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weepinglevi · 4 years ago

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patience is a virtue

summary: college!au. all aged up. eren and reader continue with their sexual escapades. find part one here! warnings: 18+ minors dni. dirty text messages, dirty talk. dom!eren and bratty reader (i suppose?). throat fucking and semi-public sex. (no p in v tho) word count: around 3.5k A/N: i have a love/hate relationship with this eren ahaha, he's been ruling my brainrot ever since the last part so i hope you enjoy! there will be a part three eventually, so be on the lookout for that! enjoy your read and feedback is greatly appreciated! xx

you awake to your phone vibrating somewhere next to you. the hope of it only being a one-time occurrence quickly proven to be false as it just wouldn't stop. brr-brr. a second of silence. brr-brr. pause. brr-brr.

taking a mental note to never go to sleep again without turning off your phone, you roll over to your other side and try to ignore it. you could simply answer the texts, but that meant you'd have to open your eyes. and that whoever was texting you would win this weird battle you've just come up with in your head.

"if you don't pick up your goddamn phone, i'll smack you over the head with it," sasha groans from the other side of your shared dorm, words coming slurry with her tiredness.

brr-brr.

"i could also stick it up your ass, your decision," a pillow comes flying to your head, serving as enough of a warning for you to sit up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"quit moaning, i'll turn it off now," you yawn, feeling around your bed for your phone, "you never hear me complaining about the shit you do in the middle of the night."

"that's because my shit is funny and not fucking annoying," she scoffs, followed by a muted thump as she is sinking back down into her pillows. sasha's way of ending the conversation.

you find your phone half-tucked underneath your pillow, the display already lighting up again. someone is desperate for attention, you think to yourself and unlock your phone with an annoyed sigh. the messages were coming from an unknown number.

thinking about your wet pussy. this is eren, btw. historia gave me your number. i told her you wouldn't mind you don't mind, do you?

in a matter of seconds, your heart is beating in your throat once more, just like this afternoon in that godforsaken computer lab. ears growing hot at his words, you could almost imagine the sound of him laughing at you again. with trembling fingers, you scroll down further.

anyway, let's do it again sometime i told you. i'll never let you forget about how you moaned my name i'm also not forgetting about how badly i want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, so it's a win-win see ya, then

staring down at your phone, you don't know if you should answer him. and even if you would answer his texts, what the hell should you say? "fucking bastard," the words escaping your mouth before even realizing that you'd better keep quiet. the only thing that could make this situation any worse was if sasha were to wake up again.

scratch that, you think as you see eren's new messages.

how badly do you want to suck my cock? you looked really hot today, covered in my cum what, you're shy again?

there are two ways this could go: either you stand up, put on some clothes, and then go to eren's dorm to let hell rain upon him - or simply mute your phone and ignore him. deciding to go with the latter, you lie back down and save his number as "fuckhead", a small grin forming on your face. if he wants to be childish, then you can be, too.

the display still lighting up at a steady pace, you have to fight the urge to open his other messages. to physically prevent yourself from grabbing your phone again, you put your hands between your thighs and sigh. what the hell have i gotten myself into?

"so, who am i gonna have to teach some manners today?", sasha asks in the morning, "because there are only two valid reasons for sending that many texts in the middle of the night," she sits up in her bed and bends over to reach for her phone, "either someone's dead or there's a food sale."

cringing at the thought of having to read the countless other messages eren has sent throughout the night, you try to laugh at her comment, "of course, when there's food involved, you're all for it."

"girl's gotta eat," she claims, thankfully being too distracted by something on her phone to notice your strange behavior, "i'm gonna be back later than usual today, connie wants me to be his wingman again."

starting to go off on a tangent about how connie should just get a dating app already, sasha's words become more of background noise to you. you want to know what he wrote. what he has in store for you. at the same time, you curse yourself out. you're turning into a headless chicken and all of it because of eren fucking yeager?

you nod here and there, offering her a "yes" at what you believe to be fitting moments, desperately hoping she doesn't catch up on your restlessness. all the while the two of you are getting ready for the day. this goes on for a few more minutes and you have no clue what she's talking about now, so you decide to grab your phone and stand up.

"i'm gonna go for a run around campus, you want coffee?" you blurt out, interrupting her monologue. the device in your hand feels as if it's burning through your skin. slipping into your trainers, you're already halfway out the room, her perplexed "uh- yes, please," being muffled by the door closing behind you.

it's still warm outside - not as hot as yesterday, but warm enough for you to be glad to have forgotten your cardigan earlier. you let out a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. even though you told sasha you'd be out for a run, you walk at a slow pace.

some people are already wandering around campus, most of them on their way to a lecture. at this time in the morning, everyone has their heads full with their own worries so no one notices you slowly making your way off-campus.

arriving at a little park surrounded by trees, you sit down on the bench farest off. you notice your heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when pulling the phone out of your back pocket. fuck him, you think once again while typing in your code. fuck him for making me feel this way.

12 unread messages.

didn't seem all too shy when i had my hand wrapped around your throat no need to play hard to get when i already had you if that makes sense? haven't fucked you yet doesn't mean i won't get to fuck you

all you want is to feel appalled by these messages. to screenshot them and send them to the dean. maybe even to his mother. sickened with yourself though, you already feel the familiar warmth creeping up your body, curling up in your abdomen.

i know you want it, too how fucking needy you were for me getting yourself off in public to the thought of me maybe you can tell me what exactly you were thinking of? gonna make sure to let your dreams come true, princess

pet names? you clench your fist at the thought of eren leaning over you, breathing the word princess into your ear. you have an inkling that he'd say it mockingly; spitting it out whilst gathering your hair in a ponytail, arching your back forcefully, and slamming his length into you without mercy.

no. you hate pet names. at least, you've always hated them.

i'm gonna find out if you're ignoring me right now remember, you're not the best actress. fucking suck at it, actually wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?

his last message echoed in your head. still coming to terms with the fact of what happened yesterday, now you have to deal with a whole new revelation: eren yeager being a cocky motherfucker pushing all the right buttons for you. even though you want to blast his ass for this, the mere thought of him being near you again is too sweet of an imagination.

you want to play this game, too. for whatever reason keep on riding this high, and you just know that no one could do it quite as well as eren can. somehow you can only imagine taking him on this ride with you, no one else.

so, in that manner you decide to ignore his messages. if he's desperate enough to keep on sending them in the middle of the night, you're sure it won't be long until he sends another text. and it would give him enough reason to try and punish you, whatever that might entail – you're excited to find out. fucking nervous, too. but then again, who wouldn't be?

you stand up and put your phone in your back pocket, a sense of excitement surrounding your steps as you turn left to make your way to the nearest coffee shop.

"something tells me you're ignoring me," of course, the moment eren's voice comes up behind you, you fucking flinch like a little bird that's been scared away, "mostly because i've seen you reading the messages, but what do i know?"

you turn to see him clutching his heart dramatically, "don't play with my feelings like this," he swoons, bringing one hand to his forehead. he's laughing again, all white teeth and bright smiles – you realize this is the kind of eren you rarely get to see. not the cocky bastard he normally portrays; right now, he seems to be a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, just enjoying himself. still, you want to show him that you can play just as well as he can.

crossing your arms in front of your chest, you slightly raise a brow, trying your hardest to not look as nervous as you feel. it's a lost cause though because you can already feel the tips of your ears glowing with heat again. can't things go my way for once? just once? you think and chew the inside of your cheek. you felt so sure of yourself just moments ago. how the hell can he have this sort of effect on you?

suddenly, his whole demeanor changes. before, he seemed laid-back, entertained by the game he played with you. now he leans forward, hands in the pockets of his jacket and an almost cruel smile forming on his lips, "don't try to challenge me in this. you'll lose."

you know that you should feel frightened. terrified, even. he's looking like a lion preparing to jump the antelope, a sense of alarming calmness around him that's causing the small hairs on your neck to stand up. but alas, the way he's looking at you seems to have the same effect on you his scent has.

"i told you not to ignore me," eren says and takes a few steps closer to you, "yet here you are, doing it again." the chuckle leaving his lips a stark contrast to his stern gaze, still trained on you. somehow, you feel awfully small again - still not frightened, though. you stare right back at him, tilting your head slightly as if you wanted to say "so what?"

"are you seriously that desperate to be punished?"

better now than never, you think and once again place a courtly smile on your lips, "seems like it."

for a split second, you see eren's smug look turn into a genuine smile. realizing that you're up for his game, he lets out a smooth whistle, "you do surprise me."

"if you wouldn't always be so full of yourself, i'm sure you'd have recognized this sooner," you can feel the confidence growing in yourself again. clinging on to it, you take a step toward him, "i'm full of surprises."

"oh, yeah? i bet you are," from the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his hand. before thinking twice about it, you bat it away, "i'm not one for public displays of affection."

oh, it is on– eren's smirk turns into a full-fledged grin as he takes a grip of your wrist, "you sure about that?" lifting your hand to his face, for a short moment you think he's going to suck on your fingers again. but all he does is place a faint kiss on the back of your hand, "didn't seem like it yesterday."

"you weren't supposed to see."

"but i'm so glad i did," he leans forward, the two of you standing so close you can feel his breath on your face, "or else we wouldn't have this kind of fun right now."

still having a hold of your hand, he lifts his other to your jaw, gently tracing his thumb across your lower lip, "you looked so pretty in your skirt yesterday."

taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand, holding it in place and letting your tongue run across the tip of his thumb before biting down playfully. there's a hiss and then eren pulls away and grabs your arm, "come with me."

finally, you think and let him guide you to wherever he wants, let's have some fun, then.

on your way out of the park, you pass jean and marco. even though they stand to greet eren, he just raises his hand whilst not breaking his pace, "gotta go, have an assignment to work on."

"never seen you that determined, but go off," jean laughs.

before you know it, you're inside one of the countless maintenance sheds. pushing you against the wall, eren's movements seem to become more and more erratic by the second. pinning your arms over your head, he's looking down at you, breathing heavily. "you have no idea what you just got yourself into," licking his lips, he chuckles.

"oh, but i think i actually do," you smile innocently, fucking glad to have found your normal self again. admittedly, eren threw you off your game since yesterday – but it's just going to play into your hands now. he won't see it coming until it's hitting him straight in the face; that you're just as messed up as he seems to be.

"then prove it," he breathes against your ear, "tell me how badly you want it."

the stuffy air inside the dimly lit shed doesn't help with keeping eren's scent away from you. being so close to him, looking up into his shadowed face and right into his dilated eyes; you're like putty in his hands. you try to move forward, to touch him in some way because you just know that he'll feel so good under your skin.

"now now, princess," he moves even closer, wedging you between himself and the wall, "how about we learn some patience, first?"

you nod, but then grind up against his thigh, hissing through your teeth, "i worry i'll be a real handful." you know you could very well move your hands, too – eren seems to still be testing the waters as to how far he can go with you. but with him actually letting you grind on him; you decide to play into his hands.

your breaths grow quicker as you keep on, pace becoming erratic. all you want is to get rid of your track pants – come to think of it, what you actually want is eren under you whilst you continuously bounce on his cock. you want to hear him call you princess and immediately after call you his little whore because that's exactly what you are.

eren has a little smile on his lips and you know you should ask yourself why – because you're doing exactly what he has forbidden you to do – but you're too far gone. the heat growing, you feel your knees buckle but he's holding you up; one hand now resting on your waist for support. you're so close –

and then he pulls away from you, nearly causing you to topple over. chest heaving, you place your hands on your knees for balance, "what the fuck was – "

"patience is a virtue," interrupting you with a laugh, but his voice heavy with lust, "thought i might give you a lesson you're ought to remember."

you look up to see eren palming his erection through his pants, standing about an arm's length away from you, "but i have to admit, hearing you getting yourself off is fucking hot."

biting your teeth together, you straighten up and take a step toward him – only for him to click his tongue in disapproval, "you're gonna stay right there," tugging at his pants he raises his eyebrow, "i told you what i want, get on your knees for me."

"the fuck i will," you spit out and make a move again, grasping for his waistband. but eren is quick to take a hold of your hand and pushes you back to the wall, "come on, now, princess," he chuckles but his eyes are concentrated at you, "you want this, don't you?". he's asking for permission, the thought feeling very comforting to you. and also, very excited for what's about to come.

"of course, i do," you answer him earnestly, resting the back of your head against the wall, "or else i wouldn't be here."

"fantastic," he breathes, a little smile playing in the corners of his mouth, "then get down on your knees," placing his hands on your shoulders, weighing you down, "i won't ask again."

the change of tone in his voice has you nodding, slowly sinking onto your knees, you're bursting in anticipation. one hand finally pulling down his pants, he runs his other through your hair, then down your jaw until it comes to rest on your chin.

thumbing at your lower lip, he groans "do i have to be careful?"

you just shake your head no. then you break away from his gaze, fixing your eyes on the bobbing cock in front of you. it's tip leaking with precum already, you remember how badly you wanted to lick it away yesterday.

taking his cock at its base, you bend forward and slide your tongue around its head. the salty taste sending shudders down your spine, you make sure to lift your eyes again once you prepare to take it all down your throat. your other hand snakes up to his balls, slightly tugging them which earns you a moan from eren, and fuck, you're so wet at the sound alone, you let go of his cock and slide one hand down to your own center.

he gathers your hair in one hand, taking the base of his throbbing cock in the other, "bet this is what you thought of yesterday," he slowly but surely pulls your head in closer, "of how i fuck the words right out of you."

bucking your hips into your own hand, you can do nothing but whimper at his words. because yes, this is exactly what you imagined. he's only halfway in and you're already struggling to breathe, but not wanting him to stop you hold your breath and push down even further; trying desperately not to moan.

the tears in your eyes causing your vision to be blurry, you attempt to blink them away.

"shit – ", he's pumping into you now, rubbing the tears from your cheeks and then placing both his hands on your head, "you're doing so well – "

getting lost in his words, the fear of being caught is so far away; you finally moan around his cock. saliva soaking the hem of his shirt, you can't seem to take his whole length, no matter how hard you try. you're a fucking mess under him and the thought alone is nearly sending you over the edge.

he's trying to pull away now and you know he's close, so you snake your hand around his hip, hoping this is enough of a sign to him that if he dared to cum anywhere else than down your throat, you'd bite him.

"you really – " his voice is hoarse, "fuck – this is fucking perfect," he moans as he comes to the realization. leaning his arm against the wall behind you, he's fucking himself into your mouth, his panting and the sound of your choking filling the room.

you close your eyes to blink the tears away again, but eren pulls on your hair, "no – look at me."

with this the knot in your belly explodes, leaving you holding on to eren's hip as you ride the waves of electricity that are running through your body like lava.

"such a good little whore – " he's gone as well, holding your head in place as he's pumping his load down your throat, leaving you no other option than to swallow – which you eagerly do. you feel his legs shaking under your hands.

once again, eren hands you his shirt to clean your face. this time, you take it with a smile, noting that, "i still have your other one."

"don't worry, i'll come get it sometime when sasha's away," the two of you know exactly what this means – neither of you are planning on this to be over anytime soon.

"i'll let you know, then," you nod and stand up, hoping you don't look as well-fucked as you feel, and make your way to the door, "she's gone most of the time."

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bitchiha · 5 years ago

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Kakashi and/or Yamato NSFW headcannons? I high key love ur blog btw 🥺✨❤

A/N: UHM YES LETS DOOOO THIS I LOVE YOU BTW AND THANK YOU!! <3 Yamato and Kakashi are like.. my favs. So thank you. I wrote for both of them!

Another side note: I decided to post some requests b4 my angsts bc Im almost done them and I can't neglect them anymore. I am the worlds biggest procrastinator, but I am trying my best.

✎ NSFW (Yamato, Kakashi)

Kakashi

I mentioned this before but both him and Yamato are touch starved. The only difference is that Kakashi needs it more. Like Yamato can control himself a little bit at least, but not Kakashi. Like if he’s gone on a mission longer than 3 days Kakashi is losing his mind.

Best horny Kakashi is horny Kakashi after reading his nasty books. Hands down. Man, it just gets him so worked up because he’s not imagining the characters in the books. Noooo. He’s imagining you and him.

Once when he was reading Icha Icha in bed he was reading a particularly nasty chapter I hope you know where this is going... Once the chapter was done he put the book down and looked over at you like all sly and shit. All the sudden he’s like “come sit on my face.” And the way he says it is so like.. idk how to describe it, but it’s like sly and cocky and curious all at once.

First time you ever sat on his face and it was the closest thing that you’ve ever gotten to heaven girl. Like you were seeing stars.

He’s into anything and everything tbh. Wants to try everything he reads in Icha Icha for himself. Which is amazing bc there’s always something new he wants to try. Everytime.

Loves pet names. Definitely calls you a whole dictionary full of them and they vary depending on what you two are doing exactly.

He likes giving oral a lot tbh. Like a lot a lot. It’s probably bc he knows he’s so damn good at it lmfoaoaoao. He’s read this stuff a hundred times over in his books, so he knows how his tongue should be moving and all that good stuff. Wants you to sit on his face all the time bc he likes how good it makes you feel. Also, likes when you are vocal.

Likes lingerie but he will have it off you in 0.5 seconds so he can drill your shit tbh. You’d have to swat his hands away from trying to peel them off, but you can’t keep them away for more than 5 minutes.

Such a tease. He won’t admit it, but he actually likes making you cry when you're getting it on lol. Just a little. It makes him feel like he’s living out a scene in one of his books and it makes him so much hornier. Like he’s probably denied you 10 times now and so you’re just a mess and he gets so carried away. But when he finally gives in it’s the best dick ever. Bye lol.

Will want to do sooo much nasty things in public. He’d actually be good at hiding what the two of you are doing though, for the most part. I don’t think he’d do anything super crazy though. Mostly things that work you up to get prepared for when you two go home.

Has definitely done it with you in a public washroom. Clamped his hand on your mouth so you wouldn’t get caught and girl he rocked your shit good.

Kakashi is both an ass and tits guy, but you know what he likes better? Thighs. Loves having them wrapped around him, straddling him, lol likes his face being between them and anywhere he can grip them tbh. Like even in public he’ll have a hand somehow on your thigh 24/7. Doesn’t matter if their chubby, small, whatever. He. loves. them. Also loves hips.

Doesn’t mind if you ever wanna take the lead. Go down on him after he comes back from a mission. Shower w him, take a bath with him, literally just do it. But take care of him good. He will repay you later.

I don’t think he’s loud. Probably likes giving you validation a lot, but you’ll only get some noises out of him. That doesn’t mean he isn’t enjoying himself bc he is, my goooosh he is.

However, after missions he’s just too tired to stop himself and he will get a lottt more vocal. Plus it’s his tired voice so it’s 10x more attractive. Lots of Groans.

So like I said, he may not be loud but look at his face. You can tell he’s enjoying himself by his facial expression. Like if his eyes are squeezed shut and his mouth is open slightly you are making him see stars. Or if he’s really focused and intent, that’s when he is doing something he just read about in one of his books and boy is he enjoying it. Orrr if hes got a cocky smirk that’s when you know he’s gonna tease the life out of you.

Has dealt with Naruto, Sakura, Sai and Sasukes attitude problems all day. So if you wanna try and give him some at home he will lack the patience. Will be so rough and you’ll like it, but it will hurt to sit down for a few days.

Has 0 self control if you wear skirts or dresses. Like he just wants to put his hands under it. You look so pretty in them too and he can’t stop staring. Has definitely left your skirt / dress on when he’s fucking you at least once.

CEO of making you blush. Gets you flustered all the time. He literally can never get enough of you. Sometimes you’ll just catch him giving you that stare. Or just like checking you out and you’re like: Kakashi we are in the middle of the village control yourself.

You really can’t get him to be jealous. You’ve tried everything and anything but he never gets riled up. He can make you jealous, but he doesn’t do it a lot. I think the only time you can really get him worked up like that is if you unintentionally make him jealous. If he knows you’re trying to, he won’t let it work. But if you don’t know it makes him so flustered. Like if you tell him you’re going on a 4 day mission with Yamato. He’ll be pissed lol. Why the fuck didn’t Lady Tsunade tell you two to go together?? Why you and tree boy?

Then all the sudden he’s making out with you in the middle of your kitchen. Muttering under his breath about how unfair that is. Like this man is gonna have to sit here for 4 days by himself while you’re out on a mission with Yamato?? Frustrated sex lol. Also will definitely leave hickeys. Have fun covering them up on your stupid 4 day mission with yAmATo. <3

Another thing; you’ve done it on every surface possible in your apartment. The kitchen table, the bathroom counter, the shower, every gosh darn wall. Probably even on a chair at your dinner table... What can I say. HES WHORE KNEE

Yamato

You will definitely be eachother’s first times. If you’re with him you’re with him for the long run. He isn’t gonna give himself to anyone like that. Nope, you’ll know you’re stuck with him once he starts to get intimate.

That being said, I don’t know why but I don’t think he’d be very self conscious about himself tbh. Like he’s touch starved as fuck already and so inexperienced so like.. now that he’s experiencing physical contact like he’s never had before my guy is short circuiting. Any touch from you feels wayyy to good for him and he could care a less about anything else when he gets going.

Also, he’s kinda loud - like not the type to scream lol but I mean like .. if you’re making him feel good (literally anything you do makes him feel good tbh), then you will know. Looots of groaning and grunts. Omggg and if he needs to keep really quiet he will probably muffle his moans by burying his face in your neck or tits lol.

I don’t think he’s the type to dirty talk too much or degrade at all. The only time he will really get into dirty talk, being rough and maybe some degrading is if you make him jealous. It only works if you use Kakashi for it and my god you’re asking for trouble if you do

Say something like “wow Kakashi you’re really strong,” or laugh at all his jokes and Yamato will seethe quietly. You’ve got to keep that up for a while to get him super worked up and when you do.. HE WILL DEFINITELY GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT.

When you get home he drilllls your ass girl. Like you’re all teary eyed because he’s been denying your orgasms and now he’s drilling you into the mattress oml. You’re like begging him and sobbing and he’s so fucking mad lol like he doesn’t care

“Stop crying. You thought everything Kakashi said was just so funny tonight, so go ahead and laugh, laugh like how you were laughing with him. Not so funny now is it?” “Think he can make you feel like this? Didn’t think so.”

Will feel so bad in the morning. Like he’ll actually feel so bad. Will make up for it in any way you ask him too. You liked it though and you riled him up on purpose, you won’t tell him though. You 1000/10 do it again. Kisses you all over to make up for it.

Everytime you do, you can’t look Kakashi in the eye for a good week bc you’ll only think of Yamato drilling your ass.

Praise kink 10/10. He will probably be so depressed and will lowkey cry if you degrade him. What he likes is praise. Fucking fuel that mans ego and be a vocal for him too ;) he likes knowing that he’s rocking your shit good.

CALL HIM CAPTAIN like he’s not really into being called sir or daddy or anything like that but my lord.. if you call him Captain.. ugh. It gets him everytime. Also darling too.

Uhm he realllyyy likes when you take care of him after missions. Especially if it’s a long mission or one with Team 7 because that shit stresses him the fuck out. He’ll have so much frustration he’ll need to get out by the time he comes home.

Perch your ass on the couch and wait for him. Bonus if you cooked him food first. Or if you wanna run a shower for him while he eats. He will insist you join him.

Also... He’s not slick at all when he introduces ideas like that, he probably says it bluntly like.. “y/n.. I really want to take a shower with you right now.” and his face would get all red too lol

But after some missions he’s just way too tired to fuck your ass up. This is usually like after most of his missions with Team 7. He will still somehow manage to be horny tho. Like he’s been gone for days and had to deal with moody teenagers the whole time and he would really love if you just sucked his dick rn. That always reallyyy gets him going. Probably will cum fast bc of how good it feels to him tho, but there’s a lot of it y’know. He’d also be loud too. Like too lazy to try and keep it down loud. Lots of groaning.

Like I said, he’s horny as fuck. Literally being around you just turns him on sometimes. Even at home. Like If you wear a tank top with no bra when you’re lounging around, he’s already horny. Short shorts? Hor-fucking-ny!! Sometimes he’ll get embarrassed and hide it from you, but let’s be real you feel the same way about him so it’s fine

Titty guy 100%. I’m sorry but like if you have big tits don’t expect him not to bury his face in them. Always gives them extra attention. Likes when your riding him and their bouncing. Wear Lacey bras, he loves them so much and he will keep them on the whole time so he can just admire it on you.

He doesn’t like the idea of doing anything in sexual in public. He has a reputation to uphold and he is not about to throw it out the window like that no matter how much he wants too. Its frustrating sometimes bc like you could be walking around the village together and he gets a good glimpse of your ass and now he’s thinking some nasty things. Then he’s got a really uncomfortable hard on to hide till you get home.

He gives you splinters by accident sometimes. Like idk how. Especially if youre sucking him off. His hands are gripping your shoulders and you feel a prick on your collarbone and you yelp. He’ll apologize profusely, but he can’t control it when he feels like this so it happens sometimes. You get used to it though. Won’t admit it but he doesnt even try to control it if his dicks down your throat bc.. when you yelp it feels reallyyy good.

I’ve always had a thing for Yamato.. so I kinda went off on this LOOL <3

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cottoncandy-jester · 4 years ago

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Heyo! In Little Cucciolo you wrote that readers ass was still red from previous spanks for biting abba sand i was wondering if you could write something about that? Also that fic was amazing btw!!

My first request! Thank you so much also I was gonna gonna write something else for that story anyways cause master abba dealing with feral reader makes me weak!

This story contains: talk of blood, spanking, male reader, more public sex cause honestly abba has no chill,

I hope this was good enough to fill your request!

Even if with all the intense training you have your stray dog relapses, you are normally a good boy for leone always following his orders and doing exactly what you are told but today was just for some reason a bad day for you.

It started with you refusing to put the muzzle on in the morning, you would squirm and growl everytime leone tried to put the item on you to the point where he had to stop trying cause you were fighting him to the point where your nails digged into his hands

"I don't know what the hell is wrong with you Cucciolo, but you better fix your behavior before I punish you for it"

his harsh tone made you flinch but you simply snarled lowly under your breath as you turned your head away, leone hated when you acted out but it only made him excited to put you in your place. Your behavior started to get better as the day went on but it quickly regressed when leone caught you trying to chew your leash off, you managed to bite through some of the leather now tugging to break it off.

You didn't even realize leone caught you until he yanked you up from under the table and now sitting in his lap as he squeezed your face trying to get you to drop the leash currently in your mouth.

"the hell do you think are you doing? You know the rules bambino so why are you being such a brat today?! Drop it."

His question was met with snarls and growls from you turned your head away when he moved his other hand to pry your jaw open, this was met with you struggling In his lap from close mouth squeals of annoyance to pushing his face away from you, which surprised him greatly but it didn't stop him from forcing your mouth open

Once open he reached into your mouth for the leash only to feel you clamp down as far as you possibly could, the feeling of warm blood filled your mouth as you got so worked up you completely forgot who it was you were biting.

Everyone at the table was quite shocked at the action and bruno even stood up to try and help but leone simply gave a pained grunt.

"feel better now? Got it all out your damn system? I don't know what has gotten into you but you went too far this time [y/n]"

His cold tone snapped you out of whatever feral state you were in only to look at leone in the eyes and see a burning rage in them. As you released your hold on his hand you could only think about the punishment facing you, out of submission you tried to nuzzle against him lovingly to show that you were sorry but you were only met with a rough grip onto your arm.

Shit.

Before you could try and escape your fate you were forced across leone's lap and your pants and underwear now around your ankles, you tensed up slightly as people started to stare.

"oi! Abbacchio! Is now really the time t-"

"they fucking bit me mista, they NEVER bite me! It's only fair if I spank whatever shitty attitude they have right out of them right here right now who gives a damn as to whose watching"

You started to panic and reached out to the nearest person who happened to be bruno but he simply locked eyes with you before a small smile formed on his lips. it was very clear he definitely wanted to watch this and he even helped by using sticky fingers to zip your mouth shut. Your muffled whines only made the capo chuckle before he pressed a finger to his lips signaling for you to quiet down.

"make it quick abbacchio, we shouldn't stay here too long."

"yeah yeah I got it, 40 should be enough"

Hearing the large number was enough to make you squirm and struggle only to be held firmly in place. A hand swiftly spanked your ass roughly which made a muffled cry come from you, the feeling of pain and pleasure mixing into one just from that one hit.

"I only spanked you once and you're already hard? What a slutty little masochist, still doesn't excuse the fact that you bit me"

When another slap hit your ass you couldn't help but buck your hips against leone's leg practically grinding against him.

Each slap was harder than the next and by 30 you were shaking and whining with your cock throbbing, bruno decided to unzip your lips after that they could hear your moans for the last ten spanks. you were definitely drooling and panting, your ass so red small drops of blood was forming.

"only ten more, Cucciolo be a good boy and take it"

You tightly closed your eyes as another hit made you gasp before you buried your face into leone's thigh drooling all over him as muffled sobs could be heard during the last part of your punishment. It was during that last and final slap that you bucked your hips and cummed all over the ground and leone's lap.

Your eyes rolling back and your tongue out as you got your climax and you let out heavy panting, you realized your mistake of cumming during a punishment and you gulped before looking at leone who looked like he wanted to throttle you. He simply pulled your pants back up before shoving you off his lap.

"you better lick up every single last drop that landed on me, unless you want more spankings"

His warning made you flinch as you quickly moved from off his lap to on your knees your tongue now trailing along the fabric licking up the sticky drops of cum and even sucking the stains that were left.

Leone watched you before reaching out and running his hands through your hair as he noticed you definitely seemed a lot more docile.

"see, isn't it better when you behave Cucciolo?"

His soft tone made you look at him before a happy hum escaped you before you finished up and hopped into his lap with a bright smile

"kiss! Kisssss~ gimme gimme kissy~"

Your slurred happy tone was enough for leone to simply lean forward and press a soft quick kiss to your lips. You both knew he couldn't really stay mad at you for too long.

#jjba imagines #jjba smut #leone abbachio x reader #leone abbacchio #bruno totally punishes Cucciolo aswell #but that's for another time

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feelsundefeated · 4 years ago

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hi my name is poe ( they/them. 23. est ) ! and i’m very excited to be here <3 i can’t wait to write with all of you :3 this is my goblin eli and while i woke up late and don’t have a background written up or anything you can find an info dump ( plus some wanted connections ) under the cut which will hopefully give you some insight ! like this if you’d like to plot ! it’s easier to get a hold of me on d*scord : kangaroo court#6392 but ims are fine too ! :D

✼:♡*ﾟ✿ ↝ jeon jungkook . demi boy . he/they . ／ elijah “ eli ” kang is blasting are you bored yet? by wallows again … ugh , i swear they play that song every single day ! you’d think they’d learn how to pipe down . oh , you don’t know them ? they live in apartment 4b . i haven’t talked to them much , but i know that they’re twenty three years old , and that they’ve been living in the complex for three years . i always run into them when they’re coming back home from vinny’s vinyls , and they seem really gregarious and flighty . maybe you’ll have better luck with the aries than i do .

muse info :

he’s a typical american so getting used to canadian culture is still a thing for him. he can do a pretty good accent though ( in his opinion which means it actually sucks ).

he works at vinny’s vinyls and is obsessed with music. his favorite band is wallows but he has a soft spot for all those 2000s pop punk and emo bands. if he recommends fall out boy to you at the register just go with it and act like you’ve never heard of them.

his walls are covered in various records he’s collected some albums he really loves and some he just likes the look of ( ugh posers amirite ? ).

he really loves dogs and most animals in general. if you go through his tiktok fyp it’s filled with farmers and people who take care of animals most people wouldn’t have as a pet.

he’s known pretty much all his life that he’s nonbinary like the idea of being masculine never appealed to him so he just kinda vibes with it. if you ask him he’ll say gender is a myth and he’s never understood it. he’s obsessed with being a he/they like as soon as he found out what a demi boy was he just knew it fit.

also he’s bisexual so he’s just in love and wanting to sleep with everyone KFJDSHJFSD

due to his aries nature he tends to get crushes easily then stupidly admits to them but gets over them in two weeks and ghosts them :/

he’s really bad at committing like really really bad. he’s never had a relationship last longer than three months and he tends to leave people bitter about it because he doesn’t break up with them he just disappears. if your muse hates aries then he might be why.

he loved the idea of living alone because at home he’s the youngest of five siblings and being stuck in a house ( shared bedrooms forever since as the youngest he got the short end of the stick ) with them made him crave alone time. but now he gets lonely a lot and regrets not having a roommate. so whoever he’s friends with he comes in and crashes on their couch a lot for no reason other than he wants to. so you might have to kick this bum out personally

that being said he loves his family a lot and facetimes with his parents and the siblings he can get a hold of at least once a week. they drive him nuts though but in like the best way possible.

he tends to stay up way too late and for some reason that’s when the act up urges hit so if you hear somebody else blaring at 3 am he’s fine i promise ( maybe ).

he never drinks water and suffers from constant headaches but refuses to drink it. his fridge is filled with various flavors of monster blue powerade and mountain dew. he hates the taste of coffee and alcohol ( he still drinks the latter though ).

he really likes video games so if he randomly invites your muse over to play mario kart on the switch it’s either to brag or he’s just trying to hit on you. he’s a shyguy main btw.

talk to him about video games and he’ll get lost in the convo for hours. he loves open world games the best i.e. skyrim breath of the wild red dead redemption 2. but he also likes rpgs and nintendo games.

he runs cold most of the time so he always has a hoody on.

he loves anime so talk to him about anime ( especially my hero academia ) and he has figurines of his favorite character bakugo.

he has a lot of badly done tattoos on his hand and arm just because he gets bored then goes and gets something done.

he wears five earrings in each ear and used to have them gauged but they grew back and he’s too lazy to get them done again. he also has his hair done in an undercut currently and he loves putting it up in ponytails or buns.

if you make him a playlist he’ll fall in love with you immediately.

he’s really good at binging tv shows. he rewatched hannibal in three days and gets done with most new netflix series in a day.

he’s allergic to peanut butter but sometimes he eats uncrustables to see if he’s gotten over thinking he can just build up an immunity to it.

wanted connections:

exes ( any gender. i’m really wanting multiple plots of like people that eli’s strung along and left in the dust. )

hookups / fwbs ( any gender. singular experiences or regular type things )

i haven’t decided where he’s from so hmu for childhood plots. i’m a sucker for childhood besties, first kisses and crushes.

be his infatuation of the week ( this can be multiple plots but i want eli confessing his feelings then getting over them and ghosting leaving your muse confused. i want the awkward run ins and confrontations ! )

you come into vinny’s vinyls and ask him for recs but he just goes on about how good mcr is.

you nag him to please drink some water because he’s clearly dying of dehydration.

come play mario kart with him. he’ll say he’s gonna win but more than likely he’ll lose.

you check up on him because he’s listening to fleetwood mac’s rumours at 4 in the morning and you’re wondering if he’s ok and also you just wanna sleep.

tinder date ( it can go well or not )

he’s eaten peanut butter again and you’re the one who has to drag his stupid ass to the hospital.

you’re the friend whose couch he crashes on constantly. maybe one night you’re trying to bring someone home and he won’t leave and you’re trying to nicely make him get the hint but he refuses so you have to be mean about it.

literally anything you can think of i’m probably down for it !

#opalintro #・。 ◞ ( 🛹 ) 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 ☇ ooc .

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violexides · 4 years ago

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"Get your ass over here before I drag you here myself" with Kaemiurumi please? (Kaede x Miu x Kirumi, btw) Thanks! ^_^

For as long as Kaede’s known Kirumi, she’s been a workaholic.

Which makes sense! She’s the Ultimate Maid, so it tracks that she’s a little bit of a busy bee, but sometimes, she gets really immersed in her work, and Kaede hardly sees her. Which kind of sucks, because Kaede is dating her (as well as her other girlfriend, Miu), but it’s just a sort of thing they compromise on. Kirumi views cleaning and working as cathartic, but she also makes sure to spend time with her girlfriends.

So, it works out nicely, Kaede thinks!

The thing is, sometimes Kirumi finds her work calming, but other times, it serves to be more of a distraction. Kaede’s kind of good at picking up on that shift-- rare, but important. Kirumi has a certain kind of concentration face, for example, but when she’s upset and throws herself at her work to keep busy, it shifts from dedicated (eyebrows furrowed and eyes glimmering) to stressed (lips pressed together and hands quivering, ever so slightly). She never avoids Miu or Kaede, except when she’s upset, and she always does the most repetitive of tasks when it’s just to stay busy.

There are signs, definitely. But Kirumi herself never really addresses when she’s upset, because she hardly ever confides in people and shows no interest in wanting to. Which is totally valid! Kaede gets that, in a way, though she has gotten a bit better at being more open, and she knows that Miu has experienced a bit of it, too. They all help each other out, in whatever form it takes,

but when Kirumi won’t let them help out at all, that’s when Kaede gets a bit concerned.

She’s sitting on the piano, one day, when Kirumi enters the room, cleaning the windows with a peculiar kind of vigor. Kaede calls out a sweet, “Hi! Whatcha up to?” which, given, is a bit of a dumb question, but either way, she doesn’t get a reply.

She frowns, just a bit. That doesn’t usually happen.

But, she doesn’t want to press super hard, because maybe Kirumi is just preoccupied. So, she returns to scribbling in sheet music (which, she can sight read pretty well, but she may as well make it a bit easier for herself by putting in some measure numbers and sharps) and tries not to think about it.

It doesn’t take super long for Miu to walk in, Kirumi still cleaning and Kaede still scribbling. She welcomes them with a loud and proud, “What’s up, bitches?” which makes Kaede sit up and give her a slightly scorning look while Kirumi… still doesn’t reply.

Miu nudges Kaede over and sits on the piano bench beside her, allowing the pianist to crawl into her lap. The inventor persists, “Kirumi, you good, or like…?”

No response, but Kaede can see her grip on the sponge tightening.

One last time, Miu pushes with a loud sigh. “Get your ass over here before I drag you here myself.”

“Miu,” Kaede warns, but to her surprise (and Miu’s, judging by the expression on her face), Kirumi slowly drops the sponge onto the floor-- hardwood, they can clean it later-- and turns around to look at them. Her face is dark and her hands are still shaking, and it’s Kaede who beckons her over this time with a passive, “Hey, are you okay?”

“... I am quite well,” Kirumi lies, and typically she is a good liar, but it’s clearly transparent, now, that it’s false.

Miu seems to bite back a comment, calling her out on her lie, and instead suggests, “Uh, want to ditch cleaning for a sec and cuddle us? Like, I get it, that cleaning is cathartic, but I feel like you aren’t super soothed right now, so. Maybe we can chat about it, or whatever.” It’s not very gentle and not fully comforting, but it’s not forced, either.

Kirumi shakes her head, slightly, but she’s already beginning to approach them. “I should be working.”

“Do you want to work right now, Kirumi?” Kaede asks.

“... No,” Kirumi admits, and it’s startlingly honest. “But I should. I typically do.”

“But you don’t right now,” the pianist emphasizes, standing up from the bench. Miu follows her movements. “Which is okay. Don’t push yourself.”

“...Very well,” and Kirumi allows herself to get pulled into an embrace.

Kaede squeezes her waist, burying her face in her shoulder and smelling the soft scent of fresh laundry. “C’mon, let’s sit down, okay?” she says, leading the other towards the living room couch, letting her sit down before cuddling against her side.

Kirumi doesn’t talk about it, even when they’re curled together, and neither of them press her to. They let her sort out her thoughts as they hold her, and she ends up relaxing in the embrace, seeming a bit re-energized.

Miu’s the one to propose, “We should take a nap, or something,” and Kirumi is the first one out, surprisingly, her head tucked into Kaede’s shoulder and her breaths quiet. Miu and Kaede follow soon after, holding her tight through sleep.

(In the morning, there’s a soft smile on Kirumi’s face as she cleans, and Kaede watches her from the piano again, happy to see her wonderful girlfriend content.)

#requests #kaemiurumi #kaede akamatsu #miu iruma #kirumi tojo #i really hope you like this #i don't write kirumi very much #and i hope this isn't out of character #ending off our requests with some lesbians #as it should be

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mythykl · 5 years ago

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**That’s right. It’s time for Kakashi x reader Bitches

“Kakashi? Kakashi??” You couldn't comprehend why Rin had locked you in a dark room with hIMmm, and you held his hand the whole time, cuz’ ya 13yo ass was scared af. Once you guys were let out, you saw Rin and Obito fist bumping each other.

That's when obito blurts- "Being the ones to know how much you like Y/n, you should've seen this coming!"

"Baka! Shut up Obito, y/n doesn’t kn-" rin whispered

lmao. You're ass went speechless. Kakashi's hold tightened and he dragged you outside the academy.

before dating, he was pretty much a jerk to you, but it was through rin that you both get to know each other more personally,,, and still,, he continued to act like a jerk

well. once he took you outside, he decided to confess. His voice seemed shaky and he didn’t- couldn’t really speak out exactly what he wants,,

“Kakashi, quit beating round’ the bush.. And the way you’ve held my hand it’s hurt-”

In the mid sentence- he just,, pulled you into a hug,, and whispered how much he likes you and asked you out!

you guys ended up having a beautiful time on your trip/date, at naka river, and,, tho no one really mentions, you both start dating *an unspoken understandin i guess?* on ya second date you guys prolly went for treking! *well i’m imagining that you aren’t a ninja*

You were by far the only one to see his face w/o mask

By now you had gotten used to obito’s clingy ass. though kakashi rants too much about him, you know, he loves him. Rin helps you a lot with dating advices,, somehow

Minato sensei teased you kiddos,, a lot. “At your age, all i used to do was keep staring at kushina,” he joked once.

He was a huge chatter and a curious ass fella surprisingly, you’re boyfriend talked to you about most of the things he learnt in mission, every goddamn theory he had in his mind, his likings and dislikings, his interest in Dōjutsu etc. You could feel how lonely he used to be, cuz he felt no one would listen

you’d join him during his training at times, well that time you got to know that throwing a kunai isn’t as easy at it looks, your wrist hurt af

once kakashi had called you princess after kissing you in front of your friends, this commenced to everyone calling you by that name. especially Gai and obito

After obioto and eventually, rin’s death *ofc* you guys drifted apart; drastically. You couldn’t understand or help him through his immense remorse and regret while he would just,, either had a huge tantrum or not say anything at all. He said things like- it’s better to stay alone, and have no one to lose- while breaking up, which hurt you a lot. within a few months, you guys didn't even cross paths in konoha streets since he became heavily loaded with anbu missions

Now that it has been like,,, a really long time; one day you see the konoha’s infamous Naruto with his team at the door, with a huge flower bouquet.

“Please accept this!” The girl with pink hair squeals.

“It cost us our whole savings but Ino-kun did give us a good amount of discount after hearing these are for kakashi-sensei’s date dattebayo!” naruto,, practically screames.

“Hold your horses; that’s not how you greet people.” the,, uchiha? Yes. he concludes blandly.

Your heart skips a beat on hearing your long-time-no-see lover’s name. Knowing him, you highly doubt that he sent them but still you ask.

“No ma’am, but we-once- managed to sneak into his Icha Icha Paradise, he’d written your name.. In it.. So we found you. You are sensei’s date aren’t you!?” the girl with pink hair, yes sakura, almost whispers to you.

ah.

“Yeah. That was a hell of a long time ago,” you smile.

You let them in and offer some tea. You guys talk a lot and they were astonished?- yes, more than astonished that you’ve seen him w/o mask. Ah ok

Wow they had already done huge ass planning beforehand to make you both meet *not that you know*. As you take them downstairs to bid adieu, you see kakashi,, literally,, standing, in front of you’re door. Both of you equally shocked.

Kakashi and you start talking to each other. You apologize for not sticking around since you didn’t know how to help him let go of his pain while he apologizes for bein a jerk-? Ok.

You guys plan to hangout-, which is the most difficult part! You had to work in the morning hours while he had to stick with team 7 for missions by afternoon

you guys ended up deciding on crashing at each other’s places at night, and also,, sometimess early in the morning *???* it gets tougher for him with time to juggle from place to place, thus, getting late for his missions

You guys end up moving in together *it’s official* and he sleeps closest to the window. yes.

He’s very protective of you and kinda the jealous type, he’s afraid of losing you and is very open about expressing it. He doesn’t give you nicknames but often call you stuff as ‘my other half’ and refers you w -chan *just being sarcastic*

You are like a mum to team 7 and they love you, you get them lunch at times. Sakura often asks you for advice to get sasuke,, but udk what to say since sasuke.. Is just sasuke *he reminds you of 13yo kakashi*. But uk that there’s a special bond between them

kakashi doesn’t hate PDA, but he doesn’t like it either; you guys for long walks in the evenings, occasionally hold hands. Is it obvious to others? Don't know. Butt once you caught kurenai and asuma kissing.. Twas’ hella kyut

He would also rest his chin on you head a lot, and likes to intertwine his fingers with yours when you guys are alone

Hugs aren’t his thing but if you hug him, he’ll slowly hug you back and then all at once melt into you, Anddd he’s warm af

twice you caught him, just in underwear, slurping ramen in the middle of the night and you were like,, wait wut-

He loves ya massages and loves to cut vegetables,, for some reason,,

Big cuddle person in bed

You love trying different hairstyles on him anddd he looks dead ass hot in most of em. Let’s just agree,, he has a better taste in style than you tf

You guys usually opt for trips to neighbouring villages, hot spring trips, camping etc

Tho mysterious and sarcastic, he opens up to you whenever needed. Unlike in childhood, now you’re the one who talks a lot. He agrees to feel acknowledged for being himself whenever he’s with you and like a prodigy, sharingan bearing, functioning human, as people call him. His brain lets go of all his insecurities and PTSD for a while when he sees you happy because of him

He often loses track of time during his frequent visits to the memorial stone where Obito's name is engraved; you understand that he needs some alone time for this ritual and this, don’t tag along

Well now, even you've started reading icha icha series cuz’ of ya moron boyfriend, and you are hooked to it *since I basically imagine it to be the fifty shades of grey in naruto universe lol* you guys freakin end up trying shit from the book

“Baby, let’s be sexy,, together” he said once as he leaned againt the kitchen counter in the most sexy way.

“Sure senpai, why the book’s tactics won’t work?” he just laughed hysterically at the comeback.. And,, umm.. You get what happens

He likes braiding your hair, especially before sleep, he finds it relaxing

Whenever his ass displays a bored and unenthusiastic expression, you say, “go bald kakashi.” right. What a mature insult

He’s very calm and observant and knows what you are feeling- or even what you are thinking. I mean how-?

He asks you to make miso soup, with eggplant, a lot!

Your parents aren’t really sure of your relationship. Since he wears wut? a maskkKkk. And once Kakashi, still being as apathetic as he was during his youth, spoke bluntly about sensitive topics with them during a discussion

gai gifted you both matching Yukata on ya bday. that’s indeed beautiful and thoughtful of him.

well Your boyfriend sucks at selecting gifts.. He gets you things that can’t be used or idk.. ButTttt this man is too good at remembering dates

People wonder if he’s stern and serious, judging by his past and repo, but you tell them that he isn’t! Well, he has decided to move on, and now you know how to support him. He knows that you appreciate him for that, and this he listens to you.

you just found an engagement ring on you night stand with letter beside it. congrats hun *instant panic*

...

i hope you enjoyed ;))

i need to,,, stop imagining so much, it's a lot to type. i wish i had a gadget or something through which my imagination would get typed, systematically, on my pc. Btw i won’t be uploading much in September since i gotta study so. so don’t assume that i’m dead or don’t care anymore.

this one was requested by two peps, since my ass is new on tumblr i kinda fucked up and thus, my inbox got cleared or something. i’m still learning k

ya that’s it.. imma go and read my icha icha now ah huh

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logans-chestnuts · 6 years ago

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As You Are, Part 6

L: Hey, I need to talk to you.

Y: Sounds bad.

L: I have to go to Japan.

Y: How long?

L: I don’t know yet. My beloved father wasn’t too forthcoming with whatever the problem is.

Y: Miss you already. Wish I could kiss you goodbye, at least. :(

L: I wish I could take you along.

Y: When do you leave?

L: 2 hours

Y: Damn. At least he gave you plenty of notice.

L: I’m gonna call and text you all the time. This is not a bullshit trick to get away from you

Y: Ha how sad am I that it never occurred to me that you might be trying to kick me to the curb?

L: That actually makes me so happy, babe. You are be the first person to believe in me for a long time. It means a lot.

Y: You’re a good man. You also have a fantastic ass, btw.

L: Back atcha babe

Y: That ass gotta enter into any negotiations?

L: You still wondering if I’m gonna fuck someone else?

Y: You still gorgeous, funny, sexy and inappropriate as hell? What woman wouldn’t want to try to get into your pants?

L: Not you so far.

Y: And a lot of men probably.

L: Yup

Y: That’s hot.

L: Ha! Nice to know.

Y: Reminds me of some inappropriate comedy I need to share with you. Come home soon, Logan. I don’t know how but you’re in my heart.

L: You too, Y/N. I’ll text you as soon as I can and we can video chat.

Y: I’m not showing you my boobs over the computer.

L: I mean you could consider it…;)

Y: Maybe when you get home I’ll be so happy to see you that I’ll flash you my boobs. ;)

A while later you heard the office door open and leaned back to check the receptionist chair as usual, found it to be occupied and went back to your computer. You were so not focusing well and were ridiculously sad that Logan was going to be gone for who knew how long.

Suddenly you felt your chair being pulled back and you were lifted from sitting to crushed against Logan’s chest, his mouth devouring yours. You wrapped your arms around him as tightly as possible and kissed him with all the passion and longing you felt for him.

When he pulled away you were both panting. “Gonna miss you,” he whispered.

“You, too,” you said, caressing his cheek. “I just found you, I’m not ready for you to leave me.”

“I’m not leaving you. I’m not. When I come back the first thing I’m doing is coming to you.”

You smiled shakily and hugged him again, smelling the various scents that made up Logan. “Have a safe trip, boo,” you said with a laugh.

“Boo? Nice,” he laughed with you. “Walk me to the car?”

“Is someone driving you?”

“Yeah.”

“Janine, I’m taking my lunch,” you said as you grabbed your purse. “How about I keep you company to the airport?”

“That’d be great,” he said softly, taking your hand and leading you to the car.

Logan opened the door to the limo and you slid in, taking note of the elegance of the vehicle. Logan told the driver to bring you back here after he dropped him and then closed the partition and started kissing you like a man going to his death rather than a business trip.

And you were right there with him. You were one step away from undressing him, you were so frantically kissing him. Logan pulled you into his lap and you moved to straddle him.

“Angel, if you were wearing a skirt I think I’d owe you an apology soon.”

You laughed and looked down at his trousers. “If I don’t get off of you I might owe you one.”

“Don’t worry, as soon as the seat belt light goes off I’m heading to the bathroom,” he said with a grin. “You’ll be joining the mile-high club in my imagination.”

You closed your eyes and shivered at the picture of Logan with his hand sliding…”I definitely want to see that sometime.”

“Why you dirty girl,” Logan said happily.

“I actually don’t know where you got the idea I wasn’t one,” you whispered in his ear and then bit his earlobe gently, causing Logan’s hips to snap up into yours, his erection rubbing against your core. You both moaned at the contact.

“I wanna join the mile-high club with you for real,” you moaned into his ear.

“You’re gonna make me cum in my pants like a 12 year old boy, Y/N,” Logan groaned.

You licked your lips unconsciously, causing Logan to grab the back of your head and kiss you hard, biting the lip you just licked.

After a moment you both became aware of the driver knocking on the partition. The car had come to a stop some time ago.

“I’m gonna make you miss your flight,” you said, guilt and sadness in your voice.

“Company jet. They won’t leave without me. I wish you were coming, babe.”

“Another couple minutes and I would have,” you said, wiggling your eyebrows and hopping off his lap.

“Goddamn, Y/N,” he said, leaning his head on the back of the seat. He actually looked pretty overwhelmed with lust. In all this whirlwind he had gotten a lot of teasing but no big finish. You knew how upset his father made him, you didn’t want to add to his frustration with blue ball syndrome. Plus, he was driving you crazy with lust. Why not give him a taste of what you want?

You put your hand on his knee and felt his muscles stiffen and heard the sharp intake of his breath. You slid your hand up his thigh and over the bulge in his pants to undo his belt and zipper.

His head popped up and his eyes were blazing. “God yes,” he moaned as you knelt between his knees and pulled his cock out of his pants, gasping at the size and the precum leaking.

“You don’t have to call me God, Logan. Darling, honey, baby, love of your life… any of those will do,” you said with a wink as you leaned in and gathered up the precum with your tongue, and then started licking and sucking his cock.

“So good, baby, so good,” he chanted as his hips started to gently thrust into your mouth as you took as much of his length into your mouth as you could. “Not gonna take much and I’m gonna come so hard.”

You hollowed your cheeks and rubbed your tongue on the sensitive underside while you sucked, then gently caressed his sack through his pants and he lost it. Moaning your name loudly, he started shooting so much cum into your mouth you could barely swallow fast enough, a tiny bit leaking out of the corner of your mouth.

“Darlin, that is the prettiest thing I have ever seen. Thank you so much,” he said, pulling you up and kissing you.

“Don’t mind the taste?” you said.

“No, but I’d rather have a mouth full of your pussy right now,” he said with a relaxed smile.

“No time for love, Dr. Jones,” you said with a wink.

“I’m Indiana Jones now? Cool, we can try role-playing when I get home.”

“You gonna put your dick away, lover boy?” you asked with a laugh.

“Thought you might wanna kiss it goodbye, too.”

“So you were just being considerate?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Just thinking of you.”

You looked him in the eye and leaned over and kissed the head of his still semi-hard and sensitive cock, causing him to shudder and gasp a breath, then tucked it back in his underwear, zipped his trousers and buckled his belt.

“I want to fuck you so much,” he growled.

“Then wrap up your business as fast as you can. I’ll be waiting.”

“Really?” he asked happily.

“You look like a kid on Christmas morning,” you laughed.

There was another knock on the partition and Logan looked at his watch. “Shit, I really gotta go.”

“I know,” you said, smile running away from your face.

“As soon as I get home I will come to you.”

“Ok,” you said, getting ready to exit the car and surreptitiously wiping the tear that had come out of nowhere.

“Y/N? Are you crying?” he asked with quiet amazement.

“No. I have something in my eye.”

Logan pulled you close and kissed you like a promise. “Nobody has ever cried because they’d miss me. You are…amazing.”

“Hurry home,” you whispered as the driver handed Logan his bag.

With one last kiss and tight hug, Logan walked away, pulling his suitcase behind him. As he turned around he saw you hugging your arms to yourself with your lower lip pouting a little and felt something just grind in his chest. He blew you a last kiss as he disappeared from sight.

You actually sobbed a little. Who were you? You got back in the car and started blushing furiously as the car pulled away to return you to your office. You had just given Logan head. In a chauffeured limousine. When it was parked. Logan must think you were horrible!

Your phone buzzed in your purse.

L: Stop it

Y: Stop what?

L: Worrying about what I think of you. I think you’re amazing and beautiful and I want you even more than before.

Y: How did you even know that?

L: No idea. Scary shit, huh?

Y: Everything about us is.

L: I fucking love it.

Y: Yeah. Me too. I’m gonna miss you.

L: Are you kidding? I’m still going to jerk off thinking about that mouth of yours as soon as the seat belt light goes off. ;)

Y: So I guess you approved ;)

L: Did the mouth full of cum not give you a hint?

Y: A girl likes compliments, babe. :P

L: It was heaven. If I died right now I would know that I have experienced the best that Earth has to offer and could go happily.

Y: Don’t make fun, Logan.

L: I’m totally serious, babe. The only thing better would be hearing you scream my name while you come in my mouth or on my cock.

Y: *Really* wish I was on that plane with you right now.

L: Me too.

Y: Hurry home.

L: Believe it.

The driver dropped you back at your office. You thanked him without quite meeting his eyes. Probably not the first time it had happened with Logan in the back of the vehicle, but it was the first time it had happened to you and you were embarrassed.

You had also repaired your makeup, combed your hair and chewed gum on the way back. You hoped your aura of guilt didn’t give you away.

What you had done was pretty out of character for you. Maybe this trip was a good thing. A few days apart might serve to cool things down enough to focus and see if it was real. So many relationships that start out burning so hot consume themselves.

But Jesus, at this point you didn’t even know if you qualified as a relationship.

You went back to your desk and got to work, distracting yourself from second guessing your feelings for Logan. As you went to charge your phone, you saw a few missed messages from Logan.

L: Y/N?

L: Babe?

Y: Are you already done or are you gonna ask for a pic of my boobs?

L: Yeah actually I already did, but this is serious. In all the excitement I forgot to tell you something.

Y: OK…

L: Promise me you won’t flip out, OK?

Y: Tell me already, I’m flipping out from suspense.

L: So when I saw my father earlier, he said he was going to investigate you if I thought you’d be around longer than a fling. And I said yes.

Y: Oh Jesusfuck babe you scared me. He can dig all he wants. All he’ll find are liberal politics and student loans.

There was a pause.

L: Really?

Y: Sweetie, what did you expect me to say? :*

L: I dunno.

Y: Wait, you told your father who you don’t like about me? And we’re more than a fling?

L: There it is

Y: Shut up :P

L: Must be so crazy about you coz of how sweet you are to me. :P

Y: You’d eat a sweet girl alive. You need a sour girl like me.

L: You are sweet. And I want to eat you alive. ;)

Y: Pervert

L: Yup

Y: BTW when you say things like that it drives me crazy.

L: Yeah? Crazy like an axe murderer or crazy horny?

Y: Show you when you get home. ;)

L: I am aroused and terrified. I like it.

Y: I gotta get back to work. Talk to you later. :*

L: Bye babe :*

#Logan Delos #Logan Delos x Reader #Ben Barnes #logan westworld #Logan Westworld x reader #Westworld #As You Are

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toutallyahoe · 6 years ago

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Celebrating Valentine's Day pt 3

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Fuck my life

Why does Tumblr have a limitation?

This is bullshit damn it

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• has knowledge of the holiday and was a but excited to celebrate it

• especially with [Name]

• he had done his research on what Valentine's Day is and all the activities of this particular holiday

• he took note on the making of sweet treats and give them to their loved ones

• attempted to make a chocolate cake, which he found a recipe in the internet, early in the morning

• it didn't end that well

• despite being a highly advance android

• he sucked at cooking

• like, seriously sucked at it

• may or may not have set the fire alarm

• causing to woken up [Name] from all the noises he was making

• poor tired [Hair color] haired male went into the kitchen to see Connor holding a badly burnt cake

• "C... Connor, what are you doing?"

• " It was your Valentine's Day surprise..."

• poor robo-boi didn't know what to do

• [Name] looked at Connor than at the cake again, then back at Connor

• softly sighing as he then amusedly smiled

• "How about let's make something together, okay?"

• after cleaning the kitchen from Connor's mess, the two started working

• followed the instructions rather carefully and precisely, the two worked

• in the middle of making the batter though, the android got flour all over him making [Name] laugh and say how adorable he was

• Connor responded with his own laugh with a faint blush on his cheeks

• there was also the time where they had a mini food fight when Connor had accidentally gotten [Name] some chocolate icing

• jokingly, the [Hair color] haired male threw some more flour on the android

• then it went downhill there

• a mini food fight

• which made them making the cake a bit more slower but they didn't mind

• Connor and [Name] had fun and that's all that matters fir the two

• in the end, Connor and [Name] managed to make a decent choclate cake

• a lot of sprinkles was on the cake courtesy of the android who enjoyed the different colors

• as they cooled the cake down to be eaten for later, they ckeaned the kitchen up again and then took a bath

• may have taken a bath together

• Connor got his vampire kisses and the marks on his neck prove it

• after the bath, the two change into some comfortable clothes and watched some movies while cuddling on the couch

• overall, the two had fun relaxing and had eaten there cake after an hour of cooling it down

• "All the sweets in the world, I'd always chose you, love."

• [Name] had said as he softly smiled at the android who looked at him with fondness in his brown eyes

• Connor couldn't help but just give the [Hair color] haired male a kiss on the lips as he wrapped his arms around [Name]'s neck

• wanting to show his love when no words can

• [Name] only responded with his hands placing on the brunet android's hips and pulling him closer, their cakes just placed on the table as they kissed

• after awhile, the two seperated and they just kept quiet and looked at each other's eyes lovingly

• "I love you so much, Connor..."

• "I love you so much too, [Name]..."

• Connor's first Valentine's Day was honestly the best he could ever wish for

• cooking with his lover, cuddling and kissing, and just feel each other's love through actions

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• of course this cryptic fucker knows Valentine's Day

• it's one of the days where he can spoil his [Name] without the [Hair color] haired male saying on him going all out

• it's also one of those days where he knows he'll get something more than just hugs and kisses from [Name]

• and he couldn't get excited at what he and his [Name] would do in the next few hours

• he's Elijah mother fucking Kamski

• what the fuck did you expect?

• innocent and lovey dovey shit? Hell no

• maybe after him getting himself fucked

• but there won't be any innocent shit

• day started out with sleepy cuddles in bed and some occasional grinding but other than that, there wasn't anything

• the two would then proceed out of bed and onto the kitchen where the [Hair color] haired male cooks their breakfast while Elijah watched him with fondness in his eyes

• rA9, he loves the [Hair color] haired male so fucking much

• as his [Name] cooks, he was the first to break out on the pick up lines

• "Darling, if I were an enzyme, I'd be DNA HELICASE so I could unzip your genes."

• [Name] couldn't help but chuckle as he served the food to Elijah, he then sent a wink at the male

• "Maybe later, love."

• The brunet male would grin as he started to eat while [Name] sits beside him and eats aswell

• "You better."

• after eating their breakfast and [Name] cleaning the things used, the two went towards the living room where they sat on the couch and watched some t.v.

• Elijah sneaked a glance at his lover as he was already bored of the show and wanted his affections

• the brunet male decided to sit on [Name]'s lap where the [Hair color] haired male wrapped his hands on Elijah's hips

• he then leaned backwards to have his back hit [Name]'s chest and enjoyed the warmth and feeling of being protected by his lover

• the continued on like that until one of them was, again, bored

• the cryptic man, Elijah fucking Kamski of fucking course

• after awhile, Elijah turned his body to straddle the [Hair color] haired make and pulled [Name] closer to kiss him on the lips

• opening his lips as [Name] inserted his tongue and initiating a french kiss

• making out for awhile as Elijah longed for more contact, [Name] chuckled at how his lover looked at him almost teasingly when they parted for air

• the brunet was softly panting from the make out session not so long again, hair in a messy bun, and drool sliding on the side of the male's lips as a faint red hue on his cheeks

• "You must be the square root of -1 because you can't be real."

• Elijah rolled his eyes at his lover's pick up line and just pulled the male closer to him

• "Oh? Want me to prove how real I am, darling?"

• ended up giving this cryptic fucker what he was waiting since the day started

• good ol' loving on the couch

• r.i.p. Elijah's ass btw

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trumpetnista · 6 years ago

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CMW2/Trumpetnista: Not You, Too

Summary from FFN: CANON COMPLIANT AU WITH HEAVY SPOILERS FOR THE END OF SEASON 4 AND THE FIRST EPS OF 5. POSSIBLY A FUTURE FIC; Gotham breaks all the rules all the time, especially now. Thankfully, the one about cats having 9 lives? That still holds. Bruce thinks Selina is dead. Everyone does until she walks into the GCPD the next morning.;Rated for language and imagery;1st in my 2019 SSS Project

Words from the Hooded GOTHAMITE: As I said last time, what keeps me watching GOTHAM (other than the awesome writing, dope ass cast, and the lovely fandom...) are Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle. They hooked me like a fish and I fell in love with the rest of the show in the process. Season 5 has been excellent as always yet bittersweet. It’s supposed to be the last one (I hope not. I hope the show gets picked up or we get a movie or something! It can’t be over yet! Come on!) and I have a feeling that B and Grumpy Cat aren’t gonna be together in the endgame. Not outright, anyways. I don’t think they’ll be enemies but together? As in Helena Wayne showing up levels of together? Nah.

That’s what fanfic is for. There is a follow up to Positive planned, BTW.

Anyway, this one is another canon complaint AU set in the current season. All you really need to know is that The Eviler Evil Valeska Twin shot our girl, she was paralyzed and now she’s not thanks to Ivy Pepper Version 3’s reluctant help, and Gotham is now divided up into Zones, most of them insane and wild and chock full of yikes. Oh, and Bruce loves Selina but that’s always been pretty fucking obvious. LOL! Enjoy the latest.

Disclaimer: “Honestly, it’s not mine!”

"What's up, 5-0? Beautiful day, isn't it? The sky is smoggy blue and the birds are singing..."

He was hallucinating.

He had to be.

There was no way that what he was hearing was possible.

No matter how much he ached to, there was no way that he was hearing Selina Kyle's voice.

She was dead. Truly dead. She had gone on one of what she called her "shopping trips" for The Haven and Jeremiah Valeska had finished what he had started that horrible night in the Study. He and his demented girlfriend had trapped her in a warehouse, knocked her out, and blown her up. Not only had they done it, Jeremiah had turned himself in, battered but proud. He claimed that it had been for the best. Selina was nothing but street trash. She was his downfall and utterly unacceptable as a companion for him. Gotham needed its Dark Knight to be with someone who truly understood what reality was. Someone like...

Bruce Wayne hadn't let him finish. Before anyone could stop him, he had picked up a chair and gone after him, much to the shrieking horror of Ecco. It had taken several officers and someone, likely Alfred Pennyworth, sedating him to make him stop. He had woken up in Jim Gordon's office and had stayed on the couch. He didn't want to see anyone. Nobody knew what to say to him. Everyone knew how much Selina meant to him. That was why she had been targeted twice.

Bruce had managed to help her. He had gone straight into the belly of Ivy Pepper's foliage covered beast to get the root to fix her severed spine. Selina had gotten back on her feet immediately and hit the ground running. Shocking everyone, she had opted to wait to get her revenge against Valeska. She was going to play the long game. Valeska wasn't going anywhere. He was just as trapped as everyone else, thanks to the bridges being gone and the Travel Ban.

When asked why, she had sadly explained that Tabitha Galavan, her Mentor turned Sister, had been impatient for revenge and it had taken her life. She had allowed anger and hurt to cloud her judgement. She had dropped her guard and Oswald Cobblepot had promptly murdered her. Bruce had seen it happen. It had been expected. After all, both Galavan siblings had done great harm to the man but hearing Barbara Kean's devastated rage? Knowing that Selina would have to mourn her? It had hurt deeply. It was all a goddamned waste.

Instead of seeking out Valeska or his followers, Selina had opted to use her skills as a thief to help The Haven and its refugees. She would pick a small gang's turf within a Zone, typically Penguin's, and go in for 12-36 hours. She would bring back people, ammunition, medicine, and meaningful things like blankets or feminine hygiene products. She had quickly gained a reputation for being utterly ruthless to any who tried to stop her, which had concerned him greatly. Ivy had warned him that the root would not only fix her spine but amplify the darker aspects of her personality. Bruce had tried to reel her in, leading to several arguments, and eventually, they had reached a stalemate.

She would do what she liked. He would stay out her way or at least keep his judgement to himself while he helped her. Gotham was a madhouse. It always had been but now? It was a free for all. It was survival of the fittest and she would be damned if she let someone who crossed her walk away. She had made that mistake in the past and it had cost her dearly. She had been screwed over one too many times. It would not be happening again. If there was a Hell, she was already going to it so what did it matter, anyways? Self defense wasn't murder, neither was saving people's asses.

Plus, she didn't know about him but she was in no mood to deal with the same group of psychos 10 years from now. She wanted to deal with new psychos.

But, now she wouldn't because she was dead and gone. She was as dead and gone as his parents.

His Selina was gone and Bruce would never see her again, not in this life.

But, the hallucination...she wasn't...she couldn't be...

Could she? Please?

Her mane of golden chestnut curls wasn't singed and pulled up into a messy bun. She wasn't standing in the 12th precinct's main entryway. She wasn't wheezing softly from a partially blocked nose. Her tactical suit wasn't unzipped to reveal a stained gray sports bra and bruised torso. She wasn't looking at the stunned occupants of the room with her usual dismissive amusement, even with a black eye. She wasn't limping and her whip wasn't wrapped around her bruised shoulder like a coil of wire as she drank straight from a bottle of what appeared to be Everclear.

She couldn't be...could she? Was it possible? She couldn't...why was the room spinning? Why was his chest hurting? Bruce stood in the office, speechless and shaking, watching as the Selina hallucination sat on the receptionist desk. It was so real...

"What's the matter? You guys never seen a 7 lives having bitch before?"

"My God..."

"Jesus Christ, Gordon! Get the hell off of me! You, too, Alfred! Bad touch!"

The hallucination looked like her. It definitely sounded like her but it couldn't...she wasn't...but Jim was smiling at it. Alfred was too. Both were still hugging the hallucination and Harvey Bullock had taken its bottle of liquor away, taking a deep swig. She snatched it back from him and shot him a lethal look, making him grin.

"Buzz off, gumshoe. This is mine. I earned it. Plus, it's the closest thing we've got to morphine, which I kinda need right now. I need some morphine, a shower, a nap, maybe take a crap before all of that..."

"Kid, we all thought you were done for. Valeska and his crazy Terminator bitch said you were."

"I'm not a kid. Yeah, I definitely got shanghaied by those goddamned freaks and it sucked but their bomb didn't kill me like they wanted it to. It just made me fly away, which was totally fun until I landed face, ribs, and tits first into the side of a delivery truck. Don't do that, by the way. It hurts. I managed to get it started and it has some good stuff in there. Ammo, some cases of water, and those military TV dinner things and I think there might be meds. I'm not sure. Speaking of meds, I'm still looking for Lee. She was the best, bravest doctor in the city and if I can find her, you can get The Narrows under control real easy. Everybody loved her because she legit gave a shit so they're looking for her. There's a big T.P. and blankets reward for anyone who finds her. She might be across the river, I dunno. Maybe someone could swim over through the subways to go check and to ask for help in person since using the radio obviously doesn't goddamned work..."

"It's too dangerous. The damage from the bridges blocked or flooded the tunnels."

"Dammit. You can't rig something up, Foxy? You're like the better version of that tech dude from the James Bonds movies. The hell's his name again? X? Y?"

"Q."

"Right...whatever. Where's Bruce?"

"Selina..."

"Where. Is. Bruce? Alfred, where is he? Did he...where the hell is he?! What happened?!"

"Valeska showed up here gloating and he snapped. He took a chair to him and...he was in Cap's office but..."

"Get out of my way. Now."

"Selina, I know you're worried but..."

"Harper, I really like you but if you don't get the fuck out of my way, I swear to God, I'll..."

Bruce stepped out of the office and all eyes went to him. All he could see was Selina. He was still shaking and breathing was getting more difficult by the second but he couldn't look away. He didn't even want to blink because then, she would disappear and...

"Oh, no."

As soon as she touched him, reality hit him all at once.

She was real.

She was alive!

"Bruce. Bruce? Come on, baby, look at me...you need to breathe...look at me!"

His first instinct was to obey her and he did just that. His Selina wanted him to breathe. She wanted him to look at her and he was going to. He was going to do any and everything she asked.

Baby? That was new. Selina usually called him B or by his full name. Either that or she called him a douchebag or something else along those lines but fondly. Never a pet name. She had always cringed at pet names and other conventional romantic relationship things like them. But, she was alive. She was alive. She was battered and bruised and didn't smell very good but she was alive. Selina was alive! She wasn't gone. Jeremiah hadn't taken her away from him. Gotham hadn't stolen her away from him. He hadn't lost her. She was alive. She was right in front of him. He wasn't dreaming. He wasn't hallucinating.

"Selina?"

"Hey, Bruce."

"You're alive."

"Barely."

"...y-you're alive?"

"Yeah, I'm alive. I'm right in of- ow!"

Bruce knew that he would have to do some serious groveling later but he didn't care. He hauled Selina flush against him and squeezed as hard as he could, uncaring of her injuries. The noises escaping him could be called crying or maybe screaming, he wasn't sure. As if let loose from a puppeteer's strings, he slumped against the wall and surprising him, Selina wasn't fighting him.

She was holding onto him just as tightly. She was crying like she had after her failed suicide attempt and he loosened his grip enough for her to look up at him. She had to look up at him, now. She had to stand on her tiptoes to give him a proper kiss when they were standing. He remembered when she was taller than him. He remembered when they first met. Every memory he had with her, good and bad, was running through his mind at warp speed.

Cupping his face, she kissed him deeply and he responded immediately, mindful of her cut lip. His second hug was much gentler and he smiled at a beaming Alfred, a crying and grinning Jim. They loved her just as much as he did. They were her family, along with Barbara Kean, and...

"As soon as the Travel Ban lifts, I'm going on vacation and I'm taking you with me. I don't give a shit about your Mission or whatever the hell you call it. We're going someplace warm where we can get falling down fucked up drunk legally and I can have my tits out."

Bruce tried to laugh but he kept sobbing, drinking her in greedily. She was alive. His best friend, his heart, his Selina was alive! She wanted to go someplace warm? Done. She wanted him with her? Done. Whatever she wanted, whatever she needed, he would do it. Even if (when) it compromised his moral compass, he would do it anyway because Selina Kyle was alive. She was alive and he wasn't going to question how. Okay, he would because that was how he was. He always wanted answers but the universe had granted him a most precious gift and...

"...not you, too?"

His voice was small and the smile, the look she gave him was the softest he had ever seen.

"Not me, too. Not today. Not ever. You're stuck with me, Bruce Wayne. Get used to it."

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livingthroughchoices-blog · 7 years ago

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The Marshmallow Chronicles (Ch. 13: Hunting for Love)

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Author’s notes: Hi! Sorry this took so long! As I told a lovely anon, I had been working on it for a while and it was deleted so I had to recover from the frustration.

Thanks to the people who like, reblog and/or comment. You guys are the reason I’ve kept going <3 Huge thanks to @starstruckzonkoperatorbat, @notoriouscs, @simplyaiden-blog, @snyggflicka, @asprankle, @speedyoperarascalparty, @mirivalencia, @mymandrake and @asobigokoro2018 for asking me to tag them!

Love you guys <3

Rating: T

Pairing: Drake x MC

Words: 5,943

Drake retired to his room early, not feeling up to enjoying the festivities.

God, this sucks. I have to get this under control. Am I just gonna feel like shit all the time now?

Out of a sense of self-preservation he reflected he should probably keep his distance from Riley for the foreseeable future. He was shocked to realize that the thought of not being around her was more painful than seeing her with Liam.

I guess I do want Adams to be a part of my life...

He flopped down unto his bed, trying to think of something that could distract him, when he felt his phone vibrate twice in his pocket.

He pulled it out and read, “Hey, Drake! Where did you run off to?”

And then a separate message, “It’s Addams 😊”

His stomach did a somersault, seeing her call herself the nickname he called her. He’d already known it was her; Liam had given him her number “just in case”, as he put it, but Drake could never bring himself to text her. It would have felt like an even greater betrayal of Liam’s friendship. He had, however, spent more time than he cared to admit with his fingers hovering over the keyboard, staring at her picture and holding himself back from typing.

“You know me, Addams, always sneaking off”

“Yeah, but you could’ve asked me to come with you ☹️“

Right, like she wasn’t having fun with Liam.

He was wondering whether there was a way to phrase that so it was less obvious how bitter he was and then she texted again.

“You’re welcome btw”

“For what?”

He noticed she was already typing the moment he sent it. He was glad she didn’t play games with texting, didn’t wait long to reply, didn’t mind double-texting.

“For not making you my court jester! You would’ve looked cute in that cap tho lol”

“Funny. So why didn’t you?”

“Well, you only made that bet to motivate me”

The three dots were still on the screen so he waited. She seemed to be thinking especially hard about this text, as she took inordinately long typing it. Drake’s palms were sweating.

“And... tbh, as soon as they said a cup-bearer is someone you trust I knew I had to say you”

Drake was thankful he couldn’t choke or stutter through texts. He threw his phone on the bed and put his head under his pillow, completely overwhelmed. He couldn’t stop smiling, yet he felt close to tears at the same time.

Pull it together, man.

He took a few breaths to steady himself and grabbed his phone. He caught a glimpse of his dopey smile reflected on his phone’s dark screen before he unlocked it.

“You’re making me blush, Addams”

“You’re going soft on me, Drake ;)”

“Hey, thanks. I trust you too”

“No prob, I’ll have plenty of chances to beat your ass lol”

He could practically see her smirk.

“Ha, we’ll see about that”

“Well, I'd better go to bed, my alarm clock is waaay too chipper in the mornings”

“Is being queen even worth Maxwell waking you up every day?”

“I’m starting to doubt it haha”

He knew she was kidding, but he still couldn’t help the stupid, senseless hope he felt at that.

She texted once more, “Thanks for everything, Drake, I mean it. See you tomorrow?”

“Any time :) see you tomorrow”

He set his alarm for the next morning feeling a little more optimistic. That was it, he just had to find the right balance with Riley. He could give her a break, for starters. Since his feelings would not be ignored, he could use them to be nicer and act like a real friend to her, for a change. Yes, instead of wallowing in his unrequited crush, he would try to grow and improve through this.

With this in mind, he turned the lights off and went to sleep.

The next day he got up unusually early, determined to be a better version of himself. He started by finding Liam, who was enjoying a rare quiet moment in the stables.

“Hey, Liam!”

“Drake! This is a pleasant surprise! What brings you here so early?”

“I don’t know, we haven’t hung out in a while and I thought...” he trailed off.

I really have to get better at this friendship thing.

Liam looked touched, so much so that Drake felt his embarrassment grow.

“I’d like nothing better! How are you? Any news of Savannah?”

“Nothing. Radio silence. And her trail’s gone cold so...” he sighed.

Liam put a supportive hand on his shoulder, “Listen, if there’s anything I can do, all you have to do is ask. I’ve asked Bastien to look into it, but he seems to have a lot on his plate lately.”

“Oh, so it’s not just me?”

“That he’s been short with?”

“Short? More like a dick! Do you know he yelled at me yesterday for no reason?”

Liam raised a skeptical eyebrow, “No reason?”

“Okay, so I teased him a little but Liam, I swear, it was nothing compared to the pranks we used to pull on him!”

Liam chuckled. “Remember when we locked him out of the training room?”

“Or when we put those balloons behind the door?” Drake snorted.

“He was so startled when they popped he pulled out his gun!”

“Yeah, in retrospect I can see how that was actually pretty dangerous and not super fun for him,” admitted Drake, though he was still chuckling.

“It was very irresponsible,” agreed Liam. “We should really show him some sort of appreciation soon, especially if he is under pressure.”

“Good idea, but you should leave that to me; you’ve got enough shit to do.”

“Do I? Other than choosing a queen for Cordonia and my lifelong partner, my schedule is wide open,” Liam joked.

They heard footsteps getting nearer and Drake peeked out to see King Constantine approaching the stables. That’s my cue.

“I’d better take Morello, then.” He strode to one of the stalls, where a jet black horse whinnied excitedly. “Hey, boy.” He led him gently outside, grabbing a saddle on his way back to Liam. “Well, if there’s any way I can help you, just say the word.” Drake clapped his back.

“I know, Drake, thank you.”

Drake waved goodbye and exited, his horse walking behind him. He briefly stopped to give the King a perfunctory bow. He ambled around the grounds, at peace for the first time in what seemed like ages. He’d missed Liam’s company. He was used to long periods of only seeing each other for quick conversations, but lately, his once-easy friendship had felt anything but. Now, with a clearer mind and knowing what he intended to do about his silly crush, it all seemed as simple as it used to be.

In a secluded spot, he saddled Morello. He caressed its muzzle and the horse nickered affectionately. “I missed you, too, buddy. It’s been busy around here, you know? Busier than usual. New people and everything.”

He scratched behind its ears, lost in thought. He looked back towards the stables and saw most of the group already mounted. “All right, seems like everyone’s on their horses. You ready?”

Morello neighed, which Drake took as a yes. He swung expertly onto his saddle and took the reins. “Now listen, if there’s ever been a time when we gotta look good, it’s this one, okay?”

The horse snorted and Drake patted its neck.

Nothing wrong with trying to impress the suitors. It’s not like I’m making a move or anything. I just want her to know I’m good at something.

He directed Morello at a slow gait toward the others. He’d decided to stay in the back, should anyone need any help.

Nobles don’t tend to be good at much.

He smiled a little, remembering when Tariq had gotten his foot tangled in the stirrup a few years ago and sighed contentedly.

Yeah, today might be a good day.

He saw Riley up ahead and had already raised his hand to urge Morello forward with the reins, then thought better of it.

You’ll go up to her if it’s natural. Stop forcing it.

He settled in the last spot. After a few minutes of riding at a ridiculously slow pace, his gaze started drifting more and more often towards Riley, until he was fully staring at her.

I’m such a creep.

Try as he might, though, he couldn’t help looking at her, the shapes her lips made when she talked or smiled, how beautifully her hair moved in the breeze...

I’m gonna make myself sick.

She was currently having what looked like a surprisingly civil conversation with Olivia.

Yuck. She’s such a better person than I am.

A few minutes later, Hana was the one to approach her.

Lovesick idiots that we are.

He shook his head fondly at Hana.

God, I hope you come out of this better than me, kid.

Hana moved back to talk to the rest of the suitors. At the same time, Drake noticed Lady Kiara trying to catch his eye and ignored her as politely as he could.

Out of desperation – fine, and also because I really, really want to talk to her – he called out to Riley, “Addams!”

She turned towards him, grinning. He returned her smile and waved her over. She immediately slowed down and let others pass her until she was at the back with Drake. He was pleasantly surprised at how well she commanded her horse.

Okay, here we go. Friends. We’re gonna be friends.

“There you are. You look like you actually know how to ride a horse.”

That’s something a friend would say, right?

One of Riley’s hands flew to her mouth in mock surprise. “Oh my gosh, opening with a compliment?”

“Careful, don’t want you falling off your horse now.” Drake smirked, though he still regarded her uneasily.

Friends worry about their friends!

“I’m surprised you’re out here with all the nobles today.” It was phrased like a statement, but there was a question behind it.

Well, obviously the truth is out of the question.

“Turns out, I had an opening in my schedule today.” He grinned. “And there’s something oddly satisfying about watching nobles fuss over their stuffy blazers.”

Riley giggled. “Is this why you’re not frowning... as much as usual, anyway.”

Drake didn’t know whether to shake her or kiss her.

It’s you! You’re the reason! Okay, how do I make that friend-appropriate?

“It has more to do with the company I keep.” That was probably the most sincere he’d been in the past year.

“A second compliment!” This time, Riley didn’t pretend to be shocked, she actually was. Her eyes shone as she looked at Drake, delighted.

“One more and you win the jackpot,” he winked.

If only I could actually give her anything.

“I hope it’s all your whiskey,” she teases.

It was Drake’s turn to act horrified. She pushed his shoulder and he smiled with a sigh.

“You know, when we first met, I wanted to dislike you so badly...” He was not sure why he was saying this.

I guess I want our friendship to start on a clean slate.

Riley’s eyes were wide. “You WANTED to dislike me? Why?”

Of course she finds it unbelievable that anyone could dislike her, cocky jerk.

He smiled to himself.

“You were crashing Liam’s bachelor party! It was supposed to be our last night out together before all of this... We’ve always been like brothers, doing everything together...” He thought of that morning, how spending a few minutes with him had felt like a privilege.

“Now I’m lucky to see him for five minutes without a noble girl throwing herself in front of him,” he finished bitterly.

After a moment of silence, he realized she might think he meant her and hurriedly apologized, “Sorry. I didn’t mean...”

She put her hand on his for a second, her eyes understanding, “I know what you meant.”

Drake could not comprehend how the smallest of her gestures could calm him, make him feel better, like he mattered.

I have to stop getting so pathetically emotional over every little thing she does.

He cleared his throat. “Anyway, I know we got off to a bad start, but somewhere along the way... things changed.”

Okay, stop it right there or you might go too far.

“Hell, Addams, I don’t even know why I’m telling you any of this.” He rubbed a hand on his face, embarrassed at this outpouring of honesty.

Riley spoke, “Drake, I wanted to dislike you too.”

He looked up from his hands, taken by surprise, although he had no reason to be. “You did?”

“Yeah, I mean, you were a total jerk to me!”

Understatement of the year.

“But now...”

Drake hated how his voice practically trembled with hope, “Now?”

“It took time... but I figured out that you’re actually human under all those scowls,” she poked him.

Of course. She barely even sees me as a friend, how could I have thought... Well, it doesn’t matter, being friends is already more than I deserve after the way I treated her.

He spotted Liam with his parents ahead.

There’s someone else I need to be better to.

“This has all been touching, but I need to rescue Liam from his family for a couple minutes.”

He heard Riley utter a small “Oh” as he rode ahead, and felt a twinge of guilt coupled with that insufferable emotion he’d been feeling constantly as of late, hope.

He reached them just in time to hear Queen Regina sing the praises of Madeleine, much to Liam’s apparent chagrin.

“Do you see what I am saying, Liam? Wouldn’t you agree that she is the superior choice?”

“She would certainly make an excellent monarch, son,” chimed in the King.

“She is a lady with many merits, yes,” replied Liam diplomatically.

“So is she the suitor you are most leaning towards, then?” prodded the Queen.

“I–I...”

“Liam!” Drake called, startling the three monarchs, who had been so absorbed in their conversation they had not noticed his arrival. “Wanna race ahead?”

“Loser does 30 push-ups!” Liam exclaimed, already urging his horse forward.

Liam was, of course, an accomplished rider. There really weren’t any rich people things you could afford to be bad at when you were a royal. However, Drake had spent more time in the stables than he had. And so, despite Liam’s exceptional instruction, he didn’t share the bond that Drake and Morello did.

All this to say, by the time Liam caught up with him, Drake had time to pretend to be looking at an imaginary watch on his wrist.

“Liam, Liam, Liam,” he said, with shakes of his head. “You’ve really got me to thank for your abs, you know that, right?”

Liam chuckled. “That’s my secret; I lose on purpose so I can stay in shape.”

Drake snorted. “You keep telling yourself that, buddy.”

“Drake, thanks for that.” Liam’s relief was palpable.

Drake sobered. “No problem. You looked like you’d rather be at the bottom of the canyon so...”

Liam gave a humorless laugh. “Not quite, but almost. I don’t think they understand that I’m conflicted enough as it is.”

Drake perked up at this, “Are you? I... thought it was a done deal. That you were choosing Riley, that is.”

Liam shushed him. “Not so loud!” He ran his fingers through his hair. “What can I say? In my heart, it is, but unfortunately that is not nearly enough.”

Drake’s heart sank.

Even if he doesn’t choose her, he’s in love with her. And he’s your best friend.

“Stop worrying so much, man, what’s that gonna do? Look, let’s just enjoy the feast today, huh? You still have a few events left to decide. Not to mention a Beaumont party to look forward to!”

“I’ll try. Although I must say, I am definitely looking forward to that! Their parties are really unparalleled.”

“That they are.”

He and Liam rode on in companionable silence until they reached the mountain village. It was charming and rustic, with its little cabins and huts surrounding a vast filed in which long tables had been set out, laden with food.

Once everyone had gathered round, King Constantine welcomed them, “Everyone, we’ve reached our hunting lodges. Our forebears would dine on the day’s hunt here, and though we no longer hunt, we will still have a great feast. But first, we race to celebrate our ancestors. The first to reach Prince Liam will be served first at the feast! Begin!”

Drake was torn between wishing he could participate – he was starving – and excitement at seeing the suitors race and possibly make a fool out of themselves. Except Hana, obviously. And Riley, he hoped... though that would provide an incredible opportunity to tease her.

No. Friends don’t want their friends to look dumb.

He needn’t have chided himself, for Riley did well. She didn’t win – predictably, it was Hana who did – but she did a good job for her first time, in Drake’s opinion.

An image popped up in his mind, uninvited, of himself teaching Riley how to ride properly. They were all smiles and laughter...

Stop it, brain.

He forced himself to concentrate on what King Constantine was saying, “That’s superb horsemanship in action. Servants, prepare the first plate for Lady Hana. Now, then. Let’s all take some time to rest. Dinner will begin shortly.”

The crowd broke into smaller, more relaxed groups. He dismounted Morello and tied him to the hitching rail where all the other horses were drinking water and chewing on oats or grazing. He saw Riley talking to Tariq, weirdly. Liam was engaged in conversation with Olivia – no, thanks – and then he spotted Maxwell and Hana.

“Congratulations, Hana! That was some riding,” he admired as he approached them.

“Yeah, you kicked ass!” Maxwell agreed enthusiastically.

She blushed, “Thank you. I am glad I could put something my parents made me learn to use. If only to eat first.”

“I think that’s the best prize you could get, I’m starving! Right, Maxwell?”

Maxwell was looking out at Riley, who was talking to Liam, with an uncharacteristically pensive expression on his face.

Drake waved a hand in front of his face. “Maxwell? Everything okay, man?”

“Wha–? Oh. Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine.”

“Sure.” Drake eyed him suspiciously and shared a puzzled look with Hana, who broke the tension.

“Why don’t we go see what they’re up to?”

The three of them walked over to Liam and Riley. Liam was, as Drake had come to expect, smiling widely, completely engrossed in whatever Riley was saying.

“Hey, the feast is being put out.” Drake pointed out when they’d joined the pair.

“And they’ve got dishes supposedly blessed by the spirits of the nearby ruins,” Maxwell informed them.

Hana’s face instantly lit up. “Oooh! I’ve heard legends about those ruins! They sound magical. People travel from all around just to see them.”

“It’s a shame we’re not scheduled to see them,” Liam frowned.

Thank God! Bunch of old rocks.

Hana’s face fell as fast as it had brightened before. “We aren’t? I was so hoping to...”

Maxwell put a comforting arm around her shoulders and suggested, “Why don’t we just go anyway? Sounds like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to miss out on delicious food, maybe.

“Are you sure we should?” Hana asked, cautiously eager.

No!

“It’d be nice to spend some time together without this crowd around,” Liam said. As always, he turned directly to Riley and asked, “What do you say, Riley?”

Riley had that familiar mischievous look she got when she was ready to break the rules. “Let’s have an adventure!”

Drake came close to protesting this decision, until he noticed that her face was practically glowing with excitement.

Fiiine, I’ll go. Crushes are so stupid.

He shook his head at himself but kept quiet, not wanting to spoil the others’ fun.

“Alright!” Maxwell fist-pumped.

“I’m excited to visit another piece of Cordonian history,” gushed Hana.

Liam took the lead and gestured for them to come. “Follow me. I know how to get there.”

They walked away from the crowded field and into the adjacent forest. At least this I can enjoy. Drake took in the lush trees, the leave-strewn path they were following and the mysteriously soothing sounds of nature surrounding them. He tried to see if he could spot any forest creatures, but aside from a few shuddering bushes, he didn’t see any; they had probably been spooked by the humans’ presence.

He breathed in deeply, feeling a bit better, despite the hunger. He realized he’d been walking next to Maxwell, who had been quiet the whole time.

What the hell?!

“Hey, Maxwell, you know I’m not buying that ‘everything’s fine’ bullshit, right?”

“What? Why? Everything is–”

“Stop it. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Maxwell sighed. “Okay. I need someone’s opinion on this, anyway. You know how I’m sponsoring Riley?”

“You can skip the intro, Maxwell, I am the same guy who’s been here for everything,” Drake rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, sorry.” Maxwell was cracking his knuckles nonstop at this point. Drake grabbed his arms and forced him to stop.

“What is it? It can’t be that bad.”

“It’s not bad, it’s complicated. Riley might not be sure about this whole thing anymore.”

Maxwell looked so conflicted that Drake put an arm around his shoulders and said, “Well, being queen is a big deal, dude! Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll come around!”

“It’s not that. Or at least, not just that. It’s... it’s Liam, too.”

Drake almost stopped walking and had to remind his feet to keep going.

Maxwell kept talking and Drake listened to him half-heartedly. “So I don’t know what to because on the one hand, she’s my friend now. I don’t want to force her to do anything she doesn’t want to! Especially something so big! And I know she feels pressured... I mean, who wouldn’t, with Bertrand? But on the other hand, House Beaumont desperately needs a win, now more than ever... er, for no particular reason.”

Drake was busy trying to calm his buzzing thoughts.

She’s not sure about Liam! Could it be that–?

No. There’s no way it’s because of you!

You can’t know that!

So what? Even if it is, you think she’s gonna give up a kingdom?

His internal argument was interrupted by Maxwell taking a huge breath and continuing, “And then there’s Liam; he really, really likes her and he probably thinks she likes him back and I know it’s not my place to tell him but I feel terrible.”

Right. Liam. You couldn’t do that to your best friend, either way.

There was no argument there.

“Drake? Are you going to say anything or...?”

“Oh, uh, yeah! I don’t think there’s that much to say except, Addams is going to choose whatever she chooses, okay? Even if Bertrand is pressuring her, she’ll do whatever she wants; she’s stubborn like that,” he smiled fondly. “And I guess you gotta trust that she knows.”

“Knows what?”

“Well, that she understands both the reason you brought her here in the first place and that you’re her friend. I’m sure she’ll do whatever she can to help House Beaumont and be happy. She’s one of those people that always finds a way, you know what I mean?”

“I do and I hope you’re right.”

“Psh, when am I not?”

Maxwell pushed him away. “When you said I wouldn’t dare ask the Queen to breakdance with me.”

Drake snorted, “You got me there. I underestimated how inappropriate you can be. And this is from a commoner.”

“I still think she secretly wanted to.”

“Right, maybe she just needed a few more glasses of champagne. Why don’t you try again at the next Beaumont party?”

“Don’t think I won’t.”

They spent the rest of the way laughing and coming up with stupid plans to get the Queen to breakdance.

“Here we are,” Liam announced from ahead of them.

The group moved forward out of the trees and into a clearing. Imposing, mossy stone ruins littered the place, most of them unrecognizable as buildings after so long.

“It’s so beautiful and serene,” Hana breathed out.

Without distractions, Drake’s hunger had returned with a vengeance. “Yep... sure are a bunch of old things here,” he shrugged.

Liam shook his head at him. “It’s so much more than that. There’s something so calm about this place. Can’t you sense it?”

They stood there for a few seconds, their own silence swallowed by the noises made by thousands of bugs and other small critters accustomed to their solitude.

As he’d come to expect, Maxwell broke their silence first, “The only thing I sense is about a million snakes and probably a couple of rock monsters getting ready to attack us.”

Hana’s eyes widened. “Rock monsters? Do you have any rock monsters in Cordonia?”

“It was a joke... just forget it.” Maxwell sighed in defeat.

“I want to find some ghosts,” said Riley, putting her arms up in a “spooky” stance.

“Ghosts?” Hana looked worried, again.

“Maybe one will tell me my future,” piped up Maxwell

That’s not how ghosts work.

“Or devour your soul,” Drake replied in a creepy voice.

Riley shot him a look, “Drake.”

He smiled at her and shrugged. “I’m just saying, that is the likelier outcome!”

“Since some of us,” said Riley pointedly, “seem determined not to take this seriously, why don’t we split up? That way we can all explore however we want.”

“Or not explore,” grumbled Drake.

Riley rolled her eyes at him.

They went their separate ways. Too hungry to be curious, Drake found a rock that looked like it might be halfway comfortable and slumped against it.

Hana’s already quiet footsteps were further muffled by the leaves and dirt, so he jumped when she addressed him, “Hi, Drake.”

“Hana! You scared the crap outta me!”

She giggled, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to.”

“Yeah, well, next time clear your throat or something.”

“Understood.”

She slumped – somehow making it look graceful – next to him.

“So how are you?”

“Same old. Acting like a dumb teenager with a crush, you?”

“Me too... although I never got to be a ‘dumb teenager’ so I wouldn’t know.”

“What are you gonna do about it? I just... I have no idea how to act or what to say or not to say.”

“I don’t think I’ll do anything about it at all. I am here as a suitor and that is something I must keep in mind. Not only that, but she’s my best friend... I don’t think I am prepared to risk our friendship.”

“Well, at least you have some sort of claim, you know? She’s your best friend. I’m... what? Her boyfriend’s best friend?” He scoffed.

They settled into a gloomy silence until Drake spoke again. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’d be risking your friendship. If she doesn’t... feel the same way, I’m sure she’ll understand.”

Hana thought about it for a long moment. “You may be right. I’m not certain I’ll have the courage, though.”

“Are you kidding? You came here from so far away and you’ve tried so many new things; of course you do! You have more guts that Liam, Maxwell and I combined. With Addams you might be evenly matched,” he chuckled.

Hana smiled. “Thank you, Drake. I only wish there was a way this could end favorably for everybody.”

Drake didn’t think that needed an answer. They all wished that. Hana patted his shoulder and left as quietly as she’d come.

Almost as soon her barely audible footsteps receded, Drake heard somebody else approach.

“Hey, Addams,” he greeted her.

She stood in front of him. “You look like you’re having a good time exploring,” she said with an arched eyebrow.

Drake grimaced. “Archaeology isn’t really my thing.”

Plus, I’m fucking hungry. Bordering on hangry.

“You could at least look around.” Riley gestured at the ruins. “It’s not like you come here often.”

“I looked around. There’s some old buildings. That’s about it.”

What happened to being friendlier, dammit?

“Hmm...” Riley considered what he’d said as if he’d actually made and interesting point instead of just sarcastic whining.

“Don’t you want to know where you come from? And what about insight into how people lived long ago?”

She sounded so fascinated it was almost enough to get Drake interested. Almost. “They could’ve ridden dragons for all I care. It doesn’t mean much now.”

There’s enough shit going on in the present, and shit to worry about in the future. Why look at the past?

He could see Riley was getting tired of his attitude.

Hell, so am I.

She put her hands on her hips. “So why did you come out here if you don’t really care for these sorts of things?”

Because you looked adorably excited about it?

As had become common for him, he went with a different version of the truth, “I don’t think we’re going to get many more times like this.”

Riley tilted her head, “Like what?”

“I mean... Liam is going to be king soon.” He swallowed painfully. “And you could very well be his queen. Everything’s going to change.” He bit the inside of his cheek and looked down. What was he going to do the day of the Coronation if he could barely handle the thought?

To his surprise, Riley’s next words were, “You know, you’re right.”

He looked up to see a fierce look on her face, “We don’t need to associate with the riff-raff. I mean, really, what could you even provide for us? A sense of grounding and humility?”

Drake shook his head but couldn’t help smiling a little. “I see what you’re trying to do here. It’s not going to work.”

“Or maybe someone to sneak us out of the palace? Why would we want that when we’re drinking champagne and shaking ambassadors’ hands?”

She sounds so sure. There’s no way Maxwell’s right, he probably misunderstood. She’s gonna be queen.

His stomach clenched and he had to make an effort to focus on their back and forth.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep on punching down.”

Riley’s voice softened and she stepped closer. “Or maybe we’ll need a reminder that no matter how tough someone may seem on the outside, there’s a big, lovable softie on the inside.”

“Hey!”

She put her hands on both his shoulders and gave him a goofy smile. “Come on, Drake. There’s a smile inside you somewhere.”

Drake gave up and smiled with a laugh. “You’re the worst, Addams.”

“Would you have me any other way?”

She’s gonna make me say something I’ll regret if she keeps asking those questions. Fuck no, I wouldn’t have you any other way. You’re amazing.

“Addams... We may have had some ups and downs between us, but I want you to know that I’ve enjoyed this little adventure with you. Not just the ruins, but the whole thing since I walked into your bar in New York.”

He looked her straight in the eyes and tried to say something nice in the least romantic way possible. “You’re... you’re not bad.”

Riley seemed more moved by that than he’d expected.

Maybe she understands I mean so much more than that.

“Awww, Drake, I care for you too.”

Goddamn. I care so fucking much and I can’t stop.

“Addams... I...”

Don’t say anything. Think of Liam.

He shook his head and sighed. He let himself meet her eyes; there was such an intense, yet soft look in them. He felt his gaze slowly make its involuntary way down to her lips. He couldn’t remember wanting anything as badly.

“You’re something else...” he choked out.

He heard her inhale sharply through her lips. She blushed, breaking their eye contact and putting her arms down.

I went too far.

“Now, we really need to get you out of here before you completely lose it.” The conversation was light-hearted again. “All this reflecting isn’t healthy for you.”

“You’re right. If I stay much longer, I might melt into a big ball of mush,” he shuddered. He had to stop putting himself in these situations; he’d come so close to saying or doing something he shouldn’t...

“Let’s go find the others.” He started walking towards the edge of the forest without looking back. Everyone else was already there.

“That was lovely,” said Liam.

“There weren’t any ghosts,” Maxwell complained.

“Why are you sad about that?” Hana seemed to grow more confused by Maxwell the more she knew him.

He shrugged, “I don’t know, I’m kind of curious what a ghost would have to say. Would’ve made a good story.”

“You can always lie. I’ll back you up,” offered Drake.

“There’s an idea!” he exclaimed.

Unexpectedly, Riley wrung her hands nervously, “Maxwell, please don’t tell me any ghost stories.”

“I won’t tell it to you. You’ll be a supporting character in the story.”

“Do I survive?” she asked with hope.

“No.”

“Aww...”

“Hah,” Drake mocked her.

Maxwell put an arm around Riley and reassured her, “Drake is the first to die, though.”

“Hey!”

Liam chuckled along with everyone but Drake, and then said, “Alright, everyone. It’s time to head out.”

Riley took one last look at the ruins, sounding resigned, “These ruins were bigger than I thought.”

“Could’ve used an open bar in my opinion,” muttered Drake.

Maxwell, who apparently was almost as hungry as Drake, urged them on, “The feast is waiting for us back at the village! Let’s go!”

“That’s the best idea you’ve ever had. Including sponsoring Addams,” said Drake, earning him a push from Riley.

The walk back to the field seemed much longer to Drake, eager as he was for something to eat.

When they eventually reached the banquet tables, he was relieved to find them still heaping with food; he’d been anxious it would all be gone by the time they returned.

“Wow... That’s a lot of meat!” Riley’s mouth was watering as she looked at the many cloches piled with different types of roasted meats.

“It’s not exactly a feast without it.” Drake said this as he loaded his plate with everything he could reach.

“A little more fruit couldn’t hurt,” Hana murmured, eyeing the comparatively few options a little sadly.

“I wouldn’t mind putting a bunch of fruit on a stake and waving it around like a sword.” Maxwell was already looking around the tables, trying to find something stake-like.

“Alright, let’s grab our food before Maxwell gets any other crazy ideas,” Drake interrupted.

Maxwell spotted a watermelon and grinned. “And then I could wear a watermelon as a helmet...” He smirked. “I’d be unstoppable.”

Drake had to forcibly remove Maxwell from the table before he could carry out any of his plans. Riley got him a bit of everything – except for watermelon – and brought both her and Maxwell’s plates to where Liam and Hana were already sitting.

Maxwell revealed a champagne bottle he’d managed to swipe from the table before Drake took him away.

“I’ll go get glasses!” Hana volunteered, and darted to the table to get five of them.

Maxwell popped the champagne and poured some for everyone. He then stood up and raised his glass.

“A toast to all of us and to our friendship!”

“To friendship!” chirped Hana.

“Ugh... to friendship,” agreed Drake reluctantly.

It’s only all I’ve thought about today.

Liam smiled at them all and said, “To friendship.”

“To friendship!” exclaimed Riley.

They clinked their glasses and drank.

Damn, if I didn’t get lucky with these people.

#trr #the royal romance #drake walker #drake x mc #prince liam #hana lee #maxwell beaumont #playchoices #choices #pixelberry #pb #fanfic #ch 13 #the marshmallow chronicles #long post

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onyourzeus · 4 years ago

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glad i found you!! was just thinking of you i thought you deactivated or sumn :(( how have you been? its been awhile since i last asked... ive been extremely busy girlie's busy teaching kids or whatever lol i hate being busy bc i had it easy my whole life (this is so embarrassing to admit!!!) so yeah this is me, adulting... i literally have no time for the things that i love anymore like twitch, valorant with friends, gaming, kpop... i wake up 5.30am everyday, go to school 6.30, come home around 3-4pm, then i go to sleep, wake up around 7? ? then do all the stuff i need to get done, if i even get it done lol. the first two weeks were hell, me and my roommate went to sleep at 5am everyday. now our sleeping schedule is much better thank god. we usually spend our weekends just sleeping, we deserve it i know that much lol btw sorry for the long ass rant been keeping it inside for god knows how long... hope you have a nice day!! stay safe and healthy. take care <33

hi !!! omg this is so late but pls know i saw ur ask the day you sent it and i’ve been thinking about this since.. i’m so glad i didn’t deactivate i was just ghosting my own acc lol

first off congrats !!! on ur teaching credential ? or at least just being able to teach kids! thats what i’m working towards rn :) but i see the struggle of the daily routine since you’re in the class for the whooole day, that’s A LOT and don’t be embarrassed ab that ! sucks you have to sacrifice a couple things you enjoy doing in ur free time tho, do you enjoy being w kids tho? haha at least u have ur roomie to endure the days together lmaoo

for myself i’m jus working almost full time (30+ hours) to save up for school in the fall. i’m also studying for a test which is a requirement to get into the program so i think i am also busy ? it doesn’t feel like it bec i’m a morning shift at work n i’ve gotten used to waking up at 4am everyday so i feel tht pain of urs

i’ll share something intimate to compensate for the lack of presence the past couple of months LOL i recently went thru a break up (mutual, we’re in good terms) so most of the time i’m by myself and it’s a little hard to adjust knowing i can do things i want to do alone and not feel sad or lonely about it (we played league a lot and watched anime together) ive been reflecting a lot about my self values n beliefs so i guess thats whats keeping me busy too :)

#thank you for checking up on me throughout this drought of mine haha #i genuinely appreciate it so much #come back anytime to rant or talk about whatever HONESTLY I LOVE IT #msg #anon #from:you

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propshophannah · 8 years ago

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Hey here's an idea for a drabble how about the whole gang goes out to Rita's or something and Elain gets super drunk and Az has to take care of her?

[This is probably not what you had in mind. LOL. I apologize for nothing.]

Elain Archeron is a light weight. If you looked up the definition in the dictionary, you’d find her picture. One beer and she is toasty and warm and giggling.

She’s sitting between Feyre and Azriel in a booth at Rita’s, telling them about the birds and the bees. The literal birds and bees in her garden. Then she starts talking about Graysen. She’s long been over him, but since they’re talking about the garden…

“He touched me in the garden once,” she says. Feyre’s eyes go wide (she’s got a healthy buzz) and her jaw drops. Azriel sits straight as a board and stares very hard at his drink.

“Shut. Up.” Feyre says.

Elain shrugs. “It’s true. It seemed so scandalous at the time. We were alone, unchaperoned. Engaged of course. And I’d let him kiss my neck. And then I just wanted other things.” She’s completely casual. “I put his hand on my ankle, and when he didn’t move it up, I did it for him.”

Feyre says, “Little Elain Archeron, papa’s favorite, budding socialite—getting fingered by the Nolan boy! I’m buying you another drink, I want details!” They laugh and Feyre gets up to get Elain more booze.

Elain stares at the table, “I used to think it was such a big deal. Saving yourself for marriage. Wanting to be in love. And I knew we’d get married—or were going to get married. But after I came it just seemed like such a stupid thing to be modest about.” Azriel coughs. Elain pats him on the back. “Of course that’s not to say I’d just sleep with anyone. I have standards and I’m not a whore. Not that there’s anything wrong with being a whore if that’s what you want to do for a living—Azriel, are you all right?”

Az is not all right. For two reasons. One: he likes Elain. REALLY likes Elain. Two: her tiny hand is now on his thigh, and she is too drunk to care about personal space. But luckily Feyre comes back with that second drink.

Elain takes a big swig, and both sisters go into details about their sex lives. Apparently, Elain Archeron is not as innocent as they all thought. She tells them all about the sex she and Graysen had, about the shape of his penis, and third nipple just above his belly button. She and Feyre go into excruciating details about their first times and about their best and worst orgasms.

Azriel doesn’t mind women talking about their sex lives. He thinks it’s healthy. He just thinks he’s the wrong guy to have the conversation in front of. Cassian would be a waaaay better choice. But sadly, he’s out on the dancefloor engaged in what looks like a dance off with Mor and Nesta (He’s kicking their asses btw).

By the time Elain makes it to the bottom of her second drink she is practically in Azriel’s lap. And she and Feyre are both berating him to look Elain up with one of his “spy friends.”

“Please, Az,” Feyre says. “Look at her. She hasn’t gotten any action in over a year. You’ve got to have spy friends somewhere you can hook her up with.” Elain bats her eyes up at him. “OOH! What about shadowy friends?”

“Yeah,” Elain says. She reached up and twines her finger in one of the shadows Az is trying to disappear into. “I’ve never been touched by a shadow before.” She loses her balance and her hand swipes clean down the length of Azriel’s wing. He fidgets and then downs his drink.

Feyre laughs and motions to Elain to come over to her. When Elain does, Feyre whispers very loudly in her ear, about how sensitive Illyrian wings are. Elain’s first reaction is to check under the table. But Azriel saw that coming, so he crossed his legs in advance. What he didn’t see coming was the lust filled look saturating Elain’s features. She leanes over to him just as Feyre is swept up by Rhys—who has a sudden hankering for hot dogs so they must go in search—and says, “I didn’t mean to touch you so inappropriately. If you’d like, you can do the same to me. You know, to make it even.” She’s on her knees then bringing her face level with his. And holy hell he wants to take her up on that offer, but she’s definitely to drunk to be making clear decisions.

“That’s very thoughtful, Elain, but—”

“I think about you touching me sometimes.” And now she’s definitely too close and definitely too drunk, but also WHAAAAAAAT? And because he’s a shadowy bastard, Azriel can’t keep the grin off his face. He tries, he really does, but he can’t stop it. Elain’s answering smile is like a sunrise. “Do you think about me, Azriel? When you touch yourself?”

And her lips are in his ear, breath on his skin. And because he’s never lied a day in his life he thinks to himself: fuck it. He turns to Elain and says, “Yes.”

“I see things sometimes,” she says, watching as she runs a finger down his wing. “For instance, I saw that tonight you take me home. Make me drink two glasses of water before bed. Then you sleep on the couch because I live alone and you want to make sure I don’t need anything in the night.” She meets his eyes. “But it’s in the morning that I need something. While I’m naked… in the shower. And guess who still around to give me what we both need?”

She pinches the skin at the top of his wing hard enough to hurt. He sucks in a hard breath, and wraps a large hand around Elain’s tiny waist. “I think I should take you home right now. You’ve had far too much to drink.”

He wraps them both in shadow and winnows them away.

#Elriel #Elriel headcanon #Elriel drabble #Elain x azriel #drunk Elain

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mubal4 · 5 years ago

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Laughter

Lately I have been catching myself laughing a lot, and well shaking my head a lot too. I guess they are kind of going hand in hand. Much of the time the head shaking/laughing is occurring during my drives around the Phoenix/Scottsdale, AZ. Forgive me but, people just don’t know how to drive. I mean, I don’t understand the decisions they make, or, the lack thereof. It is crazy funny, actually, it is crazy sometimes because the accidents they cause are just noodle scratchers. But, the point to this article is laughter; happiness, joy, and just smiling. How easy it is but how seldom we do it some days. It’s good for the soul, the health, and for humanity, I think. I get it, sometimes life’s struggles suck, and it is tough to find happiness deep inside during those moments; but they exist. Gratitude helps in these moments and, no matter how you look it, “it can always be worse.” I still teeter on that saying because, is it positive? Negative? But it is real!!! It can always be worse and no matter what the situation is we are facing; shit can get worse. With traffic, I have gotten to the point where I have to laugh because, I typically would just analyze it and ask the questions right? “How the hell can you do that? What are you thinking?” Or, my favorite, “dumbass.” What is the type of mindset and energy those reactions give off? Well, not great ones; but laughter, smiling, and yes, even a SMH laugh, brightens up my spirits.

Times at my “job” – my paying gig as I say, have gotten a bit challenging with change, transitions, moves, etc., etc., etc. Fortunately, at least from my point of view, I believe they are great opportunities and good things; again, for me but maybe I have no idea what I am talking about. I have gotten to a point where I am laughing a lot here and plenty of head shaking/noodle scratching. We all have these with our work, right? Now, in all of these situations, we can sit there, bitch and moan, and just live on; or, we can do something. We have control ONLY, over how we react to these things. Are we in a position to make a change? That can be change companies, change the situation, talk to management, or if you are management, influence the situation? Not sure but my guess is, some of us are and some of us are not. Even if you are, if you make that change, will it be better? Is it worth it? How do you proceed? What is the battle that you are going to choose to go down? All good questions and present opportunities and, challenges. But what I have been practicing, and, which is incredibly fun, is just laughing at that situation. Simple, easy, and WE HAVE CONTROL OVER IT. Yeah, people might think you are crazy, whether in your office, walking down the street, or driving, but who gives a shit, it is funny. I think a lot of what happens in our day, does have some type of laughable moment to it.

Hell, this just came to me, even this morning it happened to me. I committed to doing some volunteer trail work this morning; 530am start with about a 20-minute drive to get there. I set my alarm for 4am because I wanted to go through my typical morning routine, get my stuff ready, and head out. But, when I set my alarm, it was programmed for weekdays and not a weekend, didn’t know that at the time when I got up at 450am. When I looked at my phone to check my alarm, yep, set it for 4am, just 4am for a weekend……. Laughable Moment!! Fortunately, I made it on time but, I had to wait to hit my routine and commitments until I returned. Historically, that type of situation would have pissed me off; set the wrong alarm, days is all messed up, routine is messed up, shit, shit, shit!!!! You get the point. Something as small as missing an alarm and we have a tendency, at least did, still do too, to let it ruin our entire day. Instead, I gave myself a little head shake, laughed it off and focused on getting my ass out the door to do some trail work (grueling today BTW, laying pavers, lifting heavy stone, 90* heat – but sooooo gratifying!!). And, my started and continues to be one of smiles, laughter, and freedom. I think laughter leads us to freedom. It helps free our souls, our minds, and our thoughts. When we are laughing, we are not thinking about our hardships or struggles. We are, well just laughing having a good time.

Not sure why this thought keeps coming to me, but it is a vision actually, one of my daughter Alaina laughing so hard she has tears coming out of her eyes. There are so many times I can remember when she has gotten to these points. I think typically it is me egging her on or just me acting like a 13-year-old boy, because I tend to do that……often; but she just gets a kick out of it and her laughter is contagious because that gets me going, which gets her sister going, then mom joins in and soon we are all pissing our pants (maybe literally 😊). How great of a time is that; when you can share such a moment, with those you love the most, laughing your ass off? That’s good shit. Sorry but I keep visualizing those times and its awesome. I believe a lot has to do with being able to laugh at ourselves. We take life so seriously. I know I lost out on a lot with that; not just taking life so seriously but taking me so seriously. Afraid to embarrass myself, afraid to look like a fool, afraid to make a mistake. Well, lately I have been making a ton of mistakes and laughing at them. Sometimes I do get carried away though and call myself a dumbass; but, in some situations, I am 😊. That is okay and I bet, at those moments, there is someone doing the “SMH” and laughing at me. I think laughter, wait, I know laughter can be a great healer. It can lift us up, better, it can lift up others. A good laugh with our family, a chuckle with your co-worker, a smile at that stranger as you miss your mouth taking a sip of water. Let’s just start there, with that smile…………. pretty sure that can lead to the laugh your ass off till you piss your pants moment 😊!!

Have an awesome Labor Day everyone and keep smiling.

“Don’t sacrifice happiness and joy for achievement.” – Robin Sharma

#keeponlaughing laughyourassoff smileandlaugh laughatyourself besilly begoofy

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bluesakurablossom · 8 years ago

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I don't know if you've done this one already but maybe one where he takes his s/o's virginity? Btw, I absolutely love the way you write!

No actually not...but this sounds very interesting ;)

Leo: It would be when they had just gotten out of a long meditation together. They both were in the dojo releasing all tensions of the day and becoming one with themselves, with her sitting his lap resting against his chest. It was the most peaceful feeling in the world, but now they both were needing to use that energy that they gained through the spiritual experience. It would start off quiet with them getting back to the normal realm and they would give each other a gentle peck, but something changed. A peck turned into two, until two turned into a kiss and it then started to go out into a make out session with Leo quickly taking control with him climbing over the top of her. It would get heated very quickly as the kissing and licking each other's mouths became faster in speed and deeper in lust. When pulling away after a bit to breathe, they gave each other the "look". They knew what was happening and this time it was ready to take the next step in the relationship. Kissing each other deep once more he would get her in his arms to his room and locked the door, and they both collapsed on the bed. It started out with hands roaming around each other's bodies till they started touching the most intimate of places. It would then get to the point of where one or the other started to undo someone else's part of clothing. She would go for his pants and he would go for her shirt. It would get down to the point where no one had clothing left on them and they were thrown all over his room. There would be exploring each other's bodies in a different way, kissing, touching, sucking, licking the most precious spots to where both would be moaning deeply of pleasure and squeaks of delight. Leo wouldn't be the whole BDSM master the first time since this moment was suppose to be about her and him trusting each other to become one body. When they thought they both were wet enough from the highly pleasuring foreplay over the course of two hours, he finally let himself loose in front of her and he would still be a gentlemen even after doing the most dirtiest of things to her and wait for her permission. With accepting, he would slowly ease himself into her till she got used to the stretching, kissing her softly if she was to be in any pain. But after a bit it was magic for both of them and the thrusting soon began with neither of you wanting the sweet bliss to stop. And it didn't for another three hours.

Raph: He would be at her place as they were watching a movie marathon together. But it was soon getting rather boring. She was laying on his lap as he had his hand on her ass and the other ruffling her hair. They needed something else better to do. He had to leave soon for he had training with the bros in the morning. What better way of getting some romance going on. He rubbed her ass teasing her and it would get her moaning quick. But she knew how to get him moaning by nibbling at his thighs. It would quickly turn him to turning her over and getting her on his lap facing him and bringing it into a make out session. There was already hands roaming but when it got to the most private areas that's when the hearts start racing. He would stop though thinking he might take this too far without her wanting it and after some talking about this, they both grow more confident that this is what love is like and it should be a joyful experience for each one. Getting quickly back into the groove, the French kissing would start and her hands would already be untying his bandanna while he let his hands go up her back and rip her sports bra to shreds under her shirt. It would then get thrown on the floor with the both of them getting each other's clothes off quickly, either by tearing or tugging. It would be too hard for them not to be smirking or blushing as they got every bit of clothing off and were both nude. The foreplay was much more heated than imaginable, if she thought making out was hot, the way that he touched her, felt her, bite her, and hit her ass (not to hurt her) she felt like it was just heaven. Even for him it was the same experience of what she did to him, he almost could of exploded a bucket from an orgasm. After getting wet and slick enough, he let himself loose, he would make sure she was comfortable and that she could change her mind if she didn't feel ready to do it. But with her pleading and acceptance, he would slowly go in before going in faster at the end. The way that she smiled at him after he got in, was now more comfortable and that's when the thrusting begins. It was pure heaven on earth, bodies against each other, hearts beating as one. You both became one and it lasted till the peaks of dawn.

Donnie: It would be when Donnie is stressed out during work, she would know he is overworking himself and would be rejecting any convincing to stop by others. But with her was a different story, she can have him quickly wrapped around her little finger. It was just too easy for her it was like she was a natural in getting him to stop what he is doing. It would be shoving everything he was doing and she would kiss him so deep gripping his suspenders before he could protest and melt right into it. He would never let her go in the ever death gripping hug he had her in. She would making the first move by licking at his neck that was a major turn on spot for him and would get him giggling like a nerd. He would get cocky and play around the edge of her skirt. The kissing became more faster and tongue started to leave the mouth and explore other areas around the head. They then gave each other the approval smile. She would actually start to undress herself as the heat almost became unbearable. Donnie would go right in and started helping her as she moved on to him getting rid of some clothing on his body. He would be going to the bra and she would be going to the button and zipper on his pants. After being fully stripped of clothing he would take her into his room for some more privacy in case anyone decides to barge in unannounced, especially Mikey. Each time there was touch, kissing, licking and sucking would be a shot of deep desire and want between the two of you. You both couldn't get enough and the room would be filled with high giggles to deep moans and growls. Especially when he got you with your sex and him with his long "tail". After long hours of never ending bliss, he got the courage to let himself go in front of her and asked her if she is willing to go through this and that he doesn't want to put her in a bad position being his princess. But with her nuzzle to the snout, he knew she was in. With that he got himself slowly sliding in and stopping when she needed to ease to the stretching. But when it finally became comfortable, it was all out slow deep thrusts till it got faster in speed. It was better than what she could of imagined and it was something she should had with him a long time. It wasn't going to stop, not for a long time, not till they were screaming and bed sheets were soaked.

Mikey: It would be when they are messing around with each other. Being the goofy yet loving cuddle that they are. Rough housing with each other was one activity they both loved doing, it was filled with laughter, tickles, and teasing pecks. But when it got to the point of needing to stop, they both broke apart and would kiss each other trying to catch their breathes. But suddenly breathing wasn't being cared about as they got into a make out session. He would be climbing over as a new feeling just washed over them unexpectedly. Kissing would turn into tongues exploring each others mouths and there would be some sounding of clothes being shifted either down or up to make it more seducing. They both were a bit nervous at first but after someone makes a surprising move by removing part of a clothing that they were messing with and tossing it away in the room. Her going for his sweats and him going towards her booty shorts and panties. It would get back to being romantic as more clothes were starting to become loose and being thrown across the room making a pile of mess on the floor. There would be sweet and dirty talking between them, making compliments about each other's bodies and saying what they want to do it. The kissing would be heaven, the licking would be ticklish but yet pleasuring and the biting and sucking would be an orgasm heightening technique. The room itself would just be plain out noisy enough to where they thought that someone might come knocking on the door to complain, but neither one of them cared. It was all about them and being in love. After only an hour of the teasing and dirty foreplay, he would let his entire self loose after finally getting to the highest point. When he was going to ask her if she was ready, she gave him the answer of giving his "little Mikey" some sweet pleasuring. That was a definite yes. He got himself slowly in making sure he wouldn't her, since he didn't want to be painful for her and wanted it to be the best experience of her life. But it didn't take long before pain became pleasure and that's when the wild thrusting starting coming in fast. It was the best feeling in the world to her and that she has found someone who she can trust to be inside her and knows that he loves her. It was going to be a long night for the two of you, it would be the ever best night of sex and it would be one where they both won't forget about.

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