#sorry if i post a bit less school's back in full throttle

[ask-misconduct]

*gives 12 dablooons* its not safe here traveler keep these for when needed *poof gone*

i did NOT expect to see dabloons mentioned ever again in my life

continuation of this little story is here

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[mythiccheroacademia]

The whole time traveling children has me feelin some type of way tbh. Imagine Mirio, Kaminari, and Tamaki walking into their respective rooms and there are just small children vibing. Mirio with his daughter, Kaminari with a daughter and Tamaki with a son. 😭

as i said, parent!bnha is SUPERIOR

A/N: So, instead of making these separate asks, I’m just going to make it one giant post. I thought it would be easier that way. Probably the only post that’ll have more than three characters lol

Warnings: none

Kaminari Denki:

when kaminari walked into his room, he didn't expect to see two children on his bed fighting like wild animals

the younger girl was totally beating the boy’s ass tho

kinda embarrassing bc she’s gotta be like, seven, at most

as if it’s not the weirdest thing he’s seen (bc it’s not) he rushes in to break them apart

he manages to separate them with his arms 

the boy with yellow hair snaps his jaws at his sister’s fingers

“hey! bad! no biting!” he scolds

the little girl blows a raspberry and taunts “yeah! papa says no biting!”

the older sibling just rolls his eyes “rat”

meanwhile, denki is literally malfunctioning

papa?

PAPA? HUH???

the only person’s pants (and heart) he’s been trying to get in to for the past three months was y/n’s and he sure as hell would remember if he did

he didn't have kids

especially one that was his age

“sorry! you two are cute, but i’m not your pops”

thus, they begin to tell denki about how they mayhaps followed him and their mother into a dangerous mission and got hit with a time travel quirk

denki just nods his head

tbh, he’s not that weirded out

weirder things have happened

but, he does have one question

“who’s the lucky woman?”

coincidentally, you bust into his dorm room, wet from a recent prank and head steaming with anger

“Kaminari Denki!”

his son juts a thumb over to you

“the woman that’s about to murder you”

“oh say less”

his life literally couldn't get any better

before you get the chance to throttle him, the little girl jumps in your arms and your anger is immediately quelled 

“hey mommy! i just wanna let you know that it was [son’s name]’s fault that we followed you when you told us not to”

“WHAT!?”

you’re to busy trying to get them from killing each other to comprehend anything that’s going on

kaminari is in a love-struck gaze bc hot damn, he won the jackpot, huh?

if he wasn't in love with you before, he’s in love with you now

you and your feral children

it was nice being God’s favorite

Kirishima Eijirou: 

funny thing was

kirishima woke up from his afternoon nap with his mini-me in his arms!

at first, he was really confused as to why there was an 8 yr old boy with spiky teeth and (your hair texture) black hair on his bed

he thought he was dreaming

then the little boy bit his nose and grinned like he had done the funniest thing in the world 

“WAKE UP DADDY! WE GOTTA GET SWOL TODAY”

did he get hit with some duplication quirk?

and what was that he said...daddy?

as in, father?

kirishima is wide awake now, but before he can ask the kid what’s going on, the boy is up and making use of his punching bag

he decides it wouldn't hurt to get a morning work out in, so he decides to humor the kid

after a mini workout, kirishima is in near tears as the boy tries to flex the little muscles he has 

eventually, he gets the kid to tell him what happened and finds out he was hit with a time travel quirk of some sort

instead of being weirded out, kirishima is ESCTATIC 

he has a family in the future 

he’s so excited and proud that he just has to show his son off to his friends!

the first thing he does is go and bother bakusquad in the common room

he’s bragging like shit to them and his ego swells as they all swoon over how cute and handsome the kid is 

you and bakugo come out of the kitchen to see what all the commotion is about and the little boy excitedly runs to you and jumps into your arms 

“momma! you’re here! you’re so pretty! why’d you marry daddy when he looks so unswol?”

it’s silent before bakugo fucking dies of laughter 

“y-you finally let shitty hair hit it? and got knocked up?? LMAO”

everyone’s dying and kirishima wants to die

he can’t believe this was how his long-term crush on you was getting outted

by an 8 yr old boy

so not manly

you look confused before you put the pieces together

the kid did look like you and kirishima

you want to console kirishima about the crush that you lowkey knew he had on you, but your son was one step ahead of you

with a gracious smile, he hits bakugo’s head

hard

“what the fuck kid!?”

“don’t make fun of daddy, uncle bakugo! at least daddy didn’t faint at his wedding″

Bakugo’s contemplating murder and everyone’s rolling on the floor

“WE BEEN KNEW YOU WERE THE BIGGEST SIMP”

even ten years later, bakugo still holds a grudge against your son

Togata Mirio:

i’m about to kill y’all w this one

since year one, mirio has been feigning over you 

but 1) you were too dumb to notice 2) you both were really busy with, y’know, school and 3) he lowkey gave up bc he thought you deserved better

so imagine his surprise when he sees this four year old girl on his bed

and she looks like you with his features

mirio might not be the brightest crayon in the crayon box

but he’s got eyes

and it wasn't like he’s memorized your features to the T

the tiny girl is swinging her legs absent-mindedly before exploding with happiness when he sees him

she runs to mirio and he catches her with open arms 

“daddy! daddy! i got hit with the coolest quirk at school today!”

proceeds to tell him about her best friend discovered her quirk and it was a teleportation quirk 

mirio can’t help but giggle along with her even tho he knew it was a scary situation for the parents

speaking of which...

he innocently asks her who’s the mom

“mommy is the prettiest mommy in the world! she has e/c eyes, hair like me, and the most beautiful s/c skin! her name is togata y/n!”

if he wasn't geeking before, he’s geeking now

not only did he manage to marry you, but you let him be your baby daddy?

him?

big bet

mirio doesn't even care at this point

he’s parading around UA with the fattest smile as he introduces his daughter to damn near everyone 

everyone’s freaking out bc wtf when did mirio get someone pregnant??

maybe he should've explained himself, but he sees you at your locker and makes a b-line for you

“good morning, y/n!”

he doesn't notice that you slam your locker close and hide the confession letter you wrote to him behind your back

you’re a stuttering mess and he’s too busy basking in the fact that he’s holding y’alls child 

y’all look like a mess

but he’s ready to lay it on thick when the little girl kisses your nose and cheers,

“mommy, i missed you”

he explains the situation 

you cant help but smile, “you know this could potentially ruin the timeline?”

and you feel like melting as he gives you the softest smile 

“there’s no way I’m letting that happen. not when i end up with the woman i’m in love with. we’ll just have to twist fate together”

and twist it you did

Tamaki Amajiki:

tamaki wasn't the bravest person ever 

and he knew his crippling anxiety got in the way of a lot

but he had never been more proud of himself for managing to invite you to his room

it was supposed to be a study date

despite how bold you normally were, he took comfort in how nervous you seemed 

now, you two were leaning in, about to kiss

and then a voice from behind interrupts 

“uh, am i interrupting something?”

you two let out the ugliest squeal and jump 50 feet away from each other 

you’re all over the place, trying to explain the situation

tamaki’s heart is barely beating at this point

it takes the kid, who looks about 16, about thirty minutes to calm you down and revive tamaki

explains that he’s from the future and a descendant of tamaki’s family

decides to leave out that you two are his parents so he doesn't risk possibly erasing himself from the space continuum 

that would be bad

despite how surprised you two were, you two take it rather well 

you three spend the day together bc you and tamaki feel this weird sense of responsibility for the guy even though he’s only two years younger

the boy is trying his hardest not to expose himself, but it’s so hard

you two are asking him everything from his favorite food to if he has any siblings

he’s good at pretending that he’s cool, calm, and collected, but he wants nothing more than to jump into his parents’ arms and cry about how scared he is of messing up

but he won’t 

bc he’s a strong boy

but he slips up

“how far are you down the future?” tamaki asks

“uh, about like 100 years or so--”

“you’re lying”

the kid nearly chokes on his food as his father blinks at him

you try and scold tamaki but he continues

“i don’t mean to be mean, but your nose twitches when you lie. y/n does the same thing”

that’s when the jazz record stops and everyone is staring at one another

“....wait”

this time, you nearly pass out

y’all had a kid together???

THE HELL??

the boy, coincidentally, starts fading and he thinks he fucked up

now he’s full out sobbing into the both of your chests, scared that he’s disappearing

despite the news, you and tamaki calm down, look at each other, and hold your son

“don’t you worry, baby” you coo, kissing his fading hair

“i have a feeling we’ll see you quite soon” tamaki comforts, closing his eyes

Bakugo Katsuki:

bakugo finally understood when his mom said

“the meaner you are to your parents, the nastier your kids will be to you”

he regretted being such a demon bc his kid was literally the spawn of satan

katsuki didn’t need an explanation to know that that...thing was his kid

he looked damn near identical to him with features that he couldn't quite place

but anyways, that wasn't the focus rn

rn, he was trying to figure out a way to keep that animal caged

as soon as katsuki took his eyes off him, the six yr old ran out the door as fast as his little legs could carry him

“catch me if you can, you old bastard!”

yup, it was his kid

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FUCKER”

his son is blasting his way through the halls, skillfully evading Katsuki’s grabbing hands 

he’s wildly laughing as he flips and turns through the doors, watching with glee as his father falls on his face

multiple times

the small boy latches on to a cupboard and smirks

“no wonder mom always beats your ass! you weak!”

katsuki nearly looks like the devil, eyes white, and face red with fury

his pride suffering by the second

he’s about to cuss the kids to hell when you come out of the kitchen, confused

you were about to ask why katsuki looked like a rat with rabies before you caught sight of a basket of fruit teetering on the edge of the cabinet, above the little boy’s head

“look out--”

the basket falls on the kid’s head and he’s on the floor, reeling from the hit

katsuki would've normally laughed his ass off, but he felt kind of...concerned?

he watches you run towards the child who’s trying his hardest not to cry

the boy holds his head, fat tears in his eyes as you pick him up and coddle over him 

“i’m sorry, baby. I'm sorry i didnt get there in time” 

cue the waterworks 

the boy is full-on sobbing into your chest about how his head hurts

you bounce him and kiss his forehead as katsuki checks over the red bump 

“you’ll be okay, brat” he comforts, voice softer than usual

in that moment, katsuki can’t help but notice how much a family y’all look like rn

then the dots start connecting and he goes 

oh shit 

so, maybe, he’s had a tiny crush on you

and it didn’t help that you two were friends with benefits bc yall were horny teenagers

but who knew he’d get the balls to ask you out on a proper date one day

he was such a simp for you gosh it was ugly

“you have to be more careful from now on,”  you say to the boy 

the brat suddenly looks innocent and katsuki wants to throw him

“sorry, mommy. i’ll be gooder”

the look on your face is priceless 

bakugo uses it as a chance to kiss you 

“huh?”

“i guess now’s a good time to tell you that i want to be your dick on demand but with feelings and shit, dumbass”

[defcliff0rd]

as a team // luke hemmings [au] part two

summary: your worry over luke’s safety has gotten to be too much // part two to but how sorry?

warnings: rated m // lots of angst!!! and fluffy smut it’s grossly cute be warned

word count: 4k (not quite as long as part one but DAMN a lot happens)

author’s note: y’all i’m literally feeling so angsty?? like i live for this shit and i went full throttle so this much be dramatic but hopefully it comes across correctly u know!! also part three is a strong possibility bc i have a lil something in mind depending on this response to this :-) enjoy! (unedited as usual because i’m so tired ugh)

you sat curled up on the couch, your legs underneath the throw blanket while you mindlessly watched what was on the tv. when luke woke you up earlier to tell you that he was leaving, he’d been watching the office and that’s what you left playing on the tv, even though you were hardly registering anything.

luke was supposed to be home over an hour ago and he wasn’t. you hadn’t even heard from him or michael - his best friend - about the match running over or anything happening. your phone had been silent.

once your phone read 12:05 am you decided that you’d had enough and your fingers were moving over the screen before you could even think about it.

“hello?” your brother’s voice rang through.

you sighed, happy he’d answered. “cal, hey. were you at the ring tonight?” you inquired. it had been almost a year since you’d told him about you and luke and, after the eight week silent treatment he gave you, the two of you were able to work things out. luke and calum weren’t best friends (although you swore that they could have been and maybe even were in another life, because they had so much in common) but they got along well enough. his parents loved you and your parents liked him, although your father is still hesitant due to his profession, despite you reminding him time and time again that his own son did the very same thing.

music was dancing through his side of the phone and he took a few moments to reply, waiting until you no longer heard music. “no, i don’t have a match until next week,” he said. you heard the flicker of a lighter and you rolled his eyes, still unimpressed with the habit he’d picked up. “why?”

“i haven’t heard from luke,” you murmured, pulling at the drawstring to your shorts. “he was supposed to be home an hour ago but i haven’t heard from him or michael.”

“i can call ash, see if he’s there or he knows anything, if you want,” calum offered.

just as you were about to thank him, you heard the doorknob moving. “i think he’s here,” you told him. you bid goodbye to your brother just as luke entered his apartment, his movements slower than usual. “are you okay?”

luke shut the door, locking the deadbolt before turning back to you. “i’m peachy, sweetheart,” he breathed with a smile.

you frowned as you stood, taking in his appearance. his hair was carelessly tied up out of his face and you could see the bruising forming on his forehead and cheekbones, his left eye swollen. “obviously,” you bit out before you could filter yourself. “you could’ve called. i thought something had happened.”

he kicked off his shoes, still gripping his gym bag as he walked over to the couch and sat down. you just stared at him. “i lost,” he muttered, obvious frustration behind his movements when he threw his bag down. “callahan is stronger than he looks. much stronger.”

you swallowed your rude comments, knowing this meant a lot to him. luke had done well in school and could’ve gone to college but fighting was something he was passionate about, as strange as it sounded. his journey to become a professional was halted when he found the underground club and learned that it was something he thrived at. the loss hit him hard, you knew, so you were supportive. “i’m sorry,” you apologized, taking a seat next to him carefully.

luke grimaced, wincing as he slowly pulled the hoodie off of his head. your eyes fell to the blood staining the collar of his white t-shirt. his blue eyes followed your gaze and he sighed, pulling that over his head also. “’m sorry, i didn’t realize it had gotten on my shirt,” he told you.

luke wasn’t stupid. he knew you didn’t appreciate what he did just as much as you didn’t like calum doing it. you didn’t understand, of course. you didn’t understand the adrenaline it gave him whenever he began a match nor did you get the intense pride he felt after winning one. after every match, he could sense that you were getting less and less patient. he knew the storm was coming; he just didn’t want it to be tonight. “baby, i’m sorry i didn’t call,” he expressed, his hand finding yours.

biting the inside of your cheek, you ignored the feeling of his scratched knuckles. “i know,” you replied. you didn’t want to say it was okay because it wasn’t, or at least you didn’t think so. “maybe, you know, since you don’t have the title you can take a break.”

luke scoffed, leaning back against the couch. he ran his fingers through his hair, tugging out the hair tie and tossing it on the coffee table. “a break? what am i supposed to do on a break?” he asked.

rolling your eyes, you turned your body toward him. he accepted your outstretched legs, resting his arms on your shins. “i don’t know, spend time with me? time that isn’t spent with me watching you train or you wincing at every move,” you offered, the bitter tone seeping through.

he barked out a laugh. “i can’t just give up now,” he insisted, unaware of your tone. “i refuse to listen to that dickhead brag about how he ran me into hiding. i need a rematch.”

your teeth dug into the inside of your cheek so hard you were half-expecting to draw blood. this seemed to be the only thing he could ever talk about recently; fighting. you thought you were understanding - you accepted when he was too tired to go out to eat or hang out in a social setting... except when it had to do with celebrating a win or something. you tried not to let it get to you because you knew that he was passionate about his job, as much as you hated it, but sometimes it became too much.

you loved luke, there was no question about it. ever since he blurted it out during your fifth month of dating, only slightly tipsy and post-orgasm, you knew that you could see yourself with him in the long run. but did he feel the same about you? he expressed his love verbally and sexually but you didn’t want to feel like you had to compete for his attention. how could you progress and possibly get married and have kids with someone that has such a reckless job?

“penny for your thoughts?” he murmured, grasping your hand and pressing his lips to your knuckles.

your stomach knotted at the gesture but you knew you had to say something to him. “you’re going to get yourself hurt, badly, luke,” you informed him, focusing on twisting the ring he’d gotten you on your six month anniversary “just because he loves you”. “or worse. you’re gonna have to take a break eventually, why not now?”

“because i don’t need a break right now, y/n,” he told you, speaking slowly as if he was trying to be careful.

you scoffed, moving your legs off of him as you stood up. “of course you don’t,” you muttered, standing up. between your worry for him and the thoughts about your future that had been plaguing your mind for the last two weeks, you were livid, but you didn’t want to say anything you’d regret later. so you walked into the kitchen, ignoring luke’s voice saying your name.

“what’s the matter, love?” luke asked, sounding tired. the irrational side of you was telling you that he was tired of you but your sane side reminded you that he just got beat up. he leaned against the counter a few feet away from you, his yes snot leaving you as you began to put away the now cold chicken alfredo. “oh, you made dinner,” he observed, his eyebrows furrowed. “did i forget something?”

the only time you actually made a nice dinner for the two of you was during a special occasion - birthdays, anniversary, big news from work - but you chuckled dryly. “it doesn’t matter, just figured i would,” you responded in a monotone.

you made the mistake of looking at his face, seeing his eyes wide with concern and his lips curved downward. “y/n, i know i should’ve called,” he spoke, his voice low. “i’m sorry i didn’t call, but-”

“it’s not even just that!” you interrupted, your voice sharper than you intended it to be. you chewed on your bottom lip, your task of putting the food away forgotten. “boxing or fighting in general is dangerous but this underground fighting you and cal do? do you even realize what could happen to you? literally every single match, i constantly worry about whether or not this is going to be the one that does permanent damage.”

you felt the tears stinging your eyes, begging to spill over, but you refused to let him see you cry. if you cry, he’s going to comfort you until you completely forget about why you’re mad in the first place and nothing gets solved. nothing is decided. “where is this coming from?” he asked, his voice finally gaining some conviction. “it’s been a year, why is this becoming such a problem for you now? you knew from the very start not only what i did but how dedicated i was to it. you knew what you were getting yourself into.”

you scoffed, shaking your head. “getting myself into,” you echoed, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. “i’m not doing this.”

“where are you going?” luke called, following you out of the kitchen and into his bedroom, the amount of stuff you kept and time you spent there practically making it yours too.

“i’m going home,” you told him, grabbing one of the gym bags he didn’t use. you practically stormed to the closet, yanking clothes off the hangers. technically, you never officially moved in. you still had a bedroom filled with your stuff in the apartment you shared with your roommate but you rarely stayed there. the only reason you hadn’t officially moved in was because you were waiting for an official invitation and luke assumed that you knew you already had one.

luke rolled his eyes, attempting to grab the clothes from your hands. “you’re already home, y/n, don’t be like that,” he contended.

“you’re right,” you began, turning around to meet his eyes. “i knew what i was getting into and i clearly made a mistake.”

“we’re not a mistake,” he practically growled. “and you know that. you’re just pissed. if you would talk to me about what’s actually bothering you instead of bottling shit up and then exploding over something little, we could figure this out.”

a tear escaped your eye and you saw him go to take a step forward, obviously bothered by your tears, but you stepped back, giving him a pointed you. his jaw flexed, clearly unhappy, but he complied nonetheless. “how are we supposed to have a life when one more concussion can put you out?” you asked softly, the fight in you draining. “what’s the point?”

he closed the distance between you, his palms on your cheeks and forcing you to meet his eyes. they were honest and pleading with a flicked of worry in them. “the point is that i’m so in love with you that, if you asked me to, i wouldn’t fight a single fight again. the point is that i can’t imagine my life without you, doll, so if i have to choose between you or literally anything else in this world, i would choose you every single time,” he confided.

a trembling sob escaped your lips and you collapsed, luckily falling onto the bed. luke wasted no time sitting beside you, his arms wrapped around you as you cried into his chest. he whispered sweet nothings and continuously pressed his lips to your forehead until you calmed down. “you gotta give me something here, or i can’t help you,” he whispered.

“i’m late,” you admitted for the first time out loud, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. the two of you had stopped using protection months ago but you were still on birth control. “about two weeks. my period’s always been weird but this still isn’t normal.”

luke was silent for a few moments, nothing but the sound of your uneven breathing. “well, that explains your mood swings lately,” he pointed out jokingly.

letting out a choked laugh, you elbowed him lightly. “i’m scared, lu,” you whispered, staring down at your ring. “what if i am pregnant?”

“well, i’m quite a fan of the name luke jr.,” he offered.

you rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help but smile. “this is serious,” you reminded him. “and i was being serious earlier. not about us being a mistake but we have to figure something out about you fighting. i know how much you love your job and i don’t want you quit it because i don’t want to be that girlfriend but... we have to meet somewhere in the middle.”

“and we will,” he promised. “i’ll make some calls and take a break so we can figure something out. i want to be here for you, y/n, and our baby. even if that time’s not now, i want to eventually have a kid with you. can you imagine how adorable they’d be?”

you laughed. “with your curls,” you said.

“and your beautiful eyes,” he added, nothing but admiration in his voice.

sniffling, you gave him a smile. he returned it, leaning forward to press his lips to yours. it was meant to be a simple kiss, filled with comfort, love, promise, but luke couldn’t keep it at just that. even the possibility of taking a step forward with you like that - such a huge step - it filled his entire body with giddiness. he felt like a child on christmas morning.

he gently rested his hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss. you felt him nibble on your bottom lip and you just barely moaned, your lips parting. electricity buzzed through your body the second his tongue met yours. every kiss still felt like the very first one and that was only one of the many signs that made you believe luke was it for you. there was no one else.

"lay back,” he murmured against your lips and you didn’t hesitate to listen, moving to rest your head on the pillows. his lips fell from yours, moving along your jaw and down your neck, taking his sweet time. he settled at your collarbone, tugging down the collar of your shirt and leaving his mark there, licking and sucking until he felt it was done. “i love you, y/n. i need you to know that. ever since the second i laid eyes on you, that was all i needed. you were everything i needed.”

you helped him maneuver your shirt off, dropping it on the floor. he tugged at the string of the basketball shorts you wore (ones he recognized as his own) and hooked his fingers around the waistband, pulling them down. he groaned lightly when he saw you weren’t wearing any underwear, already so fucking wet for him. “jesus, sweetheart,” he ground out. “i’ve barely touched you.”

you smirked lightly, the feeling on his rough fingertips dipping into your opening making your toes curl. “don’t act like you don’t know the effect you have on me,” you whispered, gasping when you felt him push two fingers inside of you.

“doesn’t mean it doesn’t still amaze me,” he returned quietly, his lips crashing against yours. “i fucking love it.”

your fingers tangle themselves in his curls, moans getting lost in his mouth as he continued thrusting his fingers inside of you. “fuck,” you muttered against his lips.

“you think you’re ready for my cock?” he mumbled, dragging his lips to your ear. “or d’you think you need my mouth?”

his words sent shivers down your spine. “i need you inside of me, luke, please,” you all but begged.

he laughed throatily. “you sure, baby? i’ll gladly go down on you,” he offered. “you know how much i love the taste of you.”

you involuntarily clenched are his fingers, no doubt in your mind that he felt it. “i wanna be on top,” you told him.

he groaned, his fingers slipping out of you as he rested his forehead on yours. your hand found his, raising the were coated with your juices and slipping them into your mouth. your eyes never left his as you sucked his fingers, his eyes darkening. “god, just marry me,” he pleaded, lust clouding his voice.

you giggled, letting go of his fingers with a pop. “can’t be on top if you won’t lay down, lukey,” you reminded him.

he let out the tiniest whimper, practically dropping onto the bed beside you. you bit your lip as he helped you pull off his pants, his cock springing out. your fingers wrapped around him, pumping him slowly. he dick was achingly hard, the tip a flushed red color. you leaned down, slowly closing your lips around his length. he groaned and you looked up at him, finding his head thrown back. you continued bobbing your head, going further each time and using your hand to pump what couldn’t fit in your mouth. “just like that, baby. fuck,” he encouraged, using his hands to push your hair out of the way so you could move easier (plus he fucking loved seeing you).

just when the tip of him had began to hit the back of your throat, gagging slightly, he gently pulled you off of him. “hey, i was in the middle of something,” you pouted.

“yeah, and i need to be in you,” he shot back, picking you up and dropping you onto the mattress.

“i thought i was going to be on top?” you questioned, watching as he spread your legs as far as they would go and positioned himself, the tip of his cock brushing against your pussy.

he chuckled, pushing forward and watching as his length disappeared inside of you. “yeah, if i had to watch you and your tits bounce on top of me, i would be done in seconds,” he responded. he hovered over you, letting out a choked groan as he bottomed out.

he slowly began to rock his lips, knowing every angle to make your body shiver in the best way. he kept one arm planted to hold himself above you, the other sliding down your body and hooking your leg around his waist, settling on your hip. the grip he had on your fleshy skin was tight and sure to leave a bruise but once he began thrusting harder, you no longer cared.

your fingernails dug into his bicep, feeling the muscles move beneath his skin. “fucking hell, y/n, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he growled, pulling his hips back to slam back into you.

you cried out, your free hand gripping your boob tightly. “luke,” you breathed out, already feeling the knot forming in your stomach.

“so fuckin’ tight around me, but so perfect,” he whispered, almost as if it were to himself. “like you were made for me.”

“i’m gonna cum,” you warned him, your eyes fluttering closed.

he sped up his movements, removing his hand from your hip and to your jaw, holding it in place so he could kiss you. he brushed his thumb along your bottom lip before gently gripping your neck, furthering the sensation. “go ahead, pretty girl. come for me.” that’s all it took to have you practically convulsing around him, your back arching off the bed as you cried out.

his thrusts grew sloppy just as you were coming down from your high, stilling inside you as he groaned loudly, emptying inside of you. he collapsed beside you, both of you breathing heavily. “holy shit,” he breathed out.

you giggled, looking over at him briefly. “definitely in my top 5,” you concluded, your eyes closing.

he laughed, the bed moving as he sat up and raking his fingers through his damp hair. you felt his stare on you and you opened your eyes, finding him staring at your lower half. you followed his gaze to your parted legs, cum dripping from your pussy. your cheeks redden and you pushed your thighs together. “i hate when you do that,” you whined, embarrassment filling you.

“it’s so fucking hot though,” he muttered, walking to the bathroom and coming back with a rag. he pried your thighs apart, cleaning you up with the rag. he tossed it into the dirty basket before slipping on his boxers, throwing the nearest shirt he could find at you. it was a blue flannel and you sloppily buttoned it up before crawling under the blankets. luke plopped beside you on his stomach, his arm through over your midriff. “marry me.”

the same words he’d uttered earlier left his lips but the heat of the moment was an excuse for that, easy for you to brush off. this time there was nothing shielding it. “what?” you still asked dumbly.

he propped himself up on his elbow, his fingers gently brushing the stray hairs out of your face. “marry me,” he repeated.

“shut up,” you told him, laughing nervously.

luke’s expression didn’t change. “i’m serious,” he insisted. “i want everything to be official. i also want you to move in, officially. we definitely should’ve figured that out months ago, when you started paying rent for an apartment you were never at."

you stared at him with wide eyes, your heart beating loudly. “luke, you don’t have to do this just because we might be pregnant,” you began to stammer. “i mean, yes, i’ll move in, but we don’t even know if i’m pregnant, you know? not for sure. i don’t want you making any rash decisions on a maybe a-” you stopped yourself when he had an opened velvet box in front of you, a beautiful ring sat inside. it was nothing extravagant, because he knew you wouldn’t want that, but it was beautiful nonetheless. “what is this?”

luke laughed. “the ring i’m using to bribe you to say yes,” he teased. “i’ve had it for a couple of months now, trying to figure out when was the right time and not scare myself out of it because it’s only been a year. but you’re it for me, y/n. you’ve ruined me for everybody else. there’s no one else for me but you and i’d love for you to give me the honor of calling you my wife.”

you blinked a couple of times, sitting upright, your eyes not moving away from the box. “i’m gonna just start putting it on your finger and i want you to stop me if it’s a no, okay?” he took it out, dropping the box on the bed as he grabbed your hand and began to slowly slip the ring on.

“where the hell have you been keeping this?” was all you managed to get out. you were constantly reorganizing his room because he was a total slob; how have you not seen it?

luke laughed, gazing at your hand once the ring was completely on. he was amazed you didn’t stop him, honestly. “seriously? you ask me that before saying yes or no?” he questioned. “i, um, i’ve been keeping it in the box of condoms in the nightstand. figured it was the perfect hiding place that you’d never look in.”

your jaw dropped, remembering all the time you almost threw the box away. “i almost threw that away so many times!” you exclaimed.

luke laughed. “good thing you didn’t, right?” he asked. “so that’s a yes?”

“of course it’s a yes, luke,” you responded, pressing your lips to his.

luke smiled, his tongue poking out to wet his lips. “i know we have a lot to figure out but... take it one step at a time? as a team?” he offered, holding out his pinky finger.

you mirrored his smile, hooking your pinky around his. “as a team,” you promised.

[deepdarkwaters]

Hartwin student/teacher AU

An aching head full of rage is probably a perfectly normal thing to have at a time like this, but it will be a freezing cold day in hell before Harry ever gives Chester fucking King the satisfaction of knowing that one of his shots has landed at last.

He speaks with the same mild, borderline amused tone as always. "A strange choice of suit, isn't it, to fire me in?"

Chester's eyes narrow. "What do you mean?"

"The three-piece grey windowpane check, finished down to the smallest detail"--Harry holds up his hands--"by these very fingers less than two weeks before you called me in here to tell me the quality of my work has been steadily declining over the last few years and you have no option but to let me go."

Now he looks like he's bitten into a lemon, the miserable old bastard. Good. "Yes, well," Chester says smoothly after the briefest of pauses to collect himself, "I suppose even a stopped clock is right twice a day."

Harry allows himself the indulgence of a quick fantasy where he flings himself across the gap between their armchairs and throttles Chester to death.

Then he stands up, wishes the business luck with a sarcasm he's trained over his lifetime to cling to his words like honey, and leaves. Down the stairs, past Hamish in the hall and Andrew behind the counter, out through the front door, down the steps, and away up the street towards Green Park and home.

Harry Hart is fifty-two years old, and unemployed for the first time in thirty-four years.

A crisis meeting at the pub isn't exactly top of his to-do list right now - he'd rather be at home drinking enough gin to start believing that posting all his Kingsman suits through the paper shredder in his study is an acceptable way of addressing his hurt feelings - but James Spencer is irrepressible when he's outraged about something. He chases Harry halfway down Savile Row and hustles him into a cab instead, collecting Alistair and Hamish from the front steps and whizzing off across Mayfair towards Mr Fogg's.

"We can't solve every problem in the world with cocktails," Harry says grumpily, but James only looks at him like he's said something immensely stupid.

"Well, have you tried? Try, at least."

He strongarms Harry into their usual banquette in the corner, and quickly conjures up a round of gin sours and offensively fruity whisky concoctions that makes Hamish curl his lip like he can smell a mystery fart in the air - although, like every week, he doesn't actually go as far as declining.

"It's a damn travesty," James announces eventually when nobody else speaks up.

Harry glares at the egg froth in his drink and says nothing, which James seems to find encouraging.

"You know it's only so he can drag in his sorry little prig of a grandson, don't you?" he continues. "This rotten foetus would have been expelled from school a dozen times over if dear old daddy weren't in cahoots with all the other old boys who run the place. Spoiled rotten, never in his life had to face up to the consequences of the appalling way he treats people."

"He had a howling tantrum at Roxy's twelfth birthday party," Alistair says. "Because she had a heap of presents to open later and he didn't."

"Yes, and when she told him to stop carrying on he screamed at his father to kick her out. Of her own birthday party! I mean, we ought to feel sorry for him really, I suppose. It's not as if he had much of a chance to learn how to behave with that dreadful family. But isn't 'don't be a horrid little fucking toad' a fundamental thing, like knowing how to breathe without having to check the steps on YouTube every bloody time?"

"What happened to the army?" Hamish asks, pretending he's not enjoying how much raspberry syrup and honey there is mixed with his whisky. "The way Chester was bragging about that a while ago, you'd think the boy was some kind of superhero."

James snorts, derision interfering momentarily with his ability to pipe his rum and ginger into his mouth through the straws. "Unlucky for him, his family couldn't save him from being kicked out of there once it became clear what a lazy snotty coward he was. Talked back one too many times, refused to follow orders, kept starting fights - out on his arse, and presumably too useless to make his own way in the world. From what I gather his mother threw quite a tantrum of her own, and next thing we know Chester's kicking out the finest tailor in this city to make room in the workshop for her precious baby instead."

They're all silent for a while, drinking, thinking. Then Hamish says, "Surely he won't last here, either. He'll get bored having to do some work, or think he's above serving people, and walk out in a strop. Chester's going to ring you up in two weeks begging you to come back."

"Chester can bugger himself with an entire bolt of Harris tweed!" Harry snaps, and knocks back the rest of his drink. "No, look, I appreciate your outrage, all of you, I really do," he says a bit more calmly, blotting his mouth on his handkerchief. "But thirty-four years is a bloody long time to spend pretending you don't utterly despise a person. And I don't live too extravagantly, I've got plenty of money saved - perhaps retirement isn't a bad idea."

Silence again, vaguely uncomfortable. Harry's always been the kind of person who abhors not having something to do, and backtracking on that now seems like a desperate attempt to save face, which obviously it is, and they know it, and he knows they know it, and now he's gone and made it awkward.

"Another drink?" Alistair offers. Harry nods, and hears James murmur get him something with a paper umbrella in it. In James' world, cocktails with paper umbrellas in are the quickest way to lift a bad mood. At least the thought is there.

"Retirement?" Hamish prompts, and Harry heaves out a sigh that feels like it comes from the very depths of his bitter sarcastic tired little soul. "What the hell are you going to do with all that time?"

"Develop my alcoholism," Harry suggests. He begins ticking off a count on his fingers. "Wear clothes from the high street. Read all of the books I've not had time for these last few years. Sleep until two in the afternoon if I want to. Download one of those atrocious apps and have an enormous amount of unfulfilling sex with younger men while my back's still good enough to handle it. Start writing navel-gazing poetry. Go and do a cookery course or life drawing or something at college with all the other beige old retirees."

Nobody has to say out loud what a fucking miserable life that sounds like. He already knows, he can feel it twisting sourly in his stomach like the roil of a hangover.

"Well, cheers," he mutters gloomily, picking the umbrella out of his ridiculous cocktail and flicking it at James. Paper umbrellas can't save him now, and trying to imagine anything that might is far too daunting to think about only a drink and a half in.

Chapter 1 on Ao3

[tolkiennub]

I'm Done

Okay so I’m sorry for this stupid ramble post but I literally can’t take it anymore and I need to get this off my chest. So as you all know break ups literally suck ass. In all my past experiences I’ve seldom been on the receiving end of a break up, but here I am and it sucks.

I will come right out and say it. I totally have commitment issues. Not in the sense that I want to cheat or anything, but the chase for me is always way more fun than the relationship itself. Don’t get me wrong I really want a lasting relationship, but if you don’t hook me in the beginning, then I’m onto the next crush. I do realize that’s a bit harsh, but it’s just the way I am and no matter how hard I’ve tried to change I always go back to my ways. I end up trying too hard to be something I’m not, then I get frustrated, then I get bored, and then I’m off again. (Please ppl don’t take this the wrong way; I’m not full of myself, I don’t think I’m “the shit”, I just do this and I don’t really know why).

So, I’m usually the one breaking up with someone else. This time, that was not the case. And it sucks.

I have the most terrible judgement on the face of planet earth. So far I’ve picked people with the personality of an unsalted peanut, or people whose sex drives are always on full throttle. Never anyone in between, never that perfect balance that I know is right for me. Until I met ~him~.

He was tall, dark fluffy hair, and as cute as a lil bean. He was charming, devilishly handsome, and…

A fuckboi

I knew he was a complete and total jackass. I knew that it would never work out right and it would all end in flames. But shit. He was so genuine and kind and amazing and everything I ever wanted that I couldn’t help it. So I went for it. And that’s exactly what happened.

He knew exactly what I wanted. He knew how to rope me in. He made all these promises about “what you heard is true but I’d do anything for you” and “you’re not like these other girls, I actually want you” and “you’re so beautiful and I just want this to last”. Bullshit bullshit bullshit. I totally fell for it. I ate up every last word.

Instead of going out, I just went over to his place for our first “date”. We talked and made out and cuddled and watched movies and it was great. I really thought that he could change for me.

Flash forward to about two weeks later. We’d talked in class and texted a lot, but I hadn’t seen him since I went to his place. I’d played for a competitive club volleyball team and it was the last couple weeks of the season so naturally I was pretty busy. Also with finals quickly approaching, there wasn’t a lot of time for a relationship. But we talked and walked home sometimes and everything was good. At least I thought.

So I finally have another free weekend and I go over to his place again. And everything was going fine. We were making out and I was perfectly good with just that. I’ve found that rushing straight into ~sexual relations~ can be a disaster, so I wanted to take my time with him, especially because I thought I had found a really good guy with a lot of potential. I wanted to wait a bit, and when he started snaking his hand down my shorts I politely made that very clear.

He respected my wishes, but was obviously very upset about it. I felt bad, but inner strong-independent-woman me kicked in and told me I shouldn’t be obligated to have sex just because my boyfriend wants to, and I shouldn’t feel bad about that. So normal me patted myself on the back and after a while, i went home.

That’s when it all went to shit. We started talking less often. Kissing less often. Spending time together rarely ever. I started to wonder if I should just sleep with this guy so he would like me again, or at least act like it.

Then, the day after school ended, I got a text. He wanted to break up because we “didnt talk enough”.

I hate being weak. I absolutely fucking hate it. I hate feeling like i have no control, and that I’m losing grip on myself and the people around me. I hate admitting that I was wrong. I hate opening up to people.

This fucked me up. It hit every damn mark.

I had gotten myself played. If I didn’t mention earlier, this guy was the new kid that smoked 24/7 and was dumb as a sack of shit. Not only did he just want to fuck me, I found out later that I was his showpiece. His reputation boost. I was pissed.

I couldn’t help but feel like it was my own fault. I k n e w he was wrong for me, but I did it anyway. I k n e w it would end like this, but I did it anyway. I got left high and dry and it was my own stupid fault.

I listened to a lot of Beyoncé that night.

I watched a lot of Markiplier and Orlando Bloom interviews

I watched a lot of LOTR

And a week later, I cried like a bitch. It hadn’t hit me until then how much I would miss him. How much potential he had to be everything I ever wanted, and how I never would have that with him. I was alone. And even though my sistas wanted to be there, there’s only so much your friends can do. Some things you must weather yourself.

I did not cry for him. I cried for what he could’ve been, and everything that he wasn’t. I would rather die than ever spend my days crying over some stupid fuckboi.

I think most every teenage girl has an experience like this, and I know I’m no exception. I’m not special and there’s no reason for anyone to read this because everyone knows how the story goes. Everyone has this same story. But that doesn’t make the pain any less easy to feel. Pain demands to be felt. Just because everyone else has done it doesn’t mean it’s easy.

Anyways, I’m sorry for this long mess of a post. But I needed to make this post to truly let go. So baby, goodbye. I hope you know it hurt like hell, but I’m over it and I learned from it. I’m still going to miss you, but I’m done, and I don’t need you to validate me anymore. In the end I have no regrets, not even for you babe.

~emma

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