#sometimes you just gotta let the anger and frustration out and then move on with life

[atrirose]

𝒥 : PLACES THEY LOVE TO KISS — enha

はい bf!enha x f!r . . . 🍵 warning. kissing duh ! + FLUFF ★ seiu msg: wanna get back on to writing stuff soon in the mean time enjoy this! rbs/feedbacks are appreciated

— HEESEUNG LEE

heeseung loves kissing your neck because he knows it gets you hot and bothered, he loves the sudden shocked squeak you let out when he random kisses your neck, he came behind you, gracing his cold lips on your neck “AH what’s wrong with you seung” you turned towards him, your hand on the place he kissed “my lips are cold, i ate ice cream” he said pulling you back “so?”

“so i gotta warm them up” he said as he bit ur neck lightly, kissing it, his breath leaving tingling feels down your spine, something about neck kisses just makes you feel light headed “i know you love it princess” he whispered, his hands roaming around your body as he blabbers like a loser.

— JAY PARK

jay loves kissing your lips, though it very common but for him it is special, he love the feeling of his lips against yours, especially after you put on lipgloss or lipstick “jayyyy i just put it on, look it’s all smeared and on your lips too” you said frustrated as you try to fix your lipstick, “it’s a nice colour i like it on you” he said snaking his hands again around your waist as he turns you around “doesn’t give you an excuse to ruin it, and we have to go or else we will be late to the party” you said resisting his touch as he leaned over again.

“doesn’t matter” he said as his lips moved against yours, his hands around you waist, him teasing your lips by lightly nipping on it, your hands in his hair tousling it.

“we got stuck in the traffic sorry” he said to his friend as you shot him glares, did i forget to tell you that he loves kissing you when you are mad at him? works like a charm, all the anger goes poof.

— JAKE SIM

jake loves to nom on your cheeks , he says it’s like bread. he loves to peck your cheeks at any given moment, or just have his face smooshed by yours, if he could he could live under your skin. jake likes to bite your cheeks while pecking them despite being warned a hundred times to not, but how can you resist his puppy eyes.

sometimes he get this kissing aggression towards you where he just keep on kissing and giggling as you try to escape him “jake too much” you say as he kissed you all over your face, “not enough” he said as he continues smooching your cheeks, biting them “nom, you taste like strawberries” jake hugs you as he calms down, cuddling you.

— SUNGHOON PARK

he loves collarbone kisses, loves to randomly feather kisses around your collarbone while cuddling, exact reason that despite being so tall he like you be a small spoon most of the times, likes to be a princess “hoon it tickles” you said as he pressed kisses, he loves when you wear off shoulder as he gives him easy excess but if not then he just pulls the piece of clothing you are wearing to expose your collarbone, now that has gotten him in trouble when he accidentally rip your clothing’s neckline but that obviously never stopped him.

“i will get you more mmm” he said as he kept kissing you, he loves to inhale the soft and mild scent of your perfume.

— SUNOO KIM

loves to kiss your forehead, to appreciate even the smallest of things you do for him, while that’s very sweet of him and you love it with all your heart, there are times when he likes to annoy you by kissing you after applying your lip tint so now you have kiss mark on your forehead, or kissing it and then telling how small you are.

towers over you sometimes so you look up at him and he can kiss your forehead.

“i got nice scores this time” you told sunoo as he smiles and kisses you forehead “im proud of you love”

— JUNGWON YANG

he likes to kiss your nose, just a little boop to make you laugh, you talking about your day? oh he is so in love, boop, you are cooking? he is drawn in by your beauty, boop, you are just laying around? you look so cute, he can’t believe you are his, boop.

“why do you like kissing my nose so much” he looks at you as he smiles, eyes closing like a cat as he kisses your nose “because you are cute” it’s a way he expresses his love, it’s his way of saying he treasures you and a simple expression of his limitless love for you

— RIKI NISHIMURA

he loves to bury his face in your neck after a long day and kiss your shoulders, just like sunghoon he loves when you wear off shoulder dress or else he just pulls on them, but lucky for him you wear his oversized hoodies all the time so it’s easy to gain excess, sometimes it’s hard to express who he feels, or how much he loves you so he just kisses your shoulder and hope you understand his attempt to say ‘i love you’s’.

“what’s wrong baby” you asked as you played with hair as he buried his face in the crook of your neck “just tired” he said nuzzling “aww poor baby” you said as you kissed his head “you better not tell how act with you” he warned you still kissing your shoulders.

“like a baby? AHH-” your giggles turned into sudden shock as he bites you “oh that left a mark” you smacked him with a pillow as he laughed and dodged it “not tired anymore huh?” you said pouting moving away from him just to get pulled back to his lap “i am” he pecked you “meanie” he snicked at your pouty lips before kissing it.

[cloudyszz]

BE GOOD FOR ME WOULD YOU?

BOTTOM GETO X TOP MALE READER | rough sex-ish?, overstimulation :3, semi creampie, basically reader taking his frustration out on Geto..

You hated your job with a passion, especially your boss, but what was keeping you from quitting, was Geto your loving boyfriend Geto. He convinced you several times to keep the job because of the pay, sometimes you two had Arguments about it but you knew what he said is true at the end of the day.

You glanced your eyes away from the TV to see Geto just now waking up wearing your oversized shirt, “ hi hun how was work ” he asked sitting next to you on the sofa carefully holding your hand.

“ You know the answer “ you huffed admiring your boyfriend’s face as he held your hand. From that tone you were hesitant to continue holding his hand, you didn’t want to make Geto upset but Geto didn’t care.

His face started to become hot and red beginning to lift his shirt slowly to expose his soft pale skin, poor baby he was starting to become hard. You pulled down his underwear, slowly jerking him off rubbing the precum against his tip.

Continuing to jerk him off you could tell he was close by him attempting to move away from your hands but failing due to your hand holding the two together beneath you. You gave his thigh a quick slap telling him to move to the wall.

Feeling your body now pressed against Geto you travelled your hands down his back earning a shiver from him, leaving love bites all over him. “ please! sir- it’s mmh not enough ” He begs trying to move closer to you. “ I promise I’ll make you feel good ” you replied, kissing his neck before shoving your lube-covered fingers in his hole.

Geto couldn’t do much, he wanted to be good for you, he wanted to show you didn’t need to get angry at your job when he’s right here. Take your anger out on him instead. Rubbing your fingers against his prostate, you watched how red his cheeks became, how his legs were shaking from overstimulation waiting for your permission to let him cum.

Then wasting no time you pulled down your pants/underwear gripping onto his waist and slamming your cock into his hole. Your thrust became aggressive as it was hitting the right places inside of Geto, it was a shocker how tight his hole was squeezing around your cock.

You were destroying the man at this rate, Geto felt his belly twisting and turning looking down to see the bulge inside of him go in and out repeatedly. “Hngh- too- much”, he slurs out, hands attempting to grab onto something due to your thrusting becoming sloppy and messy. “ Doing so well f’me sweetie- ”, gasping out as your cum spread in his hole without a warning, painting his hole white.

You turned him around and gave him a nasty sloppy kiss, jerking him off as you felt the sticky fluid on your fingers.

“ I’m going call out from work tomorrow, gotta please my baby some more.. ” you whispered against his mouth getting exposed to his hot breath, slamming your cock inside him again.

I don’t really like this 😭 but my request are open so yeah

[velvetstreets]

R U Mine?

None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: SMUUUTTTT, penetrative sex (f!receiving), swearing, daddy kink, breeding kink, basically Jack claiming reader in every way possible.

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The car was silent as your driver drove you and Jack home from an event. The tension between you two was thick, but you knew relief was close, about 4 minutes away according to google maps. You squeezed your thighs together in anticipation, playing the night back in your head.

“It’s because you didn’t say shit Jack! You basically condemned her behavior? And you expect me not to be mad about that?”

“The fuck was I supposed to say?” He argued.

“Ummm, I don’t know Jack, maybe that you have a fucking girlfriend? Or just tell her not to send her tits to you in general? You cannot be this dense.”

“Ummm, I don’t know Jack, maybe that you have a fucking girlfriend? Or just tell her not to send her tits to you in general? You cannot be this dense.”

“She already knows you and I are together. I don’t know why she sent that shit, but she knows I’m with you. Why should I reply to her and play into her game? She’s just tryna start shit, and it’s clearly working. I just didn’t think you’d eat it up so easily.” He shook his head.

“She already knows you and I are together. I don’t know why she sent that shit, but she knows I’m with you. Why should I reply to her and play into her game? She’s just tryna start shit, and it’s clearly working. I just didn’t think you’d eat it up so easily.” He shook his head.

“Are you serious right now? It’s not about her, it’s about YOU. I expect shit like this from your ex flings, but I expect you to act like my fucking boyfriend! Sometimes I don’t feel like your mine, and I’m yours. Like we’re us.”

“You don’t feel like you’re mine?” Jack whipped his head towards you, the anger that was once on his face, now replaced with confusion and slight shock.

Your alarm went off, signaling it was more than time to leave.

“Fuck. And now we gotta go to this fucking event. Fuck it, whatever. Let’s go, we’re already late.” You sighed, picking up your things and heading for the door.

“No, we’re not done with this.” Jack reached out for your arm, making you halt your footsteps.

“Yes we are. We’re late, and I’m tired of fighting with you Jack, tired of looking at your fucking face right now, asshole.” You looked him dead in the eye.

He grumbled and grabbed his keys from the table before the two of you left.

You and Jack had fought before heading to the event, to which you both had to put on smiles and warm energy- the antithesis of what you were both feeling at the moment. What really pushed you over the edge was the fact that Jack paid no attention to you the entire night. You knew you were technically, partly, in the wrong, but it was due to a misunderstanding between the two of you. Jack had gotten DMs from an old acquaintance that were… sexual, to say the least. He didn’t invite her behavior nor did he condone it, but he didn’t do anything about it. Just left her on read. You were conflicted; on the one hand, you shouldn’t be mad at him, he didn’t ask for any of that attention. However, he didn’t make any definitive moves to make it clear to her that he had a long term girlfriend who he loved and didn’t outwardly reject her advances. You tried to brush past your fight, but he was still tense and annoyed, which just further irritated you, he was acting childish.

As frustrated as you were with him, you couldn’t help but admire how fucking delicious he looked. His hair had grown out a little, which you loved- giving you access to play with his curls mindlessly, as well as tug on them when he ate you out. He wore all black- a mock shirt sleeved turtle neck, with a silk shirt over it and leather pants. Adorning his face were his black rimmed Prada glasses, and around his neck was his diamond Kentucky chain, sparkling in the lights. He looked too fucking good, but you weren’t gonna be the one to cave first.

Unbeknownst to you, Jack felt the same way about you. He was still a little fired up from your fight, but he couldn’t help but steal glances at your appearance. You wore a black silk dress to match with Jack, which hugged your curves perfectly. The hem was low enough just for your breasts to peek out teasingly- and fit you snugly enough to go braless; and the slit on your right side left little to Jack’s imagination as his eyes wandered up your exposed thigh. He wanted nothing more than to rip your dress and fuck you raw on the table in front of all the guests at the venue; but he had a job to do, and because he was still upset, he dove into work mode instead, unintentionally yet very intentionally ignoring you.

You quietly huffed and rolled you eyes every time Jack spoke or tried to initiate any physical touch with you; something that no one took notice of - except Jack. If he was gonna act like this, then so would you. You were perfectly pleasant with everyone you mingled with, continuously downing a few drinks throughout the night, but every time Jack got near you or you heard his voice or even just his name being mentioned, you scoffed.

Finally, Jack had enough with your attitude. He walked over to where you were at the bar.

“Let’s go.” He said calmly, not wanting to attract attention.

“I don’t wanna go yet.” You coldly brushed him off, sipping at your drink.

“We’re leaving Y/N.” Jack grunted, his glasses were now off as he gave you a serious look.

“I don’t give a fuck, you can go, I’m staying.” You rolled your eyes again.

“All you wanna do is fight with me today huh? We’re going home now, cause it seems as if I need to fuck the brat out of you. Car. Now. Y/N.” Jack growled, his tone dripping in frustration and lust. Your core tightened at his words, the alcohol fueling your arousal.

You were now a minute away from Jack’s apartment, and Jack still hadn’t said a word to you; it didn’t matter though, the tent in his pants and the bouncing of his right leg told you everything you needed to know. As the car rolled to a stop outside the building, Jack thanked the driver and then laid his warm palm on your knee, giving it a squeeze.

“Let’s go sweetheart.” His tone sickeningly sweet, but you knew the punishment you were in for.

You and Jack got out the car and he walked around next to you, his hand resting on your hip with a tight grip. You walked into the building, greeting those at reception, and kept moving towards the elevators. It was silent as you rode in the enclosed room, the only sound heard was each other’s breathing.

“Jack-“ you started.

“No. Don’t wanna hear a word out of you unless you’re whining about how good I’m fucking you.” He said sternly, still not looking at you.

It was unusual that Jack wouldn’t make eye contact with you, usually it was the other way around, you wouldn’t always be able to hold his stare; but now he wouldn’t give you a glance.

The elevator opened on your floor, Jack grabbing your hand and pulling you out quickly, the alcohol and the ache from standing in your heels all night made it difficult to keep up with his long strides.

“Keep up darling, if you think you can’t walk now, just wait until the morning.” He seethed, opening the apartment door, signaling for you to enter. The door closed behind him, and he started to take his chain off, ripping it off in frustration.

“Bedroom. Right fuckin’ now. And I swear to fucking god if you’re not naked in the next 2 minutes Y/N-“ he growled. You bit your lip, core clenching at his tone as you proceeded to quickly run to your shared bedroom.

You tore your dress off, followed by your panties, leaving you just in your heels. You sat on the bed to take them off, before Jack’s voice stopped you.

“Leave ‘em on.” He said, his tone dark as he leaned against the doorframe. You swallowed hard as his dark demeanor walked before you, towering over your frame. You scooted to the middle of the bed and laid down, anticipation burning at your core, not knowing what Jack had in store for you.

Jack grabbed a black tie that was laid across the end of the duvet; thrown on the bed in a careless manner when he was putting together his outfit earlier, and walked towards the head of the bed, taking your wrists and tying them tight against the headboard. “Since you wanna be such a fucking brat, the only way I’ll get you to listen to me is if I tie you down, like a slut. That’s what you are, ain’t you baby?” He taunted you, pulling on the tie again to make sure it was secure.

“You’re the fuckin’ slut.” You spit at him.

“Awww, that ain’t how you supposed to talk to Daddy now, is it?” He kept mocking you, walking to the end of the bed while unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it out of sight. His toned arms were now on display, accentuated by his white undershirt as he bent down to grab at something you couldn’t see. The way his stomach flexed his fit figure through his tank made your core clench. You were desperate to see all of him, and you knew he would drag this out before he got undressed.

You let out a whine as you finally saw what it was he was looking for; a spreader bar. Jack smirked as he uncuffed the cuffs, slipping an ankle through each one, strapping you in securely. Your stomach was swirling with excitement and lust.

“Jack-“ you said in a breathy tone.

“What’d I say?” He questioned you, ceasing his actions to look up at you, icey blue eyes staring into yours. You were silent, knowing it was gonna be worse if you spoke.

“Oh, now you start to listen to me? Filthy fuckin’ girl, ain’t you?” He chuckled to himself, before abruptly adjusting the bar so your legs spread as far as they could. You felt a delicious burn run through your thighs, the feeling of you being pulled apart for Jack to devour you drove you crazy.

He crawled on top of you, eyes burning through yours, your breath shaky as his was calm.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you cry, until you can understand that you’re mine, and I’m yours.” He muttered.

He leaned down to your ear, his hot breath fanning over the skin.

“Safe word?” His tone was now gentler.

“Peaches.” You whispered.

“Good girl.” He smirked, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before his dark demeanor returned. Jack climbed off of you, and stood at the end of the bed, admiring the sight of you.

Another mischievous chuckle left his mouth, eyes darkening as he knelt down in front of your legs.

“So pretty..” he muttered, his fingers tracing your feet in your heels, up your legs and thighs. You shivered as your core clenched around nothing, goosebumps erupting all over your skin. “Such a shame you’re so bratty.”

Without warning, Jack drove his face into your pussy, messily licking, sucking, eating you out.

“Fuck, Jack!” You cried out, your pussy finally being tended to after hours of tension. He was relentless, eating you like it was his last meal. 

“Shit, shit- oh god!” you gasped, squirming in his grip, wrists pulling against his tie, knees buckling slightly inwards; the spreader bar resisting your movements. 

Jack hummed against your clit, inwardly laughing at your desperation. Continuing to suckle your nub, he worked two fingers inside your pussy, a soft squelching noise echoing the room. He released your clit with a small ‘pop’, and you let out a whine in response. His fingers continued to thrust in you, back and forth, the pads of his fingers curling and rubbing against that perfect spot.

“Oh fuck- yesyesyes” you moaned out, your fingernails making small crescents in your palms as you tightly made fists; rutting your hips to meet Jack’s thrusts with his fingers, your orgasm so close you could almost taste it. And then suddenly it stopped.

You let out a broken whine as your eyes flashed open, forehead creased in confusion and agony.

“W-why? I was almost there?” You groaned.

“Only good girls get to cum. And I’m still dealing with a whiny brat.” Jack said, lightly brushing his fingers against your clit, making you shiver in horny desperation. You heard him chuckle before meeting his eyes as he licked your essence off his fingers. “You do taste so fucking phenomenal though. Always do.” He said honestly.

“Fuck, Jack…” you exhaled.

“What baby? Tell me what you want.”

“Stop teasing.” You snapped at him, impatient.

“Now, now angel” he tsked, “that’s not how good girls talk. Try again sweetheart.” His hands now groping and massaging your hips and thighs.

“I- please..” you trailed off weakly.

“C’mon mamas, use your big girl words like you did earlier. Tell Daddy what you want. What you need.”

“Need you to fuck me Jack. Please. I can’t take it anymore-“ you begged.

Jack smirked and stood up, removing his clothes until he was fully naked. His thick cock stood tall, dripping with precum, making your mouth water. He climbed on top of you, slotting himself between your aching spread legs.

“Yeah? You want me? Cause a couple hours ago you couldn’t stand to look at me.” He teased, leaving sloppy kisses down your neck and onto your chest; his dick sliding against your folds, tip deliciously bumping into clit.

“Didn’t mean it. W-was pissed at you. I didn’t mean it, I don’t mean it.” You told him breathlessly.

Jack lifted his head from your neck and brought you into a soft, passionate kiss, causing you to moan in his mouth.

“S’okay baby.” He chuckled. “Know you didn’t mean it. Gonna fuck you so good, the only name you’ll remember is mine. Cause I’m yours; only yours.” He cooed in your ear as he slowly sunk into you.

You let out a satisfied cry, his dick stretching your walls out deliciously, you felt every curve, every vein of him, filling you perfectly.

“Fuck.” He exhaled. “This pussy always swallows me whole. Just like that mouth of yours.” He chuckled darkly before bringing you into a hot kiss. Jack angled your hips and started to fuck you into oblivion, his grip on you tight as he nipped your neck with teeth while you cried out in euphoria.

“I’ve never wanted anyone more than I’ve wanted you.” He began. “I have you, and I still desperately want you like you’re gonna slip away from me tomorrow.” He grunted in your ear as he continued to fuck you senseless. You wanted to respond, but all you could manage to let out were moans and cries, his cock pushing up against your g-spot.

Jack’s thumb pushed in-between your bodies to rub at your clit. The newly added sensation made your eyes roll back, brokenly whining out at the restrains you were in. You wanted to touch him, dig your nails into his skin, get increasingly closer to him. Luckily for you, Jack felt the same and decided to untie your hands, but he left the spreader bar as is.

“Fuck yes, Jack- oh my fucking god.” You moaned.

“I am so fucking hopelessly yours Y/N. You see that baby? Look at em, open your eyes.”

You managed to lift your eyelids and look at what Jack was talking about. The two astronaut necklaces you wore were now attached at the magnet as Jack hovered over you, grinding his hips against yours.

“I’m completely and utterly lost without you. I’m miserable even if I’m having a good day, until I see your face again. I’m yours. You’re mine.” He told you, ice blue eyes never leaving yours.

“I love you. So fuckin’ much, beautiful. You’re my girl. My everything.” He slowed his rhythm down, gently rocking into you as he kissed your neck, up along your jaw, where he made his way to your lips.

“I love you too, Jack. So, so much. So much, baby.” You felt the pent up anger from before, flow away from your body as you craved to be closer and closer to him, you wanted to live in his goddamn skin you loved him so much. Jack gently shushed you, kissing you softly before pressing his forehead against yours, looking down between you.

“They’re made for each other, just like we are. See?” He signaled down to your necklaces again, until your vision focused and saw what he really meant; his cock slick with your sex, slowly thrusting in and out your pussy. You clenched at the sight, letting out a soft whine, and Jack groaned at you tightening around him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, do that again baby.” His movements speeding up again. You clenched around him again and he let out a hot moan that made you shiver. Jack’s thrust grew quicker and quicker, the warm tight coil in your stomach tightening.

The smell of sex filled the bedroom, your feet aching at your heels and the restraint of the spreader bar, you were so close to cumming you felt tears slip the corner of your eyes.

“Aw sweetheart, you gonna cum? Yeah, angel?”

“Yes Jack, fuck-“ your nails dug into his back as you cried out.

“I’m yours Y/N. Yours. Gonna let me make you mine indefinitely? Will you let me pretty girl?” His tone was stern, but his words soft as he looked in your eyes.

“Fuck yes, I’m yours -do it, do it Jack, claim me.” You begged him as you wrapped your legs around him tighter.

His hips snapped faster, his high, and yours approaching quickly. “So fucking tight baby. This pussy is mine, m’gonna stuff you full with my cum, and you’re not gonna let any of it out, right princess? Gotta keep it safe for me, safe for Daddy yeah? Gonna make sure you get pregnant tonight; can’t wait to watch you grow our kid inside you, have everyone know I did that to you, have my kid, make you my wife, and then fuck you again and again, as many times and as many kids as you want baby.”

That’s all it took for you to be pushed over the edge. You let out a pornographic moan as your orgasm crashed over you. You felt like you were body was being electrocuted in the best way; as you were falling in a pit of euphoric bliss. You’re orgasm triggered Jack’s as you squeezed around his cock at a suffocatingly tight pressure, feeling his hot spurts of cum paint your walls. He let out a hot moan, grunting as he thrusted his final thrust into you.

The room was silent except for yours and Jack’s heavy breathing. Sweat slowly traveled down his hairline into yours, your skin hot and sticking to each other as the two of you were enveloped in an overwhelming level of body heat. Jack’s full weight rested against you, his chest hair lightly stretching your chest, his lips, finding yours again, softly kissing you before smattering kisses all over your face.

Jack’s hand came up and intertwined with yours as you both laid there.

“I love you, and I’m fucking stupid. I’m sorry.” He finally spoke, removing his face from your neck, laying it on your shoulder.

“Don’t say that about yourself. You’re not stupid, Jack. You were wrong, but so was I. We both were.” Your free hand came up to play with his curls as you placed a kiss to his sweaty forehead.

“Still, you’re right; I should have said something. Shouldn’t have opened her message in the first place. I’ll block her.” He exhaled, nuzzling into you.

“You don’t have to do that. Matter’fact, I have a better idea.” You looked down at him with a sly grin.

You grabbed his phone and fiddled with it, before typing a little.

“Enough about her. I’m not done with you, babygirl.” He growled, kissing down your body before settling between your legs, hungrily nipping at your inner thighs before delving into your pussy, face first.

You bit your lip, struggling to contain a moan, before breaking out a small smile. You looked down at your boyfriend before snapping a pic.

@jackharlow: he’s busy babe. Go bother someone else.

Attached was a picture of Jack eating you out, his grip on your hips tight and desperate, while he ate you out relentlessly.

You moaned loudly as his tongue worked his magic on you, tossing his phone to the ground before surrendering yourself completely to his assault of pleasure on your body.

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[ticklishbeans4]

Take a Break

Listen I'm on this Fionna and Cake train and I have no plans of getting off just yet, so enjoy this!

Simon had been traveling with Fionna and Cake for some time now, they were no closer to their goal unfortunately. He could feel the frustration rolling off of his companions, and he didn’t wish to anger them further like he always seemed to do, so he just kept quiet for now. They walked through this… pillow world? The crown was bunk here too, just a pillow crown that was about as magical as he was right now. The only reason they were still here was because Cake insisted they rest. He wasn’t against the idea, not fully at least. This world was soft and quiet and calm, he liked that part. But not moving also meant The Scarab could catch up to them at any time. They’d been lucky so far, but that luck could run out at any moment. And with his… well luck, they were on borrowed time.

He laid on the green fuzzy pillowy… meadow? That’s probably what it was. He laid in the meadow and looked up at the starry sky above him. Did he really want to do this? Go back to being Him? It would bring magic back to Fionna and Cakes world, and he’d be freed from his depressing life. Maybe he’d even find a way to block the madness. But not the way the Winter King did. He would never do that. He wasn’t a wad.

“Hey.” Fionna snapped, pulling Simon from his thoughts. “You’re being quiet! It’s weird!”

He sighed and sat up, “I just wanted to enjoy the peace and quiet while I could.”

“Well stop it! It’s weird!” Cake huffed, glaring at him with a face remarkably similar to Fionnas.

“Whenever I talk you two seem to get mad at me, now I’m not talking and you’re still mad at me. I just can’t win.” he rubbed his face and stood. “Let’s go. We’ve been here long enough.”

“Noooo! I’m all comfy and cozy!” Cake whined, laying back on the pillow meadow and rolling around.

“You won’t be so comfy and cozy when The Scarab turns you into a cube!” he snapped, softening when the cat looked stunned. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just… I don’t want us to get caught before we find a new crown.”

“Yeah but we can rest sometimes. My friend Marshal always says you gotta have a good work life balance!” Fionna grinned, getting comfy on the pillows.

He growled in frustration, grabbing his hair. “That’s- This isn’t a JOB! You were the one that was all urgent in Prismos cube! Now it’s like you don’t care at all!” 

“HEY!” she snapped, standing back up, getting in his face. “I care a TON! That’s my world in your stupid brain! All my friends and family! Everyone I love! I care more than you do! But we can’t run ourselves ragged over it! So sit down! Shut up! And RELAX!” She pushed him back harshly, which lost a bit of its effect since it was a very soft landing. But the message was clear.

Simon stayed on the ground, curling his knees to his chest. Relax? What a joke. He couldn’t relax for the life of him, he hadn’t been relaxed since… since he found that damn crown! Maybe a few moments with Marcy but… He would just have to wait till Fionna and Cake were done being stupid.

The silence was tense for the next while, Cake seemed to be the only one unaffected as she rolled around, kneading the ground and purring loudly. Simon just stayed curled up, not caring that it had gotten uncomfortable a long time ago. He couldn’t even think right now, he was just… upset! His head felt like it was filled with tv static and cotton, and it was somehow bullying him at the same time.

“Simon?” Fionna’s voice called to him, sounding softer than it had before.

“Yes?” he replied flatly.

There was a long pause, before he heard shuffling and the presence of someone behind him. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have pushed you. Or yelled at you. And I’m sorry for telling you to shut up.” He sighed, still curled up and still feeling awful. “I forgive you. And I’m sorry I said you didn’t care. I know you do.”

“It’s ok. I get it, we’re all pretty stressed. I just wanted to be able to take a minute, ya know?” she sighed, “I… I want to fix my world. I do! More than anything! Or… at the very least I want to keep it safe. But I can’t just… run all the time. Everyone needs a break, ya know?”

He was silent for a moment, mulling over her words, and how to respond. Not easy when he could barely think straight. “I… I do understand. I know what it’s like to want to protect someone… But also keep yourself from falling.”

“Yeah! Something like that!” she chirped, sounding significantly happier. “So… Do you feel rested and relaxed?”

“Not really, no. But if you’re ready to go, then we should go.” he replied, sitting up, yelping as his shoulders were grabbed.

Fionna looked at him with blazing and determined eyes, “No way! You deserve to chill just as much as anyone! We’ve been going at 110 percent for days! You need like, a nap or something!”

He gently removed her hands from his shoulders. “I don’t really… Do, naps. Not since I was very little at least.”

“WHAAAAAAT!?” Cake cried, rushing over and jumping on his chest, sending him crashing back to the ground. “How can you not take naps!? Naps are the best thing in the world!” “I just don’t! I can never fall asleep when it’s light out!” he cried, trying to push her off, but she just dug her claws into his jacket.

“Nah man! You’re taking a nap here and now!” Cake demanded, curling up on his chest and purring, but in a distinctly angry way.

He sighed heavily, “Fionna, get your cat off me. I don’t need, nor want, to take a nap!”

She shrugged with a distinct mischievous twinkle in her eye, “Well you gotta relax somehow! How do you usually relax?”

“I don’t.” he huffed, though a few things did come to mind on how he used to relax… Singing, dancing, he remembered a few times he’d be stressed out and Betty, or even Marcy back in the day, would tickle him to make him relax. …That somehow worked the best he found, back then at least.

Fionna scoffed, “That’s stupid! Everyone has something to relax! I drink, dance, party, watch tv, or pet Cake!”

“And I’m a cat! So I do nothing but relax!” Cake grinned, hopping onto Fionna’s back.

“Well I don’t have those things. I used to sing but… It doesn't really help like it used to.” he sighed.

“Weeeeelllll, you could sing right now!” she beamed, both girls leaning in close to his face.

For some reason, that got a snort out of him, and a smile as he pushed them away. “Get out of my face, ya weirdos!”

Fionna gasped, “Oh my god! He CAN smile! I thought it was a myth! We are bearing witness to a historical moment! Simon Petrikov, grumpyguss extraordinaire! Smiling!”

He rolled his eyes, “I’m not that bad!”

“Buddy, I can count on one hand with fingers left over the amount of times you’ve smiled.” Cake scoffed, bapping his nose with her paw.

He snorted again and brushed her paw aside, “That is so not true! I’ve smiled plenty of times!”

“No you have not!” Fionna argued, poking his face.

“Have so!” he countered, bapping her hand away.

“Have not!”

“Have so!”

“Have not!” “Yeah huh!”

“Nu-uh!”

“Yeah huh!” This poke was to his stomach, and much to his downfall, he yelped.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment as they all stared at each other. Simon could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he slowly and subtly tried to scoot back. But Fionna and Cake… they looked down right predatory. Eyes gleaming, grinning wide as they came closer to him.

“Say Simon~” Cake purred, “You aren’t keeping anything from us, right?”

“N-no! I wouldn’t do that! Not after everything we’ve been through!” he laughed nervously, looking between the two as they approached.

“You suuuuure?” Fionna grinned, lifting a hand, her fingers wiggling evilly. “Cause I mean… it sure seems like there’s something we could do to help you relax… And you didn’t tell us.”

He gulped, anticipatory giggles already rising in his chest. “N-no, I-I have no id-dea what you mean!”

“Awww! Look at ‘im! Already blushing like a schoolgirl!” Cake teased, which only made his blush worse.

He went to make another comment, but Fionna poked his stomach again and he squeaked. That seemed to be all it took as the girls pounced on him, Cake pinning his arms over his head as Fionna’s hands clawed at his stomach. Now he tried, he really and truly tried not to laugh, to not let them know how sensitive he was. But sadly, he was very sensitive, and it had been a long time so his endurance was shit, so he broke pretty damn quick. “Nahahaahahahah! Nohohohoho! Fiohohohohonna! Cahahahake!” he squealed, kicking out and tugging at his arms.

Fionna just laughed, scratching evilly at his stomach, like some crazed gopher trying to make a home. “No way! This is too good! If I’d known you were this ticklish, I would have done this way sooner!”

“Nooooohohohoho!” he snorted, turning his red laughing face into his shoulder so he didn’t have to look at her smug face.

“Hey! Don’t hide that smile now! I’m working hard for that!” she teased, poking at his ribs, jumping a bit as he shrieked.

“No wait! Not there!” he begged, but with the evil glint in her eyes, he knew he’d signed his own death warrant.

“Oh? Not… here?” she asked, poking his ribs, “Or here? Or here, or here, or here?” She was poking up and down his ribs, lingering a bit at the spot right above the bottom ribs since it made him shriek like a mad man.

“AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NOHOHOOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” he wheezed, snorting loudly under her evil fingers.

“What? Has poor Mr.Petrikov had enough?” she cooed, taking all her fingers and clawing at his ribs.

“YEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! MERCYYYYYY!” he pleaded, tears of laughter forming in his eyes.

It seemed Fionna believed him as she stopped tickling, and Cake released his arms. He curled up, still giggling as the phantom tickles ran their course.

“Yup.” Fionna sighed, clearly pleased with herself. “Definitely using that more often in the future.”

“The near future.” Cake laughed, poking Simon's side, making him squeal and roll away from her.

“Stahahp! Stahhap! I yeheheild!” he giggled, waving his hands to prevent more attacks.

The girls just laughed, flopping onto the ground next to him. Simon rolled onto his back, grinning as he stared into the sky. This was… strange. He actually felt pretty good for once, lighter. Maybe he just needed a good laugh, or to play again. Have some fun. …Maybe he just needed some friends in his life again.

“Still grumpy?” Fionna asked with a smirk.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes before he closed them. “I’m not answering that question. In fact… I’m taking a nap.”

“Ooooooooh! So Mr.IDon’tTakeNaps is suddenly all about nap time?” Cake teased.

“Meh meh meh meh meh.” he mocked back, opening and closing his hand. “No, y’all tired me out. I’m an old man! I can’t take that kind of torture like I used to!”

“Like you used to!?” they both cried, looming over him with eager expression.

“Oh Glob damn it.” he sighed, but not without a smile. This was going to be a long journey. But right now? …It didn’t seem as bad as it did before.

[lundenloves]

haiiii I was wondering if u could do a fic with Javier where the reader is goin thru it (like mental health problems), like maybe they r both back in texas and she worked in the dea as well and has flashbacks?? anyways javier comforts and pampers reader (like they share a shower or he gives a massage, etc)

↳ no warnings | fluff, gn!reader | 1k

javier can’t help himself. i just know that man would be cracking at dad jokes a few years down the line.

“Don’t. Just leave it.” You warned, sending a cautious finger Javier’s way and he took a step forward, completely ignoring your glare.

Ever since Columbia, you were fucked. Well and truly fucked. Your brain tripped you every time it got a chance and your partner turned partner-partner Javier would often bring you back down to earth. The best he could, anyway. But sometimes you non-admittedly enjoyed basking in your anger, resulting in you taking it out on him.

Which wasn’t entirely fair.

“Take that fuckin' step back, Javier.” You try again, snapping loud when he had held his hands up in surrender. “I’m serious.”

“Well, what’re you thinking about?” His voice low to match yours, reaching to touch your arm on the sly and earning a hard flinch accompanied by a weighty swat. “You gotta tell me, otherwise I can’t help.” He knew what she was thinking about.

Fucking guns, bullets, unnecessarily creepy men, the awful food, painfully bad decor along with the disgustingly warm heat in the office— it could really go on forever. But, he figured it was best for her to open up about it herself. Maybe the recall would work better in his favour instead of a guessing game resulting in scowls and attitude. Javier had the patience of a saint for your kick-offs and that was made known by the way he leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest with no plan of leaving. You wanted to slide down the cupboards onto the floor in dramatic effect.

“Stop asking me that, you know what i’m thinking.”

The sides of his lips turned downward with a tilt of the head. “Yeah. Doesn’t make you open up ‘bout it though, does it?”

A frustrated groan left your lips.

“Defeats the point though.”

The room fell silent as you tried to pinpoint what had you feeling so weak. Was it perhaps the scars across your torso for the multiple bullets and chases? Or was it the mental blackening of your dopamine levels, all cut to pieces ironically the second you had caught Escobar. Maybe your continuing inability to love yourself, finding ways to host negativity whenever you could.

You didn’t fucking know.

Javier hadn’t let go of his look on you, brown eyes unintentionally boring into your skull when you had looked to the floor. “I’m just,” A beat. “Tired. I still don’t feel exactly safe in Laredo.” Your admission didn’t come without an ounce of attitude, looking up to him with outstretched palms to clarify his happiness. A wide sarcastic grin of your own appearing. “Happy?”

He crossed the space between you, placing a gentle palm on your cheek. “Tell you what, you certainly didn’t lose the fire from Medellín.” You felt like grabbing his shirt and pushing him back for that comment alone and your eyes must've said so. His hand moved behind your neck, pulling you toward him. “I’m joking, i’m joking.” His words rounded off with a slight laugh at your furrowed brows.

You couldn’t be arsed with his jokes when you were in a bad mood, alas, jokes were an inch just out of being his love language. The choice was void. “You’re safe, as long as i’m here, you’re safe.” His tone light, shifting you into his chest and thumbing your hair behind your ear. “I promise.”

“Mmhm.” You nodded half-heartedly.

“Hell, you’re safe even if i’m not here. Laredo is nothing like Medellín, Cariña.” He rest his chin atop your head. “Nothing will change here. It’s stable.” Javier stood back, planting his hands either side of your shoulders and looking down to catch your eyes in his. “And if you don’t believe me, I’ll just have to ‘bang’,” He feigned boxing you, landing a ghost hit to your stomach. “Just like that.”

You couldn’t help but snort at his boyishness, smiling up at him with your best sincerity. To his credit, he was always able to make you laugh which was hard to do on days like this. ��I believe you.”

“Do you?” He pressed his forehead to your temple, continuing his shadow boxing facade. “Or are we gonna touch gloves?” You shoved him away from you with another laugh, following his lead when he had gestured you follow.

“Takin’ me to the bedroom, Javi?” You asked jokingly, knowing fine well he’s about to shower, and that you'd join.

He quirks a brow, stood on the threshold of your en-suite. “On our first date, Cariña? Never.” He quips, waving a dismissive hand your way and tapping the side of his nose. Both of you completely ignoring how your bedsheets were already strewn across the floor from this mornings efforts. “You clearly know nothing about me.”

His voice shouted above the water he had turned on, re-appearing by the door. “You want me to join you?” You asked, rolling your eyes with a faint smile at the dramatic hand that flew to his bare chest. "Scandalous."

"Utterly." He said with a tsk, offering his hand for you to steady yourself with when ditching the rest of your clothes. “I just worry about you, sweetheart.” You followed him into the shower and he pressed his forehead to your own, the water running from his darkened hair to yours. “It is safe here, you know.”

“Well, safe-r.”

He pushes hair from your face, holding your chin up so dark eyes meet his own. “It’s a small town. The only thing you’re not safe from is fuckin' word of mouth.” You laugh at the way his brows raise in seriousness.

“I know that much.” You almost whisper in comfort to his reassurance. “I know i’m safe, I just can’t help but—“

Javi pressed a finger to your lip. “That’s all behind us now, Cariña. All of it.” His soft graze against your cheek was enough to push your head flush to his chest, humming in contentment as his fingers rubbed at your shoulder blades with soap.

“Atleast I got you out of it, if nothing else but fucking trauma. Infact, maybe you’re trauma too.” Your eyes squinted at his playfully.

He tilted his head at your long exhale. “Trauma to your patience. You’re the real lottery winner, here.”

You laughed, closing your eyes in contentment as he rubbed at your back, circling his fingers round to your waist with the body wash. “I think you’d be right on both ends there, Javi.”

“I’m always right.” He quirked a self-assured brow.

“Sure you are.”

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[tiredofkeepingsecretsforyou]

I hate it here. Everywhere.

If I’m not doing well at work, motivate me to do better outside of “I gotta”. I know the truth of course. I do treat these kids badly. I am rude and I sigh a lot and voice my frustrations around them. I do genuinely get upset if I’m stuck with a dumb kid. This is horrible and I always regret these feelings because they’re evil, but they are true. It’s become so hard to just push emotions away. And with no motivation other than it’s the right thing to do. I know what the right thing to do is. But it is more important to me to be praised. It never happens.

I really want to die sometimes. Not completely blink out of existence, but have no presence in this world. The best I ever felt was when I was in Mexico. Not even a tourist, just an observer. A non entity eating chicken nuggets in Cancun, understanding nothing, not obligated to exist for anyone, just waiting for a bus that honestly could have never come.

I love my friends I truly do. But sometimes a completely detached solitude and non presence sounds so good. To be forgotten the second after I pass by. No extension of energy for any purpose. A walk in no direction at any time. Passing silently and unnoticed through liminal spaces.

How dumb does that sound? Who cares? I really do want to go apeshit sometimes. I always have to suppress my anger at feeling humiliated, at how little dignity I’m afforded. I want someone to take the full brunt of my emotions that I struggle to control. My anger wants someone else to carry itself. The weight of it is too heavy and I want to pass it to someone else. I want my pain to wash off and land on someone else. The cycle of violence must be broken, but a cycle is easier to follow than an uncertain road with uncertain destinations. The more I’m criticized, the less I feel capable of reaching any sort of enlightenment.

It’s just like Dar said about how people truly don’t want to change. Sometimes I don’t. I want everyone to accept that I will sigh if they interrupt me. I want to get angry when they disappoint me or make mistakes and I want to get away with it. Because it’s easy. I want to shout “WHAT?!” when someone knocks on my door. I want everyone else to bend to my will and my anger because it will never go away and as long as I exist, it will be a part of me. So accept it and move on. Take me as I am and shut up. I want to be like sick Jan and put my head on my desk and sigh and then have a song written about how my unique and upsetting personality is beautiful and needed in the world. Not a flaw, but an experience someone is delighted to have.

And Franz I understand you more and more the deeper I fall into my own void. The evil and upsetting are a part of the whole of a person. To criticize and try and change even a little causes twitching. Go ahead, poor thing. Lose your mind a little and demand to be understood. It’s annoying, but it isn’t all of you.

I am scary. I’m mean and I’m impatient. I genuinely don’t like some of these kids. Regardless of how my higher self recognizes how that’s terrible. The base personality still has those feelings. I don’t like B. because he doesn’t talk and his reading is awful. I hated E. because he was a spoiled brat with no respect for anyone and a waste of time for me. I hated D. because nothing worked on him. I’m expected to go above and beyond what is capable of myself for no motivation.

Is Gary going to be reprimanded for his behavior? He talks terribly to the kids and I never hear any retribution for him. Perhaps he gets it but it rolls off of him. Sometimes I wish I were more like that. Completely indifferent to others.

I hate this part of myself but it’s so easy and satisfying to give into it. To give up the fight and let the dominant personality take over. But it’s awful too. Because it’s not how I like to be. I like to be nice and get more dopamine from being nice. But it also takes energy I don’t have.

I should get to go home now rather than put up with kids. Because how the hell do you expect me to teach after giving me no motivation to do so?

[dredshirtroberts]

pain rambling under the cut

i don’t complain about my pain a lot. You’ll see a few rants on here from time to time about how i hate everything because it all hurts all the time and then i go quiet and i don’t say anything and it’s almost like it doesn’t exist.

and that’s not...inaccurate? to my lived experience with being in pain constantly. I’m almost twenty nine. i’ve been in pain since...fuck it I actually don’t really remember when I started hurting. I just know that it’s been getting worse and worse and worse as time goes on. The flares are more intense, the injuries happen more frequently, it takes me out for longer times each time it happens, and the background low-level of it lingers in a way it didn’t used to. Or maybe it’s just because it’s more than it was. I don’t know.

But on good days it’s negligible. I can work through it. i don’t notice it so much. It’s uncomfortable and still there but the OTC pain meds cover most of it and what doesn’t get relieved by those I can just ignore. And I do have more good days than bad for the most part. I just...

I’m so tired. I’m tired of hurting all the time. And I’m tired of feeling like I can’t say anything about it.

Friday was really bad but I did a full 8 hours at my job. But it was torture and I am paying for it still. I had to stop for a good few minutes and hide in the dish pit to try and get some relief, or at least not be seen by customers while I suffered. There were coworkers able to see me though and it...I don’t like being seen in pain, or uncomfortable. But there’s not really anywhere to hide in the store because the back is so small. So I just...was seen. In pain. I got asked if I was okay and I wasn’t but there’s not anything I can do about it and everyone else has injuries and pain and discomfort too so my complaining wouldn’t be worth anything. So I just...said it was fine.

I got asked again and I just was like...

I told her how I just live in a constant state of low level pain and honestly nothing really helps it. Good days OTC meds almost do, but it’s never all the way and on bad days it’s nothing at all. I haven’t tried anything stronger because I can’t. I explained it’s been like this, at this level or at least closer to this level, since I was like sixteen. it’s been...it’s been like thirteen years of being in pain, and no one...

no one fucking cares. Or...or they didn’t and so I just learned to live like this and it sucks. It sucks so much and I can’t go to the doctor: one, because I can’t fucking afford to go to the doctor even with health insurance and two, because when i’ve brought up my pain to the doctors before it was “you’re getting older this is going to be a thing” and “you’re overweight - you lose weight you’ll feel better” and I just

I refuse to go to a professional and be diagnosed with Old and Fat when I’ve felt like this since i was Young and Skinny (especially since i’m losing weight now and it’s getting worse) but I didn’t go to a doctor back then because my family doesn’t do doctors unless you’re actively dying. And even then it is treated like a hassle and the doctors’ opinions are regarded with Great Suspicion and I just...

Maybe I understand why now. I just.

I can’t...I don’t know why I have to live like this. Why my body won’t...won’t just work and not have to give me background levels of pain that if I ignore too long without rest will put me out of commission with something else to *make* me sit the fuck down (usually a migraine but sometimes I just am sick for a while because nothing else makes me stop. Because I can’t because it’s not worth the effort of trying to explain what’s happening when I don’t have an explanation).

I...even on good days sitting hurts, standing hurts, laying down hurts. Moving hurts and being still hurts. It hurt when I was exercising regularly and it hurt when I stopped doing any physical activity at all. It hurt at my desk job and it hurts at my Definitely Not A Desk Job. I wasn’t exactly being hyperbolic or just quoting Princess Bride when I said in my last pain-related post (yesterday) that Life is Pain. Because for me? it is. And it has been. And it won’t ever not be.

And...and that sucks. A lot. And I wish people could see that I’m in pain but they can’t so I just have to hide it when it’s okay and fight through it when it’s not and that’s just going to be how it is until something visible gives out or I die and I 

sorry

i’d take it back, delete it and rewrite it but the problem is that it’s true. I’m...I’m pretty sure this is just what the rest of my life is going to look like and it sucks.

Worst part? about all of this? is that my brain constantly tells me it’s not worth complaining about even in a kvetching sort of way because my coworkers, friends, relatives, just other people in general, will always have it worse than me and so it’ll just be brushed off like it was for so many fucking years and I...I’m not...I can’t...I’m convinced I don’t deserve to be vocal about how much everything hurts all the time because other people have it worse (and will tell me as soon as I bring it up and it’s never a solidarity thing it’s almost always a competition thing and I won’t compete. I will not argue that my pain is worth complaining about because I don’t...always think that it is. Until it’s bad and then It’s already so ingrained in me not to say anything or do anything except just push through that...). 

I just wish it didn’t hurt so much all the time. That I...that I got a break that wasn’t just “oh it’s less” but instead was an “oh it’s gone.” I can’t even imagine what that would be like. I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t in pain constantly, worse with the weather, with the alignment of the stars with the continued forward press of time as I keep surviving day in and day out and over and over and over and it’s no fucking wonder I wanted for so many years to just stop living because the thought of this continuing on for another one, five, ten, fifty years is horrifying but I know it’s what I’m looking at, future-wise and I can’t...

I’ll be okay. I will. This most recent flare and injury will heal and diminish and I will go back to being quiet about it and content that it’s not worse right then, and I will survive and keep pushing but...it’s just hard sometimes. it’s so hard. And i just...i wish I could make it stop. Just for a bit. Just for a day. 

in the meantime i’ll...continue avoiding asking doctors about it and keep ruining my stomach lining and liver and kidneys with OTC pain meds in higher-than-recommended doses to stave off the worst of it. It’ll....it’ll be fine. It always is.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Tell Me It's Okay

Pairing: Fezco (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: After Rue spent all day wandering around, trying to find someone to take her in, the reader witnesses a fight between the two friends. A fight that would have a longer lasting impact than his previous ones.

Song: "The Scientist" by Coldplay

Warnings: Swearing, heavy drug use, violence.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/n: I cried while writing this, thank you very much. I went off a bit from the original scene, so I hope it's still good.

"Yo, this movie is so real." Faye whispers, the smoke tumbling from her fat limps as she looks between Fez and I. I send her a nod and a giggle, my body cuddling further into Fez's body behind me. His arms are wrapped tightly around me, my back pressed against his chest. Fez lets out a soft laugh as he pulls the blunt away from his lips, his eyes flickering down to me as I gaze up at him.

"What's up, angel?" He whispers, my cheeks heating up at his kind words. My fingers trail along his inner thigh teasingly, a small snort leaving him as he bats my greedy hands away. I pout up at him as he rolls his eyes playfully, his eyes flickering back over to the TV. "Later." He mutters, my heart pounding against my ribs as I giggle proudly.

A loud knock at the door startles the four of us, Ash immediately on guard as he sits up. Fez does the same, my body sitting up so he can move around me to stand. The pounding continues, my eyebrows pulling together as Faye rolls her eyes.

"Please let it not be the fucking cops." She huffs, her head falling back against the chair as I laugh. I look back to Fez as he peaks through the blinds, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he opens the door.

"What's up, kid?" He asks, moving out of the way as Rue steps into the apartment. She shutters, her face flushed as she grips her stomach. She looks to be in a load of pain. Which is the understatement of the year.

"Hey Fez." She mutters, looking around the room to us all, giving us a half-assed wave.

"Rue, you look like shit." I call out, kneeling on the couch as my eyes flicker over to a concerned Fez. He just gives me a slight shrug as Rue shakes her arms out, running a hand through her messy hair.

"Yeah, I feel like fucking shit." She blows out a frustrated breath of air, turning back to Fez as he crosses his arms over his chest. "I think I'm going through withdrawal, Fez, I need something." She mutters, my head tilting to look at Ash as his knee bops up and down nervously. The room is tense as Fez shakes his head, his shoulders shrugging.

"Sorry, can't help you. Don't have nothing here." He replies simply, the girl deflating in front of him as she sighs exasperatedly.

"Fuck man." She hisses, her hands rubbing over her face as I shift nervously on the couch, Fez picking up on my anxiety. He gives me a gentle nod, a small smile on his lips as he turns back to his friend. "You gotta have something. That's bullshit." She huffs, my fingers picking at the couch cushion as I sigh.

"There's nothing here, Rue. Not since we got raided last time." I add, Fez's face falling in relief at my words. He certainly didn't want to be the one to tell her, but now her anger was directed at me. She spins on her heel to face me, her face twisted up in anguish as her eyes flutter shut.

"Fuck..." She trails off, her eyes looking back to the hallway. "Well, can I use your bathroom?" She asks, Fez nodding as he walks behind her, their conversation heard from down the hall.

"Where'd you come from, Rue?" Fez calls out, the slamming of the door definitely indicating that she did not want to talk about it. "You sure you're alright in there, kid?" He asks, my face warming at his care. He cared too much sometimes.

"I'm shittin' my brains out, Fez, please go away!" She calls out, a soft laugh leaving my lips as I turn to Faye, her head shaking with a giggle.

"Well, do you want some pepto bismol or something-"

"No, Fez, no- fuck." She huffs and I watch as Fez's shoulders deflate, his body turning around to face the living room. He sends me a shrug and a sheepish smile, making his way back over to the couch with a sad sigh.

"Come here, Fezzy." I pout, pulling him into my arms as he laughs quietly. His head presses against my chest as I chuckle, rubbing his back as he scoffs.

"I was just tryna help." He whispers with a shrug, my chest rumbling in laughter as I nod, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head. All of a sudden, he stills in my arms, his head tilting to look up at me. "Fucking hell." He mutters.

Suddenly he sits up, his head turning in the direction of the hallway as everything in the room stops. Ash shares a similar look, his head shaking tiredly as Fez rises to his feet. I watch as he makes his way out of the room, my eyes flickering back to Ash as he sighs.

"She's gonna raid grams room. She knows we got drugs in there." He whispers, his head falling into his hands as he panics. My heart stops in my chest, my breath stalling as Faye stands. She makes her way over to the couch that I'm seated on, her arms wrapping around my shaking frame as I prepare for a blow out. You can hear their words in the other room, Rue's quiet pleads.

That is, until a huge crash sounds throughout the room, all of our ears perking up. Fuck. Swearing and yelling immediately sounds out as Fez yells, my eyes shutting firmly as I feel Faye hold me tighter to her. I sit up straighter at the sound of another crash, the blonde girls arm still around my shoulder to prevent me from getting involved.

"Get the fuck off of me!" Rue yells, the two of them finally breaking into the living room as Fez drags her. His arms around around her torso as she flails, her loud, pained sobs probably being heard throughout the whole apartment complex.

"I'm not doin' this shit today, Rue!" Fez yells, my body flinching at the noise, Faye grabbing my head and pulling me to her chest. Tears prick my eyes as they scream at each other, Fez just trying to get her out of the apartment and into the night.

He knew I didn't like anger, how much it scared me. I didn't like confrontation. I would physically remove myself from the apartment whenever he would have deals, not being able to handle if something went wrong.

"It's okay." Faye whispers, her hands rubbing up and down my biceps. Quiet sobs leave my lips, my knees tucked up into my chest as the apartment falls eerily quiet as the front door slams. I listen to the sound of Fez's heavy breathing, the noise of the lock clicking sounding throughout the apartment. "Hey, it's all good." Faye whispers, her hands nudging my head out from hiding. She looks between my eyes, her eyes worried as she looks past me. I tilt my head to see Fez, a small frown on his lips as he pulls me off of the couch and into his arms.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, sitting down on the couch with me in his lap, my fingers tightly fisting his t-shirt. He presses a kiss to the side of my head, his fingers raking through my hair as I tremble.

"Did she hurt you?" I ask in a whimper, my head tucked into his shoulder as he shakes his head. "Do you promise?" I lean back, his eyes pained as they look over my face. He sends me a small nod, his hands reaching up to cup my cheeks gently.

"I know you get scared. I'm sorry." He apologizes, his thumbs catching the tears that leave my eyes as I sniffle. "Ash, go check to see if she's still out there, please." Fez calls out to his brother, my chest deflating as I wrap my arms around Fez's neck. He pulls me tightly to him, holding me together as I whimper quietly.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, my anxiety still heightened but my sobs now quieting down as Fez pulls back to look at me.

"Why you apologizing? Ain't no reason for that shit. Not now." He whispers, his eyebrows pulled together as I nod, my gaze flickering down as Faye sighs next to us.

"Next time, I'll handle the crazy junky." She sighs, lifting the blunt to her lips as I let out a teary laugh. Fez does the same, thankful for the girl beside us. Sometimes we needed her comedic relief. It's perfect in times like this. "Takes one to fucking know one, am I right?"

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[genshin-obsessed]

hi! could I get some headcanons of scaramouche getting jealous because someone is touchy-flirting with his male! s/o. thanks💞

ooh this was fun! I hope you like it!! Would also like to apologize for two things: this is extremely late and its not headcanons :') sorry!

Character: Scaramouche Genre: Fluff? Length: 664

Slightly Jealous

“Ok, ok, relax!” You chuckled as you pushed your friend back. “I’ll do it, no need to get so pushy!”

“Sorry,” they laughed as they backed off before sighing, “anyway! I gotta head off. But let me know how it goes, yeah?”

“Of course. Thanks for spending time with me today!” You said, giving them a quick hug before they backed off.

“Anything for you!” With one last smile and wave, your friend was off, disappearing into the crowd in seconds. Your smile remained as you stared in the direction they went before tossing out your finished drinks and began walking home. However, on the way there, you ran into your boyfriend.

He was standing not too far from your front door, leaning on your fence. His arms were crossed and he wasn’t looking at you.

“Hey! Where have you been all day- oh, everything ok?” As you got closer, you could see the deep frown on his lips and the anger in his eyes. When they shot to you, you jumped a little before tilting your head. “What’s wrong?”

“Your friend is touchy.” He replied simply as you stopped in front of him.

“Well… sometimes. Not always, today was probably just a good day for them.” You replied with a shrug, but it didn’t seem to help out his frustrations very much.

“Too touchy.”

“It was one time, Scaramouche. It wasn’t even that serious. They asked me to do something for them and so they grabbed my arm. They weren’t all over me or anything.” You replied, feeling a frown on your own face. Sure, your friend might’ve been extra touchy but they were usually quite mindful of stuff like that. They didn’t sit too close, they weren’t always over you, and generally preferred to keep their distance. Some days, however, that wasn’t the case.

“What about your other friend? From yesterday.” Ok, that friend was a completely different story.

“I… don’t spend much time with them. Because they flirt a lot and they don’t understand distance. I didn’t even intend to see them yesterday, they just spotted me.” You replied with a shrug, not even needing to think over your words. “Please stop this Scaramouche, I didn’t do anything. And if it really upsets you that much, I can just ask for more distance.”

At your words, Scaramouche fell silent and even looked away. No, he didn’t like that idea; not at all. With a sigh, his arms fell at his sides and he shook his head.

“No. I… don’t want that.”

“Then what do you want? Is it something I’m doing? I can change it for you.” He sighed again at your words and shook his head.

“No, (y/n), you shouldn’t be saying that to me. Or anyone. Why would you change how you live your life because it bothers me?” He asked, looking back at you. There was no anger in his eyes anymore, just confusion and maybe frustration.

“Well it’s upsetting you and I don’t want to do that. So I’ll just-”

“No.” He interrupted, looking at you, “stop that. I… I’m fine. It was a little unreasonable for me to speak to you the way I did. Sorry…” he finished, looking away. You were silent for a moment before smiling at him and moving closer.

“Let’s just… forget about it, yeah? We’ll work on it later but I just wanna spend time with you. I missed you.” Scaramouche nodded as you led him into your house but he did make a mental note to handle emotions. You weren’t one of his lackeys and he was still learning that. Progress was slow but you appreciated every step he took and that just fueled his need to make more progress. Of course, there were days where he reverted to his old ways but they happened less and less and he, himself, would be able to think through the situation. He was proud of himself, if he was being honest.

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all for me .

frank castle x f!reader .

summary : sometimes you just gotta take what you need .

i do not even wanna get into my opinions on karen - but take this . is it acceptable to make more karen ‘hate’ fics ? requests are open - but anyway enjoy hopefully.

warnings : 18+, smut, oral (f receiving), penetration.

karen page. currently number one on your shit list. you just couldn't help it. she looked at frank like you looked at frank - and it was really starting to get under your skin. and there was no doubt frank was noticing.

and that's how he ended up here, with you sitting all pretty on his face. he couldn't deny he enjoyed this for his own purely selfish reasons, but how much you enjoyed it was a perk too. he was sure your slick was all over his jaw and nose at this point, but he barely even cared enough to register. 

at first he's encouraging you to rock your hips against his face with his hands on your hips, just until you get the hang of it yourself. he's trying really hard to comprehend your words of ownership, or degradation or whatever shit youre spewing - but he's a bit to focused on how your tits are moving while you rock on his face, and the pleasurable pain of the harsh tugs on his hair. and he's sure you're barely comprehending what youre spewing either cause after you hear his muffled voice tell you to ‘make a mess for me, sweetheart’ you're shaking and cumming in his mouth, and all over his face.

he can't help but take over rocking your hips for you again, really. but he can tell you're still upset when you're finally coming down from your high and you're pinning his wrists above his head. of course he doesn't mind, hes willingly letting you. and soon you're making your way to rocking your hips back and forth on his sweatpant covered lap, hands still pinning his wrists above his head.

you really can't help yourself from wanting to be slightly mean to him. i mean he just let karen touch him and talk to him like he was hers or something. like he doesn't already have you waiting at home for him.

and soon you're sliding down his cock, and sinking all the way down to his lap. you can't help yourself from tugging him up by his hair, to show him how upset you are with a kiss. once you stop to get a breath of air, he's whispering in your ear to ‘take what you need, baby.’

and you can't understand why it just fuels you to take all your anger out right there. and he can't understand why you're not like this more often. he can't help but enjoy just how pretty you look like this. taking what you need from him. maybe it's just how primal you seem, sure you're a little rough around the edges but you're usually just such a sweetheart to frank. to see you just take out all your pent up frustration on him - he cant help but feel riled up.

and he almost cums when you're asking who he belongs to. of course he doesnt hesitant to respond, and of course the answer is you. ‘all for you, sweetheart’ he can't help but say a few moments later, taking a strong grip on your hips.

‘all for me’ you're muttering, before he takes over bouncing you himself. he can't help that either. he just wants to give you what you need, after all he is all for you.

[foreverrogers]

caffeine and desk chairs

"Want me to help you relax some more?"

The response is already on the tip of his tongue before you finish asking, spills out of his mouth without missing a beat. "Please."

Pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

Summary: deadlines mean peter's had too much caffeine, and you have to convince him to take a break

Warnings: SMUT!!!! 18+!!!!!! cursing, mutual masturbation, absolute faintest breath of sub!peter if you squint, basically PWP, self-indulgent filth

Words: 1.5k

A/N: this fic is the product of me leaving all my uni work until the weekend and remedying this through iced coffee and fanfiction. hope you enjoy!

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It's 11pm, and Peter has too much energy.

He gets like this, sometimes, when he crams for exams or attempts to squeeze out a 3000-word essay in a night, gets halfway through and realises his brain is moving too quickly to think straight.

It tries to pour out of him unconsciously, pent up energy usually exerted on bad guys slowly building in the quick bounce of his knee under the desk, the compulsive clicking of his pen.

He sighs when he feels your hands on his shoulders, the gentle pressure trying to steady him, brings him a quiet moment of relief as he stretches his neck side to side to work out the stiffness in his posture.

"Don't s'ppose I can convince you to come to bed?"

You're bending down now; he can feel it in the way warm breath brushes against the back of his neck, a single kiss planted on his shoulder before your hand is slipping down his chest to rest over his heart.

You can feel the rapid pulse against your palm, the culmination of a looming deadline and his fifth cup of coffee.

"I've been reading the same sentence for 5 minutes," He says, not really answering the question, enough resigned frustration in his voice that you get the answer anyway.

Another kiss to his shoulder, this one meeting the bare skin beside the collar of his shirt. "You gotta take a break, Pete." And another, pressed to the crook of his neck, his instinctive reaction to the sensation to open himself up to your course, tilting his head to the side.

His eyes are still fixed to his screen even as lips glide over skin, his hand coming up to settle over yours. "I'm fine, really, I just need a couple hundred more-"

"Pete," You interrupt, tone firm but still light, careful to convey concern rather than anger. "You're practically vibrating. Just take ten minutes."

He forces his leg to stop moving then, hadn't realised how aggressively it had been bouncing, finally lets himself lean into your touch a little.

You can tell he's still not convinced, can see the unsure pinch of his eyebrows reflected in the dimmed screen of his laptop, and so you lean up until your lips brush the shell of his ear. "For me?"

He swivels around in his chair then, briefly breaks the contact of your arms around his chest, reaches for your waist when he meets you again and you let him pull you into his lap, can't help the smile that blooms across your face.

His hands are on you immediately, a new outlet for an overcharged body, urgency in the way he gropes at you, the way his mouth moves against yours, presses you flush against him.

You feel him finger the hem of your shirt, lift it up just an inch before your hands are slipping over his, bringing them up to settle over your hips. "Hey," You smile, pull away a little when he tries to catch your lips again, kiss him slow when you're satisfied with the calming of his movements. "Slow down, I'm not going anywhere."

"Sorry," He breathes, blushes into the faint smile he gives you. But he's already fidgeting again, one finger tapping a quick pattern against the dip of your waist.

"Don't be," You whisper, return his small smile, make sure to keep the kiss easy when your lips meet his again. "Just relax."

He takes a deep breath, and you move your hand back over his heart to feel his chest expand with it, feel him melt back into his chair with a steady exhale.

"There you go," You mutter against him, try not to break the kiss, quietly revel in your ability to turn him to putty under you with only the slightest of touches.

And, well— this had started out as an innocent attempt to get him to take a break, but now he's tightening his grip at your hip and you can feel him straining against his sweatpants as he presses into you and when he deepens the kiss you can't help but let him.

The hand on his chest starts to slip down, lingers over every ridge of muscle it can map over his clothed abdomen. And then you finally find the drawstring of his pants, and the feeling of your fingers hooking into his waistband is enough to make him gasp into your mouth in anticipation.

The reaction makes you smile, make a torturously slow show of pulling the knot loose. "Want me to help you relax some more?"

The response is already on the tip of his tongue before you finish asking, spills out of his mouth without missing a beat. "Please."

And then you're touching him, already hard, cock bobbing against his stomach as you stroke him soft and slow, and the next exhale he gives catches in his throat, turns into a whine that makes you clench around nothing.

He must notice the way you shift in his lap, moves his own hand down to cup your core, presses his palm firmly against your clit. "Can I touch you?"

You don't stop your movements when you pull away, fully intend on insisting on taking care of him, on helping him relax, on giving himself over to you, but suddenly the pressure is too good and the look in his eye is too desperate and you find yourself nodding. "Just keep it slow."

He nods back, feels your thumb brush over the head of his cock and can't manage to form any other agreement.

The next glide of your hand is easier, slick with precum, and you're suddenly grateful you chose to start all of this in pyjama shorts, gives him easy access to nudge aside the crotch of your shorts and panties and slip two fingers inside you.

You're already just as wet as he thought you would be, tight, velvet heat welcoming the stretch of his fingers, aching pleasure manifesting in the moan of his name, the dip of your head against his neck.

Everything is warm, heat against heat against wet, a mess of limbs and dest fingers and moans spilt into a desk chair.

He does as you asked, curls his fingers slowly against that perfect spot deep inside you, each languid movement just a few seconds apart, has you aching for more pressure, more friction.

And so you do it for him, hips rocking against his hand as you start to speed up the stroking of his cock.

"Fuck, Y/n..."

He feels you clench around his fingers at the sound of your name, breathy and needy on his lips, makes you lean back to look at him as the grind of your hips becomes even faster.

"'S that feel good?" You ask, free hand moving up to hold his jaw, thumb catching his bottom lip, dragging it down, and he can taste the salt of your skin when he nods.

Your thumb moves to brush his cheek, lets him speak unabetted. "Thought you wanted to go slow," He mumbles, breathes it heavy against you when your mouth slots over his.

"Fuck slow."

You kiss him just in time to swallow the deep moan he releases, forever the one to make you feel and taste and hear just how good you make him feel, the result of yet another quicken of your fist up and down his cock.

The chair is squeaking now, the scrape of metal against metal melting into the sounds already echoing around the room, whining and heavy breath and slick, and you would be more concerned about it giving out under your combined weight if it weren't for the way the flat of Peter's palm was circling your clit, the curl of his fingers faster and faster and faster until—

"Need you to cum for me," You breathe, feel the warmth knotting through your lower stomach about to overflow.

"'M right with you, baby. Right-"

And then you're both falling, meet in a clash of lips and teeth and moans, pulsing and messy as hands finally slow.

You settle firmly in his lap, fingers still pressed deep inside you, both of you collapsing against the other's shoulder, try to bring your minds back to a tangible world.

And then the chair finally gives, keels under the leaning pressure and deposits you directly on the floor, lurches you rudely out of your post-orgasmic bliss.

"Are you okay?"

You ask it at the same time, answer in a shared rush of laughter.

Peter's legs are still dangling over the edge of the toppled chair, pushes you further up his body so your face is hovering over his, your hand on his chest keeping you up.

The laughter melts into grins, smiles pressed into a kiss. "I think this is a sign you should come to bed."

"Only if I get to touch you like that again."

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[erodasfishtacos]

Take a Hike

Prompt: When Harry and Y/N take the baby for a hike and end up being followed by fans.

word count: 2.2 k

contains: language, sexual content

Harry was furious. He just wanted to go on a hike  - like a normal family on a warm June day in a beautiful foreign country.

You were currently in Madrid - on Harry’s European leg of the tour.

While Harry had been doing press - you and Sasha had taken to the hotel pool where she could splash and enjoy the water all day.

It wasn’t without a eagle-eyed security guard who lurked in the background for shady characters and overzealous fans.

Fans - they wanted picture with you because you were Harry Styles’ wife. Not inherently famous on your own.

It was a bit odd, but you didn’t mind occasionally stopping to snap a pic with a excited fans. 

However, when you and Harry were out with the baby - it was completely off limits. Neither Harry nor you would stop for fans and paparazzi if you were toting around your little love.

She didn’t like the crowds and shouts that came along with swarms of people. She would slap her little hands over her ears, dig her face into her parent’s neck, and whimper.

Harry had always been protective of you when it came to these situations. One of the major downfalls of being so famous.

Harry had nearly gotten arrested when a clumsy pap had nearly push you over while you were eight months along. 

**

You and Harry had loaded up all the necessities for the five-mile hike on one of the trails right outside the city.

Sasha had a generous amount of sunscreen on and a little hat to protect her face. She refused to wear the sunglasses.

Harry had a pack for her - so you helped him load your two-year-old onto his back. He knew it was going to ache like a motherfucker but she was a bit too heavy for you. You opted for the backpack with everything in it.

The trail was semi-busy. Both of you donned sunglasses and hats to attempt to disguise yourselves a little bit.

Harry had even pulled on a hoodie - despite the heat - to cover his very recognizable tattoos.

You made it the two and a half miles in without any interruptions. 

Sasha falling asleep halfway through the trek with her cheek smushed against her father’s shoulder blade.

You snapped a few pictures in front of the waterfalls and beautiful rock structures. But you had decided not to wake your daughter from her nap.

You and Harry had taken an obligatory kissing selfie that would likely be your new Lock Screen. 

You both had made the mistake of taking off your sunglasses for the picture because you can hear muted whispers from other tourists.

“Is that fucking Harry Styles?”

“Yes. Oh my god! That’s his wife and baby!”

“Snap a video, Emilia!”

Harry’s noticeable tenses as he slides his sunglasses back onto his nose. Protective papa bear was in full-force around strangers who knew who he was.

The most important thing in Harry’s mind was his family’s safety.

“Let’s go, lovie,” Harry murmurs softly. His British accent surely giving him away if they heard it.

You nod anxiously - pointedly not making eye contact with the fans and small group that was gathering.

As you begin the journey back down the small mountain - you notice the group trailing behind you. Following you guys.

Jaw clenched, you want to scream at them to stop taking pictures of your sleeping baby. But you attempt to keep your cool.

It wasn’t more than ten teenage girls but it didn’t really matter who it was.

The girls are getting louder, more excited. When one of them squeals in joy of seeing her celebrity crush - who she had ticket for his concert tomorrow as did the rest of the group.

The noise startles the curly-haired baby on Harry’s back awake. She immediately starts crying - her hands coming to grip frantically in her fathers matching curls.

“Daddy,” Sasha sobs, grabbing at him as the girls keep snapping pictures and cooing.

Harry’s face is stone - attempting to keep his anger at bay. He was about to lose his shit and you couldn’t blame him.

He couldn’t always treat people with kindness.

“Down, want down,” she lisps, no longer wanting to be confined in her pack. It was also most likely time for a diaper change.

“Not right now, sweetheart. Please be good for mumma and I,” Harry rasps, reaching back to give her leg a comforting pat.

You look at your husband, “Please - let’s just try to make it out of here as soon as possible.”

Harry sighs, “I’m sorry, love.”

You brush his shoulder lightly, “it isn’t your fault people act this way. I just can’t stand when this happens around her.”

Harry’s slight smile from your reassurance turns into a glare when he realizes the nosy fans were trying to talk to his upset baby - who notably did not like strangers.

He’s quick to unstrap the toddler and shuffle her into your arms. You cradle her and turn you back away from the group. 

“Mumma, no cameras,” she whines, her words a little jumbled but you understood.

“I know, baby. Daddy’s going to take care of it,” you coo assuringly. Her fingers finding their way into her mouth to soothe her.

Harry slides her carrier off his shoulders and tosses it next to your feet. He’s trailing over to the jumpy, overly-excited fans.

“Listen,” he states firmly, speaking loudly over their giggles, “y’need to stop following us and takin’ pictures. You’re scaring our baby.”

They chatter a bit, begging from picture and then they promise they’ll leave us alone.

“Absolutely not,” Harry states, trying to stay level headed with these immature teens who adored him.

With that, he’s headed back to you guys. The girls shouting unflattering things at him like “asshole” and “douchebag.”

He decided to ignore it and quickly allows you to strap the baby back into her carrier. His eyes study your face to make sure you’re alright and you give him a calm smile, squeezing at his bicep.

—- 

The girls trailed off after a few more minutes of following us. Harry hummed and sang a few nursery rhymes to Sasha to keep her calm but she was still fussy.

Back the hotel, Sasha was freshly bathed and laid down for a nap in the second bedroom. A baby monitor sat on the bathroom countertop as you two showered off the sweat and dirt.

Harry was still upset about the incident so you decided upon a good cuddle in a warm shower. His cheek was rested in the top of you head and his arms holding you to his wet chest.

“Just want to be normal - for one fuckin’ day,” he huffs with frustration.

“We had a totally normal, fun hike. It wasn’t ruined, I promise. It’s our reality so they’re is no use in being upset about it.”

Harry loved how level-headed you were to balance out his irrational, impulsive feelings and actions.

“You’re t’good to me, I love you.”

“At the end of the day, I knew what I was signing up for when you and I got married. I also knew when we had Sasha that paparazzi would still hound you.”

“Didn’t sign up to be harassed constantly though. I just feel so bad about it sometimes. It scares Sasha and it makes me feel like a bad father.”

You knew he was about to throw himself into a downward spiral if you didn’t distract him. 

“You know what else I signed up for when I married you?” I murmur into his neck, letting my lips ghost over his hammering pulse.

“Wha’s that?” He asks genuinely, a little slow on the uptake because of how deep in thought he was.

“That you would fuck me whenever I wanted,” you nearly purr, landing a not-so-gentle nip to the vein protruding on his neck.

“Is tha’ right? Put a ring on your finger and now I gotta give you my cock whenever you please?” He grunts at your teeth pinching his sensitive skin.

It’s amazing how it takes little to no effort to get this man in the mood.

“Mmm, if you want to be a good, dutiful husband,” you taunt - knowing he’ll take the bait.

“Am I not a good husband, pet? I fuck you any chance you let me. Give it to you anytime time you wan’ it. You know that.”

His hand is tugging your thigh up roughly, making your centers align with delicious pressure as he slips right between your folds.

“Harry,” Y/N groans, your head falling down to watch where he’s teasingly grinding his cock against your entrance and clit.

“Want me t’put it in, love?” He drawls like he has all the time in the world. The water pelting on his back making him pink.

“Ple-please,” you choke out, nipples harden against his chest even in the warmth of the shower. Sensitive with every brush against his smooth pecs. 

“You know what else you signed up for when y’married me?” He asks, his voice as deep and smooth as honey.

“What?” I reply, whining each time he teases at pushing in.

“That when you beg for my prick - you’ll be a good girl and take it.” 

With that, he’s thrusting up into you with full force. His sharp hipbones meeting the plushy, soft skin of yours.

“Ooh, oh fuck,” Y/N gasps, wrapping an arm around his neck as he presses brushing marks into your thigh where he’s holding you for leverage.

“C’mon, you can take it,” your husband goads, relentlessly hitting the spot that send licks of flames of your spine.

Your legs are feeling weak with how hard he’s pounding into you. He is so intuned with your body that he moves his hands to you backside.

He lifts you up easily, your legs wrapped around his waist, and his presses you back into the cold tile wall. 

He was so fucking good. How’d you manage to marry him? Unexplainable. 

“Am I good husband? Fuck you well enough?” He hisses against your open mouth as you pant heavily.

“So so good, H. Best husband ever,” you whimper, welcoming the friction from his pelvis against your swollen bud.

“Sweet girl,” he murmurs happily, “I think you deserve to come”

You throw your head back as he speeds up, fingers reaching to flick at your nerves - just on the right side of painful.

It’s just what you needed to climax. He always somehow knew what you needed. His fingers are consistent as he lets you ride it out.

It is only a few more rough thrusts before he’s cursing and coming as well. His hand grasping harshly at your jaw to bring you into a searing kiss.

“Never gonna get sick of watchin’ you come on my cock,” he chuckles, carefully placing your feet back on the ground but keeping a tight hold of your hips.

You lean in to give him a quick but meaningful kiss before going about cleaning your body again after the mess you two created. 

It takes a little longer than necessarily due to you constantly having to bat his wandering hands away from your body.

—-

It dark out now, the city of Madrid illuminated through the large windows of the high-rise hotel.

Sasha was exhausted after the hike and full day at the pool - despite napping twice. She was always out like a light around eight-thirty

You were tightly tucked into Harry’s side, head resting on his shoulder. Your eyes becoming bleary from drowsiness. 

Your toddler was sprawled out on Harry’s chest, fast asleep with one of your husband’s large hands resting on her back. 

Harry was scrolling aimlessly through his phone when he chuckle softly, handing you his mobile to see what was on the screen.

It was a video-recording of an Instagram Live. 

The video forwarded by Jeff. The volume low to not disturb your daughter.

It was a teenager girl who looks unpleasantly familiar.

“Um - yeah. So we saw him and we were hiking freaking out. ‘Cause like we’re going to his concert tomorrow.”

Then girls eyes flick to the commenters to answer questions.

“He had his baby. His wife was there too.”

“No, so he was so unfriendly! He flipped out because we wanted an autograph!”

The girl was mimicking Harry’s thick accent, “when we asked for a picture - he legit said ‘absolutely not.’”

I shake my head at the girl’s antics, “how dare you not take a photo. You’re such a dick.” You tease.

Harry smirks, taking the phone back and tossing it on the cushion. His hand rubbing gentle circles on his sleepy baby.

“None of tha’ matters,” Harry says softly, “I don’t care what anybody but you thinks ‘bout me. At the end of the day, as long as I have you and the bab - I’ll be happy.”

[iwadori]

Getting hurt in argument PT 1 (Iwaizumi, Tsukishima)

hi!! so can i request a hurt to comfort with iwaizumi, tsukishima and any character that you want ? i saw you had reblogged a prompt list so you could us 18 for inspiration! @sheiscalling

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Word count: 2.1K

Genre: angst,fluff

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Tsukishima:

You and Tsukishima just moved in with each other a few days ago

Sharing a house has kind of put you at odds

As getting used to each others habits takes a while to get used too

You just hope that after a while things will go back to usual

Tsukishima has been conveniently busy since you guys moved in together, claiming he has to practice more since the Sendai Frogs have a supposed upcoming tournament. 

So he’s left you to your own devices unpacking boxes, picking out and buying furniture whilst working from home. Today’s task is choosing the wallpaper, which you wanted to ask Tsukishima’s opinion on (since he’s always been judgmental of certain colours, patterns and prints.)

Y/N: Hey Tsukki! You coming to *insert store that sells wallpapers here* today… it closes at 5pm??

Kei: Yhh practices finishes at 1 so I’ll probably run some errands get changed and meet you there for 3

Y/N: Okay! See you then <3

You were ecstatic, Tsukishima is finally going to do something for your new place and on the plus you get to spend time together. Maybe you’ll get to go to that new desert place across the road from your house.

2:45PM

You decide to get there a tad bit early so you can have a few options picked out (as you know how detailed and picky Kei can be.) As you picked out paints and swatches you noticed how time went by…

3:14PM

Surprised that Kei isn’t here right on the dot (since he despises lateness and on many occasion have reprimanded you when you’ve been just a tiny bit late) but just assume he’s stuck in traffic or something.

3:32

You’re still standing outside waiting, getting a tiny bit embarrassed of the looks of the passer-by strangers as if they could tell you’re desperately waiting for someone. You checked your phone, expecting a message from Kei explaining his lateness or saying he’lll be there soon.

4:00

He’s now an hour late, with no contact at all which got you frustrated as you really hoped that he would do at least one thing for you today. So you decided to go and choose what YOU want since it seems that Kei doesn’t seem to really care.

5:15

After nearly emptying the store with all your choices and additional furniture picks you finally make it back home with still NO word from Kei. You are completely over it! But he is now the least of your worries, now your current agenda is unpacking plates and cutlery (so you and Tsuki actually have something to eat of off and that’s if he ever joins you for dinner)

You’re washing and polish plates as you hear your front door open and shut with a slight slam. “Ugh practice was draining today” he said, tired 

You did not acknowledge his presence at all, you were beyond agitated that he made plans with you and then didn’t show up AND THEN didn’t even make sure the first thing he did was apologise. “Babe, whats for dinner” He asked entering the living room.

AN: Btw you have like a open kitchen type of thing so you can see the kitchen and the living room in the same room if that makes sense ://

You still ignored him, washing your plates annoyance slowly but surely building up inside of you the more he spoke “Y/N, did you hear me i asked what was fo-” Tsukishima stopped his words as he saw all the stuff you’ve bought for the house and before realising that he blew off your plans together he says,

“Y/N.. what the fuck is this shit”

That made you take a pause, and freeze ‘That is all he’s worried about’ you think. As you’re still ignoring him and he’s wondering why you decided to buy all this ‘crap’ (in his words not yours) he picks up one of the wallpaper designs and brings it to you.

“Y/N you really think we’re putting this shit on the walls..?” He asked 

You still ignore him, scrubbing harder and harder on the same plate you’ve been washing since he’s got here ( you definitely know it’s clean by now but who cares )”Y/N, are you listening to me” He then grabs your shoulders turning him to face you “Why the fuck would you buy this??” 

By now you were raged, “Is that ALL you care about!” You shout “You don’t care how I’ve been slaving away getting this place, our NEW place ready for us to live in but you don’t care you’re so self obsessed that all you’ve been doing is going to practice and complaining!”

He was about to speak before you stopped him again “Oh and by the way if you’ve got a problem with my choices for our walls then maybe YOU should’ve been at the store at the time we agreed upon! You dick.” after saying this his lips part in surprise, as he now remembers the promise he made you. 

You turn your body back to the sink, tears filling your eyes as you go back to ferociously scrubbing the plate again. 

“Y/N I’m sorry I-” He starts

“Oh shut the fuck up Tsukishima” You say a bit to agressively slamming your hands (and the plate) down on the counter, cutting your hand in the process 

“Shit” You say as blood starts to seep through your hand well there goes the clean plate you get a towel and hold it against your hand stopping the blood for a short while and you bend down to start picking up the plate remains as Tsukishima just stands there not really knowing what to say or do.

“Y/N i’m sorry about EVERYTHING” he says bending down to your level as you still pick up the plate remains. “What can I do to make this all better?”

“Just fuck off Tsuki” You say bitterly not looking him in the eyes

“I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay” he says grabbing your wrist softly to stop you from further injury “Just come sit down so i can atleast bandage your hands”

You finally look up at him, tears still in your eyes but you silently agree getting up and letting him lead you to the couch. He bandages you up, not saying a word as your sniffles and whimpers fill the quiteness in the room.

“Y/N. I am really truly sorry I-” He says

“Why don’t you care anymore?” You interrupt tears now streaming down your face “I know i can be overbearing at times, but I just wanted you to be excited about moving in with me as I was about you. Do you not want to live with me anymore” you cried

“I’m sorry i’ve been so busy it’s just practice and tournaments and … I was kind of nervous about moving in with you I just love you so much and I don’t want to mess anything up” he said “And I’m sorry about not coming to the store I just got tired up with practice and I’m just really sorry Y/N”

He goes over to the things you’ve bought and picks up one of the paint colours you chose (your favourite option) “This is beatiful Y/N you have such a great taste and I like anything that you like to be honest.”

He stares at you for a response as he noticed your tears have stopped running, which is a good sign. “I just want you to be more involved and show that you care about me about us “ you say

“I will and I do.. I always do” He said pulling you into a hug 

“I love you Kei” You say into his chest 

“I love you too” 

You spend the rest of your night unpacking plates, putting up wallpaper, painting walls and putting up furniture ending up on the couch with two slices of strawberry shortcake from the bakery across the street watching an episode of *insert your favourite TV show here* in your new place which you can finally call a home.

Iwaizumi:

You and Iwaizumi have been dating since highschool

You’ve had a past with anger issues but that was all sorted before you met Iwa

You’re very hard working and sometimes overworking but you have Iwa to always make sure you’re not too hard on yourself

You play volleyball just like your boyfriend, being the captain of your team is your pride and joy but sometimes you are way too hard on yourself trying to reach perfection. 

You’re in the gym way past normal hours setting to yourself against the wall with sweat dripping down your forehead breathing slightly more than usual

‘5 more minutes’ you think to yourself knowing damn well it’s going to be more than 5 minutes but you just have to perfect your form then you can stop.

You stop for a small water break and also to check your phone seeing 5+ messages from your lovely boyfriend Hajime

Haji: Y/N how was your day 

Haji: What do you want for dinner

Haji: I think we should get chinese

Haji: Y/N… you alive

Haji: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeffhpeE/

Haji: I just ran into *Insert Best friends name* and she told me you were last seen at practice I hope you’re not in the gym Y/N

Haji: I’m coming to the gym… you better not be there

By the time you start going back to set against the wall you look up to see a semi mad Hajime at the doors of the gym..

“Y/N.. I thought you said you wasn’t going to keep overworking yourself this term” He said slowly approaching you 

“Just” set “Gotta” set “Fix” set “My” set “Form” 

“Your set is fine babe, it’s perfect … you’re perfect” he says reaching out to touch you

“Well I guess perfect isn’t good enough then” you mumble

“Y/N that’s not what I meant” He responds touching your shoulder

Out of reflex, your hand flicks to his face your nail (which are amazingly sharp and long) catches him on his cheek causing a petite cut to now appear and small amounts of blood to come out of it. You both are frozen shocked at what just happened, you never meant to touch him like that at all. 

You quickly rush to your stuff leaving your volleyball in the gym running out the doors. How could you be so horrible, hitting your boyfriend in the face after doing so much work getting over all your anger issues. ‘Hes going to hate you now’ you think.

You stop at a bench trying to clear your head, crying softly to yourself worrying now about your relationship with Haji and where it stands now. Without you noticing, Iwaizumi sits down next to you, waiting for you to compose your self before speaking.

“I know you didn’t mean it Y/N” he said pulling you under his arm 

“Iwa, I’m so so sorry I didn’t mean to stay late in the gym it’s just that we have a competition next week and last time we lost because of me and I just … wanted it all to be perfect “ You said sniffling you look up at him and see the cut on his face that you caused making you even more upset “I am really sorry, I understand that you probably want to break up with me for hurting you which is completely valid”

You don’t want him to confirm your suspicions of him breaking up with you, so you abruptly stand up getting reading to move onwards again before he grabs your wrist “you’re not leaving till I know you’re okay” he says

which makes you laugh a bit “It’s crazy that I’m the one that messed up, yet you’re worrying about me”

“Well that’s my job Y/N, I always worry about you when you’re overworking yourself and being hard on yourself it’s not good” he said “accidents happen, I know you didn’t intend on me getting hurt and I know you’re going to do great in the upcoming game babe dont worry”

A week later, all was forgotten Iwa’s cheek healed quickly and he never blamed you for it all and reminded you that it wasn’t your fault whenever it seemed you felt bad about it.

You’re now playing your volleyball game Iwa in the stands cheering you on as loud as he could and of course you were doing your best because in Hajime’s words you are perfect.

AN:Thank you so much for my first request I hope you like it. I’m not really a fan of the Iwa one but the tsuki one i like the way it went even though I was meant to add a third character but got too tired. But thank for the request keep them coming!! 

[pufflocks]

Ok ok lady kuroo oneeeeee..

Kuroo fucking bottom male y/n in the school bathroom by pressing y/n again a wall and just fucking his brains out

Summary: Skipping with your boyfriend sounds fun. Right ? You were being rather bratty during lunch.. Maybe some discipline in those dirty stalls would whip you up straight. ♡

"-Come on, speak up. You were just saying how you'd much rather be doing something else." -T.K ❣

An: Please excuse errors. I most definitely rushed this out my drafts.

Warning: Degrading • Dacryphilia • Minor Gagging • Minor Slapping • proof read

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Tetsurou Kuroo

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It was lunch time. Or passing time some others call it as for some people would play on their devices or talk to their friends.

That's exactly what you were doing earlier, you decided to drag out the topic of how you think your boyfriend is just so protective in your conversation.

"Sometimes I wanna fuckin' breath-"

That's what you said, no ?

You were sitting next to and telling this to your boyfriends bestfriend, Kenma. He however just gave a light sigh saying something how could he help. Fingers diddling with his switch frantically. He obviously wasn't much help in situations like this, you know, but your mind was side tracked with your boyfriends glare.

'Hm..'

He was eyeing you down word for word as he silently watched you across your guys' table with your friends.

Watching you move shy hair strands from his bestfriends face and giving Kenma tips on his game. Not tha you had any particular idea in the game.

Why are trying so hard to be buddy buddy with him ? If you didn't even interest Kenma in any sexual form or other.

Tetsurou most definitely wouldn't let this just go by easily.

Lev only looked at his friend beside him then back at you in awe.

Yaku on the other hand had his eyes darted in his lap to his phone. No need to be in this conversation.

'Did he actually say that-?' He thought.

The chopsticks in Kuroos hand slipped from his fingertips as he chuckled under his breath. He didn't think you were this fucking down bad to get some dick.

All you really had to do was just ask. How fucking hard could that task be ? Could have easily fuck after school or at one of your guys' house. Gladly.

No doubt you would be coming back to this table with a dazed expression.

"Meet me in the bathroom, bubs." He whispered to you as he got up from his seat his dark aura following him out of the lunch room doors.

Yaku rose his head from his lap as his eyes darted your way, in disbelief, you were giggling happily as if you weren't about to get folded in half.

You got up from your seat leaving your barely eaten meal and two stunned friends, and one who's eyes were glued to his switch.

'Which one did he go to-' Thought unable to finish as you got pulled into a hard warm chest of someone you could only guess your lover.

You sensed his tense form as you shyly looked up to his face to only be met with dark pools of jealousy known as his eyes.

A shiver transferred to your head all the way down to your toes as a boner slowly began to form in your pants. Even when he was jealous and frustrated he could always be seen getting flat out drunk on his cat like existence alone.

And right now all you wanted from his noir existence was a dead. Good. Fucking.

"There something on my face or something ? Or are you imagining me as my bestfriend instead of me ? Your fucking boyfriend."

His words felt cold with a tinge of heated anger. He couldn't be truthfully angry at you could he ?

The only response he got from you was a shy shake of your head 'no'.

Gotta play like you didn't want your arse pounded like a dog in heat just a second ago.

You thought about your next moves as your pants got tighter by the second and your now playful and mischievous boyfriend glared down at your form.

'Ah–'

Not all the time did you see the man get hot and bothered up front like this, not in school at least.

Close within eachother faces, hot tension in the air. The heat coming off his body specifically was close to a bonfire in the summer, and you were his slightly charred marshmallow being close to the heat.

Melting into something deliciously horny.

" 'M just horny 'n wanna be fucked really hard today-" You whined. Never being the one to exactly whine and beg, but the last time you masturbated was about half a month ago !

It wasn't your fault he was so busy and such with volleyball though. He msdevsyre to have time for you every so often. Outside and inside of school he was the best boyfriend.

"Oh. Didn't notice you were so greedy. Why not ask me after school ?" He bluntly stated. Funny his he asked this and your erection is straining against fabric as you speak.

You tugged on the bottom of his uniform catching him off guard slightly. "If you don't fuck me right now, Tetsuro Kuroo I might just consider getting with Kenma !" You barked.

Tetsurou only smirked like the mischievous damn cat he was.

Leaning closer down to your face, "Alright then. When we get back from the stalls, I dont wanna here a word about the cum leaking out of your abused ass." He whispered for your ears only as he flicked a slightly erect nipple outside of your school flannel shirt.

¤ y.p.o.v ¤

"Yes, yes." I mumbled. My nipples were being stupidly played with.

"Bathroom.." I said. He only nodded, retreating his hands.

Making our way down to the bathroom was audibly quiet. Only our footsteps being heard throughout the silent halls.

My eyes skimmed his posture and tall stature as I noticed his bulge. Soon enough it was going to be forcefully filling me in some dirty stall.

I look up at Tetsu and see his unusual stoic face fall into something familiarly mischievous as he caught on to me.

The sexual appeal and aura was never lost as we made our destination. Thankfully, we made it to the bathrooms without me jumping on him right there and then.

"We're here and let's hurry this up, pretty boy. I dont feel like getting in trouble for fucking you between classes again." He stated. I only scoffed and chuckled lightly.

At this point I dont care if we skipped a few minutes just to fuck. Did it once, I'm sure we wouldn't get caught twice.

Walking in the bathrooms, the first thing I do is pull him down for a kiss. Reminding him that I'm still feeling it.

He chuckled in the kiss. Wrapping his rather long arms around my waist, picking me up as I tossed my legs over his waist. His muscular body holding me up as if I weighed like air.

"Bubs.. About fucking you into these stalls. You know why I'm gonna go rough right," I nodded slowly. Giving him a few small hickies on his neck.

Faking my innocence for a better fuck is always worth while. He took that as a thumbs up as he once again let out that noir chuckle of his.

"That's good to know babes~"

Further movements were heated skin to skin touches and kitten licks and bites of each other. Some movements pornos could never mimic.

His calloused fingers gripping my throat, forcing eye contact as he smirked on how wrecked I already looked. I would say it was embarrassing if my mind wasn't attracted to his knee gliding across my tight pant front.

"Looks like you need to get that attitude fucked out of you from earlier, hm ?"

My mind barely focusing on his wolfish voice as he licked a long strong underside of my jaw, making me visibly shake and quiver slightly. The contact we shared in this cramped stall has me gasping for air the more I think of someone barging in. Any second I could literally bust thinking of how he would fuck me harder, the two pairs of feet on ther other side of the stall merely nonexistent to us.

"Tetsu please- I want it really bad~ I was bad wasnt I ?" I was becoming desperate as I slithered my hand down to his own very visible, erection.

He groaned lightly before chuckling and kissing me once more. I know he knows that my actions with his bestfriend weren't intentionally to hurt him, but what if I had fucked his bestfriend-

My thought was intruded as he flipped me over the stall door and shucking my pants off my body. Doing the exact same to his own as he harshly pushed into me.

I choke out a long groan of surprise as he held me against his clothed chest. "Ah-! Wait Tetsu!~" I was hushed by long fingers. Poking and prodding on my tongue to my throat.

He whispered in my ear, "Shh, now what if we get caught and I get in trouble for fucking you ?~", nibbling on my earlobe tantalizingly slow.

Hot breath we shared as his dick ushered in and out of my puckered hole. Minding you that we had no lube so the burn of him dragging himself in and out of me was a blinding pain.

My hands made attempt of pushing him away. Drool just at the corner of my mouth, fingers still at work.

He got the idea, pulled out to the tip, and lazily drooled on his shaft. His shape successfully returning to it's desired place.

"Can't have you hurting too bad. Even though this is a well deserved punishment~" He smirked at his own comment.

Right. I got myself in this situation and every second of it I loved. So close to the spot aswell-

"NGH–! Hah~ Shit Tetsu~ Right- Right thereee~!!" I shut my eyes closed tightly. My dick dripped precum as every few thrusts directed to my prostate.

"I found your spot, hm ?~ My baby finna cum soon ?~ Want me to jack you off or should I not, keep in mind your not off the hook, love.~" He mocked as his hands gripped my left leg, sandwiching between the stall door and my lover.

His other hand on my dick refusing of ejaculation. The new angle and pressure on my cock making my head fall back.

God I felt like I was going dumb and on his dick !

"PLEASE— I NEE- AH!~ I NEEF TO CUHM!~" I babbled. I doubt he heard me clearly though

Tetsu spat in his hand as his hand rapidly started to glide across my shaft. The slick palm feeling heavenly on my member. It was all so overwhelming !

Drool finally making it's way down my chin and hicked up throat.

"Bubs- Fuck-! Babe I'm finna cum in this sweet ass. Better keep in too~ Let Kenma and everyone else know you have a boyfriend~" He grunted near my ear as I frantically nodded my cockhead probably a pretty red now, completely swollen and wet.

"Cu- Cuhminggg!!~" I slurred as a particular harsh thrust shoved me off the edge and the knot in my stomach grew and snapped.

I felt a gush of his semen flow in my abused hole as he grunted and stilled ministrations. His cock head snug on my sore prostate.

"I- I hope you remember my words from earlier bubs. Wasn' playing." He scoffed as he checked out my blotchy neck and slobber slicked face.

The sight, I'm sure was obscene as he spread my cheeks. Cock head only inserted by the tip in hopes none of his hit substance fell on the bathroom tiles.

"Fuck Y/n.. Do this shit again I might just have to fuck you in front of Kenma~" He said tauntingly, slapping my ass aggressively as I eeked I surprise.

"I'm gonna leave first and you get cleaned up alright ? Don't want people to notice that we fucked like rabbits in the stalls." He said helping me with my clothes back on my body. I was too braindead to do about anything.

" Kiss.." My words coming out slurred. He looked up at me as he was helping me put my slacks on now. Leaning in giving me a long kiss.

My body leaned into his as I dragged my arms around his neck. Humming in satisfaction as I parted the sensually deep contact.

"You're so cute after sex !" He exclaimed as I ruffled his hair giggling now off my high.

He cleaned up after a few more shared pecks and left first as I sat on the toilet for about 6 minutes.

I checked my phone fir the time and I saw that it was nearing the end of the lunch hour.

'Fuck !'

I splashed some water on my face quickly before ushering to my next period. Being early wasn't so bad I suppose.

[h2bakugou]

Hi! Can I please request some headcanons for Izuku, Katsuki, Shouto, and Denki with an s/o who doesn’t like getting into arguments and will always try to avoid getting into one with their boyfriends either by compromising and/or just throwing in the towel and just admitting that whatever their boyfriend said is right and it’s because they didn’t have a great home life growing up and want to avoid becoming like their parents and the boys finding out and their reaction to that? Thanks!

a/n: hiya!! of course hun! i did a similar argument hc a while ago, but this one is vastly different in a few ways!! thank you for the request love!!

headcanon: them reacting to their s/o’s refusal to argue with them

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing, some angst, one mention of sky high, endeavor is trying™

;cut for length;

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izuku midoriya

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Surprisingly enough, there are a good number of times you’ve had an argument arise with Deku.

Not the ones where you playfully tease him about not sitting with you on the long trips you took as a class to places.

But the ones where you’d find him training for hours on end with no text or call to let you know that he’d be running late for a date, or a study session.

The ones where he’s so caught up in everything else that he doesn’t really make time to focus on your relationship.

Which wouldn’t be that big of a deal, had he just told you upfront that he was busy. But with the promise of always finding a way to make time for you, you were beginning to feel like maybe there was someone else, or maybe he didn’t really like you, like you thought he did.

But even when you were upset or angry, and Deku cornered you to talk about it, you’d shut him out and tell him it was fine, and that it really wasn’t his fault. It was yours for being so devoted to a relationship during such a serious time.

But Deku knew it was more than that.

Every time you seemed upset, or angry, or frustrated by something that seemed like something he’d done or may have had a part in, you always shut him down, telling him you’d get over it like an adult, and handle it.

“You don’t have to handle everything by yourself, let’s just talk about it, why are you feeling like this? You can talk to me, you know I’ll listen.” Deku’s comforting arms wrapped around you, preventing you from leaving this time around.

He’d spent maybe a few too many hours trying to learn some new moves and forgot that he was supposed to text you after the first hour to check up on you and your studies.

And when he finally came back after a shower, he realized you’d sent him a few texts asking if he was okay and if he was going to be done training soon.

“It’s fine, Izu’. I have some work I have to finish-”

“It’s not fine. I upset you, I’m sorry. But please talk to me. Why are you always trying to dismiss what actually happened?” Deku tried to capture gaze, only to find your lashes sprinkled with tears as you gave a shaky breath.

“I just don’t want us to end up like my parents. All they did was fight and argue.” You’d never really told anyone about that. Let alone anyone you’d been in a relationship with. 

In that moment, all Izuku could do was hold you closer, laying his head in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry. I should take your feelings into account when I make promises to you. I apologize for not keeping those promises.” Deku pulled back and looked into your eyes.

“And please don’t be afraid to talk to me. I know that’s scary to think about, but if I make you upset, just talk to me, we don’t have to scream or fight, we can have a civilized conversation together about something, and if you feel like we can’t, we can always have our friends help if you’re comfortable with that.” Izuku smiled softly, swiping his thumbs over your cheeks to wipe your tears away.

You pushed a small smile onto your lips, resting your face back on his chest as he held you close.

“I’m sorry too.” You apologized.

“Don’t be, it’s okay. Why don’t we watch a funny movie and relax? I can make us some popcorn!” Izuku was ready with some cheesy hero movie on hand, probably one about some superhero high school with a magical flying bus and a protagonist whose parents were the top heroes, a plot you’d begun to see more and more often these days with the progression of hero society.

“Sounds like a plan.” You giggled.

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katsuki bakugou

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Bakugou argues with you because you won’t argue with him-

On a serious note, most of your ‘arguments’ start because he feels like you don’t trust him enough to talk to him about your feelings.

If you are upset with him for something, or if you feel an argument coming on, you’ll dismiss yourself, your feelings, say he’s right, and just back down.

And we all know Bakugou will not go down without a fight example a, the sports festival.

He gets defensive, if not a little more agitated when you don’t tell him what’s going on. Not that he’s entitled to know how you’re feeling constantly, but because if he’s going to be in a relationship, he wants communication between the two of you.

If there’s something you can’t communicate to each other, then it doesn’t need to happen or there’s a problem somewhere.

Which is why when you say that it’s nothing, or that you aren’t upset when he knows that that’s utter fucking bullshit, he gets angry. 

He won’t take his anger out on you, he’s not that kind of asshole. 

Even though he hates the assholes, he sometimes drops little clues to Kirishima or Sero.

But overall, he just wants to talk it out with you. He wants to understand what’s going on, why you’re feeling the way you are, what-if there’s anything-he can do differently to help you feel better or to prevent this feeling from happening again.

It all crumbles apart when Bakugou said he’d help you with some math homework that you’d be struggling on.

Only for him to be four hours late because he was sitting in detention for sparking a fight with some shit-talking smartass from a support class.

That night you had struggled to answer the problems on your homework, only to bomb the pop quiz on the same subject the next day. It was a mess, and you were upset.

Your grades of course were not Bakugou’s responsibility, but his responsibility was to at least give you a heads-up that the study session would’ve been moved, or cancelled.

Instead you stayed up way to late trying to understand problems that weren’t making any sense, and now your grade was sitting in a hole.

So you were upset. 

But when Bakugou questioned why you were so quiet around him, you just shrugged your shoulders.

“What gives? You not talkin’ to me or something?” Bakugou wasn’t exactly sure why you were mad at him until you packed up your things at the common room table, your low grade on the pop quiz and homework proving why you were in a bad mood.

And then Bakugou realized that was the homework he said he’d help you with.

“Shit, that was due Tuesday wasn’t it.” Bakugou grumbled.

“Yeah.” You mumbled.

“Hey what’s wrong with you? Did I do somethin’? Why you fuckin’ ignoring me and shit?” Bakugou’s fowl language was something you were used to. He wasn’t angry, he was confused, though his vocabulary could’ve fooled you.

“It’s nothing, you didn’t do anything, I’ve got to study to get this grade up, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You pushed on without another word, trying to escape back to your dorm.

At the mention of the word study, Bakugou then remembered the promised study session.

“Hey wait! I was supposed to help you do that shit, let’s go work on-”

“It’s fine, I got it. Go do whatever you want.” You didn’t look at him.

“No, now cut the bullshit let’s go study.” Bakugou tugged you up toward his dorm.

Inside you stood holding your things, your emotions beginning to bubble over as you watched him look for his bag, a stray bandage over his cheek from the punch the kid had thrown at him. Just staring at it made you upset.

“Why did you do it?” You asked quietly, your voice wavering.

“What? Do what?” Bakugou responded.

“I just wanted you to help me and...you-” You stopped yourself, realizing it was selfish to think it was Bakugou’s job to help you exceed in class. Shaking your head you held your things tightly and turned to leave.

“I’m sorry, I’m not feeling well-”

“Bullshit, what the fuck is goin’ on with you? You’re upset, I know you are, what’s the problem?” Bakugou stopped you from leaving, almost forcing you to sit on his bed and explain why you were so distant.

“No- it’s not fair to you, I can’t do this, I can’t argue with you over something so stupid, I don’t want to end up like my fucking parents.” You were crying at this point, tears flooding from your eyes as you dropped your things, your books scattering across his bed as you fell into his arms.

“Are you talking about the fight? You have to communicate with me if you want me to help you. Can you at least tell me what you’re feeling?” Bakugou wanted to help, but with no information, there was little he could do.

“I was just so frustrated, because I was looking forward to studying, and then I found out you were in that stupid fight and I felt like I was all alone, like you’d deserted me and so I just tried to do it on my own and I messed up, and I felt like it was all your fault. I know it’s not. Had I just talked to you we could’ve studied and I would’ve done fine.” You broke down, sobbing into his warm embrace.

“I’m sorry. Just call me out on my bullshit, okay? It’s not right that you gotta’ be affected by my own stupid actions.” Bakugou tugged you back from him to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Why don’t we try and do a few practice problems to help you better understand the material?” Bakugou offered, stroking his thumb over your cheeks to wipe your tears.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”

After some silence of Bakugou helping you work through the problems, you thanked him silently with a long hug, just resting your head on his chest. He didn’t ask any questions about the comment you’d made, he knew it was probably a sensitive topic.

But he’d be there when you were ready to talk about it.

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shoto todoroki

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Todoroki doesn’t really like to argue, not like full on yelling and screaming at least.

If he’s having an argument, he’ll try his best to be civil about it, but sometimes he can get a little heated and possibly raise his voice.

He’s always been fairly outspoken, having to usually bide by someone else’s rules that he barely thinks for himself, but as of late, he’s doing himself a favor and being his own person, living by his own rules, and sometimes that means bucking up against others when they’re incorrect.

But when it comes to you, he can’t really see himself arguing with you, at least over little things.

However, he des find it rather upsetting that you didn’t mention you’d ran into his dad a couple days ago.

You’d just been out shopping and happened to bump into the pro and you said your hello’s, conversed for a few second about school before both continuing on with your day.

You didn’t think it was all that important, and for the most part you’d kind of forgotten about the entire incident.

You’d met Shoto’s father a few times before, which is why he recognized you as his son’s significant other.

So when Enji just so happened to mention the little meeting at a ‘family lunch’ on the weekend, Shoto was a bit surprised, and a bit concerned about the run-in.

Considering the first time Shoto introduced you to his father as his significant other, Enji was a bit opposed to the idea of his son having a relationship, but eventually he grew fond of you, thinking that it might be a good idea for his son to have something normal like a relationship, and go on dates, and live like a teenager.

Worried that he might’ve said something rude, Shoto brought it up in his room after eating lunch.

“Why didn’t you mention running into my father?” Shoto asked bluntly as he sat on his bed, watching as you straightened out your sweater.

“I didn’t really remember it when I came back to the dorms, it was quick, just said hi and talked about school for a few seconds before we went our separate ways.” 

“If it happens again just tell me, I don’t know what he’s thinking, just because he says he’s okay with us together doesn’t mean that’s what he really wants.” Shoto was almost dismissive of the fact that his father had actually just seen his son’s s/o in public, stopped to say hi and then get back to his busy day.

“It wasn’t anything like that, he seemed fine. He was busy, if he was upset it was probably just because he’d had a long day.” You lowered your voice, bowing your head before speaking again.

“I should’ve told you, I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.” You were on the offense now, leaving your old statement in the past.

“What? Be mad at you? I’m not mad, I’m just concerned.” Shoto stood up and walked over to you, quickly noticing how emotional you’d become.

“Hey did I say something wrong? Please don’t dry, what’s going on, talk to me.” Shoto lifted your chin only to see your eyelashes coated in tears.

“I’m sorry! You’re right I should’ve told you-”

“Hey, hey, shhh.” Shoto hugged you, his warm arms wrapping around you as he held you close.

“You don’t have to side with me, if he was nice I believe you. Are you alright?” He asked pulling away to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“I just-I didn’t want us to argue or fight like my parents and I just didn’t want you to be mad-”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not mad, and we don’t have to argue, we’re just talking, we’re not arguing, okay? It’s okay.” Shoto comforted you, allowing his hands to rub your back.

“I’m sorry.” You cried softly as he led you back to his bed to sit.

“Don’t apologize, it’s okay to feel differently than me, it doesn’t mean I’m mad or upset at you. I’m here to listen when you need me to, please don’t feel afraid to talk to me.”  

Lifting your head to look at Sho, you pushed a small smile onto your lips.

“Your hand is cold.” You nudged his right arm, his hand touching your skin under the hem of your shirt as he held you close to him.

“Sorry.” He smiled, wiggling his fingers to tickle you.

“Hey! They’re cold!” You laughed through your tears, trying to get away from his icy fingers.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You pressed a small kiss to the back of his right hand, his cool skin resting against your lips.

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denki kaminari

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Kaminari doesn’t argue- at least not with you.

He’ll accuse Kirishima of cheating on some first-person shooter game, or yell curses at Sero for blue-shelling him in Mario Kart.

But he’s never really argued with you about anything.

That doesn’t mean you’ve never had opposing views. Most of the time, Kaminari just listens and tried to understand how you feel.

But more recently, as you progress through school, he’s been doing weird things.

Training longer, forgetting to text you-and he always texts you.

It hurts your heart when you see him smiling and goofing around with Kirishima when today was your movie-night.

You’re not angry at him, you don’t own him for the day, he’s allowed to do other things, but you feel upset. You feel like he doesn’t care about your feelings.

So you head up to your room early, not even bothering to say goodbye to him.

Only about thirty minutes go by when he’s knocking on your door asking for you, asking if you’re feeling okay and why you went back to your room so early.

“I’m fine.” You lie, your expression was more than telling of that factor. You had a pout on your lips, your brows weren’t up and happy, and your eyes didn’t sparkle at the sight of your handsome boyfriend.

“You’re not! What’s goin’ on shawty?” Kaminari always uses humor to make you feel better, that’s just what he’s good at. He can be serious too, but he likes putting a smile on your face before he gets all serious.

“It’s nothing, you were having fun with Kirishima, I don’t want to interrupt.” And without meaning to, you’ve spilled exactly why you were feeling so upset.

Kaminari stares at you with his wide golden eyes, shaking his head as he practically tackles you through your dorm-room door frame into a hug.

Wrapping his arms around you he hugs you close and smiles.

“I didn’t ignore you! Kirishima just talks a lot.” Kaminari is quick to assume you were slightly jealous.

“I-I, no no you’re fine! Go have fun!”

“No. I’m staying with you.” Kaminari’s voice is a bit rougher this time, forcing the fact that he was going to spend time with you now.

After speaking he realized you’re crying. He quickly starts panicking, wondering if his stern ‘Bakugou’ voice scared you.

“Hey, hey! Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” He’s rubbing your arms and trying to wipe your tears away as they flow from your eyes.

“I didn’t want us to argue-I was just feeling weird and left-out and I-I’m sorry for being so jealous over something so little and stupid, please don’t be mad at me, I don’t want to fight and bicker like my parents do.” You don’t realize Kaminari’s expression softening at the mention of your fear, becoming like your parents.

“I’d never yell or argue with you over something like that. It’s okay to feel jealous or hurt, just talk to me about it okay? I can’t help you if I don’t know how to. We can converse like this about things, it doesn’t have to escalate.” Kaminari is soothing surprisingly. His touch is gentle even though it wanders.

Holding your hands is a nice feeling, and he enjoys holding them. Rubbing his thumb over your knuckles relaxes you as you lean in to rest your head on his chest.

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize. I love you.” Kaminari kisses the top of your head and hugs you tightly.

“How about you pick out the movie this time! If it’s scary, you get the pleasure of cuddling into me!” Kaminari wiggles his brows.

“You were the one terrified to turn the lights off last time.” You giggle, lifting your head to wipe your eyes.

“I don’t remember that at all.” Kaminari teases, walking over to your bed to get comfy while you looked for a movie to watch.

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1. “Out of everyone, I really didn’t think you would do this to me.” “I didn’t!” - Angel Reyes

Summary: Adelita is pregnant, and with how unreliable Angel has been lately, that’s more than suspicious.

Pairing: Angel Reyes x female reader 

Warnings: Angst, emotional hurt/comfort, mention of cheating, arguing

Word count: 1.1K

A/N: Y’all know I’m a slut for hurting my own feelings as well as yours lmao 🥺🥺 Angst through the mf roof, but I know we all like that shit 🥴

“Leave me alone, Angel. I told you to give me some fucking space.”

“No! I didn’t even do anything. Just fucking talk to me!”

The Mayan was exasperated and terrified, the crease between his brows deeper than you had ever seen it as he watched you pack your things into a bag. You ignored him, continuing to shovel clothing into it, Angel’s hands suddenly gripping your wrists and yanking them away from the tote. He held them in his hands tightly, forcing you to turn and face him. He dipped down to put himself at eye perfect level with you, trying to give you no choice but to look him in the panicked eyes. His voice was gentler this time when he spoke in hopes that it would maybe be enough to get a reason out of you.

“What the fuck is going on? Talk to me mami, please. What did I do? Tell me what I did so I can fix it. Please.”

You shook your head, growing more and more frustrated by the second.

“I’m over it, Angel.”

“Over what? Me going on runs? Me staying at the clubhouse late? Me forgetting to call you back sometimes? What is it?”

“I know that she’s pregnant.”

“Who’s pregnant?”

“Adelita!”

Your voice trembled despite you trying to keep it together, your heart sinking deeper and deeper into your stomach by the second. Angel’s eyes were narrowed into slits now as confusion obscured his face, his head shaking side to side as he tried to understand.

“And? What the fuck does that have to do with me?”

You sighed and shook your head, trying to move yourself out of his grip before he could see the tears that were flooding your eyes. Angel was not allowing it.

“What, you think I’m the one that got her pregnant?!”

Managing to free them from his grasp, you tossed your arms out to the side and stared at him head on, not bothering to hide the tears that streaked down your cheeks.

“You spend more time with her than you do me. You cancel our dates because you’re out in the desert with her or off somewhere else. You always seem to be able to make time for her, but what about me? You drop whatever plans you have with me whenever she needs you. Doesn’t matter how far in advance I tell you or how important they are to me. You’ll move mountains to please her and you couldn’t give a fuck less how I feel or what I want. You run around out there with her in secret and now she’s pregnant out of the blue. What am I supposed to think?”

Angel shook his head, genuinely shocked that you believed he would do that to you. Sure, he hadn’t been the best boyfriend he could be, unreliable at best and neglectful at worst, but he would never cheat on you, much less be heartless and foolish enough to have a child with someone else in the process.

“I’ve never cheated on you, especially not with her. I know I haven’t been the best man that I can be for you but give me some credit.”

“Out of everyone, I really didn’t think you would do this to me.”

“I didn’t!”

It stung him to know that you thought he would be unfaithful, but it hurt even more to know that was how much he had made you doubt yourself. His distance had convinced you that you were no longer important to him, and that couldn’t have been further from the truth. You sniffled and wiped at your eyes, the sight breaking Angel’s heart.

“So it’s just a crazy coincidence then, huh.”

Angel sighed, standing up straight as he tried to make sure not to raise his voice.

“I don’t know who got her pregnant. Maybe it was her right hand, maybe it was Galindo, I don’t fuckin’ know who it was, and I don’t care, because it wasn’t me. All I’m trying to do is save my club. Make things safer so I can give you a better life. That’s all I want. She’s just a piece of the puzzle to make that happen. Nothing else. I swear to you. I would never do that to you. You’re my world, you can’t just leave.”

His voice cracked at the end, his own eyes watering as worry overwhelmed him at the thought that he could lose you over a misunderstanding. You were everything to him, and your pain was his pain. He could see that you were calming down, your chest no longer rising and falling as quickly in anger and despair, and he hoped that meant you would be more receptive. Reaching forward gently, he took your face in his hands, cradling your cheeks tenderly as his eyes locked with yours, his gaze unwavering.

“I didn’t cheat. I never have. I never will. I promised you that in the very beginning and I meant that shit. I struck gold with you, mi vida. I’m never going to ruin us.”

He felt the tension beginning to drain from your body and he continued, hoping that he was getting his point across.

“I know it's not fair that I cancel our dates or come home late when you spend the whole evening cooking me my favorite meal. You’re always there for me and I’m not there for you. That’s wrong and I know it, and I gotta do better. I fuck up a lot, but I’ve never fucked up like that and I won’t, I promise.”

He could see that he had broken through the wall you had put up, convincing you of the truth that he had never been unfaithful, and he tugged you into his chest holding onto you tightly as if you would slip away if he didn’t. He left kiss after kiss to your hair, speaking against it quietly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel special enough.” 

You nodded against his chest, pulling away after a moment to offer your own apology. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” 

Angel shook his head quickly. 

“I didn’t give you enough reason to believe me. That’s my fault. I’ll do better, ok?”

You nodded as you looked up at him, Angel using his thumbs to brush away the leftover tears that had gathered in your lashes. You reached up yourself to wipe away the one on his cheek. Leaving a soft kiss on your forehead, he pulled you with him. 

“Come on, let’s go order something for dinner and watch some movies.”

Looking up at him, you inquired about the plans he had told you he had.

“I thought you had to do something with EZ and Coco tonight?”

Angel waved his hand dismissively and began walking with you out of the bedroom and into the living room, hands holding onto your waist affectionately.

“They can handle it themselves. I’m staying in with my baby tonight.”

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