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Make Me Proud | (Sub!Rafe)

Pairing: sub!Rafe x domme!Reader

Synopsys: Rafe and Reader finally get to release their pent up tension from the Halloween party. He wants to earn his prize so they explore a new way of pleasure together.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), anal play (m receiving), oral (f receiving), fluff

Word Count: 6.4k

A/N: Hii!!! I know it took me a while but it's finally finished! I hope you enjoy this smutty goodnes and that it was worth the wait! Let me know what you think! I'm excited for them exploring more ways to give/receive pleasure!

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Make Me Proud

The harsh rays of sun pricked at his eyelids forcing him to awaken against his will, letting out a pained groan. Blinking his eyes open he slowly begun to gather his bearings and the first thing he noticed was the emptiness of the bed next to him.

There was a low pang in his chest at her absence. The second thing he noticed was the pounding in his head, no doubt attributed to the hangover bound to ruin his day. He made such a huge mistake downing all those shots last night. As the memories started flooding back he became aware of just how much of a fool he'd made of himself. In front of her, to make shit ten times worse. Just as he was beginning to wonder if his behavior caused her to leave, the door slowly opened and he watched her tiptoe inside, unaware of his inner turmoil.

Once her eyes landed on his sprawled out figure she realized he was finally awake. Had she been up for several hours, bored out of her mind but not wanting to wake him? Maybe. Did she sneak into the kitchen to make them both a cup of coffee when she finally got sick of laying motionless next to him? Perhaps.

"Morning, sunshine." She smirked at his response, an unamused grunt. He was definitely feeling the aftermath of those drinks. She felt kinda bad for him but it was his own fault he was in this state.

"What time is it?" His morning voice always got her tummy fluttering and today was no different. The ways in which this man drove her insane were unfathomable to her.

"Nine. I thought you'd sleep longer. The house is still dead." She made her way back to bed, giving him a generous view of her bare thighs as she shuffled in next to him. He barely noticed the coffee cup right in front of his face, too distracted by how soft and sexy her legs looked and how she still smelled so damn good even after a long night.

"Rafe..." her voice sounded half amused half exasperated, causing him to finally snap his attention back to her face and see the amused expression she bore. He blushed at being caught so blatantly ogling her, but he didn't try to play it off. There was no need to anyway, she knew just how attracted he was to her.

He took the cup with a small thank you, forcing himself into a somewhat upright position and downing half of it in one go. She scoffed out a laugh and rolled over to the bedside table to grab him a bottle of water she put there last night. Once she turned back she caught him staring at her ass, which had peeked out from under his shirt she was wearing. Raising her eyebrow at catching him, again, in under 2 minutes, he paid her back with a sheepish smile.

Those damn dimples always got to her. She was a sucker like that. He didn't need to know how quickly she got weak for him though, so she bit back her smile and decided to keep on a face of neutrality, knowing it drove him crazy when he couldn't tell what mood she was in.

"Are you hungry?" She casually posed the question while scrolling on her phone and he wished she'd just look at him instead. Pathetic. But hey, he was accepting it. She drove him insane every single day and he liked it.

"A little... The burger helped, though. Thanks." He gave her a cute smile almost causing her to break her act, but she perservered. He was just too fun to mess with, she couldn't help herself.

"You're welcome." She went back to her phone and he pouted. The throbbing in his head was making him more impatient than usual so he snapped and forced her into a bear hug, almost knocking the wind out of her.

"Rafe!" He laughed into her skin, enjoying the sound of her carefree giggle more than he thought possible.

"Get off!" Her words had no real bite to them, so he just pulled away slightly, just to look at her face.

"Thank you for taking care of me. And I'm sorry for getting drunk." He kissed her sweetly, almost making her lose her head completely. These moments of gentle affection always had both of their heads spiraling.

"You're lucky you're cute.." she sighed out a labourious breath and he laughed at the dramatics.

"I'm very lucky." He was looking at her with the most lovesick expression, she couldn't handle it. She had to break the moment before it broke her.

"Indeed. And quite desperate, based on all the begging you were doing last night." She was kinda mean for bringing that up. He was confused for all of 5 seconds before he realized what begging she was referring to. Once he did, his skin turned bright pink and the temperature of his body rose.

He had begged her to let him go down on her like a little bitch. Dear God, the embarrassment was about to eat him up, the blush not letting up for a moment.

She cracked a smile then, breaking the stoic act and he felt an immediate relief at that. He remembered what she'd told him - that he didn't need to be embarrassed about his desires. So he swallowed down his pride and awkwardness and decided to end this little game of hers. Instead of becoming sheepish he got serious.

"You still haven't told me how I can earn it." His words shook her. She was enjoying teasing him and then he flipped the switch. She could see the smirk begging to be let out at the corner of his lips, his eyes hungry and not hiding his arousal at all. She had a feeling that if she took the covers off he'd be packing a hard-on again. He was playing with fire.

"You really want to earn it?" Her eyes shifted and her domme voice returned. His skin was buzzing with excitement, hoping to finally get something out of her.

"Yes, ma'am." He smiled and she could feel her composure slipping away.

"Just wanna make you feel good." His voice dropped an octave and she could feel the dampness in her panties, the temperature in the room heating up.

"I feel good when I make you feel good, baby." Teasing, teasing, teasing. He knew she was playing him again. He swallowed, mouth feeling dry at the way she was looking at him.

"I want to taste you so bad." There it was. The honest response. She didn't want him pretending he was only interested in it for her benefit and now he was finally being truthful.

"Yeah?" She got on top of him, lips inches apart. His breath becoming her own as she stared deep into his eyes, testing his limits.

"Yes....please..." she kissed him then. A kiss so heated it could probably warm up an entire room. Little whines left his throat as she bit down on his lip, feeling his erection pressing into her ass. He was so gone.

"Please." It was a whisper, she barely heard it but she had. And boy did it have her losing her damn mind. The desperation he exhibited for her drove her wild. She had to pull away in order for both of them to catch their breaths again. God, was he testing her.

"I love the way you beg, baby." She whispered into his ear, leaving soft, wet kisses on his neck, causing him to groan... it was such a delicious torture.

"Fuck..." his whines got louder when she bit into that spot where his neck and shoulder meet, eyes rolling back. She was everything.

She had a whole scene in her mind then, clear as day. Trying to think of all the logistics was proving difficult when she was so damn turned on, causing her to pull away. He whined at the loss of contact, nearly shedding a tear. She'd built him up so high he didn't think he could survive her rejection now.

She took the water bottle and took a huge gulp, his lust filled eyes tracing her features, trying to figure out how to stop her from pulling away from him further. He thought he'd definitely cry if she did, too turned on to function. She tried getting up off of him, causing him to whine and wrap his hands around her, refusing to let her go. She nearly laughed seeing the desperation on his face, the sheer need to keep her there.

"Baby. Let go." He reluctantly loosened his grip, looking at her with big, sad eyes nearly breaking her heart.

"It's okay, sweet boy." She kissed his cheek and then shocked him by squirting water on his face. He gasped, looking at her in bewilderment. She couldn't help but laugh then.

"What..?" The confusion on his face made her laugh harder. She needed to cool them both down and this was the first thing she could think of. She can't have this conversation if she isn't thinking clearly.

"I'm sorry, I just needed you to snap out of it. Sorry, baby." She wiped the remaining water off his face. She kissed him again and pushed herself further away from him, so she can think.

"What the hell?" He was mumbling, still half in shock making her feel a bit guilty.

"Look if you're serious then we need to talk. I can't think when we're..." she drifted off then, causing him to realize what happened. She was having trouble controlling herself just as he was, so she did a silly thing to help herself think. He felt endeared, realizing that the moment had affected her just as strongly as it did him.

"Okay. Talk." He was nodding, sitting up, facing her, trying to ignore the painful boner she left him with.

"You want to be a good boy?" How was he supposed to stay calm when she says shit like that to him? Damn.

"Yes." He struggled to stay still, not to draw nearer, to feel her skin against him again. It was so hard.

"Remember when you said you were open to anal play?" Her words shook him to his core. She could see the shock in his eyes before he had a chance to mask it.

"Ye-yeah. I remember..." he wasn't sure where this was going anymore.

"Are you still? Or did you just say that cause you thought it's what I wanted to hear?" He was shaking his head before she even finished the question.

"No. I- I meant it. I want to try." She smiled at him then, a soft look on her face the polar opposite of how she looked just minutes ago.

"Yeah?" He nodded, urging her to believe him. He had no idea what she was planning but he wanted nothing more than to do whatever she wanted. Even if he was nervous.

"I want to be your good boy." His words nearly had her eyes roll back but she managed to control herself. He was so fucking hot when he gave himself to her completely.

"Okay. Well, we need to prepare, we can't do it now-"

"Why not?" The whine was louder and brattier than he intended causing her to cock a brow at him.

"Well for one I don't have lube here, and-"

"I do!" This took her by surprise. But he interrupted her twice now and that was not acceptable.

"Okay, that's good. But if you interrupt me one more time we're not having any sex at all in the forseeable future." Her voice was authoritative, making him feel embarrassed at how childish he was acting.

"I'm sorry." He looked it too, so she accepted it with a nod.

"Okay. Well, we still can't do it here. I'd like us to shower first and have privacy." She was listing things, looking so cute while she rationalized their sex life. It would have been comical if it weren't driving him insane.

He knew she didn't want to shower in his house, having offered her the option before and being met with a horrified look and a respectful decline. She claimed she liked his friends but she didn't trust their hygiene in the slightest, causing him to laugh and agree with her. He loved her shower though. He got to use her pretty smelling shampoo and he always felt extra clean and sated after showering at her apartment.

"Then lets go to your place." It was a no brainer to him. She thought of all the possible issues but given that her plans for his first time trying anal play were small, she figured it would be fine without all the usual prep. They'd build up to that eventually.

"Okay." He lit up like a christmas tree.

"Really?" She chuckled at his newfound enthusiasm.

"Yes, really. But if you change your mind at any point you need to tell me, okay?" He was nodding along quickly but she didn't forget the initial apprehension on his face and she'd be damned if she let him do something he isn't into to try and please her. Not on her watch.

They got dressed and packed up their stuff pretty quickly, the excitement in the air palpable. Some people finally started to wake up just as they were leaving the house, catching a few "screw you's" for running off before the clean up from last night began. They didn't care, too wrapped up in each other and the anticipation of what's to come to be bothered.

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They picked up some sandwiches on the way back to her apartment, at her insistence. He was way too excited for what she had planned to think about food, but his stomach thanked her all the same when his hunger was sated.

They didn't waste any time taking their clothes off and getting in the shower. It was such a wonderful moment between them, soft and loving, he way they washed each other from all the sweat and grime from the night before. She handled him more delicately than anyone ever had in his life, and he always felt so damn safe and taken care of when she touched him like that. As the shower drew to an end, they shared some lingering, warm kisses, igniting the fire from earlier all over again in a slow burning flame.

Anticipation was killing him, driving him wild with every second that passed of them drying off and getting ready in her room. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous, but it was nothing compared to how excited he felt. The trust he had in her was so complete, he knew he was always safe with her to explore these kinks without danger or judgement. He knew she'd never force him to do anything he wasn't willing to do, and that opened up the door for him to get braver and more comfortable with trying new things.

They were on her bed, still naked from the shower, not feeling any need to prolong the inevitable. She kissed him slow and deep, tongues meeting in a teasing dance, driving them both wild. The little sounds he let out were going straight to her core. She was so excited about this, she had a feeling he'd love the sensation of having his ass played with and it made her proud that he was trusting her in this sensitive moment.

"Tell me the colors again." She ordered, kissing his neck, winding him up further. She always insisted he reminds himself of the colors, so there was no chance of a miscommunication in the heat of the moment.

"Green, yellow, red. I know the drill." He quickly listed the colors, exasperated and so turned on he could barely breathe.

"Don't get sassy." She warned, still kissing his skin, over his collar bones and shoulders. She loved to kiss the freckles on his body, finding them so damn beautiful.

He was struggling to breathe, forcing deep breaths into his lungs, while she worked him over, touching and kissing everywhere. His skin was flushed, muscles taut with restraint. It felt so good, her touch, he wondered how he didn't melt right into a puddle every time her skin was on his.

She kept exploring him with her fingerips and lips, nibbling on a nipple, lightly scratching down his abs, amping him up, every nerve ending so sensitive. His cock was hard as a rock and she couldn't help but smirk at his twitching, trying so hard to be good and not do anything she didn't tell him to.

She completely ignored his erection, instead focusing on massaging his balls causing moans to leave his lips. She loved the sounds he made, could get high on them.

"That feel good, huh?" She teased, kissing his thighs while she slowly moved one hand lower, barely touching his sensitive hole. He gasped as soon as her fingers brushed him there, finally grasping just how close she was to opening him up in a whole new way.

She laid kisses on his skin as her fingers slowly massaged around his hole, causing him to groan at the teasing tempo. He needed more, she was driving him nuts.

She could tell he was getting antsy, face flushed and little, desperate whines leaving his swollen lips. She reached for the bottle of lube she'd prepared, cracking it open and squeezing a generous amount on her fingers. Rubbing her fingers to warm them up, she looked at him, holding his breath in preparation.

"What's your color, baby?" She spread his legs wide open for better access, leaving him completely exposed in front of her.

"Green." The answer was immediate, a deep longing in his voice. He kept his eyes on her, eager to see every movement she made.

"I'm gonna go slow, okay? Nothing crazy. I promise." He was nodding, impatient yet grateful for the reassurance.

"Okay. Just please do something." She smiled at his little whine and decided to put him out of his mysery.

Her fingers finally made contact with the sensitive skin around his hole, massaging slowly, warming him up, making sure to put a decent amount of lube on his entrance. The massage felt so good he couldn't imagine how it could get better.

She kissed his tummy as she slowly eased the tip of her finger into his tight hole, causing a desperate gasp to leave him. She kept a watchful eye on his face, paying attention to every expression, every breath, twitch and sound that left him. She kissed his skin as she kept massaging and lightly slipping her finger into him deeper, going slowly not to overwhelm him. She was so damn turned on at how good he was being, proud of how brave he was to let her have him like this and eager to make him see stars.

Once she'd slowly eased a finger about half way, she checked in.

"How does it feel, baby?" She rubbed his thighs in a soothing motion which calmed his mind.

"Weird. But kinda good?" It was his first time ever having anything in his ass and the sensation was strange but at the same time he wanted more. He needed to know how good it could feel, because he knew she wouldn't do this if it wasn't going to make him feel great.

"You're doing so good for me, sweet boy." He whined at the praise, blushing profusely at the intimate situation.

"Still green?" He nodded quickly making her chuckle and continue her ministrations.

"Fuck..." he moaned as her finger went deeper, touching that sensitive spot inside him, causing his mind to go completely blank as she kept going. She started moving in and out slowly, grazing that magic spot with each thrust. The way he was responding was so fucking beautiful. He was letting out sounds she hadn't heard before, the brand new pleasure making him delirious.

"You're so tight around my finger, baby." The dirty talk had him whining in desperation, wanting more, wanting her to take him however she liked. This was so different to anything he'd experienced before and he really fucking liked it.

"Taking me so good." She kept talking him thought it as she gained speed, lightly curling her finger each time she grazed that spot, having him curling his toes in pleasure, gasps and moans leaving him without his knowledge. He was so wrapped up in how nice it felt he couldn't think of anything else but her finger, her touch, her voice overwhelming his senses.

"More." He whined out the most deperate little moan she'd ever heard in her life, her panties getting soaked seeing him like this.

"More?" She questioned, picking up the pace as his moans got louder, his head nodding, words escaping him.

She wasn't expecting to do more than one finger for the first time but the way he was reacting, taking it so well, so eager, begging for more? Yeah, she was losing her fucking mind. It was the hottest thing she'd ever witnessed.

"Think you can take another finger, baby boy?" His response an immediate, moaned out "yes, please". She could see his eyes getting teary and she didn't waste another moment before squirting more lube on him and easing another finger into his tight hole.

He was a mess of moans, grunts, whines, pleas and tears as she stretched him out, giving him a new level of pleasure as both fingers pumped into him. It was heaven. He couldn't believe he'd waited this long to do this. Though he couldn't imagine ever doing this with anyone else. She was it for him, he knew it. She blew his mind every fucking time they had sex, she introduced him to highs he never even imagined.

Fuck, it felt so good to have her on top of him, fucking him with her fingers, claiming him as hers. He was getting closer and closer, cock twitching on his stomach, leaking precum, red and throbbing without even being touched. It was insane.

"You look so beatiful, baby. Taking me so well. I'm so proud of you." His tears flowed freely at her words, overwhelmed at the pleasure and praise she was giving him. It was fucking perfect.

"I'm cl- so close." She could barely make out his words from the choked moan they escaped in.

"Yeah? You wanna cum, baby?" He was trashing under her now, losing all semblance of control as she worked him to his peak.

"Please..." his whines making her pussy throb with arousal, she picked up the pace, eager to see him fall apart for her.

"Be a good boy and cum for me." As she said those words she finally gripped his cock, squeezing him as he fell off the edge and into the most intense orgasm he'd ever had.

She got high off his desperate noises, the way he twitched as he orgasmed, clenching around her fingers, cock pulsing in her hand as his cum painted his stomach. It was so fucking beautiful, she couldn't look away even if she tried.

"Look at you. So pretty." She kissed his skin as the last of his aftershocks wore off. Her words were driving him insane, after everything that just happened, being flustered at a compliment seemed surreal but there he was.

It was the most intense experience of his life. And he couldn't be more grateful that he had her to guide him through it. He felt so sensitive and thoroughly wiped out, but in the best way possible.

"How you feeling, baby?" She posed the question as she gently cleaned up the mess he made all over his stomach using a tissue. He looked flushed and sated and she couldn't be more ecstatic about what just occured.

"Good." He let out a chuckle, meeting her gaze, melting at the way she was looking at him. So fondly, he couldn't cope.

"You did so good, angel. I'm so proud of you." Her words had him shook, the praise and approval making his insides feel like mush. If his skin wasn't already red from the intense scene he'd just been through, the blush would have been fierce.

"Thank you..." his soft whisper made the butterflies reappear in her tummy. He looked so fucking beautiful she couldn't handle it.

She made her way up his body, leaving soft kisses all over his skin, warming him up with each one. She kissed his face next, the salty remnant of the tears he'd shed from pleasure being washed away with soft pecks. It was so tender and sweet he almost cried all over again.

When her lips met his, he felt as though his heart just might burst at how full and happy he was. He had never felt this happy in his whole fucking life. How did he get so lucky?

"Holy shit, baby. That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He giggled at her words, making the smile on her face seem permanent. So fucking cute she couldn't handle it, leading her to smother his face in kisses, causing those giggles to come out again. She was in trouble.

"Alright, baby. Gonna go clean up, be right back." She laid a final peck on his lips before making her way to the bathroom. He felt cold as soon as her touch left him and he wondered how the hell he could miss someone who's only a room away.

She took her time washing her hands, making sure they were clean enough to touch him again. She wanted to run her fingers over his face and it killed her that she had to refrain. She knew he was feeling exhausted but she had one more thing in mind before they could relax. She was excited and hoped he had enough energy to handle it.

When she made her way back to the room she found him sleepily looking at her. He had a cute little smile on and her heart skipped a beat. She climbed back on top of him, warming him up all over again, making him release a relieved sigh. He wondered how healthy it was for him to need to be with her all the time, but he didn't have it in him to care too much. Her touch, her comfort, her care was addicting and he wouldn't want to change it for the world.

She kissed him softly, drawing out a satisfied moan from him as their tongues met. She cupped his face as she kissed him, taking his breath away once again. He slowly reached up to hold her closer, feeling relief he wasn't used to, once they were skin to skin.

"You were such a good boy for me." She kissed the corner of his mouth, leaving him to struggle with responding at how good it felt and how much he loved when she called him that.

"You up for more, baby?" The kisses travelled over his neck and his heart started racing once he processed her words.

"More? I don't know if I can..." he was all whiny and shy, not wanting to disappoint her but not feeling ready for another intense experience. He thought he was done.

"No?" She kissed under his ear making his eyes roll to the back of his head. She was driving him insane.

"You don't want your reward?" He gasped as she lightly bit into his shoulder, feeling like he'd float away any second. But then he realized what she'd said.

"What? You- Wh-" he was trying to force her to look at him, pulling her face gently up to meet her eyes as he stumbled over his words.

"Reward?" He was looking at her with wide eyes, confusion on his face obvious. She simply sat up and cocked a brow, waiting for him to figure it out. It took a minute for his brain to catch up with him but once it did he thought he'd lost it.

"You- Are you serious?" He was practically begging her to say yes with the way he was looking at her. Like if she said no, his heart would shatter.

"Mhm. If you think you can handle it." She shrugged and had to hold back a laugh when he started furiously nodding his head.

"Yes! I can. Please. Green. Yes, please. Please please please..." he was blushing at his desperation but couldn't hold it back. The though of finally getting to taste her was making every nerve in his body buzz in excitement. He was on the precipice of heaven and he couldn't handle rejection now.

"You sure? You weren't too excited earlier..." his stomach dropped at her words.

"No! I mean, yes! I am so sure, please. I just thought you meant more... of what happened earlier." He was blushing profusely as he tried to get her to understand he was serious about being able to handle eating her out.

The way he was acting all shy and sheepish and desperate was really tugging at her heartstrings.

"You mean when you came around my fingers?" His blush got fiercer as he shyly nodded. He hated how much she loved to tease him when he's so wound up. But the smile on her face in that moment almost made up for it.

"I don't know, it seemed like you were enjoying it..." She kept teasing him, running her fingers over his stomach causing him to squirm with the light tickles. She was playing with him and he knew it.

"You know I was. I just can't do more of that right now... But I can make you feel good. Please?" He was trying to hard not to let his frustration seep through in his words. He needed to stay on her good side if he wanted a chance to finally taste her tonight. But the eagerness which he felt was making him extra antsy, itching for a chance to have her in this new way.

"Since you asked so nicely and you took my fingers so well..." The blush on his face had no chance of leaving when she kept talking like that.

"I'm gonna ride your face. You okay with that, baby?" He was practically shaking with excitement, nodding his head an eager yes.

"Yes, please..." his whine had her tummy stirring again and the wetness from earlier returned.

Rafe thought he would pass out as he watched her straddling his chest, being so close to her heat he could almost smell it. He couldn't wait anymore, all his fantasies were coming alive in that moment. He thought he'd never craved anything more than to have her on his tongue. He knew once he tasted her he'd be addicted and he didn't care. He was so fucking close.

"If you want to stop or talk or anything, tap my thigh. Okay?" He was struggling to find words when he could see how pretty her pussy was up close and she was playing with his hair just right. A harsh tug broke his daze as he looked up at her and finally answered.

"Yes. Please sit on my face." She almost laughed at his eagerness but refrained, taking in the adorable little pout he had on his face.

"Okay, baby." She positioned herself above him and he felt like he'd explode in the few seconds it took for her to lower herself on his face. And then she was and it was paradise. He couldn't imagine anything in existence could ever be better than this moment.

Her scent, her taste, it was so fucking addicting right off the bat. He wasted no time exploring her with his mouth, savouring the new position he was lucky to end up in. His hands made home on her ass, feeling the plump skin, massaging it as his tongue licked at her warmth. He wasn't even aware of the noises he was making as he ate her, too consumed in her pussy and bringing her pleasure to hear the moans and groans leaving him. However, she could not only hear him, but feel the vibrations on her skin, making the pleasure of his whines that much stronger. It felt amazing. He was so good with his mouth, she had no doubt he would be but it was a whole other thing actually experiencing it firsthand.

She started to slowly grind on him and his moans only got louder, his movements more eager. He fucking loved this, loved having her ride his face. He could cum just from this, he'd swear. His cock was already fully hard again but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but the woman on top of him, chasing her pleasure, using him - while he devoured his favorite meal of all time. He'd never enjoy the taste of anything more than her. He was a goner.

Her grinds got more intense, pressing her clit on his nose just right, causing his brain to go haywire at the way she was using him. His cock was twitching on his stomach at how hot this was. Moans finally left her lips and it was the most glorious of sounds. He squeezed her ass, wishing he could stay like this for an eternity.

He slipped his tongue inside her cunt and nearly wept when he felt her walls clench around the muscle. It was dirty and heavenly all at once. She reached back to tease his nipples, urging him on. He slurped and sucked on her clit, making sure to cherish every little moan and breath and clench she let out. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever witnessed. He wished he could see the look on her face when she came.

She was close, surprising herself at how quickly he managed to get her there. She buried her hand into his hair, riding his face just a little harder, chasing her high. She had never been this vocal in bed. He always brought out new experiences for her as well.

"I'm close, baby." He groaned into her pussy, hands urging her to go faster, to reach her orgasm. It only took a few more grinds of her hips for her to let go.

Then it was her juices, her taste and smell and sounds overwhelming all his senses. He lapped up every drop greedily, not wanting this moment to end. Her thighs closed around his head for a second but it was enough to have him almost reaching the end himself. He wouldn't do that though. Not again. Not without permission. This was about her. And God, was she incredible.

As the last of her shakes left her, she quickly pulled off of him, lowering herself down on his chest, eagerly checking on him. Her hands met his cheeks, his skin wet from her release and a big cheeky smile on his face when she met his eyes. He was so fucking high off of her coming in his mouth. The sexiest thing he'd ever experienced in his life.

"Thank you." Those were the first words that left him after he brought her to one of the most intense orgasms of her life. She wanted to curse at how pretty he looked all fucked out. The cheeky grin and the sparkling eyes driving her insane.

She hadn't let many people eat her out before, always focusing more on their pleasure, finding the act a bit too intimate for her liking. But damn if it didn't feel right with him. She could feel herself getting all soft and mushy inside, hoping he can't tell just how fucking smitten she was with him. She kissed him to hide her burning cheeks from his view, distracting them both, tasting herself on his tongue, swallowing up his moans, making them hers.

"If you're gonna reward me like that every time, I'm happy to do anal stuff any day now." She laughed at his words, running her fingers over his face gently, taking in the lovely moment of peace and contentment.

"You're telling me if I didn't let you eat me out, you wouldn't want me to fuck your ass?" He blushed at her words, letting her know just how much they affected him.

"No. I'd want it anyway." He was being honest and vulnerable, just like they talked about and it was doing funny things to her head.

"Thought so." She pretended to be serious for a moment but then let her guard down when she kissed all over his face again. His laugh made butterflies soar in her tummy. Fuck, if she didn't love that sound.

"I'm really glad you enjoyed it." She knew he had been apprehensive about trying anal play and she was honoured he trusted her enough to explore it with her for the first time.

"It was the best orgasm of my life." She chuckled and he looked at her so fondly she couldn't handle it.

"Nothing compared to how amazing it was having you ride my face, though." His cheeky smirk was back but she could hear the truth in his voice. He really did love eating her out. And she figured she'd let him to it more often since it was just so much fucking fun.

"You're a cheeky bastard, you know that?" He nuzzled into her skin, enjoying the playful banter they always ended up back in.

"Mhm. You like me, though." He kissed her shoulder, holding her that much closer, their naked bodies tangled together in the most wonderful mess of limbs.

"Sadly, I do. A frat guy, no less." He snorted a cute laugh and she couldn't help but laugh too.

"Luckiest frat guy in the world." His voice was so soft and he looked at her so fondly her breath caught in her throat.

He unhinged her. Every time she thought she finally stood on solid ground he went and said something sweet like that, honest like that, and shook her world to the ground again. The feelings that were bubbling inside her were way too serious and way to soon for her to entertain. So she did what she always did and shut him up with another kiss.

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Sitting Pretty

This is just pure filth like barely a plot ok 😫🥴

Eddie Munson x Female!reader

18+ONLY

Warnings: pet names (baby, pretty girl), slight degradation and condescending language (use of slut) (this really isn't degradation in my mind but that's cause I'm used to a lot worse so technically it is but), boot riding, squirting

Eddie dropped the box on the coffee table with a loud thud. It landed next to the other boxes he had carried, and the one you had. After a long day of work, he was tired. He wanted to sit down, relax, and do absolutely nothing. Of course, when you called and said you needed help moving boxes, he came. He knew he was entirely fucked. Wrapped around your fingers. You could tell him to jump and he'd ask how high.

Eddie pushed a strand of hair out of his face, it briefly getting caught on his fingers, making him shake his hand to get it unstuck. He glared at the partially grey hair still wound around his fingers (you said it made him look distinguished and metal. He couldn't complain too much at that). You set your own box on the table and smiled at him,"Thanks Eds, I know you're tired. It means a lot to me you would do this." Eddie hummed,"mhm. What is this stuff anyways?" "Oh, my uncle and aunt were getting rid of a bunch of stuff, so they gave it to my parents, who got rid of more stuff, aaaannnd dumped it on me," you shrugged," I'll go through it and see if there is anything good, then send it to the secondhand store."

Together, you and Eddie started going through the boxes. Eddie pretended to be wounded finding a dungeon master's guide, you found a harmonica and attempted to play a Corroded Coffin song (which had Eddie wheeze laughing and joking about adding a harmonica solo to their next single), he had tried on a pink jacket at your insistence while you had put on a hat that didn't fit (both of you traded items and agreed they looked better on each other then yourselves before promptly tossing the items back in the box), and then you struck gold.

You pulled out a pair of light brown leather cowboy boots. The intricate stitching on the side had caught your eye at the bottom of the box. The tips of the shoes slightly pointed and squared off. You blink at them and hand them to Eddie. Eddie looks at them before scoffing," Nope, those will squish my feet. You see the ends of them?" You roll your eyes," Eddie, if they hurt people's feet why would cowboys wear them? They work on their feet all day!" Eddie was tempted to tease you and say cowboys aren't real, but then you pout at him. The pout making your lips stand out caused him to hesitate. "Please?" He sighed and couldn't help but give you a quick kiss before grumbling and sitting to put the boots on. He could hear your faint cheers as he sat on the recliner.

Your focus was on the box in front of you until you heard Eddie clear his throat and ask,"Well, what do ya think?" You turned and-

Damn.

Eddie stood there with his hands on his hips. Your eyes trailed over him. His curly hair was frizzy from the humidity and a long day of working and sweating at the auto shop. His skin pale, save for a smear of oil on his cheekbone. His tank top showed off his arms beautifully, muscles straining, his bicep wrapped from a new tattoo he had gotten. The tank top tight against his skin, showing you his waist. You could see the bump at his belly button where his piercing was. His jeans were slightly loose, the only light wash pair he owned that he threw on when he hadn't done the laundry. Those stupid cowboy boots sat on his feet, the slight heel giving him extra height. He turned and held his arms out, striking a few poses. They weren't heels, but they made his ass pop (God, now you wanted to see him in heels). The light jeans making his ass look bigger, perfect to hold. Slap even.

"Ya know, they actually are kinda comfortable," Eddie turned back to face you with a smile," they don't- oof!" Eddie lands on the recliner with a grunt from you pushing him. He glares at you," you have to quit doing that! You're gonna strain my back or some shit." "Hm...stop being so fuckable then," you climb on top of his lap and lean close to his ear to whisper," besides, you like it." Eddie clears his throat and grasps your hips. You roll your hips slightly into his, watching him inhale sharply. The scruff of his unshaved jaw beckons you forward, kissing it lightly before trailing down his neck.

You nip and suck at his neck, smirking as he tilts his head to give you better access. His hands that firmly grasp your hips, shift to grab your ass instead. You hum as you pull back, staring at the glistening neck and the lovely purple mark you left. It may be childish to leave a hickey, but you couldn't help but want to mark Eddie up, adding shades of purple and red near his existing tattoos. Eddie's eyes are blown, his pale face flushed a deep red. You shift on top of him, rolling your hips into his again, feeling his hardening length. The feeling of you grinding against him makes him groan. Unbuttoning his jeans, you awkwardly try to unzip them, leaning back into Eddie's hands. He takes that moment to squeeze your ass. You whimper at the feeling and lean forward to kiss him, thoughts of removing his pants forgotten.

His lips are soft, slightly chapped, but still so plush against yours. Your mouths move in tandem, tongues darting out. Eddie licks into your mouth, groaning as he takes control. He sucks on the tip of your tongue before pulling back. Both of you taking deep breaths. "Take these off baby," Eddie mumbles, tugging at the hem of your shorts. You nod and clamber off him.

You push your shorts and panties down, balancing a hand on Eddie's knee as you step out of them. You go to get back on Eddie but he stops you," Now hold on, baby." You let out a whine in annoyance. Eddie chuckles and clicks his tongue at you," You seem all pent up, what's got you like this?" "You, now let me on-" "Nah, I think it's something else. Like my boots, Baby?" You nod emphatically, attempting to straddle Eddie again, but he puts his leg out in front of you. The sole of his boot presses against your stomach, and he pushes you back lightly. "Prove it pretty girl."

You pause and tilt your head slightly before grasping Eddie's boot covered ankle. Eddie nods to his foot and taps your stomach with the sole. You step back and bend at the hips, eyes locked with Eddie's, and kiss the tip of the boot. He chuckles and motions you with a finger to continue. You give the boot another kiss, and another. The leather firm against your mouth. Eddie smirks," You can do better then that." "I'm not licking the boot." You stand up and drop Eddie's foot with a thud. Eddie relaxes back spreading his legs, "Who said anything about licking? What's that saying...save a horse, ride a cowboy?"

You blink at him as your mouth falls open. Eddie taps the boot against the hardwood ground, causing clicks to echo. "Go on pretty girl." You can feel your arousal slowly drip down your thighs at the thought of Eddie's request. It was demeaning, dirty, and damn if it didn't delight you. You slowly kneel at Eddie's feet, lowering yourself until your core hit the leather.

The fabric was stiff and slightly rough against your pussy. Your arousal dripping onto the boot, causing it to slicken and make it easier to move. You look up from where you're situated to look at Eddie. You can't help the moan that escapes at the site of him. The once slightly baggy jeans are now very filled out from his bulge. One hand resting on it, squeezing lightly. The top of his unbuttoned jeans showing off his happy trail. The opal belly button piercing glinting in the light. The tattoo of the dragon above the jewelry moving with every deep breath he takes. A hickey on his pec from last week. The rest of his tattoos scattered about, glistening from sweat. The scruff on his jaw and neck. The grey hairs at his temples. The smirk on his face, even though it is flushed. The demeaning look he gives you.

You grind against the boot, faltering slightly under his gaze. "Look at you, sitting pretty," Eddie coos at you, patting your head. He knows you hate that, making you feel small. Stupid. "Such a good slut, making my boots all wet." His words make you clench around nothing, throbbing with want.

You buck your hips quicker against his boot. You shift angles slightly and moan as the boot rubs against your clit. The sensation is too much. The pleasure invades your brain, coherent thoughts gone. You feel the pressure building in your lower stomach. A tingly warmth spreading out from your core. "Fuck I'm-" your breath hitches and your hips fumble losing rhythm. "Come for me baby," Eddie grasps your jaw firmly, tilting your head up to face him," Drench my boots like the good slut you are, pretty girl." You gasp as the pressure builds to a crescendo. Your eyes close and you moan head falling back in pleasure. Lights flash behind your eyes as euphoria spreads throughout your limbs. You distantly feel the wetness gush as your hips buck wantonly. Your brain goes fuzzy with static from euphoria. You briefly hear Eddie moan a fuck.

You come back down to earth, loosening your grip on Eddie's thighs. You hadn't even realized you were gripping them. You scoot away from his boot, still on your knees. The light brown leather is soaked, turning a dark brown. A puddle of your release is on the boot, making you feel warm from embarrassment.

"Fucking hell...you squirted," Eddie shakes his head and chuckles. You stand on shaky legs, Eddie helping hold you in place. You glance down at the puddle slowly dripping off his shoe and onto the floor. "Can I ride you now?" You ask saccharinely.

"You're gonna have to give me a minute," Eddie's eyes dart away from yours, clearing his throat. He shifts and you glance at the movement. His jeans are slightly loose again. The light denim jeans having turned dark at a wet spot. "Made me come like a fucking teenager," Eddie stands grabbing your hand. He tugs on your arm, leading you towards the bedroom.

You were definitely keeping the cowboy boots.

[tickly-giggles]

Watch Your Back (My Hero Academia)

A/N: This is a sequel to Feather Ticklish, so I highly recommend reading that before this :D Also, this does get kinda angsty at the end, but I promise it's a fun read and there's no warnings aside from the mention of cigarettes :>

Warning: Tickle fic ahead!

Characters: Dabi, Hawks

Shipping: Technically DabiHawks but they're still not together yet

Lee: Hawks

Ler: Dabi

Word Count: 3,093

Summary: It's been a few weeks since Dabi warned Hawks to watch his back, but nothing has come of it. Hawks decides to go about his work without worrying about it too much (spoiler: he worries a lot) and, during a private outing to the hideout late at night, he runs into Dabi.

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Weeks had gone by like normal with no signs of hostility from Dabi aside from his usual snarky attitude. He didn’t want to admit it, but Hawks was on edge, and only grew more so as time dragged on. 

“Watch your back, birdie.”

He shivered at the unpleasant memory. Hawks may have only tickled him, but Dabi was a villain. Did he really expect him to solve this amicably? 

"I'd be lucky if all he did was burn me," 

he muttered to himself as he sifted through a cardboard box he had found behind the bar counter of the hideout.

He had joined the League to gather intel, so that was what he was going to do. Or, at least, it's what he tried to do. He couldn't get what Dabi said out of his mind, and the fact that he never made any move or gave any indication of revenge only worried him further.

With a frustrated grunt, he shook the thoughts out of his head and continued to search through the box. There wasn't much worth noting. It was mostly filled with junk, aside from some polaroids. Hawks couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. 

The League of Villains looked like anything but. One photo depicted Toga and Twice holding hands and dancing together. Another had what looked to be Shigaraki shoving at the camera. Judging by each villain's personalities so far, Hawks figured Toga was the one to take the picture. 

The last polaroid showed all of them. The camera must have been set on a timer, because they were all positioned together in a group.

Toga and Twice looked happy as can be, Toga sticking her tongue out and winking with Twice ruffling her hair and giving the camera a thumbs up.

Mr. Compress did his best to look formal with a bow and a tip of his hat, but it was easy to tell he definitely didn't mind the camera. 

Spinner was the opposite. He tried to look like he wasn't interested by turning away from the camera, but his overall demeanor was that of childlike excitement.

Shigaraki did not prefer to be on camera, and it was obvious in his reluctant pose. He had one hand stuffed in his hoodie pocket, and the other scratching at his cheek absentmindedly while he stared off to the side.

Then there was Dabi, apathetic as usual. He stared into the camera, thumbs stuffed in his pants pockets, and his face void of emotion. Hawks furrowed his brow, as if trying to decipher what Dabi was thinking at the time of the photo.

"The hell are you doing?" 

Hawks squawked and fumbled the polaroids, haphazardly shoving them back into the box. He whipped around to see Dabi standing there, eying him curiously. He leaned to the left to peer at what Hawks was looking at.

"Where'd you find that?" he asked, his tone indiscernible.

"I- uh- I- it.."

Hawks swallowed and collected his thoughts,

"It was behind the bar. I was just curious."

A moment of awkward tension passed before he handed the box to Dabi,

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snoop."

"Yes you did,"

Dabi smirked as he took the box from him,

"You wouldn't have gone through it otherwise."

“Ah,”

Hawks rubbed the back of his head with a nervous chuckle,

“Ya got me. Um, what’re you doin’ up so late, anyway?”

“I could ask you the same question, birdie.”

Dabi set the box on the counter and stared intensely into the hero’s eyes. Hawks stared back, not daring to blink.

“Couldn’t sleep, I guess,” he breathed.

“So, naturally, your first thought was to come here,”

The hot headed villain took a step toward Hawks, 

"Why dont'cha tell me why you're really here?"

The number two hero didn’t back down. If there was anything he learned from being a pro for so long, it was to never show fear. He swallowed the lump in his throat and slowed his heart rate as he tried to think of an answer. 

When he couldn’t think of any substantial excuse, he simply shrugged and laughed airily, 

“I was curious about everyone’s lives. We hang out a lot, but it’s mostly for meetings and all. I wanna get to know everyone a little better.”

“And what better way to do that than snooping through our stuff~?”

Hawks’ relaxed smile faltered at Dabi’s tone. He watched him as he got ever closer, practically pinning him up against the bar. The air in the room felt quite warm all of a sudden, and there was a tightness in Hawks’ chest that he couldn’t relieve. He wanted to avert his gaze, but he knew doing that would practically be admitting defeat. Instead, he continued to stare into Dabi’s harsh, ice blue eyes.

“Well?” Dabi breathed,

“Are you gonna be honest with me, or am I gonna have to- GAHAH!”

The pro hero watched Dabi clutch his midriff and stumble backward. He didn’t really mean to squeeze his side, it was just the first thing that came to mind! He was trapped, he had no other choice. It was a survival instinct.

Suddenly, Dabi's intense glare pierced through Hawks, and he quickly realized that he was probably better off dead.

Hawks’ fight or flight response kicked in. Being as quick as he was, he was relying on his skills to get out of the hideout faster than Dabi could blink. Sadly, that didn’t end up being the case. Dabi tackled him as soon as he made to run, and the hero grunted as he fell face first into the floor. The villain grinned and sat on Hawks’ lower back. After a small struggle, he was able to pin his wings underneath his feet, effectively rendering him immobile.

“Guh! L-Lemme up!” Hawks growled, squirming fruitlessly.

“I warned you, feather brain. I can’t believe you had the balls to do that again,”

Dabi chuckled coldly,

“I’d be impressed if I wasn’t so pissed off.”

Hawks desperately tried to flap his wings, but to no avail. He foolishly tried turning his head around to at least see Dabi, but was met with nothing but pain in his neck.

“So what’re you gonna do?”

He snapped at the villain,

“Kill me?”

“I told you to watch your back, didn’t I? Not doing such a good job at that right now,”

Dabi’s tone was pondering as he scanned the hero beneath him,

“I wonder…”

Silence filled the room, and the tightness in Hawks’ chest returned. What was Dabi going to do to him? Fully expecting the worst, he clenched his fists and readied his body for whatever amount of pain he was about to endure.

And then…

“GAAHAHAHAHAHA WHATTHEFUHUHUCK!”

Dabi cackled at the reaction. He skittered and scribbled his fingers along Hawks’ back, greedily drinking in the desperation of his victim’s thrashing.

“What’sa matter, birdie? Your back a little sensitive~?”

“WHAHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOHOING?!”

“What’s it look like, you moron?"

Hawks wriggled and squirmed helplessly, the tickles feeling even more intense because he couldn’t arch or turn his back away from them. He was completely trapped, entirely at the mercy of a member of the League of Villains. Even his wings were unable to flap properly due to Dabi putting most of his weight on them, not to mention the odd angle he was at. Being so vulnerable only increased Hawks’ sensitivity, and his face erupted in red.

“OKAHAHA- HAHAHAHA!! OKAY YOHOHOU GOT YOUR REHEHEHEVENGE! Y-YOHOHOU CAN STOP NOHOHOHOW! GAHAHAHA!!”

Dabi smirked at the mess of a hero beneath him. His thumbs and forefingers nipped at his shoulder blades with intense accuracy while the rest of his fingers scribbled along the sides of them,

“I’m just gettin’ started. You tortured me, so I’m gonna get you back twice as bad. You shouldn’t have messed with me, Hawks.”

“STAHAHAHAHAP! I-IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!”

Dabi jolted and he grumbled as he dug into the hero’s back with even more force, relishing the delightful shriek he ripped out of him,

“Just shut up and take it, bird brain.”

Hawks slammed his fist against the floor in ticklish frustration. He couldn’t even remember the last time he was tickled. He didn’t get much attention, if any, when he was a kid. The pro heroes dedicated their lives to work and keeping the public safe; there was rarely time to kick back and relax with each other. 

He remembered poking at Endeavor once or twice, but he never showed any desire to get him back. Jeanist tended to lean on the serious side, but he had a playful bone in his body. If Hawks tried to mess with him, there was a chance he would fight back. Mirko was probably the only pro he could mess with and expect revenge from, but he never had the chance to try.

It tickled so bad. The way Dabi’s fingers vibrated against every inch of Hawks’ back, especially around his shoulder blades where he elicited the most extreme reactions, was torture. His touch was so precise, it was like he knew just what to do to drive him crazy. There was no chance to get used to any one feeling either, considering the villain would switch up his tactics every few seconds. Whether it be the amount of pressure he used, the way he moved his fingers, or the spot he tickled, every new moment provided a fresh combination to drive Hawks completely insane.

And yet, despite the fact that the number two hero had tears of mirth streaming down his bright red face, and his throat felt slightly sore from his screaming laughter, he would be lying if he said this wasn’t the least bit fun. To completely give up mercy and laugh like there was nothing to worry about was an experience Hawks never realized he needed.

“I can’t believe your back is this sensitive,”

Dabi chuckled after a while,

“Kinda makes me wonder about these pretty little wings of yours~.”

“N-NAHAHAHAHA!! C’MOHOHOHOHON, DAHAHAHAHABI! ENOHOHOHOHOUGH, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Begging already? Pathetic, especially for someone who once called himself a hero.”

The tickling ceased and Hawks gasped for air, falling limp on the floor. The villain smirked down at him. The way his disheveled hair fell over his gorgeous face, the tear streaks that marked his flushed cheeks, the residual giggles that bubbled past his bright smile. Dabi’s chest tightened, and he swallowed a lump in his throat. 

“A-Ahahare you… dohone?” Hawks asked past breathless giggles.

Dabi’s smirk returned and he chuckled evilly,

“I told you I was just getting started,”

He ran his fingers through the feathery fluff on Hawks’ wings,

“I really am curious about these~.”

Hawks jolted and his wings twitched violently, practically bucking Dabi off of him. The villain laughed in amazement and quickly regained his balance.

“Hohoholy shit! I think I found the jackpot~.”

“D-Dahahabi,” the hero laughed nervously, his wings already tingling,

“Ihihi’ve had enough, plehehease.”

“Can’t take what you dish out, huh? Too bad, I’m not done with you yet. I’ll stop when I’m ready to,”

Dabi positioned his hands on his victim’s wings, causing them to twitch again,

“Until then, you’ll lay there and take it like a good little bird.”

The shriek that escaped from Hawks was ear-piercing. He bucked and thrashed violently as Dabi dug his fingers into his wings. The villain took note of how much more of a reaction he got closer to the hero’s back. Hawks’ hysterical laughter suddenly went silent. He slammed his fists and kicked his feet against the floor, his face was engulfed in cherry red, and he couldn’t tell his tears from his sweat at this point. Words couldn’t describe just how bad it tickled. The way Dabi mercilessly dug into his feathers drove him ballistic. It was torturous, his nerves were electrified, every single movement of the villain’s fingers sent a violent jolt of ticklish agony through Hawks’ entire body.

Why did he love this feeling so much?

Hawks wasn’t sure how much time had elapsed before Dabi finally decided to have mercy. His wings were burning with residual tingles, his feathers were all ruffled from the constant tickling, and he felt like he was going to pass out at any moment. The villain chuckled and stood off of the hero, giving him a moment to recover.

“God, you’re so sensitive. If only I had known this little secret sooner. But, now that I do, I’m never letting you live it down.”

After a few moments of residual giggles, heavy breathing, and slight coughing, Hawks shakily stood up. He used the bar counter as leverage, but stumbled and almost fell back onto the floor. He grunted when he made contact with Dabi, who had moved forward to catch him. With a hum, he absentmindedly nuzzled against the villain’s chest, then finally stood on his own. Dabi decided to ignore the heat that rose to his cheeks from the gesture.

The number two hero chuckled fondly and leaned up against the counter, 

“Thahat was uhh… something. You are awful.”

“Not my fault you’re so sensitive~.”

“Can you not say it?”

Dabi frowned,

“Say what?”

“Tickle.”

The villain jolted and looked away bashfully, eyes narrowed in embarrassment,

“I don’t like saying it.”

“Why? Does it fluster you~?”

“No!” Dabi shot a glare at the hero,

“It’s just a stupid word. I hate using it, so I don’t.”

Hawks simply shrugged in response, then caught the box out of the corner of his eye. It was seated on the counter, right where Dabi had left it. He turned around and plucked one of the polaroids out of it, examining it once again. It was the group photo of the League. Dabi approached him and ripped the polaroid from his hands.

“Hey! I was lookin’ at that,” he pouted at the hot head.

“Ya shouldn’t look through other people’s stuff, bird brain,” 

Dabi punctuated his sentence with a flick to Hawks’ forehead,

“Besides, what’s in here that’s so important to you?”

The winged hero grumbled and rubbed the area, then gave Dabi a small smile,

“These photos. They’re really cute,”

He chuckled and poked Dabi’s cheek,

“Would it kill ya to smile once in a while, though?”

“Yes,” Dabi replied bluntly, smacking Hawks’ hand away.

Hawks grinned and sighed fondly. 

Silence fell over them for a few moments. Dabi reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He took one in between his teeth, and his index finger suddenly burst into a small, blue flame. He carefully lit the cigarette, then offered the pack to Hawks. 

He chuckled and shook his head,

“No, thanks. I don’t smoke.”

Dabi shrugged and stuffed the pack back into his pocket, extinguished the flame on his finger, then took the cigarette out of his mouth and wistfully breathed the smoke out.

The aura in the room was peaceful, almost like the two of them were genuine friends. A pang of guilt tugged at Hawks' heart, but he ignored it and turned to Dabi, who was staring at the polaroid. His expression was calm. 

The hero smiled, feeling melancholy, and decided to break the silence,

“So, why are you up so late?”

Dabi remained so still that Hawks almost thought he didn’t hear him. He opened his mouth to ask again, but was interrupted by the villain letting out a low, mirthless chuckle.

“I guess I couldn’t sleep, either.”

Silence reigned once more, and he took another puff of his cigarette before he continued,

“Ya ever hear of ‘the butterfly effect’, Hawks?”

The question was so sudden, Hawks gave the villain a puzzled look. After a second, he responded,

“Ah, a butterfly flaps its wings in Rio and causes a tornado in Chicago, right?”

“Correct. Though, I guess in your case, you flap your wings in Japan and cause a ripple in some other part of the world.”

“Where’s this coming from?” the hero asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

Dabi huffed sharply, and his grip on the polaroid tightened,

“Ya ever wonder where you’d be had you made one choice a bit differently?”

“I… dont–”

“Heh, never mind. That was a dumb question.”

Hawks frowned, but otherwise didn’t respond to Dabi’s sudden drop of the subject. What did he mean by that? Surely he didn’t regret becoming a villain. Granted, the winged hero had no idea what Dabi’s motivation was aside from the main goal of the League. Hero society was corrupt, he knew that was an idea they were passionate about, but…

"I'm not one for sentimental talks,"

Dabi chuckled suddenly, putting the cigarette up to his lips,

"So don't take much of what I say to heart,”

he inhaled deeply, then crushed the finished cigarette against the counter while exhaling the smoke through his nose. He flicked it across the room, then turned to look at Hawks, who had a look of befuddlement on his face.

“Do you… regret the choices you’ve made?” Hawks asked carefully.

Dabi stared at him for a moment, emotionless, before he grinned wickedly and blew the remainder of the smoke in his face,

“Do you?”

Hawks scrunched his nose and coughed, whisking away the smoke with a disgusted grunt. He then watched Dabi as he made his way out of the room, but was surprised when he turned to address the hero a final time,

“We’re even now, got that? Don’t even think of trying that shit with me again.”

With that, he disappeared deeper into the hideout. Hawks couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped his lips. He shook his head and casually left the building, taking into the air with a swift flap of his wings. He cringed when the air hit his feathers, they still felt a bit sensitive.

As he flew back to his own home, he thought about the conversation he and Dabi just had. He didn’t know what to make of most of it. How did they go from tickling to a serious discussion about fate and paths in their own lives?

…Did he regret his own choices?

Hawks sighed and shook the thoughts out of his head. He was a hero, Dabi was a villain, and there was no way to change that. Even if there were moments where Dabi felt like a genuine human being, even if he felt like he was actually bonding with him, he couldn’t allow that to cloud his judgment. He was on a mission, and he would see it through to the end. 

His chest felt tight again.

[drgngutz]

5 - Coast - Luffy x f!soulmate!reader

Chapter Five

Taglist: @mystic60 , @louisechec , @pinksh1t

Masterlist!

Happy reading!

Bit of angst in this bad boy.

I don't love making things so back and forth, but trust that it's for a good reason. We need that character development yk yk.

Also, the story takes place right after Alabasta. 

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It's a gorgeous day out on the sea. The skies are clear, with the rippling water shining and glittering in the sunlight, calm as can be as the wind brushed softly against my skin. 

Nami was looking out at sea with the spyglass, ensuring that the weather wouldn't change on us, as well as keeping an eye on the horizon for any ships or islands we might be approaching. After all, the Log Pose had been pointing in this direction for a little while now. 

Zoro was exercising at the top of the flagpole, using only his thumb to do some kind of upright push-up. I had sat there and watched in amazement as he never faltered, up until he had reached the eighteen-hundred-sixty-eighth push-up; by then I was just bored. 

The three teenage boys all stood next to each other with their fishing poles in the water, still having yet to pull up any fish for dinner. I stood beside Chopper, watching the little bobber float in the water as we lazed over the railing, waiting for something to happen. Robin sat reading the second book in her series, not far from us. 

Finally, it dunked beneath the water, Chopper and I perking up. 

"I got one!" He shouted, before yanking the stick backwards and nearly smacking me in the face with it. The fish wriggled in the air as it was plucked from the water, before Chopper dragged it on board and carried it by the lip. 

"Look!" He showed it off to Luffy, who was all smiles in return. Crouched next to Chopper to observe the first catch, I peered around the reindeer up towards my soulmate, who seemed to vibrate with excitement. I could feel the blush creep up my neck by just looking at him, still dressed in the white cloth from the crew's previous adventure. He never looked at me, though. 

"Amazing!" He praised Chopper, who giggled happily in response. Snapping my attention back to the youngest, I smiled and praised him as well. 

"Good job, Chopper. That's a big one!" He grinned with pink cheeks, before trotting away to put it in a bucket that Sanji had placed for each catch. He was planning on making some sort of fish stew, or chowder, which I was pretty excited for. 

In a moment, Chopper's line was baited and back in the water, waiting patiently for the next fish to bite with excitement. A minute passed, and then another... then five, then ten. I was wilting with boredom. 

"Um... Hey, Usopp?" I asked timidly, twiddling my thumbs as their lines lay vacant in the ocean. 

"Yeah?" 

"Any chance you have another rod?" I turned to look at him as he perked up, "I kinda' wanna' try it. I've never gone fishing before." 

"Really?" Chopper asked, sounding surprised.

"Here you go!" The rod was shoved in my face and I took it into my hands. Looking back up at Usopp, he had a proud grin on his face, his eyebrows furrowed in confidence. 

"You're in luck, missy; It just so happens that I'm an expert fisherman, and an excellent fishing instructor! In fact, I was the greatest fisherman on my island! I even held the record for a five-hundred ton Sea King!" He boasted. Chopper and Luffy looked at him in awe, stunned words like 'awesome' and 'so cool' from their lips. I was not so easily swayed, though. One thing I had learned was that Usopp loved to make up stories.

Surprisingly, just in time for his show, Usopp's rod began to bend and creak as something big tugged on the other end. 

"This is big! This could be the guardian fish of the sea!" He grunted, pulling back against the weight of the fish on his line. 

All three of us looked over the edge with baited breath, excited to see what he was going to pull up. The sight had me doubting my previous thoughts. Maybe he actually was a good fisherman, and this wasn't just one of his exaggerated stories...

"Really?" Chopper delightedly asked. 

"That's amazing!" Luffy was thrilled as well. 

Usopp wrangled the creature from the water with a great splash, yelling in excitement once he finally felt it lose the fight. The boys yelled with him, not yet seeing what was on the other end of the line as I had. I pursed my lips, waiting for the disappointment to ensue when they saw the fish. 

The smiles did indeed fade after seeing the baby swordfish, no larger than the size of a finger, squirming like a worm on the hook. 

"'Guardian fish?'" Chopper deadpanned. 

"It's not even a good snack." Luffy sighed, dissatisfied. 

I shook my head with a grin. I should've known that Usopp was only talking big game. Still, he looked pretty upset. 

"It's... cute." I shrugged honestly at him, meaning it as a compliment. He didn't see it that way, apparently. 

"That's real nice coming from you guys!" He barked at me and Luffy, who stared at him in shock as I backed away at his abruptness. 

"Have you two ever even caught anything?" 

"Woah," I tried to defend, "I didn't mean it like that--" 

"You'll see!" Luffy shouted back, tossing his line into the water with confidence. 

"Watch this!" 

Again, a few minutes pass, and nothing happens. Usopp begins cackling at his captain while Chopper stands there and pouts at the water, standing on tiptoes to look over the edge. Luffy begins bickering with Usopp about how his fish wasn't any better, before an argument starts to ensue. 

Throughout this, I had managed to sloppily put some of the bait on the end of the hook, struggling not to pierce myself in the process. They still hadn't stopped yelling at each other even as I put my own line in the water. 

"You sure you can even get one?" Usopp taunts. 

"Course’ I can." Luffy grunts back, eyes furrowed in concentration. 

My bobber stayed floating gently in the water, ripples bouncing from its surfaces and reflecting the white color with each movement. I kept my eyes locked on every sway, not sure when I would know if a fish was on the line. 

A while passes, and the bickering has mostly subsided, save for the few times it swells back up again as Luffy still hasn't caught anything. As Usopp teases the boy that he should 'just give up,' a dark shadow begins to form in the water beneath me. The rod jerks for a moment, before stilling again. 

"Um... guys?" The two fighting with each other don't hear my words, but Chopper does. 

"What's the matter?" His concern matches my own, seeing my wrinkled brow and beginning to trot over. 

"I think there's something on my--'' The bobber shoots beneath the surface so quickly that I don't have time to finish my sentence, nearly losing the rod from my hands as the line goes taut with a drawn-out twang. Gripping as tight as I can, I felt my knuckles ache from the pressure. Whatever was on the other end of the line tugged hard, nearly sending me overboard as I’m yanked forward and slam my ribs against the guardrail. The spot aches and I choke on a whine at the pain, then pull backwards as forcefully as I can, arms shaking. I don’t get very far, practically hanging over the edge of the ship. 

"Oi... oi!" Sanji shouts from somewhere behind me, Nami joining him and yelling my name in shock as I brace myself as best I can, but it's not really working. The rod bends harshly, and I can't muster the strength to pull it up any farther. Chopper is at my leg, holding on and doing his best to help, but his small form wasn't doing much help. 

"Do you have one?" Luffy asks, excited, and apparently not paying much attention. 

"Let go!" Nami screams before I can answer, "Or it'll pull you overboard!" 

"But what about the rod?" I cry back at her, voice strained, "I-I don't want to lose it!" 

My palms burned, feeling the wood beginning to slip from my grasp; but I couldn't let it go yet, not after Usopp had let me borrow it. We used them to get food, after all. 

"Just let the damn thing go!" Sanji shouts angrily, "We can get another rod; you can't pull that up on your own!" 

"Hold on!" Usopp begins to make his way over, but is ultimately shoved out of the way by Luffy, rod clattering to the ground and laying forgotten as he bounds over. 

"Lemme' help!" It's swift, but I can feel the warmth of his arms wrap around me, leaning so close I can feel the muscle of his chest pressed against my back. He reaches down and grabs the rod with his own hands, skimming over mine before clenching his strong fingers around the pole. 

Feeling goosebumps rush down my skin from his closeness, I nearly let the rod go as his arms squeeze at my sides; then he’s backing both of us up and away from the guardrail, and I go willingly, limbs weak from the feeling of him all around me. Safe and away from the edge, I hear him grunt in my ear as he gives the rod a harsh yank, and the giant thing comes out of the water with an enormous splash. 

Both of us fall backward onto the deck as it flies over us and slams on the floor. I’m laying with my back on his chest, feeling dazed as the mist spreads over my heated skin. 

I tilt my head backwards, matching Luffy as we both look at the creature he had fished up; some kind of shellfish-squid-looking-thing, which landed a few feet from our heads. 

"What the heck is that?" He says, the words rumbling beneath my head that, and the sound seems to soothe my aching muscles. For once, I feel fine. It's... comfortable. 

Then, he rises, and I go with him as he tilts his head to look down at me. I feel my cheeks burn bright red, head still angled backwards, looking up at him. He's smiling, for some reason. 

As soon as that fact registers, my face lights on fire. I scramble up and away from the boy, every nerve alight with the realization that I had just been laying on top of him. 

In the background, the rest of the crew begins to gather around the strange object, voicing similar concerns to Luffy's earlier question. I put my hand down to get up from the floor trying to properly hoist myself up, but stop and hiss at the burn that follows. Quickly flipping it over, I find that they're raw and red; skin peeling and blistering, with a few splinters dotted along my skin that sting every time I move my fingers. The other doesn't look much different. 

"You're pretty weak, huh?" I wince at his condescending tone, before glancing behind me. He's grinning, hands propping himself up from behind as his legs lazily sprawl around me. 

"Yeah. I guess I'm just... not cut out for fishing." I respond quietly, eyes tracing over the frayed skin of my hands and deflating. 

Once again, I wasn't up to par. At least for the person who mattered most. 

"Huh?" He sounds bewildered, and I look back at him. His brow is creased with a frown, coal eyes looking at me like I was crazy. 

"What are you talking about?" 

"Well, I--" I began to stutter out, trying to look anywhere but at him. I hated when he looked at me like this. 

"You got the biggest catch of the day!" He leans forward, pointing at the creature behind us, which topples over with a metallic clang. I blinked at it, then back at him. I could tell there was a pained expression on my face when his frown deepened. 

"But... you caught it," I started, looking away again, "I wasn't even strong enough to pull it out of the water." 

Suddenly, he's in my face, a big smile splitting his cheeks. Merely inches away, I barely registered that he must've leaned forward to make eye-contact again. I could feel his body heat radiating from his chest against my arm. 

"Whatever! So what?" He started, scanning both my eyes as I did the same. My brows were still cinched, confused if I should be upset or happy about this scenario. 

"Huh?" Was the only thing that could form in my stupid mouth. He laughed. 

"So what if you weren't strong enough?" He continued, pointing a thumb toward the squid-thing, which seemed to begin opening via a hatch on its side. 

"As long as you can get them on the hook, I can just pull 'em out of the water for you!" So... he wasn't annoyed, or disappointed, then. At least, that's what it seemed like. Why did this boy give me such whiplash? 

"Oh." Is all I can muster, softly. He snickers as I look all over his expression for some sort of fault, some sort of trick. Maybe he was just playing with me? That didn't seem like something he would do, though. Then why was he so back and forth? 

It's like he liked me one minute and then didn't the next. 

"Well," I sighed out, sounding more disheartened than I would've liked.

"If you say so." 

"Yep!" He grins, satisfied to have 'won' the conversation, "I say so, now lets do it again!" 

"Wait--" I falter, putting my hands in between us as he stretches to grab the rod he had previously left forgotten. His arms whips back, fishing rod retrieved and smacking into place as his face falls into a neutral stare. 

"Woah, what happened?" He's looking down at my splayed hands, wounded and ruined, but it's like there isn't a single thought behind his eyes. 

"...I messed up my hands trying to keep the rod on board." I spoke dimly, pulling them back into myself as his continued stares made me uncomfortable. At their removal, his eyes snapped back up to mine. 

"Oh." His tone is one that I can't place, and I feel something flip uncomfortably in my gut. His face was still blank. Had I ruined his mood? Probably. He didn't look excited anymore, so obviously his mood was ruined. But, what was that expression? Why was he so passive about my hands being wood-burned? Why did he look so... bored?

The panic button in my brain was going off. 

"Chopper!" He had turned to shout across the ship, "Come fix her hands so we can fish again!" 

"Right!" The little deer came rushing over to me, still sitting, as Luffy got to his feet and walked away. No goodbye, no wave, not even a glance. It was like I was useless to him now because I couldn't contribute to the one thing that he was set on doing. 

I felt the twinge of annoyance begin to stick to my skin, but I didn't bother trying to quell it at that moment. After all my efforts, shared food and all, I was back to square one. 

God. It was like taking one step forward and two steps back. 

My hands were swiftly wrapped in a salve and bandages, Choppers medicinal abilities would have them healed in about a day or two. Then, he trotted back over to the others who were talking to a mysterious man in an orange suit. With each object each crew member had plucked from his stash, he went on a long-drawn-out speech about it being their top-product, before naming some ridiculous price. A con-man, or a salesman, working to get the highest pitch he could get; either way, I had seen many of these crooks in the city. I wasn't interested in seeing anymore of them. 

I made my way towards the nearest door on deck, the storage room, for some peace and quiet. Anywhere that didn't involve my soulmate trying to talk to me for the moment. 

---

I perked up from where I had my head rested on my arms on the table, hearing the door opening after some commotion outside. 

It was Nami, carrying an assortment of parchment, quills, inks, maps and books. She looked just as interested to see me there as I was to see her. 

"Hey, (Y/n)." She made her way over to the small table, and I moved my arms so that she could place her things down. She put the parchment paper, ink and quills there, but the books and maps were laid on a barrel nearby. 

"Hey." I said softly, playing with the bandages on my fingers, which were falling off from the constant fiddling. Chopper wouldn't be happy. 

"What's up?" She asked, but only after giving me a once over, obviously noticing my down-trodden appearance. I shrug, before clenching my fingers and forcing them onto my lap. I needed to stop messing with them, anyways. 

"Nothing. What are you doing?" Avoiding the topic, I didn’t want to bother her so much with my soulmate-problems. We had little talks here and there about the topic, and I wasn’t about to disrupt her focus.  

"I was gonna' start working," Nami replies, sitting on the other stool, "that salesman ran off and left some paper that I think will be perfect for my map." 

"He ran off?" I asked, tilting my head as she grabbed her quill and began sketching. 

"Yeah, after he found out who Luffy was." She grinned, before continuing. 

"Sanji threatened to give him to the marines so that we could cash in his bounty and buy the paper for me." I snorted. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing. 

My gut twisted uncomfortably as soon as the thought ran through my mind, and my skin vibrated in disapproval; a physical reaction that I assumed was from the soulmate bond. Inwardly, I wondered if Luffy could feel it, too. 

I shook it off, watching as Nami continued to scratch notes and vague images of past islands onto ragged sheets of paper. When she decidedly moved onto the white, clean surface of her new parchment, I spoke up again. 

"Your dream is to make a map of the world, right?" Nami hums a confirmation. Analyzing her finely drawn lines, I find myself impressed. 

"I think your map is going to be really well-done," I start, "You pay such attention to detail, it's insane." 

"Aw, don't make me blush!" Nami coos, and I grin a little at her mock-bashful tone, listening to the soft scrape of ink on paper. She was making the grid lines of her next map, now. 

"In all seriousness, it's been my dream ever since I was little. It makes me happy to hear you say that." I give her a little 'mhm,' for a response, feeling a little bashful myself to hear her so gratified. 

Some time passes as she begins to sketch out the bulk of the island, before she speaks up once more. 

"Well, what about you?" 

"Hm?" I blink, drawn from my haze, "Me?" 

"Yes, silly. Don't you have a dream?" She laughs, still drawing. 

The question makes me stop. I knew the answer. I had always known the answer, but to voice it out loud? Not once had I been asked what my dreams were, what my goals were. 

It was quiet, save for the scratch of the quill. 

"For a long time..." Voice quiet, Nami stopped moving. The air suddenly shifted to something less carefree.

"I just wanted a family. But, after a while, I realized what I really wanted was a place where I belonged. Where I would be loved, cherished, accepted... all that corny stuff." I chuckled, though it lacked a lot of emotion. Annoyance plumed in my chest once again. 

"Then, my soulmate-mark appeared, and that was that." I sighed, feeling despondent, and Nami held a regretful look in her eyes. That made me feel worse. 

"That's just it… Yeah, my dream was to find my soulmate. I guess it came true, right?" I gave her a comforting look, though I'm sure the smile didn't reach my eyes, and I couldn’t help the irritation that seeped into my words. 

"Right." Nami confirmed, though she didn't sound confident in her words.

Then it was quiet again. We both stared at the paper in a reflective silence. 

"Sorry. I didn't mean to make it so serious." I said, sincerely. 

"...did you not have a family?" She finally squeezed out after a moment, seeming hesitant. My heart clenched in my chest. 

"No.” A deep breath, and then I continued. 

“I lived in an orphanage for a long time and helped take care of the other kids once I was old enough. I did have one... for a while. But…” I stopped. Speaking the words out loud was difficult. Speaking the words only reinforced what had happened. They served as a reminder. 

“They didn't want me." I bit back the tears, stubbornly refusing to let my sadness free. The words weighed heavily in the room as the past reared its ugly head within them. 

"Oh." She whispered quietly. 

"It's fine," I quickly tried to remedy, shaking my head to get rid of the bad. 

"I have you guys now. I have you, I have the crew, and I do have Luffy." She must've been able to see through the mask of a smile splayed on my face, because hers reflected that she didn't believe me. 

I didn't blame her, it was hard to believe myself; I had just laid out one of my biggest insecurities and pretended I was fine. 

"It's fine, really, Nami. Everybody moves on at some point or another." I shrugged, twirling a quill in my fingers at her silence. 

“Have you told Luffy, yet?” She asked, eyes squinted in disbelief. 

“No,” I rebutted quickly, “I don’t want to.” 

"...I could talk to him, y'know." She said slowly.

"I know." I started, "And I appreciate that you would... But, that's not what I want. It shouldn't come from anybody else other than him; if he changed because you talked to him, it wouldn't feel real... You know what I mean?" 

"I understand." Nami looks at me, "But, you should talk to him.” 

"...I know I should, I do. I just... I'm honestly scared, Nami." 

"What?" She's taken aback, palms flat against the paper as her quill is dropped. 

"I'm just-- Think about it like this," I turn fully towards her, "What if I do talk to him? I say what I want; be honest about how I feel, tell him about my past, all that jazz… and he just thinks I'm annoying or boring. And then, what if he loses interest? Just like he did today after we spoke for like, not even two minutes..." 

“He’s just so… uninterested.” I sigh, tracing over the soulmate mark and biting my lip, feeling my throat clog at the words that I want to say. I just needed a moment to say them. The mark tingled uncomfortably.

"Nami, what if he just doesn't want me?" I frown, feeling like I could vomit at the idea. I was just feeding into the unending spiral that grew each time me and Luffy had interacted in the past few days. 

"Then my dream is ruined." I finish, feeling defeated and empty at the ideas running rampant in my head. 

It’s quiet, so I decide to risk a look at Nami, and nearly jump back as I look over. The woman is seething, fire nearly replacing the bright-orange of her hair as flames dance in her irises. 

"How about I kick his ass for you, huh?" Nami snarls, "Treating his soulmate like that, making you feel like this... He's an idiot. Who needs boys, anyways?" 

I sweat a little at how scary she had become in under a minute, a stark difference from the melancholic state she was in before. 

"I'll kill him." 

"...You can't, then I'll probably die, too." 

"I'll almost kill him, then." She looks rearing to go, practically rolling up her sleeves. 

The sight has me smiling, and then giggling. 

"Sure, I won't stop you," I'm still laughing, and it's contagious as Nami joins soon, "Maybe it'll make me feel better or something." 

We just sit there, giggling at each other by ourselves in the storage room. We chuckle until I wipe tears from my eyes, feeling a lot lighter after ending the conversation on a good note. Then, it's quiet again. A comfortable quiet, this time. 

"He does want you, y'know..." Nami tries to comfort, and I find myself not believing her, this time around. 

"Before you showed up, he would talk about his mark, from time to time, and about how 'cool it was to have somebody that matched him.'" She sighed, putting a hand on her head, probably remembering the scene and thinking about how dumb he sounded at the time. 

"He just... doesn't know how lucky he is to have you, yet." 

"I'll try to take your word for it." I ended, not wanting to think about it anymore. 

"Okay." Nami responded, before she picked up her quill. 

"Anyways, you told me a little bit about your story, so I'll tell you mine! Sound fair?" 

"Sure, but you don't have to." I was just happy that the topic had changed. 

"Oh, please. It's my turn to guilt trip you now!" 

"Nami! I wasn't trying to--" 

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up and listen to my sob story, girl." 

Chapter Six (Coming soon)...

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 97

Sunday  morning arrived quicker than expected. My internal clock woke me up early and reaching my phone I saw it was a little after 7 am. I got up with a grunt and mechanically did what I did every day, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, took a quick shower, tried to style my hair somewhat decently, got dressed, grabbed my All Might notebook where the cards were, picked up a pen and walked out.

On my way out of my room, I grabbed one of my spare pair of shoes to wear outside and just placed them by the front door for later.

I was surprised to find pretty much half the class already awake, despite being a Sunday at 7 am... That's Hero Training for you, messes up your sleep schedule.

"Good morning," I muttered, receiving a variety of greetings, some more enthusiastic than others, like Iida, Yaomomo and Izuku, they were more cheerful than I was. Well, Iida was more so his usual intensity not really cheerfulness.

Katsuki, Shoto and Koda were more quiet, the blond responding with a grunt instead of words. Sero gave me a hand gesture to greet me, and Aoyama did a pose and began muttering about how it would be a beautiful day.

Glancing out the window, I saw some snow covering the grass outside, the pathway already shoveled.

"Breakfast's ready," Sato spoke, walking out the kitchen with cookies on a tray, Yaomomo following behind with many steaming mugs on a tray of her own. I sat at the table and Katsuki immediately took the seat next to me.

"Going somewhere?" He muttered, picking up a couple of cookies and taking a bite of one. I picked up my steaming mug with (tea/coffee/hotchoco), and gently blew on it before taking a small sip.

"Just heading home for a few hours, gotta give something to the little monsters," Katsuki looked at me, a small smirk showing on his face.

"Those two were something else," I felt my face heating up when I remembered them calling Katsuki 'nii-chan' and saying he will be my 'wife'. Now, I wasn't opposed to the idea, but I was still way to young to think of that, though my birthday was getting kinda close now that I thought about it.

So many things have happened since the beginning of the school year I kinda lost track of everything.

Breakfast went by without a hitch, eventually, the rest of the class woke up and made their own drinks. By the time we were done, Uraraka was the only one still asleep, so we agreed on putting some cookies in tupperware so she could eat them whenever she woke up.

By then, Aizawa had also showed up by the dorm, Eri in hand. The class was happy to see her, and asked Aizawa why was she here.

"Not that it's a bad thing! Not at all! We just wanna-!" Aizawa raised his hand so Izuku would stop talking, his voice getting more high-pitched and kinda breaking here and there.

"I'm here to ask you all to watch over her for a while, I'll be driving (M/n) to his parents' house for a few hours," at that, everyone turned to look at me and I was already putting on my shoes.

"Didn't know you were leaving, (L/n)-kun!" Iida spoke and I chuckled.

I took quick strides to the table where my notebook and pen were still on, "Aizawa-sensei didn't want to let ne go home by myself, something about developing bad habits," I spoke with a shrug as I zipped up my jacket up to my nose, and fixed my hood up.

"Ready to go?" Putting my hand in my pocket, I felt my phone in there so I nodded and we stepped out the dorm.

"See you later, everyone!"

I trailed behind Aizawa as we walked down the pathway and to the black sedan. I got in the passenger seat, buckled the seatbelt and opened my notebook while waiting for Aizawa to get in the car as well.

I began writing down and sketching some ideas to add or change from my gauntlets. Hatsume-chan wouldn't mind helping me, but she would definitely make a new design.

The door to my right closed and Aizawa started the car, seatbelt on, started the engine and pulled away from the dorm, heading toward my home.

The ride was mostly quiet, only the sound of me writing on paper and messy sketching on the pages while Aizawa focused on the road. Then my thoughts wandered to my parents and the twins. I was home two weeks ago for New Year but with everything that happened it felt like it had been way longer than that.

Briefly looking up and glancing out the window, I stared at the thin sheet of snow on the trees, some benches and rooftops. Something about the snow made everything feel serene, and I took a deep breath as I relaxed further on the seat, my head against the slightly condensed window.

My body felt incredibly heavy from exhaustion while simultaneously feeling weightless, like a feather flowing on the breeze. My body was tired, but my mind was at ease for once, briefly recalling everything that happened at my internship.

My thoughts drifted back to the intense moments at Endeavour’s agency, like the first time I struggled to keep up during a patrol with the trio. I remembered the frustration of feeling like I was holding them back, the burning in my legs as I pushed myself harder, and the quiet but firm encouragement from Burnin' that kept me going. Then it was that one moment in the simulation exercise where I finally trusted my instincts instead of overthinking, and it paid off. I could still hear Endeavour’s gruff praise echoing in my ears, even though I knew it was rare for him to give compliments. I wondered how much of that progress I’d be able to maintain now that I was back at school

After a few minutes of me mindlessly staring outside, the silence was broken, “You seem deep in thought," Aizawa-sensei's voice made me blink, realizing I had gotten lost in thought for a while.

I glanced over at him but he was staring ahead, and I looked back at my notes. I hesitated before responding, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice.

"I was... thinking about the internship," I finally admitted, fidgeting with my pen, "A lot happened, and it feels strange to be back."

Aizawa hummed, and I saw him nod, eyes still on the road, “Well, that’s normal. The transition between the field and school can be jarring, especially when you’ve experienced so much in a short period. But it’s important to take time to process it all."

His words made me smile. He always seemed to know what to say to cheer us up, even if he masked it as just being a strict teacher.

“It was… intense, but I learned a lot. I’m glad I got to experience it, even if it was tough. I just hope I'll be able to keep up with the internship and classes," the car stopped at a street light and Aizawa turned to look at me.

"Anyone that misses classes will have extra lessons to make up for that, so don't worry about it for now," I nodded in silence and returned to look out the window, closing the notebook with the pen inside it, "Remember to take care of yourself too, don't overwork yourself."

"I will, sensei." After that, the rest of the drive was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. The car’s heater was enough to keep us warm, and I watched the scenery outside gradually became more familiar too as we neared my house.

When we finally arrived, I was greeted with the familiar sight of the snow-covered driveway. I sighed and unbuckled my belt, I opened the door and before I could step foot outside the car, the front door of my house practically flew open.

Looking up, I saw the twins rushing outside, dressed up in cozy sweaters and at least wearing their slippers. "Nii-chan!" I smiled and pushed the door open to give them room to hug me, since they didn't give me time to get out.

"Boys, come back, it's cold outside!" Glancing over their shoulders I spotted my dad by the front porch, my mom behind him with a warm smile on her face.

"Come on, monsters, go with dad, I'll be there in a minute," they nodded effusively before running back to our parents. I took a deep breath, and turned around to face Aizawa, who wore the same look on his face as when he was watching Eri playing around, "Thanks for the ride, sensei."

"No problem," he replied, a subtle smile taking over his usual serious expression, “I figured it’d be good to ensure you got home safely."

I smiled back and grabbed my notebook, getting ready to step out. That's when I saw my mom walking toward us, which made me frown with curiosity, "Mom?" She smiled at me and leaned over to look at my teacher.

"Mr. Aizawa would you like to come inside for a bit? Of course, if you don't have anything else to do," she spoke softly, and glancing back I noticed him hesitating about accepting the offered, "I thought it'd be rude to leave you out here waiting for my little boy to come out, so I figured I could invite you to have some tea or coffee and just have a chat?"

Well, my mom had always been really convincing, but this was Aizawa-sensei, I wasn't sure if he'll-.

"If it's not too much trouble, Ms. (L/n)," oh damn, she did it.

Mom chuckled and waved a hand, "Not at all! Come on in, it's freezing out here."

She held my hand and helped me out of the car, closing the door behind me and she nudged me forward.

"Your brothers are waiting for you, go," I chuckled and obeyed, walking down the pathway cleared of the snow and gave a quick hug to my dad before coming inside.

I took my jacket and shoes off, putting my pair of slippers and going to the living room, where the twins were sitting on the couch, tho they were practically bouncing off it in excitement. The sight made me laugh and I opened the notebook, both cards behind the first page.

"Little monsters," I pulled the cards out and showed them.

"You did it!" They exclaimed and I walked a few steps closer to them. They patiently waited in front of me, holding onto my shirt with hardly contained happiness.

"Here, one for each," they grabbed them off my hand and looked at them, before frowning and swapping cards. I immediately knew they had gotten the card with each other's name which made me laugh.

"Thank you, nii-chan!" They exclaimed in unison and clung to me. Behind me, I heard the front door closing and glancing back, I saw Aizawa putting on some of my dad's spare slippers.

"Alright, come on, let's sit down," with both of them still clinging onto me, I dragged the three of us to the couch, which didn't take long because it was nearby but fuck, these two had gotten heavier.

We sat together on the couch and they were still gushing about their signed cards, when mom came by, "Do you want anything, honey?" I looked up at mom and smiled.

"Not really, I already had breakfast," she nodded and rushed to the kitchen.

Aizawa and my dad sat on the opposite couch from us, and soon started talking. I didn't know about what because I couldn't quite hear them, and I wasn't gonna try and gossip about their adult conversation, it was none of my business after all.

As I remained with the twins, I watched the nonstop gushing about their cards, showing them to me with big smiles on their flushed faces, making me chuckle as if I hadn't just given those cards to them.

A few minutes later, mom walked out of the kitchen, a tray with a few steaming mugs and two plates filled with brownies. She sat them on the coffee table and I made eye contact with my mom. Judging by the look on her face, she knew I wanted to grab one, so she chuckled and rubbed her hands with a warm look in her eyes.

"Go on, you can eat."

I reached forward and grabbed one brownie while the twins grabbed two each after carefully setting their cards down on the table.

Mom grabbed a mug and handed it to Aizawa who muttered a quiet 'thank you' with a small bow and held it with both hands. He seemed so out of place, but thankfully, my mom knew just how to make friends with everyone.

///////

While the twins and I spoke about my internship, my parents were talking to Aizawa. Of course, I made sure to leave out the small details like how I gave up halfway, and the dangerous situations we encountered. They listened attentively with bright eyes as they heard how "cool and serious" Endeavour was up close.

"Wanna know something even better, monsters?" They nodded and I slouched down so they would get closer to me, wanting in on the secret, "We went to his house and had dinner," I whispered and they seemed ready to scream.

"Dinner with Endeavour?! Nii-chan!" I laughed as they started shaking me back and forth, and well, that caught the attention of the three adults.

"Huh? Dinner with Endeavour?" Dad wondered and I nodded, holding the twins in place, squeezing them against my sides.

"Yeah, Shouto's older sister wanted to meet his friends," the whole conversation about their eldest brother, Touya, flashed in my mind and I was hoping my distress wasn't obvious on my expression, "We had fun, though it was a little awkward at first," I snickered and decided to swap my attention back to the little monsters, tickling them and causing them to jump off the couch.

"Nii-chan! No tickle monster," I smiled at them and raised my hands innocently.

"For now~," I said in a playful voice and they flinched with wide smiles on their faces.

"Boys," mom called us so we looked at her, "Shouldn't you get started on your school project? Since your brother is here you can do it now, how about it?" I frowned and looked at the twins who had suddenly gotten a bright shine in their eyes.

"Yes! Good idea, mom!" Ryo exclaimed while Akira came over to me and he grabbed my hands, pulling me toward him so I would stand up from the couch, "Nii-chan, come on, we have work to do."

They each held one of my hands and began dragging me to their room. I looked over my shoulder at my parents and I saw my mom covering her smile with her hand while dad shook his head fondly with a warm smile on his face. Aizawa looked quite amused at the scene.

As soon as they dragged me in, I couldn't help but noticed the organized chaos on their low table pushed against a wall, covered with school supplies —papers, pens, pencils, glue, tape and scissors— and on that wall there was a big cork board with a couple pictures of me. Drawings and actual pictures.

Stepping closer, I realized they were taken from TV news and their websites. There was shots of me from the Sports Festival; the Obstacle Course, the Calvary Battle and the 1vs1 combats. Ending with a picture of me standing on the podium, my golden medal hanging around my neck with a wide yet tired expression on my face.

Surrounded by the pictures, was a sticky note; What did you feel when you won the Sports Festival?

There was more than just that. The Shie Hassaikai was there. The High-End Nomu in Kyushu with Endeavour and Hawks. At the Nabu Island when we had to protect Mahoro and Katsuma. A few of the incidents during my internship... Including the pastry incident.

So that's what I looked like, no wonder Katsuki found it hilarious.

A few pictures showed me with my classmates and/or senpais, and everything was neatly separated and arranged in a somehow accurate chronological order, a different few questions to each of those sections.

The top of the corkboard had a blank piece of paper, and I figured the title of the project was gonna be there.

I snapped out of my stupor when I heard something behind me, so I glanced over my shoulder to see Akira and Ryo pulling their low chairs closer to the table.

“What’s all this?” I asked, glancing back and forth between them. They looked up at me and then at the board, and they were suddenly bouncing on their feet with enthusiasm.

Akira, always the more talkative of the two, eagerly stepped forward and pointed to the corkboard, “This is our project, Nii-chan! It’s about heroes, but more importantly, it’s about you!”

"Yeah! Look at this!" Ryo exclaimed, standing on his tippy toes to grip the paper at the top and pulling it off. Apparently it was just covering the title, and the words I read almost made me start crying like a little boy again.

Our Favourite Hero, the top of the board read, obviously put together with cut out letter from magazines which gave it a childish charm that made me smile.

"We got assigned this project over the winter break, but we couldn't get much done without you since you were busy with your internship," I looked at Ryo and he fidgeted with his fingers, the exact way I did. I got down on my knees and gently messed with his hair.

"You could have still called me and I would have picked up, monsters," at that, Akira shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest.

"We didn't want to interrupt your training, nii-chan, you're gonna be a hero, right? The greatest one at that, so you needed to focus on that!" Somehow, looking at them right now, I felt so incredibly proud of these two.

"Come here, monsters," I pulled them in a tight hug and they hugged me back without complaining, "I'm gonna be a hero you'll be proud of... I promise."

The twins giggled and nestled further against me, their arms wrapping around my waist. It was a simple moment of warmth and connection, and I cherished it deeply.

“Now that you’ve had your big brother hug,” I said with a soft chuckle, “What’s next on the agenda?”

They had a quick glance exchange before Akira turned to the table to fix some of the mess, “Well, we’ve been working on something special for the project. We wanted to do an interview with you, nii-chan!” At that, Ryo nodded eagerly.

“Yeah! We’re going to ask you questions about being a hero and your experiences. It’s part of our project, and we think it’ll be awesome!” My eyebrows raised, impressed at their decision to make an interview feature.

“An interview, huh? That sounds pretty cool. Alright, where do we start?” I asked as I stood up and went over to their bean bag, dragging it closer to the table.

The twins quickly set up their low chairs at the table too, positioning them so they could face me. Ryo grabbed a notebook and a pen, while Akira shuffled through a stack of neatly organized cards.

“Okay, let’s get started!” Akira announced enthusiastically, making me hold back a chuckle. He picked up one of the cards and cleared his throat dramatically, “First question: What was the most exciting part of the Sports Festival for you?”

I tilted my head as I thought about the Sports Festival. And I got my answer pretty quickly.

“Honestly, the most exciting part was the final match against Katsuki. It was intense, and competing with someone as strong as him made it even more memorable. I pushed myself to do my best, and it felt great to come out on top," I finished with a smile.

Ryo jotted down my answer with a concentrated look, then Akira eagerly flipped to the next card when he received a signal to continue asking, “What about the Shie Hassaikai incident? How did you feel during that battle?”

My smile faded slightly as I remembered the seriousness of the situation. I wasn't expecting them to ask about it so soon, and I couldn't give them the gruesome reality of that mission, so I decided to ease it down a bit, painting the picture a lot brighter than it was.

“That was a tough fight. We were up against some really dangerous villains, and it was challenging," I had to bite my tongue when I remembered Nighteye, "But we saved a little girl, someone who couldn't protect herself, so we had to step in to ensure her safety.”

At that, Akira and Ryo looked at me in awe, before Ryo went back to writing my answer. Akira nodded thoughtfully and then held up another card, “And what about your internship with Endeavour? What was it like working with him?”

Well, of course they would asked me about the number one hero, it was only natural. I chuckled softly at that, and let out content sigh, feeling my mood lighten up again, “Endeavour is a very intense and strict hero, but I learned a lot from him. His dedication to hero work is admirable, and it pushed me to improve my own skills. It was challenging but also incredibly rewarding," I spoke with a proud smile on my face. Yeah, maybe he is a shitty father, but he's a great hero, no one can deny that.

The twins were scribbling furiously, clearly delighted with my answers, Akira repeated my words the best he could while Ryo's hand seemed to move at the speed of light to write as quick as possible, making me chuckle to myself. After that, their questions were more about my classmates, the hardest parts about training to be a hero, and even my thoughts on some of the villains we've fought.

When they finally reached the last question, Akira read through it before looking up at me with a big smile on his face, “If you could give one piece of advice to future heroes, what would it be?”

Oh, well, I wasn't sure I could give advice... No, I can. I took a deep breath and thought for a moment on how to word it, and answered as sincerely as I could.

“My advice would be to never give up, no matter how tough things get," my words came from a place of understanding after facing hardships and overcoming my own limits this winter break, I really understood why heroes gave this type of advice often, "Believe in yourself and your abilities, and always keep striving to be the best hero you can be. It’s the perseverance and dedication that make a true hero," I finished with a smile, something strange swirling in my chest. Something like relief, and longing. It felt nostalgic. Kinda missing who I was before the internship but liking who it had shaped me into.

Ryo beamed with satisfaction and set down his pen, “Thanks, nii-chan! This is going to make our project amazing," they stood up from their chairs and rushed to hug me. I ruffled their hair and placed a kiss on the crown of their heads.

"You did amazing putting this whole thing together, little monsters, I'm proud of you two," they blushed and smiled brightly, "Need help with anything else?"

They looked at each other for a moment, and something similar to realization appeared in their eyes, "Can we get a Katsuki-nii exclusive interview?"

I blinked at them, kinda surprised that they wanted to add Katsuki onto the board, but I couldn't hold back my smile as I pulled out my phone to call Katsuki.

"Let's see, hopefully he's not busy," the call went through and I put it on speaker, placing it on the table as we waited for my boyfriend to pick up, "You know? Maybe he's working out so he might-."

Oh, nevermind.

"Hey, dumbass, what's up?" Katsuki's voice echoed in the room with a soft grunt.

I chuckled and shifted around on the bean bag, crossing my arms while trying to hold back a smirk, "So, Katsuki, I'm with the monsters and they've been working on a project for school," I took a pause to let the words sink in and he hummed, signaling me to continue, "They wanna ask you a few questions, if it's okay with you?"

There was a small pause, where we were able to hear some voices in the background which slowly faded away. Then there was a door opening and closing, followed by the wheels of a chair scraping along the floor.

"Sure, that's good by me, but this better don't take long, brats," looking over at them, I watched them exchanging excited glances and going back to their previous roles. Akira picked up a different stack of cards and did the same as before, dramatically cleared his throat before speaking, and I could hear the faint sound Katsuki holding in his laugh.

"Okay, first question, Katsuki-nii!" Akira said, his voice filled with anticipation, "What’s the most fun thing about training with (M/n)-nii-chan?"

There a moment of silence as the question hung in the air for a moment, and I wondered how Katsuki would respond. Then, with a snort, he answered, "Fun? I don’t know about ‘fun.’ But training with that idiot always gets me fired up. He doesn’t back down from a challenge, and it pushes me to go even harder. We’ve had some crazy sparring matches that’ve probably scared the hell out of the others."

The twins scribbled down his words, their faces lighting up as they processed his response, and I smiled at the handful of times something like that has happened. 

"Next question!" Ryo said eagerly, flipping to the next card. "Has nii-chan ever beaten you in training?"

"Tch," Katsuki scoffed, and I could practically hear the smirk in his voice, "He’s gotten a few hits in, I’ll give him that, but beaten me? He wishes. We’re pretty evenly matched most of the time, but I’m still stronger, if there's a moment he does win, it’s ‘cause I let him. Gotta keep him motivated, y’know?"

I chuckled softly at that, shaking my head. That is so typical of you, Katsuki, never one to admit defeat, even when it's just merely friendly completion or harmless training. Of course, I was gonna let Katsuki have the spotlight and let the twins admire him too.

After chuckling to themselves, they quickly moved on to the next question, Akira's eyes flicking to the card in his hand.

"What’s nii-chan’s most annoying habit during training?" Katsuki scoffed and there was some shifting around, he was probably leaning back on the chair.

"He’s has this stupid habit of overthinking every single thing, like he'll be fighting just fine and then freeze out of nowhere. I understand he wants to do everything perfectly, but his hesitation is gonna bite him in the ass one of these days," I felt myself shrinking on the bean bag, whining quietly.

"Mean... But true," I muttered with a small smile, causing the twins to giggle at my words. Ryo's hand moved on the paper as he wrote Katsuki's answer, while Akira moved on to the next question.

"Alright, Katsuki-nii," he said, a wide grin spreading across his face, "What’s something you admire about nii-chan?"

The line went quiet for a moment, and I could almost feel Katsuki’s hesitation for a couple of seconds, but soon, his voice came through, sounding softer, more genuine, "He’s got a stupid big heart. No matter how tough things get, he’s always looking out for the people around him. It’s annoying sometimes ‘cause it makes him hesitate, but it’s also what makes him a real hero. He’s not just doing this to be the best; he actually gives a damn about people."

That answer hit me harder than I expected, and I found myself swallowing the lump in my throat at the raw sincerity in Katsuki's voice. I will cuddle him all night, I swear...

The twins seemed to sense the shift in tone too, their expressions turning more serious as they wrote down his words.

Ryo was the one to break the brief silence this time, not even looking at the card on Akira's hand, "What’s a funny memory you have with (M/n)-nii-chan?" Katsuki’s laugh was immediate, a short, scoffing sound that made me curious.

"Oh, that’s easy. There was this one time during training when he tried to do this super fancy move he supposedly saw on TV or whatever, and he ended up tripping over his own feet, face-planting right into the ground. The whole class lost it. Of course, he got up like nothing happened, trying to play it cool, but he was about to combust from embarrassment," he cackled for a few seconds, and the twins laughed too, Ryo struggling to write down his answer because of how much his body trembled with laughter. Then Katsuki let out an exaggerated sigh, "We still give him crap about it sometimes."

I couldn’t help but snicker alongside them, even if the memory was a little embarrassing, it was something the whole class turned to whenever they needed a laugh and it was all in good fun, after all.

"And what about your favorite memory with nii-chan?" Akira asked once they’d calmed down, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"Probably the time we both got stuck on cleanup duty after a mission went longer than expected. We were both exhausted, but we just started talking about random crap—movies, food, whatever. It was nice, y’know? Just being able to chill and talk without any of the usual competition or training pressure," Katsuki’s voice softened again, his tone more gentle, "Moments like those make you remember why you're training. To maintain that peace everywhere you go."

The twins nodded, their expressions thoughtful as they wrote down his answer. I could tell they were starting to see a different side of Katsuki, the side that wasn’t all explosions and shouting.

Taking the final card from Akira's hand, Ryo asked, "Last question, Katsuki-nii! If you had to pick one hero skill that nii-chan is better at than you, what would it be?"

Katsuki let out a low grunt, clearly reluctant to admit anything.

"He’s better at playing nice with others. Not that it matters in a real fight, but he’s good at getting people to work together. Makes him a solid leader, I guess. Not that I’d... ever admit that to his face," his voice at the end got quiet, and I could tell he was feeling shy, definitely aware that he just blurted that out with me in the room. it made me smile to hear him talk about me like that.

The twins finished writing with satisfied grins, clearly proud of the answers they’d gotten from my boyfriend. I smiled too, feeling a strange warmth in my chest. It wasn’t often that Katsuki opened up like this, even if it was just for the school project of two 9-year-olds.

"Thanks, love," I said, picking up the phone off the table and turning off the speaker, "The twins really appreciate it."

"Yeah, whatever," Katsuki grumbled, but I could hear the faint hint of affection in his voice, "Just don’t let it get to your head, dumbass."

I chuckled softly and he did the same. There was a small silence between us, where we're just able to hear each other's breathing.

"I miss you..." He whispered and a felt a shiver down my spine.

"I miss you two, Katsuki, I'll be back in a few hours, okay?" He grunted and the chair squeaked under his weight as he shifted around.

"I don't know if I can handle raccoon eyes and dunce face bothering me with homework they forgot to do during break," I smiled and held back a laugh, "However, ponytail should be handling them right now, so I'm not too worried-."

There was a knock on his of his door, and I heard him muttering a quiet 'fuck' as Eijiro's voice came through the line, slightly muffled.

"I spoke too soon, gotta go, love you," I didn't even get to respond back because he hung up. I was praying that he wouldn't kill anyone from the Bakusquad while I wasn't there.

I put my phone away, I saw the twins discussing about how to organize the answers.

"You're putting these on the board?" I asked, leaning closer to see what they were doing. There was a drawing of Katsuki with his winter suit on at the very bottom of the page, only his upper half drawn. It was easy to recognize him, especially if you looked at his face, distorted in anger, and there were a few shots of Katsuki on the pictures of me, so anyone would be able to put two and two together and figure out who he was.

Akira laid the cards on the paper and Ryo marked where the answers would be, the title of that section was half covered so I couldn't really see it.

"Yep, it'll go somewhere down here..." Akira mentioned to the bottom right corner for the board, "Is the title okay, nii-chan?"

He moved the papers that were in the way and I shifted closer to them, cranking my neck to the side to read it. 'A Hero's Best Friend', read the top of the paper.

Honestly, I understood why. The monsters didn't want to out our relationship to their class and possibly their whole school, so calling us best friends was cool with me, besides, I like to think we're still each other's best friend while being lovers.

"Want me to help?" They looked at me and nodded enthusiastically, uttering a 'please!' in unison, making me chuckle.

///////

Maybe an hour had passed while I helped the twins finish and fix their project, making sure it was neat and easy to read and follow through.

"Alright, monsters, remember to clean up or mom is gonna get mad," I stood up from the bean bag I had been sitting and headed toward the door.

"On it!"

I walked out the room and stretched my limbs a little bit. I had completely forgotten Aizawa-sensei was here so I wanted to check up on him, just to make sure my mom hadn't roped him into anything...

Where is he? Where is she?

"Mom?" I quietly called, but no response. That's when I heard muffled laughter and clattering of utensils coming from the kitchen. Imagine my surprise when I walked in and I saw Aizawa standing next to my mom in the kitchen. Wearing an apron. Pouring batter on a tray. Baking.

His sleeves were rolled up, his hair tied in a messy bun, with an expression that could only be described as someone who knows nothing about baking, learning how to bake.

I stood there for a moment, taking in the scene of Aizawa-sensei baking with my mom. It was... surreal, to say the least. My no-nonsense, perpetually sleep-deprived teacher, standing in our kitchen, carefully pouring batter into a tray with all the focus of someone on a mission. And my mom, happily chatting away as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

"Mom?" I called again and she turned around to look at me, a wide smile on her face. The inviting smell of baking goodies filling my nose the longer I stood in the kitchen.

"Oh hey, honey! Shota-kun and I were just finishing up some treats. How was the project with the boys?" I tried not to feel strange at the idea of my mother being in first name basis with my teacher, blinking as I stared blankly at her, and focused on the question.

"It went good, they're finished and are cleaning up the mess they made," she chuckled and went back to cleaning the counter, clearly pleased. It did seem like they were almost done with the baking.

"Those two had been so eager to make their project about you, you know? They can't stop talking about you and Katsuki-kun," there was something about hearing my boyfriend's name that always made me smile, not matter the situation.

“Yeah, they were pretty excited to have me help them, and I think they really enjoyed putting it together," I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe.

Aizawa-sensei glanced over at me, a flicker of something almost resembling a smile on his face, “They seem like good kids,” he said simply, his tone as flat as ever, but there was an unmistakable warmth in his words.

“Yeah, they are,” I agreed, feeling a swell of pride in my chest at the thought of my younger brothers, "Though they can be a handful sometimes."

Mom chuckled and went over to the oven, opening it and pulling out the tray. I could see they had been baking brownies, "Well, judging with what I've been told, Shota-kun has his fair share of handfuls too," she said teasingly, nudging Aizawa with her elbow. Then, she turned to me briefly after setting the tray down, her expression softening, "The boys look up to you, (M/n), they said they were gonna follow your footsteps and become heroes."

Hearing those words made me freeze. The warmth of her voice felt like a comforting blanket around me, and my chest tightened, a mix of pride and emotion swelling up inside me.

The thought of Akira and Ryo looking up to me, wanting to follow in my footsteps and become heroes, hit me harder than I expected. For a moment, I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t just their big brother; I was their role model, someone they were striving to be like.

The realization was both humbling and overwhelming.

I could feel a lump forming in my throat, but I swallowed it down, not wanting to get too emotional in front of anyone.

A small, genuine smile tugged at my lips as finally able to find my voice, “They said that?” I asked softly, looking at  my mom, who gave a subtle nod, confirming it. My eyes flickered up to the ceiling, trying to hold in the tears I felt gathering in my eyes, “That’s… that’s really something,” I added, my voice a bit shaky with emotion, but I managed to keep it steady, “I’ll do my best to make sure I’m someone worth looking up to.”

My mom’s smile softened, and I heard her as she walked over to me, and soon feeling her gentle hand on my shoulder, making me look down at her.

“You already are, sweetheart,” she said, her voice full of warmth and confidence.

I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me, and I took a deep breath, letting the moment sink in. I was doing this not just for myself, but for them too, for Akira, for Ryo, and for everyone who believed in me. And I wasn’t going to let them down.

After that, she caressed my face and gently wiped the stray tear that had managed to escape and went back to Aizawa, who had witnessed the whole scene in silence with a subtle smile on his face.

I blinked a few times and wiped my eyes with the back of my hands, hearing my mom and Aizawa talking about the batter and how to prevent it from baking into the paper while in the over.

I still couldn’t quite believe what I was seeing, but at the same time, it felt oddly comforting. Aizawa-sensei, despite his gruff exterior, was clearly capable of moments like this, moments where he let his guard down just enough to bond with someone, even if it was over something as simple as baking.

“Don’t forget to take some of those back with you for Eri,” my mom said as she finished cutting up the brownies and putting a few of them on a plate, “I’m sure she’d love to try them.”

Aizawa nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards ever so slightly, “I’ll make sure she gets them.”

I watched them for a moment longer before pushing off the doorframe.

“I’ll go check on the twins,” I said, excusing myself.

As I walked back down the hall, I couldn’t help but chuckle softly to myself. Who would’ve thought? My mom and Aizawa-sensei, bonding over baking. The world was full of surprises, but this one? This one was definitely one of the better ones.

///////

Forty-five minutes later, Aizawa-sensei and I were making our way back to the car, tupperware filled with brownies and cookies for Eri and the class.

"See you later, nii-chan!" The twins exclaimed and I smiled and waved at them as I got in the car.

"Don't stresss mom too much, monsters!" They giggled but nodded and hugged mom tightly. My parents chuckled and waved back at me.

"Take care!" I nodded at them and closed the door, continuing to wave to them as the car slowly pulled away.

The first few minutes were spent in complete silence and I found myself staring out the window again, watching how the streets became busy with all the people passing by, and I fidgeted with my All Might notebook.

"Your mom's a good cook, I didn't expect to find myself baking brownies and cookies today but... It was nice," Aizawa's voice broke the silence and I glanced over at him, feeling a smile growing on my face, "I talked about Eri and she suggested I learn how to bake for her."

"Yeah, she has a thing for getting close to others," I spoke as I remembered my mom. She's always been like that, kind, friendly and gentle, incredibly out-going too, Akira is just like her, while Ryo and I are more like our dad, the shyness and anxiety is pretty obvious on the three of us, "She definitely wants to visit the dorm just so she could meet everyone in person, " I chuckled thinking of all the times mom had asked me about my classmates, I'm pretty sure she has their names and quirks memorized by now.

"Well, she's allowed to come over whenever she likes," I felt my chest warm at Aizawa's kind words, hearing him say that made me so happy for my mom.

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Back at the dorm, I was immediately tackled by Eri. She had only seen me in the morning before I left, so it made sense that we had missed me.

"Hey, Eri," I crouched to her height and hugged her for as long as she allowed me, "Here, we brought some treats for everyone," I handed her the tupperware with cookies and she looked at it bright eyes.

She smiled at me and rushed back to the couches, "Cookies!" She exclaimed and the class gathered around her as she opened the container. The smell of the cookies must've set them off because they were practically diving in to get some.

"Easy there, we have more," Aizawa spoke as he closed the door behind him, we took off our shoes and put on slippers before walking further inside the dorm. We placed the containers on the coffee table and opened them.

I managed to grab a piece of brownie before the piranhas dove in the treats.

Shoji, ever so thoughtful, brought paper plates for everyone, and I grabbed one to take some to Katsuki before they were completely gone. I grabbed brownies and cookies before heading up the stairs.

I knocked on the door to let him know I was coming in before opening it. He looked up from his position on the bed, he was reading manga, re-reading it to be exact. I smiled and closed the door behind as I watched a grin slowly make it's way on his face.

"What's that?" He moved his head toward the plate on my hand and I sat next to him when he scooted over. He looked at the treats on display and reached to grab a brownie, taking a bit, "Damn, your mom is so good at baking," he spoke with his mouth full, and I had to place my hand under his chin so he wouldn't get crumps on his bed, which I knew he would complain about.

"She made them with Aizawa-sensei, which was... Weird," Katsuki stopped mid-bite and snorted, how he didn't choke on his food I don't know.

"Sensei? He baked these? Nuh uh, I don't believe it," he chuckled and continued eating, I could tell he did believe me but was just laughing at the odds of our stoic teacher baking.

[prophbuilds]

HG EDM-GB Gundvölva – A Review

I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t at some point going to be a “For Me” gift. I picked this up while taking advantage of some year end Holiday sales after seeing reviews from some popular gunpla YouTubers. Normally, I don’t go in for Grunt Suits (or Bits in this case) as they tend to end up being either Really plain with the variations being the bigger draw or the one I want ends up being stuck as a P-Bandai exclusive for some unknown reason.

Then there’s the Gundvölva.

It’s a fairly basic kit with some nifty tricks up its sleeves and a design that hits like an Astray, GM or Zaku II  - an excellent Base Kit for mods.

So join me as I snap up (and fix) the HG EDM-GB Gundvölva. = )

So, I scooped this kit in like November (?) of last year. It’s no big secret that I’m a fan of ‘The Witch from Mercury’ series. I dig the mech designs and I’m Slowly making my way through a couple of the kits. Despite digging the Gundvolva’s design, I was hesitant on getting one. I’ve still barely scratched the surface of my backlog and I’d just barely started on the MGSD Freedom kit. I really didn’t need a new one.

After watching a few vids on it, I figured it’d be a fun addition to my desk toys. It was fairly Human shaped and it’s got little to no armor so knocking it down to a “Basic Human Figure” for pose reference is a matter of popping off the big ol’ shoulders. Just that easy. = )

So what’s in the box? Not much, really. The Gundvolva is all of four large runners, a small one Just for the face and a handful of stickers. It really is that plain. In the end, that’s a good thing. This is definitely a beginner friendly kit. It’s also one that’s Full of Possibilities… in that is has a couple of mounting points and a super basic backpack with a modern two peg mount.

Snapping the kit up was a breeze. Like the other Witch from Mercury kits, it has some good movement. The shoulder mounts are built like some older kits in that they have a pretty great range of motion. You can actually cross the kit’s arms across its chest! Can’t say the same with the elbows, though. They’re not the double bend like on the Astrays – the closest kit I can compare it to shape-wise.

Another area that was good but could be better was the neck. It has great movement with a solid range both front/back/sides and moving the head up and down. It suffers from a familiar issue with the latter in that it really can’t look up all that far. The head clips to the neck with a ball joint but the back on the helmet bumps into the back of the neck. I ended up shaving a bit off of both to get it to be able to see what’s above it.

My fave part of this kit is something that it didn’t need to have. It has moving knee armor. It’s not a very complicated trick, either. The Gundvolva is using the C-Clip design Bandai has been using on their 30 Minute Missions kits. The trick is done by simply connecting the knee pad to thigh armor and making a little sliding rail on the double-jointed knee. This lets it rotate when you bend the legs. The one part that’s kinda’ fun is the load out. It has a little assault rifle dealie with a removable magazine. It also has two extras stashed on the back of the shield. At first glace, this is a weird thing as the two spare mags are connected. Turns out you can split these into singles. Once separated, they fit in the weapon no problem. Seeing as this kit doesn’t have a standard skit with the little split bead that you can clip apart, I guess this it the Gundvolva’s version. = P

Overall, this was a neat little kit. It suffers from the standard lack of hands that most HGs based off of Grunt suits or basic army builder kits suffer from. It’s also an excellent platform for modding. The Permet sections in the head and chest are simple stickers with the details in the plastic. I think the only other stickers are the eyes and the camera in the rifle. It’s very Straight Build friendly.

As for mine… I have other plans. = )

[buckgasms]

Heyy girl I just wanted to say I love you and your writing!!

I just read the recent Bucky/gym post you did which made me HOT

But hear me out…

What if we ✨explored✨ that idea a bit more?? Maybe go a bit more in detail and expanded on you touching yourself in front of Daddy while he’s in the gym… whatEVER you want babes 😘

✨Babes✨ I see you, I hear you, and I love you.

Thank you for your sweet message, I really love it when people nonnie me about the filth I write. Makes me feel like I'm doing something right ☺️

Ugh Gym Bucky is top tier Bucky. So yah, let's talk about it more because it's an excellent topic of conversation. So ok, here's my thots 🧠

Also daddy use me

I like the idea that he's sitting on one of those benches doing weights, but it's kinda tilted so he can lean back between reps and look at you.

Also this gym terminology might be totally wrong but idk

And he's got you on the mat, in a sorta 'ass up face down' pose and either you just have to use your hands or he's set up some kinda device, so when he does his reps...... You do yours if you get me 💦

But obviously you got to go at Bucky's pace, so everything is so slow and controlled and you are a total mess before too long. Being watched, being teased from afar, his deep rumbling voice reminding you what a dirty, greedy, desperate little princess you are.

After a short break, where you whine and pant into the mat beneath you he calls out, "10 more princess, come on, show me what a good girl you are..."

You listen to him adjust the weights and grunt out a "one" as you sink down on the dildo, you have to go all the way down and up again in time with him, it's torture all the way to 10, making you cry and whine for him to give you more.

You don't hear him approach because of your moaning, so you jump a little when his warm hands grip your hips, and rolls you over. He smiles when he sees your tear stained, fucked out face, your hands flop backwards and you huff out a sob as he rubs his hard cock along your puffy, soaked folds.

"Oh baby, look at you" he coos, spreading your folds open and spitting, making you flutter and whine. He leans all the way forward, folding your legs up in the process. His hard, sweaty body presses against your shivering one and he presses a possessive kiss to your slack mouth. "Daddy please?" You whisper, between kisses, "please...need you". He soothes you as tears leak down your cheeks, kissing them away before lifting himself up, pressing his cock into your aching hole and holding it just for a moment.

"You want this princess?" He mocks gently as you wail and nod, and he laughs softly, before pressing all the way in, agonisingly slowly, relishing the long moan emitting from your lips.

Your body falls open to him, and he lets his hands roam all over you as he fucks you into the mat. You watch helplessly as he pinches your nipples, sucks them, tickles your tummy, squeezes your thighs, slaps your ass. Whatever he wants. It just makes you squeeze him harder, squeal and beg for him.

"Such a good girl ain't ya? Letting daddy tease you, make you all messy, cos I like it that way hmmm?" He leans down, thrusts coming hard and deep. Lips sucking bruises on your neck between filthy whispers. "You like this baby? Like being my little fuck toy? Like it when daddy uses you?" You manage to shout out a "yes" before he captures your lips in a kiss.

Your body is on fire, mind floating away from you as he drags you to the edge. "Can't hold it daddy....please...can I?" You beg, and he increases his pace.

"Hold it" the worst two words be utters to you as he continues to fuck you. He grins as you whine, knowing how hard you're trying to be good. He feels your walls flutter and watches your eyes widen as it takes over you.

"Ok princess, come for me now"

The relief of his permission makes your body go slack then taute as your orgasm rips through you at last. He swears as you grip him like a vice, setting off his own orgasm, coating your walls and stealing more kisses from you.

Your body shakes for a while after your orgasm subsides, your lower half feeling numb yet tingly all over. You giggle when he pulls you into his arms, laying snuggled up against him on the mat and he presses soft kisses to your sweaty forehead and you nuzzle and kiss his neck. Big hands soothe you and finally you surface and smile at him, which he returns pressing one more kiss to your lips.

"Are we gonna have a shower now daddy?" You say quietly, feeling utterly exhausted and worn out. He chuckles and leans over you, pinning you against the mat again, much to your surprise.

"But babygirl... We haven't finished our workout yet..."

[livfastdieyoung69]

Edge x reader where edge and reader are bored in a hotel room one day and they decide to try on each others clothes and have like a fashion show and Christian walking in

Ring Gear

“I’m bored.” Edge and Y/N sat against the frame of his hotel bed, the tv playing Cops but it clearly wasn’t keeping Edge’s attention very well.

“Yeah, I got that from the first five times you said it.” Edge groaned at the sarcastic response, flopping over to continue his complaining against their thigh. “If you’re so bored than go pick out what you’re gonna wear tonight or something!” Instead of replying, Edge continued his huffing but walked over to his suitcase, dragging his feet. He quickly unzipped it, pulling out all of the options onto Christians bed- who had left Edge in their hotel room to go get a few drinks with a couple of friends that he knew Edge wasn’t really a big fan of so he made Y/N babysit him.

“How about the green pants? I like those ones.” Y/N took their eyes from the tv to give their input. Edge turned to look at them like they were insane.

“I wore those last Monday babe! You totally have to wait at least like two weeks before wearing the same thing!” He explained as if everybody was supposed to know that already.

“Well, sorry, Jesus. I didn’t mean to affend you..” Y/N mumbled with an eye roll, turning their attention back to Cops.

“How about these ones?” He held up a pair of white ones with red details.

“Yeah, those are cool. I like the red velvet ones too they look fuzzy.”

“They are! It kinda sucks to wrestle in, I always feel like I’m overheating but they look cool.”

“That’s kinda gross.’

“It’s true, babe! Here try em’ on, see for yourself.” Edge threw the pants at them while talking, accidentally hitting them in the face.

“I don’t really wanna try your sweaty ring gear on, Adam.”

“I’ll try on your ring gear if you do.” Y/N’s eyebrows raised, a smirk settling on their face at the idea. “And I’ll wear the green pants tonight?” Y/N got out of bed and made their way to the door.

“Hey! Where are you going?”

“Well, I gotta get my ring gear don’t I?”

*******

Y/N sat a pair of ridiculously big sunglasses over their eyes, tinted red with white frames, before moving back to sit on the bed, Edge’s pants bunching around their ankles due to the height difference he held above them as they waited for him to leave the bathroom.

“You almost done in there?” Y/N shouted over Edge’s grunts.

“Dont rush me, these pants are like impossible to put on!”

“Please dont rip-“ Before they were able to finish the bathroom door swung open to reveal Edge posing with one hand to his head and the other on his jutted hip. Y/N tried to speak but their laughter wouldn’t allow it.

“I know, I just look so great, huh?” He continued with the poses while making his way over to the bed. “Ooh, look at me, I’m Y/N in my tight leather pants, ooh I’m so sexy!” His voice went high in impersonation. Y/N slapped him on the arm before jumping out of the bed and lowering their voice.

“I’m Edge, I’m so cool dude and totally a great wrestler, I definitely don’t cheat in every match! And Christian totally isn’t wayyy cooler than me!”

“Hey!”

“Just speaking the truth.” Y/N spoke with a shrug before they were roughly put into a headlock.

“Take that back!”

“Just becuase you can’t handle it doesn’t mean its not the truth, Adam!” They spoke through giggles. Edge opened his mouth to answer but someone else beat him to it.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Christian spoke from the door frame of the hotel room. Edge and Y/N quickly seperated, refusing to make eye contact with the newly returned man. Christian signed before speaking again. “I knew I shouldn’t of left you.”

ya yeet little brother jakey tryna roast me? ive had that in my head literally all dayyyyy bro i used to love logan paul i literally watched that one video of the Suicide Forest before it was taken down

[titanicfreija]

"You didn't tell me?"

"Huh?"

"About the Final Death thing."

Freija stopped at the corner of the den and the inlet for bedrooms, and she crossed her arms to lean on the wall. Sunny worked on her sand table with the cover on, apparently not wanting anyone to watch her work but still wanting to work.

".... No. I decided that you didn't need to know. We learned our lessons without that information and you didn't need to be frightened of something that already didn't happen. If you ever need to know it again, we're probably in more trouble than we can get out of. So, no. I didn't tell you."

Freija nodded slowly with a frown and eased off the wall to pace into the living room. "That makes perfect sense, but it still feels kinda like you lied to me? For my sanity, I guess, 'cos you're right, I would have had nightmares. Would have been afraid to fight Hive for a long time."

"I'm glad you see my point."

~

"Okay, fine."

"How bad is it?"

"Bothering me? Only some..." Freija drifted off as she started over, going first to the kitchen, then to the den. "You dealt with it by yourself. Lived with that lesson and that fear like that. 'cos you did know."

"Yes. And I'm so, so glad you prioritize your fire. If you had known the threat posed, you would have attacked the Knight without it, and we would have died. If you waited on me, we would have died. That whole thing turned out real well for us, and looking back too hard on how it might not have wasn't going to help."

Freija poured some salvaged wine into a wineglass-shaped plastic cup and looked through to check for contaminants. The sand table opened noisily, allowing a few inches for Sunny to peek out and narrow at her Guardian.

"Underground in the right spots counts as cool and dry," Freija remarked, sipping and hiding her flinch.

"If this kills you, I'm leaving you down until I decide not to."

"Love you!"

A hush fell as Freija sipped her drink and Sunny continued digging into the sand with off-rhythm hissing crunches.

"I was so proud of you," Sunny said eventually.

"Hm?"

"You incinerated the thrall and you turned around as it hit me. And your fire dimmed, and your face fell and the glow in your eyes faded... And then you pulled in the Light and charged in. My Guardian was--and still is-- brave and strong. And I was so proud of you."

Freija blushed and pulled her legs up. "I don't remember any of that. I remember being really really fucking scared." Her eyes watered again. "I felt it in my core, it's why I call you my soul, that shit-- that relic skipped armor and flesh and bones and cut through my heart and I felt that chill." She blinked the tears away and smiled as she wiped her face clear. "My fire felt like coming out of the methane. It wrapped around me and sank in. And I had to kill him and I could, so I did. Dumped that... Was it a retrofuturist or a wishbringer...? One of those crucible ones."

"A wishbringer."

"Oh, right, you actually have the whole thing still in there, huh."

"I still have the whole thing still in here, yes," agreed Sunny distantly. "I didn't know you felt it like that."

"He was sucking the Light out of my soul, of course I felt it like that."

"You felt it and you didn't know it could kill us?"

"Not... I pretended there was still question. I knew, but I didn't know." She busied her mouth with some wafers from rations. "Fucker took six shots before that fucking chitin gave in. He couldn't do shit after the first one. What're you doing in there? You gonna finish any time soon?"

Sunny grunted affirmatively. "This is abstract. Do not say anything about it. Anything at all."

"Yes, ma'am."

The cover slid back enough for Sunny to fly out and then she closed it again, as set by a special switch for the purpose, and turned the cover transparent.

The tiny crosshatch of string lights illuminated the bed of sand and its winding, edged up patterns, apparently going in a rectangle to fill in the space a ring at a time. "What do you call a rectangular spiral?"

"I think it's still a spiral. Don't talk, you're scaring me."

"I love you, Sunny, I pass no judgement, I'm just looking at it."

She liked it, but abstract indeed-- she had no idea what the hell it was. The spiral started (or ended) in the corner. The inch-wide "band" went around and around with different shapes filling the inch-wide space in different intervals. The round shell had been manipulated to create fishscale and arrows in all directions; and stripes, dots, lines in varieties that Freija didn't think would be possible with a Ghost shell of any shape.

"So... How... Dextrous? Would you say you are, in the realm of Ghosts?"

Sunny whirled her Dawning Lotus petals merrily. "About a nine on a ten scale. I could win competitions. I have won competitions. That was a very long time ago."

Freija laughed. "You guys had, what, races and dance-offs and stuff? Sounds awesome."

"And things like carrying stuff or flight... Uh... sort of like performance flying? It's like dancing but with a much bigger dance floor and you have to be moving at least five clicks an hour with tiny exceptions."

((I have invented a thing!))

"Sounds awesome," Freija repeated. She nodded at the table with a smile, then returned to the couch.

"Yeah. Sometimes we would catch rides between planets and playing those little games were good ways to pass the time."

"Do you miss it?" Sunny turned to see Freija lifting curious brows at her. "I wanna see anyway, do these things still happen?"

Sunny froze in the air. "I honestly don't know if paired-up Ghosts do it. I remember thinking they were all stuffy, back then."

Freija and Sunny giggled together and Sunny drifted over as Freija held a hand out to 'hold'. "Was that another one of those ways you turned out to be wrong? Or decided you weren't going to be like that and was wrong?"

"That one. I thought I would be so much more independent and would keep dancing and drawing.... and I completely forgot about all of it."

They giggled again. "I'm glad I could remind you," the Guardian said chipperly. "Did you have friends in those circles?"

"Some." Sunny clicked harshly. "We would treat the ones that found their Guardians like the dead, talk about how we would never see them again. I forgot about all of it! Peach still floats around in the Tower, I don't think she's even looking for hers anymore. She's hilarious, we used to talk about how we thought foods might taste."

"Yeah?"

Sunny pulled closed sheepishly. "Yeah, she'd be right along smashing cookies with me."

"Awesome."

"Shadow used to do aerials but I don't know if he has since he found his Guardian, and that was a long time ago."

"If you can get the Ghosts, I'll talk to the Guardians and menace as needed, I'll get one of my big ships and we can do a thing," Freija offered with a crooked smile.

"... Yeah?"

"Yeah. I don't think anyone would say no, but just in case, I have hammers." Freija got up to look at the sand again and cocked her head to a side. "Nope," she muttered.

"It's not about what you see, it's about how it makes you feel," Sunny explained. "It's also a story."

Freija nodded firmly, but her brow creased with confusion. "'kay. Well. For how... It makes me feel..." She stood back and pressed her lips as she considered her answer. "It doesn't make me feel anything, but if it's a story, it's winding and deeper than it looks and going by the bubbly middle bit, ends well."

Sunny's light blinked and she whirred curiously at her Guardian. "Where in that thick skull are you keeping that stuff?"

The Titan shrugged helplessly.

~

@annieruok94

[ro-is-struggling]

Undercover || Bucky Barnes x Plus size!Reader

Part II: The Mission

Summary: Your first mission with the Avengers proves to be more difficult than you expected when you discover you have to go undercover with none other than Bucky Barnes. Spending so much time together posing as an engaged couple leads to the development of feelings that you fear will change your relationship forever.

Warnings: slow burn, mutual pining, fake dating, mentions of the reader being insecure about her body, probably overuse of pet names (doll), heavy make out session, fluff with a hint of angst and a sprinkle of horny

English is not my first language

Word count: 8000+

Notes: I tried my best with this one so I hope you guys will like it!! It gives you a little taste of whast to come in the next part👀

Tagging: @caritobbg @lokisasgardianvampirequeen @midnights-ramblings @that-girl-named-alex thank you all so much for your support!!

Part I Part III

Waking up next to Bucky was as magical as falling asleep next to him. When you opened your eyes you found his figure resting peacefully next to you. He still had his arm around your body and now that you were facing him you could see how close you were to each other. The sunlight streaming through the windows framed his face differently, giving him an ethereal look. You laid there, silently admiring Bucky's beauty, wishing the moment would never end. You didn't want to go back to normal, not if it meant you could never sleep wrapped in Bucky's arms. Returning to your normal life after the mission was over would be harder than you expected. 

But for the moment you tried not to think about that, pushing all your worries to the side so you could enjoy the warm feeling that flooded your body as you admired Bucky at your side. His messy hair rested on the pillow pointing in all directions, evidence of his night's rest. A single lock fell across his face, blocking your view of a section of his features. You couldn't restrain the urge to reach out your hand to brush it away, your fingertips barely grazing the delicate skin of his face. You tucked the hair behind his ear and when you returned your attention to his features you discovered that a faint smile had crept across his lips.

“Good morning, doll.” Bucky spoke, his voice raspy from sleep, taking you by surprise. Had he been awake the whole time? "How did you sleep?"

"Good." You muttered, turning your gaze away from his face in an attempt to control the embarrassment that gripped your insides at getting caught admiring him while he slept.

"I didn't crush you too much while I slept, did I?"

"No, it was fine. If anything you kinda helped me fall asleep. Turns out you're a pretty good weighted blanket." You joked with a chuckle. Bucky smiled and you felt that familiar tingle in your stomach. Now that he was awake the distance between you felt even smaller. His deep blue eyes pierced yours with an intensity that made you nervous. You felt completely exposed, unable to hide from his curious gaze. And you feared that somehow Bucky would be able to read in your eyes how you really felt about him.

"Glad to know I could help."

"What about you? Did you sleep well?" You asked him, curious to know if he had had another nightmare.

"Yeah, I slept like a baby." Bucky nodded. "You're kinda comfy too." You didn't know how to react to that compliment, so you simply let out a light chuckle. You were glad to know that he also seemed to find the situation strangely comfortable. You shouldn't be feeling so good about waking up in each other's arms. You were friends, but you weren't that close. Sleeping together and sharing such intimate moments should still feel somewhat awkward, yet neither of you could help but feel comfortable lying next to each other. It was as if that was the right thing to do, as if deep down you weren't acting and were just listening to the deepest desires of your hearts.

"We should probably get up." You said after a few minutes of silence in which you just looked at each other.

Bucky let out a grunt. "Five more minutes." 

You opened your mouth to protest, to tell him you had a lot of work ahead of you and it would be best to start early, but the words died in your throat when Bucky hid his face in the crook of your neck. His breath tickled you as his hand tightened its grip on your figure, awakening a tingling sensation on the exposed skin of your waist. The shirt you were wearing had lifted a little in your sleep, but Bucky didn't seem to mind. His fingers traveled down your back, tracing a trail of delicate caresses that lit a fire in your skin. 

You relaxed under the gentle brush of his fingers, losing yourself in the intimate moment you shared. Your hand found its place in Bucky's hair, delicately stroking his scalp and letting your fingers play with the brown locks. The moment your nails made contact with his skin, you heard Bucky let out a noise of approval. It was barely a whisper, muffled by the skin on your neck. You probably wouldn't have heard it if not for the closeness of your bodies, Bucky's chest vibrating against yours as he let out a moan. 

You felt electricity run down your spine as a new wave of butterflies fluttered through your stomach. It was a familiar yet completely new sensation, as if your body was reacting to a completely different situation, a completely different emotion. You couldn't quite decide what it was, though. You just knew that you felt different, that the butterflies in your stomach and the tingling inside you were much more intense than usual. Maybe it was because of the intimacy and tenderness of the moment. Or maybe it was because you were beginning to develop something more than just a crush. At the moment you didn't care much about the answer. All you wanted was to lose yourself in that moment, to engrave it in your memory forever.

"I could get used to this." Bucky whispered, pulling you out of your thoughts. It took you a few seconds to understand what he had said, his voice was so low that you were sure he didn't want you to hear it. But you did and your heart raced because for a moment you thought maybe your feelings were reciprocated.

But then Bucky's phone started ringing, putting an end to the magical moment and snapping you back to reality. You didn't have time to process what had happened because as soon as he took the call you were both forced to return to work. Steve and Nat shared with you new details of the event's security and guest list, definitely confirming that something suspicious would happen that night. They theorized that perhaps the bioweapon would change hands, either because your target was going to sell it or delegate it to someone else to carry out his plan. There were suspicious people invited that supported both alternatives, although at the end of the day it didn't matter because it was a problem in anyone's hands. So you and Bucky would have to hurry to get the bioweapon before someone else did.

You spent most of the day preparing for the evening gala, going over the plan and adjusting some of the details based on the new information Steve and Nat had given you. After lunch you decided to take a shower, locking yourself in the bathroom to begin the long process of physical preparation, fixing your appearance to fit in with the fancy gala you were to attend. You tried to relax, letting the water cascading down your body wash away all your worries. On your way out, you changed into your pajamas once again, letting Bucky go into the bathroom while you started working on your hair. 

By the time night fell you were almost ready. Your makeup was done to the best of your abilities, subtle, but shiny. You felt odd looking at your reflection in the mirror. You barely recognized yourself under all the foundation and highlighter on your cheeks. You weren't used to wearing makeup, but you'd be lying if you said that the sharp eyeliner you wore and the bold color that stained your lips didn't make you feel sexy. You felt pretty with blush decorating your cheeks and your hair falling in a cascade of curls over your shoulders. It was different from your normal look, but you liked it.

The real problem came when it was time to put on the dress. It was very different from the kind of clothes you were used to wearing and you felt out of your element when you had it on. You had only tried it on once to make sure it fit, and since that time you couldn't shake the feeling that it didn't look right on your body. Nat had assured you that you looked beautiful when you expressed your concerns, but you weren't so sure. And now looking in the mirror you still had your doubts. 

You struggled with the zipper that rested at the back of the dress for quite a while, convinced that you could pull it up by yourself. But after cramping both arms a couple of times and only managing to get the zipper halfway up your back you gave up and left the bathroom in search of help. 

Bucky was just finishing fixing the bow tie on his tuxedo when you appeared behind the door. His hands stopped their actions as his eyes slowly roamed your figure from head to toe, as if he was memorizing every little detail of your appearance. He seemed surprised by what he saw, his eyebrows raised and his lips slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something but the words had died in his throat. And that's when you felt it, embarrassment hitting you with a sweeping force. Your heart raced and your face felt on fire as all the blood in your body concentrated in your cheeks.

"Can you help me with the zipper?" You asked him, avoiding eye contact.

It took Bucky a few seconds to react, nodding his head without uttering a word. As he approached you, his eyes kept admiring your face with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, as if he couldn't believe that you were the same person who had been with him for the last few hours. You hated that. It always happened to you every time you tried something new with your appearance. Everyone's eyes would stare at you, as if it was impossible for them to believe that you were capable of dressing well or changing your hairstyle. It made you feel anxious so you had stopped putting effort into your appearance a long time ago, protecting yourself in the security that monotony gave you.

"Stop looking at me like that! I know it's weird, okay? You don't have to keep reminding me." You exclaimed when you found it impossible to continue to bear Bucky's gaze. 

"It's not weird." He assured you, resting his hands on your back. You could feel him towering over you, the warmth of his body enveloping you in a matter of seconds. His fingers brushed the exposed skin of your back, slowly moving down your spine until they found the zipper of your dress. They awakened a familiar tingle inside you, igniting the skin in their path. "You look beautiful, doll."

Oh.

You definitely did not expect to hear him utter those words, let alone hear the way he said them. You couldn't describe exactly what it was, but his voice sounded different. It was a husky whisper, barely audible thanks to the short distance that separated you. You could feel his warm breath crashing against your hair as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. A shiver ran down your spine and you knew he had felt it because he still had his fingers on your back, zipping up your dress incredibly slowly.

"Oh. Thank you," you mumbled once you found your voice.

You tried not to squirm too much under his touch, praying that Bucky wouldn't notice how much his closeness affected you. But it was not an easy task when the slightest brush of his skin against yours gave you goosebumps.

"All done!" Bucky exclaimed as he finished zipping you up. His hands provided one last caress on your shoulders before he pulled away from your body, putting distance between you. You bit your tongue to keep from groaning at the absence of his warmth, turning to give him a grateful smile.

You disappeared into the bathroom once again under the excuse that you needed to finish fixing your hair when in reality all you wanted to do was escape Bucky's intense stare. Leaning against the door, you let out a long sigh. Your heart was still beating fast and you could still feel the ghost of his fingers on your back.

"Focus Y/N! You have a whole night of this!" you said under your breath in an attempt to prepare your mind for what was coming. You were going to have to be around Bucky all night so you couldn't lose control every time his hands touched you. You had work to do and you had to stay focused. 

When you came out of the bathroom Bucky was waiting for you. "Are you ready?" he asked you as he adjusted his tuxedo jacket. He looked beautiful dressed like that. You had never seen him wearing anything like it before and you couldn't say you disliked it.

"Yeah, I just need my shoes." You saved them for last because they were the part of your outfit you hated the most. You could get used to everything other than the pressure the heels put on your feet. You admitted that they made you feel tall and elegant, but you didn't think it was worth it. 

However, it didn't matter what you thought because today you weren't Y/N. Today you were Elizabeth, and she loved high heels. So you kept your opinions to yourself and sat on the bed so you could tie your shoes. They were beautiful really, elegant and delicate, with an intricate lace that held them safely to your feet. You just hoped you wouldn't have to put into practice anything Nat had taught you about fighting in heels because you really weren't sure you could do it.

"Ready!" you exclaimed, getting out of bed to grab your purse. "And just in time!" you added when you saw the time. "The car will be here any minute. Do you want to wait downstairs?"

"Yeah, but there's something we have to do first." Bucky said and you frowned, wondering if there was something you were forgetting.

"Oh. What is it?"

"Kiss me."

You looked at Bucky in complete shock. Your confused brain was working rapidly trying to decipher whether you had heard him correctly or if it had all been a product of your imagination. There was no way it was real. It was impossible.

"W-what?" you stuttered, waiting for a confirmation of what you had heard before doing anything. You were not about to make a fool of yourself. Not again at least.

"Kiss me." Bucky repeated calmly, completely unaware of the effect his request was having on you. "I don't want to look surprised the first time it happens in public."

"Are you being serious?" you asked, letting out an awkward chuckle. He couldn't be serious.

"Dead serious. We need to look convincing, our first kiss can't be in public. They'll know we're lying."

You wanted to protest, to tell him that you didn't need to kiss. You were pretty sure you wouldn't need to, after all you weren't planning to be there long. But instead you just nodded. You were nervous, but the part of you that was dying to know what it felt like to kiss him was stronger than the rational side of you that told you this was a bad idea. You knew that once you tasted his lips there would be no turning back, but you wanted to do it anyway.

"Alright, how do we do this?"

"Just kiss me." Bucky spoke as if it were simple. The calmness in his voice was clear evidence that he did not know that what he was asking of you was your greatest dream, but also your greatest perdition. If you proceeded there was no way you could forget him. You would be condemned to live in love with him, longing to feel his lips on yours once more. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was really worth it. But then you thought you were already screwed up enough, so you might as well go all the way.

Swallowing your fears, you took a couple of steps forward and approached Bucky. You placed a trembling hand on his cheek, instinctively stroking his skin as you looked into his eyes. He leaned into your hand and you felt the butterflies in your stomach awaken. Your eyes rested on his lips momentarily, admiring them with desire before you brought your face a little closer to his. You were so close that you could feel your breaths clashing and mixing. Your noses brushed together in a promise of what was to come.

Before proceeding you returned your gaze to Bucky's eyes. His blue orbs looked slightly darker than normal, glowing with anticipation. He nodded his head slightly, an almost imperceptible movement that answered the question he read in your gaze. Then you closed your eyes and shortened the little distance that separated you, bringing your lips together in a kiss.

Fireworks exploded behind your eyes at the contact. It was a slow and shy experimental kiss, but an intense one nonetheless. Bucky's lips caressed yours softly, moving together as if this wasn't the first time you had kissed. You completely lost yourself in the moment, letting your heart take the reins as you melted into Bucky's arms holding you by the waist. You were thankful for that because if you didn't have him for support, you were pretty sure you'd end up on the floor since your legs felt like jelly. 

Your eyes remained closed for a few more seconds after you separated. Your brain, overwhelmed by the swirl of emotions you were feeling, struggled to fully comprehend the situation. It was hard to believe that this was really happening so you were afraid to open your eyes and discover that it had all been just a dream. But when you finally did, you were met with Bucky's amused smile.

"That was good, but I think we can do better."

Before you had time to process his words, you felt Bucky's lips crashing against yours again. This time he was clearly in control, establishing a faster, more passionate pace. His metal hand tightened its grip on your waist while his flesh hand moved up to your face, cupping your cheek and tilting your head so he could further deepen the kiss. His tongue brushed your lips and you opened them without a second thought, letting him do what he wanted with you.

You tried your best to keep up with him, but your brain was too overwhelmed by the situation to coordinate properly. Still, you tried to memorize every detail—the way Bucky's lips felt on yours, how they moved, and the almost inaudible sounds that escaped him every time your tongues intertwined. You wanted to capture the moment in your mind in case that was the last time you felt his lips on yours. 

Before letting you go, Bucky took your lower lip between his, sucking lightly and then biting it gently. An involuntary moan escaped your throat and you didn't realize it until you opened your eyes to find Bucky's triumphant smile. It was as if he had done it on purpose, as if he had only been willing to release your lips after you gave him an audible confirmation of how much you had enjoyed his kisses.

"That was better." He spoke so casually as you struggled to regain your composure. "I think we're ready."

The trip to the event was peaceful. A limousine picked you up at the hotel and took you to your destination. It was your first time traveling in that kind of car and honestly you didn't see the appeal in it. It was nice to have so much space and being separated from the driver avoided the awkward silence and forced chatter that sometimes formed when using a cab, but other than that it didn't have many advantages. Maybe it was because you were too cheap and ordinary to understand it, or maybe it was because your nerves didn't let you really appreciate the moment, but you didn't feel anything special or different when riding in that flashy vehicle.

In addition to the nerves you felt about facing your first mission your brain was still recovering from the attack of Bucky's lips. Saying that your mind wasn't quite there was an understatement, so the trip flew by. Before you knew it, you had reached your destination. The car stopped and you felt Bucky's hand on your leg, bringing you back to reality.

"Are you ready?" He spoke in a soft tone, giving your leg a light squeeze. He noticed the hesitation and nerves in your expression and wanted to make sure you were okay before proceeding.

You took your time to respond, trying to force your mind to focus on what was important. Then, letting out a sigh you said, "Yeah, let's do this." 

As Steve and Nat had anticipated, the event had a lot of security. Almost too much for a so-called charity event of that nature. It was very suspicious. There were guards around the perimeter and security cameras everywhere. At the entrance guests were searched as a security measure before being allowed to enter the building to make sure they were not carrying weapons. Seeing the level of security that handled the event made you wonder how the hell would you manage to sneak into your target's office to take what you had come for. It seemed impossible when you were surrounded by so many cameras and guards on every corner.

"Relax," you heard Bucky's voice whisper in your ear. He took your hand in his as you walked towards the great hall where the rest of the guests were, giving it a light squeeze. "Nat has our backs." He spoke as if he was able to read your thoughts, as if he knew exactly what was troubling you. You didn't know how he did it and decided you didn't have time to question him, so you just nodded, giving him a grateful smile for his words. 

Once you were far enough away from the guards, you pulled a pair of earpieces out of your bag, handing one to Bucky before placing yours in your ear. It was well hidden under your hair, so at least that was one less thing to make you anxious.

"We're in." Bucky whispered as he adjusted the device in his ear. "Do you have eyes on the target?"

"Not yet." Natasha's voice echoed in your ear. She was in charge of the technological part of the mission, hacking into the security cameras to be your eyes in the places where you couldn't snoop without being discovered. "I think he's in his office, but I have no footage to confirm it."

"Do we have to worry?" you asked, afraid you were too late.

"Nah, there hasn't been any movement. I don't know what he's doing up there. But I'm gonna find out, don't worry."

While waiting for any news from Nat, you and Bucky made an effort to blend in with the crowd, enjoying the party. You chatted with a very sweet old couple who told you on several occasions that you made a very cute couple and you prayed they weren't corrupt because they were truly adorable. You were terrible at small talk, but luckily you didn't have to do much more than listen to them talk about their grandchildren and the many trips they had taken over the past few months. 

You found some relief when another couple approached them and you and Bucky took the opportunity to escape from there, settling in at the bar for a while. You order a couple of drinks as you waited for your moment of action, eyes scanning the room thoroughly.

"God I hate rich people." You muttered as you brought the drink to your lips, allowing yourself to get out of character for a moment since there weren't many people around.

"At least they were nice."

"Yeah but still, I wanna get out of here."

As if a higher being had decided to answer your prayers, Natasha's voice echoed in your ear again after long minutes of silence. "He's heading your way," she informed you over the comms. You and Bucky raised your heads as if someone had called out to you, looking around the room for your target. But there were so many people there that it was difficult for you to find him.

"Rich people are all the same," you complained.  "Do you have eyes on him, Nat?"

"I lost him. This place is huge! But I saw him enter the ballroom, he has to be there."

"Great! What now?" Natasha was right, the place was huge and all the men were dressed similarly so finding your target was not going to be so easy. It wasn't like you could just walk around the place looking for him, it would be too obvious and your positions would be compromised.

"C'mon I have an idea." 

Bucky didn't give you time to question him, he simply took you by the hand and led you through the room among the crowd of people. You followed him without a second thought, taking the opportunity to scan your surroundings for your target. However, when Bucky stopped in the middle of the dance floor you looked at him with confusion.

"What are we doing here?" you asked as your eyes darted over the couples dancing around you. There was a band playing soft music and it seemed to encourage people to cling to each other and wander around the room to the beat of the melody.

"Dancing." Bucky answered as if it were obvious. He took your hands and rested them on his shoulders. Then he lowered his hands to your waist, pulling you into his body. You were trapped against his tall, imposing figure that towered over you despite the high heels you were wearing. Slowly, he began to move to the rhythm of the soft music playing in the background and you had no choice but to follow him.

"I know that! But why?" You insisted, tightening your grip on his shoulders as your feet slid down the dance floor.

"Because it gives us an excuse to move around." He explained. As if he was trying to prove his point, Bucky pulled away from you and surprisingly made you twirl a couple of times. Your elegant dress moved with the wind following the movements of your body and making you look like a princess out of a fairy tale. When he took you in his arms again, you noticed that you had moved a few inches from your initial position.

"Fair enough."

You danced for a good while, swaying on the dance floor following the rhythm of the music while subtly searching for your target. You tried to concentrate on the mission knowing that it was more important than anything else. But no matter how hard you fought against your impulses, you couldn't stop your eyes from wandering to admire Bucky's face from time to time. You found it impossible to concentrate while his arms were around you, the warmth of his body enveloping you in a sweet embrace. His firm body pressed against yours was all you could feel, his cologne, all you could smell. Your gaze was lost in the ocean of his orbits, mesmerized by the depth of his blue eyes. He clouded all your senses, taking over your mind until he was the only thought in it.

"I didn't know you could dance." You said, surprised by the confidence with which he moved, dictating your steps and leading you around the dance floor gracefully. You had to admit that when you looked at Bucky you didn't imagine him engaging in an act as... delicate as that kind of dancing was. He was a big, corpulent man who almost always had a frown painted on his face. And you had only seen him in combat contexts. You knew he was much more than a highly trained assassin, but it was still hard to imagine him in the middle of a dance floor.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, doll." Bucky gave you a mischievous smile, as if he knew the effect the affectionate nickname had on you, as if he enjoyed watching you lose your cognitive abilities while butterflies arose in your stomach. He had to know, you were convinced he had noticed and that's why he repeated the pet name over and over again.

“I wouldn't mind getting to know you a little better” you whispered with a shy smile, hoping he would realize the true meaning of your words. You wanted to get to know him a little better, not as a friend, but as something more. You wanted to know what Bucky was like when he was in love, what kind of dates he would take you on and what kind of gifts he would give you on anniversaries or important dates. You wanted to find out what his love language was and explore life with him. You wanted everything with him, but you couldn't find the courage to tell him. Not directly at least.

Bucky looked at you for a moment, admiring the soft curve of your lips as you smiled. The people around you disappeared as your gazes connected. The murmurs of the crowd and even the melody of the song the band was playing began to sound distant, muffled. There was only you and him and the tension in the air. For a second, Bucky thought about confessing how he felt about you. He wanted to tell you that there was nothing he wanted more than to open his heart, to put it in your hands so that you could take care of it. He wanted to lie down to sleep next to you every night and wake up with your limbs intertwined every morning. He wanted to devote his whole life to showing you how special you were, showering you with compliments until you looked at yourself the way he looked at you.

But before he had a chance to open his heart and be honest with you, Natasha's voice interrupted you once again. She indicated where your target was and just like that the moment was over. You were forced back to reality, where you were two agents on a high-risk mission, not a happy couple enjoying life. Although at the time you really wish you were.

“Okay, I see him,” you informed Natasha, watching the man chatting with a group of people near the bar. “Now what?”

“Now you go up to him and do your thing,” the redhead answered you and you could swear she was rolling her eyes.

“Yeah but like, how? He is surrounded by people!”

“Wait until he's alone and flirt with him, that always works.” Bucky tightened his grip on your hand at those words. He didn't like the idea of seeing you flirting with strange men, much less that guy. It made him jealous, although you thought it was due to his concern that the mission depended on your flirting abilities.

“Flirt with him? I'm sorry Nat, have you met me? I can’t flirt!” you exclaimed in horror. The mission would go to hell if you tried to flirt with him. You were the most socially awkward person on the planet and he was one of the most dangerous mob bosses of all, it was a recipe for disaster.

“It’s easy! Just compliment him and giggle like a schoolgirl, for some reason men like him always fall for that.”

“That's disgusting, I'm not doing it.” You complained, scrunching up your nose.

“Well you’re gonna have to do something!”

A silence formed between you as you watched your target, waiting for the people around him to disperse. You were trying to mentally prepare yourself for the most embarrassing moment of your life, when an idea popped into your head. It was silly, but at least it was something you were comfortable with.

“Wish me luck,” you said as soon as you saw your target approaching the bar to order a drink. It was the perfect time to proceed given that he was alone and distracted.

"Wait, Y/N!" Bucky exclaimed behind your back, but you ignored him. 

You walked towards the bar with the most confidence you were able to conjure up at that moment, feeling the nerves building up in your stomach. Your time to shine had come and you had to do things right to prove to everyone—including yourself— that you were ready to fight alongside the Avengers. With a smile, you took a glass of champagne that a waiter offered you as you passed by, thinking it was just what you needed as you lifted the glass to your lips. Then you stood right behind the man you had been looking for for the last hour. When he turned around you pretended to trip, effectively spilling the champagne all over his expensive suit.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, sir!" You hurried to apologize, pretending to be sorry for your clumsiness. He lowered his gaze to his expensive attire ruined by champagne, letting out a couple of curses. However, none of them were directed directly at you.

"It's okay, I wasn't looking where I was going." He said, and you thought he sounded pretty nice for a dangerous mobster.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to… here, let me help," you added, taking a napkin from the bar and pressing it on his wet clothes. It wouldn't get his shirt dry, but that wasn't your real goal.

As soon as your hands made contact with his chest you were able to connect with his mind, listening to his thoughts. He wasn't being so nice to you in his head, but you didn't have time to worry about that. You had a limited amount of time and you had to work fast to get the key to his safe. If you didn't, you were not sure you would have another chance judging by the things he was saying about you in his mind. So you focused all your powers on him, going through his memories looking for the piece of information you needed.

"I'm so sorry, it's just that these shoes suck," You rambled to keep him a little longer where he was. It was hard to concentrate on talking and using your powers at the same time, especially considering the stress that was overwhelming you, but you tried hard nonetheless. "They're beautiful, don't get me wrong! And sooo expensive, but they're difficult to walk around. But whatever, beauty is pain, right?"

"It's okay, I can take it from here" he said, taking your wrists in his hands to force you to stop. You raised your eyes to look him in the face, feeling intimidated by the rudeness of his expression. 

But then, the code combination you needed so badly popped into your mind. The digits were clear as day in your head, as if it were a memory of your own and not one you had pulled from someone else's mind.

You had it.

Smiling, you removed your hands from his body, tugging them slightly so that he released your wrists. "Once again, I'm so sorry sir. I hope I didn't ruin your night." He assured you that everything was fine and you had to bite your tongue to keep from letting out a giggle, knowing full well that you were about to ruin his plans completely.

Turning around, your eyes met Bucky's, who was watching the scene from a distance. He looked worried, so you gave him a smile while putting your thumbs up in victory. That seemed to relax him, the tension in his shoulders disappearing immediately.

"Good job! You did so good, doll." He complimented you and you felt a strange tingle in your stomach. For some reason his praise made a warmth spread through your body. But you didn't have much time to wonder what was up with you, because soon Nat gave you the next directions.

"Now go to the bathroom area, there's a corridor there that will take you to the elevator. The security camera is off and there's only one guard in your way… but not for long."

Just as you had planned, Natasha jammed the radio signal the guards were using to communicate. Then Steve pretended to be the head of security and sent them on a mindless task to get them out of the way, giving you a safe passage to the elevator. When the metal doors closed you let out a sigh of relief. You had made it through one of the first obstacles without difficulty. Now you just had to do the same thing a couple more times and you'd be fine.

"Okay, I activated the loop in their live feeds so you guys have about ten minutes to find the weapon and get out of there. There's no guards up ahead so you're all clear."

"Easy peasy" you whispered to yourself, praying that things really were as simple as they sounded.

Breaking into his office was not difficult. You didn't have the key, but Bucky was able to pick the lock in a matter of seconds. Once inside you only had to search the place for what you needed. In the midst of your inspection you found evidence of other suspicious activity, but you didn't have time to concentrate on that so you just photographed everything you could and went on with your mission.

The safe was hidden in the bottom of a locked drawer. Bucky opened it with ease and let you enter the password to open the metal box. Inside there was only one thing, a few inches long tube that encapsulated a greenish liquid. You and Bucky shared a curious glance before you carefully removed the tube from its place, closing the now empty safe.

"Uhhmm, guys you've got company. Get out of there, now!" Natasha warned you over the comms.

"I thought you said we had ten minutes!" You complained, your voice high-pitched as you and Bucky hurried to tidy up and get out of there.

"Yeah but apparently they're smarter than I thought. They realized I put on a looping sequence and now they're searching every floor."

"How long do we have?" Bucky asked, taking your hand and leading you out of the office.

"A couple of minutes, if we're lucky. They splitted up into teams so it's hard to know."

"Shit!" You should have guessed that something was going to go wrong. So far everything had gone according to plan. You had managed not to screw up the mission and no one had suspected you all night. But of course now that you had finally gotten what you wanted you would be found by all the guards in the building! That's how things always seemed to go. 

Following Nat's advice, you used the emergency stairs to escape from the crime scene. The guards had used the elevators and would most likely check the stairs at the end, so that gave you some time. After walking down four flights of stairs wearing the most uncomfortable high heels on the planet you began to think about whether or not it was really worth escaping. You were pretty sure that nothing they could do to you would compare to the stabbing pain that assaulted your feet with every step you took. But you stayed strong, closing your hand over the tube of deadly liquid you had rescued from a mobster's office as a reminder of how important it really was to escape from there.

You only had one more floor to go before you reached the great hall—where the party was going on as if nothing had happened—, when you heard footsteps in the distance. You froze in place, looking up at Bucky for direction. He paused for a moment, listening carefully to his surroundings. He had a much more developed sense of hearing than you thanks to the serum coursing through his veins, so when he pushed you off the stairs into a corridor, you didn't question it.

You walked down the hallway in search of a place to hide. You hoped that the guards would check the emergency stairs and move on since they had already inspected the rest of the floors, but nothing was certain. And it wasn't long before you began to hear footsteps approaching you from all directions. Trapped in an empty office—which did little to hide you since it had glass walls facing the hallway—, you began to panic. Your heartbeat quickened with each passing second, the footsteps and murmurs around you getting louder and louder.

"What do we do?" you asked Bucky, hoping he had some magical solution to your problem. His eyes alternated between the door and your figure until they finally locked onto yours.

"Do you trust me?" he said, confusing you. He loosened his tie and you looked at him with a frown. He wasn't planning to fight all those guards, was he?

"What?"

"Do you trust me, Y/N?"

"Yes, of course I trust you, Bucky. You know I do." You wanted to ask him what that had to do with the situation you were in, but before you could say anything Bucky's lips crashed against yours.

His lips moved with a desperation that took you by surprise. His hands settled on either side of your face, cradling your cheeks and tilting your head so he could further deepen the kiss. You melted under his touch, surrendering your autonomy and letting him do whatever he wanted with you. You couldn't quite process what was happening, your brain overwhelmed by the swirl of emotions that assaulted you. But somehow you managed to reciprocate the kiss, moving your lips against his trying to keep up.

When Bucky's tongue brushed your lips you opened them, granting him access to your mouth without hesitation. It was a mechanical, instinctive reaction. You were completely at his mercy, all rational thought leaving your mind as you lost yourself in him. The softness of his lips contrasted with the intensity with which he kissed you, the strange combination awakening a heat deep in your stomach. You had never felt anything like it, and you were quickly becoming addicted.

Taking advantage of a new found confidence, you let your hands roam Bucky's torso. Your fingers traced a path from his marked abs all the way up to his shoulders, lightly dragging your manicured nails all over his chest. You barely applied any pressure—you weren't really thinking about what you were doing—, but apparently it was enough pressure for Bucky to let out a grunt of pleasure. The sound vibrated in his throat and died against your lips, causing your core to clench around nothing, desperate for attention.

Things were getting out of control. Even in your blissful state you were able to realize that there was no way the two of you were going to get back to normal after that. But you didn't care. How could you when the heat of Bucky's body enveloped you completely as he pushed you against the long conference table in the middle of the room? He lifted you up as if you weighed nothing and sat you on the clear surface of the table, caressing your thighs as he settled between your legs. Waves of arousal coursed through your body and a familiar knot formed in your stomach. Bucky was going to be the death of you.

Your brain was completely fried. You were unable to think, all you could do was respond to Bucky's attacks on you. Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest and your whole body felt like it was on fire. But you couldn't stop. You didn't want to stop. You wanted to feel him, all of him, and you didn't care that it wasn't the right place or the right time. Frankly, you had forgotten where you were, the mission fading into the background as you completely lost yourself in Bucky.

However, when the guards entered the room with their guns raised it all came back to you. You and Bucky quickly parted ways, and you stepped off the table in an attempt to salvage some of your dignity.

"Oh my god! We're so sorry" Bucky apologized when one of the men in uniform told you that you could not be there. You noticed that he was slurring his words a bit and understood that he was trying to pass off as drunk to justify his presence there. "We thought we could sneak in here to have some fun-"

"Shut up!" The guard ordered, approaching you to inspect you. You looked at Bucky with worried eyes, your heart beating fast only this time for a very different reason. The guards separated you and searched you, patting every inch of your bodies in search of anything incriminating. The air caught in your throat, nerves settling in your stomach once again. You had what they were looking for with you and if they found it, things were going to get bad.

Luckily for you, they found nothing hidden under your clothes. Bucky was clean too, but they didn't seem convinced of your innocence, so they took your bag and emptied it on the table. You and Bucky shared a glance as the men rummaged through the insignificant junk you had stuffed into the small rectangle of fabric—makeup, gum, a tampon and your cell phone. There was no trace of the biological weapon they had lost, so they had to let you go.

"Get out, now!" The man exclaimed, visibly irritated. You and Bucky grabbed your things and headed for the door, stumbling along in pretended drunkenness.

"I told you it was a bad idea, babe!" you whined with laughter, clinging to Bucky's arm for stability.

You kept up the appearances until you reached the hall, where the event continued as if nothing had happened. Feeling safe in the crowd of people, you took the opportunity to let your teammates know that you had completed the mission and were ready for an extraction.

"Copy that. We're on our way." Steve's voice spoke in your ear. 

You didn't wait for them to be nearby to get out of there. You had barely escaped and didn't want to push your luck, so you left the party as soon as Steve confirmed that he was on his way. You and Bucky walked hand in hand through the streets for a while, heading for the extraction zone you had all previously designated. The gentle evening breeze was blowing against your body, but you weren't cold. The adrenaline still coursed through your veins and Bucky was very close to you so his body heat was enough to keep you warm. Neither of you spoke the whole way. There was this strange tension in the air and you were both too embarrassed to face each other at the moment. You wouldn't even know where to start, so you kept your mouth shut.

When Steve arrived to pick you up, Bucky opened the van door for you and helped you in. He arranged your long dress so it wouldn't get ruined before he hopped in and settled next to you, leaving a couple of inches of distance between you. As Steve accelerated, Natasha, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned to ask you for the item you had been sent to steal. It was a very powerful and dangerous biological weapon and she wanted to keep it in a special box to keep it safe.

"How did you manage to get it out of there without the guards finding it?" She asked you and with some embarrassment you reached into your bra and pulled out the small tube that had caused you so much trouble. Natasha looked at you with raised eyebrows as she took the object from your hands, an amused smile plastered on her lips. "Your boobs just saved the world, Y/N."

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Magic Means Deception

Dream of the Endless x Magician!Reader

Summary: You were born from a long line of powerful sorcerers whose very lineage is sworn to serve the higher beings. Present day though, after all the witch hunts, there's not much left of your family's prestige, which is why you worked as a magician for kids' birthday parties-- that is, when you're not doing mystic errands that leave you better off dead.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: multiple mentions of physical injuries and blood, gender neutral!reader, one curse word, bullying Matthew kinda, angst, hurt, typos, etc.

It was nothing short of a miracle that I managed to get to the venue on time. There is no way in seven hells I'm paying for a late fee, not after going through all seven hells for The Fates literally moments ago.

"Lord Almighty, why the hell do you look like that?" the woman whose daughter was having a birthday walked over to me, having received my text of arrival.

Although it was a horrible idea, I let go of my side to raise my hand in a pose and to give her a lopsided smile, "it's a costume, babe. My last party was... hell themed. The kid was really, really goth."

The look of concern that was etched on her face immediately evaporated, and the sight of my tattered clothes and blood oozing side was something suddenly impressive, "how did you do the blood?"

"Ohh, you know," I place my hand back, holding in my whine, "a magician never reveals their secrets."

"Well, I mean I could guess, it's probably a jug--" she steps forward, hand darting to my wound. I dart back quicker, raising my other hand, "ooh, trust me, you don't want to get this on your hands. It's a nightmare to get off," I give her a rather desperate look, "where can I change?"

"Oh," she shakes her head, "right. If the kids see you they'd break down and cry. Yeah, there's a storage room over-" I don't wait for her to finish as I immediately head to the direction she pointed her finger, not forgetting to say a quick thank you.

I grip my satchel and step into the storage room, half regretting turning the lights on. The storage room was about, not only as big as my apartment, but just as filthy, which says a lot about the owners of this establishment.

Then again, I drop my bag and sit on a box, catching my breath, it also says a lot about me.

I rip my shirt off without raising my right arm for that was the side of my stab. I then pull out a vial from my bag and down its contents, muttering an incantation under my breath for the pain. It takes a moment, one too long for my taste, but it worked nevertheless.

Once I could move without feeling like I was getting stabbed all over again, I began to stich my wound up.

Suddenly, I hear a squawk and then a raven flies to the shelf beside me.

"Good goly, why aren't you at a hospital?" Matthew croaks just a bit over head. I ignore him, too focused on my task at hand, too much anticipating the voice of his master. It never comes, he never speaks, only Matthew does, "I'm guessing your task was successful?"

My face pinches sourly as I sardonically answer, "funny this looks like success to you."

"Come on, I didn't mean--"

"But then again, you're right," I turn to the bird, "if I were unsuccessful, I would have ended up dead."

Those words glaze the room with cold silence for a long while. It was preferred, as I was trying to sew my bleeding side shut.

For a moment, my thoughts gnaw at me, and so I sneak a look to the side of the room. I nearly scoff but keep it in, feigning ignorance at what I saw. It seems he had been staring at me the whole time since he was, in fact, here.

Good. Let him. It was his fault anyway.

By the time I was almost done with my stitches, the numbing spell began to wear off.

"I still think you should go to the hospital," Matthew croaks as I finish off the last stitch on my wound. I forfeit a response, not wanting to do the, 'hospitals can't treat my wounds' spiel and instead begin to wrap my torso with gauze.

The bird squawks as I let out a pained grunt in my failing attempts to put the bandage on as each second the pain begins to intensify.

Matthew shifts on the shelf and stutters as I proceed with my actions, asking me cautiously, "should you be doing that?"

I raise my brow, not liking the idea of anyone else doing this for me at all, "got any brighter ideas, crow?"

"Hey! Not funny."

I roll my eyes.

"Boss, can you-"

"No." I reply quickly, forcing down the pain of my stitches that tore ever so slightly with every move I made, "heavens be damned if I ask help from-"

"Do not be stubborn," I hear his voice before I see him. In fact, I see his hand taking the gauze in my hand before I see his stupid face.

"Stubborn?" I seethe, as Dream of the Endless sinks down before me, moving too close against me as he quickly begins to trace the cloth around my lower ribcage, "you've been staring at me, offering no help whatsoever the moment you got here and I'm stubborn?"

I don't know why I'm letting him do this, why I allowed him to take the gauze from me. I dont know why I don't just Spartan kick his head off-- well maybe I do, cause if I kick him, I'm basically kicking all my stitches off.

What's possibly worse was he and I felt vastly different in this moment.

He looks at me as his deep voice calmly responds with, "I did not think you wanted my help."

Before I could even think, I move to punch his jaw. But before I could even move, he catches my wrist in his hand and warns, "do not be so foolish to waste your hard work over your anger towards me."

My eye twitches at that. How dare he read my thoughts? I don't know what angers me more, the notion he did that figuratively or literally.

Dream averts his gaze back to my wound, fingers brushing against me in the gentlest possible way, and yet it hurts more than my laceration.

I scoff, feeling tears prick in the corner of my eyes over the sight of his unruly hair, his eyelashes, his lips, his audacity... his nonchalance.

If I could breathe fire, my next words would have burned him, "why are you even here if you don't fucking care about me anyway?"

Right, Matthew thinks, before deciding the best thing for him to do is fly off to the next dimension. His next best option was anywhere immediately out of here.

As the bird flutters off, Dream's expression grows grim, his blue eyes contorting into one that could have been read as hurt, "you dare insult me with such petty lies?"

"and you dare insult me with indifference!" I whine, feeling my entire body tense as my tears begin to rush down my cheek.

Dream presses his hand on my side, "calm yourself."

I rip his hand off me and shove him off, causing him to topple back and nearly lose his balance, but alas that is impossible for a being such as him. And as I rise to stare him down, he rises too, looking down upon me. I feel no intimidation in my state however, especially not when his eyes where practically screaming apologies at me.

"Don't tell me to calm down when I've just nearly joined your sister, Death, without a booking!"

He never apologizes though. I think I never will behold it in my lifetime.

"You are bleeding," he states, hand going back to my side, the other pressing against my back. My heartrate began to rise again, but not because my body was flush against his, but because he was willing his eternal composure onto me. I will not have it. I refuse.

"Allow me to finish tending to your wound," before I could begin to resist him, he quickly adds, "please."

Hearing those words breaks something in me. I heave, beginning to only now realize how exhausted I really am. I push his arms off him with my left arm and sit back down on the box I made a chair of, "be quick about it. I have to go out there in 15 minutes."

"You will not attend to entertaining children in this state," his deep voiced demand echoes.

Yet, I feel my eyes go drowsy, "I will if I want to make rent. The Fates' gratitude over my service is unfortunately worthless to my landlord."

I hadn't realized I even closed my eyes up until I ripped them open after feeling my side sting at Dream's actions to finish up binding my wound. With wide blue eyes, he speaks, "I did not mean to. I apologize."

I scoff, thinking he probably heard my thoughts about his lack of contrition.

And it was unintentional, I knew he wouldn't be petty enough to hurt me, he and I are not the same, and yet I burst out with, "why not kill me now, while you're at it," I sigh, crossing one arm over my chest. I prop my elbow on my hand and rest my head on my fingers.

I'm incredibly exhausted, so much so I feel my emotions spilling.

Dream watches as tears fall from my eyes. He brings his hands to my face, "I would not have allowed my sister to take what is mine."

My eyes flutter open as I feel his thumb brush my tears away.

I take in his sorry expression. I take in the stars in his eyes and the slope of his nose, and I feel abhorred by his beauty, "I belong to no one, Dream."

His brows knit together, only but a fraction, as if it was something he had no control over, "must you lie even to yourself?"

I finally rip my sights off him and grab my shirt from the floor where I threw it, "a magician's life is built on deception." I release a pained groan as I stand up with my clothing in hand, forcing myself to put it on through the pain.

"After all," I stand, "what am I if I cannot do an illusion spell properly?"

Once these words leave my lips, I begin to do a recite a deception enchantment by heart, one that made the spellcaster look like how they wanted to appear no matter how contrary they actually were. So it would be, to untrained, mortal eyes, my hair was fixed, my shirt was clean and tucked, and my face was radiating jovial confidence.

I pull out a mirror out of thin air and look at my reflection, adjusting a few details of my appearance as I saw fit.

Dream moves close enough that his own reflection was seen on the mirror. I ignore him, and yet my whole being shifted around him as he whispered, "your illusions do not work on me."

I knew. I know. It would take a great and powerful magic to deceive the likes of him, and even then, he could comb through it like sand.

I look down on myself, beholding the ragged state of my clothing and the blood on my body, then turn to Dream's face, "it does not matter." I strike my arm to my side, causing the floating mirror to go up in smoke, "this does not concern you."

His brows tighten again. He was not given an opportunity to respond.

I push past him and walk out.

The moment I lock eyes with the host, I am introduced. All the attention is suddenly turned to me and my heart begins to race. I give a soft smile.

I conjure up a top hat, making the kids go wild, "are you all ready to be amazed?"

The high pitched squeals are enough to make me forget about my pain for the time being.

[hornyjockbro]

Jason opened the door to his shared dorm. Only to be met by the scent of week old unwashed gym gear.

A few hours earlier...

Kyle was doing some early morning meal prepping, when kyle walked into the kitchenette area, with the only barrier between his cock and the...aromatic air was a worn pair of boxer shorts. Tufts of dark hair poked out of the elastic, the smell of cum lingering on the still damp crotch fur.

"Sup bro" Nick said, as he reached into his boxers to scratch his balls. Instant relief hit only to be greeted by a wet sensation.

"Did I piss myse...oh." Nick murmurded to himself as he recalled his early morning wet dream. A smile spread across his face as thoughts of a soft round ass riding against his cock were bought to the forefront of his mind. Precum soaked his boxer shorts as semi erection quickly sproated.

"Bro, I had the best dream just now"

"Ya? What happened?"

"Well... it was more about the feelings and sensations... more than the actual plot"

"Uh huh" Kyle smuggly responded with smirk.

"I just remember this nice round ass grinding all up on my dick bro! That shit got me cumming like a faucet."

"I can tell." Kyle chuckled taking a break from meal prepping and pointing at the huge white stain on Nick's boxers.

"What if I told you i knew who's ass was making you cum like that."

"I feel like dreams are little more abstaract than tha-"

"Bro it's Jason's ass."

"What-"

"Don't you remeber falling asleep together in his bed last night?"

"Oh shit, you're right! Guess leg day's been helping." Nick nervously laughed

"Plus I think I saw him lick some of your cum wasn't expecting little Jason to go for it like that."

"What can I say, everybody wants a piece." Nick boasted, flexing a double bicep pose.

"Nah, but I do kinda wanna fuck with him now."

A devious smile spread across Nick's face. As he looked at the smoothie blender.

"Since our bro in the making likes my cum so much...why not give him a little extra." Nick said as he slowly reached into his boxers and pulled out his hard cock.

Kyle got the idea and started stroking his own dick through his baller shorts. A wet spot of precum grew bigger as he continued to palm and stroke his dick. Eventually he couldn't take it. He pulled his shorts down to his knees and began stroking along side Nick.

"Fuck." Was all he could say, followed by grunts and moans.

Kyle closed his eyes and but his bottom lip, fully embracing the moment. A warm second hand seemed to tug on Kyle's dick. Opening his eyes into a squint, he say Nick's beefy forearm stroking both his and kyle's cocks. Too horny to stop him, kyle grunted and moaned in rhythm to Nick's strokes.

"Bro- I'm gonna cum!" Kyle moaned as his cock throbbed in his bro's hand.

"Same here!" Nick grunted

Kyle quickly reached towards a cup laying on the counter.

"Bro aim for the cup!"

"Fuucck" Kyle grunted as he shot load after load into the cup.

"Awww fuck yeah bro!" said as he came into cup.

"Nice, fuckin load bro!" Nick said, slapping Kyle's exposed ass.

"Thanks bro." Kyle said smiling down at the cup.

"Drink it!" Kyle said barely able to finish the sentence without bursting out in laugher.

"No you drink it!" Nick responded, already forgetting about the original plan.

"Fine! Have it your way!" Kyle said, staring Nick down with a semi hard boner point straight at him.

Kyle charged at Nick aiming for a grapple. Kyle's sweat smeared onto Nick's simillary drenched back as the collided.

"Who's the bottom know?" Kyle mockingly whispered into Nick's ear as he held him in place.

Kyle's slick cock wedged between nick's ass. Spreading cum all over his crack.

"You been doing hip thrusts without me?" Kyle said as he pressed his cock deeper into Nick's crack.

"I'd ask you- the same- thing!" Nick exclaimed as he managed to roll forward taking Kyle onto the ground.

Cock juices smeared against Kyle's ass as Nick held him down.

"You got some serious swamp ass bro, you ever shave back here?"

"Nah, I don't wanna end up cutting my ball suck or something"

Sensing the descalation in tension, Kyle got up to his knee.

"I got post nut fatigue!" Yawn-shouted

"Still got class though" Nick said as he pulled Kyle up.

"They're talking about macronutrient bioavailability, please don't make me go! I beg of you! Just come back and give me the sparknotes version."

"Fine, but you're doing the same thing for next class!" Nick sighed

"Aye aye captain." Kyle said while flipping Nick off.

"Ya ya." Nick smiled and rolled his eyes as he got got ready for class.

Sorry for the reuploads, the gifs keep getting flagged

[wolfsclothing6]

Coach's new training program is really great. It’s basically the same as our old one, but he has been mixing up my post-workout shake special. It looks like he takes the scoop or two of protein powder, some creatine, some milk, but then he takes it behind the counter for just a second. I hear him groan and grunt a bit, and I see his whole body shaking, but then he mixes it up and gives it to me. It tastes pretty good. A bit of a salty taste to it, but not too much. Still very drinkable. He tells me that if I have three or four a week, I will really improve. My lifts have all gone up, but there have been some other things. My chest has got really hairy. I used to keep it shaved smooth, but I have started to like it. In fact, my whole body has gotten decently hairy now. I have even started growing scruff on my face, which I used to hate. But coach tells me it looks good, so I’m keeping it.

He also has me flexing more, both for him and for myself. Any time I passed by a mirror I should do a pose and show off all of my hard work. The thought of showing off for other dudes has got my cock chubbing up now. Something about showing off, about presenting myself as someone to ogle and lust after gets me kinda turned on. Not only that, but I’ve really started scoping out the other jocks in the locker room. I like looking at their cock and balls, their big furry asses, and their nice chests. It will be hot to hang out with all the guys naked, just all of us throwing out our clothes and hanging out with each other. Doesn’t even have to be super gay, it can just be a bunch of bros relaxing with one another, not worrying about clothes getting in the way.

The reason I’m telling you all of this is because coaches told me I should start getting some extra protein "right from the source", he calls it. I’m supposed to go over to his place tonight, and he said I should plan on spending the night in his couch. Something about filling me up so much I won’t be able to go home that night. I’m not sure what he’s going on about, but I have had a craving for something recently. Haven’t been able to figure out what it is, but my stomach is grumbling something fierce.

Whatever he is willing to offer me, I hope he has a lot. He says I should finally make me into the perfect cub, whatever that means. He even bought me this jockstrap that says "Property of Coach" across the elastic band above the ass. Says I’m not to put it on until I’m his sexy little muscle cub. I don’t understand what all that means, but as long as I keep drinking his protein shakes and growing bigger, I really don’t care.

[miekasa]

positions

+ pairing: eren jaeger x (fem) reader

+ genres and warnings: modern au, explicit smut (18+ only), eren is annoying but he’s also hot so it makes up for it i guess 🙄

+ word count: 3k

+ notes: i don’t want to talk about this actually, so if you see it, no you didn’t </2 i kind of got carried away with number three. sorry.

+ summary: eren just likes it with you—will take you however you want him to; but he does have a few favorite positions.

i. missionary — (i’m trying to meet your mama on a sunday, then make a lotta love on a monday).

Eren always did like looking at you. He thinks you’re gorgeous, sexy, and so, so, pretty; all the time, but especially like this.

Because there isn’t anything he likes more than watching you squirm because of him; breath unsteady and voice whiny because of him.

“You’re so pretty, aren’t you?” Eren asks, but question is rhetorical; and you’re barely coherent enough to answer him—like he’s fucked you stupid.

“Course you are,” he answers for you, reaching his right hand up to slip his pointer and middle finger past your lips.

You moan around him, warm, wet heat compassing his digits as you let Eren’s fingers fuck your mouth in sync with him thrust into your pussy. It’s only when he feels your spit pooling on your tongue that he pulls them out, immediately using the soaked fingers to further abuse your sensitive clit.

“My pretty, pretty girl,” Eren sings, tapping at your clit in sync with his repeated words.

Eren smirks through his pants as he drinks in your fucked-out state. He likes the way your eyes are screwed shut, high-pitched moans barely squeaking out as you grip at the sheets. Your back arches when he snaps his hips harder, deeper, and—oh, no, that won’t do.

“No, no, baby be good,” he coos, reaching his hand to press over your tummy and flatten your back to the mattress.

“Eren, please,” you barely choke out, head writhing against the pillow, “Just wanna come, please.”

“Just wanna come?” he repeats, but his tone is taunting, almost fiendish at this point, “‘M not stopping you baby, all you have to do is be good for me.”

“I am good,” you insist, words rushed, desperate, “I’m good for you—your good girl, Eren.”

Eren hums at your words, and bends his knee onto the bed, groaning after you as he hits a spot deeper inside of you. He moves his left hand off of your stomach to support himself on the mattress, and reaches his right hand up, crawling up the column of your throat.

He pinches his pointer finger and thumb at your jaw, leaning down until the tip of his nose brushes against yours, “Open.”

He barely waits until there’s a gap between your lips before he pries your mouth open himself with his thumb, the pad of his finger pushing against your tongue. He flashes you a sadistic smirk before spitting into your mouth, the tip of his tongue grazing against yours before retreating back into his mouth, “Swallow.” 

Your breath is unsteady as your do as you’re told, opening your mouth again to show him just how good you listened; how good you are. A smile washes over his face for a second before he leans forward to kiss you—the kind of kiss he gives before he’s about to fuck you silly, “Good girl.”

ii. against the wall — (cookin’ in the kitchen, and i’m in the bedroom)

Eren isn’t a good cook and he knows it. He’s not terrible—he won’t starve if he ever lived on his own, but he’s no master chef.

It’s probably why he likes watching you cook so much. He would say he likes to help, too, but that would be a lie; he just likes being your taste tester, and distracting you a little bit while he’s at it.

“Did you set the oven to 400?” you ask him, back turned as you pick a wooden spoon from the drawer and bring it to the bowl.

Eren hums, eyes flickering to the oven to ensure that he did, indeed, set it to the right temperature, before taking the few steps necessary to close the distance between you two. Slowly, he wraps his arms around your waist, lightly draping his body over yours as he watches you stir the batter.

“Smells like lemons,” he notes, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Probably because we’re making lemon cake,” you chuckle, bringing your stirring to a stop.

You dip your pointer finger carefully into the batter before bringing it to your lips. You crinkle your nose a bit, before dipping you finger back into the batter, this time hovering it in front of Eren’s lips, “Here, taste. Do you think it needs more sugar? Or maybe vanilla?”

Eren’s gazes flicks from your batter-coated finger, then to your eyes, like a magnet; green growing cloudy with arousal. Carefully, slowly, he pushes forward until his lips wrap around your finger, teeth grazing your digit when he pulls back.

“No,” he answers, voice raspy, “It’s perfect.”

“You sure?” you question, words genuine and innocent; oblivious to the angle he’s playing at.

Eren unwraps his arms from your waist, steps back far enough to allow him to spin you around, you lower back pressed into the counter, and eyes wide. He smiles, reaches his hand into the bowl, but instead of waiting for you to taste it, he brushes it against your mouth, before forcing his finger past your lips, just far enough to clean the remaining batter against your tongue.

“Positive,” Eren says, before bruising his lips against yours in a kiss. Quickly, his tongue flashes to swipe against your bottom lip, bringing sticky, sweet cake batter into your mouth.

Then, he lifts you, skillfully moving the bowl aside to make room for you on the counter; knocking over measuring cups and utensils in his path that are sure to leave a mess, but right now you don’t care. Eren always did like things messy, after all.

Eren’s hands paw at the hem of your shirt, clumsily pulling it over your head. He hisses when you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him back down into a searing kiss, and biting at his lower lip in revenge.

A yelp of surprise leaves yours lips as he grips under your thighs and picks you up from the counter. Eren groans when your tangle your hands into his hair, using it as both leverage and support.

“Fuck,” he mutters when you accidentally press yourself against his bulge in an attempt to tighten your legs around his waist. You pull away slightly, breath tickling his face as your eyes jump from his to his lips.

Carefully you comb your fingers through his hair again, elbows resting on his shoulders as you catch your breath.

“Question,” you pose, breathing heavily through your syllables, “How long do you think you can hold me up for?”

“Like this? A while, probably.” Eren replies moving his hands up from under your thighs to your ass.

“But like this,” Eren takes a few steps forwards until your back is pushing against the wall. He smirks when he sees the small gape at your mouth, and squeezes at your ass to exaggerate your expression, before leaning into to whisper in your ear, “A whole lot longer.”

iii. double date — (this some shit that I usually don’t do, but for you I kinda want to)

Armin’s fingers are, surprisingly, rough. More calloused than you would think; for the rest of him is all soft edges and round features; all smooth and nice and kind and good. 

But, not like this. The Armin whose eyes gaze up at you from your legs is hardly anything like that. He’s not the Armin you know; this one is teasing, relentless, almost manic; he’s mean and he knows it.

You can see it in his eyes, that the Armin you know and love is nowhere in sight. Because when Eren pushes his finger inside of you next to Armin’s, you swear those clear, blue eyes that are usually so bright become icy with intent. 

“She’s so pretty, Eren,” Armin says to his friend, but his gaze is on you as he twists his finger inside, knuckles bumping against Eren’s. You throw your head back with a grunted moan, and barely have the strength to hold it up again to see Armin’s smirk, “So pretty.”

“She is, isn’t she?” Eren coos, green eyes smiling at you.

It’s almost too much, the both of them looking at you from between your legs. You’re not sure which one to focus on—if you have the strength to meet either of their gazes for more an a second before screwing your eyes shut, overwhelmed by it. The attention, the feeling, the shared lust is all too much.

“Armin, hold on, let me—” Eren grunts, twisting his finger inside of you, so that it intertwines with Armin’s, “There we go.”

The sensation drives you crazy, the feeling of their fingers brushing against each other—brushing against your walls makes your head spin, and you curl your own fingers into a ball at your sides. It’s only two fingers—but it feels foreign, new, too much; it makes you thrash, they way they pump their digits inside of you, perfectly in sync, perfectly full every time.

It’s new to you, but Eren and Armin have always been best friends; it’s not abnormal for them to share. And they do it so well.

“Eren, Armin, I—” you call, almost wail at you feel someone’s fingertips brush past your weak spot, “Please.”

Your hips rise as you groan with the feeling, and as if rehearsed, the both of their free hands are quick to snap you back against the mattress. When you look down at them, Eren has a dirty look in his eyes, but Armin’s is dirtier—as if you let you know that that he did that; that he planned it, too.

“Don’t be rude,” Eren tuts, “Armin’s being so nice to you, so be good for him. Be good for us.”

You almost want to cry—if this is his nice, you’ve severely underestimated the Armin Arlert you know.  

“You wanna come, yeah?” Armin asks you, with a tone so light and genuine, you would never think he’s capable of anything he’s currently doing.

You nod your head embarrassingly quickly, a stuttered moan slipping out as both boys tighten their told on each other’s fingers; and Armin smirks with glassy eyes before lowering his head closer to your center, “Don’t worry, I’ll let you.”

Armin’s eyes flicker to Eren’s only for a moment, a ghost of a nod shared before the two boys before Armin’s tongue is flat against your slit. You hiss, incoherent moans escaping your throat; Armin is merciless, licking, and sucking until it hurts to breathe.

Your eyes flutter shut when Armin pushes the tip of his tongue against your clit, both his and Eren’s fingers slowing in time with his movement, before speeding up just as he sucks at the bud again. Eren bites a kiss into your thigh, hand squeezing at your hips again.

“I said be good,” he reminds you, sucking at your skin again with warning, “Look at him.”

You don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse, that the second you make eye contact with the blonde again, he sucks on your clit; not ceasing his actions until you come with hot, white flashes resonating through your body.

You can hear them laugh at your collapse, Eren gently kissing your shaking thigh as your body goes limp. Eren shimmies his body up slightly, pulling both his and Armin’s fingers from your pussy and guiding them to your lips.

“Taste,” is his simple command, ordering you to open your mouth wide enough to take both of their fingers.

Eren hums through a laugh, before turning his head to Armin. He takes his fingers out of your mouth, brings his hand to the back of his friend’s head, grabbing tufts of blonde hair in his grip, and angling his head for a perfect kiss, “Share.”

You can barely register their mouths moving together, lewd sounds and flashes of tongue in their kissing, before your head falls back against your pillow again. They’ll be the end of you someday, you’re certain of it.

Your reaction makes Armin chuckle—almost innocently, but you know now you’ve been using that word far too liberally with him. He crawls up to lay next you, gently cradling your cheek with one hand to pull your face to his.

“Good right?” he asks gently, a light kiss placed on your bruised lips.

“Hm,” you can just barely nod, eyes flickering to stay open, “Eren was right.”

Eren finds himself at your other side, pressing feather-light kisses into your neck and jaw, “Told you so, baby.”

“Eren would know,” Armin smiles, and those blue eyes are coated with a layer of mischief once again, “He speaks from personal experience, after all.”

iv. the throne — (you’re down for me, and i’m down, too)

“You have to be careful,” you warn him, “It won’t be very sexy if I fall over into the tub.”

Eren hums, with the intonation that tells you he heard you, but he’s not really listening. He peppers kisses along your thigh, hands greedy; grabbing and pinching at your skin. He uses one hand to pry your legs open wider; one knee bent, foot resting against the side of your bathtub, while the other is grounded against the tiles, and Eren on his knees below you.

You don’t know why this is a fantasy of his—and why he wants to do it now, in the bathroom of all places, but you admit you give into him more than you should.

He wraps his forearms under your thighs, reaching so that the palm of his hands pull at your skin; and pull you closer to his face. Nervous, you grip at the sink for extra support.

Eren smirks below you, peppering an apologetic kiss dangerously close to your center. You growl, using your free hand to grab at his hair, crane his neck back to make him look at you.

“Eren, listen to me,” you tell him. He knows your voice has annoyance laced in it, but it’s also heavy with authority, and makes blood rush to his pants.

Raised eyebrows lower slowly, his pupils wide and blown out at your sudden command; before his surprise morphs into lust. “Of course, baby,” he concedes, licking at your clit too quickly, “Tell me what you want. I’ll listen.”

You squint with disbelief. Nothing is ever that straightforward with Eren; even when he’s on his knees about to give, he’s asking something of you, too. Nevertheless, you loosen your hold on his hair in favor of cradling his head more gently.

“Just,” you start, a shaky breath escaping through your words when Eren’s tongue prods at your clit, “Just make sure I don’t fall.”

Eren hums, vibrations resonating throughout your body, a hissed curse slipping past your lips. “Of course,” he repeats, “I wouldn’t want to hurt my baby.”

You nod, breath growing increasing unsteady when Eren circles your clit with his tongue. He gets greedy, alternating between licking, and kissing, and sucking; and relishing in your body growing heavy in his hands.

“Though,” he says, words spoken muffled against your sensitive skin, but those green eyes are bright and bold when they look at you, “If you’re afraid of falling, you could always sit on my face instead.”

v. love on top — (my love’s infinite, nothing I wouldn’t do, won’t do, for you)

You’re pretty like this, too. Pretty all the time—but if there’s one thing Eren likes more than you under him, it’s you on top of him.

“You’re so hot like this,” he says, voice thick with lust, as he reaches out to rest his hands against your hips.

Eren likes the way you bounce on top of him, thighs shaking against his. He’s surprised when you move your hands to take his off of you—quick to question your motives, before you lace your hands with his, a weak, but sweet smile when your fingers are intertwined.

He smiles back, using your connected hands to pull you forward, elbows bent, the back of his hands plush against the sheets, while your palms hold them down. You’re bent over now, tummy pressed against his, and Eren can feel you breathing into the crook of his neck.

He bends his knee to give him some leverage, adding his own thrusts while you desperately bounce back on his cock.

“B—babe… ‘M gonna come,” he moans, and it’s not long before he’s cumming inside of you. He unlaces one of his hands from yours, using it to rest against the small of your back as you shake through your own orgasm, open mouthed kisses pressed into his collar.

You lay like that for a bit, before Eren pulls out. He has to move you off of him to throw away the condom; but is quick to find his way back to the bed, rolling onto the mattress unceremoniously. He lays facing you, and reaches a hand out, palm open and waiting.

You roll your eyes, but lazily meet him halfway as he daps you up; a stupid smile on his face. He shuffles onto his back, and pulls you on top of him, this time using both hands to wrap around your waist.

“That was so hot,” he muses, love-drunk on you and tracing random patterns into your skin, “You should—should do that more often.”

You curl your hands up to circle his head, lazy fingers playing with his hair, as you nuzzle your head into his chest, eyes fluttering shut, as sleep takes over your body, “Maybe.”

(Definitely).

[roxannarambles]

title: second chances (chapter four)

ship: goldenlight (luz x hunter)

notes: short chapter this time but next chapter will be longer (& sooner) to make up for it!

other notes: takes place sometime after ‘reaching out’ but before ‘hollow mind.’ (set in my standard canon-divergent AU where everything’s the same except no L*mity)

other chapters: chapter one  chapter two  chapter three

The next day, Hunter went through his morning routine as usual; shower, get dressed, go over his schedule, feed Flapjack.

He was double-checking the schedule at his desk and reaching into his drawer for one of the vials of energy potions he kept there, which he took each morning, when the memories of last night's conversation came back to him. He scowled.

But then he hesitated, gazing at the little green vial. He turned it in his hand, pondering. Flapjack tilted his little head and gave him a curious look.

With an annoyed grunt, he opened the drawer again and chucked the vial back inside, swinging the drawer shut.

As he finished up, adjusting his cape in the mirror and mentally planning on sneaking some fruit from the cafeteria for Flapjack, he wondered if he should send a message to Luz. They kinda-sorta argued last night, and he didn't know if she was still annoyed with him. He didn't know what he'd say if he texted her, anyway, though. He could say 'maybe you were kinda right' but, eughh, he didn't want to say that unless he really had to. Maybe he could say something else. Like . . . something?

He dallied in his room a few minutes longer but couldn't think of anything, so he just gave a huff, annoyed at himself, and left to start his day.

As he traversed the castle halls, his scroll buzzed. He quickly checked it.

THEOWLLADY:

hey nerd, check out my mad stacks, u jelly?

It was accompanied with a picture of Luz posing next to a big pile of books on magic, arms crossed as she leaned against them, smiling smugly as she winked. Considering the angle of the camera was kind of low, it seemed likely she'd asked King to take the picture for her.

Hunter snorted and pocketed the scroll again. Ok, guess she wasn't mad.

He had a very busy morning, so there was no time for fooling around, but during his lunch break he took a very short lunch so he could spend some of his time sneaking out some extra fruit for Flapjack. He knew that today they served blipberries and they were a favorite choice of the bird's. Back in his room, he fed his palisman and talked to him for a while; Flapjack told him about his explorations of the woods near Bonesborough.

When he'd finished, he saw he had a few minutes left to spare. His eyes drifted to his scroll. He made a sudden choice about how to spend his last minutes.

After hauling out all the hefty books from his bookshelf and arranging them into ridiculously tall stacks (they nearly touched the ceiling), he snapped a photo. He prepared to send it to Luz and typed a reply to go with it.

Rulerzreachf4n:

can't be jelly when my book stacks are bigger then yours

He looked at his message for a few moments and decided to try to add an emoji. The other day, Willow had told him how to add them.

can't be jelly when my book stacks are bigger then yours 😉

Ok, perfect. He hit 'send.' Feeling very pleased with himself, he left his room to continue his day-- he'd clean up later.

His pocket buzzed a few minutes later.

THEOWLLADY:

Hey kid, uhh, I think you were probably intending that message for Luz, guess she didn't tell you I'm taking my account back from her

His face fell as he read the text.

THEOWLLADY:

On a sidenote, you might wanna work on your flirty texting skills, because that was a little weird

THEOWLLADY:

. . . although damn, you have 'Roots in Ice and Flame'?

THEOWLLADY:

not bad.

He rushed to reply, his expression horrified.

Rulerzreachf4n:

SORry ma'am

Rulerzreachf4n:

i dindnt know

Rulerzreachf4n:

won't happenagain

THEOWLLADY:

I'll let her know you were asking for her

THEOWLLADY:

but I'll be keeping an eye on you kids. no seducing her with your big books, got it buster?

Rulerzreachf4n:

what

Rulerzreachf4n:

i swear i wasnt doing anything ii was just sharingshe was curious what booksi had

THEOWLLADY:

sure.

"Whoa, easy there, sir!"

Hunter's head snapped up as he nearly collided with a coven scout.

"Sorry," he mumbled, and the scout gave him a snappy salute.

"No worries. Say, are you on that Penstagram thinga-mabob? I've been thinking of trying it out. What's it like?"

Hunter narrowed his eyes, trying to think of how to reply. After a few moments he responded cryptically,

"It's . . . complicated."

He figured the scout (after he spoke he realized it was Steve) would find this answer confusing, but Steve just nodded sagely.

"Yeah, I worry the superficial nature of social media might be acting to give us all the illusion of connection when all it's really doing is reinforcing our tendency to present perfect self-images to the outside world and never truly getting to know one another."

"Uh. Yeah . . ." Hunter answered.

"Good luck with it, sir!"

 It was early evening when Hunter got a text from a new account.

Luzura_Warrior:

Hey Hunter, it's Luz! 🌈 🌻🐦

Luzura_Warrior:

Ok so I'm super sorry about earlier, Eda grabbed her scroll back from me when I was on my way out the door for class and I didn't have time to tell you

Luzura_Warrior:

But the good news is, she gave me my very own scroll! And now I have my own account too!

Luzura_Warrior:

Oh also don't worry, I went and deleted our old conversations on Eda's account, if you're worried about privacy or whatever.

Rulerzreachf4n:

oh. okay.

Thankfully, it seemed Eda hadn't told Luz to avoid him or anything. Or if she did, she'd just ignored it.

Luzura_Warrior:

anyway, I'm really excited now, because I've decided I'm going to use this new account to start a series of videos I'm gonna post on Penstagram!

Luzura_Warrior:

They're gonna be instructional videos about glyph magic. Teach people the basics, how to do them, all the different kinds

Luzura_Warrior:

So few people know anything about them, so it's perfect. I can help re-introduce a lost and ancient artform to the witches of the Boiling Isles!

 Luzura_Warrior:

What do you think?

Hunter was in the cafeteria having a late dinner, and it was not particularly crowded; he always sat alone, anyway. Nevertheless, he felt the need to glance around and make sure nobody was watching him or peeking over his shoulder. Once satisfied, he returned to his scroll.

Rulerzreachf4n:

aren't you worried about getting into trouble? practicing wild magic so brazenly could draw a lot of attention.

 Luzura_Warrior:

well, I guess I'm not really worried?

Luzura_Warrior:

the emperor already knows who I am and where I live. but he leaves us alone, for some reason.

Luzura_Warrior:

and it's obvious by now that the coven must also know about hexside mixing magic and most of its students getting palismen

Luzura_Warrior:

but they haven't done anything about that either.

Luzura_Warrior:

why is that, anyway? it's kinda weird.

Luzura_Warrior:

you don't have to tell me if it's classified or whatever, I'm just curious

Hunter paused for a moment, conflicted on what his response should be; but it didn't take long for his heart to win out. His reply was blunt and honest.

Rulerzreachf4n:

belos said the owl lady isn't a threat. he says she's more useful to be left alone as an example of what wild magic does to a person. that it has slowly crippled her over the years and she's nothing more than a pathetic farce of a witch now. and that her human apprentice has proven herself equally feeble.

Luzura_Warrior:

ah. I see.

Luzura_Warrior:

nice guy, that belos.

 Rulerzreachf4n:

for the record, I don't agree with him. but you never speak out against belos, not if you value your own skin.

Rulerzreachf4n:

besides, I . . . wasn't really in a hurry to give him any reasons to lock you up

Rulerzreachf4n:

as for hexside, I'm not really sure. they do know all about it, you're right. but I haven't been told why we're looking the other way. all I've been told is that it's in our best interest to leave them be for the moment, and that they'll be dealt with when the time is right.

Luzura_Warrior:

Hm. That's . . . ominous.

Luzura_Warrior:

But I guess if that's their stance right now, making a few videos on glyphs probably isn't going to make much of a difference anyway.

Rulerzreachf4n:

probably, yeah...

Rulerzreachf4n:

but. I dunno, just be careful with it, ok?

Rulerzreachf4n:

maybe consider keeping it only among friends

Luzura_Warrior:

hmm. I could change my settings so only followers can see my posts.

Luzura_Warrior:

ok. I'll think about doing that.

Luzura_Warrior:

thanks for looking out for me, hunter.

Hunter felt embarassed at how easily he revealed information to her.

Rulerzreachf4n:

look, I'm just making sure I don't end up having to arrest you and haul you in, that'd be a huge pain in the ass

Luzura_Warrior:

fair enough

Luzura_Warrior:

so how's your day been?

Rulerzreachf4n:

eh. it's been all right, I guess

Rulerzreachf4n:

tired of the headache I've had all day though

Luzura_Warrior:

oof. that sucks, sorry. 😕

Luzura_Warrior:

do you get those often?

Rulerzreachf4n:

not usually, but

He hesitated briefly, but answered honestly again.

Rulerzreachf4n:

well, it's a common withdrawal symptom when you stop taking energy potions

Luz didn't make a fuss about it, though, simply answering,

Luzura_Warrior:

ah, gotcha.

Eager to shift focus, he asked,

Rulerzreachf4n:

how about you, how was your day?

Luzura_Warrior:

it was good! I got a perfect score on my potions assignment 😎⚗️🧪

Luzura_Warrior:

thanks again for all your help last night.

Rulerzreachf4n:

no problem

Luzura_Warrior:

you think maybe . . . it'd be cool if I kept occasionally asking for your help on homework?

Luzura_Warrior:

just if I get really stuck.

Luzura_Warrior:

it's totally fine if you're too busy though, I wouldn't wanna impose or anything

Rulerzreachf4n:

nah, it would be fine with me

Rulerzreachf4n:

honestly...it was kinda fun

Rulerzreachf4n:

I. well I told you before I was trained in a lot of subjects, by private tutors. but I was always curious what the cirriculum was like at the public schools.

Rulerzreachf4n:

I can sort of see what the hexside experience is like through you, you know?

Luzura_Warrior:

okay, awesome! I can be your eyes and ears 👀👂

Rulerzreachf4n:

yeah, exactly.

Luzura_Warrior:

oh, shoot, I gotta go for now

Luzura_Warrior:

talk to you later tonight?

Hunter couldn't help the smile that reached his face.

Rulerzreachf4n:

sure

 Over the weekend, Luz talked to Hunter a lot about her plans for her first glyph video. He warned her early on that he wouldn't be watching the videos, because he was too concerned about being caught. Luz said she understood and asked if she should drop the subject entirely with him. He told her it was fine to just talk about it.

She posted her first video on Sunday. He was determined to keep away from it.

He lasted only a few hours.

When the night grew very late, he found himself grabbing the scroll and clicking on the video anyway. The sound quality wasn't very good because she was far from the mic and the scroll seemed to be propped up against a book or something, so the camera angle was a little odd as well. But Luz looked so bright-eyed and excited, and listening to her talk about glyphs and how she discovered her first one was mesmerizing. His heart squeezed in his chest as he watched her. Afterwards, he told himself he needed to be more careful. He was growing far too attached, and this was getting risky.

But it seemed he was already in too deep to back out now. What had started as a tentative friendship via the awkward medium of texting had already grown into a bond. Now that he had a taste of actual friendship, he found that he was hooked. And he began to realize some rather uncomfortable truths. Such as just how profoundly unpleasant his life in the Coven actually was most of the time, and how much nicer it was to not be completely and utterly isolated.

Monday evening, Luz sent him the scenes that were cut from Ruler's Reach. He read them and re-read them, finding he was completely captivated. Later that night, when she asked him what he thought about them, he couldn't help but gush.

Rulerzreachf4n:

now that I've seen these scenes the story makes so much more sense

Rulerzreachf4n:

I mean, in the book, prince auric joined ruler's army and accomplished all these impressive things but that never made much sense to me

Rulerzreachf4n:

like, where did these changes come from, out of the blue?

Rulerzreachf4n:

but in this version, it actually makes sense. luzura was the one who woke him from his thousand-year slumber, she was the one who actually recognized him, was able to make that connection

Rulerzreachf4n:

and they grow together in the story, learn from one another. plus they complement each other so well, you know, they make such a great team.

Rulerzreachf4n:

it feels so much more compelling.

Rulerzreachf4n:

I enjoyed the book, don't get me wrong, but this . . .

Rulerzreachf4n:

this was really good

There was a long pause while Luz typed, as it seemed she was taking longer then usual.

Luzura_Warrior:

ok, wow. so this is so. validating to hear.

Luzura_Warrior:

I actually felt really self-conscious about this stuff. king kept saying it was too cheesy and mushy and stuff and, I guess...I wondered if maybe he was right. so I havent really showed it to anyone else until now.

Luzura_Warrior:

he said it was kinda cringe.

Rulerzreachf4n:

it was cringe? what does that mean?

Luzura_Warrior:

it . . . that it's so bad it's embarassing, I guess

Rulerzreachf4n:

what?? it's not bad, that's bullshit! it's amazing

Rulerzreachf4n:

the way you describe stuff, it makes it feel like I'm actually there . feeling what the characters are feeling or whatever

Rulerzreachf4n:

and their interactions are so great

Rulerzreachf4n:

the whole plot where they had to investigate pegasus valley and take on secret identities so nobody would know auric is the prince, I loved that

Rulerzreachf4n:

it was tense and exciting but the interactions between luzura and auric made it even better

Rulerzreachf4n:

I got the sense he was enjoying their secret identities a little too much

Rulerzreachf4n:

especially when he decided that part of their cover story was that they were newlyweds on vacation

Rulerzreachf4n:

it was funny

Luzura_Warrior:

oh my god yes exactly, that's what I was trying to tell king

Luzura_Warrior:

all the gore and violence gets boring if that's all there is, but a little romantic tension makes it so much more interesting

Luzura_Warrior:

I feel like you really get me 😁

 Rulerzreachf4n:

did you have any plans on where to take the story next?

Rulerzreachf4n:

I really wanna know what happens next

Luzura_Warrior:

well, I didn't have it entirely outlined, but I did have some ideas

Luzura_Warrior:

to be honest, talking to you about it is making me excited about it again, though

Luzura_Warrior:

I..might try to start writing again?

Luzura_Warrior:

maybe? it could be fun to write the story in the way I'd imagined it. not to publish, just for fun, I mean.

Luzura_Warrior:

like an AU fanfic of my own book, ha.

Rulerzreachf4n:

if you do, let me know, I'll definitely read it.

Luzura_Warrior:

okay! you could be my beta reader.

Luzura_Warrior:

dang, this is exciting 😃

Luzura_Warrior:

oh I have to go, it’s a schoolday tomorrow

Rulerzreachf4n:

sure, talk to you later