#she is way out of my league I know ...shut up...a girl can dream

[chocolate-cream-soldier]

current mood:

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗦𝗢𝗙𝗧 𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗛 | 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗠

　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x actress!reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N and Chris have been in a stable relationship hidden from the media for years, until they were forced by it to do a soft launch.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, from anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²: Matt's version.

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netflix ALIVE. BROKEN. FINAL SEASON. #StrangerThings5 soon, only on Netflix.

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fallontonight OMG OMG OMG OMG

ynfan5 WHEN????? IT'S BEEN 2 YEARS 😭

ynfan3 if they kill Y/N, I'll die too

stfan7 we NEED bts pics right now!!!

ynsinstagram 📼

ynfan2 WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???

ynfan9 you traumatized us after season 4

stfan4 ready to run into a brick wall

ynfan2 alexa play running up that hill by kate bush

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christophersturniolo where's my Nancy at?

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sturniolofan1 I VOLUNTEER

sturniolofan4 OMG????

sturniolofan8 apparently my name is Nancy now

ynandsturniolofan2 NETFLIX COME HERE ‼️

matthew.sturniolo guess you've got the wrong character buddy

sturniolofan6 what's that supposed to mean 😭

ynandsturniolofan3 HAPPY HALLOWEEN

madisonbeer can I be Robin?

nicolassturniolo 📼

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(for the sake of it, pretend this is chris 😭)

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people YouTuber Christopher Sturniolo was seen on the set of Stranger Things early today, in Atlanta. Unknown sources stated that he was about to enter the trailer of actress Y/N Y/L/N, holding two containers with food and calling her "baby".

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ynfan6 who?

ynfan3 oh no, here we go again

sturniolofan4 what the ACTUAL FUCK?????

ynandsturniolofan7 OMG MATT'S COMMENT ON CHRIS POST

sturniolofan5 it all makes sense now

ynfan9 he's so out of her league

sturniolofan2 girl stfu

ynfan12 they're not even dating, what're you saying

ynfun5 why is he kinda

sturniolofan0 hot? yeah, we know

ynandsturniolofan1 now that would be my dream couple right there

sturniolofan17 NO WAY he went from LA to Atlanta only to see her filming 😩 shut up I love them already 🙌🏻

ynfan0 wait bc they would look so cute together 😞

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ynsinstagram was attacked by a demogorgon and his crew for the tenth time, does that mean I'm tough?

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ynandsturniolofan4 the pic of steve with the bat from 1st season while filming the 5th 🧐

sturniolofan3 IKR??? I'm going insane rn with all those theories

ynfan3 the most stunning person ON EARTH

ynfan9 I need to know who she's looking at on the 5th pic with THAT look

stfan2 time to rebinge all 4 seasons for the 10th time

milliebobbybrown Y/N tough girl era

ynsinstagram 🤟🏻💪🏻

calebmclaughlin when I grow up I want to fly like you

christophersturniolo the toughest

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sturnioloandynfan5 ANYBODY ELSE SAW CHRIS COMMENT TOO????

ynfan1 I DID AND OMG???? what's happening 😭

ynandsturniolofan3 I'M GONNA COLAPSW

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christophersturniolo let's exchange the experience ✨️🕹📼

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stfan3 is that the headphones Y/N used on 4th season?

ynfan8 oh, hey joe, strange seeing you around here 🤡

sturniolofan6 isn't he Steve on ST?

ynfan8 yeah 😭

sturniolofan7 FAMILY VIDEO????

sturnioloandynfan3 wtf are you doing at Steve's and Robin's work? 🧐

nicolassturniolo kate bush at its peak

sturniolofan0 THE MOST HANDSOME ‼️

ynfan12 the cassete... anyone else thinking what I'm thinking?

sturniolofan4 yeah...

ynfan16 totally

sturnioloandynfan18 my heart is going insane right now

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ynsinstagram red converse is the new hype, madmax called it

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ynfan6 no fucking way

stfan5 soft launch! soft launch! soft launch!

sturniolofan14 I'm in shock

sturniolofan13 chris got a girlfriend and she's the most angelic girl in the world 😭

ynfan5 WE LOST HER 😞

milliebobbybrown your taste in clothes is awful

ynandsturniolofan8 at least her taste in guys is better

nattyiceofficial cuties 🩷

ynsinstagram I love you natty!

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christophersturniolo found my Nancy guys!

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ynfan2 oh my god

sturniolofan6 NO WAY CHRIS GOT A GIRL FR

sturniolofan9 she's so fucking pretty

ynfan4 how did he do it?

matthew.sturniolo simp simp simp

christophersturniolo you would be the same if you bagged a girl like mine

ynfan0 A GIRL LIKE MINE SMOASMXJX

sturniolofan5 THIS IS TOO CUTE STOP

ynfan0 the rizz is insane

ynfan13 they're both so fucking lucky omh

nicolassturniolo FINALLY 🙌🏻��🏻🙌🏻

sturniolofan3 I just know nick was dying to let this information out

josephquinn so happy for you two!!

dacremontgomery take care of my little sister, man

christophersturniolo always

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enews During the interview "Y/N Y/L/N on Max Mayfield's Journey | Stranger Things | Netflix", Y/N commented on her romantic relationship with YouTuber Christopher Sturniolo, "... we've been together for two years, I met him on the street in Los Angeles when Nick (Nicolas Sturniolo, Christopher brother) came to ask for a picture and I immediately recognized them, I mean, who don't know the Sturniolo Triplets, right?", "... he makes me the happiest I've ever been. Being a girl who grew up in the spotlight, he makes me feel normal."

If you want to know more about Y/N, her role as Max Mayfield, and her relationship, check the link in our bio.

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ynfan4 she's the cutest, omg

sturniolofan8 I want what these bitches have

ynfan0 she is glowing

sturnioloandynfan2 she's so in love 🥹

sturniolofan5 he is too! have you seen the triplets last video?

ynfan12 he can't stop talking about her 😭

christophersturniolo ❤️

ynsinstagram 🩷

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[yanderenightmare]

nerd-kun tomura crushin on the pretty clerk at the comic shop🥺 she's always so sweet BUT THEN HE FINDS OUT ABOUT THE BOYFRIEND

Shigaraki Tomura x darling

TW: f!reader, creepy behavior, stalking-ish, obsession, incel-vibes

fem reader

It spurs from something so small. Something you forget by the next customer in line, whom you treat just the same, bagging their comics and figurines with a trained smile. But for Tomura, it’s special. How you dub his fifteen percent membership discount as a “pretty-boy discount,” or when you give him an extra stamp on his loyalty card and flash him a cheeky wink as though to say “just between us,” or when you smile so brightly, looking him right in his eyes when you tell him to “please come again soon, Tomu-kun~”

He can’t believe you even remember his name. A pretty girl like you.

It’s all a delusion. Deep down, he knows you just read it off the registry after scanning his membership card. But it feels too good to imagine you know who he is, to imagine you actually hope to see him come back soon.

His favorite thing to do is ask you to recommend him something new. To see you nod all eagerly, gushing while skipping about the aisles, helping him search.

“You must have a lot of time on your hands to be done with those volumes you bought last week, Tomu-kun.” You joke, scanning the shelves with him trailing after – hood pulled over the mess of his hair with hands shoved down the front pocket – now looking up from the shadow it cast – eyes wide.

You know my name… 

You snort, giggling. “Of course I know your name, silly.” 

His stupor shrivels into a blush, realizing he’d spoken out loud. But you don’t seem concerned by it – nor do you even notice as you stretch up on your tippy-toes to reach for a book. 

“I’d be a real airhead to forget it – you’re in here practically every day.” You flash him that trained smile – all pearly white with a breath of laughter – offering the book you’d just picked out for him to reach. “You’re becoming my best friend – I see you more than I see my boyfriend!”

Tomura doesn’t reply. Nor does he accept your hand-out.

He’s too caught up in your words. A wrinkle scrunching up between his brows – eyes slim while staring at you – feeling his temple pulse. 

That’s not very service-inclined of you to say. Customers don’t want to know you have a boyfriend. That ruins the fantasy. You’re supposed to be the friendly flirt – the girl that’s really too pretty to be a weeb but doesn’t know it herself – the one he can go home and fist his cock to while imagining he has a chance even though you’re way out of his league.

His crush on you was harmless.

But you just had to go and ruin it, didn’t you? Had to shatter the dream – dropping the boyfriend bomb, calling him your friend. Jeez, could you be any more obvious? That’s how you nice sweet polite girls like to say you’re not interested, right? 

You love the attention, but you snuff it out the moment it becomes too tedious, don’t you? 

Fucking bitch.

You regret it, right? When you get off work and wind up in the boot of his car with your pretty face taped shut.

He’s going to teach you a thing or two about true customer service.

[slayfics]

Spin the bottle in the U.A. dorms on Halloween night.

Warnings: NSFW themes

3,200 words~

You plopped down on the couch in the common room after finishing changing into your witch Halloween costume. Due to the League of Villains still having it out for your class, the whole school wasn't allowed to go out on Halloween.

As upset as most students were, your class still decided to dress up and celebrate in the dorms. Your class had decorated the common room with pumpkins and bats and the lights were lowered and flickering to make a spooky atmosphere.

"Alright finally got him to come down!" Eijiro exclaimed excitedly. You turned around to see him in a shark onesie standing next to Katsuki who was just wearing all black.

"Aww, you're a shark Kirishima! How cute it suits you... and Bakugo, what are you? A grumpy U.A. student?" You teased him.

"Shut the hell up! I'm going back to my dorm," he yelled.

"Oh no, you promised!" Eijiro said, blocking his friend from walking back to his dorm.

"Ugh fine," Katsuki grumbled and sat down on the couch next to you.

"Don't worry I actually have the perfect costume for you, you even dressed up perfectly in all black!" You exclaimed.

"The hell are you talking about? "Katsuki asked, irritated as you pulled out black cat ears from your bag and placed them on his head.

"There- I'm a witch and you're my black cat!" You smiled at him letting out a giggle at how cute the cat ears looked on him.

"IN YOUR FUCKING DREAMS!" He yelled trying to snatch the ears off his head but you and Eijiro pinned his arms down.

"He's an angry kitty isn't he?" Eijiro laughed.

"LET GO OF ME EXTRAS I'LL EXPLODE YOU BOTH TO HELL!" Katsuki yelled, struggling under your and Eijiro's grasp.

"Come on Bakugo, they are just ears and they look really cute on you!" You said struggling to keep him from removing them.

"Fucking fine, just let go of me," He said shrugging both you and Eijiro off. "But don't expect anything else from me today. This shit is so dumb."

"Hey you guys not getting started on any fun stuff without us are you?" Denki asked as he and Hanta made their way to sit on the adjoining couches.

Denki was wearing all yellow with some pointy yellow ears, and Hanta had a sheet over him with some eyes cut out.

"Aww, Kaminari are you supposed to be Pikachu?" You asked.

"Yeah! You guys always call me that so I thought why not," He shrugged.

"Oh you forgot something though," You said moving over to him.

"Hu what?" He asked, confused.

"The red cheeks!" You yelled and pinched his cheeks tightly.

"Hey stop!" He laughed trying to push you off.

"Ok there, now your costume is complete," You let go and sat back down on the couch laughing at Denki's now reddened cheeks, half red from your pinch and half red from a bright blush.

"You guys are so dumb," Katsuki mumbled, resting his head on his hand and leaning into the arm of the couch.

"Ugh I'm so bored this is so lameeee-" Mina said coming over to join your group wearing an alluring angel costume. "I wanna do something!" She said kicking her feet a bit.

"Oh uh-" Eijiro started to say but then stopped and looked away from Mina.

"Spit it out," You said, nudging him. Everyone's attention now turned to Eijiro making him more flustered.

"Nothing I- uh- was just gonna say that's a nice costume Ashido," he said and looked away again hoping the attention would turn away from him.

"Thanks!" Mina replied, smiling up at him. "Now what should we do? Tsuyu and Uraraka are carving pumpkins, but I want to do something more exciting!" She said, pumping both fists into the air.

"I know what you can do," a familiar pervy voice called from behind. The group turned around to see Minoru who was wearing a twister mat as a costume. "You girls should play twister and use me as your game board," Minoru said, lying down on the floor and spreading his arms out.

"He's never going to stop is he?" Hanta asked, letting out a sigh.

"Oh- that's actually a great idea Mineta!" You said walking over to him as he looked up at you from the floor. "Close your eyes though, ok? I don't want you to see up my dress," You said.

"Of course, my witch queen," Minoru responded, practically drooling. He shut his eyes tightly for a moment and you motioned for Katsuki to come over.

"Hu?" Minoru opened his eyes after not feeling you or Mina start the game. He opened his eyes to the sight of Katsuki above him lighting up an explosion in his hand. "Wait wait!" He called his arms failing in front of him as Katuski exploded him knocking him unconscious.

"Fucking perv," He grumbled and sat back on the couch.

"As much as I hate Mineta, a game isn't such a bad idea!" Mina said excitedly.

"What kind of game?" Eijiro asked.

"Hmmm..." Mina placed her finger on her chin as she thought. "I got it! Spin the bottle!" She yelled, throwing her hands in the air again. Everyone else including you just stared at her with a blank expression and slightly flushed faces.

"Fuck no." Katsuki spoke.

"Come on you guys! We can't go out and do anything else and that game is like a right of passage for teenagers! Let's do it! I'll find some other girls to even it out!" She said and ran off.

"Wait, she was serious?!" Denki asked, his face pale white.

You laughed, "You looked whiter than the sheet around Sero! Don't tell me after all that big pervy talk you've done with Mineta you're scared?" You teased him.

"I'm not scared! I just-" Denki began to say but was interrupted by an irritated Katsuki.

"I'm leaving, I'm not doing that dumb shit," Katsuki said, getting off the couch to leave. Eijiro quickly hurried after him. You turned around to see what looked like Eijiro pleading with his friend to stay.

"Maybe Kacchan's right, we could go play Super Smash Bros instead," Denki said to Hanta who seemed to be on board with leaving as well. Denki stood up just as Mina came back.

"Ok! I got Jiro and Hagakure to agree to play!" Mina said excitedly. Denki looked at Kyoka who was wearing a Bride of Frankenstein costume. His face flushed and he silently sat back down on the couch deciding to stay.

"Hey Hagakure, what is your costume?" Hanta asked, looking confused at Hagakure who was just carrying around a mirror and wearing a red cape.

"I'm a vampire and vampires don't have reflections in mirrors so... I thought that was funny with my quirk and all... since I'm invisible..."

"Oh! That's really smart." Hanta laughed.

Eijiro finally came back dragging Katsuki who was uttering curses under his breath.

"That's the spirit boys!" You said laughing.

Mina instructed the group to sit on the floor in a circle as she placed a bottle in the middle of you all.

"Ok there are a lot of different ways to play but this is what I think sounds most interesting. One person spins the bottle, and then whoever the bottle is pointing to gets to decide what happens. Any questions?" She asked.

"Yeah, what do you mean by deciding what happens?" Kyoka asked.

"Well that person can decide on either a kiss which can be wherever they choose or seven minutes in heaven," Mina explained further.

"Uh, what's seven minutes in heaven?" Toru asked nervously.

"It means I'll lock you both in the hall closet for seven minutes!" Mina said, laughing devilishly.

The group shifted uncomfortably at Mina's explanation of the game.

"Oh don't look so nervous you guys, it'll be fun! Sero start us out!" Mina said excitedly.

"What? Why me first?!" Hanta asked anxiously.

"Because I said so, that's why, now go!" Mina said harshly.

Sero shakily spun the bottle that was placed in the middle of the group. Everyone watched with eager eyes as it began to slow until it eventually stopped pointing at Toru. Once the bottle stopped everyone looked at Mina for guidance.

"Ok now Hagakure you decide what happens," Mina encouraged.

"You can kiss my cheek, Sero," Toru said sweetly.

"Uh right-" Hanta replied as he shakily moved over to Toru planting a kiss on what he assumed to be the invisible girl's cheek.

The group watched as Hanta's face lit up bright red.

"Oh!" Toru exclaimed. "That was not my cheek."

"I AM SO SORRY! I COULDN'T SEE!" Hanta apologized frantically.

"It's ok Sero," Toru giggled.

The rest of the group eyed each other curiously but were too shy to ask what exactly Hanta ended up kissing.

"Ok um- well.... it landed on you so that means your turn to spin Hagakure," Mina said, breaking up the awkwardness.

"Sure!" She said and the bottle began to spin seemingly out of nowhere as the invisible girl spun the bottle. The bottle spun until it landed on Mina.

"Oh um- is there a rule about that?" Toru asked.

"Hm- nah we're all-inclusive here," Mina shrugged. "You can kiss my cheek too if you're comfortable."

"Ok," Toru said as her cape, which appeared to be floating, moved toward Mina before returning to its original spot as she planted a kiss on her cheek.

"My turn then!" Mina said excitedly and spun the bottle. The bottle spun for a few moments before landing on Eijiro.

Eijiro's eyes widened at the bottle pointing directly at him. He was seemingly frozen staring at it.

"Um hello Earth to Kirishima," Mina said, waving her hand in front of his face. "You have to choose what you want."

"Me? I uh-" He stuttered as his face began to tint a slight pink. "What- what- do you want me to choose?" He asked.

"It doesn't work like that Kirishima, you have to choose," You said, reminding him of the rules.

"Oh man," He spoke seeming to shrink into himself with nervousness. Eijiro grabbed the shark hoodie of his onesie and covered his face with it.

Mina laughed, "Don't be so nervous Kirishima, just tell me what you want me to do." She encouraged him.

Eijiro mumbled from under his hoodie.

"Speak up shitty hair, we can't hear you," Katsuki yelled, annoyed at his friend's sheepishness.

"Ugh this is so unmanly," He mumbled again from under his hoodie.

"Come on man hurry up!" Denki said, nudging him.

"Just kiss me!" Eijiro said, voice loud and shaky under his hoodie.

"Ok, where though?" Mina asked, tilting her head and moving closer trying to get a look at him from under his hoodie. Eijiro squirmed more under his hoodie the closer Mina got.

"For fucks sake just tell her you want a real kiss dumb ass!" Katsuki grumbled beside his friend.

"Is that what you want?" Mina asked curiously.

Eijiro nodded his head from under his hoodie as a response.

"Then stop hiding silly," She said, pulling his hoodie back on his head as she moved closer and planted a gentle kiss on his lips, causing Eijiro's face to light up an even brighter red than his hair.

"Tch-" Katsuki let out an annoyed puff of air.

"Oh man, your face is so damn red!" Denki said laughing beside him.

"Aw come on man, leave me alone," Eijiro said, pulling his hoodie back over his face to hide from his friends.

"Don't hide yet, it's your turn!" Mina said giggling.

"Oh right-," Eijiro quickly stuck his hand out and spun the bottle.

You all watched as the bottle stopped spinning and landed on you.

"Uh-" Eijiro quickly stole a glance at Katsuki who looked away from the group feigning disinterest.

"Here," You laughed, holding out your hand.

"Oh uh- so formal," Eijiro laughed, feeling less nervous as he placed a kiss on the top of your hand.

"Alright, then my turn right?" You asked looking at Mina for confirmation.

"Yup!" She said, nodding enthusiastically. You spun the bottle and waited for it to stop spinning. The whole group's breath seemed to catch in their throat when it landed on Katsuki. Everyone stared at him with wide eyes waiting for his response.

"Tch- whatever let's go," Katsuki said, standing up and motioning for you to follow him.

"What?" You asked confused.

"Wait, you're choosing the closet?!" Mina asked, stunned.

"Yeah, let's just get this over with," He said, annoyed.

"Wooo! Our first seven minutes in heaven players!" Mina said excitedly, pumping her fists in the air. She quickly made her way to the hall closet, opened it, and motioned for you both to come.

"Hurry up now! I'll start a timer on my phone and we will all wait here for you both," She said, winking and shoving you both inside.

"Wait what you all just wait out there?" You asked nervously.

"Well yeah, we can't keep playing with you two missing. Have fun now," She said as she slammed the closet door shut.

The closet was pitch black with the door shut, and smaller than you anticipated, causing you to be just inches away from Katsuki.

Katsuki lit up the room with his quirk using his hand to create some light without an explosion.

"So you wanted to spend some alone time with me, hu?" You asked, teasing him.

"Shut the hell up, I just didn't want to do anything else in front of those other extras. This shit is so dumb and I don't want the attention," he replied back sounding frustrated as ever.

"Then why did you choose to play?" You asked curiously.

"For Kirishima obviously. He wanted to play and was too damn scared to do it without me here," Katsuki said as if it was the most obvious explanation in the world.

"You really expect me to believe that? You never do anything you don't want to do. Especially for the sake of someone else. So tell me, what did you want to happen? Who were you hoping to get stuck with?" You pestered him more.

"Fucking no one. You think I actually care about any of these damn extras," Katsuki laughed off your question.

You ignored his response and looked at his hand curiously as it illuminated light without an explosion. "I didn't know you could do this with your quirk. Is it warm?" You asked, touching his hand.

"I can do a lot of shit with my quirk dumb ass," He responded as he watched you graze his hand with your finger.

You looked up and noticed a slight tint on his cheeks. "No way are you blushing?" You laughed.

"The hell? I am not!" He yelled defensively but extinguished the light from his hand right away bringing you both back into darkness so you couldn't look at him anymore. "I'm not some fucking loser you know. I wouldn't blush from you just touching my hand."

You leaned a bit closer to him, almost brushing up against him as you did, "What would I need to touch to make you blush then?" You whispered.

Katsuki tried to back away from you but hit the wall of the closet instead, "Cut that fucking crap out," He said through gritted teeth and smacked your hand away from him. "Why the hell did you play this game? What did you want to happen?" He asked.

"This," you answered simply and honestly.

"Hu?" Katsuki exclaimed, sounding surprised.

"Why do you sound so surprised?" You asked.

"You don't have to fucking lie just because we're stuck in here you know. I saw you flirting with spark plug out there. Pinching his cheeks and shit," Katuski answered, still not believing you.

"Kaminari? No," You laughed. "I only mess with him because he gets riled up so easily, plus... I like how it pisses you off. Do you think I didn't notice how you grit your teeth and furrow your brows even more than usual when I do," You teased.

"Tch, whatever. If I'm really what you wanted- then get over here. Prove it. Do what you say you've been wanting to do," Katsuki said, challenging you.

You moved almost instantly, pressing yourself into Katsuki and colliding your lips with his. Your hands went up to wrap around the back of his neck and as they did. Katsuki's body went rigid for a moment, stunned that you actually attacked him so suddenly. Then as if coming back to life after processing the situation, he pushed you back against the wall roughly pinning you between his arms. Causing a loud thump to echo through the closet.

"You didn't think I'd really just let you have control that easily did you?" He whispered in a lowered voice, his words rumbling in his chest.

Everyone outside turned and looked at the closet following the loud thump.

"Should we be concerned?" Kyoka asked, looking around the group for consensus.

"Nah," Denki, Eijiro, and Hanta all said in unison. The girls eyed them curiously.

"It's just uh- Bakugo wouldn't hurt her or anything. Trust me," Eijiro said, his face tinting red a bit again as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Hm ok- well they do only have 3 minutes left so... I suppose it's fine," Mina said, eyeing her phone.

Back in the closet, Katsuki had pressed his lips to yours forcefully as you were pinned between him and the wall. You pulled him even closer to you.

"You like when I press into you like this?" He asked in your ear breath running down your neck.

You nodded, and Katsuki responded by grabbing your leg and wrapping it around his waist in order to press into you deeper while keeping his hand around your thigh for support. In this position, you could feel his growing bulge pressing into you.

"You know you're right," He spoke again into your ear. "It does fucking piss me off when you flirt with dunce face. Don't even fucking look at him anymore," he said and ran his other hand through your hair grazing your scalp as he tugged on your hair. "Keep your eyes on me, you understand?"

You nodded again but this time grabbed his face and pressed a deep kiss into his lips spreading them apart with your tongue.

"Fuck," he moaned into your mouth.

Katsuki's hand moved down from your hair to your chest grabbing a handful of you.

"The hell is with this skimpy ass witch costume, it's sluttier than your damn hero costume," He groaned and moved down to trail kisses on your neck while continuing to press his now full-grown bulge into you.

"What? You don't like it?" You asked teasingly.

"Mm- fuckin' love it," He growled while kissing further down your neck making his way to your chest ensuring to taste all of your exposed skin.

"Alright times up," Mina yelled, throwing the closet door open without warning.

"Oh shit!" You exclaimed, placing your hands on Katsuki's shoulders to push him off but he didn't budge.

"Holy shit-" Denki exclaimed before being at a total loss of words.

Everyone stared with wide eyes frozen at the sight.

Mina slammed the door back shut.

"Uh- maybe we leave them with their privacy," She said, her face flushed. "Let's just- um go back to the game," she stuttered.

"Yeah good idea," Eijiro nodded, as everyone awkwardly made their way back to sitting in a circle.

Thank you for reading everyone!

Tags: @unofficialmuilover

[kamwilliamsonn]

Stars - Caroline Graham Hansen

Dating Caro wasn't always easy, especially when you played in another country

Your girlfriend, Caro, was your favourite person, there was never any doubt in it, but it wasn't easy, with you playing for Chelsea, and her for Barcelona, you didn't see each other as much as you both would wish.

Which is why Champions League nights were your favourite.

You knew that one of you would end up ruining the others dream at the end of this game, one would continue on, and one would go home.

But that didn't matter, you knew that at the end of the game, you were going back to her house.

Win or lose.

She was your love, your life.

It was no surprise when the plane landed and the Barça player was there to greet you.

"Oh, y/n invited an enemy!" Sam shouted with a teasing grin, your national teammate always taking a chance to annoy you.

You just rolled your eyes at the brunette. "Shut up, Sammy, not everything is about football."

A gasp echoed around your teammates, one you knew wasn't real, causing you to shake your head and run towards your girl.

Her arms opened wide as you jumped into them, your legs wrapping around her waist as her arms supported you.

Your head fell comfortably into the crook of her neck, "Jeg har savnet deg, min kjære." "I've missed you, my love." She mumbles out, putting you down, only to place soft kisses all over your face.

"I've missed you too, so much. Facetime doesn't show the real you. I've missed your face," you started, cupping her face in your hands as she pulled away to look you in the eyes. "I've missed your eyes," you gazed softly into her blue eyes, having completely missed the way they could make you feel like you were floating out at sea. They'd trap you, and you never wanted them to stop. "But God, I've missed your kisses." You pulled her into a passionate kiss, her hands going to hold your waist and pull you in tighter, while your hands moved from her face, into her hair.

It's the hollers from your teammates that cause you both to pull away, but you don't leave her grip. Her arms stay tight around your waist as you spun around in her grip.

Her head rests in the crook of your neck, leaving kisses on the soft part of your neck as your teammates come to join you.

Caro had been the only person to score in the home leg against your beloved blues, a game that was only 4 days earlier, but the way Caro was holding you, would make anybody think it could've been a year.

"God you two are disgustingly cute." Erin said, her accent so strong, Caro couldn't fully understand what she said, but the way you rolled your eyes told her it was teasing.

"You're just jealous you aren't in a relationship, Ez." You told her, making Caro smile and put her head back against your neck to try and hide it.

"Okay, we have to get back to the hotel now, my love, but I'll see you later.." You started, being interrupted by Emma.

She smiled as she got closer to the pair of you. "You can head back to her house, if you'd like, you know that when you're in the same city as Caroline, you don't sit still."

Your girlfriend begins to laugh at you, her face still hidden.

"You shut up." You told her, warningly, making her nod instantly and Sam start laughing instead. A glare from you shut her up as well.

"Okay, so, back to mine, and then I drop you off at the stadium tomorrow." She whispered to you, making you look back at her with a nod, your eyes full of love.

"Okay, my girls, I will see you all tomorrow." You told your teammates as you started to walk backwards, as if the teasing wouldn't happen if you slowly retreat.

That clearly didn't work.

"Don't forget that you're not allowed to do anything before a game!"

"SHUT UP, MILLIE."

-

After she dropped you both off at the stadium the next day, you didn't fully get a chance to talk to each other, there was a whole lot of media, and training, and then it was warm ups, and the game.

But that didn't mean you weren't sneaking looks at each other, you stared at her with pure love in her eyes as she did her interview, while waiting for your own.

She kept looking at you while you were doing your warm up, and you linked hands with a soft smile while lining up for kick off.

But no words were exchanged, not until the 73' minute the score was 2-1 on aggregate, Guro had scored Chelsea's first goal of the game in the 67' minute, but you were still fishing for that equaliser.

You had the ball at your feet, and you were running, you wanted that goal, and you didn't want to stop for nothing.

But, you don't always get everything you want.

Mapi came in from the side, a tackle that sent you rolling over her, she got the ball, and luckily didn't clip your ankle, but, the way your head hit the floor left it pounding.

You held your head in your hands as you rolled onto your front, you rested it against the floor, trying to make the pain stop.

The whistle was blown instantly, and Mapi was back at your side, apologising over and over again. But that didn't matter when Caro ran over, she was on the other side of the pitch, but the moment she saw you go down, she ran.

She shoved Mapi out of the way, and had it been anybody else, Mapi would have shoved her back, but the way that you cried and held your head made her think she deserved it.

"Hello, my love, can you lift your head for me." She told you as the medics arrived, knowing that you were more likely to do so for her then anybody else.

As you looked up, you almost started crying more, unable to see the girl you loved so much, you couldn't make out her face.

"Hey, come on, don't cry." She told you, being careful as she held your face, the medic checking your pupils.

"That's definitely a concussion. She's going to have fo be subbed off." Your medic spoke, making you cry even more.

"I just wanted to score, Caro, I just wanted to score, I don't wanna be subbed off, I wanna score." You told her. "And I can't see your face. I wanna see your face."

All you were seeing was stars.

But all you wanted to see was your star.

She ran straight over to Jona the moment you were brought off and told him to sub her off or she was gonna get herself a red card so she was forced off.

Claudia came on in her place, and she legged if to the changing rooms. Wanting nothing else but to be there with you.

With her girl.

BOOM, ASKED AND WRITTEN. I actually really liked this, and I think it's brilliant. I hope that you (especially you @wosofie ) enjoyed :))

[bittersweetcreep]

All According to Plan Red Luna! Darling x Yandere! Damian

Part 1

Author's Note: This is part 2 of my Talia Al Ghul and Red Luna post, but you can read this as a standalone.

A nice breeze rustled the tree's leaves, and sitting underneath that very tree was Luna. She was spending her free time sketching away in her sketchbook. Art was a nice way for her to relax and let her guard down. It can be so taxing to be constantly aware of her surroundings, It's nice to let go of that need to be ready for an incoming attack. That's the reason why she didn't sense a presence coming towards her. She didn't sense them sitting on the grass next to her, she didn't feel their stare.

Feeling a hand tuck her hair behind her ear was the moment she realized someone was there. Turning her head, she was met with Damian Al Ghul. He had this look of confidence and was wearing a devilish smile when he spoke his voice was filled with fondness as he greeted her. "Hello Luna."

Choosing to be polite, she signed back to him °Al Ghul. What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you this time around?° moving his fingers, he began to stroke her cheek. He seemed to be admiring her. "Don't worry your pretty little head, I'm not here to kill anyone. I'm not even an Al Ghul at the moment." She noticed he used the words 'at the moment', so he must be staying with his father at the moment but will return to Talia. Now that Luna thinks about it, who is Damian's father? After all, Talia wouldn't just procreate with anyone. It's probably best she doesn't know.

°If you're not here on a job, then why are you here?° Resting an elbow on his knee, Damian was once again wearing that devilish smile while he spoke. "I'm here for you, I wanted to spend time with the Red Luna who bested the heir of the League of Assassins and Talia Al Ghul herself." Picking himself up off the ground, he extended his hand for Luna to take. "What do you say, Luna? Will you do me the honor of showing you a good time?"

There was a moment of silence between them before Luna responded °As long as nobody gets killed, I don't see the harm.° putting her art supplies and sketchbook in her messenger bag, Luna took Damian's hand. Once being pulled to her feet, she signed one more thing before they left. °Don't make me regret this.° bring her hand up to his lips he reassured her. "I wouldn't dream of it."

He took her to a large warehouse like building that had the words Palette Paradise on it. The building was surprisingly walking distance from the park they were at. Once inside the building, they were greeted by a receptionist who opened a door for them. Damian offered his hand, giving Luna a reassuring smile. Deciding to trust him, she took his hand as he guided her inside.

The door closed shut behind them, leaving them in a pitch-black room. This put Luna on edge, but then the room lit up with millions of floating lights. Blue, pink, and yellow covered the sky around them. It truly was a beautiful sight, one where Luna couldn't look away from. Damian couldn't look away either, but it wasn't the lights that had his attention it was Luna.

Her eyes shined even brighter than those lights, and she had the biggest smile on her face. She was radiating pure joy and wonder as she stared up in awe at all of the colors in the sky. Damian swears he was falling for her all over again.

Entering the next room, they were greeted by the sound of birds chirping with a sunny sky. It had this peaceful atmosphere to it, but a sudden struck of lighting broke that atmosphere. The loud sound startled Luna, causing her to jump back into Damian's arms. Then dark and stormy clouds started to surround them both with low lighting coming from under their feet in an ashy purple tone. It suddenly started to rain too but for some reason she wasn't getting wet.

The sudden sound of laughter coming from Damian snapped the girl out of her surprise and shocked. Twirling her around, he placed his hand around her waist while clasping her other hand in his. "Follow my lead." They began to dance while staring into each others eyes. For some reason, Damian staring at her with his dominating gaze is making her feel shy, and her cheeks seem to be heating up too. Why is she feeling like this? And why is her heart racing? Can he hear the pounding her heart is making?

After exploring the other rooms, they left Palette Paradise. Damian wanted to treat her to something sweet, saying he had a place in mind. What Luna didn't know was that he was treating her to Puff Perfection, a high-end bakery that's known for their luxury desserts only the rich can afford. Tugging the back of the teen's shirt to get his attention, she informed the boy of the cost of this place °Not here, this place's desserts are costly. I know other places that are much more affordable.°

Placing a hand on her head, Damian gave a reassuring smile. "There's no need to worry about prices. You can trust me to treat you to something sweet." Trusting his words, she (with some apprehension) stepped inside of Puff Perfection. They were immediately escorted to a private table on the balcony and were given a shared menu that's filled with nothing but desserts.

Luna planned to get something cheap, but seeing all of the mouth-watering desserts that thought was thrown out the window fast and her sweet tooth took over her. There were so many tasty desserts with so many flavors. How can she choose one when her sweet tooth is telling her to eat them all. "Hey Luna, look right here." Damian pointed his finger to something called The Sweetheart Special. Reading it, the special comes with a triangular raspberry and rose essence cake covered in a pink ombré buttercream, a pink ombré macaron tower with rose Italian buttercream and hibiscus rose chocolate ganache and a rose milk tea latte.

"You wanna get that?" Giving him a thusiastic nod (which is just her nodding her head up and down super fast) Damain calls their waiter over and told them,"We'll be getting The Sweetheart Special." Luna was surprised to see the waiter back so soon as they didn't even wait for a full minute, but that thought was long gone when he served them their drinks and desserts.

Picking up her fork, she took a slice of cake into her mouth and let out a satisfied moan. Luna swore when she took that bite she bit into a slice of sweet berry paradise. Wanting to share this little slice of heaven, she took a portion of her cake and held her fork out for Damian to take. He leaned over and took a bite off of her fork.

Luna took a sip of her rose milk tea. When placing her cup back on the table, she was met with the sight of a macaron. Pressing the cookie to her lips, she took the hint and bit into the macaron. Damian took what's left of the cookie into his mouth. They took their time eating the rest of their desserts and continued feeding each other while making menial chatter.

"So you're telling me you don't have a TV or a laptop, but you have a flip phone that can only call people?"

°And a apple iPod.°

"You should come over to my place sometime. I could show you a few TV shows you might like or even a movie."

°We'll see°

Luna looked over the balcony to see the sky painted in an orange hue and the sun setting far off in the distance. This is usually the time she would be heading home to get ready, but the thought of her time with Damian coming to an end saddened her. There was a selfish part of her that wanted to skip her vigilante duties to stay with Damian a little longer, but she knew she couldn't.

°I should be going, I have something that can't be left unchecked.°

"I understand. My father is expecting me soon anyway."

Getting up from their sets, they walked past many rows of empty booths. Now that Luna thought about it, the whole place was empty when they first walked in, and the Palette Paradise was too. It didn't make sense with a place like Puff Perfection she expected the place to be jam-packed, but there wasn't a single customer in sight. Deciding not to dwell on it, she continued to follow Damain past the receptionists desk (she chose not to say anything when he didn't go to pay them) and towards the entrance were he held the door open for her to go through.

°You made today a real dream, makes me wish i could stay with you and never wake up°

"Luna." he said her name in a breathy tone as he looked at her with all the love and passion he held for her. With one hand, she continued to sign while the other reached for her phone. °We should do this again sometime. Do you mind if I get your number? I would like to schedule our next meet-up. °

Taking the flip phone from her hand, Damian started to put in his contacts. "I was thinking of taking you to the glass pebble beach to do some swimming, maybe take you jet skiing too." Finished typing in his number, the raven-haired teen handed her phone back to her °I don't have a swimsuit° she looked at her phone to see his number with the name 'Your Personal Demon❤️‍🔥' attached to it. "Don't worry, we can stop and get you one on the way there. My treat."

°Ok, then I hope to see you soon.° leaning forward, Luna placed her lips on Damian's, catching him by surprise. Pulling away, he was met with her gentle smile. Giving him a small wave, she turned around and started making the journey to her house. Leaving behind a lovestruck Damian.

Bonus Sense

Walking through the mansion's doors was a glowing Damian who had this dreamy expression on his face. He was practically floating off the ground as he made his way to his room without a care in the world. He even passed Dick without so much as giving him a glance, which freaked out the ravenette as he's never had an interaction with the kid without hostility. With a million questions Dick headed off to the man who always had the answers.

Rushing to the billionaire's office, he slammed the doors open and screamed, "Bruce! Something's wrong with the hellspawn!" Looking up from his paperwork, said man responded to the raven-haired male in a calm tone."In what way is something's wrong with Damian?" "I walked past him without being threatened, insulted, or being stabbed, and he had this weird look on his face that Damian would NEVER be caught dead wearing by anyone, let alone ME."

Looking back to his paperwork, he responded to Dick "Well Luna does have that effect on him." This confused the circus boy."I know that much, but he was out as Damian, not Robin." With a dismissive tone, the affluent man answered him. "And now she knows Damian Wayne." Running a hand through his hair Dick let out a frustrated groan. "What did he do this time?"

Without missing a beat, he asked his question, "He took her on a date, and from what you're saying, it went well." "I guess that explains why he's acting like a Disney princess, and let me guess he used the Wayne's name for this date of his?" There was a small pause before he answered with a simple "Yes." Bruce looked up to see Dick making a face. "And you allowed this because?" Letting out a deep sigh, he started explaining himself "Talia for lack for a better word 'persuaded' me and Damian promise to in his words 'play nice with the mediocre villains and your non-biological son'."

"Hmm.... for how long?" The billionaire rubbed his temples to ease the incoming headache. "Originally, he proposed 2 weeks -" "Go figure." Bruce gave a stern glare. Dick chose to shut his mouth and let the man continue. "I propose 6 weeks with the addition of providing all the resources needed for more dates with Luna." Dick cocked his head to the side. "And if he went back on his word, you'll pull back all of those resources?" "Exactly, and I have a feeling these dates with Luna will keep him on his best behavior."

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Dream team (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**So this is the other CL related imagine I got for you but there is a bit of a twist. I was asked to give the characters some backstory, hence why this is more than just about the CL and the celebrations. I like that the request was more specific like this since it’s more interesting for me to write and hopefully for you to read. I hope you enjoy it! ❤️**

Word count: 2452

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Every time a kid decides to play football, the dreams begin. I’ll win the Champions League one day, I’ll represent my country in a World Cup, …

For you, those dreams seemed harder to reach, since women’s football wasn’t treated seriously when you were a child. But that didn’t stop you from dreaming or from playing. If no other girls wanted to play, you didn’t care. You’d join the boys playing in the park, not giving them the chance of saying you weren’t allowed there. That’s how one day you met another little boy who also had very big dreams.

“Who is she? And why is she better than all of you?”, asked little Rúben to one of his friends, who just shrugged.

He always tried to get you on his team but was never chosen as a captain even if he knew he’d be one in the future. You were chosen last most of the time because of the boys’ stupidity and refusal to acknowledge you were better than them. But that still meant he got to play on your team sometimes. Most of the time, however, you were on opposite teams because the other team’s captain had a crush on you and started to pick you just so he could talk to you. And while Rúben was a defender, you were a striker…so things didn’t always end up in a nice way for you two.

“Stop kicking me!”, complained Rúben.

“You are the one who’s always kicking me!”

“I’m a defender. I’m just trying to take the ball from you”.

“And because you’re so bad, you end up kicking me”.

The bickering went on for years. But also, a friendship started to grow between you two. People were always shocked when they saw you laugh at Rúben’s comments that you couldn’t play well because you were a girl. Because they didn’t get it was you two joking. And you told him about plenty of things he was allegedly bad at for being a stupid boy. He understood you and respected you…but there were things he didn’t fully understand.

One of the reasons why so many girls give up sports while they’re teens is reaching puberty and when it was time for you to face that, it was more challenging than you expected. Growing pains were bad enough but playing when you had your period almost made you cry. But you didn’t give up.

“Ahhh!”, you yelled when another boy elbowed you in the stomach. The way you held your lower stomach made the boy worry. He didn’t want to hurt you, he just tried to push you out of his way.

“Come on”, laughed Rúben, not realizing the seriousness of your pain. “You hit me like that all the time and I don’t complain. You’re so weak”.

“Yes, because I’m a girl, right?”, you screamed at his face and got up to leave.

Rúben didn’t understand why you reacted like that. You always joked about the other being weak. Why was it different now? He didn’t know how weird it felt for you to be going through all those changes. And even if he knew, he wouldn’t understand them because he wasn’t going through the same and never was going to.

Your reaction worried him, so he tried to follow you. It must have been serious if you were reacting and leaving like that. And it didn’t take him long to find you because you were sitting on the floor not far from the park, crying.

“Hey! Are you ok? I didn’t realise he hit you so badly. Do you need a doctor or something? Can I see the bruise? No, maybe better if I don’t or I’ll go back and punch him”.

“Rúben, shut up”.

“Tell me you’re ok and I will”.

“I am, it’s not an injury. I…have my period”.

“It’s that…the thing where…emmm…you know?”

That made you laugh. You were both barely teens, of course he found periods gross. You didn’t find them that appealing either.

“Yes, that thing”.

“So he didn’t hurt you?”

“No. Just touched the area that already hurt”.

You both stayed silent for a second before you hugged your legs with one arm and your stomach with the other to try and get some relief from the pain.

“You should go home and have some medicine”.

“It hurts to walk”, you admitted. When you tried to leave, the pain stopped you from moving further.

Rúben tried to think quickly of what to do. He could call your parents but he wasn’t sure they were home. And he knew his were still at work. So it’d have to be him who helped you.

“Give me your hand”, he said, standing from where he was sitting next to you.

“I can’t”.

“Just stand. It’ll be fine. I promise”.

So you took his hand and stood with his help. That only made the pain worse and you tried to sit back again but Rúben didn’t let you. He bent down to lift you in his arms so he could carry you home.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you home. Do you have a better idea?”

You laughed, grateful for a friend like him. “You just want to show off how strong you are, right? Taking the damsel in distress home”.

“I might throw the damsel to the nearest river if she doesn’t stop talking”, he bantered back, smiling.

When you got to your house, he asked for your keys to open the door.

“Just ring the bell. Dad should be back already”.

But there was no need because your dad had seen you approaching the house and ran to the door to see what had happened to you.

“Are you ok? What happened?”

“It’s period cramps, dad. Mum told you it could happen again”.

“She did…come in. Take her to her room and I’ll take it from there. Thank you, Rúben”.

“Not a problem”.

After Rúben left you in your room, he went downstairs to say goodbye to your dad, who was getting ready a hot water bottle for you.

“I’ll leave now. See you soon”.

“Thank you again, Rúben”.

“No need to thank me”.

“By the way, don’t take too long to ask her out or someone might beat you to it”.

“What?”, the colour was drained from Rúben’s face.

“She’ll say yes, don’t worry”.

And even though Rúben was almost scared of being near you for a whole week, worried your dad had made similar comments to you, he didn’t take long to ask you out. And of course, you said yes.

                                      **

The first dream to achieve was to at least make it to professional player and it ended up being fairly easy for you and Rúben. Everyone could spot your talent easily and both of you loved working hard. So dream one was accomplished.

Winning a trophy was easier for Rúben but the advantage of playing for one of the biggest teams in Portugal also helped. But you won trophies too. And the result of all that success was getting offers to go play in other leagues.

That was a dream you didn’t necessarily prioritise. But still, you did better than Rúben, getting a move to play for Barcelona before he signed for City. That came with the challenge of being in a long-distance relationship but if someone could make it work, it’d be you two.

“I can’t believe you’re not here supporting me. You’re so mean”.

“Ha ha! You’re so funny, Rúben. I’m playing to win my second Champions League, not a silly cup”.

He laughed but then sighed. “I hate this. I want to be there with you. And both of our matches are at the same time so I can’t even watch it on tv”.

“I know”.

Whoever decided to schedule the FA Cup and the Women’s Champions League final on the same day and at the same exact time deserved a slap in the back of the head. You also wanted to be there for Rúben or to at least see him on TV. But the biggest match of the season awaited you.

Winning the Champions was that dream all kids had and you had already achieved it. But losing the final last year hurt so much, you all wanted revenge. And you got it. You got to lift the trophy with all your teammates again. There was no better feeling.

Well, actually there was. Because in both Eindhoven and London, two players ran to the bench after their matches ended to ask for the result of the match their partner was playing. And after finding out you had both won, the happiness you both felt was even bigger.

yourusername well-deserved rest with my fellow Champions League winners!! 🏆🍹🏝️

-marialeonn16: 👑👑

-keirawalsh: love you! ❤️

-rubendias: not trying to say it’s not deserved but…

  -yourusername: Rúben, stop.

  -rubendias: but your boyfriend plays the Champions League final tomorrow and will miss seeing you there supporting him.

  -yourusername: he’ll survive.

  -alexiaputellas: you two are adorable! 🤣

What Rúben didn’t know was that you were going to cut your trip with your teammates short to go to Istambul and see him play. As if you were going to miss the final!

You debated whether to let him know you were there before or after the match. But after spotting you there, some of the pundits called your name to get you to do a quick interview for their channels.

Rúben heard your name when he was going out to warm up and felt very confused…until he saw you standing there. When you noticed him looking at you, you waved and laughed. The camera also turned to see him and they caught his little run towards you.

"I can't believe you're here", he said, hugging you.

"Did you really think I would miss it? Give me some credit, babe".

"I have to go. But I'm winning it for you. You know that, right?"

"I already have two Champions Leagues. Win it for you", you joked, but he could see you tearing up. Because the beauty of both of you being so successful was feeling like your victories didn't just belong to each one of you but to both.

After giving you a quick kiss, he left to join his teammates again.

"So that was Rúben", you joked, looking back at the camera and trying not to show all the emotions you were feeling. "He was just asking me for some advice on how to win a major trophy".

Not that he needed that advice, because a couple of hours later, he was also a Champions League winner. Both of you had accomplished that dream now.

You knew how painful it was not having him by your side after you won your trophy so it didn't take you long to join him on the pitch to celebrate with him.

"I'll photoshop you on my trophy pics so we can put both at home", you told him while posing with the trophy. "Oh, and there is a Portuguese channel that wanted to interview us if you won".

You took his hand to lead him to where the journalists were but he stopped you.

"What's wrong? Why are you making me move around? And you're barely looking at me".

"Because if I look at you I'll cry".

"Don't be so mean, I didn't have time to shower and do my hair after the match".

When you finally looked at him, as promised, you started to cry. "Why am I so proud of you? I hate this. I don't like crying in public".

Rúben just laughed and hugged you again, letting you hide your face against his chest. "I'm really proud of you too".

When you were done crying, you both walked to do the interview.

"It's a shame you don't have your trophy and medal with you today. We would love a couples photo with the two champions. You have to make that happen".

"We'll try", you laughed.

"I can't help with the trophy because I don't even know where hers is but we can share the medal tonight".

He took his medal off to put it around your neck.

"Will you be joining the City celebrations?"

"Of course. Rúben can't be left alone around alcohol", you joked.

"Oh, are you uncovering his secrets? Is he a party boy?"

"No, the opposite. And he can't handle drinking much. So many muscles but still…such a lightweight".

Rúben was rolling his eyes. "It's not true".

"Sure, honey. It's not true at all…but I'll be there just in case".

Even if Rúben had to leave a few times to get photos done with the team and to do more interviews, it never took him long to get back to you.

"Maybe we could skip the party", he whispered in your ear.

"You'll regret missing it if you do. But we don't have to stay there long".

"You're right".

So off to the party it was and, well, you hated being always right but you knew your boyfriend well. So when you saw him vomit after just a couple of shots, you were the only one there who wasn't surprised. Most of his teammates were laughing their heads off, of course. Both the ones who were sober and the ones who had drunk more than you and Rúben had in your entire lives.

"Come here, big boy. Let's take you to the bathroom".

"I feel fine", he complained.

"Yes, I'm sure you do. Vomiting is a great feeling".

After making sure he was ok, you ordered him some water and he actually felt good enough to stay at the party a little longer. Some of the alcohol got to his system before he was sick, and he kept you on the dancefloor for a while.

When you noticed people starting to leave for the hotel, you told Rúben you should go too. He looked so tired.

"Today was such a good day", he sighed when he was finally able to lie down in bed.

"You think? I think I should have stayed in the Maldives with the girls".

"Nooo! You belong here with me".

"With my Champions League winner?", you asked, laying down next to him and putting your head on his chest, right next to where his medal was.

"Yes, with me. Can you believe we've achieved all this? I sometimes have to pinch myself to make sure it's not a dream. It feels like it was yesterday when we were playing at the park and joking about all the trophies we were going to win. No one else in the group won anything".

"I know, but we did. Together".

[beanzwrites]

Jess Asks for Help

Dean x sister! reader x Sam

Inspired by Episode 1

Description: As Dean is trying to convince Sam to join the the expedition to find dad, the youngest Winchester helps Sam's girlfriend in the kitchen.

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        The road was eerily vacant as Dean slowly presses the gas pedal on the Impala. He stops in front of a particular building, observing the complex for any openings he could get into.

        "So, this is where Sammy lives?" (Name) whispers from the backseat, nervous to speak any louder in fear of somehow alerting someone.

        "Yeah," Dean replies while putting the key in his jacket. He steps out of the car, leaning down to look at his sister. "Stay in the car; I'll be back in a few."

        "Okay," she murmurs, leaning slightly against the driver's seat. "Hurry back." He nods before shutting the door.

        Soon enough though, (Name) got bored. She retraces her brother's steps and begins to climb up the building with the upmost caution. She makes it to the window and crawls in.

"(Name)-"                       

"I thought I told you to stay in the car."

        Two voices spoke at the same time. Both of her brothers were standing a few feet from the window. A smile etches across the young Winchester's face. She races to hug her second oldest brother. "Sam!"

        Hey, how are you?" Sam asks softly, gently wrapping his arms around her.

        "I missed you," She says.

        "Sam?" a woman's voice calls from the doorway. Light sheds through the room as a lamp turns on, revealing a pretty blondie in her sleepwear.

        "Jess... hey," Sam says, pushing his sister away slightly. He looks at Dean, frowning. "Dean, this is my girlfriend Jessica."

        "Wait, your brother Dean?"Jessica questions with a small smile, "so this must be (Name)," she said, looking at the only girl in the room besides her.

        "I love the smurfs," Dean says suddenly, a lazy grin on his face. (Name) rolls her eyes. "You know, I gotta tell you, you are way out of my brother's league." Dean proceeds to get closer to Jessica, ignoring the fact his siblings were still in the rooms.

        "Just let me put something on," Jessica replies, glancing at Sam for help. 

        "no, no, no. I wouldn't dream of it... seriously. Anyway, I got to borrow your boyfriend  here to talk about some private family business but, uh, nice meet'n you."

        "No," Sam states boldly as he walks over to Jess's side, "no, whatever you want to say, you can say in front of her."

        "Ok," Dean says, "um, Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

        "So he's working overtime, he'll stumble back in sooner or later," Sam retorts coolly. 

        "Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days." Silence fills the room as Sam thinks for a brief moment.

        "Jess, excuse us." the brothers walk towards the door, leaving behind the two females in the room.

        "(Name)," Jess says after a brief pause, "would you like to help with breakfast?"

        (Name) watches as the hot liquid drizzles into the coffee pot, rising ounce by ounce until it reaches full capacity. Jessica stood behind her cutting strawberries into a bowl.

        "You seem to know how to work that thing," Jess says, trying to make conversation.

        "Yeah. I make coffee for my dad and Dean sometimes. Never tried it though."

        "You're close with your family, aren't you?"

        "Kind of."

        "That's nice. You must have been sad when Sam left for college."

        "Devastated," (Name) mutters, turning around to look at Jessica, "We've been through a lot..."

        "I'm sure," she replies. She pops a strawberry into her mouth, then offers one to the girl. "Strawberry?"

        "Love one," (Name) smiles back, snagging one from the bowl. The two females begin to joke around, sharing the fruit between them, until Sam comes in.

        "Come on (Name), we're leaving," he says as he heads to one of the rooms at the back of the apartment. Jess follows after him. (Name) follows suit, but hesitates at the end of the hallway.

        "Wait, your taking off?" Jess's voice can be heard from the room. "Is this about your dad? Is he alright?"

        After a few minutes, Sam comes out with a duffel bag hanging from his shoulder. Jess leans against the bedroom doorway, waving goodbye. Sam took (Name) by the shoulders, guiding her out of the apartment and down the stairs.

        "So, your coming with us?" (Name) asks in hope.

        "Just until Monday."

        "Good enough for me."

[ali-annals]

Is this Hope just a Mystical Dream? (i)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: T+ | WC: 2.7k | CW: Discussions of death/murder, dark humour, temporary character death, mentioned permanent offscreen character death (it's the villains it's fine/hj), morally grey MDC >:) | A/N: For the loml @sarcasticbambi <3 | ao3 | PART TWO (final) |

Did you know that some soulmates' souls are literally connected, meaning that when one half dies, the other follows them soon after to a personalized deathscape? Marinette and Jason sure did.

3…2…

Bruce wasn’t coming. Jason squeezed his eyes shut.

...1… 

“Dad.”

Kaboom!

~~~

A soft white light surrounded the cloudlike bed he lay on, surprisingly not hurting his eyes when he opened them.

This was clearly not his room and he was not dressed as Robin. Maybe someone got him out of there in time after all? Maybe Sheila came back for him?

He didn’t feel hurt and wrapped in bandages or high on painkillers like the beating he’d received warranted. Had he been in a coma and was fully healed now?

“Bruce? Alfred? Dick? B?”

When no one answered his calls for his family, he edged out of bed, feeling as spry as ever, and cautiously stepped into a hallway. 

This was definitely not the Manor, but it had a similar appearance. He wandered around, taking in the kitchen, living room, and a few other rooms eerily similar to the Manor’s. Then he saw the library.

Shelves full of his favourite volumes, plus his ever-growing list of books he wanted to read. A couch that looked like he could stay there for days, getting immersed in a thousand fictional worlds. Steaming tea just the way he liked on a table next to the fire, a bookmark in place at Chapter 34, where he’d paused his reading to disembark the plane in Ethopia. 

A scuff drew his attention away from the setup of his dreams. He looked up, expecting Bruce or maybe Alfred or Dick, but it was a stranger. A girl with black hair and blue-grey eyes and a worried smile, around his height. 

“Bonjour. J’mapelle Marinette.”

He eyed her carefully before deciding she wasn’t an immediate threat and relaxing from his defensive stance. “Hi, I’m Jason. Where am I? What is this place? What happened?”

The girl–Marinette–sighed and plopped onto the far end of the couch he was standing beside. “What’s the last thing you remember? Before you woke up here?”

“Um…I was in a warehouse, a bomb was about to go off. Joker beat me and left, but I managed to free m–my mother.--Do you know who saved me? Where B is?”

She smiled sadly, placing her hand on his knee in a confusing gesture of comfort. “I’m sorry, Jason…you’re dead.”

He gaped at her. “What?! Why are you here, then?”

“I’m your soulmate. We meet here, in this deathscape of ours. You know how some soulbonds manifest through dreams?”

“How do you know so much about this? How…long have you been here?”

“I just arrived, but I’ll be leaving soon, I think. I’m Ladybug, one of Paris’s heroes. Our team is powered by magical jewellery, which house tiny gods that lend us their powers to fight. Mine, the Ladybug Kwami of Creation, Order, and Good Luck, is one of the oldest kwami, and she explained the deathscape concept to me after the first time I died and ended up here.”

Jason shook his head. “That’s a lot to take in. Paris has heroes? And magical jewellery? The Justice League has seen weirder, though, so I guess you make sense. But you shouldn’t go around telling people your secret identity like that!” he scolded suddenly, straightening. “You could end up…”

Like me. Apparently, dead. 

Ah wait, she is already.

She smiled sadly as he trailed off. “You’re my soulmate, if I can’t trust you, who can I?”

Jason sputtered, unused to such easy reassurance. “Still, you only just met me. Why did you say you’ll be leaving soon? Scratch that, why did you say ‘the first time I died’?!”

She grimaced. “My kwami has the ability to restore any damage that happens during a fight. Now that I’m dead, my teammates will pass my Miraculous on to one of them and continue the fight. Once it’s over, Miraculous Ladybug will cover the city and reverse any side effects of the fight, which includes my death. I’ve been in and out of this deathscape several times.

“I must say, this is a new look for it, though. It usually looks like a mix of my favourite places and my home, but this time it’s quite changed. I guess you influenced it since you’ll be here a while longer than me.”

“What?”

“Deathscapes are tailored to the soulmates’ lives, or so my kwami tells me. You must be well off, huh?” she glanced around the poshly furnished room.

“My dad is pretty rich, yeah,” he shrugged. “Er…how many times have …”

“Have I died? Mmm…28,379 I think. Will you throw me a party if I hit 30,000?” she blinked innocently at him.

He stared at her incredulously. “How are you so blasé about it?”

She shrugged. “Dark humour helps…and it makes others uncomfortable, so it’s not just me. And death is a social construct, y’know? So far, it hasn’t stuck. I’m sure you’ll un-unalive too. But a lot of these deaths, like 27,000, were in a now-erased timeline. So only 1,379 belong to other timelines.”

Taking pity on his confused look, she explained. “Two of the Miraculous have time abilities. We often spend hundreds of loops on one akuma, and until we figure out the correct sequence of events to take it down, we have to keep replaying the fight. Sometimes the collateral is a little higher than we’d like. But don’t worry, only a couple of us team members remember the timelines. The civilians are blissfully unaware.”

“That’s great for them but it must be tough for you, not being able to talk about it or get sympathy for it, Marinette.” Jason could feel his heart squeezing in sympathy for his new-found soulmate.

Taking a leap of faith (he was dead, what more could happen?) he told her his biggest secret. “I’m a hero too, so I understand how that feels, though I don’t have powers.” Being Robin gives me magic! “I’m Robin. From Gotham.”

“My ex-best friend loves superheroes; I think I heard her talk about you before. You work with Batman, right?”

“Yep. Can...I ask how you died?”

“The battle’s been going on for 24 hours. I was slow. I missed a piece of metal and got impaled. Can’t say it was the nicest way I’ve gone. You?”

Crowbar. Which hurts more? A or– ”I went looking for my biomom. Found her working as a doctor in Ethopia. Joker, one of B’s Rogues,  was blackmailing her. I offered to help her and she sold me out to him. He…beat me with a crowbar, then turned on Sheila and left us in the warehouse with a bomb. I untied her and she escaped but I couldn’t…B didn’t…didn’t make it.” I hope he kills the clown.

Marinette winced. “I’m sorry.” After a pause, she added, “the piece of metal that impaled me was a crowbar, too. Kinda poetic, both of us dying by crowbar, huh?”

He snorted. “Crowbar buddies. Cool. When you get resurrected, do you think we can stay in contact somehow? Phone, ghostly apparition or haunting, telepathy, something?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll ask my kwami, Tikki. Try anything you can think of, I’ll be listening. While we’re waiting, do you wanna play 20 Questions?”

“Sure, but we have to answer our questions too, to get more mileage out of them.”

“Sounds good to me! Okay, when is your birthday? Mine is July 9–I’m fifteen.”

“August 16 and I’m fifteen, too. Oh–I can’t answer this one. What day is it?”

“April 27th, why?”

“I thought I lost time. Still the day I died. Do you like to read? I do.”

She looked around the well-filled library in surprise. “You mean these books aren’t mine?” she gasped sarcastically. “It’s not my favourite hobby, but I like classics and well written books.”

The game continued, the two traumatized teenagers bonding over mutual interests and mocking the other when they disagreed. 

Finally Marinette looked at Jason. “I’m leaving now. I’m sure I’ll be back–hopefully not too soon. Is there anything you want me to look up to tell you when I return?”

“If Bruce killed Joker yet. Where I’m buried. Don’t come back for 80 years!”

“No promises! I’ll see what I can find. Au revoir, soulmate!” With a shimmer, she disappeared.

Jason collapsed lengthwise on the couch, suddenly feeling incredibly lonely. “Now what?”

~~~

The first time Marinette died, she’d woken up in a strange bed in a huge fancy house that was much nicer than Adrien’s. It definitely had a more lived-in, home-like feel, for one. She’d just finished exploring its vast premises when she woke up again in Paris, to her teammates’ relief. 

Later, she’d asked Tikki about it. “You must have a soulmate, Marinette,” the kwami decided. “Some have dreamscapes, and a very few have deathscapes. They’re usually involved with the Miraculous or magic or supernatural forces of some kind. Both sides of the soulbond end up in the shared ‘scape when they die. They tend to join one another fairly soon…the Miraculous must affect it some. Your deaths are temporary because of the cure, so I do not know how that will affect your ‘mate’s bond and life. Your death must not be long enough for your soulmate to join you.”

The next several times she ended up there, Marinette took note of the things familiar to her from her life, such as the extensive sewing room. Other things hinted at aspects of her ‘mate’s personality, such as the large tea collection, the vast library, the well-equipped gym that has many types of equipment she wasn’t familiar with. 

The deathscape appeared to have been shaped around more of their life than hers, leading her to suspect that they would be in the ‘scape longer than her. 

And then she was fighting a metallokinetic akuma, and got impaled by a shiny crowbar. And there was someone else in the ‘scape with her–a boy with blue eyes and black hair, a little taller than her (but still pretty short) and scrawny but muscled, sipping tea and reading Pride and Prejudice. 

“Bonjour, J’mapelle Marinette.” Does he know he’s dead, he’s my soulmate, this is our deathscape? That it’s my fault we’re here right now?

He took the news fairly calmly, all things considered, and appeared to tolerate her, though it could just be loneliness and shock keeping him so subdued. She liked him, like she knew she would–he was funny and smart and well-read and had a nice smile. It was relaxing to get to know him, knowing he was her soulmate for a reason and she could trust him. Besides, they were dead, who was he gonna tell she was Ladybug? 

She was a little sad to feel the now-familiar tingling signalling her return to the land of the living. She only hoped that her return would somehow work through the bond to revive Jason as well, so he wouldn’t be stuck in their ‘scape alone for who knew how long. He knew enough he could look her up if he revived, she was pretty sure. 

Once she’d reassured her team that she was fine, she zipped home as fast as she could, desperate to talk to Tikki alone about her soulmate. 

Tikki hummed thoughtfully when Marinette asked if there was any way for her to contact Jason. The kwami told her to contact Adrien and get him to bring Plagg over so they could discuss a possible solution. 

While the miniature beings confabbed, Marinette told Adrien about Jason. 

Finally, Tikki turned to Marinette. “You should be able to communicate in a manner similar to telepathy.” The two kwami placed their paws on her forehead. “You can try to contact ~Jason~ now.”

“Jason? Can you hear me? It’s Marinette, your soulmate.”

“I can hear you loud and clear, Marinette. Can we contact each other? Is it telepathy?”

“Sort of…it’s like souls talking instead of our minds talking, because we’re uniquely linked?”

“Cool. Are you okay?”

“Of course, I’m alive now. The cure heals everything.”

~~~

Jason and Marinette talked to each other often, especially during school and fights, where he would coach or distract her as she wished (he was an invaluable help during her English and literature classes).

But even with his help during akuma fights, Marinette started dying more. Tikki said it was their bond trying to balance each other out, bringing them together once again. 

In October, Marinette appeared beside Jason yet another time. “Hi.”

“Hey. What happened this time?”

She flopped on the couch beside him, tilting his wrist so she could see the title of the book he was reading. “I have the Miraculous.”

The non sequitur made him blink until he remembered her telling him her plans to retrieve the two abused Miraculous from Hawkmoth.”Really? That’s great! Wait, why are you here then?”

She sighed. “Our bond. I think I’m gonna be here for a while. Anyways, I was with Adrien at his dad’s–’cause he’s Hawkmoth and that’s why Nathalie had a heart attack so young, she was using the broken peacock Miraculous–and we were all transformed. We fought and I got the Grimoire and Miraculous. Then Adrien and I switched and I cataclysmed Gabriel. Then we detransformed after we said Hawkmoth and Mayura were gone for good. I went home and apparently died again.”

“You cataclysmed Gabriel?!” Jason’s voice went up an octave.

“Yep. He deserved it. He ruined Adrien’s, my, my team’s lives, terrorised Paris for years, abused Nooroo and his powers…he absolutely had it coming.”

“I just can’t see my sweet pixie Marinette cataclysming someone,” Jason shook his head in disbelief. “You’re so longsuffering. Everyone has a limit, I guess–and I’m not saying he didn’t deserve it, I’m just surprised you did it.”

Marinette gave him a shaky smile. “I hold one of the two kwami of balance. I’m perfectly capable of balancing the scales where I need to.” She promptly burst into tears.

Jason panicked for a second, bewildered, but recovered quickly, scooting closer and wrapped his arms around her, letting her sob on his shoulder. 

“I’m so confused, Jay,” she wailed. “I’m glad he’s gone, but he was Adrien’s dad. I just killed one of my best friends’ parents! How can I feel so relieved to know everything is over? It’s not over for Adrien, I just made him an orphan! Yeah, he’ll be better off with his aunt, but that was still his father-”

Jason patted her back soothingly, understanding the sudden outpour of emotions coming from his soulmate as she was coming down from quite an adrenaline rush, being in a safe place to feel freely for the first time in years. He wouldn’t be surprised if she acted erratic and was extremely emotional for the next little while. He didn’t mind–he much preferred her to be her entire self, emotions and tears and all. 

“It’s okay to feel relieved, Marinette. It’s okay to feel sad, too, or angry, or guilty. Feel it all. You’re safe now.”

She breathed out a shuddering sob, squeezing her arms even tighter around him.

They sat there for a good while, Jason’s shirt absorbing all of Marinette’s emotions. Finally she wiped at her face, scrubbing the sleeve of her shirt over the tear and snot tracks. 

“Thank you, Jason,” she said hoarsely. 

“You’re welcome. Anytime, okay?”

She shot him a watery smile. “I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you that I portalled over to Gotham before the fight and cataclysmed Joker.”

His jaw dropped. “You what?!”

“He definitely deserved it.”

“You’ve got no arguments from me, believe me, I just–you killed him? Why?”

“It was about time. He killed and hurt hundreds of others and he killed you.” She cupped his face in her hands. “I’m thrilled I got to meet you and know you, but I’d far rather you alive than with me right now, if it meant Joker never killed you.”

“Thank you, Marinette,” he whispered, leaning his head against her shoulder. 

“You’re welcome. Anytime.” She repeated.

After a while he laced their fingers together, staring at their entwined hands. He looked at her. “I’m glad you’re my soulmate.”

“I am too. That you’re mine, I mean.”

“I know,” he snickered. “I…really like you.”

“Like, like-like?” she frowned. “That was too confusing. I like-like you as well, Jay.” Her gaze met his as they slowly leaned in.

Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips brushed over hers, so soft she barely felt them, and disappeared. She cracked one eye open.

Jason…wasn’t there.

“When I said I’d rather him alive than with me, I didn’t mean for him to resurrect before we even properly kissed for the first time!”

Taglist (open): @jennifer-rose123 @questioning-blob-of-fog

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 5/5

Book Blurb: Away games, back seats, and the locker room after hours... Get ready!   CLAY Marymount girls are good girls. We're chaste, we're untouched, and even if we weren't, no one would know, because we keep our mouths shut. Not that I have anything to share anyway. I never let guys go too far. I'm behaved.   Beautiful, smart, talented, popular, my skirt's always pressed, and I never have a hair out of place. I own the hallways, walking tall on Monday and dropping to my knees like the good Catholic girl I am on Sunday. That's me. Always in control. Or so they think. The truth is that it's easy for me to resist them, because what I truly want, they can never be. Something soft and smooth. Someone dangerous and wild. Unfortunately, what I want I have to hide. In the locker room after hours. In the bathroom stall between classes. In the showers after practice. My head swimming. My hand up her skirt. For me, life is a web of secrets. No one can find out mine. OLIVIA I cross the tracks every day for one reason—to graduate from this school and get into the Ivy League. I'm not ashamed of where I come from, my family, or how everyone at Marymount thinks my skirts are too short and my lipstick is too red. Clay Collins and her friends have always turned up their noses at me. The witch with her beautiful skin, clean shoes, and rich parents who torments me daily and thinks I won't fight back. At least not until I get her alone and find out she's hiding so much more than just what's underneath those pretty clothes. The princess thinks I'll scratch her itch. She thinks she's still pure as long as it's not a guy touching her. I told her to stay on her side of town. I told her not to cross the tracks. But one night, she did. And when I'm done with her, she'll never be pure again. *Tryst Six Venom is a standalone, F/F bully romance suitable for readers 18+.

Review:

An all consuming obsession, cruelty like a game, and two girls who are one moment away from tearing each other apart. Clay is the princess, a beautiful wealthy girl who has one single obsession, getting under Olivia's skin... but what Olivia doesn't know is that Clay wants to hurt her so badly because she wants to be the only thing that Olivia thinks about because for Clay... her mind is consumed by Olivia. Olivia "Liv" is the openly out girl who lives on the poor side of town, all she wants is to get into the theater program at Dartmouth and survive school, she only has a few more months and that means all she has to do is survive Clay's venom for a few months... but Clay is escalating the game... and now Liv has had enough. Liv knows that Clay is obsessed with her, that under her good girl facade, under the spoiled princess, is someone who Liv can't stop thinking about. The more Clay and Olivia ramp up their games the more pain they'll inflict on one another... but as the saying goes... sometimes to best way to deal with venom is with antivenom... which just happens to be more venom. Clay is obsessed with Liv but she isn't out, it's her little secret, she's suppose to be the picture perfect girl for her family, but she wont let Liv escape her, if she can't have Liv no one else can and she'll tear apart anyone who gets in her way. But the question becomes... what if the only person in Clay's way is herself? Clay and Liv were AMAZING. This book was EVERYTHING for me. Morally grey girls who are toxic to each other but deeply obsessed? Check. The "only I can hurt her" and "she's mine" trope? Check. The "You are the only person for me" and "I only think about you" but make it toxic and amazing? Check. Seriously this book was a dream come true. It's giving villain girls romance and I LIVE FOR IT. I had such a blast with this one and I absolutely adored the relationship between Liv and Clay so much. Seriously, I can't stop thinking about this book at all, so DEFINITELY add it to your tbr!

[undervaalue]

𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁𝘁 " 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁" 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀

❝ Yes, everbody's dying to be somebody else, but I'll live my life if it kills me. ❞

B A S I C S –

Name: Beckett Graves. Nicknames: Bucket (most commonly known as), Beck. Birthday: July 29, 2000. Pronouns: He/him. Gender/Sex: Cisgender/male. Sexuality: Bisexual. Occupation: Bartender at Rock & Bowl.

P E R S O N A L I T Y —

+ Captivating, playful, humble. - Self-destructive, impulsive, childish. Incredibly outgoing and equally as charming. He's likely to talk your ear off, a big, dumb grin permanently attached to his face. In other words, a flirt. While he was a screw-up in high-school, he's always been incredibly playful, finding joy in every moment (especially those that shouldn't be joyous). Could do with a heavy dose of Serious Business but he'd likely figure out a way to make that un-serious, too. Deeply, deeply a stoner as well, which means this flirtatious smile is always paired with half-lidded eyes and a chill-ness not easily obtained soberly.

A R R I V A L — ( BORN & RAISED )

Born and raised in this coastal town. He has huge dreams of getting out of this place, but then he'd have to, like, become a functioning member of society and rely on more than just his charm to get around, so... We'll see when that happens.

E X T R A B I T S —

– Has broken every skateboard he's ever owned, but never a bone. It kind of pisses him off - he's 99% reckless and can't even manage to get a cool injury. – For a very very very long time he did not have access to a car and simply drove around on an electric scooter. He still has the scooter and prefers it for daytime use, though he does have a beater now (with a roll-down top, thank you very much) so he can make longer drives in the winter without dying. – Dipped town after getting dumped by the girl he thought was "the one" and went to Italy for six months before coming back a much better chef and a much calmer person. Also, he fucked sooo many Italian milfs, and he WILL tell you about it. – LOVES the Spice Girls and other 90's pop girlies. Just something about jamming to bubblegum pop on a long walk

C O N N E C T I O N S —

Atlas Nolan: motherfuckers. Absolute chaos in a duo. Met through dubious means and have been pulling dumb shit together since. Most recently, they've been terrorizing the bowling leagues with disguises while Bucket howls from his bartending duties. Cricket Campbell: friends. Met through Mack and buddied up easily because Bucket loves to eat whatever Cricket's cooking. They started cheffing it up together more often after Bucket's trip to Italy. Leo Larson: former slut pals. Would hit the clubs together to skank it up. Now, Leo's taken it upon himself to personally lift Bucket out of his dry spell. Mack Montgomery: friends. Bucket but stronger. Buddies, partiers, general nuisances for the Aurora Bay residents. Santiago De Leon: papa y son. Bucket may just be a no-good troublemaker, but at least he has the head of the Four Leaf to look out for him.

B A C K G R O U N D —

written bio coming soon... tw: brief mentions of parental abuse, drug abuse, death, suicide.

- king of the milfs. literally will not shut up about fucking milfs. its a disease and i feel sorry for anyone who had to be friends with this guy in middle school - has one sister, sarah, who is disabled. he speaks ASL after learning so they could communicate. if bucket graves is one thing, it’s a good ass brother - 0 relationship with parents. his mother and father kicked him out for poor behavior in high school and their relationship never recovered. his father is abusive and his mother is complacent, choosing her life of luxury and her home over her son. sarah lives with them, and bucket has a habit of sneaking into the house just to visit her. brenda (his mother) pretends she doesn’t know this - plays guitar well. has been in and out of bands through high school, but always goes back to the one he shares with his best friend - very very talented artist. once had dreams of becoming a comic book artist and even got into a lucrative art school, but he dropped out after the first semester due to crippling self-doubt (and lack of funds, but that’s not the leading or most important reason). - sort of fell into bartending. his drinks are too strong and sometimes he gives you a peach margarita when you asked for apple, but he’s just so cute it’s hard to be mad about it. somehow, he’s employed, and still bringing home big tips with lipstick prints - (used to be a) casual drug dealer (weed and cocaine). unfortunately. and he’s good at it. a very charming man and a very charming smile vs. the cops? oh, he’s gonna win every time. he relied on the income in high school but now that he’s got bartending work it’s mostly a here nd there occurrence when he needs to make a quick buck - huge bisexual and very proud of it. it took him awhile to get over the shame of liking men, but by the end of high school (and after a life-ending crush on his best friend) he was at peace with his sexuality and fucking both milfs AND dilfs - (his older preference and voracious sex life is coming to an end - he’s growing up ok!!!) - had an on and off long-term girlfriend but she killed herself this past early spring and he's been trying to find his place in the world since then

PENNED BY MIGZ. ( @aurorabayaesthetic )

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Script (Beach Trip)

Scene 1

(Conlan and Henry are in Conlan’s truck with their surf boards in the bed.)

Conlan: Hen, did Evie say when she’d be ready?

Henry: Uhh 10. I think. (scrolling on his phone)

Conlan: What are you looking at?

Henry: My dad’s texting me. Him and my mom are fighting again.

Conlan: What’s it about this time?

Henry: My dad forgot my mom’s birthday. Again. He think’s she’s being dramatic. She think’s he doesn’t care about her. I am stuck being the middle man yet again.

Conlan: I’m sorry man. At least you won’t be in the house tonight. Turn your phone off. It shouldn’t be your problem.

Henry: I know. Wanna grab some food before we get her?

Conlan: Yeah, Hank’s Burgers?

Henry: Sure.

Scene 2

Henry and Conlan stand on the porch of Evie’s home.

Conlan: I had the strangest dream last night. We were on the road and stopped in a small town and I got married. I don’t remember to whom, but I know we had an Elvis impersonator as our officiant at the wedding.

Henry: You are so weird. Every time I go back to school, I think I forget just how strange you are.

Evie enters holding her own surfboard.

Evie: Hello boys!

Conlan: Let’s go I want to make it there by sunset. (Evie hands her board to Henry and the three of them pile into Conlan’s truck)

Henry: You miss us while you were at your posh ivy league school?

Evie: Oh, shut up Henry. Yes, you know I missed you guys. All the boys at Brown have cooties!

Conlan: We have a long drive ahead of us.

Evie: Why are we going all the way to Maine? We literally live on a beach. Couldn’t we have surfed at home?

Conlan: Because Popham is having a huge storm right now, by the time we get there, the waves will put our waves to shame.

Henry: Wanna play a game to pass the time?

The three-play random road trip games as they drive to Maine for Northern New Jersey

Conlan: Are you kidding me! (Conlan kicks the flat tire on the left side of his truck)

Evie: We are only an hour out. We could call a cab or something.

Henry: Our boards wouldn’t fit.

Conlan: That was a dumb suggestion Ev.

Evie: Well at least it was an idea. You’ve just been yelling about how mad you are for 15 minutes.

Conlan: (Yelling)Yes, I am mad. This was supposed to be the best day of the summer. Perfect waves.  Surfing with my two best friends and it was ruined by this god damn tire! (Kicks the tire again)

Henry: Let’s start walking, maybe there will be a mechanic in town. We can get the tire changed and go.

Evie: Yeah Con, we still have like two hours till sunrise. We can make it.

Conlan: I can’t leave the truck. The locks broke in April.

(A passing car pulls over)

Girl: You guys need help?

Evie: We have a flat but no jack. Any chance you have one?

Girl: I think I might, in the trunk! (She runs to the back of her car and pulls out a car jack)

Conlan: You are our savior!

Girl: No, just a girl living in the world. (She laughs)

They change the tire and continue on the road. They drive for an hour. They arrive just as the sun begins to rise.

Conlan: We made it. Would you look at that sunrise.

Evie: It is so beautiful!

Henry: Let’s get in the water. The waves look perfect.

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Hii, your writing is so good, I can't wait to read the next chapter of dead girl tells no tales!! I hope I'm not bothering you but can I request virgin reader x Rindou?

More skin, more sin

Warning : Minors DNI, 18+. Strong language, explicit smut, pussy drunk! Rindou x virgin! Reader, protected sex.

Synopsis : Once upon a time, a young innocent girl exploring her sexuality, her sexy neighbor, and a mistake from the postman.

(Yes it's me, Rindou. I'm the virgin) and thanks a lot <3 I'm always happy about hearing your feedbacks on Dead girls <3

Also,for people who made requests,they are coming don't worry ! I might be taking my time to write but I promise it's only bc I'm trying my best

√

-" So, about Friday's par- wait !" Shion suddenly stopped talking about the Haitani's usual Friday night plans, got up from Rindou's bed and rushed to the window, right where Rindou was sitting in front of his DJ setup.

-" who's the hottie?" He gestured toward you, standing in the middle of your room with a book in hands. Rindou glanced at the latter, at his wide-eyes and mouth agape state, then his eyes drifted toward you.

You AKA the perfect girl next door, moved in three years ago into the house next to theirs, and into his head, by the way.

Not to get the things wrong, Rindou was not the type of guy to fall for any girl who flashes a smile, he was not the type of guy to fall at all.

But when every morning, he was greeted by popping lips, smooth hair and glowing skin on the window across from his, it was hard not to get distracted from whatever songs he was mixing.

He reached to shut the curtains, earning a frown from Shion standing next to his desk and a scoff from Ran who was leaning against the doorframe.

-" Way outta your league".

-" Not a crime to dream " that one shrugged, then opened the curtains again, and there you were again, in your short pink skirt and white t-shirt tugged inside, your usual hairstyle, reading and swaying your hips at the rhythm of probably a song you were listening to, Rindou glared at Shion but that one was too busy smirking at the sight.

-" She's Rindou's little crush " Ran mocked his brother who gave him a lazy middle finger without even turning to peer at him.

-" I don't have a crush " he denied, it was all but credible, you were the secret he could not keep, and the goal that he never seemed to reach.

-" And she's not my type-"

-" Oh yeah... young, nice ass and good grades, definitely not your type " teased the elder, Rindou snorted.

You were everyone's type, indeed. Seventeen, face of a dream and a straight A student, that was the problem, you were everyone's type.

Rindou was not staring, but he might have caught four or five times a lot of friends coming and going out of your room. And Rindou was not staring, but he might have caught a sight of you in your cheerleader outfit every Wednesday night. And Rindou was not staring, but he might have saw you going out on almost all of your weekend nights.

But Rindou was not staring. It was just that your damn curtains were almost always open, and the desk you usually work on was just in front of his window.

-" she's a good girl, Ran " he argued, yes you were, and what he meant by that was that the smart pretty popular girl of the high school would never look at someone who left classes to be in gangs.

-" Meh, good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught ".

-" That's right man " Ran lips curled as he approached the window, leaning on his elbows on Rindou's desk to get a better look at you.

-" Look, isn't that a french book ? " He gestured toward the cover of the book on your desk, none of them could distinguish the title yet France's flag adorned the cover, the youngest Haitani rolled his eyes, with however a smile curling his lips, knowing already what his brother was about to say.

-" I bet she's fluent in French, If you get what I mean-"

-" that she speaks french ?" Shion had a lost expression on his face, which made the brothers look at each other in exasperation. Yet from the moment you turned around to pick up another book, both amethyst eyes and black ones were pulled, your skirt riding up your thighs as you reached for the bookshelf was the tide.

-" Nice ass tho !"

Rindou's eyes widened, Ran's mouth opened wide, and the third one winced figuring out he had yelled too loud, causing you to stiffen and turn your head toward them.

-" The hell-... ?" Your blood ran cold, perceiving three guys staring at you with wide-eyed gazes, then the words that just reached your ears registered in your brain, causing you to drop the book in your hands and walk toward the window.

-" She's coming here ! Bet she-"

Shion's voice dropped as you faced them, revealing your pretty face and two middle fingers in the air, fierce eyes sending daggers at them before closing your curtains in a sharp sound.

-" well... " The one at fault started, scratching his neck under Rindou's dark glare and Ran having trouble containing his laughter. " At least she noticed you... ?"

In truth, you had noticed Rindou Haitani long before that. How not to when your neighbor was ruling the whole town with his brother ? How were you supposed not to notice him when he was the reason you never stayed home the weekend considering the huge mess of their Friday night parties ?

You had never thought of him more than a troublesome neighbor, moreover now that he appeared as a pervy. Yes, he was handsome, yet if you closed your eyes just enough what would remain of him ?

It was only a week after that disastrous incident that the Karma decided it was time to knock at Rindou Haitani's door.

His teenage dream rang his doorbell dressed in cute white Mousse short top and shorts, source of all distractions wore a stern face and had her arms wrapped around her when he opened the door.

-" Hi, sorry to disturb" you flashed a smile, one which couldn't humanly be more fake, yet his heart missed a beat. " I was wondering if you could, possibly turn down the volume of your music ".

And as in good source of distraction, inner thief stole his eyes, heart beats and words. Just a decade-looking second where Rindou Haitani let his eyes roam the raw art you were in the middle of their yard, an angel standing between his friend's motorcycles.

-" usually I don't say anything, but usually is Friday night ". You could not help but add, crossing your arms, not from the cold outside but from the goosebumps running over your skin along with his eyes.

Getting snapped out of his thoughts, Rindou frowned. Indeed, they were throwing a party a Thursday night, yet it was only a small one with only some of Kantou Manji members.

-" It's a small thing actual-"

" Man I don't care " you cut him off, he stiffened. " I just wanna sleep".

-" It's only midnight".

-" And unlike you, mister " too cool for school" I have classes tomorrow. So, turn down the volume, thank you, next. "

You went to leave him there, starstruck in the middle of his own front porch, yet something clicked in his mind in a nick of time, his hand reached for your wrist and pulled you back, his chest pressed to your back as you gasped in surprise at the strength he put on that move.

-" Be a sweetheart and repeat that f'me, Would'ya ?"

Your body went stiff, and you were afraid his grip on your wrist would leave aches so much it burned. Yet in all fires resides warmth, and warmth had always something dangerously comfortable.

-" turn, down, the, damn, music. " You had uttered through gritted teeth, turning to look at his so close face when you tried pulling your wrist but he didn't let you, and oh from where did he got that mesmerizing eye color ?

-" Make me. "

Intoxicated with every breath he took your perfume invaded his nostrils, and when you glared at him with the street light's glow on your face, you were life in excess. And when he had thought, like the moon you were beautiful from afar, this close, he found you resplendent.

-" I might not be able to, yet I can call the police who'd be able to make you. "

His eyebrows raised in surprise, he approached his face from yours, nose brushing thus against your cheek, enjoying the way you closed your eyes slightly. And as your flowery scent enticed him, he began to see you as a wild flower, something to tame.

-" you mean the police that we pay bribes to every month?" You eyed him with contempt from head to toe, his tough hand reached for your jaw that he grabbed not as roughly as your wrist. " You better sit and take it, Love. B'fore I make you take it myself. "

Rindou Haitani decided you were his new favorite plaything the minute he saw you shivering under his threat, yet reached for his hand around your jaw to scratch it until he let go.

-" Fuck you. "

-" But love, I'm the one who fucks here".

He chuckled, you decided it was enough. He obviously didn't took you any seriously and all those bikes around were not a safe sight at all. Suddenly pulling on your wrist until he let go in a smirk, you didn't turned to look at him as you walked back to your house, another middle finger wrapping your shame and incredulity.

Things could have stayed the way they were, yet he has caught enough of your fire to match his gasoline, Rindou Haitani never was a one to fear a wildfire.

Already dripping anger and grudge, back to your room you sat on the wooden desk facing your window, your head throbbing at the rhythm of the music. However a sharp pain traversed your scalp all of a sudden, making you startle and lift your head.

For the pure pleasure of your eyes was there none other than Rindou Haitani, sitting behind his DJ setup, a smile stolen from Satan himself distorting his features while he increased more and more the volume of his music. If he had been a thirsty man, the clench of your jaw would have been an Oasis, though most of his friends and gang members were in their living room, his only attention was held by a seething you.

-" I swear to god-"

Sharp as a knife you stood up and turned to reach for the phone on the other side of the room, yet the devils on your shoulder seemed to wake up from their slumber, demanding.

Revenge !

People would often say Eve was Satan's weapon, only on a raging night like that would Eve and Satan fuse, merged into the shape of a young, irresistible angel wearing white Mousse.

Music was source of all temptations, they said, you were the temptation when you started, in an agonizing rhythm, swaying your hips.

His smile faded quicker than a sun behind clouds, when you turned, it felt as if you had been possessed.

Devil used your body as it pleased, snake itself starting to serpentine, like your hips, around the forbidden fruit, your eyes lured and your lips screamed sin, and soon Adam was, nothing but hooked.

It could have seemed awkward, however it was not the case. The music was slowed just the right way, the moves you knew by heart looked just the right way, your skin your hands caressed, dancing with the devil felt just too smooth, enough to have his eyes widening and the heat conditioning a growing flame in his lower abs.

The tempting snake wrapped around his throat, it seemed, as one of your straps fell from your shoulder.

More skin, more sin.

Standing on top of eighteen years and naughty heavens, Rindou Haitani never felt this aroused. Moon and planets aligned for the universe assets to lend you, for a dance, for a night. Half-lidded eyes, glossy lips slightly parted,a new inch of your sin uncovered with every new second, your top riding your sides with each caress of your hands above them while dancing.

And as the boy with heart-shaped eyes, dry throat and heavy balls currently, wished he had a remote control to slow down the show so it would last longer, it suddenly crashed !

In a split second, you were in front of your desk again, bare shoulders, neck and almost bare chest teasing him, a forbidden fruit he could never taste, the devil was cruel.

-" Now you sit and take it. " The devil whispered louder than the music.

And the curtains closed, the show was over.

Eve, Satan, and the sin left the sinner for judgment.

•••

Moirai.

They are three goddesses of fate who personified the inescapable destiny of man. Some books describe them as old, ugly and cruel, others as beauties of eternal youth.

Only there is sometimes, where fate can be portrayed by a mindless postman.

Once upon a time, a young innocent girl exploring her sexuality, her sexy neighbor, and a mistake from the postman. A sunny morning where the Moirai dressed as a book you had ordered, and delivered to none but your nemesis, Rindou Haitani.

Funny how, sometimes the love of your life might come at you wrapped in a package. Something you didn't even ordered in the first place, even.

-" What are those ?"

Hands busy with the freshly unwrapped headphones and head filled with confusion, a handful of minutes later, sitting at your kitchen counter and thinking, your eyes flickered.

-" Wait, if these are here... "

A slap from a Moirai was harsh but enough to wake up a human being, get them up on their feet and start running as a dark horse outside.

Exactly where they wanted you to.

-" Shit, shit... God please don't make him open it"

Almost out of breath, you rushed to the Haitani's doors and banged on the door too hard for your own good, being gritted, minutes later by a sleepy Ran Haitani.

His pissed off expression faltered into a lazy smile when his eyes landed on you.

-" Well, isn't it a little bit early for Christmas gift ? Tho I'm so excited to unwrap this one ".

-" where did you get that pick-up line from ? A cereal box? A shampoo bottle?"

The laughter leaving his mouth did nothing to ease your stress, you saw he was about to add something yet cut him off.

-" I think the postman made a mistake " you started, rubbing your neck under Ran's curious eyes. " I've got delivered probably Rindou's headphones, didn't he got something on my name ?"

The older brother seemed to proceed it in his head, then shrugged it off, stepping aside and leaving you enough space to enter.

-" might just ask him, think he'd be happy to have ya in his room ".

Sighing loudly, you ignored the latter and entered the house. The architecture was similar to your own house therefore, you had no trouble finding the room across from yours, and swallowing a thick amount of air, you knocked on the door.

-" come in ".

Fate was rubbing its hands together.

The reception was of an unparalleled cruelty, from the first step inside this room you were confronted by the cruel fate.

-" Sex for the dummies huh ?"

Your nemesis was shirtless, standing in the middle of his room with the one weapon it took to destroy your whole universe, that book.

And to think you were just looking for some... Experience.

He saw red twilights painting your cheeks, funny how the tables turned and the devil was now on his side, Satan never was trustworthy.

-" This is personal, I... Give it to me dammit !"

You approached him and stretched a hand toward the book, in a nick of a time his long arm raised above his head and if he was already taller than you, that definitely was beyond your reaches.

-" So from the very first day, all of this anger was just about sexual frustration? Damn, baby, you're pathetic. "

-" I'm not sexually frustrated, give me the damn book if you want your headphones back. "

Your glared at him, and he could not help but notice how your eyes glowed even more when you were angry.

-" You can keep them, this info's worth its weight in gold. "

-" You bastar-"

-" Shhh, love ? Want me to shout on every rooftop how tight this pussy is ?"

As waves of desperation crashed against your body, your arm fell limp on your side. Fate a scarf tightening around your throat, no escape.

-" Fine. What do you want ?"

Your surrender painted a smirk on his face, one which, if you weren't that irate, would've looked like art.

-" I jus' wanna help ya. Y'know, might have some... Years of experiment on my sleeves.

-"You're blackmailing me into sleeping with you ?" In a frown, aghast, you had witnessed his smile falling and his impassive face turning sterner.

-" I'm not one to touch a girl unless she truly wants me to. And someone like me doesn't need blackmailing to get a girl".

Your hands felt heavy as the book he was holding flew toward them in a split second, your eyes widened, watching him going to sit back on his bed, leaning against the headboard, strong arms stretched behind his head, blonde and blue locks framing his pretty face.

Heaven ! Did the Gods like him to mold such a great look.

-" Take the door, pretty. And come back when you'd find someone better to take your pussy. "

-" I'd rather take this door and bath in citric acid than sleeping with you. "

And you did took that door, that damn book in hands, thinking naively it was not one of other's fate twisted plans. Yet you didn't passed the threshold of the devil's house yet, didn't even made a step further from his bedroom door, that you were diving knee deep in the spirals of questioning.

The question itself was not if you wanted to, nor if you would eventually find someone else to initiate your sexual life, nor if you did it with one of your classmates would the news about the highschool most popular cheerleader still being a virgin.

The question itself was, why were still standing there, if you actually didn't want to ?

It goes smooth, your best friend had said.

It doesn't have to be perfect, it will not.

It is none but a passage's rite, it gets even better after the first time.

And you don't have to overthink it.

You could almost hear her soothing voice telling you to hop in the drive, that repairing a mistake is easier than chasing a regret, and you could feel your defenses crumble, brick by brick, stone by stone, until you were nothing but carnage behind his door.

-" God... " You ran a hand through you hair, hoping to chase the thoughts out of your head.

Little did you knew, destiny already had you already dangling up its vicious strings. None of you knew it, back then, when you opened that door again, catching his smirk.

Yet both of you were none but puppets on those strings, strong and bold for what would be lasting longer than what you'd ever imagine.

-" It's only a one time thing. "

You had demanded, closing the door of every returning possible.

He had you watching, while he was preying. In all its grandeur, the predacious stood up, wearing hours of workouts on his skin.

Sin.

Another step, the cages were closing in.

Another step, he found you enchanting, morning seemed to love you even more than the moon, for the sun wouldn't stop kissing your silk skin, the rays wouldn't stop lightening your eyes, and if he looked closer enough, he could see you gulping down when he was only a few inches away from your face.

-" So tell me, babe, how's the citric acid?"

Flashing his Colgate white teeth, purple ocean engulfed you along with his cologne, and you could not help but think.

It was only logical for the devil to wear the best faces.

-" Fuck you. "

Yet not because you were an angel meant you wouldn't get in the dirt. And the angel's stubbornness, her pretty face and fierce eyes on him, and her pretty mouth spitting filthy words brought hell's heat to his lower belly.

-" I've told you before, and you didn't listened... "

The shiver you had just felt could not have been a figment of your imagination, since the hand he's put on the small of your back.

-" Now I gotta show you, I'll be the one fucking you."

Hatred, what else could have your heart racing that way ? And who other than repulsion itself could have you holding Rindou Haitani's eyes as if they were the most precious and fragile thing in the world ?

One second from the great apocalypse, one move from heaven and hell shaking hands...

One inch from the cursed kiss, a devil and an angel flew around each other. He was red, and you were holy, and when his lips moved against yours as he spoke, all the saints were damned.

-" have you, the slightest idea, how long I've been wanting these lips ?"

At this point, he was whispering the words against your mouth, and if he wanted to, he could've kissed you. Yet Satan was a player, with his hand on the small of your back starting to lower, you were playing his game.

-" why's the tease for ?" You murmured back, appreciating the fleshy but soft texture of his lips against yours, feeling the stretch of a smile, the next thing you knew he lifted you by your thighs that you wrapped around him, heaven and hell collided.

You were quite sure he groaned in your mouth, but was it his fault when the world was none but a rug pulled beneath his feet ? They were soft, and tasted fruity-like, just as he might have imagined it.

And you might have no sexual experience, but for sure you had kissed before, right ? You did all the rights and no wrongs, sharing his guts-knocking kiss. Dancing with the devil was more than just a figure of speech, the wet muscles swaying around each other like old waltz partners.

You had not expected him to, but when the soft mattress met your back, Rindou Haitani put you down on it rather softly.

The situation was already awkward enough for you to bear, or it normally might have been, therefore you aimed for taking off your top yourself, under Rindou's standing figure.

His eyes went wide, seeing you wore no bra, you were home previously after all, those lavender irises were none but a thin helpless ring around an expanded abyss of dark desire. He'd seen naked and pretty women before, there was just... That something about you, about the way your breasts bounced almost elegantly as your back hit the mattress again, about those half-closed eyes and that thin shy smile.

The waiting, must be the waiting, the words felt somehow comforting back then.

-" Why's the shyness for, love ? You're damn too fine ".

You bit back a scoff as he straddled your body, knees sinking on each side of the mattress, his face was pulled helplessly toward your lips again, while curious hands introduced themselves to your clavicles and would soon greet your chest.

-" Too much for your own good " you recalled he had whispered, it turned too hazy the second he kissed you again, and the cold air of the room along with his expert fingers toying with your breasts and nipples were enough to have you too engrossed in the sin to ever think about retiring.

-" Rin'... " You didn't intended to breath his name when he pulled from the kiss to squeeze your tits, but oh god was he thankful you did it, had his crotch throbbing between his legs.

-" Yeah baby ? Feels right ? Gonna mark this princess's body. "

You arched your back, abdomen getting more sucked in his mouth as he trailed open-mouthed kisses along your bare skin, he was not one to take his time so much, however this time, he enjoyed everything, the scent, the faint taste of your skin, the way your hands reached for his hair when his hands started sliding down your panties, eyes smoldering seeing the already wet-spot welcoming him.

-" spread 'em legs f'me, Would'ya ? Atta girl"

And just like that, heaven opened its doors for the devil. What a shame he had found solace between an angel's legs. The welcome was too good for him, too pink for his darkness and too wet for his dry hell.

Might Adam tell, if the forbidden fruit's scent have been the thing that kept it impossible to not sin ? Rindou at least must say it did.

And might Adam tell, if the forbidden fruit tasted heaven nevertheless? As for Rindou, he must admit it did.

-" Oh shit !"

-" Can't believe I'm the first to taste you, now show me all the pretty sounds you can make for me, love."

You'd not only make pretty sounds, even symphonies if he wanted to, he was gifted with it, grazing your clit with his teeth while smearing the wetness along your folds. You've caught your body grinding against his face for more, his bored eyes landed on you as you tried to contain.

-" C'mon, use me to get off. Wanna have ya all over me ".

He cut your restraints with a sharp tone, there you were second later, riding his face , moaning shamelessly his name and pulling the hoarsest of sounds of him because of your hands tugging at his hair. His lips swallowed your clit, making it swollen, then he added a second finger to the one already invading your puffy walls, eyes almost widening when your walls swallowed them.

-" Shit, my cock's gonna ruin this pussy, can't fucking wait. "

Grinding his hips slightly against the mattress, too hard to resist, the sight was intoxicating. That soft hair he caught you brushing was sprawled on his pillow, those ass cheeks were on his mattress, the half-lidded eyes were bewitching, and looking at none but him, last but not least, those swollen lips were moaning his name.

-" Rin', 'm so close, so fucking close, please don't stop, please, please... "

-" Shhh, I got my pretty girl, not gonna let her down ".

As he promised, as he did. He pulled out of you the probably greatest orgasm you would ever know in your whole life, he took from you your loudest moans, and the prettiest faces your rolled back eyes and agape mouth could make.

As for you, you stole his eyes, attention, thoughts, and sanity.

-" If I see this damn face cumming again might keep ya tied to my bed " he grunt and stroked his cock a few times, staring with star-studded eyes at you riding your high.

You pulled, pulled and pulled like the tide and who were the waves to deny the moon ? You tasted yourself on his lips when he kissed you, back on top of you with his hands massaging your breasts again, goosebumps running over your epidermis, overstimulated.

And when he pulled back, resting on his elbows, you wondered, did you really knew Rindou Haitani? His smirk was not there, and his eyes bored into your face, seemingly way too far gone as his hand pushed some hair locks out of your pretty face.

Did you knew he was only thinking about the one that would have you after him ? That he was cursing the time for not stopping there, right at this moment to let you inside his room forever ?

-" Don't know if it's the orgasm, but I swear you've never been this handsome ".

Through an unsteady breath you had uttered, albeit Rindou Haitani had tried drugs before, no one warned him about the teasing half-tired half-aroused smile his neighbor could give, looking him in the eye as her hand stroked his cheek. Chest aching with something stronger than lust, lavender hues drifted down your lips then back at your eyes again, and he'd say something, really, yet you drank him in your eyes and he was afraid if his mouth opened, he would only thank God you were even thirsty for someone like him.

-" 'right, lemme show you how much I've been craving you".

In a room filled with sin, a holy union was born, a daydream bloomed in the darkest paradise, started with his warm precum staining your sensitive folds, ended with the stretch and fullness you felt as he slided inside you.

Now Rindou Haitani was not the good guy, quite the bad guy actually, yet he did his best not to move, not until your pain would falter somehow. His head was thrown back, shallowed breaths escaping his pretty lips, he was too engrossed in the way he has never felt as wanted and welcomed anywhere else.

Did it felt like that, to achieve something that seemed impossible ? You have been the beat in his head, a tune that never left, dancing to that beat his heart leapt, you were the thought that would sometimes keep him distracted from his mixtapes, the joke Ran would pull everytime to tease him.

For a monster like him, you were just a dream, a glimpse of life not ever imagined, and now being not just in front of you but inside you, making one with the perfect girl next door, you were his hot missing pink in his psychedelic mess.

-" so full-" you had swallowed thickly, wrapping your already sore legs around his waist. His hands came to secure them around him, as his forehead pressed against yours.

-" I know. I got you, 'kay ? Swear ain't moving 'til you're ready. "

Fate's plan seemed to be working way too well, since every word of him would make you question the image you had of him and every smile or glance of yours would make him wish you'd find it good enough to stay, stay... He had never wanted someone to stay.

-" I think... It's okay if you move now " few minutes and the sweetest torture of his life after, you smiled at him, gripping his shoulders. The Haitani's lips found yours in a quick kiss, swallowing your moans after he started thrusting slowly in and out of you.

-" Feels so damn good " he hissed through gritted teeth. " Never had something like this, like you ".

And the praises would only increase the heat building in your stomach, your teeth found his shoulder, keeping you grounded as your walls throbbed around him.

The desire was damning, his body slamming, breaking down in a fit. Your glossy eye color flickered under his gaze, though he was losing it he couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

-" Too much, I can't take-"

-" You can and you will. You're my best girl, pussy's made f'me, yeah ?"

He peppered kisses all along your face, stopping a split second to wonder from where did he got those gestures he never used with someone else ?

At the touch of carnality's urging, that pleasure heightened. Lust drips visceral cadence from the skies between your thighs,and his body with licks of bliss, electrifying finger tips made you come undone again, playing with your clit.

-" Rin' !" You had screamed his name in a last prayer before reaching the seventh sky.

-" Oh fuck, you're killin' me " you heard him groan somewhere in the middle of your orgasm again, Rindou gripped your hips tighter, keeping himself grounded for as long as he could, he had no desire to let go.

-"you're doing so good for me, love. Gonna lemme have you again, yeah ? My girl's such a good one, know she'll make it for me, right ?"

At this point, you were none but a whimpering mess under him. The meer sight, desire flooding your brain as gibberish escaped your lips, the feeling of you walls clenching so tightly around him, and the grip you had on his arms were his last station, especially when another filthy moan filled the celestial dark paradise.

Then finally, as the first cry of a newborn Rindou reached the highest sky, filling the condom with thick white ropes.

If he had to put words on what he felt now, laying above your body as your hands caressed his hair, a fever dream. Something to be thankful it happened and to be offended it ended.

As if lying above a cloud, he could sense you absorbing all his wickedness, how was he damned, now with your perfume lingering everywhere in his room.

If he wanted not to get all hooked, that ship had sailed long ago.

Devil doesn't bargain, it is either everything or nothing, indeed when he lifted his face slightly to bear at your smiling one, stealing a heart beat from him, a smile, and a clench of a jaw, you stole everything.

-" I know you said it's a one time thing " you had no idea of the one who was talking, Rindou Haitani or a possible flicker of jealousy or the crave still eating out on his guts, yet his impassive face and usual frown reappeared, relentless his voice turned, he was not asking, it was not a question.

-" but ya know... You might need extra lessons, just to be sure you got it right ".

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Could you do a classmates smut where Sakura finds out your crush on her and decides to do sex on you while you are super awkward and shy

Am I Dreaming?

Miyawaki Sakura

Word Count: 3.7k

Tags: Virgin sex, Teaching sex,

TW: Smoking-ish

Well this was kinda fun to make. I had to get my high school past to write this.

thanks to @midnightdancingsol for fixing a part of this. He also did something for A North Korean Slave but I got carried away when I posted it. But thank you even the smallest parts I owe you.

You suddenly wake up and sit upright on your bed. Look at the clock. There is one hour till school begins. You frantically get out of bed and run to the shower.

You go to the bathroom and hastily finish your hot shower, which almost burns your skin. Once out of the shower, the fogged-up mirror gives you a glance of what you look like. A nerd with a certain amount of acne and the only thing missing your thick eyeglasses. As you wash your face and brush your teeth, the mirror reminds you of the awkward, low self-esteem, and self-conscious person looking at you.

After spitting out the remaining toothpaste on your mouth, you look at yourself one more time and sigh.

“Time for once more.”

You shake your head to get yourself back to the game while practicing your introduction of yourself one last time, trying to get dressed as fast as possible.

You rush to the dining room with your half-worn uniform, grab a cereal bowl, and hastily prepare your breakfast.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, Dad.” You greet them as you sit down in your place on the peninsula and chug down your breakfast. As soon as your finish, you bolt out the door.

“Son. Don’t be late again.” Your dad reprimands you as he continues to read his paper. 

“I won’t.” You rush out the door. “Bye, dad.”

“Bye.”

You rush down the stairs and exit the door of your building. Your friend is already outside waiting for you.

“Jeez, you almost made us late again.”

“Sorry. I overslept.” You apologize, but you just walk side by side together to school.

Your friend explains to you. “You know being first is important. First impressions, you know.” He looks at you and winks.

“Shut up, man. Like anyone is going to take note of us.”

“Well, you don’t know, maybe this year is the year we actually get girlfriends?”

“Girlfriends? Seriously is that the only thing you are worried about?”

“Come on. I’ll take anyone at this point. Even if it is, ummm, who is the girl who sits in the corner. What’s her name?”

“Yuri? Even she is out of your league. No one is at the bottom of our level. Just face it, man. We are trash.”

“Well, at least I’m optimistic.” He shrugs his shoulders.

With the biggest pessimistic out view of what school is going to be like, you both enter campus.

“Well, we have different classrooms. I guess this is me.” Your friend salutes you.

You and he do your special handshakes that all best friends would always have, then part ways. Your room is assigned on the ground floor while he's on the second. He takes the stairs while you go straight. You check each room number vs. the one you are assigned.

There it is, room 101.

You enter the room and as expected. There are already kids at that hanging out with each other, playing games, talking, and already keeping away from you. Doesn’t really matter. Just deal with it. You scan around and try to locate a seat for you. There is one to the left of you. You take it. Near the wall where you can lean onto and ignore everyone else.

The seat is waiting for you essentially. Perfect. You take it as it is, sit it down and place your bag beside you, and place your arms on your desk as you sleep on them.

Suddenly you can hear her, you can smell her perfume. You wake up from your short slumber and look at the door. There she is. Sakura. She is the foreign student that you dream of. She may not be everyone’s favorite, but she is your crush. Smart but not the smartest, beautiful even if she isn’t the most beautiful, and lastly and most importantly, the heart. So kind, so considerate, your dream girl.

“Damm. Only if I’m with her.”

She is flanked on both sides by her friends, Nako and Hitomi. The Japanese trio that is known to your school. At least the three of them aren’t assholes.

You look at them with your awkward stare, admiring their beauty this time. But suddenly you can see her. Sakura winks and waves at you. Your heart skips a beat, and you almost faint. But you have to catch yourself before you fall off your seat.

But you have to go back to composed, going back to your sleep but staring at Sakura. You can look at her and appreciate that she is luckily your classmate.

As expected, the class would start. Your teacher would do the usual spiel of her introduction, then the introduction of your classmates, and your very awkward introduction but passable for everyone except for you. But of course, when it is Sakura’s turn, you give your one hundred ten percent attention. Trying to remember her name for the millionth time. However, this time it might have been different. She keeps glancing at you when she peaks and gets a little nervous when she notices you are looking at her.

Does she…?

Nah. She is S tier.

Probably shouldn’t think like that.

Why would a girl like her like me?

Even with them considered optimistic thoughts, I still can only dream of her being your girlfriend. Your thoughts wander away until your teacher calls everyone’s attention to the orientation for this school year.

You bore yourself through the first day of school, now thinking of how to survive this school year. You just stare and listen to the teacher’s speeches and go thru the lengthy, repetitive introductions of your classmates that you are ready to have known for some time. 

~~

It is already midday in your math class.

“Sir, may I go to the restroom?” you raise your hand.

Your teacher just waves you away. With his permission, you scoot over to the restroom. While you are there, you see him exit the restroom door. The guy. The same guy has been terrorizing you for the past year or years. He always pushes you, beats you, steals your money, and does whatever else he likes to do to you. But now he seems he just wants to scurry off. Like he is running away from something.

You think not much of it. At least he won’t beat you up this time. The restroom is empty once you enter, but there is a stench. It smelled like someone used a cigarette, and what was taped under the sink was what, you guessed, a pack.

But there is one left inside. You take it out and pretend to smoke it yourself. You don’t have a lighter with you, but its taste intrigues you. Suddenly the door opens,

Shit

“You come here!” A teacher commands you.

You drop the cigarette, and he comes inside and takes him with you. He brings you directly to the principal’s office and throws you inside.

“Sir, I caught this student smoking!” He presents the principal with the pack.

The principal takes off his glasses and drops the documents he was reading.

“Seriously? First day?”

“Umm, Sir. I can explain! It isn’t mine!”

“Don’t bother. I know it isn’t yours.” He gets up from his seat and walks, and leans in front of his desk. “But I could tell that you put in your mouth.”

“Sir?!”

“I’m not going to put this in your record, but I’m still going to punish you.”

“But sir!”

“Don’t sir me.” He gets a little temper, but after his short flare-up, he sighs. “Ugh. Later this afternoon, the swimming team would be done with their practice. I expect you to clean it up.”

“But it isn’t mine!”

“I told you I know it isn’t yours. But I know you put it in your mouth. You should be happy that I’m not putting this on your record. Good thing you didn’t have a lighter with you.”

“Ugh. Fine.”

Your teacher takes you away from his office. But through the blinds, you can tell that the principal is smoking the cigarette you brought him. The teacher escorts you to the front of your classroom door. You bow to him before you get inside. Your math teacher is just wrapping up his lesson. But he doesn’t mind your presence and instead finishes.

~~

You pack your things and shuffle your way to the pool at the end of the day. Once you get there, everything is messed up. Equipment is scattered everywhere. The floor is wet, and the lane ropes need to be reeled in. You first start by picking things up around the pool.

“Hey?” A female voice comes out from the hallway.

You turn your head. It is Sakura.

You fumble yourself. “Oh, what are you doing here?” You stand up and fix your uniform.

“Ummm. I got in trouble?” 

You get nervous. Your attempt to look cool by leaning on the wall doesn’t help.

“You. Sakura got in trouble?”

“I mean, it wasn’t bad. I just got caught sleeping in class.”

“What! Come on, that isn’t bad! Why are you being punished like me?”

“You are in trouble as well? What did you do?”

“Umm. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Aaah, does it involve…ummm…what’s his name?”

“Him… no… well yeah, but he didn’t beat me up this time. I just got caught in something I shouldn’t have done.”

Sakura moves closer to you. “Well, if you don’t want to say, that’s fine. I’m just happy I’m with you.”

“Umm…” Your heart explodes. “With me?”

“Yeah, I don’t want to do this alone.”

“Oh yeah yeah.” Your heart sinks. “I’m happy that you are here too….”

“Great. What do you want to do first?”

“We can start by mopping the floor.” You say as you walk to the janitor’s closet and pick up two mops.

You give one to Sakura and take one for yourself. “We’ll start here and meet up on the other side.”

“Sure!”

You take a left while Sakura takes a right. You mop your side and take quick glances at Sakura but notice you switch back to your mopping. Finally, as expected, you meet in the middle on the other side.

Your mops collide. But for some reason, Sakura blushes. You try to reach her, but you bump into your mop and start to fall inside. You grab Sakura’s arm to stop you from falling, but it doesn’t work, and you just drag her with you.

You both splash in the pool with all your uniforms, wet and all. You get up from the pool then Sakura does the same. She first laughs at you, then you laugh at her. She splashes water at you, then you splash water back at her. You both turn and swim around, playing with each other.

You trap her in the corner, but she jumps off the pool and starts running away. You follow her on the mats, ensuring that you won’t fall. You run around the pool going back and forth, circling the place. Now you got near here just at her behind. She suddenly slips, but you are able to catch her before she falls.

Now she is in your arms. She looks above at you first with shock, her chest breathing, but it turns to laughter once more. You pull her up, making her stand upright. You both look at your soaking wet uniforms. You check yourself on how wet you are. Your entire uniform is drenched in water. It is essentially hugging you skin-tight.

Just in case you check your crotch. There is an outline forming. You pull the crotch area of your pants, trying to hide the embarrassment below. You look at Sakura. She is checking herself. But you can see her breast behind all of her clothes.

“Umm, Sakura, I can see your….”

“Oh, sorry.” She coves herself. “Oh well. It isn’t like I can really cover it.”

Sakura suddenly starts to unbutton her shirt. Now you can see the camisole that is still behind her shirt. You are staring at her breast the entire time. You have never thought that you’ll be able to see breasts much more than Sakura’s. She catches your stare.

“Ya- Don’t stare. I know you can see this, but my eyes are here, buddy.”

You shake your head and snap out of the trance. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry.” She laughs for a bit.

“I won’t, I promise.”

“Sure. You won’t.” She smugs at you.

You roll your eyes at her. “Don’t believe me?”

“You just did!” Sakura catches you again.

“No, I didn’t.” Your eyes look down at her breasts but then look up.

“I told you.”

“Ugh. Fine.”

“Hey, have you seen a pair of breasts before?”

“What, no! I mean, yes. I mean, what’s the correct answer?”

“Well, the truth, buddy.” She plays with you, poking her finger at your arm.

“No…”

“Ugh, Fine.” Sakura gets all nervous. “I promise I’ll do this eventually. Ummm… I like you.”

“Sakura?! Wait, what?”

“I like you, and I know you like me.”

“How did you know that?! And you like me?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I always catch you staring at me. I didn’t really mind it at first. But with your eyes, I can feel that you are special. Which made me like you.”

“Sakura. I…ummm… I also…Li..Li..Li-“

Sakura laughs. “I like you too.” She inches closer to you and puts her hand on your waist and the other on your cheek, and finally, she kisses you on the lips. “You like that?”

“Very much.” You answer nervously.

Sakura chuckles. “Do you want more?” She goes back to your lips and smacks at them once more. Her tongue enters your mouth. Each wave of sensation tingles your back.

You tried to poke your tongue in hers. Then Sakura’s eyes open wide with surprise, and she pulls back.

“Is this your first kiss?”

“Umm…yes.”

“You are good for a beginner.” She goes back on your lips. Round after round, the passionate kiss continues. Soon enough, Sakura’s hands move up your shirt, touching your body. Her fingers run through your skin like a snake crawling on the ground.

Sakura pulls out, but with her eyes looking upon yours. “If you don’t want to do this. That’s why I’m asking you now? Do you want to do this?”

Your mind runs in circles. Sakura is asking you right then and now to have sex with her, a surprise every nerd is going to have. “Are you sure? We might get caught?”

She leans up and whispers directly to your ear. It tickles. “No one is going to be here. Trust me.” She moves her head back and looks at you in the eyes once more. “So? I don’t want to force you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

“Sure!...” You pause. “Ummm… Sure!”

“Good…Then let me…do this.” She leans up and kisses you on the lips again. While her hand moves down from each button from your uniform. First with the top, then slowly push down. Once entirely undone, she surprisingly hugs you. “You’re so warm. I’m happy.”

She snuggles up against your body and hugs you tightly. You kiss her head like she is a baby.

“You know I can feel your cock already.” Sakura says, still wrapping her arms around you.

You push her away out of embarrassment. Sakura can only chuckle. “You know I’m still going to….” She kneels, and your pants are on her eyes level. Her hand grabs onto the hem and unbuttons it. “You know I have seen my fair share. But I’m not a whore by any means. I’m just checking things out….”

Sakura pulls down your pants and outcomes your cock. She slowly places her hands around your shaft and pumps it slowly. “Well, with this, I can say I’m impressed.” She inspects your cock, feeling how hard, long, and veiny it is. “Itadakimasu”

She now then swallows your entire cock whole. The whole length enters at once. But it cannot enter her whole mouth. Sakura can only take in half of it. The euphoric experience of having your cock inside someone’s mouth is amazing. She slowly moves her head up and down. Her lips dragging on the edges. Sakura uses her hand to aid her pumping. The combination of her hand and mouth is on a whole new level. Finally, the icing on the cake is her mouth movements. It turns and wraps around your cock. The three sensations all at once.

“Sakura…” With your heavy breaths, you call her name. “It’s….it’s…. sooo.” You lost all sensation.

Sakura takes in more and more of your cock, pushing it deeper down her throat. With your back against the wall and struggling to get yourself up, you grab Sakura’s head. But she doesn’t mind you and continues to suck your cock whole.

“Sakura…Sakura…Sakura…I think I’m going to cum.”

She ignores your warning but instead bobs her head faster and faster. This sensation is much more pleasurable than before. Your cock soon is going to feel its climax. Soon it throbs one by one and shoots all your cum and sticks it inside Sakura’s mouth.

Sakura gets up on her feet and wipes the little bit of cum that is stuck on the edge of her lip. Her cheeks are puffed up and full of your sticky liquid.

*gulps*

“Like that?”

With your tired breaths, you nod. “Yup…” you slide down and sit on the floor, panting.

Sakura goes on all fours and crawls to you. “You know I still haven’t had my turn and...” Then like before, she gets to your ear and whispers. “I always have my turn.” She kisses you on the lips. This reignites your libido and rehardens your cock. The stiff shaft props itself up again. “Perfect.” She kisses you on the cheek and stands up.

Her perfect figure appears in front of you. Her eyes glare down at you as her hand moves over to the hem of her skirt and unzippers the side, and slowly she pulls it down. She removed the innocent-looking bow and unbuttons her blouse.

While you do this, you remove the rest of your pants and your polo. Now it is you butt naked on the cold, wet floor and Sakura up on your just in her underwear. You stare face to face at her crotch and her cute underwear.

“Ummm… am I suppose to do something?”

“Do you want to eat me?”

You get flustered. “Ummm, do… you really want me…?”

She looks at you and laughs. “You look so cute. Don’t worry, I can show you how later. But now, let me enjoy this.”

You sit there confused about what Sakura said but just sit there as Sakura removes her underwear, showing off her beautifully shaved pussy.

“I’ll ride you. This is going to feel good. If you want to stop, tell me, then I will. But in the end, I want you to cum in me. Cum in me so hard. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll be fine.”

She hovers her fold on top of your cock and aligns the tip to her entrance, moaning as she teases herself. Her eyes close with this appetizer of pleasure. Finally, enough with it, she slowly inserts herself into you. Your cock glides inside, lubricated by her saliva. It goes in smoothly without any incident.

Sakura’s legs are on either side of you. She squats as you fully penetrate her but shifts her posture to kneeling down. Finally, she can have better control. She moves up and down, at first slowly but then speeds up in pace.

Waves after wave of pleasure envelopes Sakura. She tries to suppress her moans by biting her lip. But sometimes, it is too much for her, and she lets out one or two. She holds on to your shoulders for support as she moves and rides you.

Her pussy moves forward, backward, left, and right. All around it goes. You have never felt this sensation before. Even Sakura’s mouth isn’t as lovely as her pussy. Your hands move up to her delicate waist. Soft skin that shouldn’t be scratched. Your fingers instead get a firm grasp on it. 

Sakura moves faster and faster as she goes taking interment breaks in between. You support her back with your hand to keep her from falling. Sakura gets more and more tired from her movements.

You notice her slowing down and decide to take your own initiative. You grab on to her ass, spread her butt cheeks, and thrust inside her. You push in yourself faster and stronger than Sakura was able to do.

“Fuuuuck!” Sakura screams. She dies down her pants. “Fuck, you are good.”

You get in faster and faster. Your turn in pleasuring each other.

With her hands-free, Sakura removes her bra. “Suck on them! Suck on them.”

Your eyes zero in on her two breasts. Your mouth sucking, biting, and doing whatever you want to her. All of this pleasure becomes too much for Sakura to handle. But she just takes it on and bears all of it. The third and final stimulus comes from her. Her hand lingers on her crotch and starts playing with her clit. Just like what you had before, three actions overwhelm your senses.

But you can start feeling the sensation below. The warm feeling grows. Now you trust as fast as you can, even quicker than before. Your tip reaches the deepest parts of her womb.

“Sakura…I’m going to cum again.”

“You know where…where I want it.”

You close your eyes as you reach the edge and then shoot out ropes and ropes of cum inside. Each round drains every drop inside you. You get surprised at how much cum you shot even after Sakura’s blowjob.

You and Sakura slum towards the wall behind, exhausted from all the sex. You lie down on the ground with your feet waddling on the water, Sakura’s body on top of you.

Sakura glazes in your eyes. “That was great.”

“Yeah, it was.” You lean in with your own initiative and kiss her yourself.

She accepts you and kisses you back. “Well, I guess. You are great on your first try. I can’t wait for more, babe.”

“Babe?”

“We are dating. aren’t we?”

“I guess we are.” You kiss her once more.

[mrspeetamellark]

Can you write something based on Johanna and Peeta's coworkers picking Katniss out of a crowd and telling Peeta he could never pick up her using a cheesy line? Peeta using a cheesy line on Katniss? Not knowing they're together. 😁

“Finnick, there’s no way I’m saying that to her,” Peeta told his cubicle mate as they waited in line at a Starbucks near their office.

“Why the hell not? Are you worried she’ll turn you down? I say you go for it. She’s gorgeous, and totally your type.”

Peeta rolled his eyes. “First, because that’s the lamest pickup line I’ve ever heard. And second, what makes you think you know what my type is? This is the first time we’ve hung out outside of the office.”

Finnick looked between Peeta and their other coworker Johanna and chuckled. “Because every time we’re in a meeting we catch you doodling braids and gray eyes in your notebook. That little cutie over there looks exactly like whatever dream girl you’ve conjured up in your mind.”

Peeta sighed and rubbed his forehead. “And let’s say I did decide to go along with your attempt at publicly humiliating me. What’s in it for me?”

“If she gives you her number, I’ll give you fifty bucks.”

“And if she turns me down?”

Finnick rubbed his hands together, a devious smile on his face. “You do my expense reports for the next two months.”

Johanna nudged Peeta. “What do you have to lose? It’s a good way to make some easy money. Fifty bucks is fifty bucks. Gas is expensive, my dude.”

“Fine,” Peeta grumbled. “I’ll do it. Anything to get you two nutcases to shut up. All I wanted was an iced coffee, not a forced conversation with a girl way out of my league.”

Finnick patted him on the back. “I have faith in you, buddy.”

Peeta snorted and shook his head. “No you don’t. You’re the biggest tightwad I know. You must really think I’ve got no chance with her if you’re offering me that kind of scrilla.”

Finnick’s sea green eyes sparkled mischievously. “Well I guess we’ll find out shortly what the verdict is. Go on, little buddy. Your queen awaits.”

Peeta flipped his coworkers off before trudging dejectedly towards the stunning brunette sitting at a table near the coffee shop’s front window. He took a deep breath on the walk over, giving himself a pep talk in preparation for his come-on.

When she saw him approach, the woman gave him a sweet smile and put down the book she was reading.

“Hello,” she said. “Nice day for a cup of coffee, isn’t it?”

He grinned. “Sure is, baby cakes. Listen, I know this might seem a bit forward, but I saw you sitting here and just had to introduce myself.” He gave her an appreciative once over and added, “I have to say, those short shorts look so good on you, I sure wish I had some butter for them biscuits. Any chance I can get your number? I think I could bake you feel real good.”

Peeta cringed internally as he watched her face go from relaxed to flabbergasted.

But then she surprised him by throwing her head back and laughing, hard. He released a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding when it sank in that he hadn’t completely blown his chance with her.

“Sure,” the woman said, still chuckling. “A guy that can keep a straight face while delivering a baking pun that cheesy deserves a shot. Hell, I’m so turned on right now you can even come to bread with me tonight, if you’d like.”

Peeta was shocked at how quick-witted the woman was. His interest in her increased significantly; he had always found a sense of humor attractive.

“Here,” he said, handing her his phone.

He smiled as he watched her type her phone number into the device, already imagining how he would spend Finnick’s money.

“There you go,” she said. “I’m Katniss, by the way.”

“Peeta. Nice to meet you.”

“You, too,” she replied, smiling. “Text me. I feel like this could be true loaf.”

Peeta laughed, then said his goodbyes to Katniss and walked back over to his coworkers.

A stunned Finnick gaped at him. “I can’t believe that worked. I purposefully picked the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard. Fuck.” He opened his wallet and reluctantly handed Peeta several bills.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” Peeta said, as he pocketed the cash with a grin.

A few minutes later, while the trio walked back to the office, a text notification pinged on Peeta’s phone.

Katniss: They have no idea, do they?

Peeta laughed and typed his reply.

Peeta: That I’ve been happily dating you for the past five years and that we totally just swindled them out of $50? Nope, they’re clueless ;) Nice acting, babe.

Katniss: Sweet! Dough you wanna get down and dirty at my place tonight? I knead you.

Peeta: Oh, hell yea, baby, I’m more than bready for you. Can’t wait to see you rise all night long.

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“Are they arguing again?!“ You sighed loudly. “What is with them?” you groaned hearing the two bicker back and forth. “They have some big problems.” you shook your head watching Nico shake in her shoes. Poor girl looked like she was about to blow a fuse hearing the two brothers shout insults at one another. 

“I don’t know but if they don’t shut up while I’m trying to work I’m gonna-” she began, tightening her grip on a screwdriver. You instantly rushed to her side. “Why I outta-”

“Easy tiger.” you put a hand on her shoulder. “Calm down for a second.” you chuckled. “Maybe they’re arguing over who gets to take over the hunt for tonight.”

“Well they’d better figure it out soon.” she seethed. “Hearing them is starting to make my skin crawl. You’d better prepare too. You want you energy up if you’re gonna get me some sick parts.” she perked up a bit, which made you shake your head. “Maybe a discarded head or something?”

“I’ll do my best. What you got for me today, anyways?” you joined her behind the work counter. 

“How does a baseball bat with a bunch of devil-proof nails stickin’ out sound?!”

“Now you’re speaking my language.” you cheered. “Let’s see it!”

...(Meanwhile)

“I swear you always do this, Vergil!” a disgusted Dante spat. “Once again, you are trying to get in my way.”

“Excuse me! I think not.” the older brother spat back. “Don’t think I intend on backing off because of your little schoolboy crush.”

“Y/N would never fall for filth like you.” Dante snarled. “Just face the facts, man.”

“And she would be interested in you?” Vergil laughed. “You really should have been a comedian, little brother.” he turned his nose up. “Let’s face it, you aren’t on her radar of suitors either.”

“If that weird kid with the damn annoying ass bird can garner her interest I sure as hell can.” Dante snapped.

“Still one more person she prefers over you, dear brother.”

Dante resisted the urge to punch Vergil across the nose. The last thing he wanted to do was alert you or make Nico upset. “You don’t know her like I do. She’s sweet and kind and way out of your league. I’ve heard how she talks about you! She can’t stand you.”

“You don’t know that. She could be just trying to spare your feelings.” Vergil rebutted. Although there was a part of him that let him to believe his sibling was telling the truth. “She hasn’t spoken the highest of you either, in case you’ve forgotten. She always seems to comment on how immature you are despite your age.”

“I’d rather her hate me forever and avoid you than have you dig your claws into her with your tactics.” Dante hissed. “I don’t care if she doesn’t love me...but to know she would ever choose you over me...” he stopped talking. “Stay away from Y/N Vergil. I’m warning you. She’s young, innocent, pure. Unlike you, ya piece of shit.” he huffed one last time before pushing past him.

He walked back towards the van, huffing and complaining to himself. How dare that slimy asshole even think for a second he could get anyone like you on his side? Vergil must have been dreaming.

Or maybe Dante was just hoping he was. He was pleased to find you hopping out the back of the van swinging your bat. The look of pure joy on your face made his heart flutter. 

“Hiya Dante!!”

“Hey, Y/N! Excited for tonight?”

“Yep! You joining the hunt? I wanna show you my sick skills!” you played with your bat.

“You know it babe.”

...(Later on that night)

“Y/N look!” You turned your head to Nero who was holding a demon skull. “I’m here to haunt you!” He made a bunch of creepy noise and made it pretend it was flying.

“No! You’ll never take me alive!” You began running ahead as Nero chased you. 

“Grrr I’ll get you!” you could hear him behind you, laughing at the top of his lungs. You could hear the crunch of his boots against the ground. “You can run but you can’t hide Y/N!” You bolted ahead of Vergil and Dante, who looked less than pleased. 

“Nero NO!!” you laughed, hopping over a fire hydrant. “You throw that at me I will swing!!”

“Hey! Would you stop acting like a bunch of children for three seconds!” an annoyed Vergil snapped. “I haven’t the patience for your silly games.”

“Shut up, old man.” Nero caught up, glaring potholes into his father’s head. “Don’t get mad that I get all of Y/N’s attention and she won’t even look your way.” he threw an arm around your shoulder. “You’re just jealous she’d rather hang out with me than you.”

“How dare you speak to me that way!” Vergil began lashing out.

“Guys calm down.” you stepped between the two. “Nero come on, we have a job to do.”

Nero smirked at his father. He knew his old man had a crush on you. He thought it was pretty weird, considering you were much younger than him. He also knew Dante had a thing for you as well. It was exactly why he, Nico, and Lady made it a mission to make sure they wouldn’t sink their claws into you. (Not so much Trish...she didn’t care enough to interfere unless it affected you negatively...give it a few days....oops, spoke too soon)

Vergil met your eyes. You felt a bit guilty. You knew this was a big mission and you were goofing off with Nero. It wasn’t even that bad to be honest, he just hated seeing his...son...of all people getting close to you. Vergil instantly felt like a jerk. He didn’t mean to make you sad, he was just...ugh. Damn him and his anger.

“Vergil.” Dante made his presence known. “Leave Y/N alone.” he came to your side. “Nothing wrong with having a bit of fun.” he practically replaced Nero’s arm with his, swatting his arm off you. 

“Whatever.” Nero scoffed. “Come on Y/N. Don’t let the oldies slow you down.” he began walking ahead of you three.

“Hey Nero! Wait up-” You attempted to jog, only to be halted by a hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey, why don’t you walk with me for a while?” Dante began leading you down the street. “If a demon comes along, I’ll make sure to protect you.” He threw an arm around your shoulder. “I’ll protect you from the bad guys.”

“I can take care of myself.” You replied. “But thanks, Dante.” You shyly shrugged Dante’s arm off you. “Hey Nero! Wait for me!” You ran up.

“Smooth move, idiot.” Vergil smirked at his brother’s rejection. “But watch how it’s really done.” the cocky man walked ahead of his brother. “Hey, Y/N...”

Before you could fully catch up to Nero, Vergil stopped you and made you walk with him. “Yes, Vergil?” you smiled politely. “What’s up?”

“I don’t think I’ve have the chance to compliment you on your stunning good looks today.” he smiled at you.

“Umm, no offense Vergil but I’ve been knuckles deep in monster parts and devil blood, I’m the last thing you should consider stunning or good looking.” you replied sheepishly.

“Insecurity is an ugly monster.” he hummed thoughtfully.

“...I’ll remember that.” you felt the heat rush to your face. “U-um....bye now!” You looked at the devil skull on the ground. “TAKE THAT!” you used your bat to swing it like a golfball at Nero’s arm.

“HEY! You’ll pay for that Y/N!” Nero yelled, starting to chase you down the street. You laughed as you ran down the street. 

...

“ALL RIGHT Y/N!!” Nero thrust his fist into the air as you jumped down from the balcony you had been fighting on. 

“Thank you!! and FUCK YOU!” you kicked a random head sending it flying into a garbage can. 

“Not bad for a human-”

“NoT bAd FoR a HuMaN!” you mocked Nero. “Come on! We’re making great timing!!” 

Vergil watched you as you ran ahead of the bunch. You could definitely hold your own ass. You were truly amazing. When that demon had grabbed you and he was gonna go into demon mode to save you, before you he could even take another step you had already made it down. 

What did Nero or that V fellow have that you didn’t? Why did you enjoy being around him so much? He watched you two laugh at the top of your lungs. Damn, if he started holding your hand, he’d go ballistic. 

Meanwhile Dante was cheering you on inside. You could definitely keep up with him. Surely you’d be happier with Nero...he was closer to your age. He didn’t care...as long as you didn’t end up with Vergil. He’d forbid it.

Another bloodbath later and everything was done! You had high fived Nico as you hopped back on the van. 

“Could you drop me back home? I am in desperate need of a shower.”

“Sure thing Y/N!” Nico threw everything you had gotten for her in the workshop. “How’d it go?”

“Y/N kicked ass of course. I could barely get any hits in.” Dante laughed, plopping down.

“Keep up next time.” you shrugged, setting your weapon down.

“Your smugness will be your downfall, little girl.” Vergil scoffed at you. 

“You’re one to talk, Vergil.” you found yourself speaking back. The van had already sped off while you were speaking. “Every word out of your mouth is something smug.” you glowered.

“Watch it! I’m old enough to be your father.” he warned.

“Oh...I’m so scared...daddy.” you rolled your eyes.

Vergil froze. What the- How the- Why the...He didn’t even register the van coming to a stop and you jumping down. Dante on the other hand was green with envy. If anyone had a daddy kink it was him! Where did Vergil get off coaxing such a phrase from your lips! That should have been for him...now he was mad.

The van door closed leaving a strange chill over the older Sparda men.

“If you two idiots love Y/N so much why don’t you either team up or shut up.” Nico glowered, noticing how dull the mood was. “If there’s only one Y/N, do what siblings do and fuckin’ share already.” she huffed.

“Dude! Y/N isn’t some kinda toy!” Nero protested. “I forbid you two from going near her!” he tried to put his foot down. He’d be damned if his best friend be manipulated by those two.

“I’d rather die again than share with this...idiot!!” Vergil snapped.

“I’d rather die this instant!” Dante one-uped his brother.

...

The two practically fought to get to your door. Vergil grabbed Dante’s leg and Dante tripped Vergil in an effort to get to the door first.

You were surprised to see the two there, breath heaving. It made you sort of embarrassed to have shown up to the door in a bathrobe.

“Guys?” you raised an eyebrow. You combed your fingers through your hair to work out the knots.

The two paused. Your body was nearly completely soaking wet, so you obviously had just gotten out the bath. Having demon senses, they both could feel the warmth radiating off you. 

“Any reason you two are fighting at my door? My neighbors are old ladies, they could call the cops if you aren’t careful.” you joked.

Vergil watched a singular water droplet run down your neck and drop into your cleavage. Dante always wondered what your living space looked like, it was definitely a highlight of you from what he saw.

“Y/N! We have an issue....and you need to solve it for us.” Vergil coughed.

“Um ....okay?” you raised an eyebrow. “What can I do for you-”

“Who do you see as a potential romantic partner? Me or Vergil!” Dante finally came out with it.

“Pardon me?” you raised an eyebrow. 

“This oaf and I have been vying for your affection since we saved your life 5 months ago and you became a part of this little organization.” Vergil sighed. “Either you know and you ignore it or you’re more ditzy than I thought?”

“Vying, for my affections?” you raised an eyebrow. You suddenly hugged yourself, feeling very exposed. “Nero wasn’t kidding?”

“Nero told you!?” they both gasped in surprised.

“Yeah...he did. That’s why I thought he was full of shit.” you laughed. “B-but um..I guess not.” you giggled.

“That little-”

“BRAT” “ASSHOLE!”

You watched as the two began griping about Nero and how he couldn’t leave well-enough alone. 

“So...you two...with me?” you tilted your head to the side. 

“I’ve loved you longer.” Dante piped up. “When you uncle called me up to handle an extermination and you just hid behind a wall the whole time...how quickly you changed your tune.” he laughed.

“Well I love Y/N for the person she is inside! She has a pure heart?”

“That you can tarnish?” Dante fired back.

“BOYS!” you called over them. “I swear you two are more brotherly than you think.” you shook our head.

Suddenly, the phrase ghosted over their heads. 

Do what siblings do and share....

“Y/N...may we come in?” Dante stepped forward.

“We have matters to discuss.” Vergil followed.

Poor, unknowing, innocent you.

“Sure, just lemme get dressed.” you made room for them to walk in.

“Don’t worry, darling...this is strictly business between us and you.”

(Probably gonna do something Nero related soon)