#the way I audibly cheered when I got this ask from you off anon

[dreamscape-popstar]

Hi how’s your day going? Mind if I ask a question about the shahrukh ( can never spell his name right lol) blog? What gave you the inspiration for it?

is it something you’ve been thinking about doing?

will we learn about his past?

idk if you’ve answered this before I have a hard time figuring out how to go back that far haha

also also no pressure or anything about the blog it was just something that popped in my head hope I’m not bothering you or anything have a good day 🙃

I’m Jess by the way~

Hi Jess! Our day's like, not too bad. Aside from what went down earlier (and some scary ass The Sun Vanished type noise that scared my paranoid ass bad), it's been not too bad.

The Shahrukh askblog was a sudden spur of the moment idea inspired by our partner system's own askblog based on their Sonic AU, The Era of Shadow, as well as an askblog AU of a series we love, Cometcare. We wanted a way to tell our AU story in a way that wasn't writing fanfiction (something we're just not that confident in to do consistently unfortunately), so, a lore dump askblog would be the way to go about it.

Sadly we haven't made much progress on the drawing to questions ratio because we wanted to plan dialogue out first, but that's extremely time consuming compared to like, going in drawing first and slammin' text down. A lot of perfectionism behind the scenes that always ends up never being seen because "What if I hate this right after I share it". Our curse (OCD). So for now it's still in the WIP stages :salute:

We will for sure learn about his past and I kinda think it's been something on the mind. As in, Karina thought about it, ruminated on it for a bit, asked her polycule about it, and got the burst of inspiration needed to make it real. And then made a bunch of art! Then the Quencies.... (art burnout.) It's still kind of burnout, but mostly just that our brain is elsewhere (see the birdposting happening) but like. We haven't stopped thinking about it.

And to quell your fears, we haven't gotten an ask like this before. At least I don't think, anyways. It's hard to remember, brain is always full of little guys. Also don't worry about asking us questions like this, it's absolutely not an issue and you're never a bother!

[mingi-s-dimples]

Can I request a yeosang x reader smut where she's hurt during the concert and waits outside and Yeosang spots her and takes her to the Hotel he's staying in but she's bleeding and he wants to see the would( it's on her side where her bra is) so he bluntly asks her to take off her top and bra etc?

Please make it to where they have intercourse and she's a shy one. So when she squirts she gets really really embarrassed

perfect opportunity - yeosang

REQUEST BY: anon

pairing: bf!yeosang x gf fem!reader

rating: 18+

genre: slight idol au, romance, some fluff, smut (not filth)

summary: you get hurt at the concert, but that only ends up being a nice and wanted opportunity for the two of you.

WC: 2k

warnings: bf!yeosang, gf fem!reader, first time intercourse, cumming, squirting, some nice fluff here and there, mentions of blood (reader got hurt at the concert), lil bit of overstim (reason of reader squirting), pet names, smut (def not filth), aftercare ☹️🤍, completely consensual!, unprotected (WRAP UP IRL!), unedited, probably forgot something.

Author's Note: this was really nice to write actually. Anon. I hope you'll enjoy it! I loved to build up the crumb of plot for this one, I absolutely loved the circumstance they were in. I hope I'll see you around more, anon! (Also anon 💭, I didn't forget about you!!!!!! It's in my drafts 😇)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & does not represent in any way the reality of the member.

The energy in the venue was electrifying, with thousands of fans cheering, their voices blending into one thunderous roar. The lights danced across the stage, illuminating Yeosang as he performed with the effortless grace that always took my breath away. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, captivated by the way he commanded the stage. His presence was magnetic, and the crowd responded to every move he made.

As the beat of the music intensified, the crowd surged with excitement. People around me started jumping, their enthusiasm contagious. But in the chaos, I suddenly felt a sharp push from behind. My body jolted forward, and I stumbled, my chest colliding with the barrier beside me. Pain radiated through my side, sharp and sudden, catching me off guard. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and the noise of the concert started to feel distant, almost muffled.

Knowing I needed to get some air, I carefully made my way out of the crowd, each step feeling heavier than the last. The moment I stepped outside, the cool night air hit me, wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. It was a chilly night, the kind of August evening where the heat of the day fades into a crisp, refreshing breeze. Despite the circumstances, I couldn’t help but appreciate the night’s coolness; I had always loved these chilled nights in August, where the air was cool enough to wake you up but not cold enough to make you shiver.

Leaning against the wall outside the venue, I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The pain in my chest was still there, a dull ache now, but the dizziness was beginning to fade. The distant hum of the concert was still audible, and I smiled faintly, thinking of Yeosang on stage, hoping he hadn’t noticed my absence.

*about an hour later*

As I was sitting on the bench, at the back of the stadium where the boys would come from, far away from the main entrance and the public, I saw someone rushing over to me. It was Yeosang.

"Baby, what happened, hm?" he said catching his breath. "I suddenly couldn't see you in your spot and I panicked. Are you okay?" he said, looking worried.

"Yes, yes. Nothing to worry about. We were jumping and I was pushed and hit the barricade rail, hurt my side a bit but I promise I'm okay! I just got out to get some air and that's all" you said, trying to reassure him.

"Hey, let me see" Yeosang mumbled, trying to get you to move your hand. You did as he wanted and he saw a bloddy spot on your side, still a bit wet, meaning the injury was still open.

"BABE JESUS WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S OKAY?!" Yeosang shouted, hugging you thightly. "Let's go to the hotel, let me see the wound there, alright?"

"Mhm, okay. Let's go, baby."

*several minutes later*

"Here baby, let me see" Yeosang said approaching you after closing the door.

"Where is the injury, hm? Tell me babe" he said willing to help you.

"On my right side, here" you claimed, tapping on your torso, right besides your bra.

"Oh, there? Take your shirt off"

"Hm?"

"Take it off, let me see"

"Uh, okay sure"

You were confused at how adamantly he was asking you to undress yourself, but he was your boyfriend anyways. Matter of fact, the two of you haven't been in a relationship for too long. You only officialised it about 2 months ago, both of you being really shy about it and all. Like, you knew he liked you and he also knew you liked him, but it was so hard for him to confess to you at first. You gave him a nod, softly blushing at the situation you were in. He took of your shirt, leaving you in your bra in front of him. He gulped at the view, himself shy and hesitant, but you gave him a soft kiss and he felt more confident. After all, it was the first time he has seen you like... this. You were feeling a bit aroused, not knowing what would happen next if you gave him the idea of having sex with him for the first time. But you waited.

He froze for a moment, watching you contently. He hovered his eyes over your collarbones, then over your shoulders. His gaze darkened upon seeing your cleavage, chest rising with slow and steady breaths. He slowly approached your body with his hands, almost scared to touch you, thinking he might make you uncomfortable. He unbuckled your bra, letting it fall by itself from your chest. His hands stopped at your waist, squeezing it tightly.

"Ah, fuck" he mumbled, looking down at his pants, a tent forming. His flushed face, he was trying to look you in your eyes but he couldn't.

"I'm so s-sorry, babe. I don't know what's gotten into me" he said rapidly, flustered.

"No, no, don't worry! Actually I-uh.. was enjoying it as much as y-you were" the words came out of your mouth, his eyes searching yours.

Yeosang tried to continue without thinking about the situation in.. that way. "Give me a bandaid, I already disinfected it. Let me stick it".

"Oh, yes sure. Here"

He lifted your arm, the wound exactly on the side of your chest, under the place where your bra would be supposed to sit. He slowly but firmly tapped the bandaid, making sure it was stuck completely. Then, his hands went to your thighs, rubbing them slowly up and down, trying to say something.

"Uh, -h, baby."

"Y-yes? you mumbled.

"C-can I?" he said, closing the gap between the two of you, his hands traveling politely, gently on your body.

"Y-yes, Yeo" you said and went in for a kiss, which he deepened in a second. A slow, lustful kiss, more of a longed one. You knew he might have wanted to do this for a while, but both of you were so shy, neither of you could make a step. But this was an opportunity he didn't let go of and gave in.

"Are you sure? T-tell me if you want me to stop" he whispered, putting you slowly on the bed, a pillow under your waist and him on top of you, inspecting every part of your fair body. His hands were travelling, from your collarbones, to your waist and to your thighs, then again up to your chest, softly fondling with your breasts. You could feel his hands slightly trembling, himself being so shy about it, that you could've laughed. But the next move threw you off a bit, as his right hand went to your pants, slowly unbuttoning them. You could feel how arousal was pooling in your panties, feeling the urge to close your legs for some friction, but as soon as you were left only in your panties in front of your boyfriend, your chest rose with a relieved sigh.

"B-babe you're so.. pretty and.. beautiful" your boyfriend stuttered, trying to unbuckle his pants, but fumbled two times. He was staring at you, no wonder he failed. He was eating you up on the spot with his stare. When he finally undressed himself and was only left in his briefs, you gulped at the sight. He was big, you didn't know what to expect before this exact moment, but you were... pleasantly surprised.

He then approached you, his crotch softly brushing over your thigh as he got to your panties, pulling them down. He then froze for a moment, debating what to do. He approached you with a soft but deep kiss, then he left kisses all the way from your neck and collarbones, to you belly and your thighs. He looked at you contently for a moment.

"C-can I?" he said, refering to what he wanted to do all night since you've met and saw you like that.

"Y-yes, please Yeosang"

He didn't hesitate. His right hand went between your thighs, softly rubbing your wet folds. He was still looking at you from time to time, to make sure you're doing good. You gave him a nod of approval and he pushed two of his fingers inside, receiving a soft moan from your slowly rosing chest. He was working his way in, shy at first but slowly getting more confident, he was prepping you up for himself, taking his time.

"A-are you ready?" he mumbled, shy and almost quiet enough to not hear him. He went in for a kiss, guiding his length to you cunt, pushing himself in, slowly but surely. He let you get used to his size, then with slow thrusts he closed the gap between the two of you. Your legs were over his, leaving room for him to bottom down with every thrust. He was still deep in the kiss, feeling your soft moans revebrating through his body, sending shivers down his spine. It hurt, you woulnd't lie but.. it felt so good at the same time. You were making love with your lovely boyfriend, feeling his love and sweetness radiating from his body. His pace got a little faster, one of his hands on your waist and one on your back, he lifted you up to sit on him. He was hugging you thightly, all touchy on your back, feeling up every inch of your soft skin.

"Ngh-h Yeo, I t-think I'm close" you tried to mumble, your breath hitching with every thrust. His length hit your sweet spot every time, sending shivers through your whole body. Your chest rose with every breath and whine you let out, feeling how the heat in your belly was getting tighter and tighter. When he bottomed down again, you felt yourself trembling under his grasp, creaming on his dick, feeling it twitching inside you. He slowed down his thrusts for a moment, giving you time to catch your breath. He then suddenly sped them up a bit, your face rose with confusion.

"I k-know you've finished, babe" Yeosang whispered.

"But I' didn't so-" he stopped for a moment "I also want to finish" he mumbled, his voice rumbling and sending shivers down your spine.

You could feel your high building up again, his dick hitting all your right spots and his pelvic bone also hitting your clit whenever he completely bottomed out. But in the end it wasn't your... high that you were catching. Yeosang thrusted into you a couple more times, holding onto you for closure and finally came, still fucking you through his orgasm, but slowly. Suddenly, you could feel how overstimulated and overwhelmed you were and when he bottomed out for the last time, you squirted all over him.

"Oh- my fucking god"

"I'm so s-sorry Yeosang" you mumbled embarrassed, trying to get off of him.

"What are you sorry for? You... squirted, that's all" he reassured you, but you weren't quite.. content with what happened.

"H-how could this happen... oh my god" you burried your forehead in the nape of his collarbones, you didn't want your eyes to meet his.

"Babe, relax. It's normal. I should be sorry for overstimulating you after you came, that wasn't very nice of me, but you felt so good... I had to finish" he said, giving you soft forehead kisses.

The two of you stayed like that for a minute, feelings overwhelming you with how loved you were by him, by your boyfriend. He then got up and washed you up, then tucked you in bed. He did the same and while you were waiting for him, the only thought that was racing through your mind was how long he must have waited for you to have courage, but you were so happy to finally give in.

He then came in the bed and tucked himself in, turned on a random movie on the tv and stroked your hair and forehead to sleep.

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[darl-ingfics]

"Pulling a Ferris Bueller" Part 2

Fandom: SHINEE

Sickie: All, except for 1...

Caregiver(s): SHINee

Word Count: 2,925 (is it really a SHINee fic from my without the most self-indulgent word count?!)

Notes: This is a Part 2 to my Sicktember fic for the prompt "Pulling a Ferris Bueller." This was requested by a sweet anon, whose ask I will be linking shortly. There wasn't intially an intended Part 2, but when given the chance, I will always write more SHINee.

“Fingers crossed,” Kibum repeated, staring impatiently at his phone screen. This could either be their greatest triumph of teamwork, or the longest day of their life. And it all depended on the three little dots that had just appeared on his screen. “He’s typing!” The group huddled around the phone, wide eyes willing a good message to appear. 

“What if this doesn’t work?” Jonghyun asked, gripping onto Jinki’s arm. “Are we gonna get in trouble? Are you gonna get in trouble?”

“Nah, they’ll punish Kibum first,” Minho insisted, earning him a sharp slap on the arm.

“I will be dragging all of you with me if that’s true,” Kibum snapped. “Just like how Taemin dragged you two down with him.”

“Heeeyyyy!” Taemin whined. “I already said I was sorry!”

“And that’s breaking our current lore; Taemin’s germs got ALL of us now,” Minho clarified. Taemin whined again, this time storming away from the circle and collapsing onto the couch, arms crossed in a huff. 

“Okay, okay, be nice,” Jinki intervened despite smiling at their antics. 

“HE RESPONDED!” Kibum exclaimed, all five pairs of eyes back on the screen (including Taemin, who shot up from the couch): 

Manager Nam: Well shoot… guess we knew it was coming. On my way. Hang tight.

“Oh my god, it worked,” Jonghyun gasped. He laughed in disbelief. “It worked!”

“We did it!” Taemin cheered. 

The rest of their cheers were abruptly cut off by the sound of the front door opening. The members’ blood ran cold. There was no way Nam Euisoo was at their door already. Which could only mean one thing….

Sure enough, a different manager, the newer one, the one who they hadn’t bonded with and who seemed entirely set on not bonding with them, rounded the corner and looked rather frustrated at what he found. Holding his arms out, eyebrows furrowed. “What’s the hold up, gentlemen?”

Five pairs of eyes looked around in panic. 

They were saved from having to speak through their shock when the manager’s phone audibly buzzed, and he glanced at the screen. He frowned. Taemin’s fingers locked around Kibum’s wrist. “Why is Euisoo telling me all of you are sick? Last I heard, only three of you were cleared with a doctor’s diagnosis. And you two look perfectly fine to me.” His eyes continuously stared down Kibum and Minho, but Jinki wasn’t completely out of the clear either. 

“Okay, look, it was a last ditch attempt to avoid going on that show today,” Kibum answered honestly. “It was my idea, and…”

“No, it was my idea, and then Kibum helped facilitate,” Minho interrupted, attempting to shift the blame. 

“I don’t care whose idea it was. And while I understand your frustration with having to perform on this particular program, there is nothing we can do about it. Meet me in the car in no less than ten minutes,” the manager declared, typing out a message as he turned for the door. 

“Are we in trouble for lying?” Taemin piped up. 

The manager paused, head tilting back towards them. “Not this time, since it hasn’t actually impacted your schedules or reputation.”

The room remained silent for a second after the door clicked shut behind him. It was a defeated quiet, tense yet unified. It was broken when Jinki suddenly dropped down, falling into a squat position, elbows propped on his knees and hands cocooned over his face. 

“Hyung!” Minho exclaimed, kneeling next to him, assuming he’d gone faint. The rapper pried the leader’s hands away. 

“I’m sorry,” Jinki said, eyes so earnest Minho felt his chest constrict. “I’m sorry we couldn’t get you off the program, and I’m sorry I won’t be there with you…”

“Hyung, there was nothing more you could have done to protect us from this,” Kibum replied. “Heck, you even risked getting reprimanded for letting us try to lie our way out of schedules.”

“And, honestly, there’s probably nothing you, or any of us, could do once at that studio,” Jonghyun added. “Fate has decided it’s against us on this day.”

“Still, I’d rather be there.” Jinki’s statement was punctuated by his ankles giving out, causing him to fall rather ungracefully onto his hip, colliding with Minho, who thankfully stabilized him. “Sorry! That position worked better in my head.”

Minho snorted. “Everything works better in your head, hyung.” He held out his hands. “Now lets get the three of you cuddled on the couch, and Kibum and I will go give fate the most polite, charming ‘fuck you’ it ever saw.” 

*

Rehearsal had gone incredibly well. Despite arguing near constantly out of the studio, and sometimes for laughs on stage, Kibum and Minho were a force to be reckoned with during the creative process. They spot cleaned their solo features for their next comeback, as well as for some of the hits they knew would make it into the next tour line up. They spent some time writing, mostly spitballing ideas, but the duality of their ideas were sure to grow into something beautiful once the others got a hold of them. It was a few hours of pure bliss, doing what they loved, what they were born to do, completely forgetting about the inevitable. 

When the hour arrived for them to go to studio, both Kibum and Minho were gripped by an uncharacteristic fear, an anxious panic that something was about to go horribly, terribly wrong. And they weren’t, entirely, wrong about that….

*

Jonghyun had turned on the channel to watch Kibum and Minho live long before their segment was set to air. It wasn’t just Kibum and Minho who felt distressed; the other three had been able to talk about little else all day. Even their normal conversations had an underlying, subconscious aura of unease, unable to do anything about their friends’ fate, which would inevitably affect their whole group. In fact, there was no guarantee that their absence wasn’t about to be turned into a knock against their professionalism. 

The anxiety had kept Taemin pretty wound up, tossing and turning for most of the day, unable to get truly comfortable anywhere, constantly leeching onto one of his hyungs for cuddles before flopping back away from them. It certainly didn’t help that Taemin’s fever had broken the previous day, so his body, coming down from the worst of it, was in an odd state of achy limbo, making him feel uncomfortable and prone to whining anyway. Taemin also found it incredibly unfair that the stress was having the exact opposite effect on Jonghyun, who had been able to fall soundly asleep for long stretches of the day. He had, in fact, turned the TV to the correct channel and promptly passed out; unless they woke him, he was set to miss all of Kibum and Minho’s performance entirely. He’d tried to wake Jonghyun up when the program started, but shaking his shoulder hadn’t worked. Taemin couldn’t decide yet if that was a good thing or not.

The first part of the show had been pretty tame: just the hosts sat at a table with Kibum and Minho, discussing the group and their music and their accomplishments over a few snacks. This was how the show usually started. The hosts would start off so kind, so disarming, and then in the second and third segments, things would go off the rails. 

The feeling of panic was getting worse, and Taemin called for Jinki down the hall a second time, as he had done before trying to wake Jonghyung. Jinki was going to miss the show too if he didn’t get back soon. Unlike his normal sleeping habits, Jinki found it incredible difficult to stay asleep when sick, his body too uncomfortable, his mind turning endlessly with all the things he should have been doing instead. Jonghyun had banished the leader to his bed a few hours before in an effort to force sleep, but Taemin knew it hadn’t worked: he could hear Jinki coughing, and eventually moving to take a shower. Taemin had heard the bathroom door open and close a bit ago, so he knew Jinki should be able to hear him. 

Just as the second segment of the program started, Jinki rounded the corner into the room. 

Taemin peered up at him. “Did you sleep?” Jinki shrugged, squinting at the television. “The show’s on. Kibum and Minho are doing really well. I called for you when it started but…” Taemin paused as he watched Jinki fumble for his phone, held in his sweatshirt pocket, and started typing feverishly. Taemin’s brow furrowed. “Is… is everything okay?”

Jinki pointed at the screen. 

“Is it… is it not obvious that something’s wrong?”

Taemin stared at the screen, wide-eyed, then turned back to the leader. “No?”

Jinki looked at him curiously, then nodded back to the TV. “Kibum’s sick.” Taemin’s attention snapped back to the TV, focusing in on Kibum. He didn’t look particularly sick to Taemin. “Is… is it really not obvious?” Taemin shook his head. “Hm.”

“So the dad instincts really never turn off, huh?”

Jinki shook his head, a smile pulling at his lips. He ruffled Taemin’s hair as he moved to sit down on the couch between Taemin and the sleeping Jonghyun. 

“Guess not.” 

“Did you text the manager?”

“Yep.”

“Think they’ll do anything about it?”

“They better.” 

*

Minho, ever the professional, didn’t even flinch when he felt Kibum’s hand squeeze his thigh halfway through the second segment of their interview. The first segment had gone eerily well; the hosts were charming, funny even, bantering so easily with the two young men. They were so complimentary, so fascinated by them, asking interesting yet easy questions for Kibum and Minho to answer. Everything had been going so well. 

But, if that was fully true, why hadn’t Minho relaxed at all? Why were his muscles so tense, his stomach in knots? 

The sharp, almost menacing looks shot between the show’s hosts during the break between segments meant something was brewing, just as they knew it would. These hosts were notorious for putting idols in tough situations, for making them look like fools, for tarnishing their reputations. Minho just had to figure out how to parry their attack, whatever it was going to be. It didn’t help that Kibum was distracted for the entirety of their break, listless and anxious and hardly listening to anything Minho said to him.

And now, Minho knew that Kibum’s hand seeking him out was a sign that whatever danger awaited them was imminent. His friend could sense it, Kibum had a way of doing that. Something was wrong, and their time had come. 

But one peek in Kibum’s direction told Minho that something else was going on. Kibum didn’t look himself. His face looked drawn and wooden in a very not-Kibum way. His eyes were unfocused. There was sweat beading at his hairline… That was the most unusual part, Kibum didn’t usually sweat like that under just studio lights, definitely not sitting down. It was almost as if… oh fuck. 

As Minho came to this realization, their manager’s phone vibrated with a message, then again, and again, and again.

Jinki: Get Key off camera

Jinki: ASAP

Jinki: He’s gonna throw up

Jinki: You have maybe 2 minutes

“I’m sorry, is it… warm in here?” Minho very politely interrupted whatever the interview was asking, pulling at his shirt for effect. “It just feels… really hot all of the sudden.” 

“No, I don’t think the temperature has changed at all,” the first interviewer replied. 

“Must be all that flaming charisma of yours,” the second joked. 

Minho laughed disarmingly. “Maybe you’re right. But I’m also just…” He swallowed hard, put on a look of sudden discomfort. “I’m sorry, I feel really lightheaded all of a sudden… Could we…” He paused again, hand pressing against his head, “just take a little break?”

  The hosts exchanged a worried look. “I’m sure they just turned on some extra lights or something…” one of them said. 

“Or perhaps that company of yours…” the second began with a devilish grin, certainly about to use Minho’s ‘sudden vulnerability’ against him. But he never got the chance as Kibum roughly stood back from his chair and raced off the set, hand clamped to his mouth. 

“Cut the cameras!” one of the hosts exclaimed just as they could hear Kibum throwing up in a trash can right off set. Minho shot up from his chair, racing to his friend, holding him up by the arms as Kibum retched again. 

“You’re okay,” Minho whispered soothingly as he turned back to find their manager. Instead, his eyes caught the hosts. 

“How much did you put in there?!” one of the hosts hissed at the other.

“The same amount as usual! Honest!” the second said defensively. 

“Put how much of what in where?!” their manager asked from right next to the set. He had paused in place with a bottle of water in hand, his body facing towards Minho and Kibum although his energy had just shifted. 

The hosts exchanged glances. One of them sighed. “Sometimes we… put a little something in the snacks we feed the guests to make them a little more… impressionable.” 

“What the fuck did he just say?” Kibum rasped, wiping a shaking hand against his mouth, swallowing thickly. He turned around to face the hosts again, Minho’s hold on his arms perhaps the only thing keeping his shaking body from collapsing. 

“What kind of ‘little something’ are we talking?” their manager asked, arms crossing over his chest. 

The other host shrugged. “Depends. Sometimes we just use alcohol. Others caffeine pills. Sometimes a little cough syrup or slightly expired food or…”

“You’re poisoning your guests?!” Minho exclaimed. 

“Well, not ‘poisoning,’ per say! Just… putting on a little pressure to make the interviews more interesting.”

“Sounds like a legal violation to me,” Kibum replied. 

“And like the nail in the coffin for your show.” All eyes turned to their manager, who nodded towards the red ‘on’ light that still shone brightly on the camera. 

The hosts’ faces went pale. “I TOLD YOU TO CUT!”

*

When the manager dropped Minho and Kibum back home, Jonghyun met them in the living room, the only one visibly awake on the couch. 

“Look at our little secret agents!” Jonghyun cheered tiredly, smiling fondly at his bandmates. “Taking down the corrupt television personalities, one by one.” Minho smiled as he led Kibum to the couch, physically handing him off to Jonghyun’s waiting arms. “I’m sorry it came at the cost of you getting poisoned.”

“Not poisoned,” Kibum whined, face squished against Jonghyun’s shoulder. 

“Turns out the flu just hit him incredibly fast,” Minho explained, hands on his hips. “And hit him in the stomach instead of the head like the rest of you.”

“Oh, baby.” Jonghyun clicked his tongue, carding his fingers through Kibum’s hair, much to the younger’s satisfaction. 

“Guess that means I win.” Minho shrugged. 

“Win what?”

“The immunity competition.”

“You’re insufferable.” Kibum waved a hand out to hit Minho, but missed him by an embarrassingly long shot. 

“Where’re the others?” Minho asked. 

“Both of them went to bed a little bit ago. I, admittedly, slept through your show, but got to see all the best parts on recording.” 

Minho nodded. “Can I leave Ki with you?”

“Of course.”

“Goodnight, then. Feel better, loves.”

Minho turned down the hall, only stopping in his own room quickly to change before ducking into Jinki’s room. The leader was, predictably, not asleep, peeking suspiciously at Minho as he closed the door behind himself. 

“Hey,” the leader rasped. 

“Hey yourself,” Minho replied. 

“It’s late. Why are you here?” 

“Why do you think?” Just as they all knew about Jinki’s temporary, illness-induced insomnia, they also knew that the only sure-fire way to make him sleep was an all-powerful Minho cuddle.

“You’ll actually get sick.”

Minho rolled his eyes. “Hyung, no offense, but I’m already toast. I’ve been exposed for so long, if my immune system’s going to crumble, it’s already destined to be. Fate gave us a pass with the variety show. I’m willing to risk is again to make sure you get actual sleep.”

Jinki sighed but nodded, pulling back the corner of his comforter so Minho could climb into his hyung’s bed. After he got himself situated, Jinki immediately melted against his chest, arms wrapping securely around Minho’s torso. “You did good today. Both of you.”

“Is that your way of saying, ‘Minho, I’m so proud of you?’” Minho joked

“Well, if you’d let me ramble more, maybe we could’ve gotten there.” 

Minho chuckled, his fingers finding their way into Jinki’s hair. “I heard you didn’t sleep at all today.”

“I did… kinda.”

“Not enough. You gotta let yourself rest.” Jinki hummed in response. Minho smiled to himself. 

“The new manager said you texted him. About Kibum. How on Earth did you know that?” Minho asked. 

“He gets this look on his face, a mix of discomfort and confusion and not quite pain, more like resignation. What tipped you off?” 

“Hm?”

“You started covering for him, right as I sent the message, so I know our manager didn’t tell you.”

“He was sweating. That doesn’t normally happen to him to that degree on TV sets.” 

Jinki nodded against Minho’s chest, his arms squeezing tighter for a second. “Good man. You’re a good man.”

Minho chuckled. “Does that mean I get to go to the leader meeting next time you’re out of commission?”

“Don’t push it.”

[lanshappycorner]

i was rlly hoping that id have coherent things to say over your akuta and akushio threads on twt but i fucken dont have anything except just incoherent screaming and keysmashes /pos running through my head everytime i reread them so im just settling on just to say, one? HANDSHAKING YOU AT MACH SPEEDS I ALSO WANT TO AKUTA BREAKDOWN IN FRONT OF DAY2 BC CMON!!!! (side b tls arent complete but ive been spoiled a bit) but god the amt of breaking points (which i all favorited on eitori as i read along the tls bc why not) i was SO sure wouldve shown akuta outwardly disheartened and then DIDNT happen was just, felt like a damn chekovs breakdown in this instance, just WAITING for the shoe to drop, (which it does seem to, eventually, and im waiting to get absolutely WRECKED once tls for that moment drop) i absolutely love the way you break down akutas incapability of showing vulnerability as a whole bc of this just. notion that if he "breaks character" he'll just. lose the ppl that he has in his life? im bad at verbalizing my thoughts but everything on ur thread just had me pointing like YES, YES EXACTLY!!! i think. like looking back a lot of ppl in the game comment "wow nothing rlly brings akuta down!!! im glad!!" and it just makes me want to hit a wall, i am so so SO sad that hes able to hide this so well??? or at least, just, in a way that ppl around him just go "oh he'll bounce back, this is good ol' akuta, i dont need to worry too much"???? and the specific mention of his um vocal tics? vocal quirks? makes me want to revisit said chapters where his voice does that bc its such an interesting thing that i did notice but cld again never articulate, and how he always leaves- no, rather he tries to get away from people once he gets dejected and loses that rasp in voice and, adopting This into the belief system, him being on the verge of crying (which is such a thought that breaks my damn heart so bad) i remember reading the tl for akutas novel and just feeling my heart absolutely Crumble at the way his thoughts were running once the whole jig was up with sayochan "as long as no one gets hurt, its whatever" and like WHAT ABOUT YOU!!! YOU GOT HURT FROM THIS!!! (and im so so so glad that day2 and the whole of HAMAhouse was angry on his behalf n went to cheer him up and just, good god kid you have ppl who love you they wont leave if you show some vulnerability i promise, fuck) this isnt short anymore i apologize, ,, (1/?)

HELLO ANON THANK U FOR THE ASK THIS MADE ME VERY HAPPY !!!!!!!🫶🫶🫶 I've been stewing over what to say so it took me a while to reply but . Yeah

ANYWAY SO if you have not yet read side B you are in for a ride ....some of the things he says about himself will have u screaming crying throwing up fr (spoilers i guess but one thing he straight up says is that he's (or rather, his existence is) a nuisance . so thats great <3) he made me audibly gasp in horror.......it probably hits different too because throughout the story he has kept his cool and insists that things don't bother him so when the dam breaks...ohhh...💀💀

(Also speaking of his voice I went back and replayed that chapter where he's in the theater dressed as a crab and you can kinda see that in his voice again😭 and also his usual coping mechanism happens when the mc suggests they wait a while longer for more ppl to show up and he just jokes that his butt hurts from sitting, but his laugh was really weak like he was completely trying to play it off😭 He also somewhat drops the usual raspiness in his voice when he starts to ramble right before the movie but it's not because he's sad but because he's genuinely excited to talk which makes me so 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺)

BUT SAME THOUGH . HIS NOVEL MADE ME FROWN SO HARD.....he downplays a lot of his own emotions in favor of other people's feelings and he doesn't express his own anger....I'm so glad the ppl in HAMA House are there to support him😭 I hope one day he learns he can be more vulnerable with them because they all care for him and would never abandon him😭😭)

as for the Akushio thread!! I have to agree that their appearances do betray how you'd expect them to be, as with a lot of day2 tbh !! Like a lot of their 1st impressions don't line up with how they actually are/think (i would talk abt it but if I did we'd be here all day so that's for another time💀)

I can't say for sure but I feel like u might be onto smth abt Akuta twisting a lot of stuff ppl say into compliments. Like as long as it's not straight up an insult, he can appreciate that ppl r taking time to talk to him I think

(I agree I hope he gets to talk to taichi although that might be because I'm biased as a taichi akuta oshi)

OOO OKAY so I think that if Ushio ever confessed I think. I think it would break Akuta's brain for a second😭 probably because it's Ushio of all people like rly??? USHIO?? but also he might find himself doubting it for a moment he might think that it was a joke but also he knows Ushio wouldn't joke about that ....so he might have to take some time to himself to think abt this, and he might need Ushio to like. Talk to him in depth abt how he feels abt him😭 (speaking of which I've kinda had an idea similar to an akushio confession but not rly ?? bouncing around in my head for a while now so mayhaps I will draw that sometime...)

NO YEAH IM OBSESSED....Akuta going to Ushio for affection is so cute (although I'm pretty sure he goes in expecting that Ushio would not agree💀) ....I hope one day Akuta goes to Ushio for affection again and Ushio actually does it and this freaks Akuta out so bad he gets really red and nosebleeds or smth idk

Anyway to answer the last part of ur ask, don't worry this isn't imposing or anything I love talking abt my blorbos<3 there's very few ppl who like this ship and stuff anyway so I rly appreciate it, ty for the nice ask anon!🫶🫶

[bunny-rambles]

Hey there! Could I please put in a request for headcanons or a scenario (whichever format you prefer, I’m okay with any!) where one of the members of Itto’s gang has a crush on Itto’s s/o?

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Notes; Hehe I really like this idea anon! But, I couldn’t tell if you wanted angst or fluff, so for now I’ll go with fluff because I’ve heard his voice lines and man he’s just such a goofy sweetheart. If you want an angstier piece though, just request again and I’ll get on with it!

TW/CW: Jealousy, but it’s mostly pure fluff. Itto’s whipped for you.

WRITTEN BEFORE ITTO’S STORY CHAPTER

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“The greatest of them all.”

TAURUS IRACUNDUS;

“Alright boys, dinners on me!” A wave a loud cheers erupted from the crowd of gang members surrounding the ever so proud and grinning oni, who was already walking away with his winnings in hand. “Man, that was almost too easy! Heh almost feel kinda bad for making them take on the king of oni’s, but I never step away from a challenge! He had it coming!” Let’s just say you definitely heard him before you saw him, and you already expecting the excitable giant to bound his way towards you.

“Hey! Hey, Y/N!” He didn’t even need to yell to get your attention, you were already there waiting for him with a smile tugged at your lips. How could you not smile when you were presented with the embodiment of sunshine right in front of you?

“Guessing you won?” You asked as you pushed yourself off the tree you had been leaning against, making your way over to him. You didn’t pay much attention to some of the audible, yet quiet gasps from his crowd of ‘boys’.

“Oh you know it, baby! Those beetles didn’t have a chance against mine!” He was grinning ear to ear, as proud as can be. You were just relieved he didn’t hurt himself again for the sake of a bet. The two of you talked- well, it was more just Itto talking and you listening, nodding your head in interest. The two of you, and the gang of course, were all heading to a noodle stand. One that didn’t discriminate against oni. But the only problem was…

“You know how I said dinners on me?”

“Mm hm?”

“Ahahaha… I may be a few mora short…”

“... Here.” You were already expecting this, so you had brought a bag you had earned by doing commissions, a knowing smile on your face.

“You’re a lifesaver, Y/N!”

“Give me what you won, I’ll order for you. I already know what you want.” Considering you did this almost every week by now. Before he even had the chance to refuse, you had already taken the small pouch out of his hand and had made your way to the stand just a few feet away from the group.

“They’re…” one of the group members started, but couldn’t find the words to continue.

“I know, right? They’re the greatest. Shame they’re not part of the gang, but they’re still as amazing as all of you.” Instead of a grin of pride, there was a rather dumb looking smile on his face as he stared at you. If you looked closely, you could probably see hearts floating around his head.

“Are they single?” Another asked, and that completely made Itto snap out of whatever trance he had going on while looking at you.

“Are they s-? No, of course not! If they’re the greatest, they only deserve the greatest! And that’s me!” There was still that large toothy grin on his face, but there was something else there too… A challenging look, sharp gaze directed at the person who asked that question. “And they deserve nothing less. Got that?” His voice had dropped to a dangerous calm, but just as quickly as it came, it fizzled away when you had back with all the orders from the gang. “Let me get that for you, babe!” No way was he going to let you struggle to give out everyone’s food like that!

After the two of you had successfully handed out all the dishes, you both settled in on a bench by yourself, the gang members already beginning to leave with their food in hand. It totally wasn’t because Itto had scared all of them half to death and didn’t want to be within a 2-metre radius of you.

“Hey, babe?”

“Yeah?”

“... I am the greatest, right?”

You responded by pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek, hand reaching out to hold his own once he put his chopsticks down.

“The greatest of them all.”

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Extra notes: Ahhhhh I really really hope I did this one okay and got his character right (ㆀ˘･з･˘) I hope you enjoyed it, I liked writing about this goof ball~

[wolken-himmel]

In which (Y/n) is visiting NRC to visit her boys, whom she helped raise alongside Lilia. She hasn't seen her family in years, but she's ecstatic to do so now.

As the four Diasomnia students excitedly wait for her arrival, Lilia tells his boys tales of how he met their mother.

Request by anon.

"Mom is coming over, old man."

Lilia immediately perked up at the mentioning of his significant other he and his boys hadn't seen ever since entering NRC a few years ago. A few squeals escaped his lips as he skipped over to the second-year and immediately tugged at his arm playfully, his feet impatiently tapping against the floor.

"Really?!" Lilia cried out happily, much to Silver's amusement. A smile appeared on the boy's face as he peered down at his father, who did his best to calm down from his excitement again. Coughing into his fist playfully, Lilia grinned cheekily. "I mean— of course! I knew she would come to see us!"

Malleus and Sebek looked surprised at Silver's announcement, too.

"Really? (Y/n) is coming?" Malleus asked, ecstatic as well. It had been so long ever since he had seen the woman who had raised him alongside Lilia, the one who had laughed at Lilia when his bangs got burnt and the one who always comforted Malleus on his lonely birthdays. The smile that appeared on his face was large and bright, so much that it temporarily stunned Sebek.

"Yes," Silver confirmed, smiling, "she said she wanted to attend your birthday, Malleus."

Surprised gasps escaped Malleus throat, and he immediately gained an aura comparable to an innocently excited child. Clasping his hands together, he repeated, "She... She would do that?" Silver nodded, causing the dragon fae to almost faint from happiness. Yet, there was something that held him back from doing so. "I thought she was busy rebuilding after the war?"

Silver shrugged, not possessing an answer to their steady stream of questions since you had barely told him anything aside from the fact that you would arrive sometime today. "She mentioned something of an exception," he explained, satisfying Malleus' curiosity enough for now.

Sebek threw his hands into the air, a big grin on his lips. "This will be a splendid opportunity to spar with (Y/n)!" he exclaimed with a determined expression decorating his face. "I'm sure I can beat her this time around!"

Silver's lips contorted into an amused smile. "Sure... Sure..." he muttered, yawning his soul out. "Keep on telling yourself that, Sebek."

"Hush, Silver. Don't be so mean to Sebek!" Lilia chided playfully, albeit with a mischievous glint in his red eyes. Turning to Sebek, he floated up and put a hand onto his shoulder. "Of course you can easily defeat an esteemed and infamous general of the Valley of Thorns, my boy!"

Sebek huffed and puffed. "You're all mean..."

Malleus quickly nudged a sulking Sebek aside, so that he could face Lilia. "Can you tell us some fun stories about her?" he asked, a fond shimmer in his eyes.

"Of course I can tell you stories about how I met your mother!" Lilia replied immediately, as cheerful and energetic as ever. He quickly led them over to the couch in the common room and sat them all around him, so that they surrounded him in a lose circle — Silver napping away on his left, Malleus intently listening on his right, and Sebek sharpening his sword in front of him on the floor.

Silver tried to keep his heavy eyelids open, not wanting to miss such an interesting conversation. His mother had always been very mysterious, even more so than his father — so he could never get enough of Lilia's tales about you. Yawning, he started off with, "How did you meet exactly?"

A fond smile immediately appeared on the bat fae's lips. Planting his chin in his palms, he breathed out audibly. "We were in the army together," he muttered, a nostalgic glimmer in his glowing eyes. "We had our beginnings as recruits together and actually served together for a long while. Eventually, we went our own ways... but we did meet each other again when the queen called her inner circle together for advice a long time ago."

"You're so different from Mom," Silver commented, curious like a child. "Did your personalities never clash?"

Soft chuckles escaped Lilia's lips, and he immediately nodded upon registering his adoptive son's question. "Well, she's always been softer around children." His eyes turned to the three boys he, some more than others, had helped raise and shape into the people they were today; pride filled his chest, and he wished you could see them, too. "All three of you included, even Sebek."

"Hey!" Sebek protested while narrowing his eyes and finally setting aside his baton to pay full attention to Lilia's tailes. "Singling me out like that!"

Lilia laughed at the knight's reaction before he returned ro the topic at hand again. He turned to the boy on his left, quickly extending a hand to ruffle his ragged hair. Silver let out an irritated gasp, having been on the brink of falling asleep. "She really really adored Silver," Lilia exclaimed, smiling when Silver immediately brightened up in happiness. Yet, Lilia quickly turned his attention to the other two again. "Not that we ever had any favourites, though!"

Malleus' bottom lip quivered as he whispered, "I thought I was her favourite..."

"L-Let's continue!" Lillia quickly cut in while having an arm slung around Malleus' shoulder, a sheepish smile on the bat fae's lips. With the other hand, he tapped his finger against his chin, deep in thought about what to tell his boys next. "So, she's quite infamous for being very strict, demanding, and hard to approach."

"So the exact opposite of you," Sebek remarked, humming.

"Exactly!" Lilia chimed, giggling at memories of you chiding him for always being so carefree and careless. You never seemed to understand that there was another approach to enduring millennia of loss and pain; Lilia and you were just on the other end of the spectrum. Lilia sighed, a smile on his lips. "We've always been a strange pair of two faes. She always acts like she hates me, but you all know how that isn't true~"

Malleus nodded, laughing softly upon remembering all the times he had seen you bicker and even seriously fight sometimes; but in the end, you and Lilia always stuck together like a perfect team. "Now that you say it..." he trailed off, chuckling when Lilia punched his shoulder.

Speaking of Malleus, a particular tale immediately appeared in Lilia's mind. "We really bonded over raising Malleus," he explained while laughing happily. "She immediately volunteered when the queen went through her inner circle to search for a guardian for her grandchild. (Y/n) has always loved children despite her stern nature."

Sebek pursed his lips, teasingly asking, "And you just barged in and demanded to take care of the young master together?"

"Exactly!" Lilia chirped while his chest rumbled with all the laughter that spewed from his lips. Clasping his hands together, a long sigh escaped his lips. "I said that Malleus needed a father, too. So that's how I met your mother!"

Silver rubbed his eyes and sighed. "I wonder if she's alright... I miss her, truth be told..."

"Yes," Malleus agreed, nodding with dim eyes, "it's been years since I last saw her."

"It's been years since I last could ask her for training advice!" Sebek chimed in.

Silence overtook the common room that was completely empty aside from the four students, and they all used it to just sit there and think of memories of and with you. Lilia especially had a melancholic expression on his face, quite rare for an energetic being as him.

Yet, their sulking was interrupted when they noticed someone coming through the mirror nearby. At first, they didn't mind the new arrival, thinking it was just a student coming from campus grounds — but when someone suddenly appeared in the door frame and remained there, they looked up to find a fellow fae standing there.

"I'm here now," you said, a rare smile on your lips. "Did my boys miss me?"

"(Y/n)!" they all yelled out at the same time, all of them jumping up and storming towards you like they hadn't seen you in a lifetime. You were immediately swarmed, four pairs of arms wrapping around your smaller form.

A little chuckle escaped your lips when they finally pulled away from you again. "I apologise," you said curtly and bowed slightly. "I got lost, and a kind human with a vicious kitten helped me out."

Silver's bottom lip was quivering as he jumped at you again, his arms wrapped around you so tightly as if he was afraid you would leave them for years again. "Mom, I missed you..." he whispered, and you only silently patted his back, a smile forming on your stoic lips, as well.

"Aw, my precious Silver..." you cooed, that cold facade immediately breaking down. Without hesitating, you wrapped your arms around the teen; he had grown so tall over the years you hadn't seen him. "Come here! Say, has your sleepiness been getting better?"

When he retreated again, you were still fussing all over him. "No... not at all..." he replied quietly, his cheeks red when you straightened his slightly wrinkled uniform — it was wrinkled because he had fallen asleep in it this noon. This motherly and warm side of you was only reserved for your boys — no one else ever got to see you like this.

"Don't worry," you muttered warmly. "I picked up some herbs that some merchants gave me on my way here. I'll mix you up some herbal tea, alright?" Silver immediately nodded, quite eager to take you up on your offer.

"Thank the Great Seven that you're here to cook for us," Malleus mused as you went up to him and forced him to bent down down to press a little kiss to his forehead — like you had done when he was younger. He watched you with relieved eyes. "I've been missing your food."

You immediately stopped with giving Sebek a hard pat on the shoulder upon hearing Malleus' words.

"Has Lilia not been feeding you properly?" you asked while narrowing your eyes at your significant other.

Lilia looked confused, and he merely exclaimed, "They love my food!"

"Sure..." you muttered, suspicious with how dreadful your boys' eyes looked. So, letting them lead you to the Diasomnia kitchen, you decided that you'd cook as much as you could during your stay. You turned around to face an innocently grinning Lilia, and you merely clicked your tongue with a little grin on your lips, as well. "I don't know how you three survived the last years, really."

[jacobsnsfw]

half time, dream

NSFW! MINORS DNI ISTG

PAIRING  football!dream x fem!reader

PRONOUNS she/her

WARNINGS unprotected ( wrap b4 u tap! ) hate sex, choking spitting, degradation, hair pulling,

SONG REC girls need love, summer walker

WORD COUNT 2.28k

NOTE  this is fully inspired by @/slapnap , @/whoranges , & their wonderful anons.  football!dream my love </3 it's been months since i've written smut bare with me pls😩. it’s written kind of weird, i wrote it almost in past tense? they’re both 18 and seniors

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     HALF TIME HAD FINALLY BEGAN all the players from each team had went to hydrate and talk amongst themselves, (y/n) watched clay's cocky smirk form on his face as the other cheerleaders on her cheer squad surrounded that gorgeous bastard, and showered him with compliments about how good he looked or how well he played.

she hated everything about him, the way he obnoxiously flirted with every girl to ever enter the school's front doors, hell he's even tried on multiple teachers. he made her skin crawl but yet, he was unimaginably attractive. clay's green eyes gazed pasted the heads of the girls in front of him, the smirk on his face grew as his eyes raked down (y/n)'s a beautiful figure in her uniform that fit her body perfectly, her hips and tits on full display only covered by the short skirt and tight top.

once their eyes met the cheerleader was quick to break eye contact praying he didn't get the wrong idea, but his long legs carried him quickly to where she was leaning against the metal pole holding up the stands, "staring isn't very nice y'know" she hated the way he spoke and the effect he had on her.

"why don't you go fuck yourself" she more-so told him then asked, "oh come on.." he trailed off a faux pout pulling at his lips that (y/n) rolled her eyes at.

"why don't you and i take a trip to the locker rooms, hm?" he asked. something that damn near no one knew, was the fact that they had gotten together at clay's friend karl's house, in his bed, but they never talked about it, and if niki, one of (y/n)'s close friends, were to bring it up, (y/n) would say it was some mistake, but she never forgot the things clay made her feel that night, maybe it was the adrenaline she was feeling that made her overly sensitive, but he was.. different.

her eyebrows raised and her thighs clenched at the memory, "what are you thinking about?" clay asked his voice huskier than before. he placed his index finger under her chin, making her look him in the eyes. how the hell are you supposed to tell someone you're daydreaming about the sex you had with them, maybe if he wasn't so full of himself now, she would've told him, but no.

"thinking about how you're on my last nerve" she snapped putting on her best angry look, as if she wasn't soaked from his voice and her thoughts alone, pulling her head away from him quickly. "feisty... i like it" he tutted running his thumb over her bottom lip. he pulled her into him by her waist, "come on, you had fun last time.." he continued, he wasn't wrong but, (y/n) would never admit that.

his lips met hers as shock crossed her brain, but when his teeth sunk into her bottom lip and slipped his tongue inside her mouth, she moaned, as if there were parents and their peer's siblings just above them on the bleachers, but that didn't matter at the time. their mouths slotted together euphorically, teeth and tongue clashing.

clay's muscular thigh lifted to meet her pussy that was covered by a thin, skimpy pair of panties and short spandex, and he pressed into it so she could feel him through the clothing.

(y/n) quietly protested when his lips left her own, "come on" he mumbled pulling her behind him to what looked to be the boys' locker room, "i can't go in there" she stopped in her tracks, standing just outside the door, clay rolled his eyes and grabbed her wrist pulling her in.

"as if you coming in the locker room's a big deal. no one's here to snitch and no one will find out" he mumbled like they weren't about to have sex where any of his teammates or coaches could walk in.

he pushed her up against the cold lockers, the cold metal and clay's mouth back on hers sent chills up her whole body. god, the thought of someone walking into his hands gliding down her body, and gripping her ass under the inappropriately short skirt, made her brain fog.

(y/n) reached down and tugged the clothing on her lower half off, leaving a pair of black panties thin enough to not see through the spandex that pooled at her ankles that she had on only so no one could see what she didn't want them to.

they pulled away from each other, clay palmed his erection through his pants, (y/n) grabbed him by his shirt, and pulled him back into her by his shoulder pads, "are these staying on?" she asked quietly and clay nodded in response, they only had around fifteen minutes left of their thirty

the football player's hands trailed from where they sat on her waist, to her throat, he wrapped them tight but not too tight, just enough so she could breathe, "what do you want me to do" clay teased, he knew what she wanted, but he wasn't going to just fuck her, he wanted her to beg.

"fuck you, i'm not doing it." (y/n) said, it's almost like she could read his mind if she did beg he would brag about it for the remainder of the time they fucked around together.

"oh.. okay" he replied nonchalantly pulling away from where he had her pressed against the lockers, and heading towards the door, "wait, clay!" she walked quickly after him, grabbing his wrist pulling him into her.

their chest colliding just before she reached up and pulled his head- more specifically his left ear, whispering, "clay, please fuck me~" she moaned loudly and obnoxiously squeaky into it and he almost lost it.

his hands that were at his side, came back to her waist and her throat, "listen, we both know how much of a slut for me you are, and don't pretend any different, got it?" he asked his tone was serious and that's what made it even hotter, c'mon if a greek god were to be in your face telling you how much of a slut you were, how would you act?

she hummed, acknowledging what he said. his grip on her throat tightened ever so slightly, "words, whore" he hummed his calloused hand left her hip and trailed teasingly down her thigh, and slapping it roughly.

"yes," she gasped when his hand met her flesh soothing the stop he hit, "i'm.. a slut for you" her hands met his broad shoulders, her nails digging into the clothing that covered them.

a deep grunt left his agape mouth, and he pulled the top off the cheer uniform up enough to expose her tits to him. his mouth as quick to attach to the left one, her hands tangled in his dusty, blond locks, when his teeth barely grazed over her nipple, her breath caught in her throat and her hands tugged at his hair.

(y/n)'s head tipped back and met the lockers, with a so much force a small clang bounced off the walls of the large room, "careful doll, don't wanna hurt that pretty little head of yours." clay spoke up his mouth releasing her breast with an audible 'pop'.

his hands reached to pull the pants from upon his hips, but before he did, he glanced up at (y/n) for permission, she nodded with a dopey smile on her face. the bare minimum just hits different when he's with her.

"ya'sure you wanna do this?" he asked, he didn't want to force her into anything she was uncomfortable with, i'm sure if she had an issue she would've said or done something sooner, but just in case she didn't.

"m'sure" she mumbled out, her dainty, slender fingers tugged at his hair again trying her best to make him hurry and fuck her before time ran out, to say she was eager would be an understatement.

clay laughed at her neediness, "for someone who hates me, you sure don't act like it. all needy for me, hm?" he was so painfully conceited he knew how hot he was and he knew how to treat someone mentally and physically.

the pants he wore for the game, were quick to be tugged down his hips, and his boxers as well, fully exposing himself to (y/n) and anyone who could walk in at any time.

he wrapped his hands around his cock, stroking it slowly almost like he was teasing himself, a grunt passed his lips and his hips pressed more into his hand, though (y/n) didn't want him to get to into it and grabbed his wrist causing his hand to almost halt and his eyes locked with (y/n)'s.

"use me not your hand, please" she cooed under her breath wiggling in his tight hold. he laughed once again at her neediness.

"you want me to fuck you? use you like a toy?" teasing, teasing, and more teasing, he enjoyed watching her struggle and rub aimlessly against him, it was hot to him at least.

she continued nodding, like that was the only thing she could do, "please. pl-please" the high-pitched moan that followed her stumbled words made clay almost want to edge her until she was crying in his arms, but then he remembered the time crunch.

he grabbed her chin making eye contact with her as he rubbed his cock against her slit trying his best to get a reaction and pushed slowly into her.

"clay~ hngg" she moaned, her plan to keep at least a little bit quiet was crushed when he slowly started thrusting into her, his pace speeding every time he pushed back in

his thumb rubbed against her bottom lip, opening her mouth slightly, clays brows raised expectantly waiting for her to open it the rest of the way, when she did, the spit that pooled on his tongue transferred to hers, "swallow it, bitch" he spoke through gritted teeth.

his cock nudged that spot deep inside her, and her back arched from the locker and her moans stuttered, "right there- fuck!" (y/n) gasped as her legs wrapped impossibly tighter around his hips pulling him closer, just to make him hit it again. 

his thrusts were almost animalistic at this point, and the words that streamed from (y/n)'s gorgeous lips were echoed throughout the room, her mind ran so fast she could barely keep up, maybe this is why they called him dream, ‘cause fuck was this is like a erotic fantasy. it was almost embarrassing how fast he could make her cum.

her brain became more foggy than when this started, her thigh started to quiver ever so slightly, “you g’na come?” clay taunted, his hips slowing. she didn’t even reply her legs wrapped tighter around his hips, pulling him into her, as she ground herself against his cock. 

her velvety walls enveloped around him tightly, pulling a strangled gasp from clay, his left hand reached to tug the ends of her hair exposing her neck to him. his lips attached to her neck, “no marks, someone’ll see” (y/n) mumbled threading her fingers through his hair.

“ ‘ts baffling how you think i give a fuck.” he muttered continuing his harsh thrusts and his mouth sucking red marks that would be soon become a deep purple color. (y/n)’s vision blurred slightly and she swore she could see stars, the ahegao-like expression present on her features reminded clay of the hentai he’d seen that sapnap had sent him, drool dripped from her tongue and down her chin, like a child. 

a white ring could be seen every time clay pulled out to thrust back in, he fucked her through her orgasm, attempting to chase his that was so close he could practically taste it, his hips stuttered and his pace slowed quite a bit.

his body slumped against hers, and his head fell into her shoulder as he breathed in the overly expensive perfume and matching lotion she wore all the time, it was her go, kind of fruity and coconut-y, not too sweet but sweet enough to get the point across. 

the afterglow they were basking in was cut short by the banging on the door from someone, “clay? are you in there” what sounded like clay’s good friend alex on the other side of the door, “yeah, i’ll be out in a sec” he yelled back pushing off of where he was leaning against (y/n). 

a dopey smile pulled at her lips as she pulled her skirt up from on the floor, "what's so fuckin' funny?" clay asked with his brows furrowed. "nothing, just had sex with a hot guy in his locker room at a football game" she mumbled pulling her top over her boobs and walking past him making sure their shoulders brushed when she did. clay stared at the door, dumbfounded, she just walked away as if he didn't just ruin her, if she didn't feel it now she definitely would later.

[notchesandbullets]

Take it From Your Hot Neighbor Baby (Virgin!Sub!Midoriya x Reader)

Art credit: Heijiu Comics

Requested by anon: OMGGGGGG I love your writing, I was thinking If I can make a request on a smut with my baby Izuku Midoriya. Where he's so beautiful and innocent and the older neighbor next door from him likes him and basically targets him for sex which is the reader of course, and he likes her too. So then she totally doms him and invites him to her house and basically go at it as Izuku's innocent's self can't handle the pleasure the reader gives him!If you could do that I love your writing, If not it's cool!!!

Warnings: slight dumbification, precious bby izuku is 19, everything that happens here is consensual, unprotected sex, pet names, overstimulation, virgin!sub!izuku (mainly), Aged up!AU, filthy smut, dirty talk, cursing.

18+

A/N: Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!! i loved writing this :D (feel free to send me another to write, i’m already almost done with what i suspect is your other one xD)

Words: 4k

You grinned as the shared wall between you and your neighbor shook, signaling that the boy from next door was finally home. 

Midoriya Izuku, a passionate and utterly clueless broccoli-haired boy turned fresh pro-hero, sweet and sensitive, everything you ever wanted in a partner. That, and he was clearly too shy to approach you.

You had been neighbors with him and his mom for forever but only until recently, after his admission into UA did you start to see him in another light besides platonic. And it wasn’t until he graduated that he had completely dominated your interest in another way entirely.

It was no secret that he used to be a scrawny kid but since his high school days, he had bulked up considerably. 

Now, with the body of a tank and a soul bursting with positivity, you were completely hooked.

It really was astonishing to you how he continued to maintain that innocent personality after becoming a pro-hero. No one was that optimistic and oblivious all at the same time. 

You had started out with smaller hints, bringing him food once a week to make sure he was eating properly, taking care of him when he was sick or injured and just too stubborn to admit it and go to the hospital, you name it and you’ve done it.

What was extremely exciting at first to be interacting with him like this dulled the moment you realized this baby was so innocent that all your signals were completely going over his head.

The dumb baby. Your dumb baby.

He was fast approaching 20 but you were willing to bet he hadn’t even gotten laid yet. With the way he walked, it was as if he was still the same kid you had met ten years ago.

Your parents had long since moved out of the apartment, going closer to where your grandparents were since they were getting older and needed to be taken care of. You had politely declined their invitation to go with, asking if you could take over the lease on the place since they would no longer be living here.

As their only child, they had a soft spot for you and let you do as you pleased now that you were old enough to be living on your own. They even helped you out with the rent even though that was entirely unnecessary. 

Your day job paid enough.

An upbeat tune floated throughout your apartment and you danced along to the music in nothing but a thin cami and a pair of scarlet lace panties. Since it was so hot today, you had decided to forgo actual clothes. It was perfect, but you were definitely still sweating. 

Tapping a finger to your chin thoughtfully, you recalled how your adorable and hot neighbor’s mom was out working all day and wouldn’t be back until late. Plus, you knew that he had no hero work today, courtesy of the boy telling you himself via text when you checked up on him earlier this week.

Pulling an oversized t-shirt over your head so that it brushed just below your thong clad ass and fell off of your shoulders, you fluffed your hair, giggling to yourself at your reflection in the mirror. 

Today was the day you would make Midoriya yours. 

Grabbing a few cookies from the kitchen that you had made just last night because you felt like it at that moment, you flung open your front door, knocking on his a second later. 

Hopping in place excitedly, you couldn’t contain your enthusiasm. You hadn’t even bothered to message him that you were coming over, knowing that he would prefer it be a surprise. 

“Izuku!!” You cheered when the door opened, immediately thrusting the plate of cookies out towards him. 

He staggered a couple steps back, unprepared for your sudden attack but rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile, emerald eyes shining with gratitude.

Midoriya bowed gratefully. “Thank you, Y/N!!” 

It had taken literally years before he was comfortable calling you by your first name without any honorific attached to the end of it. But it was worth the wait as warmth sparked through your heart and a soft smile adorned your features before it was replaced with a mischievous one.

Bounding up to him, you pressed your chest against his purposefully, making it so that you almost lost your balance. You gasped in mock surprise when he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist to catch you, relishing in how strong his arms felt around you.

Midoriya stuttered as your boobs were practically smushed against his face by how close you were to him. Were they always that big?!

It wasn’t like he masturbated to you everyday or anything. Definitely not.

He groaned, throwing his head back as your body heat encompassed him. 

Who was he kidding, he jerked off to you every spare second he got. He couldn’t help it though. Your beautiful smile always beckoning him over, those alluring eyes of yours enticing him closer and closer until he felt as though he could combust merely by standing in your presence alone.

Giggling, your teeth sank down into your bottom lip and you batted your eyes at him. A shudder ran down his spine and you bit back a smile at the blush that sat on his freckled cheeks.

“Do you want to come over for a little while?” You asked softly, feigning shyness and you rubbed your thighs together. “I have something I want to show you.”

The action didn’t go unnoticed and Midoriya’s mouth dried as the swell of your breasts peeked up over the low scoop of your shirt when he glanced down. 

“Uh, y-yes?” He uttered, voice shaking with uncertainty as he automatically agreed to what you had asked him without even thinking about it.

You giggled, eyes lighting up in excitement. “Great!!”

He stumbled after you as you dragged him next door to your apartment, losing his balance and falling on the couch as you pushed him inside. 

Your eyes shifted from playful to concern as he landed on his back with an ‘oomph’.

You were quick to cup his face, examining him closely. “Oh no, Izuku, are you alright?” 

“Y-Y/N!!!” He stammered out, face bright red at your proximity.

“Are you alright?” You repeated, uncharacteristically serious and seeing as how you were asking him more than one question, he nodded to both. 

You chuckled, leaning in close. His cheeks burned at your proximity and although you wanted so badly to tease him, you needed to get something straight first.

“You ever been fucked before, baby?” You cooed sweetly and a visible shiver shot down his spine.

He gaped for a moment, not used to you saying something so brazenly but shook his head wordlessly. 

You smiled, your tone taking on a gentle lilt as you sensed his nervousness. “Want me to be your first?”

This time he didn’t hesitate. 

“Yes.” He whispered, barely breathing as he finally confessed what he had been longing for ever since he turned of age. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t outwardly show it, but your heart skipped a beat at his admission and the butterflies fluttered uncontrollably.

“Yeah?” You bit your lip to contain the wide smile. “Something tells me that you want to be played with, am I right?”

A whine bubbled past his lips and your smile turned wicked. Oh, you were going to have so much fun with him. You wondered how he would look when you played with his nipples, which you sure would be so sensitive it would have him hard in a heartbeat, or how he looked writhing under you when he was about to cum. 

Anticipation thrummed through your veins and you couldn’t believe that after all this time, you finally had the opportunity to give him that kind of pleasure. 

“Such a good boy.” You crooned softly and he audibly keened, stretching towards you desperately as you denied him a kiss. “What’s your safeword, baby?”

Midoriya’s head was spinning and his brain was short-circuiting from how unbelievably close you were to him. The sweet smell of your perfume flooded his senses and he swallowed thickly, very much aware of how little clothes you were wearing. You had yet to touch him and he was already a goner.

“S-Safeword?” He stammered out, his eyes shutting automatically as you threaded your fingers through his hair, a small moan breaking through the weighted silence as you scratched his scalp. 

You observed his every move, every flutter of his lashes as he fell under your spell without even trying to succumb. 

“Mmhm…” You hummed. “A word that you can use at any time and I’ll stop everything.”

A safeword was for both parties but you were fairly sure that you wouldn’t need it, being more experienced than him and aware of your boundaries. But just in case, you whispered that little tidbit of information in his ear so that he wasn’t left out of the loop.

“What if…” Midoriya gulped, restraining himself to keep his hands at his sides no matter how desperately he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked. “C-Can’t I just tell you to stop?”

You frowned a tiny bit, not put off by his question but rather how fucked out he looked already. The poor boy was already straining in his pants, the bulge making your mouth water but you kept your head on straight. 

“You can.” You agreed. “If that’s what you want, we can do that.”

He glanced away from you, thinking hard. He wasn’t all innocent. He had watched porn before when dared to by Bakugou after one of the class movie nights at Heights Alliance back when they were at UA, and he was embarrassed how quickly he got attached to the videos that had bondage and overstimulation.

It always looked so enticing. He wanted to know what it felt like to be pinned down and overpowered until pleasure rode on every one of his senses. 

He wanted you to do that to him. 

“W-What about if I just used your name?”

Midoriya cringed as soon as he suggested it and took it back faster than you could react, another idea tumbling out of his mouth in a split second. 

“Black?” He whispered, avoiding eye contact with you. 

Baby boy blinked so nervously, worried you might refuse or reject him for any reason and you took his chin in between your thumb and forefinger, drawing his face close to yours. 

“Alright baby, that’s perfect.” You reassured softly. “Either one of us can use it and then everything stops, okay?”

He nodded, getting more excited as your breath fanned across his lips. 

“Need to hear you say it.” You demanded quietly. 

His green curly hair bounced as he nodded vigorously. “I understand!!”

Midoriya stiffened for a moment in surprise as you finally pressed your lips against his, sealing his first kiss and he swore his heart stopped beating. Then, he melted into putty as you moved your lips skillfully against his, coaxing him to return it with as much lust and passion as you were igniting within him.

You pulled away to lean in close to his ear, trailing a finger up and down his chest playfully.

“Let me take care of you, Izuku~” You cooed, slyly licking the shell of his ear, savoring in the shiver that shot down his spine as a result of your ministrations.

You continued down, planting hot and wet open-mouthed kisses along his jaw as he whined and wriggled beneath you. Trailing down his neck to his collar bones and then his bare chest as you ripped open his shirt in one swift movement, you pinned his wrists above his head.

A protest ripped from his throat at your display of dominance.

“Y-Y/N!! I wanted to—”

“To what?” You questioned smugly.

Midoriya whimpered pathetically and you smirked. 

He blushed, looking away. The boy was built like a bull but was an absolutely softie, innocent pure little bean at heart. He didn’t have what it took to take over. 

“You wanted to touch me?” You asked, laving your tongue around one of his sensitive nipples. “You wanted to be on top?”

His face scrunched up at the strange sensation, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out as you bit down on the tender flesh.

You licked your lips seductively, making a show of your tongue grazing over your teeth as you gazed down at him through hooded eyes. “Do you think you deserve to touch me after being such a bad boy?”

You heard him every night. The walls were thin in the cheap apartment complex you lived in. Too thin. 

“Don’t touch me until I say so.” You ordered.

You heard every wanton moan that bubbled past his pouty lips, such pretty little sounds that you wanted to hear all for yourself. You were jealous of the others in the vicinity that can undoubtedly hear him as well. The only thing that settled your heart at ease was the luscious cries of your name falling from his lips. 

And now, all your neighbors would know just who he belonged to.

Midoriya gulped nervously and you reveled in the adrenaline pumping through your veins at being in control and dominating him. Your shirt rode up as you straddled his hips, and he wriggled beneath you, wanting nothing more than to touch you.

You trailed a finger from his chest all the way to his navel, teasing the waistband of his pants. He whined as you wiggled your ass down to sit comfortably on top of his thighs. Deftly unbuttoning his jeans, your eyes flickered back up to him.

“Oh my, these look so uncomfortable.” You mock pouted, sneakily biting the zipper of his fly and pulling it down. “Do you want me to take them off for you?”

You grinned as he involuntarily bucked his hips up into your feather-light touch, tears collecting at the corner of his eyes in frustration. Slowly pulling down his pants and boxers together, your eyes bugged out as you saw what he was packing.

“Oh…” You mused. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

If you thought he was big, you were dead wrong. This boy was hung as a horse. Well endowed to the max, he was easily packing eight inches and you couldn’t even fit your hands all away around his thick girth. 

You stroked him as best as you could but judging by that guttural groan that erupted from his mouth, you’d say you were doing a pretty good job. 

“Please!!” Midoriya begged, practically sobbing as you teased him and it was like music to your ears. “Please, Y/N, make me feel good!!”

“Yeah,” You whispered, suckling on the vein that ran on the underside of his stiff member. “You want me to make you cum, baby?”

“Yes, please!!” He cried, fisting the fabric of the sofa, remembering your rule not to touch you yet. 

But it was killing him.

The foreplay had made you wet enough to take him and you weren’t keen on waiting another second longer.

Positioning yourself over his leaking head, the tip of his engorged shaft rubbed against your puffy folds as you pushed your thong to the side.

Midoriya’s eyes bulged out of his head as he saw the red lace and he couldn’t stop his hands from shooting to your waist as you threw your shirt up over your head, leaving you in that thin cami that left nothing to the imagination. 

“F-Fuck—” You cursed as you sank down on him, thighs trembling from the effort of taking him. “Izuku, baby, you’re so big.”

He was rock hard and pressing against your inner walls just right. It had been so long since someone had filled you up like this and now that you had him, no one even came close to any of those prior. 

Midoriya was huffing, moaning uncontrollably as the rush of pleasure he got by being encased in your tight heat so quickly. His hands gripped your hips, kneading the flesh of your ass as he started to rock you back and forth in his lap.

You completely ignored the fact that he disobeyed your order. 

“Dumb baby,” You cooed softly. “Does that pussy feel good around your cock? Huh? Tell me.”

“Yes— hhgh, I love it so much, Y/N, you feel so tight, ahh!!” He mewled, unable to think of anything else except how good your cunny felt fluttering around him.

His face was beautifully flushed, unable to tear his gaze off of where his cock had disappeared into you. The sticky wetness smeared against his hip bones made your arousal evident and he was impossibly turned on at the vision in front of him.

You threw your head back as he took over control, gyrating your hips for you before you were even adjusted to his massive length. A breathy moan tumbled out of your lips as his fingers knotted their way into your hair, yanking it back so that your hips canted into him with every thrust. 

“I-Izuku!!” You moaned loudly as he roughly and sporadically pounded into you. 

You squealed as he pulled you down to his chest to get a better angle, all the breath vanishing from your lungs as he planted his heels and fucked up into you so fast that you would’ve fallen off from the force if he wasn’t holding onto you with an iron grip.

“Sorry, Y/N!!” He broke off with a whine and burrowed his face into your neck as you clenched around him, his hips stuttering. “But I’m about to—”

You shrieked as he released inside of you, painting your walls with his thick, milky white cum. Chest heaving, you pushed him down and straightened up, clicking your tongue.

“Such a selfish baby.” You crooned, controlling your breathing enough to put up a confident front. “I didn’t even get to cum yet.”

His eyes widened in horror at not satisfying you first. “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t— Gah!!”

His earnest apology was interrupted  as you began bouncing on him again, keen on reaching your high. His spent length twitched inside of you and he whimpered, eyes screwed shut at the pain.

“Y/N!! It… It hurts!!” Midoriya whimpered pitifully, his eyes screwed shut at the overstimulation.

“Aw,” Your smile was sadistic and you threw your ass back into his lap intentionally, causing him to throb within you. “Does it?”

“Yes!!” He cried out. “Fuck, please stop!!”

You pouted sadly, gyrating your hips faster. “But I haven’t even cum yet.”

It was too much. Your words spun with those sinful rocks of your hips was making a lethal mix of pain and pleasure shoot through his system and he whined, pawing at your hips. 

“Y/N, please!!” He begged, unsure what he was begging for at this point. 

It didn’t take long for him to get hard again. You weren’t sure if his short refractory period was a side effect of his power or the fact that he had just lost his virginity to you and wanted you again, but you were definitely going to oblige him either way.

Midoriya arched into your scalding touch as you leaned down to kiss him once again. Your soft lips and the hot cavern of your mouth distracted him as your tongues danced together and he almost forgot about the fact that he was balls-deep inside of you. 

Until you started to move again. 

His cry was muffled as you licked it out of his mouth before pulling away.

Your grin widened and you rocked your hips back and forth at a mind-blowing pace, reducing the blubbering boy beneath you into a whimpering mess.

But your confident façade soon vanished as his hands found purchase on your hips and bucked up wildly. 

The grin slipped off your face and you whimpered, fingers splaying on his bare chest for balance as he went wild, fucking up into you with abandon. 

You could do nothing else other than hold on and pray you wouldn't fall off of him as he took over.

Biting your lip, you desperately tried to regain control. “Izuku—” 

He gritted his teeth, ignoring you and your eyes widened as green lightning started to surround his body. 

Your eyes widened. “Wait—!”

He didn't. 

Your head tipped back and the loudest scream you've ever produced ripped from your throat as he used One for All to completely destroy your pussy. But to your disbelief, he didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down when you contracted around him.

His hips slammed up into yours at a breaknecking speed and tears blurred your vision as you cried out, sobbing with pleasure as he finally made you cum.

“Y/N, you’re milking my cock so much!!” Midoriya blurted out with a raspy moan as another orgasm spiraled to you and you shrieked, this one hitting harder than the last.  

At some point, you blacked out.

When you came to, Midoriya was hovering over you worriedly, his green eyes glistening with concern as he called your name over and over again.

Sitting up with a groan, you realized that he had laid you down on the couch and covered you with a blanket.

“Y/N?” The boy asked, brushing the hair out of your eyes as he sat down by your side.

You offered him a smile, every bone in your body protesting as you sat up. Midoriya was helping you in a second, ignoring your feeble protests that you could do it yourself. 

The next minute, he played with his fingers awkwardly. 

“Was… Was it good for you?” He asked timidly, blinking his big eyes up at you. 

You cracked a smile at how earnest he was. Cutie. 

“Of course it was.” You murmured, planting a soft kiss on his forehead before staring straight into his eyes. “You know this means you're mine, right?”

Midoriya blinked his doe eyes, mouth parting slightly. “Eh?!”

You smirked. “Yup.”

“Really?!?!” He asked excitedly, leaning forward to stick his face close to yours and you giggled. 

Adorable. Simply adorable.

“Yeah, baby.” You whispered, cupping his face and pecking his freckled cheek. He was so sweet. So pure. 

You couldn’t wait to defile him more. Wait until he was exposed to the world of BDSM.

Licking your lips slyly, you smirked. “You’re all mine.”

Taglist: @katsukis-sad-angel​

[sweetsunflowerkisses]

are you taking requests? if so, can you write rafe with 33 from the fluff prompt list? thank you:)

sweetsunflowerkisses valentine’s celebration

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

prompt: #33: “Not to be drastic, but I would jump off of a cliff for you”

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of alcohol, fighting, and unwanted advances

word count: 1520-ish

(a/n): yeah i went a little over what i wanted word count wise but its ok because i love it and soft rafe has my whole heart,, hope you enjoy it my lovely anon!!

Keggers were the bread and butter of Kildare Island, the one thing that the island could participate in without bringing the weird class war into it, well most of the time anyway. Tonight it seemed, would be one of those parties where hands were not being thrown over the Kook/Pogue war.

As you stood around the roaring fire, squished in between your boyfriend, Rafe, and your best friend ,Kelce, you allowed a smile to grace your face. This was the most peaceful you had felt in a while and it felt nice to not have to worry about defending your boyfriend and your friends when they got involved in shit.

Of course things never seem to go smoothly in the Outer Banks. You shuffled out from under your boyfriend's arm, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before stepping back and giving him and Kelce stern looks. “Do. Not. Fight. While. I’m. Gone.” You stressed each word as you looked between the two.

Kelce held his hands up in surrender, “You got it, Mom.” He teased. You simply rolled your eyes and looked expectantly at your boyfriend.

“Fine, fine. Anything for you babe.” He said with a small smile. You nodded, smiling as you turned to make your way over to the keg to get another drink.

When you got to the keg you saw a crowd of familiar faces around it, you smiled, waving to Kie and JJ as you approached. “Hey guys!” You said excitedly when you reached them, pulling Kiara in for a small hug.

“Hey Y/N!” She cheered, JJ gave a greeting of his own, pulling you in excitedly for your not-so-secret, secret handshake once Kie had let you out of her grip.

You stood around the keg for a few minutes, chatting with JJ and Kie, updating them on your life and asking how they were and if they needed anything. The two assured you that they were fine, and the conversation flowed lightly between the three of you. It was mainly gossip about your friends' relationships, like Kelce who was in the longest relationship he’d ever had and absolutely smitten with his girl, or John B and Sarah, who still seemed to be going as strong as ever.

It was about fifteen minutes later when you felt a hand on your shoulder, you figured it was Rafe, after all you had been gone for a little bit and the dirty blonde was notoriously clingy, so you didn’t think anything of it. This was of course before an unfamiliar voice broke through the air.

“So babe, I was thinking we could get out of here y’know, this party is kinda boring but I get the feeling you aren’t.”

You whirled around quickly, throwing the hand off of your shoulder and facing the person that had spoken. He was tall, maybe 5’11 or so, but definitely not as tall as Rafe. His hair was brown and curly, and he was very clearly drunk off of his ass.

You cringed as the Touron leaned in closer, the stench of alcohol flooding your senses. “You got somethin’ to say there Babe?”

“Look dude, you’re clearly drunk so how about you go sober up or something instead, Huh?” You asked, attempting to de-escalate this situation before anything could happen.

“C’mon i’m fine, I told you this thing’s boring so let’s go.” His voice was slightly lower, nearing a growl and he made a grab for your wrist. By now Kie and JJ had joined in on the conversation, asking for him to let go, as JJ threatened to kick his teeth in, someone beat him to the punch. Literally.

It happened in slow motion, a shadow looming over the scene and then a fist, pale and structured, complete with an all too familiar gold ring, it made an audible impact, sending the touron tumbling to the ground. He released your wrist to clutch his jaw, as he laid on the sand for a moment, collecting himself Rafe turned to you, “Baby, Are you okay?”

You barely had time to nod before the touron was back in frame, having picked himself off the sandy beach, and threw himself at your boyfriend. You let out a shriek as Kie sent JJ off, telling him that Rafe could defend your honour well enough on his own, not wanting JJ to get involved in case of Rafe turning his anger towards the blonde pogue.

As the initial shock of the fight wore off, you just let out a groan as you watched the two go at it, searching the crowd for Kelce. You found him quite quickly, engrossed in a conversation with Topper.

The two were quickly ripped out of said conversation as they heard your yells of their names, looking up to find you sprinting at them from down the beach. “Kelce, get the car! Top can you go get Rafe please, before he kills that fucking idiot!”

The two didn’t question your orders, this wasn’t their first rodeo. Kelce took off towards you, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards his truck, fishing the keys out of his pocket. “Thank god I drove us instead of Rafe.” He mumbled, unlocking the vehicle.

You clambered into the back, and Kelce pulled out and headed towards the section of road closest to where the fight had broken out. As the two of you pulled up you could see Topper pulling Rafe off of the collapsed form of the touron.

You threw open the doors, helping Rafe into the back as Topper joined Kelce in the front. Rafe leaned against you as Kelce took off down the street. You simply stared down at the dirty blonde in your lap, eyes checking over his bloody face. He didn’t appear too injured, and it seemed that most of the blood came from the touron.

You didn’t have a first aid kit in the car so you took to letting your fingers run through his hair, the fight having messed up the gel in it. A short ten minutes later Kelce was pulling up at your house, quickly punching in the code to the gate, and pulling through to your driveway.

The four of you climbed out of Kelce’s truck and made your way into the house, you were holding Rafe’s hand as you gently led him through your house. The other two boys, having been through this a million times, simply went to the kitchen to get themselves a couple of beers while you brought Rafe upstairs.

When you and Rafe reached your bedroom you sat him on the bed, heading to your bathroom to quickly grab the first aid kit you kept in there. When you reached his figure he was slumped over, his head in his hands.

You gently grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at you, giving him a soft smile.

“I’m not mad, baby. I just wish you hadn’t done that, I love you and I hate seeing you fight, it always worries me.”

Rafe simply pulled you in between his legs, letting his hands fall to rest on your hips. You smiled down at him, pushing his hair back and pulling out some cotton swabs and alcohol and beginning to clean the blood from his face.

He had a few cuts here and there but nothing a few butterfly closures wouldn’t take care of. When you finished cleaning his face you pulled his hands from your waist, bringing each one of them up to clean them. It was when you were doing this that Rafe finally spoke.

“I know you don’t like seeing me fight, I’m sorry.” You smiled, pausing your actions for a moment, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“It’s ok baby. Like I said, it just scares me sometimes.”

“I know, I just, I saw how uncomfortable you looked and then I saw the absolutely despicable look on that guy's face and lost it. I wasn’t gonna let him treat my baby like that. I mean, Not to be drastic but I’d jump off of a cliff for you.”

You blushed slightly, moving back to cleaning Rafe’s hands off. “Let’s hope that’s never necessary then, I’d miss you too much.”

He smiled at you, moving his free hand up to cup your jaw, brushing his thumb gently over your lips. “I love you.”

Your face heated up even more, soft Rafe always had a way of making you blush, even if you’d been with him for as long as you had. You quickly finished cleaning his hand, and moved one of your now free hands to interlock with his free one.

You brought your joined hands up, grinning softly as you pressed gentle kisses to his knuckles. “I love you too.”

As the two of you continued your moment of intimacy, the two boys you had left downstairs were now slightly more tipsy than earlier, and were pretending to be the two of you and dramatically reenacting whatever they figured was happening upstairs.

Life really couldn’t get much better.

[screechingkroh]

I just wanted to say a little thingy and I'm too shy to say it off anon but you are an amazingly talented writer. I found your Seer fic last night and I binge read it from 3am until just now (8:50am). I eagerly await your next update. But...that's not what I wanted to say. Everything in your fic I relate to deeply and I had to pause just to sob occasionally, and times where I audibly laughed (which is rare for me). Your fic really touched my heart in so many ways, more than I expected, and I adore you for that. Please continue to write your heart out you lovely person and enjoy every moment of it because I know there are others like me out there feeling the same way. I hope you know that you are amazing and I'm cheering you on from the sidelines!! Maybe someday when I'm brave enough you'll see me around posting art or something, but for now I will happily support you in the background and send the best vibes your way!! /gen (( Sorry for the ramble btw, I just wanted to gush and let you know what I'm feeling because qwq Hdjsbk!! Freakin awesome!!! /big pos ))

/pos btw

This is so sweet Omg

Making a special tag just for these kinds of asks :sobs:

Take you’re time!! Never stress abt art. I love it but I will never ask for it at the cost of one’s peace or health.

Ngl I use some of my personal experience with things in my story. I’ve lost friends and family before— and at one point I lost a large group of my friends without even realizing it. Seer’s breakdown over losing their friends is very much akin to the one I had found out.

I’ve been— and still am— considered the therapist friend. Which has been a small struggle for me whenever I wanna talk abt my issues HAHA but that’s fine ✨ fanfics are coping mechanisms + monkis.

I’m happy that my fic got you to laugh! This means a lot to me and it pushes me on to keep going ✨✨ thank you so so much!!!

[realcube]

HQ BOYS REACT TO YOU FAKE CRYING  

characters ♡ yaku, kenma, kayegama & iwaizumi 

content warning ♡ fake crying, mentions of murder, hurt/comfort, fluff & timeskip! iwaizumi (no mature themes, just domesticity)

credit ♡ thank you to 🍦anon for this request

morinosuke yaku

♡ why did you need to need to practise in the bedroom?? in his bedroom, no less

♡ your show was quickly approaching and you recalled the scene where you were to burst out into tears on stage, and you hadn’t yet rehearsed how you were going to do that

♡ honestly, you were under the assumtion that yaku would have no problem with you practising while in his bedroom bc he has ran lines with you in the past and this was hardly any different

♡ so sat, thinking about the most horrible, morbid, grotesque things you possible could, all while keeping your eyes wide open and not blinking so soon enough, the tears started rolling

♡ proud of yourself, you smirked before burying your face into your hands; now to add sobs!

♡ it started out with mere snivels but then as you got more confident, it built up to full on bawls which were loud enough to gain yaku’s attention from the kitchen

♡ he was quick to rush over to his bedroom, his soul audibly leaving his body when he saw your upset weeping figure on the bed

♡ he basically pounced on you and engulfed you with his embrace, ‘dear! what’s wrong? are you alright? who hurt you?!’ the questions were fast falling off his tongue as cradled your head, leaving no room for you to speak without being muffled by his chest or arms

♡ and when he noticed that you were trying to speak, he simply hushed you, ‘shh! it’s okay, dearest.’ and continued to whisper ‘comforting’ stuff like that in your ear 

♡ he thought he was helping but really he was just preventing you from getting you point across

♡ eventually, you managed to escape his steel grip and gasp, ‘yaku! i’m fine! look — no tears!” you gestured to you damp cheek, “i was just practising for my role! i’m not actually sad. though, it’s cute that you care so mu--”

♡ as soon as yaku heard the word ‘practising’ he immediately recalled how you mention you have a sad scene where you need to cry and his natural reflex was to lean backwards, grab a massive teddy bear that sat behind him which he had won at a carnival for you but you insisted that he keep it bc you didn’t want to carry it home

♡ ...and he threw it straight at you, causing you to fall backwards and burst out laughing at how you were currently being straddled by a big teddy bear 

♡ ‘(y/n)! i thought you were hurt! you can’t just fake cry without telling me first- i was so worried! like i thought it was real and--’ this went on for an elongated amount of time, yaku ranting while you added a faint ‘sorry!’ whenever you saw the opportunity 

♡ eventually, he stopped only to take a deep breath, visibly calming doing as his chest heaved, ‘alright. what’s done is done; it’s fine. you worried me though, (y/n). i thought you were being for real, what then?’

♡ you nodded, smiling at his softened expression as your lips twisted into a smirk at his final comment. cocking a brow, you purred, ‘so...you think i’m a good actor? tha--’

♡ pow! another plushie to the face! K.O! 

kenma kuzome 

♡ as a joke, you dabbed water under your eyes a few times so you could send your friend a snap of you ‘crying’ and ofc kenma had to walk in at exactly the wrong time 

♡ you were over at his house, chilling on his couch while he was upstairs talking to kuroo over the phone— he said he’d only be a moment but almost half an hour had passed and he still showed no sign of coming back downstairs, though you couldn’t blame him as kuroo does have a tendency to be overly descriptive when spilling tea

♡ anyway, as soon as you had sent your snap, you placed your phone down and scanned the room in search of some tissues to wipe you eyes with, when kenma barged in 

♡ ‘hey, (y/n). i’m sorry that took so lo--’ when his gaze shifted from his phone onto you, sitting on the couch with tears streaming down your cheeks, he immediately cut himself off

♡ at first, you were frozen, simply staring at each other; as if he had just walked in on you committing a violent act of homicide in his living room 

♡ honestly you were too stunned to move at first but if you could, you’d probably say something along the lines of ‘this isn’t what it looks like’ but before you could even open your mouth, kenma edged towards you until he was able to outstretch his arms and wrap you in his warm embrace 

♡ with your cheek pressed against his warm hoodie, basking in an uncommon blissful silence, you postponed your explanation until you were finished enjoyed how his nimble fingers caressed your back

♡ you hummed, your lips curling a smile at how comfortable you felt in his arms and how nice his hoodie smelt, since it usually reeked of an unholy mixture of body spray and monster energy 

♡ he planted a kiss upon your head, murmuring into your hair, ‘baby, what’s wrong?’ 

♡ you were quick to swipe away your ‘tears’ with the back of your hand, ‘i’m fine, don’t worry.” you chirped, beaming at him to reinforce this point, ‘it’s just water, for a silly video i sent to my friends.’

♡ kenma blinked rapidly, staring down at your seemingly genuine smile

♡ honestly, you expected him to tease you or be irritated that you made him reveal a hidden soft side of himself for no reason, since he’s usually quite private with his emotions 

♡ but instead, the corners of his lips just lifted into a slight smile as pushed your head back against his chest, then resting his head upon yours, ‘oh, that’s cool.’ he breathed, his warm, calming voice causing your eyelids to become heavy — that and the fact you had went on a run not too long ago

♡ kenma felt your eyes flutter shut against his chest so he slowly leaned backwards, holding you against his hoodie as he laid down, allowing himself to doze off with you snuggled up on his heaving torso 

hajime iwaizumi

♡ you were making iwaizumi dinner, cutting onions and cooking curry

♡ so it was not surprising when tears started brimmed at your eyes, eventually slipping from your lashline and trickling down the soft skin of your cheeks, leaving you to blink rapidly to lubricate your burning eyes

♡ iwaizumi had just came out the shower, he had dried off but when he came downstairs and peered into the kitchen, he was wearing just a towel which was draped around his hips, ‘mm, something smells good. whatcha cookin’, baby?’

♡ he didn’t plan on staying downstairs for long, which is why he didn’t throw on a shirt; all he wanted to do was get to the bottom of what that magnificent aroma was that he smelled from upstairs, then once he figured it out, he’d go back upstairs, get changed, then head back down for dinner 

♡ but his plan was cut short when he noticed crystalline tears pouring from your red, puffy eyes 

♡ without thinking or taking into consideration why your eyes are red, his immediate reaction was to dash over to your side and slip his arms around your waist, puling you in so that one of your hands had no choice but to rest on his back while the other continued to stir the pot

♡ noticing that your watery eyes were still fixated on the curry, he took your chin inbtween his fingers and forced you to cook at him, ‘why’s my angel crying? hm?’ he cooed, features painted with genuine worry and concern

♡ you lifted a brow, stifling a chuckle at how silly he was being, ‘what do you mean?’

♡ before you could process anything else, iwaizumi bought you in for a passionate kiss with the his hand pressing against the small of your back, only pulling away so he could rest his head on your shoulder and hum into your ear, ‘you can tell me anything, angel, so what’s on your mind?’

♡ you bottom lip quivered at his intimate action — you might just start crying for real 

♡ biting your bottom lip, you resisted your tears and forced out a laugh, ‘what’s on my mind? well,’ you started, momentarily letting go of the ladle so you could hug back, ‘i have to make dinner for my himbo husband, but the onions and spices are burning my eyes. pray for me, iwa.’

♡ it took him a moment to register what you just said. he’d been in the kitchen many times so by now he was basically immune to the way onions and spices affect the eyes, so he completely forgot that stuff like that happens. he honestly, wholeheartedly thought that you were crying real tears of sadness while making dinner

♡ he impulsively pushed you away, crossing his arms over his chest and his initial kind expression lowering into a scowl, ‘who are you calling a himbo?! i just forgot that some people have weak-ass eyes. bye.’ he spat, clearly trying his best not to laugh as he stormed off to his room, keeping a firm grip on his towel the whole time 

♡ don’t worry, though. he was back ten minutes later — fully clothed — to eat dinner with you :))

♡ but don’t mention it ever again or else he’ll blush and tell you it ever happened 

tobio kageyama 

♡ you were scrolling on your fyp and found a video of a person explaining how to cry on command and you didn’t believe it’d actually work so you tried it

♡ as it turns out, it does work and now you are sitting on your bed with tear stained cheeks and a dry throat, completely zoned out until kageyama came marching into your bedroom

♡ it was in that moment that you recalled that you had invited him over for a movie night and you had left your front door unlocked for him, hence he must’ve invited himself in

 ♡ ‘sorry i’m late, but i brought doritos.’ he spun on heels after closing the door, doritos in hand but not for long because as soon as he noticed your cheek glistening the lamplight, he instantly dropped them to rush over to you 

♡ ‘eh? (y/n)? are you crying?’ he asked with a harsh voice, which wouldn’t help if you really were crying. instinctively, he reached out for your hand and began pressing kisses to the back of it 

♡ he wasn’t really too sure on what exactly he could do or say to comfort you, so he recollected on the time you tried to cheer him up after he lost a big game. you lay beside him on his bed, humming a distant tune that matched the one playing in his ear from his earbuds. one hand threading through his hair while the other cupped his cheek so you could press occasional, soft kisses on his cheek while he set to himself. it was calming, and it definitely worked in making him feel better. usually, it’d take him months to recover after a devastating loss like that, but with you by his side and giving him support, he was back to his normal self in a couple weeks

♡ well, as normal as it gets for kageyama

♡ you gently shook your head, admiring his adorable actions and allowing his to continue as you used your spare hand to wipe away your artificial tears

♡ ‘oh, sweetie, i love you so much.’ you mused, thinking up a way to start your story without sounding foolish  

♡ but perhaps you shouldn’t have began your explanation with a term of endearment as his impulse with to promptly throw his arms around you, holding onto your torso tightly 

♡ you were taken back for moment, wheezing slightly as kageyama squeezed the air out of you but finally able to speak once he relaxed his arms, ‘tobio! nothing’s wrong, don’t worry. i was just testing to see if i could fake cry or not. i’m not actually crying.’

♡ kageyama’s eyes widened and he paled

♡ you weren’t actually in need of comfort? then why did he just get all soft? for nothing?

♡ ‘no.’ was his simple response which he punctuated with another kiss on the back of your hand

♡ you couldn’t help but giggle, taking advantage of this opperuntiy to reach out and ruffle his hair, ‘yes. i’m seriously okay. i’m happy, actually, because i get to spend my evening watching movies with you!’

♡ surprisngly, he didn’t glare at you for messing up his hair — since it was already untidy — and just took a seat beside you, keeping ahold of your hand as if it was a fragile gem, ‘i don’t believe you.’

♡ you laughed, realising that he was clearly making excuses for openly showing affection and being soft so you just let him, hopping to your feet and tugging your hand away from him so you could grab the doritos he dropped, ‘whatever you say, tobio.’

♡ he pouted but it was only brief as he was soon able to take your hand once more, ‘yeah..’ he grunted, averting his eyes so you didn’t see the blush creeping onto his cheeks, ‘whatever, just put on the stupid movie...stupid (y/n)...i love you..’

[spookysmujer]

Cielo, O. Diaz

Summary: Despite Oscar’s protest of a date night, he complies and adds in some TLC to end the night.

warnings: fluff stuff, semi-angst, freak s h e t 👅 (18+)

word count: 1.6K

requested by anon!

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Oscar loves to keep busy, always on the go and someplace different nearly everyday but there are some days where he’d rather do nothing but lounge at home all day long. And though not much people know, he’s big NBA fan. He enjoys watching the games, enjoying a cold beer.

He’s sat on the couch, nursing the 4th beer of the night nearly an hour into the game. His team is leading and everything is chill, nothing could ruin it. But of course, he does get his attention pulled from the TV when he sees you through his peripheral pass through the hallway 3 times.

“Mami, the fuck are you going back and forth for?” He calls out as he takes a long sip from the bottle, not taking his attention away from the game.

You are focused on getting your eyelash on snug when you hear him call out. The band sticking to your lash line before you take a breath in. “Getting ready!”

“For what?” Oscar asks.

The quietness in the bathroom is eerie as you pause to listen if he follows that question with him joking but nothing but a clap sounds from the next room over. You roll you eyes as you finish painting your face on, “What do you mean for what? It’s date night! You told me we could go out to dinner last week so we are going out!”

Crap. Oscar closes his eyes for a brief moment, forgetting all about his promise to wine and dine you. But to be fair, you never gave him the heads up when exactly it’d be. He definitely didn’t want to miss out on this game.

You continue to get ready, your face nicely caked on and hair up, pushed back. And tonight you can finally wear the new jeans you got and it’s definitely working in your advantage. With one final look in the mirror, you gather things and head to the living room, expecting to see a dressed and waiting Oscar.

But he’s still in the basketball shorts from this morning. An audible sigh escapes your lips as you cross your arms. He looks over at you, “Really? You’re lucky you take 5 minutes to get ready and that you’re bald. Vamos, babe.”

“Mami, there’s one more quarter left. I can’t just bounce now.” His hands points towards the TV. The crowd cheering as a basket is made causing Oscar to jump up with excitement. “Oscar, we have reservations in 20 minutes!”

He huffs and sits back down, putting up a fight like a child, “Reschedule, we’ll go tomorrow. Com’n, bebita. You knew there was a game tonight, I told you about it last week.”

“Yeah well, I told you about dinner last week too. And I thought that this would be more important than the stupid game where they fly balls back and forth! Forget it!” You throw your hands up in defeat. The frustration clouding your mind instantly. Once in the bedroom, you kick off your heels and crawl on the bed to cry.

If there is one thing that you are really good at, it’s being a devoted girlfriend. You have stood beside your boyfriend even when things went south between him and the Santos. You’d go everywhere with him and do everything with him. And vice versa. The two of you inseparable. So naturally, hearing him saying no to something you want to do is heart wrenching.

Oscar continues watching the game but can’t seem to focus as he thinks back on your face and the sound of your voice a few minutes ago. He rubs his face and stands, heading into the bathroom to get a quick shower.

You’re too busy scrolling on your phone to have noticed Oscar entering the room. When you hear him clear his throat, you look to see him dressed in his nice plaid, button down shirt and the rest of the usual cholo attire. You try to resist the smile creeping on your face but you can’t.

“Come on, we going or what?”

The look on your face brings a smile to Oscar’s as you jump up to quickly fix your tear streamed face. After the time it took you to get ready again, you two make it to the fancy restaurant just in time. You’re eager to see Oscar’s reaction to the place since he has a liking for cooking. He’s definitely intrigued and glad he decided to go.

A night of fine wine and dine with Oscar is all you wanted tonight and you got it. You two ordered a bunch of foods you love as well as different things that peaked your interest. Enjoyed some lovely wine, him as included. By the end of dinner, you can’t tell who is crying more: your jeans or Oscar’s wallet.

The two of you make it home, both feeling the sleepiness seeping into your bones. As you place the take out bag of leftovers in the fridge, you feel Oscar closely behind you.

You stand upright and Oscar brings his hands to your waist, as he places kisses on your exposed shoulder. His hands explore your body as you lean back into him, how he has any energy for this is beyond you. 

“Mhm, you enjoy tonight?” He asks you as he kisses right below your ear. It sends shivers down your spine, you inching away from him when he bites your earlobe. You can only hum in response.

You turn on your heel and clash your lips against his. On your tiptoes to reach his face and squeezing it between both your hands. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue against your bottom lip, awaiting permission. Being ever the gentleman tonight. Once you open your mouth more, your tongues are clashing against each other. 

Oscar pushes you towards the counter and lifts you onto it. Something about your man being able to lift you with ease only makes you feel more aroused. Your hands fall below you and  you start to work his belt. The clinking sound of the metal making you more excited. Once you get it undone, you palm him to through his shorts and feel the hardness.

His hand meets yours and pushes it back, “Let me take of you tonight.”

You blush and wring your arms around his neck. Oscar lifts you again, walking the two of you to the bedroom. Both of you quickly discarding your clothes and wrapping up in each other. He is kissing on your neck and down your chest, stopping to take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue circles your nipple and he looks up at you, seeing you in immense pleasure, eyes closed and head tilted back.

Oscar does the same to your other breast before kissing down to your navel. He is peppering kissing on your hip bones and closer to your sex. He brings your legs over his shoulder when he is face to face with your throbbing heat. One thing he loves most when being intimate with you is eating you out. The way you can squirm under him is addicting.

“Hm, come on. Give it to me. Eat me out, papi,”

You rest on foot on his shoulder and push his face down into your cunt with the other. He places a kiss on your clit and you suck in a breath. The shock it leaves you in is exhilarating. Then his tongue licks a swipe through your slit, once and then twice and then continuously.

He is holding your hips down with both his hands as you being to squirm. “Hmmm.” Oscar hums whichs sends vibration into your cunt and you arch your back off the bed. 

You are a writhing mess as his tongue swirls around your sensitive, swollen bud inching you closer and closer to a release. Oscar moves a hand below him to stroke his dick, the sight of your losing yourself to his mouth has him ready to bust. You are now slightly bucking your hips forward. He takes his mouth off you to breath. “Hm, keep going, please. I’m gonna cum, make me cum with your mouth.”

Oscar spits on your clit and begins to violently attack it by moving his tongue around it then adding his lips and sucking. Your cunt dripping with arousal as Oscar dips his tongue into your aching entrance and tongue fucking you. He quickly moves back to the assault on your clit as he feels your body begins to shudder.

Your hands hold his head down at the intensity hits you all at once. Oscar relentless by not stopping even as your body convulses under him.

“Fuck, fuuuuuck. Okay, okay, okay papi, stop!” You push his head off you with a laugh as you scoot up. He smiles at you with his mouth and chin drenched. He crawls on top your body and takes your lips with his, tasting yourself and not minding at all.

A sigh escapes your lips as Oscar sits up and you see the mess he made from eating you out as well as cum from himself, “You came by just eating me out? You were barely touching yourself.”

“You got that effect on me. I hope this makes up for today. I shouldn’t have waited until you were crying to agree on dinner. Won’t happen again, forgive me?” He asks you. You sit up and reach for his neck to pull him down on you,

He lets out a breathy laugh as he now lays on you, “Ask me after you fill me up.”

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Wedding Fluff

A/N: Got this request a while back and Tumblr was giving me a hard time with this. I’m so sorry for the delay anon! I’ve tweaked it a bit here and there. Hope you like it :)

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader

Word count: 1730

Warnings: 18+ stuff, NSFW, Tooth-rotting fluff and SMUT!!

…

Butterflies. You felt a thousand butterflies in your belly as you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your dress for the hundredth time. Never in your wildest dreams had you thought about this day, and yet it was all a reality now.

It was almost time!

“You look lovely, Lady (Y/L/N).” you turned to see your maid of honour Lady Sif, emerging from her changing room to yours, carrying a bridal bouquet in hand. She walked behind you and fixed your veil while giving you a reassuring smile.

Exhaling a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, you smiled back and thanked her. She was describing Asgardian wedding traditions to you, to which you were half paying attention; most of your thoughts taken up by the fact that you were about to walk down the aisle in front of hundreds of people, to be married to the love of your life.

There was a loud knock on the door and your heart almost jumped out of your ribcage. Lady Sif went to answer it and kept whispering furiously to the person on the other side. You caught a ‘you cannot be here’ before the door was pushed wide open revealing the visitor.

Thor walked in leaving Lady Sif huffing as she closed the door behind her. He spotted you and he stopped in his tracks. Eyes roamed every inch of you as he stalked closer and closer, a look of wonder, love and disbelief donning his face.

“You’re not supposed to be in here Thor.” You adjusted your posture and turned to face the mirror once again, though you were blushing a little on the inside looking at his reaction.

He stopped right behind you, arms encircled your waist as he locked eyes with you in the reflection, “I can’t leave now. You look like an angel.”

“And you’re exaggerating.” blushing crimson at this point, you dismissed him, never knowing how to take a compliment.

“The groom cannot see the bride before the ceremony, it’s considered bad luck.” You explained.

“It is a silly Midgardian tradition. And I don’t care.” He placed soft kisses up your neck and behind your ear.

“But we are on Earth.” You argued, giggling as his scruff tickled. You closed your eyes and hummed as his kisses made your nerves melt away.

Technically, you were in New Asgard which was in Tønsberg, Norway. After the destruction of Thor’s home planet, their people had settled here. It wasn’t exactly a match for Asgard, as Thor had described it, but it was home now. So the wedding was going to be a beautiful amalgamation of both the traditions.

Your reverie was broken when Lady Sif opened the door harshly and stormed in, making you break away.

“Your ten minutes is up, Thor. They’re ready for you.” She said staring pointedly at him.

After placing another kiss to your cheek, he left you alone with Lady Sif and walked out.

“Ready?”

“Yes.” You smiled widely, taking a deep breath.

…

The ceremony took place on a cliff overlooking the majestic sea. The setting, food, drinks, even the weather was picture perfect beautiful. Albeit it wasn’t on Thor’s home planet, with golden palaces, royal gardens or all his loved ones all present to share this special day with you, it was nothing short of special yet spectacular.

The reception was being held under a magnificent looking canopy, it was abuzz with music and cheerful chatter as it filled the atmosphere as the wedding progressed to your first official dance as husband and wife. The whole ‘happiest day of your life’ cliché had come true and you were pretty sure your cheeks had started to ache from smiling so much. You couldn’t help it.

The band changed the song to a slow number as you wound your arms around Thor’s torso and rest your cheek against his steady beating heart, hugging him close as you swayed from side to side.

“We did it Mr. Odinson.” You murmured with your eyes closed.

A hearty chuckle reverberated from his chest making you grin, “We did it, Mrs. Odinson.”

You lifted your face to look up at him, seeing nothing but unadulterated happiness and love swimming in his mismatched yet still dreamy eyes.

“I like the sound of that.” You whispered as you reached up to capture his lips in a kiss.

After you parted, he pressed his lips to your ear and breathed, “I can’t wait to have you all by myself tonight, my love.” The words sent shivers down your spine as anticipation for what’s to come grew stronger inside you.

…

After the festivities had ended, you could feel the exhaustion of the day starting to set in. Saying your goodbyes you began walking hand-in-hand towards your house but Thor stopped you.

“I thought the cottage was this way.” You laughed, confused as to why your now husband was facing the other way.

“I have a small surprise for you. For us.” His blue eyes shining with excitement.

He revealed nothing as you both strolled along an unfamiliar path, passers-by congratulating and blessing you on your way there. The sun was just about setting leaving the surroundings in a tranquil, gorgeous orange glow.

Thor asked you to close your eyes as you turned around a narrower path to which you obliged, you had never seen him this ecstatic in a while.

“Alright, open your eyes.”

The sight before you left an audible gasp from your mouth. A rustic yet modern looking mini castle came into view. It looked like something that had appeared right out of a fairy-tale.

“Our new home, my love. Do you like it?” he asked, voice full of hope.

Smiling widely as you fought back tears you turned to face him, “Like it? It’s perfect Thor. Let’s see it from the inside, come on.” You grabbed his hand and went in eagerly.

…

“And finally this will be our bedroom.”

After the tour of your ‘palace’, Thor opened your bedroom door. It was a huge room complete with a four-poster bed with candles placed on the side tables and all around, making the room glow in soft yellow light. Stunning.

“I still don’t think any of this is real. I have no words, I really don’t. Thank you.” you were overcome with emotion at that point, thanking your lucky stars. Turning, you walked towards him and jumped in his open arms to kiss him.

“You don’t have to thank me. I would do anything for you, my love.” He said in between kisses. He slowly walked you back towards the bed, never breaking the kiss, and sat down.

You broke the kiss to undress yourself, as much as the dress was comfortable for a wedding gown, it was time to take it off now. As you slowly stripped, your husband’s eyes grew darker with lust and need, never breaking eye contact as he too got out of his tux.

Once down to your lacy wedding lingerie, you placed your knees on either side of the bed sitting in his lap. Grabbing his face you kissed him with every ounce of love, gratitude, and adoration you had for him. He responded by wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer to his body and kissing back with equal fervour.

He laid back on the soft mattress as it sunk down with his weight, taking you with him. A giggle escaped your mouth as the kiss turned desperate, he sloppily began ridding you of your underwear and you did the same.

Now fully naked, you sat back admiring the God underneath you as your fingers danced on the plains and dips of his broad chest. Reaching back, you grabbed his fully erect cock with your hand, biting your bottom lip as your thumb swiped over the tip, collecting pre-cum. Soft gasps and low, rough grunts coming from him made you feel powerful and proud, his wide eyes silently pleading you to quit teasing.

“What’s the rush now, darling? We got all night, don’t we?” Your voice came out surprisingly authoritative yet full of desire as your movements picked up the pace.

“And all night’s not enough.”

Suddenly he sat up, removed your hand from his cock, and grabbed your hips roughly, lifting you up and lowering your slick core over himself, making you groan in unison. He began guiding your hips into a steady pace as you held onto his shoulders.

The otherwise silent room soon filled with your collective groans and the sound of skin slapping against each other as he picked up the pace.

“I’m close.” You whispered into his shoulder as your body stiffened, feeling your orgasm approach.

“Cum for me (Y/N).” Thor encouraged as he pressed his thumb over your clit, toppling you over the edge.

You shuddered and winced at the loss of contact as he pulled out, only to lay you on the bed on your side. Taking hold of your leg and draping it over his, Thor drove into you once more, making you cry out in pleasure.

The new angle already pushing you towards your second release. Thor’s hands wandered over your body as he kept pounding into you, whispering praises in your ears. You reached your hand behind grabbing his hair and tugged on it as he littered your neck with hickeys.

He felt your walls clench and pulse around him as his hand went to rub circles on your clit once more. Writhing, you turned your head into the pillow and let out a muffled screamed as your orgasm washed over you for the second time that night.

You felt his hips falter as he grabbed you tighter and came with a loud grunt, spilling into you.

Both of you were still quivering with the after-effects of mind-blowing sex, as you managed to sit up to bring the sheets over your naked bodies. He hugged you close to his chest as your eyes began drooping, thoroughly exhausted.

After a few moments of drawing meaningless patterns on your back, Thor whispered,

“If you think I’m done with you, you’re mistaken.”

A lazy smile spread over your face as you supported yourself on your elbows to look up at him,

“Good. I’m not done with you either.”

With that, you captured his lips in a kiss once more.

…

[dindjarindiaries]

My Cyar’ika

summary: You and Din find yourselves in a marketplace lush with life, and you lose yourself in the fun while Din tries to keep you safe throughout it. (requested by anon)

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x fem!reader

warnings: none

rating: G

word count: 1.587k

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“Where are we now?” Your voice is full of awe as you stare out of the cockpit of the Razor Crest. The vibrant wildlife surrounding the place you’ve touched down in is much more exciting than the most recent places you’ve been traveling to. You’ve been used to seeing dry deserts and bone-chilling ice planets—and now you’re seeing life again. Your lively soul has been aching for something similar to your Mid Rim home planet—the one which Din saved you from when it became plagued by Imperial influence and starvation.

“Tolniri,” Din informs you, putting the Crest to sleep before he rises from the pilot’s seat. “It’s got a heavy population density, but we need resources badly. It’s known as the most flourishing marketplace in the Outer Rim.”

Your heart beats faster in its increased excitement at his words. “You mean, we’ll get to see people again?” you ask him.

Din begins to descend from the cockpit, and you follow him with anticipation of his answer. “Yes,” he finally says once you’re facing him again on the main level. You can’t help smiling and almost begin to hop around, but Din’s next words keep you from doing so. “But we can’t talk or stay for long. It’s too much of a risk.”

You don’t let his protective ideas affect your sheer joy, but you do tilt your head in confusion at him. “Why? We’re still in the middle of nowhere.”

“Just because it’s the Outer Rim doesn’t mean it’s the middle of nowhere,” Din reminds you. “Remember, it’s got a thick population density.”

“Well, no matter what, at least we’ll get to see some life again!” Your exclamation brings a small smile to Din’s lips, unbeknownst to you because of his helmet, and you earnestly make your way towards the hatch. Din keeps the child in the protective, floating pod he fashioned for it and begins to lead the way off the ship. You only have to walk through the trees for a few minutes before they break, revealing a sight to you that’s so beautiful you have to stop for a moment.

There’s a colorful city sitting in a valley just below the ridge you’re standing on, walled in by a few beautiful mountains looming in the distance. You can already see the open squares of the marketplace where people are talking, laughing, and some even dancing. There’s a faint sound of music playing, and you wonder if you’ve arrived during some kind of festival. The sight warms your heart.

“Wow,” you breathe, your excitement only growing. “It’s so beautiful!”

“Hey, remember what I said—” Din tries to say.

“Let’s go!” you cheer before he can finish, hurrying down a carved path of the ridge. Din sighs heavily before following you, hurrying his steps as well so he doesn’t lose you.

You find yourself walking in through a tunnel of tapestries strung above your head, and instantly you’ve entered a scene you’re convinced must be from a dream. People are clothed in all kinds of bright colors, the open parts of the squares reserved for hearty music and dancing. There are flowers of all kinds being sold at various places alongside the other stands of foods, crafts, and other interesting knick-knacks.

You have to explore it.

“Okay,” you hear Din begin from beside you. “We have to go for the food—.”

“Din, look!” Your exclamation interrupts him as you head over to a stand where an older woman is selling handmade necklaces. Din pursues you earnestly, not wanting to lose you in the crowds while also trying to get you to stop being distracted. “Aren’t these so beautiful?”

Din hesitates, well aware that he’s now in the earshot of the crafter and would hate to insult her by dragging you away or failing to provide an answer. “Yes,” he decides to answer, his modulated voice barely audible above all the nearby commotion.

Your eyes gloss over all the vibrant colors of beads strung on the cords, and you find two in particular that capture your attention. Delicately, you take one with colors of red and black and turn to Din, placing it over his head. “That suits you,” you assure him, placing a necklace of sea blue and green over your own head. You hand the necessary credits to the old woman and start to look around for something else to show Din.

Din tries to stop you again by saying your name, not wanting to take the necklace off for fear of hurting your feelings.

“No way!” With your exclamation, you start hurrying off to yet another stand across the square. Din—once again—hurries after you, mindful of the child’s pod still floating alongside him. You stop at a stand selling a variety of berries, your eyes glancing over them fondly. “Look at this selection!”

“It looks… great,” Din agrees rather awkwardly, still trying to find a way to make you calm down. Knowing you, though, it’s almost a pointless effort. Once you get excited, you never calm down easily.

“Can we get some?” you ask him, looking over at him with pleading eyes. You know Din can’t resist them. He nods, and you smile widely as you pick out the ones you want. Din insists on paying for them, and as he gathers them, your eye catches a few women braiding their hair and adorning it with flowers. You turn back to Din and grab his arm with yours, catching his attention as his helmet turns to you. “While you’re getting food, can I get my hair braided?”

Din’s heart softens at your childlike plea, and he simply gives you a nod as an answer. You grab the sides of his helmet and touch your forehead to his in thanks, hurrying off to where the women are. Din’s gaze lingers on you for a long moment, admiring you and your enthusiasm while also being protective of what’s going on around you.

As Din continues to collect the necessary resources, you finish getting your hair done, and even start to join in with some of the dancing. You wish you could convince Din to participate, but you know that won’t happen in a thousand years. Still, you always feel his intense gaze on you—no matter where in the market he’s shopping.

When he finishes collecting what you need, Din makes his way back to the square you’re still dancing in. He decides to let you finish out the song you’re dancing to at the moment, watching you with a smile stuck to his lips. The child is still asleep and enclosed in the floating pod beside him, and Din keeps it that way—just to make sure he doesn’t draw any unnecessary attention.

Suddenly, just as the song ends, one of the men dancing around you pulls you in, so that one of your hands is clasped with his and one of his hands rests on your waist. You laugh at the random occurrence, pulling away quickly. Din, however, isn’t as amused. The bag of resources he’s collected drops at his side, and he feels as if his suit of armor has reached a maximum temperature in his sudden anger.

“You’re a great dancer,” the man compliments you. You thank him warmly, grateful for his kindness. “Your dancing is almost as beautiful as you.”

While you thank him again, not seeming to get the full memo, Din’s completely lost it at his end—and once he’s picked the bag back up from the ground, he begins making his march over to the scene.

“You know, if you need to get some dinner, my hut isn’t far from here—” the man starts.

“That won’t be necessary,” Din cuts in, stepping close to your side.

You look up at Din with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Di—err—Mando, this kind man was just going to let us have dinner with him,” you inform him.

Din clearly sees the man’s eyes flash with surprise at his presence, and your use of the word “us.” “We don’t have time for that.” Din’s response is curt.

“If you need to get somewhere, I can keep her company until you get back,” the man tries to assure Din. Smoke practically pours out of Din’s helmet at this point. “Are you her… guardian?”

Din scoffs. “No.” He reaches for your hand, holding it securely in his. “I’m her riduur.”

The man seems to fully understand the situation, and he simply nods before bidding farewell and leaving. You look up at Din with a furrowed brow. “Why’d you decline his offer?” you ask him with a hint of sadness. “He seemed so nice.”

Din shakes his head at your innocence, finally letting a small smile appear again under his helmet as he takes in your full look—the braid that’s been woven so delicately, and the flowers interspersed among it. “He was trying to hit on you,” he informs you with a chuckle.

Your eyes widen. “He was?” You laugh at yourself, shaking your head this time. “I must’ve been so into all of this that I didn’t notice.”

“It’s alright, cyar’ika,” Din assures you, pulling your forehead to his in a quick moment. “Before we go… was there anything else you wanted me to see?”

You smile, looking past him as you spy something else. You continue to hold onto his hand as you pull him in that direction, both of your hearts practically spilling over with joy and love.

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[sunnysviolin]

Kel and Aubrey going around interacting with people to learn about the different cultures everywhere as they travel, wearing cultural outfits, participating in cultural activities, just having an overall good time...

Would they be good at any cultural dances? Since they're traveling to Spain first, I can just imagine Aubrey in a flamenco dress with Kel as they just dance together and enjoy themselves (or maybe Kel wearing the dress- or maybe both of them wearing dresses-)

...I kinda wanna draw them dancing around together now.

-from a videogame-world traveling anon

nonnie.....nonnie wait....if you drew something we created together I would be SO EMO WAIT!!! No oh my god like my brain literally just exploded like art?? ART??? I wanna be able to draw so bad...but I can’t I just gotta continue on w my lil writing bits....here take some more writing bits nonnie

*Singing to myself* This got lonnng againnnn I’m putting itttt under a readdd moreeeee

Kel’s parents are....less than pleased to find out their son isn’t directly going to college like Hero did, and they make that known. 

They don’t approve of his choice to take at least one gap year. They don’t approve of him not continuing his education. They don’t approve of him throwing away his life for that bad girl that spent so many years terrorizing him. Even two years after changing her ways, Aubrey is still regarded as a nuisance among the town old timers. Kel’s parents tell him plainly that they don’t approve of Aubrey, and they won’t be changing their mind. 

Which leads to Kel having a minor breakdown and finally admitting what he’s known his whole life- that he will never be good enough to measure up to Hero, and he’s finally tired of trying to be someone he’s not. He isn’t Hero and he never will be, but for once he wants being Kel to be good enough. 

Seeing their bright positive middle child finally crack under the weight they’ve been unintentionally laying on him is...it’s painful. Kel’s parents never meant to make it a competition between their sons, they just wanted what was best for both of them. 

Having Kel sobbing at their dining room table at 3:00 am on the night of his high school graduation teaches them that they might not know what’s best for Kel after all. 

So...yeah the talk the morning after that is filled with a lot of awkward pausing. Kel isn’t used to sharing his true feelings, and he isn’t used to exposing anything other than cheerful hope. Ultimately they come to an agreement. Kel can go with Aubrey, follow her and his heart on their crazy plan, but he has to spend the year before they leave working and earning and not just hanging around the house

That was Kel’s plan anyway, so he’s ecstatic. He calls Aubrey immediately after, and she comes over so they can plan things out together

That year before they leave is definitely not easy. They’re working multiple retail and menial labor jobs, spending 12-15 hours a day on their feet in steamy kitchens, being screamed at by rude customers, and delivering so. many. pizzas. 

At some point in that year Aubrey and her mother have the inevitable fight that has been coming her whole life, and her mother kicks her out. Aubrey shows up in the middle of the night with her things next to her. Kel’s mother welcomes her inside and gets her a cup of tea. Kel wakes up and comes downstairs the next day to see his partner curled up asleep on the couch under a blanket his mother had just finished knitting

His mother doesn’t explain anything (”It’s her story dear not mine”) but after Aubrey comes to stay with them his parents warm to her quickly. Aubrey and Kel are allowed to share the room that Hero and he once shared, but they’re adamant that the beds stay on opposite sides

((He and Aubrey fit cramped but happy into his twin bed every night, but she always wakes up early to switch beds in order to be respectful to his parents wishes)) 

Soon enough its the afternoon before their journey is beginning (They decided to redeye to Sevilla). They have hostel confirmation numbers for a dozen different European countries, a thick binder of plans and itineraries, and a joint account that has a surprising amount of money in it. 

Turns out working 15 hours a day, taking only your eight paid vacation days, and having all of your dates be creative free dates in the five hours a week you both have off together means that you are able to acquire quite the nest egg. Kel’s parents sit them down at the dining room table, and his father is shocked to see how this year has shaped Kel. 

It’s a strange thing to see your son as an adult for the first time. It didn’t feel strange when it was Hero, he always expected it from Hero. Seeing it in Kel rocked him. 

They drive the two young adults (calling them kids now feels...wrong) to the airport and make them promise to call and write daily. 

There’s an undeniable energy and excitement as they board the plane. He and Aubrey breathe an audible sigh of relief. They shouldn’t, but they sleep on the plane. After a year of running, they’ve earned it

OKAY SO THAT WASN”T AT ALL WHAT YOU ASKED FOR....HERE HAVE DANCE LESSON HEADCANONS

Aubrey planned for everything, so she planned that they would need at least two days to recover when they finally got to Spain. The first two days are spent in a combo of sleeping and eating fantastic food and finally being able to spend a full night in bed together instea of sneaking unsuccessfully around Kel’s parents. 

She splurged and got them a private room at their first hostel in Sevilla. It was more expensive, but ultimately so very very worth it. 

But day three is when they start to explore. They finally venture off of the block around their hostel and began to deep dive into the tiny back paths of the city. They meet a nice handful of locals who invite them to breakfast the next morning (Kel’s spanish speaking skills are undeniably useful to them in this moment) 

And that night...that night is the beginning of the wish fulfillment she’s waited for since she was five years old. A flamenco lesson that promises an authentic experience, real outfits, and a party for all involved at the end. Aubrey was frugal with accomodations, but she spared no expense when it came to the experiences. Especially this one. 

Flamenco is traditionally a single dance with one woman, but she asked and Kel is allowed to come if he likes. The instructor in charge recognizes Aubrey from her call, and drags Kel over to where another man sits with a guitar. He and the man begin to converse in Spanish, and Kel seems to be rapidly making plans. He’s fine with only watching for tonight, this is her dream

Aubrey is thrust into a room with a bunch of other tourists, even a few from her own state, and a gaggle of women who work at the studio. They show her a row of gorgeous traditional dresses, an overwhelming rainbow of frills and explosions of color. 

Aubrey has let her hair go back to it’s natural color by this point, and her long dark locks catch the eye of one of the instructors who pulls her over to a corner of the rack of dresses. The instructor winks at her and pulls out a dress. It’s perfect. 

Kel is also having a fantastic time. He and the guitar player who’s name is Raphael are discussing guitar playing. Raphael wants to teach Kel to play himself so “He can play for his lady when she wants to dance for him again” 

All conversation stops when Aubrey walks out. 

The others are dolled up as well, but Kel only has eyes for his girl. Her dress is black, hugging to her waist and her body. As the ruffles of the dress begin on her arms and her legs, the dress goes from black to a striking bright red. Around her wrists and on her neck is bright gold jewlery, gleaming against her skin. 

Aubrey’s dark hair is wrapped up in a bun with a series of pink to red carnations following the curve of her hair. Her lips are tinged with maroon lipstick. 

Kel is left speechless. Aubrey asks him something and Kel just has to nod and try to catch his breath. The rest of the group giggle at their antics, and Aubrey rolls her eyes at him. She presses a kiss to his cheek, maroon imprint left in its wake, and then she is over with the other girls in front of the instructor. 

Raphael begins to play at the instructors insistence

The dance lesson is fun. Even just watching Kel has fun. Aubrey normally has a hardness in her eyes, a tightness in her shoulders as if she’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Within minutes of the instructors careful praise and guidance Aubrey is loose and even giggling. Kel hasn’t heard a sound like that from her since they were children. 

At the end the group performs the dance all together to a raucuous applause form Kel, Raphael, and the instructor. Then they all go to the patio behind the studio which has been decked out in warm golden lanterns with a table of food prepared. 

Raphael begins to play again and the others mingle close to the food. Aubrey takes Kels hand and they go to a separate corner of the dance floor. They don’t dance in any particular way, just holding one another and rocking to the melody. Her hair has begun to come out of it’s tight bun, but her eyes are bright with happiness and she can’t manage to stop smiling

That night under the glow of the lanterns is the night they first say they love each other. It was a given, they already knew it, but those words are saccharine sweet against their lips as Kel holds Aubrey close to him and they spin while the music plays. 

[slowly-writing]

Ditching

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader

Wanda Maximoff x Romanoff!Reader

Word count: 1284

Requested by anon: Can I request a Wanda X reader sneaking around in school to make out, and then getting in trouble for it,,,,,maybe Nat gets a little too harsh, and a lil angst,,,,,but it's up to you,,,,,have a nice day :))

A/N: hey y’all, I know I’ve been gone a few weeks and I appreciate you all being supportive of that. I’m gonna try to be around more from now on. I love you all and I hope you enjoy this one!

“Hey Wan,” you call to your girlfriend, pulling her to the side of the hallway as the bell rings

“Y/n, we’re gonna be late to class,” Wanda tries to be a good influence but there’s no real sense of urgency in her voice as she wraps her arms around your shoulders. She leans into you and you grin, pulling her closer by her belt loops.

“We’ve got a study period in English today anyway, and I know a much better way to entertain ourselves,” you tell Wanda, leaning in.

“Ahem!” A voice pulls the two of you apart and you see the principal standing behind you.

“Hey Mr. Chang,” you force a smile onto your face, but it doesn’t lessen the glare he’s sending you.

“Miss Romanoff. Miss Maximoff. This is the fourth time this month I’ve caught the two of you skipping this class. You know what this means, don’t you?” He asks and you wince.

“That you’ll warn us not to do it again and we’ll go to class?” You try and he shakes his head.

“It means I will be calling home. Y/n, I’ll be speaking to your mom and Wanda, I have Steve Rogers as your guardian so he will be hearing from me as well. Now, get to class. The next time I catch either of you skipping it will be 2 weeks detention, now go.” The two of you immediately turn and start speed walking to class.

“We’re dead,” Wanda sighs as you reach the classroom

“So dead.”

xxxxx

“I need you to listen to me y/n. I know you hate school right now. You’re 17 and that’s what you’re supposed to do, but you need to be there. Not just in the building but physically present in class. I understand that you want to spend time with your girlfriend, but her bedroom is two doors down from yours. You see each other enough without ditching your classes,” your mom yells in exasperation. You’re sitting on the couch in the common room, trying to sink into the cushions and wishing this conversation could’ve happened in private.

“Their bedrooms are two doors apart?” Clint says and your mom rolls her eyes.

“They were 15 when Wanda moved in and neither of them had come out. It seemed like being near another teenage girl would be a good way to make Wanda feel more comfortable here.”

“Well that worked out too well,” you glare at Clint and he raises his hands in surrender.

“Anyway! I know you sneak into each other’s rooms to see each other when you’re grounded or supposed to be doing homework, and I let that slide because for the most part you’re a good kid. But if you don’t start going to class all of that is going to stop real quick. We’ve stayed in this tower for so long because I know how much you like having a big family, but if you don’t shape up you’re gonna see how fast you and I can be in an apartment across town. Is that clear?” Your jaw drops.

“What? You can’t do that! These aren’t just your friends here, this is my family! I’ve lived here since I was 6! You can’t just pull me away from them!” You yell, jumping up from the couch, “that isn’t fair!”

“Calm down, y/n. I’m not removing them from your life indefinitely, but you need to have consequences. You’ve figured out how to sneak past every rule I’ve put in place and that is no longer okay. It’s time to shape up or ship out,” your mom has her arms crossed and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes at the thought of leaving the tower. You refuse to cry in front of her, even if you can’t hold it in much longer. You won’t let her win like that so you turn on your heels and storm off to your room.

“Fine!” You yell, slamming the door behind you.

xxxxx

Hours later you're laying on your bed with a pillow held to your chest. Dinner has come and gone, but you’re not in the mood to see anyone. They haven’t dared to knock on your door, they know to leave you alone when you’re like this. You’re still sniffling softly, feeling sorry for yourself when you feel a warm energy around you. You’ve known how Wanda’s powers work long enough to know it’s her. Her own special way of cheering you up while also giving you your space, and you smile. She always knows what to do.

“I love you, Wanda,” you say to the empty room, knowing she’s sitting just outside, leaning up against the door. The door creaks open and you see her slowly entering the room. The nervous look in her eyes makes you laugh a bit as you wave her over, “I promise I won’t snap. It’s my mom I’m upset with, not you.”

“I’m sorry, love. I wish there was something more I could do. Maybe if I ask Tony to give me a room on a different floor-“

“No, Wan. You don’t need to do that,” you cut her off as she sits on your bed, pulling you towards her. “This isn’t your fault, I’ll sort it out myself”

Before Wanda can respond you see another figure in your doorway. Your face immediately twists into a scowl and Wanda moves to leave.

“You don’t have to go, I’d like to talk to both of you,” your face hardens a bit more at your mom’s words.

“Why? Are you gonna threaten her as well? Make her move out against her will?” You snap and your mom sighs.

“That’s not what I want, sweetheart. I don’t want to separate you two, but I don’t see what else to do at this point. You both deliberately disobey every rule I’ve given you, and I’m running out of options. When the school called me today they threatened suspension, and I know it doesn’t seem like it to you but that’s a big deal. I want you to have the chance to go to college or get a good job. I want you both to be able to do whatever you want, because I love both of you very much. And you won’t be able to do that if you keep screwing up and thinking it doesn’t matter,” your mom explains as gently as she can. “Moving out is a last resort, and I don’t want to do it either. You said it yourself, this is our family, but I have to put you first. I’m just trying to do what’s best for you.”

“It’s not what’s best though. I get that you’re mad, and you have the right to be, but it’s not gonna help,” your voice is shaking and you’re clutching Wanda’s hand a bit tighter than is probably comfortable for her, but she lets you.

“Alright, then we find another solution. I just need you to talk to me, okay? We’re not going to get anywhere if you shut me out,” your mom’s voice is gentle and you nod, wiping the tears that have been clouding your vision.

“I promise I’ll talk to you, just please don’t make me move out,” your voice is barely audible, but she hears you loud and clear.

“I can work with that,” she tells you and you let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m sorry we’ve been screwing up. I promise we’ll try to be better,” Wanda says softly, you can hear the guilt clearly in her voice. Your mom smiles at the two of you and nods.

“That’s all I ask.”

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