#the second i got a minute to breathe i guess it just kinda hit me

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Not May, but the semester is finally over (not officially, but with my finals schedule, I've practically got nothing left)

I'm back :D I feel god-damn awful though, so for the next few days I'll be sharing the handful of sketches and scribbles I made over the last month or so. It's not a lot, but hopefully I'll be on my feet when they're all posted and able to work on my own art again. Thank you guys for your patience and support while I was gone, it meant the world to me as I was trudging through the rest of the semester <3

[redvdress]

VALENTINE’S DAY

A/N: blue i’m so sorry this took me so loong but i tried to picture hawks the best i could and i don’t even know how many times i wrote this again and again, so i really hope you’ll like it. soo it’s valentine’s day and the charming hawks, the student everyone craves for, is finally gonna confess to you..well in his own way..

Valentine’s Day had Keigo Takami’s name written all over it.

The halls were packed with excited students exchanging chocolates and confessions, and, as usual, Hawks—UA’s most charming student—was practically drowning in attention.

He leaned back against a pillar near the courtyard, already juggling several boxes of chocolates and gifts. He wore his usual grin, tossing compliments back and forth with the ease of someone who’d been doing this his whole life.

“Ladies, you’re gonna spoil me rotten” he teased as another girl handed him a gift, her face turning pink as she scurried off with her friends.

He might have been UA’s resident heartthrob, but there was only one person on his mind today—and it wasn’t any of the girls who had given him chocolates.

It was you.

Keigo had always been the confident one, the guy who could charm anyone with a smile and a few words.

But when it came to you, things were different.

It wasn’t that he lost his confidence exactly—it was more that he didn’t want to mess it up.

He cared about you in a way he didn’t care about anyone else, and that made things… complicated.

For weeks, he’d been planning this.

Ever since New Year’s, when he’d realized that the feelings he had for you weren’t just a passing crush, but something deeper, something real.

And now, on Valentine’s Day, he was finally going to tell you.

Keigo didn’t get nervous often, but today… well, he was feeling it.

Not that he’d ever show it.

He spotted you walking down the hall with a group of friends, laughing about something one of them had said. The moment he saw you, his grin softened, his usual playful demeanor dimming slightly as he watched you. You always had that effect on him—making him feel like the world slowed down just for a second whenever you were around.

Taking a deep breath, Keigo pushed off the wall and made his way over to you. He kept his pace casual, relaxed, as if this wasn’t a big deal, but inside, his heart was pounding a little harder than usual. He was good at hiding it, though. By the time he reached you, his usual confident smirk was back in place.

“Hey,” he said smoothly, sidling up beside you and flashing that signature ‘Hawks grin’. “You got a minute?”

Your friends immediately took the hint and scattered, leaving the two of you standing alone in the hallway. You raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the way he’d just charmed your friends into leaving without even trying.

“Let me guess, you’re tired of all the attention?” you asked.

“Me? Tired of attention? Nah,” he said with a soft chuckle.

Then his expression softened, the usual cocky edge slipping away as he leaned in just a bit.

“You know me, I can handle it.” He gestured to the pile of gifts he’d left by the window.

“But, uh… I haven’t gotten the one I’ve really been waiting for.”

Your smile faltered for a second, and Keigo could see the surprise flicker across your face.

You hadn’t expected that.

Before you could ask for more details about the secret person he was talking about, he took a step back and raised an eyebrow, his expression turning more mischievous. “You ever get the feeling like… I dunno, someone’s been playing it cool a little too long?” He paused for effect, watching you for a reaction. “Yeah, me neither. But, hey—there’s a first time for everything.”

You blinked, unsure where this was going, but intrigued by the shift in his tone. “What are you talking about, Keigo?”

He laughed, a low sound that was equal parts cocky and amused. “You know me. I’m usually good at dodging all this emotional stuff, but… I’ve kinda hit a wall with you.”

You blinked again, feeling your heart race a little. “Wait, are you saying…?”

Keigo leaned in slightly, his wings giving a light flutter, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “What I’m saying is, I’ve been hanging around, making all these jokes, giving everyone else my attention—but it’s been you I’ve been aiming for this whole time.”

His eyes, which were usually so light and playful, had a deeper intensity now. It wasn’t just a throwaway line. He meant it.

“I figured today was as good a time as any to just… say it,” he continued, his voice casual but carrying more weight than usual.

“And if you’re wondering why now…” Keigo chuckled, ruffling his hair slightly. “I’ve been trying to find the right moment, but, well…” He motioned around him, the chaos of Valentine’s Day in full swing.

“If I waited any longer, I’d probably get buried under chocolates and miss my chance. Can’t have that, right?”.

“Keigo, I—” you started, but he interrupted with a light laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. This is probably the part where I’m supposed to be all cool and smooth, right?” He gave a half-smile, scratching his cheek. “But if I’m being honest, I’m kinda winging it right now.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I can’t believe I’m making you nervous.”

Keigo’s wings fluttered, and for once, he actually looked a little flustered, his cheeks tinting a slight pink. “Don’t get used to it. This is a rare sight.”

Before you could respond, he quickly added, “But hey, since I’ve already embarrassed myself, let’s make this interesting.” He took a playful step back, flicking a feather your way, which gently floated down into your hands. “You keep that as a promise. I’m not just messing around. You and me? We’ve got potential, if you’ll give me a shot.”

The playfulness in his eyes was still there, but now it was backed by something real. He was still Hawks—the guy who could charm anyone with a grin and a joke—but he was laying it all out there for you.

You stared at the feather in your hand, then back at him, your heart racing. “Are you really serious?”

“As serious as I get,” he said, flashing you a lopsided grin. “But hey, no pressure. If you need time to think, I’ll wait. I’m patient… sometimes.”

You shook your head, laughing softly. “I didn’t think you’d ever get shy.”He raised an eyebrow, that familiar cocky smirk returning.

“Shy? Who’s shy? I’m just giving you the grand Hawks experience, feathers and all”

With that, he dramatically spread his wings again, the tips brushing against your shoulder in a way that sent a soft shiver down your spine. “So, what do you say?” He leaned in, voice low and teasing.

“You gonna let me be your Valentine, or do I have to try harder?”

You smiled, feeling the warmth in your chest as you looked at him—his genuine vulnerability, wrapped up in his usual playfulness.

“Alright, alright,” you said, playfully rolling your eyes. “I’ll give you a chance, Keigo.”

Keigo’s grin stretched wide, and you saw that glint of triumph flash in his eyes. “You won’t regret it,” he said, his wings giving an excited flutter. Then, in true Hawks fashion, he immediately switched back to his lighthearted self, stepping closer and dropping his voice low as if to share a secret.

“Anyway, I’m not about to let this turn into some sappy soap opera, so… how about we ditch the chocolates and go grab some real food? I’m starving, and you owe me for making me spill my heart out back there.”

You laughed, shaking your head at his antics. “I owe you?”

“Yeah, you heard me,” he grinned, squeezing your hand and pulling you gently toward the exit.

At one point, he stopped abruptly and turned to you, giving you a playful smirk.

“Oh, and just so you know…” He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “You’re the only person who’s ever made me nervous. I don’t like admitting that, so don’t go spreading it around, alright?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, but there was something heartwarming about his honesty. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Keigo grinned, his wings twitching in excitement behind him. “Good, because I’m not used to this whole ‘being serious’ thing. So, if I get awkward, just pretend I’m still cool, alright?”

As the two of you walked off to get food, Keigo did his best to keep things light and fun, making you laugh with his jokes, teasing you about all the other confessions you must have gotten that day, and even pretending to be jealous. But every now and then, there’d be a quieter moment where he’d just look at you with that signature Hawks smirk, and you could tell he was genuinely happy—maybe even a little bit relieved.

And throughout the rest of the day, he made sure to keep you close, his fingers brushing against yours or his wing casually resting against your shoulder whenever you were standing next to him. He didn’t need to say much after his confession because his actions said it all.

[w0rmm1lk]

May I request the class 1A boys (if u write for multiple in the same fic) reacting to their gn! S/o (who’s normally insanely calm and patient) finally snapping and ends up nearly killing a villain? Like reader snaps during a fight against a villain or smth because the boys (seperate but yk) got hurt and stuff? Sorry if this doesn’t make much sense, I suck at explaining things 😭

hi! i didnt end up doing all the boys but I did the ones I think I would b able to write for best hehe, for future posts probably gonna limit it to 5 characters per post!

characters: Tenya Iida, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Mezou Shoji, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya.

reader: Gn

summary: the very well known 1a student (reader) who is known for being calm and understanding almost fucking kills someone.

warnings: blood mentions, near death experience, swearing, injuries.

other details: 1A!reader, reader quirk not mentioned but they use their bare fists to beat the shit out of the villain, villain is not any specific one.

👓Tenya Iida👓

👓- Iida was fast but damn the villain was faster.

👓- this resulted into iida now basically completely motionless on the ground yet still concious.

👓- usually if it was any of your other friends you would just take a deep breath and anylis whats going on to make sure things are delt with properly.

👓- but that iis not the case this time.

👓- it was almost like something snapped.

👓- nobody could actually figure out how you managed to catch the villain, especially with their speed.

👓- but bystanders were more focused on the fact that you were now repeatedly slamming their face into the sidewalk.

👓- honestly a miracle the villain survives that shit, but they 100% had brain damage afterwards.

👓- normally iida would step in but he could only really stare at you.

👓- partly due to the shoock, but also the fact that he straight up couldn't move from his injuries.

👓- after everything calmed down and iida recovered he gave your ass a huge lecture.

⚡Denki Kaminari⚡

⚡- he was shocked.

⚡- pun intended but also he was just straight up in shock.

⚡- first off, surprising he got these many injuries without short circuting.

⚡- guess his training rlly payed off.

⚡- well at least his quirk training.

⚡- thinks its sick as hell how you just beat the shit out of the villain.

⚡- their face will never be the same again.

⚡- hes kinda into it tbh.

🪨Eijiro Kirishima🪨

🪨- literally just makes the :o face

🪨- this man got one hit that actuqally injured him at you just cut loose.

🪨- he felt like not even he could do that much damage in unbreakable. (he totally could do worse but hes just having a moment leave me alone.)

🪨- aftwards will literally beg you to spar with him.

🪨- unfortunatley never gets to fight you while ur that pissed off.

🪨- honestly when he saw how beat up the villain was he thought that it was bakugos doing for a hot second.

🐙Mezou Shoji🐙

🐙- the way you reacted to him getting hurt lowkey reminded him of dark shadow during the training camp.

🐙- very similar situation tbh.

🐙- it was just one of his extended limbs that got injured, yet you reacted as if he had just been decapitated.

🐙- froze up for a second when he watched you just immediately run up to the villain you have been fighting for at least an hour and just absolutely demolish then within a few minutes.

🐙- had to restrain you a bit to stop you from actually murdering them.

🐙- was a little shocked at the sudden swap oof personality for that short time but was more focused on stopping you from being charged with murder.

❄️Shoto Todoroki🔥

❄️🔥- ^that face.

❄️🔥- like that is just his reaction tbh.

❄️🔥- i mean its not everyday you see the person thats just a slightly more emotionally available version of you almost kill someone.

❄️🔥- especially over a small cut.

❄️🔥- the cut wasnt even caused directly by the villain, it was a broken piece of glass that was flying around with other debri./

❄️🔥- i mean-- at least you caught the villain?

❄️🔥- and almost killed them.

❄️🔥- along with free medical debt.

❄️🔥- or no medical debt?

❄️🔥- idk how that stuff works in japan bruh.

💥Katsuki Bakugo💥

💥- fight me all you want but

💥- he just straight up finds it hot.

💥- like if you look close enough this mf is blushing.

💥- who knew that the one time someone makes bakugo blush is his partner attempting murder.

💥- originally wasnt going to hold you back.

💥- the longer he watched you beat the shit out of this guy he started to genuinley think you were going to kill them.

💥- once everything settles down you started back to you normal calm persona.

💥- bro was just like ????

🥦Izuku Midoryia🥦

🥦- panic.

🥦- like you dont even have to look at him, you just need to be near him and you can basically feel how panicked he is over this.

🥦- lots of panicked words, you can barely even tell whats he's saying through the rage but also the pure speed he's speaking at.

🥦- few words that were mostly intelligable you could tell he was saying you should stop.

🥦- even if you wanted to stop your body wouldnt let you.

🥦- ended up needing to use blackwhip to get you off.

🥦- not that it did much being the villai already had a broken nose and multiple broken ribs.

🥦- probably missing teeth aswell.

🥦- izuku is lowkey terrified to somehow piss you off now.

theyre all a little short but i think I slayed

[iactuallykissedsharawheeler]

⭑⌗ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒 + 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✶ let's go ahead and clear that idea that ellie wouldn't be like. immediately obsessed with you and giving you secret discounts on the weed.

✶ she met you five seconds ago and she was like. why would she ever pay for anything?? she's literally my reason for breathing?? (ok babe 😭) so you're getting that stuff for lowest price she can possibly make it. and if you flirt a little?? she's wondering why she's not just handing you the bag for free.

✶ when you guys get closer, she notices you're kinda into pink so when she sees pink papers???? she's SLAMMING that card, best believe. when you're freaking and like HOWD YOU GET THIS she's trying to pretend to be all cool like oh idk just found 'em and thought it'd be funny but if you like 'em you can have them ... i guess 😒

✶ if you're a little inexperienced with it she's a little protective and is like oh i don't think you should try that this one's way better and gives it to you on the house like?? you're trying to pay for it and she's like noooo it's for you just take it even though that was some of her good weed and she never gives that out. but you're nice and sweet and her bestest customer so who is she to charge you??

✶ when y'all are closer she literally just starts buying shit for you. you're like oh my gosh this bracelet is literally so pretty and next time you come over she's like so.. guess what and there's the bracelet in a box under two pretty pre-rolls (that she's also not letting you pay for btw)

✶ n you're so worried about breaking her bank when she does it but she's literally living lavish because she's everyone's dealer and no one with weed isn't getting it from her. (charismatic queen tbh)

✶ plus if you think this is gonna kill her wallet just wait until you guys start actually dating. she's not even waiting for you to ask for shit, she's telling you to put your cart on public so she can surprise you all the time.

✶ you're like babe how am i gonna pay you back and she's like just .. be pretty for me, yeah? 's not hard for you at all. (just flustered myself give me a minute)

✶ and some random things i just think she'd do:

✶ texting you high out of her mind about dinosaur facts because she just knows too much and needs to get it out immediately (she's such a nerd I love it 😭)

✶ trying to shotgun with you but she sees your face lookin' all pretty n dazed, chokes on the smoke, and just simply never does it after that. (give her a week, she'll be back)

✶ reading a shit ton of sci-fi. she compulsively reads savage starlight all the time but she's actually obsessed with the whole genre n can't exist without it atp (she DEFINITELY owns a few space cowboy books and before meeting you she would always imagine she was the lead guy with the hot love interest who was definitely some kind of alien. don't question it.)

✶ if you're a plushie girlie (me fr) she's ALWAYS buying you plushies. but she always buys one that matches yours for herself so you guys are "always together" or something. idk she's a little bit of a loser.

✶ she's so bad at keeping up with skincare but now she just weaponises that and makes you do it for her. literally rolling her eyes and pouting if you do yours without her, mumbling shit like "oh yeah, just forget about ellie, huh? that's what they all do" until you're like babe what??? 😭

✶ also i know that everyone says this but she really does own some weird ass shirts 😭😭 she'll get high and buy weird shit like that shirt that just says tomatoes it's so wild going through her closet lmaoo

✶ and because of her high shopping she also has some weird ass bongs like. seriously. there's a an astronaut one with octopus legs for sure, i can feel it.

✶ high ellie tweets>> she's actually so out of pocket sometimes 😭 some of her greatest hits would probs be

✶ also she was so nervous around you and wouldn't look you in the eye for too long because she didn't wanna scare you but then she got a little bold when she found out you liked girls and then was just straight up cocky when she realised you liked her, too (that blunt flick when dina said she wanted her to kiss her .. yeah that ellie)

✶ she's just the bestest, silliest, nerdiest girl ever and the best girlfriend literally anyone could ask for 💞💞

hey guys back with another banger hope you guys enjoyed make sure to like follow and subscribe‼️ no but seriously give me opinions because i love hearing you guys have little convos and the reposts are always so wild 😭😭 thank you new jersey, and goodnight (also don't look at the tags im shy) as alwaysss creds to @ cafekitsune bc these dividers are so mf cute

[toppersbitch]

Innocence // JJ Maybank x Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Summary: JJ overhears a convo between Kie, Sarah, and you and decided to take matters into his own hands.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: smoking marijuana, alcohol,  teasing, praise kink, choking, begging, unedited work

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The heat of the fire lit your face as you sat leaning on Kie. Sarah sat across, roasting a marshmallow. The pipe was passed to you, you held the light and covered the hole, taking a long inhale. The back of your throat burned, and your head clouded as you held your breath. You finally exhaled, watching it mix with the smoke from the fire. 

“Girls' night is gonna be so fun,” you giggled, “Finally we can gossip without the boys.” 

“About the boys,” Sarah said, letting out she inhale of smoke. 

“Give me more, I don’t wanna think,” you said grabbing for the pipe again. You took a hit, sitting there. You goofily flopped onto your side, letting the breath out. 

“I don’t want to think about Kelce for another second,” you had just broken up with him, a year of your life down the drain. 

“I don’t even know why you got with him,” Sarah giggled.

“It’s not like he’s even good in bed,” Kie said, staring straight at you. 

“Why the fuck would you know?” Sarah asked, a baffled look on her face. 

“Woah woah not like that, y/n told me.” Kie threw her hands up in the air signaling she was innocent. 

“Wait tell all!” Sarah got up and skipped over to Kie and you. She kneeled and smiled widely. 

“Okay well-“ you paused gathering your thoughts, “he doesn’t like foreplay.” They both dropped their hands to their laps, eyes wide. 

“Like none at all?” Sarah started at you while hitting the pipe. 

“Like maybe like a minute of fingering max,” you thought back to all the times, “oh and he never reciprocated oral.” 

“Oh my god you have to be kidding!” Kie threw her hands in the air, “you never told me all that.” 

“He’s also never touched my boobs, only grazed by fucking accident,” you rolled your eyes. 

Kie and Sarah both looked at them with eyes wide open. 

“And I’ve only orgasmed twice,” you smiled goofily.

“Out of how many times?” Kie added a marshmallow to her stick.

“Lik-“ you were cut off abruptly. 

“AHHHHHHH” the boys come jumping out of the bushes, alcohol in hand. 

You jumped up, terror filling you. Kie threw her roasting stick, marshmallow and all. Sarah covered her eyes and curled into herself. 

They began to laugh, JJ falling holding his stomach with one hand and a bottle of vodka with the other. John B picked up Sarah, and Pope dodged Kie’s stick. 

“You guys were supposed to come back till tomorrow morning,” you pouted, worrying they heard anything you said. 

“Well coming early never hurt anyone,” JJ raised an eyebrow at you. You felt yourself blushing as everyone else laughed. 

“Pretend like you didn’t hear please I’m begging,” you placed your hands together flat and shook them towards him. He began to laugh at you, holding his stomach. 

“Maybe you should’ve done that for Kelce,” he slapped his knee, and you shot him a glare. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” his hands surrendered. 

The conversations and laughs continued through the night, the fire slowly dying as you all stopped trying to keep it alive. John B and Sarah disappeared into the château, and Kie and Pope retired to sleeping bags on the HMS Pogue. It was only you and JJ, poking at the ashes on the fire. 

“Soooo,” JJ dragged out, raising an eyebrow, “how are you feeling about your breakup?” 

You rolled your eyes, the inevitable topic of the week. You dropped the stick you had been poking around with. 

“Fine I guess, kinda lonely.” You laid back on the blanket, laying a hand across your stomach. 

“You can’t be lonely when I’m here,” JJ jumped up, dragging his blanket towards yours. He laid down hitting his head on yours. 

“Ow, watch it.” You said bringing a hand to rub the spot. You laid, top of head to top of the head. You felt his hair, softer than any hair you’d ever felt. You lost yourself, running your hands in it.

His hand lazily draped itself onto your face, feeling your nose and eyes, and finally stopping to caress your jaw. His thumb found your lips and your hand halted it playing in his hair. His thumb slid across your upper lip, then pushed down on the bottom. You opened and his thumb slipped inside, he pushed down on your bottom teeth as you swirled your tongue around.

He slid the finger out, your lips smacking back together. 

“Good girl,” JJ whispered, your stomach filled with butterflies as your body began to tingle.

His hand disappeared from view and his head came back into view shortly after. He had a gentle smile on his face as you sat up. The two of you sat across from each other. 

“So Kelce really never touched your…” He finished by looking down, his eyes falling upon your breasts in the tank top.

“No,” you shook your head, looking down ashamed. You subconsciously began to pick at your fingers, trying your hardest to ignore JJ’s gaze on you. 

“No, don't be embarrassed,” he grabbed your hands to stop the picking, “some men just don’t know how to please a woman.” 

You let out a breathy laugh, your body shaking. His hand moved up from your hand to your arms. Squeezing lightly, his fingered tips were rough and calloused in comparison to your soft and tanned skin. He reached for the strap of your tank top, stopping. 

“May I?” He made eye contact, and you nodded. He moved the straps off your shoulders, you pulled the top over your head. You became alarmingly aware of how much skin was showing now. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he smiled down at you, his hands laying on your thighs, “here I’ll take my off too.” He lifted him off and you looked up and down his tanned and toned body. 

“Come on, you can touch,” he pulled your hand to his abs, “I know you want to,” he smirked at you winking. You allowed yourself to run your hands down his abs, feeling every line. You felt your way down his happy trail, tracing the band of his swim trunks. 

You pulled at them, letting them bounce back onto his skin. He let out a gasp and you a giggle. 

“Cruel,” he said, his hand moving forward, his finger grazing over your clothed cunt. Your body jumped, and you looked up and saw a smirk on his face. He continued to move his hand, reaching for the button of your shorts. 

He began to unbutton them, watching your face as you watched his hands. 

“Is this alright?” He asked, you nodded eagerly. “Hm?” He questioned your response. 

“Yes, it’s alright.” You said just wanted him to rip them off already. You laid back allowing him to pull them off. His hands met your hips, making you tense and relax. His finger plays with the bikini bottoms. His hands continued up until they were caressing your face, and he moved to straddle you. 

“So Kelce never did any of this?” His thumb moved back and forth across your face. 

“No,” you pressed your face into his hands, forcing more contact. 

“Do you want to keep going?” His eyes met with yours, piercing blue into yours.

“Yeah,” your voice was barely above a whisper. He moved his head down towards you. Connecting your lips, finally giving you some release. His tongue pressed into your mouth, and you gasped for air. His tongue fought with yours in a playful way, leaving you on the edge of dominance. 

His hands kneaded every inch of your body, finally landing on a breast. You moaned in response, you chuckled into the kiss. 

“Such a good girl,” he praised your noises, and your body tingled again, “tell me how good I make you feel,” one hand moved up to your throat and squeezed lightly, “tell me.”

“Mhmm so good,” you barely responded through your moans. 

He moved down, pulling your breasts out of its cup, his mouth attached to your tit. His tongue moved around widely while he sucked. His hand moved down slipping into your bottoms. His finger moved along the slit. 

“Please,” you begged through moans. He slid a finger in, pumping it in and out. You moved your hips, wishing to feel more. He lifted his head from your chest and smirked up. He slid another finger in, making a different feeling arise. He began to move his fingers differently, hitting your g-spot. You bucked your hips up, he moved his fingers faster. Your stomach tightened, and your hand gripped JJ’s forearm. You could feel his muscles tensing with every movement. Your entire body tensed up, ecstasy taking over. You dug your nails into his arms, his fingers still pumping in and out. 

“One more,” he urged you, his hand continuing its movements. Quickly your stomach released and tightened again. You pushed your legs together, JJ’s free hand moving to push them open, he continued moving his fingers in and out. 

“Come on darlin.”

“Fuck,” you whined out, and your leg began to shake involuntarily. Your body is filled with static, an overwhelming feeling taking over your body. 

“Good, just like that,” JJ said, his voice gruff and demanding. He stopped, slowly pulling out his fingers. His hand traveled up your mouth, his fingers lightly grazing your skin. He pushed his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself, “so good for me.”

He pulled up your bikini bottoms, his hands resting on your hips. 

“Thank you, JJ,” your voice was surprisingly light and quiet. 

“Anytime you need baby,” he laughed his normal JJ laugh, laying down on his back, “now go to sleep,” he was using his fake authoritative voice. You did so, watching the stars above you, the view interrupted by tree branches above

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I won't lie this has been sitting in my drafts unfinished for so long(like fr since season 2 was released)! I figured this was the perfect time to finish and post it. I hope everyone enjoys!!!

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[ravennaortiz]

August 7th features Juice with the prompt "Blow out your candles baby girl" requested by the lovely @juicesgf .As always my stores are 18+.

“Blow out your candles baby girl” whispered Juice into your ear. His breath warm on your ear. You tried but failed again. You heard Juice chuckle as you desperately tried to get your lips to work. You could feel his fingers trailing up your spine making you shiver and clench around him. “Too much?” he cooed as he gently turned your face so he could see it, smiling seeing your teary face and lust blown pupils.

“Please…” you begged, not sure what you were begging for. Everything was too much, the pleasure and the pain, you loved every second of it “please…please…”you muttered as you tried to focus your eyes back on him. Juice was silent as he fisted your hair and turned your face back to look across the kitchen table before resuming his pace inside you making you gasp as your body shook and clenched around him. Eyes rolling back as he hit that sweet spot repeatedly making you come and shriek his name for what had to be the hundredth time since the two of you had returned home from dinner hours ago.

The only source of light being the moon, street lamp that shown through the still open curtains and all the candles on your cake. The damn candles that you could not get blown out. The same candles you had been bratty about earlier. Teasing him about not being able to get them lit after you had been mouthy all day. Using the excuse of it being your birthday and silly you, you thought Juice was letting you get away with it. He just laughed and smiled and nodded. Which made you push harder to get a reaction. Which is why the challenge through out of your mouth at dinner before you could think it through.

“I bet you can’t make me come for every candle on my cake. You don’t have that stamina anymore babe” you had stated with a smirk as you sipped your second glass of wine. Juice had shook his head and told you to slow down on the wine as he continued to eat his steak. But you pushed just a bit harder. “I mean your performance this morning was kinda ehh”.

After a couple minutes of silence you looked up and met Juices eyes. The look in them made you shiver and a small smile curl your lips. Got him you thought. “When we get home love, that dress needs to go directly on the couch and you need to be face down on the kitchen table.” Stated Juice as he took your hand and gently caressed it. “Leave the heels on” he added as he smiled at you. “If I make a mess of them I’ll just buy you another pair”

“Shhh, baby girl. “ chuckled Juice as he leaned down clamping a hand over your mouth bringing you back to the present as he continued to fuck into you from behind a couple more times before slipping out. “Gonna get the neighbors calling the police. Over here screaming like I’m torturing you” murmured Juice as he flipped you over effortlessly on the table.

“How many has that been?” inquired Juice as he ran his fingers through your click making your back arch on the table as you tried to scoot back. “No no, don’t run away from it baby girl. This is what you wanted remember?” chuckled Juice as he grabbed your thigh and pulled you back to him.

“Don’t remember” you finally croaked out as his thumb traced gentle circles on your clit. “Juice, please….too… much” you added as your body shook and trembled.

Juice ignored you as he grabbed his cock and ran it up and down your slit before sliding back inside you, grunting as you enveloped him in warmth. “Guess you need to either come up with a number or blow out your candles baby girl” stated Juice as he moved the hand over your mouth to your neck as he started thrusting in and out of you. The grip on your neck gentle but just tight enough to make you coat his cock again as you came your body jerking and your moans strangled. You gripped his forearm, your nails digging into his skin, to ground you as pleasure washed over you in a tidal wave.

“Fuck” you heard Juice hiss as your body hugged him tightly forcing his own release out of him. Collapsing on top of you he kissed your forehead gently as he brushed your hair away from your sweaty face. “Good girl. I love you” he murmured as he kissed you gently before leaning up and pulling out of you. You lay there smiling and panting as he walked over to the counter. “Guess we will have to watch this and count” he stated as he turned back to you with a video camera, red light glowing in the dark as he walked back to you.

“Such a mess baby girl” murmured Juice as he let the camera capture a shot of his release dripping out of you to the floor before turning it off. Helping you sit up he picked you up and carried you out of the kitchen. “I’ll get you a bath drawn and get you cleaned up” he whispered making you smile as you felt your eyes close.

“Can I tell you a secret?” murmured Juice.

“Mmhmm” you uttered as you listened to the beat of his heart.

“Those candles were no blow ones. You were never going to get them to go out so don’t feel too bad” laughed Juice as you weakly smacked his bare chest.

“Asshole” you muttered.

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[riniworld]

A BOND LAST FOREVER

yandere!knight oc x princess reader

warnings// mention of killing? i don't think there's anything more

reference// you,m'lady,your highness-majesty,y/n.

a/n// I'm kinda satisfied with that-

edit// okay i overthink, i didn't want to do it like that in first but then it's just hit me that if i made him just want power and starts to slowly falling for the reader it'd be better-now i guess I'm kind of regret it.

It is the third day of the death of the queen and your sister,no one knew the murderer and you didn't dare to say it was senor maybe out of fear from the look that was on his eyes that day or maybe because he's the only one who treated you right....and you still love him.

either way here he is free and became your personal knight,you can't even look at him without shivering you still see the blood on his hands, your relationship became tense or for you at least,he's acting all normal not like he killed the ruler of the kingdom herself!,he did apologize a few times to you but it wasn't a realistic apologising he don't feel guilty you can see it in his eyes.

despite all of this you have now a new anxiety,the court and privy council are discussing if you're suitable to be the next ruler, few of the servants knew about you being an Illegitimate daughter of the king and the old ones only and the council as well of course.

you never wanted the throne nor you dreamt about it,you know how hard it is to rule a whole kingdom and you don't know anything about ruling,but also The people need a ruler and the queen didn't have any relative the only one was her daughter and they two had gone..now you're the only one in the line.

the cup of tea in your hands has become cold a while ago,you're sitting in your garden lost in thought,snapping out of your thoughts when someone take the cup out of your hands,it's senor.

"what are you thinking about,m'lady?" he ask and put the cup on the table

you look at him for a minute before you replay "about everything happening now." you look at the ground not able to keep the eye contact.

he put his hand on your shoulder "don't worry too much,you're capable of it." he smile at you, a smile made your heart warm.

you exhale "i hope so." you say unsurely.

senor pause for a second before he kneel at your feet,cupping your hands in his "You were born to be a ruler,there's nothing to be anxious about you've got everything to rule a kingdom the right way....just like your father."

His words made you feel at ease knowing someone is there to support you in any time,for a second you forget what senor had did and he's the one who put you in this situation.

before you replay you two hear a footsteps coming your way and with last squeeze to your hands senor stand up to stand behind you,your relationship is still a secret after all.

a maid approach you and bows a little before speaking "your highness,the council has arrived and they're waiting for you in the guest room." right one of the benefits from the queen's death is that everyone stopped ignoring you.

you nod "I'll head to them right away,thank you for telling me."

the maid bow again before she head to her work.

you stand from your chair nearly knocking it off but luckily senor was there to catch it,as long as he's here everything going to be perfect, just keep relying on him.

you walk to the guest room million of thoughts running in your head,when you stand in front of the big door you take a deep breath and buff your chest high,making a steady face one of the things you learn from your father is that maintain a steady posture even if you're about to cry,when you try to open the door a hand stop you.

"let me,m'lady" senor opens the door for you.

all the members of the council stand up and bow,you also bow your head a bit, senor kept standing in the door and you sit down.

"good evening,your highness" one of them speak first.

"first we're really sorry for your lose,the queen was a good person to the entire kingdom be sure we all are sad to lose her and her daughter" a man seems to be old enough to have even meet your father in his young age speaks like he's really in the verge of tears.

"thank you for your kind words i appreciate it." you say politely.

senor's hand tighten around the hilt of his sword, there's no need for all the long talk is there? it's already difficult enough for him to see you give attention to another!

"yes, it is indeed a misery for the kingdom, but as you know your highness The people need someone to rule them and there is no one on the suggestion list but you...unfortunately." the last one speak in a stern tone..rude.

"yes, i understand." you try hard to not show the anxiety in your voice.

"After we discussed this several times...Due to the lack of suggestions to rule the kingdom, we unanimously decided to give you the rule as you're the only suitable person available" the one who greeted you say with a small smile and the others nod.

you stayed silent don't know what to say, is that really right? will you be capable on ruling the kingdom like the queen was? You clasp your hands together and squeeze them tight.

"don't worry,your highness we won't let you alone in this, someone will come and teach you everything you need to know about ruling a kingdom as he is an expert on the history of the kingdom and his father studied your father when he was going to become the next king so you'll be familiar with him beside he's near your age." The person who consoled you about the queen's death speak.He seemed to have noticed your anxiety.

You gathered your strength to speak, you can't seem weak now "it-s an honor for me to know that you see me as suitable for such a great position. I will do my best not to disappoint you and to rule this kingdom as my parents did before."

"we hope so too, as you know that too risky because no one ruled this kingdom except those of royal blood before, so we hope our decision not wrong" the rude one say.

another one clear his throat "if you'll excuse us now,your highness we have to go, it was an honor talking to you,we expect the tutor to arrive in the next week." when he finish everyone stand up,and you as well.

"I'll be waiting,thank you for your visit."

you shake hands with all three of them and asked some servants to escort them.

when they left,you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding "oh god that was exhausting"

"how about we go to your room to take a rest,m'lady?" senor suggest as he come to your side.

"yes,that would be good"

as soon as you enter the room you throw yourself in your bed and bury your face in your pillow,senor close the door behind him and sit on the edge of the bed.

he reaches his hand for yours,you flinch when he take it but let him anyway,he start kissing it all over,You move your head to the side fighting a giggle threatened to escape "what got into you?" you couldn't hold your smile back.

he say between the kisses "you gave-alot of attention to them-i want some too."

now you can't hold your giggles anymore "you big baby." you tease.

he moves all the way to your neck,it's ticklesh "come on now stop,i want to sleep."

senor lift his head up and look into your eyes before he sigh and sit straight "fine."

you give a final smile and close your eyes,it's not even a minute before you hear metal hit the ground when you open your eyes you see senor taking his armor off left with a plain white pajama,you sit straight nearly choking on the air.

"what are you doing?!" you whisper shouted afraid someone will come in any time.

senor look at you with innocent look and sit beside you covering you both in th blanket "isn't it obvious,m'lady? taking a nap with you." he say like it's the most normal thing in the world.

"what if-what if someone came in and saw you?!"

"no one will come in without your permission." before you can respond he covers your heads under the blanket and lie down before he pulls you in his chest. "now sleep well,m'lady." then he close his eyes pretending to sleep

you sigh not able to complain,finally you let yourself drift to dream land,not knowing that someone won't sleep staring at you.

after two days(Note: the coronation ceremony does not happen like this in reality it's just my au!!)

It's your coronation ceremony day, today you will officially become queen of the kingdom and rule it.

the maids are doing your makeup and your hair,you've never been the senter of attention,always sitting in the corner on the masquerades and balls,so you're extra anxious,especially must of the nobles will be here tonight.

the maids put the last touches,you asked them to leave you alone for a minute to prepare and they did.

when they left you hear a knock on the door and immediately knew it was senor so you give permission to enter as you need someone to calm you down.

senor enter and closed the door quickly,when he laid his eyes on you he become speechless.

oh god his heart beat quickly like it's gonna ripe through his chest...his face flush red and his breath quicken,he want to run away to not ruin you right here and there,he don't know why he's feeling like that,that's not his goal!.

when you feel like he's staring too much you panic,maybe out of nervousness "isthereanythingwrongwithmyfaceisitmyhairorismydresstoorevealing?!" you talked fast to the point you didn't understand yourself.

"no-no you're perfect-beyond perfect i don't know if I'm willing to let you set your foot out this door" senor said while he was still far away from you.

"i don't know how this supposed to make me feel" you sit down and put your head between your hands "ugh! I'm so nervous i don't know what to do!" you look at senor without lifting your head up "why are you even standing there? sit."

senor kept standing in his place "believe me it's better for the two of us,m'lady."

you look at him weirdly before you hear your name called from the other side of the door.

you walk down the aisle all the eyes on you,senor is holding you arm 'just for safety'.

you've meet people for the first time,some who was your sister friend some who knew the queen and even some who knew your father very well.

senor was glued to you side the entire time,and you swear you've seen the danger in his eyes again.

"tell me if someone made you uncomfortable so I'll have a word with them" "senor no-"

After the coronation, all the required ceremonies, and the oath of loyalty,now everyone just enjoy they're time,dancing,drinking and eating.

you were taking a drink to ease your mind when someone approaches you.

he take your hand and bow "may i,have the honor to dance with your majesty?"

he seems to be son of a duke you think you've seen him before,you were about to accept when someone snatched you hand from his....right,senor.

the man look offended "the audacity!,who do you think yourself?"

"your majesty i need to talk to you for a bit,may we go somewhere more...private?" senor whispered in your ear,but it was enough for the man to hear.

you look at senor before nodding,you excuse yourself and go with him.

giggles echo the garden as senor take you running to somewhere,you ran difficulty because of your dress and your shoes but you won't deny it was fun,the last time you ran like that was when you were a kid.

senor stopped at the end of the garden, close to the fence where no one would get there,he catch his breath and speak "have your nervousness ease a bit,m'lady?" he asked between his panting.

and you weren't any better as the garden was very large "was that your goal from all of this?"

senor shrug "part of"

"well,what is so important that you had to kidnap the queen herself from the ceremony?" you say jokingly

senor laugh but cut it shortly and look at you with serious expressions "y/n..you know that i love you" he say carefully

you look at him confused "i..do,what is your point?"

"and i'm very serious about you and I don't care if our state are completely different"

"why you say that all of a sudden?"

"well.." senor take a deep breath Before he kneels one one knee,your breath stops as you know where this is going to "I've thought about that for a long time.." He took a ring out of his pocket "will you marry me,y/n?...not as a knight but just as senor will y/n marry senor?"

for a minute you thought about it all and if it was a good choice but you couldn't contain yourself and it slipped "yes,yes i will"

senor put the ring on your finger immediately before he hold you and swing you around,he put you on the ground and hug you tightly.

"you don't know how happy i am now!" he almost shouted

you didn't say anything, just buried your face in his neck smiling like an idiot.

after some minute you lift your head up,"don't take me wrong but can we keep this a secret untill we're officially married? just because you know...the people and their gossip and i just became a queen so it's not really a smart move to reveal this all of a sudden"

"of course,anything will make you comfortable,m'lady."

you smile widely and kiss him on his cheek

Oh,you poor girl,you've fallen into his web and soon enough the throne will be his.

i hope you like it:)

have a good day/night♡

[scaryscarecrows]

I’ve been thinking, and I need some Riley suffering with the squad. Let him be the one who gets shot and drugged (with like fear gas) and goes crazy and has to be held down. Maybe his position as a sniper leaves him out in the open and his comms get damaged so he can’t ping anyone for help?

I will take any Riley suffering lol

My brain is like ‘I want suffering so bad’ but I don’t want to put Jason through anymore and I feel like Riley hasn’t had near enough.

I already lost a tongue! God! Leave me alone!-Riley

Suffering under the cut.

"Jesus--" The boss pulls back behind a building just in time to avoid getting his head blown off. "Okay. Okay. This is really bad."

"At least he's focused on us rather than, like, mass murder," Trent mutters. "What do we do now?"

The boss hums.

"How do you feel about playing chicken?"

Oh. He doesn't want to, not really, but right now Riley's got himself a position three stories up, and Trent's not a big fan of rooftop travel or parkour. Fuck parkour.

"I guess."

"Good luck."

The boss makes a jump for the fire escape, grabs on, and disappears into the dark. Trent sighs, vows to haunt Riley's trigger-happy ass if he dies, and pokes his head out.

Riley's the sniper for a reason: he's fast and has good aim. Scarecrow--that sonofabitch, Trent's not surprised he turned on them but still--had been counting on it. There'd been a moment of hope that maybe, just maybe, Riley would have a panic attack. It's mean, but it would've been easier to handle. But he hadn't; he'd brought the Knight down flat and fled to the high ground, and now they're kinda. Well. Pinned.

Trent pulls his head back just as Riley takes a shot at him. No sign of the Knight, but that's good, that's fine.

He gives it a few seconds before popping out again. This time he spots the boss make a jump to the top of a utility closet behind Riley--

--and Riley also notices.

He spins around, bringing up his rifle, but the Knight's already moving. They hit the ground hard, rifle skittering away, and Riley screeches. It's a shrill, furious noise tinged with panic that Trent can hear all the way down here.

"Dylan, listen to me," the Knight pants over the coms. From here, Trent can see Riley trying his damndest to stab him. "It's not real, none of this is real, just calm down--"

Riley squirms free and lunges, but it's sloppy. The Knight grabs him in a bear hug and hauls him off the ground. There's another screech, layered in real life and in Trent's earpiece, and he tries to jerk free.

"Dammit--hold still--"

Riley half-crawls out of the Knight's grasp before the boss manages to readjust, wrapping his legs around Riley's and bringing them both to the ground.

"Ages! I need you up here, he's--"

Fuck parkour.

Just 'cause he doesn't like it doesn't mean he can't, though, and he makes his way up there as fast as he can. Riley's putting up a helluva fight, thrashing and shrieking and trying to bite, elbow, and kick. The Knight's got a decent enough hold on him, but it's a hard-won one and if he moves, even a little, Riley will get an opening.

"Take him, I've got something that'll ease the symptoms," the Knight pants. "Watch the teeth, watch the teeth!"

Trent grabs him. Riley tries to twist around and bite his face off, but the Knight's suddenly in their space with what looks like an epi-pen in hand.

That makes it worse. Riley blanches and manages, somehow, to double his escape efforts. But unfortunately for him, Trent isn't budging and the boss forces his head to the side, exposing his neck, and stabs him with the epi-pen.

It takes a few minutes. Not long. But a few. But it works; Riley finally stops struggling and slumps forward, gasping for breath, and to Trent's infinite horror, he realises that he's crying and trying, to no avail, to speak.

"It'll wear off, man," he murmurs. "Scarecrow got you good, it's all right. S'all right."

Whatever the Knight gave him--or maybe it's just exhaustion--puts him out at last and he hangs limply like a doll. The boss sighs.

"Back to base. Change of plans. We hunt down Scarecrow and deal with this mess, and then proceed as planned."

[anotherwvba]

Finding Your Place, pt. 3

The afternoon sun shone bright over the WVBA Campus, casting long shadows across the gravel paths on the Zen Garden. A peaceful tranquility was only disturbed by the occasional rustling of leaves and the delicate sounds of Japanese instrumentals drifting from an iPhone. Amidst the calm, serene atmosphere sat Niki Binary, reclining on a bench, reading a well-worn paperback of “Ready Player One” to relax now that her shift in I.T. was over.

For Niki, this was bliss. A little retreat from the endless buzz of offices, the hum of servers, and rhythmic thuds and clanks of the gym. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she adjusted her WVBA polo shirt and rested her book on her lap. She leaned back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the moment of peace.

“Niiikkkkiii!”

So much for peace and quiet. From the entrance to the garden, obscured by the trees and decorations, came the loud, stage-whisper. It was a valiant, yet failed, attempt at subtlety. Truthfully, it had all the subtlety of a straight right hand.

“Yo, Niiikkkkkkiiiii!”

Niki recognized the voice, though, and responded at a normal volume, “Over here, Luna.”

As Luna stepped into view, a magenta hoodie now added to her workout attire from this morning, Niki smiled, “Luna, why are you whispering like that?”

“I didn’t wanna, y’know,” Luna looked a little sheepish, rubbing the back of her neck, “disturb anyone. Zen gardens are for meditating and stuff, right? Just thought I should keep it down.”

Niki chuckled slightly, “You’re good. You don’t need to whisper. They’ve got a sign to hang on the door for when people are meditating. Sort of a ‘Do Not Disturb’ thing.”

“Oh. Makes sense,” Luna’s cheeks flushed a little with a rare bit of embarrassment. “Been here a few weeks and I still don’t know my way around. This place is massive.”

“That’s too true,” Niki nodded. “Back when I started in I.T., I would get lost at least three times a week. Had to keep Bear on speed dial. But hey, if I can figure it out, you can, too.”

Luna grinned as the awkwardness passed, “Guess I just gotta find my groove, huh?” There was still a nervous energy about Luna as she looked around the garden, “I, uh… I didn’t interrupt anything, did I? Like, you reading up on some new techy wizardry?”

Niki laughed softly as she held up her book, “This? Nope, just re-reading a favorite of mine. So, what’s up? Don’t tell me your connection bottomed out again.”

“Hell naw,” Luna waved her hands, then grimaced at her sudden loudness. “The wi-fi’s off the chain! Seriously, no dropped frames, no lag. I’ve never had smoother streams. You’re, like, the heavyweight champ of I.T. techs!”

“Heavyweight?!” Niki chuckles, “If I’m looking like a heavyweight, I gotta stop eating lunch with Jason.”

Luna’s typical bravado came back for a moment as she cocked a hip, “Girl! You know what I mean.”

Niki sat up with a smile and makes room on the bench, “Sit down. What brings you here?”

Sitting down next to Niki, Luna’s confidence dissolved. Her carefully curated persona vanished. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. It took a minute, but Luna finally spoke up, “Look… this’ll sound… this is gonna sound weird, but…”

“Look, I know we don’t know each other that well,” Niki looked at Luna with reassurance, “but you can talk to me. It’s alright.”

Luna looked down, poking the rocks with her foot as she stuffs her hands in her hoodie pockets. She took a deep breath, held it, and exhaled. “This feels kinda stupid to say, but…”

Biting her lip, Luna’s eyes started darting around, as if looking for the words. Niki rested a hand on her shoulder, “Luna…”

“... Razor’s gonna whoop my ass,” Luna said with an oddly amused expression.

Niki’s eyes went wide for a second, “That’s an odd way to psych yourself up for a fight.”

They both laughed a little, but Luna looked up at the skylights, avoiding eye contact, “Look, I talk mad shit, especially when I’ve got an audience. This, though… this hits different.” She bit her lip for a moment as she paused. “She’s bigger, stronger, faster… way more experienced. Boxing is, like, her superpower. I mean, Mr. Sandman is her dad. Her dad! I’m a Twitch streamer that boxed on some charity shows. If I’m honest, I hope I don’t embarrass myself.”

“You feel like an imposter,” Niki says softly. “I know that vibe. I felt the same way when I fought Cutie.”

“Really?” Luna couldn’t keep the surprise from her voice. “But you went out there and showed out, girl!

Niki chuckled again, “Showed out and got knocked out!” There was a sense of pride and amusement in her voice, “But, I had the say thoughts screaming in my head. ‘She’s a legacy fighter,’ ‘She’s a prodigy in the ring,’ ‘She’s been training forever and I’m a geeky girl from Atlanta that took a boxing crash course.’”

“How… how’d you get over it?” Luna’s eyes were pleading for an answer.

“I didn’t,” Niki leaned back, smiling. “But, I remembered something Coach Kaiser told me.” Continuing with a faux German accent, “‘Zis girl is good. Talented. But remember zis, hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard.’”

Luna finally looks at Niki, eye-to-eye, “Yeah, but… is that enough? Razor’s on another level. She’s, like, scary good and I’m just a gamer that loves retro stuff.”

“You’re not ‘just’ anything.” Niki sounded like a big sister scolding her sibling for a moment. “I’ve read up on you, girl. You’ve busted your butt for everything you’ve got. You work hard, you’ve got heart for days, and, for ‘just a gamer’, you’ve got a helluva shovel hook.”

“Aww yeah,” Luna smiled. “That’s my Ban Hammer. I remember dropping Usagi87 with it at Creator Fight League 2 with that one… She deserved it. Girl stream sniped me on a Fortnite stream I was hosting for two hours straight the week before our match.”

Niki nodded, “See? You’ve got the want, too. The way you smiled as told that story? Yeah, Razor’s got the talent, but you’ve got drive. You don’t strike me as someone that backs off from what she wants just because it’s hard.”

“Yeah,” Luna’s smile grew nervous. “That’s, uh, kinda why I came to see you.”

“My curiosity’s piqued.” Niki tilted her head a little, “What do you mean?”

Luna shifted her position on the bench, turning to fully face Niki, “I… I was kinda hoping, if it’s okay, that maybe… I could maybe… tag along to Germany?”

“What?” Niki’s expression went from curious to stunned blank in an instant.

And now I panic. Words now tumbled uncontrollably from Luna’s mouth like a waterfall. “I’ll pay my own way book my own flights hotels everything I swear I’m not trying to crash your trip or anything and I’ll keep out of the way I just thought I could use the extra training and it’s a huge opportunity and I just wanna learn from the best y’know and…”

The particular shade of red Luna was turning began to concern Niki. With well practiced speed and precision, Niki shot her left hand at Luna like a stabbing jab. In an instant, Niki’s hand was covering Luna’s mouth, “Breath, girl.”

Luna complied, taking deep breaths as Niki held her hand in place. There was a vulnerability to Luna right now, one that was a complete 180 from the brash and confident persona she typically carried online or in the gym. She was rattled.

“You finally realized who you’re fighting,” Niki slowly removed her hand as Luna’s color returned, “didn’t you?”

Between deep breaths, Luna nodded. “Yeah.”

Niki looked around the garden for a minute, then smiled as her eyes landed on a particular spot where an empty painting easel sat. “We’ll talk to Coach.”

“Wait,” Luna’s eyes went wide with shock. “Are… are you serious right now?”

“Coach Kaiser’s got the final call,” Niki’s gaze returned to Luna, “and he’s pretty particular about who he works with. But, I’d love the company. Let’s talk to him at dinner. Bet we can talk him into it.”

There was a moment where Luna just stared at Niki and her knowing grin. It was as if Luna herself was slowing down like a retro game with too many sprites on screen. Then, just as suddenly, Luna threw her arms around Niki with a grateful hug. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!”

“Breath,” Niki returned the hug, “and you’re welcome.”

“Seriously, Niki,” Luna released Niki and leaned back with a sudden relief washing over her, “you have no idea what this means to me. Now…” Luna jumped to her feet and clapped her hands together. “Time to pack!”

Niki’s eyebrow shot up as she watched Luna’s contagious energy returned to her, “Luna, we still have to talk to Coach. It’s not a lock yet.”

“No worries, Niki!” Luna was already halfway to the garden exit, “We got this! See you at dinner!”

And with that, Niki was left sitting on the bench, shaking her head in amusement. Returning to her reclined position, Niki opened her book back up, then looked in the direction of the exit.

“This is gonna be one interesting trip.”

[newobsessioneveryweek]

Still on the grind writing that Connor Stoll fic and thought up this scene while I was walking to my psych appointment today.

I thought it was funny but TW for mentions of recreational drugs. There are no recreational drugs in this story but they are talking about in jest in this scene.

This is a draft so please be nice to me, it's not good for publication yet.

Here are some other detached snippets I wrote earlier :)

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"Shit, it's locked"

Connor stepped forwards, cracking his knuckles. "Yeah, we'll see about that."

Nico stepped aside so the son of Hermes could have a look. Connor put his hand to the key hole then yanked it back. A look of horror crossed his features before they relaxed into more of a confused frown.

"What?" Will asked confused. "What is it?" Usually this sort of thing wouldn't have been a problem. Connor's expertise with picking locks was advanced, even by Hermes kid standards, but even he didn't seem to know what to do.

At length he answered. "This lock is cursed..." He put his hand to the key hole and immediately drew it back as if he had been burned. He turned to them, the frown still present. "We need the key."

Nico groaned loudly. "We don't have the key," he moaned. "We don't even know who does."

Connor sighed. "I know." He was uncharacteristically subdued. He chewed his lip for a second, flitting his gaze to and from the locked door before all at once he appeared to come to a decision. "Okay, I... Yeah, okay- I think I can break the curse. Just- give me a minute."

"You can do that?"

"Yeah. It's a Hermes talent. Any curses and spells that have to do with locks and surveillance are under his domain."

Will guess that... Kinda made sense. He glanced at the door, now noticing a sort of weird pulsing aura subliminally pushing him away. "What does the curse even do?"

Connor’s frown deepened. "Not important. Just know that we can't break in unless it's disabled."

That made Will very uneasy and it seemed Nico felt the same because he glared at the lock as if it had spit at him. But they both just stood back and let Connor do his thing.

The son of Hermes took a deep breath, placed his hand on the door handle and closed his eyes. At first he just stood there, looking focused but calm, but as the seconds ticked by his stance became more and more distressed. He started sweating and his eyes, previously lightly closed, were now squeezed so tightly shut it looked painful. His fists were clenched and trembling and the hand wrapped around the door handle would have snapped it off if it were made of a flimsier material than celestial bronze.

Will began to worry. "Are you-"

Connor shushed him.

A moment later the lock clicked open.

"Okay," Connor panted. "I got it." When he turned to them his eyes were glazed and unfocused.

"You don't look so good," Nico commented, looking ready to catch him if he suddenly fell over.

And as if to test that theory Connor passed out. Nico reacted quickly and stopped his fall before the other boy hit his head. Will rushed over to him and checked his pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief. It was faster than it should be but otherwise regular. Connor’s nose had started bleeding but as worrying as that may look it could be a sign of him just overworking his powers. Will did a vital scan to make sure there were no complications or anything distressing and found that Connor’s blood sugar was really low.

“He should be okay,” he assured Nico who jolted when he noticed the blood, “but when he wakes up he needs to eat something.”

“Agreed,” Nico nodded. “I don't know what's with him but I haven't seen him eat more than one single piece of bread in the past week.”

It struck Will as strange too. Usually Connor got hungry very often. He was a runner and a very active one and as a result his metabolism was super fast. He needed the energy. But nowadays, for the past two weeks, he's avoided eating no more than what was required to keep him alive. And even then it was towing the line a little too closely. When he examined him the day before they received their quest he had told Will that eating made him feel sick but refused to elaborate. It got Will thinking that there was perhaps more to his current condition than just overusing his powers.

“What now?” Will asked.

“Now we get what we came for and get the hell out of here,” Nico said. “Whoever left this curse was both serious about hiding whatever is in here and powerful enough to obscure it from even the gods themselves.”

Will nodded. He agreed to wait outside with Connor while Nico retrieved the relic. Whatever it was, securing it would more likely require the son of Hades’ skill with the blade and ability to hide in the shadows if need be.

Will lugged Connor’s body over to an alcove depressed in the opposite wall of the building and sat down with him. Nico had been in there for thirty minutes when Connor began muttering in his sleep. He was laying with his head in Will’s lap. Will had cleaned up the blood on his face already so now all he had to worry about was Connor not drooling on his legs.

Will tried to listen in on what the other boy was saying but it was too jumbled to make out most of it. He did hear Travis’ name a lot and what sounded close to a plea for help. That was concerning but now he couldn't address it.

Nico came back out a few minutes later looking confused. He held up what he found for Will to examine. It was an odd-looking cone-shaped object with ridges and bumps along its surface. Upon a closer inspection it appeared to be an animal horn. “What relic is that?”

“The Horn of Amaltheia,” he clarified, handing the object to Will, “or the Cornucopia if you prefer.”

“The Cornucopia?” Will turned it around in his hand, taking in the intricate faint markings along the horn’s base. “As in the Horn of Plenty? Why would the gods need that?”

“I think it's less about them needing it than it is about them keeping it away from someone else.”

“I don't understand.”

Nico shuffled his feet then sat down on Will’s other side. “When I was in there there was no security. Just a winding hallway leading to a bunch of empty rooms before I found the room containing this. Don't you think that's weird?”

“Maybe they thought the curse on that lock would be enough?” Will said that but he was no more certain of that than Nico.

“Maybe,” his boyfriend didn't sound convinced.

They decided that checking in for the night at a safe-ish-looking motel was a better course of action than just sleeping on the street. Connor woke up two hours later. Will heard a tired groan from one of the beds while he and Nico pored over the plan they had hastily put together while he was out.

“Oh, good, you're awake,” Will acknowledged, making his way over from the couch to where Connor was trying to slowly sit up against the headboard. Will placed a hand on the other’s forehead, checking his temperature but also renewing his vital scan. He hummed to himself. Connor looked awkward but didn't push his hand away. “How’s your headache?” Will asked.

Connor frowned. “How did you- son of Apollo, right.” He rubbed his eye as Will retracted his hand. “Nothing I can't handle.”

Will pursed his lips then turned to his bed to collect some things from his backpack. He pulled out a luke warm Sprite and a vile of nectar. He poured both into an empty travel mug, swished it around a little and handed it to Connor. “Drink this, it should get your sugar levels up and help with the symptoms of your burnout.” Connor stared at him with a shocked but also humoured expression. “What?”

“Is this…” he started incredulously, a lopsided smile growing on his face. “Did you just offer me lean?”

Will pulled back, slightly offended for some reason. “What?”

“What’s lean?” Nico asked from his place on the couch.

Connor threw his head back and laughed. “Your boyfriend just prescribed me Purple Drank. Or at least the demigod version of it.” Nico looked more confused now. “Lean is cough syrup mixed with soda,” Connor clarified, then as an afterthought, “don't try it.”

“This isn't lean,” Will argued, throwing up his hands. He felt his ears warm with both embarrassment and exasperated anger. “And putting nectar in soda solves our two problems in one, I don't understand what the issue is.” Will tried to explain himself but the longer he went on defending his choice the more amused Connor seemed to get and Nico, it seemed, also began finding this funny.

His boyfriend’s giggling only crescendoed when Will turned to glare at him.

“I'm just kidding, William, I accept your offer of getting high on a Friday night.”

“Stop that,” he chided. “Nectar won't make you high and an overdose will literally burn you alive.”

“Okay, okay, calm down,” Connor placated. His headache finally seemed to get to him because he started squinting at the meagre light eliminating from the hallway and rubbing his temples. Will handed him the drink.

“Don’t chug it, drink slowly,” he advised.

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[bassettmemes]

BIG DUMB HEART, CHAPTER TWO ↳ a collection of lyrics from jenna raine's big dumb heart, chapter two ep, as well as the singles fumbled the bag and see you later (ten years).

IT IS WHAT IT IS.

"Shrunk all my clothes in the washing machine."

"Running on two or three hours of sleep."

"There's a light flashing in my car, I don't know what it means."

"Ya know what I mean?."

"Thought I knew chaos then I turned eighteen."

"Lemons make lemonade. Flowers bloom in the rain. Growing up is a pain. It is what it is."

"It's not the end of the world; there's always light where it burns."

"It's kinda weird, kinda fun, I'm a speck on a rock."

"You can laugh, you can dance with your stomach in knots."

"You can trip, you can slip, you can fall down again, again, again and again, and it all works out in the end."

CRUISE CONTROL.

"Play the role, do what I'm told and keep it quiet, a never ending picket fence to live and die in."

"It's never made sense to me, I don't want the same routine that's on repeat, don't want it easy."

"Deep inside I just want to get up and leave."

"Even my bedroom ceiling is getting a little bored, and I got no reason to stay here anymore."

"High speed driving into the unknown. It's about time to take my hands off the wheel and just breathe in."

"What a feeling, taking off the cruise control."

"Trust the silence of the empty road. Right now, I don't need to see where I'm going."

"What's a life if you don't go and live it."

"Take a risk, it's better than a million what if's."

"I guess I've always had one foot out the door. There ain't one good reason to stay here anymore."

NIGHTS LIKE THESE.

"Called me out the blue, you needed something to do, and you had one more seat left in the trunk."

"You said, "We're waiting outside, don't look at the time"."

"I put on my favorite sweater, then we got breakfast for dinner."

"And, when they kicked us out we went for a ride, laughed 'til we cried."

"It feels like a movie."

"Everything freezes for a second."

"I let my memory take a picture I won't delete."

"I hate when it hits me that we're getting older every second, slipping away between our fingers in a blink."

"We go park the car somewhere we can see the stars and the light pollution isn't so bad, and look out at the lights."

"Tell me about your dreams, they're not as scary as they seem."

"I can't wait to watch you make it big. Yeah, you're going far."

"It feels like forever."

"I don't wanna jinx it if I say it, but we could be friends through all the ages, don't you think?"

"The same stupid kids with older faces. I guess either way I wouldn't change a single thing."

"And, when I'm 60, pulling a box out of the attic, telling my kids about the past like yesterday, they'll point at the pictures, and I'll hear the laughter in the diner. The smell of the coffee and the pancakes never fades."

WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR.

"I knew it straight away, he was gonna let you down."

"Gonna have to find out for yourself."

"Had to let the flame burn out, hate to see you hurting now. I won't say I told you so."

"I'll hold you when he won't, even if it's 2 AM, and you said you wouldn't cry again."

"You can show up at my door and pour your heart out on my floor."

"Why are you not on your way? Just 10 minutes on the interstate. If you can't show up at my door, and pour your heart out on my floor, then what are friends for."

"We can order too much food, watch a movie in my room, tomorrow we'll be sleeping in, waking up at 2 PM, when he texts you back, I'll make sure you don't text back."

FUMBLED THE BAG.

"I saw you out with your friends, same old cologne on your skin."

"You said, "I miss you" and "how you been?". You know I'm no good at this."

"My stomach's doing front flips, I used to know you, it makes me sick."

"So don't call me overdramatic, pretending the story of us isn't tragic."

"What if the best thing that you had is somebody that you want back?"

"What if the moment you walked away, you wished you turned around?"

"What if you got it all wrong and I was the one all along?"

"Hate to say, "I told you so", but baby ain't it sad? You fumbled the bag."

"You said your sister's engaged, she found love, you can't say the same."

"Thought that would be us one day."

"Small talk is hard to maintain when my heart's in 2019, you stood close and I just looked away."

"Now you gotta watch me give the world to someone else."

"You're throwing matches on a flame, but you're the one who burned it out."

SEE YOU LATER (TEN YEARS).

"It's funny 'cause I've always dreamed of me and you now here we are, staring at the stars."

"You just broke my heart even though you promised you'd never do that from the start."

"I guess we can only make it so far, 'cause time wasn't in our favor. This isn't "goodbye", this is simply "see you later"."

"Let me know when it's time to come back."

"Maybe when your life is on track, and you don't have to hesitate, hopefully it isn't too late. Luckily for you I'm patient."

"I'm OK with you making me wait and, as long as you're near, I'll be here, even if it takes ten years."

"Can't fall in love, when I found the one, how am I supposed to move on, when you're never really too far gone?"

"The memories won't go away, I feel pain every time I hear your name, but I always think of you the same."

[icanbeyourjedi-writes]

Dear Frankie Chapter Ten

Summary: When the two of you share a moment in his truck upon his return, Frankie asks you a life changing question. In that moment your life changes in more ways then one Words:  5,397 Rating: 18+ SMUT please don’t read if you are under 18 Warnings/Triggers for series: Frankie is active duty military, deployment, death, Adult language, themes, and SMUT A/N: So I don’t really know anything…ok I know nothing about Fayetteville, North Carolina.  I am taking my own liberties on what it’s like there.  Names of places may exist, but I have no idea if they are real or not as well as some of the events I have.  But it's fan fiction and there are no rules.  While the reader may have some descriptions, I am doing my best to leave out physical characteristics. Just try to have a little imagination while you're reading this. 

**Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. **

The windows covered in fog, your hands trying to find something, anything to hold on to while Frankie continues to thrust up into you. Hitting you in the perfect spot every time. His hands hold onto your waist, bringing your body down as he thrusts up in perfect timing. 

You arch your back, head falling backwards moaning his name. His lips finding any bare skin in his reach, hot breath over your damp sweaty skin. You grip the headrest so hard you think you might break it. 

“Oh my god, yes…yes” you moan. You feel yourself getting close, you don’t want to let go just yet, you need more, you want this to last forever. “Shit, I’m I’m” you can barely get the words out as you grip him tightly, your eyes close, head falling forward. Lips searching for his, the feeling of him making you cum after so long was too much and your body shakes and he continues to chase his own. 

He is relentless in finding his own release. Gripping you tighter, his breathing picking up. You feel every ridge, every vein. Your teeth tug on his earlobe. Fingers threading through his hair, his hat somewhere in the truck. He reaches his peak, ropes of his seed filling as your second orgasm quickly followed. Resting your forehead against him, both of you panting trying to catch your breath. Tucking a stray hair behind your ear he cups your face between his hands. Eyes staring into yours, time stands still and finally everything in your life feels right. 

“Frankie, promise me something?” 

“anything” 

“Don’t leave me…” you bite your bottom lip afraid this was all just a dream 

“I promise, this…you are my home. You are where I wanna be” his thumb brushes away a tear that was starting to fall “I love you” 

A gentle tap on the window scares you both. You lean back, Frankie reaching over to the driver side, rolling down the window to see Officer Powers standing there. “Morales…” he sighs like a disappointed parent

“Officer Powers,” he groans and you can’t help but giggle “I uhm, we…yeah” 

“Finish and get outta here, you know the rules” 

“You’re not mad?” 

“Welcome home Morales” Officer Powers says. Greeting you, he tips his head “you got 10 minutes” and he backs away from the truck. You can hear him slowly pull away. 

You can’t help but give a small laugh, Frankie leans back. Relief flooding his face, he was worried what Officer Powers was going to do catching him in this particular position. “Fuck,” he sighs “that was close”

The thrill of getting caught was something new, something that you kinda wanted to do again. You slowly rock your hips, feeling him getting hard again. You tilt his jaw up, kissing him again and he shakes his head against you. 

“If he comes back and we’re still here…” 

“Guess that means you better hurry the fuck up Morales” you rock your hips more beginning to pick up the pace. 

You know it’s been longer than ten minutes, it’s been much longer than that. But you can’t get enough of him. He’s still buried inside you, while your face is buried in the crook of his neck. Breathing him in, your hand rests on his pounding heart. This was better than any dream, it’s real. He’s real and he’s with you. 

His arms are wrapped around you, holding you to his chest. He’s well aware of the time. He knows that Officer Powers could be back at any moment. But he doesn’t want to leave this quiet serenity. He missed you, special forces was more than he imagined it would be. Death had always happened, but it was becoming a daily thing. Friends being carried home in caskets. The saying ‘life is short’ was true and he was ready for a life with you. 

The window was left open and you hear Officer Powers clear his throat, “Morales, what did I tell you?” His voice was more annoyed than angry. 

“I know I know” 

“It’s my fault” you say lifting your head, “I got a little carried away” 

“No, sir it’s my fault” Frankie injects 

“Just get dressed, and get out of here. I’ll be in the truck behind you” Powers rolls his eyes and walks back to the truck. His lights shining in the window

You turn your body, still connected to Frankie reaching into the glovebox to grab some napkins you know he kept in there. Your fingers brush over a velvet box. Completely forgetting the reason you were in there you pull the box out and look at him, “what is this?” 

“You’ve had my truck for over a year and you're just now finding this?” he chuckles vibrating your entire body “it looks like a ring box” 

“Frankie?” the box feels heavy in your hand 

“Well, this isn’t how I planned it. But what the fuck, why not?” He takes the box from your shaking hand  

He opens the box, taking out the ring. “It’s not much, but…ok here it goes. You showed me what love was, what love is. I was always afraid to let someone get close to me. But then you came along and showed me what love is and just how scary and how fun it can be. You're the first girl I said I love you too and I want you to be the last.” 

“Yes…” you shout before he even asks 

“I didn’t even ask you anything yet,” he chuckles. He leans forwards giving you a quick kiss before saying your name “Estrella, my love. Will you marry me?” 

You nod, hands covering your shocked face “yes Francisco…yes” he takes your hand and slides the ring on your finger. The square diamond sits on a gold band, small diamonds sit in the band, he said it wasn’t much, but it was the most beautiful ring you could have imagined.  

You lunge forward, grabbing the sides of his face and kissing him deeply. His hands wrap around you and smiles against your lips “just maybe when people ask how I proposed, we don’t tell them it was like this?” 

“Nope…I’m telling everyone you asked while your were still buried deep inside and Officer Powers caught us for the third time” you smile 

“Third time?” Frankie leans back, glancing to his right seeing Officer Powers standing at the window yet again. Frankie shakes his head and Officer Powers just smiles as you show him the ring. 

Was the proposal everything I had ever dreamed of? No, not in the slightest. But it was completely you and us. Frankie I love you and I’m ready for the next steps. 

“Fraaaaaaaankie” you yell from the bathroom. It had been five weeks since your last period and just over three weeks since Frankie and your homecoming party. In his truck. 

You're sitting on the floor in the bathroom, hovering over the toilet trying not to throw up again. Frankie opens the bathroom door and the smell of bacon fills the space, making you empty whatever was left in your stomach into the toilet. 

“What’s wrong? Are you…” he stops and runs behind you, pulling your hair back keeping it from falling in your face “baby what’s wrong? You’ve been like this a couple days now. I don’t think it’s food poisoning”  

“Frankie, I'm fine. I promise” you go to stand, a little light headed and grab onto Frankie to keep yourself from falling. His hands wrap around you. The smell of burning bacon makes you sick to your stomach again. 

“No, nope that’s it. I’m taking you to the hospital", his voice full of concern. He wraps his arm around your waist, bending over to pick up your legs and carrying your bridal style down the stairs. You protest for him to put you down. Telling him you are perfectly capable of walking. 

Benny is at the stove, trying to stop the house from burning down, “Cat, man what the fuck you can’t just leave baaaaStella are you ok?” he quickly pulls the pan off the stove 

“I’m fine. Just food poisoning. Tell him I’m fine” you say as Frankie walks towards the door leading to the garage grabbing your purse along the way 

“It’s been three days, it’s not food posioning. We are going to the hospital” 

It was no use, when Frankie had his mind set on something he was going to do. He wouldn’t let anything get in the way. No matter how many times you told him you were fine he wouldn’t believe it until a doctor said so. You didn’t have time for a doctor and a wedding to plan. A wedding that was happening much quicker than you had anticipated thanks to Frankie being called to Duty again. 

You sit in the waiting room at the local ER, waiting for your name to be called. “Frankie, it’s just stress. The wedding before you leave again. Trying to plan something in like a moooonnn” you try to reason with him when a nurse was calling your name 

You stand and Frankie follows, you tell him your fine and he can wait there. He looked hurt, “I’ll be fine and I will tell you everything. I promise” you lean down and kiss his cheek before walking towards the nurse who called your name “hi” you greet her. 

White floor, white walls, white cupboards and a white bed. You hated any medical office, too many memories of your mom being sick. You sit with your feet dangling from the bed, twiddling your thumbs waiting for the doctor to come in. There was a knock on the door and it slowly opened. 

You felt like you were in the room forever, being integrated by the doctor and the nurse. Blood tests and a few more questions you are finally released “we’ll call you in a few days with the results. But for now just take it easy. If you have any other problems don’t be afraid to call us” 

“Will do, thanks” 

A few hours later you were sitting on the small couch in Frankie’s room. Reading one of the romance novels he had on the bookshelf when your phone rang. Frankie was working out. It was the doctor's office with what you only guessed was the results of your blood work. 

“What? Really?” You shouldn’t have been shocked by the answer. But you still weren’t completely prepared for it 

“Yes ma’am, congratulations” 

Shit…I mean I’m excited. But I don’t know if I can do this. A wedding, preparing for you to leave again and a baby? How do I tell you? Do I tell you? I mean I’ll be like 4 months when you leave…maybe you won’t notice and then bam surprise when you get home. 

Naw who am I kidding, that won’t work. You notice everything and I don’t want to hurt you by not telling you. Well, Frankie…I’m pregnant.

You didn’t hear him come home, you weren’t even aware that you had fallen asleep on the sofa until you felt a pair of hands moving the book that was still open on your lap. He was dressed in a pair of flannel PJ pants and a simple black shirt. His hair curling at the bottom and little water droplets sit at the ends. You go to sit up, he shakes his head and curls up behind you. “Shhh…close your eyes again. A nap sounds nice” he kisses your cheek. His back pressed against the back of the sofa and an open wraps around you pulling you closer until your bodies become one. 

He slides his hand under your shirt. His palm warm as he leaves is on your bare stomach. His thumb gently stroking the soft skin. You can feel his breath against your neck. It would be so easy to fall asleep right now, so easy to just stay like this. You put your hand on top of his and lace your fingers with him. You take a deep breath, he needs to know. 

“The doc called while you were away” you say softly. Eyes still closed and Frankie kisses the skin on your neck he can reach 

“Mmmm…you seem better” 

“I’m…” you swallow hard. You turn your body laying on your back so you can see his face. “Frankie,” you cup his cheek. Fingertips brushing over his freshly shaven face. He kisses your palm and opens his eyes to you. 

“Frankie, I’m pregnant” 

“Really?” His eyes shoot open “what, when, how…”

“Remember the night you came home?” you ask and he nods his head, “I think you are clearly aware of how…but yeah. I…we’re pregnant” 

The smile on his face lights up the room and he wraps you up in his arms. Peppering your face with kisses as you close your eyes and giggle. Before you know it, he’s hovering over you, his face inches from yours, eyes locked onto yours. “I love you”

“I love you” you reply and his lips mold to yours. Slow, sweet, but filled with passion. His tongue brushes against the seam of your lips begging for you to let him in. You grant him it, his tongue darts in. Moving with yours and you thread your fingers into his hair. His lips move to your neck, spending time there, making sure to leave his mark. 

“You’re happy?” You say but it sounded more like a question, terrified that this question is going to ruin the moment

He lifts his head, “so happy. I’m scared as hell. But I can’t believe it…I’m so happy” 

January 2015

Three months pregnant and trying to plan a wedding was not something I planned. I never imagined I’d end up having to do both on my own. 

“You what?” You shout 

“Leave at the end of the month” he’s pacing in the kitchen. Your arms crossed leaning against the counter 

“You said you were free for a while. That you got to stay home” you continue to watch him “we were planning for a summer wedding” 

“I know, but you know I don’t control this” he shakes his head, he’s just as angry but knows there is nothing he can do about it

“It’s not fair” you try to fight back a tear

He wraps his arms around you, bringing you close to his body.  Kissing your forehead and you lean into him. Resting your head on his shoulder. They have already taken him away for so long, you were just starting to plan the rest of your lives together.  You knew you would still have to share him with his career once you were married, but you wished that they would at least let you enjoy some time with him before getting called back to action. 

“I know, look, I would marry you tomorrow if you want to.  But I know you had your heart set on that little church in the mountains” his hands rub up and down your back, “I want that too, but I also don’t mind having a small wedding.  Making you a Morales, then a bigger wedding when I get home” 

“Tomorrow?” 

“At the courthouse, you sure?” he asks, his thumbs rubbing circular motions over your growing stomach.

It may not have been idea for the wedding, and you were right.  I did have my heart set on that little church in the mountains we drove by when going to the cabin.  But, Frankie. I would marry you over and over again.  It doesn’t matter the time, the place, the dress or who is there. I just need you.

A small wedding at the courthouse, has you standing in front of your shared closet wrapped in your fuzzy robe having no idea what to wear. You had finished your shower, letting Frankie take his while you got dressed.  Otherwise you both know, you’d never make it in time for your appointment. Hanging the dress back up that you just spent 10 minutes looking at, you take a deep breath, trying to not let the hormones take over and have you falling to your knees crying. Before you can fall apart, you feel a warm pair of arms wrap around you.  His chin resting on your shoulder. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks kissing your neck

“I have nothing to wear, nothing fits right” you sigh. 

Frankie spins you around, you see him in a black tux, hair styled, and he shaved again. His baby face on full display. It’s not fair you think. Guys don’t gain weight, their bodies don’t change, they don’t have to push out a human being and yet here you are almost 4 months pregnant and none of your clothes, at least the ones for a wedding don’t fit. 

His hands on your arms, rubbing them up and down. His eyes staring into yours. “You could just wear this, it will make ripping of off you later a lot easier for me” he smirks leaning in to kiss you 

“Shut up” you can’t help smile when his lips brush over yours, “maybe we just wait” 

“You're not getting cold feet on me, are you Mrs. Morales?” He asks 

“Not Mrs Morales yet…” you give a small smile 

He shrugs, “it’s a signature on a paper, you’ve been my Mrs. Morales since I said I love you and you said it back”

He looks behind you, reaching for a dress…the red dress. The same dress you wore the night Baby M was conceived, the same red dress you wore when he proposed. He always said he wasn’t romantic but the fact that it was this dress he reached for, he was. He was the most romantic in his own subtle ways. He holds it out, looking from you to the dress. A smile on his face. 

“I think you should wear this one” he puts the hanger over your head, letting the dress hang off your shoulders. Biting his bottom lip, he nods in approval “yup, this would be perfect” 

“It’s not much of a wedding dress” I say, he shrugs again “if I wear this, you hand to wear the red tie” 

It wasn’t the wedding you had pictured. You didn’t see yourself in a red dress, with a black jacket and a pair of black flats.  But the man standing in front of you was everything you had imagined. He was a vision in his black suit, white shirt and burgundy tie. Your hands in his, ‘I love you’ he mouths the words to you and you blink back tears. ‘I love you’ you mouth back to him. His thumb rubbing circles over the back of your hands. For the moment the world was perfect, you didn’t want to think what the Newport few days would be like. It was always hard enough saying good-bye to him. But saying good-bye this time was going to be nearly impossible. 

“…Baby” he whispers

You shake your head, not realizing you missed the important words, the only words you had to say today. “I do, Frankie. I do” you smile and he cups your cheek, leaning into his warm palm 

“Can I kiss her now?” His eyes remain locked onto yours, your tongue peeks out licking your bottom lips. He doesn’t wait for a yes before closing the distance. Lips molding to yours, bringing your body as close to him as possible. Your hands cup his face, holding him to you not wanting to let this feeling go. 

The day had been a whirlwind, everything falling into place effortlessly.  You don’t know how it was at all possible that Heather was able to throw together a small congratulations dinner. With the help of her chef husband, you would have thought that this was the plan all along. And at the moment, you were perfectly content with it.  Reaching into your purse you unlock the door and start to step through when you feel his hand around your wrist stopping you from moving forward. He carefully spins you to face him. 

“What are you doing?” you ask and he gently tugs you to him. 

He lifts the hand he’s holding, dropping it on his shoulder. “Frankie…no, Frankie” One arm wrapping around your waist, the other under your thighs. Picking you up. 

“It’s our wedding and I’m carrying you over the threshold” he kisses your cheek

He carries you into the house, kicking the door closed behind him. You expect that he is going to set you down now that you are in the house, but instead he makes his way to the staircase, “where are you going?” you ask already knowing the answer

“Upstairs”

Three months pregnant and you know not only were you showing, but you know you had started to gain more weight.  Frankie is strong, he has to be, but the thought of him trying to carry you up the stairs but an uneasy feeling in you. You know saying his name isn’t going to stop him, you’ve tried that already.  Already tried that a few times, so instead you do something that you know is distracting.

“Frankie…” you sigh, the hand that isn’t wrapped around his shoulder moving to cup his face.  Gently turning him to face you, “I love you” you smile before guiding his lips to yours.  Lips capturing his in a tender kiss. 

Eyes slowly opening, you lay in bed in that post sex daze, blinking a few times to let your senses come to.  You look over to Frankie’s spot in the bed and he has disappeared, how long had you been out, your hand brushes over the empty space it still feels warm to the touch.  From behind you, you can hear the running of water in the bathroom.  Throwing the sheets off your naked body, you move to the door and slowly push it open.  Standing there Frankie bent over the tub, testing the water on his hands pouring out the facet making sure it is the perfect temperature. Reaching across the tub he grabs your favorite bubble bath. The smell of eucalyptus and lavender start to fill the room.  You lean against the door frame, a smile spreads across your face as you watch the man you are madly in love with take care of you.

After pouring a generous amount of the liquid, bubbles start to form.  Feeling accomplished, Frankie turns his head down; he nearly falls backwards in the tub when he looks up seeing you standing in the doorway. “Shit…estrella!” he says “you scared the shit outta me.  How long have you been standing there?”

You grin, knowing there was no way you could possibly scare a highly trained Delta Force member.  Walking towards him, pretending to look around him at his hand work, “is that for me?” you ask moving closer to his outstretched arms. 

“Maybe…” he smirks wrapping you in his arms when you get close enough “...I wanted to let you rest” he places a kiss to your forehead

“Would you join me?” you ask, squeezing your arms around him   

The water’s cooling around your bodies.  You’re back pressed against Frankie’s chest.  Head fitting perfectly against his shoulder while his hands rub up and down your arms, placing soft butterfly kisses to your exposed shoulder. “I don’t know what I did to have you fall in love with me, but I thank everything for that” he kisses you again, your head tilting towards him and hand cupping his face. 

“You really wanna know?” you ask, fingers under his jaw tilting his face up to look at you, he nods his head yes, “the day you crashed into me at the grocery store with your schweddy balls”

“I must definitely did not crash into you…” he chuckles, “it was a blind corner, and the cart did what it wanted” he smile at you exposing that dimple that you love so much

“Mhmm sure….” you roll your eye at him, “well then when you didn’t crash into me…you were so sweet and kind. Despite just meeting I felt like you had been someone I had known my whole life after finishing our shopping trip together. I wasn’t sure how, but I knew I wanted to see you again. I wanted to hear you talk more, I like listening to you talk” he gives you a sheepish smile and your hand wraps around his. “Our first date…our first real date as you call it”

“The dinner and the beach?” he asks 

“It wasn’t the dinner, to be honest.  It was walking with you along the beach after.  When I told you about my Dad, and you didn’t run. That night, when you kissed me and I swear the world stopped for just a brief second.  It sounds cliche but I don’t care I was falling in love with you Frankie, and it terrified me.  The moment I knew it was real, and that I had fallen…when I told you I was a virgin and you took your time.  You didn’t rush me, you made me feel perfect…and I know I don’t have much to compare you too, but I swear Frankie I don’t think anyone would or could treat me better than you do.  Despite this rough exterior, you are the most romantic, caring, selfless man I have ever met.  And I am so glad it was you, that it is you”

A single tear falls from Frankie’s eye, you lean forward catching the falling droplet with your lips. “Frankie, I love you so much and I am the lucky one.  I am so fucking lucky that you picked me, you could have any girl out there and I am lucky enough that I get to call you mine” 

He leans his forehead against yours, “I love you” he whispers “I knew from the minute I saw you” 

“When you didn’t crash into me?” you bite your lip trying to hold back a smile

He shakes his head, “no…” you pull away, your eyes widen looking at him “it was when you and Heather were shopping. She was holding up two melons asking you which one you liked. The way you laughed, it lit up the entire supermarket.  It was a sound I wanted to hear again, if sounded like home” 

“Frankie…” you sigh

“It sounds fucking crazy, I know. Then we started to hang out, talk more and I started falling and falling hard. I was terrified, I knew I was never going to be good enough for you. I didn’t do relationships, I did one night…maybe two. I always left because I didn’t want to get hurt, I didn’t want them to get hurt. With you, I knew I would find a way to fuck it up and breaking your heart was the last thing I would have ever wanted to do. But each time I pushed away, you wouldn’t let me…you showed me that true love can win.  That true love is worth fighting for. I thought saying those three words for the first time my heart was going to beat out of my chest I was so scared, but now…with you those three words are the easiest thing to say” he leans forward, kissing you with as much passion as he can, showing you just how much you mean to him. “I love you…I love you so fucking much and I am the luckiest man not in the world, but in the universe, in the galaxy whatever you want to be able to call you my love…my life…my wife” 

You can’t help the tears that are flowing now, you wipe them away and try to smile the best you can as the water works continue. “That should have been your proposal…” you grin 

“Can we tell people thats what I said, and maybe not tell them it was when I was…”

“Nope” you interrupt him, “the way you did is the most Frankie way” 

The closer we get to you leaving, the harder and harder it becomes. I know it’s not your choice, and if you could you would stay. But watching you want this as much as I do, that you are trying to make the most of every minute it is making saying ‘goodbye’ that much harder 

The next few weeks went by in a blur, between work schedules, changing all legal documents into your new last name and finding matching wedding bands you hardly had spent any quality time with your new husband. It was Saturday night, and he left on Monday. You lay in bed, it was early evening, Frankie laying next to you with a hand on your stomach. Hoping to feel the baby move.

“What are you doing?” you ask as he moves his hand around your stomach

“Trying to feel her” he says. His palm flat on your stomach moving from the bottom to the sides, to the top “I wanna feel her before I leave”

“Hate to tell you this, but you're about a month early for that.  And what do you mean by her?” you prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him move his hand around more.  Smiling slightly when you see him stick out his tongue in determination 

“Yes her, it’s a baby girl I can feel it” he looks up at you, giving you puppy dog eyes and devilish grin

You move your left hand, taking his chin under your fingers and guiding him towards you for a sweet kiss. He lays you down on the pillows, deepening the kiss.  His tongue slipping past your lips, his kiss making you see stars like only he knew how. He swallows your moan when he slips a hand under your shorts, working his way down. He knew the thought of sex was still the last thing on your mind, but he wanted to spend his last few moments at home, in his home. In his favorite place to be. Inside, buried in you. 

His fingers dip lower, swiping through your folds, finding you already wet. You feel the smile on his lips as he teases you. Grabbing his wrist and breaking this kiss, “mmm no, I want you to remind me how you got the name Catfish, Morales” you say breathlessly and his eyes widen. “Then I want you inside me till you have to go” 

“Yes ma’am” 

Your legs quiver while he continues to fuck you with his tongue. His mouth was just as magical as his fingers. You wish you could see him, your thighs push together, his hands pushing them apart. Keeping them against the bed, he wanted you open to him. 

“Oh, yes, yes…shit. Fraaaaaankie” you moan. Your eyes rolling back into your head. Hands clutching at the sheets. You know he’s loving watching you come undone. You wish you could see him and the hunger you know that is in his eyes. The orgasm breaks you, you scream his name, tilting your head back against the pillows. The world is on fire in the best way possible. 

Frankie drinks everything you have to give, not letting a drop go to waste. He rests his head on your thigh. Eyes fixed on your fluttering hole, gentle stroking your other thigh. Your hands releasing their tight grip on the sheets and running through his now much shorter hair. You feel him smile against your leg. 

He carefully works his way back up towards you, laying on his side next to you. “I didn’t say you were dismissed Soldier” he stares at you for a moment “now take off your clothes and get back to work” 

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna hur….” he starts and you sit up. Wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him to you. Crashing your lips to his tasting yourself on him. He closes his eyes, a hand holding the back of your head. Keeping you close to him. He takes a deep breath reluctantly pulling away, “you have to let me know if it’s uncomfortable. Please…” 

You nod, forehead resting against his. Your nose next to his. Biting your bottom lip, you reach for the hem of his gray ribbed tank top. Pulling it up and over his head, tossing it behind him. “Please, I need you” 

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Ten Seconds (Pt 3)

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Letty pulled up next to Dom, everyone already placing bets on who would win. "I got fifty on Toretto!" Leon shouted. Vince and Jesse added two twenties each. Brian held up two fifties and winked at Letty.

"How do you guys have so much money?" A young guy whined. "Sell things you don't need" Brian shouted.

Letty made a mental note. Dom picked up Brian. "My trophy" The blond laughed.

"Everybody to your cars" Dom kissed Brian one more time before entering his red car. Letty smirked a bit.

"Ready, set, go!"

The four drove off, Letty would give Dom some credit, he was really fast but she wanted to make a statement.

After about a minute, she hit her NSO and drove past Toretto, however, he appeared to know something she didn't as her engine started to spark.

"Shit!" Letty came to a rough stop, skidding across the road for minute and watched him drive past. Letty took a deep breath and laughed, the rush hitting her despite her loss. She determined her engine was okay and drove back to the starting point.

"Whatcha smiling for?" Toretto laughed at her, Brian kissing him all over. " I had you. I almost had you" Letty pointed at him. "Your engines fried, can't race again" Jesse took one look at it and made a face. "Bumper's dented to hell and back"

Sirens blared loud, blue and red flooding the area. "Shut! It's the cops!" Everyone fled, Letty running to her car and watching as Vince separated Brian from Dom, through neither looked happy about it.

She sped off, sticking to alleyways and the back roads, thankful that the chaos covered her car. Then she spotted Toretto and sped off faster, catching up to him.

"Get in!" She gestured, he bolted to her and buckled in, Letty drove off fast and crazy, managing to get a cop to crash into someone else and laughed.

"Thank you" Dom took deep breaths. "You must really hate cops" Letty noted. "Two years down in Lompoc" He said quietly. "Juvie for grand theft auto, but I actually just got into a car accident with my mom" Letty muttered. "Guess I couldn't stay away from that life"

"Why did you save me?" "I was kinda hoping you'd let me keep my car" "Not a chance" Letty laughed.

She parked on the street where Dom directed her to and raised an eyebrow. "After race party?" "I'm gonna kill em" Dom growled. "You wanna come in?" "Um, sure" Letty locked her car and let him hold the door for her. Brian leapt from his spot on the floor to hug Dom.

"Vince wouldn't let me go after you, I was so worried" "Where is he?" Dom growled again. "Playing guitar to show off" Brian pointed behind him.

Dom stomped off, stopping to yell at Leon and then Jesse. "Those two years in Lompoc really freaked him out huh?" Letty sighed. "You have no idea" Brian grabbed a beer.

"Why is she here?" Vince whined. "Because she kept me out of handcuffs!" Dom yelled. "She didn't just run back to the fort and keep my husband here!" Letty snickered a bit. "You can have any beer you want as long as it's a Corona" Brian said in a deep voice to mock him.

"That's Vince's" Dom slapped Brian's back. Letty looked the other man in the eyes as she wiped it off on her shirt before taking a swig. Mia came downstairs after running her hands through her hair.

"Hey Letty" "Hi" Letty choked a bit.

"Why don't we go upstairs and you give me a massage?" Brian grabbed Dom's hand. "I'm not tired.

Brian's blues narrowed. "I said, let's go upstairs and you give me a massage"

Leon and Vince laughed. Dom smirked and wrapped Brian's arm around his shoulders. "Hey Martinez, you owe me a ten second car"

Brian cackled

"Guys knock it off" Mia said, her brother and brother in-law went upstairs. "I need to talk to you, alone" Mia glared at Vince, Leon and Jesse.

"Let's go"

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Helpless // Rafe Cameron x Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Summary: After running from the cops, you shower at Rafe’s house. Showering turns to more.

Word Count:2.6k

Warnings: drug use, alcohol, being objectified, hiding from the cops, begging, choking, kinda mean dom, smug male, my horrible writing

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Topper’s birthday party was in full swing at his house, and you sat on the porch couch. Your shirt beginning to feel like a bad choice, being so low-cut. You heard the bubbling sound of the bong. 

“Finally we bust out the contraband, hand it over?” you questioned Kelce. 

“Oh me first!” Topper jumped in between you and the bong, grabbing it up and frantically taking a hit. He settled on the couch, taking a final one.

“Here you go M'lady” his use of words surprises you as he hands it to you, finally.

“Woah I didn’t know you knew such chivalrous words,” you laughed as you got ready to take a hit. 

“What the fuck is chivalrous?” He asked, his head tilting to the side. 

“Being nice to a woman,” Rafe chimed in, he has been sitting staring at his phone almost the entire time. You took a second hit from the bing, holding your breath and laughing on your exhale. 

“What the fuck would you know about being nice to women?” The obvious statement accumulated laughs and whoops from the room. You took your last final hit, setting the bong and lighter on the table.

“Oh I know plenty,” Rafe winked, grabbing the bong, holding eye contact s he took his hit and proceeded to blow the smoke into your face. You fanned the smoke away and glare at Rafe, he leans back, stretching his arms out to both sides.

“Oh they’re gonna have a fight,” Kelce yelled, running and sitting close by, his eyes scanning you and Rafe incessantly.

You and Rafe were notorious for getting into staring contests. Both of you were stubborn and what some might call mean.

You leaned forward, resting your hands on your knees, pressing your boobs together. Using them to your advantage would for sure make Rafe break eye contact, he was a sex-crazed boy. Everyone gathered around, watching intently as you both stared at each other. You adjusted your body once again, feeling Topper looking from. 

“Oh come on man she's wearing a lace bra, just look already,” Topper said.

“Come on Rafe, look.” you adjusted again. 

“Never.” He smirked at you.

“Come on objectify me, you know you want to,” you smiled at him.

“Rafe break already, I’m bored I wanna do shots,” Max whined, it had only been 2 minutes. She ran over and put her hands on both sides of Rafe’s face. She tilted his head down, his eyes still glared into yours.

He finally gave in, looking down at your breasts.

“They’re not even that good,” he rolled his eyes, “I’ve seen better.”

“Yeah right,” you scoffed, “now how about those shots?” you got up leading the way to the kitchen. Your immediate friends trickled in slowly, shots were poured one after the other. You began to feel the weed and alcohol mixing with each shot. You sat on a chair, feeling light-headed. 

You placed your hand on your forehead, squeezing your temples. 

“You feelin’ alright?” Rafe was towering over your hunched body. His hand reached out to your shoulder, squeezing lightly.

“I feel sick,” you said, looking up into his eyes. “could you get me some water?” 

“I guess,” he left you in the chair, and you could feel the sudden coldness on your skin where his hand had just been. You felt your stomach churn. You stood, holding onto the chair for balance. Gaining your balance you made your way to the ground-level bathroom. You closed the door, sitting on the closed toilet. Closing your eyes and placing your hands over your eyes. 

“Y/n?” you heard a light knock on the door.

“Hmm? You hummed in question.

“I have your water.” 

“Oh, come in.”

Rafe entered the small bathroom, closing the door behind him. He handed you the water. Watching as you sipped on it.

“I think I had too much tequila,” you said looking up at him again.

“Stop looking up at me,” he said looking away quickly.

“Why?” you questioned, filling your cup again with the faucet.

“Cause I said so,” He opened the door to leave, quickly turning around to shut off the faucet and slamming the door. He locked it.

“Wha-” you jumped.

“Shhh,” he placed his hand over your mouth.

“The cops are here,” he whispered, your eyes widened, “let's go out the window and wait until they leave.” 

“But I’m supposed to sleep at Topper’s,” you felt an adrenaline rush at the thought of getting caught.

“Well I don’t think that's gonna happen, so just come on.”

He pulled you up to your feet. He slowly pushed open the window, careful to stay quiet.

“That's too high,” you looked over the edge and down at Topper’s Mom’s flowers.

“I'll go first and I'll catch you.” Rafe began to put his foot out, then his leg. He landed gracefully.

“Okay come on,” He urged.

“No, it's too high Rafe.”

“Stop being a baby,” He lifted one hand out, and you took it willingly. He was steady as you let all your weight fall onto him. He made it seem easy to catch an entire person.

“Okay come on, now we’ll hop the fence to the neighbors,” he set you down and headed towards the side fence. 

Luckily, it was a small fence, but flower beds resided on either side.

You both squatted in the dirt of the flower beds, allowing them to hide you from the view. Watching as the police placed all your friends into cop cars. The cops entered the house once again, you could see lights flash in each room of the house.

“Fuck,” you both said wide-eyed in unison at the sound of sprinklers sprouting from the ground and spraying you both. The ground beneath your feet turned to mud. The cops pulled away, 4 cars, for one noise complaint. 

“Okay, let’s go,” he pulled you harshly, and your feet went out from under you. You landed in the mud, it squished beneath your back.

“Jesus fuck,” Rafe lifted you to your feet, “you’re helpless.”

He walked sternly to his car down the street. You picked the mud and leaves out of your hair.

“You’re not getting in my car like that,” Rafe stood at the driver's door.

“Well what do you want me to do?” you looked at him in disbelief.

“Strip,” he smirked, getting in the car and slamming the door. You stood outside his door staring.

“You’re serious?” you asked, he turned and smirked at you. You obliged removing your shirt, your aforementioned lace bra on display. You caught Rafe’s eye in the side mirror. His eyes trail down your body. You shimmied out of your pants, folding them neatly and holding them.

You walked around, opening the passenger door and getting in, using your clothes to cover your lap. 

“Where am I taking you?” he didn’t turn to look. He stared straight forward, starting the car.

“I don’t know, I can’t go home now,” your curfew was midnight and it was well after, not to mention the sleepover at Toppers’. 

“You can sleep at mine, but you’re taking the couch.” His answer didn’t surprise you, why would Rafe give up his bed for anyone?

“Yeah fine whatever. _

Rafe’s room was clean, not like any boys' room you'd ever seen, almost like no one lived there. Sneaking in was no problem in a house his size.

“Can I shower?” you asked, your clothes sitting neatly on the floor by your shoes.

“Only if I can watch,” Rafe winked at you. He was unbearably cocky.

He took you to the bathroom, placing a towel on the sink for you. He left closing the door, you removed your bra and underwear, standing exposed as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The shower was impossible to turn on, the hot was cold, and the cold was hot, not to mention the drain was plugged and you couldn’t undo it.

“Rafe comes and turns it on for me,” you whined, wrapping the towel around yourself. It was the softest but shortest towel you had ever used. You sat on the toilet lid waiting for him to enter When he did, his eyes catching on your thighs, the towel riding high up.

“You’re so helpless, how are you even alive still?” he turned on the shower, playing with the temperature to get it just right.

“Thank you,” you looked up at him and he began to walk out. 

“Stop it,” he scoffed, his tone obviously annoyed.

“But why,” you asked, you knew now why. 

“Just stop it,” He waved his hand at you, and you caught it. You pulled him back into the bathroom.

 “I thought you wanted to watch.” you batted your eyes at him and stood up.

He moved in close to you, your breath hitching as his hand moved up your arm. He grabbed the loose end of the towel and pulled it. It fell and you were left naked, standing in front of  Rafe. He eyed you up and down, taking in every inch of your body his eyes could see.

You moved from his space and into the shower. You stood in the water letting it cover you, you ran your hands over your body, checking out of the corner of your eye that Rafe was watching. 

Once your hand brushed over your breasts you held the, in your hands, kneading and letting out small moans. You moved one of your hands move down towards your cunt, brushing past your slit. You touched your clit, your hips moving involuntarily. You heard shuffling and Rafe was moving towards you.

 “You’re so helpless, let me do it?” it was a statement and you didn’t mind.

You nodded eagerly. He pulled his shirt over his head, undoing his belt and pants with one hand. His boxers were tented, and he pushed them down. He stepped into the shower, you felt his body heat radiating. He backed you into the tile wall, you were shielded from the water.

His hand moved to your neck harshly, holding as he pressed his mouth to yours.

He was hungry as he kissed, selfish even. His tongue explored your mouth, pushing your tongue out of the way. His hand felt its way to your breast, kneading hard. Involuntarily you moaned, and he smirked into the kiss.

“Rafe I need more,” you pulled back looking up at him.

“I’ll decide what you need.”

Your hand grabbed his hair as he began to kiss you again. The need became too much, and you grind your hips against him, feeling his shaft against your body.

“Stop it,” he moaned pulling away from you. He turned you around, his hand grabbing you around your torso. His head rested itself in the crook of your neck. He placed kisses as his other hand felt its way down to your cunt.

He placed a finger on your clit, making you whimper. He began to move it in circles, you threw your head back into his chest. 

“More please,” you whined.

“God you’re so needy,” he slipped two fingers inside of you. He held them still, watching you. writhe. “You think you deserve more?”

“Rafe,” you whined out, “Please.”

He moved his fingers, his palm hitting your clit with every movement. His hands moved fastly, your moans filling the bathroom. Your legs felt weak, shaking under the pleasure. You grabbed his bicep, digging your nails into his skin. Your other hand moves down to rub circles around your clit. 

“Don’t,” he moved your hand away holding it against your body. You let your weight fall on him, squeezing your eyes shut. He moved his fingers in and out with speed, grunting with exertion. He kissed your neck, biting at the skin. You rocked your hips with his thrusts, the pleasure becoming all-consuming. 

“Cum for me,” he whispered into your ear. He moved faster, sloppily thrusting his fingers into you, reaching a deeper spot. Your stomach twisted, and you cried out in pleasure, you felt the sweet release. Rafe held onto you tight, his hands still thrusting. He slowed down, and with every thrust, your body jolted.

“Good,” he removed his fingers and held you as you came down. You turned around, kissing him harshly. You fought for dominance, but he backed you into the corner now, his hand grabbing your ass, squeezing harshly. This caught you off guard, you moaned and he took his chance to take over.

He moved down your body, placing kisses as he made his way to your pussy. His arms held around your thighs, his tongue making contact with your slit. He teased you, placing kisses on your legs, licking just away from the sweet spot. You grabbed onto his hair, pulling on it, hoping to send the message. Instead, he stood up, pushing you onto your knees. 

“Helpless and greedy,” he tsked down at you. He ran his hand over your cheek, letting his thumb glide over your lips. You placed your hand on his cock, it was throbbing. You moved your hand around it, and Rafe moaned out. A smirk grew on your face, you rubbed the tip on your lips. His muscles tensed, and you felt his abs with one hand, the other playing with his balls. You licked up his shaft, letting your tongue linger on his tip. You took him into your mouth, looking up at him, he was staring down at you. You let the tip hit your inner cheek, and he grunted. You repeated this, teasing him.

“Stop being a fucking tease,” he grabbed your hair in his hands, “stand up.”

You did so, standing in from of him, he stared at you hungrily. He stepped forward, your back hitting the way. His hands parted your legs, guiding them to wrap around his waist. He lifted you up, pressing you hard against the wall. His body pressed against yours, and you felt his dick against your pussy. His hand guided his dick to your slits, it glided through them and in.

He thrust hard and fast, leaving you no time to think. You buried your head into his chest. His hand on your back is flat, supporting you. With every thrust, you bounced. He goes fast, beginning to moan with each move. 

Wrapping your hands around him, you dug your nails in. His thrusts became sloppy and jerky. You moaned out as your stomach tightened and release all in seconds. He thrust one final time, moaning, pulling out quickly. He set you on your feet, stroking his cock and then letting his white cum spurt all over your stomach.

He stared down at his cum for a minute before wiping some on his thumb, bringing it up to your mouth.

“I should’ve come in here,” he pushed his thumb into your mouth. You stared into his eyes, swirling your tongue around to taste his cum.

_

He left the shower abruptly.

You found him in pajama pants, sitting at his desk, playing video games of course. 

“Um, do you have anything I can wear?” you asked, the towel still wrapped tightly around you. Your bra and underwear were the only clean items of clothes you had. He said nothing as he went to his wardrobe and got a hoodie for you. He tossed it onto the bed. He was sitting back in his chair watching you. 

You let the towel slip, pulling the hoodie over your head. It pooled around your thighs. 

“Still think I don’t know how to treat a woman?” He smirked at you, turning in his chair and unpausing his video game.

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HIIIIIIII!!!!!! How you doing Nic <<3 I haven't been on Tumblr for ages so idk if I missed any new fanfic from you? (Though I guess I'll find out soon enough cause I'm about to stalk ur blog again)

What have you been up to besides simping for Leon? And has the holiday mood hit you yet? I hope you're doing great!!! My days have literally been PACKED with exams I'm so exausteddd. I'm really proud of myself today cause I think I did very well on an exam I literally started studying for this morning (gonna get that stupid degree 🫡🫡) the exam was a nightmare cause the professor was literally like fifteen minutes late and she made it so damn difficult for no reason 🤧🤧 FUCK PHYSICAL CHEMISTRY I'M SICK AND TIRED!!!

But anyway, ur blog always gets my mood up tho!! Even though I don't have a lot of time lately I love binging ur posts whenever I have a second to breathe. I know I've said this before but you're my favorite blog on here! Keep up the good work pookie <33

Also I just got a notification of you saying you want someone to bully you into writing so I guess I gotta make this ask meaner like...

START WRITING RIGHT THE **** NOW YOU ******* PIECE OF **** DON'T BE SUCH A ***** *****🤬😡😤

Did that help ☺️?

Anyhow yeah, just felt like sending an ask cause I haven't in a while. I'm really proud of you btw, don't overwork yourself Nic! Quality over quantity is te way to go <33 byeee lovelieeee ❤️❤️❤️

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MY NEW MOON ANON BABY HI HOW ARE YOU I’VE MISSED YOU!! 🩶

I’m decent, kind of just trying to survive and go through the motions. November’s been rough, December is kinda worse BUT I’m chilling for the most part. I hope you’re doing alright especially with your studies!! I’m super proud of you for focusing on school work and getting good grades. And yes, fuck physical chemistry, but the real bitch in the sciences is physics (I love biology and chemistry lmao, but absolutely can’t stand physics!). I’m sure that you will do great for this semester, I wish you the absolute best on your finals. Take care of yourself, eat well and stay hydrated, and do get your rest. I remember how I was during finals when I was still in school, absolutely tore me apart I was running on lattes like it was water LMAO. But I hope you get your break very soon!

I always love seeing your messages, they make me happy. But I also feel ashamed I haven’t written anything new though I am in the process of getting back in the groove of things. My brain just hasn’t kicked in when it comes to smut and it’s like I know what to write, just never know how?? I have so many ideas, and usually I’m very good at creating intricate hcs or plot points or need be, but when it comes to writing it out it just takes me forever to do it now. It’s a process, but I know I’ll have something for you to read soon. The bullying is working tho, I will say that because the second you sent me that message I actually opened up my computer and wrote something 😭 So thank you!

And btw, I got your longer ask, I didn’t forget about you wanting more sub Leon. I have two WIPs in the process, jumping between them, but now I’m changing the way I’m seeing and writing for Leon so I have to tweak some things out. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten. Thank you for the lovely message seriously. 🫶🧡

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Everyone takes 2-3 weeks to recover and go through rehabilitation, in those 2 weeks, a lot has happened.

Muzan has finally gotten used to his body, and shape-shifted back into his adult male form. He's still struggling with fully getting under the sun, since he really doesn't know or have any proper connection to sun breathing, so he's still unable to fully walk under the sun with full power. He is basically a normal powerless human under the sunlight, he usually burns if he's under the sun light for too long.

Aoi had asked tomioka to train her, and polish her techniques. She's a quick learner, so she was able to get in shape fairly quickly. And since everyone was still in the healing stage, she got a head start on training, by the time everyone was up for rehabilitation training (after 5-6 days) she was able to slightly overpower inosuke for a split second, until he just flipped her over.

Senjuro had decided to take up insect breathing, and continue it's legacy. He had taken permission from the sisters to borrow shinobu's laboratory, and they agreed. Aoi 1'd kanao were more knowledgeable in medicine and poison, so they were able to point out and explain things he missed or didn't understand. He was able to decapitate demons, but he just found insect breathing more efficient, since he was faster and lighter on his feet. He actually visited Tamayo because he wanted all the help he can get, but she was busy so he ended up working with yushiro because she was busy. It was very productive so he deemed it as success. Senjuro's training would take 2-3 months to complete, since he's already well trained in swordsmanship.

Kanao has fully adjusted to her lost eyesight, and was able to concentrate her vision into her working eye.

Tamayo has been working day and night trying to locate Kibitsuji while he's still weakened, yushiro has never seen her so frustrated.

Tanjiro and the others have been training from the moment they were able to stand, inosuke was the first to get up, he sees aoi training in the yard, and just goes after her, yelling 'fight me maoki!", that goes on for 15 minutes. Aoi ends up pinning inosuke down, he's in bad shape, so she was able to get to him easily.

Tanjiro and zenitsu on the other hand were rather quiet, tanjiro still being nice and cheerful, but a bit more quiet, and zenitsu not really talking to anyone and just wordlessly training. Everyone was slightly worried, and when naho finally worked up the courage to ask him, he simply said > I plan to become a hashira in honor of my late master. I'm still very scared, but I guess I'll just have to suck it up and train hard enough." he would elaborate more if anyone asked or was interested, but everyone collectively agreed that they should let the topic be, he wasn't emotionless, he would still complain when inosuke hit him, laugh at jokes and gag because of the medicine, so everyone thought it was for the better.

The remaining hashira would train together, and have food together, Mitsuri thought it was nice to have them around, Giyuu was happy with the company, and sanemi didn't mind chatting with them, Giyuu's handmade ohagi was just so delicious he could devour a whole plate and still want more.

Giyuu would smile and try to socialize more, sanemi would be a bit nicer and understanding, he would sometimes just sit around in the porch, listening to the birds chirp, it brought him peace. Mitsuri was still kinda emotional from everything, but she's more chill now. She became slightly more self aware, and just so done with demons, so she just became a bit more straight forward and not so nice with one certain kakushi. She asked for a new uniform, since her current uniform was just too revealing, more than what she would've liked. Now she wears a uniform like kanao's.

Lower rank demons are still not immune to the sun, so nirchin a still kill them. Muzan still has some weakness towards the sun as well, so if he were to get constantly cut by blades, especially a red blade, he would get hurt.

also kiriya got officially appointed as the corps' 98th leader, he and his sisters are currently working together to get their act back together, they were not intending to lose this war.

I'll be giving more lore for my au later, this is what I currently have in mind.