy. But the consequences of the journey had certainly taken its toll on both women. From rapid mood swings to extended morning sickness, it seemed like these kids really had it out for them.

Still. Neither thinks they would give it up if they could. 

Momo goes back to detailing her patrol, TV humming away in the distance. Taking on a four on one battle in a cramped alley had been exciting, no lie, but coming home to a stack of papers and a cranky wife wasn’t exactly the warm welcome that Momo would’ve liked. Stop that, she chastises herself. She’s ready to pop, and you’ve been away from home for nearly half the day. Of course, she won’t be greeting you at the doorway. The hero sighs and places her writing utensil on her desk. She can deal with this tomorrow - for now, she has a cranky partner to soothe.

She tucks the papers back into their clip and turns on the kettle. A cup of tea before bed had been routine for the past few years and it hadn’t changed with time. That was another thing - going from having one tea guzzler in the house to two had put a massive dent in Momo’s supply. Kyoka claimed that the babies like it and that it's probably good for me - all unbacked statements, but convincing nonetheless. If tea was what Kyoka wanted, it’s what she would get. Momo steeps the extra cup with care, adding the perfect amount of sugar and making sure no extra leaves are floating around.

Momo knocks on the door before pushing it gently open. Kyoka is splayed out on the bed, head propped up on a pillow to look at the TV from over her belly. She peeks over and makes room for Momo upon her entrance. One cup of tea is placed on the table next to her and the other clinks when Momo slides into bed. “I thought you finished Followers already.”

Jirou sips her tea before turning around to face her wife. “I wanted to rewatch it. You were taking so long I nearly got a quarter way through.”

Momo wraps her arms around Jirou and the pregnant woman worms her way into a more comfortable position. “Sorry, my love. You know how long papers can go on.”

Jirou snuggles closer and unwraps another umaibo and bites half of it off. She’s at the part of the show where a famous photographer meets an aspiring actress. She closes her eyes and leans her head against Momo’s chest. Her face is barely above the covers, thick blanket tickling at her bottom lip. Momo’s hand wanders to her stomach, rubbing the taut skin and warming it beneath her palm. Jirou hums and places her hand on top. 

There’s a flutter beneath her skin and Jirou hisses. Someone is deciding to be a little gymnast, it seems. Momo sighs and moves her hand, her aimless rubbing turning into a one-handed massage. “I love getting to feel them move. It’ll be any day now, I swear. How’ve they been treating you?”

“Like hell. One of them - I can’t tell who, but I think it might be Hisami - has been literally jumping on my bladder and doing flips for the past few hours. Little bugger.” She reaches up and cradles Momo’s face in her palm, opening her eyes to meet black. “I can’t believe I’m only a week overdue. It feels like a month, at least.” As if on cue, one of the babies kicks and nails Jirou so hard she swears she feels her rib crack. Momo coos and rubs the sore spot, letting her wife mumble irritated curses into her skin.

“They’ll be out soon. All that waiting, all the struggles, and we’ll get to see their pretty little faces.” She pecks Jirou on the cheek and turns her head into the pillow. She clicks off the TV and helps Jirou settle into her body-sized pillow. “I love you, Kyoka.”

“I love you too. Goodnight.”

***

It happens, ironically, in the middle of a bi-monthly class 1-A reunion. Jirou’s in the middle of a conversation with Kaminari and Mina, the pink girl yammering on about some insane romantic escapade. After graduating from UA, she may as well have been a professional serial romantic alongside being a hero. 

She’d thought that Mina had gesticulated into her cup and spilled water down her leg, but upon further notice (and further sitting in it), the liquid was coming from inside her dress. Kyoka’s breath catches in her throat at a harsh cramp and latches onto Mina’s arm.

“I hate to interrupt your story, Mina, but I think my water just broke.”

Her friend pauses, yellow eyes blinking slowly and processing information. Kaminari, the fucking idiot, takes the information through one ear and out the other. He’s off like a bullet train, wailing about “not being ready to be an uncle.”

“Man, right in the middle of my sentence!” Mina leads her over to sit down at a table. Oh shit, this is really happening. A few minutes give way to another clench in Jirou’s abdomen, solidifying the reality of the moment. She presses both hands to her stomach and breathes in deeply. Oh boy - well, girls. In a matter of hours, she’d likely be holding her children in her arms.

Another contraction hits, sharper and more insistent than the last time. “Momo,” she manages between breaths. “Where’s Momo?”

“Right here.” She slides next to Kyoka, ponytail swinging behind her. “Sorry, I was in the restroom for the big moment. Kaminari’s been very diligent in catching me up, though.” The man in question is heaving his ass off, sweat running down his brow and darkening the pits of his sleeve. He flashes Jirou a thumbs up before going back to his impressive wheezing.

Momo rubs her hand as they sit for the next half hour or so. The contractions aren’t even close to ten minutes apart, so there’s no rush in gathering the bag and designating a driver. Jirou almost wishes there was - though they are far apart, the contractions hurt pretty badly and make her gasp in discomfort. Being the only person not in some stage of panic, Todoroki offers to drive. Kaminari and Midoriya both head back to their house to get the hospital bag. All the while Jirou grips away at her wife’s hand and breathes in the direction of Mina and Shinsou.

“All right. We can go.” Todoroki whirls back around, swiftly walking back to the car with both Momo’s purse and Jirou’s handbag. 

Jirou is shaky as she stands, nails digging into both Momo and Mina’s skin. Neither makes any indication that they’re in pain other than a slight hiss that goes unnoticed. They walk to the car, Jirou wobbling half from the pain and half from her massive stomach. In all honesty, she couldn’t wait to be able to jog for more than three steps or touch her toes again. Even the short distance from the door of the building to the door of the car was practically making her work up a sweat.

She clips the seatbelt herself, shooing away the other people to have a moment of blessed silence in the completely closed car. That peace is dispelled when another wave of pain has her damn near doubling over. “Fuuuuck,” she hisses at nobody in particular. “Fuck.” She says again directed at her belly. A heel rams into her guts like one of the cheeky little ladies had heard her swear at them. “Fuck you. You two better get out fast, I'm already over this.”

Then the car doors are opening and far too many people are piling in. Todoroki takes the driver's seat, Mina the passenger, and Momo the backseat beside Jirou. Momo presses a slow kiss to her forehead and one to her stomach, rubbing her belly in an attempt at consolation. “Soon we’ll get to meet our daughters, Kyoka. You’re so strong. Going to give us two healthy little girls.”

Jirou nods and clenches her teeth tighter. A few more hours of what already felt like hell, but the payoff would be so worth it. She closes her eyes and leans her head back, open window sending hair flying into her sweaty face. She focuses on her pulse, and her breaths, and the grip of Momo’s hand in her own.

The news of the oncoming hero child is leaked fast and at the hands of a bewildered teenager driving by who happened to get a glimpse through the window. Thankfully the group manages to get to the hospital with only a little traffic trouble, meeting up with Kaminari and Midoriya to secure the bag.

Jirou’s gasps and groans escalate in volume, growing into full-on yelps of pain with every contraction as they become more frequent and intense. Momo stays with her the whole time, pushing her hair out of her face and rubbing her arm and whispering words of praise.

God. Kyoka thought she’d known pain, that the contractions were hard, but she hadn’t been mentally prepared for pushing out two entire babies. It had seriously felt like someone was ripping her snatch in half for upwards of six hours. 

But, when all is said and done, and the doctor places Hisami and Anzu on her chest it's so worth it. Jirou cries openly when their warbling cries meet her ears and their little bodies squirm to make themselves more comfortable. After a few minutes when Anzu falls asleep (it had to have been Hisami stomping on her bladder), Momo’s quiet tears join hers when she cradles and rocks the black-haired baby.

“Beautiful,” she whispers, switching Anzu into one arm to grab Jirou’s hand with the other. “Look how beautiful they are.” 

Hisami tosses and turns, trying desperately to break out of the blanket burrito she’s ensnared in. It had to have been her, stamping all over Jirou’s insides like that. She blinks open her eyes slowly, purple meeting purple as she stares at her mother. Jirou laughs and wipes her face. Yeah, pregnancy was hell. But if this is the payoff - if she gets to hold her two beautiful daughters in her arms with her wife by her side - it all was beyond worth it.

[deans-baby-momma]

Rebel Without A Cause-Part 2

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed the PG-13 Chapter 1. Because this goes straight to X-rated from here on out. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya! LOL

As Dean pounds into  the random cunt beneath him, the sounds from around the room mixes with her moans. Glancing up, Dean sees a multitude of bare-assed bodies littered about, all in various stages of the exact act he is partaking in. Their hotel room is filled with people having some sort of sex.

Sam, his younger brother and bass guitarist, is kneeled on the floor in front of a chair, his face submerged between the legs of some brunette; Cas is sprawled on one of the beds with Meg, his wife and the band’s keyboard player, bouncing on his cock. Other random strangers were placed throughout the room, participating in the nightly orgy that the Winchester Sex Bombs always hosted. Fucking random people around a bunch of other random people fucking always helped the band come down from the high of a great concert.

Dean thrusts into the pussy his dick is buried in when he feels a familiar touch on his shoulder. The whisper in his ear causes his cock to harden even more. “How’s she feel, brotha? That pussy squeezing your prick tight? You go’na let me have a taste?” The Cajun accent sending shivers through his body.

Dean groans as Benny’s hand slides down his back and grips his ass. Pumping into the girl once more before pulling out, Dean turns to Benny.

“You want that used up hole or you want this?” Dean asks as he wraps his hand around the base of his cock. He smirks as he watches Benny quickly crawl backward off the bed and get down on his knees. Guiding his cum-slick, condom-covered shaft to the Cajun’s lips, Dean chuckles. “That’s what I thought. You’re a cock slut for this, aren’t ya? You want to taste her? Lick it off my dick.”

Benny parts his lips and slides his tongue out to stroke the head. His eyes roll as the tang of the woman’s pussy mixed with the cherry-flavored condom hits his taste buds. The lead singer of the Winchester Sex Bombs watches as his best friend and the band’s drummer continues to lick some random girl’s slick from him.

“Goddamn Ben!” Dean whimpers as he places a hand on Benny’s head. “Open up.”

Benny drops his chin and allows Dean to slip between his lips.

“Fuuuuck, your mouth is like heaven,” Dean growls as he pumps into his friend’s face. A scoff comes from the top of the bed, catching Dean’s attention. The whore sits up on her elbows, wide-eyed at the sight before her.

“Sorry sweetheart. You'll get yours in a minute,” he uses his free hand and jams three fingers into her used cunt. “There. Fuck yourself on that.”

Dean gazes down at the man sucking his dick. Whoever would have thought that when he became friends with ‘the new kid that talked funny’ that a few years later he would be balls deep inside the man’s mouth. Dean tries to remember when it all changed but his train of thought derails as he feels his balls tighten, signaling that he was close to cumming. “Ben, I’m gonna shoot my load,” he warns, expecting Benny to pull off and jack him off. Instead the big man hollows his cheeks and sucks. Dean yells as he shoots ropes of cum into the flavored rubber.

He sits back on his haunches and watches as Benny leans up and forwards to finish cleaning him, licking off every drop of the girl's juices. Dean hisses when Benny runs his tongue over the sensitive head. 

“Finish her off,” Dean says as he pulls his fingers from the stranger’s pussy and licks them clean. “I need a smoke.”

Jumping off the bed, Dean barely pays any mind as Benny takes up residence in the same pussy he’d been fucking. He pulls the loaded rubber off and tosses it in the trash bin. They shared a lot, Dean and Benny. From childhood memories to drinks to random hook-ups. Some of those hook-ups left unsatisfied but the two best friends always ended satiated.

Dean sat on the balcony of the hotel, his flaccid, used, sticky prick hanging between his legs. He looks out at the night sky as he lights the joint that had been left behind.

“Dude, have some modesty!” Sam admonishes as he and his lady of the night join Dean moments later. Sam wearing only a pair of boxers but the short brunette’s body was covered with the shirt Sam had sported earlier. Dean looks at the two of them and silently studies them. They are so different. Sam, with his 6 foot 4 inches of height and his date….well she would be lucky if she tipped the scales at an even 5 foot. Sam’s shirt practically swallows her but Dean could tell she is built under it.

“Why? You think your girlfriend will see my dick and forget about you?” He asked, turning his attention to the girl. “Sweetheart, is my brother enough man for you? He thoroughly fuck you or does that little pussy still need to be wrecked?”

Dean felt his member twitch at the thought of pounding into the girl who was trying, and failing, not to look at his groin area.

“Fuck you, Dean!” Sam said as he sits down in the other chair, pulling the girl into his lap. “The only thing I’m sharing with you is that,” Sam replied, pointing at the lit roach pinched between his brother’s index finger and thumb.

THREE HOURS BEFORE

Dean finishes off his drink before pulling on his trademark leather jacket. Tonight, he and his band were in some no-name city on the east coast, on the line up with other up and coming bands to rock the house at. A variety of headline acts were on the venue but Dean knew his band and their music would bring the house down. Winchester Sex Bombs were the best of the whole program. 

A knock on the door alerts the lead singer and lyricist that it was time to head backstage and join the rest of his band. Slipping into his boots, Dean opens the door and exits his room. He follows the PA toward the elevator.

“Packed house tonight,” the man informs him. “I haven’t seen this many people here since the Boss took the stage.”

Dean just smiles at the shorter man. He was used to hearing that they were packing stadiums and arenas as much as Springsteen used to, when he toured. But Dean’s dream was to surpass all those and break attendance records. 

The elevator doors glide open once the metal box stops its descent and Dean can already hear the crowd. The third act of the night is on stage and they are next. The masses sound riled up already and it makes Dean eager to get out there and knock their socks off! It did seem to be a full house, just from the reverberation. Dean’s smile grows as he thought of all the possibilities for the after-concert festivities that the Sex Bombs always engage in.

“Sounds like a fun crowd,” Cas says. His wife, Meg standing near the curtain, peeking out at the horde of fans. She turns and heads toward them, her dark eyes smiling. 

“Man, this is the largest event we’ve ever been a part of,” she gushes and she grabs Cas’ hand and interlocks their fingers. “Can’t wait for them to hear our new material!”

“Yea we’re gonna knock their socks off with ‘Let’s Get Carnal’”, Cas chuckles. “I still can’t believe you wrote that.”

Dean shrugs and gives his best friend a toothy smile. “Can’t take all the credit,” he responds, as the drummer walks up with two beers and hands one to Dean. “Benny co-wrote it.”

“Eh, I jus’ give ya th’ beat. You’re the one who wen’ all vulgar with th’ lyrics,” Benny answers. “But these folks are gonna lose their shit!”

The house goes wild when they take the stage. Dean stands behind the mic stand as the rest of his group take their places with their instruments. Sam begins the beginning chords of the first song in their set as Dean prepares to launch into the lyrics.

Halfway through the second song, Dean eyes a blonde in the second row who looks like she could be a good time. Signaling their manager, Crowley McLeod, Dean points her out knowing the man would work his magic and the girl would be in his room waiting for him after the show.  Dean continues to observe the girl as she dances to his songs. The way her lithe body moves, he knows she'll be a good time later tonight. 

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sugar daddy ➸ morgan rielly hcs!

listen this is all i’ve been thinking about all day okay i need this in my life i just want a sugar daddy mo in my life please

find my masterlist here

okay so listen

you’re probably like a photographer or something in media for the leafs

running around making sure the boys get places on time

interviews, shoots, the fucking plane, everything

and you’re really young, yk, you’re maybe 20 or so

and accelerating your education seemed like a good idea

but now you’ve got a ton of debt

so you get a job at the starbucks near your shitty apartment

you have to make ends meet right?

and its so exhausting, running around and often working 8 or more hours at each job

but you have to put on a smile for the boys and for the customers and for your bosses at both jobs

but it’s definitely taking its toll because you’re just so tired all the time

but it’s a good thing you work at a coffee shop isnt it?

morgan likes to walk around random parts of the city when he’s stressed

and hes totally been trying to work up the courage for a while to just talk to you and to get to know you fr

he’s just so fucking attracted to this young, smart, funny, and kind photographer that’s somehow responsible for team of actual children

it’s after a game and a tough loss that he comes in

it’s like 1:53 am when he walks into this starbucks on the opposite side of toronto from where his giant ass condo is

and he sees you

no, not like, oh hey you happen to be here at the same time as me,

but he sees you as in you’re coming from the back room, re-tying your apron behind you

and just like that you’re back to running around and doing too many things at once, just like how you are at the arena

somehow even at almost 2 am, your store is pretty busy

so when the next person in line steps up and you make eye contact with him you almost choke

and mo’s eyes widen and he opens and closes his mouth a few times

“hi what can i get you?” you squeak before he can say anything stupid

he def is hesitant giving you his order but does it anyways and is kind of shocked when you ask for his name for the order

you dont make eye contact while you make the drink, making sure to just call out his name when it’s ready and go back to running around

and he’s about to ask to talk to you when you suddenly straighten up and tell your shift “i’m gonna go restock the back” and you’re gone again

you probably avoid morgan for a few days, maybe a couple weeks even, after that

he ends up cornering you in your office when you’re editing pictures or something after practice

“why? why didn’t you tell me?”

you sigh, having expected this conversation since you saw him

“because it’s not relevant to any conversation we’ve had.”

“relevant? of course it’s relevant!” he throws his hands up, “we’re a team, a family, and you shouldn’t have to work 2 jobs!”

“well some of us don’t make millions of dollars a year morgan!” you finally snap at him “some of us have to work 16 hours a day to make ends meet! and even then we’re still barely living paycheck to paycheck!”

he recoils at your words, because he never though about the fact that the leafs organization might not be paying you enough to get you through your debts and bills

“let me help”

you almost choke when he says that

“no. absolutely not. i’m not a child nor am i a charity case okay? i’ve been on my own for a long time.”

he doesnt give up, and continues to press you until you kick him out of your office

after that things with morgan get a little...flirtier you could say

his touch is lingering

he’s making eye contact with you across the room and not looking away

but he’s also very publicly inviting you out with the team, watching your squirm while you have to come up with a lie every time as to why you couldn’t

and not to mention game days

holy shit he comes in wearing his game day suit and maintains eye contact with you the whole time

walk walk fashion baby

it’s only a matter of time before you cave, he thinks

and he’s right

it’s about a month later that you’re at some gala for the team

and thank god the leafs organization payed for your shit because this dress and these heels would’ve used up two entire paychecks

and morgan’s shamelessly flirting with you that night, touching you along your back and your arms and letting his hand rest on your thigh when you’re seated

it isn’t long before he has you bent over the hood of his expensive ass sports car

and for a second you’re worried because holy shit this car is worth more than your fucking life

the thought flies out the window though pretty soon

cause mo is pounding into you from behind yk, pressing you against the cool metal of the sleek black sports car

you’re choking out moans and squeals of his name and when he wraps a hand around your neck you cry out

“daddy!”

and he freezes for a second before going at you even harder

he squeezes your throat

“yeah, honey, gonna come for daddy? huh? gonna let daddy take care of you?”

and you know theres a double meaning behind his words but you just cry out

“yesyesyes, daddy, you take such good care of me, fuuuuck”

and then you’re coming while he rails you into a car that’s worth more than your existence and when he comes he forces you into another orgasm

and with all the work and running around you havent been able to get laid in a long long time

and he’s so good that you just feel so weak and drained afterwards

and then he whispers gently “you’re calling off working tomorrow, you need sleep, and i’m gonna cover everything for you for at least the next two months”

as much as you want to argue, you’ve slept maybe 10 hours in the past 2  weeks and you dont have it in you

and yeah it would be nice to be taken care of for a little bit

mo is so soft and sweet with you when he takes you home

as if he didnt just fuck the life out of you

and when you wake up in his bed, you’re a little disoriented for a second

he’s already awake, facing you with his arm wrapped around your waist

he’s pressing kisses into your neck and shoulder and you jump at the sudden realization of

“fuck! i have to get to work!” and mo pulls you back down and reminds you that everyone has a day off today

which you’d forgotten due to lack of sleep and the fact that you’d lost track of what day it even was anymore

he pulls you into his chest and buries his nose in your hair

“please, just let me take care of you,” he murmurs

you’re about to argue, now having the energy to, when he speaks again

“fuck, you work so fucking hard, and you’re amazing at what you do, and you’re so young, you don’t deserve all of this i’m not asking you to quit either job or move in with me if you dont want to or anything, i’m just asking you to let me help you. i dont want or expect anything in return okay?”

“mo, i-“

“please just think about it okay? i wanna lighten the load a little bit. and make sure you get enough sleep. i just wanna help you.”

it takes you a few days to think it over and get back to him

but you say yes, smiling shyly up at him, thanking him over and over

and he insists that you dont need to thank him

and you also are kind of embarrassed, but you ask him if the offer still stands for you to move in with him.

cause your apartment kinda sucks and the electricity is shitty and the water shuts off sometimes

and you try and promise to pitch in for rent or utilities

but he doesnt even let you breathe in the direction of the bills

which is kind good cause holy shit he lives in a swanky part of town so of course they’re expensive

i feel like he’d try not to push your boundaries, but after that first time you fucked, you just want more

and you initiate things and fuck he wants you so bad

and he tells you that he really really likes you, not just physically

and asks you out on a proper date

but you’re really not there yet, so you definitely sleep in separate rooms

but he pampers you yk

its started off as just covering your basic needs, and then to buying you clothes

and accessories

and a new laptop

and then getting your phone fixed

and then comes the lingerie

and the jewelry

and holy fuck does mo spoil you

he makes good on his promise tho

you keep your job with the leafs and your job as a barista

but being a barista becomes more of an occasional thing yk

because its fun not because you have to pay your student loans

he’s everything you’ve ever wanted

he’s attentive and caring and so fucking good to you

and loves to spoil his girl

and no one on the team is really surprised when he shows up at a bar after a win with his arm wrapped around you

they just chirp him and expose him to you about how he’s liked you forever

you just smile up at him and kiss his cheek

and you’re really glad that he found out your little secret

[kumkaniudaku]

Any Other Way

A/N: This was supposed to be for Father’s Day but I’m lazy. Enjoy. 

Pots clanging in the comfy Southern kitchen on Sunday afternoon welcomed the excitement of familiar visitors and the time set aside to eat, drink and be merry. Taking a break from the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles to enjoy the holidays elsewhere, Tasha and Chadwick were on stop number two of their Christmas tour to visit his parents.

“Tasha, honey, pass me that salt and pepper next to you,” Mrs. Boseman requested from across the kitchen.

CoCo gladly complied as she wiped the sweat from her brow. After exchanging pleasantries, she went back to gathering ingredients for her assigned side dish.

For late December the weather in South Carolina was unusually warm, but not warm enough to stir up the heat surrounding Tasha. Her stomach churned with the uneasy shake of her breakfast and she could feel her mouth prepare for a reaction.

“You okay over there,” Mrs. Boseman asked, taking note of the slight tremor in Tasha’s hands.

“Honestly, I don’t know. One minute I’m fine and the next I feel like I might have a stomach virus. It’s been on and off for days.”

“I have some medicine in one of these cabinets if you need it. Let me grab it for you.”

Lifting the hand that wasn’t bracing her body against the counter, Tasha waved her mother-in-law off, “No, no. I’m fine. I just...can I get a glass of water?”

She received a slow, concerned nod in response before the woman of the house set off to fulfill the request.

The sound of footsteps coming in their direction forced her to shake the feeling and put on her best face.

Chadwick and his father rounded the corner engrossed in conversation before greeting their spouses. Without missing a beat, he went straight to Tasha to pull her into a hug and a short kiss.

“You look good, girl. Is this makeup?”

“Nope, still my sweaty face from the run earlier,” she laughed. “The one I beat you in might I add.”

“Maybe I just like runnin’ behind you.”

“Yeah right.” Their brief moment of laughter quickly became a one-sided affair when CoCo looked over her husband’s shoulder to find her in-laws conversing about something clearly related to her.

There was little time to read their lips as Chadwick ended his kissing display to resume the conversation.

“I’m going with my daddy to grab some stuff at the hardware store. Need anything while we’re out? We shouldn’t be gone long.”

“Don’t rush, babe. I’ll be here when you get back.”

“Promise?” Tasha answered with a nod as she extended her pinky for Chadwick to grab. Following tradition, he kissed her wedding ring before kissing her forehead. “See you later, baby. Can’t wait to taste that mac and cheese.”

Chadwick’s dirty joke wasn’t lost on Tasha, leading to an exaggerated eye roll while he kissed his mother’s cheek. The longer that the group prolonged their goodbyes, the harder the battle to keep her breakfast down became.

She hardly noticed the door close or Mrs. Boseman’s question in the fog of her thoughts. All she could focus on was the nauseating odor of cheddar cheese mixing with milk to form one horrible combination.

“Tasha, are you-”

“Oh my God. I need to go!”

In a flurry of actions, CoCo found herself face to face with the bottom of the downstairs toilet emptying the two egg breakfast she consumed earlier in the day. Tears stung the brim her eyes from the force of regurgitation and frustration. A knock at the door frightened her out of a series of dark thoughts and back into the present moment.

“I-I’m fine. It must’ve been the run that upset my stomach. I’ll be right out.”

“Take your time, honey. You want that medicine now?”

Tasha sniffled and rubbed at her tears with the sleeve of her warmup jacket, “Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

Mrs. Boseman smiled at the formality and turned to walk away until a thought popped into her head.

“Tasha, have you had your cycle?”

“You mean like...my menstrual? I don’t…” Her voice trailed off as she pulled her cell phone from her jacket pocket to open her tracker app. She wasn’t a stranger to irregular cycles, but she’d never spent more than two weeks wondering when she would begin her monthly process.

Tasha’s eyes grew wide and then blurry as realization began to set in. Swinging the door open, she came face to face with Mrs. Boseman who stood with sympathetic eyes.

“Am I...?”

“You won’t know until you take a test, sweetie. Do you want me to go with you?”

Words became locked in Tasha’s throat behind a short gasp for air to stop a sob from escaping. She assumed she would have more time to plan for this moment, time to feel some other emotion besides the fear running rampant in her body. Now, with the time separating her from Chadwick’s return dwindling, she was forced to confront an unexpected turn of events.

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With the earlier breakdown behind her, Tasha felt prepared to face Sunday’s dinner. Conversation ebbed and flowed between serious topics and lighthearted banter as relatives from the neighborhood gathered around the table to share their weekly meal and greet the newlyweds for the first time since their wedding.

“Whoo, Tasha, this is the second best macaroni and cheese I’ve had in my life,” an aunt praised from across the table.

“And whose is the first,” Chadwick questioned.

“Mine of course. But don’t get me to braggin’.” The table erupted in a chorus of laughs louder than all the rest. “Don’t mind me. I’m glad to see a young woman that still cooks. Somebody’s gotta feed my great nieces and nephews.”

“Slow down there, auntie. Ain’t no babies in the house yet. We haven’t even been married for a year!”

Tasha shifted in her seat at the mention of children, preferring to keep her head down to avoid detection. Mrs. Boseman could sense her daughter-in-law’s change in behavior and flashed her a smile across the room.

“Boy, you’ve been married since the day you brought Miss CoCo over here. Now, when can we expect some kids runnin’ around here?”

“Two years at least. We have a lot we need to get done first, right baby? T, you heard me?”

Lost in her thoughts, Tasha missed the mention of her name until her husband gripped her knee underneath the table. “Huh? Oh, yeah, sure! No babies yet,” she stammered. “You finished with this plate? Great!”

She didn’t wait on a response before she scrambled to gather plates and utensils and scramble into the kitchen.

“Calm down, T, shit,” Tasha whispered to herself during her failed attempts to rinse the plate in her hand. Her trembling sent the dish crashing into the sink, drawing the attention of someone nearby. “Fuuuuck. I’m losing my damn mind.”

“I’ll let that slide since I know you’re stressed.”

Tasha yelped at the introduction of the familiar voice before settling back into her skin. “I’m sorry, Mama. I’m just-I don’t know.”

“Tell him when you’re ready, child. Go to a doctor, get the definite answer and then tell him. But tonight, enjoy yourself and stop that crying,” she laughed as she wiped away the small tears on Tasha’s face.

“You’re right. I would ask for a glass of wine but I can’t even have that anymore. This sucks already!”

“Not for the next few months at least,” Mrs. Boseman smiled. “I’m willing to bet you my last dollar that that boy will be over the moon when he finds out.”

“Yeah? You think so?”

“I know so. Come here.” The two women came together in a mother-daughter hug that rocked their bodies from side to side. Tasha’s worries temporarily dissipated in the warm embrace, making her feel ready to take on the remainder of the night.

“Baby! Can I bet money on Spades tonight?”

“Boy, you really are whipped. Never thought I’d see the day.”

“I guess that’s my cue. Thank you, Ma. For the advice and keeping the secret. I love you.”

“I love you, my feisty girl. Now go on in there. He misses you.”

With a last nod of assurance, CoCo turned to rejoin the group. “Go ahead, babe! Let’s rack up a mortgage payment tonight.”

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Two hours.

In two hours a maybe transformed into a definite as apprehension over future vacations became worries about appropriate bedroom colors and furniture. In less than eight months there would be another person in the house that neither Chadwick or Tasha had planned for until now.

Sitting in the driveway of their home, CoCo traced the ultrasound image in her hand with her thumb and smiled.

“Hey, little one. It’s nice to meet you. If you’re gonna be this spontaneous when you get here, I think we’ll get along just fine.”

In two hours Tasha found herself falling in love with this being barely the size of a raspberry. She could imagine its little face, a perfect mix of hers and Chadwick’s, staring back at her while she sang a lullaby in the moonlight.

“Can you do me a favor, little one? Be with me while I tell Dad about you. I’m a little nervous.”

Before she could continue, Tasha saw Chadwick’s silhouette moving in the window. His graceful trek through the living room made her heart thump against her chest. It was now or never.

“Wish me luck, baby.”

Inside Chadwick focused on organizing wedding photos on the sitting room mantle. He absentmindedly hummed to the playlist Tasha made for a random date night as he moved around the room and observed his work. A quick look at an action shot from the ceremony made him stop and linger to remember the moment. Chadwick could still feel the magic of that day producing a broad smile and tingle all over his body. Even in the natural ups and downs of their relationship, being married to the woman he called his best friend felt like a dream.

“Babe, I’m home!” The chime of the alarm and Tasha’s sweet voice made Chadwick whip his body around in excitement. Pausing in the threshold of the room, she stopped and returned his smile.

“Nice setup, huh? You think the portraits should go up in here too?”

“I was thinking in the dining room. Our dinner guests should see how nice my titties were in that dress.”

“On second thought I’ll put them in the office,” he laughed. “How was the doctor visit? What’s in the envelope?”

Shifting her weight uneasily, Tasha motioned to the main living room. “Let’s uh...let’s talk in here.”

Chadwick followed his wife into the next room, noting how she avoided eye contact and remained standing even after he took a seat on the couch. Silence hung in the air for an uncomfortable amount of time as he watched Tasha seemingly gather her thoughts.

“So I have some good news and kinda...maybe good news.” When she didn’t continue immediately, Chadwick raised his eyebrows in expectation.

“Oh-kay...I’d love to hear it. Today if that’s okay with you.”

“Right! Right. So...I found out that I don’t have any STDs!”

“Were you worried that you did,” he asked in confusion.

“No, of course not! I’m faithful, you’re faithful, everyone’s faithful and STD free. Great, right?”

“Tasha, what’s in the envelope?”

Chadwick’s deadpanned response let Tasha know that the charade had to end to make way for the real revelation.

After passing the large white envelope across the coffee table, Tasha tried her best to distract herself as he read the contents.

“Please, don’t be mad at me. I told your mom before I told you, but it’s only because she heard me throwing up. I swear I wasn’t hiding anything. I needed to be sure before I-” Silence. Dead silence met her on the other end of her spiel. Chadwick continued to stare at the information in his hands, occasionally switching between test results and the sonogram.

“I thought I had it under control with that temperature rhythm bullshit Devin was teaching me. I guess after we made up I kind of lost track of when we were doing it and how frequently.”

“Is this true, CoCo,” he asked, staring wide-eyed at the results in his hand.

Tasha offered a small nod in response. She fully expected him to be wary of the possibility of having children after his admission days prior. As a couple, they had only recently finished couples therapy and were actively attempting to repair the damage caused by 20 years of broken communication.

With tears threatening to spill, Tasha took a seat on the ottoman opposite Chadwick and put her head in her hands.

“Aaron if...if this isn’t what you want, we can find another solution.” Her hurried words fell from her lips like lava as she tried to make her point before he made an angry exit. “I’m sorry. I know what you said the other day and I’m sorry. We should’ve discussed contraception or something.”

Finally snapping out of his trance, Chadwick quickly dropped to his knees and cupped his wife’s face to focus her attention. “What? You’re sorry? Baby, this is amazing! I-I’m gonna be a daddy!”

His lips crashed into CoCo’s in a rushed kiss that almost pushed her onto the floor. She quickly recovered, swiveling on her behind to watch her husband pace the room.

“I’m sorry, what? You’re excited?”

“Hell yeah, I’m excited! We’re, well, you are having a baby. My baby!”

As his dancing continued around the space, Tasha’s face became a mix of bewilderment and wonder. “But you just said we need to wait for two years. What changed?”

“I said that because I thought it sounded responsible! They already think we’re insane for getting engaged in three months. I don’t need people in our business. Get up and dance with me!”

Chadwick’s childlike excitement became contagious until they were enthralled in the magic of each other.

“You are my lady! You’re everything I neeeed and more! You are my baby, you’re all I’m livin’ fooooor.”

Letting out a genuine giggle, Tasha hid her mouth behind her hand. “Did you just remix the lyrics?”

“You damn right. Because you are my lady and this is my baby. It wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t include everyone.” Tasha tried to hide her smile by dropping her head only to have her chin lifted by Chadwick. His lips took charge in a sweet, lingering kiss that lasted until the end of the song and into the next. When they finally pulled apart, they took time to drink in the full scope of each other.

“I’ve never seen you look more beautiful than this moment right now. Thank you for starting this crazy journey with me.”

“You fell into my trap! We’re stuck together for life now.”

Chadwick laughed at Tasha’s teary-eyed joke as he took a second to wipe the stray droplets from her face with the pad of his thumb. She found comfort in holding her ear to his chest while he chose to rest his chin on the top of her head.

Their bodies swayed to the soft crooning of Anita Baker, holding each other close and losing all concept of space and time with Just Because providing a soundtrack. When Chadwick decided to open his eyes and look around, visions of his future family danced across the open space.

He smiled at the image before adding one last kiss to Tasha’s forehead.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, baby. Not any other way.”

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[jaunes-erotic-world]

How Long Can You Survive Against The Undefeated Queen

It was that time every two weeks the schedules and scripts were being handed out. Jaune was out on the main floor during that time so he got see many people handing out papers. He looked across the floor to see everyone reacting to their up coming jobs Ren had sighed as Yang and sister made hand motions around his hips clearly he would be dawning girl's clothes again. Everyone else had normal reactions Weiss and Winter talked to the photographer etc. The only thing that caught his eye was Jinn who was looking at her papers and she had a huge smile it was also a smirk as she licked her lips.

He was handed his schedule, no scripts meaning no storied films. He read through, "Photoshoot, Kali an Blake erotic massage, sloppy blowjob from Neo, and ...."

"How long can you hold can you keep going, with Jinn," he heard the gorgeous 7ft tall woman said, "Finally, we'll be working together I believe. I for one am very excited."

Jaune turned around nervously and saw the World's #1 Pornstar, Jinnene "Jinn" Nibor. Men and women alike would kill to have sex with her. She was often called the 'Undefeated Queen' or 'The Spirit of the Orgasm' because she never 'lost' during sex. By never 'lost' they mean her partners have all been left unable to continue before she was. "It would seem so, it's going to be an honor working with you," he replied.

She bent down a bit and said, "No no the word you are looking for is," she whispered slowly in his ear, "pleasure". When she moved her face back her cheek lightly brushed against his for but a moment causing him to shiver, when she stood up fully she made it so her very large chest bounced and finally she gave him a flirty goodbye wave before walking away with a sashay, her butt jiggling with each hip swaying step, Jaune was insanely hard. There was a reason she and Jaune had never performed together yet, despite fans constantly requesting it and Miss say he was extremely talented from day one and his coworkers telling him he was very good. Miss specifically forbid any writer from writing scenes for them, her reasoning he needed two things one experience, it didn't matter how talented you were Jinn would find you weaknesses in seconds, The second was a proper time to release it, sure it would do great if they released it any time but no they needed it to be big. And now there were both those conditions were met roughly a year of experience and the perfect launch, Top Pornstar several years running and this year's Number 1 Newcomer (Male) performing alongside one another for the first time, it was the perfect opportunity.

"Be careful sweetheart there is a reason Jinny took my thrown as all time best," Salem put a hand on his shoulder. "This will be the toughest thing you will ever do alongside her that's why that's always do it together first, when people would shoot with her normally first they think they would be able to handle it properly so they would go in cocky and get taken out very fast, that's why we do 'The Challenge' first now."

The Challenge, it was a popular series and a kind of right of passage, it was at its core a simple one on one shoot with Jinn. However, it was way more, Jinn was "Undefeated Queen" "the Spirit of the Orgasm" she could make anyone pass out before her. The concept was how long could someone last against her. There were three things tracked: Time, number of times you cum, and number of times she cums.

.......

The day of the shoot

.......

Jaune was fully clothed and most of the female coworkers were gone for the time being, nothing that could arouse him till Jinn arrived and that was after the cameras were already rolling, there were no do overs no cuts, just the one continuous take. He heard the director call and the cameras roll he got his calm and professional attitude up as he heard her steps as the music played. While her was normally dressed she came out only in a thong and a 'Pin me down and fuck my tits' shirt however it was a 'Jinn variant' 'I'll pin you down and fuck you with my tits'.

She wasted no time and immediately she was kissing him passionately, while her breasts smoshed again his chest and she began to stroke his bulge. 'Her lips are so soft, she smells so good, her hand feels amazing, how is her hair so silky and her curves her heavenly as I feel...them,' Jaune though before realizing he was so caught up in this he didn't realize his hands had moved or how much time had passed.

He was able to out last her handjob until she stopped and broke the kiss. She got down on her knees in front of Jaune. Jinn pulled his pants all the off and slid his cock into the hole of her shirt and began to do as the shirt said. Jaune moaned and groaned like as she did this it was only made better when she ran her tongue around his cockhead. At this point the only keeping him from cumming was the pressure of her jugs around his shaft but that proved not enough when she took the tip into her mouth and began sucking on the exposed bit. "Fuuuuck I'm cumming," Jaune shouted as his thick semen entered her mouth, she let it hit her face and her pool in her cleavage. The camera behind them zoomed in over Jaune's shoulder so both he and the audience could see show the load in mouth, swallow it and then reopen to show it all gone.

She got up pulling Jaune's shirt over his as she did leaving him naked. She took her own top off using the back to wipe the cum off. She pushed Jaune down, pulled a string on her thong and let it hit the floor before she straddled his face and sat. Jaune wasted no time and began to eat Jinn out, she made a pleased noise as he did before she knelt down and took him down her throat in one motion, Jaune almost immediately came again but he held back and continued to pleasure Jinn, don't be confused by her one nickname Jinn had normal sensitivity and came as easily as other girls, and Jaune was given so help. The other day Blake had slipped him a piece of paper directly from the top ranking male of the challenge and the number two female, Ghira and Kali, giving him a few tips. He went for the spots they mentioned making her moan around his cock. Soon he came again deep in her throat however he managed to keep going as he came and managed to cum just after he finished.

They continued with foreplay until it was 5 to 3, but it was now time for the real thing. He bit his lip and clenched his toes and eyes as she began to ride him. Her insides were warm and tight and drove him mad and because she was gripping his hips he couldn't rely on proper movements to make a counter assault he came again but as he did Jinn kept going and hit against a sensitive spot and she came soon. She lifted herself off letting cum drip out of her before she got on all fours presented herself to Jaune letting him take the reigns if he still could.

He took her from behind and aiming for the weak point near her cervix slamming at in over and over. He spanked the ass he always dreamed of and even managed to reach a mutual orgasm again. But that was when things got bad and Jinn's switch got flipped.

She turned him around and trapped him in an Amazon position till she added an extra three to him and two for her. A reverse anal cowgirl lead to one a piece. Things ended with her letting him take her in a mating press which lead to a three to two before Jaune passed out between her breasts.

Jinn sat up leaving his face where it was. The camera zoomed in and Jinn gave a "Shhhh" and a wink at the camera as she stroked the sleeping boy's head.

[the-writing-dump-bin]

Open Arms

Gyro Zeppeli x female reader (song used Open Arms by Journey) hope you all are as thirsty as I had been for this cowboy.

N*S*F*W +18

The door sounded with loud pounding as you beat your fist on the wood. It was only ten o'clock, someone had to be awake. If not, they would be from your relentless pounding.

"Okay, okay! I'm coming, stop banging on the damn door!" The door opened and you saw Johnny on the other side. "Y/N?" He asked in confusion. "What are you doing here?"

"Is Gyro home?" You asked, barging your way into the apartment.

Johnny sighed at your forcefulness. You were always welcomed in their shared apartment, having been friends with them for so long, but sometimes showing up unannounced at night made Johnny a little annoyed. "He's in his room. And please, come in."

"Thanks." You said, making your way down the hall. Knocking lighter this time, you tapped your hand on the door. When you heard his voice telling you to come in, you opened the door gently.

Gyro was laying on his bed casually as he watched tv; dressed in only sweatpants. When he saw you enter, he sat up a little and looked for a nearby shirt but couldn't find one. He was about to cover himself up a little by crossing his arms over his chest until he saw how flustered and angry you were. "Y/N? What's wrong? What happened?"

"Mark! He's a fucking jerk!" You had been dating this guy for a few months, but the last couple weeks had been nothing but arguing and yelling.

Being your best friend, Gyro had heard everything that you complained to him about horrible dates over the last couple years. Secretly, Gyro adored you, but he was always too afraid to tell you how he felt, so he kept himself in the friend zone in fear of losing what he already had with you.

"I suggested that we work on this by going out to dinner tonight but what does he do? He starts going off at how my life is going nowhere with my writing and that I need a new profession." You paced near the foot of his bed, waving your arms as you voiced your complaint. "Then, he starts looking over at a table of girls and gave them inviting looks! Seeing this, I threw my drink in his face and stormed off. I didn't want to go home, in case he decided to follow me there, so I came here. I hope thats okay, I know its late and I didn't call first."

"Of course it is." Gyro said, shuffling his body to the side a bit. He waved a hand at you, telling you to come over. You made your way over and cuddled into the left side of his body, putting your arm over his stomach and your head resting on his chest. You two had been in this position before; it was his favourite. Feeling you close to him brought him warmth throughout his body. Pulling you closer, he used his left hand to stroke your hair.

Gyro always gave you comfort when you were feeling down. Whether it was because of work or because of failed relationships, he was always there to make you feel calm and happy. Snuggling into him, you could smell his refreshing scent of fresh linen. Did he always smell this good? With your head resting on his chest, you noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. When you walked in, that didn't seem to cross your mind over how worked up you were. You've seen him without a shirt countless times, but cuddling like this made your heart skip.

The only light that filled the room was from the tv, making Gyro's toned body look incredibly irresistible to you as the shadows danced across the valley of his abs. Your body relaxed as you focused the feeling of Gyro's gentle strokes through your hair. The touch so caring and loving; not one of your ex's ever gave you such affection like this. Turning your head slightly, you nuzzled his chest, brushing your lips softly on his skin.

Gyro's eyes went wide when he felt your action. His heart picked up pace and his hand stopped in mid stroke, fingers tangled in your hair. "Wh-What are you doing?" His face flushed red and his cheeks heated.

What were you doing? You weren't exactly sure. But something about Gyro's care for you made you realize that he was the only man to make you feel like you mattered in this world. He always supported you in anything you did. He never made you feel bad about your passion for writing and loved reading your stories; giving you feedback when you needed it. You pulled your hand back from around him, resting it on his stomach as you moved your kisses upward to his neck. "Gyro..." You whispered breathlessly.

The air in Gyro's lungs felt like it had been knocked out of him when he heard you breathe his name. The feel of your touch sending shivers through him. He had always dreamt about you two together, but you had just broken up with your boyfriend. "Y/N..." He said quietly, feeling your lips move up again towards his jawline. "You're feeling sad, you're not thinking straight."

Your hand moved up his body, resting on his collarbone. Your own body was turned into him, almost laying right on top of his. Looking deeply into his amazingly green eyes, you said "No, Gyro, I am finally seeing what's always been in front of me." A finger caressed his cheek. "You've always been there for me, supported me in anything I did, made me laugh when I wanted to cry. Without being together, you have shown me more care and love than anyone I had dated." A tear ran down from your eye. "I-It's always been you."

His heart started to ache when he heard your words. He always wanted to be with you but settled with being friends. His life felt so empty and cold when you weren't around. Bringing up his hand, he wiped away the tear that fell from your eye; a loving sigh escaped from his mouth. "Y/N..."

Your noses touched, eyes darting around each other's face, waiting to see who would make the first move...which ended up being the both of you. At the same time, your lips connected with his in a slow and gentle kiss. Gyro's hand slid behind your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. He longed to feel you this way and now it was happening. Your stomach did flips of excitement as your tongue prodded between his lips, wanting permission inside, which he gladly let you enter. "I've thought about this a lot." Gyro confessed between kisses, his hand flexing lightly in and out of a fist.

Slowly, you moved so that you were straddling his waist while he was still propped up against the headboard of his bed. Moving your mouth from his lips to his ear, you whispered "What else have you thought about, Zeppeli?" A growl emitted from the blonde male as you returned to his mouth, your hands splayed out on his chest. When your nails dug into his pectorals, it caused Gyro to take a sharp inhale through his nose and grabbed at your back, balling his hands in your shirt. "Tell me everything you thought about. I want to hear it. Did you think about these?" You pulled your shirt over your head, your beasts resting perfectly in your laced bra.

Gyro stared, entranced by your beauty before him. With a single finger, he traced the outline of your garment. "I have." His thumb formed small circles around your nipple through your clothed breast, making you whimper. Using his free hand, he reached around and undid the clasp; the straps slid off your shoulders with ease. Moving his hand away, the rest of your bra fell on top of him, which he threw away with haste. He took a moment to burn your image into his head before he pulled you so close that your bare chest was against his.

Your head nuzzled in the space between his neck and shoulder while he held you, breathing in your scent. In this moment, nothing was said, just the sounds of your breathing and the rise and fall of your chests. This felt so right. How could you had been so blind to this perfect man that was already in your life? Gyro's arms squeezed tighter around you, like he was afraid to let you go. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked you quietly. Sitting up so you were face to face with him, you simply said 'yes' and began to kiss him again.

You could feel Gyro becoming harder underneath you with every time your lips connected, causing your hips to move minutely over him. In a swift move, you felt a hand slide into your pants, making you squeak out an 'oh'. His fingers rubbed you softly. "I've thought about this, too." He said, feeling how wet you were. He was making you a panting mess as you were on your hands and knees over him. "God...look at you. So damn beautiful." He could see the pleasure across your face as you moved your hips over his hand.

Slipping a couple fingers inside, he made your eyes roll back. "Nnnngh!" Your mouth found his nipple and you started sucking and licking. Gyro could tell you were getting close to your release with your walls contracting around his fingers. "That's it, my love, look at me. Look at me while you cum." You did as you were told and stared up at him with your mouth in an open pant. He pressed his hand against you as you rode out your first orgasm caused by him. "Fuuuuck." He hissed, pleased he could make your face like that.

Your arms and legs felt shakey and that you could collapse at any moment, but Gyro flipped you over onto your back and pulled off your pants and underwear, leaving you completely naked. "Shit..." He ran a hand through his hair. Having you like this before him was a dream come true. Pulling his sweatpants off, he climbed on top of you, caging you with his arms. His long, blonde locks fell over you like a curtain. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you gave him a few more kisses.

Gyro started to line himself to your entrance when you pulled your head to the side. "What about Johnny?"

He looked at you with his brows knit together and blinked. Scoffing, he said "I was...kinda hoping this could just be the two of us."

"Not like that, you moron. I mean, what if he hears us?"

Gyro smiled. The thought of him making you scream with ecstasy as you two were flown into the heavens made him want the whole world to hear. "Let him." He entered you slowly so he wouldn't overwhelm you while you adjusted around his cock. "Oh my God." He said while he inched in. "You make the best faces." Once he was fully sheathed inside, he started a rhythmatic pace, sending jolts into your core.

Getting faster, Gyro pulled your legs up and pinned them to the bed, spreading them wider. The sensation was incredible as he pounded his long, hard cock inside you. You balled your hands into the sheets. "Oh! Oh! Ah ah ah! D-Dear God, Gyro! Fuck me! Nnnnnnngh! This feels so good! Why haven't we done this before!" He was a much better partner than any other lay you had before. Pulling his head to yours, you looked him straight in the eyes. "Cum inside me. I want to be filled by you."

"Oh, you got it, babe."

It was his sole mission to bring you over the edge with him. He kept going, not stopping until you were both thrown into bliss. Then there it was. Both of you seized as you pressed your hips to each other, trying to keep the orgasm going for as long as you can. His cock twitched inside while your walls twitched around him. Coming down from your highs, Gyro collapsed on top of you, still inside your pussy. Pulling up his head, you kissed him hard. "Gyro... I love you."

Gyro was exhausted, but manage to grin as he panted to catch his breath. Resting his head on your chest, feeling you heart beat, he closed his eyes and sighed. "I love you, too. Don't think that that was all that was gonna happen tonight. I want to keep going."

Grinning yourself, you stroked his hair. "Well, I'm not going to say no to that."

[edxwin-elric]

All-Nighter

So, fair warning: this is my first attempt at fanfiction ever. Here we go. 

(I don’t fully understand a lot of fanfic terminology yet, but I’m a quick study.)

Rating: M/nsfw (Smut, swearing)

Pairing: EdWin/Edward x Winry

Disclaimer: I don’t own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Title: All-Nighter

Description: EdWin One Shot

Set early in part one of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, when Ed and Al first return to   Resembool after facing Scar.

Word Count: 4442

A/N: Reviews are much appreciated. Happy reading!

ffn || ao3

Edward

“Edward! I thought I told you to call first when you’re heading back here for maintenance!”

Fuck! Why are wrenches so hard? And why the hell can’t I catch a break around here? One second Granny is on me about my height, the next Winry is throwing things at my face! And all this after that douchebag blew my arm into a million pieces.

“WINRY! Are you trying to kill me!”

Oh God. She’s laughing. That’s not fair! She has a cute laugh. I can’t be mad at her when she’s doing that. But I can sure try.

I turn to glare up at her when I pause.

Fuuuuck. She’s basically topless in that black stretchy thing. I have to look away…but I can’t. I mean, are those…? No. Those aren’t… I can see her nipples. Shit.

“Welcome back,” Winry chimes after she finally stops laughing enough to speak.

“Yeah.” I glare back at her as hard as I can to keep my thoughts hidden.

I mean, she’s already to going to murder me over my automail. If she knew what just went through my head…

Yeah. Not gonna think about that.

Winry

Grr. That idiot! How did he manage to destroy something so beautiful? Walking in here with my hand-crafted, finest-quality, custom-designed automail reduced to mere fragments of its original form. And he had the nerve to tell me it was “just in smaller pieces.” Smaller pieces my ass. If I didn’t love him—I mean…if I didn’t want him and Al to get their bodies back as soon as possible, I would not be doing this.

God. What time is it? Like…three a.m. I glance up at the clock and suppress a groan. Try four-thirty. The sun is probably going to come up before I even get truly started on this thing. I should just charge Ed double. Even with the rush-order fees. That would make up for it. Not to mention I have two more whole nights of this to look forward to. After taking a second to stretch and get a fresh cup of coffee, I settle back into my groove. I have got to get this done.

Wait. Was that a rooster crow?

“Look at you working hard so early in the morning,” Ed’s chipper voice grates on my nerves.

“Been up all night,” I mutter.

“Wait. Like all night? No naps or anything?”

“No, Edward,” I grumble. “I didn’t stop for a nap. You want this arm finished, don’t you?”

“Well…yeah. I mean, yes. Like yesterday, but–”

“But what?” I whip my head around to look at him.

“You’ve gotta be tired, right?”

“Tired?” I frown at him. “You’re interrupting my work on your rush-order arm to ask me if I’m tired?”

“Uh…”

“Of course, I’m tired, you idiot!” I snap.

“Okay!” he shouts back at once. “I’m sorry! I just thought you should take a break!”

“Oh, now you want me to take a break? First a nap, now a break? I thought you were in a hurry to get to Central!”

“I am!”

“Then why–”

“Geez, Winry, I don’t know. Maybe I thought you could focus better on your work if your mind didn’t turn to mush from lack of sleep! Or maybe I was worried about you–”

He stops mid-sentence, and I blink twice.

“What?” I whisper.

“I said, uh…maybe you need some rest.”

He’s lying. That is not what he said, and his face is turning red. Oh my God. He’s blushing. Wait. He was worried about me? Just because I didn’t sleep? That’s…

No. Edward Elric doesn’t think about me like that. That’s nuts.

“I’m really fine,” I finally say aloud.

“Bullshit,” he grits back, frowning. “I can see the dark circles under your eyes. You really think you can go another two nights without seeing a mattress?”

“Yes, I do!” I answer loudly. “Now, if you’d please get out of my room, I’m going to get back to work.”

“Oh, so you’re skipping meals now, too?”

“Get out, Ed!”

“Fine!”

Thankfully, he shuts the door when he leaves. Of course, my stomach growls almost immediately into the sudden silence.

I wasn’t planning to skip breakfast. Just like I had sort of planned to take a nap in a little bit. But Ed just pissed me off. Who is he to tell me how to do my job? I’m the mechanic here. He’s just an alchemy freak.

An alchemy freak who got a full-night’s sleep.

My eyelids start drooping, and I sigh. Something about him brings out my stubborn side. If Al had said any of those things, it wouldn’t have mattered. I would be eating a delicious meal with plans for a few hours nap immediately after.

But no. Now I’m determined to work straight through today. To change my mind now would make Edward right, and I just can’t have that. He’s the idiot that busted his arm up, not me.

Edward

Stupid Winry. Why does she have to be so bullheaded? Now the sun is setting, and she’s been up there working all day, just to prove some fucking point. Worse, I don’t even know if I’m allowed to be upset since it’s my arm she’s slaving over. Still, I wish she’d take a break for like a minute.

I glance around at the view from my spot on the porch. It’s not like anything has changed around here in the past four years.

That’s a lie. Winry has changed. Not about being an automail-obsessed whacko, obviously, or her personality at all. I mean, her hair is pretty much in the same style as before. Not that I really have room to judge. But I’ve noticed a few changes. For example, her top she was wearing yesterday gave me a pretty good idea of how her chest has filled out. And this morning in her room, I may have peeked a glance just to be sure.

Damn. Those things are perky.

And fuck, but the way her hips move when she’s got the top half of her suit tied around them. Shit. I shouldn’t think about this.

“Edward! Winry! Dinner!” Granny’s voice jerks me out of my dangerous train of thought, and I twist toward the door.

Hopefully, Winry will come eat. She’s gotta be starving by now. And eating with just Granny and Major Armstrong to talk to has been…torture. Even Al has been annoyingly unhelpful with them. Though, I can’t blame him. He’s stuck in a box after all.

Winry

Granny made stew.

My stomach wails at me, and I put a hand over it to try and calm it. I’m not going down there. I have work to finish. And Ed will be there to confuse me.

But it smells so good.

“You’re not eating again?”

I flinch and look at the door.

“Edward. You scared me,” I mutter breathlessly.

He shrugs.

“There’s still stew left over if you want me to get you some.”

“No. I…”

A bowl lands in front of me on my workbench.

“What is this?” I frown and look over at him.

“I knew you’d say no.” He reaches up to scratch his neck. “So, I brought you some anyway.”

“Uh…thank you.” I duck my head and glance around for a spoon.

“Oh. Here.”

I watch him grab the rounded utensil out of his back pocket and hold it out to me.

“Thanks.”

“When you’re done, bring your bowl to my room. I’ll take care of it for you.”

“Oh.” I blink. “Okay.”

“Later.”

He vanishes out the doorway, and I stare at the spot where he was for a long time before I snap out of it.

He brought me stew. And he wasn’t even weird and condescending about it. Strange.

I eat quickly, and exhale a slow breath of contentment before I stand. My belly is happy to not be empty anymore. Grabbing the bowl and spoon, I start for the stairs before I remember what Edward said. I turn the other way and cross the hall to his room.

“I’m, um, finished,” I announce awkwardly.

“Oh. Okay.” He slides off the mattress and crosses to me.

He’s lost some of his clothes since he brought me dinner. Not that I haven’t seen it all before, I have. I’m his automail mechanic. Half-naked Edward is the same as any Edward.

Only…

“You okay, Winry?”

I blink and my eye stops on the disheveled sheets on the bed. God, that looks inviting. Comfy…ready for a deep sleep.

“Hello? You in there?”

“Huh?” I look back over at Ed, who is standing by the window, where he put the stew bowl.

“You look a little out of it. Do you need to lie down?”

“Not this again,” I growl.

“No.” He holds his hand up. “I’m not trying to start something. I swear. You just… Just come sit with me for a second. Let me…rub your shoulders. Or something.”

He’s blushing again. He turns away quickly, and I know he’s trying to hide it.

“You know you only have one arm, right?” I remind him as I sit down on the edge of the—oh God—heavenly mattress.

“Yeah. I know,” he mutters. “You’ll just have to deal, I guess.”

“I could go work on your other arm,” I point out. “Then you could massage both my shoulders with two hands.”

“Shut up and let me do this already.”

I bite my lip so he won’t see me grinning as he climbs onto the bed behind me. I stop breathing for a second when he brushes my hair off my neck.

“Could you hold this for me?”

“Oh. Sure.” I grab my ponytail and pull it over my shoulder. Having only one hand, he can’t keep my hair out of the way and rub my neck at the same time.

His fingers brush the skin of my shoulder, and I feel my entire body tense up. What the heck? It’s just Edward. It’s not like he’s never touched me before.

“You okay?” His voice is soft.

God. I could listen to him talk in that tone forever.

“Yeah. Go ahead,” I whisper.

He’s barely got a grip on my neck, rubbing at a knot when I moan. I don’t mean to; it just slips out. I immediately clap a hand over my mouth and squeeze my eyes shut. Edward goes still behind me, and I wince. He definitely heard. He doesn’t say anything, but then I feel him shaking.

“Edward Elric! Are you laughing at me?” I squeal at him.

“What? No,” he sputters at once. “I was… You just…”

“Just keep…rubbing my shoulder.”

I turn away to hide my flaming cheeks. It takes everything I have not to repeat the sound when he starts up again, but I manage. He continues kneading the skin of my neck, shoulder, and back. Mmm. It feels way too nice. He shouldn’t be this good at this, honestly.

“I wasn’t laughing at you, Winry,” he speaks up suddenly, catching me off guard.

“What?” I turn to look at him.

“Before. I… I was surprised, I guess. And…I can’t say I didn’t like the sound.”

“Wait. What?” I raise my eyebrows and stare at him.

“Nothing,” he says quickly and returns his focus to my back.

“You liked it?”

“It was…I don’t know, hot. Leave me alone.”

He thought it was hot? Like…sexy? He thinks I’m sexy? Wait, no. That’s not what he said.

“I can go.” I pull away from him and start to stand, but his hand on my wrist stops me.

“No. Don’t do that. Not yet.”

“Why not? You’ve gotten all my knots out.” At least from my left shoulder. “And I need to get some more work done on your arm, or you’ll be lopsided forever. I mean, with only one arm you can kiss your future career as a masseuse goodbye.”

“Not that I don’t want two arms again,” he starts, rising from the bed and getting in my space, “but…I had a different kiss in mind.”

I blink rapidly. He’s not talking about… No way.

“Edward, what–” I quit talking when his hand touches my cheek.

“Winry…”

“What are you… What… Ed, I think–”

His head tilts, bringing his face even closer to mine. I stop breathing.

“I missed you,” he says, his lips brushing my own.

And then he’s kissing me. Alone in his room in the middle of the night. Until suddenly he’s not.

I look up at him in the pale moonlight from the window and watch his eyes get wide.

“Oh shit,” he whispers. “Winry, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have–”

��Shut up, you idiot.”

I grab his neck and pull him back into me, reigniting the kiss. Only better. His hand reaches around behind me, pulling the tie out of my hair. Instantly, he tangles his fingers in my blonde tresses.

“Who are you…calling…an idiot…automail junkie?” he gasps at me between kisses, and I roll my eyes.

“Alchemy freak,” I return, pulling him down onto the bed.

He lands on top of me, his real knee dropping down right between my thighs. He breaks the kiss and stares down at me.

He’s shirtless, and I can’t complain. I love his chest. I want to lick it. All of it.

“Winry…”

“Hmm?” I blink and meet his eyes.

“Are we really doing this?” His voice is soft again and inviting.

“Doing what?” I murmur to match his tone.

“Uh…we’re on top of each other in bed,” he starts slowly. “And we were just making out. That sort of implies…”

“Oh.” I blink. “OH.”

“You weren’t thinking that far ahead?” He smirks down at me.

“Uh…”

Sex. He’s talking about sex. Oh my God. I’m about to have sex with Edward Elric. No. Wait. I want to have sex with Edward Elric. And he’s asking me to.

“Yes,” I blurt out. “I do. I mean, I want to do this.”

“Oh.” His brow furrows. “I…”

“You…you don’t want to?”

Oh God. If he doesn’t want to, this will be beyond humiliating.

“Oh no, I do,” he assures me quickly. “I just…wasn’t expecting…”

“Just…kiss me some more,” I suggest frantically.

I mean, that part was going well. Right?

“Okay...” He nods and leans in again.

I whimper this time. I can’t stop myself. He tastes too good. And the feel of his body on mine… I lift a hand and run it up the center of his abs and over his pecs. Dear lord, what has he been doing all this time? I swear his muscles weren’t toned like this before he left.

He stops kissing me and sits back, and I blink.

“What’s wrong?” I run my fingers through his hair. Now that I’ve started touching him, I can’t seem to stop.

“I want…to take your top off,” he confesses awkwardly.

“Oh. Uh, sure.” I sit up and reach for the hem. “Wait. Did you want to–”

“I can’t,” he interrupts. “Only one hand.”

He holds it up to make his point, and I wince.

“Right. Sorry.”

I take it off slowly, keeping my eyes closed, so I don’t totally freak out. I mean, Ed has seen me in a bra before. Like yesterday for example. But this is…intimate.

I throw the shirt onto the floor and steal a glance at him. The look on his face makes me feel invincible. That awe. Like I’m some sort of goddess sitting in front of him.

“Ed?”

“Can I…?” He reaches for the side of my bandeau, and I hold my arm out of the way.

With a single tug, my right breast comes free of the material. The sudden exposure to the air tickles my skin, and I feel my nipple tighten.

“Damn,” Ed mutters.

I want to be shy and hide from him at the same time I want to hold his attention like this forever.

“You can touch me,” I tell him, trying not to sound choked.

“You’re sure?” He gives me a searching look.

“Yeah.” I nod. “Here, actually. Let me just…”

I quickly remove the scrap of fabric entirely, leaving me bare from the waist up, and lay back on the bed. He stares at me for a second, and I imagine I can feel the heat of his gaze spreading over my whole body. Finally, he reaches his hand out. His palm is so close I can feel the warmth coming off of it when he hesitates.

“What…”

“Are you really sure?” he repeats his earlier question.

“Yes.”

“I… I don’t want to do anything wrong,” he goes on. “I don’t want to...to hurt you.”

“Then let me do it.”

Before he can move away, I grab his hand and pull it the rest of the distance to my chest.

“Oh,” I gasp softly at the new sensation.

No one has ever touched me like this.

“Fuck.” Ed leans toward me, keeping his weight on his knees, pressing his forehead against mine.

Then his fingers move. Gently squeezing. Exploring. His thumb running across my hard nipple. He rolls it between two fingers, and I moan.

“God, Winry.”

He switches to the other side at the same time he starts kissing me again. Everything he does sends heat and electricity through my veins. His knee between my legs moves closer, and I roll my hips against him, my aching sex rubbing along his strong thigh muscle.

“Geez, Winry. Fuck.”

“No,” I plead as he sits back. “Don’t stop.”

“Just for a second,” he murmurs. “I need you to take your pants off.”

“My…”

“And then help me with mine.”

Oh my God. This is… It’s… We’re…

“Winry? Did you change your mind?”

“What? No.” I shake my head quickly, taking a slow breath. “No,” I repeat softer. “I… Let me up, so I can lift my hips.”

He waits a beat before moving, probably to try to read me. After some awkward movement and more than a little hushed swearing on Ed’s part, we’re naked.

Both of us. Together.

“God, you’re beautiful.” His hand moves through my hair and down my side—brushing my breast, over my ribs, stopping at my hip.

“You…” I pause to force a breath. “You’re one to talk, Edward.”

“Me?” he scoffs softly. “I’m a patch job with missing pieces.”

“No,” I argue firmly. “Don’t do that.”

He may be missing a natural limb here and there, but that doesn’t make him any less beautiful. If anything, it adds to it. If you can call such masculinity beautiful.

“Right.” He ducks his head slightly, and I know he’s blushing. “Uh…what now?”

“Well…” I glance up at him and then over to the window. “I think…we just do what feels right.”

“Okay… Yeah. That’s…easy.”

“You’re panicking, aren’t you?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“What? No. I… I can do this. I mean, it’s… You’re…”

“Kiss me, Edward.”

He lets out a short breath and nods. “Okay. Yeah.”

I don’t know what it is, but when he’s kissing me, everything comes naturally. His lips crush mine at the same time his bare hips fall between my legs, making direct contact with my wet slit.

“Fuck,” he groans against my mouth, and I take the opportunity to bite his lower lip.

“Don’t stop,” I hiss, running a hand up his back, feeling the muscles there flex against my palm.

“You’re so wet,” he grunts, leaning his weight onto his arm for leverage. “Dammit.”

“What?” I blink at the change in his tone and still my hand on him.

“I can’t…” He sits back and runs his hand through his hair. “I can’t do it with only one arm.”

“Oh…” I frown, feeling deflated and frustrated. “Okay...well, what if...”

“What?” He looks down at me with a frown.

“I could be on top,” I suggest softly. “So, you wouldn’t have to use both hands…”

“That could work…” he answers slowly, dipping a finger between my breasts and tracing the edge of one. “But I really wanted to do it this way.”

“Well, too bad,” I mutter. “This will have to do.”

I plant both feet in the bed and manage to roll him onto his back in one quick motion.

“Holy shit,” I mumble. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“I take it back,” Ed pipes up softly, his eyes locked on my swinging boobs. “I’m cool with this position.”

“Good,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss him again. “Because it’s too late to turn back now.”

With that snag figured out, there’s nothing left to stop us. I can’t ignore the feeling of his hard cock beneath me, and from the sounds he’s making, neither can he. With his good arm, he carefully lines it up with my core, and I start to slowly lower myself down. Until I feel something stop me.

“That’s…” He looks from where we’re joined to my face.

“Yeah.” I nod. “I…”

I don’t finish my sentence. Instead, I shut my eyes and force myself the rest of the way.

“Shit,” I hiss, trying to ignore the wet stinging my eyes.

“Fuck. Winry, don’t cry.” Edward starts to sit up, but I stop him.

“I’m okay,” I assure him, breathlessly. “It…burns a little, but…”

I roll my hips once, and instantly the feeling changes from pain to pleasure. So, I do it again. And again.

“Damn, Winry. I think you’re going to kill me,” Ed groans, reaching up to grab my hip. He uses his grip there to hold me steady while he matches my downward strokes with his upward thrusts.

The addition of his participation is too much. The hot, satiny feel of him throbbing and stretching me, combined with the way my chest is brushing over his, is overstimulating.

“Edward,” I whimper. “I… I’m going to…”

“Do it.”

He reaches up to grab a fistful of my hair and holds my face to his, taking my mouth in a bruising kiss. And then I come. It feels like every cell in my body is connected directly to the place where he’s driving in and out of me. Like I’m going to fly out of my skin. I’m afraid it won’t end; I’m afraid it will.

I’m still coming down from it when his movements get erratic. With one final thrust, he jerks up to a sitting position and locks his arm around my ass, holding me to him. I feel him pulsing inside of me, and I slowly slide my arms around him, resting my head on his shoulder.

After a minute, he slowly lays us back down. My hair is spread over his chest. Our bodies are still connected. I don’t ever want to move. I’m not actually sure I can.

“That was…” he starts hoarsely.

“I know,” I murmur.

“Do you…want to stay a while?”

“I…think I have to,” I confess. “I’m not sure I can walk.”

He laughs silently, and I can feel his chest vibrating.

“Don’t get a big head,” I flick him in the ribs.

“Ow! Okay.” He reaches around me to rub the spot before tangling his hand in my hair again.

“I…think I’ll take that nap now. If that’s okay,” I whisper.

“Hold on.”

Being incredibly gentle—like gentler than I knew he could manage, he slides me off of him, breaking our connection, and swings his legs over the side of the bed. After a second, he has the sheets fixed, and settles back in beside me, pulling the top one over us.

“Is this okay?”

“Come here, you idiot.” I grin, and pull him into me.

I must fall asleep quickly after that, because the last thing I remember is his breath on my neck.

Edward

Winry is acting weird.

I mean, she’s not acting weird, which is why it’s weird. If I hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t know for sure if what happened the other night was real. I left before she woke up in hopes she would catch up on some sleep. Even though I’m the reason she was so tired. Me and my arm anyway.

But after, when I went to check on her, she was completely focused on her work. Didn’t give me the time of day. Hell, she even threw me out. Of course…I wasn’t exactly holding flowers and chocolates or anything. I… I panicked. I didn’t know what to say, so I asked her about my arm.

When she attached the nerves yesterday, she didn’t even act… I don’t know. She was the same as always. But…I guess that’s okay. I mean, we’re not a couple really. She’s my…mechanic. That sounds wrong now.

“Hey, brother? Are you ready to go?” Al appears at my side, and I flinch.

“What? Yeah. Let me just grab my gloves.”

“Okay.”

He heads out the door, and I glance up the stairs at Winry’s room one last time. She’s asleep. I hope. Even with the nap I coerced her into, she was a dead-girl walking the last few days.

Grabbing my suitcase, I turn and follow Al outside where Granny and Major Armstrong are waiting. Al is giving the dog a goodbye as I pull my gloves on.

“Thank you again for everything, Granny.”

“Sure,” she replies in her usual tone.

“Hey.” Al stands suddenly. “Where’s Winry?”

As if on instinct, I steal a look at the balcony. Like she might appear there on cue.

“Resting,” Granny answers bluntly. “She stayed up three nights in a row.”

Nope. I am not even going to feel guilty about that.

“Do you want me to wake her?” Granny continues, and I quickly school my expression.

If Winry isn’t going to act like anything has changed, neither am I.

“Nah.” I wave her off. “That’s okay. She’d just nag me. ‘Make sure to do your maintenance,’ or whatever.”

We start down the road, when Granny calls us back.

“Hold on a second, boys. You should come back once in a while and have dinner with us.”

Al and I both laugh a little at that.

“You want us to come all this way into the mountains just for some dinner?”

Granny grins, which is why I miss the balcony door opening.

“Edward. Alphonse. Come back soon, ‘kay?” Winry, looking half-dead and totally adorable, is leaning on the rail waving at us.

And I can’t look away. I can’t even stop my face from reacting. So, I turn quickly, and scratch the back of my head.

“Yeah.” I raise my hand into the air as a sort of wave? I don’t know.

And then we’re walking off toward the train station. To Central. I have to force myself not to look back, but somehow, I don’t.

It’s fine though. I’ll see Winry again soon, I’m sure.

Uh, and Granny.

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Anything... (Chapt 6)

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“Checkmate.” Zack leans back on his chair, planting his hands behind his head with a semi-cocky grin.

“What? Bullshit!” Trini scans the chessboard in sheer disbelief. She can’t bring herself to accept that Zack has beaten her once again and yet the board doesn’t lie. It’s indeed a checkmate.

Trini had shown up at Zack’s trailer, three hours ago, shortly after school let out, with no actual explanation as to why she was there. She had just waltzed in with a box of plain glazed donuts and a iced caramel latte -- Zack’s mom’s favorite -- plopped herself down at the kitchen table and asked Zack to set up the board.

And that’s what Trini loves about the most about her friendship with Zack. She never needs to explain herself. No barrage of questions. No need to fill the silence with pointless small talk. Zack just knows how to be there for her without making it into something more.

“‘Fraid so, Crazy Girl.”

“You fuckin’ cheated,” Trini grumbles, crossing her arms firmly against her body. 

“Nope.” Zack adds a pop on the end of the word, just to irk Trini even further. He knows he’s playing with fire, but then again, is more than accustomed to getting burned by the fiery Latina. “You just suck.”

“Again.”

Zack lets out a chuckle and then starts to set back up the board. “We can play all night, if you want, Shorty. You’re not gonna beat me.”

“Again,” Trini replies with a stubborn determination. She’s not ready to throw the towel in just yet.

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Hart.”

“Fuck you.”

“Never in a million years. I’ve seen what your girl can do. There’s no way I’m gettin’ on her bad side.”

“She’s not my--”

“Girl. Yeah… Yeah… Let’s see what tune you’re whistlin’ after tomorrow night.” Zack makes his opening move on the board without even a second thought.

Trini lets out a frustrated sigh as she sinks her head into her hands and studies the board.

“It’s just a date.”

“Ah. That, my friend, is where you’ve got it all wrong. It’s a first date. Emphasis on the word first. As in first of many… Or, as in first and only. All depends.”

“On what?” Trini finally makes up her mind and cautiously moves her pawn across the board.

No sooner as her hand moves off of her piece, Zack swoops in and counters. He isn’t even breaking a sweat.

“Check.”

“Damnit!” Trini quickly moves her king to safety. “Depends on what?”

“On you, my mini Cassanova. What’s your plan?” Zack swiftly moves another piece, not even paying attention to the board.

“I… I…”

“You’ve got a plan, right? C’mon, Crazy Girl. You’ve gotta have a plan.”

“I do.”

“Then what is it?” Zack captures yet another one of Trini’s pieces, plopping it down into his ever growing pile.

“What’s what?”

“Your grand plan. Ya know. The one where you sweep Kim off of her feet and then you two go back to her place and--”

“You finish that sentence and it’ll be your last, Taylor.” Trini shoots Zack a death stare as she slams her piece down on the board, causing it to slightly crack in the process. “We’re gonna go see a movie.”

“And?”

“And what? That’s it.”

Zack shakes his head in slight disbelief and lets another chuckle slip out. “That’s not a first date.”

“Says who?”

“Says everyone who’s ever gotten a second date,” Zack replies with a smirk. He moves his knight across the board, blocking in Trini’s king with a well calculated death blow. “Checkmate.”

“Fuck.”

In a fit of frustration, Trini suddenly sweeps her hand over the board, sending all of the remaining pieces scattering about the kitchen. She sinks her head down into the confines of her arms, hiding herself away from the world for a moment.

Shit.

Trini shouldn’t have done that. Not that the chessboard is anything of real value to Zack. Hell, Trini has already replaced it four times in the last six months.  

It’s more about the the sudden burst of emotions.

Trini has always been somewhat of a master of her emotions. And by master, she means, bottling them up and shoving them deep down inside with the hopes that they will never, ever see the light of day.

But lately--

“I’m not good at these things,” Trini whispers in a low, hushed tone, almost as if she secretly hopes it goes unnoticed.

A momentary stillness falls between the two of them and then suddenly--

THUD.

“Hey!” Trini head pops up just in time to see the black knight piece ricochet off of her head and onto the kitchen table in front of her. “What the hell?”

“Stop thinkin’ about it, Crazy Girl. Just be you. The rest will take care of itself.”

“That’s it? Some sage ass advice.”

Zack simply shrugs his shoulders and gets up from his seat, stretching his lengthy limbs in the process. “Yup.”

With that, Zack plants a brotherly kiss on the top of Trini’s head and heads through the kitchen towards the bathroom, leaving Trini to sit there lost within her own thoughts.

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“Why you have a tie?”

Trini’s eyes pop open at the sound of her brother Diego’s voice as it cuts through the peaceful silence of her bedroom. She pulls her headphones down and scrambles up to a sitting position on her bed.

Fuuuuck.

There, before her, stands Diego, holding a bag -- the bag of clothes that Kimberly picked out for her to be exact -- in one hand and a skinny, pale yellow tie in the other.

“Girls don’t wear ties.”

Trini’s mind instantly goes into overdrive. What the fuck should she do?

She NEEDS that bag and not like in a few days kind of way… Trini needs it in less than two hours time. 

“Give it.” Trini lunges in an attempt to snatch the bag, but Diego’s too quick. He counters her move, dangling the bag just out of her reach.

“Why?”

“Cause it’s mine, Asswipe. Now give it back.”

“No way.” Diego turns his back towards Trini and starts to rummage through the rest of the of the bag, with little to no disregard for its actual contents.  

Trini can feel her blood boiling as she watches Diego's grubby little paws manhandle the items of clothes as if they are some long lost artifact that needs to be thoroughly studied.

Those are HER CLOTHES.

The ones that Kimberly took her time picking out just for Trini and Trini alone. The ones that she is going to wear on their date… their first date. The one that make Trini feel more like herself than anything else that happens to reside in her closet.

“Where’d you get these? They look like Papí’s.”

“Give… it… back…” Trini growls, inching closer to Diego. She puffs herself up a bit, trying her best to appear threatening even though she’s only at best an inch taller than he is.

“Make me,” Diego counter, sticking his tongue out in true 10-year-old annoying, little brother fashion. 

And that’s all Trini needs to hear. In a burst of sudden rage, she up and tackles Diego to the floor, pinning his arms behind his back in the process.

“Mamí!!” Diego screams out as he squirms under the weight of Trini’s body.  

“Trinity Maria Rodriguez!”

Trini instantly lets go of Diego at the sound of her name… her full name.

Double fuuuck.

Trini’s mother, June, appears in the bedroom doorway, earrings still in hand and heels halfway on. From the stern look painted across her face, it’s clear that she’s anything but happy.

“Mamí!” Diego pops up off of the floor and races towards June, tucking himself behind her body like a human shield. “Trini attacked me.”

“Trinity, what have I told you about--”

“He started it! He was going through my stuff,” Trini blurts out as she pulls herself up off of the ground and quickly straighten out her shirt.

Trini knows how this looks. 

And, moreso, she knows her mother. It’s not going to matter what Trini says or if she’s truly in the wrong or not…   

Her mother has already made her mind up. Trini is guilty.

She’s always guilty.

June’s eyes scan over the random pieces of the clothing strewn about the floor and immediately hones in on the lone yellow tie. “¿De quién es la corbata?”

“It’s Trini’s,” Diego pipes up from behind June.

Trini cringes at these words. She knows this isn’t going to end well.

“Mija?”

“It’s nothin’” Trini mumbles in response as her body instinctively shrinks inwards.  

“Las chicas no llevan este tipo de cosas,” June spats back out, with a level of utter disdain to her voice. She swiftly makes her way into the room, collects the items on the floor, and stuffs them back into the bag as if she’s touching old, dirty rags.

“¿Comprende?”

Trini gives the tiniest of nods, not able to bring herself to actual form coherent words. She watches, somewhat frozen in place, as June turns back around and leaves her room, bag in hand, followed close behind by Diego.

Trini can’t seem to breathe.

Logically, she knows her lungs are still working. That air is travelling in and out of her body at a semi-regular rate.

And yet…

Trini collapses back onto her bed as an overall sense of numbness washes over her. Two distinct trails of tears snake their way down her cheeks. 

Trini really needed that bag.

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Trini lightly jogs down main street, zig-zagging her way through the oncoming flow of pedestrian traffic.

She’s late. Fifteen freakin’ minutes late for their first date. 

And to top it all off, Trini’s got nothing to show for it. No special outfit. No bouquet of pink roses. Hell, not even a box of Kimberly’s favorite chocolate cake glazed donuts.

All Trini has is just herself and truthfully, at this very moment, she isn’t quite sure if it’s enough. Especially for someone like Kimberly. 

Trini’s grand plan hadn’t accounted for her mother finding her outfit nor the 45 minute impromptu lecture that had followed. The one where Trini was reminded once again that no self-respecting “girl” would ever get a boyfriend by dressing in button downs and ties. That that type clothing only leads to questions and rumors spread around in hushed whispers from her mother’s church going friends.

Trini rounds the corner and immediately spots Kimberly-- 

God, she’s wearing her leather jacket. 

-- across the street, standing in front of the theater. She goes to open her mouth to call out to her, when suddenly-- 

Two massive hands jut out from behind Trini, one wrapping over her mouth and another around her waist.

Before Trini even has time to react, she’s lifted right off of the ground and thrown into a nearby side alleyway.

THUD.

Trini’s body collides a brick wall with a mind-numbing crunch, sending bits of debris flying in every direction. She slides downwards, awkwardly landing on the cold, wet ground below.  

What the fuck?

Trini shakes her head a bit as her world comes back into focus. She springs onto her feet and comes face to face with--

Tommy Oliver.

“Hello Trini.” A twisted, almost predatory like, smile crawls across Tommy’s lips as he looms over Trini.

“Jesus! What the hell?” Trini throws a punch at Tommy, but he anticipates her move and counters by grabbing hold of her wrist, wrenching her arm upwards in the process.

Pain. 

That’s all Trini can process at the moment. Pure, undiluted pain. It radiates out from her wrist and courses through the rest of her body at an excruciating rate.

One more inch and her arm’s going to shatter into a million and one pieces.

“Good. Now, that I’ve got your attention, we need to chat.” Tommy readjusts his hold on Trini and with one fell swoop, flings her across the alleyway, directly into the side of a dumpster.

SMACK. 

Trini hits the dumpster at full force, instantly creating a body sized indentation. She once again tumbles to the ground, rolling onto her hands and knees and spats out a mouthful of blood. 

“Fuck.” Trini stumbles, trying to regain her footing, pulling herself up into a fighting stance.   

Something is wrong.

 Trini can’t pinpoint it, but something is seriously, freakin’ wrong.

She feels weak. No. Scratch that. Trini feels like all of her strength has been up and zapped right out of her body.

She can barely manage to stand at the moment, let alone actually defend herself. 

What the hell’s going on?

“Ah. Yeah. I bet you’re wondering why you feel as weak as an ICU patient, right?”  Tommy strides over towards Trini and shoves her backwards, right back onto the ground.

Trini winces in pain as she lands hard on her arms. She doesn’t attempt to get back up.  

Tommy digs into his jeans pocket and produces a-- 

GREEN POWER COIN. 

“Spectacular, isn’t it? Something so small can wield such a massive amount of power. But I don’t have to tell you about it. You’ve got a matching one of these in your pocket.”

“How?” Trini stares at the power coin in sheer disbelief.

There can’t be another coin… right?

Zordon would’ve mentioned it. He wouldn’t freely chose to skip over this critical piece of information. Would he?

There has to be another explanation…

“You know how,” Tommy replies with an underlying menacing tone to his voice.

“Rita.”

“Bingo.”

Tommy takes a moment to flip the coin into the air, letting the street lights dance against its emerald green center. “But unlike yours. This one’s an extra bit special. Call it Ranger kryptonite.”

Then, without a moment’s hesitation, Tommy snatches the coin mid air and presses it down hard against Trini’s cheek.

“Ahhhhhh,” Trini screams out in agony as streaks of green light pulsate throughout her skin. It burns deep within her soul as if thousands of microscopic knives are stabbing every inch of her very being.

Tommy Oliver is going to kill her. Right here and now. In a dingy alleyway, only fifty feet away from Kimberly…

Oh God… Kimberly.

With every ounce of strength Trini has left, she raises her hand and slaps away the coin, sending it flying into a nearby puddle. 

“Wrong move, Yellow,” Tommy growls in response. He scrambles to retrieve the coin, shoving it back into his pocket.

“Your not gonna get away with this,” Trini huffs out, trying her best to remain calm even though she can barely catch her breath, let alone move.

“Oh, but I will. And you’re going to let me.”

“In your dreams, Asshole.”

“Two words. Kimberly Hart.” Another twisted smile crawls back across Tommy’s face. “You say one word of this. Any of this. To anyone. And I’ll make sure that you get the full pleasure of watching your girlfriend die.”

“You wouldn’t…”

“Try me.” Tommy gives an exaggerated shrug of his shoulders and then plants a blackout worthy kick to Trini’s gut for added measure.

Trini instantly doubles over, clutching her stomach with both hands as she fights the overwhelming urge to pass out.

 “Nice chatting with you, Yellow. I’ll see you around.”

With that, Tommy turns around and makes his way back out of the alley way, leaving Trini completely and utterly alone.

[k18fics]

Oh Brother (9)

Oh Brother

Summary: A series of k18 one shots with an over-laying plot. Also featuring GCC, BV, GoVi, and more.

Warning: general warning about the rating. Some chapters in this story will contain mature language, violent scenes, and adult situations. It is not recommended for anyone under 18 (not that I can stop you if you choose to read anyways.) I will warn you in advance so you can skip those scenes if you so prefer.

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ/S/GT or any of its characters.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This one goes out to @chestnutisland who drew this amazing picture: http://chestnutisland.tumblr.com/post/157001069172/i-think-a-reward-is-in-order-to-an12490 and I kinda agreed to write this scenario as one of my one shots. Enjoy my friend! 

9. Stronger 

(Warning: this chapter has NSFW content)

Krillin could feel his strength building as the bullets bounced off of his impenetrable skin and he rushed the assailants. In less than a minute the men were on the ground unconscious and Krillin felt the strongest he'd ever been. He was going to test that theory today. Training with Goku was doing miracles for his strength, so now he would have a daylong session with Piccolo in the hyperbolic time chamber. In only one day he would get the training of an entire year.

He waved goodbye to the other police officers who were still stunned at his display of heroics and hopped on his motorcycle. He changed at the precinct into his fighting Gi and then shot up into the air towards Dende's tower.

Piccolo was waiting for him patiently at the entrance of the chamber. "I can feel that you have grown stronger Krillin, I am impressed."

"Stronger than before? Like when I was still fighting?"

"Yes," Piccolo said. "You have surpassed any of the other humans, even Tien and Yamaha."

Krillin beamed. The news of that made him happy. He felt strong and refueled. 

"After we complete our training I am confident you can match up to Goku at Super Saiyan level."

Krillin nearly laughed aloud. "Don't push it Piccolo. If I am able to beat Goku at his regular level I'll be happy."

"You already can do that Krillin," Piccolo said with a smirk. "Goku fights with all brawn and you use your brain."

Krillin thought about that a moment. As children Goku was always stronger than him but Krillin often defeated him because of his wittiness. Piccolo opened the door to the chamber and said, "ready?"

Krillin nodded with determination and followed him inside.

...

18 had grown accustomed to seeing Krillin every single day. When they were dating and even engaged they would go a few days without seeing each other and it would be fine, but now on the first day of Krillin's absence 18 was starting to feel anxious and nervous as if having withdrawal from a drug. Marron was satisfied with the answer "daddy went to go get stronger with Uncle Piccolo" and went right to bed with a smile on her face. 18...not so much.

Needless to say she was irritated to no end the following morning. Androids didn't need to sleep so she didn't feel tired but she very much liked her cuddle-with-husband routine, so she was grumpy. She left Marron at Chichi's for a play date just to spare the young girl from her frustration.

Then to top it all off Krillin arrives later than expected. His Gi was all torn up, he had scratches and bruises and sweat everywhere. "Hey," he said with a soft smile shrugging off his Gi shirt and kicking off his pants as he entered the house. In just a black T shirt and shorts 18 could see just how giant his muscles had gotten.

His arms were thick and veiny with pure muscle and she swallowed loudly. It was loud enough to catch his attention.

"Are you okay?" He said completely oblivious to her predicament.

"You...you look good," she muttered cheeks flushed and eyes darkening with lust.

"Yeah?" Krillin said with a grin. "I mean I'm all scratched up from that last fight with Piccolo and all sweaty..."

Before Krillin could finish 18's fist was nearly connecting to his face. He moved quickly without thinking about it and caught her fist in his hand. 18's eyes widened in surprise.

Narrowing her eyes in determination she swiped her leg around to kick him in the chest but he dodged it so quickly she didn't even see him move. She lunged forward again throwing punches and kicks with all her strength even though she knew she could seriously hurt him but she couldn't even get a hit in.

He was behind her suddenly and she couldn’t react as his hand came down against her back and sent her hurdling towards a wall. He didn't even hit her hard enough to cause any real damage or even break through the wall of the house but he still sent her flying as if he has swatted a fly.

She tried to get up to continue fighting but he shoved her back down to the ground and pinned her there.

They had done "pinning" activities in the bedroom but every time 18 lost her patience she very easily got out of Krillin's grip and then pinned him down. This time though, no matter how much she struggled she couldn't break free.

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He was stronger then her and the more she struggled the tighter he held on. 18's breath came in harsh pants and she could feel the undeniable wetness in between her thighs. Part of her was frustrated that he was actually stronger than her and the other part absolutely loved it.

Krillin' face was crunched in concentration trying to keep her down as she fought but 18 could feel his hardness pressing against her hip.

18 couldn't take it anymore. She was never EVER the one to break during sexual encounters with Krillin. She would often initiate but he was always the one who turned into a shuddering mess who couldn't control himself. She always used her sex appeal and her superior strength to control him like a puppet, but now he was the puppeteer.

She briefly wondered why she hadn't let him really take control until now because she felt so hot she thought she would burn a hole through the floor. She surged upwards and pressed her lips against his hard. He was taken by surprise and released his grip.

She slammed him against the nearby wall with the force of the kiss and gripped him through his shorts. He was not just hard he was twitching.

"K-Kami 18," he breathed as she slid down to her knees and yanked his shorts off. His erection sprung free nearly hitting 18 in the face but she didn't care as she gripped him tightly and wrapped her lips around him.

Krillin grunted and gripped her hair. Being in the chamber was tough for him. He and 18 had a very good sex life. Granted it wasn't as active as Vegeta and Bulma's, but they both were pretty insatiable and they never went more than a week without it. He had lived an entire year in that chamber doing nothing but focusing his mind and training.

18 stopped abruptly with a shout of pain. Krillin looked down in surprise and saw that he had actually hurt her when he pulled her hair. That never happened...EVER.

"Oh Kami 18 I'm sorry! I didn't mean..."

"Do it again."

Krillin gulped. "What?"

"Do it again," 18 said biting her lip.

Krillin slipped his fingers into her hair and tugged hard. 18 cried out again and gripped his thighs. Krillin yanked her to her feet, twirled her around and shoved her against the couch.

He placed a hand on her shoulder and leaned her over the arm of the couch until she was face down against the cushions. "You like my strength?"

"F-fuck...yes Krillin. Yes!"

He gripped her jeans and ripped them clean off effortlessly. She moaned as he rubbed his hands over the smooth skin of her bottom. He yanked off her panties settled behind her.

He didn't plunge in though, just pressed himself against her until she whimpered. "You like it when I hurt you?" He said lifting his hand and slapping 18's butt cheek hard.

18 cried out. "Yes! Krillin! Fuck again!"

He spanked her again harder.

"Again!"

SMACK!

"Uhhh again!"

SMACK!

"Fuuuuck again! Again!"

SMACK SMACK SMACK!

"Kriiiilllinnn! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

She didn't need to say it twice. He pushed into her soaking vagina easily and immediately started thrusting. He knew he wouldn't last long but neither would she. Her hands clawed at the couch desperately and her moans were so loud Krillin was sure all of the Z fighters with advanced hearing could hear.

Sweat coated both of their bodies and Krillin was so close he could feel the tingling rising up from his toes. He thrust faster and harder but now knew he could hurt her so he was mindful. 18's walls were tightening around him and he gripped her hips to try to hang on a little longer.

"Don't stop! Kami Krillin I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum...ohhhhhhh Kriiiillliinnn!"

Krillin felt the heat at the pit of his stomach but grit his teeth until 18 got there. The moment he felt the spawning, saw her trembling body nearly flying off the couch in pleasure, and heard her piercing cries he released himself with a long groan.

He let himself plop down against her sweaty back panting heavily. 18 remained still, breathing hard not bothering to move the strands of blonde hair that were matted against her forehead and cheek, or even open her eyes.

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He pushed the hair away from her face and gently kissed her temple before stepping away from her.

"I didn't hurt you did I?"

To that 18 did react. She began laughing and she slowly rose from the couch and turned towards him. "Oh yeah you did hurt me but I liked it."

Krillin blushed.

"Enjoy it while it lasts Krillin cause now I'm going to start training too," 18 said with a smirk. "Let's see how much longer you'll be stronger than me."

[ardemu]

So I’m reading chikan otoko (again)

And it made me remember a little experience I had last year

it’s gonna be a long one so i’ll keep it under the cut for yall

Alright so, this happened last year on New Years. I’ve been friends with this girl for YEARS, and of course, being the kind of guy I am, I had some pretty big feelings towards her. We practically hung out every week whether it be going to the movies, grabbing a bite to eat, or just chilling at her house (i don’t like bringing people around my house lol).

Anyways, a few days before New Years we were texting each other and I asked her if she had any plans that night. She said she was probably just gonna chill home and nothing else (Same as me can you believe it?!), and then she said that I should hang out with her until the ball dropped. I figured it wouldn’t be a big deal but she lived like 30 min away driving and if I stayed the whole night I probably wouldn’t be getting home till like 2 am, and to that she said

“Why not just stay the night then?”

...

WHAT?!?! DID SHE JUST INVITE ME TO SPEND THE NIGHT WITH HER???

The virgin in me couldn’t contain himself. I immediately thought of every scenario that could happen if we got it on and needless to say I was both excited as all hell and nervous as shit.

“You sure thats cool? I don’t wanna intrude” (lol me fishing for her to insist)

“Yeah its cool (: spend the night” (I always liked how she did the smiley face backwards)

So this was really happening! I was gonna enjoy new years with the girl I loved what more could a guy ask for?? But lemme stop you there. She was living with her mom at the time so of course we wouldn’t be alone the WHOLE night but I was determined to make something happen during the time we were.

New Years comes along, I spend most of the day with the family and around 7 pm I let them know that I was gonna head out.

But like any other family they had to ask a million and one questions, and I (feeling like the big baller I was) told them everything. That was when my older brother took me to the side and handed me a condom telling me to enjoy myself.

I’ve never had sex, but you better bet your ass I’ve practiced how to put on condoms I’m practically a pro at it now! So I leave them with that and drive towards my future. I get there around 8ish and there she was just chilling on her porch like she was expecting me..(sike I told her I was close by and i’m guessing she walked outside to greet me). We get inside and the whole night is just filled with random topics, jokes, movies, good food and drinks. This was the first time I spent new years with someone else besides my family so I was really trying hard to come across as a loveable guy to her family (which totally worked btw).

We all count down till new years and celebrate. We drank our champagne, and gave each other hugs while the other couples gave each other kisses. I can’t tell ya HOW BADLY I wanted to kiss her, but I held myself back thinking (eh we’ve got the rest of the night ;) ) After her other family members started leaving it was just me, her, her mom and sister (whom have gone to their rooms preparing for the night). Here was my chance! I’m perched up in my sniper tower with my crosshairs on her heart...

It was time to take the shot..

“Well I gotta wake up in a few hours for work so I should go to sleep”

What..? I felt the rug underneath me get tugged and landing on my ass.

Was I really missing this chance? I can’t possibly tell her how I feel now..she’s gotta wake up early tomorrow and I don’t wanna cause her any unnecessary thought while she tries to sleep.

“Fuuuuck!”

Was the only thing I could think..But I didn’t wanna show my disappointed so I agreed that we should go to sleep.

As I was setting up the couch you looked down from the steps and asked what I was doing. I must’ve look confused cause she laughed when I said I was setting up the couch to sleep on.

“What are you talking about? Just come sleep in my room”

...

Just kidding. But I was really surprised and I can safely assume the blood wasn’t rushing to my brain at that point. However, being the guy I am, I faked casualness and joked “heh..don’t blame me if you don’t get any sleep tonight”

To that she just said I was stupid and walked to her room with me behind her.

Idk how you guys feel about being in a girl’s room, but to me its like walking into a church. Something just, CHANGES, when you’re in a girls room. That might just be me, but idk how else to explain it. I remember it smelled like vanilla which was really nice.

We already had our PJs on so it was ready for us to go to bed. But another problem came up. This chick’s bed is a twin size...Theres literally no way it would be comfortable for both of us on that tiny ass bed and I was really surprised she could sleep on that shit. Not to mention i’m NOT a still sleeper lmao. And the thought of her having to wake up early was still nagging me, so I told her I’d sleep on the floor, which she protested against but I was able to convince her by telling her I move WAY too much in my sleep and i’d feel like crap if she didn’t get any sleep.

She gave up after that and gave me some spare blankets and one of her pillows. We shut the lights off and finally decided to get some sleep..

Which only one of us could. Not 10 minutes later this girl is definitely passed out (I could tell cause of her breathing), and there I was. Lying on the ground next to the girl I loved. Not being able to sleep. With the biggest boner I’ve ever had.

I knew damn well I wasn’t getting any sleep that night. Honestly, I couldn’t wait to go home so I could take care of my primal urges lmao.

So all in all, the night I thought I was gonna get some and confess my love to this girl ended in a night of ups, downs, and blue balls lol.

Oh but the bad news didn’t stop there. She woke up at 5 am, and I pretended to wake up too cause of her alarm when in reality I was awake the whole night. she went off to work and I went home and later that day I got bombarded by questions by my brother and friends all asking if I finally got some

Ofcourse I didn’t!

and yeah they we’re all pissing themselves from laughter and I could do was take it lmao I talked a BIG game and didn’t score any points! Maybe this year I’ll have another chance?

Maybe