#the more invitations I get for this weekend the more I wanna stay inside my house

[sarah-dipitous]

Just gonna vaguely vent in the tags for a sec

[artytaeh]

honeymoon!Mattheo? Also I'm so obsessed with your pages aesthetic, especially since I've been on this app for like 3 years and just changed my profile picture... anyways adore you and your writing <3

this is so sweet! i melt everytime i reread this rq, i swear. tysm for reading my posts and accompanying my writing, also for requesting 🌷 honeymoon!theo was a silly shower thought— i didn't plan to do a version of it. however, since you're asking, i just can't say no; so i hope that you like it, love! ♡

warnings: includes smut, so obviously it's advised for +18 readers; read at your own risk. brief mentions of trauma from being the son of bellatrix lestrange + the dark lord.

honeymoon!mattheo who felt like these next two weeks outside england, just the two of you, were like a blessing after your wedding day— don't get me wrong, mattheo riddle feels like the luckiest motherfucker to have been the one to marry you, the man who put that ring on your finger and to see you walking down the aisle to him. even so, fucking hell, how can a celebration for your marriage be so, so exhausting for the two of you? mattheo himself begged you to take off those heels; it was paining him to see you in them after so many hours, really!

honeymoon!mattheo who was ecstatic at the idea of going out of the country with you, of all people. sure, he's been out of england: he studied at hogwarts, which is in scotland; italy too, courtesy of theodore's invitations to spend a few weeks or most of the summer break at his family's estate; that one time that draco bragged about his wealth and took all of his friends to spend weekends or some days somewhere through europe. but travelling with you? that's different. this isn't a vacation with the boys; he's on his way to enjoy two paradisical weeks with the love of his life— just. the. two. of you.

honeymoon!mattheo who planned these vacations with you — where do you wanna go? how long would you like to stay? would you rather somewhere to rest and do nothing, or travelling around? truthfully, mattheo had his own preferences; as fun as it is to explore new places and unraveling different cultures, mattheo was a bit (a lot more) into seeing you in bikini most of the day. visiting a city or some nearby mexican tourist attraction is totally fine by him; a few were chosen by the two of you during a rainy day, cuddling on the sofa as you and him daydream about the sound of waves, sunny days and heat tanning your skins. with a laptop in front of you, mattheo checklists and makes notes of whatever was decided that day.

honeymoon!mattheo who jumps straight to the bed as soon as you arrive to the hotel's bedroom. soon, strong arms pull you close to him; mattheo spends some minutes like this with you, cuddling and feeling you close, nevermind how warm it is in mexico during this time of the year, not giving a flying fuck if you two are sweaty. mattheo riddle needs to rest after so many bloody hours inside a plane, and dealing with the airport's burocracy. fuck, there's a fucking spell for everything in the wizarding world, how come no one found a better way to travel between two continents already?!

honeymoon!mattheo who has his arm around your waist at all times. walking together? mattheo is there, hugging your waist, matching his usual long strides to your calmer pace, making sure that you're the one leading the speed of your walk. taking a stroll on a nearby city or exploring the streets? mattheo riddle won't unwrap his arm from your waist, fingers gently tracing the curve of your side, as you two comment about the beautiful streets you walk by and how good all of these restaurants smell. and, well, if his arm becomes bothersome because of the heat, mattheo is happy to hold your hand— as soon as it becomes sweaty, mattheo himself moves to your other side, to take your other hand in his, nevermind if he has to repeat this ritual every five minutes.

honeymoon!mattheo who drags you to play on the beach with him! this man will proudly buy a kid's kit for himself: a set with beach toys, including a bucket, shovels and other stuff to build castles on the damp sand. obviously, the set is green, if there's that color option— hey, all of those years as a slytherin, wearing a green tie on a daily basis, got him a little attached to the color, alright?!

honeymoon!mattheo who looks like a man preparing himself to go to war, as you patiently massage the sunscreen on his face, warm shoulders and back, along with the rest of his body; you don't trust your husband to apply the sunscreen correctly, since mattheo is all too impatient to go have fun. he does the same to you, of course; pulling you to his lap, big hands making sure that your smooth thighs are protected by the sunscreen— maybe a little too much, since you grow suspicious that mattheo caresses your thighs for a moment longer than necessary. hey, he's a man in love; can't a husband appreciate his wife's beautiful body?!

honeymoon!mattheo who lowkey tries to learn how to speak spanish, or at least simple phrases; thank you, hello, please, and perhaps being a little more observant to catch a curse word or two. god forbid mattheo catches on how to compliment you— now, each time you show your outfit, smile or do something as simple as existing near mattheo riddle, he grins and dramatically pronounces: 'guapissima! bonita, muy bonita.' — sneaking a squeeze on your bottom, pressing your body closer to his. you'd be at least a little annoyed, if mattheo's bambi eyes weren't so full of love for you. you know he means every single praise that rolls out of his mouth.

honeymoon!mattheo who sleeps a little more peacefully now, in mexico, far away from london and the looming notion of his ancestry. here, a continent away from his lunatic of a mother, oceans away from the knowledge of being the dark lord's son, mattheo riddle relaxes. you're married now; away from the chaos. during your wedding day, mattheo was terrified that something would tarnish this happiness with you. being physically away from all of that, on a country where no one blinks an eye at the surname riddle, mattheo is able to relax and let go of the overthinking habit he created since childhood. mattheo riddle isn't a cursed child anymore— at least not here with you.

honeymoon!mattheo who buys a lot of souvenirs. at least for theodore, he gets something that he knows that his best friend would find funny too; perhaps one or two things for his slytherin friends. then a lot of bracelets, or whatever the fuck you happen to stare for a few seconds. sundresses become part of your wardrobe, too, since mattheo argues that is sinful to not have you wearing such flattering clothes, choosing colors that you like the most, and compliment you the best.

🗯️ : matt, this is the third dress you're about to buy for me. i already have enough!

m : nonsense. you don't have any on this color, do you? besides, it's fancy to say 'hey, see this dress? my husband got it for me from mexico'; i'm helping you to brag, woman!

honeymoon!mattheo who hugs you from behind in the pool, trailing kisses from your left shoulder, cheek, neck, shoulder blades, until he does the same to the other side. he's not even attempting to convince you to lustful things— mattheo is just so in love with you. should an older couple or bitter tourists side-eye any of you, mattheo will kiss your cheek for a moment longer, staring menacingly to whoever is nosy enough to notice him and his wife. mattheo riddle, as always, doesn't even have to open his mouth; his serious expression and dark eyes being enough of a warning. as soon as they avert their gaze, mattheo goes back to the task at hand: kissing every inch of you with that silly little smile of his.

honeymoon!mattheo who takes full advantage of the jacuzzi on your bedroom. you should have expected it, as soon as dark eyes shine with mischief, a wolfish grin on his lips as mattheo riddle inevitably plans ahead— hours later, you'll find out exactly what was going through that devilish mind of his.

honeymoon!mattheo who is safe to say that fully enjoyed the warm water at night— calloused hands placed on your hips, thumbs brushing soothing circles on your hipbones as mattheo takes in the sight of you, naked on top of him, guiding your movements as you bounce on his length. mattheo fights the urge to tilt his head back and close his eyes, wanting to drown himself in the sensation of you so tight, so warm and wet around him— but then, he'd lose the bewitching vision of you, so mattheo bites his lip while his hands move lower and lower, greedily squeezing your bottom, hands full of the smooth, soft skin. mattheo watches you so intensely, that you're almost shy under his gaze; his strong arms embrace you so close to him, lips bruising the skin of your neck, collarbone, chest (and for a moment, you wonder if wearing a bikini would be safe tomorrow, giving each reddening, becoming purple hickey left on you) as he whispers against your wet skin. 'so pretty— such a good girl for me, aren't you? riding your husband so, so well. so wet and tight for me, huh? moan for me, baby. let me hear all of your pretty moans, hm?'

honeymoon!mattheo who is so gentle with you afterwards. without even having to ask, mattheo carried you back to the bedroom, patting your body with gentle movements so that the towel absorbs the water from your body, cooing at you. despite your tired demeanor, sore legs recovering on the comfortable mattress— mattheo riddle is all too energetic and blissfully satisfied, massaging your smooth skin with a body cream of yours; and trust me, it takes everything within him to not tease you, holding back any 'fun' comments about you after three rounds that got you absolutely wrecked.

honeymoon!mattheo who dedicated a part of these few days to read one of your favorite books. you see, mattheo riddle isn't really one to take reading as a hobby; at most, mattheo would have fun spending the afternoon at some bookstores to read bd, mainly about superheroes, or the ones that blaise brought from school breaks to lend to him. apart from that, mattheo's hobbies mostly revolve around drawing or listening to music— but he's making an effort for you, alright?! he is! look, he read five pages today, while you were tanning!

honeymoon!mattheo who brought a camera with him for the sole purpose to have photos with you during these weeks; as much as he adores all of your wedding photos, either with you, his best friends and other guests— this honeymoon with you must have physical evidence, not wanting to depend on his memory alone. mattheo plans to show most of them (*cough* the appropriate ones) to your children, if you ever have kids together, that is. the camera and him are present at the same place, at all times; like symbiosis, mattheo has the camera by his side to never lose the opportunity of a good photo of you.

photos of you while you're sleeping, dressing up or changing clothes, while you're relaxing on a chair near the pool to tan, swimming, at night with a flower tucked on your hair— one that mattheo picked up for you and fixed behind your ear. mattheo riddle will come back home with enough photos to decorate a wall. there's photos of you two together, too; silly selfies with you, some of them while you're sleeping by his side or on his chest, others blissfully taken by other tourists who offered such a favor. mattheo loves every single one of them.

honeymoon!mattheo who discovered that breakfast could be delivered in bedroom, four days after waking up a little earlier to shower, dress up and go downstairs to have the first meal of the day. ever since mattheo discovered such a wonder, never again— fuck that. he's having breakfast on the bed with you, requesting the staff to put an extra portion of your favorite fruits, which he'd then feed to you while the two of you are lazying on the bed after a shower, talking about whatever.

honeymoon!mattheo who suddenly doesn't hate that much anymore. at hogwarts, first years were a headache; little tiny humans that mattheo had to be careful to not bump against, or else they'd fall to the floor and god forbid professor mcgonagall saw it, should anyone accuse him of bullying. first years were also troublesome at the bloody hogwarts' train, running around like hipper active insects— however, this one little boy that came running up to you, giving you a flower? mattheo riddle couldn't help but smile, a smug grin on his lips as he crouches down:

m : hey, little dude— this beautiful woman is taken. hasn't your mother told you that flirting with a married woman is wrong? the husband might get you in trouble, you know.

honeymoon!mattheo who would complain a little less about the kids running around or simply existing around the hotel. there was this one little girl he saw at the pool, while you were getting drinks; curly hair, soft cheeks that remind him of your beautiful face— mattheo riddle is a weak man, and ever since then... baby fever. suddenly, the idea of a tiny human that is the perfect mixture of you and him, doesn't sound so scary anymore. i mean, if you and him ever had a baby, it'd be the most beautiful kid to exist; mattheo reasons that not having such a blessed child would be illegal, a heartbreaking loss to this world! (correction: a small sized demon that inherits mattheo riddle's troublemaker nature, and your charm that'll get them out of trouble ever. single. time.)

honeymoon!mattheo who tries at least once every single drink and cocktail at the bar. and more than that, makes you try them with him, which becomes a game of creating a tier list of the whole menu. mattheo will get you the colorful ones, being aware of your taste— and should you dislike alcoholic drinks, well, mattheo is a man that is unknowingly considerate, making sure to taste the drink first (so that he's sure that it tastes good, according to your preferences, of course), before giving it to you. lowkey, mattheo riddle who becomes a bit obsessed with those drinks straight from the coconuts— he might have like, seven photos of that, some of them being selfies with you.

honeymoon!mattheo who takes you dancing. hands on your hips, feeling as you sway them, gripping at them each time that mattheo riddle has to take a deep breath to not get a hard-on in the middle of the dancefloor. if possible, he'll learn how to dance the bachata with you— be it by a free class at the hotel or some bar, or even just by staring at an experienced couple dancing with ease. mattheo would be so happy to dance with you, twirling you around and pulling you closer to him, your noses brushing as mattheo looks at you with such intensity; the love of his life, this goddess in his arms. physically can't listen to one of those latino songs without immediately pulling you to dance a little with him; fuck the stares that you might receive.

honeymoon!mattheo who wants to live right here, at mexico.

m : fuck england, let's ditch london.

🗯️ : mattheo, darling, we can't do that.

m : why not?! here's the best— no rain, no people bothering us. why can't we just fuck and chill every day like we do here?

⋯ ⋯ ﹒ 🌿 ’

౨ৎ spend the summer of a lifetime with me ♡ ͡

let me take you to the place of my dreams . . .

🪻 ; . . . fandom : harry potter.

— ever since i posted my masterlist i've been receiving some requests; i didn't expect so many so soon! tysm for reading and requesting to my blog; i'll do my best to write and post each of them asap. ♡

the headers + gifs + icons aren't mine. credits to the respective creators ! 🌷

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So high school | Jessie Fleming x reader

Summary; The story of how you and Jessie were brought together one fateful night in college and didn't leave each others side ever again.

Words; 2050

Pairing; Jessie Fleming x UCLA reader

A/N; Mother Taylor has inspired me and a tiktok that paired a footballer with an academic girl and I had thoughts. Then I was wondering who to do it with and THEN… UCLA J FLEM. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do because I’m in a Jessie mood rn. Btw this has been sitting in my drafts for literally like 2 months and I haven't had the inspiration to finish it until today. Enjoy loves xx

Jessie was more than kind of uncomfortable right now.  She was tired after a full day of classes and an early morning training session, wanting to flop into bed after her long day and sleep away most of the weekend. But here she was, nursing a cup of coke in the corner of a frat house and wishing she had declined the invitation to come out with half of the soccer team. 

“You good?” Teagan had made her way over, leaning against the wall and looking down at the midfielder who was seemingly lost in thought.

“Yeah, fine.” Jessie nodded her head, hiding the fact she desperately didn’t wanna be here anymore. 

“Why don’t you try and go talk to someone? I’m sure there are plenty of pretty girls catching your eye right now.” Teagan nudged her shoulder with a smirk, downing her drink before walking away again. Jessie sighed before taking another sip of her coke and walking to another section of the house where more people congregated. 

Her eyes filtered through the room, trying to take the goalkeeper's advice but giving up after noticing every pretty girl making their way over to someone else. Eventually her feet mindlessly walked her over to the back door, the glow of the pool under the moonlight catching her eye first before she spotted you. 

Your friends had practically dragged you from your dorm, insisting you had to come and party with them, but where were they? Probably inside making out with frat guys and forgetting you actually came with them. That’s how you had found yourself sitting on a deck chair outside, avoiding the loud music and heavily intoxicated 20 year olds celebrating the start of their senior year, after your friends ditched you early on.

It didn’t bother you, them leaving you alone that is. And you could have gone home but you wanted to stay and make sure your friends made it home safely. 

Jessie only saw the side of your face from how you were positioned on the chair but immediately found herself drawn to you. People may have called her crazy for falling with just one look, but when you know, you know. 

You didn’t hear the sliding door open, too busy looking up at the moon and wondering what else you could be doing right now if you stayed in bed. It wasn’t until you heard the chair beside you creek that you finally noticed her, snapping your head at the noise and becoming encapsulated by her big brown eyes and freckles immediately. 

“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” She apologised, her eyes somehow getting bigger and more beautiful. 

“I-it’s okay.” You let out a breath. “Just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be out here.” You shared a soft giggle and she finally smiled. 

“Yeah, not really my scene.” Jessie shrugged and began sitting back in the chair, copying her movements and turning your head to face her.

“Me either.” You smiled before reaching out a hand to her. “Y/N.”

“Jessie.” She connected your hands, ignoring the tingling she felt in her fingers while you pushed down the butterflies fluttering around your stomach. 

You two spent the rest of the night talking before she offered to walk you back to your dorm, after finding out your friends had already left with guys and you were left alone. Well, not so alone now. 

The next few weeks would find you and Jessie with each other as much as possible, save for your individual classes, and you were happier than ever. You weren’t dating, no but it began to feel like it, especially when you ran down the bleachers after she won her next match, Jessie catching you as you jumped into her arms with pride. 

After almost two months since meeting you finally had your first kiss. It wasn’t super romantic but exactly how you would have wanted it to go. You and Jessie were hanging out in her dorm, you studying for an upcoming exam and her pretending to catch up on classwork but really spent the whole time staring at you. 

“Jessie.” You were focused on the millions of highlighted poems and texts that sounded you on the floor but could feel her eyes burning in the back of your head. “I can feel you staring.”

“What?” Jessie acted dumb, biting her lip to hold back a smile as she watched you turn your head, raising an eyebrow.

“You know that if you don’t get this work done you’re not playing this weekend. And I already cleared my schedule to watch you soooo.” You sat up fully, leaning back on your arms to look up at her on her bed.

“Can we not just take a small break? We’ve been at this for hours!” She whined, tilting her head at you, a fake pout accompanied by some puppy dogs eyes. 

“It’s literally been 45 minutes.” You deadpanned as you got up and jumped up to sit next to her. 

“45 minutes too long.” She huffed and you stifled a laugh as you looked at her. 

“What would you rather us do then?” You asked while shaking your head at her, letting out that laugh but stopping when her silence was noted. You looked up to find her staring, no, gazing into your eyes, a look on her face she had many times but this was the first time you noted it. She looked lovestruck. 

Your mouth opened to speak again but you were cut off when she was suddenly moving forward, one hand reaching up to hold your cheek and the other moving down to hold your waist. Before you could process anything, her lips were on yours and it was as if you had been transported into another world.

After that kiss your relationship didn’t seem to change that much, still spending almost all of your time together, though this time spending it a little closer and with a lot more kissing. Something about your relationship felt so young and naive, like you were back in high school making out at parties and never spending more than a couple hours apart from one another. 

You now went to all her training sessions, sitting in the bleachers finishing homework while she prepared for their next match. Jessie loved you just being there but was getting a little annoyed that you weren’t fully paying attention as she ran rings around her teammates in an effort to impress you. She knew the perfect way to get your nose out of your books. 

“HEY BABE!” Jessie shouted up to you across the pitch. The sheer volume and urgency of her voice caught your attention instantly, looking up to find her waving her arm comically in your direction. 

“What?” You laughed alongside her teammates who were standing on the pitch waiting for something to happen. 

“WATCH THIS!” She yelled again before running back to her starting position, eyeing up the cones and dummies she meticulously laid out and the ball that laid in wait for her. You bit back a smile at her excited nature, waiting for her to begin whatever trick she was about to show off. 

She began dribbling the ball skillfully through the first few cones that were placed closely together. Yourself and her remaining teammates watched her feet intensely, quite impressed with how precisely she was keeping the ball in and under her feet. She made it through her round of cones and looked up towards you in the stands, making sure you were in fact watching her and whether or not you were impressed. But what she failed to notice was how close she had positioned the steel dummies that were part of her second skill test. 

Everyone saw it happen before she did, running straight into the dummy, too distracted by you to realise she was running into it. You heard the ding from halfway up the bleachers and within seconds you were racing down to her on the pitch, trying to keep your laughter at bay so you could seriously check on her. 

“Jessie, are you okay?” You knelt down to where Jessie was now sitting up, legs splayed across the grass and a hand to her temple, soothing where she hit her head. 

“Don’t laugh. I was just trying to impress you.” Jessie finally spoke, avoiding your eyes and producing a pout, meanwhile her freckled cheeks were getting redder than they already were. 

“Oh baby I know. It was very impressive till… you know.” You directed her eyes back to you with a soft smile, biting your lip again to hold back your laugh. 

That night Jessie continued to pout, even when you were giving her all your attention, laying between your legs as you held an ice pack to her temple and babying her all night long even though you didn’t put the dummy there, she did. 

After graduation you moved with Jessie to England for her contract with Chelsea, you managed to land a position at the University of London, teaching in the English department, a great start to your life together in a new country.  

Jessie proposed to you in January of 2022 after three and a half years of dating, keeping it private and personal by dropping down on one knee as you were getting into bed one cold night. 

Clad in flannelette pyjamas and fluffy socks, just having got out of the shower, you walked back into the bedroom expecting Jessie to be curled up in bed and waiting for you. But as you turned the corner she was bent down on one knee and holding a ring in her shaking hands. Jessie had prepared a whole speech about how much she loves you and wants to spend the rest of her life with you but in true Jessie fashion she got nervous and the only words that came out were. “Marry me? Please?” 

You both took the next year to plan the wedding for Spring 2023 before the world cup, wanting to make sure you knew what you wanted and to enjoy being engaged before being married. 

The big day finally arrived and you hadn’t seen Jessie in more than 24 hours, both of your bridesmaid groups separating you from one another for practically the first time in almost 5 years. 

It was a beautiful ceremony filled with all for your close family and friends to celebrate your love and unite your families. You cried, Jessie cried, everyone cried. The reception though was one massive party. Everyone danced, everyone drank and most of all you got to have fun with your wife like you did back in college. 

At the end of the night, after the party ended and everyone went home, you and Jessie were sipping champagne on your hotel room floor, giggling with one another in the silent room while wearing matching pyjamas. 

“I love you.” Jessie said as she stared, no gazed, in your direction. “You’re so pretty, will you marry me?” Her words were slightly slurred as her tipsy frame swayed back and forth every so slightly. 

“Too late, already did.” You laughed as you brought your left hand up to her face, showing off both of your shining rings. “Look.” You brought her hand up too, showing her own ring clad fingers to her, shock adorning her freckled face. 

“We’re married already?!” Jessie shrieked and you knew it was time for bed. 

“Yes, now come on. Time for bed my love.” You placed a kiss on her lips before putting your flutes down and pulling Jessie up with you from the floor. You dragged her over to the large bed, crawling alongside each other to then assume your regular positioning. Jessie waited for you to get comfortable against the pillows before laying herself across your chest, her pillow. 

“Baby?” Jessie spoke after a few minutes, tilting her head to look up at you. 

“Hmmm?” You respond as you begin to stroke her hair gently. 

“Tell me about the first time you saw me.” Jessie asked before setting back down against your chest. You let out a small breath, a smile donning your face as she asked you. 

“Well, I was sitting at a party next to the pool…” 

THE END

[ch3rryjampi3]

"Oh my good looking boy."

Trans! Katsuki x Fem! reader

This was inspired by a song called: Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse

Ever since Katsumi was a little kid, He always knew he never wanted being a girl. He hated it, he hates wearing stupid dresses, he really hates playing with stupid ugly dolls and barbies. He hates it. He hates being a girl.

He hated his whole appearance that he overcomes it by bullying others. Especially Deku. "Look at how so fucking pathetic you are shitty quirkless Deku!!" He laughed as he poured everything out his bag, dropping it in front of him. "Poor Midoriya..."

It has been a routine of his. Reflecting his struggles to others. Maybe he acts all tough and all but deep inside, he's scared or maybe pathetic. Hah!! Pathetic?! He's not pathetic!! He literally has you!! His girlfriend that loves him so much and someone he's trying to hide cuz your both....girls.

"Hey Kats!! Ya ready to go?" You asked your girlfriend as she met up with you in the hallway. "Yeah. Let's go." You both then starts to head to the gates. You invited him to a sleepover since its weekend tomorrow, also to spend time together.

You both had stopped by at his house so he could pack his belongings for the weekends,he shouldn't have since he can just borrow some of your stuffs but he's stubborn so you just let him. "Katsumi!! Your staying at Y/L/N's house again?? Ugh just be home before Sunday night okay?? My little Prince-"

"I will I will!! Shut up!!" He yelled as he slammed the door shut. The ash blonde sighed deeply as he walked besides Y/N, an arm around her shoulder. "Does your Mom and Dad okay with me always staying at your house in the weekends?"

"Yup!! They couldn't care less plus, they're mostly not at home during weekends since they're busy." He nodded. "So basically, I'm your roommate during weekends?" He asked, raising a brow. "Maybee but you love staying with me!!" You exclaimed as he softly smiled.

"Just let me do your makeup!!" "Hell no!! Get that thing away from me!!" You've been wanting to give him a makeover but he kept on resisting. You knew he disliked makeup but you wanted to give him a makeover, to make him look more handsome than he already is.

"I'll treat you tomorrow on that ramen restaurant you like!! Please?!!" You pleaded, desperately wanting to give him a makeover. "I- ugh!! Fucking Fine!!" He said giving up. He don't wanna miss the opportunity of getting free food, even tho he knows he can afford it on his own.

"Yayy!! Okay so just stay still..." Few minutes had past and your done with his makeup, you fixed his hair abit to look abit shorter and you looked at your final work with awe. "Now look Katsu..."

"Holy shit...I look so handsome." He said, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He looks like his father but with his mothers hair color and eyes. He was in awe. "You always are." You said, smiling on how happy your boyfriend is.

"One day, maybe you can tell everyone on who you really are." You said, hugging him from behind as you kissed his cheek. "My Good looking boy."

A/n: I'm sorry if its bad!! I really tried my best 😓😓 I apologize also if it's not really Trans!! But I hope you guys like it!! Reblogs are appreciated 😚💕

[woojungz]

how xikers would confess to you! 🍃💐

❝ xikers x gn!reader

𓂃𓈒 this is part 1. members included: minjae, junmin, sumin, jinsik, hyunwoo. i will make a part 2 soon with the rest of the other members (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

( likes and reblogs appreciated!♡ )

✧𓂃𓈒MINJAE.

you met him through your dance troupe from school. he was a year older than you, and everyone else admired him for his dependable and leader-like qualities. everyone loves him to the point that your cute puppy love towards him goes unnoticed. it's just normal for people to love minjae that much at your school.

but then suddenly during practice everyone was sad, it's because minjae's gonna be graduating soon. it's never gonna be the same without him in the troupe. you started to brush off your feelings for him, and planned to give him a small little goodbye just like everyone else. until he asked you to stay after class because he wanted to show you something.

and inside your heart was beating really fast, cuz why the hell would your crush ask you to stay after everyone has left. you were starting to think he was mad at you (for absolutely no reason?!) until he told you he wants to show you some dance he made.

at first it was just him dancing while you cheered him on (he told you it was some new choreography he practiced last weekend). you were caught off guard when he suddenly grabs your hand and makes you dance with him! you got shy at first, but as time passed by, you were having fun with minjae, freestyling moves and whatnot.

once you guys got tired, the both of you just sat down on some corner to drink water and refresh. the silence was broken by minjae, asking you if you wanted to go to han river with him to hang out for awhile. you knew he loved it there, one of his favorite hangout spots with junmin (a really close friend of his). so when he invited you to go, it was probably the hundredth time your heart beat really fast for the day…

he brings you to han river after buying a few snacks, then resting at a lone bench beside some tree. it was really quiet, except for the cool breeze and the distant sound of other people around the area. you were caught out of your daze when minjae suddenly took your hand in his. of course you looked at him, wide-eyed.

"minjae…?"

"you know how much this place means a lot to me right?" minjae asks you, and you nod in return.

"i think it's the best place for me to tell you how special you are to me. i'm not gonna beat around the bush anymore, i really like you, y/n."

you were almost speechless, but thankfully you managed to atleast nod at him. embarrassingly stuttering out words, telling him you reciprocate his feelings, and that you really really like him too.

let's just say han river became your usual hanging out spot once you guys became a couple♡

✧𓂃𓈒JUNMIN.

your dog was one peculiar creature, the moment you step foot outside, the little cutie wouldn't stop sniffing every single thing around him. when you finally managed to bring your dog to the park, you sigh in relief. surely he would wanna explore now since you guys were in an open space. but no, apparently some random bush was far more interesting than whatever else was at the park.

until you were suprised when a brown fluffy poodle approached your pup. it was collared, your sight following its leash until you lock eyes with a guy in a cozy sweater.

"kong!! don't go running into random dogs out of nowhere!"

you assumed kong was the name of the friendly dog that approached yours.

"no don't worry! it's completely alright, i think my dog could use a few friends anyway, everytime i walk him, he doesn't even move an inch and keeps smelling things!"

"well, looks like the both of them are getting along. oh, junmin's the name by the way!"

he introduces himself, and soon you follow, beginning a small talk between each other as your dogs mingled along. the conversation must've been so good that junmin didn't realize his grip on the leash loosened, and kong suddenly bolts, your dog following suit.

"kong!!!!"

the both of you didn't expect to be caught in a chase real quick, and even if those dogs were quite small, they're still pretty damn fast. after a few minutes of running around the park, your pets grew tired, finally. so that's how you find yourself beside junmin sitting on the unoccupied swings, your dog sleeping soundly on your lap.

that meeting was the first of many as you continued hanging out with junmin everytime you walk your dog at the park. leading to meet ups where you guys bought pet treats, cute clothes for your dogs, and even left them at a doggy daycare for the rest of the day so you guys can hang out alone with each other.

another day passes, the sky clear. as usual, you were with junmin again, but he looked like he was in deep thought. so you asked him if something was bothering him, staring at the way he takes a deep breath before staring right at your eyes. some otherworldly force must've been helping him, suddenly no one else was around this area of the park. he cheers for himself inside, he can do it. a perfect moment as your two dogs are busy playing with each other at a corner.

"y/n, we've been hanging out with each other for quite some time now. i really got to know you well these past months, and i really enjoy spending time with you."

junmin starts, avoiding your gaze. he can't see it, but you smile at him. "me too junmin, i really enjoy your company."

"well, i don't wanna dwell on it much anymore. so i'm just gonna say it. y/n, you mean a lot to me, and… and i like you alot—"

you were about to take a step closer to him until kong parks his butt right at junmin's feet, and suddenly starts pissing all over him, a loud screech resounding throughout the park.

"kong!!!!!"

✧𓂃𓈒SUMIN.

you wanted a change of pace for now, so you decided it would be nice to take tours of the different art galleries in your city. all was going well, when after a few trips to different galleries… you started to notice this one dude with a very striking fashion sense. as the coincidences of you guys visiting the same galleries at the same time continue, you really can't help but notice him. i mean, who wouldn't turn their head towards someone wearing a bunch of layered clothing with different patterns and textures—but somehow still make it work.

one day, you finally knew what to call him. sumin, he says, officially became your unofficial tour buddy as you continue to plan a lot more trips for next time. that's how you find out what a surprisingly chill guy he is, a huge contrast to how he dresses. sumin had mentioned his daily life consisted of making art, paintings, lounging around parks, and of course, visiting art galleries.

"it's honestly kinda boring though." sumin stares off at a distance as he stirs some of the hot chocolate he had ordered at this cafe you chose to rest at for awhile, after a long session of looking at paintings and whatnot.

"boring?! i'd kill to have a life like that. i only go to art galleries as some kind of escape from my hectic schedules,"

you continue to rant as sumin listens carefully. this was the cycle for about a long time, enough for sumin to know almost every single thing about you now. so does his feelings for you grow by time. he only ever comes around to check out pretty paintings, but instead he's found someone like you, the prettiest he's ever met. just as how unpredictable he was, you weren't expecting him to tell you his feelings anytime soon.

starting the day as usual, you guys meet up at another art gallery that just opened, somewhere beyond the city you reside in. you were quite excited about this one, having seen how popular it got on the internet that you just have to really see it for yourself. as you walk around the gallery, stopping by each painting to tell a bunch of stuff you've read about it to sumin, you can't miss the way he intensely looks at you, his eyes tracing your own up until he's scanned your whole face. honestly it was kind of odd, but you brushed it off. he must've been trying to focus, seeing the way he scribbles on to the paper really hard.

"it's really interesting right?" you ask, totally oblivious to whatever sumin was doing.

"yeah, totally."

an hour passes and you reach the exit of the gallery, but sumin still seems to be busy with his damn paper…

"dude… i literally stopped talking like fifteen minutes ago, what could you possibly be taking notes of. like i get that the paintings were interesting, but were they really that interesting for you to keep writing until—"

sumin finally hands you the piece of paper. you flip it over, your eyes widening before looking back up at him.

"you did this?!" he only replies with a hum, flashing you that cute smile of his.

you couldn't help but feel your heart warm at the sight, all this time he was sketching a beautiful portrait of you. it doesn't look polished, the strokes were the kind of messy that worked together. despite the lack of color, the ink of his pen was enough to convey the way he sees you through his eyes. suddenly your gaze flickers towards the bottom of the page, a little scribble of handwriting made by sumin

i like you, y/n <3

✧𓂃𓈒JINSIK.

finals were nearing, spending most of your days at the cafe near your university. even before, you loved to hang out here, to the point that the baristas already recognize you as a regular. it's just that these days, you were needing coffee more than usual, or else you won't survive by the end of the semester.

so when you order the 'usual' this afternoon, you weren't expecting such a different flavor to meet your tongue, fighting not to spit it out and make a scene. internally you were asking yourself what went wrong, approaching your barista friends to ask them if they accidentally gave you the wrong order. but your name was on the cup, so that couldn't be the case, right?

instead, you found out that a newly hired barista made your order. 'jinsik' he introduces himself, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he looks down at the floor. and boy did you really forget about the bad drink the moment you laid your eyes on him.

thank god you were able to blink yourself free from the stare you held on him, he's quite literally the most charming barista you've ever seen around here. once he finds out he messed up your order, he apologizes cutely… almost bows to the floor but you stop him.

ever since then, he makes it a point to leave messages on your cup. he's so sweet really, he found out that you were hanging out here for longer because you're studying for your finals. leaves cute messages that cheers you on for the rest of your study time :(

eventually he finally mixes your drinks really well. you often stay during weekends, sometimes staying until the cafe closes, this is usually the time where no one really orders or comes in. jinsik takes it as a chance to leave the counter and sit around with you while you study (mostly just him distracting you because how could you not devote your full attention to someone like him?!)

by the day of your finals, you make one last stop by the cafe to get a drink for the morning.

"hey, y/n! d-day right? there's this drink i've been seeing around everywhere, i heard it's mixed with ingredients that are good for focus. want me to make it for you?"

you curiously agree, taking the cup from him once he's had it done. taking a sip from the drink, your eyes widen because it's a flavor you recognize, something you've brought up with him before, and he remembered it :(

but you wonder how the hell he made it taste so good, taking a peek at the sticker on the cup that showed the drink add-ons. strangely there was none, turning the cup around until you see his message scribbled with a marker.

i like you y/n♡ let's hang out after your exams, yeah? early celebration bc i know you'll ace it!

you can't help but feel your cheeks heat up at his words, he wasn't even saying it directly to you, but your heart feels like it's gonna jump out of your chest. you immediately look for him, spotting him behind the counter, already looking at you fondly with a smile on his face :(

✧𓂃𓈒HYUNWOO.

it was the most awaited night of all time, your school's prom night. everything was perfect, from your outfit, and your friends that are coming with you. but as the event dragged on, your friends wanted to go on their own ways and spend time with their dates. personally you didn't mind, they'd already brought it up before, and you were completely fine with it.

as you sit by the snacks and drinks, you begin to wonder if you should've taken the time to ask your long-time crush to be your date for prom night. hyunwoo, his name was, the main vocalist of your school band that was quite popular with the students. to you he was just the coolest, especially when he sings everytime they perform. but because of that, you assumed that there must be other people that were already hitting on him too. he probably already has a date, someone much better than you, even.

you silently sulk at the corner, busying yourself with the cup of fruit punch you grabbed awhile ago. that was until someone announced through the microphone for everyone to gather by the stage. hyunwoo's band was performing, of course you rushed towards the crowd that also came to watch. right, not only was he gonna be busy with his date for tonight, they were also preparing to perform. must've been why you weren't able to see him around the moment you step foot in here.

and they begin, the band playing their original song. well, it was the perfect song for couples, everyone linking up with their dates to slow dance with each other, making you feel out of place. you left your spot at the middle. forget about watching hyunwoo sing at the stage. you disappear at the back of the crowd, hand still holding the cup of punch from awhile ago. the ice had already melted, you didn't even bother to drink it, probably tasted bad already. just like how you felt watching everyone dance with their partners, you would be lying if you said you weren't jealous at all.

though you decided to distract yourself for awhile, you can't help but think about hyunwoo while you were alone. i mean, his voice is literally the only thing you can hear from the speakers right now. every single line he sings, you can't help but look back on your memories with him. he was one of your close friends, sometimes you guys spend afternoons alone, by the bleachers or maybe helping him with some songwriting and practice. minutes pass by, the band was done, but hyunwoo's voice suddenly saying your name through the microphone caught your attention.

"this song is actually dedicated to someone who's very close to me. y/n, if you're listening, i want you to know that i really really like you."

the crowd suddenly cheers, the band taking their time to leave the stage. at the back, the stage lights were blinding to you. you can't really see hyunwoo. not until you hear a shout of your name, turning to meet his eyes.

"y/n. you're here! i was looking for you everywhere, i wasn't able to see you among the crowd." he begins, panting a bit as he ran from the stage towards where you are.

you weren't able to stop him from suddenly dragging you outside, right at the garden of the venue. it was only the two of you here, sounds of the crickets were doing a little bit to ease your nervousness.

"um, i really enjoyed your performance awhile ago." you began, staring up at his eyes.

"of course, i practiced really hard… for you."

hyunwoo takes your hand in his, fingers tangling with each other. "hyunwoo, i really like you too. a lot."

he blushed at the statement, the both of you avoiding each other's gaze. there was a moment of silence that fell upon the both of you, but your linked hands weren't budging at all. until you hear the faint start of a song from the venue, still quite loud even though you were at the garden.

"want to dance with me y/n? i wasn't able to be with you awhile ago." you weren't able to say no, facing him as he rests a gentle hand on you waist, looking straight into your eyes as the both of you begin a slow rhythm of dancing to the song. it was the best ending you could ever ask for, officially sealing the endless pining the both of you endured, the perfect night made under the dozens of stars and the cozy moonlight.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Make That Kitty Purr

Title: Make That Kitty Purr

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Warnings: voyeurism, cheating, unprotected p-in-v (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, breeding kink, August is an asshole, Mike deserves better (hurt/comfort with time)

A/N: This post (sort of) inspired this fic. So a special shout-out to @peyton-warren. I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING, but these are fictional characters. This story is dark, so FAIR WARNING. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. (more notes at the end of the work - I am very nervous while posting this! 🫣)

Dividers by: @saradika

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

My Masterlist 

When Mike invites you up to his Uncle’s cabin for the weekend, you are beyond excited. You’ve never been away with him and this is the perfect opportunity to have a little fun away from your college roommates. You love them, but it’s so hard to get some alone time with two other girls breathing down your neck.

You pull up to the cabin on Friday afternoon and notice another car already in the driveway, a tall man dressed rather sharply grabbing a suitcase out of the trunk. As he turns around, you recognize Mikey’s Uncle August. I guess we’re not going to be alone this weekend after all.

Mikey puts the car in park and jumps out before you can even unbuckle yourself. “Uncle August, what are you doing here?”

“My schedule changed so I figured I would come and check on the cabin while you were up here,” August put down his luggage and rolls his sleeves up before running a hand over his mustache.

“Well, we were kinda thinking we would have the place to ourselves, actually,” Mike says, walking around the car after turning it off.

“We?” August’s head tilts as his eyes land on the passenger window.

You watch the exchange from the car, seeing that August has finally noticed you. Exiting the car, you close the door behind you and join Mike who puts a possessive arm around your waist.

“Uncle August, this is my girl. You remember her, right?” 

August nods and correctly remembers your name, letting it pass over his tongue slowly. While Mike is smiling down at you, August lets his eye rake over you from head to toe. If Mike had seen, he would not have been happy. But, you decide it’s best to just let it go. Just harmless fascination. Isn’t it?

“Michael, why don’t you get the bags while I take your girl inside out of the cold? You can handle that, right?” Before you know it, your hand is taken by a large paw and you are led inside the cabin. August walks close to you and you can smell his aftershave up close, the scent intoxicating.

You’re surprised when it takes Mike as long as it does to get all of the bags into the cabin. You packed pretty light, but August has him take everything to the rooms instead of leaving them by the hallway. You notice August is staying on the bottom floor of the cabin while you and Mike are staying in another room on the second floor.

While Mike is upstairs, August goes to the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of wine. He pours two glasses and offers you the other. You don’t miss how his fingers linger on yours.

“What shall we toast to, Princess?” You don’t hide the shiver that runs down your spine at the pet name.

“Um, to…a hot tub and time away from annoyances,” You lift your glass over to connect with August’s. He holds your gaze as he takes a sip. Alright, maybe not a harmless fascination.

Mike’s voice startles you as it booms through the cabin, “Sweetcheeks, you wanna get in the hot tub now or later?” Sometimes you really wish Mike had a chill mode, but you really loved the adorable goofball.

“August, do you wanna join us?” You try and appear innocent in your offer but you also are intrigued about seeing the muscular man shirtless.

“Maybe later, I’ll get started on dinner while you two have some time alone,” August takes your wine glass and tops it off, and sends you up to find Mike. You can feel his eyes on you as you walk away, but you don’t dare look back.

As you get in the hot tub after getting changed into your bathing suit, the sun is setting over the mountains. Mike’s hands and mouth are over you in an instant, not caring what his Uncle may be seeing. He pulls you into his lap and attacks your neck. Your eyes close at the sensation and when they open, a gorgeous set of oceanic blues lock on you.

August is watching you as Mike slides a hand into your suit bottoms. You know you should tell Mike to stop but the idea of putting on a show for August is a temptation you can’t ignore. Your mouth opens in a silent scream as Mike’s fingers circle your clit before sliding into your entrance. Clutching a hand in his hair, you bite your lip as you ride Mike’s fingers.

As August watches you, he grips and strokes his cock through his pants. You reason with yourself that since you aren’t touching each other, this isn’t cheating. This is just slightly inappropriate, nothing to truly worry about.

Mike’s attention to finger-fucking you is gone as he pulls out his cock, pulling your bottoms to the side. He swiftly enters you and pulls you down onto him fully. Within seconds, you adjust to Mike’s cock and start to ride him while maintaining eye contact with August.

Mike pulls out your tits from your suit top and gives attention to your nipples. The man loves your boobies and it keeps him occupied as you continue your impromptu sex show for August. The older man unzips himself and for a moment, you think you’re going to be graced with the sight of his cock, but he only reaches in to stroke himself. Watching him watching you is enough to send you over the edge. Mike follows after you shortly, spilling inside you.

You watch as August pulls his hand out of his pants, zips himself up, and walks out of your field of vision. It doesn’t look like he came and you instantly want to help him over the edge but hold yourself together as you lift off of Mike’s sensitive cock. You move yourself to sit next to Mike and rest your head against his shoulder as you both catch your breath and readjust your clothing. A million thoughts run through your head, the most severe of which is gnawing at your soul.

You want August, and it’s obvious he wants you back. How could you want something like that? Mike isn’t perfect, but he’s yours. He adores you and you think the world of him. Yes, he can be a bit aloof, but he’s genuinely interested in your happiness. He doesn’t deserve to be fucked over by your own selfish desires.

You are broken out of your reverie minutes later as August beckons you both to come in for dinner. You both towel off and put on robes. August already has the table set with three plates and he sits at the head of the table with you and Mike sitting across from each other. 

The conversation comes easily enough, August mostly focuses on asking you about what you are studying and what your future plans are. Mike seems to be none the wiser that August is paying you so much attention as he shovels pasta in his face. August refills your wine glass, handing it to you, his fingers once again lingering. August finally turns his gaze to Mike and asks what you all have planned for the weekend. 

Mike mentions you are scheduled to go to a beer garden tomorrow and you would be meeting some friends afterward. You don’t remember making plans to meet up with friends but you go with it anyway. Mike’s friends were pretty cool anyway, at least the ones you’ve met. Well, Derrick could be annoying and could make Mike completely miserable to be around but hopefully, he wouldn’t be there tomorrow.

You all finish dinner shortly thereafter, a few glasses of wine in your system. August gets up, and you assume he is going to start clearing the table. “August, you cooked, we can clear the table.”

“Nonsense. You’re a guest here,” he says, waving you off, “Michael can clean up the kitchen while I give you a quick tour.” He holds out his hand to lead you through the living room, and that same hand ends up on your lower back. 

Your bare feet pad softly on the hardwood while his shiny shoes clack next to you. Your robe is the only thing preventing August from touching your skin directly. The heat coming off of his hand is enough to elicit a shiver from you. Instead of mentioning it, he just smiles down at you and walks you into the spacious entertainment room.

A large television screen is in front of a sectional couch. Two vintage full-height arcade game systems stand against either side wall. A pool table sits on the right, while a poker table is to the left. You’re impressed with the setup and you say as much.

“Yeah, I like to entertain sometimes. You’re welcome to this room whenever you want. Most of the streaming apps are already set up and there’s a Playstation and XBOX as well if you’re interested,” August points over to the tv, leaning in as he speaks.

“I can already see Mike getting lost in here for a few hours,” you snort, trying to hide your obvious annoyance.

“I’m sure you can keep him occupied, Princess.” There goes that pet name again. You look up at August and he grins like the Cheshire cat down at you.

If Mike hadn’t walked in when he did, you would have leaned into that smile. “I was looking for you guys. Sweetcheeks, are you ready for bed? I’m exhausted.”

“You’re tired from cleaning the kitchen?” August teased, knowing full well that wasn’t what tired the younger man out.

“Yeah…well, it’s a big…kitchen, so,” Nice save, Mike.

“Sounds like a good idea, baby. Let’s go,” you grab Mike’s hand and turn toward August, “Night, August.”

“Goodnight, you two,” August hums, looking from you to his nephew.

The two of you head to bed upstairs, arm in arm. It takes everything out of you not to turn around and look at August once more.

In the middle of the night, you pull yourself out of Mike’s grip and head to the bathroom. You notice your throat is dry and decide to go to the kitchen for a bottle of water. August is already in the kitchen, pouring himself a drink. As he picks up the lowball of amber liquid, he turns to greet you.

“You alright, Princess?” The genuine concern in his voice almost overshadows the fact that he is only clad in a tight pair of boxer briefs. Almost. 

Instead of answering, you are entranced by his hairy chest and defined abdominals. Muscular arms and thick thighs are on full display. You’re sure you’re staring but he doesn’t seem to mind as he makes his way over to you. It seems like he moves in slow motion and your brain doesn’t fully comprehend when he reaches out to you.

His warm hand on your arm reminds you that you forgot to put on a robe before coming downstairs. Your crop top and cheeky underwear leave little to the imagination and you look down at yourself before looking from his hand back up at him. As if seeing your thoughts across your face, August removes his hand from your shoulder.

“I just came down for some water.” You’re surprised that you were able to get those words out, as whiny as they were. Your dry throat returns after you speak.

August nods and turns around to go back to the fridge. The ass on this man is ridiculous too, that’s just unfair. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and brings it back to you. He holds it out to you, and you take it shakily before opening it and taking a sip. You cap it again and hold it up to your suddenly warm neck. You let out a sigh and close your eyes for a beat. When you open them, August is standing closer to you. You didn’t even hear him take a step.

You slowly lower the water bottle from your skin and August takes it, putting your bottle and his scotch down on the nearby dining table. When he turns back to you, he reaches up and holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He takes his time leaning in, giving you an out to easily lean back.

But you don’t lean back, you lean into him as he slots your mouths together. You whimper into his mouth and it is all over from there. He drops your chin, his hands sliding from your face to your neck and down your back until they settle under your ass as he lifts you up into his arms.

“Tell me you want me, Princess,” August whispers, the heat coming off his clothed cock blazing into your core, “You want me to take care of you?”

Fuck.

“Yes,” you whimper, carding a hand through his thick head of hair. 

“That’s my good girl,” he groans, walking to his bedroom. He kisses your neck, nipping at it as he settles you back upon his bed. He hovers over you for a moment, rubbing your covered sexes together. Letting you have ample time to change your mind while making sure you won’t.

“Please,” you whine, no longer able to hide your desire to have him inside you.

“Please what? Say it,” he grunts, pressing his groin harder into you.

“Fuck me, August.” is all he needs to hear before he’s pulling your underwear down and off. He doesn’t remove his own, only tucks them under his balls as he runs the head of his dick through your sopping folds. He enters slowly and gradually, letting you adjust to his girth and length.

Once he is fully seated inside you, he begins a punishing rhythm that has your cervix screaming. Your legs wrap around his waist and his hand finds your throat, placing slight pressure on the sides. The older man has you in a daze soon enough, filthy words leaving both of your mouths.

Fuck, this pussy is too good…

Who do you belong to?

Oh, my God, harder, please! 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…

That’s right, come all over this dick…

Gonna breed this tight little cunt, Princess!

His hips stutter in their movement and you are soon flooded with his spend. He doesn’t stop fucking you until you come again, some of his seed leaking out past his cock as he pulls himself out. He looks down and smiles watching you leak with his spunk, before laying next to you. He draws you closer to rest your head on his chest.

He kisses your forehead in a sweet gesture. Juxtaposed with the filthy act you’ve just committed, you suddenly feel nauseous. You bite back bile as you rest against August. You wish the Earth would open up and swallow you whole. You stay like that for a minute more, feeling your legs get wet with his cum as it leaks from you. 

Your world implodes, the gravity of cheating on Mike suddenly screaming its way into the forefront of your mind. You hate yourself and you hate August for tempting you.

You get up quickly, finding and putting on your underwear before all but running out of August’s room, his voice calling behind you doesn’t stop you. You reach the upstairs bathroom connected to your bedroom and make it to the toilet in the nick of time. Your dinner comes back up so harshly that you end up waking Mike up with your gagging.

He comes to hold your hair out of the way and rub a soothing hand on your back. As you finish, you spit, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You close the lid, sitting down on the floor next to Mike as he looks at you concerned.

“Mike, baby, I’m so sorry.” 

“Sweetcheeks, what are you sorry for? You just got sick is all.”

“Not saying sorry for that, I have to tell you something.”

“Babe, you’re scaring me, what’s going on?” Mike’s voice quivers and it is all you can do to stop yourself from kissing his frown away because you’re about to break his heart.

“I…slept with August,” you blurt out, and you start to cry before you can help it.

Mike isn’t saying anything and you wonder what is even going through his head. You hazard a look over to his face. His jaw is working in anger and he pulls his knees up to his chest.

“Mike, I’m so sor-”

“We’re leaving. Get dressed.” Mike cuts you off and gets up from the floor. You get up and follow him to the bedroom, pulling on your jeans and hoodie quickly as he begins to pack your suitcases quietly.

You watch him move about the room mechanically. You wish he would talk to you. But, you know you don’t deserve to be comforted. He needs and deserves better than you. As he finishes, he pulls on his own clothes and takes your things downstairs.

You follow him down, pausing when you both see August now wearing just pajama bottoms. He actually looks surprised to see you both dressed and holding your luggage.

“Go to the car, I’ll be out in a sec, ok?” Mike’s voice is eerily calm as he hands you the car keys and ushers you outside.

“Mike, let’s just lea-”

“I said, go to the car. I’ll be right there,” he barely raises his voice, but he pushes slightly on your shoulder to get you outside. Like he doesn’t want you to witness something.

You grab your own luggage and head outside, closing the door behind you. You try and block out the sounds of a struggle in the cabin as you walk across the gravel driveway. You put your suitcase in the trunk and get in the car. You’re putting on your seatbelt as Mike comes out of the cabin, his hair and clothes a mess. He gets in the car and white-knuckles the steering wheel as he stretches his jaw.

“Mike?” You cautiously reach out to move hair behind his ear and he lets you.

“I want you to know that I know he put the moves on you. I forgive you, but I can’t forget. I hate him, not you,” he groans, putting a hand over yours, “When we get back, we’re gonna start over ok? We’ll get through this.”

“Ok, baby,” you sniffle, trying to hold back your surprise that he still wants to be with you.

You make the long journey back to school and Mike comes up to your room. You both remove your shoes and lay down in your bed. He wraps his arms around you, your back to his chest. He pulls you close and you relish his warmth. 

“I love you, Sweetcheeks.” 

“I love you, too, Mikey,” you tangle your legs with his and thank your lucky stars for another chance to make this exquisite man happy.

You both decide to never speak about your time at the cabin ever again. 

You don’t bring it up when you see August at the grocery store weeks later. The remnants of a black eye and an angry scar going down the right side of his face are a sight. Enough to have you turning around and going down another aisle before leaving your cart behind and exiting the store.

You end up going to another grocery store before heading back to your dorm. Mike is there waiting for you and trying his best to work his way through a term paper. He looks up as you enter, getting up to take the bags from you and kissing your forehead.

Sometimes, you can still see the look of sadness on Mike’s face out of the corner of your eye. You can still feel the sting of Mike’s promise to never forget with every I love you. You know you deserve to feel the pain of your actions and you do with every day that passes. You also know Mike will always deserve better than you, even when he tells you that he’s so blessed to have you.

Years later, Mike takes you to your favorite restaurant. He walks you along the boardwalk, waiting until you are all alone, and gets down on one knee. You’re so surprised that you immediately start to cry. He chooses his words carefully and he puts the ring on your finger. As he stands to his full height, he wraps you up in a hug. He tells you he loves you and you melt in his arms.

You try and push down the thought that he’s settling for you, but you know that is a futile effort. The only thing on your mind is making Mike happy. And you’ll do whatever he asks, with a smile on your face and love in your heart.

A/N: Can you tell I was in a depressive state when I wrote this? This was a songfic originally and then *stuff* happened.

A/N: I’d like to apologize to both fans of Mikey and fans of August. While this story is dark and a complete AU, I still feel the need to say I’m sorry for this portrayal of August and that Mikey was hurt. I was thinking, for my crimes against humanity, I owe fandom very fluffy Mike fics. Two fluffy stories to make up for this, actually.

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‘Tis the damn season for Wanda Maximoff please!!

“So we could call it even, you could call me babe for the weekend, 'Tis the damn season, write this down. I'm stayin' at my parents' house, and the road not taken looks real good now, and it always leads to you in my hometown.”

Hometown

AU where Westview is just a normal town and Wanda is just a normal (but very special) gal.

Wordcount: 905

Warnings: it gets a little spicy but i wouldnt say its smut

The semester had finally ended, and you couldn't remember a time when you needed a break more than now. Thanks to the Stark scholarship, graduation was within reach, but it hadn't been an easy journey.

After a tiring five-hour drive, you arrived at your parents' house in Westview. Too exhausted to unpack, you went straight to bed, even though it was only 4 pm.

As expected, you woke up in the middle of the night to find everyone asleep. Without disturbing anyone, you quietly took your keys and decided to go for a peaceful walk around your old neighborhood.

While strolling through the streets, memories flooded your mind at every spot. The park where you broke your leg playing soccer when you were twelve, the house that always had the best Halloween decorations… and suddenly, you found yourself standing in front of Wanda's house.

Mixed emotions filled your heart as you hesitated at her doorstep. It had been so long since you last saw or spoke to Wanda, but the desire to see her face overwhelmed you. So without giving it much of a thought, you knocked on the door.

"What the heck am I doing? It's midnight," you muttered to yourself, ready to walk away.

"Y/n? Is that you?" It was Wanda's voice. You turned around and headed back towards her.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up. I didn't realize how late it was," you apologized.

"You didn't, actually. I couldn't sleep, so I came down to watch TV, and then I heard the knock... I didn't know you were back," Wanda said, looking as beautiful as ever. Even with dark circles under her eyes and a tired appearance, she captivated you.

"That makes two of us." you said with a small smile. ‘I'm staying at my parent’s house for the long weekend’’.

‘‘You haven't called me since you left’’. Wanda said with an accusing tone. "Neither did you’’.

Your comeback made her laugh. You missed that sound so much and that sight…she had the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen.

‘‘Do you wanna come in? I was about to prepare some tea if you want some’’. You accepted the invitation and walked inside her home, following her back to her kitchen.

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You both sat on her couch and drank your tea in front of her fireplace and after a long chat of you just telling her about uni, Wanda went straight to her point.

‘‘y/n just do it’’. Her demand took you by surprise. ‘‘Do what?’’ you replied.

She bit her lower lip and giggled softly. ‘’Sometimes you’re so silly y/n’’. 

And before you knew it, Wanda was straddling your lap pressing her lips on top of yours.

You kissed her back of course, running your hands all over her body, pressing her soft hips closer to you. 

She broke the kiss to take off her shirt revealing her breasts. You laid her down on the couch and took her pants off. Her cheeks were scarlet red and her body was breathtaking. Wanda was a goddess. 

‘your turn’’ She ordered you to undress and you did as she said.

‘I missed you Wanda’’ your lips were now tracing every inch of her body, paying extra attention to her chest area. You couldn't believe how long it's been since you could worship her body like this so you were determined to make up for the lost time.

‘y/n please, I need you’’ She whined. You wanted to please her so bad.

‘Is that so baby?’’ you started leaving a trace of kisses all across her abdomen till you reached her lower tummy, and with your face between her thighs, you started to pleasure her the best way you knew how.

Her moans filled with immense satisfaction were music to your ears and after a few minutes, she finally climaxed.

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You opened your eyes to the sound of birds chirping outside and Wanda’s fingers running through your hair gently. ‘Morning’’ she greeted you.

Lifting your head from her chest , you smiled, planting a quick kiss on her lips. ‘slept good?’’ you mumbled groggily, but she found your sleepy voice endearing. "Considering I slept on a couch with another person on top of me, I slept wonderfully," she remarked, wiggling her way out from underneath you. ‘I’ll go make some breakfast’’.

 As much as you wanted to stay, you knew you had to be back at home with your parents. After all, that was the reason you were back in Westview….or so you thought.

‘I’d love that but…. I have to go Wands’’. Her face was now filled with disappointment. ‘’Babe’’ you said but she cut you off. ‘‘Just go y/n’’.She was clearly upset. "Wanda, you didn't let me finish." You said determined to clarify your intentions, making her eyes widened with curiosity.

 "I was going to ask if you wanted to come home with me and have breakfast with my parents… I'm tired of this back-and-forth game we always play. I want us to be more than that"

Wanda's expression instantly transformed into one of pure happiness as she bounced back onto the couch, wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace. Her laughter was starting to give away her answer. "So, I assume that's a yes?" Her radiant smile confirmed your assumption. "It is, in fact." You kissed her lips again. ‘‘Let's get dressed then’’.

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The Uses of Adversity, Ch. 15: Live to Tell

Prev - Live to Tell - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

WC: 3378 - Rated: T - CW: swearing, non-graphic discussions of abuse

Janus depositions Logan in preparation for their court battle with Kelly. He tells Janus everything. Well, nearly everything. Everything relevant, Logan is certain.

I have a tale to tell Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well I was not ready for the fall Too blind to see the writing on the wall

A man can tell a thousand lies I've learned my lesson well Hope I live to tell the secret I have learned 'Til then, it will burn inside of me - Live to Tell, Madonna

Roman stayed until Saturday afternoon. They spent the night on the couch, talking and… to be honest, each had dozed a bit, as well. Logan had fallen asleep first, warm and safe, wrapped in Roman's arms, holding him just as closely. The next morning, the boys didn’t question Roman’s presence and simply greeted him like he belonged there.

Despite his worries, they’d had a blissful weekend together, with cake and leftovers for breakfast, and a thrift store hunt for books and Doctor Who DVDs later in the day. Saying goodbye to Roman had been difficult, with wild fantasies of making a permanent space for him flitting through Logan's mind. But Remy's scheme to meet up the next weekend for the movie gave them all something to look forward to.

Remy’s housemate Emile came by Sunday afternoon after spending the weekend with his parents and they’d all fumbled their way through making sushi with the kit the boys had given him for his birthday. Emile had even gifted him a little matcha tea set, the sakura petals on the bamboo finish perfectly matching the kit from his sons.

By Sunday night, Remy, Virgil, and Emile had driven back up to Bellingham, and Logan had dropped off Patton at Kelly’s for her week with him. Neither had mentioned the papers. 

He took his time getting ready for bed, drawing out the rote tasks. He flossed twice, refilled the hand soap bottles, changed out the towels in all the bathrooms. The weekend’s busyness, his sons’ laughter filling the house—and, thanks to Roman, his own—had pushed away his worries about Kelly’s filing and Monday’s deposition with Janus.

Now that he was alone again, it was impossible to think about anything else.

More times than he wanted to admit, he’d picked up his phone, tapping open his ongoing chat with Roman, and tried to imagine what he would say if he invited him over. Twice, he’d even started to type out the message, but no matter how he worded it, his request sounded… disrespectful. Dirty. Hey, Ro, my sons aren’t home. Wanna come over?

Shaking his head, he went downstairs to finish the laundry he’d neglected that weekend. Once that was done, he moved on to strip all the beds and, in a few loads, had washed all the sheets and blankets. By the time he’d folded the last comforter, still warm and smelling like that Saturday Roman had found him at the laundromat, the first birds had begun their morning calls. Logan made his bed, brewed a fresh pot of coffee, then stood in front of the kitchen window to watch the sunrise slowly open the blooms in his flower box.

When the bottom edge of the sun cleared the horizon, Logan rinsed his cup and got ready for work. If he left soon, he could take the bus in and not need to worry about the traffic over the bridge.

~

“A little odd to be on the other side of one of these, isn’t it?” Janus remarked as he sat across from him in his office. He tried not to listen when Janus asked Beatrice to ensure they weren’t disturbed, though he’d appreciated the way Janus had asked him to bring a stack of files from his office as a subtle subterfuge.

“More than a little,” he nodded.

Humming, Janus flipped through folders on his desk. “I see from the proceedings you represented yourself—”

“You have my court records?” Logan interrupted, eyes wild as he tried to recall what other information might be hidden away in those files.

Janus looked up, a faint frown wrinkling his brow. “I’m your attorney.”

“Right, yes, of course… I—I don’t mean…” He looked down at his hands. Janus was certain to rescind the Assistant AIC offer after all of this. This was even worse than the review of his Q-Law cases.

“Did you consult with anyone?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I… took care of it. Kelly was the petitioner. She… It was… I just wanted it done.”

Logan wasn’t sure if Roman had warned him or not, but Janus started very slowly with the rest of his questions, building out a chronological list of events in their marriage and separation. He captured the boys’ names and birthdays—they’d been redacted from the court record. They talked a bit about Virgil’s birth and his surgeries. Logan even told Janus how Virgil’s genetic screening had showed a hereditary component to the defect in his diaphragm. He admitted how, afterward, he’d had his own genome screened and confirmed he carried the gene.

Janus didn’t ask for more details, so he let the rest of that thread drop.

Instead, he began to ask about the… quality of his relationship with Kelly. Logan bit the inside of his cheek, fighting for control. He’d just managed to win a sliver of respect from his boss. He couldn’t… He couldn’t just throw that all away with some overly emotional reaction.

“We… we disagreed on…” Logan sucked in a slow breath, forcing his twitching hands to calm. Janus’ eyes flicked down to his lap and made a note in the margin of his yellow legal pad. “On a few important things about the boys.” He shrugged, “Like all married people, I suppose.”

He nodded slowly, writing without taking his eyes off of Logan’s expression. “Your parents… disagreed a lot?”

In one breath, Logan was back in his parents’ old rambler in Oregon. He sat on his closet floor, making flashcards, a heavy AP History textbook open on his lap. Surrounded by hanging clothes, with his blanket shoved against the gap at the bottom, his father’s shouted words and his mother’s occasional responses were muffled and difficult to make out.

But the tones were unmistakable. And far too familiar. 

Logan couldn’t stop his hands from shaking so he crossed his arms over his belly, gripping and releasing the sides of his shirt. “Excellent motivation to get a scholarship to UW and move out on my own,” he said, an attempt at levity. His voice cracked at the end and Janus simply made another note on his legal pad.

Janus tapped the end of his pen against his lips and went quiet. Logan had observed him cross examine reticent witnesses often enough to have seen this tactic of his before. Given enough time under his ‘I have all day, how about you?’ gaze, even other attorneys who knew it was coming would start to sweat and say anything to fill the silence.

Logan was well practiced at holding his tongue.

“You were married for…” Janus flipped back to the front page and did the math. “Eighteen years.” Faster than Logan had expected, he’d moved on to the ‘I already know everything, you might as well answer my questions’ stage. “This is difficult. Difficult to talk about, difficult to re-experience,” he said, his voice softer than Logan had braced himself for and his eyes darted up, an unfamiliar expression on his boss’ face. “Believe me, I understand.” 

He nodded, then lowered his head and waited for Janus' next question, shields up and ready.

“Talk to me, Logan.” Without seeing his face, it almost sounded like a plea. “What made you finally decide to divorce?”

Eyes closed to avoid the inevitable ridicule on Janus’ expression, Logan forced a slow, deep breath. Still, his voice shook shamefully when he spoke. “How much of this has Roman already told you?”

“None." Logan looked up, the honesty in Janus' voice too strong to ignore. “Roman can be a bit of a drama king—”

“Excuse me?” Logan’s voice was sharper than he’d intended but instead of looking angry at his interjection, Janus merely looked surprised and… pleased?

“As is my Remus,” he said, the tone of that ‘my’ hanging in the air, as though he noted some other parallel between the brothers. Janus’ smile morphed into a bit of a smirk. “As am I, so I’ve been told.” Janus watched his reaction with interest and for a moment, Logan could have sworn his boss was about to add him to his list of ‘drama kings.’ Logan looked down and smoothed his tie for the sake of having somewhere else to look. “Personally, I think the world could use more drama kings,” he continued. “You never need doubt where you stand with us.”

Speak for yourself, Logan thought but did not say.

“Regardless.” Janus grew serious. “Unless you asked him to tell me something personal you’d shared with him, Roman would not breathe a word of it.” He lowered his legal pad. “And, aside from a very short list of legally required disclosures, the same is true for me. Your secrets are safe.”

He pinched his sides, a distraction from the tears already burning the backs of his eyes. Janus waited, but when Logan didn’t speak for several long moments, he prodded. “To do my job, Logan, I need to know everything.”

Logan deflated, the last shreds of his pride spooled in a tangled mess on the floor. “I know,” he sighed. 

“Was it more than 'disagreements' between you?” Janus asked again, even softer this time.

Logan’s bottom lip trembled, but the harder he tried to control it, the worse it got. He nodded and swallowed hard against the lump in his throat.

“Much more.”

~

Eighteen years of practicing law plus two decade’s worth of his own personal experiences had muted Janus’ expressiveness in the face of misery. Remus worked hard to ensure it was a mask he could drop, that he had spaces where he was free to cry and shout and stumble and laugh. His husband spent an inordinate amount of energy and love ensuring he would not be swallowed up and consumed by his jaded attorney façade.

Janus clung to that jadedness now, letting it carry him as he fought to keep a mostly neutral expression while Logan recounted the gradual descent from storybook romance to a narrow escape from Hansel and Gretel’s witch.

It was a familiar story. While Q-Law received most of its funding from its flashier cases, the national attention garnered through their work on major legislation, fancy galas, and private benefactors, from a caseload perspective, a plurality of their work was in family law. Domestic violence cases in particular. Q-Law was there to serve a need in the queer community and, tragically, that’s where the greatest need lay.

What made this story different for Janus was he didn’t need to ask if anyone at his client’s workplace had the faintest inkling of just how bad, just how dangerous his home life had been.

Janus had had none.

Shame bubbled in his chest as Roman’s tight-lipped admonition ran laps through his mind. ‘Maybe you don’t actually know him as well as you think you do.’ This interview proved he most certainly did not.

He turned to a fresh page. “And which of these injuries did you actually seek care for?” Logan curled in on himself, the implied accusation harsh even to Janus’ ears. “That came out wrong, I’m sorry. I simply wish to retrieve hospital records,” he said.

“Do you—” Logan shivered and Janus checked the thermostat. The office was set to 71°F. “Do you really think that will be necessary?”

He frowned and sat back in his chair. Janus was accustomed to clients, particularly DV clients, demonstrating resistance to reliving and retreading these parts of their lives. But Logan was a lawyer. A lawyer who, thanks to his now explainable eagerness to pick up so many of the toughest DV cases, was arguably the most experienced DV trial lawyer in the firm.

What wasn’t he getting about this?

“We’ve only seen the initial petition, Logan,” Janus began as carefully as he could. A spark of annoyance he couldn’t quite suppress buzzed in his mind. “If she alleges any sort of—”

“I never hurt her. Not even—” His voice fell away and his eyes were drawn to the door. Fuck, he was losing him.

Janus looked down at the desk between them. He stood, wincing when Logan flinched. He brought his legal pad and a pen and sat at the other end of the couch, nothing between them now but a few feet of overstuffed leather sofa.

“What can you share, Logan?” he asked softly.

“I…” He sighed, shoulders curled over and he held out his right hand. A vague recollection of a college sports injury explaining away the titanium pins that triggered court metal detectors flicked across Janus’ mind.

“I had surgery at Evergreen for my wrist fracture. Started at the emergency room. There will be X-rays.” Janus’ pen flew across the page. “I left… AMA from Recovery.” He massaged the bone just above his wrist and from here, Janus could see the three little white lines from the incisions. “Kelly came by with the kids and… drove me home.”

“She convinced you to leave against medical advice?”

Logan looked away. “The doctor had called a social worker because my injuries were ‘inconsistent with the patient’s reported cause.’”

Janus nodded slowly and made a few marks on the page before flipping back to review the full list of incidents Logan had recounted. “This was in October 2011?”

“After Patton’s first diagnosis.”

He nodded again and flipped back to the mostly blank page, pen hovering over the sheet, ready for the next set of records to requisition. When Logan remained silent, Janus looked up. “Whenever you’re ready,” he prompted gently.

“That’s it.”

“What do you mean, ‘that’s it?’” He stared at Logan, brow furrowed as he turned again to the pages detailing the times their arguments had turned violent. The times that bitch had turned violent.

“That was the only injury for which I sought care.” His voice was stiff. Formal.

“What?” Janus hissed, calm façade cracking as he scanned the list. “You—your—The fractures in your hand?” Logan shook his head, eyes on the floor. “Your concussions, the burn, the—the tear in your lobe, you—”

“Dermabond surgical adhesive was sufficient to stop the bleeding.“

Janus scoffed. “You can’t just order that shit from Amazon!”

Logan merely shrugged. “It’s a basic veterinary supply. It isn’t that difficult to acquire.”

“I see,” Janus said more to his notepad than his client. Logan had used fucking vetbond on himself then went to work the next day like nothing had happened. His employee. His co-worker. Sour acid churned in his stomach. 

‘He’s your friend, too…’

Roman had been wrong. Janus had not been his friend.

He watched Logan over the top of his legal pad. Shame crawling up his spine, he wondered how many times he’d fucking laughed when Devin had sat where Logan was now and remarked how clumsy their quiet co-worker must be to so often have had some sort of limp or bandage or…

No. He couldn’t undo any of that. But he could fight like hell for Logan now. 

“Do you have friends who would be willing to support any of this with contemporaneous reports?” he asked, trying a new tactic. “Neighbors? Anyone you’ve been close with who knew what had really happened and would give a statement?”

“No,” Logan said. His fingers tapped the side of his knee in what more closely resembled a tremor than a fidget.

“What makes you so sure they’d be unwilling to come forward?” Despite humanity's general unwillingness to rock the boat even to save a person from drowning, Janus couldn’t imagine everyone in Logan’s life would be so reluctant to help. With the notable exception of Devin, Logan had always been kind and thoughtful to everyone in the office, unerringly polite and considerate. The first to pass around a card for birthdays or tragedies, despite the glaring omission of his own. There had to be someone.

“We could ensure their anonymity if they’re concerned about… social ramifications. She wouldn’t need to know they’d said anything.”

It was like convincing a rock. He wouldn’t even look up. “Logan, we’ve done it before. Domestic violence situations, particularly when witnesses consider both parties friends and—”

Logan shook his head. “You misunderstand me. I mean I… I have no… confidants from that period of my life. Your, ah…” Logan crossed and uncrossed his legs then wrapped his arms around his stomach, hugging himself. “Your brother-in-law is my first friend in a very long time.”

He looked down at his statement. “You… “ Sighing, he set the legal pad face down on the coffee table and turned in his seat to face Logan properly. “You have been through so much and…” He met his eyes. 

Janus used to wonder how people could be so blind when the people around them were suffering. How people could waltz through their days, ignoring the obvious hurt of those around them. But he’d been just as bad. Just as oblivious. “I'm sorry I never noticed the signs. That I never tried to help you.”

Logan looked away, rubbing the fingers of his left hand. Janus had always thought it a nervous habit. Now he wondered how much the mis-fused bones pained him. And how much of it was a reminder of that fight.

Finally, Logan shrugged. “I made every effort to ensure there was nothing for anyone to notice.”

They sat in awkward silence for a few moments, then Janus stood. “Can I make you some tea?” Logan looked up, surprise cutting through his mask. Janus smiled and spread his hands, gesturing toward the little kettle and bamboo box of matcha. “I know I could use a cup. I imagine you could, too.”

Logan huffed. “Got anything stronger than tea?”

Shaking his head, Janus chuckled and pulled his five-year Alcoholics Anonymous chip from his pocket. “Nope.”

“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, I—I didn’t know.”

“It’s all right, Logan. We… we’ve both had our secrets, haven’t we?” Janus checked the kettle and clicked it on, then pulled two mugs from underneath the tea caddy. “How long have we known each other?”

“Almost twenty-two years.”

Janus shook his head. “Far too long to not actually know each other.”

“Perhaps,” he said. 

The water rumbled in the kettle and Janus whisked it into the powder in the chawan, the steam carrying the bright, clean scent through the room.

“May I help with the tea?” Logan began to rise. “You don’t need to serve me.”

“Yes, actually, I do.” Janus looked over his shoulder and winked. “You’re older, so I pour the tea.”

Sitting back down, Logan shook his head, a tiny scowl wrinkling his brow. “I can’t be that much older than you.”

“Very nearly nine months,” Janus smiled as he poured Logan’s tea, then his own, and set both cups down on the table.

Logan’s face couldn’t decide if he should glare or grin.

“Don’t worry,” Janus nodded and waited for Logan to pick up his cup. “I promise I won’t rub it in too much.”

Smiling, Logan took a sip and set down his cup. 

“Besides, it’s bad manners to mock the elderly.”

A sudden belly laugh burst from the ordinarily quiet man.

“Careful there,” Janus murmured, sipping his tea. “Too much excitement at your age can't be healthy.” Shoulders shaking, Logan laughed until there were tears in his eyes and Janus passed him another tissue.

Janus slid a little closer on the couch and smiled. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you really laugh.”

“Well,” Logan nodded and raised his cup. “Here’s to twenty-two more years of hearing it.”

By the time they finished their tea, the clock on Janus’ desk chimed six times. “Damn,” he muttered, pulling out his phone and confirming just how late it really was. “I hope I’m not keeping you from your boys.”

“No,” Logan shook his head, turning the little cup in his hands. “Not at all. Patton is at Kelly’s this week. I’m not needed.” Janus frowned at his phrasing and Logan fumbled to explain. “He carpooled after school, and the…” He looked down and the desk lamp cast long shadows across his face, exaggerating the dark circles under his eyes. “The quarter’s started at Western.”

“Hmm.” More shaken by Logan's words than he wanted to admit, Janus took their empty cups and placed them in the basin on the bottom shelf of his tea caddy. “Any plans for dinner, then?”

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Many thoughts 🫠

No woman had ever looked at him the way you did. Almost expectantly. Like you trusted him. You had a smart mouth on you, and he never knew what you were going to say when you smirked at him. His response to you still caught him off guard. He wanted to keep being surprised by you.

I mean it's almost sad that he has never had a similar experience with a woman 🥺

When he bottomed out, tight balls resting against your ass, you kissed him frantically. Your fingers were raking through his hair as you shivered and said, "You feel so good." Jake grunted, trying to keep himself from thrusting. "Thick and warm. I like this so much better without a condom," you sighed. "Oh god," he groaned against your lips.

As if he needed it, she also spurs him on 🫠

Only Jake was allowed to do this to you. Only he was allowed to skip a condom. Your whole body shivered in pleasure as you thought about it, and your voice filled your own ears as your orgasm took over. Your hips were bouncing up against his where you could feel him against your clit and every spot inside that made you go wild. You were chanting his name in time with your movements, unable to stop the needy whine from lacing your tone.

🥵🤤😮‍💨

But the longer Jake kissed you and let you lick his cum from his fingers, you started to panic. It was like you'd been in a bubble with him. Safe and secure with nobody else to concern yourselves with. You had class tomorrow. He had to go to work. He had invited you to stay for the entire weekend, but he was going to want his space back. Now that he upheld his end of the deal, and then some, he deserved to have you out of his hair so he could get on with his regular routine. Plan for the next weekend. The next girl.

No no no don't think like that 😬

Of course he had. It was good every single time. There was a reason he was able to bring you so much pleasure, and it had nothing to do with you being what he wanted. "You're so good at fucking, no wonder all the tag chasers want you." You laughed sarcastically even as your throat grew tight with unshed tears. "I'm sure they all missed you this weekend. You can get back to them soon."

I'm SCREAMING!! I wanna take her by the shoulder and shake her to stop talking

His green eyes looked stern now, and his voice was strained as he said, "I'm not.... look, sex isn't the only thing I'm interested in." He sounded hurt, but you knew where you stood now that it was Sunday evening.

Poor Jake, but just tell her your feeling problem solved 🤦🏻‍♀️

"But you took care of me," you replied as tears stung your eyes. "You brought me back here and helped me with my problem after I practically begged you to. And you were so good at it. You knew exactly what to do." He sat up a little more and hung his head. "You never had a problem. Okay? And it wasn't just fucking to me. I don't know if you're too naive to understand the difference, or if you just weren't paying attention, but don't try to make me feel cheap now."

This is breaking my heart, it feels like a horrible breakup that i am witnessing here😭

He was still gentle as he took your hand, and you followed him into the bathroom where he ran a wet washcloth along your skin before cleaning himself up as well. He looked sad, and he didn't meet your eyes again. And maybe that was a good thing, because you were sure your tears would start if he did. 

Bitch my tears have already started 😭🥲

You wanted to stay. You didn't want to leave until the last possible minute when he needed to get some sleep for work. You wanted to kiss him and tell him you never wanted to make him feel bad about himself, but you kept quiet instead.

No!! Don't keep quiet!!

He was still sweet now as he silently got you ready to go. He wasn't cheap, and that wasn't even how you thought of him. "I'm sorry, Jake," you whispered, and he finally looked up at your face. "You were perfect."

🥺😭🥺😭

He made love to you and let you pick his heart up right out of his chest. You let him get comfortable around you, and then equated him to someone with a one track mind who was only good at one thing. And now you were looking at him as your lip quivered, and all he wanted to do was pull you against his body and tell you it was all okay. But he wasn't really sure if it was. He'd been better for you this weekend than he could ever remember being with anyone else in his entire adult life, and he didn't want to ruin the bits of his memories that would still feel good later.

It was dark outside when he opened the passenger side door of his truck, and you held onto his hand for a full minute before climbing inside. It took all of his strength not to lean in and kiss you.

Then don't use all your strength!!

"If you ever need something, call me. You can trust me," he promised as he typed his name into your address book. "I know I can," you whispered, sniffing again as his fingers fumbled through typing out his phone number. When he hit save, your phone died, and he wasn't sure if the number would be there or not the next time you turned it on. The thought settled like a brick in his chest, but you were already reaching for your phone and purse as you leaned in to kiss his cheek. You sobbed, "Thank you," before opening the door and slamming it shut again after you climbed out. Then Jake watched you run toward the building as you wiped the back of your hand along your cheek.

I'm not well 😭😭😭

Everything about this just broke my heart 💔 I really hope the number is there otherwise she has to drag her in fake leather dressed ass back to the harddeck ASAP for my sake 🥲

Mr. Right Now Part 9 | Hangman x Reader

Summary: You have a hold on Jake like nobody ever has before. You've got him breaking rules and tripping over his own feelings. But he should have known from the start how things would end. You should have, too.

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, adult language, unprotected p in v intercourse, 18+

Length: 2900 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Why is Jake on my masterlist!? Mr. Right Now masterlist

He had to be completely out of his mind. Taking you without a condom was going to make his desire to be with you so much stronger. He knew that, but he had you spread out on his bed anyway. Even entertaining the idea of sliding inside you bare was enough to make him come, but he needed to make sure, once again, that he was good for you. And that he pulled out in time.

No woman had ever looked at him the way you did. Almost expectantly. Like you trusted him. You had a smart mouth on you, and he never knew what you were going to say when you smirked at him. His response to you still caught him off guard. He wanted to keep being surprised by you.

But as he watched you touching yourself, it wasn't surprising at all that he was about to cave to what you asked for. You were soaking wet, whimpering his name while your fingers glided through your gorgeous pussy. Your body was like a beacon that lured him in, and he needed to touch you. He kissed you everywhere, trying to get himself under control, but every brush of his lips to your breasts made his heart beat faster. Every time he kissed you, it made him feel so much warmer. He was dizzy as he replaced your fingers with the tip of his cock, running it through your pussy.

"You do something crazy to me, Darlin'," he crooned next to your ear as he pushed against your opening, giving you just the tip. You were so tight, but your body invited him to go further, practically pulling him in. "Can't get enough."

A soft whine escaped your lips as he gave you another inch, and you spread your legs wider. Jake kissed away all of the sounds you made, wanting to taste them in his mouth. You body coaxed him deeper, and he went willingly, basking in your wet warmth without any barrier to dampen just how fucking good you felt to him. No, he wasn't going to recover from this.

When he bottomed out, tight balls resting against your ass, you kissed him frantically. Your fingers were raking through his hair as you shivered and said, "You feel so good." Jake grunted, trying to keep himself from thrusting. "Thick and warm. I like this so much better without a condom," you sighed.

"Oh god," he groaned against your lips. Every sensation was heightened. He could feel so much more pleasure, but it was the lightheaded feeling of making you his own that spurred him on. He gave you one slow thrust, and your beautiful response filled his ears. Your skin and warm pussy were everywhere. Your body was all he needed to know. He wanted you to have everything you deserved right now. "You feel exquisite. And I just want to make you come this way."

"Jake," you gasped, eyes fluttering closed as he pushed himself deeper. 

Your clit was pressed against him, and he could feel everything as you gripped him softly, and he grabbed at your hips to calm himself down. Raw excitement bubbled up inside him as he glided in and out of your body, eliciting filthy fucking moans from you. He kissed your soft skin and breathed in the scent of your hair as he maintained an almost painfully slow pace that he knew would eventually have your pussy milking him for everything he was worth.

"It's so good," you whispered. "So good. So good!"

His teeth grazed your ear as he grunted your name. "This bare pussy is just for me, right?"

"Uh huh."

But that wasn't good enough for him. His voice was shaking with arousal, skin slick with sweat, and he needed to hear your voice assuring him. "I want to hear you say it, Darlin'. What are you always going to make sure guys do?"

Your hands eased down the back of his neck and across his shoulders. "Wear a condom," you replied breathlessly.

"Good girl," he praised, and you whimpered in response. "Who's allowed to fuck you without one?"

He pushed himself deep again, and your pussy responded by pulsing around him as you said, "Just you."

"That's right," he grunted, withdrawing himself slowly, letting you feel every inch. "Lesson twelve: I'm the only one allowed to do this to you."

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Your fingertips were numb. Maybe you should have been concerned about that as you grabbed at Jake's biceps, but the rest of you felt like you were about to unlock the secrets of the universe. Every sound you made was absorbed by his kisses as he fucked you just right. It was different without a condom. Better. Way better. And you could tell he thought so as well.

His hands were all over your body, and he couldn't seem to decide if he'd rather call you Darlin' or use your first name. Both sounded pretty in his voice as he pumped his hips against you, and you arched your back off his bed, ready to come for him. Just like he wanted. Just like you needed. But he drew it out of you methodically, and you knew it was going to be so good.

When pleasure washed through your veins, your fingers dug in tighter as you pulsed around his cock. Your brain was buzzing, and you knew he was going to have to pull out when it was time, but you couldn't speak a single word other than his name as you shook your head back and forth against the bed. Each time you thought you reached the peak, it just kept getting better, and all of your senses were heightened as you came crashing back down to the bed, still coming hard.

Only Jake was allowed to do this to you. Only he was allowed to skip a condom. Your whole body shivered in pleasure as you thought about it, and your voice filled your own ears as your orgasm took over. Your hips were bouncing up against his where you could feel him against your clit and every spot inside that made you go wild. You were chanting his name in time with your movements, unable to stop the needy whine from lacing your tone.

"Oh god, Jake!"

"Jesus Christ. You're so fucking good," he crooned, stroking your clit softly as you basked in the little aftershocks. He was still deep inside you, body wound tight like a coil, and you knew he was close.

A few more thrusts and he was a moaning mess, sucking on your neck before pulling his lips away. Then he was upright between your spread legs, and you looked at his wild green eyes as he fucked you with shallow strokes. "I'm right there, Darlin'," he panted. "I'm gonna cum."

When you smiled and nodded, he yanked himself free from your body, and one stroke in his hand left him coating up your belly. A ribbon of his cum landed on your breasts, and then he jerked himself off right onto your pussy, rubbing it into your skin with the tip of his cock. 

His shoulders were rising and falling, and his cheeks were growing pink again as he looked at what he'd done to your body. When you ran your index finger across your nipple and brought his cum to your mouth to taste him, his lips were on yours. You ran your hand along his shoulder and back up to his hair as his tongue tangled with yours. Now he was a mess, too, but you liked it this way. His movements were unhurried, so you didn't try to move yet.

His bedroom was getting a little darker. You could tell the sun would be setting soon, and maybe that was why he seemed to be in no rush to get the two of you cleaned up. You didn't want to leave. You wanted him to tell you the same thing. You'd gotten comfortable here where it was only the two of you. Since the first time he touched you, everything had felt easier than you ever anticipated.

But the longer Jake kissed you and let you lick his cum from his fingers, you started to panic. It was like you'd been in a bubble with him. Safe and secure with nobody else to concern yourselves with. You had class tomorrow. He had to go to work. He had invited you to stay for the entire weekend, but he was going to want his space back. Now that he upheld his end of the deal, and then some, he deserved to have you out of his hair so he could get on with his regular routine. Plan for the next weekend. The next girl.

When you stopped returning his kisses, he pulled back right away. "Alright, Darlin'?" he whispered, a touch of confusion clouding his smile. Suddenly you wanted to cry as you swallowed the lump of mixed emotion in your throat.

"Yeah," you replied softly, but it sounded fake to your own ears. It was hard to breathe. 

"Didn't I make you feel good?"

Of course he had. It was good every single time. There was a reason he was able to bring you so much pleasure, and it had nothing to do with you being what he wanted. "You're so good at fucking, no wonder all the tag chasers want you." You laughed sarcastically even as your throat grew tight with unshed tears. "I'm sure they all missed you this weekend. You can get back to them soon."

Jake's brow creased as his lips formed a frown. You had no idea why you said that to him. What was wrong with you? You'd been trying not to think about them all weekend. And now you'd never be able to take back what you just said.

His green eyes looked stern now, and his voice was strained as he said, "I'm not.... look, sex isn't the only thing I'm interested in." He sounded hurt, but you knew where you stood now that it was Sunday evening. You were a novelty worth two nights instead of one.

"But you took care of me," you replied as tears stung your eyes. "You brought me back here and helped me with my problem after I practically begged you to. And you were so good at it. You knew exactly what to do."

He sat up a little more and hung his head. "You never had a problem. Okay? And it wasn't just fucking to me. I don't know if you're too naive to understand the difference, or if you just weren't paying attention, but don't try to make me feel cheap now."

Both of you were coated up in his sticky cum, and even as you spoke again, you wanted to take back all of your words immediately. But you didn't want to cry here, and you didn't know what else to do. "I think you should drive me home."

Jake met your gaze, green eyes full of pain. "Darlin'," he started before pausing and pressing his lips together in a thin line. "Yeah. Okay."

He was still gentle as he took your hand, and you followed him into the bathroom where he ran a wet washcloth along your skin before cleaning himself up as well. He looked sad, and he didn't meet your eyes again. And maybe that was a good thing, because you were sure your tears would start if he did. 

You wanted to stay. You didn't want to leave until the last possible minute when he needed to get some sleep for work. You wanted to kiss him and tell him you never wanted to make him feel bad about himself, but you kept quiet instead. Silently, you followed him back to his bedroom where he pulled on the TOP GUN shirt you'd been wearing earlier along with a pair of his discarded gym shorts you were pretty sure would have to smell like your arousal.

You didn't know where any of your clothing was since it ended up all over the place two nights ago, but he seemed to know where to find everything. He pulled your tank top carefully over your head, but he still didn't meet your eyes. Then he grabbed your leather skirt from the arm of the couch and helped you back into it before zipping it up. Jake pointed at the couch as he picked up your sneakers, and after you sat down, he knelt in front of you, tying them for you after putting them on.

He was still sweet now as he silently got you ready to go. He wasn't cheap, and that wasn't even how you thought of him. "I'm sorry, Jake," you whispered, and he finally looked up at your face. "You were perfect."

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Your apology rang in his ears, but he didn't know what else could be said about the weekend at this point. He wasn't perfect; you and he were perfect together. But you'd just thrown everything he did with you back in his face like you didn't seem to understand how much that was going to hurt him. It wasn't like he'd been thinking about other women while you were here. That was the furthest thing from his mind when you were in his arms.

He made love to you and let you pick his heart up right out of his chest. You let him get comfortable around you, and then equated him to someone with a one track mind who was only good at one thing. And now you were looking at him as your lip quivered, and all he wanted to do was pull you against his body and tell you it was all okay. But he wasn't really sure if it was. He'd been better for you this weekend than he could ever remember being with anyone else in his entire adult life, and he didn't want to ruin the bits of his memories that would still feel good later.

"Let's get you home," he whispered, and your gaze fell to the floor. He stood and reached for your hand, and you took it, walking a half step behind him like you didn't want to leave after all.

It was hard to breathe as he grabbed his keys and your purse from the kitchen counter. He thought about the three unused condoms still inside. Maybe you'd find someone more your style to share them with. The idea of it made him sick, and he wanted more than anything right now to remind you that you'd promised to use a condom with everyone else. But now all of the lessons sounded idiotic in his mind when he thought about them. You were never here for him. You were here for yourself. You could make your own decisions, because you were an adult. It didn't matter that he was half in love with you.

It was dark outside when he opened the passenger side door of his truck, and you held onto his hand for a full minute before climbing inside. It took all of his strength not to lean in and kiss you. He closed the door softly and got in the other side, and after that, the only sound was your soft voice giving him directions to your dorm.

It wasn't until he pulled up in front of the student housing and looked at the building through the window that he shook his head. You were too young to want to date him, and he should have remembered his place in all of this. It wasn't like it was your fault that he hadn't. He just got too caught up in the way you made him feel. When he turned to look at you, his heart melted as he watched you biting your lip apprehensively.

"It's alright, Darlin'. You didn't do anything wrong."

When you sniffed softly, he picked your purse up from the seat next to you and opened it up. Your phone battery was almost dead, and he had to have you unlock it for him, but then he went into your contacts to add his number.

"If you ever need something, call me. You can trust me," he promised as he typed his name into your address book.

"I know I can," you whispered, sniffing again as his fingers fumbled through typing out his phone number. When he hit save, your phone died, and he wasn't sure if the number would be there or not the next time you turned it on. The thought settled like a brick in his chest, but you were already reaching for your phone and purse as you leaned in to kiss his cheek. You sobbed, "Thank you," before opening the door and slamming it shut again after you climbed out. Then Jake watched you run toward the building as you wiped the back of your hand along your cheek.

He didn't move an inch until he made sure you were safely inside, catching one last glimpse of your sneakers as he realized he'd probably never see you again.

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Well. She really freaked herself out. And she made him feel like shit. And he made her feel small for the first time all weekend. And now they have said goodbye. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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Pretty Pet // Lee Minho

This is a fanfiction!! It is NOT real!

Warnings: reader having money problems, readers mother leaving her, mean leeknow ( forgive me pls 😞🙏) , reader becoming a pet for leeknow, sort of blackmailing?? (Idk the word, im not english sryy), kissing

Let me know if I forgot

Not proof read!

(I AM NOT ENGLISH SO THERE MIGHT BE MISTAKES)

I rlly like it hehe might make part 2!!

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Lee minho.

That was his name, the richest boy on campus

He was rich, filthy rich.

Yet also a mean person who never cared about others

He always comes to school in a limo or a rolls-royce, while you on the other hand, weren’t so stable when it came to money.

Your mother had left due to an argument when you were little, and you father was left to provide for the both of you.

You worked a few part-time jobs to bring more money in, yet it wasn’t always enough.

Which is why you vowed to study hard and become rich later, and to spoil your father for staying with you when your mother had left.

One day, he invited you to a party of his.

He walked up to you and said:”Hey (y/n)!! Im throwing my birthday party this weekend on sunday! Wanna come?”

You were surprised but agreed, since you didn’t have money to buy nice clothes you just wore a normal, simple dress to his party.

As soon as you arrived, Leeknow’s friends started laughing really hard.

You just stood there, clueless, while Leeknow came up to you.

“Are you serious? I give you an invitation to my party and you actually have the audacity to show up like this?”

“What?!” You were quite annoyed,

“Your too broke to buy nice clothes?” He mocked.

You just stared at him angrily.

“Well not everyone is born with a golden spoon yknow?..” you mutter out.

“I made this money myself, you peasant.”

And then the others laughed at your mistake, while you stood there embarrassed.

“Gosh youre so dumb.”

And that was it.

You snapped as you slapped him and ran away.

The guests were all flabbergasted.

It was so silent you could hear a pin fall.

You just got to the exit and dialed a taxi to brung you home.

Little did you know, it was probably not a smart choice to do that..

The next day came, you got ready and left for college.

Everyone was whispering about you and giving you mean glances.

You simply chose to ignore this and went up to your locker.

You opened your locker and out your stuff in it.

But then as you turned around you noticed someone behind you.

You looked up and saw Leeknow starring daggers at you.

“You think you’re going to get away with embarrassing me at my OWN party?”

You then pushed him away and went to your class.

After all your lessons you went to the school bathroom.

Leeknow silently followed you in the hall and before you got inside the bathroom he pinned you to the wall besides the door.

“Gotcha”

He whispered.

“Please stop” you said.

“Ill make your life a fucking hell, I’ll make sure your dad gets fired” he then answered.

“What?!- who do you think you are? You can’t just do that?!”

“Yes I can and I will.”

He gripped your wrist so hard it was painful.

“O-Ow.. you whimpered out

You started tearing up.

“Aww, is the little brat gonna cry?” He cooed.

After a while he said this: “you know what? Let’s make a deal, you become my pet and listen to every single thing I tell you to do, and in return I will spoil you, make sure your dad will keep his job.

I’ll let you have a little taste of how it is to be rich.”

He said.

“Y-Your pet?..” you mutter out confused.

“Correct, if you become my pet nothing bad will happen to you, trust me, I will spoil you and you can spend my money all you want.” He smirks.

Gently tucking your hair behind your ears and leaning in closer.

“C-Can I give some of that money to my dad?..” you whispered.

“Hmm, if you’re a good pet then I guess it wont hurt to do so.” He shrugged.

“Okay then..” you agreed…

“Good, now come with me, we’re skipping school to go on a.. what was it?.. a shopping spree or sum.”

You silently complied and walked behind him as he led you to his car.

You stepped in and immediately noticed the expensive smell of wood and vanilla mixed together.

Leeknow gave his driver a location to go to as you put on your seatbelt.

Soon you guys were driving through the city, with the sky a mix of orange and pink, the clouds looking beautiful.

Oh boy… was this a good idea?…

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OKAY SO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT!!

I wanna make part 2 sooo bad, I just hope people will see and read this thoughhhh

Anyways, if you read it all then thank you so so much!! ✨

[bb-eilish]

Heyy, how are you? I hope you are doing well and taking necessary breaks/rest I was wondering if I could I have some Rodrick Heffley (Devon Bostick) smut??

You don’t have too if it will make you uncomfortable!!

Have a good day or night <3 <3

aw thank you so much and omg yes

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x fem!reader

Warnings: Dirty talk, dom!rodrick sub!reader, teasing, p in v sex, begging, pet names, praising.

You’ve had your eyes on Rodrick Heffley for a while now, everything about him attracts you. His hair, his passion for drumming, his eyeliner, and so much more.

You don’t know what you did to get such good news, Susan called you asking if you’d babysit Greg, Rowley, and Rodrick so they don’t have another party this weekend.

Of course, you accepted immediately, it paid well and you got to stay with Rodrick for 3 days.

Your friends went CRAZY when you told them about it, making lewd gestures as well.

You park your car in their driveway and mentally prepare yourself as you get out. The steps to their door intimidated you more and more, you ring the doorbell and put on your brightest smile as they open the door.

“Y/n, right on time” Mr.Heffley says, “of course, she would be, her mom speaks so well of her at the PTA meetings” Mrs. Heffley chuckles and invites you inside.

“Am I allowed to take the boys places? Like to the movies or to get some food?” You politely ask, ideas running through your head.

“Oh sure, there should be enough money on the counter for you guys to do something fun” She smiles at you, holding Manny.

“Sounds great, I hope you guys have fun!” You smile at them as they leave, they yell goodbye at their kids. Only Greg and Rowley return the goodbye from the living room.

The door closes and you head to the couch, “so what do you guys wanna do?” You ask as you pull out your phone, “I have my license so give me some ideas”.

The boys look like they just won the lottery, “Can we go to the country club Rowley’s family goes to?” Greg asks, eagerly awaiting your answer.

You mull it over your head and accept, it sounds pretty sick.

“Go tell Rodrick to get ready while you’re up there” you say while the boys bolt up the stairs.

“Get ready for what?” A voice asks from behind you, you turn to Rodrick leaning against the doorway in the kitchen.

Trying not to eye him you say, “The boys wanna go to the pool so i’m driving everyone”

His eyes light up and a shit eating grin settles on his face, he makes his way up the stairs to get ready you assume.

After about 10 minutes of waiting the 3 boys all pile downstairs, the younger ones adorning pool toys. You giggle at the sunscreen on their noses, the noise dying in your throat as you see Rodrick behind them. He looks really good in sunglasses.

“Alright everyone, get in my car. It’s unlocked” They do as you say as you get up to get the money Susan left on the counter.

You faintly hear, “I call shotgun, nerds” trying not to laugh too loudly you meet them in the driveway.

Your fingers rake your hair away from your face as you you make eye contact with Rodrick. He shoots you a wink and climbs in. You’re left a little stunned, a moment passes before you get in the car as well.

The boys in the back are already wearing their seatbelts. You get Rowley to tell you the address so you can put it into your car's GPS.

You pull out of the driveway and follow the directions to the country club, wondering what bikini you should wear. You immediately go with black, it looks good on you and you know it’s someone’s favorite color.

You tap your fingers on the steering wheel as a Nirvana song starts playing on the radio.

You’re at a red light when you hear Rowley whispering to Greg, “I think your brother likes her” You pretend you don’t hear them as the light turns green.

You’re almost there when a car almost swerves entirely into your lane. You honk your horn and let out a “fucking bitch” under your breath.

“You suck at driving” Rodrick snickers in the passenger side, you playfully gasp and hit him in the arm.

“I do not, that asshole swerved into MY lane” you laugh.

You enter the parking lot and let out the 2 boys in the back, you know they’re gonna hate waiting for you to find a parking space. This place is packed.

So it’s just you and Rodrick, you’re scanning another section of the lot before asking him to grab your suitcase that’s on the ground behind your seat.

He stretches over to it and brushes against your shoulder, you grip the steering wheel and finally find a place.

He puts your suitcase on the backseat and you thank him, putting the car in park. You unclip your seatbelt and turn your body so you’re facing the backseat on your knees. Reaching over to open the suitcase and grab the bikini.

When you’re sitting probably again you turn off the car and open the door. Making sure you have everything you push the door shut, after Rodrick shuts the door as well you lock the car and you guys are walking towards the entrance. His hand grazing yours a few times.

“Fuck, where’s the bathroom? I gotta change” You both look around the lobby until your eyes land on some signs on the wall.

“Do you want me to put any of your stuff in a locker? I’m gonna need one anyway” You ask halfway through the door for the women’s bathroom.

“Yea, here” He mutters as he takes off his unbuttoned shirt. You flirtatiously eye him up and down, grabbing the shirt from his hands. You sway your hips a little as you walk into the bathroom/locker room.

Going into a stall you shut the door and undress, you put the bikini top on last and can’t seem to tie it right. You groan and put an arm over your boobs so the cloth laying on it doesn’t move.

You open the door and find a locker, shoving all of the stuff you don’t need into it.

You’re embarrassed as you leave the bathroom with your top untied. You scan the lobby for Rodrick, nothing.

You finally find him near the pool, eating some fries that are next to him.

“Are those yours?” You question, you weren’t gone for very long how did he already order food?.

“Nope” he says shortly, that makes sense.

“Can you tie my bikini top? I can’t do it” The second you say bikini he slides his sunglasses down his nose and stares at you. You place the bottle of sunscreen in your hand on the table next to the mysterious fries.

You raise your eyebrows silently questioning him, “oh, yea, of course” You turn and can feel his presence behind you, fingertips softly meeting your back as he finds the strings. He ties it and taps your waist signaling that he’s done. “When did you get that belly button piercing?” He mutters in your direction, “why? do you like it?” You tease, smirking at him.

Finding the chair next to his, you grab the sunscreen and spray it on your arms, legs, and torso. “Roddy, can you get my back for me?” You pout at him, he bites his lip and takes the can from you.

You stand up and turn around for him once more, you jump a little when the cold spray hits your back. Your ass grazes his crotch midjump and he stills, taking a deep breath he sprays the rest of your back.

“All done” he says, you swear his voice lowered an octave. “Well I’m gonna go swimming, wanna join the boys and me?” You ask already walking to the edge of the pool, he springs up and takes off his sunglasses.

“What are you guys playing?” You question the 2 who stop splashing for a second.

“well, we were playing marco polo until he cheated” Rowley said, annoyed, “I didn’t cheat YOU cheated” Greg defends, and they go right back to splashing each other.

“Alright then…” you trail off heading for the pool stairs.

The water is extremely cold when you start walking down the stairs.

“Oh my god could they make this any colder?” An annoyed voice says right next to you, Rodrick looks like he’s in pain as he walks down the stairs as well.

“Hahaha, are you okay?” You laugh at him as he shivers, he looks back at you and freezes. Eyes settling on your chest, you take a peek down and realize your nipples are hard.

You cover your chest with your arms, “perv” you splash him and he squeals. You’re dying of laughter until he splashes you back and you gasp, “oh it’s on” you laugh.

Splashing him more, you guys take turns splashing each other for a good 10 minutes.

“Alright alright, I surrender” He puts his arms up, you stop splashing and giggle at him.

You look down at your stomach, the piercing showing through the water. You admire it, it looks so cute.

Rodrick seems to agree as he follows your gaze and licks his lips, he’s really into it. All he wants to do is get you alone and have a front-row seat of it.

You doggy paddle into the deeper end and he follows, “can you give me a piggy back ride? I’m tired now” you ask, getting closer to him.

You giggle more as you look at the stunned expression on his face. Before he can answer you’re already thanking him and pressing yourself to his back. He can feel your nipples through your bikini top and clenches his fists, jaw slack.

“You alright, Roddy? Am I too heavy?” He shakes his head, “N-no you’re fine, I’m just cold is all”

You smirk and whisper, “Well let’s heat you up then, shall we?” The smirk never leaving your face as you wrap your legs around him as well.

“All better?” You whisper mischievously.

All of a sudden he swings you around him, so you're face to face.

He looks pissed as he growls out, “If you keep teasing me I’ll have no choice other than fucking that bratty attitude out of you” You gasp and bite your lip, he leans closer and takes your jaw between his fingers. Pulling your lip from the confines of your front teeth.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks staring at your lips, you nod eagerly and he leans in more. Your first kiss with him was thigh clenchingly hot. His teeth nipped at you and it made you throb.

You break away to ask, “Can we go home, Roddy? I need you so bad” The pout on your face making his swimming trunks tighter.

“Fuck, yes” He kisses you briefly and lets you get off of him. You swim to the stairs and go up them, fast walking to your stuff on the pool chairs. Once you have it you step into the lobby and into the bathroom to change and grab your stuff.

You’re fully dressed and you grab your car keys, running the vehicle to unlock it.

You pull the car to the front so everyone can get in, taking a breath you ask, “did everyone have fun?” Glancing at the front mirror to look at the boys.

“Yea” they both said in unison, “try to contain your enthusiasm” you tease. You pull out of the parking lot when you hear “I had a lot of fun” from Rodrick. It makes you blush and chew your lip.

_______________________

“Alright we’re here” You announce, the boys slowly making their way out and to the front door. They look exhausted, as you all enter the house they go straight to Gregs room. “Let me know if you guys need anything” you call up to them, they grunt in understanding.

You feel a hand on your ass and gasp, Rodrick pushes you into the nearest wall and presses himself into your ass.

“Fuck, I’d bet you take my cock so well, y/n” He whispers into your ear hotly. You shudder when you feel his breath fan over your neck, trying your best not to moan. His hands slide up your sides and up to your clothed breasts. He squeezes and you can’t help but whimper. He chuckles darkly and pulls away, grabbing your hand to pull you to his room in the attic.

You don’t have much time to look around before he pushes you on his bed and takes off his shirt. You do the same and rub your thighs together as he eyes you.

“Can you take your bra off for me, baby?” He coos, you nod obediently and do as he says.

The second the fabric is off of you he connects your lips, kissing him made wetness pool in your underwear and you moaned. He pulled away slightly to kiss down your neck, then down the valley between your breasts and then down to your navel.

He looks up at you while he kisses around the piercing, you clench at the feeling and tip your head back.

“Can I take these off?” He plays with the hem of your pants as you agree, he yanks them down and off of you.

“You’re so pretty, y/n” He leans back down to kiss you, you don’t expect him to grind into you and it takes you by surprise. Moaning into his mouth you buck your hips, he smiles into the kiss.

“You’re so eager for my cock aren’t you?” He whispers against your lips, you whimper into him and buck your hips once more.

“Fuck I bet you’re so wet for me”

“Check”

He groans and drifts one of his hands down to your underwear, the action sprouts goosebumps in his wake. The first touch to your soaked slit has you letting out a shuddered breath, "Fuck, I knew you were wet for me but I didn't know you were soaking. You want it so bad don't you?" He growls as he strips you of your underwear, he stands at the end of the bed and positions you so your clenching hole is perfectly placed right under his clothed cock.

As he slips off his pants and boxers he looks you in the eyes and says, "Beg" you whine instead and wiggle your hips upward trying to feel him.

A moan rips from your throat as he slaps your cunt, the pain making the pleasure heightened. You can feel yourself throb and gush, "p-please, Roddy. I'm so ready for you, fuck, I need it so bad ple-

The beg dies in your throat as he teases his head up and down your slit, covering himself with your wetness.

You whine again trying to urge him, he obliges and pushes himself into you. Both of you trying your hardest not to moan too loud, "please move" you beg breathily.

He starts a steady pace and grips your hips muttering, "such a good girl for me, so wet and warm just for me" The filth coming from his mouth causes you to reach for him, any part you can grip you dig your nails into.

All of a sudden he grabs both your legs and puts them on his shoulders, the new position allowing him to reach deeper inside of you.

"You're so big, Roddy. I'm not gonna last long" He smirks at you, "yea? pretty girl gonna cum all over my cock? huh?" you nod frantically as your eyes roll into your head.

He leans down to kiss up and down your neck and collarbones again, licking and sucking as well. His hand shoots to your engorged clit and his thumb rubs circles into it.

His lips on your neck paired with the feeling of his cock splitting you open as well as his thumb abusing your clit renders you speechless.

"Gonna cum for me, baby?" a moan slips passed your swollen lips and you nod once more. "Me too, where do you want my cum, princess?" You try your hardest to put together a sentence, only able to let out a, "t-tits". He groans at the image of his cum covering your tits, bringing him closer and closer.

The pressure in your tummy releases and your mouth opens in a silent scream, clamping your eyes shut you arch in pleasure.

Rodrick's hip stutter as he keeps rubbing your clit, pulling out as he fists himself over your sweaty, twitching body. The sight of you has him cumming fast, he throws his head back and you whine at the feeling of his hot cum landing on your already hot and flushed skin.

You both catch your breath as he pulls out, "we still got 2 more days of this" he smirks slyly. You hit him playfully in the arm and drag him into a quick kiss.

[pmitchell]

the way you love me: slow and easy (part 1).  | jake “hangman” seresin x reader

the lyrics: I like the way your eyes dance when you laugh; and I like the sound of old R 'n' B, and you roll your eyes when I'm slightly off key.

warnings: I don’t think there is anything triggering, but if there is do let me know. Is fluff triggering?

pairings: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader

word count: 2,676 (10 minutes reading time)

author’s notes: Welcome to part 1 of the “The Way You Love Me” series; the entire thing is based on Boyzone’s I Love The Way You Love Me song, and each part is inspired by certain lyrics of the song (as written above the handsome gif). There’s probably gonna be 3-4 parts and this part might be the longest since I’m trying to set a tone and background for Jake & Reader. I promise, more exciting and fluffy parts coming 🥺 If you would like to be tagged, let me know! 

extra note: Reader is Penny’s niece and they’re really close; she’s like the mother the reader never had. She’s the opposite of Hangman; she is introverted and somewhat timid around new people. It will be important later 😉

songs to set the mood: I Love The Way You Love Me ; How Deep Is Your Love ; Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

You hated heat and humidity; one of your lifelong dream is to move somewhere with four seasons so you would only have to deal with about half a year of hot weather. Yet somehow life always manages to reel you back in to California even when you had decided to attend college and apply for jobs elsewhere. It was like a thin invisible thread was tethering you to the place.

Looking for shelter from the heat, you decided to stop by your aunt’s bar. You called her Aunt Penny, but really, she was more like the mother figure you’ve never had. You went behind the bar and got yourself a cold soda; the pop of the pull-tab and the fizzle of the small bubbles escaping told you it was gonna be such a refreshing drink. You immediately downed a few big gulps and exhaled in relief when you saw the back door open and in walked Penny and Pete.

“Hey, guys!” You greeted them, hiding the Coke behind you and grinning. Penny gave you a look like she already knew you stole that can. 

“Hey, (Y/N). We’re having a victory party tonight, you wanna come?” Pete invited. You knew he had planned this with Penny; they both knew you well enough to know that you hated parties and crowds.

“Oh, I can’t. I have a mountain of work to do,” you began to refuse.

“Come on. Tomorrow’s weekend; let loose a little,” Penny urged.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure it would be fun, but I really need to get it done,” you grimaced in apology.

Penny pursed her lips a little; she knew it was a long shot trying to get you to come, but it was worth the try. “Alright, well, at least stay and help me set up and then you can go if you want to,” she said.

You knew this was a ploy; she was hoping that one look at the party and you’d want to stay, but you decided to compromise because you knew you couldn’t say no to helping her out.

The Hard Deck started to come to life around sunset; all the pilots are hanging out in the back patio along with some people you assumed to have worked with them. They ordered food and beer, and Penny even had you order some pizza. You paid the delivery boy and decided to go around the bar instead of through the crowd inside. Five boxes of pizza almost covered your field of vision, but you were managing well until a blond man with green eyes and a charming smile too charming for his own good came up to you and offered to help.

“Let me help you with that,” Hangman said.

“Uh, n-no it’s fine, I got it,” you smiled politely, flustered by the sudden offer.

“No, it’s alright. I don’t wanna scrape sand off the pizza when you tumble all over that little slope,” he pointed to the sloping structure of sand you were about to traverse. You chuckled.

He didn’t wait for you to say yes and lifted them off your hands. He skipped over the slope easily as you had expected, and even managed to extend a hand to help you down but you refused and made it on your own. He was right; you would’ve fallen on your face if you had been carrying those five boxes.

“Thanks, Jake,” you smiled and he nodded. He looked like he wanted to say something, but watching you start to busy yourself with the food station, he left to greet his teammates.

Penny walked over to you, unstacking the boxes of pizza to put them on the table. “You know he’s leaving soon, right?” she said, glancing at Hangman’s way.

“Who?” You asked.

“Hangman,” she said. “I saw the way he looked at you when you first got here; he couldn’t keep his eyes off you but you never acknowledge him,” she added.

“I think I’ve got enough Navy pilots in the family already, don’t you think?” You said, referring to your father, uncle, and grandfather. “Especially now that you’re about to bring another one into the mix,” you looked at Pete who was laughing with Hangman and Rooster.

“Who says anything about inviting him to the family?” Penny teased, causing you to shake your head at the way she was picking apart your words to avoid your little jab at her. “I’m just saying maybe get to know him a little,” she added.

“You know me, I don’t do that whole casual dating thing and he looks exactly like the kind of guy who prefers one night stands,” you shrugged. “So, I’m good,” you sighed. You saw Penny open up a box of pineapple pizza. 

“That must be Mr. Hawaiian Shirt’s order,” you chuckled. You were only comfortable making jokes and jabs with someone you were familiar with, and Penny wished you would let someone else spend enough time to get to know this side of you.

Penny giggled with you and decided to seize an opportunity. “Jake!” Penny called out, and Hangman looked at the two of you to make sure he heard Penny right before heading over. 

“How can I help, ladies?” He asked, putting on his most charming smile. 

“(Y/N) wants to go home and deal with work, but I can’t let her do that. Keep eye on her, will you? Make sure she doesn’t go anywhere,” Penny said.

“I’m on it,” he nodded to her and looked at you with a grin on his lips.

You were about to say something to Penny, but she had already left and you watched as she walked right into Maverick’s arms. 

“Okay, since you’re stuck with me, what do you say we go over to the popular kids’ table?” Hangman offered, referring to the table where the other pilots are creating a ruckus.

You looked at everyone and realized that you hadn’t really gotten to know any of the pilots well other than Maverick. “Um, I think I’m good. I’m not exactly important here anyway. You guys are...clearly celebrating and I don’t wanna intrude,” you bobbed your head nervously.

“So you’re just gonna man the pizza station all night?” He asked.

You chuckled a little. “Maybe, I also thought of heading home since I was actually here just to help set up,” you said.

“Now, come on darling, you’re gonna break my heart like that?” He placed his hands on the table to prop his body up as he got into eye level with you. 

You couldn’t help but take a little step back. Hangman was always friendly with you, but you certainly never stood this close to him. “What do you mean?” You asked.

“I come here and you decide to head home? Am I really that repulsive?” He asked as he tried to hold back a smirk.

“I didn’t say that!” You tried to defend yourself as you could feel a flush coming to your cheeks. “I just-” you tried to explain but the man was already grinning and you knew he was messing with you.

“This is gonna be fun,” Jake acknowledged, loving the way he seemed to have gotten under your skin. He moved over to your side of the table and sat down on the bench.

You looked at him, not sure what he was doing. Jake looked up at you and said with a serious face, “I’m gonna help you man the station.” His hand patted on the spot right next to him. 

You sat down and laughed a little. “You’re not actually taking her seriously, are you?” You asked.

“Of course I am. I don’t wanna get on her bad side,” he pretended to shiver and you knew he meant getting on the other end of Penny’s bell. 

Hangman drummed his fingers on the the table. “Now, we gotta set up a game plan. We got a limited number of pizza and an entire mob of hungry Navy personnels. We gotta spread this out so that it’ll last us all night,” Jake said as if it was a serious strategy you had to think about. He began to open the pizza boxes and you realized he was looking for the best one. Once he found a box of pepperoni with extra cheese, he slid the box onto the space between you.

“Saving it for later,” he said, but then taking a slice, taking a big bite, and smiling at you. 

You let out a sincere laugh for the first time tonight and Jake watched you with amusement, surprised that you were capable of a laugh considering how quiet and reserved you had always been around him. “You’re stealing!” You pretended to speak low.

“This isn’t stealing, this is called getting here first. You see all these people? If we don’t act quick, they’re gonna beat us to it and we’re gonna be left with Rooster’s pineapple pizza,” he said, scrunching his face. 

Jake nudged the box towards you and you helped yourself to a slice. Without realizing, you hummed in satisfaction at how delicious the combination of cheese, tomato sauce, and pepperoni tasted. Jake laughed a little when he heard it and you covered your face and giggled, realizing what you did.

“Sorry, I just really love food,” you said.

“Don’t we all,” he laughed, going back to eating his pizza.

The party went on until closing time; the general crowd had disappeared but a few pilots stayed to help clean up. Really, it was just an excuse to extend the party. They had moved the party inside as soon as the crowd thinned out, so most of the mess was inside. Rooster had put in a coin into the jukebox to make cleaning up a much more fun task to endure. You watched everyone sing with mops, dusters, and trash bags in their hands just as you finished wiping down the tables outside.

The jukebox played Bee Gees’ How Deep Is Your Love and Rooster and Hangman began to sing with their brooms front and center. You spotted Maverick approach Penny with a beer bottle in his hand, singing to her and then pulling her into a dance when the first chorus started. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight as you hear her giggles from across the room, feeling a warm and fuzzy feeling in your heart as you watched them. 

You saw Payback pull Phoenix into a dance too and Bob was dancing along as he swept the floor. You saw Hangman notice you at the doorway and looked away, afraid that he might pull you in as well. You decided to walk out again and look at the beach ahead.

“Hey, you’re missing out on all the fun!” Hangman suddenly appeared at the doorway.

You turned around and smiled. “I’ll be there in a bit,” you said, turning back to appreciate your view. 

Hangman walked out and stood right next to you, staring at the view. He didn’t understand what was so special about a dark beach, so he turned to look at you. Your windswept hair and that little smile on your lips. He had imagined what it would be like to kiss you countless times; now that he was leaving, he was worried that he’d never get the chance. 

He never had a problem talking to girls or asking them out, but whenever he was around you, he always get his tongue tied. You were his opposite; quiet, sweet, and inherently good. People loved being around you, even if you never seem to notice it. He was intrigued by you, and it was not just because you were always so oblivious to his advances, but who you were.

“I’m leaving soon,” Hangman said, and immediately regretted it because he knew that was a shit line.

“I know, Penny told me. Fresno, right?” You made sure, since you had only heard about where his squadron was located.

“Yeah. Five hours away,” he said.

“Well, it was nice knowing you, Jake,” you smiled sincerely. 

He snickered and shook his head. “That’s it?” You looked at him, not sure what he was implying. “You can’t be serious?”

“What are you talking about?” 

“(Y/N), I’ve been-” He sighed exasperatedly. “I’ve been trying to ask you out this whole time. For three weeks I was here and I’ve been trying, but you never seem to even glance my way,” he said. “Tonight’s the first time I even got to talk to you for that long and all you can say is ‘it was nice knowing you’?”

You were taken aback, and you watched as he paced along the patio in frustration. “Jake, I-” you began but then stopped yourself, not even sure how to begin. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you were interested. I’ve seen the way you flirt with Penny or have some kind of banter with Phoenix that I don’t understand. I’ve seen you hang around the bar with some of the customers here often enough to know you wouldn’t be interested,” you said.

He placed his hands on his hips and looked at you. “You know what I think? I think you do know, or else you wouldn’t have dodged me every time you get the chance,” Jake said, stepping forward slowly, a cocky grin on his face as if he had gotten you all figured out.

“I’m not dodging you,” you denied. “I genuinely had no idea,” you emphasized.

“Please. I’ve been dropping hints all the time!” He exclaimed, 

“Well, then maybe next time try ‘(Y/N), would you like to go out with me?’ or something obvious like that,” you complained, refusing to accept blame for this.

“Okay, fine! But like just now, you knew I was coming to ask you to dance, and you decided to just walk out here!” He stated, that smug smile still on his face.

“Well, that’s just because I didn’t want to dance in front of all those people!” you defended yourself.

Frankie Valli’s Can’t Take My Eyes Off You began to play from the jukebox and Hangman glanced back.

“Alright, dance with me here,” he challenged you.

You pursed your lips, looking at his extended hand and then back at the people at the bar. Almost everyone had coupled up and nobody paid attention to you. You hesitated a little, not exactly in your comfort zone dancing with someone you barely know. But you didn’t want to prove him right.

You finally took his hand just as the lyrics began. Jake pulled you in by the waist and pressed you close against him, his eyes never leaving your face, but one look at him and realizing how close you were, you looked away and kept your eyes at the sign on the wall of the building behind him instead. 

Jake was amused, you could feel him smiling at how embarrassed you were to be dancing with him. He began to spin the two of you around the empty space when the song reached its famous bridge and you couldn’t help but laugh.

He sang on top of his lungs, “I love you, baby, and if it's quite alright I need you, baby to warm the lonely night, I love you, baby, trust in me when I say...”

You sighed and shook your head yet you couldn’t help but giggle when he continued to sing slightly off key just to make you laugh. “Oh, pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray! Oh, pretty baby, now that I've found you, stay and let me love you, baby, let me love you”

“Stop, please,” you giggled, trying to calm him down. 

“How’s that, am I being clear enough now?” He asked you.

“You still haven’t asked me anything,” you shrugged, your turn to tease him now. All those beers and hanging out with him the entire night had turned you braver than you had expected.

Jake sighed loudly, but smiled. “(Y/N), would you please just go out on a date with me?”

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[blueparadis]

❝I wanna be yours ❞+ NANAMI KENTO

+. CWs : gn-reader, mention of alcohol & cigarettes,description of sub!Nanami,fluff, comfort, dom-sub dynamics , indication of switch-reader, wc : 0.5k type : oneshot; 1k Special Event Post

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Every weekend when you step into that bar painted with the aroma of rusted alcohol, your eyes lurk for a specific man;that man who sits at the utmost corner, occasionally stares at you inbetween his talks. His urge to strike up a conversation dies at the tip of his tongue everytime you catch him gazing at you. It's not pinnable whether he wants to be let you be aware of him or is simply another ' let's hook up' type.Does he drop by every weekend? Does he always visit with his friend?

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust.

"May I have a sit here?", you ask and this chatty friend of his exclaimed, "ofcourse" with a wide grin.The man with a pale ivory hair, casually dressed ; excessively talkative compared to him, shifted to his next seat. You cocked an eyebrow at him; curling your hands into your bosom. Your eyes shifted to the cocooned man exclaiming,"I asked him, not you." His eyes met yours.

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

He stared and nodded. As you made yourself comfortable beside the tight-lipped man, the other went out of the sight receiving a call. Your soft palms scoured the insides of your tote bag in search of the lighter. "Here!", he exclaimed as his sturdy hands cupped around your mouth providing the proper aid in need.

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

He was close, your eyes fell on him as you leaned forward while his focused on the warmth in between your faces. He clicks his tounge muttering,"you have no idea what you're doing to me?"

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours

"I'm y/n and you are …?

Call me Ken he yelled at the back of his head but all he could manage to mumble was ,"Nanami; Nanami Kento."

The funky man turned up breaking the momentum between two of you."I've to leave , we'll drink some other time Na-Na-Min." & he faded into the exit of the bar.

Your eyes were focused on him 'cause all your senses could feel was Kento's stares. And if you made him aware of this,he would probably shift his orbs in disappointment.

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

"He actually invited me today and now he bailed on me" , his voice crept to your ears grabbing your attention. "But you're regular here." , you added. Probably this wasn't the best way to keep up the conversation but it didn't turn out to be in vain.

He shifted his bold stature to face you as you let out a puff of smoke. Propping his elbow on the table he rests his temple on his calloused broad set of fingers, eyes fixated on you. As you offered him the ciggerate he declined stating that he doesn't smoke. He doesn't smoke. Then, Why on earth he has the lighter?

Let me be your 'leccy meter

And I'll never run out

"Would you like to drop me home?",you blurt out of nowhere. His pupils become vivid at your gesture as you tried to maintain the eye contact. He tapped his fingers on the table a few more times than one should. As he left his sit, he exclaimed,"Please stay here! I'll be right back." You watch him leave his seat as he headed towards your previous seat.

Let me be the portable heater

That you'll get cold without

He places your long overcoat hanging upto your knees & waits for your response. You were so baffled at his act that his slight curve upon his lip snapped you back into reality.

I wanna be your setting lotion

"After you!", he exclaimed making a way for you. "Okay! Kento" , you reassure. His footsteps anti-synced with yours that made you giggle. Before heading out you paused so as he could walk along with you. Your hands tried to palm his but in a swift movement he averted it interlacing his fingers with yours.

Hold your hair in deep devotion (I'll be)

He is so patient that it actually makes you impatient. He held the door of the car so that you could make yourself comfortable in backseat. "Let me know where I should drop you,'kay?", he exclaimed cowering his face. You smiled in approval.

At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean

Now I wanna be yours

As the car bathed in city lights, your eyes shifted on those vibrant colours of the mini shops. Maybe i shouldn't have asked him like this. Did I make him uncomfortable? Is it okay for me to do something this reckless just to kill my curiosity?

Thoughts just wouldn't stop. Your chest heaved as you let out a long deep sigh totally making him aware of your pool of regrets. The stagnancy of this heart wrenching feeling stayed until his voice created ripples of hope. "You can call me Ken or Nanami". He seems to be a bit eased. Okay Ken, you exclaimed in your head since you're quite sure how childlike you'd sound if you squealed his name in excitement.

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

The jingling of keys made him fidgety. Nanami pauses before leaving; His heart longs for your touch. He is so intimidated by your feeble presence that his mind larks up with a single thought, "Maybe I just wanna be yours. I wanna be yours ; I wanna be yours but the question is R U MINE?"

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Denki's mom has got it going on | Bakugou x Reader

summary: Katsuki was sure of many things after entering Denki's home, one, Denki lives in a massive penthouse, two, he has the biggest crush on Jirou and is actively flirting with her (he’s failing at it) and that dunce face who seems to enjoy making himself look like a complete fool in front of others has a milf for a mother.

w/c: 2.4k

warnings: age gap, pervert!Bakugou, milf!reader, unprotected sex, oral(m!receiving), Bakugou sniffing panties

a/n: here it is !!! here it is (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) milf reader !!!

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You’ve always been active in your son’s life as he grew up. You’ve witnessed many phases of his life–his emo phase, his bratty phase, his “I want to become a king so you can stop working, mom!” phase, and even the phase in his life where he makes countless mistakes. But as time went on, you found yourself getting busier and busier until you no longer had extra time to even bake your little Denki his favorite lemon muffins.

As he entered high school, your ritual of taking a picture with him in front of the school gate was broken after receiving an emergency call from the hospital. Your son didn’t stop you from leaving midway your breakfast, nor was he too happy about it.

As he turned sixteen, your worlds changed when you two lost the father of your family. Years went by and you didn’t have any problems supporting your one and only child financially on your own, you were one of the best doctors in Japan after all. It’s all the “how to shave” and “how to tie a tie” and many other “how to”s that dads are usually pro at that you have trouble with.

On the day of his graduation, after failing to attend it,  you promised yourself and him that you are going to have more than enough time for your child. You demanded less time in the hospital and threatened to quit if they didn’t accept.

Now your schedules go from eight in the morning to six in the evening from mondays to fridays. If you didn’t have any appointments on the weekends, they were usually free and you stayed home and bonded with your son. Well, if one counts having your ass handed to you more times than you can count in Mario Kart.

The scent of vanilla mixed with a lemony aroma wafts through the air. Denki’s favorite lemon muffins baked in the oven as you washed the baking utensils. The doorbell rings twice, catching your attention. You weren’t expecting anyone nor did you order anything online.

“Denki–”

“I invited my friends over, by the way!” The blond runs down the steps of your vast penthouse and instead of scolding him lightly on why he should have told you earlier so you could have cleaned the place, you huff and go straight back to washing the dishes.

“Hey! Sorry we’re late, Bakugou demanded some convincing.” You hear a guy chuckle awkwardly as Denki ushers them inside. The sounds of them taking of their shoes echo through the large home you live in and as you finish rinsing the last bowl you used, the sounds of padded footsteps slowly creep towards you–more like the kitchen.

“Oh yeah. This is my mom. You guys probably never met her yet, her work usually requests most of her time.” Denki motions towards you and you smile warmly at his friends. Your eyes scan over them one by one; there were three boys and two girls.

“Hello, my name is Kaminari Y/n, but please, just call me Y/n. Don’t wanna be reminded of how old I am.” You chuckle lightly at your awkward joke as the group follows in suit.

“Mom, this is Ashido Mina,” Denki motions at the girl with pink hair and matching pink skin, “Kyouka Jirou,” The girl with the dark purple hair and headphone ears, “ Hanta Sero,” the guy with the black hair, “Kirishima Eijiro,” the guy with a big and tall build with red spiky hair, “and this ray of sunshine is Katsuki Bakugou.” The blonde who looks like he has a frown temporarily attached on his face.

“Nice to meet you all. You guys can stay wherever, I’m making lemon muffins. It’s my little Denki’s favorite.” You squeeze at your son’s cheeks whose face burns in embarrassment. His friends begin laughing and teasing him about it as they slowly exit the kitchen.

You silently go back to whatever you’re working on, deciding to whip up other snacks so there can be many to choose from. After being reminded of the hot weather, you decide on fruity popsicles and ice cream sandwiches. Both easy and quick to make.

“She’s not really his mom, is she?” Eijiro whispers to Katsuki who simply looks at him with a blank expression before returning has gaze towards the TV. Katsuki was sure of many things after entering Denki's home, one, Denki lives in a massive penthouse, two, he has the biggest crush on Jirou and is actively flirting with her (he’s failing at it) and that dunce face who seems to enjoy making himself look like a complete fool in front of others has a milf for a mother.

Katsuki’s mind races back to when he first saw you–wearing such short shorts that hug your wide hips and thick ass and thighs perfectly. A white shirt that’s so thin, if he concentrates, he can make out your nipples and their size. He blinks himself out of his daze when his pants begin tightening up.

Think of something else, think of something else, something else, something else–god fucking dammit!

“Hey dunce face. I need to take a piss.” Katsuki stands up, facing his growing boner away from his friends. “There’s a short hallway full of doors to the right of the kitchen. It’s the last left.” Katsuki immediately leaves the theatre room and makes his way to where the kitchen is. His eyes immediately land on you blending something red and it doesn’t help that the vibrations of the blender shakes your beautiful breasts.

I’m like a stupid pervert. Katsuki huffs to himself as he quickly strides his way past the kitchen, catching your attention for a second before the wall covers him from your line of sight. He looks around, brows knitting together when he finds himself confused at which door the bathroom led to. He can’t remember what that idiot said as his mind can only recall you and you alone.

He turns to the right, opening the door before huffing in annoyance. It looked nowhere like a bathroom and instead seemed like a bedroom instead. From the plain furniture and clean environment, Katsuki can only guess that this was your room. He wanted to leave immediately, he swears to god and everything holy above, but something dark red and lacy catches his eye. The cabinet is a white contrast to the popping color–it draws him in as if it were the forbidden apple and he was Eve.

He crouches down, taking the part of the delicate fabric on his fingers before his hands shakily pull the drawer open. Inside it are brightly colored lacy panties and bras, some he can recognize as thongs or t-backs and the others are just see-throughs that barely cover anything. It’s a drawer full of everything inside a teenage boy’s wet dream.

He feels as if he’s been pulled five years back, his sexual fantasies urging him to grab a fistful of the underwear. And he does. He first takes the dark red that caught his attention, spreading it open and studying it in full view before taking a white one, and a baby blue one with a gemstone attached in the center, and a black thong, and a white see through one, and the next thing he knows, his hands are full of his friend’s mother’s underwears and he’s bringing it up to his nose, inhaling the soft scent of fabric conditioner.

He frowns.

Katsuki wanted to sniff you. Your scent, not roses of the meadow or cottony blues. He begins moving from the cabinet, his mind racing to where you could possibly place your hamper. Hopefully you haven’t done your laundry yet.

“Didn’t know my son was friends with a pervert.”

Katsuki’s body stills at the sound of your voice. Your tone is different from before, it’s more demanding, more serious and it’s causing Katsuki’s body to grow even hotter and hotter than it was before. You close your door behind you and Katsuki doesn’t miss the click of the lock, causing his thoughts to grow rampant.

What were you going to do? Were you gonna tell him? Were you gonna scold him? Fuck you’re hot. What kind of underwear were you wearing under those tight booty shorts? Probably a thong? What color?

“And after being caught red-handed, you still have the courage to gawk.” You shake your head, disappointed. “I thought you were the serious type in the group, Katsuki.”

The blond shivers. The sound of his name leaving your lips does something to him and he can’t exactly pinpoint what it is, but it’s something. He finds himself suddenly out of breath and his head is growing dizzy from all the pent up tension inside his pants, inside his dick.

“Turns out you’re just like every other guy, hmm?” He watches as you kneel down in front of him, taking his dick in your hands–why were you holding his dick?!

You look up at him with hooded eyes, pressing your lips against his clothed cock as you pressed soft kisses on its side. Katsuki’s breathing gets worse with every kiss and finally,  a gasp leaves his lips when you pull his pants down, exposing his cock, watching as it springs free. You push Katsuki’s hips back, making him fall onto the foot of your bed.

“Does your girlfriend not care for you, Katsuki? You look like you haven’t done it in years.” You fake-pout at him, pressing soft kisses all over his cock as your thumb presses on the head of his length, playing with and smearing the pre cum that’s oozing out of the tip. “Mmmff- I don’t- I’ve never had a girl- girlfriend.” Katsuki gasps in between his words, panting when you begin giving his cock soft kitten licks just for the heck of teasing him. You chuckle lightly, watching such a strong and mean looking guy breakdown at the palm of your hands have always been amusing to you

“That’s dangerous, then.” Your hot breath fans over his sensitive cock, causing Katsuki to throw his head back in pleasure. “I’ll be ruining you for every other girl out there.” And in a second, you take his entire length in your mouth. Katsuki gasps and a startled gasp leaves your throat–this boy is posing to be a bigger challenge than expected.

Well, no matter. He’s nothing I can’t handle.

You shake your head softly, allowing him to reach as far as your throat. You swallow around him, just to see how far you can push him, but this seems to be the edge as he mutters profanities under his breath and something warm and thick fills your throat, slowly dripping down your stomach. You push yourself off of him, gasping for air, your chest rising and falling heavily before feeling your cunt growing needy.

“Since I helped you out,” With shaky legs, you stand up, pushing your shorts down. Katsuki’s eyes widen and the butterflies in his stomach go wild at the sight of your bare cunt under the shorts. No you weren’t a thong, or anything see-through, as a matter of fact, you weren’t anything at all.

You climb on top of him, taking your shirt off, allowing your breasts to spill out. Katsuki lets out a surprised gasp as he sits up, taking one boob in his hand, squeezing and fondling it as he sucks on the other one. You press his tip against your entrance before lowering yourself, the room filling with both of your hushed moans.

Katsuki scolds himself for acting like such a teenager when he’s supposedly twenty-one. Get it together, Katsuki! For god’s sake!

Your hands run up and down the blond’s biceps, you’ve never felt such amazing muscles before in your life. Katsuki is just so big and tall and he overpowers everything about you. You begin rocking your hips back and forth, digging your teeth onto your lower lip and your eyes rolled back as you continued to feel every inch, every detail, every vein of his large cock inside you.

“You love fucking your friend’s mom so much? Hmm?” You tease, taking both your breasts, presenting it at him. Katsuki immediately buries his face on them, his mind going crazy at how soft and warm they feel.

The noise of slapping skin and soft moans fill the room. Katsuki flips the both of you around, now hovering over you as you laid on the soft mattress of your bed. His thrusts are slow and deep, but that isn’t what you need right now. “Go faster!” You whisper and Katsuki gladly obliges, one hand gripping at your thigh and the other busy fondling a fistful of your boob.

“Shit! Shit! Close, I’m so close!” You cry out softly and Katsuki continues thrusting inside you, hips never once flattering as he chases for both of your orgasms. Your hands fly onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as your walls clamped down on him. The blond buries his face on the crook of your neck, muffling out his moans as he releases inside you.

The both of you breathe heavily against each other for a long moment, Katsuki processing whatever the fuck just happened and you wondering if your muffins are burning. You tap on his shoulder and Katsuki quickly pulls out of you, tucking his dick back into his shorts as you stand up and grab some panties, dressing yourself up again.

Katsuki stands up, eyeing you as you walk over to the far corner of your room, opening what seems to be a basket with a lid on it. You take out some black lacy thongs, throwing it at the blond who catches it ungracefully. You chuckle at his clumsy actions before leaving the room.

Katsuki eyes the panties thrown at him, slowly bringing it up to his nose to inhale deeply. His heart skips a beat at your smell filling his senses. He stands there frozen for a moment, gripping at your panties before stuffing them in his shorts.

He leaves the room and enters the bathroom, fixing himself up and wetting his face with water before drying up and exiting the bathroom. “I thought you only had to pee?” Denki asks, eyeing Katsuki as he enters the kitchen, sitting on one of the counter stools beside Eijiro.

“Ate something bad, I guess.” Katsuki shrugs his shoulders.

“Aw, then I hope you’re hungry!” You coo, sliding a plate of muffin in front of him as well as a glass of ice cold coke. “Tell me if you want more, honey.” You smile at the blond and it takes every cell in Katsuki to stop himself from blushing profusely.

You didn’t mean it in the way everyone else in the damn room thought you meant. Another thing Katsuki’s sure about.

[ssplague]

Alpha Bakugou & his late blooming Omega girlfriend 🌬🥀

PART TWO

Honorable mentions: @jazzylove @bakugoismisunderstood @koreylive

Okay since so many of you seemed to really enjoy this “Just thinking about”, I’m turning it into a short story. I’m thinking it will have four parts all together (including the original post). So I know I’d said that I’d give you a nice big dose of Scumbag Suki this update, buuuut that was before I knew this was going to take off like it did 🙈 The next one is entirely his POV so you’ll get your fill then!

Part 3

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“Suki, did you really have to be that harsh towards Izuku when we left the playground earlier? I know you dislike him now but….”

You trail off as you get settled on the plush, blanket lined floor of the small tent you and Bakugou had set up in your backyard. Supposedly there was going to be “A shit load of shooting stars tonight!” acording to one of your classmates. You were excited and insisted on staying up to watch, and as usual, Katsuki inserts himself into any and everything you do. Therefore; The two of you had rushed home after school, asked both your mothers and pleaded to spend the night together out in the yard. Deciding that you two were still at the age where anything other than star gazing was unlikely to happen, they allowed it.

Battery operated fairy lights were strung along the roof of the tent and a small lantern illuminated the center, giving the inside a pink and orange glow.

“Hah?! No way was I about to let stupid Deku come and ruin OUR sleep over! This is for me and you ________, no one else….just…us” a light breeze blew in through the open tent flap and treated Katsuki to be briefly overcome by your scent.

The two of you had your scent glands come in around the same time and still weren’t entirely used to it just yet. All both of you knew is that you favored each other’s scents over anyone else’s. It was kind of getting embarrassing how much you were beginning to enjoy your temperamental best friend’s spiced caramel aroma. So much so you had to make a conscious effort not to lean into him and sniff at his neck from time to time. He was subtle about it, but certainly didn’t mind bumping into or brushing up against you more often than ever to get a whiff of your intoxicating fragrance. Even getting hit with a face full just now had his brain feeling sluggish as beads of sweat began forming along his hairline.

A voice inside his head started incessantly growling “touch her, touch her TOUCH HER”. Under the guise of getting comfortable he shifted his leg to rest up against yours and his mind quieted instantly.

“I….I know that Kat…I wouldn’t have invited him anyway!” Your face began to redden as you brazenly blurted out; “I like when it’s just you and I, we always have the most fun”.

He instantly perked up at hearing that, but he couldn’t help but ask; “So you like me better than him? You think I’m BETTER than him?”. Leaning into you as he waited for you to answer his question, eyes narrowed.

“You know I do! Besides….” You couldn’t help yourself as you leaned towards him and inhaled deeply “You smell so much better than him too!”.

Oh hell now you’d done it ________, you unknowingly opened the metaphoric Pandora’s box.

He didn’t speak right away, just smirked back at you and enjoyed the devious expression on your face. After another minute spent invading one another’s personal space you were first to snap out of it quickly muttering; “M’sorry Suki I..I dunno what happened I shouldn’t have got in your face like that!”. You sat back up and moved your leg so it was no longer touching his. Unable to comprehend the sudden feeling of sadness at the loss of contact, or attribute it to the fact that you were no longer touching him. Katsuki frowned immediately and scooted back against you, “S’okay princess…s’not like it’s a big deal”. His use of the familiar nickname only succeeding to fluster you further.

The next few moments were spent in silence.

Surprisingly, It was you that eventually broke it asking; “Suki do you know…d’you know what mates are?”. You immediately began to play with the cheap desk telescope you’d brought out to avoid looking at him, your heart was beating a lot faster now. The startled look on his face would have informed you that your question caught him off gaurd; Surely you hadn’t just had the same thought he did?! Well either that or you could read minds….that wasn’t very likely, thank god.

“Ah well my mom told me it’s when two people decide that they want to always be together and get sad if they are ever apart…so they live together….and then other stuff happens that damn brats don’t need to know just yet” he finished lamely, confused as to why he felt so strange reciting his mother’s words exactly as she’d originally said them.

“I get sad when we have to go inside our houses at night and stop playing together” you said, the depressed tone of voice sounded like it was happening right then. “Me too…I wish we lived together cause then you’d always be with me” he confessed shooting you a nervous glance. Your eyes lit up and you beamed at him when the idea suddenly struck; “We have to become mates now Katsuki, we have to!”. You got up on your knees and began frantically shuffling things around the tiny tent. “If we’re mates then our parents can’t tell us we have to stop playing and separate at night! We’ll always be able to stay together!” Your sporadic movement and sudden outburst immediately infected your companion with the same frantic energy, albeit nervous, but excited all the same as he stared at you with wide eyes.

“You’re right _________! That’s a great idea”

“I know!”

“So uh..umm how uh…how do we do that?”

You stop smoothing the blankets out to stare at Katsuki, “You don’t know how?”.

“No” he admits glumly.

You can’t hold back the distressed whimper that escapes you and Katsuki is immediately at your side trying to console you “Hey princess it’s alright-“. “NO!” you exclaim “We need to do this to stay together forever!”.

Then you remembered something; “I see my mom and dad do this every morning”. You roll up the sleeve of your jacket and bring your wrist up, simulating the motion of rubbing it across the scent gland on your neck. Katsuki nods his head in understanding; “Oh yeah, mine do the same thing! Let’s do that!”. He lays back and stretches his neck out, “You do me first and then I’ll do you kay?”.

“Kay”

You nod and smile down at him, shuffling towards his head and bringing your wrist up to his neck. You hold your breath as your skin makes contact with his and start lightly rubbing over his scent gland a few times.

“S-Shit” he says softly, squirming slightly.

“What?! Did I hurt you??!” You ask.

Fear immediately replacing excitement and distracting you from reprimanding him for uttering a curse word as you usually would.

“N-No it didn’t hurt…please d-do it again”

You do, continuing thoughtlessly as you become enthralled by his peaceful expression and relaxed as he starts purring.

“Your turn”

You take his spot laying down on the fluffy blanket strewn floor, shivering with anticipation and the slight chill in the night air. His touch warms you from the inside out and you gasp at the sudden sensation. Relaxing once more, you look up at him through heavily lidded eyes and return the smile he’s giving you.

Neither one of you has any idea that this situation is going to come with serious consequences.

Eventually you remember the whole reason you two had decided to camp out in the first place; “The shooting stars!” You cry sitting up and narrowly avoiding head butting the blonde boy above you. “Hey!” He snarls. You stand and open the window flap in the tents ceiling, just as you do you see the first “star” shoot across the sky. “Woah! Quick make a wish make a wish kat!”.

He won’t admit it…but he does, and so do you.

As more stars shoot across the sky the two of you lay together; Happily curled up in the blankets, snuggling up together. Occasionally one of you brings your wrist up and begins to rub the others neck lazily, while continuing to watch the dazzling light show taking place above you. Both of you end up falling asleep long before it’s over. The sound of Katsuki’s continuous purring, lulling you into the most comfortable sleep possible.

Well that, and how his natural warmth just seemed to consume you….

Warmth…so warm at times it could get uncomfortable.

Like right now…too close…too hot

Your eyes snap open and you take in your surroundings; This is your dorm room, you’re at school right now, safe. Your clothes and sheets are soaked through with sweat. Not just sweat apparently; After waking up more you realize your lower body feels disgustingly sticky. Then a tingling sensation begins at the tip of your toes, rapidly spreading up your legs until it reaches the special place between them. Then it’s like a literal fucking furnace has exploded down there! Not to mention the heavyweight that has now come to rest in your lower stomach as it begins to cramp.

“Ow! ow! Ow!”

You try to feel around the bed for your phone, you could call one of your friends to come help you.Friends….that’s right they all left for the weekend! Wait not all of them left, Katsuki! He’s still here! That’s right, you were supposed to go over to his room, last night? Is it already morning? Fuck who knows.

You start to cry when you can’t feel your phone nearby on the bed, you don’t wanna look for it.

You don’t wanna be alone either though….Your scared. His room is just down the hall it’s not too far away, maybe if you just take it slow you’ll make it. You force yourself to get up, not even caring that all you have on is a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a sports bra.

You bend down to grab your slides out from beneath the bed and slip them on your feet before moving forward.

One foot in front of the other.

Your hunched over, one arm wrapped around your stomach and sweat freely dribbling down your face, coating your chest, sliding down the valley between your breasts.

Jesus, I must look like fucking shit right now.

As you make it into the hallway and start your journey all you can think about is how badly you want to see Katsuki. He always makes everything better somehow; That smile he wears just for you makes your heart sing normally. Right now you just let out a pained keen at the thought. Your inner omega has always been quiet enough to ignore in the past, but now she’s practically screeching like a fucking banshee inside of your head.

Just one word, over & over & over again:

Alpha

Alpha!

ALPHAAA!!!

With each screech your primal urges and instincts had began overwhelming you. Eventually reaching a point where the lines between the two began to blur. Making you feel more like a wounded beast that’s gone absolutely feral, while slowly dragging yourself down the hallway.

Once you get about halfway down you start to smell the familiar scent that you’ve become so fond of. Only it’s so much stronger and….muskier? It’s intoxicating, and so potent, you need more! Somehow your legs are moving quicker thanks to this new desperation manIfesting. Once you finally reach his door you have to stop yourself from breaking it down; Frantically pounding on it instead, and now you’ve started crying, salivating, and you’re just a goddamn walking train wreck… Somehow you don’t care, your appearance doesn’t matter, you just need HIM right now.

When the door opens you stumble inside.

The sound of his voice quieting your shrieking omega as soon as it reaches your ears;

“Finally decided to show up? Was waiting all fuckin’ night for you and…hey what’s wrong? Oh shit…fuck”.

Fuck is very right.

[melis-writes]

Hi Mel :) I adore all of your works! Could you please write a prompt that Michael and Victoria get togehter again after their divorce? I believe they will miss each other so much even they are seperated and also they keep tracking each other.

Hello, sweet anon!! 🥰💖 Thank you so much for your love and support! Michael and Victoria’s angsty divorce prompts have been really popular lately, and I definitely don’t blame you guys because as much as we love them, we wanna avoid canon and say “well, what if…?” hehe. 😅 I’ve added a lot more regret into this prompt because of how badly the two miss each other and still look for one another and want to know where they are! 😭

“Hi, Mikey.” Tom gives Michael a small smile, glancing behind him to see Al Neri shut the sliding doors of the living room. “You said you wanted to see me?”

All smiles and the prospect of having a good day mean nothing to Michael whose only looking up at his brother with his usual stern disposition and expectations in his eyes where he sits upon an armchair.

Tom stands a few feet away from his brother, clutching onto his suitcase before sighing deeply; Tom knows he won’t get a response out of Michael until he tells him what Michael wants to hear first; where you are.

“Victoria’s in Nevada.” Tom speaks out with a nod, only then noticing the coldness break from Michael’s eyes. “I confirmed it myself. She’s here on business, naturally, but she’ll obviously come by to see the twins and if she’s staying, then remain with them for the next week—you know how it is.”

“When did she arrive?” Michael’s tone of voice is monotone and emotionless.

“She flew in earlier this afternoon.” Tom answers. “She’s at the courthouse as we speak.”

“And she’ll be coming here?” Michael points down the floor.

“Yes, I made sure of that myself.” Tom replies with a frown. “I went to pick her up at the airport and told her as you instructed me to; that you don’t want her staying at hotels or penthouses when she can be at the compound whenever she wants.”

“Good.” Michael’s eyes drop to his wedding band upon his finger as he tightens it. “She didn’t have anything to say?”

“I don’t think she could.” Tom admits, “she seemed very emotional after I spoke to her. I didn’t want to push her too far but…” Tom pauses for a moment, setting his suitcase down and taking a seat across from his brother. “Before I took her to the car, she asked me where you were and how you were. I answered honestly, she seemed relieved, and only then did she say she was ready to go.”

“I see.” Michael murmurs, relaxing his muscles against his seat. “When will she be returning to New York?”

“Next weekend or so, but she asked me the same about you and I couldn’t answer because you’re not going.” Tom pulls his suitcase up onto his lap, popping it open. “Which I’ve been meaning to talk to you about, Mikey, because…” Tom reaches inside his suitcase, pulling out the official signed divorce documents dated six months ago before holding it up. “None of this is starting to make sense to me.”

“I don’t understand you, Tom.” Michael rests his elbow over the armrest of his chair—his hands resting over his mouth. “You served the papers.”

“Only because the two of you told me to.” Regret grows in Tom’s expression. “Otherwise, I don’t support this decision at all and um—I’m aware it’s none of my business, Mikey, but my heart has been with the two of you since, and the children too.”

Michael doesn’t answer. Instead, he stares back at his brother silently, knowing if anything, the only emotion he’s been feeling since the divorce proceedings successfully went through in private is regret and nothing but regret.

“You two still love each other, that’s so obvious.” Tom glances sadly at the signatures on the divorce paper, noticing the areas where teardrops soaked into the page. “Otherwise you wouldn’t invite her to come here and see the family and the children. You’d have the children with her elsewhere, maybe not even in Nevada anymore. Most importantly, you both wouldn’t incessantly ask about how the other is doing and neither you nor Victoria would track each other. That’s not how divorces go. There’s no hatred, no dispute, no bitterness between the two of you, but I know with how our relationship is when it comes to the Ferrari family… This was almost inevitable from Don Ferrari’s behalf.”

“I don’t care about him.” Michael replies, plainly. “If it wasn’t for Victoria and Connie’s sake, I could have had him killed for prompting something like this. You know that. He is the real reason behind the divorce. This is what he wanted, not Victoria and I.”

“And so now I see the two of you filled with nothing but regret.” Tom rubs his temples out of stress. “What can I do for you, Mikey? What can I do to make this all go away for the both of you? To make it easy now and after, especially for your children?”

“Tom,” Michael moves his hand away from his mouth, “you already know my answer to that. I want her to come here and I want to see her—not in a separate estate, I want her here with me.”

“And—”

“And I want to marry her again.” Michael reaffirms. “I want us to elope and I want to put this aside like it never happened.”

“But her father—”

“I don’t care.” Michael brushes it off. “He’s nothing to me now. Neither his family name or his reputation mean a thing to me. His daughter is not some pawn to move around in the underworld, so I’m going to take her from him.”

“And Victoria…” Tom begins, “what about her? What about what she thinks?”

“That’s what I want to know.” Michael murmurs softly. “If she’s still with me, if she knows the repercussions… I miss her, Tom. To me, she’s still my wife. I want to see her again. Bring her to me.”

‘Bring her again to me.’ Michael knows seeing you again is inevitable, but securing his future with you again would be entirely different.

One sided will love won’t get either of you anywhere, and there’s simply too many unspoken words and unanswered questions that formed over the span of the last six months that Michael knows won’t stand in his way to have you back in his arms.

“Mr. Corleone is expecting you, Mrs. Corleone.” Was the one and only thing you needed to hear and did hear after your secretary received a call from Tom, requesting your presence.

Your secretary of course is unaware of your private divorce, but even as she refers to you as “Mrs. Corleone”, you can’t help but feel that familiar, numbing ache in your heart return.

Even as your chauffeur drove you from Reno to Lake Tahoe, you kept your head mostly down and your eyes off the windows to avoid hurting yourself further by recognizing familiar sights.

It was only when your chauffeur slowly pulled up to the estate and parked that you finally looked up to gaze upon what was your home with Michael and the children.

Holding back tears in your eyes, you quietly thanked your chauffeur as you always did and stepped out of the car.

Tom wasn’t around to greet you, but neither were any of Michael’s men either.

You saw the same bodyguards and security guards sprawled  out around the compound as usual, but it’s as if nobody else lived on the compound or was even notified you were coming—all except Michael.

‘Maybe it’s better this way.’ No fancy greetings means you can avoid Connie and Sandra rushing out to greet you in tears, which would only break your heart even further. ‘If Michael wants to see  me again, it’s best we do this alone. Just him and me.’

The moment you take your first step towards the compound, you already feel your knees tingling and growing weak.

Anxiety hits you from all sides and as you push aside your emotions and enter what used to be you and Michael’s estate, you expect to be able to at least look around your old home’s surroundings and let nostalgia and melancholy take over you first.

Instead, your ex-husband stands just a few feet in front of you; eyes locked on yours, hands in the pockets of his grey, Dupioni silk trousers.

Instantly, tears threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes as the front door shuts behind you.

Feeling frozen in spot, you swallow hard and gaze up to Michael for what’s the first time in a solid six months.

With your heart thundering in your chest and your mouth dry, you open your lips as if to speak out but find yourself ultimately speechless; what can you say to the love of your life you’re no longer with?

It’s only when Michael takes a cautious step towards you that you find words returning back to you. “Why did you call me here, Michael?”

“The same reason you ask me questions you already know the answers to.” Michael answers you.

Hearing your ex-husband’s velvety voice speak out to you again for so long almost triples the weakness you begin to feel in your body; utterly emotionally exhausted from the toll you’ve taken as a result of this divorce.

‘Because I want to—that’s  my reason.’ “I-I don’t know what to say to you…” You feel your throat tightening, barely able to hold yourself together any longer.

“I do.” Michael begins moving closer to you again, extending his hand out to you. “Can I touch you?”

Your eyes widen a little as you look up at Michael, swallowing hard and nodding at him. “Please.”

Instead of taking your hand in his, Michael gently pulls at your arm until he has you in his tight embrace for what seems like the first time in forever.

You want to sob and bawl your eyes out but only a few tears escape your eyes; your mind somehow convincing you this is a trick, a lie or a dream altogether.

“Michael…” You whimper, feeling your ex-husband’s warmth against you.

“Your family said they never wanted to see me again. That the never wanted to see us together again.” Michael strokes your hair, holding you against his body. “You never told me you didn’t want to see me again.”

“I couldn’t, though.” Your voice quivers as you pull back just enough to gaze up at Michael. “No matter how badly I wanted to. I just… I had to forget you. You’re undoing that to me right now, Michael…”

“And how well did that work out for you?” Michael raises a brow. “Asking where I am, how I am. Did you want to truly forget me or remember me?”

You stare up at Michael in disbelief, almost feeling embarrassed at all that he knows. “Because I c-can’t. I could never want to. But the only difference now is that I’m in your arms again but I’m not yours, Michael. I’m not yours.”

“You are mine.” Michael reaffirms, looking you in the eyes. “You always have been and you always will be. I never let go of you, I never said goodbye to you. I love you, Victoria. I still dream about you.”

“I…” You burst out into sobs, shaking your head. “I missed you s-so much, I couldn’t stop myself! I wanted you to be happy even when we weren’t a-around each other—”

“I was never happy.” Michael murmurs, cupping your face softly. “There was nothing about this whole sordid affair that kept me happy. Not after you left. I didn’t change anything here after you moved out, do you know that? I still feel you here with me.”

“Michael—” You cry even harder, clutching onto your ex-husband’s shoulders.

“I hate seeing you cry, Victoria. I hate this.” Michael hisses under his breath, resting his forehead against yours. “I will not have you turn around and walk out of here again—not unless you want to.”

“I-I was hoping you’d say that.” You hiccup through your tears as Michael brushes your tears off your cheek with his thumb. “Maybe that’s what I came here for.”

“I love you too much to say goodbye to you a second time.” Michael lowers his voice, speaking in an ushered tone to you. “Do you understand me? I need you, Victoria, and I love you. I want—” Michael glances down at your hand, noticing you haven’t removed your engagement ring or wedding band. “I want to marry you again. I want us to elope in a private ceremony, I want us to get out of here and enjoy each other’s company for however long we need to until we’re ready to come back home. I need this with you. I need you. You're my soulmate.”

Tears drip down your splotchy, red cheeks as you nod at Michael—barely able to speak back from your hiccupping sobs. “Y-yes, yes! I want to, I—” You take in a shuddering deep breath, holding onto both of Michael’s arms for balance. “My family will d-disown me.”

“You don’t have to be a Ferrari then.” Michael shakes his head, “I don’t care. You’re always a Corleone to me. They can’t get to you nor can they make decisions for you anymore, Victoria, even if this is how everything started.”

“I don’t care anymore, I don’t care!” You wail, burying your face into Michael’s chest. “I just w-want to stay with you. Just y-you!”

“God,” Michael breathes out deeply, picking you up into his arms and off the floor. “I know, baby. I know. I’m going to make you my wife again, and we’re never going to be apart from one another, no matter the consequence.”