#so glad they found their way back to each other

[tom-is-online]

Ok so

If there ever came to be a sonic x pjsk collaborative event (more like the sanrio one not just the free costume)

Which six characters do you personally think would get 4 star cards and what sonic characters do you think they'd be assigned?

(Also I originally found your art on pinterest, the sonic and akito "we gotta kill this guy" thing and I am SO glad I finally found your blog lol your arts awesome)

I have been WAITING for someone to ask me this YESSSSSSSS ok hear me out

My opinion is:

Sonic = Miku

Tails = Minori/ Ichika

Knuckles = Akito

Amy = Honami/ Airi

Shadow = Mafuyu

Dr.Eggman = Rui

Before u come 4 me REASONING BELOW

Im assuming the lineup is: Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Shadow, Dr.Eggman. Since they're the usual contenders w/ sonic colabs

+ One 4 star from each unit and the others get a 2 star or smth

OK reasoning time

So obviously Miku gets sonic, no way round it. PLEASE I'm begging give her the diva fit back, they don't rly do hoods in prsk but... sega please.

Unpopular opinion: MINORI IS SO TAILS CODED. I'm so normal about it. They look up to someone so much and get taken under their wing and learn to become better but not reliant on them. ALSO the theme of flying for both of them. Kills me.

Either Akito or Shiho get Knuckles. I won't accept anything else. Giving it to Akito cuz they can rap together and that's very cute,

Honami as Amy is something I'm very sure of and i have seen NOBODY talk about it when I've seen ppl talk about this. Everyone always says Emu (I don't get it besides being pink bob havers) or Airi (which I like more and is a close 2nd). BUT HEAR ME OUT. Amy and Honami can bake together, they both care greatly for others around them and are strong as fuck, will kick ur ass.

If we have Airi = Amy then I'm OK with changing Tails to be Ichika so Ichika and Miku can be besties in a hypothetical card. Either ok rly

Shadow is Mafuyu. Easy and correct option. 2 mfs who deal with Identity issues, family trauma and finding your own path. It's cute and I won't budge on this

Rui is Dr.Eggman. I don't feel like I gotta explain this to anyone. Robot. Dubious fuckers

Anyway :) PLEASE lmk any opinions on this in comments or rbs I wanna know if ppl think this makes sense :)

Also tysm I'm happy u like my art :)))

[bucksboobs]

Not to bring back bad memories but this kinda feels like Q all over again. Both suicidal men who eventually found love and friendship and a family and a purpose in life only to for sacrificing their lives for their friends. It's been years, and I'm still not over Quentin's death.

I’m actually glad someone made this comparison because I do find a stark contrast between the way the two deaths were handled on a narrative and Mets level.

Q’s death is intentionally a last ditch effort to save his friends that kills him and Bobby gets exposed to the contagion through no fault of his own, he never has to make the decision to die the way Q does. As he says to Athena “I’m not choosing to go, no amount of hope was going to change the math.”

Athena gets to say goodbye. Something Eliot never got, in fact Bobby tells her he doesn’t want her to see the final moments and she says she wants every moment she has left. There’s a very different way the two romantic relationships get treated at the end, because Eliot was still unconscious when Q died, after a season of Q desperately trying to save him. In The Magicians Eliot gets told Q loved him several episodes after the fact by Q’s other ex, but Bobby and Athena had 5 years of marriage and their final moments are them telling each other how much they love each other, how Athena saved his life.

I do get people taking issue with the “borrowed time” line because it does kinda suck but I also think it more fits with how Bobby probably sees his life in LA (“his penance”) than Q openly musing to Penny that maybe he just found a creative way to kill himself.

From a meta perspective, Tim talks about how this decision was about raising the stakes and telling new stories and everyone involved is honoring and celebrating Peter Krause. Compare that to Gamble and McNamara patting themselves on the backs for the daring decision to kill off “the white guy” while ignoring the way Q’s death very much played into the trope of burying your gays. I remember McNamara talking about how they didn’t have any interest in writing Q and Eliot as a happy couple (to his credit The Magicians has no happy couples so that tracks) and that was the part that hurt me the most.

Ultimately though both hurt I do think Bobby’s death is actually being handled well and I will be able to keep watching 911 in a way I was not able to with The Magicians.

[pinkaditty]

A New Day (Alan Mido x Reader; Tokyo Debunker)

i wrote alan sfw angst on his birthday. i think i owe him an apology.

a/n: writing this hurt and idk if there’ll be a part 2 lol nvm i have an idea 4 part 2 BUT it will not be a happy ending! i fear i am an angst lover… this is heavily inspired by a breakup i went through about 6 months ago that put a very abrupt end to a 5-going-on-6 year relationship. it was a lot 2 process but please none of the “im sorry 4 ur loss :(“ bc it absolutely was not a loss lmfao. every day im just glad i decided that i don’t wanna put myself through that anymore. he’s a good guy and i wish him well but that’s the last time i date a straight man ever. yippee!

disclaimer that i like alan lmfao he’s not one of my favs but i do feel a little guilty abt posting angst of him on his bday. sorry alan. ill make it up 2 u i promise ٩(´∀`)۶

sorry in advance!

summary: you and alan are falling apart. you have one month left.

cw: THIS IS 100% SFW BUT MINORS STILL DNI im not writing porn rn. idrk if there's anything 2 warn 4 besides angst and yelling. okay enjoy!! not proofread

You storm out of Vagastrom house again, pretending none of this affects you again, only to cry when you get home and bury your face in your pillow again. 

When tasked with undoing a very large, heavy, and thick knot, how do you start? Both parties know it would be far easier to cut into the knot and separate the string into two with scissors, sharp objects and sharper words, ignoring the regret and the soured feelings and anything they can’t take back, all to untie the knot. But when you love someone, you want to take the time to undo it with them and put genuine effort into it. You want to undo it gently rather than harshly, finding the source of the knot and carefully pulling at it, unraveling it, ensuring that the string stays together and intact.

But sometimes patience runs thin. Sometimes time is short. Sometimes frustrations run high. Sometimes the promises you made to each other to keep trying fade to the background as you both get caught up, irritation growing at how long and how thick and how imposing the knot is. You start thinking that maybe the both of you just need an out, the easy way. But you don’t want to let go without reason. So you put up with it. Both of you do.

During this last argument with Alan, you reveled in the way his hands curled into fists at your words, hoping that for once he would give you a justifiable reason to leave. The depths of his anger terrified you, but you can’t decide if it’s love or fear that keeps you from becoming a victim of it. At first, you were sure it was love, but when your faith began to waver in your relationship, so did your faith in him. You were sure he felt the same, as you were getting annoyed with the doubtful glances he’d send your way when he next saw you after another mission ran late and you had to cancel yet another date. You didn’t like canceling the dates, but after you finally finished a mission early, and found time, the date you went on was disastrous. You found yourself the subject of probing questions, lackluster conversation, and an overall depressing atmosphere. It was not what you were hoping for after doing your best to free up your schedule for once. This ruined any motivation you had to free up your schedule again, and in turn, dates became sparse. Even the question to spend time together felt more like a desperate plea rather than a casual request, on both ends. You couldn’t read his mind, so you had no way of knowing if he was equally as displeased, was trying, or just didn’t care, but the more time passed, the more you found yourself not really caring what his thoughts were. You began to revert inside yourself, focusing on yourself. Maybe this would be fixed if you could make sure you were alright before pouring any more of yourself into this relationship. You had too much to worry about, after all: the curse, you dying in a very short time now if a cure wasn’t found, juggling the ghouls, running errands for Jin and Tohma, racing back and forth between classes and missions, and finding crumbs of time between it all and painstakingly separating it between spending time with friends and spending time with Alan. You were sure he also had a lot of things on his plate as well, but with how clouded your mind was with anger right now, you couldn’t be bothered to try and see things from his point of view. 

When you think you’ve bawled enough into your pillow about literally everything happening all at once, you pick yourself up from the bed, allowing your body to sag in a seated position at the edge, looking out the window. It looked like it was due to rain soon, the clouds covering the sun from peeking through at all. You wondered if Alan was looking out a window at a similar view, just a brisk walk away, before scoffing to yourself. No, not likely. After a fight like that, he’d want to blow off steam, so he's probably sparring with Sho or working on another car. Funny how you could still know him, even if he felt like a completely different person now. Some parts of him were exactly the same as they had been when you’d fallen in love with him.

You’d had a crush on him for a while at first, watching meekly from afar, too spooked to confidently approach him directly. You’d always been fond of the gentle giant types, and that was essentially him, if you put aside his haunted past and violent tendencies towards anomalies. He knew how to control his anger at least, and always made an attempt to be kind to you. He was quiet, but welcoming and warm. When he opened up to you, he even began to smile when you were around. He took the time to teach you about car parts, not that you were really paying attention and more so looking for an excuse to hear him ramble about something he liked. He’d even listen to your endless drivel, whether it was about missing home, other ghouls, stressful missions, or just needing to sort all your thoughts out. He was always there to listen. Maybe he wasn’t the best at offering advice, and would refuse a hug if he was covered in sweat or motor oil, but his gentle smile oftentimes felt like enough. And it was enough, for you. You knew you were completely head over heels when he took you for a drive once, surprising you with an R&R permit for no particular reason other than just on a whim. Of course, you agreed. Why not spend some time away from Darkwick with your favorite ghoul? It was just a simple drive, but it turned into something else when you stopped for burgers and shakes at his favorite fast food place. Then you stopped at an arcade and he beat you at every game, except the crane game, though you were sure that was totally dumb luck. Then he took you back to Darkwick and you talked in the car for hours about everything and nothing, with the windows rolled down and your seats reclined, until he fell asleep. You remembered watching his eyelids flutter shut, still responding to your questions with his eyes closed, until his responses stopped. You remembered looking over, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, the slight part of his lips in a soft snore, the moonlight pouring through the window of the Vagastrom garage and illuminating his every minute detail. You sat there for a while, studying him, feeling a cheesy smile grow on your face and your heart thrum with telling emotion. Yea. That was when you fell in love with him. 

You only realize you’re crying when a sob racks through your body, forcing you back into reality. Your eyes readjust from the imagined memory of sleeping Alan to the peaceful rain outside. Something about those two scenes didn’t feel all that different. Even the context wasn’t all that different, either. Falling in love, and falling out of love… was that what was happening? A sickening pit falls in your stomach, and you find your expression turning into a frown before you know it. The thought doesn’t go away. It sticks. And it’s been sticking for months now. 

It was when you’d noticed that the two of you had been growing apart for a while. You’d been swamped with missions and classwork and the ghouls themselves, and he’d been busy with sorting out cases and classwork and his other duties as a Captain. Before you knew it, it’d been longer than you could count on all your fingers since you’d last seen him, if not in passing. It bothered you that not seeing him didn’t bother you. It bothered you that you’d been so focused on work that you hadn’t had much time to donate to him. It bothered you that he’d been so focused on work that he hadn’t had much time to donate to you. It was to be expected, living on this hellish campus, but still. You two had made it work before. When you’d approached him about it, he’d been working on a car, laying on the car roller underneath it. The students hanging around in the garage pointed you in his direction, not that you’d needed their help. You knew where he would be. You knocked twice on the car door, and he stopped his work, rolling himself out from underneath the car. He blinked at you for a moment before offering you a nod and a tiny smile. “Honor Roll.” Even after months of dating, he still hadn’t stopped calling you that. Not that you minded. 

“Hey, Alan.” You sat down next to the car roller and leaned back against the car. He sat up and mimicked your position. 

“What are you here for?” Alan asked, spinning a wrench between his fingers. He was nervous.

“To see you.” You clasped your hands together to keep yourself from wringing them nervously, though you were sure he already knew that was a habit of yours. 

“Mm.” He hummed in response, closing his eyes as he leaned his head against the car door. To most, this reply would seem lackluster, but you knew he was giving you the floor to speak. 

“...I haven’t seen you in a while.” You looked away from him as you said this, instead choosing to fixate your gaze on the garage floor beneath you, covered in dust and grime and motor oil. 

“Me neither.” From the shifting noise you hear, you could assume he’s turned his gaze to you, but you weren’t ready to look at him yet. 

“I’m sorry. About being so absent all the time.” You forced the words out before you could think about them, drawing patterns into the dust-covered floor. 

A heavy sigh. “It’s hardly your fault.” Another shift and he’s looked away from you again. “I’ve been absent, too.”

He was right, he had been. “I don’t wanna be absent anymore, Alan.” You turned to him, wiping your finger free of dust and folding your hands in your lap again. 

He turned back towards you, a soft smile on his face, far truer than the small one he’d offered you in greeting. “Me neither, Honor Roll.”

Your heart felt warm all over again. “Well?” He wasn’t one to always let you take initiative, you knew that. 

He stood up from his car roller and tossed his wrench to the side. He was covered in sweat and motor oil, but for once, it didn’t seem like he cared. He held a hand out to you, smiling. “Let’s go.”

You didn’t care where you were going. You just knew he was gonna take you somewhere. And that was all you needed. It was silent, but between you both, a promise had been made. You would keep trying. You would keep pushing forward. You knew you still loved him in the way you eagerly broke out into a run after him, his sweaty, rough palms struggling to keep a solid grip on yours. He smiled brightly back at you and continued on his way, pulling you along. It didn’t matter where you were going, so long as it was together. 

You bury your forehead in your hands, breaking the temporary spell of that memory. It was darker outside now, the rain still gently pattering on your window. There were things you had to do tonight, like get dressed for bed, eat something, maybe distract your spinning brain with a good book or a movie on your laptop. But strangely, as those things came to your mind, each one seemed more boring than the last. You didn’t have the energy to change. You didn’t have the appetite for food. Your laptop was too far away and you didn’t feel like leaving your bed. You plop right back down on your side, trying to resist the tears that threatened to spill. Even when the two of you had started growing apart, there was still hope. You’d started off strong and made such an effort. What happened? It was like that love you’d tried so hard to cultivate, revive, and strengthen had just fallen apart further than it had before, crumpled and dry and lonely. You’d tried so hard. The knot that had been growing between you had been a daunting task to rid yourselves of, but you’d managed. Why was it bigger now, worser now? Did you even have the energy to put yourself through this again? It had fallen apart so quickly, like the promise had just been forgotten. 

You wish you could bring yourself to not think about this anymore, but your brain keeps coming back to it. You stay curled up in bed, periodically checking your phone, staring at WickChat, wishing with all your might that Alan would send a message. You knew it probably wasn’t going to happen, not after all you’d said a few hours ago, but some part of you still hoped it was salvageable. 

The fight had been just waiting to happen, when you think about it. The two of you, for whatever reason, had been finding reasons to disagree with and avoid each other more often than not. The relationship hadn’t felt like a relationship anymore. You knew you’d been too emotional to handle things properly, but you didn’t care. When you’d stormed into Vagastrom, you were just grateful nobody was around to see you so high-strung. Alan doesn’t even come out from underneath the car he’s working on, probably too peeved to care much. You already can’t even remember what it is you’re angry about. All you know is your frustration with him has piled up and reached an all-time high.

“Alan.” You almost end up barking his name out, too frustrated to focus on the tone of your voice. His heavy sigh just peeved you further. 

He’d sat up from underneath the car and stood to face you, his expression flat and exasperated. “Yes, Honor Roll?” He’d been twirling that same wrench around his fingers. The action you’d found endearing before had just turned annoying. 

You’d huffed out a sigh in response, having heard the tone of his voice in response to yours. Responding with bitterness would be childish, but that’s what you had done. “We need to talk.”

“About?” Alan grunted and turned away from you. He’d been trying to show he was disinterested. And you weren’t going to let that slide. 

“Us, clearly!” You couldn’t help but raise your voice. You’d felt all the old frustration bubble up all at once. 

“Mm.” 

“And there you go again!” At this point, you had stopped trying to keep quiet out of decency. It didn’t matter anymore. You found yourself almost yelling out of frustration. “All you do when it comes to conversations like this is hum at me or sigh!”

That had used to be so endearing. Why was it so annoying now?

He’d muttered something that you couldn’t hear, but you hadn’t cared.

“I keep telling you, I’m trying!” You’d smacked your hands together to put emphasis on the words, at a loss for how else to get the importance of this across. “I keep trying to make this work, I keep trying to get off of missions early, but I don’t always have the time! It’s just as frustrating for me as it is for you!”

Alan knew you weren’t done, so he hadn’t responded, turning away from you and busying his hands by organizing a nearby toolbox.

 “And not getting to see you sucks, you know?” You had swallowed as you’d said that. The words tasted too close to a lie. You had then faltered, trying to find something else to say. 

Alan sighed again. Your anger spiked again.

“And could you stop sighing like that, and give me an actual, genuine response?!” You’d watched his hand tighten into a fist as you’d said that, and you’d flinched away, feeling your stomach rumble with terror. 

He breathed a steady breath, as though he were cooling himself off. “You want a genuine response?” He’d asked, though you knew it was rhetorical. “Fine.”

He turned towards you, his eyes blazing with anger. His free hand was still curled in a fist, his other hand had been closing the toolbox. His voice was a low rumble, the angriest and most threatening you’d ever heard it. “Go home, Honor Roll,” He’d said. 

And go home, to the chapel, you had.

You’d kicked rocks all the way there, and now here you were in your bed, with sore toes and not enough energy to go and kick rocks in the rain. 

Alan was justified in feeling neglected. You were justified in feeling frustrated. Neither of you was justified in taking your anger out on the other person. That hadn’t even been your first big fight about that subject. It must’ve been the third one in two weeks. Sometimes he said more, sometimes you said more, sometimes you both did little more than glare and huff at each other.

You turn over in your bed, opening your phone again and checking WickChat. Nothing, like you’d expected. You try not to let it disappoint you, knowing you probably wouldn’t want to hear from him anyway. You flip open your calendar. 

Five months. It’d been a little over five months of this. And you’d started dating him around three months after you got here. You still weren’t cured. You had maybe a month left, give or take. 

One month. 

You roll on your back this time, staring up at your ceiling. The shock that you were going to die had long since passed. You were resigned to it now, used to the pitying looks the ghouls gave you, even hearing the sobs some of them tried to keep quiet. You had tried to remain cheery through it all, but this relationship with Alan was weighing on you, becoming more of a burden than a blessing. The failing relationship, the depressed mood on campus, the pitying looks, the rushed work, everyone suddenly desperate to find a cure - it’d all become too much. Tears spill from your eyes yet again, but you don’t stop them this time. You continue to lay starfished on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. 

You idly think of the flowers on your back that had started out sparse and have since become an overwhelming garden. You think of the memory of the eye of the Kyklos. You think of the ghouls. You think of home. You think of the sage ring, still on your right ring finger. You think of the chancellor. You think of the professors. You think of rainy days at Hotarubi and wild weather at Jabberwock. You think of the frosty chill of Frostheim and the blazing heat of Sinostra. You think of the cool nights at Obscuary and the humidity of Vagastrom. You think of the weird chill at Mortkranken that you were sure was more closely associated with fear than the temperature. You think of everything at Darkwick. All of the anomalies you’d captured (and promptly destroyed), all of the adventures you’d had, all of the friends you’d made.

And then you think of Alan. Your heart weighs heaviest when your mind turns to him. The tears seem to spill faster, not that you could really tell. Thinking of all that you were going to miss had already blurred your vision enough. 

You had one month left. Did you want to spend it trying to fix something that was failing? Would one month be enough time to fix it? Would you die trying to? Would you die, bitter and unhappy? Would things be fixed by then?

Were you willing to bet your final four weeks on a simple “what if things get better”?

The sobs finally come, racking your body. It was over. 

Tomorrow, you’d have to face that.

And tomorrow, you did. 

You make your way over to Vagastrom in the early morning, your steps timid and slow. You knew he’d be awake, probably skipping out on sleeping the previous night, spending hours fixing his car instead to throw his mind into other things. 

And sure enough, you find him, sitting on the hood of his car, dark bags under his eyes. The dorm is practically silent this early in the morning. He’s twirling a wrench in his hands again, lost in thought. The habit is neutral to you now. Not endearing, not annoying… just, neutral. 

Your heart sinks. This really was it.

Your footsteps clack on the floor, finally catching his attention. He fixes you with a gaze you can’t quite read, and one you probably don’t need to. You were sure your expression looked similar. 

He shifted over on the car hood, making space for you and patting the empty space next to him. You hoist yourself up and plop right next to him, listening as the rest of the world wakes up. The birds start chirping with the rising sun, and the nighttime crickets finally silence their song. Your throat feels dry. But you push on anyway.

“...This isn’t working.” 

He shakes his head in response, not looking at you. You don’t look at him either. “...It’s broken.”

“Yeah.” You respond, feeling tears return to your already puffy eyes. You don’t bother wiping them away. “We tried to fix it.”

“We did.” His response is as terse as ever, and you can’t tell if you want to cry or laugh. You’re closer to crying, really, but a familiar, rueful smile pulls at your lips, just a little bit. You’re about to respond when he speaks up again. “Sometimes things are… too broken to repair.”

You don’t miss the way he nearly chokes on his words. His voice sounds almost hoarse with how weak it is. Your heart clenches. You blink rapidly, feeling your eyes burn. 

You turn to him, looking up at him with a melancholy expression. “...And, what do you do with things that are too broken… to repair?” You almost choke on your words yourself, but hold it in, turning away as you finish. 

“You break it apart. Sell it for parts. Look for something new.” Alan’s voice wavered as he nodded to himself, pursing his lips. You could tell his eyes were watering. He was still spinning the wrench in his hand. 

“...Yeah.” You look towards the sunrise through the window, watching the dawn of a new day. 

You sniffle, unable to control your tears anymore. They spill forward. You don’t know how many times you’ve cried in the last 24 hours. It’s almost funny to know that this won’t be the last time. Your sobs are quiet, but still make some noise. Alan does not reach out to comfort you. You are thankful he doesn’t. 

“I’m sorry.” Your broken voice is hardly above a whisper. The tears don’t seem to stop flowing. You don’t reach up to wipe them away. 

When you hear Alan sniffle, you almost startle, turning towards him, surprised. You had only seen Alan cry on rare occasions. But, you don’t let yourself be surprised for long. The tears are small and quick, cutting through the overnight dirt and grime on his cheeks. “I’m sorry, too.” His voice cracks and his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, letting his head hand forward. 

Only a few tears slip through before his sobs stop, his breathing returning to steady and normal. Your sobs weren’t done, but they were clearing up, slowly. You take note of his free hand, placed on the hood of the car between the two of you. 

Whether it’s poor judgement or a final goodbye, you’re not sure, but you place your hand over his, squeezing it lightly. Almost immediately, he lifts his hand and holds yours, gripping it tight one last time. He doesn’t look at you, and you don’t look at him. 

You hold hands for a minute before your grip starts slipping, and his does as well. You pull your hand away and boost yourself off of the car hood, returning your feet to solid ground. You turn around to look at him, hunched over, morning sunlight gently caressing his form and dipping him in gold. 

You inhale deeply, before exhaling harshly, blowing the air out of your lungs. “See you around, Alan.” You summon your widest smile, tears still spilling down your cheeks. 

He cannot return one as wide, but he smiles anyway, dried tear tracks on his cheeks. “See you around, Honor Roll.”

And with that, everything was back to the way it was again. 

When you exit the Vagastrom dorm, the rising sun is peeking far above the horizon. The sky was slowly turning from dawn red to turquoise blue, bringing on the full form of a new day. You look up at the sky, dotted with clouds, and let the sun warm your skin just a little. You had one month left to enjoy it. And now, you would do it freely, with nothing weighing you down.

happy birthday alan!!!!!!!!!

i wrote this in one sitting. cheers. clearly my autism knows no bounds.

ik nobody wants 2 read alan angst on his birthday so im sure this won't get much, but usual note that i appreciate likes, but especially tagged reblogs, comments and asks detailing how much you enjoyed my work!!! please enjoy!

songs i listened 2 while writing this:

honestly - thorns ft. kasane teto (had this on loop for hours after i finished my shift at work. insane. "honestly, i don't know if i'll ever change, and honestly, i don't know if you feel the same, and honestly, there is nobody here to blame for all the things i want, and all that i don't! but honestly, i don't care that you went away, and honestly, i don't care that you didn't stay, and honestly, i don't know if i'll ever say that none of this was true, i'm not being honest at all!" straight heat and directly related 2 the plot.)

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[blank-potato]

One Bed, Three Ta'veren

Pairing: Rand al'Thor x Reader x Mat Cauthon

Summary:

If you were this uncomfortable, you could only imagine how miserable Mat and Rand must be on the hard floor. With a sigh, you sit up in bed, glancing between them before finally muttering, “Just get up here. Both of you.” There’s a moment of hesitation before they give in, shuffling under the covers, pressed close together for warmth. Or You all love each other but need a little push to admit it; luckily, you all end up staying at an inn with only one bed.

A/N: Another Randwich but with Mat this time! I just love me some Cauthor and best friends kissing for the first time, Challengers style. It's set during season 1, and Rand and Egwene have never dated in this fic, it’s just implied briefly that he had a crush on her

✦ ⋆ ࣪.✦ ⋆ ࣪.✦ ⋆ ࣪.

It had been a long journey, and exhaustion weighed heavily on all of you.

Walking for hours on end, trying to reach the White Tower, not knowing if you would see Perrin and Egwene again or if they even made it out of Shadar Logoth alive. The only thing keeping you sane was Rand and Mat.

Eventually, you made it to a place to rest for the night in a village not too unlike Emond’s Field. The inn where you had to stay was all full except one room…with only one bed. Your luck had been terrible, but you had two gentlemen more than willing to sacrifice their sleep and their backs for you.

“I can stay on the floor,” Rand offers.

“So can I,” Mat interjects, ever the stubborn one.

As you watch them bicker over who should take the worst sleeping spot, you even try offering to take it, but they immediately shut you down. They were always coddling you, even back home in the Two Rivers.

You had to carry something heavy? Rand would offer to take it off your hands. You had a problem that needed solving? Mat would be there to figure it out with you. They supported you no matter what, so of course, you found yourself in bed while Mat and Rand took the floor.

“Goodnight,” you say, and they mumble back half-asleep responses in quick succession.

As you lie there, staring at the ceiling, it’s not even five minutes before you realise sleep won’t come. You can’t help but notice the way the cold seeps into your bones, the stiff mattress and flimsy blankets doing little to keep you warm. If you were this uncomfortable, you could only imagine how miserable Mat and Rand must be on the hard floor.

With a sigh, you sit up in bed, glancing between them before finally muttering, “Just get up here. Both of you.”

There’s a moment of hesitation before they give in, shuffling under the covers, pressed close together for warmth. It feels so much nicer, their bodies on either side of yours. The bed was anything but spacious, and you were all kind of on top of one another, but you didn't mind.

Quite the opposite.

You’d been harbouring a crush on both Mat and Rand for quite some time, and now this... well, it was either a dream come true or it was going to give you a heart attack. If you did die of happiness, at least you’d die knowing you'd been truly alive.

"Comfortable?" you ask, pulling the sheet over all of you, and the boys let out thankful grumbles, glad their backs wouldn't be broken by the hardwood floor.

Then, in a quieter voice, “What if it’s one of us… the Dragon Reborn?”

Silence hangs between you, heavy with unspoken fears.

“If it is one of us…” Rand murmurs, his voice steady despite the weight of his words. “We stay together. No matter what.”

Mat opens his mouth to respond, but instead hums in agreement before muttering, “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight.”

You shift slightly, feeling the warmth of Rand’s body against your front, the softness of his hair brushing your cheek, while Mat’s scruff tickles the back of your neck behind you.

“I don’t think I will either,” you reply.

Sandwiched between them, it feels comfortable, more comfortable than you’ve been in a long time. Like you’re back home, surrounded by warmth and familiarity, as if everything were normal again. No Trollocs chasing after you. No looming threat of being the Dragon Reborn. No Darkfriends lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Just you, Mat and Rand, like it always used to be.

As you close your eyes, you can almost picture it, days spent in Emond’s Field, nights filled with laughter, with nothing to fear except whether the crops would yield enough, or if the Village Council would argue themselves hoarse again.

But that life is gone now, a distant dream.

You feel Mat shiver against you, he’s been like this ever since you left Shadar Logoth, his body tense, his breath uneven.

“Mat? Move over.”

Without thinking, you climb over him, positioning him between you and Rand, hoping the added warmth will help. He grumbles about something, but you don't hear the words.

As if second nature, Rand’s hand moves gently to Mat’s dark hair, fingertips ghosting over his temple in a silent gesture of comfort. You notice the way Mat leans into his touch in the dim light from the lantern by the bed.

“I'm not even cold.”

“Stop complaining, I can feel you shivering,” Rand says softly as he comforts him.

It was cute. They were always so touchy with one another, always having an excuse to have their hands on each other.

Just then, Mat reaches back blindly, searching for you, and you take his hand, tracing slow, calming patterns along his fingers, hoping it gives him even the smallest bit of relief.

After a long pause, his voice breaks the quiet.

Mat says, “Do you remember when you snuck us into the Winespring Inn’s kitchen to steal the leftover sweetcakes?”

You smile at the memory, feeling a sense of warmth that makes you feel safe again.

You reply, “Of course I do, you spent the whole night trying to convince Mistress al’Vere it was all Rand’s idea when we'd get caught.”

Rand, laughing at the memory, shakes his head and says, “And somehow, I still ended up scrubbing pots for a week! You were always such a troublemaker.”

“I was only a troublemaker with the two of you. I was perfectly well behaved with Perrin or Egwene.”

You feel another hand reach out for yours, and even without looking, you know it’s Rand’s; his fingertips are rough and calloused from years of working on the farm, so different from Mat’s.

You hold hands, the tufts of Mat's hair between both of your fingers like carding through blades of grass.

“So you blame us for your bad behaviour?” Rand teases.

“In part, yes.”

They both laugh, and in the darkness, your senses are heightened, every small sound and touch feeling like fire.

Mat moves and rests beneath Rand’s chin, his breathing finally evening out, though the tension in his body hasn’t fully disappeared. You shift slightly, letting your head rest against Mat’s, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear.

For the first time in what feels like forever, despite everything, despite the fear and uncertainty that the future holds, you feel safe.

“Do you think one day we'll be able to return home?” Mat says, his voice quiet but hopeful.

You know he misses his sisters and the way things used to be.

“I know we will, even if it's years from now. We're going to make it through…together,” you say, gripping his shoulder firmly.

Mat nods, exhaling slowly. “Yeah. Together.” Then, with a lopsided grin, he adds, “Just as long as I don’t have to carry Rand the whole way, guy’s heavier than he looks.”

Of course, Rand responds with a playful whack to Mat’s chest. “Hilarious, you ought to be the one carried,” he deadpans, though there’s a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You laugh, the sound light in the quiet night, and as you sit in the warm stillness between them, you decide to take a swing.

“I couldn’t be without you both,” you say, voice soft but sure. “I’d go mad.”

There's silence in the room. Even though your words were simple, the weight behind them and the sincerity in your voice carried through, doing little to conceal how much you meant it.

"I mean it…" You say, your voice steady but intense, your eyes meeting theirs.

You sit up, lighting another lantern, its soft glow flickering and brightening up the dim room. Both of them are looking at you with a mix of curiosity and concern, their expressions waiting for your next words.

You inhale deeply, gathering your thoughts before continuing. "I'd do anything to protect you and make sure you're safe, no matter what it takes and I…"

“I love you, I'm in love with you," you say softly, your heart racing as the words leave your lips. The silence that follows feels deafening, but in it, there's a sense of relief. You can’t believe you’ve finally said it. You had imagined telling them so many times, speaking to yourself in your mirror, but now it was finally out there.

"Rand?" Mat asks, his voice laced with disbelief.

"Yes, and you, Mat." You nod, your words steady despite the weight of the moment.

"You love us both...?" Rand’s question lingers in the air, almost hesitant, as if unsure how to process this revelation.

"It’s not as uncommon as you may think," you reply, a touch of vulnerability in your voice. "Having feelings for more than one person… And I can’t help how I feel about both of you. And…" You pause, gathering your thoughts. "I can see the way you look at each other."

"Rand and…" Mat's voice falters as he tries to get his head around it, the realisation dawns on him slowly. His conflicted expression falls onto Rand, looking for some sort of answer.

"It would take a fool not to notice. You care for each other far more than just friends do. It's love..." You add, hoping that they'll listen to reason.

Rand is quiet for a long moment, his gaze distant, as if deep in contemplation. The silence feels heavy, but you know this is a lot for both of them to process.

“Someone, please say something.”

You've never been so terrified as the silence continues to stretch on. Maybe you’ve overstepped and said too much. Maybe you've lost your best friends and should've stayed silent. The tension hangs thick in the air as you pick at the bed sheet, but your mental spiral is interrupted by a low chuckle from Mat.

“I think we've said enough.” Mat pulls you in, his embrace firm and steady, as if grounding you both in the moment.

When your lips finally meet, it's hesitant at first, but full of the unspoken emotions that have been building up over the years. Then, as if something clicks into place, the kiss deepens, carrying the weight of everything they've been through together. Gently holding your face in his hands, as he steals your air with each movement.

You both pull away, breathless, like you can’t believe it was finally happening. And almost instantly, Rand pulls you closer, his lips moving desperately against yours, as if afraid to let go.

His hands find their way to your back, fingers pressing in just enough to keep you grounded in the moment. It’s more than just a kiss; it’s a promise, a release, a feeling of finally being understood.

You both pull back, and Mat’s gaze shifts between the two of you with a look that’s full of wonder and want. He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head with a crooked, half-amused smile.

“Well… that was something,” he mutters, his voice lighter than the tension still lingering in the air. “You two really know how to put on a show.”

But there’s no denying the way his eyes linger, the way his fingers twitch at his side, like he’s debating something he’s not quite ready to say out loud. Then, his gaze flicks to Rand’s lips, and you know exactly what he wants. 

Mat and Rand look at each other, uncertain if they want to cross this line, if they should take that final step into something they both clearly want. 

“Don't be afraid to give in. What do you have to lose?” you say, your voice barely above a whisper, but full of meaning. Afraid that they wouldn’t be able to make the first step, you make it for them. You hold both of their chins gently, guiding them toward each other until their lips meet, hesitant at first, then melting into each other like it’s something they’d done a million times before. 

Mat kisses Rand with desperate fervour, his hands clutching at your thigh like you were a lifeline, while Mat’s touch is tentative but searching, his fingers reaching out to furl in his shirt like he was a lost part of his soul, now reunited.

It was a beautiful sight, the moment hesitation gave way to something they’d been hiding for a long time. All those days they spent dancing around it or pretending it wasn’t there. The jealousy Mat would feel when Rand was fawning over Egwene, and the quiet ache Rand carried when Mat wasn’t by his side. All of it leading up to this moment. 

As he lets down his defences, Rand leans into Mat, his fingers running through Mat's hair, gripping just slightly as if afraid to let go. Mat exhales against his lips, a quiet sound of surrender, before pulling Rand even closer, their bodies pressing together as the space between them disappears.

Rand’s tongue slips into Mat’s mouth, slow and searching, and Mat responds with a sharp gasp before melting into it. It was messy and hungry, like they couldn’t get enough of each other, like they’d been holding back for far too long, and you couldn’t look away.

They finally tear apart, panting and reluctant, eyes still locked on each other, before they both turn to you.

“I… I don’t know what that was,” Rand says, voice low, “but…”

Mat doesn’t wait for him to finish, already knowing what he’s thinking. 

“Me too.”

He then reaches for you and pulls you between them, no hesitation, no second-guessing. Your back rests against Rand, his arms wrapping around your wrists, gently pulling one of your hands to his lips as he works his way up your arm, his breath warm against your skin. Mat’s eyes are a fire of intensity, never leaving you. He’s looking you up and down, his gaze hungry, like he’s ready to devour you and then, without a word, he does.

Lips trail hot kisses down your neck, hands roaming, gripping, exploring. The longer it goes on you barely know who’s touching you, and where.

“We need you,” Rand says, his voice low and steady, as he tugs your shirt off with a gentle urgency.

Mat’s gaze lands on your topless form, and with a teasing smirk, he finishes, “More than you can imagine.”

The rest of the night is long, the heat and emotion taking over you as if no challenges were waiting in the morning because, in that moment, it truly felt like there weren’t.

There were no more secrets between the three of you now. Your desires and your fears, your longing and your love, all of it had been laid bare tonight.

Morning breaks softly, casting a pale golden light across the room. The boys are still asleep beside you, their breathing slow and steady, bodies loosely entangled with yours. Their bodies were littered with love bites, teeth marks and scratches, evidence of the night that had been shared between you all. Looking down at yourself, you realize you were no different, your skin marked like a map of the stars. 

A warmth fills your heart as you trace each mark with your fingers, remembering each touch they gave you. You hope they last long, that each mark stays, so you can look at them every day and remember what happened that night.

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[tommygotwrittenoff]

hen winning the buddie betting pool is the easy choice, but bobby winning is the right choice. hr red flags aside, it would allow for a parallel to 2x01. buck could ask, "you okay with this?" "well, i did technically hire him to be your partner. i don't have any doubts you two will be great life partners as well."

[lesbiansanemi]

I’m not like, surprised that I’m like The edgy cannibalism guy atp but it’s really amusing to me. Glad I’ve found my niche I guess

[seventh-district]

so uh. that 2.2 Special Program, huh

[miss-morland]

i hope your partner isn’t more than a year older than you jeez together with the same person for 9 years as a 26 year old? you deserved to be in the club….

1) none of those facts is correct (at time of sending, i just turned 26 today) so i’m assuming this was to the wrong blog

2) we go to the club together

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"Maybe..." Randall murmured, still perplexed by Renfield's reaction-all the time he'd known the little guy, he'd been friendly to everyone, even people who didn't like him. Minnie constantly scooted him and the other strays away, but Renfield adamantly rubbed up against her legs when she was out on the sidewalk, undeterred by her dislike for him. So for him to just randomly get all worked up about someone he'd never met before was just...odd.

Still, he tried to brush it off-he also didn't miss the way Emily put on a smile and tried to laugh it off, a part of his heart sensing she was a little hurt by this response. Hoping to make her feel better about it, he said, "I'm sure he's just having an off day; don't take it too personally. I've had cats crawl all over me one day and want nothing to do with me the next, it's just how they are. Renny will probably be back later-maybe he'll be in a better mood by then."

"Since when did you get two lunchbreaks, Randy?"

"Just having a little something extra, Dave," Randall groaned, pausing to grab a napkin as he finished his sandwich, just as one of his coworkers had come downstairs for a smoke break-Dave was one of the more irritating coworkers he had to put up with on a daily basis; he insisted he was just an easy-going guy who liked a good joke, but his jokes were often hurtful and very seldom funny. Considering his idea of comedy was calling Randall "Randy" (which he had never gone by, even as a boy, and couldn't hardly stand as a nickname), it told him a lot about Dave's sense of humor (or lack thereof).

"And can I help you find anything, beautiful?" Dave asked, having noticed Emily and put on a smile, leaning up against the counter, his cigarette tucked behind his ear. "Maybe a date for Friday night? Pretty flower like you shouldn't have to hang out with a real weed like ol' Randy here."

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[drchucktingle]

the curve

somehow ive found myself in a position where folks come to chuck in times of strife for encouragement. lets get the big part of this conversation out of the way LOVE IS STILL REAL and that is the thing to remember. that north star remains. today there is more to talk about though

existence pushes towards love community and freedom, because CREATION is what we were built to do and creation thrives with these things as fuel. IT GETS BETTER. LOVE IS REAL. however this change comes in up and down waves. its not a straight line and should not be expected to be

some of these waves are short and small, and some of the slopes are years or decades long. there is no mincing words here, we are entering a massive downward wave. the implications are huge and it is okay to mourn that. FEEL THOSE FEELINGS. it is an important part of the ride

the most telling sign post on our slope is this: tromp won the popular vote (or likely will when the votes are done). we can talk POLITICAL STRATEGY all day about electoral college or who should court the center or the left and on and on but ultimately THIS is the real story

to me it signals a TRUE cultural shift. likely conservatives will have presidency, senate, house, and supreme court. WHAT A GIANT SLOPE. HOLD THE HECK ON because we will be riding it for a while, deep into the pit of the void. hold your buds tight, prove love at the local level

but heres the thing, MASSIVE waves have happened before. theyll happen again. mind numbing slopes into the abyss and great soaring leaps into the sky. in fact the inertia almost ALWAYS causes them to happen right after each other. hippies or punks back in the day, buckaroos now

politically we were trapped in a basically fifty fifty trot for a long time, but it was not always like this (just look at old election maps what the heck). to be honest, tromps map looks like one of those old maps right now. and DANG did COUNTER MOVEMENTS blooms from those times

in other words, THERE WILL BE A COUNTER CULTURE MOVEMENT THAT WE HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE IN OUR LIFETIMES. you are now a rebel for the resistance and the wave that will swing back towards love will awe us in ways we cannot even imagine yet.

but for now, feel those feelings, mourn, prove love, stay safe. do not let the hope i am espousing feel like a distraction from the very real, even deadly consequences of the terrible pit we are plummeting into. it is a horrible day, and FUTURE HOPE does not diminish that, BUT

get ready because that counter culture wave is coming and YOU are a part of it. if you want to shout HECK OFF DEVILS then shout it LOUD, if you want to cry then cry HARD, if you want to love then love with your WHOLE HEART. thats the start of the movement that we dont know yet

when that movement takes shape we will feel the inertia of the curve and it may make us sick from the rollercoaster turn, and that pressure will be uncomfortable and scary, but THEN buckaroo, we will soar, and ill be so dang glad to be holding on tight with you when we do

[illou-sainte]

But, we friends thou? 3k+

pairings: virgin!caleb x virgin!reader

cw: unprotected sex, mentions of condoms, college au, corruption, nipple play, dry humping, messy make out, rough sex, choking, overstimulation, rubbing, loss of virginity, dom!caleb, hentai reader!caleb, cherry popping (iykyk), both are inexperienced, stomach bulge, creampie, pet names (princess, pipsqueak, pretty girl), edging, nasty sex, no penetration, squirting, mentions of blood, crying

Caleb is known for being the heartthrob of the campus. He's everything that people want--smart, handsome, athletic and was rumored to be "big" down there. A lot of girls in the campus have been gushing over your best friend. Many have been saying that he sleeps with different girls everytime--but was it true?

And of course, in your part you don't get the hype about Caleb. Yeah, he's your first kiss but so what? As his best friend, you both share secrets with each other. And one secret that you've kept about him is that....

He's a virgin himself.

As cocky as he is--of course, he'd feed into those rumors about him just to boost his ego. Little do they know, he's just a virgin otaku who reads hentai mangas on his free time. At first, it did bother you that he started reading those--but as time passed by, you got used and even shared some recommendations you've found. And started having interest of his likings.

"Have you seen the new publish?" He asked, eyes glued to his phone as he scrolls. You leaned your back against your chair and crossed your arms.

"Of course, the art improved a lot" You answered, crossing your legs while Caleb shows you a panel of the erotic manga he's talking about. "You bet! It looks so realistic!" He chimed, pointing at the part where the girl was getting fucked and you can only push his phone away.

"Seriously, be glad that some of our classmates went out" You scoffed, leaning against your desk as you grab your bag and started putting your textbooks inside. "Come on, I know you agree that scene was hot!" He raised his brow to tease.

"Shush" You silenced him and he only shrug in response while you continued putting your things inside your bag. You can't lie but that scene was really hot--the way that the guy was dicking down the girl so good. Makes you wonder how would it feel like if it was you.

Your thoughts were pushed away when he interrupted. "Oh, I almost forgot" He said, grabbing his bag and reached inside of it. "I just finished the manga that you recommended me a few days ago" Grabbing the book from his bag and placed it on your desk--and you were quick to snatch it. It was embarassing the fact that the cover of the manga was a girl getting railed.

Hugging the book against your chest as you glare at Caleb and punched his shoulder, earning a grunt from him. "No need to be harsh, pipsqueak" He chuckled, as he looks at you in amusement.

You whispered curses at him while you opened your bag wider to fit the book in but something suddenly fall out.

A condom.

"Wha-" He froze, his eyes widened--looking at the packet of condom over your desk. Your eyes shifted to him as you look at him confused.

You hum, and followed where his gaze was at--making your heart drop when you saw the packet of condom over your desk, you quickly grabbed it by your hand and shove it inside your bag. "Haha- my bad...." You chuckled awkwardly while you sweatdrop, closing your bag and rested your hands over your lap--eyes glued to somewhere while you pretend nothing happened.

"I'm pretty sure that was a condom...?" Caleb thought, sweadropping also as he cleared his throat. But at the same time he wants to push your buttons--to see where you'd last.

"...an interesting thing you're carrying around...." He smiled, making you uncomfortable as you felt heat rising through your body out of embarrassment.

"It's just something I bought out of curiosity....." You answered, fixing your skirt because it was revealing a glimpse of your plushed thighs. Caleb noticed how you shift--only makes him want to push further. I mean maybe something might happen after this?

"Oh...I thought you're going to use it"

"Huh- haha no way...."

Awkwardness seeps between the both of you--while you try to not steal glances at the male. Inhaling deep as you question him.

"Do you have one, Caleb?" You asked.

"Have what?"

"Well...a condom?" You whispered, loud enough for him to hear while you toy with the ends of your skirt. Caleb blinks and looks away, leaning against his desk while fidgeting his pen.

"I don't...not like I'd have a chance to use one anyway" He joked, shaking his head lightly. You nod at his words and pursed your lips, you can't help but wonder if all of those rumors about him is true--about "big" he was. Even though you knew he's a virgin there's still apart of you that doesn't believe that.

Class ended early as you and Caleb walked together. Talking about the new mangas that were published while enjoying each other's company.

"I swear that old man should stop giving us new assignments everyday" Caleb sneers, putting his hands behind his head while walking besides you.

"He should, I swear I noticed his bald spot earlier during lecture" You snorts, making him laugh at your words as you joined.

You were glad that everything went to normal--that Caleb forgot about that condom incident earlier. You can only swear that if he brings up the topic again you would just dig your own grave out of embarrassment.

The laughters piped down and you both continued walking together--your eyes focused on your surroundings while Caleb on the other hand is urging to bring up the topic again.

"Hey"

"Hm?" You answered, eyes glued to the path.

"So, that condom talk earlier.." He spoke, looking somewhere while you paused. Cursing at yourself because you knew Caleb damn well--if something peeks his interest he wouldn't let go of it.

Inhaling deep as you face him--he puts his hands inside his pockets and gave you a sincere smile-- not that smile, you knew that he's plotting something which makes your body shiver at the sight of it.

"If someone were to ask you to 'use it' would you?" He asked, tilting his head and waits for your reply. The question makes your body heat rise as you put a hand on your nape.

Letting out a soft awkward chuckle while you look at him "That's way to sudden" You muttered, making Caleb chuckle as he puts a hand over your head--ruffling your hair.

"Like y'know, the thing I read on that manga you let me borrow" He said and your shoulders tensed up. Glaring at him as you pushed away his hand away from your head because it was messing up your hair.

"Hmp, don't bring me into your erotic fantasies" You huff, brows furrowed while you clutch onto the strap of your bag.

But the thought of it sends excitement through your body onto your clothed pussy--I mean you'd always wondered what it feels like getting fucked and would you waste this chance? But the only problem is that, Caleb.

You can't imagine seeing your childhood best friend dick you down--but the thought of it. Too consumed by your thoughts, Caleb pushed the topic further.

"So, what do you say?" He asked, making you snap back at your thoughts. You gulped as you look at him. Lowering your head while you fidget with your fingers-- hesitating if you're going to do it or not.

"We only live once, so risk it!" The voices in your head said in unison.

"I'll let him use it.."

It didn't take long for you two to arrive at Caleb's dorm. Feeling nervous, you try to calm yourself-- while Caleb on the other hand was all chill. You can't help but feel frustrated, can't even believe that you're going to loose your virginity to this man in front of you.

But what you didn't know, is that Caleb was more anxious than you. You both sat besides each other over the edge of his comfy bed as you clear your throat catching his attention.

"So what now...?"

"Right-- Uhm" Putting a hand over his nape as his usual sheepish attitude drains out of his body.

"...let's get naked first." It's rather a command than a question--Caleb nods at your words as he chuckle.

Pouting at him as your hand playfully pushed his face away from your direction "...I don't want you to look.." You confessed, face flustered making him smile as he hums.

"I'm still going to see you naked later, y'know that right?" He teased, only for you to push him away more making him give up as you face his back.

Pursing your lips as you unbutton your top-- starting from the top to the button. Your eyes trailed to the figure in front of you--Caleb removed his shirt in one go, revealing his well-built back. And what got your attention was his muscular biceps. You can't help but stare at it but you were interrupted when you heard him talk.

"Like the view?" He chuckled, making you roll your eyes as you told him to shut up. As you finished unbutton your top, you slowly removed it from your body--leaving you with your lacy bra hugging your plushed tits.

"Hey"

"Hm?" You hum. "Can I look?" Caleb asked, moving his head to the side a bit as he tried to get a glimpse of you behind. You quickly used your arms to hide your tits while glaring at him.

"You sound like a pervert"

"Come on, princess" He pleaded, your gaze focused on his back and you sighed--finally giving up as you removed your arms away from your chest. The man in front of you then quickly shifted his body to your direction--now facing you as his eyes trailed on your plushed tits. His face flushed and licked his lips-- letting out a soft chuckle while smiling.

"Wow....I couldn't tell at all that you're hiding something like these behind your clothes" He remarks, making you gulp while you sweatdrop. "Is that so..." You muttered, lowering your head while your eyes focused on him.

Don't look at him with those eyes--those innocent doe eyes of yours. Makes him want to bend you over and just fuck you on the spot.

Biting your lower lip, you both stare at each other. "Can..I touch them?" He asked, his hands clenching--eager to touch your plushed tits. You nod at his words, he had to look at you again to make sure--his hands tremble as he reached out to your tits in display.

Palm of his hands came in contact with your plushed tits as he gently massaged it--he couldn't believe it, he's finally touching a literal tits right now. His gesture made your body squirmed as you try to bit your lower lip to muffle your moans. Breathing softly as your hand reached behind your back to undo the hook of your bra. Unhooking it in one go as your bra fall from your shoulders and spills out your bare tits to the male.

His hands continued to massage your tits, thumb toying your perked nipple as you let out a moan--making him startle as he retrieved his hand.

"Ah- sorry" He apologized, you shook your head and reached out for his hand--bringing it back to your tits. "N-no...you can touch them however you like" You muttered, making Caleb gulp as he starts to feel heat gushing through his body. You're definitely putting fuel to the fire.

Caleb is anxious as he continued massaging your tits with both of his hands-- thumb rubbing circles and pinching your perked nipples earning sweet whimpers and moans from you. The sight makes his cock harden inside his pants--he can't help but feel aroused seeing you so sensitive to his touch--so needy.

Your soft moans occupied Caleb's mind-- your moans can't even compare to those erotic hentais he watched, yours is too hot-- like music to his ears. You blabber words at him but he's not listening at all--too focused on fundling your tits.

You can't help but feel satisfaction that you're able to fill his thoughts-- smirking as you look at him with your hazy eyes. "Are they your satisfaction, miste--?" Your words were cut off when Caleb suddenly lounged at you and pinned you down over his bed. Both of his palm holds your wrists at both side as his soft lips latched onto your tits earning a yelp from you while you squirmed.

"W-wait-..Caleb--!" But he doesn't budge, continuing to suck your sensitive tits as his hot tongue swirls around your perked nipple making your toes curl. His other hand lets go of your left wrist as he reached out to your thigh and places it on the side of his hip. Positioning his hardened cock against your clothed pussy.

Feeling the arousal gushing through your aching pussy as you feel him grind his hardened bulge against your wet clothed pussy. Finally removing his hand from your other wrist as it moves to your left tit and massaged it while he sucked on the other one. Your hands run through his black locks and tried to push him away from your tits--but he wouldn't, still latching on it like a hungry mad man.

"Ngh-! Too much...C-Caleb....Caleb-!" You moaned, as your hands cup his cheeks pushing his face away--he finally gives up, earning a loud 'pop' when he pulls away from your perked tits. Cupping his cheeks as you can see drool from the side of his mouth making you grunt as you noticed how he filled your tits with his saliva.

"Please..." He pleads softly, rubbing his cheek against your palm like a cat begging its owner for food. His muscular arms sneaks behind your back as he wraps it around your waist--burying his face against your tits. Where did the usual cocky Caleb go?

Letting a soft whimper as you feel him grind against your wet clothed pussy-- shamelessly. Caleb lift his head up as he looks at you with pleading eyes.

"Wanna put it in so bad....but..."

"I don't want to rush you" He exhaled, while your heart flutters in awe. Caleb always prioritize your needs other than his--he wants you comfortable, he's not the type to rush you to do things. You flutter your lashes as you lean closer-- connecting your soft lips to his, Caleb melts against your warmth as he relaxes, continuing to grind slowly against you.

His hand reached to the waistband of your skirt along with your lacy panties as he slowly pulls it down-- discarding it on the floor. Pulling back from the kiss as you both pant--your tongue sticking out as a string of saliva connects to both of your tongues. You're such a hot mess for Caleb-- it makes his cock twitch even more.

"So sensitive just for me...."

His fingers brushed away some strands of your hair from forehead-- you blink, noticing a wet patch on his gray sweats, your eyes then trailed on the visible bulge in front of you. Making your wet pussy twitch.

Caleb is not experienced--but he learned a lot from those hentai mangas he read. And of course a key to start off railing a girl aka his best friend is to penetrate their aching pussy first. He said to his mind.

While you on the other hand was eager-- already wanting to be dicked down by Caleb. Want him to stretch your virgin aching pussy so bad.

"Caleb"

"Yes, princess?"

"Please fuck me"

His brows raise in surprise as he looks at you "But, I need to penetrate you first-- it might hurt if we're going straight at it" He said, tone laced with worry. He feels like he's rushing you--he doesn't want to.

Feeling embarrassed as you looked away "It's okay...I can handle it" You whispered, cheeks flushed red. Caleb is having mixed feelings-- he never seen you so vulnerable, so submissive towards him. He can't help but want to abuse the control he has over you.

He clicks his tongue as he chuckled-- grabbing your hand and intertwined it with his, kissing the top of it as his eyes locked on yours.

"You're going to take it like a good girl." It wasn't a question-- your mind goes hazy, all you can think of is being intoxicated with the heat of both of your bodies. You flutter your eyes at him and nod-- following his order like a puppy.

He lets go of your hand and slowly pulls down his sweats-- leaving him with his boxers, you can't help but look at his visible bulge. Oh he's hard--very hard. You gulped at the sight of it, noticing a wet patch on the part where his tip is-- already oozing pre-cum.

"Don't stare at me like that" He snorts, grabbing both of your thighs-- hands gripping the plushed flesh as he placed it on the side of his hips.

Pulling down his boxer as his hardened cock bounced up hitting his pelvis-- your eyes widened when you see his cock in display.

You felt embarrassed--those rumors were indeed true. Caleb's cock is thick and long-- you can see visible veins lining while his angry red tip is already oozing pre cum.

"W-wait-!" You breathed out when you watch him position his aching cock against your hardened clit.

You both locked eyes-- his eyes were filled with love and lust while he continued on rubbing circles against your hardened clit using his tip-- using the pre cum as a lubricant to make it slippery to rub on.

"Let me take care of you..." He muttered, rubbing his tip against your wet pussy lips-- smearing his cum all over it. Earning moans from you as your toes curl, feeling his gritty cock run against your folds to your hardened clit. It sends arousal to your throbbing wet pussy.

Caleb lets out soft grunts and moans as he holds his hardened cock with his palm, pumping it up and down while pressing it against your clit-- making your body twitch with every stroke.

He fastened his pace of rutting his aching cock against your hardened clit. "F-fuck-- I haven't even got inside of you..and I'm already a mess with just rubbing it against your pussy..." He growled, continuing to rut against you making your eyes roll as you felt the bed shaking.

Breathing heavily while you endure the friction against your hardened clit to your puffy slit--a drooling mess as he mixed his pre cum and your juices together and smearing it all over your poor pussy.

Feeling the arousal rising-- you can feel your climax taking over, too overstimulated as you're eager to cum. But just right after you felt the walls of your pussy throb, ready to release--Caleb stopped rutting his angry tip against your hardened clit. Making you whine in return while you look at him with your glassy eyes.

"W-wha- why--,?" You complained, looking at him while he brushed some strands of his hair sticking out of his sweaty forehead. Panting heavily as his gaze towards you darkened. He lets out a husky chuckle while kneading the plush of your thigh with his hand.

"It'd be a waste if I'd cum outside, right? " He whispered, leaning close to you as your perked tits were pressed against his chest. Feeling his hot breathe against your skin-- making you hitch, your ears perked when you hear him reach out to your bag placed over the nightstand beside.

Even feeling intoxicated, you moved your head where his hand was reaching at--you quickly grabbed it as you pull it away from your bag. Making Caleb confused as he breathes.

"What?" He stopped reaching out to the condom inside your bag--you pulled his hand away while you guide it towards your lips. Placing kisses against his fingers with your soft lips as you look at him with your hazy eyes-- just filled with words unsaid. And for Caleb it just translates into "raw, next question"

The sight makes him aroused as he shook his head lightly. "Too impatient? Bad girls like you needs to be punished" He said-- voice low and husky as he slowly pulls away his hand from your grasp and moves it down-- tracing your chin to your neck.

You bit your lower lip-- you try to hide the fact that you're getting more hornier seeing Caleb being so dominant towards you. But your fucked up face didn't helped. You yelped when you felt his veiny hand grab your neck as his grip tightens--not in a way that you couldn't breathe.

"I'll make sure to fuck you so good-- shit, even better than the ones I've read." He chuckled, making your mouth agape as he pressed your legs against your perked tits. His other hand holds his gritty cock while he positioned it against your drooling slit.

Your heart beats faster-- too anxious and aroused at the same time, while you wonder if his cock would even fit inside your tight little pussy. Too occupied with your thoughts, you suddenly felt him push hit tip inside your tight hole-- causing your eyes to widen as you let out a grunt.

"ngh-! I-i...I don't think it will fit--! Ah!" You moaned, feeling him force his tip to stretch out your tight hole. His hand tightened more around your neck as he chuckled. "H-hah-- it's just the tip and you can't handle it?"

"F-fuck, I wonder what would it be like if I slam my whole cock inside?"

Tears streamed down your cheeks while you drool. Seeing him having a hard time pushing his gritty cock inside your pussy--earning loud moans from you while you endure the way his tip is stretching your little hole.

"'ts hurt...s-so much.." You babble, as you bit your lower lip. Caleb pants, as he slowly pushed his gritty cock even more-- your tight hole finally swallowing his whole tip. Even with just the tip inside of you, makes Caleb want to cum and make a mess out of you.

"f-fuck--!"

It's so warm-- he feels like he's in bliss of ecstasy. The way the walls of your warm tight pussy is hugging his tip so good while it throbs-- is such a euphoric feeling. Shit, he can't even describe what he's feeling right now, finally having to empty his balls in a literally pussy and not with those hentai mangas he reads.

You cried out while Caleb struggles to push his whole gritty cock inside your warm tight pussy. Both of your bodies trembles, his hand finally letting go of your neck as it joins to hold both of your thighs together and pressed it against your tits. You finally exhaled and catch your breath--hands gripping the covers of the bed tightly.

"nghhhh-! Hah- 'ts hurt so much, I can't-!"

"Fuck!" You screamed, feeling his whole cock slide inside of you so quick-- tears streamed even more as you cry out, grunting while you felt the pain of his gritty cock stretching your tight pussy so good. You drool as you try to process of what happened, feeling a hot liquid oozing out of your entrance.

"S-shit, tight hole finally swallowed me whole" He chuckled, eyes looking down at your pussy sucking him. Blood dripping out of your entrance--just like what he saw on every hentai mangas he read, a cherry pop. His hand reached for your clit as he rubbed circles against it-- making your legs tremble.

"'m gonna start movin', 'kay?" He muttered, making you nod as you swallow your cries. He leans close to you-- kissing your forehead and brushed some strands of your hair away. Forehead against each other as his lips slammed to yours. Pulling you into a heated kiss--pushing his hot tongue inside your mouth, while he explored every part.

You moaned between the kiss as you feel him pump his gritty cock in and out of your tight pussy. He was only pushing a small distance inside your pussy--trying to stretch you slowly before he dicks you down for real. You swallow his cock so good, he can't help but grunt each time the walls of your warm pussy throbs--on how it hugs his fat cock so well.

Angry red tip kissing the lips of your womb as he continued on with his pace--you felt a knot forming inside while gushing an upcoming climax through your throbbing pussy.

Hot tongues dances and swirls with each other-- leaving you both in drooling mess while you suck on his tongue. This was different from the first kiss you two shared-- this isn't a small peck anymore this is one nasty heated make out.

Hot bodies against each other-- you can feel your juices oozing out of your pussy as it soaks the covers of the bed, leaving a nasty mess under.

His thumb continued on rubbing your hardened clit-- using your juices as a lubricant for it to be slippery to rub on. Your body twitches when you felt him pinch your clit, earning a soft whimper from you.

He pulls away from the kiss, smearing your drool to the side of your mouth while you pursed your lips. You feel him fastening his pace of fucking your tight pussy--making you cry, your hands reached out and wrapped around his back and dig your nails against the flesh of it-- earning a grunt from him.

"fuck-- ha- how d-does it feel? Seeing your best friend taking your virginity" He snickered, the fucking is so sloppy-- you can hear the sound of your pussy slapping against his pelvis.

"'ts so fuckin- hot- ngh-- dicking you down"

The gushing of your blood and juices mixed together as he fucks it back in-- you can feel your climax on its edge, ready to release. You babble nonsense while you cry against the crook of his neck. Sticky body against each other while he plants kisses over your face.

"cum--! Cumming-!" You screamed out, tightening your legs wrapped around his hips as Caleb continued to drill his cock inside of you relentlessly-- stretching your walls so good as his cock fills every part of it.

You bit down his neck and cried, releasing your high as it squirts against his cock and pelvis. Your pussy is definitely designed just to be a cocksleeve for his fat gritty cock.

"hah-...cum for me, pretty girl"

Poor you, your mind is occupied of Caleb's fat cock. It amuses him that you're a blabbering mess-- just letting out words like "too much, hurts, Caleb, Caleb, Caleb, cumming-, cum, Caleb" and he loves you for that. Because, it means he dicking you down so good-- it made you feel like you're in cloud 9.

Caleb grunts as he felt your hot juices against his cock-- squirting endlessly as it drips down like a waterfall. He can feel your hot breath against the crook of his neck while you sob, but he doesn't stopped there.

"d-dont be passing out-- h-hah..on me" He muttered, pulling out his whole cock out as he slams it back in-- he continues his rhythm as his fast pace remains unchanged. Fucking you like a dog in heat like there's no tomorrow.

"no more-! Ngh-! Caleb--!"

He continued drilling his fat cock inside while your mind goes hazy as you feel like passing out. Caleb's breathing unsteadies, feeling his throbbing cock twitching inside of you as he pump it in and out-- he can feel his climax building up to his tip. His thumb pushed down his bulge against your stomach as he continues fucking you-- feeling his tip hit against the walls of your stomach.

The walls of your throbbing pussy tightened around his fat cock-- preparing for another release. He felt it too, causing him to let out a hoarse grunt as he continued to rut inside. "Fuck..fuck fuck-- I-I'm cumming, pretty girl"

"w-where-" Before he could finish his sentence you replied quick.

"I-inside!"

And with that, Caleb lets out a soft whimper-- shooting loads and loads of his thick hot cum inside your tight pussy, painting the walls white as he fucks it even more inside of your womb. Following, you release your high, squirting as it drips down out of your pussy--oozing along with his cum.

Caleb hugs you against him as his body trembles still shooting more loads inside your aching pussy while it tightens around his fat cock. You hugged him back, feeling you clench around him and your mind went blank--too cockdrunk to say anything as you let him be.

Let him give you a creamy creampie on your first sex.

He collapsed over your body, face against the crook of your neck as you felt his hot breathe against your skin. You squirmed as you felt his hot cum leaking out of your tight entrance--dripping down to your legs and to the covers of the bed.

Caleb looks over you as he caress your cheek, thumb brushing your eye as you closed your eyes--melting at his warmth while you softly sigh.

But oh...he's not done yet.

"Let's....hit it from the back. Want to see your ass clap, pretty girl.."

Don't worry, you'd get used to it. After all, that's what friends do.

This isn't proofread, sorry if there are mistakes T_T

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[lovie-bugzz]

train ride ┊fred weasley

pairing - bsf!fred x f!reader (first person pov)

summary - The train compartment had gotten a bit crowded on the way to Hogwarts, so your best friend Fred offered for you to sit in his lap. However, throughout the ride you just couldn't seem to get comfortable...

contains - smut, dom!Fred, swearing, fingering, orgasm denial, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), teasing, hair pulling, rough sex, cum swallowing

word count - 4834

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The twins and I were laughing about something stupid that George had said as the train left the station. I lightly hit the boy in the arm, "Shut up!" I say between laughter.

After we had calmed down, Fred spoke up, "Let's go meet up with Lee and the girls." He said, referring to Alicia and Angelina. The six of us had been a tight knit group since first year, and it now being our sixth year, it was safe to say that we were all extremely close.

George and I agreed, and so the three of us began our trek down the aisles of the train, looking into each of the compartments. Once we found them, we squeezed into the small room, greeting one another.

As the three of us sat down, it began to be a tad bit cramped, with Lee and Alicia taking up the whole of one side, Fred and I had to squeeze in beside Angelina and George.

I pushed past how uncomfortable I was as Lee started a conversation, asking, "Do any of you have a clue as to what's happening at Hogwarts this year?"

"No! Mum's been going ballistic and nobody will tell us what's going on." George told them, Fred nodding along, "Yeah, it's like all the adults are keeping this giant secret."

The topic continued for about twenty minutes, everyone butting in with their own theories as the what was happening. I couldn't really pay attention as I was severely uncomfortable, being pressed in between Fred's shoulder and the window, my arms were pretty much completely constricted.

Fred glanced over at me, with a crease in his brow, noticing how squashed and uncomfortable I was, he leant down slightly to speak to me, "You alright, love?"

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine, it's just a bit cramped in here." I told him, brushing it off. The boy chuckled lightly, shaking his head, before suddenly he pulled me up by my waist, and placed me in his lap.

I was a bit surprised at first, my eyes going wide for a split second until I let out a small sigh of relief at now finally being able to move my arms. I turned back slightly with a light chuckle and gave him a thankful nod, to which he returned with a cheeky smile.

For a while, everything was fine, I was comfortable and laughing along with the lively conversations in the compartment. But that stopped when I started to squirm a bit, causing Fred to still, letting out a quiet groan, which I didn't quite catch.

I stopped after a moment, finding a comfortable stop on his lap, making the boy let out an inaudible sigh of relief. His attention was brought back to the conversation for a mere minute before I started moving my hips again, finding my spot atop him to be growing more and more uncomfortable the longer I sat here.

One movement I made in particular had my ass digging right into his now hardening bulge. He harshly grabbed my hips, halting my movements which made me jump a bit at the sudden contact.

The boy leaned forward towards my ear, whispering lightly so the others wouldn't hear, "love, if you don't stop that, we're going to have an issue..." He said, his voice had a sudden rasp to it. The unfamiliar tone sent a shiver down my spine, my eyes widening as I realized what I had been doing, and a deep red blush settled on my cheeks.

I was glad the others weren't paying attention to us, they were too encapsulated by their own conversations.

It was an innocent mistake, I was only trying to get comfortable, forgetting that I was literally sitting on top of Fred's dick and squirming around. I turned back slightly, to look at him, as I whispered back, "Do you want me to move?" I asked, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

He rose a brow at me, a smirk on his face, "You moving is the problem, love." He joked, making me roll my eyes at him, the blush on my cheeks deepening further. He spoke again, this time with a more serious note, "I just need you to stop fidgeting so much, okay?"

He moved one of his hands from my waist to my thigh, his hand casually resting on my inner thigh, his touch causing my skin to tingle. I turned back around, "Fine..." I spoke, innocently looking out the window, making sure I didn't move anymore.

I watched the trees and landscape fly past us, but I couldn't keep the thoughts out of my head. Of what would happen if I did move again. It was definitely tempting, I bit my lip as dirty thoughts made their way into my head. But I shook them away just as quickly as they came. What was I doing? Fred is my best friend, I can't be thinking about him like this.

But on the other hand, it was tempting. So, after about another minute or two of contemplation in my head, I decided to test the waters.

Pretending like I had forgotten our prior conversation, I just slightly moved my hips against his. The boy let out a cough, as if clearing his throat, but I knew better. I stifled my smirk, before moving again, this time the tiniest bit harder. He sucked in a breath, glaring at the back of my head.

He knew exactly what I was doing, but he couldn't do anything, no matter how badly he wanted to, not with his brother and friends in the same compartment. So, he subtlety pinched my waist, as a warning, which sort of backfired on him as it only made me squirm more, my ass hitting exactly the right spot to rile him up.

I could feel it, the effect I had on him, how could I not? It was digging into my ass. The boy grit his teeth, leaning up a bit to whisper to me, "You're playing a dangerous game, love..." He spoke lowly, but I only shrugged, feigning innocence, my hips moving hard against him, making him groan as I turned to give him a smug smile, "I don't know what you're on about." I say simply, turning back around and making sure my movements stayed completely still.

Fred chuckled lowly, throwing his head back against the seat, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. He was clearly frustrated that I stopped, and I couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction.

About five minutes had gone by, I was so busy basking in glory that I almost missed how Fred gripped my hips and stood us up.

"We're going to go find the trolley. Do any of you want anything?" Fred spoke, asking the others. I was confused by this, but didn't make any move to protest as I was too focused on how hard the boy behind me was grabbing my hips.

Everyone shared a glance before Lee spoke, "No, we're good."

Fred nodded before moving us forward and pushing us out of the compartment and letting the door slide closed behind us. He loosened his tight grip on my hips, but kept them resting there as he pushed me forward to walk down the corridor.

I had no doubt in my mind that he was keeping me so close in front of him to hide his boner. I let a smug smile wash over my face at the situation, but it was quickly washed off my face as my arm was suddenly being tugged into the bathroom. I gasped as Fred pulled us into the small room, slamming the door shut, locking it and then proceeding to push me flush against it.

I stared up at him with wide eyes as he towered over me, the dark look in his eyes making me squirm against the door. He rested his arms on either side of me, effectively trapping me in place between him and the door. He leaned in close, his nose almost touching mine, his eyes roaming hungrily over my face.

"You didn't think you were actually gonna get away with that did you?" The boy asked. "You think you're so clever, don't you? Playing with fire like that, teasing me in the train compartment with our friends around."

I couldn't answer, my words failing on me as my mouth opened and closed like a blubbering fish.

Fred smirked at my reaction to his intense gaze. He pressed his body more firmly against mine, leaving me no escape. His hands moved from the door to my hips, keeping me in place, his grip tight enough to leave slight indents on my skin from his long fingers. He rose a taunting brow at me, "Cat got your tongue, love? You were quite the little minx a few minutes ago. What happened?"

I was in such a state of shock, not knowing what to say, my cheeks were burning. As soon as he had pulled me into the bathroom all of my confidence went down the drain. The way he was looking down at me hungrily, his lust filled eyes staring into my soul, it made my knees weak.

Fred chuckled low in his throat, noticing the effect he was having on me. His smirk turned into a sly grin, his eyes drinking in the sight of my flushed cheeks and the way my body was practically trembling against his.

"Not so cocky now, are you? Just a few minutes ago you were teasing me to no end, knowing exactly what it would do to me. But now..." He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above my ear, his voice dropping to a low, sultry whisper. "Now you're trembling beneath my touch, and it's driving me mad."

His hot breath fanning over my ear made me let out a shaky breath, I turned my head slightly to look at him. "Fred..." I breathed out, my eyes flickering down to his lips as I bit down on my own. The air in this small bathroom was thick, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Fred's eyes darkened as he watched my gaze linger on his lips. His gaze zeroed in on my biting down on my own lip, a sight so tempting that it took all his self-control to not attack my mouth in that very moment. He chuckled softly, the sound rough and filled with desire.

"Say my name again." He commanded, his voice a low, gravelly whisper, as he moved his face closer to mine, his breath mingling with mine in the cramped space between us. He smirked, loving the effect he was having on me. He thrived off of it.

I did as he said, breathing out his name once more, "Fred..." I was getting desperate, I needed him to do something.

Fred's eyes darkened with desire as he heard me say his name again, the tone of my voice making his self-control waver even more. He smiled slightly, enjoying the power he held over me in this moment. He knew I wanted him to do something, but he wasn't going to give in that easily. He loved having me at his mercy, the look of want in my eyes making him feel powerful, and making him want me even more.

"You want something, love?" He asked, his voice low and seductive, as he took a piece of my hair and delicately placed it behind my ear.

I nodded, "Mhm." I hummed out, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. My desire for him was clouding my head.

Fred smirked down at me, the look in my eyes fueling his arrogance and ego. He slowly moved a hand from my waist to my chin, his fingers gently gripping it and tilting it up slightly, forcing me to maintain eye contact with him.

"Use your words, love. Tell me what you want, and maybe I'll give it to you." He teased.

"I want..." I trail off, my voice failing on me. I cleared my throat, looking up at him, "I want you to kiss me."

Fred was consumed by desire and need, the moment I uttered those words he couldn't hold back anymore. He practically lunged at me, capturing my lips in a rough and needy kiss, full of pent-up passion and desperation. My arms went to circle around his neck, but before I could, he quickly took hold of my wrists, pinning them above me with one hand, holding them firmly against the door.

I let out a gasp at the action, which he took full advantage of by plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch of it, tasting me, claiming me as his own. His free hand wandered down my body, tracing every curve and contour, making me moan around his tongue.

Fred swallowed my moan, the sound only adding to his hunger and desire. He was intoxicated by me, my gasps and sighs fueling his need to have all of me. He continued to explore my body with his hand, each touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

He broke the kiss, panting slightly, only to attack my neck with his lips and tongue, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive flesh, determined to leave his mark on me.

"Oh, fuck..." I whined as I felt him bite down on my neck, turning my head slightly to give him better access. My arms squirming in his tight hold.

Fred continued his assault on my neck, he released a low growl, his hold on my wrists tightening as he felt me squirm beneath him, clearly enjoying my reaction to his touch. He nipped and sucked, leaving behind a trail of red marks on my neck.

I shivered as he blew cold air over the tender skin, before speaking into my neck, "You're so sensitive."

I couldn't respond, too caught up in the pleasure, but my eyes suddenly widened as I felt his fingers start playing with the waistband of my pants, running against the skin of my lower stomach. I bit my lip in anticipation, and I could feel Fred smirking against my neck when he noticed.

His fingers continued to toy with the waistband of my pants, occasionally slipping beneath it, teasing the sensitive flesh of my stomach, but not going any further than my panty line. I squirmed in his hold, getting impatient.

He broke away from my neck for a moment to look down at me, and the look in his eyes was pure desire and hunger. "You're so pretty like this, love." He whispered, his voice rough with need.

I continued to squirm in his hold, the way he was still holding my arms against the door was maddening. "Please, Fred... Touch me, please." I whined, desperately.

Fred only chuckled evilly, "Why should I, love? You been teasing me all day, testing my patience." He taunted, his fingers continued to toy with the waistband of my pants, occasionally dipping below the fabric, only to slide back out again, teasing me.

"I'm sorry... I won't tease you anymore, just please. I need it." I pleaded, pushing my hips closer to him. The way his fingers were brushing just above where I needed him was making me even more desperate with desire.

His hand moved from my waistband to my hip, gripping it tightly and forcing me back onto the door. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above mine, his words a hot whisper against my mouth. "You're a needy little thing, aren't you? Begging for me like this."

I let out a whimper, nodding at his words as my head rolled against the door. "What do you want, love? Tell me what you need. I want to hear you say it." He said, his voice low and sultry.

"Your fingers. I need them inside of me." I answered, making him chuckle from my blunt response.

"Is that so, hm?" He murmured, his hand trailing away from my hip and moving between my legs to rub me through my pants. I whined at the sensation, finally getting some friction. "You want my fingers, do you? You want me to make you feel good, make you cum?"

I couldn't help but moan from his words, that combined with how he was touching me sent heat over my body. I nodded again, "Yes, please."

"That's a good girl, using your words and asking nicely. I like that." He teased, his fingers moving up to unbutton my pants, pulling them slowly, exposing more of my skin. He began trailing his fingers over the top of my panties, his touch was light and teasing.

He leaned in closer, his lips grazing my ear, as he whispered, "Are you wet for me, love?"

I shivered, nodding my head, "So wet, just for you, Fred." I told him, my arms squirming in his hold once more, I wanted to touch him so badly.

He chuckled darkly at my unsuccessful attempts to break free of his grip, he only tightened his hold on my wrists. He could feel how much I wanted to touch him, but he wasn't done making me a needy mess just yet.

"Is that so?" He whispered, his voice thick with desire, as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my panties, gently touching my bare skin, feeling just how aroused I was.

My breathing stuttered as his fingers trailed over my wetness, spreading it over my throbbing clit, causing me to moan loudly. Fred smirked in satisfaction at the sound of my moans, he loved how I was reacting to his touch, how he was reducing me to a moaning mess with just his fingers.

"Shhh, love. You're being too loud. You don't want anyone to hear us, do you? I don't think you want everyone to know just how needy you are for me, how desperate you are for my touch." He whispered, continuing to tease me, his fingers rubbing and circling over my bundle of nerves.

I nodded, biting my lip to stop myself from being too loud, but that went down the drain as I felt him slip two fingers inside of me. I practically screamed at the force with which they entered me. "Fuck!"

Fred chuckled as my reaction to his fingers entering me, it was louder than he initially thought, he quickly dropped his hold from my wrists and moved his hand to cover my mouth, effectively muffling my scream into a mewl.

"Shhh, love. You really can't keep quiet, can you?" He teased, his voice thick as he continued pumping his fingers inside me at a fast pace.

I moaned against his hand, my own hands that were finally free gripping onto his wrist that was moving inside of me. My eyes rolling back in my head as I felt him add a third finger, stretching me out.

"Oh, fuck, love. You're fucking swallowing my fingers." Fred groaned out, curling his fingers inside me, hitting that perfect spot that had that familiar coil in my stomach forming.

I was so close, and I knew he could tell by the way I was clenching around his digits. My breathing was coming out ragged, I was panting against his hand as he continued to hit my g-spot over and over again. My orgasm was right there, I was tipping over the edge until suddenly, Fred took his fingers out of me.

I let out a squeal in protest against his hand, but Fred only chuckled at me, as he dropped his hand from my mouth, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Why... Why did you stop?" I panted out, watching as he placed his three fingers that were dripping in my slick in his mouth, sucking me off of them.

He hummed around his fingers, pulling them out of his mouth with a pop, I stared at him in shock as he responded, "Oh, now, love. You didn't think I was going to let you finish just like that, did you? Not after how naughty you've been all day." He teased, a smirk on his lips.

I let out a huff, throwing my head back against the door, frustrated from being denied my release. But my ears perked up as I heard him undoing his belt, making me look back at him.

"Patience, love." He said, undoing his belt and quickly unzipping his pants. "Good things come to those who wait, remember?" He taunted me, slowly letting his pants fall to the ground, and stepping out of them, leaving him in his boxers.

I stared down at the obvious tent, the one that I had created, I bit my lip watching as he paced towards me, pulling me toward him and kissing me hard.

The kiss was more rough and needy than our previous one, we were breathing heavily into it, devouring each other. My hands trailed into his hair, as his trailed down and squeezed my ass, and I moaned as I felt his hard on press against my lower stomach.

In one swift movement he broke the kiss, turning me around and bending me over the sink. He ran his hands over my back, before harshly pulling my underwear down my legs. His hands ran possessively over my hips.

I looked over my shoulder at him, watching as he pushed his boxers down, freeing his length, my eyes widened at the size. "Shit..." I muttered out.

Fred smirked at my reaction, "See something you like, love?" He teased, making my eyes snap up to meet his gaze.

"You're... So big." I spoke, almost cringing at myself, but I couldn't help it. Fred chuckled at my bluntness, he loved how I was so honest and open with my words, not like most girls he'd been with.

"Don't worry, love. I'll make you feel good." He reassured me as his hands stroked my thighs, moving up and down my skin in a soothing motion.

I bit my lip, nodding my head, the way he could be so rough with me one second, and the next be so comforting was making my head dizzy.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He murmured as his hands slowly moved higher up my thighs, nearing my bare core. I shivered at his words, his touch making me more needy.

He bent down slightly, placing a kiss on my hip before he went back up, spreading my legs a bit more and started lining himself up with my entrance, running his dick through my wet folds, making me whine.

"You ready?" He asked, to which I nodded, but that seemed to not be good enough because Fred gripped my hip tightly, "No. I need a yes." He growled, as I let out a shaky breath.

"Yes..." I responded, making him smirk.

"Good girl." He praised, before slamming into me, instantly bottoming out, making me scream out his name, "Fuck, Fred!"

My hands gripped tightly onto the edges of the sink, the boy behind me panted heavily as he began to relentlessly pound into me, "Oh, fuck. So fucking tight, love." He spoke, his words adding to the amount of pleasure I was in.

The sound of our skin slapping together, our heavy breathing and moans filled the small bathroom, if anyone walked passed the door they would have no doubt about what was going on in here. "Feel good, love?" Fred questioned, but I could only moan in response.

Fred growled at this, his hand roughly latched onto my hair, pulling me flush against his chest, speaking lowly in my ear, "Huh? I asked you a question."

"Yes! Yes, feels so- Fuck- So good!" I stuttered out, my eyes rolling in the back of my head. The way he pulled on my hair was intoxicating, it was painful, but the pleasure it gave me completely overpowered it.

His free hand trailed up the front of my shirt, pushing it up over my bra, before pushing that up as well. He squeezed my boob in his hand, lightly pinching my nipple, making me whimper.

"Yeah? You like how I fuck you, don't you? You're taking me so well." He praised, his hips stuttering a bit, so he took his hand away from my boob, pulling out for a moment to grab my thigh and rest it atop the edge of the sink.

After he readjusted me, he pushed my back down again, still keeping his strong grip in my hair, before thrusting back into me. "Yes!" I moaned out, the new angle allowing him to hit my g-spot, and his balls to slap my clit repeatedly.

I knew if he kept up this pace I wasn't gonna last much longer, plus I was still a bit sensitive from him denying me my orgasm before. "Fuck, this pussy is all mine." He groaned, his voice hoarse.

"Yes! Oh, fuck it's yours! All yours!" I said in between moans. I was a mess, beginning to clench tightly around him as I felt myself nearing release.

Fred moaned as he felt me squeezing him, "You close, love? Gonna cum?" He taunted, picking up his pace, which I wasn't sure was even possible.

"Yes! So close." I said, my voice cracking.

"Cum then, cum all over my cock." Fred commanded. It didn't take long after his words for my release to wash over me, my eyes rolled back as I let out a guttural moan, my legs shaking as he continued to pound into me, letting me ride out my high.

I felt Fred twitch inside of me before he spoke, "Shit, shit..." He moaned, swiftly pulling out of me, "On your knees." He demanded, his voice low and authoritative. I instantly complied, moving off the sink and getting on my knees in front of him, "Open your mouth for me, love." He said, prompting me to listen, I opened wide, staring up at him as he jerked off above me.

He groaned at the sight of me below him, throwing his head back, as he hovered his tip over my tongue, "You look so good down there." He said, before letting out a guttural moan, and releasing in my mouth.

I moaned as his cum shot out onto my tongue, the salty taste making me hum in pleasure. "Fuck..." He trailed off, his hand slowing on himself as he milked himself dry.

I closed my mouth, swallowing his seed, making him stare down at me darkly, before harshly pulling me up to my feet. "Such a good girl for me." He praised once more, holding my cheek in his hand before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

As he pulled away, he gave me a loving look, "Was that okay, love? I didn't go to hard did I?" He asked, making my heart melt. "No, that was... Perfect." I told him, it still baffled me how he could be so rough and dominant and then switch to being so caring and comforting.

He chuckled, "Good." He said, moving away from me to pull his boxers back up and put his pants on. As he did I adjusted my bra and pulled my shirt down, before bending down as well to put my own pants on, but I stopped short when I felt the sudden pain in my legs, making me wobble a bit.

"Woah." Fred spoke, going forward and grabbing my waist to steady me, "You alright?"

"Yeah... My legs just hurt a bit." I told him. Fred smirked at that, making me shoot him a glare, and lightly slap him on the chest. "Shut up."

He rose his hands in mock surrender, "I didn't say anything." I just shook my head at him, trying to bend down again, but he stopped me, "Let me help you."

I watched him as he bent down, slowly pulling up my underwear, then my pants, even buttoning them for me. I gave him a smile as he stood back up, and pecked my lips. "Thanks."

"For what? The sex, or helping you put your clothes back on?" He joked, making me roll my eyes. "Fred." I warned him, making him chuckle. "Okay, okay. I'll stop." He said, as he buckled his belt, while I adjusted my hair, trying to make it look like Fred's hands weren't just gripping and tugging on it a few minutes ago.

"Do you think they'll know?" I asked, making him look at me. He glanced down at my neck, specifically the hickeys that littered every inch of my skin. He stifled his smirk, "Considering the amount of hickeys I left on you... No, they'll have no clue." He said, sarcastically.

I groaned before we both looked at each other, and instantly broke out into laughter. This was definitely not how I thought this day would go when I woke up this morning, but I couldn't complain.

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[iiiiiiis-things]

idk just thinking about how you burst into your home damn near slamming the door shut, only for toji to stop it with the large palm of his hand before he smoothly walks in behind you. you're on 10 right now, stomping and shouting around the house (while your husband follows like a lost puppy) until you make your way to the kitchen yelling something about how it was "totally unnecessary to punch him" honestly toji didn't even know what the hell you were going on about, i mean he wasn't even listening. he silently convinced himself that it wasn't his fault- no it was definitely yours that he couldn't focus on the sweetness of your voice. i mean he just couldn't stop himself from trailing his eyes down to your ass, sinfully watching from his stance at the doorway as it jiggled with each hard step you took. "you can't keep doing this shit man-" your words go in one ear and out the other, again wasn't his fault, he can't help but think about is how fucking sexy you look right now. lace tussled into a slight mess, lip gloss smeared across your puffy lips because of how much you opened your fat ass mouth out of anger, and that dress ? oh that dress is what gotten you in the situation in the first place, the way it hugged your frame perfectly, mapping out each of your curves in all the right ways. had you not wore it like he told you to he wouldn't have had to beat his boss ass for staring at you a little to long. lashes that had been ripped off are still in his car, sitting prettily right on his dashboard, he couldn't care less in fact he was glad you took em off ecstatic even, toji loved to see you natural, toji thought you were so god damn fine

"what ?"

...did he say that out loud ?

"nothin'" he muffled out "are you even listening? see this the shit i'm talking about-"

toji wanted nothing more than to bend you over the kitchen island and shut your big ass mouth with each deep stroke he gave you, dick hitting deep in that gummy area that always turned you into mush whenever he found it, but alas he didn't, he knew you were angry, just didn't know why. aren't you glad he protected you from the preying eyes of his boss ? did it cost him his job ? maybe.. but it doesn't matter because it was all for you, his lovely wife. "here asshole" toji finally snapped out of his head when he felt you shove something against his chest before walking off. noodles ... you made him-

"a cup of noodles ?" he questioned following you out the kitchen "you didn't eat at the party." the scar on his pretty lips decided to rise. oh how sweet you were, even after being so pissed at his possessiveness you still cared enough to make sure he ate before the night was over but there was still one problem.. "you didn't either" "i'm not hungry." once you reach the bottom of the stairs he stops dead in his tracks "baby- where you going ?" "to bed." no hug ? no kiss goodnight ? no invite ? oh he fucked up.

smut! under the cut (18+)

"now do you forgive me?" voice comes muffled from beneath you as you ride out your nth climax of the night your husband had been sucking and licking into you for hours drawing out orgasm after orgasm. and shit were you ovulating? because you just can't get enough. "fuck" you roll you head back in pleasure riding the sweet sensation of his nose repeatedly brushing against your clit

*smack!*

"i asked you a question mama" you moan loudly at the combination of the nickname and his tongue thrusting in and out of you hitting that special spot each time. "y-yes baby" you grind down to match the rhythm of his tongue as he begins to play with the fat of your ass tugging and gripping tightly, encouraging you to move your hips faster "'m sorry baby, so so sorry" his lips wrap around your rednend clit while he stuffs two fingers into you. at this point you were so overstimulated but you just couldn't stop riding his face even if the world was ending. bringing a hand to his hair you push it back unveiling those gorgeous green eyes. toji looks up making eye contact with you, you begin feeling the tension that was building up about to finally burst (again) "i didn't mean to upset you" he wraps his fore arms around your things getting you to grind down even harder against his perfectly fat nose "i-it's okay toj- fuck you're so deep" "i just don't like when other boys stare at you" he couldn't even bring himself to call his boss a man. a man would never violate a women's privacy like that, basically eye fucking her while she's out with her man. you felt everything, every touch, and god you were so hot, moans were leaving your mouth left and right as you felt him continue sucking, his fingers thrusting into you so desperately as if they were asking for forgiveness too.

this was gonna be a longggg night .

[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug Like Angel

Till you tell me to leave

As you made your way to the living room, you looked at the long, gothic walls.

You saw all the family portraits.

The same ones you'd been forced to take.

In all the pictures you were in, you had a completely different style than the others

Damian was always telling you to dress a sort of way, just so you could be left out.

Ouch.

It got to a point that Bruce had assumed you were doing this on purpose, just to get attention.

So, he stopped bringing you to get the portraits done.

Thinking about that made you pissed, so you decided to put your mind to something else.

You couldn't wait to get the movie night over with, you could probably sneak away near the end and go a someone else's universe.

You calmed yourself down so the others didn't get suspicious and made your way to the living room.

You saw everyone sitting down, except for Dick, who was probably in the kitchen, getting snacks.

Everyone was talking and not noticing you, you were glad.

As soon as you turned around and were about to make your way back to your room, you heard it.

"Birdie!"

Dick.

You turned around on your heel, your spidey senses helping you dodge Dicks bear hug.

You saw how for a split second he had a slight face of shock, his blue eyes widening.

He put his hands on his hips. "And where do you think you're going?"

You tried your hardest to put on a poker face. You didn't want him to know you were slightly intimidated by him.

Sure, you weren't scared, or terrified, as you once were.

You were stronger now, everyone knew that, but now you didn't have the comfort of your friends to keep you grounded and safe.

"I, uhm, went to get a bottle of water. I'm thirsty." you lied through your teeth, you just wanted to get away from them.

Dick raised an eyebrow "From where? I just got back from the kitchen."

"From my mini fridge." you weren't exactly lying, you did have a mini fridge from years ago when you decided you didn't want to burden everyone by getting necessities like food and water.

His eyes lit up as if he just had a lightbulb moment. "Don't you think all those snacks and drinks are expired by now? We could go to get some more together!"

"No thanks." you shut it down before he got any ideas "I like going shopping by myself."

Before Dick could protest, you heard Tim's voice.

"Can you guys shut up and sit down?" he was clearly annoyed.

Before you knew it, Dick dragged towards the couch, patting the seat next to him.

You pretended to not notice him patting the seat and made your way towards the seat at the end of the couch.

You hesitated to sit down there, you weren't used to being invited to family hangouts.

You could feel everyone's judgemental stares towards you, you knew basically everyone but Dick and Bruce still didn't want you around.

You sat down by yourself while everyone was huddled up together.

You glanced at Dick and saw how saddened he looked that you didn't sit with him.

You could almost feel bad for him.

"Time to choose the movie." Alfred placed the remote on the glass table, and before you knew it everyone but Bruce, Alfred, and you were fighting with the controller, pushing, pulling, and punching.

You could almost laugh at how silly this was.

You almost felt like part of the family

Bruce watched as you had a sad smile on your face, and got an idea.

"Let Y/N get a chance to choose this time."

Suddenly everyone that was fighting froze in place. You suppressed a chuckle at how stupid it was.

Jason begrudgingly passed you the controller, somewhat aggressively.

You started scrolling through the movies trying to find one to watch.

You could hear the others whispering to each other, obviously a little mad they didn't get to choose.

You got nervous and took a minute or two picking one.

Everyone was getting impatient.

You finally found the movie you had been wanting to watch for a while.

One that you never got to finish.

Scary movie.

Literally, that's the name.

You clicked on it, and all the memories flooded back.

You and the other spider kids decided to sneak out to the movies.

You were walking towards the entrance of the theater, holding Peni's hand.

Gwen was holding hands with an obviously smitten Miles.

Pav was secretly taking a picture of them.

It was so cute how he had a crush on his own girlfriend!

Peni was holding your hand, and holding Margos in her other hand.

You had Bruce's credit card in your purse, which also had a bunch of snacks you were gonna sneak in.

Hobie was standing next to you.

You and he had yet again raided a 7/11, this time you hid the snacks in his hair.

Every time he took a step or slightly moved, you could hear the crinkles and crackles of the snack bags in his hair.

You tried not to laugh when you both made your way past the ticket booth and security.

While the others were discussing what they thought the movie was gonna be about, they felt a strange silence.

One that was only there for around 15 seconds.

One that was usually filled with laughter and joy.

Peni looked confused for a moment before asking, "Where did Y/N go?"

Before you knew it, everyone started scattering around looking for you.

Hobie and Pavitr both looked inside some of the theaters, maybe you snuck into a theater?

You weren't there, so they kept looking.

Margo and Peni were looking in the security cams, only for them to be broken because a certain someone (Hobie) 'accidentally' webbed them in a penis shape.

Gwen and Miles looked in the parking lot, maybe you went to get something from the car?

They all decided to meet up together to find you.

As soon as they got to the lobby, they found you buying all the overly expensive snacks and giving them away to other families.

Peni ran to you and tackled you in a hug "Y/N!" her tackle somehow managed to throw you onto the ground

You hugged her back, slightly confused "Hey guys!"

Margo offered you your hand "We were so worried about you!"

"Why? I was gone for like, two minutes!" you chuckled, taking her hand

Gwen dusted off a piece of chocolate from your cheek, presumably from a chocolate bar you had around half an hour ago "I swear, we need to put a harness on you!"

"Oh c'mon, don't you guys think it was a little overkill to go around panicking looking for me?" you playfully punched the side of gwens shoulder, smirking

"One time we thought you went missing for a week only for you to be on an earth no one is allowed in and somehow made a horse army?" Miles crossed his arms in a way that sort of reminded you of his mom.

Pavitr nodded "One time you didn't reply to any of us for a month because your phone was dead and you lost the charger, and you also lost your watch somehow, so you were literally off the grid"

"One time we were at the mall and I turned around for a minute and somehow we found you across the mall at a petstore." Gwen added

"This is my life and y'all are just living in it." you dramatically put your hands on your hips, which made Peni giggle.

"Just to let you guys know, the movie starts in like, 3 minutes and we haven't made it to our seats." Margo pulled up the tickets from her pocket

You all looked at each other and booked it to your seats.

You all made it just in time, the trailers had just ended.

The movie was good, but what made it great was all your friends around you.

Hobie was asleep, his legs leaning on the chair in front of him.

Peni had her head on your shoulder, watching the movie.

Miles and Gwen were playfully throwing popcorn at each other and Margo was the only one 100% focused on the movie.

After that, it was all a blur.

All you can remember is an anomaly coming in and wrecking everything.

You and the others had to fight off the anomaly together, and secretly bring it to the society without the spider parents knowing.

Unfortunately, that meant you never got to finish the movie.

You smiled at the memory, which surprised the others because a jumpscare had just happened.

"L/N, why are you smiling?" Damian asked, his green eyes squinting at you.

"Nothing, I just remembered something funny. Also, I don't use L/N anymore, I go by O'hara now."

Bruce grabbed the controller from your hands and paused the movie.

"What?" you saw his eye slightly twitch

"Yeah, don't worry about it." you tried to unpause the movie, only for the controller to be barely out of reach

"Did he make you change your name?" Dick got up and questioned, standing next to Bruce

"no, he didn't force me, I'm attached to him like a parasite. He's never getting rid of me." you joked, nervously. You just wanted to go back to your room.

"How exactly did you change your name?" Bruce put his hands on his hips

"surprise adoption." you fidgeted with your bracelet out of nervousness,

"what does that even mean?" Jason spoke up, turning his head to look away from his phone and instead at you.

"I got hurt one too many times, and while I was delirious I asked him for probably the millionth time if he could adopt me. he obviously couldn't, so we met halfway and he let me have his last name." you said casually.

Suddenly dick and Bruce were scolding you.

You pretended not to be affected, and just got up and stomped back to your room.

You locked the door and started crying.

You could lie and say that you didn't care about them, but the truth is that their yelling at you made you feel 10 years old again.

You felt like the same kid that was ignored and pushed around by them.

You just wanted to go home.

Suddenly, you heard a slight buzzing.

You looked for where it was coming from and saw it was coming from under your bed.

You looked under your bed and saw it was your watch.

You quickly typed Hobies universe number and left.

As soon as you got there, you made your way to his trailer.

You knocked on the door and made your way inside through the window.

As soon as you got in, you sat down on his chair that could spin.

You tried to go on your phone to check the time, only to remember you left it on your bed earlier.

Hobie walked in, holding a cup of water "Coulda’ just used the damn door, you know."

You spun around in the chair playfully "I don't believe in using doors!"

"Good. Neither do I. Doors are overrated." He leaned on the wall next to him.

You guys fell into silence. Not an awkward one, but a comfortable one.

You stood up, stretching "Wanna get outta here?"

"thought you'd never ask." Hobie grabbed his guitar, and you both walked out

Your family was at the dinner table.

Dicks leg was shaking, and Bruce was staring at the spot you were supposed to be seated at.

Everyone else's conversations were still going on, but there was a slight linger of your perfume there.

It was ironic that even after years most of your family didn't notice you were gone.

They were halfway through their meal when a portal popped up close to them.

Their eyes all widened as you fell in your suit, crashing into the fancy glass table, fighting a green goblin, Hobie not far behind.

While you were trying to push Green goblin back into the portal, you looked around to see your whole family looking at you, concerned.

"For fucks sake!" you punched Green goblin and you both fell into the portal again.

This just left your family with more questions than answers.

As they studied the now broken glass table, they also thought about the portal you fell through.

How many times has this happened?

How many times have you gotten hurt and they hadn't noticed?

A couple of minutes later, they watched as you and Hobie both fell through another portal, this time without the green goblin.

You flopped onto the floor and Hobie flopped onto the couch.

Dick started running to you about to ask if you were alright, only to hear you start laughing out of exhaustion.

Hobie got up from the couch and helped you get up.

You realized your family was in the room, and decided to introduce Hobie to them.

You grabbed his wrist "Uhm- this is Hobie, uh, is my friend.

"Your family watched as you nervously fidgeted with hobbies studded bracelet.

Everyone stared at you awkwardly, and you just started walking to your room.

"Y/N-" Bruce started

You ignored him and started walking faster.

After an hour or two, there was music blaring throughout the manor that vibrated through the floor.

Everyone could hear it despite having earplugs in.

It was time to put an end to this.

Jason started making his way up to your room, preparing himself for the worst.

He didn't even bother knocking, he just made his way in.

He expected to see you both sneaking out, smoking, or just anything bad as an excuse to kick Hobie out.

Only to see you and him gossiping and giggling while you were putting makeup on him.

Jason tried to make out what you guys were saying, but it was impossible due to the loud music.

Your spidey senses went off and you both looked at Jason.

Dick slightly flinched at you both looking at him in sync.

"Can you guys put down the volume? No one can sleep and it is 1 am." Jason put his hand on his neck

"Yeah, my bad." you put down the volume and continued gossiping with Hobie.

You felt his stare on you as he stood next to where you were sitting on the bed with Hobie.

You raised an eyebrow at him "Can we help you?"

He sat down next to you, only for you to scoot away from Jason and move closer to Hobie.

The room fell into an awkward silence until he finally left.

As soon as the door closed, you let out a sigh of relief.

"Jeez, can they hop off my dick for once?" you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

"tell me about it."

You started falling asleep towards 3 am.

You were trying to stay awake despite it being late at night (or early in the morning?)

Either way, you ended up falling asleep while leaning on Hobies lap.

Hobie smiled as he picked you up bridal style and tucked you into bed.

It wasn't the first and he hoped it wouldn't be the last.

He kissed your forehead and left through the window.

An hour or two later, Dick went to check up on you, only to see you peacefully sleeping in bed.

You had a black lipstick stain from Hobie on your forehead.

Dick frowned from that but started making his way out of the room.

That was until something caught his eye.

A guitar.

Not like the one you had, this one was red and had..unique stickers...

He grabbed it and made his way out of your room.

He could ask you about it the next morning.

i have a headache help

this took SO LONG im so tired help

this is ass lmfao sorry its so rushed it felt not rushed while writing it help

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[rafesangelita]

…SHERIFF!RAFE X FARMER’S!DAUGHTER!READER AU

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SHERIFF!RAFE X FARMER’S!DAUGHTER!READER who spend a lottt of time in the back seat of his cop car. they have an age gap that would raise all kinds of alarm if the people of the small town they resided in ever found out. sheriff!rafe is beefy, his muscles bulging through every shirt he wears. farmer’s!daughter!reader is too busy raising hell all around town in hopes that someone calls the police station so rafe can handcuff her and get her act cleaned up. “you can’t just go actin’ a fool whenever you feel like screwin’ i mean it!” he’s pulling her underwear up her thighs as she lays face down against his leather seats, completely fucked out. “whatever you say, dad.” rafe is groaning at her words as he uncuffs her. “yeah? i oughta’ take you home right now then and let him know about all the trouble you been gettin’ into.”

SHERIFF!RAFE X FARMER’S!DAUGHTER!READER who go on their dates in the next town over so they don’t run the risk of being caught by any locals. farmer’s!daughter!reader who teases rafe all the time, calling him an ‘old man’ and saying he’s a perv for entertaining her antics. “there’s a motel not too far from here.. just ‘sayin.” there’s a hint of a smile playing on her lips, the older man in front of her looking unamused. “you’re suggesting that i take you to a motel and you’re callin’ me a perv? get outta here.” despite his faux disinterest, they end up checking into the said motel for the night, his stomach slapping against her clit as he fucks her into oblivion on the dingy mattress of the cheap room. sheriff!rafe who actually knows farmer’s!daughter!reader’s father very well, both of them going all the way back to their high school days.

SHERIFF!RAFE X FARMER’S!DAUGHTER!READER who can’t stand each other sometimes. rafe is scolding her, telling her that she shouldn’t be wearing those ‘godforsaken’ shorts of hers since it draws a lot of the wrong attention. “you’re just mad because jj maybank is wondering what color panties i have on..” she’s leaning into the window of his cop car, his jaw clenching as he eyed the scruffy looking blonde who stood not too far away, shot gunning hot beers with his friends. “mad at the ‘maybank kid? please, darlin’ he’s a joke.” she’s laughing at his words, getting close to his ear before whispering; “i’m glad you think so, because i’m about to go over there and tell him i’m not wearing any..” that sets rafe off and it isn’t long before he’s slamming jj down against the hood of his car and arresting him for underaged drinking..

SHERIFF!RAFE X FARMER’S!DAUGHTER!READER who are such polar opposites, even they don’t understand how they work together. sheriff!rafe has a rough exterior, seemingly cold, closed off and never smiles, whereas farmer’s!daughter!reader is dancing on tables in bars she shouldn’t even be at, and being a little minx to see how many free drinks she can get out of the regulars. so much so, that rafe started patrolling around town at night so he could stop her from doing something stupid. and of course, without fail, he’s getting a radio call saying there’s been a report of a quote, unquote ‘young woman resisting arrest and assaulting an officer.’ and rafe is arriving onto the scene almost immediately, cursing under his breath when he see’s her being held down by at least four of his men in uniform.

SHERIFF!RAFE X FARMER’S!DAUGHTER!READER who eventually have to get serious with one another, both of them knowing that what they have is anything but casual. sheriff!rafe who doesn’t know how to go about it, so he decides it’s best to just be blunt. “so uhm— what do ‘ya say to moving out of your pop’s and living with me instead?” farmer’s!daughter!reader is staring at him from across the table at their favorite diner. “what?” she’s frozen, holding her knife over her plate of fluffy pancakes. “are you serious?” rafe is nodding as he takes a cigarette out of his pocket, placing it between his lips. “yeah, but this rowdy act of yours needs to stop. m’not gonna have you actin’ reckless if i’m the one taking care of you.” he doesn’t have to tell her twice before she’s nodding, throwing her arms around the grumpy sheriff before pressing kisses to his cheek.