#why’d you do this mama

[thirtyratsinasuit]

Mama,

You left this world a month ago tomorrow, and yet everything feels surreal. I don’t really know how to feel about it still, I keep thinking you’re just going to walk through the door and yell “sike” or something; even though I was the one who found your body.

Gammy is taking it hard, it pains me to hear her cries at night. No mother should have to bury her child. Yaya’s taking it hard too, you were her older sister; now she has to wear your shoes.

Parrain’s taking it the worst. He feels like he failed you.

I remember years ago when you said you’d send signs if you died spontaneously, and I want to thank you for sending signs and telling us you’re okay. I love you Mama, forever and always, to infinity beyond and back again.

[starshideurfics]

Little Steve who gets lost on a shopping trip in Chicago once. He’s bored and wanders towards a window display while his mommy is at the perfume counter, everything is so neat and perfectly in place. By the time he turns around, he can’t see his mommy anywhere.

Steve takes a deep breath and starts walking, ready to go looking for her, only to realize just how big the department store is. He’s overwhelmed and ducks into the middle of a clothing rack, curling up into a little ball, his lip wobbling as he makes peace with the fact he will have to live at the department store. He knows there’s food there because they already had lunch, and they walked past a whole department full of candy. There are little beds in the home department that will be just the right size for him, even if Mommy always says he shouldn’t climb on them and not to embarrass her. There’s even a giant teddy bear in the toy department, so really, living here won’t be so bad!

“Steve! Stevie! Oh my god! Steven!”

Steve perks up. That’s his mommy. He crawls out from under the rack, through a curtain of suit coats.

“Mommy!” He runs to her and she crouches down to pull him into her arms.

She cries as she holds him and apologizes, words more for herself than for Steve. “I’m sorry, Stevie. I thought you were right next to me. Oh god! What if something had happened to you?”

He gets a new toy truck, a nice one with working doors, and Mommy holds his hand the rest of the trip. They get ice cream. It’s the best day ever, and Steve was only scared for a minute.

A month later, Steve is bored at home. Daddy is in his office and Mommy is on the phone.

Every time he tries to talk to Mommy she says, “Not now, Steve. Mommy’s busy.” Daddy’s office door is locked.

So, Steve decides to run away. If he’s missing, Mommy will want to find him and hold him close. He puts on his shoes, carefully tying the bows on his laces, and leaves.

The sliding door into the backyard is quiet as he closes it behind himself, and he sets off with a determined gait.

Steve makes it far enough into the woods that he can’t see his house anymore. Then far enough that he comes out on a field that he doesn’t recognize. Another little boy is in the field, very focused as he stares at a patch of clover. “What are you doing?” Steve asks as he approaches.

“Catching moths!” The boy points to an open mason jar with leaves and twigs inside, then to the clover, a handful of white and yellow moths among the plants. He smiles at Steve, a gap where one of his baby teeth has already fallen out, then turns back to the clover, taking slow steps and crouching, trapping a moth between his cupped hands. “Can you grab the jar?”

Steve does, holding it carefully as the older boy places the moth inside, holding a hand over the jar’s mouth. “Thanks! My name’s Eddie, what’s yours?”

“Steve.”

“Wanna help me catch some more?”

“Yeah!”

Together, the boys catch a few more moths (Eddie catches all of them, Steve keeps scaring them by moving too fast). Eddie puts them in the jar, closing the lid, holes already punched in the metal, and they watch the little insects walk along the twigs and languidly flap their wings. Then Eddie unscrews the lid, giggling as the moths fly away.

“Why’d you do that? We worked so hard!”

“Moths can’t live in jars. Mama always says I can look but I can’t keep ‘em,” Eddie answers with a smile. Then Steve’s stomach growls loudly, and Eddie looks up to see how low the sun already is in the sky. “I’m hungry too. It’s almost dinner time, so we should head home.”

“I don’t know how to get home,” Steve says softly, suddenly realizing he got pretty turned around in the woods and home could be anywhere.

Eddie takes Steve’s hand. “That’s okay, you can come with me!” Eddie knows exactly what to do, leading Steve with all the confidence of a six-year-old, ready to start 1st grade next month. They quickly arrive at the trailer park, Eddie knocking at a door before walking straight inside, tugging Steve after him. “Uncle Wayne!”

“Hey there, Bug, who’s your friend?” Eddie’s uncle is tall, with kind eyes. Even if Eddie hadn’t brought him there, Steve’s pretty sure he would like Uncle Wayne.

“This is Steve.”

“Steve’s folks know where he is?”

“He doesn’t know how to get home.”

“Ah, shhh—” Wayne winces, cuts himself short, and Steve’s pretty sure he was gonna say a bad word. “Steve, do ya know your phone number?” Wayne asks, crouching down to be eye-level with the boys.

“No…” That’s a lie. But he needs to make sure Mommy and Daddy are worried about him. If he gets sent home too soon, they’ll just be mad.

“Your address?”

“No.”

“How about your last name?”

Steve just shakes his head, tears welling in his eyes. He had so much fun with Eddie, and now everything is falling apart. He should have stayed home…

Wayne ruffles his hair. “It’ll be okay, kiddo. We’ll get you home.” Steve’s stomach growls again. “How about we have a snack? Everything looks better on a full stomach.”

Eddie is still holding Steve’s hand, and brings him over to the little table, letting go so they can climb onto chairs. Wayne gives them chocolate-covered mini donuts and orange soda, asking them about their afternoon, Eddie doing most of the talking.

Then the phone rings, and Wayne answers. “No, he’s here, Bets, Eddie’s with me. — What?” He turns to look at the boys, staring at Steve, before continuing, “Nope, you saved me some trouble. You know Eddie, he picked up a stray. — Pretty sure it is. Yep, I’ll drop Eddie off after.” He hangs up, smiling again. “Hey, Steve, I think I know how to get you home now, so don’t you worry.”

Wayne loads the boys into his truck. He drives the backroads, quickly arriving outside Steve’s house, his mommy throwing open the door when she notices their arrival. “Thank you,” Steve says quickly, scrambling out of the truck and running to his mother.

She holds him close and cries, yells her thanks. Steve waves goodbye to Eddie as he is carried inside. Mommy kisses his hair and tells him he isn’t allowed to go outside without telling her, that he scared her half to death.

Steve just hides his face against her shoulder, snuggling close.

When Daddy gets home he yells, scolds Steve for causing so much trouble, for scaring Mommy and making them call the police. He gets a spanking before be sent to his room for the night.

Steve never runs away again.

[sadreligion]

ε❤︎︭з ׅ TOP OF THE MORNIN’ ‿ ⠀ 𝆬 ⠀. feat. dealer!chris sturn.

──ㅤ disgustingly lazy & sleepy morning sex with chris. ᘓ ֹ ⁎ ᣞ ♱

early signs of sunrise peek through the sheer white curtains adorning your bedroom windows, a sad attempt to keep the outside world just exactly that. a heavy arm is lazily wrapped around your bare waist, you and chris’ limbs messily sprawled out against the soft sheets. it was far from unusual for chris to sleepover— his dropoffs somehow always closer to your house than his own. he’d be too drained to drive back, images of your soft face that live in his mind only convincing him further to come see you.

you’re first to wake up, eyes opening as a sleepy, incoherent murmur leaves your chapped lips, your body snuggling deeper into his chest. the sound of your voice seems to stir chris as well, his warm fingers squeezing the supple skin of your hip. “mornin’….” his groggy voice travels to your ear, his lips pressing a chaste kiss on your hairline.

chris’s eyes flutter open as you repeat the greeting, his body enveloping your own, his head buried into your neck. light, airy kisses are pressed against your caramel skin, his tongue peeking out every so often. “wanna stay in bed all day… jus’ us..” you mutter, your short, french acrylics coming to thread through his brunette curls, scratching at his scalp. a grin spreads across his face, the thought of being wrapped up in his favorite girl all day making his body buzz with desire & affection. his kisses become slightly more sloppy as he speaks in between pecks.

“mmm…. wish i could. i gotta drop off sumthin’ a lil’ later, mama. m’all yours right now, though..” chris hums, the slender fingers on your hip moving to toy with the waistband of your panties, his kisses trailing upwards to your jaw. a low huff leaves your throat as he carefully dips his hand underneath the material, his middle & ring fingers immediately sliding through your slick folds.

“always so wet… fuck..” he practically groans, his digits easily pushing into your entrance, velvety walls encasing them. the slight goatee on his chin scratches against your skin as his lips find yours in an slow, uncoordinated kiss.

chris’s fingers begin to move, each stroke slowly deepening, leaving you breathless. something similar to a mewl escapes you when the pad of his thumb presses against your clit, tight circles massaged into the bundle of nerves. “chris, ah… so good.. feels so good..” you whimper against his lips, fingers of your own softly tugging at his hair. a wave of satisfaction washes over chris at your praise, his dick straining against his plaid boxers at the fact that he’s the only one who can make you feel this way.

the moment his fingers hit that spongy spot he’d been searching for, moans & cries of the dealer’s name fall from your mouth left and right, your hips bucking into his hand. “i know, baby… mhm.. y’close huh?” chris asks teasingly, the proof obviously in the pudding. you nod almost immediately, your pussy clamming down onto his digits as you whimper. it just felt amazing— the mixture of his fingers plunging into you, the wet kisses to your lips, just everything.

unfortunately, it’s cut short, chris pulling his pruning fingers out, wiping your sticky arousal onto the plush of your thigh. a pout makes way to your flushed face, brows knitting together in confusion as he sits up on his knees. “…. why’d y’sto—” you meekly start, insantly getting cut off by chris, his hands moving to tug his boxers down. “shh, pretty girl…. i gotchu, ‘kay? don’t start that whinin’ shit… too early..” he scolds lightly, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling his underwear all the way off, doing the same to yours. his length slaps against his stomach, the lewd ‘thwack’ sound making you moan involuntarily.

“spread y’legs f’me, mama…. there ‘ya go..” he murmurs, a look of admiration taking over his baby blues as you listen. chris takes himself in his palm, pumping leisurely before pressing his leaky tip to your hole, slowly feeding you inch by inch.

he digs his head back into your neck, the pleasure overwhelming as your cunt swallows him whole. “fuuuucck… pussy’s squeezin’ me so tight…” chris huffs, his eyes closing as he slowly thrusts in and out of you. scratch marks decorate his back as you run your nails down his skin, the welts adding to the level of euphoria he’s feeling right now. you moan desperately in his ear, your eyes practically rolling back into your head. “oh my god… jus’ like that… don’t stop, please don’t stop..” you beg, that familiar knot in your tummy so close to snapping.

chris’s lips wrap around your skin, sucking a dark red hickeys onto your throat, his pace becoming sloppy. “gonna come, baby… mmm.. come wit’ me, yeah? c’mon, y’can do it..” he encourages, his words doing just the trick to push you over the edge. a guttural groan leaves him as he fills you up, his seed mixing with your juices, arousal dropping onto the now soiled sheets. what a morning.

© SADRELIGION.

˖ㅤㅤ ֗ ㅤㅤ ࣭ ㅤ ⋆ㅤㅤ ۪ㅤ﹢ㅤ ࣪ ㅤ NOTES! okay omg, why am i nervous?? this is my first blurb (?) on here & i’m geeked asf to share it with you guys. i’ve been wanting to make a tumblr for a while and i finally did so, amen! also, if you can tell i rushed tf outta the end, SHUSH! okay, rlly hope you guys like it, enjoy! <3

[bosinclairsgff]

Slashers reacting to you biting them

Includes: The Grabber, Otis Driftwood, Bo Sinclair

Warnings: kidnap, cussing abuse, NSFW mentioned

Not full on drawing blood type biting but love nibbles yk? Also I hate this but idk.

- Depending on Alberts mood, he’d either giggle and find it cute or he’d slap the shit out of you.

- It’s so hard to tell what he’s truly feeling so your careful when you first do it. He had been spending more time in the basement with you, sometimes holding you. So one day while he’s holding you, you grab his arm and lightly bite him, and holding him in your mouth for a moment. Immediately he’s frozen in place, not knowing how to react at first. “Why’d you do that dove?” He’d ask while holding you closer to him. He wouldn’t mind after you explain it’s kinda your love language.

- You read the room so wrong. Al is holding you sure, but the room feels off and he breathing heavy. You make the decision to slightly bite his arm, in a loving way like you had explained last time. This time though, he pushed you off his lap, you hit the concrete floor hard letting out a small yelp. He towers over you and kicks you directly in your stomach. You cry out in pure pain. “Please, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you mad, I’m so sorry!” You try to reason with him. “You dumb bunny. Such a dumb pathetic bunny.” He say’s delivering another blow to your stomach, knocking the breath out of you. Satisfied, he kneels down to look at you. Saying nothing he kindly pushes your hair out of your eyes. Albert then leaves without saying a word.

- Otis would take it as a kink or a way to kick of sexy time.

- Otis was working on one of his art projects, not paying much attention to you. “Otis?” You question standing by his chair and putting a hand on his shoulder. “What do you fucking want mama?” He says slightly annoyed. He turns around to look at you. “Can I sit on your lap while you work…please? I’ll sit still and be good I swear.” You say as you pout. Otis rolls his eyes but pats his lap. You happily take your stop on his lap. Straddling your legs over his thighs, facing him. After a second of looking in his eyes, you lay your head into the crook of his neck. You stay that way for a few minutes before you get the idea to slightly bite his neck. He lets out a deep sigh. “What the fuck are ya doing girl?” He questions. “I jus wanted to bite ya. I’m sorry.” You say feeling your cheeks heat up. Otis grips your ass and pulls you closer to him.

- You can only guess what happens next.

- Bo would also take it as a way to get in your pants.

- You were in the shop sitting on the counter watching Bo work. “I can feel ya staring at my ass y/n.” He chuckles, making your face turn red. Standing up and walking over to you, just to hold you in his arms for a moment. His arms wrap around your waist and his chins rest on the top of your head. You melt into his touch, closing your eyes and relaxing. After a few moments just resting with each other he lets go of you. You lightly grab his arm and kiss it before slightly biting it. He’s immediately turned on. “Woah I’m usually the one doin tha biting baby.” He jokes. “I don’t mind this though.” Bo closes the distance between you to and catches your lips with his.

- Pound town goes CRAZY, you do explain after though that it’s a love language. He doesn’t understand and will probably always take it as your down for a quick fuck.

[thebearer]

https://www.tumblr.com/everythingfox/766072245619671040

Chovy core😭

this but he only glares at carmen lol.

like carmen’s just a bystander but he’s getting a lethal side eye and glaring. then as soon as you’re done, he skitters out and starts hissing and attacking carmen’s legs.

“fuck! what- what did i do?” carmen’s dodging him, trying to get out of his way so anchovy can run into the kitchen, hide in the bottom cabinet and hiss at carmen when he came near it.

“she’s the one who put the pumpkin on you, anchovy.” carmen points at you with a scoff. “why’d he not attack you?”

“he’s not gonna attack his mama.” you shake your head, cooing at the cat that’s already gone, hiding in the other room. “he loves his mama.”

“his mama is the one torturin’ him.” carmen mutters, glaring in the direction of the kitchen. “and he takes it out on me.”

you shrug, biting back a grin as you scroll through the photos, admiring your handi work and picking one to post.

[call-memissbrightside]

There’s a hesitation to bring up times that Katsuma gets in trouble in school… which is more times than you’d could stomach. It wasn’t like Katsuma was necessarily a bad kid, just a kid with a temper for people that don’t think like him. You noticed his fathers attitude from infancy, but you’d hope Katsuma would grow out of it, but you were proven wrong when he’d be spending his 6th birthday transferring to another school for fighting.

“So he’s a punk?” The accusation is loud in Katsuki’s voice, and you want to stand up for your kid, because you’re a good mother and you’d be damned if Katsuki tries to argue differently—

“Why’d you get in a fight?” Katsuki notices his son hiding in the doorway where you and him sat in the living room.

Katsuma seemed ashamed to be caught, and the little boy couldn’t look at his parents.

“Don’t know,” he mumbled and it broke your heart.

“No,” Katsuki shook his head,” you know why kid. You’re making your mom stressed, you think that’s okay?”

Your attention snaps up to look at him but Katsuki has a hard look on his face.

“No,” Katsuma comes closer to you, eyes watering and bottom lip wobbling. “I love my mommy.”

Katsuki nodded, taking one of his hands. “I know you do bud, but you can’t keep getting kicked out of school. Your mom worked too hard to get you in the best school and seeing you fight makes her sad.”

Katsuma looks up at you, tears in his red eyes. “I’m sorry mama,” he whines before clutching to your chest as he cries.

You breathe out the breath you weren’t even aware you were holding.

“It’s okay baby, you’re still a good kid y’know?”

Katsuki wouldn’t admit it, but seeing you play such a nurturing mother warmed his heart— it made him love you— not that he could say that. Couldn’t let Katsuma see him as a softy.

“Yeah,” Katsuki looked at you, feeling Katsuma’s eyes on him, but he couldn’t look away at your beautiful face. “You’re mom did good with you.”

The compliment makes you blush, but also fixes any insecurities you had of Katsuki thinking you were a bad mother to your son.

[elliezlils11utt]

Heyy, love your writing! <3 I'm not sure if you've written about this before, but can I request needy and whiny Ellie accidentally discovering she has a mommy kink? (during sex she it just slips) and reader teasing her about it, poor baby :( I just know Ellie started calling her gf mommy, mama or mami as a joke...until it wasn't a joke anymore 😌

A/N: first of all, thank you so much😭💕 and omg yes? this is goals. I have never written whiney ellie b4 so let’s see how this goes lmfao. (sorry if this kinds sucks ass😔)

summary: the ask in a nutshell.

parings: whinysub!ellie & dom!reader

W/C : around 600

content warning: (NSFW !!) degrading praise? (“pretty slut, sweetheart, baby”) ellie calls reader mommy ovi.

els: mamaaaa, wya?

els: i miss youuuu

Y/n: mama huh?

els: yah it’s my new nickname 4 u.

y/n: alr els😭

y/n: I’ll be there soon baby dw. you can wait a little longer for mama, yeah?

els: BDJSNDJSHDBSBH?!

y/n: see u soon baby.

your pretty sure that’s when you found out Ellie had a mommy kink. her reaction totally gave it away. so when she called you mommy in bed you played along.

you had her dicked down on the bed. holding her thighs over your shoulders while she gripped onto the sheets on her back. your cock pounded into Ellie while your hand roamed her body.

“awah, is my baby crying?? feels so good, don’t it sweetheart?” you coo mocking your cock drunk girlfriend under you. she looks so needy like this. her eyes rolled back into her skull, fluttering open every once and a while to watch you split her open on your cock. her auburn hair sticks to her forehead, sticky with sweat. she would whimper incoherent please. she wasn’t even sure what she was asking for. she just wanted more. and she was all for you.

“y-yess. please. faster mommy !!” the name caught you off guard. stoping your unforgiving thrusts into her. you smirk, bending over to kiss her sweaty forehead.

“call me that again.” you growl into her neck when you continue to slam into ellies pretty little cunt. your arm reaches around her leg and you play with her puffy clit. rubbing tight circles around her pussy. or as tight as you could get them while the bass of the strap was rubbing against your clit so deliciously. you pound into her pussy harder. hitting a deeper spot then before. Ellie groans, her mouth falling agap at the new angle. her perky tits jiggle with every thrust.

“did you not, fuck, did you not fucking hear me? I said call me that again, or I stop.” your merciless pace made her head foggy. barely comprehending what you were saying. poor baby:( you slow your thrusts, bottoming out in ellie. you just sit there inside of her till she notices the stop. She catches her breath. huffing in between whines.

“w-why’d you stop?” she try’s to slide herself father into your dick, rutting her hips closer to yours.

“need you to call me mommy again, baby.”

“mommy please, please let me cum.”

and at her word your pace regains speed.

“y’like calling me mommy. isn’t that right my pretty slut? you like when mommy fucks you shitless?” she nods her head aimlessly and you swear you see drool pouring from the side of her mouth when you start to rub her clit again. her whines reverbing off the walls, sounding like music to your ears.

“yeah I know you do, been wanting to call me mommy for a while now haven’t you sweetheart?” your words tip her over the edge as she cums all over your dick. you fuck her through her orgasm, drawing long whines from her pretty little lips. normally she would scream your name while she cums, but today she called you something different.

“mommy- fuck, mo-mommyyyy” she chanted that name so damn much it ain’t even seem like a word anymore. eventually your thrusts slows down as she shakes underneath you.

“I’m goin pull out now, okay baby?” her fucked out little expression can’t form words as she gives a weak thumbs up. cute loserrr.

A/N: I wrote this super quick but it was fun! I’m trying to have more fun when writing bc I used to think of it as something I needed to be perfect at but that wasn’t getting me no where lmfao. SEND ME ASSKKKKS !! love yall 🩷

[tonyboneysblog]

MOTHER HEN: PART SEVEN

parings: hawks x mother!reader

wordcount: 3.2k

warnings: none

notes: daddy’s…home? genuinely so excited to write the next chapter cause if you notice the timeline, something big is coming😈😈

summary: you, the mother of Fumikage Tokoyami, are just a simple nurse! Who caught the eye of a certain pro.

You haven’t gotten a text from hawks in the past four days, which puts you in a sour mood.

technically it’s a little bit of your fault for kissing his forehead- but if the little shit would have just let you explain…

what’s even worse is that your unable to watch the sports festival- fucking hospital job.

And when you finally get home from that hellhole, Fumikage will be sassy cause you weren’t able to watch him.

He wouldn’t be angry just..slightly disappointed?

Then when you cuddled up in your nest yesterday you see that damned hawks plush you spent 30 dollars on…

So here you are at this amazing place of work! against your will of course.

Currently you’re at the water station- until you were rudely pulled away due to a pro hero getting hurt…as usual.

You open the door to see a younger, dark skinned woman with white hair and the cutest bunny ears on her head.

She looks at you and starts waving happily…your heart would feel warm if it weren’t for the blood on her face.

“Names Mirko!” Oh, you know her! Your sister used to be obsessed with her…well for a short period of time but still obsessed no the less.

“Mirko, how you feeling today?”

She sends you a thumbs up, “terrible!”

You chuckle softly and walk over towards her, accompanying another one of the doctors.

“What’s her condition?”

The doctor sighs, “nothing too serious, we ought to check her for a concussion though..and she’ll have to at least spend one night here.”

“With those injuries it should be longer no?”

The doctor shakes his head, “can’t keep Mirko tied down for too long.” Then proceeds to just…walk out.

But Mirko doesn’t let it stay too quiet.

“So, your name is?”

You smile softly, “ Y/N Tokoyami.”

Mirko looks like she’s pondering for a moment..looks as if she knows you from somewhere.

“I swear I’ve heard that name before..” she says quietly.

You smile again, “you probably have, so is there anything you need?”

Mirko puts her attention back onto you, “nah, I’ll be alright.”

“Really, Why’d the doctor call me in then?”

“Because I complained my ass hurt, I’ve been laying in bed all day.”

You chuckle, “that all?”

She nods her head quickly.

“Well, let’s hope you don’t get a bed sore kay?” You shoot a thumbs up towards her, same she did to you earlier.

Then you walk out, wondering why she even needed you…

But Mirko knew why, hawks told her you were nurse and she wanted to she what all the fuss was about.

Truthfully, he’d been talking about you every time she saw him while on patrol.

She supposes his ramblings are correct, you’re cute.

Then again Mirko has never really pinned hawks as the mamas boy type, and you echo the motherly type.

But you’re sweet, maybe that’s why he’s so attracted to you?

So, Mirko pulls out her phone to bother hawks about his little high school boy crush.

she took it the the group chat though, little asshole.

BEST PROS.

carrot foot

Found ur gf hawks

caw caw bitch

what

caw caw bitch

where

jorts

who?

carrot foot

Hospital

INCOMING FACETIME CALL

Mirko sighs and answers it.

“Where is she, she look cute?” Hawks says frantically.

Mirko shakes her head, “again hawks, get a grip.”

Mirko can hear the wind howling into the phone, of course hawks is flying while on the phone.

“Answer me.” Hawks says sternly.

Mirko immediately starts rambling about the very small amount of information she has on you, “Damn you got a mommy kink or something, cause that woman is a MILF. I mean M.I.L.F.”

“What- what the hell does…no?” Mirko can pick on hawks confusion through the phone.

“Hawks, man, that woman echos mother. Here she is mothering throughout the halls of a hospital!”

“Mirko, what’s your point here.”

“I mean she’s hot dude, get your head in the game…or in her i don’t-“

Mirko can then her hawks yelling loudly out of shock, “GROSS MIRKO, DONT MAKE JOKES LIKE-“

If he yelled any louder you could probably hear him in the halls.

Mirko laughs loudly, “Don’t get your panties in a twist, I’m joking.”

Then there’s an uncomfortable silence on the phone, a little too long for comfort.

but then of course hawks breaks it- as him usually does.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind…”

Mirko starts laughing again, “aha! Damn dirty bird- go get your wings ruffled elsewhere man!”

Hawks responds quickly, ignoring Mirko comment.

“I gotta go- I see a best jeanist and I’d like to go pull his ear.”

Mirko huffs, “fine, but he isn’t your wingman-I am.”

Hawks laughs softly and hangs up, leaving Mirko in silence.

Until you walk in.

“Oh, there’s my favorite nurse!” She beams.

“Do you mind if I watch the sports festival in here? My kids in it..”

Mirko nods her head, “I don’t mind- need to look for recruits anyways.”

So, there you and Mirko sit watching the sports festival together.

Many times throughout it you had to put a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from screaming and alerting the others your not technically working at the moment.

but during every break in the sports festival, you rushed and did your actual duties as quickly as you could.

Then when you came back, and the 1V1 battles have already started.

And of course your gorgeous boy conquers and destroys the competition.

One after another, what was most surprising to you was seeing todorokis and midoriyas fight, aggressive and raw.

made you vividly remember that was the boy who tripped on his own ice..

You were a little scared that’d he have to face your Fumikage.

Instead it was Katsuki Bakugo who faced him, and after that fight he’ll be the only kid who doesn’t get your end-of-semester cookies.

I mean cmon! Grabbing your son by the beak?! Unbelievable…angers you to your core because who does he think he is?!

But it’s fine.

Fumikage would’ve won if it were anyone else.

But Fumikage still got third, and you can shove it in all your friend’s faces that your son is awesome and that they could never.

Because Fumikage is one of a kind.

You look over to Mirko after jumping for joy for your son’s new shiny medal.

“He’s a good fighter, y’know I know someone all birdy like that.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yea, hawks.” She says bluntly.

You can feel the color drain from your face, hawks low key, high key broke your heart after your last interaction.

“Oh… well I’m sure Fumikage will consider an invitation from him.- if he wanted to work with him.” You say while tapping your fingers together.

Mirko pulls out her phone, typing something, you don’t know exactly what but…it’s whatever.

carrot foot

yea your cooked bud

caw caw bitch

what

Mirko seats down her phone next to the table, where you can hear it buzzing loudly…

“Uhm are you gonna check that?” You say nervously.

“Nah, he’s fine.” She says as she finally relaxes into the bed she had been complaining about all day apparently.

“Ah…okay?” You then hop out of the seat, making your way back to your work.

You should get him an apple pie to celebrate, or maybe just straight apples cause Fumikage will go crazy either way.

Hawks briefly crossed your mind again, what was his favorite again? Wasn’t apples you know what…it was probably something dumb- just like him…

dumb, dumb, dumb man.

enough of him, you have work to do…

right after you call Fumikage!

It rings, but he doesn’t answer? Which is weird because Fumikage always answers his phone unless it’s dead.

Yes that’s probably why, he’ll call you right back when it charges.

But Fumikages phone was in-fact not dead, he was just…distracted?

Fumikages eyes squint slightly, “What could you possibly want.”

It’s hawks he’s being so standoffish with, but hawks just sends him a soft smile.

“It’s the sports festival, of course I’d be here.”

“You decide to stalk me instead of my mother?”

Hawks goes quiet, his carefree smile faltering.

“Not exactly..we got in a small spat.”

“If you’re trying to get me to talk to her for you, it’s not gonna work.” Fumikage starts to walk away before hawks grabs his shoulder.

Then dark shadow comes out.

Hawks steps off slightly, “that’s kinda freaky…”

“Kinda like your face.”

Dark shadow looks over to Fumikage, “that wasn’t even a good comeback.”

“Shut up dark shadow.”

Dark shadow scoffs and folds his cute little shadow arms with what looks to be a pout on his face.

Hawks face completely loses the carefree smile, “I’m serious when I say I’m not here for you…well not technically.”

“What do you mean by that.”

“Yea, what do you-“

“Dark shadow…”

Hawks lets out a small breath, “I was interested in you being my sidekick due to the skills you showed off on the fie-“

“Not interested” Fumikage says curtly.

Dark shadow whips his head over to look at Fumikage with surprise, whispering something in his ear.

“He’s number three- you can’t just reject an offer from him!”

“I can, and I just did.”

Then it’s silent, Fumikage doesn’t mind though.

Hawks sighs softly, putting back on the smile Fumikage hates so much.

“Well if you ever rethink it, my agency will always be open.”

“I hope retribution comes for you in the darkness of your home.”

Hawks stays quiet but then his face twists into confusion, “what does that even mean..?”

Fumikage huffs and if he had hair he would most likely flip it whilst walking away.

Fumikage leaves hawks standing outside, utterly confused in what Fumikage was even talking about.

Maybe that’s what you meant when you said Fumikage was unique…

speaking of you, you were still at that darn hospital.

Fumikage was aware of that, you always worked a lot but the times that you weren’t working you tried your best to spend them with him.

Until Mr. Pro-Hero decided to come into your life..

The first time Fumikage really noticed your relationship with hawks was when you had the talk on the balcony.

He knew he wasn’t going crazy when he thought someone was under a blanket, a blanket you don’t even use may he add.

Then the next day when he went up to your balcony, the blanket was in-fact no where to found.

Then he caught him in your kicthen, Fumikage debated on even eating the cookies because maybe hawks terrible aura rubbed off on them.

They were delicious but that’s not the point!

Then hawks wanders into Fumikages home, which was locked, uninvited looking for you.

Only time Fumikage could tolerate hawks was when he had to save you from the bar.

But then his tolerance shot down when he walked in on the two of you coddling each other.

Then he heard the “little spat” you and hawks had which is why he rushed into your room so fast.

Honestly, who does that damn fowl think he is?!

Fumikage explains all of this to poor dark shadow, who truly just wanted to watch a movie with him.

“Sounds rough.” Dark shadow says quietly.

Fumikage huffs, “It’s worse than rough dark shadow, it’s appalling.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be so…extreme with hawks- Momma seems to like him.”

“Correction, liked, my mother will never participate in any romances with that man again.”

Fumikage ends the conversation there, but dark shadow would like to expand on the topic.

“It was nice of hawks to offer you that side kick position.”

“well being nice doesn’t cut it.”

Finally, the conversation about hawks is finished, Fumikage only ranted for 4 hours this time!

And he’d finished 3 movies in that time as well…maybe the hospital will let you off early.

So Fumikage and dark shadow fight the urge to rest, which they both utterly fail and fall asleep on the couch.

You come in around 5:30 so they never stood a chance, not after the day Fumikage had.

You walk into the door, spotting only Fumikage.

You stumble over towards him, sitting on the floor and brushing your hand through his feathers.

Fumikage is knocked out, so he won’t wake up if you pick him up.

You use all your remaining strength to pick Fumikage up, making your way towards your bedroom.

It’s been a minute since Fumikage got cuddles from his mama.

And also you seriously doubt you could carry Fumikage back to his room, then walk back to yours without passing out onto the floor.

You place Fumikage under the warm covers, then yourself.

You then wrap your hands around Fumikage as tightly as you possible could, as if someone would take him away if you didn’t.

Then you rest, same as Fumikage.

Same as hawks.

And hawks truly needs to thank you for whatever you did to make him stop having those nightmares.

barely dreams now, and if he does it’s always weird shit.

usually has you in it too.

nevermind, you probably cursed him and overrode whatever put that nightmare spell on him.

a curse that just makes him dream about you.

Now he really wishes he talked Mirko into getting a picture of you, he misses you bad.

Maybe a text wouldn’t hurt? No, too risky- you’re probably still mad at him.

Maybe he could worm his way back into your life with that weighted blanket, if his plan worked he could probably steal it back anyways.

It still smells like you, which is weird because he’s had it for awhile.

That’s probably his favorite part of the day now, getting home, taking a shower, cuddling into his mostly bare bed and just sniffing that shit like it’s coke.

Kinda like how some people spray lavender onto their beds to get sleepy, he just smells the hell out of that blanket.

He wishes he was able to snatch another item from your house that smelled like you.

Fumikage doesn’t really smell like you, he noticed.

He smells kinda like wood? And also a little fruity too.

You wouldn’t really guess fruits and flowers from looking at him but maybe your scent rubbed off on him too.

Honestly, hawks kinda feels like Edward when Bella first walked into that classroom though- hawks wouldn’t be covering his mouth to avoid the smell, he would be INHALING that smell.

He would never admit that the night that he comforted you out on that balcony he didn’t even go home and change, he kept that uniform on.

The coat didn’t truly smell like you, but the under shirt did.

Maybe he’s going a little crazy, sure he’s real kept together most the time but- the things you do to that poor man.

And Mirko- peacefully sleeping in the hospital, she may be hawks wingman but she needs her rest too!

And when you wake, you’ll have to go right back to the hospital.

doesn’t men’s you can’t talk to your son before you leave though.

“Mama.” Fumikage says sleepily, awoken from you moving all around the room.

You perk up now your son’s awake, “Fumikage?”

Fumikages eyes a still closed, fighting to go back to sleep.

“Did you see me, in the sports festival?”

You run your hands through Fumikages feathers, “Course’ I did.”

Fumikage smiles softly, “guess who talked to me after..?”

“All might? I saw it on-“

“No it was hawks, invited me for an internship.”

You jaw slacks slightly, “did you accept?”

“No, not after what he’s done.” Fumikage says with a little rasp in his own voice.

“You should’ve.”

“What?”

You sigh, “hawks is number three- doesn’t matter what he did to me Fumikage.

Fumikage stays silent, suddenly now regretting telling you.

“But…”

You kiss his temple, “thank you for thinking about how I’d feel though. Don’t let my emotions or relationships get in the way of your future.”

Fumikage nods, understanding your point of view.

“Are you leaving for work?”

“Yep, it’s not a long shift though.”

You open your bedroom door, “I’ll see you later, Fumi.”

Then walking out of your own house, making your way to the hospital.

Once you walk in, your infact greeted with Mirko!

and hawks.

“Ah, my favorite nurse!” Mirko cheers excitedly.

“Mirko! Shouldn’t you still be on bed rest?”

Mirko chuckles, “glad you’re worried about me toots.”

You gasp a small bit at the nickname, “Oh!”

Mirko places her hand onto her hip, “Hey, didn’t I see you hear like 7 hours ago, why you already back?”

“Duty calls?”

Hawks chuckles at that, wasn’t even funny.

Mirko throws an arm around hawks, “this was the birdy boy I was talking about!”

“We’ve met.”

suddenly there was an awkward silence.

Hawks wanted to throw himself out a window, you wouldn’t even look at him.

Mirko taps her foot nervously.

“Hawks…” you say his name softly.

His head perks up form Mirko hold, “yeah?”

“Sorry that Fumikage rejected you…I know how he is.”

Hawks can feel his heart beating in his ears, “it’s all good- doors always open.”

You nod softly, looking away.

The three of you just stand there in silence, Mirko foot tapping repeats.

Then she breaks, “Mrs Tokoyami, sorry for holding you up-You got a job to do!”

You jump in surprise, “ah- your right, it was nice talking to you both!”

You quickly walk away to clock in, Mirko and hawks make there way outside.

She scoffs, “had the perfect opportunity.”

Hawks rolls his eyes, “I wasn’t gonna apologize to her in a hospital.

“I’m going to put you in the hospital/ what the hell even was that back there?!” Mirko exclaims.

Hawks pushes her arm away, “I was nervous.”

“Doors always open!” Mirko mocks him.

“Oh quiet down.”

“I’m your wingwoman- giving you a perfect chance and you fuck it all up.”

“It wasn’t that bad-“

Mirko smacks the back of his head, “Hawks, shut your trap.”

Hawks doesn’t reply, walking next to Mirko throughout the less populated areas of town.

Mirko snaps her fingers, “You know what, I can fix this.”

“You can?”

“Of course I can, I’m Mirko.”

Hawks groans softly, already annoyed by the days events.

Mirko starts her plan, “clearly she cares a good bit about her son-but there feeling are mostly separated for different things.”

Hawks nods along.

“So instead of getting all cushy with her son again, you need to fix it with her- clearly your not gonna getting through with her son based on what you told me earlier.-“

Hawks interrupts, “her son is always home though.”

“Don’t interrupt me, he goes to U.A. I bet they have some trip for passing the exam.”

“How are we supposed to find that out?”

Mirko groans, “let me talk, I’m always going to that hospital for some reason- I’ll find something out…she likes me unlike you.”

Hawks looks away with a pout, “Don’t say that…”

“I’ll say whatever I want, I’m your wingwoman.”

Hawks and Mirko continue their walk up until they get to his agency, since Mirko doesn’t have one.

Though Mirko continues walking, “See ya later, Hawkey.”

“Where are you going?”

“To my house?- don’t fuck up anything else while I’m gone.”

Hawks huffs lightly, walking into his own office.

He has so much paper work to do, then the commission will be badgering him later for “doing it wrong” according to them.

He can’t wait to just be home.

Be home next to you.

or…your blanket at the very least?

…he really needs to fix this.

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Magic Euros II

Leah Williamson x Wife!Reader

Magic Euros I

summary~ Your kids are absolute menaces, but how could they not, they’re Williamson’s and are around your wife’s crazy teammates all the time.

Your kids are little monsters and there is nothing you could do about it. James seemed to be pretty sweet and shy but how older he got the more he acted like his naughty aunties. Alice really wasn’t any good from the moment she was born. Your daughter was just as naughty as Katie, Vic and Kyra. They tried to involve Alice in all their pranks in the hopes that no one would blame them but instead the innocent two year old.

There were times their plan would work and your daughter got put in time-out or nothing would happen because ‘you got no proof’. But other times, like when they had Alice to hide Lessi’s shoes, she told on them after you threatened to take the toddlers iPad away. “Alice! Why’d you have to tell on us?” Victoria crouched down to your daughter. “B-but iPad” the girl defended herself. You laughed at that and Kyra rolled her eyes annoyed. “Why did you bring an iPad addict into the world?” the Aussie sighed.

And while Alice was influenced by the bad kids, James loved his sweet auntie Lotte. They had a very special and cute bond. Lotte loved to babysit him whenever you had to make time for Alice’s swimming lessons. He always came back from Lotte’s house with so much to tell but is so tired he always falls asleep halfway through his story. The boy wanted to be just like her. He tried to play footie like her, wanted to cook like her and he even started to dress like her.

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Beth and Viv loved to babysit them. They took the kids to all kinds of playgrounds and their dogs, Myle and Rona are their favourite. Myle was still very hyper and the mini Leah’s are too so they’d both end up asleep after a very busy day. Almost always James and Alice and up in Myle’s bed with Myle’s on the ground next to them.

Jamie and Al loved to watch their mummy play footie in the summer, the winter was less fun. You went to games as that is your job, you needed to be up to date and what better way to do that watching your wife play live. Taking the toddlers with you, you sat in the friends and family section. The kids were good almost the whole game. Well that was until it starting pouring down. The London weather decided to show up and everyone got absolutely soaked.

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When the girls had to play friendlies in Portugal you took the kids with you. You would have a little vacation and free babysitters, why wouldn’t you go.

The flight to the sunny Portugal was hectic though. Arriving at the airport, James was asleep but the hyper girl you had in your arms definitely wasn’t. “Calm down Al, you’ll see your aunties in a bit.” Leah tried to calm her down but that only mad her more hyper. “Where’s auntie Vicky! And Kyky oh- and Katie and and Lessi?” she tried to wiggle her way out of your grasp. You put her on the ground and she ran around in search for the Arsenal girls.

“We should’ve just bought her that kidsbelt, that way she wouldn’t be running around like this.” Leah sighed already regretting the decision to bring the kids.

“Mommy, Mama! KyKy’s here!” you heard your little girl scream through the airport. “That’s awesome sweetie, can you find the others too?” you asked her, trying to distract her with something.

After a few minutes of Alice running around the airport in the hopes of getting her tired for the flight, she found the rest of the team. “Mama look! Auntie Vicky’s here too!” she dragged you to the Dutchie. “Oh god help me Vic, ze is al de hele dag zo en ze wordt maar niet moe” (Oh god help me Vic, she has been like this the whole day and she isn’t getting tired.) you hugged your friend. Vicky laughed at your tired state, “Dat had ik niet gedacht, je ziet er zo energiek uit!” (I wouldn’t of thought, you look so energetic!) she said sarcastically. You rolled your eyes at her and sighed.

You walked over to your wife and sleeping son. “Leah, i don’t know why we thought this was a good idea, Alice is already being a menace to society. Think of what she can do when she’s with those other devils for more than a few hours.” you whisper to her.

Lotte came walking over to the two of you. “How are the little monsters doing?” she asked looking at Alice who was being thrown into the air by Kyra. “Well one of the two is sleeping like an angel and the other is… well, not.” Leah told her. James woke up hearing his favourite auntie. “Lotte!” he said tiredly, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. “Hey grote jongen, you’re awake.” she took him out of the arms of your wife.

You tried to learn the kids some Dutch but that was hard since they were so young and they almost only spoke English. Vic, Viv and Lotte had tried to learn the kids some but it didn’t really stick. The only thing they really remembered was ‘stomkop��� which means stupid so it wasn’t really in your favour.

Walking into the plane, without kids since they chose their aunties over you and their other mom, you sat next to Leah. Kyra and Alice sat in front of you and Lotte and James next to you. You were not even off the ground when you heard the duo in front of you and your wife snore.

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When the team finally landed both of your kids were awake. Leah took the suitcases and bags to the teambus and you kept your eyes on the kids. Vic placed Al on her big suitcase and rolled the toddler to the parking lot. She was trying to teach her some Dutch but her effort was futile. “So kleine, say ‘ik hou meer van tante Vic dan van mijn mama’s’” (So little one, say ‘i love auntie Vic more than my mommy’s’) the midfielder tried. But the only thing coming out of the toddlers mouth was some gibberish.

A blonde forward approached the girls, “You’ve had her for a while now, she needs some quality time with her favourite auntie now.” Alessia grabbed to girl from Victoria’s suitcase. “You love auntie Lessi more right Ali?” Alessia said tickling your daughter.

Walking into the bus the naughty toddler took Alessia’s Prada glasses and put them on. “Look! I’m auntie Less!” she said posing like Alessia. Katie looked over and began laughing. “She really does look like you now, face all serious. Alice you look just like grumpy Lessi!” the Irish woman commented.

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Lina arrived later with her daughter Lo. Your kids loved to play together and try to trick Katie. Lo would tell Katie to walk her to the bathroom, where Alice and James would wait for her. “What can i help you with kid?” Katie asked the mini Lina. They would open the door and your kids attacked her. They threw water on her and the three of them ran away together.

“Lina Lina! Katie’s mad!” James ran towards the Swede. Lina would fake her confusion, “Why would Katie be angry pojke?”. The three kids looked at eachother, Alice pointed to Lo who had to explain everything.

Katie came running into the room with three buckets of water. “I’m gonna get ya!” she yelled chasing the screaming toddlers.

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chillin’ it out

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jillroord coolest kids out there 😎

lucybronze i’ll take the kids to the chillest place, next week they’re coming to barca

↳ keirawalsh i back that

lottewubbenmoy Jamie boy with the coolest sunnies

kyracooneyx yeahh the weirdooss

↳ victoriapelova you’re the biggest weirdo

alessiarusso99 ali looks too cute!!

↳ y/nwilliamson you out her in that dress and did her hair, how could she not

barcafemfam i love the arsenal family smm

W0s012 they’re literally mini Leah’s and y/n’s

When you got back from Portugal you went to dinner with your parents and Leah’s since they were in London for a few days. You had to leave the kids with Beth and Viv for the night but they didn’t mind, they loved kids.

Alice played with Myle and got her to play dead, well the toddler had to push her down to get her to play dead but it kind of worked. “Piew!” Alice yelled with her pistol fingers pointing at the puppy. “Myleee! You need to play dead! Lie downnn” she complained. The dog however had other plans and sprung on the little girl and started licking her face. “Bad doggy!” she giggled pushing Myle down on the couch and trying again. “Piew!” she yelled. Myle didn’t move a muscle so she just pushed the puppy down.

Viv saw the whole scene play out in front of her and laughed, having filmed the whole thing.

And while all of that was going on, James was vacuuming the couple’s house. “What’re you doing little guy?” Beth asked the boy. “Cleaning Auntie Viv and yours house!” he said excited. The vacuum wasn’t on but Beth didn’t have the heart to tell him that. “So sweet of you. Hard workers deserve a snack break right?” Beth ruffled his hair and placed a cookie in his hands.

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Keira and Lucy kept their promise and invited you, Leah and the kids to Barcelona. Keira drove to the airport to pick you up. Alice and James attacked Keira immediately. “Oh my god! Al, Jamie please, Auntie Kei still needs to drive us.” Leah took the kids off her bestfriend. “Well hello to you too.” the midfielder laughed.

Lucy awaited you at their door. “Lucy!” the kids yelled, running out of the car and into the defender’s arms. “Hey monsters!” she hugged them. “Silly Lucy, i’m not a monster.” James laughed at his auntie.

The kids got to see the Barcelona training ground and even got to watch a game. Ingrid and Mapi, who they already knew, were waiting for the kids. The kids ran onto the field and into the arms of the Barcelona couple. “We’ve missed you so much!” Ingrid yelled, picking both kids up and squeezing them. Mapi spun James around and played goalie when Alice was taking penalties. “You’re too good niña!” Mapi said picking your daughter up and placing her on her back and running around the field.

Leah and you always enjoy your time in Barcelona, the people there were like family and the city was beautiful. The weather was nice, well it mostly was and if it was raining it would clear up quickly.

Lucy and Keira made forts with the kids, danced with them in the rain, even though you said they shouldn’t because they’d get sick. And Lucy got James to hug a tree. “Trees deserve love too Jamie. It’s mean to kick them. You don’t like it when someone kicks you, go give the tree a hug.” the dark haired woman said after catching James kicking a tree in the park. “I’ll say sorry to the tree.” James said and ran through the park, giving the biggest hug as an apology. Lucy giggled at the scene in front of her. James really had a good heart and he did look like Lotte, like a lot.

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fun days with these kids

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lauren_hemp why is Jamie hugging a tree

ingrid_engen those samba’s are the cutest!

↳ marialeonn16 you bought them

↳ ingrid_engen they’re still cute though

victoriapelova why can they dance in the rain but i can’t?

↳ kyracooneyx yeah actually this is unfair

lj10 the coolest kids 😎

↳ lucybronze cooler than me?

↳ lj10 just a little bit

Coming back from the sunny Barcelona it was time for Alice’s first football training. James wasn’t really interested in football, only when auntie Lotte was playing. Alice loved to kick a ball around, she needed something to release all her energy.

Leah had been beyond excited to get her to play footie. They picked the shoes out together and bought her training kit. “You like these boots Ali?” Leah asked, picking out the shoes she liked the most. Alice just nodded. She wasn’t really interested in the boots, looking at the poster of one of her aunties in the store. “Look mummy, that’s auntie Lessi!” she pointed at the big poster next to the Adidas boots. “I want the same boots as Lessi!” the little girl insisted.

“Alice, that’s the wrong section. Look over here, you like these pink ones?” Leah said pointing towards the Nike boots. “No mummy! I want Lessi boots.” she stomped.

And that’s how your daughter came home with shiny silver Adidas boots.

Leah drove her to training, standing next to the field and watching your daughter play with other girls her age. Leah would never say it but seeing her little girl play football made her emotional. Alice was happy, making friends and even scoring. “She’s supposed to be a defender.” Leah sighed, hugging you from behind. “She’s an adidas girl and a striker but she plays football.” you said looking at your wife and kissing her on the lips. “You’re right, she’s a footballer.” Leah hummed.

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A/N not my best but i pulled through. I still have writers block though :(

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hihihi

uhm so am i allowed to request again (i don’t wanna spam) 😭😭🙏

and if i am can u pls do a rui x hopeless romantic best friend reader (i’m totally normal about best friends to lovers lmfao)

so like the reader is always yapping about hot guys and it’s a little angsty at first because rui is thinking to himself ‘why did i have to fall inlove with someone that won’t ever choose me’ and then one day a hot guy comes up to reader and asks her out, reader is about to say yes but then she realises that she barely knew him and there was someone (rui) who had been by her side since day one and she figures out who she really loves (RUIII) so she rejects him and when rui asks why she just hugs him and says ‘because your the one i really want’ mwah mwah i feel like such a genius (i really hope this made sense lmao be prepared for a million bestie-> lovers and angst-> fluff rui requests 😼)

thank youyoyoyoyoyuuu!!

hi guys! i’m so so incredibly sorry for how inactive i have been! unfortunately, the fanfic writer curse caught up to me, and i’ve had considerably bad things happen to me! ToT

i had developed a really bad addiction after a recent episode - which may be why i’ve loved to write my characters so miserable, but they get a happy ending in the end - and have recently relapsed after a couple months. i’ve also been struggling with a lot of things, like being bullied again, pressure from theater, classes, autism, parental issues, memory of past trauma, having no friends, things like that. i’ve just been having a really hard time, so writing has been super difficult for me. i’m currently having some of the worst mental health in my life, and am un-recovering from other things i’ve had in the past too, after seeing the results of my recovery. sorry if this triggered anybody, i just needed to get this off my chest, and felt also that i should explain where i have been. you all supporting me has kept me going, and i hope you enjoy this one too! LETS END THE PITY PARTY!!!

in other - not so depressing news - here you guys go!! sorry for OOCness, obviously this is a more dramatic approach to a story! happy ending, j tried to write the inner narration differently for how you two were feeling at the time.. and ty once again for such a great idea, mama ^3^

“I don’t think I could stand to be where you don’t see me.”

If he has to sit here and listen to this one more time, he thinks he’ll go insane.

Rui Kamishiro loves you. He truly does. You’re his best friend, his partner in crime, his-

Never mind.

Rui loves you, but he absolutely HATES your taste in guys, and it’s driving him nuts. Nodding and agreeing can only get him so far before he wants to rip his own hair out, and tonight is no exception.

“I give up! All boys are dumb, I don’t need them!” You lament, resting your chin in your hands. It’s the same song and dance over and over. You swear off boys, you get attention, you get sucked in, and he has to pick up the pieces when it inevitably fails. How many times has he thought about how much better he would treat you now? He doesn’t know. He’d be a classical lover, he’d never speak to you the way those stupid unprincipled high school boys do.

Gross. That’s his best friend, why’d he think that? And when did he start being so self confident? He really outta look at himself in the mirror. What an egomaniac he’s turning out to be.

He shakes his head.

“You do know I’m still a boy, right?” He prods, trying to cheer you up. He knows this situation well, and he knows exactly how to make you feel better. Again he’d pull you out of this, and again he’d watch you fall in love.

He wishes you could be happy. He wishes you weren’t in love with being in love. You’re too pure for true love, love is disgusting, depraved, and unkind. You’re not anything like that.

“I know, I know, but you’re the only good one!” You point, words self-assured. “I don’t need a boyfriend, you do everything boyfriendy for me anyway!”

Ouch. Thanks a lot, that’s exactly what he needed to hear right now. He’s not gonna dwell on that last bit for now, he’ll wait until he’s home. Then he can- he doesn’t know. Cry, or something juvenile like that.

“So I’m back-up-boyfriend?” He masks himself in jest, smiling teasingly at you.

“Eh, maybe,” you snicker, “you’d definitely be cute if you weren’t my friend.”

He turns to his school work sharply, trying to mask his complete and utter despair. Ugh, why does he have to be so dramatic? His own personality makes his skin crawl with disgust and hatred, and that only makes him cringe more. He could think about how obnoxious he is all day. Maybe he should use that go home and cry pass early. He pretends to check the time, as if that isn’t all he’s been doing.

“It’s getting late, after this problem I should get going.” He mutters, scribbling some random numbers into his notebook. You yawn in response, being broken out of absentmindedly scrolling through your phone.

“Ugh, I wish you didn’t have to go!” You drape an arm over his torso, trying to hold him in. He smiles fondly, wrestling to get you off of him.

“I’d have to walk home in the dark then, do you want that?” He knows you’d never let him, and he sees it immediately.

Your face looks knowing, and you let him go right away. It amuses him at first, but quickly fills him with overwhelming pity. You’re so kindhearted it makes him sick. You shouldn’t worry about someone like him, it’s bad for your health.

“Would you like me to walk home with you?!” You shoot up, the idea of him not being safe running through your head. Maybe he should’ve kept his mouth shut. How emasculating! He’s not a helpless young girl! He’s just as manly as those boys who you long for, he’s not a puppy to be walked!

God, is jealously turning him into a bigot? He shakes his head once again, this time not just to clear his thoughts. He’s absolutely not letting you walk him home, it’d be mortifying. He takes your attention belly up, you should have a break. Maybe some time to yourself for a change? God, Rui, get a grip.

“I’m fine, I don’t want you out late by yourself either,” he assures, looking at you in haste.

“Ah. You have a point.”

“I always do.” He means more to that, and he wishes he could tell you. He wants you to see that even he knows what he’s talking about. He needs you to see him, just for once. Not as a best friend, or backup boyfriend, just as a regular one. As a lover who dances in the rain, or ties your shoes

He needs to stop. He shouldn’t think about you like that. It’s lecherous.

You two exchange goodbyes, giving him a long hug (much to his horror). He hates how feverish it is it hold you like this, it makes him feel guilty. His body gets hot, his cheeks flare up, his throat feels tight- it makes him feel like a pervert, even if his thoughts are the farthest thing from lewd.

He feels that everything he thinks about you is repulsive, though.

“Be safe”’s and “See you later”’s are passed between you two, and he walks down your front steps, now completely alone. His eyes scan the damp pavement, seeing the golden hues from the sky light the boring rock. That’s how he feels about you, he decides. You’re the sun, and he’s the pavement. He humors himself by thinking that your suitors are the clouds, stopping you from shining your light for him so he can grow weeds in the cracks of his soul. That’s what these feelings are. Weeds.

He wants to live life beautifully with you, he decides. He wants to tie your shoes, he wants to twirl you as you dance.

He wishes he could be the moon. Something of consequence- of importance, but he’s just the pavement. Not the earth, not the stars, not the clouds, or rain, he’s just a man made monster who destroys nature - you - and is walked over by people who do matter.

He should quit being this way, he grumbles, it doesn’t do anybody any good to be so flowery. He’s too girly- too weak. Maybe that’s why you don’t like him. If you’re willing to date anything that moves other than him, that must mean he’s on a completely new level, huh?

That’s what dreaming gets you, Rui. Crushed dreams and embarrassment.

He lets out a pitiful sigh, kicking a pebble with his shoe. He sees a worm in a lawn which reminds him of himself, he sees a couple shopping for a new game which reminds him of you, he sees a convenience store which reminds him that he’s hungry-

His life can be so mundane sometimes, what a drag.

He’s about to reach his front door, when he steps into a puddle. It feels like an appropriate representation of his life right now. A sense of disgraceful hilarity washes over him, and he begins to laugh. He laughs a while, he laughs as he takes his shoes off, he laughs as he peels his button up down, and he laughs as he lays in his bed. How dramatic he could be some times!

He falls asleep quickly. He has a dream about being on stage and forgetting his lines.

He wakes up with a thud, he fell out of bed. How embarrassing. He decides to check his phone.

Weirdo: RUII

Weirdo: wanna hang w me 2day?? u don’t have dance time right??

Weirdo: gonna kill you. WAKE UP

Me: I’m awake, sorry!

Weirdo: finally sleeping beauty

Weirdo: wanna get a snack? i’m simply starved…

Me: When?

Weirdo: an hr maybe…

Me: Okay :) I’ll tell you when I leave.

Weirdo: kay!!

He really doesn’t feel like being social today, but he’d never pass up an opportunity to see you. He’s an obscene degenerate when it comes to you, pouncing on your attention like a sick dog. It’s mortifyingly pathetic.

He gets dressed, throwing on a boring striped sweater. It’s getting colder outside recently, and he’s always ran cold anyway. His hands are shaky and nervous as he brushes his teeth, the anxiousness to see you making his body jittery. He considers breakfast, but quickly shuts the idea down. He doesn’t want to be stressed out - at least more than he already is - when he sees you. Twitchy hands lock his door, and he gets a few feet away before he double checks that he did, in fact, lock it. Pull yourself together, Rui! He screams at himself.

The walk is just as unexciting as he expected, albeit a bit chilly. He’s feeling thankful for the sweater. The breeze runs its hands through his hair, and he’s reminded that winter is coming. He always liked Autumn flowers the best, hibiscus flowers are pretty too, he supposes. It’s nice to have the warmth of the sun soothing his cold hands during summer, for sure.

He trips over a rock on the way, and his pants get wet on the knees. Khaki blends into an ugly brown, and he sighs. How unlucky, would anything go right for him today?

Turns out it will, you look really good today.

You great him at the door, practically buzzing with eagerness. It makes him smile, knowing that you do, in fact, want to see him. Or at least are acting like it. You’re a good friend to him, he’s lucky to have you.

“Rui!” You hug him as a greeting, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. His heart soothes, eyes closing in relaxation. Problems feel obscure and distant when you two are like this, despite his reluctance last night. He can forget about corrupt feelings - or misguided love- and he can just be your best friend. Despite his apprehension to be cared for, he is flattered that you, at least, seem to like him.

“Hey.” He breaths you in, his voice soft. He hopes you don’t notice, it’s embarrassing.

“Hey!” You reply, pulling away. “Big things planned, Rui!”

“What big things?” He asks, amused. “Big things” for you were junk food and shopping.

“Big things! It’s a surprise!” You put your shoes on, and he can’t help but feel jealous as he watches your hands tie them dutifully. He sighs, stretching. He decides to make it a challenge to act normal the whole day. No weird thoughts are going to beguile his mind, he promises himself.

You lock your front door, twisting the knob to make sure that it did, in fact, lock. This fills him with a child-like sense of delight, maybe you two really were similar.

Nah, not possible. You’re too pure - too perfect. Ugh, Rui, no more stupid thoughts.

He watches you check the time, make a face at a nearby bird, and cover your cheeks with your hands. You suddenly perk up, wrapping your arms around him.

“Warm me up, will ya?” You scowl at the cool air, grip tightening. He gulps. It’s weird he reacts like this, considering you two have done things like this all the time. It’s normal, so why does he have to be such a creep? His arms wrap around yours, running his hands up and down to create heat.

“Should’ve worn a jacket,” he chides, “wouldn’t be cold, y’know?” His voice is so casual, like everything is totally fine. It is fine. Fine, fine, fine.

“Gotta look good. I’m on the hunt, obviously,” you joke. It isn’t funny to him, but he lets out a laugh.

“You’re hopeless.”

You two stop at a convenience store first, and you all but sprint to the drinks. He had this ritual down to a science. You grab two different color slushies, and he grabs whatever odd snack catches your collective stomachs eye today. Today the two of you decide to split a cookie, and walk to the counter. The cashier gives you a smirk, and he averts his eyes.

“This it?” The boy cocks his head, and you get the memo. You immediately jump on the opportunity.

“Mhm!” You wink, resting your chin in your hands while leaning against the counter. In all honestly, he wasn’t even that cute. At least, that’s what Rui kept telling himself.

“Don’t worry about it, than. I got you guys,” he waves you off. Score! You think, but he adds. “If I can get your number.” Rui feels like falling into the floor, how awkward! You just scribble it onto a stray receipt, winking.

“Thank you! You’re the sweetest!!” You singsong, skipping along with Rui following suite. You immediately burst into laughter, throwing a fake punch at Rui. “What a weirdo! Like I’d call him over what, 1000 yen?! I don’t even know him, yuck!”

So you did have some sense, he feels like letting out a sigh of relief. You hold your hands out.

“Which one do you want? I got your favorite!!” You look so proud, and he wants to laugh. His “favorite” isn’t actually his favorite, but he’d never tell you that.

The lie started one day in middle school, when the two of you suddenly had a weird craving for slushies. When you picked them out, you had gotten a red one and a blue one, and asked him what he wanted. While he really didn’t like red, he knew you liked blue, so he said red. Now for the past four years, you’ve always ended up getting him a red one, thinking it was his favorite. He’ll deal with it for you. Seeing your blue tongue stick out with brain freeze is better than any sugary drink anyway.

“Red, duh.” He scoffs playfully, taking a sip of it. The taste doesn’t really bother him all that much anymore. It reminds him of you.

You always let him divide the snacks, thinking he gives himself the bigger half. He never does, but he eats slower so you think he did. You skip along, enjoying it.

“Y’know, this isn’t bad. Wish they had the brownie, though. That never does us wrong.” God, don’t make him think of the ‘crack brownies’ - as you two call them. Those are great, and he likes them, so you never miss an opportunity to shove them down his throat.

“Don’t complain. Remember the egg roll incident?” He points, laughing at the memory. You two steer clear of that section now, having gotten sick.

“Ugh, I haven’t thought about that in a while! I’m never eating an egg roll again after that day! Ugh,” you gag.

Moments of silly memories like this make him feel like he’s known you forever. He can’t even remember a moment where he hasn’t loved you.

“Where’re we going now, commander?” He salutes, following the trail of sunshine you left behind.

“Where ever the wind blows us, kind sir!” You salute back, pushing him along. Your constant checks of your phone don’t go unnoticed by him, and he fights the urge to roll his eyes.

“Who’re you texting? Don’t tell me it’s that guy.” He tries to sound casual, knocking his shoulder against yours playfully.

“‘M not a total idiot, I’ll have you know!” You huff, holding your phone to your chest. “It’s just somebody we went to school with a while back, ‘m seeing if I can pull the moves.”

“Do I know him?”

“Dunno, never saw you two talking, so maybe not. He was in my english class, remember, the only class we didn’t have together?”

“Ah.”

You two walk in silence, except for when he yanks you back from the collar so you don’t walk into oncoming traffic, which amuses you greatly. You two soon arrive at the small mall, and he tails you as you run with excitement. You two browse everything, constantly pointing out cute plushies, or interesting keychains.

“Rui, look! Look!” You shake him, pointing to the back of somebody’s head inconspicuously. “Wait don’t yet- Okay, now! He’s turning around! That’s the guy! What a coincidence we see him here, right? Do you recognize him?”

Ha. Yeah, he knows this guy. He definitely knows him. He’s the one who would trip him during passing periods, he’s the one who left flowers on his desk. They make eye contact, and it’s like all of his growth left his body. He’s just the same freak from middle school, he’s still thirteen.

He shudders at the guys smirk, sensing that he definitely knows that Rui knows him. He jogs over to the two of you, and Rui already knows what’s about to happen, due to the lopsided smile on your face.

Damnit, this is the first time he doesn’t think he can act like it’s okay.

“Oh wow, what a coincidence! Must be fate we run into each other like this, ehe…” You giggle awkwardly, a dumb expression gracing your face. It’s painful seeing you that way for anybody other than him, and he looks away awkwardly.

“Must be.” He answers, swaggering closer towards you. Rui thanks whatever God above because - despite his current situation - at least this asshole didn’t go to highschool with you guys.

He looks down at his shoes, and tries to shuffle away, knowing this jackass is about to say something. He’s quickly stopped.

“Who’s this, huh? Feel like a recognize him from somewhere…” He trails off, smirking through his nose as he turns his attention to him. “Have we met before?”

“This is Kamishiro Rui, he’s my friend! He went to middle school with us, remember?” You happily answer for him.

Ha, friend? What happened to back-up boyfriend? He’s a little hurt, to be honest.

He feels bitter, it’s unbecoming- God, he doesn’t care. He should feel bad for getting so angry over it, it’s not like you belong to him. He’s such a freak, getting attached to you like this.

He starts to pick at his fingers, then he plays with a loose string on his sweater. You two continue to chat like nothings wrong, and he keeps thinking. It’s something he’s gotten good at recently.

He stops feeling bad about himself for a second- a split second where he resents you, and wishes his pain upon you. Wants you to know what it’s like to be so disgustingly, guiltily, revoltingly obsessed with someone. In this split second, he can’t even find it in himself to feel guilty about it, which is unlike him. He wishes you felt love like this, that you were as psychotic about it.

But this doesn’t last long, because he remembers that he loves you more than anything. He’s lucky to be your friend. You’re a great friend, you’re an amazing person, you’re the sun, the sun, the sun.

He’s the pavement, he has to remember.

“I’m- I’ll leave you to it, y’know? Fabric store.” He stutters, choking on his voice. You don’t even notice, waving him off.

You do, however, remember to press his shoulder, uttering an absentminded “Okay, Rui, bye,” and he remembers again how perfect you are for doing it subconsciously. He lets himself feel the touch, long after he’s walked away. He deserves it after the trouble he’s reliving.

When he makes it to the fabric store - which he really didn’t need anything from, Nene had gotten some the other day - he can’t help himself from wishing he could just go home. Malls were always overwhelming already, and now his saving grace has the attention of another man. He walks through aisles, but realizes that he now has to buy something.

‘Least he knows that social cue, he laughs bitterly, running his hands across his face in frustration. He’s so ridiculous.

Meanwhile, you were chatting up a storm. It was your first time talking in person since middle school, after all! You feel giddy for a while, but it cuts abruptly. You feel a strange sense of urgency, something’s missing.

Oh, your best friend.

But where had he gone? You’re sure he was just here. You smile apologetically at the cute boy, putting on your best performance.

“Oh, I better go get my friend now. I don’t like walking home when it’s late. Was nice seein’ you, let’s hang out soon, ‘kay?” You singsong, stepping closer. You want to give yourself a pat on the back, you’re so cute.

He rolls his eyes, and you’re hit with a wave of uneasiness. That noise he made sounds strangely dismissive, he’s not the kind of guy to be a jerk though, you must be hearing things-

“Leave ‘im. Between you and me, he was a total freak in middle school. Probably is now, too. Probably likes you or somethin’, total nutcase.” His voice sounds so casual, like it’s not the douchiest thing you’ve heard all day.

You let other men walk all over you, sure. You let them cheat on you, lie, whatever. But you’re not about to stand here and insult Rui. He’s the only untouched thing in your life - the only person who isn’t cruel. He’s so gangly and awkward, but in the best way. You could live a million times and not be able to deserve him, at least you think so. He’s so unusual, and that’s what you love most about him. Little things like not liking loud lights, or liking the red slushies the best, make your heart buzzy with familiarity. He’s the one constant in your life.

You’ve been awfully worried about him recently, though. His particularly (as you like to call it) has gone to the an extreme, and it’s been a battle getting him to eat real food. You’re not blind, you see the way he’s been spacing out, or tapping a little too much. You just thought he’d been overwhelmed. He worries you to death sometimes, but despite all of his own struggles, he always seems to not care about it, deciding to always be there for you instead. Ah, he’s just such an amazing guy - no, not guy, he’s not anything like those other boys you talk to. He’d never insult someone like that. He’s not just a guy, he’s like your person.

Yeah, he’s definitely your person.

Your heart sputters at the thought, and you feel something you’ve never really felt before - save for hugs between the two of you that lasted just a second too long, or words a little too romantic. The feeling makes your mind fuzzy, and your heart hurt terribly with something you could only place as homesickness.

Oh.

“I,” you begin, backing away. “Yeah, I’m sorry but I’ll really be going now-“

“What? C’mon I was just messing with you, even though having guy friend’s kinda weird.” He rolls his eyes.

“Yeah whatever, I’ll call you back,” you say dismissively.

You’re totally lying, you laugh, you’re not calling him back.

He didn’t seem to like that.

“Damn, can’t even joke around with you people. Whatever, weirdo, sorry I insulted your little boyfriend.” The change in tone amuses you.

Yeah, good riddance, pal.

You turn away, walking through the mall with pace. It takes a while, but you spot him watching a pet stores aquarium.

He’s a funny one.

You wave your hands, trying to get his attention. He swallows, knowing that it’s probably to ask him if it’s cool to walk home by himself. Emotions are stupid, and ironically, you both think that at the same time.

“Rui! Rui! Hey c’mon, let’s go home, yeah?” You smile, face feeling warm. It’s a different feeling from when you usually talk to him. He looks at you, a little shocked. He had assumed you were smiling wide because you set up a date, so he turns his head.

“Where is he, huh?” He looks away, back to the fish tank. You shift in place, was he mad at you? You’re a little irritated at the mention of the guy, though, and huff.

“Don’t worry about that. Seems like I only attract douchebags, so I decided to go.” You explain, poking his shoulder. “Hey,” you start, “let’s just walk home, I wanna talk to you about something.” The idea makes you feel dizzy, but you’ll have to illustrate your feelings one day.

You can leave out the “I think I’m in love with you” part, you think.

The two of you walk in an excruciating silence, staring down at the reflection of the setting sun in the puddles. His heart tightens, remembering his earlier comparison. Even now, you’re so perfect. Even if he’s frustrated with you - despite you turning down the guy in the end (he doesn’t know why, he wanted to ask) - even if he’s ready to scream, and cry, and ask you what it is he did for you to be so turned off by him, he still thinks you’re the most heavenly, divine person to ever grace his view. He wants to be where you see him, he wants to be in your orbit.

“You’re like the sun-“ He blurts out, immediately regretting it. He didn’t mean to say that, God, he’s so fucking stupid. He sees you stop walking, smiling that same stupid, dopey, lopsided smile that he’s always so jealous of-

Oh. It’s for him.

He chokes, stopping to meet you eye-to-eye. You look up at him too, laughing giddily.

“What does that mean?”

He sputters, stepping away. “N-no it’s nothing- It was stupid anyway so-“

“No, tell me!” You urge, laughing a little harder. “What if it was something bad, ‘nd you were making fun of me? That’s not nice, Rui!”

“I- Hey-“ His voice goes a touch higher, a defensive tone rising. “That’s not-“

“Then tell me.”

“It’s just,” he breaths, trying to word it in the least creepy way possible. How does convey the fact that he sees you as a divine presence, that he sees himself as a worthless creature compared to you, without sounding like he’s hopelessly possessed by love for you? “I just- you’re so amazing,” he starts, “I thought of this stupid thing the other day when I was walking home - you know how I am - and well, I just thought of you when the sun reflected off the pavement - since it rained, y’know? - and well, it just- Sorry, it was dumb-“ He rambles, covering his face in anguish.

Nobody’s ever put that much thought into you. Sure, you’ve received a few ‘You’re so gorgeous’’s, where you’ve had to wonder where they learnt such a “big word”, but never something as poetic as that. The usual Rui-ratic explanation endeared you to him even more. You look at him, the smile never leaving. He’s just… so Rui. His stupid striped sweater, his half up hair - that you’d begged him to grow out - his eyes, whatever. Everything about him you treasure, and little do you know he cherished you even that more intensely.

“I think you’re the moon, Rui. Or maybe the earth, since I take care of you, hah!” You snicker, stepping closer to him. He takes a step back in return, and you grab his hands to make him stay put. His heart throbs, and he almost goes crashing down.

“I.. I don’t-“

You yank his hands, making him look back up at you. “Hey, Rui, I,” you look at him assuringly, “I wanna say something, and you can’t laugh okay?”

He holds his breath, so do you.

Fuck it, just tell him.

“I think I’m in love with you, Rui.” You gaze at him, the words shooting out faster than you can second guess them.

“I don’t-“ He breaks away, his fists balling up. You messed up, you think, you really, really messed up. “I’m not- I’m not going to- You can’t just say that because you got rejected. I- It wouldn’t be nice to- You don’t love me-“

“Rui,” you beg, grabbing his arm again, “holding hands on the way to school, cuddling while doing homework, knowing everything about eachother, these aren’t-“ You breath, “I’ve wanted somebody to love me for so long, Rui, and I was so blind to the fact that I was loved. But the love that I felt for you, - that I feel for you - Rui, isn’t the kind where I can be- where I can just be so- so normal about those things!” You monologue, saying whatever’s on your mind. You’re the rambling one now.

“I found myself comparing you to these piece-of-garbage dude’s I’m always with, wishing I could just date somebody like you instead! But now I realize that it is you-“

His heart falls into his gut, and he breaks free from you again. His hands move to his face, covering his eyes. His voice is broken and cracky as he begins to cry. “That was- you-“ He pulls you into a desperate embrace, arms holding you like you’ll disappear. “You shouldn’t, you’re wrong.” He sobs, “I’m- the way I love you is- You don’t understand, the way I feel isn’t normal I- My love is disgusting, and horrible, and depraved-“ He shakes, you rub his back. “You are so perfect compared to me, I’d never be able to- I love you so much, more than friends are supposed to, more than anyone’s supposed to at our age-“

“Rui, hey Rui please don’t cry.” You beg, smoothing out the ridges in his sweater. “I don’t- I don’t agree with that, and I can scream that at you, but I’m sure you won’t believe me. You’re not disgusting for feeling emotions different, Rui that’s what I love about you.”

“Stop- stop saying my name like that. It’s too hard to-“

“Rui, I love you. You don’t need to accept it, but I love you. More than being in love, more than being loved-“

“I love you, too,” his voice cracks, “that’s why I’m so scared. I don’t want to ruin a friendship that’s all I have, if this is just- I’m scared I’d lose you in any way, and I can’t live in a world where you don’t see me. I won’t. It’s sounds horrible but-“ He stops as you pull away from the hug, and wipes his face hastily. You put your pinky out, and his stomach drops again.

“C’mon, just like when we were kids. Pinky promise that no matter what, we’ll always see each other. That way you don’t need to worry anymore, y’know? I never break my kissy pinky promises, ever.”

Just like when you two were little.

He locks his with yours, just like you taught him all those years ago. He remembers your shared handshake for theater, he remembers your shared handshake for testing, and he remembers the song you two had to duet for choir - when you have forced him into it for a year. He holds everything of you so dear to his heart, you endear everything about him to you as well.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“I see you.”

“I see you, too.”

You two kiss your hands, then bring them down, still interlinked. You stare at him, and he stares back at you. In a moment of profound sincerity, you lean forward, and kiss him. It’s slow and gentle, and you unlock your hands half way through to hold his face, which he mirrors. His heart settles for the first time. You see him. He’s your moon, your earth, you’re his sun, his stars.

He’s suddenly alarmed by a quick pushing off of him, gasping out a “Rui!”

“I-“ he pants, wiping his mouth. “Hm?”

“we’re in the middle of a park!”

[greynatomy]

i saw mummy…

mary earps x reader

quick little thing

———

It’s was the night of Christmas Eve. Hazel laid in bed, trying to fall asleep so Christmas would come quicker when she heard something. Something that sounded like it came from downstairs.

Cautiously, she gets out of bed, in her reindeer pajamas, and quietly opens her bedroom door. Tiptoeing down the stairs, she pauses when the steps creak, closing her eyes shut, hoping that doesn’t wake anyone up.

After taking a deep breath, Hazel continues her way down the stairs, stopping just before the bottom and hiding behind the wall. Peaking out from behind the wall, she couldn’t believe what, or rather who she was seeing.

Santa Claus was putting presents under the Christmas tree!

Hazel’s face lit up, but stayed quiet so Santa doesn’t find out she’s not actually sleeping. Once he was done, he grabbed the cookies she left out for him and ate them all, drinking all the milk as well.

Another thing that surprised her was that her Mummy comes walking out of the kitchen towards Santa.

“Mummy knows Santa?” She asked herself.

She peaks her head out more, seeing her mummy go up on her tippy toes and gives Santa a big ol’ kiss on the lips. Eyes wide and jaw dropped, Hazel quickly, but quietly, walks back up into her room, tucking herself in bed.

Downstairs, you hear the sound of a door closing, or so you thought.

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Mary asks, her face tucked into your neck, depositing kisses wherever she could.

You let out a sigh, stretching your neck out more. “Probably nothing.”

“Mmhm. Why don’t we take this upstairs?”

“Well, come on Santa.”

Mary grabs you by the back of your thighs to haul you up, taking you into the bedroom.

The next morning, you wake up to a small body jumping up on the bed.

“Wake up! It’s Christmas!”

You were glad you and your wife made a habit of dressing after sex. You weren’t ready for that conversation yet.

After some time, the three of you make it to the kitchen, eating the breakfast you prepared.

“Mama?”

Mary looks towards your daughter, who has her head tilted in question.

“Yeah, honey?”

“Did you know Mummy knows Santa.”

“What do you mean?”

You and Mary were now confused.

“Well, I saw Mummy kissing Santa last night.”

Both of your jaws dropped. “Why were you kissing him Mummy?”

“Yeah, Mummy. Why’d you kiss Santa last night?” Your wife asks, giving you a smirk.

“Well, uh, I just wanted to thank him for bringing all those presents for-for you.”

You look at your daughter, who looks deep in thought.

“Oh, okay.” She replies, going back to eating, making you release the breath you were holding.

Your wife walks up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist. She leans her head down next to you, lips by your ear.

“Think Santa could get another kiss?”

“Mary!”

[iluvapplesxh]

⧽⧽Beat It!⧼⧼

summary: Just a relaxing afternoon with your girlfriend, ice cream and coffee.

warnings: my writing, english is not my first language

A/N:I honestly just put words after words and...voilà.

“Ooh, I like that” You nod softly to the beat, the wire of the white JBL headphones, which were on your head, wrapped around your index finger.

Billie gazes at you from next to you, legs crossed over-on-top of each other, hands resting on her legs. “Yeah?”

“Mhm” 

Billie’s face lights up with a grin, her eyes taking in your relaxed form in her T-shirt and a pair of shorts. She bites her lip softly before reaching over and stopping the audio recording. 

“Ahw, why’d you stop it?” You huff, pushing the headphones off of your head, letting them rest softly around your neck. You turn your head to look at your girlfriend with furrowed eyebrows.

She chuckles softly and shakes her head, stretching her legs while leaning back in the chair. “Calm down, mamas. Let’s take a break, hm? We’ve been in this studio for hours and the A/C’s shit” 

You roll your eyes and sigh. “Okay, fine. What do you want to do, then?” You reach up slowly, grabbing the white headphones and pulling them off from around your neck, placing them on the black marble table in front of you, stuffed with electronics and mixing tools Finneas uses and you don’t even know the names of.

Billie sends you a smirk before standing. “Hm, I don’t know. My legs are sore” You roll your eyes.

“Oh, I’m not going for a walk with you, before you ask” Bille pouts and walks in front of you.

“Please?”

“Nope” You shake your head side to side, popping the ‘p’ softly, looking up at her, immediately lost in her darkened blue seas. “Don’t give me that look”  You groan as you throw your head back against the head of the chair, hands covering your face.

Billie grins, white teeth flashing as the bright sunlight filtered through the window. She leans forward, hands on your thighs. “Come on, baby. You always give me what I want” 

You drop your hands from your face and look up at her. “That is so not true” You shake your head as you straighten up, eyes lingering on the way Billie’s hands rest on your thighs.

“OH, please, we both know I’m right” She smirks, hooded eyes studying over your face hypnotizingly.

You bite the inside of your cheek, sighing. “No. No walking. You have a dog for a reason.” You nod towards the couch by the wall to your right, Shark napping on its brown cushions soundly.

Billie hums and pulls her hands away, instead crossing them over her chest. “Wow, that is really low of you. Making me wake up Shark for your own filthy pleasure”  She tsks, shaking her head disapprovingly.

You squint your eyes at her. “Is that…” You pause as your eyes widen and your eyebrows rise to the roof of the Scotch Mist painted studio. “Are you guilt-tripping me, Bills?” 

Bille lets out a loud gasp, hand flying to her chest. “What? How dare you assume-” You scoff and stand up, standing face-to face with your bandana wearing girlfriend.

“You” You gently poke her chest with your finger as you glare at her. “Are unbearable” 

She grins smugly, grabbing your finger with her hand, bringing it down before interlocking your fingers with hers. “You love it, ma.” You gaze down at your hands, a smile tugging on your lips, making you break your angry act as Billie is still grinning at you. “So…” She trails off, looking out the window. “Walk?” 

You sigh, swinging you and Billie’s hands back and forth between your bodies. “Just let me look over some of your other songs, pleasee” You whine out, looking at her with puppy eyes.

“Nooo, that’s Finneas’ job” Billie shakes her head, letting out a deep breath as she looks into your eyes. “Come on, I’ll buy you a coffee or ice cream on the way”

A grin appears on your face and you nod immediately. “Yeah, okay, let me just grab my phone and we can go” You step only a meter away, picking up your phone from the empty chair. Billie watches your reaction with an amused smile, her eyes twinkling with adoreance and endearment as her hand squeezes yours gently.

“Ready, baby?” Billie asks when you turn back to face her, smile widening when you nod your head. “Okay, let’s go” She throws her free hand up in the air, leading you towards the door. 

A minute later, the two of you are walking on the dangerous streets of L.A., hand in hand as you make casual conversation. 

“So, Pirate,” You look at her, wiggling your eyebrows as her third name rolls off your tongue teasingly. You hear her groan, free hand holding the top of her hat when a strong summer ‘breeze’ catches onto it. You smirk and continue speaking. “I was thinking, maybe we could get coffee and ice cream. I know a good place” 

Billie sighs, looking at you with an un-amused expression. “I don’t like when you ‘know places’” 

You gasp in an over exaggerated way, your free hand slapping her shoulder. “What is that supposed to mean? I know good places, just for your information” 

“Mhm” Billie hum as she looks away from you, watching a speeding car go by the two of you, 3 police cars speeding right after it. “Mm, this city will never get boring”

You look after the cars, shaking your head. “That is for sure.” You click your tongue, hand squeezing Billie’s.

You and Billie did eventually get both ice cream and coffee. Honestly, it didn’t take too much effort for you to beg her, she gave in after an exaggerated ‘pleaseeeee’.

Now, you’re back in the studio, Shark now wide awake and sitting in one of the chairs, and the two of you on the brown couch. Billie is sitting down, legs spread with your head in her lap as your legs hang off of the armrest of the couch, swinging occasionally. 

You feel Billie’s fingers threading through your hair gently, making you relax. You can also hear her hum one of her new songs under her breath as she looks down at you, eyes filled with adoration, a soft smile playing on her lips as she nods when you ask her if she’s listening to your rambling.

You soon realize, she wasn’t, when you ask her if she knew that dogs have four legs and she shook her head at you. You sit up and hear her huff softly at the loss of contact. “Why are you not listening?” You frown as you glare at her.

Billie bites back a smile at your pout, hand reaching out to touch your shoulder. “Sorry, sorry, baby. I’m listening” She murmurs, voice soft and silky and just as raspy and low, her hand pulling you back down on her legs.

You huff again, sighing softly before clearing your throat. “So, as I was saying, I was in the kitchen…” 

[avada-kedavra-bitch-187-films]

Bridgerton Season 3 part 1

Episodes 1-4

Spoilers

I love how it went from #8 (top 10 tc shows in the U.S today) to number 1 in a matter of hours

- Sign language!!

- I need more Kate and Anthony

- Francesca is beautiful

- Kate has gotten so much prettier i dont know how but she did like i love the outfits

- I love the emerald green dress on Penelope it fits her perfectly

- She lifts your spirits but u wouldn't court her Tf (Colin)

- He saying everything u would say to someone u are courting (Colin)

- Oh shit he is pissed omg l'm so anxious pls don't get mad at pen (Colin)

- Man he is a hoe now (Colin)

- She mentioned his eyes and homeboy didn't know what to do

- BTS song!!!!

- Ahhhh the kisssssssssss

- Man if this is a dream I’ll die (Colin and Penelope having a great kiss)

- Omg he dreaming about her(Colin)

- No Benedict he isn’t alright he had a sex dream😂

- Who is this uninvited guest

- Man Philippa and finch have no idea what is happening in the world

- That baby(Colin) stumbling his words

- Yea u wish for her happiness with u not anyone else(Colin)

- The hot air balloon scene😍

- Ain’t no one care about u debling Colin had it u ain’t have to do nothing

- The songs are ❤️

- Get it Mama bridgerton

- Brother!!???

- Home girl seductive to Benedict *applause*

- I’m so happy for Mr & Mrs. Mondrich

- Colin heartbeat looking at pen❤️

- “I hope she is as well” mama bridgerton was talking about u Colin

- Damn debling why’d u have to interrupt

- Bs Colin u know u was asking about Penelope

- No one chooses the queens choose

- They are just sitting there in silence

- He worked for that club he shouldn’t have to give it away

- Debling do not ask for her hand

- U hoe (Colin)

- Francesca and kilmartin (however u spell it)

- Omg he gave her a music sheet

- I kinda hope Cressida finds someone

- Is mama bridgerton gonna have 2 love matches

- The fact that he realized she sits at the window looking for Colin

- Colin running after the carriage ❤️

- What if i did have feelings for u (ahhhhhhhh)

- Carriage sex ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

- Well almost sex

- could the driver not keep going😂

- Are you going to marry me or not

- Whatttttt

- The fuck that’s how they end this bitch

[chrisgetsmewetter]

Mile high club

Pairing: Bratty!Black!fem x Dom!chris

Summary: you and chris are in a private plane section together, what’s gonna happen when everyone on the plane is sleeping and it’s just you two?

Warnings: Dirty talk, Overstimulation, sex obvi, oral, p in v, pet names (mama, ma, baby)

word count: 5.6k

authors note: i hope u guys like this one😝 i had a fun time writing it and i think y’all will like it toooo. enjoy you lil freaky frogs

you and Chris have been together for over a year, which is crazy because of how much commitment issues he said he had.

you’ve gone public recently and most people have given you a ton of loves so now your youtube channel of 7.3mil has went up to 9mil.

because of this you and the triplets had the idea to go on a combined tour which sold out immediately. now you guys are in the airport going to the next city.

“okay ma’am step here” the security guard gets the metal detector and goes down my body slowly. then you look at chris nervously as they get down to my boobs

“BEEP BEEP BEEP!!” chris bursts out laughing and can’t even stand up straight so he leans on matt who chuckles but hides it

“um ma’am..” the security guard looks at me awkwardly

“oh sorry i have piercings..” the security guard widens his eyes and nods then continues scanning my body.

you notice chris staring at your ass as you impatiently wait for the security guard to be done

just when he finishes scanning the triplets you push chris by his arm “chris why’d you laugh at me” you pout as he laughed even harder.

“passengers on private flight 2834 to Chicago start boarding now” you and nick start jumping up and down excited to get on the plane “i can’t believe we got a private planeee i’m so excitedddd”

“I CALL SHARING WITH MY GIRLFRIEND” chris yells. you slap his arm for being so loud since it’s nighttime.

nick rolls his eyes and groans already walking towards the plane then matt grabs your small suitcase that chris nor you couldn’t carry

he looks at nick and frowns jokingly “so u don’t wanna sit with me nick” matt says in his baby voice

“no actually. i want to sit by my best friend but chris’ crusty bitchass won’t let me, i know it”

you see chris stick his tongue out at nick while smacking your ass “chris stop acting like a child” you say

“your ass just looks so good in those shorts ma i can’t help it” chris whispers in your ear and you can’t help to smile but also low key squeeze your thighs together

*

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- heyy bae how’s the flighttt?

little troll😻🧌- hii madii the pilot said we just took off and aren’t expected any turbulence, so me and chris are abt to watch a movie

little troll😻🧌- nick n matt are already sleep even tho we jus got on😔🤦🏾‍♀️

Madi w that fattyyy- i wish i could’ve cameee, what time is it where u are??

little troll😻🧌- it’s 11:25 at night girl we’re still in LA😭

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- oh..

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- wait. so u and chris in a private plane at night with evb sleep😧

little troll😻🧌- yes..🌚

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- y’all r abt to join the mile high club😰

little troll😻🧌- no.. we’re not madi😡

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- yea okay..

read 11:28

*

“what movie mama” chris takes your phone and throws it on the other side of him

“ooo let’s watch adventures in babysitting” you start to get excited and pull the blanket over yourself

“newer or older?” chris says smirking already putting on the older one

“noo the newer one is better why are we watching the old one”

“because we’re not gonna watch the movie” chris turns the volume up a little and takes his shirt off

“chris not in the plane !!” you whisper yell then look to see if anybody might’ve woke up

he takes advantage of you not paying attention and slowly slips your shorts off

“my god chris calm down” u see him slide under the blanket and pull your panties off

“we won’t have a lot of time to do this on tour so let’s take advantage of it.“ he looks up at you with low eyes “can i?”

as soon as you nod your head he slowly puts his long finger in your pussy.

“fuck mama ur so wet for me” he twists his finger and spits on your pussy and starts slurping it

“fuck chris oh my god” you whisper yell then chris slaps his hand over your mouth “we can’t do this on a plane !!” you squirm

“be quiet or i’m gonna stop” chris sternly looks at you and continues doing the fingering/eating combo.

he starts licking it and fingering you at an unbelievable pace then as he’s doing that chris licks up from your stomach then stops at your lips to kiss you

he starts to suck on your sweet spot right under your ear and then he feels your breathing slowly speed up and he fingers you even faster

your confused on how he’s doing it this fast but you enjoy it

“chris i’m gonna cum” you say as you feel your high coming up “yea baby cum for me” right as he said that you cum hard right on his fingers

then without giving you time to recover chris pulls his sweats taking his boxers off with them and strokes his dick and pushes it in your pussy without any hesitation

“fuck~ chris wait a sec- oh my god” you try to push his arms away but he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head

“you thought you were going a slut and wear those shorts then walk in front of me the whole day huh mama?”

you moan when you hear this, remembering that u indeed did intend to tease chris when you put them on

he smirks as he pounds into you not making as much noise as one would think “are you gonna be a good girl and give me words?”

you shake your head knowing exactly what you’re doing and what’s gonna happen. chris bites his lip and nods “well i guess i’m gonna have to treat you like the slut you are”

“turn around” his eyes are darker then ever so you comply. chris lays down, put props himself up and forcefully grabs your hair and shoved his dick down your throat

you started to lick his tip then spit on his dick making it easier to get in your mouth. you took his full length but gagged a bit.

you hear chris moan a bit as you felt his cock hit the back of your throat.

you loved every second of seeing his groan and shake because you usually have to force his submissive side to come out.

"Fuck I'm going to cum mama" chris said as he grabbed your hair. you felt his dick twitch a bit and his cum shot into the back of your throat as you swallowed it all

“fuck baby you’re such a good girl” chris wipes some saliva off of your lips and kisses you “you want me to get you some water?”

“yes please” you nod and chris helps you slide your shorts and t-shirt on.

—

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- y’all are nasty i just know it

little troll😻🧌- uhh🌚

Madi w that fattyyy😝🍑- disgusting🤦🏻‍♀️

[tsireyasluvr]

Everything I am

Lo’ak x Fem Omatikaya!Reader

Authors note: this is porn with very little plot but at the same time it’s centred around the plot..? kinda like background noise? i don’t know but enjoy<3

Summary: Lo’ak had to leave home, which meant he had to leave you.

Warnings: Nsfw, minors dni!!, 18+, Aged up!characters, aged up! Lo’ak, angst, smut, fingering, p in v, crying, lowkey no happy ending sorry guys ☹️, making out, lmk if i missed anything

He had always swept you off your feet, the clans troublemaker knows exactly how to chase a thrill and knock the wind right out of your lungs. In fact, he did it better than anyone else. No one had quite the effect he had on you, making you so reactive to everything that has to do with him.

Your cunt fluttered around his fingers as you came around the digits, your walls clenching so tight around only two of his fingers it made it harder for him to move his hand at all. Lo’ak groans deeply, nose pressed to the crook of your neck as he took in your scent “fuck, i’m gonna miss this so fuckin much, mama”

and just like that, you felt your stomach drop again. the moment of bliss was so short lived.

why’d he have to say that? you were already so torn up about it. instantly you felt the tears well up again, your hands coming up to tangle in his braids, almost like reassuring yourself that he was right there as you kept him pressed to your chest. “don’t say that” you whisper, voice a little shaky as you feel the tears start to pour again.

Lo’ak instantly pulled back, frowning at the sight of your tears as he softly withdrew his hand from between your legs, opting to wrap it around your hip and bringing the other to cradle your face. He wiped away the tears with his thumb as he looked into your eyes, feeling so much guilt for even just mentioning it again “Don’t cry, baby. I promise i’ll be back, i love you too much to ever stay away for long, you know that”

And yet you couldn’t help but let out a sob, your lip quivering as you held onto his wrist, your hands soft despite the firm grip you had. “please don’t go”

His insides hurt from the sight of you, from the sound of your shaky pleading. he couldn’t wrap his head around how much he mattered to you, and yet, that’s exactly how he felt about you. He didn’t know how to make this better.

His hands trembled as they held onto you, both resting against your cheeks now. “i don’t want to, mama. please believe me” He said softly, struggling to keep his emotions at bay as his voice cracked a little.

You tilted your chin up, tears still streaking down your cheeks and onto his palms as you pressed your lips to his. “please” You whispered, eyes squeezed shut as you willed for your body to stop shaking “please, Lolo.” You plead between kisses, knowing that no matter what you said, he wasn’t the one that got to make that decision.

He just groans as he returns your kisses, his hands moving up and down your body to gently caress and soothe you. “Fuck, mama, please don’t cry” He murmured against your lips, “i don’t want to see you like this”

but wasn’t it his fault?

Now you were feeling guilty for even thinking that. But it’s so hard not to blame him. He wasn’t responsible for the RDA returning. He wasn’t the one that made the decision for the Sully’s to flee. It’s not his fault that his father, and family was being hunted. This was a conflict created since before he was born. And yet, it still felt like he was the one making the choice to leave you.

“i’m sorry” you whimper, unable to control your crying. But you tried. It wasn’t fair to him.

His hands continued moving down your body, palming and squeezing at your flesh, both in comfort for him and you. “Just.. just let me make you feel good, okay?” He mutters against your lips

“Lo’ak-“ You breathe out, but he cuts you off with a deep, desperate kiss, tongue slowing slipping into your mouth. He pressed his body to yours, hand drifting up to your breast, squeezing every bit of flesh in his wake before murmuring “come on, mama. let me make this better, yeah?”

How could you deny him anything?

You only nod at that, cheeks still wet with tears. Lo’ak smiled down softly at you, simply reaching up to wipe them away again, like he always has. “Thats my perfect girl”

He laid you back, crawling over you while still cupping your cheek with one hand. You held onto it, turning your face to press kisses to his fingertips and palm, not seeing how every touch of your lips made him melt like putty at your feet. Lo’aks eyes fill with love and desire as he watches you, his cock hardening at how needy you looked for him.

He gently pulled his hand away, leaning down to kiss your lips again, snaking his touch down to between your legs again before you caught his wrist. Pulling back from the kiss, you look into his eyes “I just want you, lo’ak.”

He swallows thickly at that, about to respond before you softly nudge him to lay back against the hammock. he wordlessly follows your every request, palms coming up to rest on your hips when you sit on his lap. You look down at him, taking in all his features. He really was beautiful, your handsome mate.

His amber eyes watched you, pupils blown from excitement. His braids loose from the ponytail, splayed out beneath him like a halo. His blue chest heaving, decorated in the jagged stripes with the pretty tanhi’s littering his body, trailing down and past his V-line. Fuck he was so pretty, how could anyone see him differently?

Despite how he may deem himself, outcast or not, he was always perfect in your eyes, no matter what. You wanted to have his features memorized forever, burned into your memory.

Lo’ak squeezed your hips again, sitting up as he slid a hand up your back and to your neck, gripping it from behind. “i’m right here, mama.” He says, almost like he could read your thoughts.

Not for long, though. you wanted to tell him. But you kept quiet, only nodding. “i know” you whisper, looking at him with your pretty green eyes, making him weak as always. He lifted your hips gently, leaning in to kiss your lips as he slowly sunk into your heat, both of you shuddering instantly when he bottomed out. “fuck, i love you so much, pretty girl” he moans against your mouth

you whimper at the stretch, hand tightly grasping his shoulder and the other holding onto his braids, subconsciously tugging on it from the pain and pleasure of it all. He hissed at the feeling, hands digging into your soft and squishy flesh while pulling back a little to look at you, taking in your pretty expressions.

He began thrusting into you, getting deeper with every stroke, shushing your whimpers with sweet nothings spoke into your ear before coming in to kiss you again, hand sinking into your hair to hold you closer.

you just moan, his slow and sloppy kisses distracting you from the painful stretch as he reached down to play with your clit until you felt nothing but pleasure. your stomach filled with butterflies, whining into the kiss as he rubbed the gentle circles into your nub.

Sex with Lo’ak is rarely ever slow. Not that he’s not a romantic, but he knows what makes you both feel good, and usually it’s a lot more rough than this. But something about how he was right now, slow and deep like he was trying to memorize every inch of you even from within was making you feel like you would fall apart at any moment.

His tongue slides against your own, curling around it while hungrily devouring your lips as he thrusts deeper into you, tip of his cock rubbing against your sweet spot over and over again. something about this angle, being sat in his lap with his arms cradling you edged you on harder than you thought it would. You felt taken care of, protected, loved. Cherished.

You didn’t want to let him go.

You let out a sob, pulling away to pant softly against his lips. His brows instantly furrowed in concern, hand brushing away stray hairs from your face. “baby?” He asks softly, eyes searching yours.

“Just feels so good” you whimper, and it wasn’t entirely a lie. You looked into his eyes, looking at him with so much pure love and adoration but also longing, hurt from knowing how much it’ll kill you when he leaves.

Lo’ak groans, his hips slamming against yours as he picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster into you. His hand pulls lightly on your hair, forcing your head back so he could kiss along your jawline and down to your neck, licking and sucking at your flesh.

Every lick of his tongue sent jolts of pleasure straight to your dripping cunt, making you writhe in his arms, so desperate for that release. He could tell you were close, just like you could tell he was too from the way his cock kept twitching inside you.

You suddenly felt his teeth biting down on your skin, fangs grazing the crook of your neck in an effort to mark you as his, continuing to fuck into you with all of his strength. you can’t help but cry out, the sting of the bite painful but at least you knew when he would be gone tomorrow morning, his mark would be a bittersweet reminder of where he truly belonged.

Lo’ak growls, the vibrations against your neck sending shivers up your spine. “Mama, i’m gonna cum, need you to cum with me, please” He groans, thumb back to your clit, rubbing the tight circles with practiced ease. He knew your body better than his own at this point.

you nod your head feverishly, knowing you would burst at any moment, the coil inside your tummy getting tighter and tighter. “Lo’ak” you mewl, brows furrowed together in pleasure and cheeks flushed from how good it felt, clenching around him tightly. He let out a whimper, burying his face in your neck as his hips stuttered before he thrust as deep as he could, shooting hot, thick ropes of cum inside you.

That triggered your own release, making you moan in his ear with your back arched, nails digging into your skin as he shushed you with soft kisses and praises. “I love you, I love you so fucking much mama, my perfect girl”

Lo’ak holds you close to his body, not making any move to pull out of you as you rest your head on his shoulder, body curled into his. Eventually he lays you both back, your head to his chest while he runs his hand over your back soothingly, tracing patterns onto your skin while trying to desperately ignore what tomorrow would bring.

Until neither of you could, and it was time to say goodbye.

[taurasiscntybun]

Best way to wake up

- 18 plus minors DNI

- DT x Fem reader (no y/n)

- warnings, somnophilia, oral (receiving), rough sex, adult language, graphic descriptions of sex, sub/dom, strap on, praise/degradation, fluff and smut

-Based on this request https://www.tumblr.com/taurasiscntybun/766250094254243840/babe-sub-dt-aftercare-burnt-food-you-know-what-im

- 2,400 words

The early rays of sunlight streamed through the partially open curtains as you awoke from what you thought was a strange and pleasant dream. You heard a rustling noise from under the covers, and your eyes shot open.

”Dee, what are you doing?!” You gasp and lurch forward to sit up.

”Took you long enough to wake up, you think it was a wet dream or something?” She teased from under the covers and kissed the inside of your thigh.

“I uh well maybe.” You throw the covers back to reveal your girlfriend between your legs. She glances up at you with her bright smile, her hair a mess and the bottom half of her face already wet from you.

“Why’d ya pull the covers back? I'm cold now.” Diana emphasized her point by blowing a breath onto your pussy; and you fight back a moan. She braces herself with one hand and uses the other to pull the covers back over her and your lower half.

“Now shut up and let me get back to my breakfast baby.” She maneuvers your legs over her shoulders and licks a strip up your slick cunt.

“Fuck, Diana, good morning I guess.” You gasp, and can’t help but to squeeze your thighs around her. She doesn’t respond verbally but instead flicks her tongue over your clit, circling the bundle of nerves gently. Your hips buck as you search for more contact, now that you know you aren’t dreaming you want more and she’s being a tease. She licks and sucks from your clit down to your entrance and swirls her tongue around a few times before thrusting it in. Diana laps at you hungrily, her perfect nose bumping your clit with every movement; she knows exactly what your body wants and has an uncanny way of making you fall apart quickly.

“More Dee, please I need more, dont be a tease.” You moan and try to grind your hips but her strong hands pin them down and she angles your lower half up more, giving her more access.

“Such a needy little thing this morning.” She says against your cunt, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine. Diana latches her mouth around your needy hole, she sucks harshly, the vulgar noise mixing with your whines to echo in the large bedroom.

“Diana I need more I need you please.” You whimper and feel her smile. She trails open mouth kisses back up to your clit then speaks,

“Mhmm I know just what you need mama.” Diana crawls up your body kisses you sloppily, for a moment your embarrassed by your morning breath but soon the taste of your own arousal floods your tastebuds. She rolls off you and stands up, her naked form highlighted by the gentle sunlight. She stretches, muscles rippling languidly under her freckled skin. You watch her closely, squirming and rubbing your thighs together desperate for more friction. She walks across the room to the dresser and riffles through the top drawer for a moment before pulling out the ever familiar strap on or better known as her cock. She gives you a knowing grin and works to secure it around her hips. You fling the covers off, wide awake now and half trembling in need. Diana’s already gotten you sufficiently wet and ready, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Im gonna fucking fill up that perfect pussy.” She groans and strides across the room back to the bed, her long legs eating up the distance quickly. She grabs your legs and yanks you to the end of the bed, holding your legs bent in the air, baring all of you to her.

“Fuck please Diana.” You beg and she smacks your thigh in reply.

”You’ll take what I give you baby, when I want you to cum on my cock you will.” Diana lines up with your entrance and slowly pushes in, filling you inch by inch. You groan as she pushes in, the thick strap stretching you deliciously.

“You’re always so tight for me babygirl.” Diana leans over you and grunts as she snaps her hip flush against you.

”Oh god Dee yes fuck” You moan and lock your ankles behind her waist, pulling her closer and the strap deeper. She braces her arms on either side of your head and sets a punishing rhythm with her hips, rolling them slightly with her thrusts to make sure she touched every inch of your inner walls. Her heavy breathing and grunts hot against the shell of your ear.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this baby, pretty perfect girl taking my cock.” She punctuates each word with a thrust of her hips. You whimper and tangle your hands in her curls, her words and the sensation of her inside overwhelming.

“More Diana.” You beg greedily and she lifts off of you and pulls out.

”Flip over then, if you’re gonna act like a slut I’m gonna treat you like one, get on your fucking knees.” Diana demands and slaps your thigh. You quickly scramble onto your hands and knees, your back arched and ass in the air.

“Mhhmm I love your ass baby, maybe later today I’ll fill you here too, you can walk around dripping from both holes like my perfect little whore.” She rubs her large hand over your ass cheeks before gripping your hips and tugging you backwards onto her strap, still dripping with your wetness. In one thrust she fills your cunt, one hand on your hip and the other fisted in your tangled hair.

“Oh my fucking god dont stop please fuck dont stop.” You moan and move your hips with her so she fucks you even harder.

“Your pretty pussy takes me so well fuck.” She groans and changes her grip from your hair to wrap her hand around your throat; pulling you up against her, your back arched against her chest. Diana pants in your ear, her breathing growing more erratic to match your own as her hips thrust up into you. The hand that was holding your hip snakes around to rub your needy clit firmly. You let out a cry and try to buck away, the sensation too much.

“Cum for me baby, cum all over my fucking cock.” She orders and nips your earlobe, her hand squeezing your throat just enough to start making you see stars.

“FUCK” You half scream and half moan as your body trembles, your orgasm ripping through you like wildfire. Diana doesn’t stop but slows her pace, relaxing her grip on your throat and changing the pressure on your clit to much gentler.

“Im gonna cum baby fuck you’re so good for me, my good girl, fuck this is my favorite way to wake you up, fuck I’m gonna-“ She babbles in your ear before groaning loudly, her thrusts growing erratic and sloppy as her body shudders. She pulls out slowly and turns you around and kisses you fiercely, laying you back down on the rumpled bed. You lazily flop down, your body feeling satiated and boneless, you feel the bed dip as she crawls up next to you and the familiar warm touch of a washcloth between your legs.

”You did so well baby, so good my love.” She whispers and softly cleans your thighs and cunt with the washcloth. You give her a contented hum and nestle against the pillows. Diana laughs at that, the rich raspy tone flooding you with warmth.

“Ok baby you stay right there, Im gonna go cook up some breakfast.” She pulls the covers up to your chin and places a tender kiss on your lips. It takes a moment to register what she said but when you do you open your eyes.

”You're going to cook? Are you sure you dont want me to or maybe we could order breakfast?” You try and placate.

”No no Im going to cook for you this morning my love, dont worry that pretty little head of yours.” She gives you a confident smile which only serves to worry you more.

”O..ok just holler if you need me or anything or have any questions.”

“Relax, I’ve been an adult for twenty years or so I think i can make breakfast.” Diana strokes her hand down your mussed hair and you nod.

”Im gonna make you the best breakfast you’ve ever had, you just lay here and look pretty and I’ll be right back.” She stands up from the bed and pulls a tee shirt on before leaving the room. As worried as you are you can’t help but to fall back asleep, already exhausted.

”Oh fucking shit man the PANCAKES!” You awaken again to the sound of the smoke alarm beeping and Diana cussing in the kitchen.

”Fuck fucking goddamn it!” There’s a loud smack and the beeping stops. You stare at the ceiling trying to decide whether or not to go help her; on one hand she is a grown woman and you doubt she’d be able to burn down the whole kitchen that fast, but on the other you know whatever she’s attempting to make will most likely be inedible if you dont help.

“It’s FINE! DONT WORRY BABE!” She calls joyfully, as if reading your thoughts. You huff a laugh and decide to let her struggle on her own. After a few more minutes of clattering and swearing Diana appears in the doorway carrying a tray, a wide grin on her face as she enters the room. Her hair has been pulled back in a bun and she looks more disheveled than after a game as walks towards you.

”I made oat pancakes and a green smoothie.” She says proudly and waits for you to sit up. You do and she proudly sits the tray in your lap. A plate is stacked high with somewhat burnt and misshapen pancakes, a bottle of maple syrup next to it. On the other side of the tray is a dark green lumpy smoothie and a little cup with a single wild flower in it.

”Oh this is lovely babe.” You give her what you hope is a reassuring smile and pick up the fork, trying to hide your tentativeness. Diana was good at many things, cooking however was absolutely not one of them. She smiles eagerly, oblivious to your nerves.

”I followed this new recipe for the pancakes, we didn’t have any baking powder though but we did have baking soda so i think its fine, I uh broke the smoke detector by the way; I didn’t know the oil would get so hot so fast and I went outside to try and find flowers. Which I could only find one.” She gestures to the single flower in a mug and your heart melts. Obviously she has no idea what she’s doing but it’s also somehow one of the sweetest things.

“Baby I love this, I really really do, but baking powder and baking soda are very different things.” You touch her arm reassuringly then pat the bed next to you. Her face falls instantly and she moves to take the tray but you put up a hand to stop her.

”Dont you dare, I was just letting you know for future reference, I’m still going to try them.”

“It’s fine babe really I should have looked it up.”

“Absolutely not, I’m sure its ok, now sit.”

Diana sits next to you on the bed and looks worried as you take a bite, drizzling a more than healthy amount of maple syrup over them. The bite is distressingly lumpy and the pancakes are definitely burnt but they aren’t the worst things she’s tried to cook. Not as worried you take another bite, the pancakes are flat and filled with clumps but you power through it.

“They really aren’t that bad I swear.” You say glancing over to her intent face.

“Uh try the smoothie, I didn’t really follow a recipe I just added what felt right.” Diana nods to the green concoction and you swallow nervously.

“Im sure its great honey.” You pick up the glass and tilt it back, the dark green mush slipping down your throat, you try not to gag and give her another tight smile.

“Oh its uhm very kaley.. very nutritious.”

“Oh yeah I added kale and grapes and pineapple and oat milk.” She beams and ticks off the ingredients on her long fingers.

“That’s an interesting ingredient list, very creative.” You try and reassure her. Diana nods again excitedly.

“Ok Im gonna go try to fix the fire alarm I’ll be right back, but really baby you dont have to eat it if you dont want.” She rises off the bed again and stops at the door.

”No no it’s good, thank you so much for breakfast.” You shovel another bite of pancake into your mouth.

Fifteen minutes later and lots of grimaces, you’ve finished nearly all the pancakes and the smoothie. It was an act of god to get through the smoothie, the texture alone making you gag, but your sweet girlfriend had woken you up with incredible sex and then attempted to make you breakfast in bed; of course you were gonna eat it. Diana appears back in the doorway, a small scowl across her face.

”So I think we’re gonna need a new smoke alarm, I kinda threw it on the floor when I couldn’t get it to shut the fuck up and now it’s pretty fucking broken.” She walks into the room and takes in your near empty glass and plate.

“Im so full Dee can you take this back to the kitchen please?” You take the mug with the flower in it off the tray and place it on the nightstand before holding it out to her.

”Unless you want me to come and do the dishes, that would be fair of course.”

“No no I already put everything in the dishwasher, just hand that to me.” She takes the tray from your hands and exits the room again. You quickly grab your water from the nightstand and gulp it down, trying to cover the taste.

“Fucking hell this is shit why did you eat this?!” She yells from the kitchen clearly having taken a bite and you can’t help but laugh.