#shaky thumbs up have fun with this crumb

[nebuladreamz]

Future Starlit Skies scene, something something you get to have a moment with Moon

Bonus:

[lovelybarnes]

Ducks on Plaster- B. Barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: injuries, reader does not have artistic abilities, i haven’t written bucky in so long, i am so so sorry if this is awful about: request! (PF34) person a has a cast, and person b is doodling on it to cheer them up + (PK9) kissing scars, bruises, scratches, etc notes: projecting. i can indeed only draw ducks and they come out damn well

“Okay. You know I’m not a very good artist,” you say forewarningly, glancing up at him for emphasis, “so I do ask that you lower your expectations starting now.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow at you, chin lifting to assess the damage, but you place your hand over your work; fat, wobbly lines peeking out from under your fingers like dark, plastically foreboding veins.

“I’m not done yet,” you protest.

“People usually warn how shaky the board is just before they tell you to walk the plank.”

You wrinkle your nose, going back to your drawing. Your lines are haloed with sharpie bleed, the tip of your marker dented with little plaster crumbs. You persevere, twirling it between your thumb and forefinger to make one wonky eye. “That’s not an expression I’ve heard before.”

“Doesn’t it get the point across, though?”

You contemplate it, trying to concentrate on ellipsing the circles. “I guess, yeah.”

“Because my analogies work.”

“Again, I guess,” you shrug. Carefully, because you’re overly focused on your loops.

“That’s what I told Sam. But he says they have to be relatable.” Bucky shakes his head and smacks his lips. “You don’t have to have searched for a needle in a haystack to know that it’s fuckin’ hard to find.”

You frown at your creation, lifting your sharpie off the plaster as if insulted and then dipping to the opposite end of the cast to draw a curvy flower with petals fat at their ends leading to a small source. The ink is fading and scratchy, but it’s objectively better than your first attempt at another edge, its start inky and confident, petals losing their roundness and symmetry until they gave away to a lousy lump trailing off.

Renewed, you finish your first masterpiece.

“That one looks good,” Bucky offers, referring to the flower. It’s groovy-style, practice showed. “No artist, my ass.”

“You’re not supposed to look yet,” you chide quietly, not looking up.

“It’s right in front of me,” he reasons, but he looks away and flops down onto the bed, lifting his head to observe the focus lining your features, the tip of your tongue peeking out at the corner of your lips.

“It’ll be worth it,” you insist passively.

“Sure.” Bucky knows this very well. Likewise, you know very well how impatient Bucky is. “But I want to see.”

You roll your eyes, a canine pinning your lip from curving into a smile. You pull back with satisfied drama, making a show of pushing the cap back on the marker. You twirl it between your fingers, missing the second twist and making it fly to your side. “Done.” You dip down and press a kiss right above your little cartoon. “You can look.”

Bucky sits up, leaning over his arm to get a good look. An eyebrow goes up, its sharpness rounded by the blue that meets your eyes. “It’s a duck.”

He’s correct. A huge beak erupts from a bowling pin, prickly stalks shooting out from the bottom. “It's a duck,” you repeat, a lot more enthused about it. Your index taps rapidly against it. “Isn’t it cute? It’s the only thing I can draw.” You trace the petaled headband it flaunts. “It has a flower hat,” you say excitedly, nose wrinkling with pride. You glance at it once more. “A flower hat. I didn’t have any colors, but I figure, it’s fun. You can fill it in when you’re bored.”

Bucky nods. “I like it.”

“Of course you like it,” you say axiomatically. “It’s a duck with a flower hat. Look, he’s so happy.”

Bucky complies, amused lines at the pinches of his eyes visible from your angle. There are no delighted wrinkles that indicate it, but somehow he can see you’re right. The duck is happy. “It’s great,” he says, chiseled with a happy authenticity unlike him. Somehow, you pull all sorts of things he doesn’t expect from him.

“I can do a variety of costumes,” you continue, your voice an echo of a saleswoman’s, but you’re tendered with dulcet excitement, the twitch of your pen at his cast proof of how gladly gratuitous your service is. ��Bunny ears, complete with the cotton-ball-tail, maid, with the little cap and feather duster, I can even do you!”

“How about we do that another time?” he requests, sitting up to hold your shoulders. His eyes are twinkling when you meet them, mind hazy with the sparkly trail his fingers leave as they drop down to your waist. “‘Cus you’ve been down there for so long and I only took time off to have you…” He pulls you toward him, and you go like a rag doll over his chest, not expecting his strength, never expecting his strength no matter how many times he shows it to you. “A little closer.”

You’re delighted, nuzzling your face into his shoulder the moment you land on his chest. You’re careful to not touch his injured leg as he settles you beside him. Like instinct, your chin gravitates to the nearest part of him, tilting a little to kiss the underside of his jaw. A bite of purple catches your attention, a grape-sized oval already haloed green.

“You have a bruise under your chin,” you tell him after a moment, a gentle thumb raising to graze it. The contact should hurt no matter how tenderly you do it, but it doesn’t. Nothing hurts with you. “How’d that happen?”

“Who can keep track?”

“Well, I’d like to,” you muse. He feels your nail hovering just above his adam’s apple when you lean up and press your kiss to his injury. It blooms everything but pain. 

“Well, if that’s the way you’re doin’ it…”

You chuckle, another kiss laid at the corner of his lips. He’s sure you can taste the metal from a fresh cut, but if you do, you don’t mind, punctuating your point with another kiss now fully on his lips, your index turning his face toward you. He’s thrilled to oblige.

He refuses to let you pull away completely when you finally do, trailing after you to press another, softer kiss against you. It’s only to taste you one last time; as if he’d been too caught up in its nectar to prepare himself to say goodbye.

“Aren’t days off nice?” you beot.

“Can’t say no right now.”

You wrinkle your nose at him, bumping your nose against his cheekbone in retaliation. “Right now?”

He drags a thumb along a naked stretch of skin he finds under your sweater, grinning boyishly. “Especially right now,” he corrects.

You lean in closer, air pregnant with your implicit secrecy from the walls. He can feel your heart thrum from your proximity. “It was my duck, right?”

He can’t help but laugh, nodding earnestly into the crook of your neck. “I love you,” he tells you like he needs to. Totally unrelated but so sewn into everything that it’s a requirement to put into the world before he can do anything else. He nudges your nose with his, humoring you. ”Mhm. What else could it be?” 

You crack through your theatrics, face breaking into a smile as you kiss him, thumbing a light crescent moon right beneath his right eye. He can already feel it heal with your glittering touch.

[boxboysandotherwhump]

Sam on the drip. (Sam signs pt. 2)

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CW: weird wru fuckery, creepy handlers, nudity

Mister Wilson enters the tiny back office Sam finishes the paperwork in, a plate of pretzel rolls in one hand and a can of coke in the other. 

“Here, eat up little one.” 

Sam stops writing. The pen bleeds a tiny spot of blue ink into the cheap printer paper, right in the middle of a half finished word. 

Designation preference: Plat   Romant-

There is a spot of ink next to the brown flaky blood stain from early tonight. “I’m not hungry.”

Mister Wilson puts the plate down in front of him, right atop the questionnaire. “Trust me, little one. You’ll want to have something in your stomach when we start the drip. A wipe is no walk in the park.” 

“I thought- I-” Sam swallows, his throat suddenly sandpaper dry. “Will it, uhm, will it, like- hurt?”

With a scrape of table legs over the linoleum floor, Wilson sits down, eyebrows raised in a comical customer service smile. “All the products wru uses in training are tried, tested and one hundred percent cruelty free. Is what I’m supposed to tell you, but to be honest kid- I have no bloody idea. The only thing I do know is that your body will fight it. No matter how bad you wanna get rid of your past, turns out the subconscious is a little bitch latching onto existence, no matter what.”

“Hey there, little one, don’t cry. Tell you what, no matter how rough it gets, once you wake up you won’t remember a thing of it. We will have a great time training together and then it goes straight to your new life. Destination happiness with no pit stops, alright?”  

Sam rubs at his eyes furiously enough an eyelash comes loose and sticks to his thumb. 

“I’m not crying.” he sniffs and adds, hesitating, “Do you promise? That it’ll be alright, after.”

He feels stupid, like when he was small and stuck in summer camp, too afraid to join the night hike so a counselor had to comfort him, holding his hand during the entire hike. 

“Pinky promise.” Mister Wilson beams and taps the pretzel roll plate. “But now, eat up.”

When Sam reaches for the plate he notices the eyelash. Face growing hot with embarrassment he closes his eyes, purses his lips and makes a wish.

Please let me be happy.

When his eyes flutter open, Mister Wilson's face is so close to Sam’s,  his breath tickles the tip of Sam’s nose. 

“Good, you’re adorable.” 

Flushing a deeper shade of red, Sam grabs a pretzel roll and stuffs it into his mouth, choking on the too large bite. 

“M not.”

Tossing his head back, Mister Wilson erupts in warm rich laughter that does nothing to help calm Sam’s nerves. “Let me decide what you are.”

Guess, that's the idea here. Sam stuffs his face with another pretzel roll, flushing his meal down with the coke. After the last crumb is dutifully eaten, Mister Wilson puts the contract down in front of him. 

“Sign here and we can get going.” 

Barely looking Sam scrawls his signature onto the dotted line and gets up. A shaky inhale. “Kay. Let's do this.” 

They have to switch elevators twice until they finally reach the ground level, where the training rooms are. The hallways are a winding maze of white walls and cold air. Every step they take echoes, Sam’s sneakers a soft pat next to the harsh click of Mister Wilson's boots. 

More clicking comes from behind a corner. Another handler emerges, grinning at the sight of Sam.

“Wilson. You got another trainee?”

“Sure do.”

Halting in front of them, the handler smiles down at Sam: “Number and designation?”

“Uhm.” Sam falters and sees the smile slip from the handler's face.

“He doesn’t have a number yet.” Wilson interjects. “We’re just on our way to the wipe.” 

“Oh, well that explains the clothes.” The handler yawns. “My bad, shorty. Guess my brain’s still half asleep. Have fun.”

“Ah, uhm, thank you?”  

Chuckling, Wilson tells Sam not to mind his colleague while they make their way down the hall. When they enter the room where Sam will be erased for good, his heart beats so fast he fears to pass out. 

It’s oddly warm in the near empty room. The entire thing is tiled in white ceramic, glittering under the fluorescent lights. There are some cabinets on one wall, and a small freezer.  In its center stands a padded stretcher, restraints dangling from it to fix someone's feet and hands in place. Next to it, the drip. Mister Wilsons hits the power button on it and gestures to a bench near the entrance. 

“Strip and put your clothes there. I’ll give you a uniform in a sec.”

Sam does as he’s told, hands shaking as they pull his cat shirt up over his head. The kitty's face in its center is weirdly deformed, staring up at him one eyed from where he tossed it on the bench.  Everything had happened so fast after that fight, Sam had really run to WRU still wearing his pajama shirt. Headless, panicked. He hadn’t thought this through at all. 

Behind him, Wilson pulled a bag from a freezer, hooked it up to the Iv-machine. 

Sam really just signed his life away in a frumpy, fucking cat pajama. A hysterical laugh bubbles up his throat but all that comes out is a sob. 

Tears roll down his eyes as he yanks down his shorts and tosses them on the bench. 

Mister Wilson looks at him, eyebrows raised. “Do you want a sedative to take the edge off?”

Fists shaking at his sides, Sam nods, earning a humoring smile from Mister Wilson. It doesn’t escape Sam how Wilsons eyes linger on his crotch. 

“What?”Sam hisses, shame and rage and panic chasing each other in circles inside his head until the room spins around him. He flops down on the bench, knees pressed together to hide from Wilsons curious eyes.

“I’m only surprised you have a dick and a-”

“I’m inter.” Sam snaps, curling up on the bench, protecting his naked body from Mister Wilson's eyes. Boots click click click over the tile floor and a warm hand finds its way into Sam’s hair, down behind his ear, where it starts to gently rub over soft skin.

Sam blinks up, new tears falling.

“Hey now. It’s a really great surprise, if that's any relief.”

A watery laugh escapes Sam upon the absurdity of it all. 

“I’ve never trained an inter pet, but I’m looking forward to it. What makes you tick,” his hand brushes over Sam’s cheek nearly touching his lips, wanders further up, gently tugging a curl behind his ear. “What makes you feel good.”

Breath catches in Sam’s throat.

Smiling, Wilson hands Sam a pair of black shorts. They are soft under Sam’s fingertips as he slips into them hastily. He eats a tiny white pill from Wilsons fingertips and the harsh white world of WRU’s training facility grows fuzzy around the edges. His thoughts slow down, flashes of fear and anger getting lost in the fog. 

A warm rough hand wraps around his wrist and pulls him forward. Climbing onto the stretcher is difficult with his limbs hanging by his sides like heavy noodles but with Mister Wilson's help, he manages. 

When Wilson grabs one of the Mitts with a rattle of chains, Sam whimpers and pulls his hands under his chin.  

Wilson smiles. “These are only to protect you from hurting yourself when the drug hits.”

Another whimper. Wilson grabs one of Sam’s hands, gentle but steady and forces them into the Mitt. 

“Don’t forget little one, you signed up for this.”

Head lulling Sam mumbles: “Though’ forgettin’ s the point of t’is.”

Grabbing Sam’s other hand, Wilson grins. “I can’t wait to start our training.”

With his feet buckled in tightly and his arm cleaned, the preparations are done. The needle glints in Wilsons now gloved hands. Sam turns his head, eyes shutting so tight stars dance behind them.

His arm is grabbed, hands squeezing in gentle affection. “Ready?”

A shaky nod. A quiet whimper. 

Steel breaks his skin, the needle slides home. 

A heartbeat, freezing liquid floods his veins. Another, his brain melts into weeping white. 

No past.

No future.

No dreams. 

No self.

White noise. 

[ghostselena]

OMG THE RAFE SPIDERMAN FANFIC LOVEEE but what about y/n a very specific roleplaying kink(spiderman roleplay) bc shes a nerd and rafe finds out and teases her but secretly buys the suit and surprises her and they fxckkkk

Oh for sure ;) I haven't done smut in so long so I'm a bit rusty, but I hope I did you some justice. It's also a bit unedited..hope you don't mind. enjoy!

Word count: 1.8k

You never thought you’d ever get caught watching a roleplay video. Especially right now, when a video of a girl with her boyfriend having sex while he wore a Spider-man suit caught your eye.

Caught red-handed by Rafe, who had the biggest smirk on his face, arms crossed while he stood behind you and observed the way you took in the video in front of you, small moans coming from your mouth quietly, hand inside your shorts as you slowly spread your legs

Your moans caught him off guard, blood rushing down towards his slowly hardening cock. He leaned down, pressing his head against yours, “what are you watching?”

You could’ve sworn your soul left your body as you jumped in surprise, quickly shutting your laptop and taking your hand away from your pants, “nothing..just..homework videos?” You questioned your words, voice shaky and certainly not convincing your boyfriend.

He chuckled, sliding his hand down your chest slowly, pressing your back against the couch as he stayed behind you, his other arm tapping your legs, motioning to spread them back once more, which you did.

“Yeah? They got you watching porn for credits now?“ His quiet voice sent a shiver down your spine, his lips close to your ear while he slowly circled a finger against your clit, breathing in your scent as you moaned quietly, biting your lip while looking up at him

no sentences came out of you, the pleasure of his second added finger keeping you from speaking, "what? can't even fucking talk, huh? laptop caught your tongue?"

His fingers slid down to your tight hole, inserting two digits easily, your wetness covering them and making it easy to slide in and out slowly, earning a small whine from your lips, "Rafe.. please.."

"Please what?" He pressed, fingers deep in your cunt while he pumped his large digits inside you, your wetness coating them in arousal, clenching against them, "Need you.."

He shook his head while he stared at you, sliding his fingers out of your sweet and warm cavern, tongue licking each finger individually, a sinister smile appearing on his face, "I think you can handle yourself pretty well, don't you think?"

You sat up, hands pressed against his bulge — the sight of it making your cunt clench around nothing, missing the way his thick cock would fill you up in every right place, leaving you aching for more.

"Maybe that guy can fuck you instead. Since you seem to like that little costume he has on."

"You wouldn't do that with me?" You innocently asked, pressing small kisses against his happy trail, after you lifted his shirt a bit to ease him to the idea

He could barely focus with the way your soft lips felt against his cool skin, holding back from just grabbing your hair and fucking the living lights out of you

"Dont think so, pretty girl. Enjoy yourself," He winked, bending down slightly to press a rough kiss against your lips, hand wrapped around your throat before pulling back, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip, which you gracefully took into your mouth, thinking you had the slightest chance of getting a little crumb of dick, but to your luck, Rafe pulled his hand away, leaving you alone in the living room to finish yourself off.

Asshole. You thought to yourself, your hands not satisfying you the way his long digits felt against you.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

A few days had gone by since your little accident, and you hated nothing more than Rafe ignoring your moves to have a little fun.

Your usual teasing wasn't working, not even his favorite lingerie was convincing him enough to try anything.

He had something in stock for you and boy did it get him excited. Not just the idea of having you bent down while you took his cock like a champ, no-no. He bought a Spider-Man costume the same night he caught you, he was secretly into roleplay— but there was no way in hell he was admitting to that.

He could've sworn it felt like a dream.

You were laying in your bed when you heard a knock on your bedroom door, to which you responded with a soft 'come in'.

Rafe walked in with his Spider-Man suit on.

Your jaw dropped at the sight, sitting up straight as he walked towards you, a slight smile lingered on his face before sitting against the edge of your bed, "Like what you see?"

"Maybe I do," You tease, crawling your way over to him, pressing a soft kiss against his lips, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist, straddling him once you gently pushed him back against your sheets.

"Whatever you're thinking, your family is downstairs,"

"Yeah? Like that has ever stopped us." You uttered, his hands finding a place against your hips, keeping them still as your core stayed dangerously above his growing manhood.

Whatever plan he had in mind was thrown out the door, he had you pinned under his figure in a second, hands roaming down your body before landing right on top of your underwear, the skirt you wore giving him easy access to your needy slit.

"Think you can keep quiet for me?"

You nodded quickly, the feeling of his fingers against you once again had you under his control.

He chuckled at your hasty response, sliding your underwear off and pressing them against your lips, "I don't trust you on that."

You roll your eyes, biting into your underwear and looking back at him, his lips pressing small kisses against your inner thighs, spreading your legs with his hands, his tongue pressed against your clit, one of his fingers slowly sliding themselves into you, lips wrapped around you, pulling them back and quickly adding a second finger, holding your moans back as he continued to gracefully eat you out, tongue replacing his fingers as he fucked into you with it.

You reached down to grip his hair, legs spreading to give him more access, your moans slightly getting louder before he pulled back, wiping his lips and giving you a disapproving head shake.

He stood against the edge of the bed, grabbing your legs and pulling you towards him, flipping you on your stomach and smacking your ass, hands spreading your cheeks, giving him the perfect view of your pulsing hole "You know what do to."

You did as you were told, pressing your face against your pillow, arching your back to a comfortable position, swaying your hips, and earning another slap, you hiss quietly, pressing back against him needily, whining softly, "Rafe.."

"I know pretty girl, I'm gonna reward you real good," He whispered against your ear, already lined up against your entrance, his pre-cum rubbing itself all over your hole, kissing it with every movement. He had made sure to get a suit that had an accessible zipper for emergencies, such as this one.

He slowly slid inside, mouth hung open while he pressed your face against the sheets, your moans swallowed by your own mattress as you felt him split you open, a good burning sensation while you pressed back against his cock, taking him in all the way as he stayed, letting you adjust to his size for a few seconds.

"This pussy was made just for me, so fucking wet," He mumbled, hands wrapping themselves on each side of your hips before slamming his hips back into you, with sweat forming against his forehead, he licked his lips and thrusted himself into you deeply, keeping you pinned under him while pounding against you.

"Fuck." You moaned, circling your hips quickly, pressing back into him at the same pace as him, the way his thick member filled you the right way, hitting every angle, kissing your insides with each thrust

He pulled out slowly, you whined at the sudden emptiness you felt. A smack against your thigh made you turn to face Rafe, who was pumping his shaft at the sight of you still bent over, "Why don't you ride me?"

You bit your lip, nodding as he laid beside you, fingers digging into your sides while he helped you get on top, hands pressed against his chest.

Grabbing his cock in your hand, you lined it up with your entrance and sank down onto his cock, your moans mixing together quietly, his arms pulling you down to press your lips together while your hips continue slamming down onto him repeatedly, soft gasps and skin smacking against each other being heard around the room

"Just like that pretty girl, fuck yourself on my cock," He grunted against your lips, hands sliding down to your hips, helping you move down roughly, your legs spreading more to feel him deeper, his hips lifting up slightly to thrust up against you, "Could stay inside you forever,"

His words of encouragement helped you set a rhythm together, grinding your hips slowly while you slowed down, letting him pound up into you, his eyes never leaving yours as he sped up, tongue sticking out slightly as he concentrated on making you feel good against him, "You feel so good," You purred against his ear, your words getting to him as his hips slam roughly and repeatedly into your warm cavern

"M' so close baby, milk my cock, cmon," He gasped, hand sliding to rub your clit quickly, the stimulation made you moan against his shoulder, your pussy clenching around him as you came, gliding up and down his shaft rapidly.

He held you still as he came inside you, milking your insides and keeping you in place while he did so, mouth wide as he cried out, his hips slowing down as he finished off.

You pressed your lips against his softly as your movements came to a halt. You whimpered as you stayed with him inside you, pulling back to face a smiling Rafe, whose hands were placed on your hips still.

"Hi Spidey," You joked, catching your breath while your hands ran through his hair, gently gripping it in your hands while you smiled, his lips pressed themselves against your naked chest.

At some point through your rough fucking, he ripped your tank top to cup your breast in his hands, helping you stay balanced on top.

"Bet you liked that shit, huh?" He teased, his hands roaming your body as you laid on top of his chest, sighing contently and looking at him through your tired eyes, "Dont act like you didn't,"

"You're the one that's into this babe, not me,"

"Bullshit. You bought the costume."

"I wanted to please my girl, is that a crime?" He defends, a smirk on his face before he rolled you over, holding himself up with a hand on each side of your face, peppering it with kisses while you laughed, feeling your now-empty hole pooling out with your mixed cum and into your sheets, "Looking like a twinkie," he whispered, pressing his two fingers to push the liquids back into you, making you gasp softly.

"You think we can try Captain America next?"

"Fuck no." He replied, already planning on buying it as soon as he left your house.

--

excuse the bad ending 😩

[vomitgoreslut]

comfort - rengoku kyojuro x reader a/n : sorry for not writing for a while. my poor self needed some comfort so i decided to write this. this is also inspired from the song butterfly's repose by zabawa so yeahhhhhhhhh tw : literally one swear word but- jhasfjh okay i'l put it here ig 1,485 words -------------- you once again were having one of those chemical imbalances in your brain that was causing not even a crumb of serotonin to produce in the central nervous system part of your brain.

it was extremely frustrating to deal with because one moment you'd be completely fine, or surprisingly happy, and for some reason something'd switch it off in your brain and you begin to think of your past mistakes and regrets, ruining your mood completely. it sometimes got to the point where there was no way to cope with it, and you had to fake a smile on your face frequently, which you think you're good at considering rengoku hasn't even noticed yet, and that man notices everything. literally everything. he can read you like a book and tell what you're feeling in the span of a fucking millisecond.

but faking an emotion can be very tiring after doing it for a while, and you were starting to slip up on your desperate act of trying to look happy. you could tell because rengoku started asking if you were okay more frequently, as if he didn't do it all the time because man does this fire boy care about you. you could only tell because of the concern that was beginning to plaster on his face the more he asked.

one fateful day for you, he 'put his foot down' and led you to a place that was remote of anyone hearing or god, even seeing.

the place was beautiful though. it was very well taken care of and littered with flowers and dangly trees. the aroma of the flowers were very strong and sweet, it was very comforting and you felt more at ease after rengoku gave you the 'wtf is going on' look and led you somewhere.

rengoku patted a big, clean rock for you to sit on and you obeyed, avoiding eye contact with him. you felt his eyes burning into your face as he kneeled down to your level. he slid his hand onto your outer thigh and raised his other hand onto your chin, turning your head towards him to make eye contact. you felt your heart hammer in your chest, trying to predict what he was going to do or say. was he trying to do the dirty? no, why would he be doing that here, of all places? you could sense the negative tension in the air, and whatever that was going to happen next wasn't going to be very fun for you. after you began looking at him in the eyes, he dropped his hand from your chin and grabbed both of your hands.

"y/n..." rengoku spoke. your eyes slightly widened at the soft tone in his voice. you weren't used to this at all, "i'm worried about you. for the past week you've seemed more down than usual. what happened?"

your breathing was beginning to get a bit raggedy from his now-intimidating presence. you weren't used to this at all. you were used to his happy, loud sounding voice. you were used to the warm smile almost always plastered on his face. but right now, it his face was full of worry and concern. you felt guilt for making him worry.

"i-" you paused. you felt your hands getting a bit clammy from the nervousness that you felt. all the memories and regrets flooded your head and all that anxiousness started to turn into sadness. you sat there with your mouth slightly open as you shrugged and shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes swiftly. rengoku acknowledged that and his face softened. he felt his heart ache for you. he hated seeing you upset, even if he's never seen it before to these measures. surely, you've been upset and he held you for a while, but he's never seen you cry. you always hid it from him. you wanted to be happy for him, you didn't want to bring his mood down or make him worry either.

tears began waterfalling from your eyes, biting your lip to contain the cries fighting to make it up your throat. rengoku frowned at the sight and felt his heart drop. he couldn't stand seeing you like this, so he just enveloped you, arms wrapping above your shoulders.

"you don't have to speak, just let it out..." rengoku muttered into your ear.

with those words and feeling his warmth surrounding you, you broke down into a fit of sobs. you hid your head into his shoulder and embraced him back, holding onto him so tightly as if your life depended on it.

his hand starting petting your head sweetly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head every few seconds. with every deep breath you took, a sob came out.

"kyojuro..." you croaked, breath extremely uneven, "i'm s-so sorry..."

"don't apologize, love. it's okay to let your emotions out, never feel ashamed about how you feel. what you're feeling right now is perfectly okay and it makes you human."

you nodded before continuing your meltdown. in a few minutes, your sobs quieted down into sniffles.

rengoku pulled away, examining your facial features. your bloodshot eyes, your puffy nose, and red cheeks. he softly smiled, wiping the dampness off of your cheeks with his thumb.

"you still look appealing even when you cry," rengoku smiled wider, rubbing your arm comfortingly. you softly grin at the compliment.

"what's going on to make you this upset, y/n?" rengoku questioned, face immediately changing back into the concerned look.

"there's nothing specific that really makes me sad, but i still feel upset regardless even if something positive happens. you don't do anything to make me sad, no one does anything to make me sad, it's just me. i get hit with these sad feelings out of nowhere and it's starting to become an everyday thing. it's really starting to concern me."

rengoku's face was just blank, but you could feel the sadness emanating from his aura. this man knew how to deal with physical pain quite well, but when it came to emotions, he felt so helpless. he just wanted so desperately to take away all of those negative emotions and put it on himself, even if he had his own problems, which he claims are just 'minor things'.

"how long have you been feeling this way?" rengoku quizzed.

the icky feeling after crying had subsided and was immediately replaced with guilt. you could tell that your answer wasn't going to make him feel any better. you could most definitely tell by the pained expression that lied on his face in response to your silence.

"well," you glanced around, thinking for a moment. you thought about lying about how long it's been, but it would make the situation only worse. your honestly will not only help you but make him feel better, since he can catch on to lies because like i said, he can read you like a book.

"it's been about two months..." your voice lowered to a hush, looking down to your hands lying on your lap, "i'm sorry for not telling you..."

his eyebrows furrowed upwards, "why didn't you tell me, baby?"

he took your hands into his and rubbed soothing circles into your palms, looking into your eyes that were once again brimming with tears.

"i just didn't want to make you worry about me, i just want you to be happy." you faltered and blinked the tears away. rengoku stared for a moment with his eyebrows still furrowed and lips pressed together. it was a more mournful face than a frustrated one.

he let go of a shaky breath before pulling you into his arms once more whilst rubbing your back in a soothing pattern, "i appreciate your concern, but i really want you to be happy too. if you're happy, i'm happy. thank you so much for telling me and being brave enough to do so. is there anything that i can do to help?"

you pulled away, "honestly, you just being here for me is enough. your love and affection and your presence is 100% enough. thank you for being so kind and lovely," you replied to his question, which put a smile on both faces. his was especially warm, like it usually was. but there was something about his smile this time that was so genuine. it was so full of love and that itself wanted to make you cry again.

you caressed his face with both hands before exchanging a mellifluous lingering kiss onto his lips. he kissed back and slid his hand onto your waist. before you could pull away, he pressed a kiss onto your cheek.

it was kind of funny because the sound of rengoku's stomach rumbling ruined the sweet moment. you didn't mind, though. the both of you erupted into a fit of laughter.

"hungry?"

[hqcult]

SWITCHING POSITIONS ## akaashi keiji

doms and subs are overrated. it's hella fun being a switch and keiji couldn't agree more.

. tw smut, switch! akaashi, switch! reader, some baby girl and baby boy calling, mommy kink, sir kink, drunk sex, unprotected sex (dont try this at home), oral (m receiving), creampies, slight degradation . wc 3.8k

the night is young. as young a night gets for two college students after finals week. while countless people from different frat houses have already invited you to come to their year-end parties, you never really enjoy that scene. it's too much of an effort to dress and doll yourself up when, after such a stressful week, you just want to wind down and get drunk here in your dorm with your best friend. 

plus, keiji tells way more compelling stories than boys you've encountered at parties and that's saying something, considering you had been drunk as a skunk but didn't find them funny at all. 

yeah. offense.

right from the get-go, you figure he's never one for small talk but there's a fondness in his eyes when he talks about his days as a volleyball player. he becomes more loose-lipped, sharing to you memories of his teammates and games. you really didn't care whatever topic he chose to talk about, you just know you'll listen to him anyway. it's great listening to him talk with that comforting voice of his. 

"you know," you lean your head back against the couch, cozying up in your hoodie. "maybe you should start a part-time job as a youtuber. you can be one of those people who do asmr videos or something." you chuckle, finding the random thought amusing. 

"but i'm already on a full-ride. i don't think i need to get a part-time job," he lies comfy on your couch. one arm hanging, hands over the can of beer. 

you sighed staring up at the ceiling. "lucky. it's hard maintaining grades when your professors are a bunch of snobby assholes who don't care about their students."

his knee nudges the back of your head lightly. "don't say that," he scolds. "that's bad. they're still your teachers."

always so polite.

just as you reach forward for another slice of pizza, akaashi speaks again, eyeing you thoughtfully. "well… maybe i can start an asmr channel and we can split the money i earn."

you laugh, torso turning around to face him. you bring the beer can up to offer a toast. 

"see, this is why i love you, keiji."

after clicking his can with yours, you turn around to have a bite of your pizza — completely missing the red flush on his cheeks, thrown off-guard by the strong proclamation you just made, albeit he knows you probably meant it in a platonic way. he didn't know what to say next so he took another swig of his drink. 

he doesn't know. really. what triggered him to look at you as something way more than a normal friend would. for someone so self-aware as him it's frustrating not knowing how and when his feelings for you even changed. because the only time he realized he was knee deep into liking you was when he was also at the brink of losing you. 

which reminds him… 

"what happened to that guy you were texting two weeks ago?" he asks. 

"ah, him? he's too… what's the word, assertive? intrusive? i don't know — it's like he wants to monopolize my time. like he wants my whole world to revolve around him and it's… kinda creepy actually."

akaashi scoffs, sitting up to get a slice of pizza. "you guys were only talking for two weeks."

"i know! that's what i'm saying!" you say, hands wildly gesturing to and fro. he's afraid you might spill the beer. "like — dude. maybe it's either he needs to chill the fuck out or i'm just not into doms. or maybe he's a walking red flag."

he hums thoughtfully, slumping next to you on the floor before dusting his hands off from pizza crumbs. "he's a red flag. obviously."

"okay but random thought: doms are overrated," you reach forward to open another can of beer, thinking out loud. "subs too. i feel like it's kinda tiring being a top as much as it is being a bottom. being a switch, on the other hand, is like getting the best of both worlds and who wouldn't like that? it's some good hannah montana shit."

now akaashi keiji can't help but laugh at that. "are you drunk? how did our conversation end up this way even."

you bump his shoulder, laughing with him before drinking your beer. "oh, come on. humor me a little, keiji. think about it. i'm right. aren't i?"

"and how do you know?" he turns his head towards you. "have you been a top? or bottom —"

"i have," the smile you gave him sent butterflies to his stomach. "both. back in my all-girls high school. being a bottom's not too bad but… eh, still. i'd rather just be a switch. it's exhausting to top all the time."

"don't i know it," akaashi mutters under his breath. flashbacks of all those awkward and embarrassing endeavors filling his mind. "guys are always expected to top. it's like a stereotype. can't i just sit back sometimes and follow orders, too?" 

he feels the heat crawling up his neck and it makes him shrug off his jacket, leaving him with the plain white shirt underneath. 

"i can give you orders."

akaashi almost chokes on his beer. 

"you literally just said it's exhausting to top."

you shrugged. "yeah, but — i mean, it is! it is but… you know."

he can see exactly how embarrassment is taking over your features and he wants to stop and move on from the conversation. he wants to. he should. but there's an inkling feeling inside him that doesn't because he wants to see how this unfolds. his heart is beating erratically and he can't take his eyes off you since that little comment you made. 

"i'm sorry," you chuckle, a dismissive tone in your voice. "nevermind. anyway…"

akaashi shouldn't entertain his thoughts. 

it's improper. you're his best friend. literally one of the few people who he's managed to befriend in college. he can't lose you. he can't risk being awkward with you. his not-so-platonic feelings for you should never get in the way of that. never. plus, you're both intoxicated right now and you were probably just kidding around. akaashi isn't that kind of guy. he respects you. he should dismiss the conversation but —

"then give me orders."

you froze. eyes widening as you stare at the forgotten netflix movie playing on your laptop, unable to look at the man sitting next to you. afraid of the weight of his stare. you didn't know why you blurted out whatever you did a few seconds ago but you never thought he'd entertain it. not that you mind, anyway. this is your best friend we're talking about. well-mannered akaashi keiji with the ocean eyes hiding behind those cute square glasses. 

the akaashi keiji you've been crushing hard on since you saw him at the freshman orientation two years ago. 

"would you… spread your legs for me?"

light rustling can be heard as the microfibers of his socks drag against the carpeted floor. just as you reach forward to push back the coffee table, akaashi beats you to it and does it for you. making sure to push it far so you won't accidentally hit your back on the edges. 

with one smooth swing of your leg, you're sitting snug on his lap. the rough fabric of his jeans grazing your thighs as your hands tremble whilst dragging down the planes of his torso. 

akaashi grabs your hands, stopping you. 

"you look hesitant. you don't need to do this if you don't want to." his tone is low, understanding as always. 

you look at him straight in the eye. leaning forward until your lips are all but grazing each other as you spoke. "i want to. i want you."

you dive down to start peppering kisses down his neck and you hear him let out a shaky sigh. you lick a stripe up the side of his neck before kissing the shell of his ear. "go on, keiji. you can touch me. don't you want to touch mommy?" 

you feel him shudder, his dexterous fingers mapping random lines underneath your hoodie, slowly raking higher and higher until he's saying "mommy, please take it off" in low hushed tones. the blush in his cheeks prominent as he can't seem to stare at you in the eye. so cute. so submissive. so stupid thinking you'll let him undress you so easily.

"did i say you can take it off?" you hiss, reaching down to cup him from over his jeans and shoving his hands off you. "don't tell me baby boy is being bad, are you being bad? i thought my baby keiji's a good boy for his mommy." 

"but… but i am a good —"

akaashi hisses, knees jolting when he feels you tracing circles on the insides of his thighs with the tip of your nails. for someone who just claimed they didn't like topping, you're doing an impeccable job at it and he doesn't know whether or not he loves it or hates it. when your sneaky little hands unbutton his jeans and teasingly pulls the zipper down, okay, no, he definitely loves it. the determined look in your eyes as you pin your gaze on his features, watching like a hawk at every furrow of his brow, of every sharp intake of breath, every time he throws his head back. 

"if you're such a good boy why don't you strip for mommy, hm? won't my baby boy give me a show?" he can't take his eyes off you as you smile, sultry, leaning over to lick at his bottom lip as your ass slowly grinds against his jeans. how merciless you are, when you gave him a peck and pulled away. "go on. strip and sit on the couch."

blindly reaching around the coffee table, you grabbed whatever beer you can hold before raising it up to your lips and staring at him over the rim of the can as he throws his shirt off. you suck in a breath when his abdominals come into view. his torso lean and smooth, siding a little more on the petite size with a tiny waist. and you shamelessly check him out even more when he leans over and hooks his thumbs under his jeans, pushing it down. 

you didn't speak until you saw the black waistband of his boxers.

"those, too."

he pauses, looking a little lost. "i'm sorry, what —"

"everything, baby boy. i want everything off… including those boxers. wanna see your dick throbbing. bet baby boy's already hard because mommy kissed his neck and gave him hickies, isn't he? bet you'll love it if mommy licks you all over, or when mommy rides her baby boy's cute thighs. would my baby keiji like that? would you? does my baby boy deserve it?"

damn were you good at this. the more you spoke the more it's making him ache and he wastes no time in shoving everything down. true to your words he was throbbing. the mushroom tip oozing precum and his dick standing tall. maybe it's the alcohol in his system or maybe it's the desire for you that he had kept locked away for so long, but akaashi can't bring it in himself to feel embarrassed. not when you're looking at him like you want to devour him whole. 

the same bright eyes of his adventurous best friend who's stuck by his side since being wide-eyed first years in this huge university — he'll probably never see you in that same halo ever again, already tainted by the image of you now. 

he sees you swallow, eyes never straying away from his girth and akaashi feels a little proud to have you looking star-struck. when you rise from your seat, his muscles tense in anticipation, staring at your hand as it slowly reaches forward — only to pause mid-air. 

akaashi looks up at you questionably and he sees the unspoken question in your eyes, asking for his consent. and your baby boy's answer was instantaneous.

 "please, mommy. touch me?"

the smile on your face was cocky. definitely cocky as your hand wraps around his girth, the other wrapping around his throat as you coo. "aw, how can i resist when you're asking so nicely? why don't you sit on the couch and i'll grant whatever my baby boy wants, hm?"

he mewls, leaning back on the couch and eyes you with lust. "like this, mommy?" he mutters, desperate. he even tilts his hips up a little to offer you a better view as you hum in approval, straddling his hips as you stroked his cock. 

"such a good boy for mommy, aren't you? how pretty." 

he hisses when he catches sight of you kneeling before him in between his legs, looking at him with the most captivating sultry gaze he's ever seen. "mommy's gonna give you a 'lil prep, yeah? so it won't hurt when i ride your dick, baby boy." 

"yes, momm — ugh." 

akaashi throws his head back when you finally wrap your lips around him. the image of your hollowed cheeks forever ingrained in his mind. his eyes fly close, focusing his attention on your swift tongue as it lies flat against the underside of his cock, taking him eagerly from the base to the tip. your tongue swirls around the head, sneakily poking around the hole where precum oozes out. 

"mommy," he whines when your tongue travels back to his girth, tracing one of the prominent veins in his dick before your hand comes up to play with his balls. "mommy — shit. so good… feels so good…"

it urges you on, hands retracting to wrap around whatever your mouth couldn't cover. his back is arching and you suck him with fervor, eager to push him to the edge, to make him believe you're going to lick and play and suckle until he's creaming around your mouth — only to pull away at the last minute. 

"no!" he moans, looking down at you desperately as you rise from your seat. "i was-i was gonna cum!"

you dismiss him easily with a wave of the hand, too busy shuffling out your clothes. maybe if you had the energy, you would've punished him a few rough spanks but you were far gone already. thoughts of that dick splitting you in half as you ride him consuming your mind like a plague.

akaashi groans when you hop onto the sofa and crash your lips on his. you never would've imagined kissing him this way. sloppy and wet and painfully induced with lust. the stretch is amazing, there was the lightest stinging sensation but was overridden by pleasure. he groans, pulling you close and peppering your shoulders with kisses. 

you grabbed his shoulders and started bouncing on his lap in a slow, stimulating manner that made you feel every vein and curve of his cock as it deliciously drags against your walls. you hear him wine. you hear him talk about how it hurts and how he can't take it anymore. how he needs his mommy to move faster. faster, mommy. please fuck me faster. but you ignored him, so caught up in domspace to see the growing irritation in your baby boy's eyes. to see the sudden shift from clinging onto you so desperately to gripping possessively against the soft flesh of your sides.

the air was knocked out of your lungs when he slams you down on the sofa.

"you dare ignore me?" his face is passive, eyes cold and steely as he pinned you with a dark stare. "time's up. i think you got a tad bit carried away there, don't you agree?" 

"want me to show you how it's done?" you shiver in excitement when he takes your wrists in one hand. his thighs flex as he gets on his knees before hooking your legs over his shoulder, thrusting his dick deeper into you. akaashi bends forward, a hand firmly gripping your face. "i want you to address me as 'sir' and nothing else, do i make myself clear?"

his low assertive tone so painfully attractive you clenched around him as he drills into you with vigor. akaashi chuckles, the low rumbles of his chest stimulating your perked nubs as it grazed against him with every thrust. "yeah, you like that? like it when i speak to you like this? ah, fuck you're so tight. you're pussy's practically choking my dick — look, fucking look, baby girl."

your head grazes his as you both watch his member disappear inside you, getting off at the lewd sight of the glistening sheen of your essence wrapped around his cock and the loud squelching noise it makes when he rams it into you again. you whimper, pulling akaashi down for a kiss as your ankles hook around his back, pulling him deeper as his pace quickens and his balls slap against your skin.

"see that? your pussy keeps sucking me back in. bet you're desperate for my cock, aren't you?" you never thought akaashi to be the type who's into talking dirty, you thought he was the gentle, vanilla type. but alcohol always brings around quite interesting things about a person after getting drunk. 

you cling onto him for dear life as his hand reaches down to draw figure eights against your puffy clit, eliciting the most feral of moans from you that could rival that of pornstars. "sir," you shudder. "please, sir. please."

"please what?" he grabs your lower back, pulling your torso up to hit an angle that makes you see stars. 

"please, let me cum! please."

akaashi clicks his tongue before raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "you didn't listen to me when i was the one begging, why should i listen to you?"

your hands wrap around his neck, sobbing against the crook of his neck by the sheer pleasure you felt. he can't understand your mindless babbling. all inside keiji's mind is the feel of your perked nipples grazing his chest and your plush walls wrapping around him so prettily. he never did it raw, having you as his first time doing it without a condom pushed him way over the edge than he wants to admit. 

"be-because — ah — i didn't —"

akaashi hauls you up into a sitting position, arms wrapped around you securely as you straddle him. he yanks you away from his neck, a tight grip wrapped around your throat as he stares straight into your eyes as he fucks up into you, feeling his balls slap against your skin. "what? cock's that good you can't even speak?"

he feels your hips stutter as you sob, tiny hands wrapped around his wrists. you didn't even try bouncing and meeting his thrusts anymore. "sir, please! s'too much! wanna cum —"

"then fucking work for it," he stils his hips. "fuck me back, baby girl. come on. you said you wanted to ride me, didn't you? bet this is what you've been thinking about for the whole night. that's the only thing my baby girl's capable of right? thinking 'bout my cock and nothing else? such a dumb little baby."

your legs quivered and shook as you obliged and pulled yourself half way up, before meeting him halfway and impaling yourself back down his cock. the first time you did it had both of you whining, akaashi quickly threading his hands through your hair to yank your face towards him. he wants to imprint this memory into his mind. to be able to merely shut his eyes and be transported back to the night you both were intoxicated and you let him use your cunt like a fleshlight. 

all sense of manners were thrown out the window as his ocean eyes memorized the way your eyes rolled back when he hits a sweet spot, the way your nose scrunches when the pleasure becomes overwhelming, the way the drool shamelessly trickles down the side of your lips as your tongue sticks out and he so badly wanted to spit but he didn't in fear of making you uncomfortable. everything. he wants to memorize everything. 

"just a little more, pretty girl. you can do it. together, okay? cum before me and you'll fucking regret it."

he grabs you closer, burying your face in his neck and planting his feet firm on the ground as he pistons his cock into you. it's not the heat of your body, or your pretty cries, or the lewd sound of skin slapping that made him cum. no. it was your sheer desperation and vulnerability as you bit his shoulders and yelled at the top of your lungs. 

"keiji!"

he pulled out at record speed and had made a mess on his torso but he was hardly able to register any of these. so fucked out and sated and content to have you sitting on his lap as he stares at your plain ceiling. he doesn't even realize you've dropped down to your knees and started lapping up the essence splayed on his torso until he felt the hot muscle of your tongue. "(y/n) —"

"what happened to baby girl?" you tease, a playful smile on your lips as you meet his eyes. "you were so into it, 'kaashi. you should've seen your face — well, i was… kinda into it too, anyway."

it took akaashi around three seconds for everything to finally sink in, to fully sober up and let the gears work in his head. the realization of what had gone down on your sofa, of the things he told you, brings about an embarrassment greater than anything he's ever felt in his entire life. suddenly, he's shoving you away from him and draping the discarded blanket around your naked form whilst politely looking away. then he quickly covers his soft dick with one of your throw pillows.

"oh, my god. i'm so sorry. this is a mistake — shit — i'm sorry! you see, i've liked you ever since and not as a friend and i swear i'm not the type to just —"

"keiji" you snap him out of it. "i like you too, okay? now don't go around saying it's a mistake or i'm going to throw you off the roof. do you want me to throw you off the roof? right. i don't think so. now, come on! get your sexy ass dressed, we're going somewhere."

"where... are we going?"

"i'm craving ice cream. so for our first date, buying ice cream at 2am!"

[nakachuchu]

Blueberry Cheesecake | Fushiguro Megumi

SYNOPSIS: You don’t know how to swim and he promises to teach you.

READER: female

WORDS: 1066

WRITTEN: 04/09/2021

NOTES: Thank you for requesting from my event! You don't know how to swim + "Eyes up here, baby."

Gojo, your friends, and you got a few vacation days at a resort in the countryside. They all had plans to go to the pool for one of the days, and when Megumi noticed how nervous you were, you revealed to him that you didn't know how to swim.

He didn't make fun of you. He simply looked at you and told you he would teach you.

You were embarrassed enough that you didn't know how to swim, but having to wear a swimsuit and feel so naked in front of Megumi made it worse.

Of course, the two of you had been dating for a while now, but it didn't mean you weren't self-conscious, especially with how pretty Kugisaki was in her two-piece while dunking Itadori in the water three lanes away from you.

Megumi held onto your hand as he let you into the shallow end. You had never gone near water because you never learned how to when you were younger and you developed a fear of swimming pools and the ocean since you would most likely drown.

"Megumi, this is embarrassing," you whined.

It was embarrassing for him as well. Even if you were wearing a one-piece swimsuit that barely showed anything, his imagination took care of it.

He was used to seeing you in your uniform every day or maybe your long pajama pants, but never a swimsuit.

"I promised to teach you," he said.

You pouted. "If I drown, will you save me?"

"I wouldn't let you drown in the first place."

You felt a bit better at his response and shivered when you finally got into the water. You were embarrassed, but not that nervous since the water in the shallow end didn't reach your nose.

"Can you float on your stomach?" he questioned. "Hold onto my hands and I'll guide you."

He held out his hands and you placed your hands in them, gripping them tightly when you floated onto your stomach.

"I'll start walking so kick your feet—not your legs—softly."

You nodded as he slowly walked backward, letting you kick your feet softly as he guided you through it.

"I'm going to let go," he said.

"Don't you dare."

"Y/N."

"I'll kill you, Megumi."

He sighed. "Trust me, Y/N. I'll keep my finger on you."

He forced you to let go of his hands but kept two fingers out so that your index fingers touched both of his index fingers.

You faltered in your movements, but he was quick to reach out and press on your stomach to make sure you didn't sink.

Your heart was beating quickly because of how scared and nervous you were, even though you were still in the shallow end.

Your eyes focused on his fingers and you were doing your best to breathe, but your breaths came out shaky.

"Hey," he called out.

You didn't answer him or look at him. You didn't even hear him. You were too focused on trying not to drown.

"Y/N," he said loudly.

He stopped walking backward, allowing you to stop. He carefully got you back into your feet before tilting your head up by placing a hand under your chin.

"Eyes up here, baby."

You snapped out of it once you heard 'baby' and blushed immediately, raising your head to look at him. Megumi seemed to be embarrassed as well because of the pink hue on his cheeks.

"You did good," he said.

You smiled softly. "You're lying to me."

"I'm not. I don't lie when it comes to you."

You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. He placed his hand on the back of your head as you pressed your cheek against his chest.

"You're cheesy today," you mumbled. "But I like it."

Suddenly, Itadori splashed you two with a wave of water. You and Megumi were soaked and stood there for a moment before slowly turning toward him.

You let go of Megumi as he ducked under the pool lane in the water to get over to Itadori, chasing after him to hit him on the head and dunk him in the water.

You smiled and climbed out of the shallow end to sit on one of the plastic beach chairs that had your towel in it.

"Y/N, mind getting my back?" Gojo questioned as he held out a tube of sunscreen.

"Sure, Sensei. Are you going to join them or are you going to go eat sweets again?" you asked as you squirted the sunscreen onto your hands and rubbed them onto his back.

"Maybe I'll drown Yuuji a bit before getting some shaved ice. You know, I saw they had blueberry cheesecake on their menu."

"Really?" you questioned, perking up immediately.

Blueberry cheesecake was your favorite dessert and you rarely had time to eat it because of missions.

"Thanks, Sensei. I'll make sure to get some. Have fun drowning Itadori," you said as he grinned at you and gave you a thumbs-up before running and cannon-balling into the pool.

You walked over to Megumi by the deep end and knelt. As soon as he noticed you, he swam over to you.

"I'm gonna get something to eat. Keep an eye on my stuff?" you asked.

He nodded and you smiled as a thanks before getting up to go order your blueberry cheesecake. Once you ordered, you got it immediately since they already made it.

You walked back to the chair and began to eat the cheesecake with a smile on your face.

Megumi climbed out of the pool when he noticed you were back, then sat on the chair next to you. You handed him a towel so he could dry off.

"Thanks," he said.

"Have fun?" you questioned, glancing over at Itadori flailing his arms around as Gojo chased him.

"Mhm."

You held out a forkful of the blueberry cheesecake to him and he ate it.

"It's good," he said.

You hummed as you fed him some more. When you noticed a crumb on the corner of his lips, you brushed it off with your thumb and licked it off. He opened his mouth for more and you fed him again.

He was comfortable enough with you to allow himself to be slightly babied by you, but mainly when it came to getting fed.

"Cute," you said.

"I'm not cute."

"Whatever you say."

[bjornthorsson20]

Give Us a Break!

Had this Rarry drabble unfinished for 2 months now, and finally, the inspiration hit to finish it yesterday. Hope y'all enjoy! ^^

Harry entered the kitchen to find Ron already leaning on the counter, munching on some toast. Even now, in his disheveled morning state, Harry thought he looked positively stunning, especially with the sun rays reflecting off his flaming red hair, making it shine even brighter.

Ron looked his way, grinning as soon as their eyes met, and made a gesture for Harry to come closer. Harry had to stop himself from biting his lip at how sexy just that little wag of his finger was. He walked up to Ron, keeping a good distance away from him, but Ron wasn't having it, as he tugged on Harry's sleeve to pull him in until their faces were mere inches apart. Harry involuntarily bunched Ron's shirt with his fist, his breathing already ragged due to their proximity.

As soon as Ron dipped his head, they heard footsteps coming in, alarming them both, and before Harry could jolt away quickly enough, Ron burped on his face, laughing afterward.

"What the fuck, Ron?! Fucking hell!" Harry bellowed, frantically waving his hand in front of his face.

"I told you not to get too close, Potter. Your mistake," Ron chuckled, but with a subtle wink his way, Harry understood why he did it.

"Er, am I interrupting something?" Hermione asked by the doorway, with an amused half-smile and one eyebrow raised.

“Not at all, no. Harry was just talking big for someone who was clearly unprepared to handle the Weasleys’ dirty tricks,” Ron laughed, having way too much fun watching Harry blush profusely from the embarrassment of almost getting caught by their best friend.

“Okay,” Hermione enunciated, barely holding in a chuckle as she grabbed a piece of toast, taking a bite of it. “I’ll be outside reading in the shade if you boys need me or wish to keep me company later.” As they nodded, she left the kitchen, leaving them alone once more.

“That was close,” Harry breathed a sigh of relief, messing his hair up with a shaky hand, the blush still present on his face.

“But not close enough,” Ron said in the deep voice he knew always made Harry’s knees weak, bringing him closer again. Harry’s hand landed flat on Ron’s chest and he could feel his heartbeat speed up, his own breath hitching as he took in the deep-blue desire in the ginger’s eyes. Their lips moved at the same time…

“Good morning! Nice to see you both already up!” bellowed the Weasley patriarch as he came in.

“Ron, you really are a messy eater,” Harry quickly said, swiping away nonexistent crumbs from Ron’s shirt, hoping Mr. Weasley would buy it, despite the nervous squeak in his voice.

“Mate, you’ve known me for how many years now? It’s not news at this point that I’m a pig when it comes to food. Oh hi, dad,” Ron greeted his dad nonchalantly, and Harry wondered how he managed to stay that calm in this kind of situation.

“Sorry, were you two in the middle of something?”

“Oh, no, Harry was just practicing his crumb swiping technique on me. Apparently, it’s a muggle thing boys our age do,” Ron smoothly lied, as Harry was trying very hard not to laugh, sure that Mr. Weasley would never buy such a-

“Oh! Fascinating! Remind me to pull Harry aside later to inquire more on that. I’ll be heading off to work now. Take care, you two!” And with that, he was off.

Harry blew out a huge breath, crying from laughter as he gasped out syllable for syllable, “I can’t believe he bought that!” Ron soon joined him on it, both of them clutching their stomachs from the hilarity of it all.

Finally, they both sighed, spent from their bout of mirth, wearing identical silly smiles and stepping closer to one another. Ron caressed Harry’s cheek lovingly, his trademarked lopsided grin showing up. “I guess we should just wait for tonight. You can hold on until then, right?” He chuckled as Harry nodded.

“What can wait for tonight, our dear Ickle Ronniekins?” The twins chorused in unison, popping out from seemingly nowhere, startling them both.

“Well, uh, Harry likes me to read this muggle fairytale to him before bed, helps him sleep better, but lately he has been asking me to read it to him during the day, and I just wanted us to come back to it being a bedtime story. Makes it more special.” By the end of this convoluted lie, the twins were already reduced to tears on the kitchen floor, laughing even harder than Harry and Ron before. By the time they managed to get up again, each one leaning on Ron’s shoulders for support, they were laughing right at a very red Harry’s face, trying to form coherent sentences, but being overpowered by the laughter. They eventually calmed down enough to taunt Harry with questions like “Do you need your special blanket to sleep well too?” or “What thumb do you sleep sucking on?”, before thanking Ron for the gold mine of jokes and promptly disapparating.

The silence hung between them, Ron doing his best to not laugh at the terrible attempt at an angry stare Harry was giving him. Eventually, with a twitch of his lips giving him away, he muttered, “You’re the fucking worst.”

Ron did laugh then, dipping his head with their noses almost touching, “I am. But you love me for it,” he said, before finally giving Harry a proper quick kiss.

As Ron broke the kiss, Harry was left with a smile, and, with his eyes still closed, let out a content sigh.

“I do.”

[dreamii-yume]

When you said しし (shishi) I thought about a piss kink... Mainly because I used to say 'shishi' instead of pee when I was younger

LOL I FORGOT TO ADD THE THIRD SHI—

ALSO— WHY does my brain work better ideas once there’s that one questionable kink in an ask (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾I don’t even know if this was a crumb idea or— aaaaa

Ruggie is just that skillful guy who knows a lot about what he’s doing, doesn’t matter what it is, he’ll learn and master it soon enough.

The act of distraction by talking about topics that he knew you would be interested in, that’s also a piece of cake. His voice and seemingly genuine interest in the conversation had you so lost that you didn’t even notice how constantly he kept pouring drinks in your cup. Just as you would finish a glass, he’d rile the conversation towards himself and muses as he saw your eyes sparkled, before you know it, there’s a new batch of drink in your cup once again. He had to stop himself from chuckling out loud every time you would cluelessly down one glass, excited of how this outcome can do for you. Soon enough though, you started reacting as the liquid you consume began building up inside you and visibly froze in your spot.

Ruggie glanced down to see you fidgeting with your thighs squishing against each other, that blush on your face made you look hot and cute at the same time. You were trying to find an opportunity to excuse yourself in the midst of Ruggie’s words, not wanting to seem rude to cut him off mid-sentence. Being the little shit that he is, he purposely prolonged his point of the conversation, observing how you were more focus on keeping your bladder in control rather than actually listening to him now. When he finally finished talking, you hastily stood up from your seat the moment he breaths in, giving him a shaky smile and excusing yourself to the toilet. It was so funny how you didn’t even wait for his answer and just dashed away, Ruggie wonders if you even know where the bathroom is here in Savanaclaw but he guessed that was the least of your worries at that point.

Of course, like the little lost bunny that you are, frantically searched without a plan with Ruggie just watching you from behind. You look like you’re on the verge of tears, closing your eyes from time to time as a way to control your shaking legs. He noticed how you purposely avoided asking for guidance, probably because you didn’t have enough willpower to stomach in the nervousness and your impatient bladder at the same time, but surprisingly, you went and tap a Savanaclaw dorm member’s shoulder for instructions. Now, this made Ruggie tensed up since being a Savanaclaw dorm member himself, he knew their responses would either be as aggressive as he’d imagine, or reasonably rational. Luckily, with your pitiful appearance alone, the Savanaclaw dorm member just instead back down and pointed to the designated bathroom you were looking for.

This made Ruggie sigh, relieved yet disappointed at the same time since his little enjoyment of watching you struggle like a new-born fawn is reaching its end. However, as he trails after your dashing figure, one little fun yet cruel idea came to mind and he isn’t quite sure whether to be disgusted with himself or to praise himself for it. But if he was going to commit in such morbid kind of enjoyment then might as well just partake in it to the fullest, right?

Reaching the toilets filled with different stalls, you found yourself sighing a breath of relief since no one seemed to be around, too distracted by the party going on outside. You walked over to one stall and open it, revealing a perfectly clean toilet and you almost saw it as your bright savior at that moment. However, once you were actually ready to step in inside, a hand snaked its way around your shoulder, startling half of your soul out of you. Your heart began beating so fast once again that you thought your bladder had given out from that shock.

“Hey there, (Y/N)~” His playful voice rang out and you immediately recognized him, the arm began wrapping itself around your neck this time, preventing you from moving away any further. “Fancy seeing you here~”

“R-Ruggie-senpai…” You whimpered out, tears on the side of your eyes as the sight of the toilet in front of you had only urged the temptation of your bladder to just burst. “P-Please let go, I-I need to-“

“Mm-hm! I know, why else would you be here then?” He said in a mocking way, yet is making no actual efforts to comply with what you requested. Instead, you squeaked as his other hand moved up your thigh, brushing his fingertips so gently to create goosebumps along the way. “I just…kinda want to help you out, y’know?”

“Eh!?” You widened your eyes, gasping as his hand reached your clothed flower and started rubbing against it.

“…Oh, you’re already a little wet down here…” Ruggie said, blinking as he rubbed circles around the wet patch of your underwear before smirking right back at you. ”I wonder if you just couldn’t hold yourself longer? You’re such a baby, aren’t you~?”

“N-No, I- Aah…!” You tried protesting and struggling out of his hold, yet he already has your head in an inescapable arm lock and resisting could more or less choke you. He slipped his hand inside, his cold hands making you squeak from a single touch and tried to close your thighs to deny access. “R-Ruggie-senpai…!”

You whined, but Ruggie only hummed in fascination as his fingers rubbed up and down your slit, gathering your slick juices. You tried struggling forward, but that only got you in a more awkward bending position, which oddly worked on his favor. You gasped a shaky breath as his fingers began experimenting on your folds, occasionally pulling on your labia apart and stimulating your insides. The pressure inside you increases and you could only widen your eyes at it, especially when one of his fingers had slipped inside of you as a test. “You’re soaking up, and reallyclenching down on my finger, (Y/N)…Can’t take it anymore?”

You began to sob, mostly out of embarrassment as your nails dug on his arm around your neck, airy moans unconsciously coming out of your mouth as he began to pump in and out of you. You tried your hardest not to burst at that moment, too ashamed to do it in a position and place like this when there was a ready-to-use toilet in front of you, but it was getting more and more difficult at every second. But try as you may though, you couldn’t really control some small streaks of urine to come out of you, especially as he added another finger in. With thrusts that was getting faster and deeper, teasing your bladder out of its constricted binds to just let every dirty liquid you have to just flow in a messy impact. You heard Ruggie chuckling from behind your ears, likely really enjoying his little play and how it was affecting you.

Then, as the cold surface of his thumb came in contact with your sensitive clit, that’s when the last bit of your persistence suddenly crumbles away. Your voice cracked at how sudden the action was and your walls close in on his fingers the tightest it ever had. “Aah!” You exclaimed as a little rub on your nub was all it took for you to break down just like that.

In the midst of his brutal finger-fucking, a surge of liquid came bursting out of you, the relief of your bladder finally being released from the insane pressure had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Streaks of yellowish liquid trailed down your thighs and stained your panties in an instant, squirting out messily on the floor as your legs shook. “Ah, there it goes!” Ruggie exclaimed but still lodged his fingers deep inside of you, as if curious to see how it flows out like this. It took a good five seconds for you to calm down on your high, there was so many emotions that came out of you; The relief, the pleasure, and soon, the humiliation, but most notably, the sudden exhaustion.

“Alright~ That’s a job well-done, (Y/N)~” Ruggie praised as he adjusted his hold on you as your legs were practically dying at this point. He pulled his fingers out that made you flinch and groan at the same time, and the next thing you knew, you were being hoisted up to the toilet. Sitting there listlessly, you finally saw your Hyena senior grinning smugly at you from ear to ear as if feigning innocence with that signature laugh of his. He looked down at your soaked panties and breath out. “Well, I can’t just leave you here like this, so be a good girl and wait for me inside this stall, okay?”

You groaned in response, not knowing what to actually say or even having enough energy to say anything at all. However, you squeaked as you noticed Ruggie was slowly slipping your ruined underwear off your legs and panicked. “You probably don’t need this anymore, right? I’ll bring you something else to wear so, just sit here and be pretty little thing that you are like always.” He said as he stood up, casually waving your panties around, causing more heat to spread in your face.

Of course, Ruggie noticed such thing and just grinned at your reaction, it’s really fun to mess with you like this. He stepped out of the stall and as he was about to close the door, he stopped and gave you one last look. “Oh, by the way-“ He called out, showing your piss-stained panties tangled on his fingers once again before chuckling. “This counts as a gift, right? Thanks, (Y/N)~”

Then, he finally closes the door, leaving you to contemplate on what the hell just happened.

Now I just need Jack to complete the “Helping-Darling-Pee” series and the Savanaclaw Watersports™ Event would be completed- Seriously, HOW did I end up doing this lol Yume's not even an extreme piss kink fan wtf ─=≡Σ((( つ＞＜)つ Happy fckin Birthday, Ruggie lol

[misora-msby]

night drive

rating : mature

word count : 1.9k

themes : fluff, fwb, mutual pining, implied sex, drug use (alcohol and marijuana)

notes : originally from my ao3, thought i might post it here as well :) // you can kinda imagine this is an au where atsumu’s not doing volleyball in college because this dude would definitely take care of his body better than this as an athlete lmfao

miya 🤢 : “im driving over rn. be ready in 10?”

You grimaced slightly. Atsumu always did this; he’d text late at night, insisting to meet up without giving you much of a choice.

“bitch it’s so late and i literally just finished my assignment gimme a break”

Your reply was read and within a few seconds you received a reply;

miya 🤢 : “Sorry! I’m driving right now and will reply later.”

An annoyed groan escaped you at the use of the automatic reply function. You knew he definitely read the message. It was just like Tsumu to do this.

Throwing on a light cardigan and applying a bit of lip gloss, you grabbed your phone and a little tin box you always brought along on your drives with Atsumu. After stuffing them into the pockets of your sweatpants, you double checked your appearance in the full length mirror by the door. A spray of perfume was used and you slipped on a comfy pair of sneakers before exiting the flat to wait at the entrance of the building.

As promised, Atsumu arrived and you got into the passenger seat of the car. It was a little messy and you had to dust off some crumbs on the seat but it smelt just of him and the cologne he loved to use.

“You gotta stop doing this. Especially the impromptu texting.” you muttered, leaning back in the seat as he began driving.

“But ya always agree to it anyways. And as promised, I never do it on a Tuesday, Friday, or Sunday night, just like ya asked.” he hummed while giving the smirk you hated but loved. And as much as you hated to agree, he was right.

Six months ago, you two had been set up on a blind date with each other by some friends. Miya Atsumu, known as a notorious flirt all his life, and you, a regular student just looking for a change in life. The date itself didn’t go too well but the sex that followed was incredible and so you two had continued with this agreement for the past half year.

And here you were now; on a drive to someplace out of town, a packet of cigarettes to share in the cupholder while the little tin in your pocket contained something a little stronger to smoke. And not to forget the cooler in the backseat which most likely contained at least two bottles of beer.

“Fine… you’re right.” you sighed, crossing your arms as you kept your eyes on the road to try and guess where you two were driving.

“Hey, doll. Light me a cig, would ya?” Atsumu asked. As always, you pulled out the stick of tobacco from the packet and lit it before passing it to him. He took a long draw on it before rolling down the window to breathe it out.

“I don’t get how you’re still so fuckin’ handsome after all the ciggies and drinks you take.” you muttered while taking the cigarette from his hand to have your own draw of it.

“Same goes to you, doll.”

“... T-Thanks.” you muttered while reaching back to grab a beer from his cooler.

Neither of you saw it but there may have been the slightest flush on both of your cheeks.

After that, the drive was silent for half an hour, save for the soft R&B that played and the occasional humming from Atsumu. It was always like this, and somehow the two of you had grown to like it. As much as you complained over and over about it, you enjoyed it. Enjoyed the thrill, the sex, the debauchery, and strangely, the company.

“This place looks good.” his smooth voice hummed while turning into a forest. It was dark and a little scary with how cramped it felt with the towering trees, but your pride refused to let him know that. Plus, you knew you wouldn’t be thinking about it for much longer. He parked his car in a decent spot and unfastened his seatbelt before turning to face you who was just a little drowsy from the beer you had. “There’s a real pretty place I wanna go in there. But first…” Atsumu’s eyes looked darker than ever as he placed a hand on your thigh.

No words had to be said before lips were locked and soft moans were pulled from your lips. It only took a few more seconds before you were both scrambling into the backseat, with him pushing you down onto your back as he grinded his strong hips into your more delicate self. The kiss ensued, though at this point it was hard to call it a kiss as it seemed more like a battle between lips. He groaned softly as he felt your fingers entangle themselves in his blond locks.

The two of you pulled away for a second to gaze into each other’s eyes, dark with lust and passion.

“You taste like beer,” he chuckled while wiping off a little bit of saliva from the corner of your lips with his thumb. His touch was strangely soft, contrasting the way he had kissed you just seconds before.

“Yeah? You taste like nicotine.” you replied with a slight grin on your face. He replicated that smile, a rare sight from him, before resuming your kiss.

* ･ ゜ﾟ ･ * : . ｡ . . ｡ . : * • * : . ｡ . . ｡ . : * ･ ゜ﾟ ･ *

“Think you can walk over to that place I was talkin’ ‘bout?” Atsumu asked while pulling his sweatpants back up.

“Hmm… I don’t know, you were pretty rough tonight. You might have to carry me,” you laughed while putting your own clothes back on.

The man rolled his eyes, though there was the slightest hint of endearing in them as he took the blunt you had half finished smoking earlier and lit it himself, leaning back in the seat a bit. 

As he did so, he glanced over at you - hair messy and strands stuck to your brow from the sweat, your clothes were in a disarray, and marks he had left on your skin covered your neck and collarbones. It gave him a weird feeling to look upon you, like a sort of strange pride. Whether it was because he had given you that messy look, or because he was just proud of you in general, he didn’t know.

“No way, I’m tired too,” Atsumu scoffed and redirected his gaze out of the open window for a second before looking at you. His eyes softened slightly at the pout on your lips before he sighed, “Fine, I’ll do it. Help carry the drinks.”

He opened the door and carefully carried you out in a princess carry before kicking the door shut and beginning to walk. His steps were a little uneven and shaky as he was just slightly intoxicated.

As he carried you, you looked up at him, eyes tracing his sharp jawline and his blond hair. There were bags under his eyes and the scent of sex and everything you two were consuming today mixed into the cologne he wore with his natural scent. Somehow, it was still attractive.

“You’re hot.” The words left you in a whisper without you even realising it. Atsumu looked down and nearly stopped walking for a moment before laughing as he continued to walk.

“You’ve got the weirdest fuckin’ timing. But yeah, I know that.” he replied before setting you down a little later.

“Where are we?” you raised a brow at him, still holding onto his arm.

“Just take a look, would ya?”

Tearing away your gaze from his handsome self to look at the sight before you, you gasped softly.

You stood near the edge of a cliff, just beyond the fence-like barrier, there were paddy fields and the occasional farmhouse providing a small source of light. It was a pretty normal sight, but upon closer inspection, you could see the reflection of the night’s stars in the water of the fields. The twinkling stars shone in pitch blackness, undeterred by the city lights you were used to. The moon looked brighter than ever too. A cool wind blew past your face, refreshing it after the stuffy feeling of having sex in Atsumu’s backseat, carrying the faint scent of spring on it.

“You know, I think being here would feel so much better if I didn’t have your cum in me.”

“Shut the fuck up and enjoy it. You asked for it anyways.”

Atsumu flicked your forehead lightly before pulling you closer to the edge and sitting down on a log, looking out over the fields and up at the sparkling sky.

“Happy 6 months.”

“Tsumu, I don’t think anyone celebrates a fuckbuddy anniversary.”

“Eh, whatever. Fuck and drink buddy.”

“...well uh, happy anniversary!”

“Happy anniversary, doll.”

The two of you looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, slightly dazed expressions on your faces before breaking out into giggles.

“Oh! Right!” you passed him a bottle of beer and opened your own with a spare coin in your pocket. “Cheers!” you clinked your bottle against his before drinking about a third of it.

“Cheers.” Atsumu replied and took his own large gulp of the drink.

You leaned against him the moment he moved the bottle away from his lips. His muscular arm, strengthened by years of playing volleyball made him rather comfortable to lean against. You hummed an unfamiliar tune before sighing in content.

Atsumu looked down at you resting against him. He could get used to this. He realised that lately he had been opting to stay the night after the fun you had together. Whether the time contained pillowtalk or it was just falling asleep in silence, he enjoyed it. Atsumu enjoyed being around you.

You enjoyed it too. People often claimed the blond was an ass but you knew better. There were nights when after you two had sex, the worries of the day or week would catch up to you and you’d end up crying to him. It was awkward at first but he slowly got used to it and eventually would comfort you with food he ordered or a few words of encouragement. (“Yeah it’s that bitch’s fault, go fuck her up.” was probably the most commonly said thing). As the nights passed, you found yourself wanting to spend more and more time with him.

“Hey… the sun’s coming up.” Atsumu said, making you finally look up from your silence. You hadn’t even realised you had fallen asleep on him for a bit. 

As you narrowed your eyes and looked over the fields and fields of crops, you noticed he was right. The first rays of sunlight could be seen peeking over the landscape, bringing light to the sky.

“Woah… it’s pretty.” you whispered in awe.

Atsumu looked over and studied your features for a few seconds. The way your eyes sparkled and was lit by the early morning sunshine, the way your hair bounced just a little as the wind blew, and the way your feet tapped quietly on the dirt in tired excitement. He didn’t want to admit it but he realised he might’ve been falling for you for a while now.

“Thanks for bringing me here. I love it.” you grinned up at him. At the man who you hadn’t realised you had fallen for weeks ago.

“Yeah,” he replied, and in a voice just barely audible to the two of you, he whispered, “and I love you.”

This moment seemed like a perfect time to properly ask you to be his, but he figured he would just let you two enjoy it in silence for a little longer.

[quickspinner]

Hi, Miss Quickspiner, umm please "you’re good enough" whit Lukanette? I think Lu need hear that so badly. Also I really love all yours art, you are amazing 💙

Thank you so much 😊I continued from this one, hope that’s okay.

When Marinette woke, she was alone, but it didn’t scare her. She was comfortable and more relaxed than she’d been in a long time, and the gentle rock of the Liberty along with Luka’s god awful wallpaper a few inches from her nose were more than enough to ground her as she clawed her way up from sleep. Music was playing from a speaker somewhere, which wasn’t surprising, but the song playing was. Not the usual Couffaine style. Her curiosity gave her enough energy to sit up, drag herself off the bed, and open the door of Luka’s room. 

“The only way to live now is to know you’re gonna fly, don’t listen to the lying liars and there lies,” Luka’s voice rang out, and Marinette followed it to the main room. Marinette covered her hand to keep in her laughter when she saw Luka behind the galley counter, dancing in place as he put together two plates of snacks. Tikki sat on the counter beside him, munching on a cookie. Based on the crumbs on the counter, it wasn’t her first one. She smiled as best she could with her puffy cheeks and waved to Marinette. 

“I know she’s superwoman, I know she’s strong,” Luka sang, “I know she’s got this because she’s had it all along. She’s phenomenal, and she’s enough…” 

Marinette couldn’t stop the giggles anymore when she heard the way he altered the lyrics, and he stopped singing as he looked up. 

“Hey,” he smiled, not the least bit embarrassed that she could. “Feeling a little more rested?”

She nodded. She did, actually. Rested and...lighter. “Much, thank you.” She tilted her head slightly, indicating the music. “Really?” she grinned.

Luka shrugged. “I maybe needed to process a little, and well, if the song fits, it fits.” He winked at her. “We don’t music shame in this house. Probably listened to it a dozen times in the last hour.” He reached over and tapped something on his phone, restarting the song, and then held out his hands to her. When she took them, he pulled her in to dance with him, swinging their hands between them. “I might write a Kitty Section cover. I bet Rose would love it. Maybe we could convince Juleka to make it a duet. They’d be amazing.” 

“Rose would love it,” Marinette grinned, moving with him. Gosh, when was the last time she danced, just for fun? Was it really Clara’s video? “And that would be amazing, the two of them together. Although I like your version too.”

Luka grinned. “I know you’re superwoman,” he sang, as Marinette laughed. “I know you’re strong. I know you’ve got this cause you’ve had it all along. You’re phenomenal, and you’re enough. I don’t need to tell you who to be—” He cut off with a slight oof as Marinette threw herself into him and hugged him tight. 

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Oh, Marinette,” Luka sighed, slipping his arms out from where she’d pinned them and wrapping them around her. “I only wish I could do more. You’ve got so much piled on you.” He hesitated slightly. “Tikki and I have been talking, and we had some thoughts, if you want to hear them. It’s...it’s not much,” he admitted, blowing out a sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair. “When I think about it it seems like practically nothing at all. I wish—” He broke off and looked away. 

Marinette leaned back a little, and took his face in her hands so she could make him look at her. “Luka. Even before you knew, nobody has done more for me than you. You’ve always let me just be whatever I needed to be, and that’s been so important to me. Now, just...just knowing that you know...that you see me…it’s enough. I feel so much better already.” She stroked his cheeks with her thumbs, not quite able to look in his eyes, afraid that what she might see there would overwhelm her. “I don’t need you to be a hero or fix everything or come up with all the answers. You’re good enough, Luka, just like this.”

Luka let out a shaky breath, and then wound his arms around her, pulling her close, cradling one hand behind her head to guide it to his shoulder. 

“Unbroken and still beautiful,” he sang softly with the end of the song, and Marinette snuggled closer, holding him tight.

In a few minutes, they’d have to let go, and they would have to have that talk, and then she would have to leave, to go back to the lies and the secrets that she lived every day. 

But Luka would still know. And for now, that really was enough.  

So the song here is Kelly Clarkson, Broken and Beautiful, which I’ve probably heard a million times but only really listened to just recently. Of course I went looking for covers, because I love covers, and I didn’t find many, but I did enjoy this one and I keep imagining Rose and Juleka doing it this way together. (not really sure about the whole singing while driving while filming a video thing, but nobody died, so we’ll just ignore that) 

[evelyn-tries-her-best]

I Should Have Written This Down

Title: I Should Have Written This Down

A Chris Evans x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Babysitting your niece and nephew turns into a moment of realization for the both of you.

Warnings: Fluff, crying but the good kind.

A/N: Hahahe she says she’ll post soon and doesn't post for over a month ok I GET it! im terrible at this so far! I didn't even finish the fic I was gonna post last year but here we are. This idea came to me while I was at work and I wrote most of it at work but it was bad, so here it is. Have fun! Let me know what you think. Try not to send me anon hate but I won't blame you if you do.

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Your older sister was out of town for the weekend for her wedding anniversary, so that tasked you with taking care of her kids. You immediately agreed because you loved spending time with them. You did not know how she did it, but she raised both of her kiddos to be absolute angels. Caleb was only 6 years old and he showed more respect and restraint than some adults you know; Naomi was almost a year old but she hardly ever cried or fussed. You loved them dearly. The four of you had had a full day and made it home just in time to make dinner. You and Caleb tasked yourselves to make chicken alfredo while Chris volunteered to put Naomi to bed. 

“Are you sure? I can take her if you want.” You asked Chris, who you loved very much but you knew he didn’t have much experience when it comes to babies.

“It’s ok babe, I got her. Now, Caleb, make sure Auntie Y/N doesn’t make a mess!” He said to the little boy who giggled in response, and with that he left the kitchen. So you and Caleb began to prepare the meal. It took twice as long because you wanted him to learn a lot and to do everything correctly. And as much as you made sure he couldn’t make a mess, the child somehow managed to spill bread crumbs all over the counter and onto the floor. A gasp came out of the both of you, followed by your giggles.

“Little boy?! What did you do?” You asked the worried boy. 

“I’m sorry Auntie Y/N! It was an accident, I promise! I was trying to wash my hands and it was an accident!,” stammered the child, on the verge of tears. You smiled and embraced the boy, rubbing his back while you whispered words of comfort.

“I know baby, you just have to make sure you’re careful in the kitchen ok? It can be a dangerous place in here. Can you put all of the breadcrumbs on the floor with a paper towel, I’m sure Dodger would love it! I’m almost done ok?” you assured him. You set the table and plated everything before you went to check the baby camera. There you see Chris sitting in the rocking chair with Naomi in his arms, who was undoubtedly asleep. While he held her, he caressed her little face with his fingers, going over all of her features. And while you stood there, monitor in hand, images of your future begin to flood your mind. 

You’ve been with Chris for a bit over two years, and you’ve talked about children and marriage so you know he’s in it for the long run. You begin to think about kids of your own, and what raising kids alongside the love of your life could be like. The thought alone filled you with excitement. Your mom always did say that if you wait until the right time to have a child, you’ll end up waiting your whole life. You were both in a good place in your careers, a kid right now wouldn’t be a bad idea, huh? 

Caleb snapped you out of your daydream by asking if he could eat now. You told him to go ahead, you were just going to get Chris so he could join them. Quietly entering the nursery, you nodded at him to let him know dinner is ready. He slowly got up and very carefully set Naomi down into her crib. You creeped up behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso, sighing into his back while both of you stared at the calm face of your niece. You gave him a small squeeze.

“Come on, food’s ready. Make sure the mic is on,” you softly said, while walking towards the door. He lingered by the crib for a moment before following behind you, small breathes escaping him. 

The two of you ate your dinner with the chatty 6 year old for nearly an hour before Naomi began to fuss. You heard the small cries coming from the baby monitor and began to clean up the table, assuring the boys that you had it handled and to please clean up when they finished eating. You prepared a warm bottle for her and picked her up. Cooing and whispering at her, you sat down in the same rocking chair Chris was in and began to feed her. While she drank, your mind began to wander and filling with possibilities again. This time interrupted by Chris who walked into the room right as Naomi was finishing her bottle.

“Hey, how did you like dinner?” you asked. 

“Dinner was great, thank you. Caleb was telling me that he helped you with the chicken?” 

“Yes. Yes he did, did you see the mess he made on the floor?” you both laughed.

“Ha, yeah Dodger was having a blast cleaning up Caleb’s mess,” he chuckled out. He slowly began to crouch next to you, instinctively wiping Naomi’s face. 

“She’s so small,” you whisper “it makes you think.”

“About what?”

“Us, our future.” you waited for his reply. A small silence hung in the air.

“I-It does,” he let out a shaky breath “Listen, I've been meaning to talk to you. Privately.”

“Yeah, me t-too.” You put a burp cloth over your shoulder and began to pat Naomi's back rhythmically. You inhaled, reading yourself to disclose your secret but he cut you off with

“I love you. Babe, I love you so much. I love you more than anything I could have ever imagined I could love. I love your laughs, all 12 of them, I love your face, I love your silliness and I love your boobs and I - I should have written this down.”

You began to tear up, and let a small giggle escape your mouth. He sighed, looking down before continuing.

“Y/N, I love your brain and how good you are with me. And how good you are with these kids. Good god, I see you with them, and it’s like you’ve been doing this your whole life, and it’s not even just you with the kids, it’s you with everything you do. How you seem to bring so much light and warmth everywhere you go. And how much love you have in your heart, there is so much love inside you, and I am so blessed and fortunate that I am one of the things that you love. And believe me Y/N I love you.”

He was rambling, you were shaking. 

“And yes, I 100% should have written this down, but you get my point. But in case you didn’t. Y/F/N Y/L/N. I love you with everything I am made of, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he was already kneeling so all he did was reach into his back pocket for the small box and open it to show you the beautiful vintage ring. You hadn’t realized how long you had been holding your breath but Naomi’s little burp brought you back to life. The roar in your ears was so loud, and you stood up to put her in her crib, sitting her up and surrounding her with toys. You turned to face Chris, who was still kneeling and now with a slightly surprised expression on his face, and you knelt in front of him. You grab his cheeks and stare into his blue eyes, slightly shaking, trying to regain your breath.

“Ask.”

“What?”

“You have to ask, you didn’t ask.”

“Oh shit yeah. My love, will you marry me?” A shaking laugh escapes the both of you, as do the tears.

“Yes. Yes! A million times yes!” You both smiled. Then cried. And laughed. He fumbled putting the ring on your finger. You held each other’s hand, just smiling at each other. You kissed him, trying to tell him how much you love him without words. You kept laughing into each others lips. 

“Uncle Chris? Are you done now? I want ice cream.” You turned to look at Caleb who was giving Chris his best pleading eyes, which only fueled your laughter. 

“Oh gosh Caleb really? Fine! Fine, you know what? Thank you, for waiting that long, that was perfect,” he gave him a thumbs up, “now go back to the kitchen, we’ll be right there big guy.” The young boy walked right back out, running towards the kitchen. 

“Wait, Y/N, you wanted to say something too.”

“Yes but it can wait, I really want ice cream too.” you explained while you tried to stand, but Chris pulled you back down.

“No, babe, tell me.” he whined, pulling a chuckle from you. You held his face, smiling like a love-struck fool, and took a deep inhale. Looking around the room, you kept shaking your head.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I definitely should have written mine down too. It was going to go something like ‘I love you’, ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with you’, ‘Marriage isn’t something I absolutely need’,” the last statement pulled a look of confusion onto Chris’ face, “Chris, baby. I really want you to know that I was in no hurry to get married, and I know it sounds bad because you just proposed. But I know how it could look. To everyone else, I mean. Because I am pregnant.”

He froze. His eyes bulged out of his head, and he stopped breathing. You just kept smiling, holding his cheeks and giving them a small squeeze to help him come to. It didn’t work, you could see his eyes had sort of glossed over, and he was still frozen.

“But then you went and proposed which completely upstag-” he cut you off with a kiss, pressing his body into yours, wrapping you with his arms, and knocking you off balance. You both fell back, intertwined in each other. You kissed him and he kissed you while you clung to each other, passionately and obviously in love. He finally stopped, and wiped your tears, and laughed. He gave you one quick kiss, before helping you up. You both couldn’t stop giggling, or holding your stomach, or glancing at the ring. 

“I love you Chris.”

“I love you Y/N” He kept giving you quick kisses and small stomach rubs followed by more kisses, it was like you were caught in a loop that neither of you wanted to escape. But a loud crash from the kitchen brought you both back to reality. Quick little steps echoed through the hall into the nursery where you and Chris stood.

“It was an accident I promise! I was trying to get the sprinkles down, but I’m ok! Dodger just has a lot of sprinkles on him now.” a small giggle escaped the little boy while he explained how he dropped the container of sprinkles in the kitchen, before the room erupted in laughter.

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The Mandalorians - Season 2 Chapter 1

If you have not read my Season 1 of my Mandalorian fanfic I would highly recommend that first, would love to hear feedback! I do not own these characters, just having fun!

Season 1 Chapter 1 https://entering-mymind.tumblr.com/post/190778426753/the-mandalorians

Osa’s “Date of Existence” should have been special, celebrated until the night’s end, but instead other matters had to be addressed and questions would be finally answered.

Din entered the coordinates into the Crest while Osa navigated the route making sure their jump to lightspeed would have no interferences, plus she was always on the look out for any possible tails.

Osa gave the clear as the Crest made the jump heading to the planet Din believed he would never return to, let alone bring Osa back to; Tolarian.

Their journey didn’t take long and as they came out of hyperspace right directly in front of them was a large, grey planet that seemed dormant and vacant of all life. There was no operator coming over the Crest’s comms in order to guide them to a hanger. Actually there was no spaceport to harbor arriving ships because the planet had been owned by the Empire who kept the planet off astrological charts. Only certain scum and villainy knew about the planet and what it was truly meant for, Tolarian was used for something more as Din found that out years ago.

He let the Crest hover for a moment glaring back at Osa waiting for her approval. With a nervous breath Osa nodded her head giving her father the go ahead. Causally Din flew the ship to the approximate coordinates he could remember Anara giving him fifteen years prior, but the journey wasn’t smooth like before.

The atmosphere had gotten thicker, creating no clear visual with their decent while the ship’s consoles (which would guide them) began malfunctioning.

“My screen went black Papi,” Osa informed in a panic.

Din hoped he could somehow reboot the Crests system, but nothing seemed to be working because of so much interference, “Hold on, we’re flying in blind.”

Din kept his hands firmly on the wheel focusing with all his might when the child started making gibberish noises trying to get anyone’s attention. Osa realized her father needed full concentration so she picked the little one up when the two telepathically connected.

Instantly Osa understood what the child was trying to say, since he couldn’t convey words himself, as she became his voice. Like a shock to her system Osa could see what he saw and immediately yelled at her father, “Pull up, now!”

Never doubting her judgment Din complied and diverted from colliding into a mountain.

“Fly straight,” Osa instructed as the thick smog wasn’t clearing up the further they descended, “Veer to the left and make a hard dive downwards,” it was as if Osa could see where the Crest was heading, she just had to guide her father, “There,” she pointed when a dismal city was finally in view.

Memories from the past crept their way forward within Din’s mind but nothing appeared the same. Din put the Crest down just on the outskirts of what was left of the city. Buildings had been demolished, there was no sign of any life forms while an eerie sound of stillness filtered through the air.

Din attempted to get the controls working again but something was preventing the function. Giving up he powered down the Crest and instructed Osa to gear up. The three made their way to the lower deck where Din checked his weapons because a Mandalorian always anticipated a battle, when Osa strapped the child onto her back in the new harness she constructed.

Satisfied with all the artillery he was packing, Din lowered the platform but his daughter wasn’t by his side. He glared back seeing the stunned little girl he thought he helped break through. Without thought Din ran to her hoping she wasn’t about to have an episode but she was more frozen by terror.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Osa honestly said.

“You don’t have to, I can go and find out what I can,” he encouraged.

“I’m not living up to the Mandalorian title very well,” she said lowering her head.

“Osa, everyone embodies the role in their own way, there is no set path because you mold it on how it fits you,” Din declared, “Fear only exists if we allow it, but you have every right to be frightened. I tried to take those nightmares away, envelop you with compassion, but I can only do so much Osa, it is up to you to conquer those fears,” Din placed his hands on her shoulders when she peered up and the two glared at one another through their visors.

“Thank you Papi, you are my strength,” Osa said in honesty.

“And you are my everything, Mi Pequeno,” he replied grazing the side of her helmet with his thumb, “Ready to tackle this together?” Din held out his hand and without hesitation Osa took it.

“With you, we can achieve anything,” when the three made their way out of the Crest to uncover more then what they bargained for.

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The air felt thick, while the grey fog kept visibility hindered. Din and Osa stayed close attempting to use their heat sensor setting within their helmet to help lead the way, but everything had gone cold on the planet.

“Where do we even start?” Osa questioned.

“At the building where you were given to me,” Din informed trying to remember his exact route from before but nothing was the same, “Can you sense anything?” Din looked to Osa for guidance.

“I’m trying not to,” she honestly said.

“Fair enough,” he ventured deep into his subconscious trying to resurface any familiar surroundings.

Din decided to head inwards hoping for anything to jump out at him when something finally did. The insignia of the Rebels was painted on a crumbled wall, if the Rebels were here then they would have focused on taking down the laboratory Osa had been kept in.

In hope Din followed the debris and low and behold he was back in the same alley he had waited down fifteen years ago, but it was more of an open walkway now due to the surrounding buildings being destroyed.

“Stay close,” Din said out of habit.

“Wasn’t planning on venturing off,” Osa stated with a shaky voice.

The hole Anara blew open seemed to have been repaired because new destruction carved itself into the bricks. They walked through the newly developed entrance and carefully walked over uneven terrain due to debris covering the actual surface.

Upon entry the room was dark, only the dim natural lighting filtered through the cracks of the structure, painting unique streaks on the cold surfaces. Din and Osa ventured further when suddenly Din heard a soft whimper come from his daughter. He turned and saw her hunched over, hands on her knees, concentrating not to give in. The child cooed in sorrow like it was experiencing his own nightmares.

“Hey,” Din rushed to them, “Look at me, hear me Mi Pequeno,” he hoped he was reaching her while he stroked the child’s quivering ear.

“I’m okay Papi, we’re okay, it’s just the way the energy given off from this place, how I can see past events play out in this very room,” she tried to explain.

“You don’t have to put yourself through this, you have nothing to prove,” Din reassured her, “I took you away before.”

“No, there are answers here,” Osa glared past her father and pointed, “There.”

They walked over to a circular console with a hologram viewer directly in the center so any viewer could have a gander.

“Let’s hope this still functions,” Din said noticing the partial destruction to the unit.

He began flicking and pushing buttons, performing the standard protocol with any computer unit, the tricky part would be how to navigate the system and hope it wasn’t encrypted or erased, but to his surprise there appeared to be no tampering with. It seemed everyone associated with this building just abandoned it when the Rebels arrived.

Unsure on where to start Din began opening any file and following the bread crumbs of clues, in the mits of his search he opened a folder when several images of all different species of children came up on the screen, but over the image (typed in bold red letters) was one word: Failed. A sudden wave of emotion inflicted Osa knowing these children’s outcomes.

“Why? Why did they have to die and I didn’t?” Osa questioned.

“Don’t do this, you are entitled to your life, you cannot have survivors guilt. I could be doing the exact same by the loss of members from our covert, instead we must honor the fallen, live on so then they live on as well. These children’s stories will be eternal because of your survival because of his survival,” Din pointed to the child, “You have every right to be alive Osa.”

All she could do was nod her head in agreement while staying quiet, memorizing her fellow captives faces. Quickly Din began searching in other files when he stumbled upon one titled “Priority” but had only vague information. A headshot came up of a green creature while a list displayed itself of speculated facts accompanied by video clips of the individual in action.

“Papi that looks like,” Osa started.

“I know,” Din replied looking at the child.

“But older, who is this Yoda?” Osa questioned when she began reading, out loud, the file’s contents, “Name: Yoda, could be a first or last name. Gender: Male. Status: Jedi Master. Is Jedi another term for the ancient sorcerers the older Mandalorians compared me to?” Osa asked her father.

“I assume so,” Din replied remembering the Armorer using this terminology.

“Species: Unknown. Ya da ya da ya da, ugh this information is useless,” Osa was becoming frustrated believing all of her answers would be awaiting her in a nice package, “Why is there hardly anything on this Yoda?” Osa clicked on some of the footage showcasing the Jedi Master’s skills with a lightsaber when the child became excited.

“Do you think the little one recognizes him?” Din questioned.

“No, he thinks that’s him on the screen, wait,” Osa pondered, “Could it be?”

“What?”

“This footage was taken during the Clone Wars, could he be Yoda?” Osa pointed to the child who seemed to be mesmerized by the green figure who looked just like him but older.

“How?” Din asked hoping his daughter would indulge him.

“Wasn’t that the whole reason of the Clone Wars, was for cloning, what if he is a clone of Yoda? We have been to all areas of the galaxy and this is the second time in my life where I have seen his kind. What if his species was going extinct, why lose that kind of power?”

“Or someone else wanted that power,” Din began searching through other files when one called “Yaddle” surfaced but there was nothing in the file except for the word “Deceased.” Din continued on when he came across one about life expectancy, “It seems this little one can live for a very long time, about 800 years give or take,” Din read, “And has the highest midichlorian count among any Jedi, but most important can live on through the Force.”

“The Force? What’s that?”

“I can only assume it is a reference for your abilities,” Din speculated when he clicked on another file showcasing a dozen children with Osa in the mix.

“Hey that’s me, where are you?” she asked.

“In a file called Midichlorian Infusion,” Din clicked on Osa’s image when her file appeared.

“Name: Test Subject 25. Parents: Donors – Anara Xcee (part Changeling) partnered with Silent D (warrior),” Osa stopped reading due to a small chuckle she heard escape from her father, “What’s so funny, that you were put down as a warrior?” Osa laughed to herself.

“No, the silent D, Anara always goofed with me when we were teenagers about my last name. She said ‘what is the purpose of the D being there if it isn’t going to get pronounced in Djarin?’ Hence forth she would call me silent D,” Din reminisced.

“Oh you crazy teenagers,” Osa loved making her father squeamish and he only displayed it when talking about her mother.

Din quickly went back to over looking his daughter’s file when nothing appeared to be helping.

“Inquisitorius Program, what do you think that meant?” Osa pointed out on her file for future occupation, but Din kept quiet only hearing rumors about a select group who were governed to Lord Vader, “We’re getting no where,” Osa complained when Din looked closer.

“Not entirely,” he hovered over Subject 25 infused by Test subject “Y.” Hesitant Din clicked and was brought to several videos and a very small file about the child. Osa’s focus was so intent she didn’t even see her father delete the footage.

“Hey, what are you doing there could be valuable information,” Osa shrieked hungry for any intel.

“No there wouldn’t be, those videos only showcase torture, something I can’t bare to witness because I saw the repercussions,” Din referred to the terrifying night Osa fell ill and if not for Wildaldro’s father Din would have lost Osa.

“Papi,” her voice almost broke when she placed her helmet on his pauldron.

“Alright let’s see what the Empire has on this little guy,” Din stated when Osa straightened and the child’s ears pricked up.

“Do you hear that clinging?” Osa asked half turning around when suddenly a wire lassoed around her body, constraining her and the child, and then finally whipping them backwards.

An escaped scream exited Osa’s mouth as she fought to get free while being dragged across the floor like an untamed beast. Din immediately pulled out his Vibroblade and ran after the two but got slowed down by blaster fire. His beskar armor held up with each blow, but Din was propelled backwards inching him farther and farther away from his children.

Trying to take matters into her own hands, Osa attempted to use her abilities and propel anything loose towards the perpetrator, but the assailant was one step ahead and sent a huge electro shock down the wire and into her and the child’s bodies. Immediate pain surged through their frames instantly knocking them unconscious.

Now that the captives became dead weight this gave Din an opportunity to make his move. Din wished he had his jetpack on so he could reach them easier when instead he ran full force towards the enemy who (to his surprise) was another Mandalorian, but one he was not familiar with nor whom was apart of his clan. Mandalorian or not Din would protect his kin with his life and leapt into battle.

The two were well matched as Din could tell his foe had been in plenty of fights before due to the wear on the green and white armor. Din would add more scraps to the enemies Beskar but had, somehow, become bested.

The assailant threw, what appeared to be an orb filled with a liquid, when Din dodged the item but it bounced off the ground, ricocheted and magnetized itself to Din’s thigh guard. Instantly the orb erupted releasing a deadly toxin when the acid ate straight through Din’s Beskar.

In fear of losing his leg, Din drastically attempted to unclasp his thigh guard but the straps had become soldered together, practically sealing his fate. Din could smell and feel the acid eat its way towards his skin as there was only one venom he knew of that could penetrate Beskar and it came from the Sarlacc, but the erosion would take days where this was happening in seconds.

Somehow this Mandalorian collected Sarlacc venom and advanced it. Din had to think quickly in order to save his appendage and his abducted children when suddenly a female Mandalorian, in blue and white armor, entered the scuffle. She hovered in midair by jetpack while sending blaster fire towards the rouge Mandalorian.

In haste he threw another Sarlacc bomb her way, but she seemed to be prepared and released a hand full of powder dissolving the hazards orb. Hearing Din’s flustered cries, she landed by Din and threw a hand full of the powder on his leg to seize the acids chemical reaction. She pulled out a small laser and burned through the singed straps releasing Din.

Once he had become freed, Din immediately detached the Beskar but upon removal ripped a huge hole in his pants exposing redden skin. Luckily he only suffered minor burns instead of losing his leg.

“Damn, he got away,” the woman exclaimed in anger, running towards the entrance Din and Osa used earlier, pointing her blaster ready to end the rouge Mandalorian’s life.

Without thought Din went to Osa and the child identifying their status of injury, “Mi Pequeno can you hear me?” Din cut through the wire, releasing them from the bond.

No immediate response, he lowered his helmet hearing his daughter’s breath while he rubbed his hand gently over the child’s head. In unison Din received a groggy groan from the both of them. A sigh of relief washed over him knowing they were alive.

“Who are you, friend or foe, who was the other Mandalorian, and why have I never seen either of you before?” Din questioned almost in anger.

“I could ask you the same questions except I am aware of who the imposter is. No one steals Mandalorian armor and wears it without being sworn in to a Creed,” she spat, “And which clan have you sworn your allegiance to?”

“Which clan? There is only one, Clan Saxon,” Din informed.

“So the rumors are true, huh and he still believes he is the leader of the Mandalorians,” she said with acid on her tongue.

“If you’re talking about Tiber Saxon his leadership was short lived. The clan was inherited by his kin,” Din stated.

“I presume Starling Saxon took control?”

“She did, but in the efforts of keeping us safe and hidden she lost her life as did so many others,” Din lowered his head out of respect.

“And now?”

“Hard to tell, the leadership was between Ivee Saxon and Paz Vizla, but since she donned the role of Armorer Ivee out ranked Paz.”

“I have searched across the entire galaxy hoping to find any remaining Mandalorians but none were ever found until now, until a bounty was placed on both your helmets,” she pulled her blaster.

“Hey we’re not the enemy,” Din spoke with his hands up in defense.

“No, then why did the Creed vanish? Mandalorians aren’t frightened children who hide from the enemy, we are fighters until our end,” she spoke in pride.

“Starling wanted the Creed to live on so we took to the sewers on Nevarro where she only allowed two above at a time. We would live in secrecy so our numbers could grow once again instead of being hunted down and being eradicated, but even she couldn’t prevent that,” Din said saddened remembering the pile of armor back at the covert.  

“How many are even left?” her voice almost sounded shaky.

“Hard to tell, we have become scattered again.”

“And is this the reason why you both are out here, trying to escape from the bounty placed on both of your helmets?” she questioned.

“No, a scuffle broke out between the Guild and I, resulting in the bounty but has now been resolved,” Din informed.

“It’s not the Guild who placed the bounty, a new order issued it, someone under the command of Moff Gideon,” she corrected.

“So is this your true intentions on why you helped us, in order to obtain us and collect your reward?” Din slowly reached for his blaster ready to battle again.

“If I was looking for a quick score I wouldn’t turn in someone from my own Creed.”

“But you were willing to end that other Mandalorians life?”

“Do not declare him as a Mandalorian, Boba Fett brings dishonor to our heritage, he is not apart of the Creed and shall not wear our armor. One way or another I will end him.”

“Then what do you want with us?”

“It is time for the Mandalorians to come out of hiding, you will help me find my people as we will unite once again,” she commanded.

“Who are you?”

Din was shocked and surprised by the woman removing her helmet as she revealed soft angular features, yellow greenish eyes, and red hair, “My name is Bo Katan, rightful ruler of Mandalore.”

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Hey for that kiss prompt thing could you do a 39 with Peter? Thank you and you're an amazing writer 🕷

Aww, thanks lovebug! I’m glad u like my stuff ❤️ Also, idk why it takes me so fucking long to write these. I’m so sorry. 

#39. Spin The Bottle kiss

Word Count: 1.7k+

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Peter knew he wasn’t invited because they wanted him there; if they did, he wouldn’t have been invited last minute in gym class because of Ned’s empty promise of Spider-Man’s appearance. If he was wanted there, he wouldn’t have been greeted by a crowd, led by Flash, chanting ‘Penis Parker’ until he was able to fight his way through the hoards of people to the kitchen. If he was wanted there, Liz wouldn’t have grimaced and avoided greeting him when they made eye contact at the kitchen counter. She just grabbed one of the lukewarm cans of Bud Light and stalked off to find some of her real friends to talk to.

Peter had never had alcohol in his life, save for the one time Tony made him try a sip of his whiskey; his face had screwed up and he stuck his tongue out, gagging at the harshness of the bitter drink as it slid down his throat. Tony just laughed and patted him on his back, “You’ll get there eventually kid,” he had said, “and you better not tell your aunt about this, or I’ll be in major trouble.” So now, as he stood in Liz’s kitchen, seeing nothing but beer and varying bottles of liquor, he felt stuck. Classmates perused the selection around him, grabbing miscellaneous cans and pouring unknown liquids into red solo cups. Many chose to fill theirs with a mysterious concoction from a giant mixing bowl.

“Eyyyy, Peter,” Ned draped a thick arm over Peter’s shoulders, “you gotta try the punch, dude. It’s crazy strong.”

“I don’t know, man,” he worried.

“Nah, dude, it’s fine. Try mine,” he offered insistently, shoving the cup into the boy’s face, “try it. Just have a sip. Taste it.” Peter took the cup into his hands hesitantly and raised it to his lips, the scent of it invading his nostrils. It smelled like an existential crisis; the drink had no idea what it was or what brought it to existence— regret in liquid form. The taste, however, was nowhere near as bad. It reminded him of the time he emptied an entire packet of sour skittles into his mouth; overwhelmingly sweet and fruity but also tangy and stung his mouth a bit. He poured himself a cup and followed Ned into the lounge.

The populars milled around in small clusters on the carpet, all the girls giggling and leaning all over each other as Flash tried to gain everyone’s attention.

“Yo,” he exclaimed into his microphone, “we gotta play some Spin the Bottle. There’s not enough action in here.”

“We’re fine, Flash,” Liz responded, her filled in eyebrows furrowed, “You’re just salty you’re not getting any.” Her friends all snickered at her comment but voiced their disagreement, nonetheless. “Actually, girlie,” Peter leaned to try to see over the shoulder of one of the football players, but his attempt was futile. He didn’t need to see, however, to know that it was you whose angelic voice had spoken out against Liz. “I don’t know who made that jungle juice, but it’s strong as fuck tonight and Spin the Bottle sounds kinda fun right now. ” Hums of agreement came from his classmates. And with that, the shuffle commenced.

Peter had never seen his classmates move so in sync before: groups of spectators moved to huddle on and around the couches in Liz’s living room, a circle of participants arranged themselves on the crumb-ridden carpet in a gender-alternating order; people without spaces lined the closest wall to the action. The few boyfriends in the room had pulled their girlfriends close in a protective manner. Girls were strewn over each other’s laps, others sat on the floor against their friend’s knees. Flash worked on turning the music down, allowing the quiet conversations that were once drowned out from the sound to emerge. Peter stood a few feet from the kitchen doorway, amazed at how you had so much power over his peers that you could alter the entire atmosphere of the room with a simple statement. What he hadn’t noticed was that since everyone, including Ned, had found their new residence in the room, Peter stood out like a sore thumb. 

“Yo, Penis Parker” Flash called for his attention, “you sitting down or what?” He looked around desperately for a spare space to stand, searching the crowd for his best friend; Ned was locked in place, however, sat on the couch furthest from him with people surrounding him, some seated to his sides, others perched on the arms or pleated back of the sofa. 

“Come on, Parker,” you ordered sweetly, “we need another boy between Cindy and Sara anyway. Join us.” 

“That’s my spot,” Flash argued dejectedly, but stopped once he noticed the many glares that were shot his way. Instead of fighting it like his mind was telling him to, Peter stumbled his way over to the two girls, a tight smile of discomfort crossing his lips as he lowered himself to sit crosslegged. The red solo cup felt heavy in his hand and, without a second thought, he raised it to his lips to gulp down as much of it as he could. The effect was almost immediate and the taste of skittles flooded his system, the rainbow coating his brain making him feel a rush he’d only ever felt while soaring between skyscrapers as his alter-ego. 

Sixteen of them were settled on the plush area rug of the living room, and Peter allowed himself to scan each of the participants as the rounds went on. They were all pretty, boys and girls alike, and they were all part of the popular crowd— save for him, of course. His eyes dragged over each of the girls, taking in their low-cut tops and flowing hair, the tipsy smiles and hooded eyes plastered onto each of their faces. He saw Liz. If you had asked him two hours prior, he would’ve said she looked amazing— she still did —but after their not so pleasant interaction in the kitchen, he didn’t particularly like her anymore, and he definitely didn’t want to kiss her. 

And then his eyes fell to you. He always thought you were pretty, ever since you met in second grade. You were nice, unlike the majority of your friends, and actually talked to him in school. You gave him your notes in chem when he was ‘sick’ for the week, aka when he was in Germany with Mr. Stark, and you’ve let him copy your homework countless times when he’d forgotten to do the assignment after parol. The wide smile that graced your face, tongue protruding slightly from between your teeth, made a burst of warmth flood his chest and the corners of his lips turned up. He couldn’t help it, your smiles have always been infectious to him. And he kept looking at you, even as you turned to him with an expectant look on your face, your lips mouthing something. 

“Peter,” you repeated, waving a hand out to gain his attention. He shook himself from his daze, looking around the circle to find everyone staring at him, anticipatory looks on their faces. Oh shit. “It’s your turn, Parker,” said Sara from his right.

“Right, right, right,” he mumbled, “course, yeah.” The empty beer bottle laid on its side in the centre of the circle on a magazine ‘for optimal spinning,’ as Flash had explained. Peter let out a shaky breath as he leaned up onto his knees to grasp the glass in his hand. This is it, he thought, I’m committed now. Whoever this lands on will be my first kiss. He didn’t move. His hand didn’t leave the bottle. He just stayed there, propped on his knees, hovering over it with wide eyes and a worried look on his face. 

“Hey,” you said gently, pulling his attention from the bottle to your eyes, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Groans of disapproval radiated around the room. 

“So I had to kiss my fucking ex but he doesn’t even have to spin,” he heard a boy say to his right, “fucking unbelievable.”

“Harry,” you cautioned, your voice much harsher than when you were talking to Peter, “back the fuck off, yeah?” The jock just rolled his eyes and sat back in his place silently. 

“No, no, it’s fine, I’ll do it,” Peter blurted out, trying desperately to diffuse the tension that had emerged in the room. With closed eyes, he took a deep breath and let it spin. Truth be told, he had twisted it a bit too hard, his super strength emerging with his anxiety, and he watched it with wide eyes as it spun and spun and spun until it slowed down, and then slowed to a stop. 

“Hey,” you whispered, and his eyes traced the neck of the bottle up to you, “You sure you want to do this?” God yes, he thought, I’ve wanted to do this since the second grade. ”Uh, yeah, yeah this is fine.” The room stood still as you shuffled forward towards him, your ripped jeans sliding easily across the shaggy grey rug. With Peter sat back on his heels and you raised up on your knees, your towered over the boy. His nerves radiated from him in waves and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, but he made himself raise up onto his knees to match your stance. With a burst of courage, he pulled one hand up to cup your jawline softly letting his thumb trace along your cheek and his other fingers spread across the side of your neck. 

“You gonna kiss me or what?” you whispered softly, a teasing yet delicate smile crossing your lips. The corners of his lips turned up to match yours, like always, before he sighed jokingly, “you can’t rush me!”

“Okay, okay, sorry,” your twinkly laugh invaded his ears and he swore in that moment he hadn’t heard something so beautiful, “take your time.”

“Okay, this is cute and shit,” Flash interrupted, “but can you guys hurry the fuck up so we can keep playing?” Peter rolled his eyes, making yet another giggle erupt from your lips, drawing his eyes to them. 

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispered, almost too quietly for you to hear let alone anyone else. And with a slight nod from you, he leaned in. It wasn’t perfect— the slight clashing of noses, him forgetting to breathe beforehand, and the slight battle of trying not to grin —but it was close enough to perfect for him to want to do it again and again and again. Luckily for him, you did too. 

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[howtotrainyouragents]

I love the Halloween prompts list! If you're feeling up to it, how about the classic FitzHunter brotp + 30 and/or 82?

Hi! I am so sorry!! I legit have no explanation for why this took so long except that school is hard and I have not been writing (I wanted to at least finish this for Halloween, and I didn’t even do that T^T).  But thank you so much for asking anyway!!! I am ALWAYS down for FitzHunter, the best of bros of all time. I tweaked the prompt a little, so hope that’s okay. Sorry again, and I hope you enjoy!!

82.  “Do you think this is Harry Potter or something?” FitzHunter BROTP, mid-season 3. From this list:

Crumbs splattered Hunter’s face as he dove into his family-sized bag of southern style barbecue chips.

“Hey. Hey!” Fitz complained, rushing to brush the crumbs off his desk. “No eating in the lab!”

“In one ear and out the other, mate,” Hunter said around a mouth full of chips. “Mmm, you know, you just don’t find these kinds of flavors in England. Here try some, come on.”

Fitz knew he should refuse, but it was too much fun goofing around with Hunter. He glanced around the lab at Simmons talking to Daisy and all the other scientists busily working. With no one looking in their direction, Fitz opened his mouth and Hunter aimed to shoot.

“SCORE!” Hunter pumped his fist in the air.

“SHH!” Fitz hid his face as everyone swiveled to look at them.

Hunter cheekily waved at the lab. “Just cheering on all the good work you guys are doing here. Really proud. Keep it up,” he emphasized with a thumbs up.

Fitz covered up a laugh. He dropped into his seat, as Hunter leaned on the edge of the desk.

“You’ve got to work on your lies,” Fitz whispered.

“Who’s the field agent here, a.k.a. trained master of deception, me or you? Speaking of, what is that?”

Fitz had called up a series of schematics on his screen. They were rough sketches, inklings of ideas, but he was proud of them all the same. Hunter’s face, however, suggested they could have been ancient greek for all he knew.

“Just some new ideas I’ve been working. Deathlok hardware upgrades. Virtual reality simulator. This one,” he shuffled through the files, “could be a teleportation device. The monolith was able to connect places across the space-time continuum, and I’ve been looking at the properties of how it did that. I thought Gordon’s power could have been of some use, but it looks like we need a physical vehicle.”

“Like a cabinet,” Hunter joked. 

Fitz raised an eyebrow.

“Like the Vanishing Cabinet.” Fitz frowned, and Hunter tried again. “You know, the sixth book. Took the Death Eaters to the Room of Requirements.” Fitz shook his head confusedly. “Half Blood Prince, mate! Malfoy, Snape, Dumbledore. It’s kind of a big deal!”

“Oh, is this some kind of Harry Potter thing?”

“Is this some kind of-” Hunter jumped up, his hands strangling the chip bag. He looked like someone had just slapped his mother. “Fitz, are you telling me you’ve never read Harry Potter?”

“Didn’t really get around to it,” Fitz admitted, scratching his chin.

“Watched it?”

“Never had the time. There are like nine movies, aren’t there?”

“EIGHT! Eight movies. Seven books.”

“That’s a lot. Do people really watch and read all that?”

Hunter  pinched his nose. “Fitz, tell me you’re joking,” he siad, drawing out the syllables in exasperation. “How can you not know Harry Potter? It’s a classic! A phenomenon! It’s a part of our nation���s legacy!”

“I’m Scottish.”

“Hogwarts is in Scotland!” Hunter yelped. 

Fitz could practically see his brain melting in his skull. 

Hunter took a shaky breath, half-talking to himself. “It’s okay, it’s okay. We can fix this. It’s not too late. I can save him.” He pointed at Fitz. “Clear your schedule for the next 24 hours. We’ll marathon all eight movies. And I’ll run out right now and buy you all the books.” He funneled the last of the crumbs into his mouth. “I am not letting my best friend live another day without knowing the magic and beauty of Harry Potter.” 

He marched out of the lab, muttering, “Honestly, who’s heard of such a thing? What kind of Ravenclaw is he?”

Fitz watched him leave, lips pressed together, and then calmly returned to his schematics.

Simmons and Daisy had been watching the exchange, and now Simmons spoke up, “What are you talking about, Fitz? We’ve watched those movies like five times together, and you said read the whole series with your mum.”

“Yeah, and what about that project you’re working on for Bobbi?” Daisy chimed in.

Fitz couldn’t keep it up anymore. He picked up the said bracelet and baton, and grinned cheekily at them. “I know, I know. It’s just so easy to prank him.” He chucked the baton across the room, and with a beep the metal bracelet called the baton back to his hand. Project. A.C.C.I.O. was a success.

“Who’s the master of deception, now?” Fitz said to himself.

[briabella]

*I raise an eyebrow at her throwing my cigarette over and scoff at her stupid questions*

Don't act dumb, sweetheart not yet.

*With two steps I have her caged, pressed against the balcony's rails. My eyes rake her hungrily from my higher position. Even in heels she's miniscule compared to me. I grasp her jaw in one of my large hands*

I saw the way you let him put his hands on you.

*My other hand goes behind her to rest on the swell of her ass*

I could tell he was ready to reach right here.

*I give her ass a firm squeeze, the disgust at the thought of another man's hands on it evident*

You would have liked that though, wouldn't you?

*My hand on her jaw moves to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear*

Attention.

*My thumb caresses her cheek*

That's your drug, isn't it?

*I shift my leg, positioning it between hers*

You let him believe he has a chance, so that he can slobber all over you.

*I press my knee to her clothed cunt*

Get me jealous.

*I tip her jaw up, exposing her neck to me*

Feeds that desperate need, doesn't it?

*I lean closer, bending down to her level*

Well you got my attention now, sweetheart. - Kiri

(im so glad because i have so much fun writing these❤️)

(im glad omg, thank u sm for spending time with me. 🥺)

I-I’m not dumb! *My hands find his chest, as he cages me in. I look up at him with glassy eyes, my resolve crumbing right in front of my eyes.*

*I feel like I’m getting drunk of his cologne alone but the way he’s speaking to me is making me weak in the knees. I.. I can’t give up, not yet.* He was only being nice, Kirishima.. he’s always like that. ‘s just him being funny..

*I bite down on the inside of my cheek to restrain a moan when I feel his knee press onto my pussy, my hands balling into fists against his chest.* So- so what if I liked it.. Nari’s really— really handsome and sweet.. *My breathing is shaky as I speak.*

I wasn’t tryin’ to make you jealous.. I-I don’t even care if you don’t give me attention.. I can h-handle it.. *That was a lie. I’m a tinkerbell, I’d probably die if I didn’t get attention.*