#there was one top i desperately wanted for his daily outfit but it made the necklace disappear :(

[danderria]

Sparrow Oak-Garcia (S2, 21/31)

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[ask-papa-primo]

Ooc: smut time (idk if anyone ever has requests lmk, I know it ain't the best but I'm tryin 😭)

Primo wearing slutty slutty 80s work out shorts, teasing prying eyes that he knows follow him on morning jogs, exhibition, Primo bottoming for once

It was early on a summer day, not too hot but far from cold, the perfect temperature for our Cardinal Primo to be out on a daily jog. He had chosen a specific outfit for this morning exercise, white shorts with red trim and a white tank top that hugged his toned form. Luxurious blonde hair braided into a bun, soft as silk and reflecting the early morning sun as he jogged slowly through the trails of the forest. Birds chirping and cicadas buzzing, it was truly beautiful and the only thing interrupting it was the sound of white tennis shoes crunching on sticks, leaves, and gravel. And of course, the eyes that never seemed to stop following Primo, stalking silently through the wood and easily keeping up with the young man, eyeing their prize. And he knew it too.

After roughly twenty minutes of jogging into the thick forest, the Cardinal spotted a new type of flower, one that he had yet to catalog for the greenhouse. He paused and looked at the plant, noting the soft petals, how bright they were, and how they covered the sweet nectar center so only certain types of pollinators could feed from it. Primo had bent over to take mental notes and study the plant, his admirer giving themselves away with a hungry snarl at the sight of the young man's ass and balls peeking out from the tight fabric of the shorts. Soft curves, firm yet bouncy with all his previous steps, it was so alluring to the ghoul that had stalked him like a wolf to an injured stag.

The sound startled Primo, still not used to some of the antics that the ghoul's display, and perhaps also because as soon as he turned around to look for the source... the ghoul was standing right behind him with wide pupils and a lustful hungry smile.

"Oh- satanas you startled me, what brings you so deep into the woods ghuleh?" Primo crooned teasingly, shorter than the ghoul and having to look up at them with a cocky smile. He knew what they were doing, they had been playing this game for awhile now and the thought of what was to come made the young man's cock throb hard behind those ridiculous shorts.v

"Off. Take. Them. Off. Now." The ghoul snarled low, voice as deep and comforting as a thunder storm in the late spring. Their eyes roamed shamelessy over the young man's body, lingering on the obvious boner he was sporting. They snorted, having been smelling it for the last hour or so, the heady scent of the Cardinal's arousal weaving between trees, their own need was just as desperate. Primo grinned devilishly and complied. With painful and precise ease, he slid the shorts off, making a show of it and turning around so his admirer could see how the fabric struggled to stretch over those luxurious curves to drop down to his ankles, leaving him exposed. It didn't take much longer before the ghoul had him pinned to the forest floor, face pressed into a patch of moss while they snarled and spread his plump ass wide open, grinning when they saw the plug already buried deep within. "You fucking whore. You wanted this, huh? Wanted me to stalk you, pin you and fuck you like the cheap little slut you are? Fucking pathetic, Primo. At least act like this wasn't your plan, at least try to seem innocent here."

"Oh why would I, Ghuleh? Would it turn you on more if I did act innocent? Act like I didn't want the big bad ghoul to fuck me dumb in the forest?" His tone was mocking, but it did not hide the desperation in the young man's voice, the way his cock leaked against the ghoul's hand. They sneered and pulled the plug out agonizingly slow, watching the generous amount of lube leak down to his sac, chuckling as they managed to fit three thick fingers into the young man while he cried out against the forest floor. Predatory eyes watching in amazement at how Primo's hole sucked their fingers in so eagerly and so deeply, their breathing becoming raspy and low until it turned to a growl. Lining their girthy cock against his hole while mismatched eyes looked back at him with desperation, widening at the sight of the ghoul's equipment. Previously their escapades had only been blow jobs, making out and getting handsy in the greenhouse, but never this and Primo had greatly underestimated how large they were until now. The ghoul knew this, a malicious hunger in their eyes as they buried themselves all the way to the hilt, reveling in the sound of the young man's scream. They at least had the generosity to give Primo the change to adjust, his breathing uneven with whimpers and pleas. Begging the ghoul to move and treat him like the desperate whore he is, to make him see their dark lord or the gates above, and oh did the ghoul happily comply. The sound of skin against sweaty skin, moans that sent birds scattering into the wind, and animalistic growling as they marked the Cardinal throughly inside and out, biting into his shoulder and drawing blood, leaving hickies down Primo's back with pride. Thei hand wrapped around his cock, jerking fast and hard in time with their own thrusts as they watched his mind turned to fluff, mindless moans and gibberish leaving those painted pretty lips. Their climax coming fast with the warm channel of his clamping down and getting tighter, sucking them in deeper.

"Fucking satanas you're still tight- shit you're gonna cum like this? Face down and ass up in the middle of the woods? Should leave you tied up like that, come back tomorrow and see how many loads get left in your ass, beg you'd like that huh?"

Primo throbbed in response, a breathy little "Uh huh- hhah- ple-ase... l-let me c-cum... wanna be... fucked n used- oh hells!"

They just watched with amusement, squeezing the base of his cock before jerking him off in earnest. They could practically feel the way his stomach tightened, the bulge of their cock just barely visible thanks to the reaction, oh how they wanted to breed this brat, make him embarrassingly round before he's even had the chance to be Papa... but not yet. For now, this would be fine enough. The burn of the ghoul's cock splitting him open to hit that secret little spot that made the Primo see stars was distracting enough that he couldn't feel the sharp jab of pebbles and sticks against his legs and cheek, yet knowing that he would look like he'd fallen down a small cliff when they finished. The thought of having to walk back to the ministry with the ghoul's load leaking out down the back of his thighs made the iron hot coil in his stomach tighten even more, knowing that other ghouls, his ghoul's, would smell it on him, know what he did or rather who did him. What made it worse was glancing back to look at them, head back and groaning, back arching to push their hips flush against Primo's ass when their thrusts started to get sloppy, the growls turning breathy and softer. They weren't even aware of the things they said, pure filth into the young man's mind about knocking him up, marking him permanently. Ruining his tight little hole for any other ghoul to use, or out right just keeping him like a pet in the dens. All the images floating through Primo's head made him dizzy, the rest of his blood shooting straight down to his throbbing cock as he came hard enough to black out, back arched deeply and crying out pathetically into the dirt.

When Primo finally came to, he was alone and still in the woods. It took a few moments for him to sit up, wincing at all the marks against his back, the blood dripping down the soft curls on his chest down to the matching curls where his cock hung softly. There was a note left on the trunk where Primo had been left, he opened it and felt his cheeks flush at the words.

"Took a little souvenir after you passed out, come find me if you want it back. Or if you want me to clean you up."

He looked around the foliage desperately, realizing with a sense of arousal and shame that the ghoul had taken his shorts and slid the plug back into him, keeping the load there and leaving the Cardinal with his torn tank top. Making him wait until it was dark enough to walk back to the ministry and straight to the dens, cat calls and wolf whistles following behind him until he found them once more. They had his shorts in hand, huffing the scent on the fabric while palming their cock.

"Ready for round two, song bird?"

[seireitonin]

Any headcanons you have about LJ? I feel like I never see enough about him. 🖤

YES IM IN LOVE WITH HIM!!! He’s so underrated and I could talk about him for hours.

🍭LJ Headcannons!!🍭

(They’re gonna be a bit angsty)

Ever since he was abandoned he has a twisted form of love

Wants to understand love and how humans love each other

It makes no sense to him humans hurt each other all the time in relationships and friendships

Has the darkest sense of humor

LJ, Toby and Jeff will make the most evil vile disgusting jokes you’ve ever heard together

Desperately wishes he could be colorful and happy again

When he was in the box he scratched tally marks into the walls of it

He cried every day too

Hasn’t felt true happiness since he became black and white

Killing was the only time he felt a bit happy or anything at all

He wanted to stop and not be like Issac, the one who made him the way he is

But killing for him was like an addiction

He was constantly chasing the high of his next kill

Ironically it was Toby who helped him stop killing children

Toby had killed children before because of the slendermans influence and knew how horrible it made him feel after

Toby trying his best not to be like his dad who was his abuser and the reason Toby became the way he is now inspired Jack to try harder

Or at least focus his anger and bloodlust in a different direction

Jack wanted to stop being like the man who traumatized him too

So he thought about the bigger picture of everything that happened to him

It wasn’t the child Issac who hurt him it was the adults around Issac that failed him

It was adult Issac that failed Jack

So LJ started killing neglectful/ abusive parents

He doesn’t help the kids after though

Still not a fan of them

Sally helped him change too, even if she doesn’t know it

He would never say it to her

But she did

She hated LJ when they first met and she found out he killed children

“You’re just like my uncle”

“No! I’m nothing like him!”

“How? You kill children just like he killed me”

“I…do it for different reasons! It’s not like that!” He justified it to himself

“What makes you any different than him?!”

“I’m not THAT way!”

“A child killer is a child killer! It’s all the same! You’re a monster just like him!”

This was the first time LJ had felt genuine disgust with himself

To be compared to a man like that…

Made him sick. Like isolated himself and breaking stuff in anger sick

He wasn’t like that. He wasn’t.

He would never do that

LJ knew he was awful. But never in that way

That’s what really made him stop killing children

Couldn’t bare being thought of in that way

He tries to be nicer to Sally

She tried to tolerate him more since he’s changed

If the adults around her protected her like they should have, like they should’ve protected Issac, she’d be happy and normal

So would Jack

He sees Sally as his second chance and redemption

So he’ll protect her like she should’ve been protected while she was alive

LJ helps Sally be more trusting of adults at least of him anyway

They help each other heal from their trauma in a way

When he did kill children he would lock them in dark spaces

He was just giving them a taste of how he felt and what he went through

The betrayal in their eyes as he did it fueled him

He projected his anger and sadness into every kill

It’s why they were so brutal and gory

Now that he kills bad adults they’re even more brutal and gory

He smells like a carnival at night time

Sickeningly sweet foods with the perfect temperature summer air that’s how he smells

Use’s British slang from 1800 still

Had to get used to modern language and talking

Not just for this era but for every era he’s lived through

He’s been alive for 200 years after all

LJ is a Victorian goth!!

Not emo (he gets mad when people call him emo)

Because he believes goth fashion is superior

Dresses fancy and camp af

I mean his daily outfit is literally a feathered Shaw and a crop top

Doesn’t care about human things like gender

So he’ll wear what he wants

You can wear whatever you want when no one can kick your ass

Can pull literally anything out of his pockets

I mean ANYTHING

Has so many magical powers it’s crazy

One of the many benefits of being imaginary ig

He’s very loud

Loves attention on him at all times

Probably because he doesn’t want anyone to forget about him

He’s 7 feet tall

Honestly once you get to know him he’s super fun to be around

Unless you hate loud black and white clowns that tell jokes constantly and love pulling pranks

He actually has a 50/50 of masculine and feminine facial features

To appeal to everyone

Him and Jeff get in fights a lot

Mainly because LJ likes to get under his skin

And it pisses Jeff off that it’s super hard, damn near impossible to hurt LJ

Yay being imaginary!

Being around everyone is the closest he’ll ever be to colorful again

When he’s around everyone his eyes turn from silver to deep blue like when he was colorful

In fact his eyes will go that deep blue whenever he’s feeling deep emotions

I guess one of his old functions of friendship meaning everything to him still exists

Still obnoxious and annoying though

But that’s just LJ

An unpredictable, dangerous, murderous, bloodthirsty clown demon

You gotta love him (I know I do)

[luvrsux]

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

❝ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒕 ❞

other chapters

➠┊word count: 5k

➠┊characters: trafalgar law, portgas d. ace, shachi, penguin, ikkaku, sabo {mentioned}

➠┊cw: ANGST, arguing, swearing, mentions use of smoking

➠┊modern au !!

𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒑

❛ you and law were dating for a while until aces party ends up ruining your relationship further down the line. after saying words you never meant, law ghosts you, leaving with you nothing but radio silence ❜

Law heard the annoyingly loud ringing of his vibrating phone to alarm him of the bright morning. He only gathered a couple hours of sleep, too little to be sustainable for the school day but that wasn't out of the ordinary. He flickered his loopy, steel eyes at what was disturbing him. With a groggy groan, he shut it off to give his ears some peace. He buried his head in his pillow to contemplate whether he should get ready to go to school or just continue rotting in bed. A slight flicker of your face passing down the public hallways flashed in his head to prevent him from getting ready even more. Law finally lived his head up before he could suffocate himself from his pillow.

“Damnit…”

If it weren’t for the sudden realization that Law had a Chemistry quiz today, he would’ve died in bed of his own thoughts. Now, he stood up straight from his bed and didn’t bother dressing up to impress. Usually, Law would take a good amount of time to get ready. Comb his hair, and put in any treatment in it to keep it in good condition. Spray on cologne and put on a fresh outfit he prepped the day before. All of that was completely turned on its own head, though. He just grabbed the nearest hoodie he could find and walked out with the jeans he slept with, too depressed to follow through with his daily routine.

On the way out to the cold outdoors, he finally scanned his eyes through any notifications he may have missed from his nighttime slumber. It was the usual; posts from Shachi, Penguin, and the rest of his group, useless notifications from apps he had, and scheduled reminders. Law exhaled and deleted all of them with a swipe. That is until he saw yours.

Your messages you’d sent that morning caught his eye. He stopped in his tracks and felt his heart sting while reading them, even before he read the actual text. Just your name on his glass screen alone was enough to make him recoil.

(F/N) - 5:55 AM

law can we please talk this out? i miss you

Law treated your messages like any other. One quick swipe and it was now eradicated from his notification list. He wasn’t proud nor alright with it. It pained him to do that movement with a single thumb, but he was still too ashamed to talk to you. The only way he was used to dealing with his emotions was by ignoring the problem. His past did quite the number on the way he perceives present relationships and friendships, but Law couldn’t find a way to fix it. Now was a crystal clear demonstration of his baggage.

You, on the other hand, sat in your car in front of the school gripping your phone with all your might. You’d never come to school this early, because who would? But you desperately wanted to see Law firsthand to finally talk to him after days of radio silence. You’d sent that text the moment you went out of your front door and yet you haven’t gotten an answer. It was apparent he was ignoring you, Law usually never took long to respond unless he was sleeping, studying, or playing. None of which were practical during this time.

You finally let go of the dry device and slouched in your driver’s seat. As time slowly crept, more cars began to pull into the driveway of the school’s premises. One of which was all too familiar. Your eyes caught a glimpse of its pull in dangerously next to you and you groaned.

“Ace, leave me alone”

The guy didn’t hesitate to lean against the top of your car to peek his smug little face into the window. As usual, he wore summer-like clothing in cold weather. The sight of it made you want to puke.

“Still nothing from your little boyfriend?” He asked, looking off to the side to see more people flood in.

“Nope… He’s definitely ignoring me” You let out a frustrated exhale, growing agitated then sad at his disappearance.

“Bummer…” Is all the jock could say. He could at least try to be sentimental, you thought. “Why are you here so early?” Continued, Ace.

“To catch that asshole since he’s pretending I don’t exist” You hissed, furrowing your eyebrows in annoyance. “I’ve been here for like an hour or two-“

“Now you’re being crazy”

Ace’s cut-off made you completely halt and slowly turn your fiery gaze towards him. You folded your arms and gave him the sassiest demeanor you ever could.

“Listen, me and Sabo-“

“Mostly Sabo…”

“…Said you should give him space until today to finally reach out again. You look insane” Ace gave you a glare at your interruption.

“It’s not my fault I love him, okay? He really does mean a lot to me…” You sigh, relaxing your angry, tensed-up body.

“I understand that… But don’t be surprised if he’s still ignoring you today. Give it time, idiot” Ace gave you a flick on the forehead, followed by a chuckle.

You rubbed the spot and restrained yourself from giving him a giggle to fuel his laughter. You just turned your body straight ahead.

“Please wear a jacket before you get cold”

“Seriously, is it really that cold out?”

・❥・

You finally set your gaze at Law in the middle of a transition in the halls. You couldn’t help but form an ecstatic grin from ear to ear by his presence. He hadn’t noticed you, as he was walking in a different direction. His direction was the total opposite of where you were destined to go, but you didn’t care. Your legs moved on their own and you immediately bolted to him. The backpacks and bodies of passing students couldn’t stop you from grabbing your hand on his arm, who then looked completely puzzled by you.

“Law, I’ve been looking for you everywhere I-“

You spoke with a beaming smile like this was the first time you’d reunited with him after years of absence. But those sorts of things end in him wrapping his arms around you, spinning you in circles, and blossoms of shared laughter to echo. This, though, ended in Law yanking his arm out of your grasp coldly and averting any sort of eye contact with you. You felt your smile collapse.

“Sorry, I’m gonna be late…” Is all you heard him say ever so deeply. He pushed passed you like you were just an ordinary student who had nothing to do with him. There you stood completely perplexed and ready to break down in front of the mass population of Grand Ocean.

Law felt pained the moment he separated your soft grasp, which he loved everything about, from his arm. He hated every moment of it, but showing his vulnerability was just as scary. He turned his head ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of you standing there like a lost puppy in the middle of an alleyway. He thought he’d break down right then and there at the sorrowful sight.

A ‘move it!’ was the very thing to continue on your path after you watched your boyfriend fade into the distance with watery eyes. You decided to do the very thing you never dared to do all year; skip class. The interaction made you lock yourself inside an empty bathroom and sob, tucking your legs to your chest while you sat on the germ-infested bathroom floor. You let out a few tears from your eyes, completely wallowing in utter defeat. Your hand felt the way Law snatched his sleeved arm away from you, and it broke your heart into a trillion pieces. Your light sobs echoed throughout the bathroom and you couldn’t be more relieved that the bathroom was isolated other than the presence of your own. Everything made you wonder about the future of your relationship. ‘Is he even my boyfriend anymore?’ ‘Is he going to break up with me?’ ‘Does he even love me?’ Everything cycled in your head like a whirlpool. All you could do was tuck your head into your arms and let out each tear left in your eyelids.

・❥・

The teacher's lecture was boring for each and every student in that classroom. No one ever really paid attention, aside from the small group of teacher's pets that had their obedient eyes glued on the projecting teacher. Law was certainly not one of them. He scribbled in his notebook while he had music blaring in his left ear, too depressed to focus on school. Occasionally, he’d tap the back end of his sculpted eraser on his notebook to the beat of his music and it could be clearly heard throughout the classroom but ever so faintly. Law’s soft, yet deep, humming could also be heard. The teacher didn’t hesitate to slam a wrinkled hand on his notebook. Law wasn’t phased, more so annoyed that his drawing time was disturbed by some underpaid grown adult. The classroom darted their eyes straight at him like birds of a feather.

“And why aren’t you paying attention, Trafalgar?”

Law had an itching peeve of people he wasn’t quite close with calling him anything other than Law. Considering this was a teacher and they had to be “professional”, it was inevitable. Though, it didn’t scratch away the entire mentality of it annoying him. He exhaled, dropping his drawing utensil on the desk to lay his back on his chair.

“Because your lesson is boring”

Law mumbled. Due to the sheer age of the teacher and the negative qualities coming with it, he raised an eyebrow with an angry expression. He pulled his ear towards the raven-haired boy, who wanted nothing but death upon everyone in the room.

“Say it louder for the class”

“Because your lesson is boring as hell!”

Law's loud, yet bold, statement made the students’ air out of their lungs squeeze out. Some even snickered and tried holding in fits of laughter. The teacher glared at Law with eyes that could kill, but he didn’t care. His dark circled eyes and unamused face said it all.

“Listen here, kid. Just because you have a high grade in my class doesn’t mean you can disrespect me”

He held a finger at Law’s face, who just eyed it up and down with the most disgusted face ever to be created. He pulled his head away from his finger. ‘I don’t know where that thing has been…’

“Yeah, whatever. Are you gonna kick me out now or what?”

Law couldn’t help but carve a cheap grin, and he swore he saw a vein pop out of his angry teacher's head. He pinched the bridge of his nose and was only capable of pointing to the door.

“Thanks… asshole”

Law slung his bag over his shoulder to waltz out of the classroom. Truth is, Law isn’t the type of person to disrespect or cause a scene in class. He thinks it’s embarrassing and completely unnecessary when teachers are only doing their jobs. You were the sole reason Law acted out of character. All his pent-up emotions were unfortunately dumped onto his teacher who had zero place in the entire tussle anyway. He felt his inked fingers grip the band of his backpack tighter now that all of his emotions came running back to him and nothing but guilt flowed through his veins. Law snatched his phone out of his pocket to message the two only people who could, unfortunately as he’d put it, make him feel better.

The Heart Band GC (law hates it here)

Law - 9:40 AM

yo whos available? shachi ik you’re there you do nothing in class

Penguin - 9:42 AM

present

Ikkaku - 9:42 AM

have a test, srry not srry :p

Law - 9:43 AM

ilyt ikkaku.

Shachi (Replying to: Law) - 9:43 AM

no need to expose me dick why what’s up

Law - 9:44 AM

I got kicked out of class, i need a breather ig

Penguin - 9:45 AM

is it bec of your gf?

Shachi - 9:45 AM

wow way to add salt to the wound

Law - 9:46 AM

yea ig so just meet me in the bathroom. no one around pls

Shachi - 9:47 AM

with pleasure

Penguin - 9:47 AM

roger

Law felt a bit relieved he finally got his comfort circle to be there for him. Law moved his legs toward the bathroom they had usually all gone to since the day they began high school.

・❥・

You were still tucked into the bathroom stall, more than 20 minutes “late” to class. You’d been completely dry of tears and have just been wallowing in the same spot to relax your breathing. Beside you, your phone vibrated enough times to grab your attention. You grumbled upon sliding your finger to answer the dumb jock that was quick to bother you.

“Ace, I’m bus-“

“Shut up, where are you?”

Ace’s cut-off made your voice hitch. You didn’t realize you could use his comfort until this very moment you were sulking on the grossly tiled bathroom floor. You choked back a few tears.

“I’m in the bathroom…”

Your voice was wobbly and far from discreet from the fact you’ve been pouring your eyes out. You heard Ace sigh.

“I knew there was something wrong”

“How?”

“Because you never skip class, duh”

You’d realize you had early morning gym with the guy himself and also realized he had an oddly good keen eye. The fact he was able to sense something was off about the fact you didn’t show up to class on time only surprised you for a few moments.

“Don’t tell me this is about Law”

The way he called you out felt like your eyes were ready to pour out freshly made tears. You swallowed a gulp in your mouth and blinked your eyelids to prevent anything from coming out.

“Yeah, sorta…”

“What happened? C’mon talk t’me”

Ace’s voice grew soft and quiet, oddly reassuring despite his failure to do it correctly. You sniffled before you could speak, but Ace was patient. He was there for you.

“I tried talking to him but he pushed me away… Like I’m just a stranger…”

Your voice was off-tone and distorted from your cries. Ace hummed.

“Dick move, I’ll be honest” Ace began. “But you have to remember he’s still probably hurt. Not justifying what he did at all, just saying he’s still in a vulnerable state”

“I know, I know… But still…”

You fondled your fingers with the strings of your jacket. You felt your lower lip fold in between your teeth to bite it, feeling a wave of tears coming down.

“What if we break up, Ace…?”

“Don’t be pessimistic…”

You paused.

“Law loves you. Dearly. Don’t even think about disagreeing with me or I will punch you. This is probably just a stump in the road” Ace’s words did help you calm down quite a bit, which was rather foreign.

“And… If the slim chance that does happen, I’m sure you’ll eventually be reunited after” Ace stating that possibility made a hand squeeze your gut.

“But I’ll be here for you every step of the way, (F/N). Promise” You heard Ace carve a smile through his voice.

“Where would I be without you, Ace”

“Probably dead”

You two share a small fit of laughter. That phone call you once dreaded became the very thing to place a smile on your face. You couldn’t have asked for a better brother-figure.

“Cheer up. And come to class, Newgate is yelling at me about you”

“Yeah, yeah… Be there in a sec’” You smiled. Ace hummed and disconnected the line between the two phones.

You exhaled and felt finally a tad bit better than before. The confidence to leave soon accompanied your relaxed state and you walked your body towards the gym where you were assigned to be.

・❥・

“C’mon guys, we’re in school and it’s only 10 AM”

Law swatted the earthy-scented smoke away from his face almost made him cough, which would be the sole reason for them getting caught. Shachi and Penguin shared one roll and averted their eyes to the black-haired boy who had his arms crossed.

“Didn’t… You say you needed a breather, though?” Penguin reminded, pointing the smoking roll towards his friend.

“Yeah, just to talk and calm down. If I wanted to smoke I would’ve just gone to my car, idiot” Law pinched his temple, only to receive a dumbfounded shrug by his brunette friend.

“What happened?” Shachi blew a puff of smoke upward, flooding around in the bathroom before it faded away unlike the scent. Law exhaled in annoyance.

“Th’teacher just annoyed the shit outta me, and (F/N) tried talking to be earlier” Law explained.

“So… What pissed you off more?” Shachi asked, receiving a nudge from the guy beside him.

“What do you think?” He hissed. Penguin just exhaled and turned his eyes from the redhead to Law.

“Did you talk to her?” He asked.

Law just paused for a moment before saying anything. He wanted to say yes because he wished he could hold you and speak to you again, but that was a fantasy he created in his brain. He just averted eye contact.

“No, I didn’t”

“Why?” Shachi coughed before covering his mouth with his arm to muffle it. Penguin quickly shushed him before they’d get in deep hell for smoking.

“Because… I’m just not ready” Law wasn’t entirely lying, more so leaving out major bits and pieces that he wasn’t quite comfortable in saying just yet.

“When do you think you’ll be ready?” Penguin asked an oddly great question while being intoxicated. Law felt stumped for a moment. While he thought about it for a few seconds, the two friends just puffed and passed.

“Not sure… I don’t even know what I wanna do with my relationship itself” Law tan his tan fingers through his hair from stress.

“Do you wanna break up with them?”

“No!”

Law snapped at Shachi which caused him to lightly flinch and be completely taken back. Law realized his small outburst.

“No… I don’t… But I’m still angry at them” Law exhaled.

“But it seems like they’re pretty determined to talk to you and fix everything. You can’t keep running away” Penguin handed whatever was left of the burning roll to Shachi to keep. He seemed to be pretty focused on this conversation.

“I know, I know but I feel like if I talk to them, I’ll just have an outburst. They’re the most stubborn person I know” Law grumbled, reminding himself of the many moments you were stubborn towards him.

“Takes one to know one, just sayin’” Shachi snickered.

“Get high and shut up” Penguin hissed. “Anyway, talk to them soon. How long has it been since you spoke to them”

Law averted eye contact out of embarrassment once again. He felt like an asshole for ghosting you for two days straight.

“Since the party-“

“Jesus-! Law, they’re gonna break up with you first before you even get the chance to think about it”

Penguin snapped at Law and all he could do was hide his face in his iconic hat out of embarrassment. Shachi watched with a snickering laugh, which eventually drew two menacing glares at his way.

“Talk to them after school. I’m sure they’ll understand your feelings” Penguin tried to give Law a reassuring smile, which he knew he secretly liked.

“Fine. I’ll try…”

“Good”

Shachi then burst out in a fit of hoarse coughing. The accumulated smoke eventually caught up to him and both of his friends tried to suffocate the loud noises. Law tried shushing him while Penguin shoved a hand over his mouth. Shachi began flailing his arm around to push Penguin off of him before he could suffocate him but to no avail. They tried everything and anything to prevent the redhead from giving away their “break”

“You done? You done dying?” Penguin asked. Shachi nodded vigorously with angry eyes. With that, Penguin chuckled while removing his hands. Shachi began hyperventilating dramatically.

“If my coughing didn’t kill me, you would’ve. Dick.”

“You two are idiots…”

・❥・

You sling your bag over your shoulder as you, rather quickly, walk outside of the school. You had quite the emotional day and you’ve never wished to be in bed so badly in your life. The brisk cold air made your nose and cheeks more vibrant. You felt your hair slightly shift its position when the wind hit it. You were dreading the blistering winters on coming.

As you walked to your car, you saw a figure leaning against it, facing away from you. You felt a fiery sense build up in your system thinking it was a total stranger, but that hat and those printed fingers were not foreign to you. After slowing down your tracks for a moment, you didn’t hesitate to make your way to your nonchalant boyfriend.

“Law?”

Is all you could say. He perked his head up to the grey sky above before landing his steel eyes back at you. They were still cold and empty, and it absolutely petrified you. He hummed before speaking.

“Let’s talk in my car. Yours is too open” Law demanded. You blinked.

“Are you-“

“Just c’mon, (F/N)-ya”

You felt Law grab your arm and yank your entire body away from your vehicle. His grip wasn’t tight, but enough to hold you down when you objected. The more you thought this would extend the time to arrive home, the more angry you got. Law finally talking to you was nice, but after he blatantly ignored you made you angry at him as time passed.

You angrily plopped in the passenger seat while Law sat right beside you behind the noir wheel. After the doors slammed in sync, you two stared off into the distance in silence. The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. The only thing that was audible was the faint breathing coming from the both of you. Law adjusted his seat and placed a finger by his lips.

“You gonna say something or keep sitting there in silence” Law finally slashed straight through the menacing silence. You whipped your head at him with baffled eyes.

“Real funny coming from the guy that ghosted me for days” You folded your arms and leaned your back against the car door. Law rubbed his temple.

“Right, ‘cause I’m the bad guy for wanting space” He snapped back. Your brain could not comprehend the absolute sass and, as you’d say, bullshit he was spewing.

“Yes, absolutely, because you didn’t have the common courtesy to tell me you wanted space!”

“Why should I when you know what you did?”

Law had a sarcastic smile on his face which only fueled your anger towards him more. It was all giving you deja vu.

“Y’know what, fine. What do you want me to say?” You exhale.

“An apology”

“An apolog-? Are you serious, Trafalgar?”

Hearing his first name, which you’d never use, come out of your mouth made Law flinch. He wasn’t used to it and, given his sudden anger by your stubbornness, it made him angry.

“Deathly serious, (F/N). Absolutely deathly” Law said with, yet, another sarcastic smile.

“You don’t think I deserve an apology? You just acted like I was some background character in the hallway”

“Can you please just realize I’m the one hurt here?”

You lowered your guard when Law finally whipped at you with teary eyes. It was like he finally had enough and wanted you to see what you’ve been doing to him. The sight made your heart shatter, more than it already has.

“Law, I’m also hurt. I missed you so much-“

“Then you should’ve thought about that when you chose Ace over me”

“Wha-? I did not choose Ace over you, Law”

Your anger was quick to come back which only caused anger to birth from Law as well. It wasn’t long until the two of you were yelling at each other. So loud that the car couldn’t conceal the noise anymore. You realized why Law chose his secluded vehicle instead of your more explicit one. You knew once this was over, you and Law's voice would be tainted and worn out.

“Law, what’s even your problem!? I told you he’s just a brother to me, okay? I know what I did was off the rails but you ignored me for days on end and-… You don’t understand, I was worried sick!”

“You don’t understand!” Law pointed a finger at you, which was the instant thing that made you shut up. You heard his voice slightly break, him on the verge of tears once again. His angry, fiery demeanor seemed like it was doused in water. He was all out of anger and filled with sorrow.

“(F/N), I never wanted to be this close with someone again because the last time I loved someone this much he…” Law felt a tear trickle down his cheek, only causing yours to follow.

“He’s fucking dead. And I love you, so… So fucking much. This isn’t even about that idiot jock anymore, this is about the fact I can’t stand how much I love you”

Law grabbed your hand with his and held it tenderly. You couldn’t hold back the waterfall building up in your eyes any longer, and neither could Law. You were speechless.

“I can’t stand how even after you did that I still love you so much. I didn’t want to talk to you because I was scared of what you might think if I was vulnerable…”

You felt the grip on your hand grow tighter.

“I can’t, (F/N). I can’t. We’re yelling at each other like an angry married couple in my car because we’re too stubborn to admit defeat”

You felt the grip on your heart grow tighter.

“But believe me when I say I’m still angry at you. So. Fucking. Angry. And this is why…”

Law inhaled and stared at you deep in your red, sad eyes. Seeing them only made him more hurt and his entire heart fell in shambles.

“This is why I can’t be with you anymore. I just… Things will only get worse from here” He let go of your hand.

“What? No, no, no”

The words coming out from his lips felt unreal to you. You thought, based off of what Ace told you earlier, that you and Law would be happy again. Not back to strangers who now hate each other. You regretted anything and everything that caused those words to form out of his mouth. The moment you felt his tender grip loosen, you felt like you lost absolutely everything.

“We’re supposed to grow together, not apart. This is just a stump-“

“Yeah, well clearly it didn’t work out” Law stared straight forward while you did the opposite. You kept your sad gaze on him meanwhile Law seemed to be out of sorrow. His eyes were puffy but out of tears. He held a hand over his mouth and lightly rubbed it.

“Are you serious…?”

Law just shut his eyes and hummed all while nodding slowly. You stared in disbelief, hoping that this was just some sick nightmare. Something you could wake up and forget it was even real—but nothing. It was the harsh, cruel reality of laughing at you.

“It’s been fun”

“‘It’s been fun’? Is that all you can say to me after dumping me for some small issue? I can’t even believe you right now-“

“Then leave”

His words sent you straight back to the day this whole thing started. He even tried giving you the same cold, unloving look as well. You were suddenly slipped into Law’s shoes and you felt heartbroken. You felt your lip quiver and your eyes ready to dump yet another huge load of tears of the day. You snatched your bag with all your might.

“Fuck you, Law”

Law took those words more personally than he displayed. After he heard the harsh slam of the passenger door and watched you disappear, that’s when he finally finished sobbing out the rest of his tears.

Truth be told, Law only came off as rude as he did because he knew it was best. If he had stayed truthfully sentimental, he knew you would’ve tried to stay and talk it out. He didn’t want you to carry more baggage from him anymore. It soon made him realize Law was more insecure than he initially thought, only making him feel way worse. Bolting out of the car, grabbing your hand, and saying he took back every word was something Law could only fantasize about. Instead, he gripped the steering wheel while he soiled the middle of it with his sad tears. He never dreamed of letting you go, but here we are.

You, on the contrary, were angrier than ever by his reaction. You didn’t hesitate to zip out the school premises because if you hadn’t, someone was going to be decimated. Although, halfway down your trip, that anger slithered its way into sadness. You were surprised you made it home in one piece because of your altered vision. Instead of procrastinating in your car, as usual, you sobbed until your lungs gave out. This wasn’t planned out, you never planned for this to happen. It was just a minor overthinking possibility, but you never prepared for it to actually happen. You didn’t know a single thing to do moving forward besides cry out for him to come back.

And that’s exactly what you did for as long as you can remember.

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The Mentorship, Part 12

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 12 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 6436

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

The first question she answered was about whether or not she felt she was ready to wrestle one on one. She was confident enough to answer yes to house shows, but for television and the pay per views, there was a different suggestion. A tag match with her and Curt versus Scott and Kevin. 

Both Scott and Kevin said they thought it was a good idea, making the caveat that when she and Curt lost, that she would be part of a deal - and would valet for them moving forward. She would resist interfering on their behalf at first, before begrudgingly agreeing, and then to enjoying it. 

The next pay per view was after her outfit would be delivered, she wondered if she should wait to unveil it until she was officially with their camp. She doubted she could wait, she was getting awfully tired of trying to switch up the same four pieces night after night. She knew this had been the long game, but she couldn’t help but feel a little sad about leaving Curt’s side. It would feel like the end of an era, though she wondered if any of the behind the scenes antics would change, too. She didn’t want their friendship to fizzle away, but they’d still see each other daily - it wasn’t as if she was jumping ship to another promotion.

Brinkley was too excited to sleep, thinking about all the work that was going to be laid out before her over the next few weeks, but Scott was tired enough to climb in the backseat and lay across it, his head in her lap. 

Curt could see in the rearview that she was stroking Scott’s hair the same way she’d done his a couple of days prior. He told himself he wasn’t jealous. He tried to focus on the highway that stretched out into the darkness, but even over the radio, he couldn’t ignore her whispered protests that fell on deaf ears.

He sat up a little, angling the rearview mirror a little until he could see her leg propped up against the back of the seat and Scott’s head planted face-down between her thighs. Her top was pushed up, her tits bared and Scott’s hand on one of them. Brinkley’s head was tilted back as she tried to stay as silent as possible. When she looked forward, her eyes met Curt’s and she bit her lip. 

She wanted both of them - she wanted cock to fill her from both ends and she had been making Curt wait long enough. He had an outstanding raincheck and she wondered if he would have a problem cashing that in with Scott there. 

“I want you…” she mouthed at him and she could see him adjust in his seat. But he kept driving, fighting every urge to pull over and double-team her on the hood of the car. He made his voyeurism conspicuous, though, knowing that she was getting off from him watching. 

Scott was getting off on her increasingly obvious vocalizations, he kept expecting Curt to pull over. An impromptu threesome would have possibly been hotter than the first, planned one. Perhaps, it wasn’t the right moment, but if Curt wouldn’t be game...maybe someone else would if Brinkley was up for it at some point.

She couldn’t keep quiet as she edged closer to her orgasm, writhing a little in the backseat, Scotts strong arms holding her thighs still. He was so strong she could not overpower him, cumming to his fevered, insistent tongue. 

At the hotel, Brinkley was desperate for something more, begging silently Scott to stay in their room. Kevin wasn’t having it, demanding that Scott hang out with them, that he’d been ditching them too much lately - but stopped short of saying what he was ditching him to do. The guilt trip was successful and with an audience, Scott didn’t really think it was right to expose Brinkley just yet. After all, they still hadn’t defined what was going on between them. He could see the pleading in her eyes, but they’d have plenty of other opportunities. 

But the idea that he wouldn’t be inside of her bothered him. Moreso because he worried she would be in a room with someone who could then reap the benefits of the seeds he’d sewn earlier. 

“You look half drunk, Brinky,” Curt said as she went through her bag in sort of a daze. They both wrinkled their nose at the nickname, “Yeah…I didn’t like it either, I’ll keep trying,” he laughed. 

“I’m fine with ‘baby girl,’” She reiterated, wishing he'd call her that now. 

“It’s one thing if it's just us in the room…but I need to call you something else in public,” He argued back, “And really…even when it's just us,”

“I guess I should find something else to call you, too,” Brinkley mused, “If I call you Daddy in front of the guys, what would they think?” She sarcastically gasped, “The scandal!”

“Exactly my point,” he tossed a pillow towards her. He had half a mind to bend her over his knee if she was going to be this naughty. The idea and the picture it painted didn't help to calm his thoughts. 

“Maybe they’d be jealous, and it’d make you look like the alpha male,” She purred at him.

“Says the girl that’s so horny she can barely stand,” He knew she was facetiously flirting.

“If only I had a big, strong man with an amazingly, good, thick cock to fix my problems,” She cooed. Curt shot her a warning look, but did not verbally admonish her, “I do owe you from the other night…” “Scott probably wouldn’t care for his handwork to be finished by another guy,” He watched her walk towards him, with no intention of stopping her. It was her decision.  If she chose him,  he'd eagerly comply. 

“He’s never asked me to not fuck you,” She reminded him, “and he knows you had me first,” She walked up to him, unbuttoning his shirt and rubbing her hands up his stomach to his chest. 

He hummed at her touch, sighing as if he knew he should resist, but wouldn’t. 

“It has been a while…and I know that pussy has to be just aching for some dick…” He bit his lip, looking down as he slipped her shirt off, admiring the cleavage from her bra, “Fuck it” 

He gripped her firmly around her neck as he kissed her urgently. He lowered his hand to undo his jeans, letting his clothes fall to the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her over to him by the middle of her bra. He slipped down her shorts and undid her bra swiftly. 

“Ride me, baby girl,” He demanded, gripping her waist as he pulled her toward him to straddle his lap. 

“Ooh, YES Daddy,” She crawled onto him, sinking slowly onto his already rigid member. She groaned as he filled her and as she moved against him. The thrust of his hips popped her up roughly, but his controlling grip on her hips brought her back down just as rough. 

“That’s my dirty girl, fuck daddy just like that,” He growled, watching her work herself on him. It was clear she'd learned some new tricks and her confidence had grown. She'd definitely learned how to satisfy herself and he was enjoying how well she was working him. 

“Daddy can’t stop thinking about fucking you in the ass, baby girl…” He couldn’t help saying so, he’d had dreams about it since. 

One look at her willing, mischievous grin, Curt flipped her over onto the bed. He used his fingers to slide her wetness to her backside, massaging the hole before pressing his tip into her. It was just as timid as before, but she was so eager for it, he could barely restrain himself from ramming into her. She panted and shivered beneath him as he buried himself fully.

“Damn you’re so fucking tight, baby girl,” He groaned as he started moving slowly and she grinded back against him. 

The sensation was incomparable and Curt’s praise only inflamed her lust for it. She couldn’t help but feel some guilt for letting Curt fuck her after Scott had spent the entire car ride building her up, but the depravity of it only turned her on more. 

Curt pumped his hips hard now, quickening slightly as he fucked her into the bed. Her nails dug into the covers and he couldn’t resist thrusting faster. He couldn’t combat his desire any longer, gripping onto her ass cheeks as he forced himself deeper, grunting harshly as he came for a lengthy stretch. 

He was breathless, sweaty, and spent as he rolled off of her, collapsing on his back next to her. He rested his hand on her ass, grasping it firmly as he caught his breath. 

“Damn that was good, baby,” He turned to see a lazy, gratified smile on her lips. 

Brinkey’s arms were shaky as she tried to lift herself, rolling to her side. 

“You don’t know how good…” She sighed and laughed, running her hand over his sweat-kissed torso, “I gotta be honest…I thought for sure you would pull over and both go at me…” She laid her head on his bicep. 

“Can’t say I didn’t think it…but what can I say…I was feeling selfish,” He pulled her closer to his side, rubbing her back. They were quiet for a moment after that, as if their minds were slowly turning back to reality. 

“I know you said we should stop…” she mumbled, “I just didn’t realize how hard that would be,”

“I’d be lying if I didn’t think the same thing,” He admitted, “but the more off limits I try to tell myself you are, it just makes me want more,”

A knock at the door startled them both, Brinkley glancing at the clock on the end table. 1:00am. Either there was an emergency or the more likely scenario is it was someone for Brinkley. 

They both quickly dressed and she answered the door to Scott, who pulled her into a kiss without a greeting or warning. She almost felt sick to her stomach knowing what she’d just been doing. She should have waited for Scott, she was silly to think he wouldn’t have come to find her. She felt guilty.

“You gonna invite me in?” He drawled, clearly at least a sheet and a half in the wind, “Or we can go back to my room…Kev will probably be asleep. And if not…nothing he hasn’t seen before.”

“Well he hasn’t seen me,” she played back to him, stepping aside for him to enter,“But…it’s…it’s kinda late, I was about to go to sleep…” She fibbed, compounding her guilt. 

Scott looked at her confused for a moment. She hadn’t turned him down before like this. Earlier she was begging him for it. He had to wonder if she hadn’t waited. Curt hadn’t looked his way once since he’d been there. He found himself getting angry at the thought. 

“But…you can stay if you want to,” Brinkley said, sensing his mood. She didn’t want him to leave angry. She didn’t want to push him away. She didn’t like this feeling, but knew it was her own doing. She knew she’d need to resist Curt from now on if she wanted to see what could happen with Scott. 

He looked from Curt back to her, nearly frowning, but softened a little as she looked hopefully at him. 

“You want me to stay?” He held his hand under her chin, his thumb swiping over her bottom lip, “Have a little sleepover?”

She nodded. It was better than the alternative - she wasn’t sure she was ready to be an exhibitionist, even if it was just Kevin in the room. If things here were awkward, it was her own fault. 

Curt felt the awkwardness, too. He couldn’t help but be a little annoyed. After their conversation, they probably should sleep in separate beds, but one more night of post-coitus cuddling wasn’t going to kill anyone. 

Instead Scott got that honor. It was probably for the better, he looked fairly wasted and probably would fall asleep fast. 

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Once it was obvious Curt was asleep in the dark room, Scott’s hands wandered. Brinkley tried to subdue it a little, but once his fingers slipped between her thighs and started massaging her clit, she stopped resisting. Scott nibbled from her ear to her neck as she bit into her pillow to keep quiet, desperate not to wake up Curt. 

Laying on her side, Scott was right behind her, pressing his warm body against her. She could feel the pulse of his cock as it rested against her backside. The more he toyed with her, the more she wanted it. As Scott slid his dick inside of her, she held her breath to keep from making noise. Scott’s hand slid over her mouth as he rolled his hips. Only the occasional squeak came from the mattress, his hand muffling her noises.

It was a slower, more deliberate sex.  She felt all of his movements and felt the pressure of him inside of her. She wished she had waited.  She wished she'd been better. 

Scott didn’t ask this time, his teeth lightly digging into her shoulder blade as he flooded her with his cum. She shuddered as he slowed, coming down from the edge of pleasure herself. She glanced over at Curt’s bed, only to see his back facing them. He still seemed to be asleep. 

“God, I just want you all the time…” Scott murmured breathlessly, “I want you all to myself,”

Brinkley wasn't sure how to take his drunken musings but she knew she would need to get on birth control soon with the way Scott was pining to be inside of her.  She wondered how serious he was or if he was just speaking out of a post-orgasm euphoria.

She didn't answer him,  instead grabbing his hand and kissing each of his fingers which made him pull her closer. Drowsiness hit her soon after and both fell asleep in the same position, Scott still inside of her. 

In the morning, Curt was missing from the room,  but Brinkley could hear the shower running. She was sure Curt could have put two and two together since it was obvious that she and Scott were naked.

“It doesn't matter,” she tried to remind herself, “He isn't yours and you're not his,”

Scott stirred next to her and squeezed her into him tightly.

“Mmmm, this is a good way to wake up,” he buried his head into her hair,  kissing the back of her neck, “Better than seeing Kev walking around stark ass naked,”

“He really is a showman isn't he,” she joked. 

“He's always trying to get the maids to walk in on him, he's a show-off is what he is.” Scott pulled at her shoulder so that she'd lay flat on her back next to him, “You're lucky when you stayed that you didn't wake up to that anaconda. You'd probably never look at my shrimp again,”

“I would!” She nudged him, “Your dick is perfect,” she blushed as he looked down at her, “and nice to know you think I'm that flighty,”

“Just messing with you, baby girl,” he rubbed his hand up and down her arm, “Perfect huh?” He lifted up the sheets and they could both see his morning wood laying on her thigh.  

She was thankful to hear the shower shut off. After both of them so close together,  she was sore.  She needed a break from carnal things for a few reasons. 

“Damn it,  Hennig the buzzkill,” he traced her jawline with his fingers, “so much for a quickie,”

“Actually,  she spoke up, “I'm…its a little sore,” she bit her lip,  wondering if he would be less interested if she couldn't keep up with his  sexual appetite.

“Aw, I'm sorry..was I too rough with that sweet little thing?” Scott stroked her thigh now.  

“Maybe? But I liked it,” she was quick to make sure he knew it was wanted.

“Don't worry, that's not all I like about you,” he looked at her seriously now,  “You know that,  right?”

Brinkley shrugged, her eyes dropping from his.  

“I didn't,” she admitted, “I wasn't sure what this was…”

“Well I can see why, we haven't talked a whole lot.  How about a date tonight?” He posed, lifting her chin.

She smiled and bit her lip, “Like a date date?” She asked, “I'd like that…”

“Don't mind me,” Curt said, coming out of the bathroom dressed, “I'll be out in just a second,” Brinkley looked at him as he walked around the edge of the bed, relieved at his playful tone and smirk. 

Curt grabbed his things and loaded them in the car,  he walked to the diner across the street for coffee.  He had definitely been awake last night. He couldn't say he was jealous, but maybe nervous. He was starting to realize that there may have been more to Scott's intentions than just sex.

He was surprised by it based on Scott’s track record…but when it came to Brinkley he could understand.  Had he been single he would have tried to lock her down early. Scott was single now, other than a significant age gap, there was nothing that could really stop either of them. Curt was a few months older than Scott, so he had no room to be critical.

He missed home suddenly, he missed the things that kept him grounded, centered, focused. He was looking forward to the few days they would have before the Florida leg of the tour. Four days at home would be a nice vacation. He didn’t think Brinkley being there would be an issue…by then they should be used to things going back to the way they were before that line was crossed. He could resist her.

 He was grateful for the distraction as Page, Rick, and Eddie came in, motioning for him to join them at their table. If he kept himself distracted, his mind on something else - surely he could manage. 

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“So, where are we going to go on this date? In …Des Moines?” She had to think of where they were headed as she brushed her teeth, the taste of Scott’s cum lingered on her tongue. Scott was dressed, but sat on the counter in the bathroom as she got ready. He liked being near her, he almost felt like a damn puppy, but he liked the feeling of wanting, needing someone else. 

“Fuck if I know, I’ll ask someone at the arena where’s good and open late,” He shrugged, “But I’ll make sure we’re alone, if that’s what you mean,” He wasn’t sure if she was worried about being seen with him for her reputation or his or if it was just for privacy. He hoped it was the latter. 

“I don’t mind other people being there,” she paused, rinsing her mouth, “But, they’ll just bug us the whole time or try to crash it. Or start saying all kinds of misogynistic things,” 

“Oh, like asking how good you are at sucking dick?” He teased with a crass example, “If I told them the truth, you’d have to beat them off with a stick,”

“I’d rather not beat off anyone but you,” She countered smartly.

“And Hennig,” He stated it mostly as a fact, but he looked down slightly, focusing on his interlocked fingers, “Right?”

She felt nervous now, her stomach tingling in an unpleasant way. She knew she needed to tell him, she couldn’t lie to him and expect honesty in return. 

“Well, past tense,” She said truthfully, “Not anymore - we talked about it and we think it's best if we just…stopped doing that,” She stumbled a little, feeling shy about the context. 

“Oh? When did you decide that?” Scott wondered if his threeway attempt last night might have been out of line. 

“...Last night,” She admitted, chewing her lip nervously, “After we got to the room,”

“After you got to the room…and,” Scott could tell she had more she was trying to say, “and fucked?”

Brinkley fidgeted uncomfortably, “Yeah…I was just…really turned on and I wasn’t really thinking straight,” She took the blame - she was the instigator after all even if Curt sometimes hung out the bait. 

Scott looked thoughtful for a moment as he mulled over her words. He couldn’t fault her for being honest. It stung a little to know that while she had no way of knowing Scott would show up, that she would still sleep with Curt. She should have assumed he would stop by…but he couldn’t be angry that she hadn’t made such an assumption. 

“Are you mad?” She implored him, looking apprehensive. 

Part of him knew he could just call her slut, roll his eyes and leave. But even then, he knew he’d feel a nagging jealousy knowing that she would run back to Curt crying and he would make it all better for her. 

“No, I’m not mad,” He said, truthfully, “Can’t say it doesn’t feel a little like a gut punch that I got Curt’s seconds,” 

Brinkley tried to hide the hurt in her eyes. He wasn’t wrong, she deserved that. 

“Never again. I promise,” she said earnestly, “I felt like shit last night over it. I only want you,”

Scott reached out for her, beckoning her over to him. He pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her. He held her firmly, relieved that she nearly melted against him. 

“I believe you, Brink. You don’t have to worry about me either,” He said, knowing that in the past, fidelity had been a struggle at times. But in this moment, he felt sincere about it. 

“If you had…well, its not like I had any right to ask you to not screw around,” She felt safe in his embrace to say anything. She lay her head against the hollow of his shoulder.

“And if I did?” He honestly was not sure he’d had much of an opportunity with the way he was chasing her around trying to get in her pants. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten laid this much in such a short time in a while. 

“LIke I said…I didn’t have much room to talk,” She mumbled to him, knowing it would have made her feel awful, “But, are you saying now that you want it to be exclusive?”

“I think so,” He sounded surprised himself, “What do you think about it?” 

She only hugged him more tightly and giggled into the side of his neck.

“I’d say she likes the idea.” Scott found himself smiling.

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“No way, there is no god damn way you are going to start dating. There is too much talent out there to lock yourself down,” Kevin argued in the locker room. Scott looked at him, shrugging.

“Man, I’ve had years of running around. I’m getting too old for that all the time,” Scott slicked his hair back into its signature style, “Plus, she’s hot for me, wants it all the time,” He tried to appeal to the perverse side of his friend's acceptance. 

“Yeah, which is why she’s still climbing Curt’s pole,” He scoffed. Kevin couldn’t have imagined that Scott would have gone down this path. He hadn’t been a very good significant other; in fact the only partnership he’d been able to maintain was what he had with Kevin and some of the guys. And at times even that was shaky. 

“Knock it off,” Scott sniped, shooting Kevin a warning look, “I know they did, but they aren’t anymore.”

Kevin looked at him with a skeptical glare before rolling his eyes. He liked this kid for work, but she had no idea what she was getting into with Scott. He’d been the late night call to come smooth things over for Scott for a long time. And if by some miracle it was Brinkley who was the issue, it could mess up her career, not to mention the collateral damage that could spiral from it. 

“She’s a damn kid,” Kevin shook his head again, pulling his hair back into a neat ponytail, “Better keep your eyes open,” He gave what little advice he could without escalating. 

“That crowd is on FIRE!” Brinkley jumped into the room, still amped from doing a ring promo with Curt. They were setting up the challenge that would lead to the tag match at the pay-per-view. She looked between the other two men in the room and noticed an immediate tension that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Something about the tense silence made her think she might have been the topic of discussion. 

“She wasn’t half bad on the mic,” Curt mused, noticing the same tension moments later. A blind man could have seen it coming, “You three are going to be fighting over air time,” He chose to ignore it. This wasn’t his business. 

“Thanks for warming them up for us, sweetheart,” Scott finally gave her a response, giving her a wry smile, “We’ll finish them off for ya,” 

“One day I’ll be giving you a run for your money,” She said to Kevin now, hoping that she could coax him out of his funk. He at first was silent, almost staring her down.

“We know you have the mouth for it,” He responded with his dry wit. He really shouldn’t care if the two of them were going to do whatever it is they were going to do. But he just couldn’t shake the irritation of knowing he was going to have to clean up this mess when it all burned to the ground.

Brinkley watched them on the mic from the curtain, they were probably the best talkers in the business. She could learn a lot from them too, though she was anxious about training under anyone else. She knew this time would eventually come, but maybe now was the best time to cut it loose. 

Scott never drove on the road. He was just as comfortable being a passenger as anyone. But riding next to him in the car was so enjoyable, she was almost disappointed they had to have anyone else join them on the way to Omaha. 

That impulsive voice in her head kept whispering the entire ride to make a move, to have him detour to the side of the road, but she kept it at bay. She sat directly beside him, her hand secure in his as it lay on his knee. She liked this, too

The steakhouse was extremely nice and quiet - it was closing as they arrived, but Scott had called ahead. One table remained, set for two. She wished she had something dressier than the same sundress he’d already seen her in. But he didn’t seem to mind. 

“You look beautiful,” He smirked at her, remembering how things ended up the last time she wore the dress around him.

“Please…I probably look like I’ve been on the road for four weeks,” She rolled her eyes, but blushed anyway. 

“Yeah and you’re still stunning,” He dismissed her self evaluation, “Me on the other hand-” He shook his head.

“Are gorgeous,” She insisted, her foot rubbing his calf under the table, “Even on your worst day,”

Scott still managed to eat clean while ordering a delicious meal for himself and her. She knew that at least Scott would keep her on a good diet while training. Some of the guys by now were eating garbage and it showed. She had been surprised how quickly it would become obvious, but Curt had easily pointed them out to her.

“So, after Omaha tomorrow, four days off,” Scott tried to casually mention, “big plans?”

“Well,” She finished her bite looking thoughtful, “I’m not really sure. I guess I just assumed I would go back with Curt then we’d fly out to Florida afterward. I’m so excited to go pickup my new outfits,” She kind of wiggled in her seat grinning from ear to ear. 

“What if you come to Florida now? Then you’re already there,” Scott took a drink of water to hide his nervousness. He regretted not ordering wine, though he tried to remember that he’d promised himself he’d drive sober at least with Brinkley in the car. Some red wine would definitely take the edge off, “Probably go to the beach, enjoy the weather down there,”

Brinkley chewed her food a little slower as she looked at him. He lived in Florida. What exactly was he asking her, she wondered. 

“Well, I hadn’t really thought of that. I figured I needed to keep training,” she shrugged, “I’m not good like you guys yet,” She reminded him. 

“I’m there,” He took another sip of water, “I’m going to start training you anyway. This would give us a chance get a good solid head start,”

“So, you’d spend four days training me?” She looked at him playfully suspicious. 

“Hey, training comes in a lot of forms,” He smirked back, “for example, I can think of a lot of ways to improve your balance,” His eyes darkened again. She loved being able to see the want on his face, “and stamina,”

“I bet you could,” She couldn’t help but return a similar look, but she glanced down at her plate as she pushed around her vegetables, “But…you know that I do need to actually train. I’m serious about this being a career,” She looked back up at him.

“I know baby girl,” He nodded, “But, if you’re down there. We can do both,” He tapped her foot under the table with his, “I’m flying out from Omaha after the show. If you want to go, I’ll get you a ticket.” 

“I can buy my ti-” she started, but Scott waved her off.

“No. I’m inviting you down, I’m buying your ticket,” He insisted. 

“Where am I going to stay?” She asked teasingly. 

“Casa de Scott, I got half of a king bed that’s just begging to smell like you,” He said quietly, but deliberately punctuated.

Brinkley nearly choked on her water, covering her mouth to hold her in her laughter.

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After the dinner, she was glad they weren’t driving to Omaha tonight, but in the morning. It was unusual, but tomorrow was only a house show. She wanted to ask Scott if she could stay in his room, regardless of Kevin’s presence. She was getting more comfortable with Scott and her desire for him made her make concessions she hadn’t anticipated. 

“So,” She broke the silence of the dark car ride, the only noise was Merle Haggard crooning from an occasionally static station, “Do you want to pull the car over and fuck me like a dirty girl over the hood? Or keep Kevin up all night with the headboard slamming against the wall?”

Scott gripped the steering wheel tighter as he looked in the review and pulled off onto a remote road. Once it turned to gravel he slung it into park and grabbed her face roughly. She could barely keep up with his kiss, relinquishing control to him. He dragged her out of the car and pushed her against the door. Pawing at her, he slid his hands down from her neck to her tits, dragging her dress down as he lowered his hands. He lifted her, pinning her against the car again, his mouth lingering on her peaking nipples. 

“God I love it when you do that,” she praised him, dragging her fingers through his hair so that it fell from his ponytail. His black waves framed his face and slipped across her tingling skin.

She slid back down the car, returning to her feet as Scott kneeled on the ground. Bunching her skirt around her waist, he devoured her sex impatiently and voraciously. His tongue teased her entrance as she writhed against the car, trying to resist cumming for just a few moments to enjoy the feeling of him. She lost the battle, her knees shaking as she called his name out loudly into the open night. 

It was freeing being in the open air, neither having to restrain themselves. She let her dress fall onto the ground as he pulled her to the hood of the car and roughly bent her over the edge. The metal was still warm from the motor, and she yelped in pleasure as he shoved himself quickly inside of her. It lifted her feet from the ground as she tried to brace herself against the slick surface. Her eyes rolled back as her eyelids closed, she bit her lip as she whimpered. His rigid cock pummeled her slickened sex with a persistent urgency. 

“Fuck baby, get wet for me just like that,” he praised her as her orgasm washed him with a fresh coating of her wetness,” She smacked her hand on the hood as the release spread through her, at the mercy of his actions. 

Scott’s gruff grunts drowned out the sounds of nature around them, his balls ached as he tried to withhold his release. His control slipped as he watched the way her ass jiggled from his thrusts.

“Christ, Scott,” She moaned, irritated now that she remembered she hadn’t started the birth control that had been prescribed to her, “Cum all over me, baby,” She whimpered, regretful that she wouldn’t feel him cum inside her. 

“Shit, that’s so hot…” He gritted his teeth as he barely managed to pull out of her, stroking himself quickly as he shot his plentiful seed across her ass and up her bare back. She was aroused feeling his cum on her and hearing the rasp in his voice as he came. He used her panties to clean her up and helped her off the car. She shimmied back into her dress, hiding her panties in the trunk. 

“I can’t wait to go to Florida with you,” She murmured, leaning against his shoulder as he drove on. He pulled her closer to him, kissing the top of her head. 

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“No, absolutely not. We are going to Minnesota, end of story,” Curt threw his shirt on top of the dresser. 

“No? Just No?” Brinkley was surprised by his short tone, “Why not? I can train down there as much as I could in Minnesota,” She had to resist mocking his accent; he did not seem to be in a joking mood.

“Yeah, sure. I know exactly what you’re gonna do down there and it's got nothing to do with wrestling,” He said flatly. He was not interested in an argument.

“Scott said he and Kevin were still gonna work out and would train me,” She tried to tell him the plan and that they had everything figured out, “It’s four days, what’s the big deal?”

“Because I’m your fucking trainer,” He snapped. Brinkley’s eyes widened, he seemed legitimately angry. 

“Jesus, how drunk are you,” She scoffed, going to her own bag, “You said I needed to move on to another trainer. Kev and Scott talked to you about this already,” She reminded him.

“Well they aren’t in charge of you yet,” He grabbed her by her upper arm and turned her around to face him, “You do what I say,” He said directly in her face, tightening his grip. 

Brinkley could smell the alcohol heavy on his breath. His eyes were glassy but intense only inches away. She tried to pull her arm away from his grasp, but she could not overcome his strength. 

“I’m not a child,” She countered, “You don’t own me,” She had never been scared of him, but she felt fear building with each following tense moment, “Maybe I should stay somewhere else tonight,” wondering if his grip would bruise her arm. 

“What, too good for my room now? Now that you’re buddies with the Outsiders?” He condescendingly spat, “See if they keep you around if you keep your pants on,”

Brinkley didn’t intend for her reactive slap across his cheek, but she couldn’t do anything about it once it was done. She was up against the wall before she knew it and kept her hands on his chest attempting to push him away. Fearful tears welled in the corner of her eyes. Maybe the slap sobered him up, or the terrified look in her eyes, but Curt snapped out of his rage. His hand immediately loosened around her arm and he stepped back. 

“I’m sorry, Brinkley. Dammit…I’m sorry,” He couldn’t believe he’d lost control like that. He ran his hand over his hair and he stepped back further, looking at her. 

She didn’t respond, looking at him with a distrust that nearly broke him. 

“I’m sorry, I drank way too much…among other things,” he mumbled the last part. 

“I don’t want to stay here tonight,” She said firmly, still trying to blink back the tears. He looked up at her to insist she didn’t have to, but thought better of it. 

“At least let me pay for the room,” He reached for his wallet.

“Really, Curt,” She held up her hand, walking to her bag, “I really don’t want anything from you right now, nothing” She packed up her things. She couldn’t get out of there fast enough. She wasn’t really interested in his apology or explanation. 

She was nervous at the front desk, hoping they didn’t ask for her ID. Most hotels would not give a room to someone under 21 even if it was just by a few months. Though the clerk looked at her for a bit, mentioning that she was with the wrestlers seemed to be enough of an excuse. She’d only have it for a few hours anyway. 

It was far lonelier in her own room. She could see why everyone paired up. Weeks, months on end of this would drive someone crazy. But all she wanted right now was to sleep and not to answer a barrage of questions.

She could still feel where Curt had held her arm so tightly. She knew he was drunk, but reminded herself that was no excuse. She understood having trouble letting someone go - even if he was married, she knew he'd become attached to her in some ways, just as she was attached to him. 

But for now,  she knew with 100% certainty she was not going to Minnesota this week. She didn't really care if he could accept that or not.

[hollywoodx4]

Hi! I kind of hit a wall this week with my workload but I wanted to get something Crygi out desperately because it’s been so long! Here’s some pining Crystal for you! 

           “She’s so pretty.” Jan perks up at the sound of Crystal’s voice approaching. She’s nursing some kind of colorful cocktail, a completely different order than her usual. Her eyes are practically glowing with hearts as she glances across the bar, and Jan doesn’t even have to look to know who her friend is talking about.

           Gigi’s mingling with a mixed group of people, her friend Symone the forefront of it all. The semi-newcomer had just flown in from L.A the night before for work, and Gigi, as usual, is making it her mission to ensure that her L.A friends have as familiar, safe faces to come to in New York as possible.

           Because of course she does. Because she’s kind, and thoughtful, and the thought that she’d planned this outing just to make her friend feel more at home on this trip is enough to make Crystal well up with a strong surge of the tenderness that’s been building inside of her for longer than she’d care to remember.

           Maybe it’s the alcohol.

           Maybe it’s the way Gigi carries herself, posture relaxed among her friends and yet still so poised. She’d made herself her outfit for the night, a white corset top and matching bell-bottomed pants with a long slit down both legs. She’d paraded around her apartment in them beforehand, proudly spinning and swishing and asking Crystal what she’d thought. She doesn’t even remember what she’d said, too stuck in her own thoughts to voice her opinion past the breath caught in her throat.

           It’s bad. She knows it’s bad because she can barely even spend time in the same room as her best friend now without second-guessing every one of their interactions. Which she supposes is perfectly fine seeing as said best friend travels a decent amount for work. So she gets some time to sit in her thoughts, wait for their daily phone calls and then pester herself about her feelings all over again. So things are going just about as well as they can for Crystal.

           She takes a long sip of her drink and Jan pats the stool next to her, practically dragging Crystal up to sit. Jan watches her friend with interest. It’s been two weeks since Crystal had admitted her long lived crush on their friend, and though she definitely guessed it before it’s very clear now. Crystal’s a magnetized force to Gigi, grinning endearingly every time she glances over. At one point, she cracks a ridiculous smile when Gigi laughs at something the group of people she’s with is talking about, and that’s when Jan twists her stool around.

           “Crystal Methyd!” She hisses, glaring at her teasingly. “You can’t keep staring over there! It’s getting a little weird.”

           “I wasn’t doing anything!”

           “You were, I can practically see your heart hanging out of your eyes at this point.”

           Crystal makes an indignant little snort, closing her eyes.

“Now you can’t see anything.”

“Just eat some of these fries and let me tell you about the man who tried to tip me with Monopoly money at Goona’s last week.”

…

“Found you!”

Jan sidles up to Crystal, who’d abandoned her to use the bathroom. She’d realized it had been a while when she’d finished her own drink, too occupied by Jackie striking up a conversation to notice that her friend had been missing for just a little too long. Jan gestures for Jackie to follow her through the throng of people to search for her, rolling her eyes in the process. She hadn’t thought she’d be babysitting tonight, but saving Crystal from a drunken confession is worth the extra bit of effort.  When they finally find Crystal she’s standing next to Rose and Mik but doesn’t seem to be involved in their conversation whatsoever. Jackie joins in, however, giving Jan the opportunity to shuffle Crystal over a bit for more privacy. Her friend starts scanning a leaflet for the bar’s upcoming events, drumming her fingertips on the counter thoughtfully.

“I’m going to tell her.”

Jan needs no explanation. She’s been listening to Crystal long enough tonight to know that apparently, tequila makes her far too truthful for her own good. She’d recounted several stories from the past year; Gigi being away, Gigi bonding with Nicky, Gigi keeping up their Snapchat streak even though neither of them uses the app for anything else. Later on, when they’ve tucked Crystal into bed on Jan’s couch, she’ll delicately describe the situation between her two friends as ‘something that can’t possibly go on much longer.’ For now, she puts a hand on Crystal’s shoulder.

“You’re not going to do that.”

“I think I have to.”

“You don’t have to do that. You shouldn’t do that.” Crystal’s face shifts from determination to utter heartbreak in less than five seconds, and Jan instantly regrets her choice of wording with someone in a state of alcohol-induced fragility.

“You have to do it, Crystal, but not tonight.” She gestures to where Gigi is holding court with a few of her newer friends, perched on the edge of the bar’s little stage. She’s incomparably bright tonight, surprisingly in her element. Taking care of her friends brings out this confidence in her that builds until she’s practically glowing with it, and Jan knows that she’s absolutely infectious in these moments. She’s also spent the past two hours listening to the tipsy confession, suddenly an expert on the topic.

“I don’t think I can be her friend like this much longer.”

“I understand that, honey, but think about it for a second. You’re not sober-and that’s fine. It’s a party, we’re drinking, you’re being safe…but imagine what it would feel like for Gigi to have you walking over there confessing all of these things after you’d been drinking. Have you ever had someone say something drunk that made you just…uncomfortable? Something you know they wouldn’t have said sober?”

“You know I live with Daya, right?”

“Exactly.”

“Gigi deserves better than me.”

“No, no, that’s not the point!” Jan puts her hands on Crystal’s shoulders, her eyes on fire with a mixture of love and discipline that’s unceremoniously become a trademark of hers.

“You deserve the world.” She continues, locking Crystal’s gaze onto her own. “But the romantic side to your story with Gigi is not going to start with some drunken confession at a party. It’s not. You’ve loved each other too long for that to happen. You both deserve better, and somewhere underneath that tequila you’ve had you know that.”

“You’re right.”

“What was that?”

“I think I want to go home.” Crystal says, nodding her head at her own decision. “I think maybe that’s the best idea for tonight.”

“Let me take you.” She moves to tap Jackie on her shoulder, saying goodbye to the group. She’s confused when Jackie follows.

“I thought I could help.” The older woman gestures to Crystal, who has crossed the bar to say goodbye to Gigi and Symone. They stand in a lingering hug, the girls only able to see Gigi’s hand on Crystal’s head, the way she whispers in Crystal’s ear though her enamored smile. When Crystal returns Jan can see the exhaustion in her eyes, the way her posture has deflated the slightest bit. She’s still holding on to her bubbly exterior, throwing goodbyes in every direction, but she’s not the same.

Jan directs them all to her apartment, insisting Crystal stay the night.

“You need company.” She orders. And when Jan suggests things, her friends know not to take them lightly. She’s usually right, anyway.

Jackie sets out some water and aspirin, instructing her to take them just in case while Jan lends her sweatpants and a shirt to sleep in. They toss her some blankets and sit beside her somewhat awkwardly, Jan on the floor and Jackie perched on the arm of the couch. They distract her, chatting about the party and plans for the next day while Crystal drifts off to sleep. Jan sighs in relief when Crystal starts snoring, closing her eyes in satisfaction.

“What you did for Crystal tonight…that was really, really nice.” Jackie slips down to sit on the floor beside Jan, their hands just barely touching. Jan blushes, shaking her head.

“Anyone would have done it.”

“Nobody in that bar even noticed what was happening. We’re not idiots, we know they like each other even if Crystal’s never said anything to us. You know her enough to know what tequila does to her and you spent that party making sure she wasn’t going to ruin anything. That’s pretty incredible, Jan.”

“I just want them to be happy.”

“You’re a really good person. I know you love to meddle,”

“-I really do.”

“But you weren’t tonight. You tell me all the time that people call you nosy, but they just don’t see what you see. You know when to step in. You know when to mind your business. I wouldn’t have known what to do for Crystal tonight. You don’t give yourself nearly as much credit as you should.”

It’s nearly enough to make Jan cry; the tone of Jackie’s voice. Her eyes are warm in the way Jan’s been wanting to be looked at her whole life. If she squints, she’s sure she can make herself believe that Jackie might look at her like that forever. But she doesn’t. Jackie moves her hand, pushing herself up from the floor.

“I should go-I have a long walk.” They both chuckle; they’d discovered that they live just a few blocks from each other when they’d been introduced just a few months ago. The long walk had quickly become a running joke between them.

Jan walks Jackie to the door, thanking her again for her help. She watches Jackie until she opens the door to the staircase, and then lingers in her own doorway for a moment.

And if her heart is fluttering, she chooses to ignore it-for now.

[iceddecafcaramel]

Hi.

I’m super high right now and I just wanted to share this thought with you. I feel like I’ll keep wondering how you would’ve reacted if I didn’t. I would have never thought that I would reach out to you this soon but I feel like I don’t take enough risks in life and this could be the one that starts the trend. They do say high risk, high reward. Besides, because I’m stoned, I feel arrogant like I want to be able to prove to myself that being brave is worth it and teach me that it is good practice for me to start choosing to be open to trying new things and trust more when I’m sober. Reaching out to you really scares me and my ego really doesn’t want me to do it but what if those are the things that are holding me back from being more authentic and confident? I mostly confront people when the topic benefits those I care about, especially because I have a sense of protectiveness over my friends. I never do anything for the pure intention of making myself happy without asking for others’ approval first, because to be completely honest with you, I don’t think I’m worth it and I always second guess the choices I make for myself. But I want to change that. So I’m saying fuck it, and I’m taking this chance and hoping it’s worth it. And if not, that’s okay. I’ll learn the hard way that some risks are worth taking and some aren’t. But at least I can say that I tried, and I won’t keep wondering about what would happen if I told you these thoughts.

You’ve started to become a part of my daily routine. Every morning, I used to wake up to hoping that you had texted me. I would get so excited when you told me on the phone that you’re able to fit me in to your schedule. It’s like I couldn’t wait to see you. Or the time I called a friend and asked if my outfit was hot because I wanted you to like me, even just through appearances. I wish that I wasn’t too far off from your preferences and that I could have had a chance to try to adapt to it. I know you don’t want me to change for anyone else but what if I wanted to, because I thought that following them would make me a better person? When you were talking about how you felt like I was being judgmental, I noticed that I should also be careful not to do that when I’m in a similar situation when I’m with those I care about because I don’t want to sound judgmental to them. In all the times that I’ve applied your feedback, I think that it made me a slightly better person each time, and I wish that you would’ve let ME decide if that idea that you talked about yesterday would benefit and improve me as a person. I wouldn’t have changed myself if I didnt think it was good for me. I’m tired of making changes for people that have malicious intentions, and you’re not one of them.

I do also think that while knowing what you’re looking for and being as selective as you are is good, I’m not sure if it’s possible for everyone to find that one person who is 100% perfect for them and checks all of the right boxes. Relationships are never perfect and I believe that it requires compromise from both ends. I never expected or wanted you to be changing for me or anyone for that matter, but I see it as a way to improve myself. For example, why would I want to stay judgmental when one of the few qualities that I’m proud of myself is the way I care for others? I personally thought that the preferences you mentioned were minor things, but I understand if they are intolerable for you and that you put them at the top of your list of dealbreakers. Or, I understand if there are more red flags or preferences that you have about me that you’d prefer not to tell me.

I know this sounds like a desperate attempt to get you back but I think that you’re worth fighting for, and if for whatever reason, it makes you consider changing your mind, I’ll try it once.

[asahipleaseloveme]

Wait

A Part II to Threshold

Tsukishima x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Author's Note: More Angst, but with a happier ending. Feedback is appreciated!

Warnings: mention of verbal abuse; mention of emotional abuse; alcohol consumption; let me know if I missed something and I'll add it

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The period after a break-up has never been easy for you, and this one would surely be the one that you wouldn’t recover from. It had been a few months since you packed up and left Tsukishima all alone without an explanation. But the more you thought about it, the more evident it was that the signs were all there. And Tsukishima is a smart guy, you figured he could put two and two together. The arguing, the avoidance, the non-existent intimacy. He had to have known it was only a matter of time. He had to have known. He had to.

When you left, you tried to take everything of yours and leave everything of his. Even his old jersey he had gifted to you. You loved that jersey. It was such a thoughtful gift and in his own way, it was an act of love. You knew he loved when you wore it to games and everyone saw you wearing his name. He would always encompass you in a sweaty hug after the game and you reveled in it. Now, you can’t even watch him play anymore. You tried to watch a televised game once and had to turn it off before the first set even finished. It was too much for you. In fact, a lot of your daily routine was almost too much for you. Change was hard and you were still trying to get used to your new way of life. You avoided many of your favorite places in fear that you would bump into him. You honestly didn’t know how you could face him after everything.

“C’mon, ______. It’s been three months. Lingering on this isn’t helping you at all. Come with me to the arcade bar!” Your overly eager friend pushed.

“You know I can’t. What if I-”

“What if? What if what? You bump into him? There’s no rule that says you have to talk to him or that you even owe him an explanation. You can’t keep punishing yourself and depriving yourself of fun. You can’t live your life based on the “what ifs”. Start living by the “why nots”. Now, why not put on your favorite outfit and why not just come out with meeeeeeeeee.”

The more you thought about it, the more you couldn’t really fault their reasoning. It had been months since you had gone out and attempted to have fun.

You sighed with a smile, “I suppose you're right. I can be ready in 20.”

You were a ball of anxious energy until you finally reached your destination. An arcade bar was a pretty low key place. You could immerse yourself in a game and shut everyone out. It was a start anyway. You ordered your favorite drink at the bar and then went to find a game that was secluded in a corner. Galaga was the game you decided on as it seemed simple enough. The nice thing was that the bar was fairly empty so you didn’t have to worry about someone jumping in on the game when you went to get another drink. You were so focused on the game that you didn’t notice a tall figure occupying the game next to you. Once you lost your last life, the screen popped up that you had just earned the highest score.

“You’re pretty good at that game,” a familiar voice startled you. Your whole body froze up, your heart leapt up into your throat, you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. Was it the alcohol or the extreme guilt surging through your body? A combination of both you decided.

You turned to the figure standing next to you. It was hard to breathe, let alone form words.

“Tsukki-” you squeaked out in a little more than a whisper. Heart threatening to pound out of your chest, you turned fast on your heel.

“Wait,” he reached out and grabbed your wrist. The action caused you to stop and stare at his hand. “Sorry,” he said as he let go, “I just-I saw you and I...you...Can we go somewhere to talk?”

“We can talk right here,” your voice hoarse as though you’ve been yelling for hours.

“______, I’m not going to talk about what happened right here. We can-”

“If you want to talk, then we can do it right here. And if you’re going to make any snide comments or demean me, then I’m just going to walk out.” You weren’t sure where this surge of confidence came from, but you were grateful that it happened.

Tsukishima put his hands up, “I promise that is not why I came over here. And you have every right to walk away if I say something that offends you.” He lowered his hands down to his side, stuffing them into his pockets. “______, why? Why just walk away without saying anything?”

“You had to have known something was wrong between us, Tsukishima. The constant fights, the way you avoided me, the way you talked to me like I was a piece of garbage. I tried to bring it up, but you put up your walls and kept me out. One of us was going to leave eventually. And I don’t know if I could have handled walking into a half empty apartment. You’re stronger than I am, always have been. I figured it wouldn’t be as hard for you to adjust to it,” you stammered as you struggled to form coherent sentences.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and staring at you. “Ever since you left, I realized you mean more to me than anything else in this world. ______, I was an idiot. Still am, probably. I’ve had a lot of time to think. I was wrong. For many things. Insulting you. Ignoring you. Letting you think you were all alone in a place where you should have felt at home.”

He paused, a slight red brushing across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “But I think the worst thing I did was keep my walls up while you broke yours down for me. I took for granted your love for me, and for that I was wrong.” He slammed his eyes shut and for a moment, it looked as though there were tears forming along his lids.

A moment of silence passed.

“______, you’re the best thing I never knew I needed. Please, can we try this again?”

“You don’t need me, Tsukishima. You never have, so why would we start now?”

For a slight moment, you catch a glimmer of desperation on his face.

“Maybe you’re right. I don’t need you, just like you don’t need me,” the words burned your heart hearing them come from his mouth. “But, ______,” he grabbed your hands. “I want you to be with me. I want you to be the one who comes to see me for lunch at work. I want you to be the one who greets me at the front door. The one who presses up against my back in the middle of the night. The one who I kiss goodbye to in the morning. I want it to be you who wears my jersey and cheers for me. Please, I just want you back,” his voice cracked.

You were taken aback. This is not what you were expecting from him.

“What happens when I mess up or we have a disagreement? Are you going to shut me out and we’ll just have a repeat of the last three months of our relationship? As much as I want the good times with you back, I don’t think I can handle anymore of the bad times. Do you know how hard it is to hear the person you love belittle and berate you? All I ever wanted was to make you happy, and I’m not sure I can do that anymore. I-I’m sorry,” you let your hands fall from his and move to walk past him.

He doesn’t try to stop you this time. He only stares at the floor with his head down. You walked past several arcade games before turning around once more to look at him.

“He’s trying, ______,” Tadashi leaned over to you. You didn’t even realize he was here, too. ‘He’s been working on it. He talks about you every day and what he would do if he could just have another chance with you. I’m not saying he deserves another chance, that’s ultimately up to you. I think you leaving really opened his eyes to what he had and just how badly he messed up.”

Tadashi's words seem to resonate with you. He has no reason to lie to you. He's always been a good friend to you. You stare at the back of Tsukishima's head for a good 30 seconds.

“I still love him,” you whispered as tears started to fall from your face. He was still standing in the same spot, opening and closing his fists. You took a deep breath and walked back over to him.

“Tsukishima,” you placed your hand on his elbow. “Tsukishima, I still love you. After everything, I still love you. What’s that stupid saying “if you love something let it go and” ugh, I can never remember the last part.”

“If it comes back it’s yours forever?”

“Yeah, that. I don’t know if I can promise forever. But I can promise to give you my best, if you promise to give me your best. And when we’re at our worst, we try to work through it together. We might have to take this slow to build up what we used to have. But, I’m willing if you’re willing. Why not?”

Tsukishima wrapped you up and buried his face in the top of your hair.

A wave of relief washed over you and peace was what you felt at the moment.

“I love you, ______.”

You texted your friend to let them know that you were leaving and thanks for the afternoon outing.

“You wanna come back to my place and watch a movie?” You asked Tsukki as you both walked out of the bar.

“I would like to, but I already told Yamaguchi I’d hang out with him today.”

“Hm, that’s too bad. I saw that they’re streaming the Jurassic Park Trilogy. Maybe another time, then?” You said as you continued walking. “Um, text me later if you want.”

He stopped in his tracks and pulled out his phone, “Well, I guess Yamaguchi will have to accept a rain check from me this time. He’ll understand.”

His long legs made quick work of catching back up to you. He ever so delicately interlocked his fingers with yours as you continued to your apartment.

Something about him was different. It was too soon to tell if it was a good kind of different, but you were willing to get acquainted with him again to find out.

[curious--curations]

Date

Andrew Garfield Spider-Man x reader 

Part 4/5 Date 5 pages

Masterlist 

Summary: Peter decides to share his identity with you while on a date. 

Warning: anxiety attack

Once again you find yourself opening your window for the masked vigilante. This time he held a messed up, but beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hand. You feel your mouth go dry as the gesture and you slightly freeze up from shock. It felt sudden to you, but that did not mean it was an unwelcomed gesture.

"Sooo..." he started with a nervous chuckle in his voice, "I know we're suppose to meet for our weekly chat,but I wanted to share something important with you. My identity actually." 

"It's ok if I just..." you gestured towards his mask and felt your throat clench at the suggestion as you held your breath. Was he ready to show his face to you? He nodded with a thin lipped smile and you pulled him further into your apartment where no one could spot the unmasked hero.

You gently placed your fingertips against the edges of his mask and slowly lifted it up. Once the mask was removed you stood there and studied his face for a moment as Peter fell in love with your awed expression. 

You started at the top of his face. He had brown hair that was fluffy and tousled from the and his eyes were a warm brown. He had thick dark eyebrows that layed over large brown eyes. They usually held many emotions, but the only one you could currently read was content. His ears were rounded and his nose was soft and rounded, giving him a slight boyish look. His lips were soft and full and his cheekbones were strong and angular and ended in a sharp jaw. He was handsome and the kindness in his heart showed on his face, adding to it in an unknown way. You placed your hand on the back of his neck, your palm resting against his jaw and fingers brushing his ear. He closed his eyes and sunk into your hand as he took a breath. It was relief for him to finally share the secret of who he was. 

There was something in you that wanted to kiss him desperately in that moment, but you held back. It did not feel right to have your first kiss with him be based on something as shallow as physical attraction. You wanted it to be special and loving.

"Didn't know you were so handsome." you complimented.

"There's more I wanted to share with you. If you're open to it." He offered, looking to you with hopeful eyes. You scooted over and made room for him to sit on your bed as a response. 

"I am always here for whatever you want to say." 

He took a deep breath, trying to work up his nerves to reveal his identity to someone for the first time, "My full name is Peter Parker. I went to Midtown Science High and now work for the Daily Bugle as a photographer." He paused in thought, "There's actually this big show we're having. I was hoping to take you as my date if you'd like."

"I'd love to Peter." He gave you a goofy smile, it felt good to hear you say his real name.

The event you met Peter at was very elegant. Everyone was wearing suits and nice dresses, you chose a simple outfit for yourself. You met him on the building's front steps where he offered you his arm and commented on how lovely you looked. 

You felt nervous going to a party full of important  and powerful people. People Peter personally knew. Would they make fun of you? Be rude? Would you fit in? Would--

"Hey (y/n). Don't worry you will fit right in. Besides I am here for you." Peter's words comfort you and your fears lessen. He gently places his hand on your hands that were currently ringing a piece of fabric from your clothing. 

"Thank you Pete." You mumble. He holds you close.

"Let's dazzle them with your new outfit" You chuckle at his comment.

"And you in your handsome tux." You both intwine each other's hands as you enter, almost to make a statement. Temporary gallery walls have been set up all around the the open floor. Each section displays beautiful photographs that have made news headlines. They each give credit to the photographer's and commend them for their work instead of focusing on the article they were published for. 

"Do you have a display?" You immediately questioned him. You were excited to see his work and wanted to know what photos of his you have seen around town without even knowing. He began to stutter slightly, seeming hesitant to show you in the right direction. 

"Yeah....they're over here." He takes you by the hand once again and guides you to his display. You cover your mouth to hold back a laugh and try to hide your amusement upon seeing the topic of his photos. Spider-Man or himself to be more exact. 

"So, Peter what inspired you to take photos of the masked vigilante? I know he's an incredibly amazing person, but what inspired you?" You teased with a sly smile. "I mean I guess you really can't go anywhere in this city without seeing him huh?"

"Something like that." He watches as you break away from him and pace across all the photos. Studying them in detail as you jump from once posed action shot to another.

"Seriously? How in the world did you manage to get such clear photos?" You questioned in a whisper. 

"I made my own web shooters and you want to know how I rigged a camera to go off?" 

You jab him in the side with your elbow, "It's just impressive you goof." Peter laughs at your teasing. You move on to mingle with other guests at the event. Peter introduces you to a variety of co-workers, all of whos names you quickly forget. 

You pretend to understand conversations as they revolve around a workplace you are not a part of and hobbies you do not understand. Peter keeps up with the conversation very well, especially when they focus on the technicalities of photography whether it be on the process of developing photos or rant about different camera qualities. 

Even though you do not understand a thing that is going on, you are just pleased to see Peter so relaxed and happy. That is until he isn't. You watched his composure suddenly change at the flip of a switch. He goes from happy and smiling to ridgid and the joy in his eyes switches to fear.

He was not sure what sound triggered his episode. Perhaps it was the sound of shattering glass from a broken champagne glass, the alarm from a car down the street, or even just general noise. All he knew was the sound reminded him of something he could not pin down among the countless terrifying events he encountered. Something bad he experienced in his past was coming back to him and thankfully you picked up on his dilemma. 

He tensed up as he knew a wave of anxiety would over take him and suddenly it was as if every sound in the room was amplified. He did his best to block out his emotions as he did every time an attack occurred. He steadied his breathing and tapped his fingers against his side to concentrate on fighting it. But one thing he could not control was the sounds.

He did his best to take deep steady breaths as the sounds around him constantly piled onto his building anxiety. His heart began to race and his throat closed causing his body to feel with a little heat. He refused to let the wave overtake him, but he knew he was losing this time. He knew he had to escape the room and noise before he broke down into a fit of anger or sadness.

Without a word you took his hand and pushed through the crowd for him to lead him outside, where the cold night air cooled his burning skin. The stimulation from indoors died out and allowed him to calm his nerves. You silently approached him and did not pressure him to talk, but when you reached out for him, he pulled away. It was reactive for him, to move when he felt something reach towards him and you tried to understand him. He needed a moment to calm down and let his heightened senses diminish. 

You silently stood by his side as you both once again look over at the view from the patio. You always preferred the quiet city over a noisy party anyways. You, like him, liked the quiet. After some time you felt his fingers hovering over your hand, letting you know he was doing better as he brushed his fingers against the back of your hand. 

"Sorry about that." He mumbled, seeming embarrassed about his reaction. You immediately turn to him. 

"Peter, you have no reason to apologize. You know that."

He gave you a relieved and dopey smile while putting his forehead against yours,"You're too good for me." A light laugh fell from his lips. 

He carefully cups the side of your face with his palm and looks into your eyes for a moment before slowly leaning in for a kiss. It's soft and delicate, everything you'd expect from someone like him. You pull back slowly and look into his eyes, still feeling dazed. 

"You know. If you really want to be with me I still have so much more to share with you. And it's not all good."

"Sounds exciting." You reassured with a joke. 

"Seriously. Some of it's crappy like dealing with my past, seeing me one the news, seeing me get hurt. I know I am not selling this whole relationship thing to you very well, but. I want you to know what you're getting into."

"Every relationship has something right? And I know there's times I am going to be pulling my hair out at your decisions or losing sleep from worry....but I also know you're worth every minute of it."

[katyasrussianaccent]

symptom of your touch (natasha romanoff x reader)

Author's note: This is my first natasha smut fic, been writing it in my head for so long. Hopefully you enjoy this piece of self-indulgent smut!

Summary: You're Tony's personal assistant with a crush on Black Widow. Could it be possible that she might feel the same?

Warnings: Bathroom sex, bottom! Nat.

The first time you met Natasha was in the meeting room at Stark tower. You’d been working as Tony’s personal assistant for about two months now; a job that was both unexpected but incredibly appreciated - the daily bills through your letterbox were getting more and more threatening, red words in large letters demanding money you didn’t have.

You were a friend of Sam’s; you used to jog together before you were replaced by Captain America. You didn’t mind, not really, because well, it was Captain America. You couldn’t compete with that ass. And while you didn’t jog as much, Sam always made sure you were okay.

Like most people; you were a fan of the Avengers. If you had to pick a favourite, it would have been Black Widow. Maybe it was because she was the only woman, but there was something about her that you just really liked. And it wasn’t just because she’s really fucking hot and you’re really gay.

You had walked into the meeting room; your hands full with various drinks. For superheroes, the Avengers were really particular about their drink orders; for instance Thor gets really annoyed if they forget the whipped cream on his hot chocolate. You walked round the room, handing each drink out and trying to not look so obvious as you eavesdropped. You handed Clint his drink and turned towards Natasha. You assumed she had been away on a mission, because she hadn’t been around until now. You swallowed a little; the object of your affections was literally sitting right in front of you.

“Agent Romanoff,” you said, holding out her drink; a matcha green tea latte. She looked at you for a second, a thoughtful look on her face as she cocked her head towards Tony.

“What happened to…..?” Natasha trailed off, looking at Tony expectantly.

“Shannon. Pregnant,” Tony answered, putting his hands out over his abdomen to mimic a pregnant stomach. “She was two seconds away from turning the floor into a slip and slide.”

Natasha scrunched her nose up before looking back at you. She took the drink from your hand, a small smile on her face before she turned back to the team. And it was in that brief moment, that you knew that she was going to be a big problem for you.

It’s a while before you see Natasha again; not that you were keeping check. You’re in the meeting room cleaning up; humming a song as you pick up pieces of paper. The door opens and you look behind to see Natasha standing in the doorway.

“Oh. Good afternoon Agent Romanoff,” you say, smiling. She was in her civilian clothes; a simple tank top and dark jeans. The jeans are practically molded to her shape, and it takes every ounce of willpower to not stare at her ass as she passes behind you. You aren’t sure how someone could make such a simple outfit look so amazing. “Did you need something?”

“Clint, he forgot his phone,” she replies, walking behind you and grabbing the cell phone that lay on the table. “I swear he would forget his head if it wasn’t attached.”

“Good thing he has you to keep him in check.”

She smiles politely in reply but doesn’t respond as she walks towards the door. Your mouth opens slightly to say something, anything, to make her stay just a little bit longer. You fail to do so in time, and you sigh as the door closes and the room is empty again. You aren’t sure what makes Natasha so fascinating, you’ve spoken to her literally twice, but there’s just something about her that makes her so enigmatic. Though you suppose it’s literally her job to be like that, and you briefly think of the people that have fallen under her spell.

It’s strange, how although she’s incredibly dangerous, she feels just like a normal person, a person that could kill you in one move, but a normal person nonetheless.

You’re chopping tomatoes in the kitchen, your mind starting to zone out as you watch the knife slice through with ease. It’s been a long day; while working for Tony has been a lifeline that you desperately needed, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so tired. The fridge door beside you closes, and you startle at the sudden noise, the knife moves from the tomato to your finger, the pain sharp as blood begins to pool in the cut.

“Fuck,” you say, hissing as you press you other hand against the cut, moving to the sink to run it under water.

“I am so sorry,” a voice says behind you, and you turn your head to see Natasha at your side. “Are you okay?”

You sigh a little, “I’m fine, but the tomatoes are ruined.”

Natasha moves nearer to you, so close you can feel the heat radiating from her body and any previous pain you felt has suddenly disappeared at the mere proximity of her. “It’s okay, Stark can afford a few tomatoes.”

You giggle before reaching over to get a paper towel, but Natasha beats you to it, pressing the towel onto your wound wordlessly.

“Baby,” she mutters as you wince and you look at her, mouth agape in shock. She ignores you, and you take this opportunity to look at her as she tends to the small cut on your finger. She must have been somewhere hot on her last mission; from this close you can see the slight colour on her nose and cheekbones where she’s caught the sun. As she moves out of your personal space, the scent of her invades your nostrils and you’re surprised that she smells so delicate and floral.

“I think you’ll live” she says, jutting her chin out to point to the small band aid on your finger.

“Have you ever thought about being a doctor?”

“Why? My bedside manner not appealing to you?” she asks, and you look down to hide the blush on your face as you think briefly about what Natasha’s bedside manner could entail.

“Uh, not at all, it’s very appealing. I mean, not very appealing -”

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” she says as she leaves the kitchen, leaving you with a bandaid on your finger and a warmth between your thighs.

--

The first thing you notice about the party is how loud it is. It’s Tony’s birthday, so Stark tower has been transformed into a full on party tower. The room is crammed with people, and you take a moment to look around to see if you can find someone you know to attach yourself to. It wasn’t that you disliked parties, you just weren’t the type to spark a conversation with strangers. You can see Thor in the middle of the room, holding a keg as Steve is on the floor chugging from it. Guess even Captain America needs to let loose sometimes.

You bite your lip as you scan the people near you, your eyes zeroing in Natasha. You take the opportunity to watch her briefly from a distance. She looks amazing, a simple black dress that has a slit to the upper thigh that shows a delicious amount of leg when she moves. You haven’t spoken since she called you cute, and the more you thought about it, the more confused you were. While cute was a compliment, you weren’t sure if she meant it in a puppy kind of way. Sexy wasn’t the first thing you thought about yourself, but you kind of wish that she had picked a better word. Maybe you were just imagining tension that wasn’t there because you hoped it was there.

You exhale any nervousness and plaster a smile on your face as you walk towards her. She raises an eyebrow in greeting and you wave at her, immediately regretting it.

“Hi,” you greet and she smiles a little.

“You look nice,” she says, her eyes roaming over your body. Okay, maybe you weren’t imagining things.

You blush, your face feeling warm as you mutter a quiet thanks. “It has pockets,” you respond lamely, putting your hands in them and pulling the dress out, like she needs to be shown what pockets were.

“Drink?” Natasha asks, cocking her head towards the bar. You shake your head. “You don’t drink?”

“I do, just not here. I don’t want to make an idiot of myself in front of my boss,” you answer. You don’t have a problem with alcohol per se, you just never know when to call it quits. And while drunk you is fun, you really want to make a good impression.

Natasha nods in understanding but walks off towards the bar anyway, and you stand there for a second confused before following.

“Two virgin daiquiris,” you hear her say as you get to her. You can see the bartender pull a face at the request, but it quickly disappears when he sees who’s ordering.

“Coming up,” he mumbles, his eyes glued to anywhere but Natasha as he moves with haste.

“I think you scared him,” you comment and Natasha smiles a little, a smug smile that shouldn’t be so sexy, but it really is.

“I get that a lot,” she replies and you hum in acknowledgement. “Do I scare you?”

The question takes you aback and you ponder a moment before answering. “Do you want me to be scared of you?”

“Answer the question,” she says, a little firm in her tone.

“No. No you don’t scare me.”

She purses her lips. “I think you might be one of the only ones not scared of me.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you ask and she closes her eyes for a second, sighing.

“Fear is a very powerful thing. I like the way it feels,” she says, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen her look so vulnerable.

“There are other powerful emotions other than fear,” you reply. You aren’t sure how to respond to her, serious conversation was not your strong suit.

“Like?”

“Lust. Love. Anger.”

There’s a beat of silence between you as you look at each other, your eyes reading over her unreadable face, nothing on her features to give away what she's thinking.

“So you aren’t scared of me. What emotion do you feel?” Natasha asks, causing you to splutter as you take a sip of you drink and you’re suddenly wishing your drink had alcohol in it.

“Out of the three I just gave?” you ask and she nods. “Uh well, I hadn’t um really thought about it.”

It’s stupid of you, to lie to a literal spy and you know for a fact she know’s you’re lying.

“That’s not true,” she replies and you take a sideways glance at her. “You think I haven’t noticed you looking at me?”

Your heartbeat quickens and you start to stammer an apology. “I - “

“I know, because I’ve been looking at you too.”

“Wait what?” you ask incredulously. “Are you sure there’s no booze in this drink?”

Natasha laughs and you smile at the sight of her. “Very sure. You’re very cute, did you know that?”

“I did not, but now I do. I’ll be honest, this doesn’t happen to me a lot, so I’m not really sure what to say or do.”

She slides closer to you, a smirk on her face as she leans close, her breath warm on your cheek. “Well there’s a bathroom over there.”

It takes a minute for you to register what she means, and you can see her wait patiently as you look at the bathroom door across the room and then back at her. The blood is rushing in your ears as you grab her hand and pull her across the room, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

The bathroom is luckily empty when you both enter, and your hands don’t leave hers as you push her into the stall furthest away from the door. You open your mouth to speak but it’s interrupted as she surges forward, her lips on yours. She tastes like strawberries with a slight hint of booze, and you wonder how many drinks she’s had before you arrived. You find yourself not really caring as her hands move to your neck, yours follow down to her hips, your fingertips ghosting her back.

You’ve kissed before, but this is different, like fireworks and gunpowder in a small room; every nerve in your body alight with hot, searing fire. You switch her round so her back is against the door, your hands roaming ever inch of her body, tight muscle beneath your fingertips. Part of you wants to take your time, explore every part of her, but the greedy part of your brain wins out and it’s not long before you’ve got one hand moving in between her thighs.

Your mouth is on her neck, licking and sucking at the hollow of her collarbone, a small moan falling from her lips and you want to hear that sound again and again. She opens her legs and you cup her above her panties before going underneath them, your fingers moving past soft curls and into the warm, wetness of her pussy.

You curl your fingers up, and she gasps, her breath hot and fast against your skin. You move them inside her, pumping in and out slowly as her hand grips at your hip. It feels powerful; to have the great Black Widow fucking herself on your fingers in an act of desperation.

“Please,” she whispers as you continue to slowly move.

“Please what?” you ask, stopping completely causing a small whine to escape her lips.

“Please fuck me,” Natasha replies, rolling her hips against your fingers.

“Okay,” you say simply. You press a kiss to her cheek before sinking to your knees. A brief thought about gross bathroom floors crosses your mind, but you push it away as her hand strokes your hair. She takes the hint and pulls her dress up around her hips. Your hands move up her thighs, nudging them apart so you can pull down the lacy underwear she wears; shoving them into your bag. Pressing kisses up her thigh, her breath hitches as your mouth ghosts against her clit. She sighs as your tongue swipes at her once before moving in to circle at her clit with your tongue.

She moans, a low, quiet moan that ends quickly as you both hear the bathroom door open, the chatter of two women filling the once silent room. You look up at her, raising an eyebrow in question. Natasha looks down at you, a slight flush on her cheeks as she nods. You place a finger to your lips, before moving back between her thighs. She tastes sweet, sweeter than you imagined, but there’s something there, a slight tang that makes your tongue tingle. Of course she would taste fucking perfect; everything about her is perfect, and you can’t stop yourself from tasting her more and more, drinking her in.

Your fingers join your mouth and she’s warm as she clenches with every movement inside her. She’s jutting her hips against your mouth, and you can feel your wrist start to cramp as you fuck her roughly, but you know she’s close, the grip in your hair getting harder. It’s starting to get uncomfortable, your knees are starting to hurt, but you want to make her come undone, to fall apart.

You hook her leg over your shoulder to get deeper, never stopping the pace as you fuck her. Her body begins to shudder, and you look up to see her shove a fist in her mouth at the exact moment the toilet next to you flushes. A moan escapes her but neither of you seem to care as she rides the wave of her orgasm. Her chest has a sheen of sweat, and you want to run your tongue over it, taste the salt of her skin. But that’s for another time.

Natasha looks down at you as she tries to catch her breath, and you get to your feet ungracefully, wincing as your knees twinge. There’s uncertainty in your stomach as you look at her. What does this mean, does it mean anything to her? You had just made her cum in a bathroom stall, but maybe that was normal. It wasn’t to you, but normality was subjective.

“This party’s kind of boring, do you want to get something to eat?” Natasha asks, breaking you from your inner turmoil. You blink at her as your brain registers what she’s saying. The once uncertain voice in your head is screaming at you to say yes.

“Sure,” you reply simply.

“Cool,” she says, nodding, her face still slightly flushed. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say she felt a little awkward.

“I’m not getting those panties back am I?” she asks as you walk towards the bathroom door and head back into the party.

“Nope,” you say, patting your bag for good measure. “Besides, you might not need them.”

--

[sleephyjhs]

When You’re Expecting (Taehyung Headcanon)

pairing: taehyung x pregnant!reader

warnings: mention of fertility & pregnancy complications

note: i’ve been craving to write a bts x pregnancy series for a while so here we go !! if there’s a specific member you’d like to see next, shoot me an ask :)

m.list

FINDING OUT

even before finding out you were pregnant, you both had so much love for your child

there was nothing either of you could have wanted more than a baby

it was always at the forefront of your mind how much you wanted a little human of your own

it was approaching a year since you began trying seriously

a few false hopes and two miscarriages later, fertility drugs were looking to improve the chances of conceiving

the raging hormones which came with the drugs were all worth the positive test

early september - sickness had hung around your throat for days

headaches lasted longer than usual, and crying at the most mundane things had become an unwelcome habit

in the bathroom cabinet, you’d collected a small stockpile of electronic and stick pregnancy tests

one of them would eventually show positive, right?

taehyung sat on the bathroom tiles with you

waiting two minutes felt closer to waiting two months

he crossed his legs, bouncing his knees impatiently

your knees came to your chin; high hopes weighed heavily on your heart

the alarm set on his phone beeped quietly

your heartbeat rose suddenly to your throat

taehyung reached out for your hand as you turned to read the results

two blue lines - as clear as day

they became less clear as your eyes coated with thick, salty tears

he began to chuckle as his happiness trickled down his cheeks

“we did it baby! we’re gonna have a baby!” he whispered, choked up by his own anticipation

no words were left swirling in your mind

your jaw hung open as though the hinges were faulty

shakily, you lifted the electronic test to triple check

pregnant.

as you crashed into taehyung’s open arms, memories of the past loomed in your mind

it was only inevitable

a positive test was a familiar joy to you both

however this familiar joy had only ever been followed by crippling devastation

as much as you tried not to think about it, you couldn’t help but retain maternal caution

however, this time also felt different

taehyung’s spirit, your spirit - it was as though fate didn’t want to disappoint you any more

someone out there decided it was finally your time to grow a mini human to bring into the world

of course, no time was wasted in contacting the maternity clinic

seeing your baby on a screen was now a top priority

just to see their little head, maybe even hear their heartbeat

just to know they were okay

just to know you were keeping them cosy and safe, that’s all you needed

taehyung couldn’t hold his excitement

from leaving the house to reaching the hospital, his toothy grin never wiped from his cheeks

he never said anything at the time since his main focus was always on comforting you

but losing his babies near enough tore him apart

even when you tried to comfort him, taehyung restricted himself just to protect your wellbeing

of course, the worse had already crossed his mind

but it wouldn’t get the better of him

it couldn’t.

you soon learned you were already 6 weeks pregnant

the midwife had to point out where your little baby was hanging out; they were such a tiny thing after all

briefly, you took the opportunity to hear their heartbeat

it was faint over the machine, but fast

there really was a life within you.

“there’s something else, if you just look over here...” the midwife prompted, turning the monitor so you could grasp a better view

taehyung leaned slightly over your chest to peer closely at the smaller monochrome screen

with the mouse, she circled a second bean shaped figure

“the fertility drugs increase the chance of twins. looks like you guys got lucky!”

twins. you were having twins.

THE PREGNANCY

like with most pregnancies, you were advised to wait until the 12 week milestone to begin announcing your impending delivery

and even though he understood the importance of patience right now, taehyung could hardly contain his excitement

it didn’t help that a little bump had already begun to grow

keeping a secret was much more difficult when the evidence was near impossible to hide

already, taehyung spent early mornings talking to his little angels

telling them stories he seemingly made up on the spot

or even borrowing some from his own childhood

“you know they can’t hear you yet? it’s about 7 weeks until they’ll be able to, honey.”

“i know, i’m just practising for when they can.”

of course, you wouldn’t admit that you did the same when you were alone

you attended more midwife appointments than other expectant mothers might

the pair of you much preferred being on the safer side

in the car, when on a quieter, less congested road, taehyung often reached over to cradle your still-growing bump with a free hand

you slotted your fingertips between his for additional sappiness

“you two have so many people waiting for you here, hmm? many people are already so in love with you both. me and mummy included.”

on a sleepless night, you’d made a small pact with tae

it was a rash decision, but sincere nonetheless

“no matter what, they are always going to know how wanted they were. always.”

taehyung hardly needed reminding of this, but it was still a weight off your shoulders

as you tried to conceive, the pregnancy diet had already been implemented into your daily routines

however now that you were carrying two precious babies, there really would be no more ‘cheat’ days for you

no more extra half cups of coffee on slower mornings

although you usually took over the role of head chef in the house, taehyung dedicated extra effort into preparing you both healthy and yummy foods

sautéd rice with green vegetables and lean meat/tofu appeared to be his go-to

but you still opted to supervise just in case

finally being able to announce your pregnancy was another heavy weight lifted from your mind

the other members were over the moon for you both

particularly when they reminded themselves of the struggles you had experienced previously

and also remembering the utter devastation of their taehyung when he had to break it to them

all of them kept their eye out for little gifts and outfits

each week, taehyung came home with a new stack of pale rompers or neutral-tones teething toys

these babies would have the best uncles; at least that much you could be certain of

announcing your pregnancy on social media was a looming task, but one he was determined to pull off perfectly

for filler content between schedules, the members had been asked to film a 5 minute vlog of their daily life

well, what a perfect opportunity!

towards the end, taehyung made sure to include some shots of your now protruding bump overlaid with some more vintage camera settings

safe to say, that day you had broken the internet

love, congratulations and blessings poured in from every corner of the earth

a few comments complimenting how much pregnancy suited you touched you especially

self image is commonly effected by the progression of pregnancy, and you were no exception to that

although it was amazing how your body grew and made a little home for your tiny babies, it was still quite strange to see yourself changing so quickly

your favourite clothes didn’t fit around your doubled bump anymore

and your skin seemed to hate sharing nutrients with two extra people

but for the days where you struggled to love yourself, taehyung easily filled in the gaps for you

sneaking up behind you in the bathroom

(although the mirror kinda gave him away)

he’d wrap his arms around your just-moisturised bump and carefully rest his chin on your shoulder

“tell me all your worries honey.”

you gushed over how much you missed wearing your favourite jackets

and how strange it was to look at yourself in such a new and confusing way

“i know it’s normal, and i know i have to do it for them. but i guess it’s just weird - i don’t look like myself anymore”

he sighed and planted a kiss on a spot of bare skin

those small kisses still tickled you like they always had

“well, you definitely look different,”

you really hoped there was a second part to that sentence, mostly for tae’s own good

“but why does that have to be bad? not gonna lie, it actually kinda makes you hotter. maybe we should make babies more often!”

“make~?”

LABOUR AND DELIVERY

originally, you had wanted to try and stick to the natural route for as long as you could

but after a few contractions, that idea was immediately out of the window

to help steady yourself and wait out the pain, you held onto the kitchen island and swayed to your own pace

eventually, taehyung joined you

copying the same movements while timing your contractions

“they really must be desperate to come out, huh?”

“well do you think they could hurry it up a bit?!”

the pair of you had been prepared for this for over a month

the hospital bag was ready by the door with all of your essentials packed tightly inside

not forgetting the pots of instant ramen taehyung insisted he must bring in case of an emergency

just as he was readying to back out of the driveway, taehyung took a mental stock check of everything packed in the back

“do you think we have everything?”

“i love you but stop talking please.”

thankfully, he understood well that the sheer pain made you cranky

so long as he assured himself that it was ‘just the contractions’, he’d be just fine

as much as he couldn’t wait to announce he was about to become a father to everyone, he kept himself grounded when walking you to the maternity ward

one corridor in and you’d suggested that a wheelchair might be a better mode of transport

breathlessness and contractions didn’t sound like a favourable mix to you

the assessment of your fast dilation granted you an immediate spot in the labour ward

you’d picked this suite specially due to its expansive space

the option of a birthing pool was still available if you so needed it, but the mood lighting and access to aromatherapy was what attracted you to the room in the first place

a serene paradise for your angels to be born into

it was perfect

taehyung explored while you adjusted to your new surroundings

of course, it didn’t take him long to find the birthing ball

“what’s the difference between a yoga ball and a birthing ball?”

there obviously was none, but you took a few seconds to try and be smart with him

“well, sit on that and you might have a baby the size of a watermelon come out of you soon.”

taehyung cradled his torso and pulled a shocked expression, which was enough to make you giggle and cause another contraction

less than a few hours passed, and you had already attempted to scream the building down once or twice

“get these babies out of me. no i’m serious, i need them out.”

realising your deadpan expression, taehyung soon attended to you at the head of your bed

stroking your slightly sweaty head and patting a ice cold flannel on your clammy forehead

he braced himself for a crushing hand grip which came about sooner than he’d prepared for

you weren’t the biggest fan of commotion, and so being surrounded by nurses and doctors was close to being your worst nightmare

taehyung focused his voice into your ear, trying to minimise the tension coming from below your pelvis

his motivational words were broken up by short bursts of pushes

many of which were followed by a string of curse words which just slipped out

and then, there it was.

the first piercing cry belted across the room

a tear or two may have happened to slip from your eyes

finally the moment you’d waited for, nearly two years in the making, was here

the first of two, a little girl who already had a head full of the most luscious black hair

taehyung wanted to hold back his happy tears in order to show some kind of strength

but you and him both knew he’d never hold it back for long

within the space of 4 minutes, the second baby was born into the world.

but this time, there was no immediate cry

the whole world seemed to slow down in that moment as you waited

and waited

midwifes gathered around the new infant, looking for any kind of obstruction

but, soon enough, your son said his first hello to the world

[ehbeeseedih]

Lost a bet - positions

Prompt:

So you lost a bet and posted that you wanted to try out some sex positions and were looking for volunteers. As soon as you were allowed, you were going to go delete it, but then you looked at the replies. Who said they wanted to do each one with you?

How it works:

Go to “Random.org”.

Click on “Lists & More” and then “Lists Randomised”.

Enter the names of 18+ people/characters.

Use the first 10 to find out who volunteered for each one.

PS: This is my first time posting on tumblr so the sizes of things, font and all those kinda things might be a little wacky, but I’ll try to fix it afterwards. 

You can check out my other stories at AFF.  Now, enjoy reading 10 bad smuts to fulfill your daily bad smuts quota.  

Oh yeah nearly forgot, thanks to @existslikepristin​ for the tag.

Rosé - Missionary

“Everything I need is on the ground.” 

The music ends, the ending pose done, everyone claps. Today is the last day of practice before Rosé’s solo debut tomorrow afternoon. 

You went to the showers in the dance studio after debriefing. A cold shower does wonders for relieving body ache after intense practice sessions. 

As you prepared to leave the studio, you saw Rosé still practicing by herself, wearing the tight short skirt outfit she’s about to perform in tomorrow. 

Rosé bent forward as the music reached the chorus, her safety shorts failed to adequately cover up her butt cheeks as they came into your view. Your pants abruptly got tight at the sight. 

You desperately try to divert your attention as Rosé caught you staring at her. Instead of calling  you out about it, she began twerking harder, letting her plump butt freely bounce in front of you. 

“Like what you’re seeing?”

“Yes…..” You shyly replied

“Well I could use some releasing, haven’t had a cock for a while.” 

She lowered her skirt and panties in a single stroke, “How you like that?” 

“Huh?”

“I mean how would you like to fuck me?” 

“Missionary please, I’d like to see your face.” 

She lays down on the floor and spreads her legs wide, “Vanilla huh, I like it. I’m already on the ground, what are you waiting for?” 

You’ve finally realised the true meaning of “Everything I need is on the ground”. Let’s just hope that both of you won’t be too tired to perform tomorrow. 

Doggy - IU

Having a bubbly and needy girlfriend like Jieun can be both a blessing and a curse. 

The blessing, a very fulfilling sex life, anytime and anywhere. 

The curse, it’s hard to reject her when she wants them but you don’t. Her aegyos and delicate moans were like cheat codes that made you do whatever she told you to. 

In the present, you’re faced with two very major problems you had to deal with. On one hand, you had a report and 2 proposal you needed to turn in by tomorrow

On the other hand, you had a needy girlfriend who’s willing to do anything to get you to fuck her. 

Jieun had been doing everything she could to get you off work and pay attention to her. She started with strip tease, lap dance, progressing to slowly jerking you off and giving you a messy blowjob. 

You had nearly given up, a few moans escaped your mouth, but in the end you were still working, and Jieun was also still working. She released your cock from her mouth and went to the bed.

Immediately, you heard sounds of wet flesh and Jieun’s soft moans. 

“Ahhhh, why are you still working? You could be here balls deep in me. Ahhhhh, it would be better if it’s your giant cock inside me instead of my slim finger.” 

That nearly tempted you off. Your cock was growing hard again, your hand slowly stroking it along to the beat of Jieun’s moans. 

“Look at me!” She shouted. In hindsight, you shouldn’t have looked. The moment you turn your head, there is no going back.

Jieun was on all fours, her fingers in her pussy slowly pumping off. 

“Come fuck your little slut. Look at how wet I am for you.” 

Magnetized by her pussy, you gave up work and went over and grabbed her hips.

“You nasty little slut, distracting me from doing actual work. Now let me punish you.” 

“Oh yeah, punish your little slut. Fill her with your cum and send her to heaven.”

Suffice to say your bosses were not impressed when you said you had to take care of your pet yesterday and couldn’t finish your work.  

Cow girl - Jessica

Why are you in a 5 star hotel again? Oh yeah, you were at a family gathering with your wife Jessica. 

But why does she look so mad? Did you piss her off doing something stupid again? 

“Do you know why I’m mad right now?”

“No……” A ringing slap on your left cheek. 

“Please explain why were you fucking my sister during the family gathering?” 

Oh yeah, now you remember. Krystal was seducing you during dinner, which ended up with you getting caught by Jessica while cumming inside Krystal in their family house bathroom. 

“Well……. Krystal was seducing me, and you did say it’s ok to touch your sister right?” A ringing slap on your right cheek. 

“I said only when I’m not available. I was prepared to give you a surprise but you decided to be a bad boy.” 

Jessica took off her bathrobe and revealed the red lacy lingerie underneath it. 

Red - the ultimate colour of seduction. Jessica certainly knew how to get you fired up. Luckily for you, you too knew how to get her fired up. 

Hug her hips, hand on her butt, face in front of her pussy “I’m sorry mommy, I have been a bad boy, please forgive me.” 

“Ahhhh” Jessica moaned and pushed you down onto the bed hard. “You’ve been a really bad boy. Now let me ride you.” 

“Yes. Please mommy.” 

69 - Miyeon

“Hey Miyeon, look at me! I’m sliding down the slide upside down.” 

She ignored you. 

Miyeon had been acting all weird today. Like she was pretty weird normally but today even more so. 

She told you she wanted to do something fun today, and then she brought you out to a playground in the middle of nowhere. 

Was she going through nostalgia and wanted to relive her childhood? That doesn’t seem like it. She had been looking around scanning the area ever since you got here. What was she looking for, there’s nothing and no one in the vicinity. 

“Hey baby, what are you doing?” 

She approaches you with a smirk and grabs your crotch, gently rubbing it. 

“Baby, I told you I want to do something fun right. Let’s fuck right here. Nobody is watching.”

“What…….” Before you could speak, Miyeon had unzipped your pants and started sucking your already hard cock.

“Can you at least let me sit upright first?” 

“No, 69 is part of the fun. Now shut up and eat my pussy.” 

“You’re one kinky girl Miyeon.” 

Downward dog - Shuhua

You loved your job as a yoga instructor, and having your classes famous among idols is a huge reason for it.

It started out with Yerin and your extra sessions. Apparently she liked it so much that she introduced Joy to join your extra sessions too.

Since then, idols had been coming so frequently that you’ve had to space out the appointments as your body couldn’t keep up with the number of sessions. 

Last week it was Yves and Chuu and this week it will be Shuhua.

“Hi Shuhua, how are you feeling today?”

“Great, just a bit stiff. I’ll need some help with stretching later, maybe your pole can be handy.”

“Alright, do you want to start off slow or go straight to the extra sessions.” 

“Be fast please, I’m impatient.” 

“Alright then, let’s start off with the downward dog pose. Put your hand on the floor and raise your hips up.” 

“Good, looks like you have been following my advice and putting in extra work. Your thighs look very meaty.” 

“I’ve been doing a lot of leg work recently.” 

“I’ll message your butt and help you relax your muscles.” 

“It feels great, please don’t stop.” 

“What is this Shuhua, why is there a wet spot in between your thighs?” 

“Ahhh, don’t tease me please.” 

“Oh no, no panties. You’re a naughty student. Let me punish you.”

“Yes please, use your cock to help me stretch out my thigh pussy.” 

Side saddle - Yuju

Some come to the beach for the relieving feeling, some for the tan, some for the sea breeze. But you’re here for the bikinis and tiddies. 

Sitting under your beach umbrella, you can usually see a whole beach of beauties enjoying themselves. But not today. 

The beach is desolate today, not much to see. Just the occasional family with nothing impressive, not the usual group of eye candies. 

The weather is beginning to turn and you prepare to abort. Just as you’re about to leave, you spot a lady sporting a red bikini slowly approaching from afar, heading towards your direction.

As she nears, you observe her fit body, her abs and her beautiful appearance. 

“Hey, why are you here at the beach?”

“I came here for a walk. But it seems like the weather today is not cooperative.” 

“That’s unfortunate, maybe we can do something together to create some memories and remedy that.”

She scans your body. Instinctively, you flex up your abs.

“Alright, but we do it my way.”

She sits on top of your crotch which starts pumping up with blood. You scan around for one more time to ensure no one is watching.

While you scout, Yuju is busy relieving your cock from your pants and inserting it through her bikini bottom. 

She begins bouncing on you slowly. The cold winds contrasted with the interior warmth of her pussy, heightening the experience. 

Some come to the beach for the relieving feeling, some for the bikini and tiddies. But you’re here for the fuck. 

Throat Swab - Jiho

A rich heiress by the name of Jiho has recently come under your radar. Her mansion was outside of the town and she lives really lowkey. 

Made a rough survey of her mansion, it seems relatively lightly guarded given her wealth. No one except her servants went in and out of the mansion, not even Jiho herself had left the mansion throughout the few days. 

Clock struck 12, sneaked into the mansion from the back door without anyone noticing

Circling around the mansion, surprised by how empty it is inside given the luxurious exterior. The heiress living inside must be pretty lonely. 

Made your way to the master bedroom. Jiho sleeping elegantly in her princess themed bed. 

Tied her up on her bed with ropes

Ransacked her mansion, took away many valuables. Heard a loud scream from the master bedroom 

With lightning speed, headed to the source of the sound. Found Jiho struggling with her hands tied up

“What are you doing, let me go.” 

“Shut up you nasty bi*** “ Placed your palm on her face to quiet her.

Instead of resisting, Jiho surprisingly licked your palm in a circular motion, her eyes telling you of her desire

Stuck your fingers into her mouth and she dutifully sucked it with vigour.

“You’re a needy little slut I see. You’re being kidnapped and yet you’re sucking my fingers” 

“It has been a long time since I've seen a man. It’s natural to be needy.” 

Released her, knowing she won’t run away. Brought her to the edge of the bed with her head hanging from the bed. 

“I still need to keep you quiet, maybe I should stuff your mouth with my cock”

“Please fuck my mouth, please.” 

Pearly Gates - Arin

You’ve always thought Arin was the good girl type. The type that would be shy about sex. 

However, after a date started off with her sucking you off in the car, feet playing with your cock under the restaurant table, ass grinding on your crotch in an elevator and her hand guiding yours while touching her pussy in the cinema, you threw away all your dumb assumptions. 

After a libidinous date, you came home utterly exhausted and immediately fell into your bed. 

As you slowly dozed off to dreamland, Arin crashes on top of you, waking you up. 

Instinctively you moved your hand to embrace her whilst both of you gradually drifted into slumber. 

Your legs suddenly felt numb and a need to move them. Finding your legs trapped under Arin’s legs, the only way to move them was to spread out her legs.

Your legs slowly spreaded Arin’s legs out and you heard a barely audible moan from her. 

Arin turned around with a soft smile and raspy voice “You still got juice to try out a new position?” and began grinding her posterior on you to get you in the mood again.

You quickly moved to remove the bottoms for the both of you “What’s this new position you’re talking about?” 

“It’s called pearly gates, I learned it from reading a smut challenge.” 

She impaled herself on your cock from above as you felt her being more tight in this position 

The sex was great, and lucky for you Arin did not eat much for dinner.

Stand and Carry - Minju

“Ha, you suck at Mario Kart.” 

“Yeah, yeah, you won. What do you want?” 

“Carry me to the ice cream shop.” 

“Can’t you walk yourself? You’re heavy, you know.” Despite bickering, you willingly bent down and told Minju to get on your back. 

However, she refused and insisted on being carried on the front. 

Minju wrapped her legs around your waist and you felt her moist core pushed up against your crotch. 

“No panties?” 

“Shut up, just go.” 

You’re sure she already felt it but your cock was rock hard and bulging out after knowing your girlfriend’s kinky behavior. 

As you carried her towards the store, every little movement and vibration of a step caused your clothed bulge to rub against Minju’s bare pussy. 

Minju tried her best to hold back her moans but occasionally some slipped out which attracted the attention of people nearby. 

Not only do you have to deal with the weird glances from the passersby, but also your internal desire to fuck Minju then and there.  

At the last 100 meters, Minju’s soft moans suddenly became a deep groan, her whole body gripped on yours as she orgasms. A gush of fluid wettens your pants on the crotch area. 

Just as Minju recovered from her bliss, you spotted an empty alley and headed there. 

Making quick work of your pants with Minju still hanging on you, you swiftly inserted your cock into her drenched pussy. 

Guess she won’t have a clean skirt to go home with. 

Spooning - Taeyeon

*This one is a little long

After watching Aladdin at the cinema, you headed home alone. 

Windy, starry night, with roads empty due to the cold weather. You enjoyed this lonely feeling, it was what you’re used to after all. It brought peace to your mind, away from the loneliness in your shack, away from the judging eyes of society. 

All was good until a shady looking fella approached from the opposite direction. He was carrying a big gunny bag behind him, panting. It must’ve been heavy. 

At first glance, you would’ve assumed him to be a murderer, carrying a fresh corpse behind him. 

He approaches you and tells you hastily “Do you want a body pillow? It has a really beautiful lady on it.”

Totally weirded out. “No thanks, I have no use for it.”

“Just take it, bye.” He dumped the bag onto you, the weight of the bag bringing you down to the ground. He’s nowhere to be seen after you stood back up, disappeared into the wind. 

Not wanting to be fined for random disposal of garbage, you carried the gunny bag home. The road home was an ascend, filled with potholes and untamed bushes, fitting for the blighted part of town you live in. Those combined with your fat figure made you pant the whole way home. 

You carried the gunny bag home and opened the thing inside. Well at least he wasn’t lying when he said it had a beautiful lady on it at least. 

Beauty is relative, but the woman on the pillow was undoubtedly a good view for the eye, especially when compared to your face which only your mum could love.

The day was a long one for you. You were prepared to go to bed by then. Instead of throwing it away, you just hugged the body pillow and went to sleep. 

Sleeping naked, you wanted to rub the magic lamp before sleeping, but ultimately decided against it. Whilst falling asleep, you subconsciously rubbed the body pillow a few times, its material comfy enough to not become trash. 

Suddenly a weird smoke came out from the body pillow followed by a bright glow of light. 

You were temporarily blinded but when you regained vision you saw a fine lady in front of you. 

“Hi, my name is Taeyeon. I’m genie for you boy. Tell me your wish”

“Damn, I must’ve been way too absorbed in the movie to be dreaming like this.” You thought. 

“You’re not dreaming sir, I will fulfill 3 wishes of yours” 

Remembering how your life had been a family friendly film without any adult action scenes, more Spongebob than Fifty Shades of Grey, you’re not going to miss the dance to rectify that. 

“Well you do look quite hot, it won’t hurt to have a wet dream. I wish to fuck you while hugging you.” 

“Your wish is granted, Sir” 

Taeyeon slowly removed her clothes, her perky breasts bouncing out of her bra, her removal of panties unveiled her cleanly shaven pussy, all illuminated by moonlight shining on her fair skin. 

She snuck into your embrace, which wasn’t the most comfortable position due to your bloated size, but it still worked. Grabbing your adorably sized cock, she impaled herself onto your cock and started moving. 

Your sexual awakening felt incredible, Taeyeon’s pussy was tightly squeezing your cock. You couldn’t go very deep, and you felt sad about it. 

“I wish for you to praise me.” 

“Your wish is granted, Sir” 

Taeyeon’s moans went from soft squeaks to loud groans, her movement increasing in pace.

“Yes Sir, you fill me up so good.” Even though you knew she was just fulfilling your wish, you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself for the first time in your life. 

With the encouragement boost, you began to thrust your dormant hips into her, in unison with her thrusting down. 

“Sir, why are you growing bigger. Ahhh” 

You’re growing bigger, that’s good to know. Your banging grows in strength to the point of moving the bed with you. 

Your neighbours would look down on you even more but you didn’t care. For the first time in forever, you’re doing something you like and you won’t let others disturb you. 

“Hghhhh, I’m cumming Sir.”

“Me too. AHhhh, let’s cum together.” 

Together, something you weren’t particularly familiar with. The orgasm was great, the sex was great, but even better was doing it with someone who enjoyed and appreciated you. 

“One more round?” 

“Sorry but I’m too tired sir, you fucked me too good.”

“Thanks for saying that but you don’t need to flatter me.”

“No I mean it sir, you’re the best one I’ve had.” 

Warmth filled your insides, not only did your first sex didn’t go down the drain, she even praised you for being good. Your vision was becoming blurry, but you’re sure it was sweat flowing from your forehead. 

“Alright then, good night Taeyeon.”

“Good night Sir”

As you awaken the next morning, Taeyeon’s morning visuals stunned you. You haven’t had the chance to properly see how she looked but now that you did, she was gorgeous. 

At the same time, Taeyeon also woke up from her sleep. 

“Last night was incredible Sir. You were so good.” Her compliment made you replay the scene from yesterday. It had been a long time since anyone had said you’re good at anything. 

“That reminds me, you have one more wish Sir, please make the most out of it.”

“What will happen to you once I make my last wish? Will you just disappear? Will last night just be another sweet memory that I’ll forever replay in my mind?” Tears were beginning to form as you’re about to go back to the lonely dark self after experiencing how good things could’ve been. 

“Unfortunately. Yes Sir.” 

An idea suddenly struck you,  “What if I wish for you to stay with me forever?” 

“Your wish will always be fulfilled Sir.” 

“I wish for you to stay with me forever.” 

“Your wish is granted, Sir” 

With that, another burst of light blinded you and you’re left alone in your room again, back to square one. Why did you think that you could escape this lonely life destined for you?

One day as you’re going back home from another movie, you saw someone carrying a gunny bag.

The scene felt awfully familiar. You approached the person and realised it was a girl this time around.

“Hi, my name is Taeyeon. I’m from the Girls Generation Genie Team. We work to grant the wishes of all lonely kids in the area. Could you help me with this bag of supplies?” 

“Yes! Yes!” 

Maybe being a lonely kid wasn’t so bad afterall. 

A/N: Thanks for reading. Hope you’ve enjoyed it. Feel free to tell me anything wrong or where I still need to improve. 

[g4rous]

Sunlit memories (Garou x reader)

tags: slight mentions of blood, no warnings really

words: 1.3k

notes: hi lol finally dropped the second chapter of the fic, feel free to tell me your thoughts again it means the world 💕

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Chapter two

It had already been a week since that odd encounter with the mysterious guy, nonetheless you didn’t think much of it. The days weren’t as scorching as before, tempting you to go to the park to sketch even more. On one of your strolls you’ve noticed a cat lazing around your building and much to your glee it let you pet it almost every time it passed by. Despite occasionally having some work on your hands you even managed to clear away those 2 month-old boxes from when you first moved into your new apartment, finally tempted to call over a friend or two so they could see what you did with the place. At last you were getting used to the city and routines.

Well, at least that’s how you wanted it to be.

In reality the past week has been intriguing as it was chaotic. Monsters have been popping up and wreaking havoc even more fluently than before, making you question was moving here a mistake. Your daily strolls in that peaceful park reduced greatly with so much unease in the air. Even passing by one of the cafés wasn’t as soothing as before, since instead of music you only heard the citizens’ nervous chatter and rumors, most prominently about some “nutcase that hunts heroes for a hobby”. At this point walking home alone even after a relaxing day seemed straight up spine-chilling. To top it off “that dude” from before coincidentally just happened to cross paths with you almost every day, and you weren’t sure was it plain hilarious or just ridiculously awkward.

Be it at that same, now mostly deserted park from before, catching him speaking to some kid with a book in hand, or just in the passageway of one of the many alleys in the city, your curiosity grew even more. And the fact his occasional bruised, even bloody form caught your eyes more than once didn’t help. Even so, you’d always give a small wave, which he would (awkwardly) return. Truth be told, you were keen on actually starting a normal conversation with the man whose name still remained unknown. Why not? He doesn’t seem ill-mannered despite all the mystery surrounding him, too bad your plan to befriend often got spoiled by the fact he always seemed so preoccupied with something.

And here you are, waiting for the coffee machine at the nearest mini-market to deliver your drink while trying desperately not to glance over to that same man picking out what bag of chips to steal. (And yes, you bore witness to that before as well.)

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you sighed internally, keeping your eyes on the drink in-the-making.

Oddly enough, this actually seemed like a good opportunity to say hello. The machine finally finished its work, allowing you to take a good whiff of the delightful hot drink in your hands before taking a long waited sip.

“Eh, isn’t as good as when I make it but this’ll do.”

After glancing at him one more time, you mustered up the courage to walk in his direction. Though, as soon as you turned around someone else bumped into you, almost spilling your drink. A hero, to be exact. A tall man with black markings on his eye matching with his onyx hair, beside him three more who you couldn’t identify; one practically naked, the only clothing on him being a thong, heels and butterfly wings, one with light blond hair decorated with a peach headband and the last one wearing a dark expensive-looking suit with avocado patterns. Definitely didn’t see that one before.

The tall one was quick to apologize, to which you only gave a small, reassuring smile. Trailing your eyes to the other three, you noticed their stern, focused expressions, giving you the impression they didn’t come here for some junk food and sweets.

“Wonder what they’re up to,” you pondered after taking your eyes off them.

“Well, doesn’t matter to me anyways.”

After taking a small circle around the isle in front of you, the silver-haired teen was at long last close enough to converse with. Despite being right next to him, much to your surprise he didn’t bat an eyelid after you gave your signature wave.

“Um, I’m sure you already saw me when you came in but still-” you continued with a nervous smile“-I felt like I just had to say hi.”

And again you were greeted with more silence before he finally took the chips and turned the other way.

“Ah, sure. See ya then.”

“Yo, what?”

Was this some kind of a joke? Even that one haughty girl you remember you disliked in middle school wouldn’t give a response so numbingly dry.

Before you managed to ask any more questions, the man glanced over at your direction for a brief moment.

“Quit talking, they’re gonna think we’re friends or something.”

Standing there with a deadpan expression, drink still in hand you watched as he nonchalantly exited the store without the clerk noticing that unpaid bag of chips. At this point you regret even thinking about befriending him.

“So much for socializing,” you rolled your eyes and took another sip.

“Might just get a bag of chips myself. And pay for it.”

Sunlight shone from the store’s humble display window onto the handful of isles, making it look like a scene from some nostalgic 90s movie. Lost in thoughts, you stared at your sunlit reflection on one of the glass panes. The radio played one of your favorite songs, making you wish to stay in that comfy mini-market just a minute or two longer. Well, if only you didn’t turn around to see a bald man with a ridiculous-looking outfit and a horror-struck face trying to bargain the clerk to accept his expired coupons.

“Yeah, let’s just get out of this store already.”

Despite all the eccentric behavior you bore witness to today, one thing was still faintly clinging on to your mind as you walked down the almost empty street. Still somewhat irritated from that remark earlier, you’ve began to wonder what was that about in the long run, but on second thought you didn’t feel like getting any more annoyed.

You let out a small sigh before glancing at your phone. Looking ahead, now you were somewhat tempted to take a few good pictures of the sunlight reflecting on the eerie looking district about a hundred meters away. It was a ghost town filled with ghastly rumors, even so still incredibly intriguing.

“Huh, I wonder does anyone live there?”

However the instant those thoughts came to mind, your attention was drawn over to the alley on your left with its ruckus. You could’ve sworn to have heard some men shouting, yet before you even thought of retreating the other way you had already caught a glimpse of the commotion.

Two men lay sprawled out on the concrete, that half-naked hero and the one with the peach headband, both with a battered face. And if that sight didn’t stop you in your tracks, the familiar man behind the other two standing heroes from the store did.

That same silver-haired teen smirked at the two men equally battered as the ones unconscious on the floor. In spite of the blood trickling down his bruised fists, he kept an unshakeable stance. To say you couldn’t believe what you were seeing was an understatement. Just who the hell is this guy and what was he doing?

Just as he was seemingly about to make a remark towards the two heroes your presence caught him by surprise, which the two used slyly for an attack.

One made what seemed like a small smokescreen and afterwards all that was heard was the sound of the old parts of the building’s walls crumbling down. For a moment you were unsure whether to call someone to help or just back away from the scene altogether, not that it mattered since all you heard was a loud shout before black clouds overcame your vision.

[marsofaries]

The Itsy Bitsy Spider {Katsuki Bakugou x Reader}

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Cursing, Blood, Assault

Summary: Your grumpy (and ridiculously attractive) neighbor helps you rid of the spider in your new apartment. Things grow from there.

Notes: fem!Reader, ProHero!Bakugou, Bakugou hates feelings

That’s it. You were moving out.

So what, that you just managed to unpack the last box in your new apartment? One look at that eight-legged... creature, and it was their apartment now. You weren’t trying to be dramatic, but spiders were the absolute bane of your existence.

This led to you shakily standing over the said arachnid, a large All Might mug trembling faintly in your hands. 

“Oh shit, oh fuck-- FUCK!” You shrieked as the spider took a quick dart to its left. Nope. No way.

It had taken about an hour before the spider was successfully captive. Another hour to finally figure out what to do next. 

And now there you were, pacing back and forth in front of your neighbor’s front door, mumbling failed greetings to yourself like a desperate prayer.

“Hi, I’m-- that’s not right. How about ‘I just moved in and--.’ God, I sound like an idiot.” Gathering all of your courage, you rapped three quick knocks on the front of the wood. The urge to bolt was suddenly very powerful.

“I swear to God, Shitty Hair, if you-- Oh.” The door was suddenly swung open to reveal the most gorgeous person you had ever seen in your whole life. With biceps the size of your head, the man completely dwarfed you in size. He almost took up the entire space of the door, his spikey blond locks brushing the top the frame. Vermillion eyes stared at you cautiously as you forgot everything you were about to say. “The fuck you want?”

As you made no move to answer, the Greek god of a man pulled his lips into a scowl. 

“What are you, a fucking stalker or somethin’?”

That definitely brought you out of your reverence.

“W-What? No!”

A scoff left the man’s lips, and you suddenly wanted nothing more that to kick him straight in the jewels. However, you were on a mission. A mission to rid a tiny eight-eyed demon from your living room.

“There was a, uh...spider.” You slowly trailed off, waving weakly in the direction of your apartment across the hall.

 “A spider? Really?” The blond questioned condescendingly, rolling his stupidly-perfect crimson eyes.

A light flush brushed your cheeks in embarrassment as you stared down at your shoes. You were sure he was going to slam the door right in your face. But he didn’t.

The man brushed right past you, marching right though your open door-- making sure to loudly mumble as many complaints as he could. You stumbled after the tall blond, failing to keep up with his abnormally long strides.

You watched in silence as he crouched by the downturned mug, raising a single perfectly-sculpted brow. However, your silence was quickly turned into a squeak of horror when your neighbor dumped the spider into his bare-hand. 

For a moment of absolute terror, you thought the stranger was going to throw it at you.

Wide-eyed, you watched as he pushed open the nearest window and placed the spider on the railing of your fire-escape. Having pushed the window back down, the man turned back to leave your apartment. As he walked past, he shoved the now (thankfully) empty mug to your chest.

“W-wait!”

He paused, sliding his crimson gaze to yours.

“M-My name is (Y/L/N)… (Y/L/N) (Y/N).”

You weren’t quite sure why you felt the need to give him your name. Maybe it was because he helped you when you were absolutely sure he wouldn’t. Or maybe how he decided to let the bug free instead of kill it. Maybe it was the amused huff he let out when he heard your terrified squeak. Perhaps it was all three. You didn’t know.

His striking red eyes suddenly raked your frame before a smirk settled confidently on his all-too-attractive lips.

“Bakugou Katsuki.”

~~~

“HOLD THE FUCKING DOOR!” 

You let out a squeak at the sudden yell, sticking the toe of your nude-colored pumps between the sliding elevator doors. A muscled arm wedged itself between the doors, pulling them back open.

“You.” You breathed as none other than your extremely hot neighbor was revealed. The blond was clad in a loose black V-neck and sweatpants-- a large duffel bag thrown over his shoulder. His hair was slightly damp, as small beads of water dropped off the edge of his spikes every couple of seconds.

“Stalker.” He acknowledged with a grunt. The corner of Bakugou’s lips shot up at your protests.

The ride down to the lobby was relatively silent and slightly awkward. You kept switching your weight on both legs as you struggled to find something to say.

“The fuck you dressed so fancy for?” The explosive blond finally said. You couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief at the break in silence.

“I got a new job at All Might Bank!” You were pretty excited, as it was your first day. The bank itself was pretty fancy, and you were cheery that it was named after the old symbol of peace. All Might had been your favorite hero growing up but you grew out of your hero phase as you had gotten older. Nowadays you couldn’t tell one hero from the other.

You turned to Bakugou with a smile, content that he even cared about your life. It was quite a surprise when compared with the vibes he gave off.

“What about you?” You asked cheerily. 

“... Agency.” He grunted.

“Oh! Are you a model or something?” You knew it! There was no way that a man as attractive as Bakugou Katsuki was not the cover of every magazine. He was, just not for the reasons you thought. You watched in confusion as the explosive blond emitted a loud snort.

“Or something...”

DING!

You were almost sad as the elevator dinged, signaling the end of the ride. Although it was short, and mostly awkward, you found yourself enjoying his company. You walked side by side until you reached the doors to outside, pausing slightly when he went to part.

“Thank you.”

Bakugou froze at your expressed gratitude, studying your figure with renewed interest.

“You know... for the spider?” You seemed to lose all cognitive brain function when he looked at you with those frustratingly gorgeous vermillion eyes. Bakugou scoffed and turned away, muttering a quiet response. Little did you know that he was trying to hide a light blush.

“Whatever...”

~~~

You were happy to say that these shared elevator rides became a daily ritual, to the point where Bakugou started to bring you his delicious leftovers for your lunch (he made the meals especially for you, but would die before he ever admitted that). Before you knew it, you were quite smitten with the blond.

You couldn’t help but replay this morning’s occurrence in your head as you filed checking account after checking account.

 “Good morning, Bakugou-kun!” You called as you exited your apartment. You didn’t even have to look anymore. Bakugou had a habit of waiting for you outside your door to give you his most current dish. 

“Morning.” He grunted in response, hating the way his heart skipped a beat.

His eyes scanned over your form, (longer than considered friendly) as he checked your outfit. Bakugou always seemed to have some sort of fashion-ready advice on the tip of his tongue, and with you still thinking he was a model-- you were more that happy to comply. And also for the fact that he really did have a good eye for it.

“Undo the top two buttons… you look like a nerd.”

Your eyes quickly flashed to your white button-up, pulling at the two buttons with one hand.

“Better?”

Bakugou only grunted in approval. He was trying to act like he wasn’t on the verge of kissing the ever-lasting life out of you.

~~~

“Hey, Newbie! Get me a coffee, will ya?” You were quickly pulled out of your daydream by one of your (slightly arrogant) bosses.

“Of course, sir.” You answered as you hurried to the other side of the bank. You’ve been at your new job (and apartment) for about a month, and they still won’t let up on the whole “newbie” stuff. 

You sighed as you waited by the coffee maker, situated right to the left of the big glass entrance. Oh, how you would have loved to pour that coffee right over your boss’ head. Too lost in your own head, you failed to notice the suspicious group of men heading straight for the vault until one of them grabbed your arm.

“What the fu--”

“EVERYBODY DOWN OR SHE DIES!” 

Oh shit! Oh fuck! Your mind was reeling at a million miles per hour. The man had pulled you to where your back was to his front, and had a blade pressed against your throat. It seemed to come out of the inside of his wrist, being a relatively deadly quirk if handled correctly.

Everyone within the pristine building froze but quickly dropped to the floor after some warning shots from one of the robbers. Another suddenly morphed into some sort of beast and marched to the steel vault door.

You suddenly wished that you had a more physical quirk, cursing it for being so useless in this situation. Yeah, you knew basic self-defense, but it would be futile with three other villains in your midst.

Minutes felt like hours, and you could only hope that someone had alerted the police and nearby heroes. You winced as the blade dug into the delicate skin of your throat.

A sudden explosion burst through the skylight of the building, raining glass shards on the hostages. All at once, people were screaming, running, and blast after blast started ringing in your ears. You let out a sigh of relief.

The heroes were here.

Using the distraction, you quickly gripped the man’s arm tight below the base of the blade. You pulled it away from your neck ever so slightly, ducking your head to pull yourself through the gateway you had created. Keeping your hands locked at the base of the robber’s wrist, you twisted his arm and shoved up-- forcing it to pop from its socket.

A sudden bump to your shoulder from a running hostage caused you to slip up on your little self-defense sequence, allowing the man to break from your grip. He whipped around to face you, holding his dislocated arm. You panicked, so... you socked him in the face.

He let out an enraged cry, thick blood gushing from his nose. You were a bit surprised with how easy it was to land a hit on him. You thought that villains would have been more prepared before robbing a bank named after All Might.

Oh, well.

You punched him again in the nose for good measure, and he was out like a light. His hot red blood coated your knuckles, and you gagged in disgust. Ew. You wiped the back of your dominant hand on you button-up absentmindedly, before being shoved to the floor by your panicking boss. Wow. Your limbs felt like mush now that the adrenaline was wearing off, and you suddenly couldn’t find the strength to pick yourself off of the floor.

A final explosion went off, followed by the most desperate and wretched call you had ever heard in your entire life. And the call... sounded suspiciously like your name.

Your eyes shot up at the scream, searching frantically for the owner of that voice. You knew that voice, you only ever heard it in grunts and light-hearted mocking sentences, but you knew that voice.

“Katsuki.” You breathed, eyes suddenly locked on familiar crimson irises. 

Relief flooded his features as he saw you, and was at your side in seconds-- dropping quickly to his knees. 

“Oh my god.” Bakugou breathed, grabbing your head and cradling it tight to his chest and-- what the fuck was he wearing? Wait, there was no way... he was the explosion hero you saw on the news! Holy fuck!

“You scared the shit out of me! Do you know how terrified I was when I heard there was trouble at your work?! And you didn’t answer your goddamn phone? Jesus Christ, (Y/N).” Worried rambles fell rapidly out of Bakugou’s lips, seemingly void of any filter. You would have been ecstatic by his cute little worrying if your mind wasn’t reeling by the fact that your crush neighbor was one of the top ten heroes in Japan.

He suddenly grasped both sides of your face and pulled back so you were eye to eye.

“Are you hurt? I swear to God, if someone hurt you-- I’ll fucking kill them.” Bakugou’s eyes were frantically scanning your face, looking for any sign of injury.

“...Katsuki?” You mumbled softly, and he immediately froze. He felt his heart lurch in his throat as his name tumbled from your lips. You, on the other hand, were completely, and utterly lost. “You’re a pro-hero?”

“....What?” Bakugou questioned dumbly. “You could have been seriously hurt and that’s the first thing you think about?”

“What? I thought you were a model.” You whined, lightly smacking his chest.

At this, Bakugou let out a loud laugh, and you just watched in awe. You had never seen him laugh before. Even though half his face was smeared in black makeup and little injuries littered his skin-- it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in your life. He pulled back to look at you, but suddenly froze.

“You’re hurt! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?!” Bakugou shouted, spotting bright red stains on the front of your blouse. You quickly grabbed his hand, hoping to soothe his panicking.

“Hey, hey!” You yelped, gaining his attention. “It’s not mine.” 

You gestured over to the villain knocked out next to you.

“Holy shit.” Katsuki breathed, before turning his vermillion gaze back to yours. A quiet, amused huff escaped his lips. “So you’re afraid of a spider, but can knock out a villain?” He questioned teasingly.

A light blush covered your cheeks, causing you to force your eyes down. You suddenly noticed just how close you two were. You were situated about half way onto Bakugou’s lap, as one of his large hands softly held your waist. The other was still trapped between your own. This caused your blush to only darken.

“Hey, eyes up here.” Bakugou muttered, lifting his hand from your waist and to the base of your chin. You force your eyes back up to his, but couldn’t help but sneak a quick glance to his lips. However, Bakugou saw it, and that was all it took.

Bakugou crashed his lips onto yours, and you were quick to respond. You tangled your hands within his soft blond locks, allowing him to completely dominate the kiss. His hands held you tightly to his body, refusing to give even an inch of space between you two. He didn’t let go even as you pulled back for air, his lips chasing after yours.

Time seemed to stop while he was kissing you, and every one was distressed with the thought of losing you. It was soft and sweet, and then rough and desperate-- the sweet smell of caramel, of Bakugou, invading all of your senses. 

You finally broke for air, breaths mingling shamelessly. Bakugou rested his forehead on yours, wanting nothing more than to never let you go.

“I’m so glad I found you, Stalker.”

Bonus:

A low whistle dragged out across bank, turning the couples’ gazes over to a certain hardening hero.

“SHITTY HAIR, I SWEAR TO--”

The End.

Notes:  This was my first imagine! I hope you guys liked it!

The police watching the final scene like: 👁👄👁 can we go home?

[gojology]

Job Benefits (Part Three)

broken routines - chapter three.

you can find part two here : 

part two : undesirable pairing : ceo! gojo x female reader warnings : cursing wordcount : 1442 a/n : im highly disappointed with this but im very hyped abt writing part 4 and uh i need to change my writing style sooner or later wtf is this mess LOL

     If there’s one thing Gojo knows more then his own body, it’s routines.       It’s what he grew up around, coming from such a bustling family. Since he learned how to walk, he had attended many interviews, gone to parties, all in one day. Of course, it was commonplace in his already hectic life. He saw routine in everything.      Imagine his shock when you came into the office in an outfit that differed so greatly from your regular one that his jaw might unhinge and fall off.      He can’t wrap his head around why, but he’s utterly confused as to why you changed this up. Was it permanent, and why the change? He had many questions going through his head. This is one of the many negative traits Gojo Satoru has; he thinks his input is important, even though the majority of time it is... Maybe it was somewhat justified. But he doesn’t realize how unnecessary it comes out to be when no one asked.      No one had ever told him no, of course they hadn’t, he was ranked nationally as an important kid due to his wit and charismatic personality, essential for entering the business industry.     When he opened his mouth to speak, even at 8 years old at his parent’s conferences, the old professionals would all look at him, keenly waiting for his orders, or perhaps his opinion. This was what he grew up having; so naturally he didn’t know any boundaries, nor did he know when to close his mouth.      But that’s besides the point, he thoroughly enjoyed the look on you.     He takes his normal trip down the hallway into your office, humming a tune, a messy stack of papers in one hand, a custom ceramic mug in the other; made personally just for him. He expects to see you in your regular outfit, a pencil skirt, white t-shirt, the short clicky heels, and the black blazer. It certainly made for an excellent example of casual, formal attire.      Unexpectedly, you’re not. You’re calling someone, phone perched delicately on your shoulder almost as if it’s supposed to slip out, your hair framing your face. Lips parting as you start responding to whatever is on the opposite side, and he notices an evident gloss, your lips are a different color too.      You glance up at him and gesture to your phone, and his hands are shoved deep into his pockets, taking this extra time to examine you up and down. White turtleneck, layered alongside a slightly unbuttoned dress shirt with a crisp warm toned brown trench coat. Not too long, not too short.       Simple gold jewelry adorned your neck, and his eyes caught onto the gold bracelet that jingled on your arm as you swayed it around; he kinda found it cute how even when the person you were talking to wasn’t in front of you, you were still so animated.      Gojo can’t see your pants nor your shoes, but he’s about to enter cardiac arrest because truthfully he didn’t expect that you knew how to dress.     “What?” you say, words dripping with venom and menace, putting the phone back down. He’s taken aback, what’s with the tone?      “What do you mean, what, (Y/N)?” giving you a shit eating grin, he takes a step closer to your table.     “Answer my question, I asked first.” you shot back, now crossing your legs, you hope you look bored just to add more insult to injury. The guy deserved it for thinking the world revolved around him.      He doesn’t answer, instead staring at you, setting his cup of coffee onto the already crowded tabletop, slightly hunched over. You feel your heart drop. Fuck, maybe seeking some sort of symbolic revenge against your boss wasn’t the best of ideas.    Actually, none of your ideas were the best last night. Naturally you’d only think up disasters when you were under distress.     “What’s with the new outfit? Buy a new fashion sense on Amazon?” he finally inquires, a tinge of sarcasm in his voice, brushing your... Rude words aside.      You shrug, pulling out your planner from the drawer and mumbling, biting your pen before writing inside, they’re mindless words. You hope your acting is good, because you want to cry again even at the slight sound of those words. “I don’t know, I felt like I would try something different.” Fuck, were was the sass? Why did you answer nervously? Why did you feel so scared?      There was obviously something that you wanted to do rather then chit chat with him, and Gojo’s now unoccupied hand rubs his neck, this was suddenly so awkward, even for someone as lively as him.     “Hm. Right. Anyways, these were in the printer.” he slaps the freshly printed lukewarm pages onto your desk. “Figured these were yours, still had your name on them.”      “Ah. Thanks.” you say before yawning, covering your mouth before sliding the papers back into the drawer behind you- as if you had no care for them. Actually, you didn’t. This was apart of your master plan that you had crafted at 1 AM last night, too exhilarated to rest. You would print papers out in Gojo’s printer, which you had used once in a while prior so it wouldn’t be too suspicious, and since Gojo never left the dang office he’d hear the sounds and return them to you.       Both of you were silent again, and he’s debating between hitting you up with a topic of conversation, perhaps a joke, but you seem so uninterested he’s not sure if it’s the right moment.      “Just to let you know- your lunch break is in 10 minutes.” he adds, whistling to try to appear careless, but he could feel his heart sinking. You were acting unusually cold, no dramatic tantrums from you that he usually loved. In fact, that was the whole reason why he liked coming to your office. That, and the cute stationary.     “Ah! Really?” you make sure to act like you just got a ticket to heaven, just as a petty way of saying, “Hey. You’re boring. I want to get out.” and Gojo’s pretty sure that all the contents of his heart was shattered now.       Hmph. Whatever, if you continued this behavior he’d swear he’d fire you, but even he knows that’s not true. He had grown fond about you over the small amount of time that you had worked as his secretary, besides, what was a good work life if you didn’t have a good relationship with your very own secretary? He’s sure his banter doesn’t affect you.     “Yeah.” he says, now quiet. He turns his back on you, pausing for a quick moment before walking out, not before he bangs the top of his forehead against the door frame, which earned a slight groan out of him, and just like that he left. You still hear the faint clicking against the tile floor from his shoes.       You exhaled a sigh you didn’t know you were holding, twirling your office chair to look at the large window pane behind your desk. This was something you admired about the architecture of the building you worked out. Every single office had a large window facing Tokyo, so late working hours would always involve beautiful city lights and the bustling of night life.       The sun and sky was bright and cheery, and it comforted your frazzled body. Today wasn’t as bad as yesterday, but it still felt strange from not having your daily ridiculous conversation with Gojo- and strangely you missed it.       Instilled with energy and motivation, you stand up, pulling your bento out of your bag, determined to go through with the rest of your plan. You knew Gojo had a good friend that worked here, Keto Sugareu or something like that. You’d have lunch with him, work your feminine charms, and that was that.       It wasn’t like you wanted to, but a part of you so desperately wanted to prove to Gojo that you could be smart, witty, yet sexy at the same time. You weren’t a prude- just someone not as exposed to these lifestyles.     But you didn’t really eat your lunch in the break room, rather, you were almost always in your very own office. If you weren’t found in there, it’d either be the bathroom or conspiring to steal Gojo’s luxury coffee machine at your house. Infact, you’re not even quite sure if you remember how it looks like.    “Whatever.” you mumble to yourself, before scooping up your utensils and napkins and heading out for the break room.      You shouldn’t have ever stepped foot into that cursed hellish room that day.

nice to see u down here, u want chapt 4? too bad. just kidding! here, have at it.  chapter four : conspiring     

[luvdsc]

let’s play pretend.

what if we’re in love? haha, just kidding... unless?

pairing :: na jaemin x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + college au word count :: 1,552 words warnings :: none playlist :: talk too much (coin) ⋆ face (woosung) ⋆ pretend (bad suns) ⋆ la belle femme (hunny) ⋆ love you like crazy (taeyeon) author’s note :: best f2l is the ultimate trope sorry i don’t make the rules

Persistent fratboys at parties are the absolute worst. Already early into the night, you find yourself unable to shake off the latest leech in all his snapback and rayban glory. Why is it that they never back off until you’re forced to lie about a significant other? If you’re lucky, they’ll stop there. It’s quite stupid how they’ll let you go only if you suddenly have a boyfriend, rather than simply understanding that you aren’t interested. Perhaps, they’re too scared to confront how undesirable they actually are.

Literally, nobody wants someone who owns salmon shorts and more button up shirts with palm trees than necessary. Never mind the fact that you’ve seen this guy participate in more forties at four than actually attend his classes sober if he even makes it to your shared A.I. ethics lecture at eight in the morning. And he’s wearing those god awful sperry boat shoes with no socks. Inwardly, you shiver.

Eyes flitting around, you desperately try to see if you can find any one of your friends nearby who can take you out of your misery, but Yeji and Yerim are already mixed in the drunken dancing crowd, and you can’t find Donghyuck or Jeno anywhere. Renjun had been standing with you prior, but he already went home a few minutes ago because he had midterms early tomorrow morning. However, perhaps Lady Luck understands your woes because you spot your best friend coming out of the kitchen.

You quickly grab his arm, pulling Jaemin over. “Sorry, I’m here with him already.”

“This is your boyfriend?” the guy asks skeptically, unabashedly staring at your friend in question.

“Yep. Yes, that’s him. My boyfriend. Love of my life. My other half. His name is Jaemin.”

Jaemin turns to look at you, somewhat confused. You try to send some sort of telepathic message to him, and to your relief, it seems that he understands when you shoot him a look of mixed panic and desperation.

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m the boyfriend. The super significant other.” He reconfirms your answer and returns the male’s stare, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up.

Great. Nothing says “I love you” more than a common hand signal found on YouTube videos. Maybe you should tell fratboy to hit the subscribe button, too. Subscribe to see more daily mishaps in the life of Y/N and watch as she digs an even deeper hole for herself.

The boy scoffs, crossing his arms across his chest, as he shakes his head in disbelief. You are temporarily distracted, almost impressed even, at how his styled hair doesn’t even move. You really need to know where he gets his hair products.

“Really? It doesn’t seem like it.”

 Slipping his arm around your waist smoothly, Jaemin tugs you closer, and you freeze, pressed up snugly against his side. You really didn’t think this one through. Swallowing hard, you force your body to relax. It’s no big deal, it’s not like you’ve been harboring a crush on your best friend for months and have been trying to get over him for the sake of friendship.

“I don’t know what to tell you, but I’ve been in love with her ever since she fell asleep on me in our macroeconomics class.”

You smile sheepishly as you remember your first meeting, pretending that his words didn’t affect your heart as much as it actually did whilst simultaneously thanking the stars that he was always a quick thinker. His lips quirk up in the corners into that sweet smile you always adore before he presses a tender kiss to your temple that has you going dizzy. Your cheeks warm up as you duck your head, attempting to hide the bashful expression on your face.

“She had on this pale blue fluffy sweater, and she reminded me of a cute baby blue jay. She had a green notebook decorated with corgi stickers and always took really neat notes with this pen that had a flower chain attached to the top and had the prettiest handwriting. I remember thinking to myself, I better take good notes even though I never took notes before, just so I could give them to her as an excuse to talk to her afterwards.”

He absentmindedly draws circles on your hip, making you even more flustered not only from his actions, but also shocked that he remembers all of that even down to the outfit you were wearing. Heck, you didn’t even remember what you wore that day. He gazes at you, smiling fondly, and your breath hitches in your throat. His eyes look so sincere, sparkling under the harsh strobe lights, and if you didn’t know any better, you really thought he may have loved you back. A dull ache starts to form in your chest at that silly daydream. “She looked really cute, leaning against my shoulder like that, and even her snoring was adorable.”

You gasp at that, looking at him indignantly. “I don’t snore!”

“You’re right, I’m sorry, angel. Forgive me?”

He pauses and leans down, his lips millimeters away from yours, before hesitating and lingering there, so close yet so far away. Your heart nearly skips a beat from how naturally the sweet term of endearment slips from his lips and from the close proximity between you and him. From the corner of your eye, you can still see that fratboy standing there. You had almost forgotten he even existed: the sole, annoying cause of your current predicament. To seal the deal and perhaps for a little bit of a selfish reason, you lean forward, closing the distance and grazing your lips against his.

Your hands are on his chest, nervously tugging on the lapels of his jacket, and his are placed on your waist, gently tugging you impossibly closer. You’re quite certain Jaemin can feel how fast your heart is beating with how tight your bodies are now pressed together, but that’s the least of your worries right now. The only thoughts that pop up in your mind is that one, his lips are slightly chapped, yet incredibly soft; two, he’s a very good kisser; and three, mission: “how to get over having a crush on your best friend” is a complete and utter failure.

When you reluctantly pull away from him, his nose nudges yours softly, and your eyes flutter open. He is looking at you with parted lips, hazy eyes, and an indiscernible gaze that causes you to feel a whole colony of butterflies in your stomach. Any words that had come to mind have now flown out the window, and you can’t tear your eyes away from the radiant boy in front of you.

“Maybe we should do that again. Just in case, you know? To really send a message to that douche,” he mutters quietly, his eyes searching yours for confirmation. You give him an almost imperceptible nod, relenting to your heart this time instead of your mind.

It feels as if it’s simply the two of you standing there, the rest of your surroundings fading away and the music slowing down in the background. You look up at him from under your lashes, eyes fluttering close once more. Jaemin presses his mouth against yours firmly this time, with certainty, almost as if he meant it, as if his lips are made solely for kissing yours. And in that moment, you truly believe that he’s in love with you. 

You are dazed, absolutely starstruck, until the two of you break apart, until you remember why this all came to be, and your heart comes crashing back to earth. Those seven minutes in heaven were utterly heavenly in your little bubble of make-believe universe with only you and him. You almost don’t want to open your eyes, but you do, and you find yourself staring back at him.

And just as you’ve always known, Jaemin looks absolutely breath taking, impossibly ethereal, and one hundred percent devastatingly heart wrenching: a modern day Adonis in the flesh. He gives you a shy smile, pretty eyes glimmering as if he stole from the night sky himself. You’re so close that you can count every single long dark lash framing his starry eyes and feel the warmth radiating from his blushing cheeks. His lips are red and slightly swollen, and you feel as if you had just ruined a masterpiece from the Louvre.

Your cherry lip gloss has been smudged onto his lips, and you reach out to carefully wipe it off. He gently catches your hand when you move it away and intertwines his fingers with yours. Your breath hitches in your throat once more, and you admire the way your hand fits perfectly in his for a few stolen moments until the dream is shattered once more and you’re pulled back to reality.

“Thanks, Jaemin. He’s gone now, so you don’t have to pretend to be in love with me anymore,” you mumble softly, slowly pulling your hand away and giving him an apologetic smile.

He reaches out to gently brush his finger tips against the apples of your cheeks before delicately tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. When you finally dare to meet his eyes, Jaemin is gazing at you with the most tender expression imaginable.

“Who says I was pretending?”