#short reply is fine dont sweat

[evie-sturns]

Please - Matt Sturniolo

summary: you've never been interested in sex, not until you met your boyfriend matt. when you ask him to take your virginity he obviously gives you what you ask for.

contains: virgin!reader, gentle!matt, virginity loss, fluff, smut, aftercare, fingering.

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i'm a virgin, it's not like i have a real reason for it, but i've never found a guy i could trust.

matt and i have been dating for 2 months and we've done just about everything, execpt for hooking up. matt's never pushed me to do anything which i appreciate. but now that i've got to know matt i've been craving him, his touch.

7:29pm

i cuddle close to matt's side in bed as i stare at his phone, i watch him scroll through tiktok aimlessly.

i look up at matts side profile, a light stubble spread across his jaw. his blue eyes are locked on his screen.

i move my leg over matt's, shifting closer to him so my crotch is pressed against the side of his leg.

i sigh lightly, closing my eyes as i feel a heat grow between my thighs.

it's the way matt's lips are red, almost begging to be kissed that turns me on.

i don't even realise it, but i'm pathetically rubbing my clit against his leg.

"you okay sweetheart?" matt whispers from above me,

"what-? no i'm fine." i play it off,

matt places his phone down before shifting up, his back resting against the headboard.

matt grabs me under my arms and drags me up onto his lap, i straddle him and look down at him

matt just stares into my eyes like hes waiting for me to say something.

"matt.." i mutter, fidgeting with the ties of his sweatpants.

he looks at my lips, nodding understandably.

"i think that i want you to touch me, i- i need you." i say softly,

matt rubs his eyes, hes clearly flustered.

"what?" he says with a small laugh.

"matt don't make me say it again." i sigh, reaching my hands up and covering my face.

"tell me what you want and i'll give it to you y/n." matt says, grabbing my wrists and tugging them away from my pink face.

i hesitate for a second before speaking

"i want you to fuck me matt." i spit out, matt smiles lightly

"i can definitely do that for you," matt speaks, earning a playful slap from me.

matt reaches for the hem of my shirt, tugging it lightly. i grab his hand to stop him for a second.

"matt- i'm a virgin." i whisper, matt's eyes widen

"thats okay! thats perfectly fine." matt nods, making me feel better. "are you sure you want to do this? we don't have to if you're not ready."

"i don't really know what i'm doing." i mumble, matt nods before grabbing my chin, making me look at him.

i adjust myself on matt's lap to make myself comfortable.

"do you ever.. touch yourself?" matt asks quietly,

"um- i don't know." i reply shyly.

"you don't know?" he teases, earning a small giggle from me.

"yes- yeah i do, shut up-" i laugh, "how often?" matt asks

"every week or so- maybe." i whisper, matt nods before sitting up off the headboard.

he stands up, holding me up by my ass as he starts to mark up my neck with hickeys. matt lays me down on the matress and takes a step back. he reaches out his cold hand to the waistband of my sweat-shorts.

"can i take these off pretty girl?" he asks softly, i nod frantically "yeah- yes."

he slowly slides my shorts down my thighs, keeping a straight face the whole time.

he chucks them to the side of the room, i dont waste time to tug off my shirt aswell,

leaving me in my matching white lace bra and panties on the bed under matt, suddenly the realisation hits that this is actually happening. i shoot up into a seated position quickly,

"hey- you okay?" matt laughs slightly,

"matt" my voice wobbles, concern washes over his face.

"whats going baby-?" he speaks with worry laced in his voice

"im scared." i whisper out, he sits down on the bed next to me, "what if it hurts- and i'm not gonna be good at this matt- i don't know what to do well" i ramble out

"you don't have to be good, you dont have to do anything, you can just lay back and i'll talk you through it, would you like that?" matts voice is gentle,

"and it won't hurt, i promise."

i nod with a shaky sigh, he grabs my jaw and presses his lips against mine.

"right- so what's going to happen is i'm going to stretch 'ya out a little first is that okay?" matts tone is more gentle and understanding now.

"okay." i mumble, laying back on the matress as my legs dangle off the edge of the bed.

matt kneels between my legs, he gently pulls my panties down my legs while his cold finger tips trace circles on my inner thighs.

"you're gonna take two fingers for me?" matt says, i sink my top teeth into my bottom lip with a small giggle.

he presses the pad of his finger against my hole, he slowly pushes his large finger inside of me.

the cold metal of his rings against the warmth of my walls makes me squirm already.

matt doesnt waste time to push another finger inside of me, the stretch burns.

i've only ever fingered myself, my fingers are significantly smaller than matts so the feeling is different.. better.

he curls his fingers inside of me, repeatedly hitting a spot which is making the knot in my stomach clench.

"matt- oh my god!" i whimper out as he spreads his fingers apart inside of me. "it feels so good-" i babble,

i squeeze my eyes shut,

my eyes instantly spring back open as i feel matt's soft lips against my clit.

my hands instantly find there way to his brunette locks, my fingers intertwine into them.

i clench around his fingers again as he curls them

suddenly he pulls out of me, edging me completley

"matt!-" i start to protest, but he shushes me

"sh- sh i know, don't want you to cum yet cause we don't want to overstimulate you baby" matt says softly, tugging down his sweatpants.

there is a various obvious bulge in his sweatpants, i squeeze my thighs together as i look at it. matt runs a hand through his hair before tugging down his boxers, letting them fall to his ankles.

i sit up on my elbows as i stare at his erection, he is big.

very big.

"matt- how is that meant to fit inside of me- you said it wasn't going to hurt" i start to ramble, matt lets out a small laugh

"don't boost my ego." he laughs while rubbing his eyes

"matt seriously! the most i've ever had was your fingers which was like- 2 minutes ago!" i whine

"you'll be okay, i promise" matt chuckles,

"just lay back for me, you can hold my hand." matt says,

holding matt's hands and fingers have always been an anxiety response for me, he knows its comforting to me thats why he lets me whenever i'm scared.

he grabs my hand as i lay back, he grabs his base with his spare hand and lines himself up with me. "are you sure?" he asks again,

"yes- please!" i say impatiently,

he presses his tip, but nothing happens. "are you in?" i breathe out, he shakes his head

matt hesitates for a second before letting my hand go, he walks over to his closet.

"what-" i whisper, he turns back around with a bottle of lube in his hand which he holds shyly.

"its not gonna be comfortable for you if we don't have this." matt says to me as he squeezes some of the cold liquid out onto my folds

he reaches down and spreads some on his length, "lets try this again" he laughs.

matt grabs my hand again before pushing inside of me, i let out a wince.

"you're doing so well, so good for me baby, you've taken the tip." matt praises me,

"do you want more?" he asks teasingly, "yes- please" i beg

matt presses further into me, my walls stretch around him as i let out loud moans, somewhat pleasured but also a mix of pain.

he finally bottoms out, a low whimper falling from his red lips. "are you feeling okay?" his voice shakes

"i- i don't know." i laugh slightly, "do you want me to move?" matt asks, rubbing my fingers with his hand.

"yes- i think so" i smile at him stupidly before matt thrusts, he does small thrusts, being careful not to go too deep.

"you are- so fucking tight." matt says under his breath.

after several thrusts the pain goes away, now pleasure coarses through my body.

"i- oh my fuck, this feels s-so good" i stammer,

"youre taking me so well, you know you are." he says, locking eyes with me.

"you feel so good around me princess, so so good." matt's voice wobbles, he's holding back everything he has to not cum now.

i arch my back with a pathetic moan, feeling a familiar feeling in my stomach come back. matt places an arm by my head, caging me slightly.

"matt- oh fuck" i whine, squeezing his hand impossibly tight. i feel matt's dick twitch inside of me as his cheeks flush red.

abrubtly the knot in my stomach snaps, i didn't even realise it was coming until it did.

i clench hard around matt and feel warmth flow through my whole body, i release with a loud scream of his name as i claw at his back.

matt pulls out almost instantly, painting my chest and neck with white, my eyes widen as i sit up, but i instantly fall back down onto my back,

"shit i- i am so sorry for that aim" matt laughs

he reaches his palm out and wipes my neck clean, before collapsing down next to me.

"i love you so much matt" i mumble sleepily.

"i love you too princess" matt grins, pulling me close to his side. he pecks my face with kisses.

"im sorry for finishing so fast, i didn't even know it was coming-" i start up, matt shuts me up with a hand over my mouth

"im actually glad you finished fast, i was literally battling inner demons to not finish as soon as i started fucking you." matt breathes out.

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[hoshifighting]

I was reading your leaving after a fight reaction and o got an idea could you please do one where reader leaves and goes to a bar and gets drunk they get a call from the bar and it’s just fluff

seventeen reacting to you getting drunk after a fight WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol and arguments, & fluff too.

seungcheol grabs his keys, his mind racing. he can’t let you drown in this. when he arrives at the bar, he spots you immediately. you’re laughing with a group, a glass in hand. “hey!” he snaps, but the bark in his tone quickly fades as you turn to him “what the hell are you doing? this isn’t fun. you need to come home.” he tries to keep his voice steady, but the concern leaks through. “why? so we can fight more?” you roll your eyes, but u look vulnerable still. “you think you’re perfect? you’re not!” “i never said that. im just taking care of you” he bites. your eyes soften, and relief washes over him as you touch his arm, guiding him toward the door.

jeonghan's phone buzzes, cutting through his thoughts. it’s the bar, and his stomach drops. “on my way,” he snaps, not bothering to hide the urgency in his voice. when he arrives you turn, a grin spreading across your face that makes his heart ache. “jeonghan! come join the party!” “this isn’t a party! you need to come home y/n.” he reaches for the glass in your hand, gently prying it away. “let’s go home and talk this out. please babygirl” you hesitate, the fire in your eyes dimming as you look at him, the fight leaving your body.

joshua dont hop into the car, he throws himself in!!! he asks the bar number if you're doing okay as he drives. “there you are,” he says, pushing through the crowd. you know joshua cares too much. he’s sweet like that, always wanting to shield you from everything, even yourself. you look down at the bar top, the wood grain swirling under your fingertips. “i just... needed a break.” “from me?” he asks, sadly. you bite your lip. joshua’s expression softens, and he reaches out, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “can we just talk about it? please?” u glance up, meeting his gaze, and it feels like home. “fine. but only if u promise to stop being so fucking cute when we fight.” he chuckles, relief flooding his features. “no promises, babe.”

junhui “where are you?” he texts after the call, worry oozing through the words. “out,” you reply tersely, taking another drink. “the bar? seriously?” “what if i am?” you shoot back, but inside, you know you’re pushing him away. “stay there. i’ll be there soon.” “don’t bother,” you type, but your heart sinks at the thought of him not showing up. a short while later, the door swings open, and there he is—his hair a little messy, eyes scanning the room until they land on you. he strides over, concern etched into his features. “what are you doing?” he asks, taking the seat next to you. “just enjoying my night,” you reply, a little too defensively. he raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “by drinking alone?” “i’m not alone; i have my drink,” you mutter, taking a long sip as if it could drown your frustration. he leans closer, his voice dropping to a gentle tone. “you know that’s not what i meant. you’re not okay. let me take care of you baby? hm?” you nod, feeling the walls you built starting to crumble. “fine, but if you keep looking at me like that, i might just forgive you too easily.”

hoshi wrinkled his nose the moment he smelled the strong drink you were drinking, he was clearly sweating like he was running a marathon to get to where you were. “you’re mad at me, but this isn’t how we solve things... you know you can tell me anything, right? even if it’s hard?” you take a deep breath, feeling the tension in your chest begin to ease. “i just hate fighting with you. it feels like we’re always stuck in this cycle.” “i hate it too,” he admits, reaching for your hand. “but running away doesn’t fix it. let’s talk.” “talk? like, actually talk?” you tease, a small smile creeping onto your face. “yeah, that thing where we don’t just yell at each other,” he says, grinning back. “i’m pretty good at it.” you can’t help but laugh, the sound lightening the mood.

wonwoo slides the helmet, and hops on his motorcycle, a few moments later, the door swings open, and there he is—hands in his pockets, that serious yet soft expression making your heart ache. he spots you and makes his way over, concern etched in his features. “you’re really here,” he says, his voice low. “didn’t think you’d come,” you reply, trying to sound indifferent, but you're soft. “and leave you alone like this? not a chance.” he sits beside you, his presence instantly calming. you glance at him, catching the way his brows furrow slightly. he squeezes your hand and kisses your neck softly “let's go home, hm? i'll give u a nice warm bath and we'll talk before going to bed, is that okay, sweetie?”

woozi strides over the bar, hair messy, body stiff, eyes worried, after the call, and you can see the scolding ready to spill from his lips. “i can’t believe you left without telling me. i was worried sick. you really just left? you could’ve told me!” “ listen jihoon, i didn’t want to fight anymore. it was too much.” he flinches, he didn't mean to snap at you, but he was really worried. “i get it,” he replies quietly, his voice gentler now. “but you know you can tell me when it gets too heavy, right?” you take a deep breath, the tension in your shoulders easing just a little. “what do u say we talk about it over ice cream? my treat,” he suggests, a playful grin breaking through. “ice cream sounds perfect,” you reply, matching his smile. “you always know how to fix things.” “it’s a talent,” he jokes, and you can’t help but laugh, the heaviness of earlier fading into something sweet.

minghao asks the bartended to pass the phone to you, “i’m coming to get you,” minghao’s voice is steady, cutting through your haze. “you shouldn’t be there.” “i’m fine,” you snap, but even you can hear the slight slur in your words. he knows you better than that. “you’re not,” he replies. when minghao finally walks in, the door swings open, and the bell jingles, like a damn superhero coming to save the day. “hey,” he says softly, the frown on his face deepening as he takes in your state. “you look… rough.” “yeah, well, thanks for the observation,” you retort, but there’s no real bite in your words. he steps closer, the scent of him wrapping around you like a familiar hug. “i didn’t ask you to come.” “no, but you need me,” he counters, taking your hand, grounding you. his touch makes your cheeks flush, and you can’t help but lean into him, feeling the fight inside you melt away. “let’s talk, okay? i love you and I hate fighting with you.” you melt, and minghao smiles small.

mingyu in quesiton of minutes was there, tall and worried searching for you on the bar, the call made him stumble on his feet on his way there. “you really shouldn’t be here,” you murmur, but your heart races as he approaches, the worry etched on his face only making you want to lean into him. “and you shouldn’t be here alone. we both know you’ll feel worse if you stay out like this. just let me take care of you.” the softness in his tone makes your heart twist. “you don’t have to play the hero.” “but i want to,” he insists, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his. the warmth of his grip pulls you back from the edge of your frustration, reminding you of everything you love about him. “please?” you take a deep breath, the tension in your shoulders easing as you look into his eyes. “fine. let’s go home.” “thank you,” he whispers, pulling you into a hug that feels like coming home, before arriving in.

seokmin not even five minutes later appears on the bar, seokmin steps inside, scanning the crowd until his eyes land on you. relief floods his expression, and he rushes over, pulling you into his arms before you can say a word. “what the hell, you scared me,” he murmurs, hugging your back tightly. his warmth seeps into you, and you can’t help but melt a little. “you’re drunk.” his concern wraps around you like a blanket, and suddenly, the anger feels distant. “let’s get you out of here,” he whispers, still holding you close. “i don’t want you to feel like this.” “it’s just�� everything’s a mess,” you admit, your voice cracking a bit. “we were fighting and—” “i know,” he interrupts softly, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. “but we can talk about it later. right now, i just want to make sure you’re okay.” the sincerity in his gaze makes you want to cry, and you nod slowly. “okay.” he smiles gently, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “let’s go home, yeah?”

seungkwan the minutes tick by slowly, and every time the door swings open, your heart skips a beat. finally, you spot him striding in, “it’s… it’s not safe for you to be out like this,” he says. you pout. “i can take care of myself.” “you’re making this harder than it has to be,” he grumbles. as you slide off the bar stool, he’s already there, an arm around your waist, guiding you out. you laugh, the sound a bit shaky. “u should try being less of a pain in the ass, kwanniee” you tease, but it’s soft, a flicker of something sweet cutting through the tension. he smirks, finally breaking into a grin. “noted. now, let’s get you home before you say something else you’ll regret.”

vernon would keep his emotions bottled up, when he's almost purple in worry, would run to the bar fast, breathing properly only when he finally sees you. “i don’t need you to babysit me,” you sulk when you feel him taking you from the bar stool, “just… please? for once, let me be the responsible one,” he replies squeezing your waist. “oh, shut up,” you say, rolling your eyes but unable to hide the smile creeping onto your face. “i was just having a good time.” “more like trying to forget about our fight,” he counters, crossing his arms, but there’s a playful glint in his eyes. “let’s get you home before you embarrass yourself further.”

chan before the bartender ended the call, was already on the way. the moment he reaches you, he slips an arm around your shoulder, guiding you away from the noise. “you okay?” he asks, searching your face with those steady eyes. you can see the maturity in his expression, the way he balances concern in his heart with the logic, “i will be,” you say, though you know it’s not entirely trrue. his presence calms the storm brewing inside you, and u lean into him. “you’re allowed to feel things,” he expresses, squeezing your shoulder reassuringly. “but next time, can we talk instead of shouting? i’d rather understand what you’re going through.” you nod, the way he watches over you even after an imense fight. “yeah, that sounds good babe...” he smiles with the full of love name.

[wolfstargazer]

10th May - Only one bed/room - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 711

Remus was out of breath as he burst into the room. Sirius followed closely behind, having barely broken a sweat but eyes darting wildly, trying to figure out if they'd been followed before closing the door and locking it with a muttered incantation.

Remus cursed his body, weakened as it was so close to the full moon. It had betrayed him, failing him when he needed it the most. It had put them both at risk in their task to wait and watch and see if the information they'd received about the Dolohov and MacNair proved to be correct.

But they had been spotted, it had been all his fault, and Remus felt shame again as he remembered the way he'd slumped against Sirius, relying on his power and his pure physicality to Apparate them out of danger and to bring them here.

It was a Muggle hotel, perhaps somewhere unfashionable in a large urban area? Perhaps London somewhere? The man behind reception had waved them through with barely a glance as Sirius had slid the notes across the counter. The man had flicked the ash from his lit cigarette into a coffee cup with nicotine stained fingers before passing the set of keys. Remus wondered how it was that Sirius knew this place...wondered when and why he'd been here before...

Perhaps once he would have asked. Or perhaps not, Remus conceeded, his curiosity always stifled by a shy awkwardness and something too much like jealously for comfort that held him back from prying.

Remus still struggled to catch his breath, leaning back, taking in the wallpaper peeling from the walls and the bed with scratchy blankets, the silence broken only by his unsteady breathing.

"I'm sorry," Remus offered, weakly, desperate for something to say.

Sirius turned from where he had been peering through the peep hole in the door, dark hair falling in front of his eyes.

"It's fine," he said, simple and short.

A moment of silence from the hallway beyond told them both that they hadn't been followed.

"Lie down," Sirius said coolly, his eyes taking in Remus levelly who was trying and failing to conceal his pain.

"I...I just need a moment."

Sirius eyebrows drew together. He was unconvinced.

"Don't try to hide it. You need to recover. This close to the full moon is always difficult..."

Sirius trailed off, and Remus felt a tightening in his stomach. Remus caught the discomfort flicker in Sirius' face, a ghost of familiarity he quickly chased away with sarcasm when he said, "You'll be no good to the Order if you keel over."

Reluctantly, Remus made his way over to the bed, kicking off his shoes before laying down. The mattress sagged badly beneath him, but he couldn't deny the relief it afforded his weary body.

A strange tension settled between them. Sirius sat down on a chair that he put by the door, throwing his jacket over the back of it, settling in to keep watch. Although uneasy, Remus felt comforted by the presence of Sirius in a way that pained him to realise. And soon enough, he had closed his eyes and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

It was some hours later when he woke, confused as to where he was. Darkness had stolen into the unfamiliar room, and Remus' eyes struggled to adjust to take in his surroundings, strange shadows cast by furniture he couldn't place.

Remus shifted and felt the weight of a body close beside him. It made him start, his heart lept into his throat, before a familiar voice said lowly, softly, "Dont worry. It's me. I just needed to...lie down."

Suddenly, Remus' senses seemed to return. The sight of the dark silhouette of Sirius in the bed beside him. The sound of his breathing. The scent of woodsmoke and spice. The warm pressure of his body, so close and yet kept so carefully apart. It was heaven to feel him beside him, and hell to be reminded of how distant they remained.

Remus could do nothing. Mere inches existed between them. He could not reply. He waited a moment, held his breath, willing for Sirius to say something further...

And in the silence that followed, Remus turned away.

[heeseungismymanz]

𝑀𝓎 𝒲𝒶𝓎

Synopsis: You and heeseung have been dating for about 3 months now. You both were the most popular people on the entire campus. It was all fine until you two got in a fight because of his ex. But now you have to go your own 𝒲𝒶𝓎.

Mentioning: All of enhypen (heeseungs friendgroup), yunjin lsfm (y/n bestie), yunah illit (heeseungs sister and your bestie), karina aespa (y/n bestie), keeho p1h (y/n ex), yeji itzy ( heeseungs ex ),more..

°•More under cut•°

Pairing: Popular bf!Heeseung x Popular gf!Fem Reader

Taglist: @mitmit01 @mimisxs

BOLD = CANT BE TAGGED

Warnings: Cursing,Fighting,love language is pt so will hug,cuddle alot,nothing much,idrk!

SFW MINORS ALLOWED!!

𝑀𝓎 𝒲𝒶𝓎

**GOOD MORNING GORGEOUS** your alarm rings "Y/N WAKE UP!" You wake up to see your boyfriend staring at you and see you were sweating. "Y/N you okay? You were sweating really hard." You could tell you were sweating but you didnt know why. After realizing you just didnt say anything to him you quickly reply "oh yeah. were gonna be late lets get ready for school" You get ready for school. Dress up,hair,makeup, and perfume. "Hee im leaving to school" you say softly but loud enough for him you hear you. "Alright ill see you then! Love you" he says basically shouting from your bathroom. "Love you too"

Walking to school you see your friends karina,yunjin,and yunah. You run up to them, now more energetic. "GIRLS OMG!" You say basically yelling at them even though your right next to yunjin. "What the fuck girl why you yellin?" Karina says. "Just excited to see yall! But lets go before the bell rings. Its gonna ring in 5 minutes!" You say running ahead of them.

You get to your locker and open it. Placing your bags inside, Jake, heeseungs bestfriend walks up to you. "Hey! Is heeseung here? I wanna give yall an invitation." He says eagerly looking for heeseung. "Oh no but you can give it to me." You say as if you were tired with a raspy voice. "Oh sure! Its a party at my house." His house? You never beem there. Still you reply "Oh okay thanks!" You smiled at jake then walked away to your friends.

"Hey yun are you going to Jakes party?" You ask Yunah. "Uh maybe not. Have you seen my brother hee?" She asks acting like heeseung is the most valuable thing in the world (he is haha) "oh no i havent." You say then ask Yunjin "Jinnie are you going to Jakes party?" Asking desperately to not be alone. "Uhm no, he's a boppity bop whore" She says honestly disgusted. "Yeah he hooked up with like 10 girls in 2 days, no thanks." Yunah adds. "But yun,jinnie, i dont wanna be alone. Hes way out of my league and i dont wanna show up to his house because hes my boyfriends BESTFRIEND. And i know hee isnt going because he has basketball practice." You say annoyed. Then you hear, "Girl wake up! Your way better than him. Just come with us. Ill FORCE yun and jinnie to come to the cute cafe nearby." Looking behind your shoulder you see Karina. "Rina dont scare me like that!" You say honestly scared. "My bad just wake up!" Karina says. "Okay after classes im gonna be at my moms house then on monday ima be at my dads just for a visit." You say tiredly. "Oh okay" Rina,Yun,and Jinnie say in unison. "Just don't forget to add extra alarms cause you definitely wont Wake Up" Yunah says. You all laugh and walk thru the cherry blossom trees at the entrace of your school garden.

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AN: Im so sorry this was short 😭 i feel pressured to make it good not long. And my auto-correct was off while i wrote this and i was a lil drunk even tho i didnt drink and probs never will and it was 5 am... But enjoy haha!

[sneevl13t]

dropping this because i dont want to lose my original work, will edit with every microsoft word page i exceed

02/01 UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE IT IS DUE IN 5TH OF JANUARY BUT I DONT WANT TO COMPELTE IT UH OH!!!

Will the world ever wonder, what comes after death?

Will it be dark, or would I be greeted with the gates of paradise?

Will I be lonely, or will you be there with me?

“Telos!” The voice of a young girl, oh so familiar to the ears of the world, echoed through the meadows. Despite his peace being interrupted, Telos looked back to see Arche running towards him without a care in the world. Within seconds, she crashed onto him, her long, curly blonde hair waving freely in the breeze of the wind. The two kids laughed at the simplicity of the moment, the rays coming from the sunset glistening upon their skin.

After a while, they finally get back on their feet. Arche was huffing due to how fast she ran towards him, a drop of sweat coming down from her forehead to her cheek, eventually dropping down to the ground. “You’re far too energetic for your own good.” Telos spoke with a faux frown on his face, ruffling up Arche’s hair before he went back to admiring the sunset.

Arche, naïve as ever, could only giggle at him. However, his focus on the sunset caught her eye. Why is he so focused on the sunset? The thoughts swirled in her mind as she admired him, almost as much as he admired the sunet.

How does he remain calm in every situation: no matter how big or small?

How does he get blessed for his beauty: his flowy brown hair and iridescent blue eyes?

How does he never see her: was she always his second choice?

The thoughts linger on Arche’s mind for far too long, and her focus was eventually taken away from her best friend. The bellflowers that decorates the meadow lays still, indicating the wind had halted its breeze. “Telos,” She spoke softly, trying to gain his attention. “If we get separated in the future, would you remember me after a century?”

“Are you dumb? I’d be dead by then. Of course I wouldn’t remember you.” Telos replied half-heartedly, even snorting at the supposedly ‘dumb’ question.

Arche felt a flare of disappointment and bitterness in her heart, but she kept her persistence, demanding an answer from Telos. “Come on! Have some creativity for once. You’re always so technical and factual…” There was a clear giveaway of her distress, one of which was the way her eyebrows furrowed and her soft cheeks puffing up.

“Fine,” Telos sighed in annoyance, leaning just a tad bit closer to the younger kid next to him, wrapping an arm around Arche’s shoulder.

“Let’s just say… I would still remember you after a century.” Telos spoke softly, making sure that Arche kept her eyes on him to know that he truly did mean it. “You mean a lot to me, Arche, even if I don’t show it.” He continued, ignoring the distant cries of the meadowlarks which had descended upon their ceremonial meeting place. “And I do realie that this is a serious moment, but I would like to add that the question is still dumb because I know that you know that this will be my answer.”

Upon finishing his words, Telos soon earned a smack in the face from Arche, and the laughter began once more when he saw how bummed she looked. “Hey, it’s the truth! Come on, you know I’m right!” Telos said amidst his laughter, patting Arche’s back as he does so.

Seeing how Arche was still pouting, almost like a petulant toddler, Telos rolled his eyes before dragging her up from the fallen tree log, holding her close so that she remains stable in the sudden change from sitting to standing. “Do you want to go back now? It’s starting to get dark, and I know that you’re a scaredy cat.” Telos teased her, receiving a grumpy grumble in return. He couldn’t help but smile at her act, already walking back to their village.

As the pair made their short way back to home, the darkness of the night slowly engulfing the previous sunset colouring. The squawking of birds, big and small, had begun once more. The magenta bellflowers, which was already beautiful in the sunlight, had somehow glows much more in the moonlight.

[fictitious-fluff]

IVE FINISHED THE GIFTTT even though its a few days late- I was your secret santa!!! Merry late Christmas XD

First time writing for tadc, was definitely interning. Might have been a little rushed and short since I had some trouble writing at the start, but I hope you like it ^^ @colinthegaycomputer hopefully I dont have any typos LOL

Tysm to @hypahticklish for hosting this @squealing-santa! Was rly funn

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Unusual Comfort

Fandom: The Amazing Digital Circus (TADC)

No Pairings

Summary: A little situation left Pomni alone and down in the dumps. Kinger wants to help.

Word count: 827

Masterpost

Breathe.

That's what Ragatha would have said if she wasn't busy.

Jax and Zooble had been fighting and Gangle had been caught in the crossfire. Obviously, that didn't end well, with them becoming bound together. Ragatha had left Pomni near the stage while she helped the others out of a tangled gangle. A Pomni who was hyperventilating, but claimed she was alright to be left alone. She didn't want to make things worse. Ragatha didn't want to ask Kinger either. Someone who forgets what they are doing every 5 seconds would probably not be of help with the Gangle situation.

So here Pomni was, worrying over how she accidentally caused this whole mess when Gangle tripped on her. And a worried Kinger on the side of his fort.

"Hey Pomni, need some help there...?" Kinger finally walked over after contemplating for awhile. He might be mentally unstable but he still cared. He wasn't a monster...yet. "You want to come over and lie down? Relax a little?"

"H-huh? Oh. Uh s-sure I guess" She tried her best to have coherent words. Kind of hard to speak when you practically feel like you can't breathe.

Kinger put a hand behind Pomni and guided her to his pillow fort. Perhaps a little comfort could bring comfort to the poor jester.

Kinger brought out some water from his stash of snacks and handed it to Pomni. Can't have a fort without food and drinks. "Here, drink some water. It'll help to control your breathing. Drink slowly when you feel like you're breathing too fast."

Gulping down some water at first, Pomni started taking smaller sips. Eventually, her breathing did go back to normal. "Thanks.." Pomni replied, staring down at the drink.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Kinger broke the ice. "Do you need anything? You seem kind of down. Well, more than usual."

"Huh? Uh, no its fine." Pomni snapped back into reality. Her brows furrowed anxiously as sweat trickled down her forehead. Great, she just loved when people recognised she was uneasy.

More uncomfortable minutes of silence prompted Kinger to remember a trick Ragatha used to do for members of the digital circus. He didn't know what would be Pomni's reaction to it but... Was worth a shot.

"Would you like me to try something? It's just a thing Ragatha used to do to cheer up others" Kinger enquired.

Pomni wasn't rly listening at this point and just gave a 'mhm' without thinking. She was pretty spaced out.

What she didn't expect was fingers curling at her sides.

"Ghk-?! H-hey, what ahare you do-dohoing?" Pomni blurted out before covering her mouth, squatting down to evade the sensations. As much as she squirmed or turned, it never stopped. The fingers just expertly moved wherever she went. It didn't give her time to get used to one feeling, skittering and spidering all over.

Kinger followed as Pomni sank down. After a few more squeezes, he opted to change tactics, scratching in the hollows of her underarms.

Occasional muffled giggles and shaky breaths slipped out from her. It was unbearable but somehow felt weirdly...good? It made her grounded, real. You can't really think of anything else besides the maddening feeling while being tickled. Still, instincts kicked in. She tried to grab one of his wrists using one hand while the other still covered her mouth.

Emphasis on tried. You can't exactly hold on to a wrist that's not there, can you?

Kinger couldn't lie, it was actually kind of fun to see their friend laughing. She'd always been so on edge, it was nice to see her letting lose. He liked to see his friends being content.

As Kinger moved to lightly dusting her neck, Pomni squealed. Both her hands darting to her neck to try and protect it. Her shoulder and nose scrunching up as she twisted and leaned forward. Panicked squeaks poured out of her, now that she wasn't covering her mouth.

"You should let loose more often like this Pomni, it suits you." Kinger commented, as if he wasn't 'torturing' her right now. "It's good seeing you actually enjoy yourself."

Though that wasn't meant as a tease, it did embarrass Pomni a little. She blushed as she still tried to move away from the wriggling fingers. Pomni batted at them half heartedly.

Not wanting to overwhelm her, Kinger decided to relent. It was suppose to cheer her up anyways. "Feeling better?"

"Yeheah. Ihi think." Residue giggles lingered as Pomni rubbed off the tingles. She felt so..light. Like a weight had been lifted off of her. Guess laughter is the best medicine sometimes.

It was weird, she hadn't thought that tickling could have an effect on her like this. Or that she didn't actually mind it. Then again, she didn't really remember her past self so she didn't have much to compare.

Kinger grinned softly as he passed Pomni some more water to cool down.

"T-thanks for that.."

"Anytime."

[rdiowx]

FRANKS LOVE HANDLES

Leathermouth frank x gn!amab!reader

This is very self indulgent.

I LOOOOOVE FRANKS LOVE HANDLES IM TRYNA LOVE HIS HANDLES FR

Smut, sub!frank, porn with no plot, amab reader (cause i can), gender neutral besides that, i wanted a reason to write about franks love handles, lol does this count as body worship?, unprotected sex, short.

Havent proofread

“Have i ever told you how much i love your love handles Frankie?” You asked rubbing his sides. “Love them so much, i love to grab them.” You continued, grabbing at them. frank only whined and turned his head so you couldn’t see his blush. “Stop teasing..” frank replied, his whole body flushed and starting to shine with the amount of sweat built up.

“Fine then, two or three?” You questioned, taking your hands away from his sides. “Two..please.” Frank responded. With that you lubed up your fingers and sunk them into him causing him to let out a strangled moan. Angling your fingers pulled a moan from his throat.

After deciding he was stretched enough, you got out of your boxers and lubed yourself up. “You ready frank?” You cooed positioning yourself behind him. “Mhm..” he groaned from under you. “Alright hold still.” You responded putting your hands on his sides once again.

“Good job baby.” You praised frank as you fully sunk in him from behind, using the chub on his sides for support. Frank let out a moan at the praise and the feeling of you inside of him. You made sure not to hurt him as you started at a slow pace making you squeeze harder.

“You’re so pretty you know that.” You cooed, running your hands up his sides. “Please!” Frank whined tightening his grip on your now messed up sheets. “Please what frank?” You asked, not stopping your pace. “Ple-please,go faster.” Frank whimpered, slightly muffled from the pillow he previously shoved his face into. “Aw, since you asked so nicely.” You replied pressing a kiss to his back.

You quickend your pace, purposefully aiming for that spot inside of him that turned him into jelly beneath you. “Oh! Fuck!” Frank sobbed, trying not to cum right then and there. You continued your fast pace knowing how much it was effecting frank. “I love you Frankie.” You said reaching down to stroke his cock, leaking from the pleasure he was receiving.

“Love you, love you so much oh god!” Frank slurred, picking his head up from the pillow so you could hear him properly. “Mm so pretty, making me feel so good.” You purred pressing another kiss to his sweat covered body. “Feels s’good!” Frank groans, clenching around you.

After a while you could feel frank twitching in your hand. You could feel him leaking onto your fingers. “M’gonna cum soon..!” Frank let out, trying not to let his voice crack. “Go ahead and cum Frankie.” You whispered against him. Thats all it took for him to release onto your hand and the sheets below him.

The clenching from his orgasm causing you to get close as well. “Frankie, do you want me to pull out?” You asked slowing down. “No! No dont pull out!” He whined. With that you sped up again before releasing into him. You rode out your high before becoming sensitive and pulling out. “I love you Frankie.” You whispered. “I love you too.” He responded kissing you.

[bloodymiso]

I have blueish-gray eyes with red hair that's in a side shave (like one side on my hair is shaved). I am chubby, I have tons of freckles except on my face. I like wearing emo style clothes or comfy clothes like hoodies and sweats. I hate dresses and shorts, I don't like showing off skin. I do have tattoos....

Can I have a male stardew valley matchup please?

Likes: anything with drawing/painting, games including board games.

Dislikes: uhhh spiders, driving (I refuse to get a driver's license it's a huge fear of mine.) I'm not scared of being in a car just driving it.

Isfp-t, I am a cancer. People say I have rbf (resting bitch face). Though I am really nice to people, unless they mess with the people I care about then I couldn't care less about them. I try to be helpful when I can. When I am around people I know, I can be loud and talkative (the loud part isn't on purpose it's just when I'm happy or excited and yes I have been told to quiet down or to shut up because of it.) Though because of having been told to be quiet so often I rarely talk now. I tend to put people a lot before myself. I don't really like talking about my personal issues to anyone and can be known as the therapy friend. It's the opposite though when I'm around people I don't know, I'll be quiet and not wanting to interact. I have adhd, depression and anxiety (wonderful I know). When I do get upset I don't talk and won't interact until I have calmed down. I do cuss a lot though I'm more careful when I'm around kids/people I don't know. If I have a fight with someone I prefer to sit and talk it out and hate it when they walk away from me when I'm just trying to talk to them.

i ship you with..

harvey!!

i don't usually ship people with harvey because hes MY babygirl but i think it'd be a cute fit

harvey is SOO sweet like so sweet i love him sm. rbf? he knows youre kind. talkative and "loud"? its fine he loves your voice. upset? its okay he knows you need to calm down. he’d listen you you rant, you’d listen to him rant.

he likes to paint with you, even though hes bad. he'll probably just get a bunch of plants and use them as "stamps" instead. ygs would have "board game nights" every friday in his house(just incase a patient comes). he'll probably start rambling about coffee mid way for like an hour. i can imagine ygs playing cluedo(a mystery board game) with "british accents".

*cough cough* scarlet used the revolver in the conservatory!

he won't pressure you into driving but hey he might ask if you wanna bring the car out the driveway just to see if your confidence has increased but he wont be a dick and force you. he doesn't really care about your style, your style is your style:)

ygs met when he was on a quick trip to pierre's. he saw you wondering whether you should get carrots or lettuce as you muttered "but carrots are crunchier.." and came up to you and started rambling about the two's different nutritional values. eventually it became your “thing”.

oh whole wheat bread versus white bread? so you see—

harvey was so enamored by you, whenever he took his weekly trip to pierre’s, he found himself searching every single aisle for you.

you found harvey silly(/pos), he found you pretty/handsome/whatever term you prefer. you didn’t exactly reply to whatever harvey would say but you’d send back the most bright tiny ass smile harvey had ever seen.

eventually harvey’s dumb rambling to you turned into actual conversations

“personally, i think you should get the zucchini” “i dont want to its bitter” “so why did you ask me?😿”

as you were dating, that dumbness still continued

thanks for the request!reblog to support!! labyu<3

(ps: youre both scared of spiders so goodluck when cleaning harvey's musty crusty bookshelf. )

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Lasting Friendship

The following chapter is a snippet from Always.

Summary: A fistful of sand to the face is the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

"Holy shit," Yoshiko said for the millionth time as they inspected the burning house with a few police officers. It was burnt to a crisp. Even though it had been a few hours since the fire was put out, the house was still warm enough to bring sweat to their foreheads.

Yoshiko followed Hawks and Tokoyami into the garage. The car was still there, destroyed after having exploded.

"Holy sh-" She started again.

"Enough with the shits." Dark Shadow interrupted. Yoshiko rolled her eyes and walked around the car, making sure not to touch anything since the officers had asked them not to interfere with any evidence.

"If the car's still here..." Yoshiko chewed on her bottom lip, thinking of what happened to the people who lived there.

"I think so..." Hawks muttered, reading her mind. "Almost everything's been burnt into ashes and crisps... it's possible."

Yoshiko opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She felt bad for whoever lived here.

"Well, there's nothing for us to do here now," Hawks said, marching out of the garage into the deep of the night, followed by Tokoyoami and Yoshiko. "The police will inform us if they find out what happened."

"Do you think it's a homicide?" Tokoyami asked.

"It's difficult to tell," Hawks said. "It could have been because something caught on fire. But dont worry your little heads about it. We'll get to know soon."

"Our heads aren't little." Yoshiko and Tokoyami murmured. Hawks chuckled and put his hands on their heads.

"After you write your reports on the patrol, you can go home," Hawks said.

"Why, thank you." Yoshiko slapped his hand away jokingly. Hawks put his hand on his forehead dramatically, making Tokoyami mutter something about being childish.

The interns hurriedly wrote a report of their patrol, eager to get to the dorms and get some sleep. Luckily it was the weekend tomorrow, so no hero work for Tokoyami and Yoshiko. They changed into their casual clothes and waved Hawks goodbye.

When Yoshiko got to her room, she found Bear already asleep in his little bed. Yoshiko smiled and kissed his forehead. She fell into her bed, falling into something hard.

"Ow!" She heard Shinsou. Yoshiko pulled the blankets and found Shinsou holding his nose.

"Oh, Hitoshi. What are you doing here?" Yoshiko laughed, surprised to find him asleep in her room. He sleepily rubbed an eye and propped up on one elbow to face Yoshiko.

"Your mattress is comfortable." He said. Yoshiko rolled her eyes and nudged him to make some space for her. He shifted a little, making space for her.

"How was your shift," Sinsou asked, closing his eyes, voice rumbling in his chest.

"It was fine, I guess," Yoshiko replied. "We saw a house on fire, but there was no one inside."

"Oh?"

"I just hope they got out in time..." Yoshiko mumbled. Shinsou didnt reply, his breathing becoming even and soft. The idiot fell asleep.

"Stupid," Yoshiko muttered. "Good night." She put the blankets on top of them and turned her back to him, falling asleep.

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When Yoshiko woke up, Shinsou was gone for his work-study with Aizawa. Bear was licking her face, begging her to wake up. Yoshiko giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him beside her. The dog barked, nuzzling into her.

After a cuddling session, Yoshiko took her phone to check her texts. On the top were a few texts from Shinsou, telling her that he kept the pancakes plate on her bookshelf, away from Bear and that he'd already fed Bear. Yoshiko smiled to herself and thanked him.

She reached for the top shelf where Shinsou had kept the pancakes. While eating breakfast, she decided to train and do her homework at the beach. She wore a navy blue bikini under her baggy white tee and denim shorts, throwing in a pair of sandals to go with her fit. She packed her physics book and a few drinks in her bag. She put on a collar on Bear and set out.

When she got to their private beach, she took out an old bedsheet from her bag and put it down on the sand, a little distance away from the sea. Bear barked happily, trotting towards the sea. He looked back at Yoshiko, chocolate-brown eyes asking for approval while his tail wagged wildly. Yoshiko chuckled and showed him a thumbs-up. He jumped in the water, splashing and swimming.

Yoshiko took off her shirt and shorts, put on sunscreen and lay on sheets, hands under her head. It was a sunny day accompanied by a nice breeze. Yoshiko let out a content sigh and lay on her stomach, taking her physics textbook out of her bag. As she studied, she stored some sunlight, her eyes and hair glowing gold.

It was a perfect day.

Until her fucking phone rang.

Yoshiko sighed, fishing her phone out of her bag. She rolled her eyes when she saw 'Incoming call from Rabid Pomeranian' on the screen. Yoshiko clicked the green button, putting the phone on speaker. "Thanks for ruining my day."

"Hah?" Bakugo said from the other side of the phone.

"You obviously didnt call for hi's and hello's so get on with it," Yoshiko said, skimming a page of her textbook. She didnt understand a thing. Stupid projectiles.

"Well ex-fucking-cuse you, but you agreed we'd spar on Saturday." Bakugo reminded her. Yoshiko pinched the bridge of her nose.

"I agreed 'cause you wouldn't fucking shut up about it."

"Well, too bad. Wait, are you outside?" Bakugo asked, hearing the waves on Yoshiko's end.

"Yeah, I'm at the beach." She replied. She glanced at her textbook one more time when an idea popped into her head. "Hey Bakugo, I'll spar with you if you help me with physics."

"I 'aint yer damn teacher."

"Very well. Goodby-"

"WAIT!" He yelled, making Yoshiko scrunch her nose in annoyance. "I'll fucking tutor you."

"Good boy."

"I'll fucking murder you. Send me your location."

"I'm at the same beach we sparred at a few times before," Yoshiko replied.

"Okay." He said gruffly and hung up.

Yoshiko sighed, sitting on her knees. She glanced at Bear, who was still splashing in the water. She put on her shirt and shorts, laying back down again. She lay on her stomach, cheek squished on the back of her hands, her textbook under her. The sunlight hit her head, making her feel warm and cosy.

I'll catch a nap while Bakugo arrives...

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"Yosh, wake up." A familiar male voice tried waking her up. Yoshiko mumbled a, 'Get lost'. "Yoshiko, wake up, stupid."

Yoshiko clicked her tongue and opened her eyes ever so slightly. She saw a blur of shaggy black hair with white ends.

"Godamnit, Yoshiko, stop being so lazy." He shook her by the shoulders. With eyes closed, Yoshiko tried remembering why she knew the voice when it hit her.

It was Daisuke's voice.

Yoshiko's eyes snapped open.

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Bakugo jumped over the fences that separated Yoshiko's 'rich mom's' private area from the rest of the Beach. He spotted Bear playing in the water, his barks being audible from quite a distance. When Bear saw Bakugo, he came running towards him. Bakugo dug his feet into the ground, preparing himself for the impact, grinning at the dog.

Bear pounced on Bakugo, his tail wagging. Bakugo fell back as Bear licked his face. "Look who's in a good mood," Bakugo said, ruffling the dog's fur. Bear barked in response. He 'hated' Yoshiko but absolutely loved her dog since he seemed to be friendlier with Bakugo.

Bear lead Bakugo to Yoshiko. Bakugo clicked his tongue when he saw her asleep on her textbook. She asked him to come here and fell asleep on him.

"Oi, wake up," Bakugo said, squatting down. She mumbled a 'get lost' and went back to sleep.

Bakugo took note of her two-tone hair glowing gold, casting a soft glow on her freckled face. Bakugo found it difficult to swallow the longer he looked at her. Her face was void of any anger or mischief, replaced with peace. She's so beautiful, I hate her. When Bear barked, Bakugo realised he'd been staring like an idiot.

"Wake up, stupid," Bakugo yelled, shaking her a little. "Godamnit, stop bein' so lazy."

She suddenly sat up straight, eyes wide open, staring into his ruby eyes. "Dais- Oh, Bakugo." Bakugo knitted his eyebrows at the name she was about to say.

"Dont ask me to come meet you when you're gonna fucking sleep on me." Bakugo huffed, sitting crossed-legged on the sheet. Yoshiko stretched her arms above her head, a satisfying pop escaping her shoulders.

"The sun felt so good~," She said.

"What are you? A cat?" Bakugo scoffed at her response. Yoshiko rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, sure. Cat, plant, solar panel, chloroplast. I'm all in one."

"Weirdo. What does your lazy ass want help with." Bakugo asked, absently patting Bear's head in his lap. Yoshiko moved some hair out of her face and showed Bakugo the topic she needed help with.

"Fucking projectiles." She muttered.

"You're so dumb," Bakugo stated.

"Hah? You wanna fight?" Yoshiko glared at him.

"Aint that what I'm here for?" Bakugo smirked.

"You'll get your fight if you manage to make me understand this shit." She pointed a painted nail to her textbook.

"Yeah, yeah, let's get on with it." Bakugo rolled his eyes.

Bakugo's tutoring mostly consisted of yelling at Yoshiko whenever she got stuck, which resulted in her snapping back at him. After he explained an example for the fifth time, he gave her a similar question to try out, which she royally messed up.

"Goddamnit, how can you be this stupid, Solar Panel!" Bakugo yelled, running a hand through his blonde locks. Yoshiko just crossed her arms across her chest and huffed.

"You're just a bad teacher!"

"You're just stupid!" He shot back. "I'm gonna explain another one, and your ass better listen with open ears."

Yoshiko leaned closer, watching him scribble down another question out of his head. "Say you throw a grenade at thirty degrees with an initial speed of twenty metres per second from the ground." Yoshiko bit her lip, stifling a giggle at his choice of object being thrown. "We gotta find its range, height and time of flight. Quick, give me the formulas."

Yoshiko dictated the formulas for him, and he wrote them down and plugged in the formulas.

"Now, first, find the initial horizontal and vertical components of the velocity using trigonometry. Then, you use these equations to find the range, height, and time of flight." He did some calculations on the side and jotted the answers down. "The range is forty metres, height is five metres, and time of flight is two seconds."

Bakugo looked at Yoshiko expectantly, hoping his explanation registered in that stupid head of hers.

"Oh. Okay, I get it." Yoshiko said. She took the notebook from him and tried a question from the exercise on her own. Bakugo watched her scratch her head and scribble down in the notebook. When she was done with the question, she handed him the notebook so he could check her answers.

"Fuckin' finally," Bakugo said.

"It's correct?"

"Yes."

"Oh, cool, I'm going to try some more."

"No. We're sparring right n-"

"Shut up."

Yoshiko completed a whole other exercise while Bakugo nagged her to hurry up. She slapped his arm and put on her headset, putting her volume on full so she couldn't hear Bakugo's yelling.

"Okay, I'm done," Yoshiko said, dumping her books and stationery back in her backpack. Bakugo grunted and stood up.

"Thanks. You're still a bad teacher, though." Yoshiko teased.

"Die."

"We're not sparring with quirks, by the way. Bear might get hurt."

"Whatever."

Yoshiko gave Bear a chew toy and asked him to stay put since she knew he might pounce on Bakugo, thinking he was actually hurting her. Yoshiko patted Bear's head and walked towards Bakugo, who was stretching his muscles.

Bakugo watched Yoshiko with a smirk as she put her hair up in a tight bun. Oh, how he wanted to beat the shit out of her. "Best of three matches wins," Bakugo said.

"Fine with me," Yoshiko said, getting into her fight stance.

Bakugo charged first, and they fell into a rhythm of punches and kicks. They had memorized each other's attack patterns, dodging and ducking with ease. Bear got too close to them a few times, and Yoshiko had to shoo him off, reassuring him that Bakugo wasn't hurting her.

Yoshiko won the first match, and Bakugo won the second. They were on to the third.

They fought for several minutes, neither willing to give up or back down, eager to prove to the other that they were the best one. And this match would be the one that decided who won. They had bruises and cuts on their faces and arms, but they did not care. The world around them became a blur as they focused on only one another, punching, kicking, dodging, breathing.

They threw their fists at each other at the same time, their fists colliding. Yoshiko felt a surge of pain in her knuckles, but she did not flinch. They grinned animalistically at each other, trying to throw each other off balance as they were stuck in a stalemate, waiting for the other to fall down.

Yoshiko felt her spine lean backwards as Bakugo tried throwing her off balance. Goddamnit, he had more power than she did. A change of plans.

Yoshiko slipped her wrist past his guard and threw a hook to his jaw. Yoshiko raised her leg and front-kicked his chest, sending him flying backwards. He fell onto the sand with a thud. Yoshiko wasted no time in digging her knee into his stomach, grabbing his bicep with one hand and his face with the other.

Bakugo's vision blurred as his head spun. It took him a few seconds to realise that he lost the match.

"I win," Yoshiko said, removing her hand from his face. Her knee was still on his stomach, her hands beside his head as she hovered over him, panting. Her hair came undone, curtaining his face from the beach around him. Bakugo's breath caught in his chest as he stared into the silver of her eyes.

Yoshiko got off him, standing up and putting her hands on her hips, taking deep breaths.

Bakugo sat up, crossing his legs as he watched her walk towards her bag with a surge of emotions in his chest. He felt a mix of anger, disappointment and maybe... respect? He hated to admit it, but he was starting to like sparring with her.

Yoshiko returned with Bear on her heels. She had a bottle of cold orange juice touch his cheek, making him jump.

"Oi!" Bakugo yelled. Yoshiko laughed and sat across from him on the sand, handing him the bottle. Her white shirt had gotten messy with sand. He took the bottle from her and uncapped it, taking big sips out of it, feeling his insides cool.

"You've got a few gashes and bruises on your face," Yoshiko said, silver eyes inspecting his jaw, where a light purple bruise sat.

"Same for you," Bakugo grunted. Yoshiko took a swig from her bottle and scooted closer to him, making Bakugo knit his eyebrows.

When her hair started floating slightly and glowing golden, he realised she was going to heal him. "I dont need your stupid healing."

"Shut the fuck up." Yoshiko deadpanned. She cupped his cheek, her hand glowing gold. Bakugo felt her touch electrify his face, and he felt that warm and fuzzy feeling he felt once before when she healed his cut. He felt the pain from his jaw fade away. She took his hands in hers, where a few cuts and bruises lay on his knuckles, healing away that too.

When she was done, she withdrew her hand. She fell onto her back, letting out a content sigh.

"Ah~ That was a great match." She said, closing her eyes.

"Whatever," Bakugo muttered, not taking his eyes off her.

"We should workout together."

"Thats if your lazy ass can keep up."

"It's decided then." Yoshiko said, opening an eye and smirking at him.

The strange sensation in his chest was back. He felt a connection with her. A connection he didnt feel with anyone else. She was so much like him. He was finding it difficult to hate her with every passing day.

Maybe he didnt really hate her.

Bear bought Yoshiko a stick, and she got up, throwing the stick. Bear ran after it. As Bakugo watched her, a question he'd been wanting to ask came floating to his mind. He got up and brushed the sand off his sweatpants.

"Oi, Solar Panel," Bakugo said, standing beside her, watching Bear run towards them with the stick.

"I have a name, you know?" Yoshiko said. "How difficult is it to say Akimitsu?" Bear gave her the stick, and she threw it again, sending Bear after it.

Bakugo rolled his eyes. "Okay. I was going to ask why you failed the entrance test? You must've been a big idiot last year."

Yoshiko froze for a second. Bear handed Bakugo the stick, and Bakugo threw it far away with full force, sending the dog yapping after it. Yoshiko bit her lip, studying Bakugo's bored face. He was her partner, and he seemed to be bringing up that question every time they spared. Plus, he didnt seem to be the type to go around telling people. When Bear came again with the stick, she took it from him and threw it.

"Only Hitoshi and a few teachers know of this," Yoshiko said, walking towards the shore, letting the water hit her ankles. Bakugo followed her, rolling his sweatpants up. She took a deep breath. "Before I tell you anything, I'm gonna ask you to keep your pity to yourself. I hate that shit."

"Hah, as if I do that shit."

Despite her heavy heart, she gave Bakugo a smile.

"Last year, a month before the entrance exam, my brother died." It felt difficult for Yoshiko to say these words. It felt like the words were looking at her in the face and screaming that it was a lie. Even after a year, Yoshiko felt like she couldn't let her brother go.

"Oh."

Another deep breath. "And It was like I lost the will to do anything. I tried to train, but it would end up with me falling to my knees and crying like a pathetic bitch. I just... couldn't bring myself to face reality."

I still can't.

"And for cherry on top, my ex broke up with me three days before the exam."

Another 'Oh.' from Bakugo. Yoshiko laughed to herself and ran a hand down her face. "During the exam, I did nothing. All I could think of was my ex and my dead brother. I did get 10 points, but you can't exactly get in with that much."

"Duh."

"Well, anyways. I'm here now. It doesn't matter." Yoshiko said, watching Bear splash in the water. Bakugo watched her side profile. She looked like she needed to let a ton of shit out of her chest. But he didnt bother pressing her for more.

"What breed is he?" Bakugo asked, changing the topic to save them the awkwardness. Yoshiko was grateful for that.

"He's a Newfoundland dog," Yoshiko said, lovingly smiling at Bear.

"They usually this big?"

"Mhm. They're really strong work dogs. They were companions in vessels to help haul nets and retrieve people from the sea." Bear came trotting to Yoshiko. She bent down and ruffled his fur. Bear barked happily and looked at Bakugo, wagging his tail. Bakugo held his hand out, and Bear nuzzled into his palm.

"He likes you." Yoshiko laughed.

"As he should."

"You're not very likeable, though," Yoshiko said. Bakugo pushed Yoshiko, causing her to fall down. Yoshiko looked up at Bakugo with a smirk, making him raise an eyebrow.

She discreetly took a fistful of sand, and when he busied himself with babying Bear, she threw it at him. Bakugo slowly turned his face to her, his aura darkening. He chased her as she shrieked, using explosions to boost her speed. Bear barked and chased after them.

Little did they know, a fistful of sand to the face is the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

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[m-a-ys-world]

Wedding date

You needed a date to your brothers wedding because your best friend bailed on you last minute for her boyfriend “y/n im sorry i just haven’t seen him in forever you know hes been away for months” she apologetically over the phone “ok but his wedding is tomorrow who the hell am i gonna bring now” you yelled at her “dude chill out, ask Diggs” she offered a solution “hes in Texas” you said rubbing your forehead and pacing around your house “robbie then” she said “im not taking my ex to my brothers wedding” you groaned “ask Rafael” you froze “absolutely not” you replied “why not, you know he would go with you” she said “im not asking him to be my date to the wedding” you said “oh, is this because of your little, sorry huge crush on him” she chucked at you “maybe” you said quietly “look i have to go but call him and ask he’ll probably say yes,love you bye” you tossed your phone on the couch “god damn it” you said picking up your phone back up to call Rafael “hey, whats up” you heard his voice on the other side of the phone and you panicked a little “hey um are you doing anything tomorrow night” you asked him kind of hoping he was “nope why what do you wanna do” he replied “can you come with me to Jacks wedding, kimmy bailed on me for her boyfriend” you said “uh yeah I can go” you let out a sigh of relief “great thanks we have to be there by 5 I’ll text you the address” you said “ok see you tomorrow” you ended the call and sat on the couch finally relaxing and hoping tomorrow would go smoothly.

It was almost 5 you were freaking out because Rafael wasnt there yet and you we’re starting to worry that he blew you off, you were standing in a corner of the room trying not to sweat off your makeup “could you at least pretend to be happy today” your brother said walking up to you “what. no i am happy, im so happy im just kinda freaking right now” you said “yeah i can tell” he said laughing softly “i know you’re upset because Kimmy ditched you but you know Raf wont do that to you, its only 4:30 he’ll be here” your brother said trying to ease your worries “thanks Jack” you said hugging him “you’re welcome little sister, hey you dont still have a crush on him do you” he asked “what? No” you said a little too fast “yeah, okay” he said laughing “i gotta go finish getting ready just chill ok” he said walking away from you “hey” you heard from behind you and your worries were finally gone “hey thanks for coming on such a short notice” you said “no sweat i wasnt gonna let you come alone” he said hugging you, god you loved when he hugged you you almost hoped he would never let you go “you two are so cute” you heard your cousin say “oh god not now” you said breaking your hug “hey sarah i havent seen you since you were like 10” Rafael said smiling at her “when are yall just gonna get together” Sarah joked and you glared at her from behind Rafa “Oh ew no” Rafa laughed

Ouch.

“We grew up together its like shes my cousin it would be hella weird” your heart broke slightly as he said that. You never told him you liked him so it’s not like he said it to hurt you, but it still hurt “hey guys its almost time” you mother said from behind you and now you have to get through the wedding without crying.

The ceremony was beautiful but you were glad it was over so you could just go home and cry. You were trying to think of an excuse while looking for your brother to tell him you were going home.

once you finally found him you told him you were sick and as you were leaving you ran into Rafael outside “hey where you running off to” he asked you “home” you said walking down the stairs “wait whats wrong he said walking behind you “nothing” you replied “you sure ‘cause you’re making that face you make when your mad” he said “dude im fine i just wanna go home” you said just wanting him to leave you alone “why are you mad at me right now” he asked you “im not” you said flatly “you are” he said grabbing your arm making you stop walking “can you just talk to me” he said looking into your eyes “i dont want to do this right now” you said trying to walk away “do what” he said grabbing you again “why do you think it would be weird to date me” you asked him wishing you hadn’t because this wouldnt lead to something you wanted to hear “what” he said “you told sarah it would be weird to date me” you said “wsit you’re mad at me because i told your cousin it would be weird for us to date” he asked “why do you think that” you asked him trying not to cry “i dont know, we’ve just been friends for so long and i dont want to lose that” he said softly “how would be lose this” you said tears streaming down your face “i dont know y/n why does it matter” he said “why do you think it matters” you said as he just stared at you “oh Jesus Christ, because i love you” you finally told him “wait what” he laughed “this is why i didnt want to do this” you said walking away “no wait” he called after you “what” you turned to face him again “I love you too” he said “dont fuck with me right now” you said “im not, im serious i love you” he said stepping closer to you “i just didnt know how to tell you” you were looking at him waiting for him to laugh or to something but he didnt, he really was serious “im didnt mean to make you mad im sorry” he said “its okay” you said closing the space between the two of you “i really wanna kiss you right now” he said looking into your eyes “me too” you said as he leaned in to kiss you and it felt like your heart was exploding.

You pulled away smiling at him “so, its not weird” he said smiling back at you “no” you said still smiling like an idiot “how about i take you home and we watch a movie” he said “only if you promise not to complain about what I pick” you said “uh no promises” he laughed wrapping his arm around you and walked you to his car.

After all this you were glad kimmy bailed on you

This was all over the place😶

[freshunknowndreamland]

Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon's daughter was born 9 moons after the night in the brothel, but a certain Knight believes she is his. After all, he slept with the princess the same night as her uncle. Will the princess Daenys Targaryen second of her name change the outcome of the house of the dragon, or will they still dance?

Contains strong language and child birth and talks of Sexual nature. And more to come.

I dont own any of the pics or any other characters than my own or the storyline, only what I change.

Part 2

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The Birth

Princess Rhaenyra was with her father, King Viserys, breaking their fast as they had hardly had any time to spend together. The day was warm, and the sun still lit the skies with beautiful blues, reds, pinks, and oranges with a gentle breeze blowing through the halls with a quiet hum.

"My darling daughter, it brings me great joy to have this time with you. Though it seems we do not get to enjoy each others company as often as I would like with the duties we have and with the babe on the way. How is the little one? I hope not too much trouble." King Viserys said with a hint of regret but also joy knowing it would not be too long until he gets to meet his first grandchild.

"As it does me father, it has been a while since we have had the chance to sit and talk without the need to talk politics, or listen to the Lords arguing amongst themselves. And yes, the babe is fine, although I do believe she will be here soon. I can feel it. I may be a little uncomfortable, but soon, this will be all worth it." Princess Rhaenyra told her father, sounding exhausted from not sleeping the previous night due to pain.

"Oh, you think you will have a girl." The king said with happiness and a smile.

"Yes, I do believe so." Rhaenyra replied with a soft chuckle. "Call it a mothers intuition. Though I do not mind if I have a boy, i would love the babe regardless."

"Yes, yes, very true, my dear, very true." Viserys says to his daughter. A moment or two had passed in silence until the King asked eagerly. "So, have you and Laenor picked out any names for my grandchild yet?"

Rhaenyra chuckled at how eager her father was to know the babes name before speaking up softly. "I have a few ideas, and so does Laenor, but you will have to wait until ......" The Princess paused as she felt a sharp pain shoot through her belly and the wetness coming from between her legs. The Princess knew she was going to have the babe this day with luck. Taking deep breaths, waiting for the pain to subside.

"Rhaenyra, are you ok? What is the matter?" The king asked as he saw the pain in his daughters face wishing that he could take away whatever had pained her.

"The babe" was all she could say, though the pain.

At that moment, the king knew she was about to have the babe.

Running from the room in a very unkingly manner, calling for a maester before returning to his daughter who was trying to stand up to try and releave some pressure. But as she does so, another wave of pain the hits, sending the princess to stumble a little bit before feeling arms wrap around her to keep her balance. Looking up, she saw her father.

"The maester is coming. I shall help you to your room. Come take it slow. If you need to stop for a moment, then we shall." The king said in a firm but gentle manner.

Even though the journey may have been a short one to both, father and daughter, it felt as though it took hours.

~time skip~

It has been just over half a day, and the princess was getting ready to push. The maids running around the room make sure everything is ready while one of the maids presses a cold damp towel to the princess' head to wipe the sweat from her brow.

"Right, princess, you are going to have to start pushing now." Maester Gerardys told the princess.

All around the castle, the princess pained screams could be heard in every corner.

After a few more pushes, the babe was almost out.

"Keep pushing Princess the babe is almost here." One of the maids spoke trying to encourage the princess to keep going, but it only caused the princess to lash out with words.

"What do you think I'm doing, you c**t!" The Princess snapped at the maid.

With one final pain filled scream, the babe was out, and the princess laid back after the pain and pressure had left her body. But there were no cries from her babe, and it made the princess worried.

"My babe, what is wrong? Why can I not hear my babe?" The Princess asked in panic, trying to sit up to look at her babe.  But she still could not see. "I want my baby, give her to me. Give me my baby!" The Princess started to panic more, but before she could do or say anything else, Maester Gerardys turned around handing the babe to the princess.

"She is healthy, my princess. Just a quiet little thing she is." He said, but Rhaenyra could tell there was something he was not telling her.

"Leave all of you." The Princess tells them. But as the maester goes to leave, the princess calls for him to wait.

"What is wrong? Is there something wrong with her?" The Princess said, feeling the panic rise back up.

"The Princess is health princess. It ... it is just..." he said but could not find the right words to say. And it started to annoy the princess as she did not know what to do.

"Tell me what it is going on?" The Princess bit at the maester.

"You should see for yourself, princess. On her back and in her eyes." Is all he said while looking at the floor.

As the princess started to process what the maester had said. She gently started to remove the blanket from her sleeping daughter. But as she did so, the chill in the air woke the babe, and Rhaenyra froze what she was doing, looking into her daughters mix match eyes one the colour same colour of violet as Daemon's and the other a blood red colour. But that was not what caught the princess off guard it was the shape of them they looked like dragon eyes.

After the shock had worn off, the princess smiled down at her babe, who had just looked up at her with aw. And she gently turned her babe over only to gasp at the sight of two small wings that were black and red with flicker of gold running through them. The princess quickly wrapped her babe up again to sheild her from the cold breeze and any wandering eyes of those around her.

"How ... how is this possible?" Princess Rhaenyra asked, still shocked but in aw at her babe.

"The blood of the dragon runs thick through her veins princess a gift from the gods." The maester said with a smile.

Before anything else could be said, there was a knock on the door. And within a blink of the eye, the king and Queen, along with the queen's new sworn protector, Ser Criston Cole, entered.

"Where is she? Where is my granddaughter?" The king said in great joy, walking over to where his daughter lay on the bed with a bundle in her arms. "Oh, how beautiful she is. May I?" He asked, gesturing to the babe.

The Princess slowly handed her babe over to her father as laenor entered the room.

"A girl, I'm told you had a girl." He said in excitement. Unaware of the stiff posture of a certain knight or the clenched fists and jaw.

When Criston saw the babe, he believed she was his daughter and wanted nothing more than to hold her and protect her like a father would, but he knew he could not do that and had to stand back and watch and someone rises his child. (Even though she is not his.)

"Have you chosen a name for her?" The king asked as the Queen walked over, slowly moving the blanket aside to see the colour of her hair. And to the shock of the queen, the babes hair was loose white curls on the babes head.

A sign to show she is Targaryen.

"Daenys Targaryen, second of her name. The relms dragon. My heir." The Princess said with so much love and happiness and pride.

An: I do not have a picture of what Daenys looks like as a baby just yet.

[pokeheadcannons97]

Hi! May I request some HC with Milo, Piers, Leon and maybe Guzma where their S/O hates their body (especially weight on their belly and stretch marks) and just gets really anxious when they wear crop tops, shorts, etc?

As a plus size person, I feel this. This is a PSA, if it's cute and you like to wear it?

Honey, WEAR. THAT. OUTFIT.

Milo

This guy basically worships the ground you walk on. He honestly thinks that you are so beautiful, and is one that compliments you often with no shame.

The two of you are herding Wooloo? And you're completely drenched in sweat and mud?

He is awestruck, and he let's you know it!

Hates when you think so low of yourself, and takes it upon himself to tell you how wonderful you are.

Do you not realize how gorgeous that you look? No? Not for long!

"Milo? You're staring, do I look bad? It's the mud isn't it?" You pulled at the shorts of the outfit you were wearing. The shorts had ridden up a little bit, more on the short side due to the heat. You had decided to pick that over the trusted blue jeans you usually wore since you were so self conscious in how you looked. You didn't know if it had been a good idea in the first place since Milo was staring at you without saying anything.

"You look so beautiful, Y/N. More so than a freshly opened tulip in spring." He replied, wiping the sweat from his face with his scarf he wore. Completely unembarrassed or shy about saying it so casually.

It still makes your heart all wack.

You lightly touched your thigh. The bad thoughts seemed to be completely drown out for the compliment. Your face flushed and you leaned in to give him a hug.

This made Milo hum in reply. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a squeeze around your waist.

You laid your head on his broad shoulder, and let out a shaky breath. "Thank you sweetie, I needed that today."

"Darling, you look good in anything you wear. Dont ever feel like you dont look good to me. Because those thoughts are wrong." He reassured, giving your back a comforting pat as you could only nod in response with a small smile on your face.

Leon

He noticed you staring in front of the mirror longer than usual after your shower that evening. The towel still wrapped around your frame.

He watched from over the top of his phone, your hands pulling at your arms, your expression falling by the second.

Your hand traced the stretch marks that etched itself onto the bigger part of your arm, the other one was tightly wrapping the towel closer to your body.

He continued to observe silently, the grip on his phone tighter.

Your hand lowered itself to your torso and you gave out a soft, but heavy sigh. Your e/c orbs shimmering slightly with tears.

When you turned around your face came into contact with Leon's chest and you let out a surprised sound from your lips.

Strong, well toned arms wove themselves around your body, pulling you close.

This caused you to look up at him, slightly confused.

"Awww did you want a hug, Lee? You could have just said so." You laughed lightly, trying to diminish the thoughts you were in a few seconds earlier.

"Y/N." He began, choosing his words carefully, but with a warm smile. "Have I told you how pretty you look lately?"

This caused your cheeks to heat up and you blinked at him. "Ah, thank you Lee... that means a lot."

Your response seemed forced and rehearsed and he did not like that one bit.

He turned you around to where you both could look at yourselves in the large mirror. This made you squirm uncomfortably.

He bent down and kissed alongside your jaw before he said, "I mean it. You know that you're the most beautiful person to me."

He traced his finger tips alongside your arms and then gripped your hands with his. His much larger hands enveloping yours like a warm blanket.

This made your cheeks flush harder, but the comforting warmth was welcomed. "Lee?"

He met your gaze in the mirror, his golden eyes shining with nothing but love. "You're so lovely, every bit of you. No one can even come close."

You felt your breath get caught in your throat and swallowed back the tears that threatened to fall.

Leon kissed your neck softly.

"How about we go out for dinner tonight? I think I wanna show you off." He chuckled lightly against your ear.

You felt your eyes water more, but this time out of relief. You nodded softly and leaned back against him.

Guzma

You gave a sigh of satisfaction as you basked in the warmth of Alola.

The day was pleasant, you, Guzma, and his gang had decided to head to the beach for a much needed day off.

Your swimsuit cover still laid across your frame, you liked how it basically covered all your "problem" spots.

You crossed your legs as you laid on the beach chair, deciding to take up some sun bathing since it felt so nice.

You watched Guzma play in the water with some of the grunts, their obnoxious laughter echoing through the air.

You smiled softly, your eyes crinkling up a bit. Part of you wanted to join them.

You had worn a swim suit today, even the one that Guzma seemed to like, but you just couldn't do it. Not today anyways, the negative thoughts too loud.

You peered down at yourself, the smile melting from your face.

You looked up when you heard the sand crunching from ahead. Your boyfriend completely drenched, but a playful grin on his features.

"Those guys are somethin' else. Haven't been able to let loose like this in too long!" He exclaimed and sat on the seat next to you, grabbing a towel to dry his hair of the saltwater.

"You guys seem to be having a blast out there for sure!" You replied with a grin on your own.

He looked up at you, onyx eyes meeting yours. "Why dont you come join us? You've just been sitting here since we got here. Who goes to the beach JUST to sun bath?" He joked and the added. "You aren't a Fomantis the last time I checked."

You gave a forced smile in reply. "I'm having fun just observing, Guz. Promise."

This caused his gaze to lower and it seemed to look right through you.

"Babe." He began and continued when you blinked at him. "Tell me the reason why you're still out here. I can tell when something is bothering you." He said and you felt your chest tighten.

You pushed the sunglasses to the top of your head, observing him intently. You stayed quiet for a few seconds, and it seemed like you both were having a stare down.

Your will broke first. As normal.

"I hate you sometimes." You started and stuck your tongue out. You gave a low sigh. "Its just..."

He watched and listened silently, though his gaze was softer.

You gripped your cover against you. "I don't think I look that good today, is all."

This caused Guzma to immediately grunt. "Did someone say something to you? I swear to Arceus, I will END them."

You shook your head furiously. "No! It's all me, I promise. No ones fault but mine."

Guzma rose to his feet, and grabbed your wrist and started leading you to the water.

"G-Guzma? Wait! I don't, I cant!" You protested and tried to free yourself.

Guzma stopped and looked back at you, an idea crossing his mind. He quickly undid the tie that tied your swimsuit cover together and threw it towards the chairs.

This caused you to try to cover yourself, the thoughts becoming worse than before. Fear that everyone could see your "problem" areas.

He gave you a large smile and pointed his thumb towards himself. "Baby, you're the hottest person in the entire world. And I mean that." He said and you blushed.

He then turned around and shouted loudly. "Ey! You guys!"

This caused everyone, grunts and Plumeria to look towards you.

You were gonna kill him.

He stood next to you and gripped your shoulders. "Dont Y/N look fine as hell today?" He asked the group and the group cried out in shouts of cheer and nodding.

"Y/N always looks good!"

"Very nice!"

"Come hang, Y/N! Put that swimming suit to use!"

"Hell yeah!"

You cheeks burned but you felt the thoughts diminish as Guzma gave you a kiss to the cheek.

"What I tell ya? Perfection."

You punched his arm lightly. "Thanks Guz, I mean it."

[snelbz]

Life As We Know It {Chapter 23}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Occasional surprise chapters could be posted at miscellaneous times. Chapters will be posted on both my and Tara’s blogs! >> @tacmc.​

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Nesta was torn.

Half of her thought that Cassian was overreacting, but the other half of her thought that his anger and frustration was perfectly justified.

What exactly were they getting into? And, was it what was best for Nyx? Yeah, the last month had been great, but if it didn’t work out, what would that mean for him? Would it be better if she and Cassian had simply remained two friends, co-parenting under one roof?

Nesta’s heart began to beat a little faster.

She felt like she was going into a panic attack.

Cassian and Nyx had been gone for an hour, and every second that passed became more and more unbearable.

She needed him to be there.

She needed to figure this out.

She just didn’t know what the answer was.

Alis had gotten into her head, there was no doubt about that. A little over an hour ago, she was living in a dream, then Alis came in, out of nowhere, and brought her back to reality.

She was sitting on the couch, almost exactly where he’d left her, when he finally returned. He was covered in sweat, his t-shirt sticking to him. Nyx was having a conversation with him, more to himself though, since it didn’t seem like Cassian was even close to paying attention to him. But his eyes went directly to Nesta as soon as he walked in.

She’d changed. She no longer wore his t-shirt, instead in a loose shirt of her own and a pair of jeans, and her hair was loose and wet around her face. As if she’d need to shower their night together, shower him off of her. Not a shred of that beautiful skin was showing, not like she’d been doing lately. Leggings and shorts and tank tops. She’d been comfortable around him.

With a scoff, Cassian set Nyx down on the floor. He headed for the stairs, but Nesta stood, nearly toppling the cup of coffee she’d been clutching over as she set it on the coffee table. “Cassian, we need to talk about this.”

He paused, waving a hand towards her. “What for? It looks like you’ve already made your decision.”

“I need you to calm down,” she said, steadily. “I need you to think logically.”

Cassian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I need you to tell me.”

Nesta hesitated. “Tell you what?”

“If this is something you want to pursue or if I just wasted the last couple months falling in love with you,” he finished.

His voice may have lacked emotion, but Nesta felt every word like a stab in the chest. Falling in love with you. Those were the words she was going to tell him today, under much different circumstances.

Now, she didn’t know what to think.

Now, she was overwhelmed.

Now, all of her thoughts were rushing toward the same spot in the middle of her skull at a thousand miles an hour, and when they got there, her head would explode.

“It’s not that easy,” she said, and her voice cracked.

“But it should be,” Cassian said. “If you feel the way that I do, it should be that easy.”

“We have to think of Nyx,” she breathed.

“I am thinking of Nyx,” he said, struggling to keep his voice low. At the sound of his name, the baby turned to look at him. “I want him to grow up in a happy home, seeing two people who love each other, and damn it if that isn’t how it’s been for the past few weeks.”

“It’s not that simple,” Nesta said, shaking her head. “What happens if we break up? What happens if we get in a fight or something happens to one of us? What then?”

He had strode down the stairs and was in front of her before he could stop himself. He framed her face in his hands, like he had so many times the past month, to kiss her, to make love to her, to show her how he cared for her. “Why are you worrying about the what if’s? Why are you worrying about what could go wrong, rather than how right everything has been?”

Because everything goes wrong eventually. The only reason we’re together is because we were shoved into this house after the worst thing imaginable happened. They died. We took over. What right do we have to be happy?

The words flooded her mind, but stilled on her tongue.

Nesta didn’t push him away. She wanted to reach up on her toes and kiss him, softly, but she didn’t.

Instead, she met his gaze. “Cass,” she breathed.

The pain in his eyes nearly shattered her heart into a million pieces.

Nyx had walked up to them and was hugging Nesta’s leg, as if he knew that she needed the comfort.

“Dont say my name like that,” he whispered.

Nesta slowly shook her head. “I just think this has all happened too quickly. We haven’t been thinking, we’ve just been acting-.”

“You’re pushing me away,” Cassian interrupted, swallowing harshly. “Damn it, Nesta.”

“You don’t understand,” she pleaded.

“Because you’re not making sense,” he argued. “Things have been perfect—”

“They’re dead!” She cried, pulling from his grip, scooping Nyx up. “Things have been far from perfect. We’re only like this now because Rhys and Feyre are dead.”

The words seemed to freeze something inside of Cassian and he stepped back as well. “So what? We go back to how we used to be? I’m back in the guest room and we awkwardly exchange good mornings over breakfast?”

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight of him, the scent of him, everything. “I don’t know, Cassian, I don’t—.” She took a shuddering breath, her arms wrapping tighter around Nyx. “I just need some time to think, to breathe…”

When she looked back up at him, his jaw was set and he was slowly nodding. “Fine. Take your time.”

And then he was moving, back up the stairs before Nesta could even ask what he was doing.

A few minutes later, he was back with a duffle bag in his hands.

“Wh—what are you doing?”

“Giving you space,” he said, refusing to meet her gaze.

Nesta opened her mouth but nothing came out. She was frozen where she stood, her feet stuck to the floor, her mouth hanging open, that panic rising from the pit of her stomach into her heart, which was beating far too quickly.

Cassian kissed Nyx on the forehead as he passed, but paid Nesta no mind as he went for the door.

“Cassian!” She called, at last.

Cassian stopped just in front of the door, keeping his back to her, one hand on the doorknob.

“You're just going to leave?” She asked, quietly, bouncing a sleepy Nyx on her hip. “Just like that?”

Cassian didn’t turn around. “Are you going to ask me to stay?”

Yes. No. I don’t know. Nesta said nothing.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he grumbled, exhaustion lacing his tone. “Maybe I need time to think, too.”

He opened the door and shut it softly behind him.

*

He didn’t know where else to go. He didn’t have anywhere else to go.

He knew where he wanted to be, but right now…

He couldn’t look at her.

It didn’t escape him that when he’d told her he’d fallen in love with her, she didn’t say it back. He couldn’t even act like he hadn’t seen her eyes flare in panic. So he couldn’t stay there. Couldn’t go back to sleeping in that guest room, not when he’d become so used to sleeping with her in his arms every night.

So Cassian had ended up here, knocking on his brother’s door, thankful that his car had been parked in the driveway when he pulled up.

He needed a drink. He needed someone to tell him he was being an asshole. He needed someone to listen while he vented and bitched. He knew Azriel would do all that for him.

When he answered the door, Seph was in his arms, pulling on his bottom lip. She smiled when she saw Cassian, but Azriel’s surprised smile quickly faded.

“Do I want to know?” He asked, looking at the duffel bag tossed over Cassian’s shoulder.

Cassian sighed, raking a hand through his hair. “Can I sleep here tonight?”

Azriel stared at him for a second before stepping aside and letting Cassian pass.

“Are we talking about this now or later?” Azriel asked, shutting the door behind them.

“Beer?” Cassian asked, dropping his bag beside the couch.

“Fridge,” Azriel said, slowly, watching him.

Cassian made his way to the kitchen and threw open the refrigerator door, grabbing a cold bottle and chugging its contents.

Azriel followed, leaning against the countertop and Seph continued to play with his lips.

“Where’s Elain?” Cassian asked, tossing the empty bottle into the trash and getting another.

“Work,” Azriel said, sighing. “So, if this involves smack talking Nesta, you may want to get it out now.”

He shook his head. He didn’t want to do that, barely wanted to think about her. But he owed Azriel at least some explanation.

“The social worker stopped by this morning,” he sighed, leaning back against the counter and opening the beer. “And honestly, yeah, it was unexpected, but I figured it’d be fine. Last time, Nes was drunk off her ass, but we— I figured, since we were more of a family this time, things would be great.”

Azriel blinked. “They’re not taking Nyx, are they?”

Another shake of his head. “No, gods, no. They— She could tell he was in good hands, but she immediately picked up on Nesta and I. What we’ve…become.”

It seemed, just like Cassian, Azriel didn’t see it as a problem. He wasn’t following. “And?”

“And Nyx was hungry so I left the social worker and Nesta alone to get him breakfast. I came back and she’s gone and Nesta is second-guessing our relationship. She asked if I’m just fucking her out of convenience.”

The thought made him sick to his stomach, almost as badly as it hurt his heart.

“And you replied with…” Azriel began, trailing off, waiting for Cassian to finish the sentence.

“I went for a jog,” Cassian said, shrugging.

“So you ran away?” Azriel pushed.

Cassian shot him a look. “No. I went for a jog.”

Azriel sighed. “And when you came back?”

“She said she needed space,” Cassian said, emptying his bottle.

Azriel set Seph on the floor with a plastic spatula, which she instantly start banging on the cabinets. “And that’s when you ran away?”

“I didn’t run,” Cassian snapped. “I gave her what she wanted. I gave her space.”

Azriel slowly shook his head. “Did you even try to talk things out?”

“Yes,” Cassian said, the word clipped. “Told her I was falling in love with her, and guess how she replied?”

Azriel watched his brother.

“Didn’t say a fucking word,” Cassian finished.

When Azriel didn’t speak, he walked back to the trash can, dropping the bottle inside.

“Quit looking at me like I’m the bad guy here,” he said, unable to turn around and look his brother in the eye. “She was ending it. She was calling things off and I’m supposed to, what? Just keep living there like we were before? Pretend nothing has changed?” He swallowed hard, willing the damn tears clouding his vision to fade. They wouldn’t. “She didn’t even ask me to stay.”

Azriel sighed, opening a cabinet beside the fridge that Seph couldn’t reach. He produced a bottle of whiskey and set it on the counter. “I can’t drink until Elain gets home. And I absolutely think you need to talk to Nesta, but I think you’re right. You need to stay here tonight. Give her space.”

Cassian blinked, and a tear that was holding on slid free, down his cheek. He angrily wiped it away. He felt ridiculous, but it had been a long time since he had told a woman that he loved her. He’d never said it in his adulthood. A couple times in his teens, before he knew what the word really meant, but never as an adult.

He’d said it.

He’d meant it.

And she hadn’t felt the same.

Cassian nodded and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

*

Nesta stared at Cassian’s contact on her phone screen.

She wanted to press the call button, but didn’t.

She did open a blank text a few times, but couldn’t type anything.

She didn’t know what to think, didn’t know what to do.

She knew what she wanted.

She wanted Cassian.

But, she didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.

She had never been one who was dependent on a man, had spent most of her twenties single and having no problem with it. But suddenly, she couldn’t imagine her day to day life without Cassian in it. And that terrified her.

She heard murmuring on the baby monitor sitting next to her on the side table and glanced over to see Nyx sitting up in his crib.

It had been nearly three hours since Cassian left, and aside from putting Nyx down for a nap, Nesta had barely moved. She still sat in the same spot on the couch she’d been in when the social worker had shown up and when she’d ignored that Cassian had said that he loved her.

The words should have filled her with joy and she should have screamed from the rooftops that she loved him, too. Instead she locked up and thought she was going to be sick.

What was wrong with her?

Wiping away the tears she didn’t even realize had fallen, Nesta hurried up the stairs, and into Nyx’s nursery. He reached for her the moment he saw her, his own big, blue eyes beginning to fill with tears.

“What’s wrong, bubba?” She cooed, resting his head against her shoulder.

After a deep sigh, he looked up at her and reached for a tear that had fallen down her cheek. His lip began to wobble.

“I’m okay,” Nesta promised, even though her voice cracked and those tears continued. “I’m okay, buddy, I promise.”

Nyx knew, though.

He knew something wasn’t right.

He knew Cassian was gone.

He knew Nesta was heartbroken.

Little did he know that her heartbreak was self-inflicted.

Nyx laid his head back on her shoulder and clung to her. He stayed like that as she walked back downstairs and sat back in her spot on the couch.

He held onto her, looking around the room. She knew he was looking for him and was about to tell him he wasn’t here when he spoke. The word wasn’t a mash up of noises like it had always been. No, it was a true and steady word. His first word.

“Dada?”

Nesta froze. She didn’t even know what to say. Should she tell him Cassian wasn’t his father? He probably wouldn’t even understand, just like he didn’t understand where Rhys and Feyre had gone.

But…for all intents and purposes, Cassian was his daddy now. And she was his mama.

So she pressed a kiss to his dark hair and whispered. “He had to leave, baby. He had to go for a little while.”

Nesta hoped and prayed that Cassian would walk back through that door, and yet, she couldn’t muster the courage to ask him to.

That night, instead of Cassian taking up the spot next to her, it was Nyx, who held her hand until they both fell asleep.

[katsukikitten]

A harem collab in which we go to a party with our v precious hero 18+ Smut boooiiii

Sitting across from him never did get easier. As much as you told yourself it would. 

If anything it got harder and harder to share the same room as him, let alone air. 

But you were lucky enough, or unlucky enough, to join the agency when you did and to be partnered with your big time crush FatGum. Although you idolized him you were sure he didn't remember you. 

And how could he? He saved countless people a day so it should be no surprise that he had no idea who you were on your first day. Still, it stung. 

And it shouldn't still sting or come to a surprise when he sets down a flyer on your desk. A huge smile on his chubby cheeks as he taps the sheet of paper.

"Can you believe it?! The agency is throwing a new year's eve party!" He practically gushes, lingering by your desk with his intoxicating smile. He rummages in his brown bag, setting breakfast onto your desk careful to avoid getting grease stains on the flyer as if you'd hang it up one day instead of shoving it into the trash. 

"They have one every year." You shrug, thanking him for the breakfast but tossing the paper into the trash can. His smile never waivers as he pulls it from the fresh bin, returning it to the smooth wooden top. 

"Yea but not at a fancy hotel and never an open bar! We should go!" His eyes crinkle in the corners and your heart hammers in your chest. 

Little do you know he prays to the Gods you don't say no. 

"I dont know, it's such short notice. Like next week ain't it?." At least it wasn't a no. He smiles, thinking of your competative behavior. 

"Oh I see what it is." He takes the sheet from your desk, waltzing to his own, "You're scared."

"Tch, scared of what?" You hiss, snatching for the paper. 

"Scared I'll out drink you!" He laughs at your cute scowl as you size him up. His metabolism was insane, and with him being in his larger state you might not be able to win. 

But he didn't have to know that. 

"You fucking wish you could out drink me! Remember the last party we went to? You showed your age and could barely stand!"

"Oi! I was much thinner then. I think luck is on my side this time." He slaps his belly and you smile. A genuine laugh fills the room causing Taishiro's heart to clench. 

"Yea, yea." You wipe away a tear, "We'll see." 

The day drags on and on, turning into a week of you glancing his way. Making sure he wasn't gaining any extra weight as he brought you your normal breakfast daily. 

It wasn't until the day of the party did you gain the advantage, a fight almost turned wrong and Taishiro had to use majority of that stored fat for a deadly punch to stop the villain from terrorizing the city. 

Still you'd never want this type of advantage just for a stupid drinking contest. Although he was not at his largest, he still had a considerable "dad bod" going on. 

"I still can't believe they had a tux in this size so late!" Taishiro shouts into the locker room at the agency, adjusting his tie as he waits for you. Meanwhile nerves eat you alive as you stare into your reflection, wondering if this dress fit okay, smoothing the fabric over your stomach self consciously. 

"You okay in there? We're gonna be late." He calls softly, hoping you aren't having second thoughts about going with someone like him. 

"Coming!" You call back, glancing at your deep amber dress a final time before rushing into the hall. 

"I was just thinking you were going to forfeit and then I-" Words die in his throat and he drinks you in. Beautifully complimented by the shape and color of your dress as he mouth hangs agape. 

"Wow. You look…" 

"Tai, I know, I look...different." 

"Amazing, perfect, breathtaking." He gives you a pointed look, "Which is no different than how you normally look." 

Heat creeps up the back of your neck and you're thankful he misses your flustered expression. The walk to the hotel and the brisk cold air gives you time to not only cool off but think.

Really reflect on the year, this horribly rotten, all bad luck year. Reminding you of all the times you had failed but also reminding you of all the opportunities you had missed. And not opportunities in the sense of promotions or saving people but opportunities to get closer with a certain somebody. 

You glance up at him and he glances down at you, smiling in a way that sets your skin on fire and yet it makes you feel at ease. 

Slowly you were coming to hate it. 

"I'm excited that they decided to invite some smaller agencies. Means I can introduce you to some of the kids I interned. Well I guess they are adults now huh." He looks nostalgic, sad even as he stares into space. Opening the door to the large hotel and it the look sticks with him until he is just before the party doors. 

"Ready?" 

"As ready as I'll ever be." You huff as he places his hand on the small of your back, bringing you into the rented ballroom. Lights and sounds consume your sense as music dances around light conversation. You're beginning to wonder if a drinking contest was such a good idea that is before you see the CEO of your agency totally shit faced. You glanced down at your watch, it was only 8pm. 

Taishiro guides you around the room with a "starter" drink, introducing you to old and new faces. Beaming with pride as he introduces you as his partner and not his sidekick like other heroes had done in the past. You hated how much your heart raced. 

"And this is Kirishima! He was one of my best and most memorable! Kids got guts and heart in spades!" He slaps Kirishima on the back and the young man slumps forward with a sharp toothed smile. 

"Aw come on, I wasn't that great…" He scratches the back of his head. 

"I heard that's when you became 'unbreakable'! I think that's so cool!" You gush over the young hero complimenting him to no end. 

"Stop. You'll give me a big head." He smiles, blushing furiously before his eyes wander to the closeness of the two of you and then they settle on your drinks, "You're not trying to out drink the infamous FatGum are you?" 

You laugh loudly before leaning in close as if to share a secret. 

"Oh, yes and I plan to kick his ass." 

Kirishima returns your smile and stage whispers 

"Taishiro-sama has lost a good bit of weight. I believe in you!" He winks before someone across the room calls for him, "Call me when you get really started!!" 

Two hours pass and you find yourself sitting across from your partner with his sleeves rolled up. Showcasing those deadly forearms as he slams back another shot. Kirishima keeps tally on hotel stationary and announces the number of shots. 

"You'll have to take five to be in the lead! You'll have two minutes to decide to forfeit or-" But before he can finish you're grabbing for one of the prefilled shot glasses. 

"Kanpai!" You shout, slinging them down, ignoring how the room is spinning and how bright the light reflects off of the table full of empty shot glasses. 

Kirishima's eyes widen as you down an extra shot for good measure, tallying the booze count with worry.

"Fat hero." He says, almost gritting his teeth, "You'll have to take seven to be in the lead." 

The large hero leans on his forearms on the table, the alcohol he's had had mostly been processed and maybe your figured that out. That he was starting to lose his edge so he takes you up on the challenge knocking back the several shots as if they were water. You're eager to gulp down a few more praying it drowns out your feelings for the sexy man across from you, instead he lets his broad hand hover over the shot glasses. Silently giving you a reprieve and noticing just how much you're sweating, how blown your pupils are. 

"Let's give it a minute shall we?" He smiles as you drown in his golden eyes. Biting at your lower lip and with a defiant grip you swallow down a final shot.

"Your turn." You focus hard to make sure your words didn't slur, not wanting this feeling or night to end. He snorts, shaking his head wishing you acted out any other time than this. 

"I forfeit." He places his hands up and you glare at him as you wonder if he did it on purpose. Before you have the time to accuse the crowd erupts into a deafening cheer, the room lags as you try to place names with faces as they come close to congratulate you. As more and more people crowd you, the hotter the room feels. Politely you excuse yourself to an enclave balcony closing the doors tightly behind you as you gulp down air, desperate to cool off and douse the desire that burns hot in your belly seeping to your core. 

"Fuck." You rake your nails through your hair as a hit of icy air skates along your skin leaving goose flesh in its wake. A steady warmth comes from behind you, voice deep as he speaks softly. You can tell he's using the same tone he uses on victims, trying not to startle them with his size. 

Little did he know how much you loved how much bigger he was. A safe haven, protection embodied. 

"Ready to go home?"

"No I'm fine! Perfectly fine." He sucks his teeth at your stubborn reply, leaning in close with his hands in the pockets of his tux. 

"You look flushed...you seem out of it." 

"I'm totally of sound mind!" A bark to which he laughs, giving in to the liquid courage as his large hand tilts your chin towards him. Flirting with a line he swore he'd never cross. 

"Yea, if you're so sound of mind, would you let me do this?" He asks, leaning closer, lips almost brushing yours. Your breath mingles with his in little puffs of fog agaisnt the cool air and suddenly you're burning again. 

From the inside out.

His lips touch yours, gently, passive at first and if he's trying to fight against his urges. Slowly he breaks away, amber eyes glued to your mouth before he sighs. Hoping he didn't just fuck everything up. 

In an instant you're drawing him back to you, hands in his golden wheat hair and your fingers weave through the strands. Mouth opening and demanding more as his large hands grip onto your ribcage as if you'd float away. 

And maybe you would, you felt like you could. 

Frantically your hands demand more, exploring up his shirt, touching across his stomach and digging your nails down his back. His own hands follow suit, gripping at your ass and tits, memorizing every luscious curve until he is drunk off of you and you only. You moan into his mouth and with that he loses all restraint. 

Shoving you against the harsh brick building, fisting your hair to tilt your head for better access, exploring your mouth with his well skilled wet muscle. Hands trailing beneath your dress to find your dress, squeezing at your thick thighs and when you moan in approval he moves higher and higher still until his fingers brush against the damp fabric. This time it is his turn to groan as he presses his hardened cock against you, your hips move to grind against his large fingers. 

"Please Tai" It is soft, breathy, sending him into a frenzy as he gives you exactly what you want. Letting his fingers slip beneath the fabric to gather the slick between your folds, gently rubbing against your throbbing clit. You arch against his touch, exposing your neck to him, he leans over and bites. Placing kisses along your throat, making sure to be careful enough to avoid marks before his hazed brain causes him to speak. 

To confess. 

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" He asks, plunging his fingers into your tight heat, stretching you as you mewl, "Ever since I first laid eyes on you. Kamisama you were perfect. And tonight. Fuck baby. Wearing my eye color for all to see. You want people to think you're mine?" 

"Yes, Taishiro. I want people to think I'm yours." You moan, fucking yourself on his fingers before he takes over. Setting a quick pace before he curls his thick fingers just right, in an instant you're creaming against his digits. Crying out as he overstimulates you before he covers your mouth with his broad hand, reminding you just how much he dwarfs you.  

It makes you cum again and again and he corners you against the wall. Cock twitching as he laps up your sinful faces with a gluttonous appetite. 

"Please Tai, pleeeasse." 

"What's wrong baby? My fingers not enough?" His cocky tone drives you mad and your hips buck against his touch before he withdraws from your heat. Panting he levels his gaze yo you. 

"Is this what you want?" Peppering you with kisses as if you could deny him and his godly hands.

"Don't make me beg Tai…" You rasp, he gives a devilish smile. 

"Then I won't." His hands slink up your dress, gathering it at your waist as on skillful finger pulls the overly damp underwear away from your soaking sex. He frees himself and you swallow, not realizing just how large he was, for a moment you worry you won't be able to take him. 

"I'll be gentle." He coos, easing himself in an inch at a time as your stretch around his thick cock. Pussy fluttering as it adjusts to his size, he gathers your legs to his sides, squeezing your hips to keep from rutting into you roughly. He pistons his hips slowly, watching your face contort as he angles himself just right. Sensual thrusts have your legs and pussy squeezing him so deliciously tight. Still he worries he's going to hurt you.

"You okay?" Alcohol lingers on his breath and you swallow him whole with a kiss. Moaning into his mouth softly as he rocks you into one of your most intense orgasms to date. It's a slow build, undeniably intoxicating as his steady pace hits your spongy soft spot and his pelvis rubs against your clit. The coil in your stomach snaps and your body clamps onto the behemoth of a man tightly, stars dot your vision as he continues to fuck you through it. 

"God you're so beautiful ya know? So responsive to my touch. Taking me so well baby." He purrs against your ear, "Makes me want to keep this pace all night." 

He keeps true to his promise, bringing you to new heights at the steadiest of paces, causing you to lose count of how many times you've cum on his length. Pussy attempting to milk him dry as he palm swallows your screams. He looks at your features, your makeup running from delirious tears, mouth fallen opened in a propetial O as your hair clings to your skin. 

"Kamisama you're like art." He kisses your quickened pulse, "Ready for me to fill you love? You're squeezing me so tight…" 

He groans and all you can think of his him and the searing pleasure that courses through your veins to settle in your over sensitive heat. His cock twitches and you want nothing more than to be stuffed full of the Fat Hero's fat cock and his cum.  But words are lost in your hoarse throat and all you can do is nod, moaning his name as if it were a prayer. It's all the encouragement he needs, quickening his pace as the crowd inside grows louder. Counting down from 10. 

It's all lost to you and his hips snap against you, the brick scraping against your shoulders as his grip on you becomes so tight you're sure you'll bruise. Your body hyper aware of every little sensation as you drown in pleasure and warm amber sun, he groans, painting your walls in hot ropes of cum, your vision spots as your body arches to meet him as your spams a final time while his lips crash to yours. 

All the while fireworks erupt over head, bringing in the new year on a literal high note. 

He huffs, sweating as he looks at you, still buried to the hilt. Swiping his thumb over your cheek and running mascara before he breathes out so gently. 

"Happy new year baby." 

[electricbarnes]

time is not on our side 

steve rogers x reader 

summary: ever since steve went against the sokovia accords, he’s been on the run. but he still takes time to see you, even if it’s only for a night. 

↳ songs i listened to for inspiration

wc: 2.8k | warnings: pretty fluffy i would say, but its got a little angst, implied smut 

note: it’s missing steve hrs

Nat: Don’t be gone too long.

Steve reads the text on the small screen of his flip phone, but he doesn’t bother to reply back. He shoves the phone back into his pocket as he turns into a dark alleyway. He glances behind him, making sure no one is watching him. The streets are fairly empty considering the late hour.

Steve carefully climbs his way up one of the fire escapes. The creaking of the old metal echoes through the empty alley. He goes up to the third floor and slides open an unlocked window. Steve ducks inside the dark apartment that’s only dimly lit by the street lights outside. His eyes do a quick scan of the room, looking for any possible dangers.  

He closes the window and flips the latch, making sure it’s locked this time. Just as he turns around, the hallway light turns on, revealing your silhouette. You clearly just woke up, judging by the flyaways of your hair and the old tee shirt you usually wear to bed. You squint your eyes into the darkness and they widen at the sight of the man standing in your living room.

“Steve?”

A gasp escapes your lips and you practically throw yourself on him, but Steve easily catches you. Your arms wrap around his neck while his automatically circles around your waist, pulling you in close. He ignores the pain from the bruise on his ribs, focusing on the feeling of having you in his arms again instead. The tension leaves his body as he melts into your embrace. His senses filled with the familiar sweet scent of your lotion.

Your soft clean skin contrasts the dirt and grime that covers him and his tattered suit. Though, you don’t seem to mind. He knows he should’ve cleaned up before he got here, but his time is limited and he wanted as much time with you as possible.

You pull back from him after a moment to get a good look at his face. Steve sees your smile morph into a frown and your eyebrows scrunch together. Your hand goes to his forehead, fingers carefully tracing the cut above his eyebrow. He forgot about the small injury.

Though he hates seeing you upset, Steve can’t help the small smile that appears on his face. He leans in, placing a kiss between your furrowed brows. He whispers an “I’m okay,” to ease your worries. It seems to work because your adoring smile returns.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you say quietly, as if this were a dream that would end at any moment. It makes him wonder if you have dreams about him like he has of you. He knows all too well that feeling of disappointment when he wakes up alone, wishing the dream had lasted a little longer.

“I’m here,” he affirms, squeezing your hips as a confirmation that this was real. He seals it with a kiss that you immediately fall into. Your hand combs through his, now longer, hair as the kiss deepens. Before it could go any further, you pull away from him. Steve chases your lips for one more kiss, earning a giggle from you. He’s missed that adorable laugh of yours.

Your hand brushes over his beard. He had forgotten about that too. His look has changed a lot since the last time he’s seen you. Being a wanted criminal meant that he could skip the shaving in order to hide his face more. He’s far from the golden boy image that he was before.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” you say, as you take his hand into yours and lead him to the bathroom.

Steve sits patiently while you clean the cut on his face. You’re standing in between his legs and his hands rest on the curve of your hips, just wanting to keep you close. He watches your concentrated expression, thinking it’s cute. He loves how much you care for even the smallest of cuts. He’s pretty sure if he got a papercut, you’d treat it the same.

“It’ll be healed by tomorrow, you know?” he tells you.

“I know,” you say as you toss away the cotton you were using to clean his cut. You shrug, placing both of your hands on his shoulders, “I just wanna take care of you.”

Steve’s heart warms at your words. He looks up at you in disbelief. How did he get so lucky to have you? Even after months apart with radio silence, you still welcome him with open arms. You still care for him. He worries about the day when you’ll get tired of the distance. When it’ll become too much and you’ll give up on this barely there relationship. He knows it isn’t fair to you and you deserve far more than he can give. And yet... you’re still here.

Your hands move up to his cheeks, pulling him in for a quick kiss before leaving his side to turn on the shower.

“Alright, you take a shower and I’ll get you some clothes,” you tell him.

“Care to join me?” Steve asks with a smirk. He walks over to you, his hands wandering to the band of your sleep shorts.

You match his smile but shake your head, “Nuh uh, I don’t think you need any distractions.” You remove his hands from your waist and step back from him, “Now take off your suit.”

“Sweetheart, you can’t just say that and leave me by myself,” he groans, throwing his head back.

“I think you’ll be fine,” you say with a laugh and he can’t help but laugh too. Though he’s slightly disappointed in your rejection, he knows it's probably for the best.  

Once he’s out of his suit, you take his gear from him and leave to give him some privacy. Steve steps into the shower and involuntarily lets out a sigh of relief as the hot water instantly relaxes his muscles. He hasn’t had a good shower in far too long. The grueling weeks of underground missions and uncomfortable nights in the quinjet washes off of him. For a moment, Steve wonders if this is how it could always be. Feeling at peace, not having to be so guarded all the time. Just being here with you in your home makes him forget about the dark life he’s been leading for nearly a year now. Here, he feels like he can finally catch his breath.

Though he wants to stay longer under the hot water, he washes up quickly because he doesn’t want to waste anymore time without you. He gets dressed in the white tee shirt and grey sweats you left for him on the counter. Thankfully, you always keep spare clothes for him.

Just as Steve walks out of the bathroom, you walk into the room holding two mugs.

“I made some tea,” you say, handing him a blue mug with his iconic shield printed on the side. It made him chuckle. He secretly loved how you would keep these little reminders of him.

“And I cleaned your suit as best as I could. The star’s a little loose though,” you tell him.  

“Dont worry about it,” Steve takes the mug and pulls you in with his free hand, giving you a kiss on your forehead. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Soon enough, half filled cups of tea are forgotten on the nightstand. Clothing thrown around the room without care. Steve couldn’t help himself after craving your touch for so long. He’s sure you’ve felt the same, your breathy “please” told him so. Though he didn’t give in so quick, never missing a chance to tease you. Steve took his time rediscovering your taste. Remembering all the ways he drew out those little gasps. He’s dreamt about the way you wrap around him, but that could never compare to the real thing. He missed the way your body felt pressed against his. He missed the sounds of your moans in his ear and the sweet relief that comes after you both meet your ends.

For the rest of the night, the two of you laid in bed, legs twisted together and comfortably wrapped up in each other’s arms. Despite the late hour, you stayed up just talking.

Steve asked about what you have been up to since he’s been gone. You told him about how it’s been at work and the times you’d meet up with your friends over the weekend. You told him about the week you spent with your parents, wishing he could’ve been there. And you talked about the shows you’ve been watching, promising that you’d watch it with him one day.

Your lives were so different now. He wishes he could go back to the days when things weren’t so difficult. He wants that normalcy again, or at least what was normal for an Avenger. He thought he gave up on the idea of wanting a domestic life, forfeited to being a hero instead. But things have changed. Ever since he’s met you, you’ve unknowingly changed his mind.

Maybe it’s the time apart that’s making these moments with you that much more valuable, but it’s all he wants now. It always seems like a fleeting dream. This kind of domestic life isn’t in the cards for him. But the nights he gets to have with you give him hope that it could be possible. He knows he could never completely give up his heroic lifestyle. People need him and he is never one to turn a blind eye. He just hopes that one day he can find a compromise.

Maybe someday he can show up at your office and steal you away for lunch. Or he can join you on those nights out with your friends and get to know them. He would finally meet your family, saving you from them trying to set you up on a date. He’d finally introduce you to the team, the people he considers family. Bucky already knows about you. Steve couldn’t hide someone so important from his best friend. He's pretty sure that Sam and Natasha know where he runs off to every now and then. They even subtly remind him of how risky it is to sneak away. But after the fighting for so long, being with you is just what he needs, even if only for a night.

You were curious, of course, of what Steve has been up to in the time he was gone and where in the world he’s been. Steve avoided any details of the missions he’s gone on. He didn’t want to make you worry, though he’s sure you do anyways. He only tells you the good parts.

“Bucky has goats now,” he says with a smile, recalling the sight of Bucky helping the Wakandans on their farms.

“Really?” you raise your head from his chest, a look of surprise on your features.

“Yeah,” he says with a breathy laugh. “One of them even tried to eat Sam’s pants.”

“Oh my god,” both of your laughters break the quiet of the room.

There’s a lull in the conversation, but it’s a comfortable silence. Steve just enjoys the comforting weight of your body on top of his as he soothingly rubs his hand up and down your arm. For a second, he thinks you’ve fallen asleep but you turn your head to look up at him. He can see how sleepy you are, eyelids half closed. You stare for a moment with a small content smile. Your hand reaches for his face, delicate fingers stroking his beard.

“I like this,” you mutter.

“Yeah?”

“Mhmmm,” you affirm. “Didn’t think you could get any sexier but wow” your eyes widen, emphasizing the last part.

Steve throws his head back, laughing at your comment. You giggle along with him, tucking yourself back closer into his side.

“Guess I’ll keep it then,” he muses.

Silence takes over again. Your fingers draw random shapes across his chest, careful of the bruise on his side. Gradually, your movements get slower until your hand rests above his heart.  

“You should get some sleep sweetheart,” Steve says, kissing the top of your head. He knows he should probably sleep too, but he doesn’t want to. He just wants to enjoy having you in his arms while he can.

“Noooooo,” you let out an adorable whine.  

Steve turns to his side, both of you now face to face. Looking into your eyes, he knows this is exactly where he wants to be. His hand tucks a stray hair behind your ear, thumb caressing your face.

“Wanna stay up with you,” you say, the sleepiness evident in your voice.

Steve glances towards the window, noticing the subtle change of the sky. The dark night beginning to fade away to early morning blues.

His throat feels dry when he looks back at you and says “I have to go soon.”

The pout on your face returns and he wishes he could take it back. You let out a sigh.

“What if you just stayed, right here in this bed and we just never leave?” you asked with a teasing smile.

Steve smirks at the thought, “very tempting.”

“Or,” you begin to suggest, “what if I just went with you?”

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t given it a thought. He knows how much you want to see the world, but it shouldn’t be because you’re following a fugitive. He’s thought about asking the king for another favor, letting just one more person stay in Wakanda, so he can safely visit you more often. But you had your friends and family. He couldn’t be selfish and take you away from your life here. Above all else, he wanted to keep you safe. It was the reason for keeping your relationship a secret in the first place. He didn’t want you being associated with him in fear that you’d be used against him. He’s glad he kept you a secret, especially now that he became a part of the nation’s most wanted.

“I can’t ask that of you,” he says regretfully.

You look at him with sincerity, “I’d go anywhere with you, Steve.”

“I know,” he sighs, “but it’s too dangerous.”

You look at him sadly, before shying away from his stare. “I know.”

“Hey,” he coos softly. His finger bringing up your chin, getting you to look back at him. “Things will get better for us, I promise.”

You nod subtly, and he hopes you believe his words.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” you say, voice breaking toward the end. He can see the emotions swimming in your eyes.

“I wish I didn’t either.”

He leans in to meet your lips, hoping it’ll alleviate the pain in your heart. It damn near breaks him seeing you like this. He hates the torment he’s putting you through, but he was too selfish to actually let you go. He needed the hope you gave him. He needed you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, wiping away a stray tear.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for,” he reassures you. “Being away from you is hard for me too. Trust me sweetheart, there’s no place I’d rather be than here with you.”

“I know,” you say with a sad smile.

“I love you,” he states firmly, needing you to know that he means it more than anything.

“I love you too,” you respond with a small smile.

He bumps his nose against yours, before giving you another chaste kiss.

The morning light starts to fill the bedroom, signaling his time was almost up. He looks back at you, “Go to sleep, doll.”

You don’t protest this time. Instead, you pull yourself closer, tucking yourself into his embrace. He lays back, swallowing down the sudden emotion he feels. His hand comfortingly strokes down your back, lulling you to sleep. Steve waits for your breathing to even out, making sure you were sleeping before reluctantly leaving your grip.

He quietly gets dressed in his now clean suit that was left hanging on your desk chair. He’s in no rush to leave, taking his time putting his gear back on. He looks over at you and sees you clutching your pillow in place of him. Part of him wonders what the consequences would be if he just stayed.

As he pulls on his suit, Steve notices the off-white star slightly bent off the center of his chest. He rips the whole thing off and walks over to your desk, finding a sticky note and a pen. He writes a reminder of his love for you and a promise that he’ll come back soon. He leaves the note and star on your nightstand for you to find when you wake up.

Just before he leaves, he goes to you and leans down to place a lingering kiss on your forehead, careful not to wake you up. 

He leaves your apartment the same way he came in. The air is much colder. He can hear sounds of the early risers and the birds chirping as he makes his way back down the fire escape. Steve glances one last time at your apartment window. He regretfully leaves the comfort and safety of home, back to his reality of life in the shadows.

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And It Felt Great To Be A Liar (700 Celebration)

Ok so I based this off of this prompt:Hi there! I hope you’re doing well. I just have a request for JJ maybank. Would you be able to write one where y/n is apart of the kooks and is dating Rafe and Jj and her hate eachother. One day everyone is at a party and JJ and y/n are fighting with eachother as usual in a bedroom and he pins her against the wall and all of a sudden they start kissing eachother and they end up having really rough sex against the wall or a desk in the room with lots of dirty talk, choking and JJ making y/n admit he fucks her better than her boyfriend and gets her to beg for him If you have any time to write it I would be very appreciative, thank you so much x 

and it really fit with the poll results for the celebration so enjoy this master piece <3

Warnings:Choking, Spanking, Bondage, Sub and Dom behavior, cheating, no condom, degrading, swearing.

Rafe’s arms were around your waist, his hot breath fanning against your neck as he nipped at the skin. “We should stay here tonight.”He suggested, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt, his hands slipping under the thin material and onto your skin.

 “We cant, we already told Kelce and Top that we’d show.”You reminded him, peeling his hands away from you. He pouted, grabbing his keys. “Fine, we’ll play later.”He winked, opening his door and going down the stairs, shouting a goodbye to Wheezie and flipping off his dad.

 You cringed at his words, not looking forward to coming back after the party. You were getting bored of Rafe, there was really only so much of his drama that you could take. You were hoping he’d get bored of you soon too or maybe even move on to someone else and forget about you.

 But you stayed anyways, hoping he’d become less boring or maybe you’d stay around long enough to truly mean something to him. You followed him, sitting in the passengers seat of his truck. It reeked of alcohol and weed, his hand gipping your thigh. You rolled your eyes, looking out the window as he drove. 

“What are you thinking about, pretty girl?”He asked. You hummed, not replying. You grabbed his hand, resting your elbow on the arm rest. There wasnt much to look forward to these days. Nothing new, nothing fun, nothing interesting. The kook life got so boring so quick. 

Your only options on most days were to go golfing, shopping or a party if you were lucky. Everything was blurred together, feeling the exact same.He lifted his hand, pulling yours with it before pressing a kiss to your hand. It was a romantic gesture that you werent used to. 

He was like this at the beginning of the relationship, the romance slowly fading away as he became more obsessed with you instead of loving you. He was trying his best to convince you that he still loved you but you knew that you were just holding on to broken pieces at this point, wishing you had something different. 

You could hear the crashing of the waves, lifting your head and widening your eyes for a moment. The party was at Kelce’s beach house that wasnt really a house, it was really just a second mansion. You grinned at Rafe, sliding your phone in your pocket before hopping out of the truck, biting your tongue when he squeezed your ass.

 “Im gonna go look for Sar, okay?”You asked. He nodded, pulling you in for a quick kiss, watching as you jogged up the stairs. You could feel him watching you, slipping into a hallway and hoping for the best. You were sure that Sarah wasnt even at this party, it wasnt really her type of place. 

Sure, she was a party girl but even this was too much. You figured you should just lay low until Rafe was busy catching up with Kelce and Topper that he wouldnt notice if you went ot get yourself a drink. You werent in the mood for him to drag you over to his friend group and start bragging. 

You tested each door knob, searching for a bedroom or a bathroom for you to sit in for a while, grinning once one of them finally turned.      As soon as you were in the room you closed it behind you, locking it because you didnt feel like having your alone time interrupted by some drunk couple. 

As soon as you turned around you regretted it, seeing noone other than JJ Maybank shirtless in the middle of the room. He was staring back at you, stuck in place. You and JJ had problems that dated back to eighth grade. He had gotten into a huge fight with a kook and you were the only witness, watching as the boy hit JJ repeatedly in the ribs.

 JJ had eventually won the fight, blood running from his nose and staining his shirt, a layer of sweat covering his face as he stared at you. Since then he had nothing but anger and hate for you, giving you dirty looks in public and talking shit about you at parties. Of course you always found out about it. 

How he called you a whore, a gold digger and a bitch.  “Get out.”Was all he had to say, tossing his shirt onto the floor in the corner. It made a slight sloshing sound and you could only assume that he had bumped into someone and got something spilled on him. Or maybe he had been a bitch and got something thrown at him. 

“No.”You replied, staring back at him with a glare. He matched your energy, jaw clenching as he looked you up and down. “What are you hiding from, (Y/N)? You maniac of a boyfriend?”He asked, causing your blood to boil. Of course he was right but you’d never admit it. And of course Rafe was an absolute maniac but so was JJ and all of his friends.

 “He’s not a maniac, JJ.”You replied, knowing that it didnt sound right. You had never been great at lying. “Aww, thats cute that you try to stick up for your crazy boyfriend? If hes not a fucking maniac then explain what he did to Pope and I. You think a sane person would do that?”He asked.

 You stared back at him, biting the inside of your cheek as you tried to think of something to say. He shook his head, chuckling. “See, you cant even defend him anymore. God, I hope he fucking dumps your ass!”he exclaimed, letting out a sigh. You gulped, staring at him.

 “Shut up!”You shouted in response, only making him smirk. “Face it, (Y/N)!The boy you call your boyfriend is a shitty, disgusting person. You’re so much worse for being with him!”He shouted back at you. “Excuse me?”You asked, somehow surprised that he would say it to your face. 

“Come on, (Y/N). You’re not that fucking stupid. He’s using you and you know it. But you like being used, dont you?”He asked, causing you to go silent. For once you didnt know what to do or what to say. He was getting closer to you, gripping your wrists and pushing you against the door in a swift movement, your back hitting the wood hard. 

His eyes stayed on you, raising an eyebrow. “Answer the question, princess.”He demanded. You stared back at him, feeling his grip tighten. “Sometimes.”You replied, not wanting to give him the satisfaction he craved. 

“Dont lie to yourself, sweetheart. You’re a little maniac that likes to be used.”He spoke into your ear, leaning down and kissing you roughly.You were struggling to keep up, so much happening so fast. His hands were under your shirt, sloppy kisses being dragged up and down your neck. 

“Do you want me?”He asked you, fingernails digging into your skin. You nodded eagerly, feeling a sense of relief when he pulled you over and onto the bed, glad that you werent trapped against the wood surface. He didnt let you lay down, pushing you onto your knees as you stared up at him. 

He guided one of your hands to his belt, making you press against him before letting go, biting his lip as you palmed him through his pants, carefully undoing his belt with slightly shaky hands. 

He let you take your time, grinning at how nervous he made you, watching you struggle with his zipper. He chuckled, pushing you back and undoing his pants, getting on top of you, parting your legs. “Does Rafe make you this nervous?”He asked, seeming pleased with himself. 

You shook your head, not sure you could answer properly. He grinned, kissing you again. He lifted your shirt over your head quickly, tossing it. “Im flattered that I have such an effect on you.”He muttered, tugging your shorts off, his hand wrapping around your neck not soon after. 

His blue eyes were staring into you, squeezing harder for a moment. He was testing how much you could take, his thumb pressing into a spot right below your jaw. His hand dragged from your neck to the end of your hair, tugging harshly and causing you to let out a low shout. 

He chuckled, letting go and unclasping your bra. “There’s so many things I could do to you…. We’ve got four hours until Rafe remembers you…..”He muttered, tugging down your underwear and keeping your thighs open with his hands, settling between them. 

“Can you last four hours?”He asked. You nodded, moaning when his tongue slid through your folds. He chuckled, his fingernails leaving little crescent moons into your skin as he lapped at your entrance. You already already shaking from his tongue alone, your hands going to his hair and whimpering when he pulled away. 

“No, no, princess. You dont get to touch me.”He told you, grabbing his belt off the floor. “Give me your wrists.”He told you, grinning when you put them out for him. He had so much power over you, holding your wrists to the headboard and securing them with the belt. He settled back between your thighs, his tongue darting in and out of you, pressing his thumb against your clit. 

He could feel you were about to get close, pulling away before you could reach your high. You whined, moving against the belt. “What? You dont like that, princess?”He asked, moving up again so that his nose was against yours. “JJ, please.”You whispered, thinking that maybe he would change even just for a moment when he kissed you. 

“Not. A. Chance.”He replied. “This isnt fair!”You exclaimed, moaning again when he licked your nipple. “Not fair?”He asked, beginning to suck. He moved his hand up to pinch your other nipple, rolling his thumb over it. “I think its pretty fair, (Y/N).”He replied, turning you over so that your stomach was against the mattress and you had to turn your head to breathe properly. His palm collided with your ass, sending a shock through your body. 

“You okay?”He asked, moving your hair aside and pressinga  kiss to you cheek. He was only calm for a moment before he smacked you again, making you take a shaky breath. “Anthony hit me twelve times….you get fifteen. Count.”He told you, rubbing your ass before lifting up his hand again, the hit making a loud noise.

 “One.”You whispered, squeezing your eyes shut as he hit you again. You’d never let Rafe do this to you. You didnt like most things Rafe did especially in the bedroom. He just couldnt do what you wanted and if he did he just couldnt do it well. You didnt know when you got to ten, tears streaming down your cheeks. “JJ…. I dont think I can take more.”You sobbed. 

He took in a deep breath, leaning down. “Hmm…. you’re doing so good, princess. Only five more left, promise I wont be too rough.”He whispered, his fingertips grazing over your thighs, waiting for an answer. You nodded, biting your lip as you waited, his palm hitting you again but not nearly as hard as the others. He spanked you again, rubbing the area after carefully. 

You werent too worried anymore, whispering after he hit you the last time. He gave you a moment to recover, his fingers rubbing your thigh and sides, kissing your shoulder. He turned you over a few moments later, staring down at you. He pressed a kiss to your lips, the act much more gentle than before. 

He pulled away after a second, his hand back at your throat as he pushed into you. You gasped, your head falling against the pillows as he bottomed out. He chuckled, tugging at your hair and forcing your head back some more, leaning down and nipping at your shoulder, only letting go when you whimpered. 

It wasnt hard enough for you to bleed but his teeth left imprints in your skin, a satisfied smile on his face before he sped up. “Does Rafe fuck you like this?”He asked, hitting a spot so deep inside of you that you hadnt even known that it existed. You moaned loudly, feeling him tug your hair again. 

“JJ!”You shouted from the pain against your scalp. “Answer the question.”He told you. You licked your lips, an idea sparking in your mind. “Rafe’s better.”You lied. He looked down at you, fingers pressing hard against your neck. “You want me to stop? You wanna go back to Rafe?”He asked, thrusting in and out of you. You shook your head quickly, wrapping your legs around his torso.

 “Thats what I though, you fucking liar.”He muttered, slowing when he heard a knock at the door. “Anyone in there?”A voice shouted. It was Rafe’s. “Make a sound and im done with you.”He told you, picking up the pace. 

“Rafe, man. Im busy!”He shouted. You bit your lip, closing your eyes and trying your best not to make any noises. You heard a loud groan before heavy footsteps thumped down the hall. JJ chuckled, noticing your relief. “Aww, the poor slut doesnt wanna go back to her boyfriend.”He grinned, biting your neck again. 

You knew Rafe would see the marks but you didnt really care, eyes widening as you clenched around JJ. He let go of you, pulling out and cumming on your bare stomach. He panted, kissing you gently before freeing your wrists, kissing the skin gently. For someone who hated you he was being surprisingly sweet, especially after what just happened.

 It didnt last long before he got up and put his clothes back on, your suspicions confirmed when you noticed a large stain across his shirt. “See you around, kook.”He winked at you before leaving the room. You laid down on the bed, pain running through your body. You felt guilty for feeling so good, your wrists stinging slightly and your heart dropping when you realised Rafe would see.

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