#thats enough redheads today

[geniemillies]

is this your high lord 🤨?? pt3

im sick so i camnt draw serious art sorry all i got are these for today 😔 it has been a while since the last one anywayy

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i have no explanation for this one tbh-

him when nesta's free to dance:

two erises today what is he doing to mee 😨😨

nurse he's out again

tamlin as soon as he got his powers back vs amarantha VISUALIZED

and a bonus azriel he's not a hl butt the og image reminded me of him

there are other dumb doodles here and here..

[dawnoftime22]

stranger.

| W.M -> N.R

Undeserving of a Love Like Yours, Chapter 7

Chapter Warnings: A little overthinking here and there, but thats basically it

Summary: After days of trying to move on from a break up, you were still stuck in your head, although when you're in a walk outside with Lucky the pizza dog, everything jumps the start of a change.

Series Summary: When you're stuck in a complete hole of confusion and hurt with the one you thought you loved most, a certain redhead finds her way into your life.

Word Count: 4k

Category: mostly fluff, some hurt/comfort?

A/N: just wanted to say I'm giving hugs to all of you :]

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| Started on 31/03/2024, 7:10 AM |

| Finished on 08/04/2024, 12:00 PM |

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<- Chapter 6 Chapter 8 ->

"Every decision is sensitive anyway."

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A week or so later, as the birds flew in a small group, the morning air wakes you up gently. The cold orange glow filling the walls told you the sun had gone up. You hadn't been in this bedroom for a while now, but even so, New York's feeling with the cars bustling in the background was still captured.

You blink the sleep away, the comforter around you keeping you warm while the chilly air still met your face. This was the best part of a morning. A feeling you almost can't describe.

The bed was only big enough to fit you, so it didn't feel like there was much of an empty space beside you, but it's not where the heartbreak would just end instantly.

You turn on your side, your hand clumsily grabbing your phone as you yawned. The cable charging the phone moved along with it, making sounds of it hitting the side of the bed.

All that was in your mind was to simply check the time or catch up on anything you missed whilst sleeping, but when your thumb clicks on the power button, the screen shows a whole load of missed calls along with messages-- both from yesterday, today, and all the days before.

Deflating a bit, you sigh, your hand holding the device falling down onto the bed as you tried to ignore the gnawing feeling in your heart.

You stare at the walls and ceiling for a moment, your hands gripping whatever they held before you turn back to your phone and let your finger impulsively tap on a button.

Clear Notifications

They disappear from the screen, leaving it empty and now only showing your lockscreen. But you don't linger any longer on your phone, putting it back down and facing the other way instead, where the windows sat with its edges illuminated.

Technically they aren't entirely gone. Though, at least they aren't sitting there screaming at you just as you look at your phone.

You wanted to pull the covers over yourself and bury your face into the pillow, the comforting warmth of the bed only luring you to, but, you started to see the light only growing brighter as the sun was going further up.

As you took a deep breath to prepare for the day ahead, you pull the covers off yourself, begrudgingly pushing yourself with your arms to sit up. You wouldn't be able to go back to sleep anyway.

And besides, if you did, you were sure Kate or Lucky would come in your room and wake you up so you weren't just stuck in your bed all day.

Slowly, you move to let your feet touch the floor before finally standing up, the bed creaking slightly. The small breeze in your movement and not having any more protection of warmth from the covers had a shiver going down your spine, but it soon faded away.

The trail you went to get to the bathroom was slow. Well, it was more just you lingering by leaning your back on the frame of the bed, pulling the curtains slightly to look out the window, stretching, or resting your elbows on the chestdrawer as you ran your hands down your face to gather yourself together.

The way the sunlight fades away due to a cloud blocking it and darkening the room, it only made you want to just further on give up on all the things your body needs.

But you shake your head, going into the bathroom as your thoughts dissolve only to one, and that is, going into the bathroom. You turn on the sink, splashing your face with cold water so you could wake up.

That definitely did something. You blink and reach over to grab a towel, wiping the water off your face. Yet still, a yawn makes it way out your mouth as you walk to the shower. You peel your clothes off to then step in, making sure the temperature was right.

The water ran down your skin and soothed your sore morning muscles. Minutes pass by later with warmth and you soon step out the bathroom with your hair dripping. The curtains at the windows swayed along with the wind from the ceiling fan, making the sunlight peeking through, dancing along the floor and the walls.

You open the closet doors, letting your fingers gently grab the clothes that were stored within it to slip on. Once you finish, you walk over to your bed to grab your bluetooth headphones, your thumb clicking on the power button.

When it didn't turn on, your shoulders fall down slightly. It had ran out of battery and you forgot to charge it. Reluctantly, you change the wire on your charger from your phone's and plug it to the headphones. Then, your eyes linger on your bedside table, seeing your wired earphones sitting atop it, one earbud dangling off the side and moving slightly.

Your hand picks it up and you grab out your phone, connecting it so you could play some music. The earbuds fitted your ears comfortably as you made your way to the bedroom door, opening it with a click.

Looking out, you find the living room and kitchen to be empty, but you do find a sleeping Lucky laying lazily at the couch. The refrigerator hummed quietly while your legs took you to it, the doors opening smoothly. Feeling fancy as the gentle rhythm of your song continued on, you grab some eggs, opting to cook it and eat it with some toast.

When the doors closed, you see a bright colored note stuck onto the fridge, written down by Kate it seems. It had 'take Lucky out on a walk!' upon it, and you tilted your head, humming. There was nothing much to really do today anyway, so maybe it would do some good to go out on a walk. Especially with Lucky.

You grab the pan and turn on the heat, warming it up before cracking open the eggs. The sizzles sound out through the apartment, and right as you were about to move and get a drink from the fridge, you feel a nose boop against your leg.

Looking down, your eyes land on the golden retriever that was sitting on the couch earlier, looking up at you happily, his tail wagging gently.

A soft giggle made its way out your mouth at the sight. "Morning, Lucky," Your hand gently goes through his fur, scratching behind his ear for a few seconds before you boop his nose.

He follows you as you go to the fridge, grabbing out the carton that held orange juice. You check on the eggs and make sure you don't accidentally get them burnt, finishing them up first by sliding them on a plate before pouring your drink into a glass.

The plate gently clinks as you set it down on the dining table, and you were about to sit down, but in the corner if your eye, you catch Kate's bow sitting right in front of the little training room she had.

Your eyes flicker from your meal and the bullseye, then you decide to walk over to the bow, picking it up. Lucky sits down near you, tilting his head in curiosity.

Carefully, you grab an arrow and place it in between the middle and the bowstring, then firmly grip everything and pulling the arrow back. Your eyes focus on the target and you aim, until finally, you release it, making it fly across the space with great speed.

The arrow lands right near the edge of the bullseye, but it was lodged in between the red line. Lucky barks, and you laugh, the anticipation of drawing an arrow back then finding out where it hits doesn't fail in giving a little serotonin. At least, when you're just having fun.

Wanting to do at least one more, you grab another arrow, placing it in the same place and getting your stance kind of right, having learnt from Kate...once.

Out of your vision, in the meanwhile, Kate had woken up, her bedroom door quietly opening and closing as she went out. Kate's eyes travel to your bedroom door, tilting her head to peek into your room. When she found the bed to be empty, she looks around the room to see you standing at the archery area.

She smiles slightly and speaks up, walking towards you, "You know, we should--" she cuts herself off when you quickly turn on your feet, your body following the movement as you unexpectedly heard her and get jumped.

"Whoa there!" She splutters out, instantly putting her hands up with a nervous chuckle as she saw the arrow being pointed at her, already drawn back.

Your eyes widen when you see Kate with her own wide blue eyes staring back at you. "Oh--" You quickly loosen your grip on the arrow, and a small smile comes up on her face, although, you can see a hint of fear.

"Okay, let's not kill anyone here." She says quickly and softly, then takes a few steps forward, lowering the bow you held.

"Sorry." You said sheepishly with a small chuckle, letting go of the bow and arrow as she ends up gently taking it from you with care, storing it back in its original place.

"It's okay, its not all the time I accidentally sneak up on someone and get...an arrow pointed in my face." She waves her hand off, then feel Lucky licking her skin, to which she pets his head and then kneel down slightly to run both her hands through his fur, his saliva going on her cheek slightly.

"I didn't mean to, you came out of nowhere!" You utter out, your face apologetic as you watch her stand back up properly, laughing slightly in her walk to the kitchen, her eyes lingering on your breakfast that was still warm.

"Hey, at least you're not the first person thats done it." She shrugs, grabbing two slices of bread and placing them into the toaster.

"I'm not?" Your face instead contorts into a curious one while Kate leans back on the kitchen counters, shaking her head with a smile.

"Nope," she said simply, and you raise your eyebrows, a hum coming out of you, but don't push on more to it. You walk back over to the dining table to sit down and finally start on your breakfast.

"Since you want to shoot something thats not a target so early on, you wanna join me for archery class?" Kate casually says as she grabs the carton of orange juice you had left on the counter, pouring herself a glass to drink.

You thought about it for a moment, then thought of the people, then thought about possibly getting scolded by the teacher for getting a stance or shot wrong.

"No, no, it's okay." You shake your head, insistently waving your hand as a gesture to add to your expression, awfully too worried about doing anything new at the moment.

"I can actually get you in, you know." The toast jumps out brown, and Kate slides it out, making a quick sandwich for herself.

"I would really love to, but...maybe next time. I'll probably take Lucky on a walk for today." You turn her down as kindly as you could, giving her a tight lipped smile that she didn't mind.

Kate takes a bite into her sandwich with a crunch, then turns around to put the orange juice back, and finally sees the bright note she had left on the fridge the other day. "Ah...I forgot I put that up." She said quietly, her head moving in a gentle nod, returning the orange juice before closing the fridge and looking back at you.

"Well, if thats what you want." She shrugs lightly, making sure her phone was in her pocket and she had her keys as she walked to the front door.

"But call me if you're staying out after the sun goes down." She points her finger at you, standing by the door with her other hand on the handle, her face more serious.

You nod, a warmth filling you at how much she cared, although a thought did cross your mind that it was because you were bringing Lucky, but no. it wasn't just that. "I will," you say quietly, but she saw the mouth movement and her face softens.

"Okay, bye!" Kate said as she went out the door with a wave. Quickly, you mirror her hand movement, echoing her goodbye and adding in her name along with it, "Bye, Kate!"

You settle back down in your seat at the dining table again, the quietness of the apartment somehow only being louder than it should. What if, in honest truth, you shouldn't be here? Kate's just too nice.

A touch to your hand from Lucky's nose snapped you out, the dog noticing how you had stilled and spaced out suddenly. You turn to look at him, his smile seeming to be the most comforting on earth at the moment.

"It's just you and I, huh?" You whispered, barely even above the sound of a breath as your hands petted his head.

You then cup the sides of the pizza dog's head, looking into his almond eyes. He stared back at you, his face clueless and almost understanding at the same time.

A heavy sigh escapes your mouth, feeling the weight of your body growing rather than lessening. You were taking steps forward, but it wasn't easy to not stop or reverse here and now.

Your hands let go of Lucky and turn back to the toast and eggs, finishing off the last of it. There were few places you could bring the pizza dog to-- the dog park, a pizza place...Your eyes linger on the empty pizza box that was yet to be thrown out. He's definitely had some just a day or so ago. It's probably better off to not spoil him. The dog park it is, then.

Pushing off the table, you pick up your empty plate and glass, taking it to the sink. Having already showered, you decide to simply change your outfit into something more fitted for the outdoors.

Lucky was laid down, chewing on a pizza toy of his, the little thing in his mouth making very quiet squeaking sounds as you walk back into the living room.

When you grab the leash, he instantly sits up more properly, his eyes widening at the sight. You chuckle, making your way over to the dog.

He met you halfway already though, leaving his toy and looking up at you, the golden charm on his collar swinging from the movement. "You know it. We're going out, buddy," your hands work on putting the leash on the collar, making sure it was properly on there.

After that, you stood up and walked to the front door, Lucky following behind you. Of course, you check you've gotten everything before going out, the door creaking slightly.

You weren't outside quite yet, needing to go down the stairs. Once you were out, the streets were calmer than usual, but not peaceful. It held people on their phones looking all ready for business, taxis passing through, people with their children and all that.

Luckily, the path you were taking seemed to slowly turn emptier, you and Lucky walking in step with each other and weaving through obstacles. You still had your earphones on, playing music as you went.

The sun kissed your skin gently, but still the cold air of New York let off a comforting temperature, mixing in with the warmth.

You feel the pace of the golden retriever's steps beside you slow down, which had you curiously looking down for a moment, seeing how Lucky had his head and eyes locked on something.

You follow his gaze and see nothing that could interest him for a moment, until your eyes travel up and see a pizza logo, the giant sign obvious as it hanged from the front of the restaurant, and it seems you took too long to realize the path held a troublesome situation.

You feel the tug on your hand from Lucky pulling the leash, the start of a run to get to the pizza place as he went further out of sync with your walking.

"Lucky, wait!" You yelp, thankfully the streets being emp...well. You thought it was, until you bump into someone, making Lucky instantly stop and turn to look at you.

You regain your surroundings soon and blink, feeling the slightest pain on your chest and arm from the hit of someone else's body. "Sorry! He gets..." You quickly apologize, until trailing off when you see the person in front of you, their own eyes slightly wide from shock.

"Oh, you're..." you take a step back, quietly saying the words as you try to process if you got dizzy and were imagining things, or if your eyes were actually seeing a redhead in front of you. One particularly familiar.

"The one in the rain," she utters out quietly herself, her eyebrows furrowed as her brain probably tried to process it the same as yours were. The breeze of the cool wind ran through her hair, making her seem all the more graceful and taking both your words and breath away.

"Are you okay?" She asks, and you hear the bit of rasp in her voice as she checks you for any sign of visible pain, and you were only rubbing your forearm.

"Yeah- I...I should be asking you that, I'm sorry, I didn't accidentally hurt you or anything, right?" you ask, your own eyes darting on her while a nervous chuckle comes from your mouth, but she shakes her head gently.

"No. In fact, you seem like you got hit harder," she said gently, her face holding a look of concern. Lucky was standing by, watching and now curious about what was happening, but he was more impatient to go to the nearby pizza place.

"Good," You nod, the smallest warmth coming upon your face as you gave her a tight lipped smile. There was a beat of silence, but it wasn't long until she spoke up again.

"So, we both went to New York." She tilts her head, about to slip her hand into her pockets until she felt her hand getting sniffed, bumped by the nose and licked by the golden retriever that caused this situation to arise.

"Yeah, that's..." you trail off as you notice Lucky barely keeping his excitement as he introduced himself to this kind stranger you only briefly met from the airport. You try to get him to give the redhead space, your hands reaching to gently pull him back. "Lucky, calm down."

She chuckles softly, and even though the sound was just a breath, something about it made you question what was happening. Such as, reality, or dream, or movie. "It's alright." her hand reaches down and pets him lightly. "Is this your dog?" she asks, glancing up at you.

"No. No, he belongs to a friend of mine." You reply, watching how she and Lucky interacted, as if it was natural. He seemed radiant, but you couldn't tell if it was because of her kind presence or the way there was a fresh pizza brought out by a waiter, seen from the restaurant window.

"He's cute," she said simply, her hand still going through his soft fur, then landing on the charm on his collar. You presume she was reading his name for a moment, but you didn't mind.

"Yeah. He...gets excited when he sees anything with pizza because he loves eating it." You smile gently, shaking your head as your mind goes over the dog's antics, especially with him turning his head from you and the redhead.

"A dog that eats pizza? That's the first I've heard." She slides her hands smoothly into the pocket of her brown coat, her expression curious and intrigued.

"Yup. He's a special kind." Your head moves in a the gentle motion of a nod as you went to lightly pat his head, and he only derpily had his tongue out. You can see the green eyes of the redhead watching your movements.

The two of you were quiet for a moment once again, your heart beating faster than normal, for some odd reason. Perhaps both of you were questioning whether it was fate that had you two meeting once more, or a coincidence.

"...What do you say to grabbing coffee sometime?" she said suddenly, but her voice was calm. Your eyes widen for a moment in surprise, but you regain your composure after blinking once or twice.

"Well, it's only fair since you saved me from the rain." She raises her eyebrows at you, and you try your best to not focus on your ever growing heartrate, although there was a hint of a smile on her face.

"No, I'm kidding, I'd love to grab coffee with you." you shook your head, your playful side seeming to be coming out a little too much, but the corners of her lips raise up more properly anyway. You shared each other's contacts after a few seconds, having put it in your phones.

She checks her watch, glancing down the street in the direction she was going in, then looking back at you. "I have to do something, but just...contact me whenever," the words came out rushed, but yet gentle while you see her start to walk away.

"Okay...Uh, stay safe!" you say with a slightly louder volume so she could hear you better. But she only turns back around to take a look at you with a chuckle.

"You should be the one staying safe." She turns back to her own route, and the sentence made a small laugh come from you.

Feeling oddly more light and warm, you were about to continue walking, until you realize Lucky wasn't moving, then he gently, this time, walked forward to pull you to the pizza place. You held your ground though, determined to only go to the dog park.

"No, you already had pizza just a few days ago." At that, he surrenders and turns back around to walk with you, his ear raising up as he looked back at the restaurant, whimpering quietly.

"I'll get you treats and play fetch." Upon hearing his other favorite words, his disappointment seemed to fade away.

The walk didn't last much longer, and you soon arrive to the park, the space, once more, not being too crowded, but not empty either.

You roam the grassy area until you find a place where it was completely empty, a beautiful tree sitting with shade catching your eyes. A perfect spot to hang out at.

You went and sat down on the grass, your back against the tree as Lucky followed beside you. You smile slightly, your hand going in your bag to grab a small ball.

He perks up and prepares, watching as you raised it up then threw it. He jumps and bolts off to grab it, his speed making you chuckle in surprise.

Soon he quickly retrieved it, coming back to you with his fur moving all over the place and dropping the ball beside you.

"You wanna do it again?" you ask, and he only stared at you. You threw it again, trying to do it a little farther on. This keeps going with a few tricks here and there, rewarded with some treats you brought.

The both of you gets tired sometime later, and you were now completely laid down against the grass, Lucky having his head on your stomach with his paws curled up.

The breeze of the wind lightly brushes your face and goes through your hair as you stare up at the sky, watching the clouds move.

This felt all too familiar.

Every memory, everything, except in different places.

Your gentle breathing, and the weight of a head on your body.

Your hand reaches up into the sky, your fingers uncurling themselves as you felt the wind.

This wasn't even the same park.

Yet, it still flooded through you like you had just experienced the moment yesterday.

Lucky had his eyes closed as your hand dropped onto your chest and you look down, away from the sky as if to not think about it anymore.

The device in your pocket felt more obvious as the seconds went by, and you start to give in, grabbing your phone from your pocket.

You check it, and you see the high amount of numbers in the corner of the calls and messages icons, an obvious red background behind it. Deciding finally, you tap on the messages app.

The texts written and sent to you by the brunette was short. Sent in multiple messages that make up one or two sentences. The first one was a paragraph of an apology, and your eyes skim over it, your heart already aching.

Your thumb then hovers over the missed calls, a decision in your head...

end of chapter 7. <3

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[rosearcanaeum]

(Ten) people I'd like to know better

Tagged by: @screechingfromthevoid <3

Last song: Far From Me by Chase Noseworthy is just on repeat. Sad boy Vax and perfect for my range!

Favorite color: it really depends on context honestly. But the most general is soft pink.

Last book: 😅 I've been struggling through Nein Eyes of Lucien for a while.... more honestly its Call of the Netherdeep and Explorers Guide to Wildemount. I truely read far more fanfic than anything else.

Last movie: I watched Night at the Museum for the first time this week. It was waaaaaay better than I ever imagined. I knew it was good and funny. It was also incredibly sincere and I can't get enough of that.

Last show: speaking of sincere, I'm about halfway through Frieren: beyond journey's end. And holy shit! I have never seen any media with a character who views and interacts with death the way i do. Its pretty heavy as shows go but its trustworthy. (I have a hard time with new stuff most of the time. Cr is one exception and this is too apparently)

Sweet/spicy/savory: no joke I've eaten salt before lol. But i prefer combos or all 3. Sweet spicy is underrated.

Relationship status: I live with my queer platonic partner. Its still just buckwild to me. As a kid i hated the idea of living with a partner cuz i didnt want so many aspects of what i was told that looked like. But hey guess what, y'all can decide what your relationships look like. We have separate rooms, are not sexually involved, rarely even touch tbh. And we love each other very much and want to grow old together in a house with cats.

They're touch averse and I'm sensory seeking. My fun Sunday night (out dancing) is their nightmare. But because we are who we are and how we understand and communicate in our relationship we rely on each other for only things that are available. I'll tell them all the dumb shit i see and do on Grindr and we'll sit on the couch and knit together.

Also my brain nearly explodes everytime I realize not only do we do couple stuff, we have couple friends we do couple stuff with. 18 year old me would have never believed you if you told them.

Last thing I looked up: I looked up the caffeine content of the thai tea concentrate I got my partner to see if i could try it. And shockingly i should be able to. Still gonna eat first and be careful though.

Current obsession: I'm pretty spread out rn, unusually. Ive got a sweater im excited about. And I'm on my 3rd attempt at a dorym water bottle sleeve I'm designing. This one should work now. Honestly dorym is probably no. 1 on my list. I shipped that back in exu, along with a bunch of stuff cuz I'm a delightful multishipper. So i feel particularly excited about dorym finally taking off. But also that while dorian was always looking to orym if anything else had come along he was there for the ride. I love robbie so so much. He is such a good character storyteller!

Looking forward to: today im hanging with 2 friends im usually in a larger group with so thats gonna be fun. Looking forward to baking off the beef wellingtons i made for my partner for xmas. And im looking forward to being able to work full time again in the new year. Ive been on part time for health reasons and stayed because i was spending hours on the phone fighting for insurance coverage. Now that both a done i can work more. I love my job and its a particular kind of boredom that i get when i cant work. Lol speaking of, im looking forward to the holidays being over. The office closures normally screw us but now im only working thurs fri for the next 2 weeks and I'll have try really hard to keep busy enough. At least my partner has 2 of the days off with me!

No pressure tags; not sure I can get to 10 and please dont feel obligated but I'd love to see yours (if you havent already. Ive been avoiding spoilers a lot recently so may not have seen it): @vigilante-apologist @standbyyourmantis @soedblackchaos @forestthechonkykitty @corrrvid @local-redhead-bookworm and luddles looks like you did already do this.

Thats all i got. If you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged!

[lost-walmartbag]

Kyle x reader p. 1

Warning: Swearing, violence, all characters are over 18!

Background: It's your freshman year of college and you have been dating your boyfriend Jake since middle school. One day as you walk around campus you see Jake with another girl and snap. Thankfully Kyle was there to pull you away.

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"I hope you fucking die." You growl at your boyfriend who you caught making out with a random girl.

You punch him square in the face making him stumble back as his nose gushes blood. The girl looks at you with fear in her eyes. You glare at her and then back down at your boyfriend.

"Dont hurt her." He says holding his nose.

"Not going to im gonna hurt you." You say kicking him in the balls.

"Woah hey hey." A man says as he pulls you away from him.

"Let go of me!" You yell trying to get out of his grip.

"You crazy bitch." Your boyfriend yells out in pain.

"I'll show you fucking crazy." You yell back trying to get out of the mystery person's grasp.

"You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend you dick." The girl says pouring her smoothie on him as he's still on the floor. The girl walks away calming you down a bit.

"Dont ever fucking talk to me again not even to get your shit I'm burning it!" You say as the person holding you drags you away. You look up seeing a tall boy with pale skin an big red curly hair.

He sees you looking at him and blushes a bit. "Please don't kill me I just didn't want security to come. Not the he didn't deserve what you did to him."

He let's you go once you got far enough away. You dust yourself off and look down at your bloody hand. You sit down on the bench you were in front of and sigh.

"I'm sorry." You say whipping off the blood on your sweater. "Thanks for keeping me from killing him I guess."

"Dont mention it. But God you went pretty crazy." He said with a chuckle.

"God wouldn't you? Dated since middle school only reason I came to this college and he cheats on me. Doesn't even have the decency to do it in private." You say rubbing your bruised knuckles.

He looks down at your hand and frowns a bit. "Do you want me to help you patch up your hand?"

"You're not a murderer are you?" You ask looking at him causing him to laugh softly.

"I promise I'm not."

"I guess I got nothing better to do." You say getting up and following him to his dorm. Once you walk in you see the room wa well decorated and pretty tidy for a man's room. You see two twin size beds and a desk with a computer. It was not a big room but it had enough space.

Kyle pulls out a first aid kit and pats a space on his bed. You sit down and he holds your hand wrapping some bandages around your hand. 

"Sorry for all the trouble." You mutter.

"Hey don't worry about it you can pay me back sometime if you want." He says with a smile.

Suddenly the door opens and a man with black hair walks in. He looks at the two of you.

"Who's this?" He asks.

"Hey I'm Y/N." You say.

"Stan." He says

"Oh thats right I didn't even ask your name." The redhead said. "I'm Kyle, and I think your hand is all good."

"Thank you." You say and hop off his bed and move your now bandaged hand. "I should get going but thanks for today bye Kyle bye Stan."

You walk out leaving Kyle and Stan there. Kyle let out a sigh and threw his head back. Stan watched Kyle closely just staring at him.

"What?" Kyla asked feeling Stan's eyes on him.

"Y/N? Really?" Stan asked. "I've heard about her she's pretty crazy."

"Tell me about it," Kyle said with a smile.

A/N: Thank you sm for reading im sorry of it not that great I'm very sleep deprived but I hope you enjoyed it at least a little. Lemme know if you want more. I'm pretty new to Tumblr so please be nice to me I will cry. Anyway love you all thank you so much for reading 🩷

[sofiasjornal]

So yesterday we got through the first hundred pages of House of Earth and Blood, 106 to be precise. And I was so pleasantly surprised! Don’t get me wrong, I loved acotar, but it took me a while to get excited about the first book, to get to that point where you just have to keep reading.

With crescent city is just different! I immediately connected with Bryce, I found incredible entertaining that the universe is so similar to ours, and some of Bryce’s feelings are so relatable, like the pain on the heels 👠 or that feeling of just getting home and taking off the bra after a long day of work! It’s so funny to read such normal and mundane feelings in a fantasy universe! Also she’s a redhead and as a fellow redhead I just love it!👩‍🦰

Since I’ve stayed away from all spoilers I have absolutely no idea what is going to happen! I’m assuming being the daughter of the Autumn King will play some part, specially with her power which senses to be awaking up or getting stronger! Also I’m hoping Ruhn will play some kind of part in it, but maybe not since they’re estranged.

Also I liked how Hunt was so sweet with Bryce during the interrogation and saw how close she was from just blowing up. He was clearly concerned about her and show some empathy towards Bryce… I’m assuming he’ll pop out again somewhere in the book!

This all to say that I’m excited! The beginning was enticing enough to hold you to the story and thats the first marker of a great book! Today we’ll continue!

[waywardstraysau]

The First Morning

By: Mod Nightmare

The boys let their situation sink in, and plan a course of action to get back to the school.

Accompanied with the three-way gay/bi panic that is sharing a quasi-domestic living space for the foreseeable future

……….

Edric was used to sharing a bed with Hunter back at the school.

Was it nerve wracking? Yes. Titan only knew the amount of near heart attacks the greenette had waking up in the morning with the small male curled up on top of him. However, watching the violette lazily awaken in the mid morning light, usually accompanied by a big yawn that displayed an adorable tooth gap, made the near misses quite worth the trouble. 

The addition of Jack didn’t present any new problems, at least that night, the redhead being a rather sound, still sleeper.

However, it did bring a new perk to the table.

“You fucking asshole” Jack hissed quietly as Edric ran his fingers through Hunter’s fluffy hair, the Violette having curled up on top of the redhead during the night. “At least help me out! What am I supposed to do?”

“Well, you can either wake him up now and deal with him being cranky” Edric hummed, moving to brush Jack’s soft bangs out of his eyes. “Or, let him wake up on his own. I’d recommend the second option from personal experience”

“Are you serious!? Theres a lot of shit I need to get started on if we want to get home within the next two months, at the earliest!” Jack whisper-shouted, scowling with a bit of a blush as Edric simply moved on to running his fingers through the boy genius’ hair. It was rather messy from a good nights sleep, so it made the other boy appear even more flustered.

Cute.

“Well, if getting back is gonna take a while regardless, then there’s no point in rushing the process” the greenette reasoned, pushing the redheads bangs back again with a little more scrutiny. “Theres other things to focus on in the meantime. For example, we’re gonna need to track down some decent hair-dye, not to mention figure out the whole food situation”

“We could be stuck here forever, and your immediate concern is my dye job” The faux redhead deadpanned, eyebrow twitching as the greenette chuckled, finally withdrawing his hand. 

“It was you who told me you’d prefer choking over ending up having to go back to being ginger” Edric replied, moving to sit up more properly in bed as he checked the clock. “Besides, Hunter is an early riser, soon enough he’ll be up long before we are”

“Why can’t it be today though?” Jack whined, before he went beet red as Hunter shifted a bit in his sleep, his consistent purr rising in volume. “What’s with the purring???”

“It’s a witch thing, he’s happy” Edric hummed, relaxing his back against the headboard as he watched Hunter tighten his arms around the redheads upper torso. “Although, yesterday was certainly the first time I’ve heard him purr so audibly when conscious”

“Thats… really weird”

“It’s only weird because you don’t do it” Edric replied, summoning his glasses and a book he’d checked out from the library before the whole disaster took place. “Just, relax, Hunter will be up soon enough, and he won’t say anything about this”

“Just how often does he-“

“No idea, he’s usually up long before me” Edric cut off the inquiry, putting his glasses on and opening his book to where he’d left off. “Let him sleep, he needs it”

……………

“Alright, Jack, you have the floor” Hunter hummed as Jack settled down at the lab table, spreading out the blueprints he’d managed to salvage from his previous attempts to return home. “What’s our game plan for getting home? I assume you were making attempts when Wuya first left you here”

“You assume correctly” Jack replied, a little flattered by how well the violette knew him. “That’s probably the only good news I have in that regard, though”

“Whats the bad news?” Edric asked as Jack flattened out the creases of the old paper, some small aspects having worn a bit or become illegible due to exposure and having been written hastily in pencil. 

“Well, this is the closest I got in attempts to design the portal we’d need” He huffed, glaring at the half-concepted mess on the paper. “Not only that, but since this world essentially lives off the magic that flows through it, electricity is completely useless as a power source for a portal out”

“So we just need a source of raw magic?” Hunter asked, and at Jack’s affirmation, he reached into his jacket and produced a scroll made of ink tablets, sliding it across the table. “Problem solved then, this relic has enough magic to trap Sun Wukong himself, so powering a gateway would, theoretically, be child’s play. Just… don’t touch it bare-handed. It gives humans horrifying hallucinations”

“What is that?” Edric questioned as Jack picked the scroll up with his palms, giving it a close visual examination. Deciding it was worth testing, he turned toward an old magic reader to see if the artifact was compatible with the magic needed. “Actually, better question, where did you keep that? Between your tits!?”

“No! I have a pocket sewn on the inside of my hoodie for it” Hunter defended, and whatever he said next was blocked out by Jack focusing on the readout his scanner had just returned. Translating technobabble from magical output was an achievement he was rather proud of.

“Bad news, this thing is incompatible” The redhead announced, cutting off the flustered conversation that had been going on behind him. Careful to not let his bare fingers touch the artifact, Jack returned the scroll to the table, sliding it back in Hunter’s direction. “If we tried to use that as a power source, it’d be much more likely to tear this reality apart than open a portal back home”

“WHAT!? Hunter, why would you be carrying something like that around!?” Edric shrieked as the violette tucked the scroll back into his hoodie, jumping away from the other witch like he was diseased. 

“Because it’s only dangerous if some idiot other than me tried to use it” the smaller boy replied, patting his chest where the scroll had been stored. “I repurposed it’s magic to my own end, a final gambit of sorts should I ever be backed into a corner”

“What the hell kind of-?“

“Instead of exploring whatever unspeakable horrors that thing could possibly unleash, can we please get back to the topic at hand?” Jack interrupted, making the greenette pout a bit as he sat back down. “Thank you. Now, does anyone else have any exceptionally magical artifacts I should know about?”

“No” Two voices, one answer.

“Then it looks like we’re gonna have to power this thing as I had originally planned” Jack sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he pressed a button to activate the hologram projector in the table. “With the Shen Gong Wu. And all the shit that comes along with claiming them”

“Pfft, is that all?” Hunter cackled, leaning forward to poke at a holographic projection of the Xiaolin Temple. “Just point me in the direction of the vault here, and we’ll be back home before you even have to start fixing that entrance”

“Hunter, that won’t accomplish anything other than alerting the monks to our presence, which I would like to avoid for as long as possible” Jack argued, pulling up a holographic replica of the monks vault. “You have to actually open the door in order to access any Wu inside, and that is a painfully difficult and loud process, making discreet espionage almost impossible”

“Yet you managed to steal shit from them more than once?” Edric, with some skepticism. 

“They were distracted and I was lucky, but not the point” Jack replied, before pulling up a list he’d programmed a long time ago. “Now, I don’t know if some of the unclaimed Wu I was told about have been recovered just yet, but considering how often new artifacts reveal themselves, there should be plenty of opportunities to legitimately claim enough of em’ to power the portal, at least within the next couple of months”

“Well, we can certainly shorten this timeframe, right? I mean, if we just had one, we can start challenging the monks to Showdowns” Hunter mused, eyeing the school bag hung on the chair next to Jack. 

“Don’t even think about it, the Monkey Staff is off limits, both for powering the portal and wagering in Showdowns” The teen genius sniped, snatching the bag off its temporary perch and holding it close. “I’ve lost it more times than I’m comfortable with already”

“Calm down, it was only a suggestion” the violette replied, holding his hands up as a sign of surrender. “I can wait for a Wu to reveal itself naturally, alright?”

“You better” Jack almost hissed, hugging the bag protectively. 

“Okay, you can chill out Golem” Edric interrupted, snatching the bag away from the redhead and pulling out the Monkey Staff, careful to not touch it with his bare hand. “If you’re gonna go all “My Precious” with your stick, then you need to leave the rest of our shit out of it”

“You’d understand why I like this thing so much if you were man enough to try it out” Jack argued, accepting the staff with a bit of a sly smirk. “Just ask Hunter, monkey tail’s are awesome”

……………..

Hunter would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to what the next few months had in store. 

He was back out in the hidden grove next to the entrance of the base, having just put away a week’s worth of groceries in the kitchen. The nearby village had great deals on tofu and other traditionally Chinese ingredients, being primarily a farming community, and the violette couldn’t be more thankful for Pigsy’s tutelage, for he was now well versed in making healthy Chinese cuisine.  

However, the true root of his optimism came from the opportunity this world provided. 

The opportunity for revenge.

He’d heard all of Jack’s stories, knew how his friend had been tormented by both the monks and his so-called “allies”. It had the violettes blood boiling, enough that he’d made use of the “freakout room” more than once to calm down. 

Now, though, Jack’s tormentors were in reach. 

It was now just a matter of patience, wether it be out in the field or right at the door, they were bound to cross paths with the monks, or even Wuya alone with some luck. It was a guarantee with their goals so intimately aligned, and Hunter was eager for some vengeance. 

All he had to do was wait. 

So, he’d retrieved his current palisman carving project, and took advantage of the quiet grove just outside the door to make some progress. Sure, he was using up the last of his limited supply of palistrom wood, and Buddha only knew when he’d be able to quietly pilfer more from Terra’s personal garden, but he’d already made up his mind about what this particular hunk was going to be, and who for, even if it meant Luz would have to wait even longer for her own palisman. 

The hunk’s shade of grey was just too perfect of a match not to, anyway. 

Overall, the project he’d undertaken was rather ambitious, carving a Crimson Glow Valstrax down to the smallest detail being a challenge in of itself. However, considering who the palisman was meant for, Hunter had chosen to carve aforementioned Elder Dragon with its wings risen in a protective stance, giving it the appearance of an ornate spearhead to the uninformed eye. 

Getting its face right from behind those wings had been a bitch and a half, but thankfully, Hunter had successfully overcome the hurdle, and now the fun part of detailing and sculpting was upon him. A welcome distraction from the wait he’d have to endure.

He just hoped Jack would like it once he was finished.

He just hoped Jack would like it once he was finished.

He just hoped Jack would like it once he was finished. 

[fumikomiyasaki]

I put braincells for picks but mayhaps: 5 with Atticus/Louis, 56 with Aiden/Keres or 86 with Verde/Ame? Go wild bestie

Indulgent Tropes

one muse pins the other to a wall

Even if the servant kept up well to hold a good reputation among the other RSA students, Louis had those days where quickly everything bothered him... on that day it didn't help that he had to endure Kimon being visited by Andrew and tried hard not to spill tea over him... Then this full of himself hero had to sho him out of the way cause he didn't want his dumb attractions to get out... His temper was already on edge... and whats worse he had to run into Atticus at that point for some related task where Carol recommended him to ask Gaius for advice cause she couldn't come over.

After Gaius helped him with the task atticus stopped him from walking out the dorm.

"So how did that scuffle with the red haired noble go?"

"I don't wanna think about him neither nor talk about him."

"Stop being so childish really. I did my best to defend you from not getting a scuffle with a noble house and that was how you thank me."

It was true... his aggresion got him in trouble and he appreciated Atticus helping him out of this mess... worse despite their bickering he knew some feelings lurked inside his heart... yet he decided to ignore them for one sake... he swore himself to not get distracted by his duties to take care of Kimon... yet he could be oh so easily swayed as well.

"Just cause you have a feud with him don't let your foul mood out on me."

"Thats not it... "

"Then what is it, be clear about why excactly you have such an aggresive tone to me."

He glared Louis right in the face, suddenly something inside him made him snap... he pressed his shoulders to the wall and pinned him against it with his arms... leaving Atticus confused and a little red from him being that close.

"You idiot its cause I don't wanna admit it."

"Admit what?"

Now he done it... he had to say it but there was no backing out now..

"I been sorta crushing on you since seeing you in court like that."

"What?!"

Seeing his bright red faced somewhat relieved Louis and made him be more bolder, he leaned a bit closer holding his hand on his face and nodded.

"I didn't want to admit it cause... after all with my job I don't even know if I can handle a partner too. But it happened."

"Tch... fine then I admit to it as well."

"You admit?!"

"There is a reason I took more time then on some other cases with yours... cause I wanted you to suceed over that, aside seeing that redhead eat his words. I guess I like you as well in a way... even if you piss me off as well."

"I can only give that back."

Suddenly both kinda realized how close they were to another... Louis couldn't really pass up the opportunity, especially with the tension surrounding them... and so he grabbed his wrist and placed a kiss on him... catching him even more off guard...

"Well, then I guess I will see you later."

He quickly made his escape, after all he was busy enough but he also didn't want to face the awkwardness of the situation... at least he got out what he wanted to say.

-----------------------------------------

one muse is oblivious to the other’s feelings for them

Somewhat Keres was kinda stumped visiting Aiden, because they were greated with quite the chaotic sight. The Kitchen was full of displayed horror themed dishes, some with movies they even recognized well and called among their favs... everything was much more spooky themed and the oddest was seeing him turn around from cutting something ,face splattered in a bit of red sauce before he washed it off his face.

"I didn't expect you stop by this early..."

"You asked me to come so I did, but was today a theme day or why does everything look like this. I didn't expect there is so many ways to imitated the movies."

He sighed a little dissapointed.

"No I made them myself..."

"ALL OF THESE?"

He gave a small nod... in actuality he wanted to surprise them with it in a way to show a bit of why he likes them and maybe get a chance to show them but it being misinterpreted already made him tired enough. Seeing them nerd out about each dish however returned that smile and made it worth it.

"Pick any of them, the rest I can still give to my dorm members."

"Then I will keep this one.... but say why do so much work when it wasn't for an event."

"It was cause its for you..."

"Huh!? You don't need to go through that much to cheer me up or something. Or pity me."

"Thats not it."

They still didn't get it... yet he was so bad at getting his feelings across...

"Come to the Balcony with me, then I can tell you."

With a bit of hesitation they nodded and followed along. Just for him to take a deep sigh and turned to them.

"I have feelings for you."

"A-as a friend right?"

"No as someone who is in love."

".....is this a prank or something..."

Slowly he got frustrated and to have to get it across he seemed like he had to prove it. So he grabbed their wrist and placed a small kiss on them.

"Does that get across what I mean?"

No response... however their face turned as red as a tomato and they lost a bit of balance as he catched them a little.

"I s-see... I just... didn't expect you to."

"I know. But it is true."

"Why me then? There is so much better options."

"You really are an idiot are you... who else spend so much time with me and didn't run away from me."

They really had to process all this, but Aiden was fine with that, he settled to hold their hand explaining himself and hoping to at least finally get through to them... this would take a while for him to explain.

our muses are partners in crime

"So here is the deal, you can turn invisible, right?"

"Yup yup, so you are gonna flock those marbles around and I will always take it out and put it somewhere else so the person loses right?"

The both were again up to no good, Verde making one of his games on the street while Ame helped him manipulate things in his favour... this plan worked at least untill eventually someone had the right UM to figure them both out... and so they both went on the run, Ame forgetting in between that Verde can't float trough objects like her...

And so at least she went back and floated him up the building to escape so they can hide away... floating over his shoulder as he counted the money.

"That was totally worth it, look at how much we got."

"Well done master!"

"You still have to call me that?"

"I dunno, its fun to me, especially cause I promised you, I will be bound to you like a contract."

"Hope fully one that doesn't cost me anything."

She chuckled and leaned forward.

"I will take smooches as payment."

"Fine you will get one."

At least for now they both had time to get a bit cuddly at least untill the air was clear and they would find a good way back to their schools... Ame couldn't help to tease Verde into some danger onto their way back but at least... they were both laughing a lot.

[solardick]

U I O

Mommy, I’m afraid. I’ve never said mommy before. I don’t want to go. Through another change. I don’t know anyone here. Everyone’s French. I’m always singled out. But- I don’t want to go.

God damned man. Yes, yes I am. Thanks for noticing. It’s rare in fleeting moments to see that from a passing stranger.

Everything is evil. There’s nothing in life for me.

Oh wait. There already is another girl. Lol. Like a transition girl. I liked the way she talked. Redhead. Which was already brought up a couple times. The forst time. I was like what? Why would i care? No whatevwr. Privably druged that coffee today. Hopenit doesnt keep me up all night. Sleep is the onyl time the world stops and there nothing. Intil i opne them again.

Maybe ho bsck to art instead of watching everyone in existsnce pretend to be someone they ate not. No human interaction at all. Since all my availibale social means arent very trustworthy are they.

And honestly. I dotn like redhead dna. Oh my god im - racist. Time ti take anothwr beating.

Naw man, i may look all sexy and manly and all. And i may look all smart and all to everyones spite. But now. Im actually just sma fully receptive woman. I have no cock. Im net here to f@&$. Im here to be fuckd. Learn to enjoy it. 39 years andcoubtibg. It never gonna be different. Buy a couple dildos. And get an anema bag. Shave head to toe. Body hair is a turn off and i want to be a sexy as i can. Make my man. Or men happy. Live a sacrificial life. And not build myself up. Just be fully sexual. No need to connect to anyone. I just need so e dick. With wahte ever they injected me with covid. Choice is mych taken away anyway. And i qant to feel proud of my accomplishments. Even if that means getting them off. I want to be thanked and encouraged. Too bad i cant bear you children. Im baren. Cause indotn have a womb. So inlose anyway. I cant hive that to you. And it makes me sad. They bette rhave huge cocks cause. Your pussy little 6 inch isnt enough. Do ‘t want uou being smallesr than me. That be a turn off. Since thats the onyl part that matter. The rets of it. Is just gross.

Was enjoying the experience of the feminine mentality. In a safe secure way. But then they raped my spyche.

Not like i have any experience being masculine in any other way than object placement. Not allowed to be. Just the destructive, evil side where “instinct” has full control. Sangerous stuff but whatever. I remember how i was. And it sickens my heart. There’s no control. Oh well im just a sick fuck that need to be fucked. Feed the desease. And not the cure. Thats all life has ever done. Sorry if i wanted soemthign different for once. To go with me “being on my own” away from degenerate violent sources coming from inside my own home. And shading everywhere else. I dont want to be alive anymore.

Yup. Ok.

Heres my “ new” identity. Im a total fag.

There going to keep doing this to me for the rest of my life aren’t they.

No, she back. The whole fucken shop is just fucken with me. What’s new? That’s all life is. Since my first memory.

Ill just keep doing wgat im doing until tgey fuck me back onto the street. Then hooefully ill have a rffle by tten that i can suck off until i blow my brains out.

I aint dealing with tjose ficken cocksuckers today. Give me a fuvken written punishment for heing abusef afain. Go for a walk and enjoy the sun.

Well ill have my IHF course completed soon enough. Takes a first step. And it gives me something to look forward to. A way out from being the devil’s bitch. Mmmnn the sun feels nice.

Go and treat myself. Sone lively dialogue with done pretty women. Sunshine. Well noy anymore. Cloudy. Pick up some more things. Wash my own back. It’ll be nice.

I walk in, there she is staring me down again. A guy, who abuses the term sans design or however its spelled. Your coffeees and ice cap or something. Because i carried it from timmy’s not in a thermos. Wasnt hot. Getting cool. Mostly drunk. Talking over and through her standing in between with her back tunerd only slightly showing the front. I pause. “ it will be once i get inside. Dudes hyped on speed getting straight to work while i calculate the sheet. And set up the work station. Already inside loading it up. Ok then. Helped the station beside me. Insulating rhe freezing from getting in. Poorly parked vans. Well im ready now. Lets go to work. Nope. Processing the mind rape games. Was left just standing around waiting. Getting more depressed by the minute. Sitting at the table. Dead. People wanted to see. So then ealked passed trying to be unassuming or whatever. But as soon as i got in and the office and saw me. Depressed. Gave a sigh of disappoitnemt. Like i should be in a good state. Yeah ok. Sure. So i left. I could barely function. I chose suicide.

What you fucken speedo. Getting mad at me cause im fucked. Yeah sure leave. Bye. Ill do the van myself. No? What your back? Who you gonna be positive and try and display a healthy bond. Ok. Thats cool. We can do that. But no. I was just left standing around. While not knowing the details about wtf? Crates? What you tlaking about. Ok ill just stand arounf for the next hour.

When it is enough, man. Or was i just born to be tossed around and damaged? 39 fucken years and counting.

Your nothing but a bad influence. Your nineties punk rock mentality. Negative associations to everything. Giving none smokers nicotine. Bitching about your cowerkers stupid bs. And then give them cigarettes. Your first approach to me was handing me a speed pill. I was flabergasted at what the fuck your were trying to do. Fist bump? Ok. No? What? Hand shake? Wtf? Ok. Oh your giving me somethign. Oh its drugs. Ok. Maybe one day if i ever needed it. Its cool that you chauffer me around. Even though i always insist that you didn’t. Thanks for the shit. Though. Its cool to have some furniture. And im polite and social with uou. But i dont like you.

Ill work with the dipshit. If he wasnt talkign about cocks and gay shit. Be militant.

There sidetracking accomplished. Stay the fuck away from everyone. Keep doing it till they toss you back int the sea again. You’d think that after all these years. Youd be a good swimmer. Naw. Inwas never a good swimmer. Its one of the only things i ever did poorly at. And and guitar. Lyricsl notes are beyond me.

And they’re never going to stop fucken with you. It’s for life. Born in hell. Tortured all the way through. Parent just equal violence. Brothers just equal violence. I apparently just equal sex. Theres no parents there. Just a fool for a father. Childlike. Being the youngest of a sized family. Temper tantrums and absence. Or stupid jokes. Like im a still baby. Mother is unstable. Freaking the fuck out in fits of bs. Never known a stable things. Homes, schools, jobs. Threats. Always threats. Growing in an oppression. Keep things to myself. The external always. Its always. I yeah. Nursery rhymes are olaying. You auto corrected to olaying.

[badxsshottiexllie]

@spoocys-glade-of-dreams

"5 a.m? Thats an hour before I usually get up for work." Another yawn escaped her lips, rubbing her eyes as well. "Thats okay though, I was planning on calling off today though anyway. Had I not have come over last night, I probably would have went to work today. Even though a lot happened last night during our date." Besides, missing a day once in a great while wasn't that big of a deal to her.

"As long as I wouldn't make you late and in trouble with The Board of Directors, I would be down for a cuddle session this morning. I'm not going to get dressed into my dress until after you leave for the day. I'm not in any rush to get ready this morning."

When Rayman entered the bathroom, Ellie went downstairs to check her face in her compact mirror. She remembered that she forgot to take her lipstick off last night. Sure enough, her face was a mess and she started laughing at herself. After the woman cleaned up her face, she left a voicemail on her works phone saying that she was calling off today.

"If you have creamer, I'm fine with you adding some to my coffee. It doesn't have to be flavored, just regular creamer is fine. If you don't have cream, adding milk to my coffee is fine. Thanks honey!" The redhead called back. Since it was still really early in the morning, coffee sounded terrific right about now.

*Rayman's face was covered in smeared lipstick. He smiled and wished Ellie a good morning. He was just as relieved to see it wasn't a dream*

"If it was a dream, I'd probably start losing my mind right about now."

*He let out another huge yawn. He blinked his eyes in a tired fashion and made a grab for the alarm clock to check the time.*

"5 a.m. Have an hour to kill before I have to head into work. Plenty of time to get ready, get some breakfast made, and maybe even sneak in a cuddle session or two if your up for that before I have to go into work.

I'm used to staying up late and getting up early like this."

*Rayman started to get up out of bed. He grabbed his red robe and tied it around himself and made his way into the bathroom after grabbing up his clothes for the day. He washed his face then proceeded to start getting ready for the day. Once he was washed and dressed, he made sure his hair was combed and neat. He finally left the bathroom and began making his way to the kitchen to put a pot of coffee on. He then called out to Ellie with a smile on his face.*

"How do you like your coffee? Or I can grab something else. I should have some milk or juice left in the fridge if that's what you prefer right now."

[yourneighborhoodneighbor]

black cat and his kittens ch9

(masterpost to my fics while ao3 is down) AO3

fic under the cut

previous chapter

Still half asleep himself, Shouta woke his youngest children up, had them eat breakfast, brush their teeth, change, and wash their faces before pulling them out the door, each of them in different levels of consciousness.

Today they would go and spend time with the UA kids again. Shouta would almost rather go out with his older children to talk to their underground contacts and look for any available information on All for Fuck’s still living followers (and their followers, what a nightmare). As it was, he didn’t really want to get out of this playdate. It was good for his kits. And the herolings, he guessed.

Walking down the street, the dad ignored the stares he knew he and his gaggle of children were getting, knowing a grown man with four teenagers basically on kiddie leashes was a bit of an unusual sight. But come on, one of them didn’t even have his eyes open, relying on the sibling’s hand he was holding to guide him, while another was bouncing all over the place, unashamedly pointing at cool quirks he saw. He couldn't not keep them on leashes.

Soon enough they got to UA and then the 1A dorms, where they let themselves in, and Shouta finally released his children. Shouto immediately faceplanted on the couch and went back to sleep, while Izuku made a point of retieing himself to Shouta before going to sit next to Katsuki and Hitoshi on another couch. Well, at least he wasn’t clinging today, which was more of a sign he was willing to at least give the hero trainees a chance than he had given the day before.

He was broken out of his musings by a startled yelp, followed by the person, who Shouta recognised as the cafe regular Katsuki had a crush on, fumbling to catch his plate. Looks like they’d forgotten to announce their presence after coming in. Oops.

“Kirishima, I advise you be quieter, some of our classmates are still sleeping at this hour!“ the younger Iida said behind the redhead. Katsuki snorted, likely due to the fact that the admonishment had been louder than the yelp itself. The red haired boy didn’t give any indication of noticing  or caring though.

“Sorry, prez. I just didn’t expect our new friends to be in the common room yet!”

At this, the taller boy straightend his back and proceeded to give a 90 degree bow. Shouta raised an eyebrow, not that it could be seen from under his mask.

“My apologies, sir and fellow... My apologies, I did not see you there. Good morning, how are you?” He said. A glance at his children showed they hadn’t missed the blue haired boy’s hesitation. Shouta stayed quiet, giving his children a chance to answer themselves.

The heroes-to-be were rewarded by a shy wave from Izuku (progress!), grunts from Katsuki and a grudgingly awake but still valiantly trying to sleep Shouto, and a little “Sup” from Hitoshi.

Eijirou beamed at that (causing Katsuki to cross his arms and sink lower into the couch, Shouta noted) and sat himself on the same couch as the other three. Izuku immediately stood up and moved next to Shouto, inardvertently kickstarting conversation.

“It’s nothing personal, he’s just not comfortable in this new place” Katsuki quietly told his crush. The other swallowed the food in his mouth and smiled again.

“It’s okay bro! Respecting boundaries is super manly, I should’ve asked before sitting down with you, thats on me” he turned to Izuku, the other not fully looking at him. “Sorry I made you move, I hope we can be friends! No rush or pressure, though.” and with that he continued eating, taking his attention off of the nervous teen.

Shouta noticed his youngest relaxing at that, while Katsuki and Hitoshi (mostly the former) started light conversation with the sharp toothed boy and the youngest Iida, who had come back with his own breakfast.

Yeah, this would be good for his children.

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Shouto was woken up by by his foot being taken into someone’s arms. He opened one eye to see Izuku on the other end of the couch, his kidnapped foot held tightly in his arms. The reason   appeared to be the now full common room. Humming a little as he stretched, Shouto reclaimed his foot and replaced it instead with his arm, earning himself a small smile.

“What’s going on?” he asked the younger teen. A discussion seemed to be underway, though not an aggressive one.

“They’re waiting to guess our quirks. They are in the middle of breakfast” Izu signed back. ‘Not talking yet in front of the strangers, understood’ Shouto mentally noted.

“Hm. I wonder what they came up with.”

“You’re awake!” someone yelled. It was the tall energetic one. Wind quirk, if Shouto remembered right. No idea what his name was.

Greetings flew his way as the rest of the class noticed his consciousness. He returned them with a small wave and a deadpan “Hi”.

Shouto noticed a lanky blond leaning forward with an excited smirk on his face.

“Great, then, can we start already?”

That earned him some fond chuckles. Shouto didn’t know why, he guessed it was because they were friends. Shouto wouldn’t know, since his amount of friends outside of his family was pretty limited (one). He shrugged. He didn’t particularly care, he had good people in his life, but he supposed that was exactly the reason why dad wanted them to hang out with 1A.

Hitoshi answered. “Sure, go ahead.” To anyone else he would have sounded as disinterested as ever, but Shouto could hear the amusement in his voice. Couldn’t say he didn’t share the sentiment. A loud clap had him focusing back on the situation at hand and Izuku jumping in his seat. Shouto wasn’t the only one who glared. Calling his family out for being overprotective cats would make Shouto a hypocrite, so he refrained. 

The lanky blond from before did a little dance before pointing at Katsuki.

“Cannon! Obviously something to do with explosions. Maybe you can make things explode at will? Or turn things into bombs, was the other popular theory. Something’s going BOOM! at any rate. Am I right?” he said excitedly. Shouto was reminded a bit of Himiko when she got talkings about new blades she found. Maybe this boy liked quirkes? Or possibly even guessing games. He’d have to ask.

Katsuki snorted, grinning wildly, making some of the teenagers lean back a little.

“Oh, something’s going boom for sure, but it’s not my quirk.” he said leaning forward. It wasn’t really surprising, Shouto thought. He hadn’t really expected the hero-to-be’s to actually manage to guess their quirks. Their names were kind of misleading on purpose.

The class just looked on disbelieving.

“What?! No way your quirk has nothing to do with explosions! Why would your name be Cannon, then?!” the pink girl complained. Acid-O? Acida? Shouto focused more on Hitoshi, who was actually, loudly, howling with laughter. Izuku was silently shaking.

“Ever heard of explosives? Nitroglycerin? TNT?” Katsuki asked while taking one of his many lighters and out to fiddle with it. Shouto let out a chuckle at the classes’ scandalised (and some amused, how interesting) faces. The morning was shaping out to maybe not be completely terrible.

The younger Iida cut spoke up.

“I must ask that you refrain from such activities while in the dorms, or the school in general, as it could prove to be dangerous and harmful to everyone here, as well as the property!” he exclaimed.

Katsuki started at him for a moment, taking the other in. He closed the lighter and put t back in his pocket, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

“Can do, Engine Boy. I can respect safety procedures and your investment in them” the blonde said calmly. Iida for his part looked a bit miffed, as if he had not expected the vigilante to agree. Shouto hid a small smile at that. He wondered how long it would take the class to figure out that, while loud and intense, Katsuki was actually very much a protector first, and an insanely clever teen and explosives enthusiast second.

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After Katsuki’s turn, it was decided that the class guess all quirks first before learning whether they had been right or wrong. Hitoshi had to admit the guesses weren’t bad considering the limited information they had, and some ideas were even a bit wild, but that only added to the fun.

Among the guesses for Katsusome highlights were that he could throw entire cannonballs directly out of his palms damn, and the invisible girl thought that he could shoot people with a mental attack that showed them their deepest fear (creative, though he had to wonder whether she was scared of his brother after yesterday’s training, which, fair, in all honestly).

For Shouto the general consensus seemed to bee time manipulation of some kind, whether it be stopping time, traveling back in time, or having visions of the future (Hitoshi wondered if the knew about the hero who could actually do that).

For himself, most guesses were mental, be it memory manipulation or erasure, though the electricity boy suggested teleportation, for some reason.

For Izuku guesses were a bit more varied, ranging from being able to make objects dissapear, invisibility, and even the crazy theory (courtesy of the dark shadow guy, who’s aesthetic slapped) that Izuku was actually the only real person out of the Clowder and the rest of them were only products of his quirk, though he didn’t specify what quirk that would be, exactly.

They all got a surprise when they even tried to guess dad’s quirk.

From night vision to shadow manipulation, they all let out a snort (and received a glare) when the guy with the tail suggested he could turn into a cat (dad wished).

In the end they were all, of course, wrong, but that was to be expected.

“So did we get any right?!” the blond boy with the excited smile exclaimed. The rest of the class looked on with eager eyes. What a bunch of puppies, it was doing things to Hitoshi’s chest. The looks turned into frown a second later though.

“No.” was the dry response, and oh, alright, dad was in teacher mode then. This whole thing had not been just for fun. Huh.

“Whaaaat?! Not even one?” asked a dismayed invisible girl.

“No. But that was to be expected. Lesson number one, specially for those who want to go into underground heroics: don’t make your hero name an obvious link to your quirk. Anyone you may go up against will take advantage of any knowledge they get on you. Quirks are not all there is to heroics, but they are a useful extra tool you have. As they say, keep your cards close to your chest, don’t go flaunting things like that in the open if you can help it” he said to a now gaping class.

“That’s so manly! I’d never thought of that! Thanks!” and of course the silence was broken by their sunshine of a friend. Hitoshi swore that he had a secondary “incredible happiness and niceness” quirk, and that is a hill he would die on, thank you very much. The

rest of the class followed with chorus of “Yeah, thanks”s.

“But what are actually your quirks then?” the thin blond actually pouted.

Hitoshi looked around at his brothers to see who would start (checking in with dad one last time that this was still a good idea, answer seemed ro be yes). Order of age won out in the end.

“My quirk is called IcyHot. I can make ice with my right side and fire with my left” Shouto demonstrated by making his hands do the thing. “My name is Tempo because its a mix of the the ‘temp’ part of temperature and the ‘o’ that is the only vowel in both the words ‘hot’ and ‘cold’.”

There a few understanding nods at this.

“I have a healing quirk” Katsuki’s admission made jaws hit the floor, Hitoshi couldn’t stop himself from laughing. A look at his brothers showed them to be in the same predicament. Katski continued.

“Shut the fuck up, it’s the truth. It’s called Life Force. My name is Cannon because I like explosions, and thats that on that, the end.”

The class was about to riot, so Hitoshi quickly cut in with his own quirk.

“Mine’s called Do as I Say. I can control a person if they respond to me. My name’s Blank because I’ve been told by people who’ve been under my control that it feels like your mind goes completely blank.”

The class calmed down, and Hitoshi was very pleased ro see only acceptance and curiosity among the class. No judgement, no sneers, no mocking, no disgust. Very pleased indeed. Maybe dad’s idea of making friends with these people wasn’t too bad after all.

He turned to Izuku to see if he would speak up or if he would sign his answer. He seemed to be breathing slowly, staring at his hands in his lap. Making a decision.

He managed two whispered words.

“I’m quirkless.” The words were quiet, but strong, and, while not actually making eye contact, Izuku’s gaze was up. Not ashamed of his lack of a quirk, but simply uneasy still around the new people.

Said people did riot this time though, causing the green eyed boy to dive straight into dad’s chest. But some progress was still progress, and Izu was safest with dad, so Hitoshi kept his attention on the hero hopefuls.

“What?!”

“No way!”

“And you’re a vigilante? Dude, that’s so manly!”

“That’s dangerous though.”

“Hey! You don’t need a quirk to do things!”

“This is most unexpected. How obscure”

“Stop screaming!”

“You’re screaming!”

“Everyone, settle down, please!”

“SHUT UP!”

Katsuki, as always, could easily control an excitable crowd.

“Calm the fuck down, idiots. It’s not a big deal, and he’s more than capable of doing shit, and that includes vigilantism. If you have concerns or whatever, either keep them to yourselves or talk them out civilly. And don’t be fucking quirkist with your comments, got it?” he told the class.

Mouths clicked closed and, funnily, hands rose.

The morning wasn’t over yet, it seemed. But Hitoshi found he was content with that.

next chapter

[silentmoths]

Can I request about Diluc, Childe and Zhongli that busy to work and forget his s/o and they just know after midnight. Maybe hurt/comfort with afab reader.

P.S. In my timezone is my birthday and I follow your fic since it from ao3😂

Happy birthday!!!

Hurt/Comfort below~

Fair warning: childe's get's a little spicy!!

Diluc: Broken promise

He really, REALLY hadn't meant to be stuck out so long. Some stupid knights of Favonious party at the tavern that needed his extra hands, a drunken bar brawl between two initiate knights fighting over a lady resulting in two freshly banned knights and a bunch of extra cleanup.

He's exhausted by the time he's finally trudging up the path to the winery, most of the manor is dark, only the bare minimum of lanterns left on for him to see with ease, however there is one light upstairs that catches his eye, and makes his blood run cold with realisation.

Diluc had promised you that he'd only be gone a couple of hours, just to help with the first few waves of drinks, drunken knights barely wanted more than beer once drunk enough, but obviously thats not how things went...

you'd stayed up for him.

Suddenly no longer as tired, the redhead rushes up the path, the mantra in his head? 'shit shit shit, fuck shit oh shit' as he bursts in the doors and takes the staircase two or three steps at a time.

"Firefly I-" His words die in his throat as he finally bursts into the bedroom. "Oh firefly...."

He takes in the sight before him, you'd been extra clingy today, not common for you, a bad nightmare had left you a little more shaken than usual, which is why he'd promised to be home early.

Now? Now you were perched on the edge of the bed, facing the window, away from him, knees pulled to your chest, hell you dont even make any move that you've even heard him.

"Sweetheart I...I'm sorry." He is, he really is. You were the light of his life, the one constant little firefly that brightened his day. He only just kicks off his boots before he's clambering into bed, pulling your back to his chest, you're rigid and tense and his heart breaks a little more as he buries his head into your shoulder. "M'sorry..."

"you promised..." your quiet whimper may as well have been a stab to the chest.

"I know, I know, I-I...fuck...I'm sorry...the knights were rowdier than usual tonight, a fight broke out... I didn't realise the time until we were closing." His words just feel like excuses, and abd ones at that. She says nothing, he doesn't blame her, it wasn't often Diluc made promises, but he really hadn't expected things to get out of hand this badly.

"I'll take tomorrow off." He finally breaks the silence after a few minutes. This finally gets a reaction, your head slowly turning.

"you never take the day off Lu... not even when you're sick..." ouch, you weren't exactly wrong, even on days when he didn't work at the tavern he was always in his office, looking over paperwork and making arrangements... but no, not this time.

Slowly, Diluc turns you until you're facing him, bundled into his lap, oh his poor little firefly looked so sad, so alone.

"I know after tonight you have no right to believe me, but I promise I am taking the day off tomorrow." He states, kissing your forehead "you and I? we're going to spend the entire day together, whatever you want to do, wherever you want to go. okay?"

finally, you lift your gaze to him, his eyes are wide and trained on your face, full of sincerity and affection, a tiny smile tugging the corner of his mouth as he leans in to kiss you proper.

"...Okay..."

Zhongli: Happy not-birthday.

It wasn't uncommon for the consultant's work to end up trailing deep into the night, some of the more in-depth parting rituals could only take place at night, or in certain locations after all.

But the moment he quietly slips through the door to your shared apartment, he feels a shift in energy, odd. The apartment is dark, of course, night-owl you may claim to be, you were always out light a light before midnight-

oh, their shared bed was empty, untouched since it had been made this morning... Now Zhongli was curious, and a little worried. It doesn't take him long to notice the door to the balcony open and he pokes his head out into the frigid night air.

"Darling? what are you doing out here so late in the winter? you'll catch your death..." He breathes as he quickly removes his coat to drape around your shoulders as you sit on one of the little stools. you dont say anything to him, which only has his worry rising, coming to a head when he notices what you have twirling in your hand.

A dried glaze lily.

the one he'd given you the first year you'd been together on your-

oh...

How could he? Zhongli remembered everything, the name of every person he's met, the date that every ship built in liyue makes it's maiden voyage from the harbour.

How could he have forgotten something as important as your birthday!?

"Oh, darling..." outside be damned now, he scoops you up into his arms; you were freezing cold as he carries you inside, sliding the balcony door shut with his foot. Every step he takes he can feel his very soul withering. You'd still been blissfully asleep when he'd left for work this morning, leaning down to give you a peck on the cheek and forehead, you always looked so peaceful at rest.

Looking at the clock as he sits on the couch with you now? Well past midnight, almost one in the morning, he'd completely missed your birthday.

turning his golden gaze back to you, who's still refusing to make eye-contact, he ever so gently plucks the dried lily from your fingers and tucks it into your hair, pulling you close so he can pepper your face with kisses.

"My darling, my sweet, my one true treasure... I am so very sorry for forgetting your day... words are not enough to express..." he whispers between kisses, one hand tugging his coat tighter around your now-shivering frame. God he may be, but even with all the power he held, the ability to turn back time was beyond him, much as he wished for it now.

You whimper quietly, leaning your head against his chest and a small wave of relief washes over him, contact, you always thrived on physical contact, and that was something he was happy to give in spades.

"how about tomorrow, you and I celebrate your not-birthday?" He suggests, earning him a sleepy, confused look. perhaps he'd been listening to Hu-Tao's strange stories too much recently, one that stuck out was something called 'Alice in wonderland' where they celebrate 'Un-birthdays'. Eventually your confusion gives way to a quiet giggle.

"there's my little treasure." He purrs happily, nuzzling into your shoulder. "A very happy not-birthday to my most beloved."

Childe: Forgotten Annivarsary

Ah, what a wonderful day of killing and battle! Ajax hadn't had such a lovely day in so very long, being stuck in the bank amidst paperwork hell was not his forte, but alas, as the highest rank within it's walls, it was unfortunately up to him to fill in the paperwork.

As soon as he's in the door, he strips down to his boxers, bloodthirsty he may be, but he wasn't about to ruin all your hard work cleaning the apartment yesterday.

Though he looks at the candleabra sitting upon the table with confusion, below it? A gift box. He leans down to check the card, it was for him? from you? huh? It's not his birthday, what was all this about?

His eyes flick to the calendar on the wall, the 15th...

Oh, ooooh no.

Their anniversary.

Biting his lip his gaze flicks to the kitchen, dissaray, like you'd been cooking... he swings around the table and opens the fridge and his heart shatters, you had been, you'd made some of his favorites, all local Sneznhayan dishes, totally foreign to you, yet you'd gone out of the way to make them for him, now all wrapped in plastic and haphazardly tossed into the fridge.

of course, today had to be the one day he's not home at 5:30 in two whole months.

Next stop? bedroom.

You're curled up in bed, asleep, hugging your favorite Narwhal (that he'd won you, no less) tight in your arms, where he usually was.

No, no, absolutely not.

tossing his clothes aside he carefully climbs into bed, tugging away the bankets to reveal your body proper, awh, you'd even gone to bed wearing one of his shirts, his heart twists in shame, but he was going to make it up to you, here and now.

Starting with a soft kiss to the top of your head, and then trailing down, the presses of his lips to your skin slowly waking you as watery eyes flutter open.

"A-Ajax?" you mumble quietly.

"Shhh, I'm sorry I got caught out late princess, I missed our anniversary... you worked so hard to make everything perfect." He whispers huskily into your ear "Let me make it up to you right here, right now."

He stops to steal a kiss from your lips just once before he continues on his trail downwards, deft hands unbuttoning the top you'd stolen.

"Just sit back and relax my princess, I have you."

[swiftdove]

Attention Stunt

Wanda x Natasha x You Warnings: Angst, implied smut, cyberbullying

"I love you."

"I love you even more."

Your eyes wandered over to the two redheads who were snuggling together on the sofa. Your girlfriends were practically devouring each other with kisses, igniting a flame that hadn't been lit since forever.

Jealousy clawed at your insides as you felt your fists clench. They didn't even try to hide it anymore. They didn't need you in their relationship. They were perfectly fine as they were.

After all, you had been the one to ask them out. They had probably said yes because they didn't want to hurt your feelings.

You tried to push the negative thoughts out of your head, but there were no happy memories to fill in the missing space.

It had been a week since they had last talked to you, and it was starting to get to you.

You weren't even sure what you did wrong. Maybe you just weren't enough for them. Or anyone.

You shook your head and gulped down a glass of alcohol, the thick liquid sloshing down the back of your throat.

"Alcohol at 11AM?"

The voice jolted you out of you thoughts, and you swiveled your head around to see Tony staring at you with an eyebrow raised. You would've laughed at his expression if you weren't feeling so worthless.

"You know what they say, alcohol makes the pain go away," you stated.

Tony rolled his eyes. "No one has ever said that." He grabbed the bottle of wine out of your hands, much to your dismay, and placed it on the top shelf. "Wait until the party tonight to get wasted."

A low chuckle escaped your throat as you searched your pockets for your phone. Finally, your fingers skimmed the cold metal and you pulled it out and opened Instagram.

A small red circle at the top of the icon indicated that you had received a few messages. You clicked on the first message that appeared and your smile instantly dropped.

kaya.avenger_2: kys u dont deserve to be with nat and wanda. ur an untalented freak and nobody likes u. ur no help and ur probably just a liability in their relationship. stop being selfish and break up with them and end their misery u bitsh

Shaking your head, you exited the chat and decided it would be best if you caught up on what was happening in your friends' lives.

You scrolled past cat photos and pictures of expensive wines at luxurious hotels. However, one post by your girlfriend caught your eye.

wandamaximoff: Went on a hot date with my Natty today :) 20,398,481 likes and 13,295,247 comments Posted 5 hours ago

Comments:

jadedfreak93: did they break up with y/n?

➟ avengakat3: lmao probably y/n is wayyyyy out of their league (in a bad way)

➟ simda2001 replied to avengerkat3: stfu ➟ avengakat3: am i wrong tho

➟ gorgie: ew y/n ➟ ella_sparton replied to gorgie: W

➟ carieeetta: y/n's a fat bitch who nobody likes soooo

natasharomanoff: Love you my loml xx

➟ grauce3: ya dey broke up ➟ jakehallman: its obvi y/n didnt even comment

clintbarton: LMAO!

➟ liladabartonfrog: dad, thats not how u use it.

➟ clintbarton: Oh. LOL!

➟ liladabartonfrog: omg

Your eyes scanned the comments, and found nothing but negative comments about your relationship with the two Avengers.

A small giggle was heard and you jerked your head around and saw Wanda passionately making out with Natasha. Groaning, you shoved your phone back in your pocket and walked out of the living room and headed towards the bathroom. Perhaps in the shower you could relax.

⤢⤢⤢

The emerald green dress you were wearing fit you perfectly. It accentuated your curves and brought out your gorgeous complexion. Your hair was in an elegant knot and your lips were painted vermillion.

Your girlfriends looked even better. Natasha was wearing a black minidress and Wanda was wearing a dark red halter top and a black miniskirt, complete with a golden necklace hanging around her neck.

You downed a shot of vodka, the alcohol burning your tongue. It had been an hour and they still payed no attention to you.

"You're alluring, and I couldn't resist. What is your name?"

You looked up and faced a gorgeous women. She had a widow's peak as sharp as a knife and her black curls sat above her ears, her chocolate brown skin gleaming in the artificial light. She wore a gold dress and her makeup was done perfectly. You were almost drooling at the sight.

"I - oh, I'm Y/N," you smiled, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

The woman returned the gesture. "I'm Hannah. Care if I join you?"

"I - uh, sure," you stammered, your words coming out more shakily than you had intended.

Hannah sat down and ordered a mojito, before placing her hand on your thigh. You could practically feel your girlfriends' gazes burning through your skull.

"God, you look gorgeous," Hannah said, eyeing you up and down.

"Thanks," you smiled. You could see the fire burning in Natasha's eyes and you knew that you were playing a dangerous game. She didn't get jealous often, and when she did, she often hid it. But it didn't matter. You were finally getting attention.

"D'you want to join me in the -"

Before Hannah could finish her sentence, you were pulled back by an invisible force, and the red swirls surrounding you was a dead giveaway. You grunted as you fell back into Wanda's arms, and she grabbed you by your arms and forced you up into the corridor.

"What the fuck, Wanda!" you exclaimed, turning to face her.

"We should be the ones asking you that," she said, her Sokovian accent dripping from her words. "What were you doing, flirting with a stranger?!"

"At least Hannah actually cares about me!" you said.

A sarcastic laugh tumbled out of the Sokovian's lips. "Huh, really? Well, her mind was full of lust and greed, so I don't know about that."

"I don't care," you said. "She actually talked to me, which I'm sure you guys can't relate to."

You were prepared to storm off when you felt arms snaking around your waist, its iron grip keeping you in place. The other hand was clasped around your neck.

"Say that again, котёнок."

Natasha's lips grazed against your lips, and you resisted the urge to melt into her arms.

"So you want attention, huh," the redhead said. You could feel her warm breath on your neck. "That's what we'll give you."

Her hands tightened around your neck. "You're going to behave for us tonight, do you understand?"

You could barely choke out an answer, but you replied with a 'yes'.

"Good," Natasha said, her hands trailing down. "You're going to have our full, undivided attention tonight, котёнок."

[9tzuyu]

four months.

note: hiiiii! just trying to get into the groove again. i dont know what this is. the original prompt is below, however it did not turn out that way?¿ its kind of a mess, but fluffy i suppose. i hope you enjoy :>.

using my own experience so don’t think i hate poor people because i am those people </3

(also chapter 4 of children of tragedy will be out soon, i promise. ive just had awful writers block.)

+ thank you moli for proofreading so i dont have to. i love you.

warnings: none?

prompt: * reader used to be poor and stuff and w/n is like “you know you don’t have to get the cheapest things” and R covers it up and says “oh this is the brand i like, but w/n discovers hidden receipts and asks why they have a bunch of useless receipt and R is like “i was just tracking how much we spend....”

🏷 @natasha-danvers @midnight-lestrange @whatiziz @kermy48 @mycosmicparadise @peggycarter-steverogers @blackxwidowsxwife (lmk if you want off the tag list because ik i dont post as regularly as other writers, so im just going with people who have told me they want to be on my tag list in the past)

and lastly, for my baby @nermalina. its not really your genre per se [ i have a smut fic that i’ll dt you on ;)] however, accept this as a form of love.

it wasn’t so much that you were homeless and out on the streets, but you weren’t necessarily well off either. working as a waitress only got you far enough to pay your monthly rent and gas. somehow you managed to squeeze in a list of groceries.

every penny counted, you didn’t have room for mishaps or sick days. thats why you kept your budget small and a stash full of receipts on the kitchen bar.

natasha didn’t know about any of this though. you were sure she’d have you by the neck if she found out how long you’d been keeping your secret.

the redhead was generous, and no matter how many times you offered to pay for something she would never even dream of letting you. natasha insisted on it, and you were powerless to stop her.

it wasn’t until you tagged along with her on a trip to the grocery store when things began to unravel. she only needed a few things, nothing important.

but nat was quick to pick up on the fact that you continuously flipped every little thing you picked up to look at the price tag.

“here, it’s the cheapest one i could find.” you said, smiling as you handed her a cardboard box of pasta. natasha hummed, “you know you don’t have to get me the cheapest thing on the shelf.”

you bit your lip, eyes suddenly looking back at the shelf of different pasta boxes. “i know... it’s just- it’s my favorite brand.” natasha automatically knew you were lying by the way you began chewing on the inside of your lip.

she narrowed her eyes. “no it’s not.”

“huh?”

“you got this brand because it was the cheapest. you know i can afford more, which leads me to believe you do this out of habit.”

you shuffled uncomfortably under her gaze. “no, i just really like that brand.”

the sudden realization that she had never been to your place struck her.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“why don’t we go back to your apartment after this? we can just relax, watch a movie, do whatever you want.”

a mix of guilt and shame flooded your body. but damned if you didn’t still give it a try.

“my apartment’s a mess right now, you don’t want to see that.” you tried, offering a small, dry laugh in hopes of getting her off your back.

“you’re a terrible liar.”

“i’m not-”

“i picked you up from the park today, just like every other day. i’ve not once picked you up from your own apartment, so what are you hiding?”

when you didn’t give an answer, she tossed the cheapest box of pasta in her cart and walked away. you groaned as you watched natasha leave before catching up to her.

“okay, okay, we can go back to my apartment. just don’t judge me, alright?”

she smiled softly, “it wouldn’t even cross my mind.”

soon enough you began helping your girlfriend load her car with bags full of miscellaneous items. nothing needed to be refrigerated, so if natasha wanted to, she could stay at your apartment all day.

your leg bounced in the car as you gave her directions. but soon enough, after what felt like the longest fifteen minutes of your life, natasha pulled into a parking space right outside your door.

you silently cursed yourself for not renting a spot upstairs. at least then it would’ve prolonged the situation just a little bit longer.

natasha watched as you fumbled with your keys, your hands visibly shaking.

“fuck.” you mumbled after hearing the clank of metal hit the ground. you bent down to pick them up but natasha beat you to it.

“which key?” her voice was soft.

“the yellow one.”

the door swung open and you motioned for natasha to go before you.

it wasn’t bad, really. apart from the chipped brown walls, the lingering smell of cigarette smoke (you hated your neighbors for that), the broken windows, lack of space and furniture that was as good as the floor.

natasha noticed the windows first, a sense of protectiveness overpowering her. she didn’t like that you weren’t safe.

you went to offer her a water bottle, but she wasn’t paying attention. instead, she noticed the lack of food in your fridge, frowning when you tried to cover it up.

another few minutes of her silence went by and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“look, i know you’re rich. i know you like to have luxury brands and that you don’t have to worry about whether or not someone will break in and steal what little you have left. but that doesn’t give you any right to judge me. i’m sorry i don’t live up to your expectations.”

natasha licked her lips and leaned her back against the kitchen counter.

“how long have you lived like this?”

her question caught you off guard, but you managed to find an answer.

“i’ve always lived like this, nat.”

she nodded solemnly before abruptly turning around to look at what was inside your cabinets.

“what are you do-”

“you have no food.”

you sighed, “well yeah, i can’t really afford it.”

“and the receipts?”

natasha was met with a shrug. “have to keep track of everything somehow.”

she stared at you a minute longer before finding the exact words she wanted to say.

“i would never judge you, or anyone for that matter, on their living situation. i know people don’t always have a say in what or why things happen.” she paused. “but i don’t like knowing you go to sleep every night with broken windows practically inviting anyone to come in and intrude. i don’t like knowing all you have to eat is bread, canned fruit and grilled cheese sandwiches.”

you listened to her ramble on, still nervous about the fact that this was new to her.

“so come live with me.”

“natasha-”

“come live with me.”

you immediately shook your head. “no, no, no. nat don’t even-”

“i’m serious. you won't win this argument, y/n. let me take care of you. i don't mind picking you up and dragging you out of here myself if that’s what it takes.”

a sigh left your lips as you folded your arms across your chest. “natasha, i can’t have you do that. i’m okay, i promise.”

the redhead raised her eyebrow. “how many times have you gone to bed hungry? or let your car run on fumes for as long as you could? and how many times have you gone to work sick because you can’t afford to miss one single day?”

when natasha was met with no reply she moved closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you into her embrace.

“i know it’s only been four months but i don’t think i could ever forgive myself if something happened to you and i didn’t do enough to stop it.”

she kissed the side of your head, “let me take care of you.”

[wordsandupstead]

Chapter 1 - “Someone I used to know” 

In this chapter ... Jay and Hailey answer a call to a group home. A fiery redheaded teenager catches Jay’s attention and stirs up memories from his past.  

Masterlist 

It had been an unusually slow week for Intelligence since wrapping a big case over the weekend. Mostly, they were busying themselves with paperwork and waiting for the next case. Jay and Hailey had managed to sneak away from the monotony of the bullpen for an hour under the cover of meeting with a CI who had promised info on a dealer. The meeting turned out to be a bust with no usable information, and both Jay and Hailey were feeling a bit disappointed by the lack of useful intel. 

“How about we take the next call thats nearby?” Hailey suggests as Jay drives back toward the district. 

“What, your actual day job isn’t interesting enough, you want to be patrol now?” He teases.

Hailey just smiles and shrugs. “Just want to mix it up.” 

Before Jay gets a chance to respond, the radio crackles and a male voice comes through, “We got a 10-16 at 1471 Ember Street, any available patrol, please respond.” 

Jay sneaks a glance at Hailey as she raises her eyebrows at him in silent questioning. 

“That’s the group home, isn’t it? Probably some kids fighting.” Jay states, turning his attention back to the road. 

“Yeah, but it’s right around the corner. We’re close.” Hailey responds. Jay’s shrug and subtle nod are all the confirmation Hailey needs. She brings the radio near her mouth, “5021 Henry, hold us down on the domestic.” 

-

The woman who opens the door gives Jay and Hailey an apologetic look, “Sorry for the call. The neighbors want the group home out of the neighborhood so they’re calling over every little thing. A couple of the girls just got into a screaming match.” She explains. 

“It’s no problem, ma’am,” Hailey reassures the woman, “I’m Detective Upton and this is my partner Detective Halstead. We just need to check that everything is okay here.”

“Okay, yeah, I understand. I’m Allison, I’m the worker in charge today.” 

“Nice to meet you Allison, would you mind if we come inside, just to make sure everything is alright?”

“Sure,” The woman steps back, allowing the two detectives to enter the home. Silence settles over the living area at the presence of the cops. 

“Is everything okay in here?” Jay asks, looking around to survey the faces of teenaged girls as well as the living area they are scattered around. 

There’s a chorus of mumbled “Yeah’s,” and a lack of interest showing this isn’t the first time cops have entered their home on a complaint call. 

Jay starts to inquire more about what happened before their arrival when the front door slams shut causing both Jay and Hailey to turn toward the sound. 

Allison immediately addresses the girl who just walked in, “You were supposed to come straight here after school.” 

“Call my social worker.” The girl responds barely throwing a glance over her shoulder as she seems to be heading for the stairs. She stops abruptly, her blue eyes narrowing on the badge hanging around Jay’s neck. 

Jay’s breath catches at the unexpected familiarity of this girl. Her wavy, nearly curly reddish-brown hair frames her thin, pale face. Her sweatshirt appears to be too big for her, and her backpack looks like it might fall apart at any second, but it’s her blue eyes that catch Jay’s attention most. 

“Why are the cops here?” She questions, nearly managing to shake Jay out of his trance, but not quite. 

“None of your business,” Another girl pipes up from behind Jay. 

“I wasn’t asking you.” She shoots back, now glaring at the girl. 

“If you came back when you were supposed to, maybe you would know.” The same girl fires back. 

“Kelli, that’s enough.” Allison cuts in, and Jay turns to her, to see that she’s looking at the girl behind him, not the girl who walked in. 

“What’s your name?” Jay asks on impulse, turning and directing the question toward girl in the doorway before he can stop himself.

He can feel Hailey’s questioning gaze on him, but ignores it, making eye contact with the girl instead. 

“Why do you care?” Her tone holds suspicion. 

Allison cuts in, answering for her, “That’s Emma, she just moved here last month.”

Jay lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He can’t tell if he’s feeling relieved or disappointed that her name is Emma. Jay attempts to push these thoughts out of his mind as Emma rests a hand on her hip and says, “Am I in trouble?” 

Hailey speaks up now, intentionally redirecting everyone to the reason they’re in the home, “We were called about a domestic disturbance.” Hailey continues, trying to understand what went down, mostly so that they can write the report later and establish things have been resolved here. 

A few questions in, the girl, Emma goes upstairs without saying a word to anyone. She wasn’t home when the argument happened, so she has nothing to add, and no one stops her from leaving.

Jay barely hears anything that is being said and finds his eyes continually drifting toward the stairs. He lets Hailey take the lead on the questions, his mind spinning. After a while, he cuts in, not even sure if it is an appropriate time and certainly aware it is not an appropriate question, but he asks it anyway. “Do you mind if I go upstairs to talk to Emma?”

Slight confusion washes over Allison’s face, but she just nods, not wanting to appear uncooperative with the police no doubt. 

He realizes it’s weird. Every logical thought in his mind is telling him this, but he can’t just walk out of here without at least talking to her. “Thanks,” He says, heading for the stairs, leaving a room full of teenagers, a woman who keeps track of them, and his confused partner behind him.

The stairs leads him into a hallway. He has no idea which room is Emma’s and no idea where she is. He walks down the hallway, noticing each door has several names on it, so he wanders until he finds Emma’s name next to two others. He knocks once only to be met with silent, so he knocks again. “I said call my social worker. If you don’t want me here, have her find me another placement!” A voice calls out from the other side of the door. 

“Uh, it’s Jay. The detective.” His hesitance clear even in the way he announces himself. 

The door opens and he’s caught by her blue eyes again, “Detective? You’re investigating?” She squints slightly, almost like she’s studying him. 

Now that Jay is here, face to face with this girl, the resemblance only feels stronger. “No, we were just in the area and responded to the call.”

“So what do you want from me?” She questions, eyes narrowing in distrust. 

“You want Allison to call your social worker? Why?” The question, the only relevant question he can think to ask tumbles out of his mouth. 

“She wants me gone from here. They all do. So she has to call my social worker to tell her I’m not following the rules and I need another placement.” She explains willingly even though she looks wary of this “detective” standing outside her door. “Why do you want to know.” 

“Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” He responds, and realizes the statement is true. He digs his wallet out of his back pocket, pulling out his business card. “This is my card, call me if you need help.” She takes the card and takes a step back, further into the room, creating more space between them with her hand still on the door like she’s ready to close it at any moment. 

He hesitates, realizing how creepy that probably seemed to her. “I mean it, if you need help, like police help.” He clarifies, hoping she understands he just wants to help. Giving out his card isn’t something he does under these circumstances almost ever, it’s more Voight’s thing to try and save people, but Jay couldn’t stop himself. 

“Yeah, okay, thanks.” She says quickly shutting the door in his face. 

He takes a deep breath, trying to shake off some of the shock, reminding himself that Emma isn’t her. Emma couldn’t possibly be her anyway, right? His thoughts are getting jumbled and confused and doubts are creeping in. He’s thinking back years into the past, thinking about things he barely thinks about anymore. 

Jay catches himself and realizes he’s getting lost in his thoughts. Refocusing, he reminds himself helping Emma won’t change the past. It won’t make up for lost time and it won’t rewrite history. But it doesn’t mean he won’t try. 

He takes another moment to compose himself before descending the steps.

Hailey is basically finished downstairs, having done all of it herself.  As Allison walks them to the door, Jay speaks up, doing the only thing he can think of that could possibly help Emma. “Do you think Emma would be able to get another placement? She seems to really want one.”

“Emma?” The woman just shakes her head, “That girl can’t seem to stay put anywhere. She’ll be gone in another two weeks.” 

Jay knows that’s what he’s asked for and what Emma said she wants, but he doesn’t feel any better with that answer. Hailey thanks Allison, and shuffles Jay out the door, unsure of why her partner is acting so strange.

-

The doors to the truck slam as Jay and Hailey both settle inside. Jay forces himself to calm down, to stop thinking so much, but those thoughts are interrupted by Hailey. “Why did you go upstairs? Did you notice something with that girl?”

“What?” Jay questions needing Hailey to repeat herself. 

“The girl who went upstairs, Emma, was there something weird going on that I missed?”

Jay shakes his head, “No, nothing.” Hailey is still staring pointedly at him, studying him. “She just reminds me of someone I used to know.” He adds, immediately turning on the engine and focusing his eyes on the road in front of him. This isn’t a conversation he wants to have with his partner right now. 

Despite wanting to push him more and having at least six more questions on the tip of her tongue, Hailey takes the hint. Jay’s gripping the steering wheel so tightly she can see the tension in his muscles all the way up his arms. He refuses to tear his eyes from the road, and she recognizes the way his jaw is set as though he’s biting down. 

Hailey knows Jay has a lot on his mind, but that he won’t say anything until he’s ready and pushing him won’t help him open up. Hailey swallows back any questions and silence settles over the truck. A silence neither of them breaks the entire ride back to the district. 

-

“Jay, Jay!” Adam’s voice snaps Jay back to reality. He looks up at Adam, who’s staring at him expectantly. 

“What?” Jay asks, not having heard a single word of whatever conversation was happening before this moment. 

“I asked if you’re coming to Molly’s tonight?” Adam repeats his question. 

“No, I think I’ll pass.” 

“Alright man, we’ll all be there if you change your mind.” Adam responds, having noticed that Jay’s seemed distracted since returning from the CI meet and little detour he and Hailey had at the group home, but choosing not to mention it. 

Jay feels Hailey’s stare on him from her spot at her desk directly across from him, but he intentionally doesn’t look up. 

He barely manages to make it through the next hour it takes before the clock finally hits five pm and he’s able to officially clock out. 

As soon as he’s alone in his truck, he searches through his phone for a contact he hasn’t used in a while. The phone rings a few times but eventually goes to voicemail. There’s only one person who could possibly understand what he’s feeling right now, and they aren’t answering his call. He involuntarily lets out a sigh of frustration before tossing his phone onto the passenger seat and driving straight home. 

-

A knock on his door pulls his attention from the hockey game he wasn’t truly watching. His first instinct is to ignore it, but the knock sounds again, this time louder.

When he finally starts walking toward the door, he hears the voice of his partner, “I know you’re home Jay, open up.” 

“What are you doing here?” He questions upon opening the door. He takes in Hailey’s appearance. 

She’s no longer wearing her work clothes, instead she’s dressed in comfy clothes and holding a bottle of tequila as though that answers his question. It doesn’t, but she walks right past him without even being invited in. “I know you have glasses.” She states, heading straight for his kitchen and beginning to open cabinets at random. 

“What are you doing?” He asks again, not helping her find the glasses. 

“Our thing.” She responds as though it’s that simple. He knows what their thing is, but they haven’t even been working on a case, nothing has gone sideways. In fact, it’s probably been the calmest and least stressful week of the entire year so far. 

“But we don’t even have a case, nothings gone wrong.” 

Hailey eventually finds the cabinet holding the glasses and grabs two before turning around, placing them down on his kitchen counter. She gives Jay a pointed look  as if to say, I’m not that stupid. “Look, I can’t force you to talk about whatever happened at the group home today or what it brought up for you, but I know it wasn’t nothing. Here’s some tequila, we’ll drink it. Maybe you’ll tell me what’s going on. Maybe you won’t, but either way I’m not just gonna leave you here alone.”

Jay remains silent, but Hailey doesn’t seem fazed by his lack of response. She starts pouring the tequila and then pushes a glass toward him, meeting his eyes briefly. If he’s going to tell anyone on the team, it’s going to be Hailey, but will she look at him differently? They’ve been growing closer lately, things between them have been shifting in ways he can’t deny anymore, and he doesn’t want that to stop. 

Jay stares down at the light gold liquid in front of him. He’s not sure how to say what needs to be said. At the same time, he’s not sure if he can carry this secret any longer. He’s not sure if he wants to. 

-

Chapter 2

Thank you for reading! I wanted to leave a lot of room for speculation in this first chapter, so feel free to send in your thoughts and guesses for what might be happening next. 

[you-show-me-love]

Gallavich Kinktober 2022 Day 13 -  sex tape X “I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”

For @gallavichthings and omg they were roommates

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

It wasn't often the stars aligned like this for Mickey. Between work and his roommate he was rarely home by himself, plus having the energy to set everything up didn't always arise, but today was the day he'd make another video.

He didn't just one day start filming himself. It started when he downloaded grindr and men kept asking to see him. He'd get the request during work or after Mickey just inhaled an entire pizza by himself and figured why not get a few things lined up for the next sextimg session. After a while he had all these videos and photos just taking up space on his phone. He didn't want to delete them, he'd worked hard, pun intended, and so he created an OnlyFans.

With the account created he had a thought; why give these grindr guys the goods for free when he could send them a link and make five bucks?

His dad would have been proud of his scam if it wasn't based around fucking himself in the ass for other men, and maybe thats all the more a reason he did it, another fuck you to Terry Milkovich, may he rest in misery.

He hadn't posted any new videos since his roommate moved in. Photos were easy; snap a few right out of the shower or while lounging in bed, but with videos comes noise and the walls were paper thin, he would hear Mickey from anywhere in the house.

So yeah, his roommate was gone and Mickey was horny and motivated enough to get the camera set up and the ring light positioned just right and make it a show.

He pressed play while still in his boxers and stained wife beater, planning to edit the final footage before posting, because once he got started he'd forget to check if the camera was recording. It had happened enough times for Mickey to learn his lesson.

Just off camera Mickey crouched down and blindly hooked his fingers on the lip of a box, pulling it out from under the bed. He eyed his options before deciding on the beads, figuring after a month of no new video content he could give some money wasting chumps something more elaborate than a hand on his dick and fingers in his ass.

He's generous like that.

So he pulled off his grungy clothes, cleaned thoroughly in an efficient shower, and settled into bed, the camera ready to capture what happened next.

He started with his nipples, they aren't super sensitive but they flushed a pretty deep rose when pinched. While one hand toyed them into rosy buds his other rubbed at his stomach, enjoying his post shower warmth. Just below his hands his cock was fattening with the beginnings of arousal. It was inherently arousing to film himself like this, the setup practically foreplay, but his dick was filling fast for another reason.

Ian Gallagher: roommate, EMT, redhead, and failed grindr hookup. To say Mickey was surprised to see the man who hadn't swiped on him answer his ad for a roommate was an understatement. He was floored, he almost couldn't look Ian in the eye as he gave him a tour of the small, shitty apartment. It wasn't like Mickey never got rejected on grindr, because he did, but Ian was maybe the first one he cared about matching with. Something about the dorky, slightly awkward photos mixed in with the sexy shirtless pics had wormed under Mickey's skin.

And now he was harboring a crush on his roommate, because he was in fact dorky and sexy and everything Mickey wanted.

Mickey's hands slid down his chest, cupping his balls in one hand he gripped his cock with the other, starting a slow teasing pull while looking into the camera. He let his eyes close, his head relaxed into his pillow as he gave into the sensations pulsating from his groin. With his eyes closed it wasn't the camera keeping his interest, it was the image of a pale, freckly-faced redhead leaning over him, green eyes greedily running down his body.

"Oh, baby." Imaginary Ian. "Is this for me? Did I do this to you?"

Mickey nodded, then opened his eyes and forcibly pulled himself away from the ginger mirage. He glanced at the camera before looking for the beads he laid out before his shower.

He took his time inspecting the toy, lubing it up, readying himself. He didn't want to rush this moment to himself after waiting so long to get it. It could have been mere minutes or close to an hour, Mickey didn't know, but eventually when he was ready he slid the first bead in.

It wasn't like fucking, the beads didn't fill him up the same way, but the stretch of his rim as his body accepted each bead was like getting breached anew every time. Mickey whimpered as he pushed another bead past his rim, looking into the camera with furrowed brows and slack lips. If Mickey knew one thing, it was that he looked good getting fucked, even if he was doing it to himself.

Three beads in and he was starting to feel full. He shimmied his hips, letting the pliant string press against his insides. He let himself settle into the feeling for a moment, hand rubbing at the head of his cock just to keep the pleasure sparking as he closed his eyes and sank into the sensations.

"Come on, baby. You can handle more than that." Imaginary Ian was back, laying next to Mickey, looking at him in that soft way real Ian sometimes did.

Eyes still closed Mickey reached between his spread legs and pushed another bead in, shaking out a sigh once it was inside. He swore he could feel a large hand push the hair off his forehead and soft lips plant themselves just below his hairline.

"Another, Mick. One more."

Mickey hesitated, he had only managed four beads before and yet this version of Ian was telling him just one more. He almost opened his eyes, considered grounding himself back in reality, but if he did that he'd lose what was most likely his only chance with Ian Gallagher, even if it was a version of him from Mickey's own mind.

So with his eyes closed, and a tall, lanky, figment of his imagination watching, Mickey pushed another bead inside of himself.

He keened, forehead breaking out in a clammy sweat, it was just the wrong side of uncomfortable. Too much. Too much. Too much.

"So good. You did so good for me baby." The words were bouncing around in Mickey's head, aimless and echoing. He breathed in and out slowly, his body going boneless as he calmed down.

Turns out five beads wasn't so bad a feeling once he stopped freaking out. He opened his eyes, staring up at his dingy, stained ceiling. He touched himself, found he had gone a bit soft and stroked himself back to full hardness. Next would come his favorite part.

Mickey pulled his legs up high, hooking an arm around one leg to expose more of himself to the camera, then reached down and began to pull. The fifth bead came out easily, the space within him feeling too crowded to cling to it. Still, the feeling of it stretching his rim as it popped out made him lose his breath. He shifted his hips again, adjusted his grip, and pulled again, nice and slow.

His breath came out in harsh pants and in between he whimpered and moaned. He couldn't keep from making noise when he was this close to cumming, it's why he had to have the apartment to himself, it's why he had had to wait over a month for this moment. He had three left inside him, then two.

"Fuck, Mickey." Imaginary Ian was back, face looming over him, taking up all of Mickey's unseeing vision. How deep the man had crawled under his skin, to be all he saw when Mickey closed his eyes.

“I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”

The hand jerking his cock moved faster, frantic, spurned by the words that imaginary Ian was saying to him, about him. A perverse part of him hoped his neighbors could hear. He wanted to come across them in the hall or on the stairs and see it in their eyes, knowing that they heard. Better yet he wanted them to look at Ian and assume he was the one making Mickey moan like a dirty little slut. He wanted strangers to look at Ian and assume he was giving it to Mickey good and hard right now. Assume they were fucking. Assume they were together.

His hand was a blur as he teased his rim with the last bead, it was good, it was so good. As his body shuddered and cum sputtered from his cock he finally freed the last bead, hole clenching around nothing as he prolonged the warm, leg shaking feeling.

"Fuck." He rubbed a hand through his sweat soaked hair, dropping his legs heavily onto the bed. He waited for his breathing to settle, looking into the camera as he came down from his orgasm.

He wouldn't see it until he edited the video later; his door cracking open, a coppery head peeking in, a figure lurking in the shadows, watching, then the door silently closing minutes before Mickey got up and stopped the recording.

[myheelsdontmatchmysweatpants]

Red lily and kirishima?

Alrighty! I am SO SORRY for taking so long but here is Red Lily (Passion) and Kirishima! And as always!

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: oral! (fem & male receiving), use of recording equipment, "sir", drinking, Denki/Jirou and Baku/Deku, uhhhh i think thats it.

Cam!BoyKiri & Fem!Reader

W/C - 5.7K

“Ahhh ahhhh, mmfff.” Covering your mouth with your hand you try your best to muffle the sounds of your moans however, your partner does not approve.

His large calloused hand grabs your wrist and pins it to your side, slapping your thigh to get your attention. As you drag your blurry eyes to the man between your legs you are once again captivated by the sight. How could you not be, when such a gorgeous giant man is tongue fucking you dumb.

He lifts his head up for a moment, licking cum from his lips and not sounding the least bit winded even though he has been shoving his face in your pussy for what feels like an hour.

“I told you princess,” he slowly dips three fingers into your cunt “how can anyone learn when you aren’t telling them what feels good?” he raises a scarred eyebrow and winks at you before dropping his head back down and resuming his feast.

“Mmmm o-okay Red Ri- Riot.”

*****

When you hear the front door to your apartment slam you know your time has come.

“Y/N! Get your ass out here now!”

As much as you want to avoid this fight you know that if you ignore your roommate Jirou she will just use that ridiculously expensive sound system she has and point it right at your door. You groan as you get up and trudge to your door, easing it open and peeking around it to see her standing at the edge of the hallway. “Nice to see you back babes.” You pull the door open all the way and step out of your room but not any closer “How was your night?”

“How was my night? HOW WAS MY NIGHT?!”

You flinch at the sheer volume of her voice and slide a wry smile on your face. “Was Denki not as good as you thought he would be?”

Jirou throws her hands up and scoffs. “Ya know, I would be a lot less upset if I didn’t have to wake up at THREE IN THE MORNING when Mineta came back to their apartment SOBBING!”

You try to hold in your laugh, unsuccessfully, so while you clutch your chest to try and calm the wheezing Jirous face gets red with anger. “I’m - I’m sorry but he fucking cried? Please tell me you got a picture, or a video.”

“Of course I fucking did but that is beside the point!” You see a hint of a smile on her face but it quickly disappears. “I thought you were gonna handle him for me until today?”

“Did you not get your nut? I gave you five hours ya prude.”

“Of course we had sex you inconsiderate butt munch. But it was quickly overshadowed when Mineta busted into the room without knocking and got a bloody nose when he saw me in bed with Denki.” She pinches the bridge of her nose and closes her eyes. “It was disgusting, the little freak couldn’t decide whether to drool over me or cry over what you said to him, so he did both.”

You’re hunched over laughing with your hands on your knees but one look at your friend's face sobers you up and you walk over to hug her. “I’m sorry, that must have been really uncomfortable.”

She wraps her arms around you and nods. “It really fuckin was, but Denki got up and threw him out of the room so that was satisfying to watch.”

“Was Denki satisfying to fuck?”

Jirou tenses up and pulls away from you. “Changing the subject isn’t gonna make me forgive you.”

“I know, but telling me about the amazing sex you had will make you forget about it.” She glares at the shit eating grin on your face then huffs out a laugh.

“Fine, but you're buying breakfast.”

“Deal! Now,” you wrap an arm around her shoulder and lead her to the living room, “please tell me he started out with foreplay.”

*****

“The idiot got a fuckin nosebleed?”

Denki nods his head, wincing as a large hand claps his back.

“That’s such a bummer dude!” Kirishima looks at him in pity, “but at least you finally got together with Jirou right? You guys gonna hang out again?”

“I wouldn’t want to.” Bakugou laughs over his very large glass of orange juice.

Denki drops his head on the table in defeat while Kirishima looks over at Bakugou with disappointment. “Dude, if you're not gonna say anything nice then don’t say anything at all.”

Bakugou slams his cup back on the table, the juice sloshing in the cup but not spilling over the edge. “When have I ever said anything nice?!”

Kirishima sighs heavily and shakes his head before turning back to his sullen friend. “Why was Mineta crying in the first place?”

Denki's voice is muffled by the table. “Apparently Jirous' friend Y/N said something really mean to him.”

Bakugou laughs, “Wish I could have been there to see it.”

*****

You had been at the club for almost an hour already, still sipping on the same drink and watching Jirou from the corner of your eye. You knew this was a good place to suggest a casual meet up with the guy she liked.

A two story building with a bar on the first floor and a lounge on the second. The second floor lounge was sparsely decorated and boasted a large open fireplace in the middle and various couches and chairs scattered throughout the rest of the space.

As you sit with your back to the bar you radiate a sense of aloof boredom, just enough of a resting bitch face to keep people from being too chummy but not enough for people to outright avoid you.

She looks like she's having fun, that’s all that matters.

“So how long have you and Jirou known each other?”

Shit, I forgot he was next to me.

You put on your customer service smile and turn to the man next to you, Denki’s friend Mineta. “We’ve known each other since grade school, our parents both work in the music industry.”

“So you’ve known each other through like, high school and stuff?” You try your best to ignore the creepy glint in his eyes and cover your cup with your hand.

“Like I said, we’ve known each other since grade school so yes. We went to high school together.”

“So have you like…. Seen each other naked?”

You cringe when the creepy little brat looks up at you. “Excuse me?”

“Well you know, I’ve heard that umm statistically speaking women have seen other women naked more times than men.”

“Mhm, yeah we did.” You down the rest of your drink and before you set the glass on the bar top another one is being slid over to you by the bartender. You roll your eyes at the pity on their face and tip them. “Thanks Midoriya.”

“Anything for my favorite patron.”

“Only cause I tip well.”

He laughs, his emerald eyes shining. “That and your invigorating conversational skills.” Before you can throw a witty retort back Mineta is asking another thinly veiled offensive question and you are back to entertaining him.

Jirou and Denki leave the bar around ten thirty so he can show her his ‘book collection’ . You laugh, telling Jirou to use protection when reading.

For the next couple of hours you take Mineta to a couple of more bars downtown, ones where you know all the bartenders. He continued asking inappropriate questions that were always followed by an excuse as to why they were actually harmless.

You had just arrived at your favorite billiard bar when you decided to ask your own.

“So you’ve had sex right?”

Mineta chokes on his vodka and redbull, “Fuck yeah I have, lots of sex. You look like you have too.” You ignore the last comment and casually sip your water.

“What do you do for foreplay?”

He laughs and you raise an eyebrow. “Foreplay? I just put it in, pussys get wet eventually and if not, that’s what lube’s for.”

You’re silent for a minute, not fully believing that he just actually said that. “I’m sorry?”

“Foreplay takes too long, I satisfy plenty without it.” He smirks at you, placing one of his hands on your thigh. Taking a deep breath you slap his hand off you and put your chin in your hand, glaring at him.

“Have you asked your partners if they were satisfied?” You hold one hand up, signaling air quotations around the word partners.

“No?”

Taking a minute to have another drink of water you turn to him fully. “Then I doubt you have satisfied them at all. Foreplay takes too long? This is why people need to take a class on how to please their partner. You don’t look like you could satisfy yourself with your own hand much less satisfy another human being.” You wave goodbye to the bartender, and grab your purse. “The only satisfying thing about you is that you are as stupid as you look. Don’t worry about your drink, I put it on my tab. Do me a favor and search ‘how to sexually please a woman’ on wikihow, maybe you’ll learn something.”

*****

Somehow you are invited to hangout when Jirou meets up with Denki again.

They are meeting at the same lounge but he is bringing two of his friends so you are tagging along. You made Jirou swear on her sound board that Mineta was not one of those friends.

You both get to the bar first, grabbing a spot with two couches. Midoriya brings your usual and takes Jirous' order, winking when you hand him your card to start a tab.

You’re drinking and chatting when Denki walks in, excitedly waving to you both and walking over to give Jirou a hug. “Hey ladies! These are my buddies,” He turns to the side to introduce them and you choke.

“Looks like someone already knows me.” The tall beefy redhead has a sideways smile and your face goes red. “I go by Kirishima when I’m not working,” he holds out a hand to Jirou to shake and leans down to kiss the back of yours. “But feel free to call me Red if it pleases you.”

The other friend scoffs at you both and walks off to the bar, a sadistic smile on his face when Midoriya looks at him with wide eyes. “The angry one is Bakugo, don’t mind him.”

Denki is trying his best to hold in his laughter while whispering to Jirou, you can guess what he is telling her by the way her mouth drops open and she whips her head over to you.

The guys head to the bar and you try your best to be one with the couch when your friend sits next to you with a smile on her face. “So that’s what you're doing on Saturday nights.”

“Please just kill me now.”

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this one babe.”

“I’m fucking lonely okay?”

She puts her hands up. “Hey I’m not judging, it’s perfectly natural to watch camboys.”

“And like I say at the end of every stream,” Kirishima walks up and sits on the armrest of the couch next to you. “I always appreciate your patronage.”

“I have never been more embarrassed in my life.” You finish your drink and try to signal Midoriya for another but he is talking to Bakugou, a flirty smile on his face and a hand on his forearm.

“They’ve known each other for a while.” You look up at the man next to you, Denki and Jirou caught up in their own flirty banter.

“Midoriya and your friend? I’ve never seen him here though.”

“They both are convinced the other doesn’t like them.”

You look back over at the two talking. “Are they fucking blind?”

Kirishima laughs, it’s a deep rumble that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and a shiver go up your spine. “Yeah, they are. Denki and I tried to talk to Bakugou about it once but he’s a little hard headed.”

You giggle when Kirishima knocks on his head with his fist. “Yeah he looks like the stubborn type.”

Your companions have moved to the other couch so Kirishima moves to sit next to you. “Hey uh,” he looks down at his drink, a shy look on his face and a hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

You hurriedly wave your hands in front of you, “Oh no! Please don’t worry about it.” clearing your throat you fidget with the hem of your shirt. “I was just a little flustered, never imagined I would meet you in person.”

He laughs again, and you decide that the sound is more attractive than any you have heard during his streams. “Disappointed?”

“I wouldn’t say that.” You smile when he looks back at you. “Why? You worried Mr. Red Riot?”

He smiles, the sharp points of his teeth looking much more dangerous in real life, you wonder what it would take to get him to bite you. “I wouldn’t say that.”

Hours passed by in a blur, you and Kirishima talked about everything and anything. Denki and Jirou would sometimes join in on your conversation or vice versa. Even the grumpy one came back when Midoriya had to help customers. Eventually Jirou and Denki left together, Bakugou went back to the bar and stayed saying something about ‘stupid Deku’.

When you were both alone you and Kirishima sat in companionable silence for a bit before he offered to take you home. Since you both had been drinking he orders a ride service and while you both wait you check your phone. “Well that’s just rude.”

“Something wrong?”

Shoving your phone back in your purse, you sigh. “The love birds went to my apartment to avoid the pervert.”

Kirishima chuckles, “You talkin about Mineta?”

“Ugh, yeah.”

“I heard you made him cry.”

You grimace, “All I did was tell him some harsh truths, not my fault he can’t take criticism. Besides,” you put your hands on your hips and look up at the man with a scowl on your face. “He deserved it, every bit of it.”

The car arrives and he opens the door for you, “I’m gonna need to hear that story, want to go to my place? Bakugou said he was…. sleeping, somewhere else tonight.”

You hesitate to answer for a moment, not wanting him to assume anything was gonna happen but from the look on his face and the tone of his voice you knew he wasn’t expecting anything. “I would love to.”

The ride to his apartment is quiet, not wanting to inadvertently offend the driver with your story you save it for later. When you arrive Kirishima helps you out of the car and thanks the driver before placing his large hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the front door. You almost stumble, very aware of the size of his hand compared to your body.

It’s so warm

He unlocks the door and you head inside, Kirishima turning on lights while calling back to you. “Feel free to make yourself at home. If you want, I can start heating up water for tea.”

You take off your shoes and place your purse on the table next to the door, grabbing your phone and following his voice. “That sounds good to me, could you tell me where the-”

“Restroom is the second door on the right, Bakugou is a neat freak so it’s spotless, don't worry.”

You head to the restroom, controlling the urge to open the other doors on your way. After taking care of yourself you shoot a quick text to your roommate letting her know where you are and to text you when her and Denki are done ‘reading’.

You get to the kitchen and sit at the table, telling Kirishima about your interaction with Mineta. By the time you are done the tea is steeping in front of you both and he is wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

“Ya know, I was gonna make it a point to beat that idiot for what he said but your response was so perfect I would just be kicking a man while he’s down.”

You stand up, giggling and bow a couple of times. “Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week.”

When you sit back down, Kirishima has his hand on his chin, a look of contemplation on his face. “A class on how to please their partners huh?”

“I don’t know, I’ve been with quite a few guys who had the same mentality as that idiot. Would be nice if someone could teach them what foreplay is.”

“Like a lecture? Or do you mean a live example?”

You shrug your shoulders. “What would a textbook do? Might as well have someone record a tutorial, the recipient would just need to say what feels good out loud.”

“That’s a good idea, most of those people watch porn anyway, might as well make it informative.”

You look over at Kirishima and blush at his smoldering gaze. “Umm, yeah that’s what I was thinking too.”

“Mind if I ask you a personal question?”

Your heartbeat picks up, “Go ahead.”

The smile that appears on his face is down right predatorial. “How vocal are you with your partners?”

*****

You were nervous sure, but so fucking ready. Kirishima had set all of his recording stuff up in his room, after making sure you were 100% comfortable with it, and made sure to let you know that you can stop at any point in time.

“I’m not doing this live stream. Don’t want you caring about what my viewers are thinking if you wanna stop.”

You’re standing off to the side with your arms wrapped around yourself, chewing your lips. “Thank you, that actually makes me feel a lot better.”

After moving stuff around, Kirishima looks over at you in concern. “Are you really okay with this?”

“I’m fine.” he raises a scarred eyebrow, “I promise! I think I'll be less nervous once we get started.”

Kirishima raises both eyebrows and slowly smiles. “Eager are we?”

“Are you kidding me? If you were to grab me by the throat, force my mouth open and spit in it I would say thank you sir.” your face goes red when you realize what you just said. “I-I mean you’re fuckin hot and….. Easy to talk to, and….”

He walks up to you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. “It’s alright! Not like I haven't had someone tell me that before.” You huff out a laugh. “I mean not to my face but it was cute coming from you.”

You groan in embarrassment, then Kirishima grabs your hand and guides you towards a chair in view of the camera and your heartbeat picks up. He gently grabs your chin and tilts your face up, moving closer till you can feel his breath on your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please”

He closes the distance, pressing his lips softly against yours as you lay your hands on his chest. The kiss is sweet until you feel his tongue swipe against the seam of your lips and whimper. He growls, sitting down on the chair and pulling you on top of him before cupping your face and kissing you again, biting your bottom lip and thrusting his tongue into your mouth when you gasp at the sweet pain.

Pulling back Kirishima coos at the look on your face. “Did you like when I bit you?”

“Mhm” you nod your head, licking your bottom lip. “Do it more… please.”

“Of course princess.”

You shiver at the name. “Oh god please keep calling me that too.”

Placing his hands on your hips, Kirishima kisses your lips again, biting your lip then kissing down your jaw to your ear. “Anything else princess?”

“T-touch me.”

“Where would you like me to touch you?”

You moan as he kisses down your neck, biting just hard enough to not break the skin. “Anywhere… everywhere.”

He chuckles darkly, slowly dragging his hands from your hips up your sides. You squirm in his lap and drape your arms on his shoulders.

“You’re so soft.” he nips then licks your shoulder. “I would never get tired of touching you.”

Huffing with impatience you grab his wrists and bring his hands up to your breasts. He stops just shy of palming them. “You know, if you wanted me to touch you here you should have been more specific.”

You arch your back pushing your breasts out. Your nipples are hard, visible through the thin material of your top. “Don’t be gentle, I like it rough.”

Kirishima answers by grabbing your breasts softly while lowering his head to bite your nipples. Your hands drag up the back of his neck to grab his hair as you cry out in broken mewls.

He alternates between biting and sucking on your nipples rolling and pinching the other one between his fingers. When he pulls away you take your shirt off, he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra, which follows your shirt to the floor.

You sit up a bit on his lap and help him remove his shirt before you cup his face and kiss him. It’s messy and ravenous, you whimper when his teeth scrape against your lips.

When he pulls away again he goes right back to playing with your nipples.

He feels you buck in his lap and looks up at you. “You gonna cum princess? Just from me playing with your nipples?”

You nod your head. “Yes, please don’t stop. M’so close.”

Kirishima grins, pushing both of your breasts together and managing to get both nipples in his mouth. Lathing his tongue over both before nibbling on them, paying attention to your breathing and the shallow rocking of your hips. When your breathing gets quicker and your hips stutter he sucks them hard and you cum moaning loudly.

He massages your breast while you come down from your high, kissing along your collarbone.

“Can we lay down?”

“Of course. Hold on to me.” Kirishima kisses the tops of your breasts and picks you up walking over to the bed and gently laying you down atop it. “I wanna see all of you,” he grabs the waist of your pants, “I’m gonna take these off okay?”

“Only if I can see you too.” you answer with a smirk.

“You will, but I have a woman to satisfy first.” He pulls your pants off, taking your panties with them and pushes your thighs apart.

He lays down between your legs and slides them over his shoulders, you clutch the sheets in your fists. When you make eye contact you think you might cum that second, seeing a man you had touched yourself to countless times in between your legs was driving you crazy. Kirishima winks, then looks down at your already soaked pussy. “Thank you for the meal.”

He goes straight for your clit, swirling his tongue around it and moaning at the taste. When you cross your legs behind his head and press him harder against your cunt he ruts into the mattress.

“Oh - oh god….m’gonna cum.” Your eyes roll back. “I-I don’t wanna cum yet….. Please.”

Kirishima takes his mouth off your clit as soon as the words are out of your mouth. Kissing the insides of your thighs when you uncross your legs. “I’m sorry princess, was that too much?”

You struggle to get the words out, panting from trying to hold back your orgasm. “A little yeah….It felt amazing but I like….. too amazing.” You look down at him again, “Maybe a little slower? Feel free to use your fingers too.”

“Want me to tell you when you can cum?”

You groan, the heat in your core getting hotter just from his words. “Fuck….. yes please.”

He chuckles, giving one of your thighs a playful bite before moving one of his hands up and sticking one of his fingers in his mouth. You can’t help but shiver when he pulls it out and it’s glistening with spit.

He brings it to your pussy, dragging the tip through your moist folds. “I was taught to never play with my food...” he slowly pushes his thick rough finger into your hole, “but for you I can make an exception.”

“You’re gonna kill me.”

By the time he is done sucking out your soul he lets you cum only 3 times. You had gone from actively voicing your pleasure to tiredly trying to hold them in until he argued against it.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” Kirishima sits up, not bothering to wipe his face of your slick. When you wince while stretching your sore legs out he starts rubbing them down.

You moan at the feeling of his large warm hands working out the tense muscles. “Holy shit, I might cum just from you massaging me. Feels so goooooood.” After a few minutes of basking in the orgasmic afterglow you sit up, placing your hands on his chest and kiss him softly. “You’re turn big guy.”

“I thought this was about you princess.” He smiles at you, all teeth and shiny lips.

You push him till he steps off the bed, “This is about satisfying ‘partners’. You are also my partner so you also need to be satisfied.” You slide off the bed and get on your knees in front of him. “Would you like to give me commands?” You see his cock throb in his pants.

“As fun as that sounds, I want to see what you do without them.”

Your smile is feline, lifting your hands to his stomach and dragging them back down by your nails. He moans and throws his head back. “F-fuck.”

You lick your lips as you unbutton his pants, not one for being patient you tug them off as soon as the zipper is down. Your mouth starts watering at the sight of his cock, the sound of it hitting his stomach echoing in your brain. You cup his balls, weighing them in your hand and kissing each one.

Kirishima thinks his heart might stop in his chest. Dragging a finger from his shaft to the head, you watch mesmerized as it twitches at the small movement. You smear the drop of pre resting on the head of his dick, then lick it off. Humming at the taste you swirl your tongue around, softly squeezing his balls while you do so.

When you close your lips around him and suck, Kirishima shivers and places one of his hands on your head. You lift up with a pop and look up at him through your lashes. “Feel free to be rough with me, pull my hair or hold my head if you want.” His lashes flutter at your words. “What did you say to me earlier?” You mockingly tap his cock in contemplation. “Oh yes! Thank you for the meal.”

Sticking out your tongue you flatten it against him and lick every inch of his cock, all 7 of them. You’re gonna need every advantage to fully deep throat him and with his girth a sore jaw is the least of your worries. When you're done, saliva has coated your lips and Kirishima has an almost too tight grip on your hair.

You waste no time, going down on him little by little; giving your throat time to relax and take all of his cock. By the time you manage to get far enough to feel his groomed pubic hair on your nose both of you are breathing heavily.

You can feel his thighs tensing under your hand, his balls moving with every breath. You are tempted to touch yourself but refrain, although you can feel the slick dripping down your thighs; this is about him.

You keep your head still for a moment, enjoying the feel of him in your throat. When you hum, the vibrations caress his cock and he pushes your head impossibly closer to him until you push back. Although you were enjoying yourself, you can’t help but gag and cough a little when you pull your mouth off of him.

“As much as I enjoy this sight,” Kirishima lets go of your hair and reaches down to pick you up, pleasing you on the bed again. “I want to fuck you so bad…”

Your mouth drops open, you can’t help it. When have you ever experienced a man, a very attractive inside and out man, expressing his desire to you.

“Is that a no?” Kirishima Backs up a step, worried that he had crossed a line.

“Oh no! I’m sorry….I just..” you grab his hands and pull him closer to you. “I never imagined I’d hear someone say that without assuming I would say yes.”

You sit up, getting on your knees at the edge of the bed and grabbing his face, pulling him into a kiss. As you slowly back up he crawls on the bed to follow you, never breaking the kiss until finally you are laying down with him over you.

You whimper as you feel the head of his cock drag through your wet folds a few times before pushing into you. He goes slowly, almost cumming at the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his cock with every inch.

You both moan when he is fully seated inside, his heavy balls resting on your ass and pelvis pressed against yours. His cock twitches inside you, the head pressing against your deepest parts and you come undone. Kirishima breaks the kiss and looks down at you with a slight smug look on his handsome face. “That good huh?”

“Oh shut up and fuck me already.” You look at him with blurry eyes and a smile on your face.”

He pulls out halfway then ruts back into you, pulling another moan out of your mouth. “Like that?” He pulls out again, this time slowly until just the head is inside before slowly pushing back in. “Or is that better?”

“Either, both just please keep going.” You drag your nails down his back and he starts moving inside you, starting out with shallow thrusts.

“Fuck, you feel so good princess.”

You mewl in pleasure, coming undone again at his words.

“That’s it baby, cum on my cock.” Kirishima picks up his pace, drunk on the face and noises you make when cumming. When he grabs one of your legs and pushes it into your chest your mouth opens in a silent scream, your body running towards that cliff one more time.

“Ah, ah, ah, hold that one in.”

Your eyes snap open, Kirishima lifts his head up from the side of your face and looks at you. “Don’t cum again till I say so.”

You whimper but nod your head, using all of your willpower to deny your orgasm. “Yes, Sir.” You said the words as a joke but Kirishima's hips stutter and he groans.

“Say it again.”

You have just enough left over energy to smirk. “I said, yes. Sir.”

He swears, changing the angle of his hips and pounding into you with reckless abandon. You're seeing stars and losing your mental grip on holding your orgasm back. Both Kirishima and you don’t know how much longer you can last. Not wanting to wait any longer you decide to make him give in first.

“Please Sir, can I cum?” tears are slowly dripping from your eyes, the pleasure building dangerously but at your words you can feel his cock twitch inside you. “I wanna cum on your cock, please sir. Cum with me, wanna feel it.”

You are both at your wits end. “Your princess wants to cum with you sir please!”

Kirishima cums first, moaning with every hot rope of cum that coats your insides. The twitching of his cock and broken moans that fall from his mouth tip you over the edge soon after.

Kirishima just barely manages to catch himself before collapsing on top of you, slowly pulling out and flopping over to the side.

You both lay there in silence, catching your breath. You finally realize that cum is leaking out and manage to sit up and walk to the bathroom. After cleaning yourself up and going back to the bedroom you see that Kirishima has put some sweatpants on and is turning off his recording equipment.

“Well shit.”

He looks up at you in confusion.

You laugh awkwardly while a slight blush dusts your cheeks. “I… kinda forgot we were recording that.”

*****

Many years later…..

“I can’t believe Scarlet is in high school already.” Eijirou, your husband, walks out of the bathroom, freshly showered.

You're sitting on a bench in front of the window, reading a book. Already dressed since you had to take your daughter to school for her first day. “I hope it's not too terrible, I hated high school.”

“Aww babe,” He walks up to you kissing the top of your head. “It can’t be that terrible.”

You huff out a laugh and look at him incredulously. “Are you kidding me? Kids are fucking terrible, teenagers are worse. They try their best to find anything to make fun of you.”

Later that day

The front door to your home opens and slams shut and the sound of someone running up the stairs follows. You walk out of the kitchen confused, looking toward where your daughter has run to her room then at the front door when your husband walks in. His face is beet red, eyes watering just slightly.

“What the hell happened?”

“I HATE BOTH OF YOU!” Scarlet screams down the stairs then slams her bedroom door shut, muffled sounds of crying worrying you further.

“Turns out teenagers are very horrible…. And so are we.” Eijirous face is filled with guilt and you walk over to cup his face.

“What happened honey?”

He turns his face away from you and sighs heavily. “Turns out some of the fathers recognized you when you dropped her off at school.”

“No.”

“And some of the moms recognized me when I picked her up.”

“Oh god.”

“One of them called me Red Riot.”

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