#and the finale argument... cmon now

[seasideoranges]

y'all i gotta be honest for a sec, the "atla wouldnt change much if aang wasnt there, in fact it might be better" and "the atla finale wouldnt change much if aang wasnt there to fight ozai" debates is the funniest thing ive seen come out of this fandom

[unnamed-atlas]

Thinking maybe I'm being a hater irrationally to my comp professor, but also I love comp idk how you've made me dread this class in less than two weeks, last semester we had two essays and a group project all due within the span of a week and i still didn't hate that class or the professor or the assignments. girl wtf did you do we've had two classes

[brokenbough]

"No- no, Simon!" You whimper, squirming away from his hands, your own clawing at the floor.

"Cmon, you can take it." He grumbles, his voice low and command clear.

"Please- oh fuck. Simon, Simon, Simon." You recite like a prayer, squirming again as he adds pressure. You whimper and moan, fighting-- anything to get him to stop.

"Stop squirming, you need it. Take it." He commands roughly again, pinning you firmer into the wooden floorboards.

"Alright, what the fuck are you guys doing?" Soap and Gaz burst in through the door, looking down at the two of you.

There you are on your stomach, pinned under Simon, his hands on your back, his front against your butt. But... clothed.

"What type of freak shit are yall doing?" Gaz asks, watching you squirm under Simon again. He doesn't let you move, pressing down on your lower back once more, growling something quietly at you.

You cry out, whimpering again and clinging to nothing. "Simon, Simon please!" You whine again.

"Take it Doll. Take it." He says, rubbing that same spot.

You groan loudly, starting to fight him again.

"Alright dude, what the hell!" Soap questions, pushing Simon off of you.

You crawl away quickly, standing with a groan.

"What?" Simon grumbles out, pushing Soap back a bit, watching Kyle hug you tightly.

"You can't just pin down girls ya like and- and do whatever the hell that was!" Soap growls out.

Simon tilts his head, looking to you and back to Soap. "What the fuck are you on MacTavish?" Simon asks again, pushing past the sergeant to you.

"You- whatever you were doing to her." Soap continues, getting between you two again.

"Move." He says to his sergeant harshly, leaving no room for argument. But Soap doesn't, standing his ground and protecting you from his perverted lieutenant.

"I'm not gonna ask again." Simon says, glowering down at Soap. Kyle is behind both of them, you behind him as they stand bodyguard.

Finally free from Simon's hands, you quickly dart out of the door, hearing the growl of Simon behind you.

"Fuck off Lt.!" You yell back, turning corners and jumping over furniture and people as Simon is stuck behind his two sergeants. You get as far away as you can.

--

"Back. away." You demand, ready to run again as Soap and Gaz corner you.

"Nah ah little lady." Gaz says, a lazy smile on his face.

--

"You guys fucking suck!" You yell, squirming in Soap's hold, Gaz walking behind him for backup in case you tried to run again.

They quickly deliver you back to your lieutenant, dropping you at his very feet.

"Don't run bunny, won't and never will end well for you." Simon says, kneeling next to you. "On your stomach." He growls.

You huff, turning over and glaring at the sergeants who brought you here. "Dead to me. All of you." You growl before it fades into a soft moan of pleasure and pain as Simon settles back onto your butt, rubbing from your lower back and up.

"There ya go." He croons, adding more pressure.

"When I--fuck, fuck."

"Right there?" He teases.

"No, fuck you. And when I get the chance, I'm gonna break every single one of your stupid little fing-- FUCK!" You grip nothing again, clawing for one of the sergeants-- something, anything.

"Soap. You had the most to say, hold her hand." Simon commands, rubbing circles now.

Soap is hesitant, and even more so at your sadistic smile as he slowly moves closer. You quickly latch onto him when he gets close enough, pulling him down with you.

Soap sits there with you, grunting in pain every time your nails dig into his pale skin.

Simon continues to massage you, hitting all the right parts that scream in agony under his hands. Your body begs for more, but your mouth knows better than to give Ghost a big head.

"Gonna kill you Simon." You say before he makes you whine and whimper as if it's some joke.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"Nice-- ngh-- and slow." You relay.

"Like this?" He asks, a slow, long drag of his knuckles down your back.

You don't answer, can't, as you fall into a fit of more moans. You squeeze Soap, your salvation between the pain and pleasure.

"Jesus lass, keep gripping me like that, you're gonna leave a mark." Soap grumbles, hissing when you break skin. Again.

"Shut the fuck up!" You growl, whining again almost to the point of tears.

"Gonna do your shoulders after." Simon says as if it's a threat. And it is.

"Please no, please, Simon. Simon, Simon, please, hear me out."

"Mmm..." He mulls, looking down at your turned head. You, no longer holding onto Soap for dear life.

"Tomorow. Please, just do it tomorrow." You plead, eyes misty with unshed tears of pain-- pleasure?

"That's the thing Doll, I don't really feel like chasing tomorrow. I don't feel like chasing at all."

"I'll- I'll come to you. Please. Just tommorow."

"Why should I believe you when you just tried to run 40 minutes ago?"

"Cmon Lt., you know I'm not a liar."

"No, but you're a runner." He counters.

"F-fine. End of day. I'll come to you after dinner."

"I don't know if that works for me Doll."

"Please." You beg again.

--

"Dead to me. All of you." You say at dinner, glaring at Simon, Johnny, and Kyle.

"What is she talking about?" Price asks, slightly amused.

"She won't go to medical and I'm tired of hearing her complain about being sore." Ghost says nonchalantly.

"She doesn't like Lt's massages." Soap chimes in. "Got a couple of scars from 'er." He continues, showing Price his arm. The thin crescents now just a slight pink from where you dug your nails into him.

"Wouldn't have happened if you didn't force me to go to him." You snap back.

"Yeah, yeah."

"What's this about you not going to medical?" Of course that's the part he focuses on.

"Well, I--"

"It's handled Cap'n. Don't gotta worry about 'er." Ghost finally chimes in, staring directly at you.

You flick him your finger before going back to your food. You had to mentally prepare for his heavy, deft... strong... veiny hands to massage out the kinks in your shoulder.

Oh fuck.

--

"Sit." Simon says, pointing to his office chair.

"We can't do tomorrow?" You ask weakly, already moving to the chair.

"No. We're doing legs tomorrow."

"What--"

"Shh." He says, his heavy hands on your shoulders.

You sighed, moaning before he even got to rubbing.

"Eager?" He teases.

"N-- oh~" you moan, leaning back into his chair.

"There ya go. Relax." He encourages kindly, genuinely happy to help. He really was tired of you complaining about being sore and didn't need you stiff on a mission. He'd work through all your... kinks if it meant a better mission... and maybe listening to you moan his name, begging for a release he wouldn't give.

Maybe.

Bold of you to assume he does the small things out of the goodness of his heart without any benefit for himself.

Naive even.

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If you can't tell, I'm in pain. My left shoulder specifically

[antl3rqueen]

need abby and reader fighting and then having angry sex. after sex abby just bathes reader in the shower and reader ends up crying feeling bad for being a bitch to abby

thank you for the request!!

this is quiet short i apologise😅

18+

you and abby had gotten into a petty argument. it had led to you being in the position you were currently in... ass up, face pressed into the bed as abby fucked her strap in and out of your pussy at an unrelenting pace. she was holding a fistful of your hair, her other hand resting on your lower back, keeping you pressed down against the bed. "look who's finally being quiet now."

abby tugged on your hair, her grunts filling your ears as she continued to thrust the strap inside of you, the sound of skin slapping against skin could be heard in the room. you hoped you wouldn't be getting a noise complaint from your neighbours... again. "all it takes is a little dick to shut you up, huh?"

you whined in response, drool trickling out of your mouth and onto the bedsheets from your face being smushed against it. abby loved turning you into mush, she just loved knowing she was the only one who could make you a babbling mess beneath her.

a particularly loud noise left your lips as you felt abby change her pace, now giving you slow, deep thrusts that made you see stars. you grab a fistful of the sheets beneath you, moans leaving your lips after every thrust. "that's it, baby. letting me fuck the brat out of you, hm?"

hearing abby's dirty words made you tip over the edge, a string of moans leaving your lips as you cum on her strap. she fucks you through your orgasm, her eyes watching as a white ring forms around the silicone. "there we go."

abby slowly pulls the strap out of you and takes it off of herself, discarding it somewhere in the room before she wraps her arms around you, placing a soft kiss on top of your head. "cmon, i'll run us a bath."

you allow abby to take your hand and lead you into the bathroom. she fills the bath with warm water and bubbles. you let out a sigh as you felt the warm water welcome you, abby situated behind you.

you remembered your earlier argument that led to this and felt a little guilty. you knew you were being silly but sometimes you could let the heat of the moment cloud your judgement. you felt that familiar stinging sensation in your throat whenever you were trying to hold back tears, abby immediately noticed how you seemed to be getting upset. "hey, what's wrong, baby?"

as soon as you heard abby's soft voice and felt her arms gently wrap around your stomach, you crumbled. abby's fingers hooked under your chin, tears falling down your cheeks as your eyes met hers. "m' sorry for being a bitch earlier..." you mumbled, abby's fingers wiping your tears away.

"it's okay, sweet girl." abby gently guided your head to rest against her chest, her fingers running through your hair. you guys stay like that until the water runs cold.

[eleu22]

You guys do not appreciate Gaz enough so I’m here to sell him to you

this shit is important so yall better read

I truly don’t understand the lack of Gaz love -

ok well

I do at some level

I think the argument usually levied against his character id that he’s boring

but beautifully stated by tumblr user mockerycrow in their character analysis of him

CHARACTERS DO NOT HAVE TO HAVE A TRAGIC BACKSTORY TO BE INTERESTING CHARACTERS

press keep reading to fall in love with Gaz

Who is Gaz?

I’m going to start out with who Gaz is as a character

morality

Gaz is someone who has a strong sense of morality and struggles with the balance between doing the right thing and doing the morally right thing, there’s this debate between long-term morality and situational morality that Gaz struggles with

look im maybe not the most linguistically talented person on earth so im just gonna throw in a few quotes which i think gives Gaz

Gaz is someone who admist chaos and war is trying his best, trying his best to be a good person, to be reliable and to do the right thing

if thays not lovable idk what is

relationship to price

ok so i think this aspect of Gaz’s character is what people tend to focus on

and as much as the omg price’s son shit is cute i think he’s become a vehicle for people to emphasise price’s daddy factor (which like dont get me wrong keep up the good work)

but i think theres so much more to that

i forgot who wrote this but someone said something about Gaz trying to follow in impossibly large footsteps and i think thats so accurate

going back to Gaz’s struggle with morality there’s so much untapped potential in the idea that his idol, may not be an amazing person, having to come to grips with the idea that Price, his role model can look at a woman and child as interrogation leverage is something that i think people need to look into more

OK so now

Untapped Potential

so here are somethings which i

idk if this is like the correct phrasing

headcannon? idk i just think these are parts of Gaz’s character which could be rlly interesting to explore

ahem

yes Gaz is a good guy, but that doesn’t make him passive Gaz has shown moments of anger, like in the interrogation with the butcher when he lunges at him or when him and price first meet

i think the fact that Gaz is so calm and collected but has these moments are cracks in the facade he creates

i believe personally he has a lot of repressed anger whether it be at the world, at himself, at his captain hes an angry dude hes just better at keeping it under wraps

and i know we don’t really have many details on his backstory but cmon there’s no way u sign up for a job like this and don’t have any issues whatsoever

i think this quote is so good for this because he’s harnessed his anger, it’s what makes him good at his job, a knife, a weapon

i think another interesting concept for Gaz is guilt

the fact that he cares about whats right and wrong how does he feel going to sleep at night? do these things haunt him? is he irredeemable?

i think its like that one quote “the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn’t. My guilt does not purify me.”

Final Thoughts

anyways guys thanks for coming to my ted talk

i know this was really messy but i just want to encourage some Gaz love because i think he’s a really interesting complex character who we just need to dig a little deeper into

i hope this incites some more gaz love

THANK YOU 😳

[f0ofishies]

bonten!rindou , you found out your little psychopath boyfriend.. was an actual psychopath. you should've known that insignia tattooed on the front of his neck.

bonten!rindou accidentally leaving his blood-stained gloves in the dumbest compartment of his car. Your first arguement ever– and a huge one at that.

bonten!rindou , who made you so desensitized on the topics of how he beat another guy with some bat– or even shoot people. You'd just looked at him.. your eyes. He knew he was in trouble.

bonten!rindou that still got you to stay with him, you knew you loved him, he knew that too. There'd be no way you'd leave him– even if he was a part of a criminal organization. He stared at you, he pouted a bit.

bonten!rindou , who was late from your upcoming date because he had this huge meeting. It basically escalated another argument like before. You were pissed off.. already sleeping on your backside.

"Baby.. don't sleep yet.." His back against the doorway, he contemplated onto whether to approach you or not. Long strides of his quickened pace on the floor was heard. "Mmm, my darling.." He confided in you in his whiny voice.

You felt his pesky hands, trapped between him. You grumbled.. "Rin..not now.." You buried your head into the silky pillows. He grumbled– and his purple hair slid over your shoulder. "Just hear me out.. okay..?" The desperation in his tone made you ache.

"What is it?.." You whispered back at him, finally letting him rest beside his purple gaze, leaning in to kiss your cheek desperately. "I'm going tomorrow..." "Where–" You interrupted as he shushed you, by the way his eyes fell You could tell it wasn't good news. "A mission tomorrow, It's going to be dangerous.. and I won't be back for a few weeks."

Your eyes widened at the revelation. "But–" Your hands quickly grabbed his head, pulling him closer. "Don't– don't leave me, not when our relationship.." You panicked, babbling on about how he needed to be here– to stay with you.. to stay together. You huffed– tears welled up in your eyes.

He kissed those salty tears away, you huffed as his thumb swiped at your eyes. "Mmm.. cmon beautiful.. it's just two weeks..?" "No..!" You spouted out loud. "No– you can't.. please..."

bonten!rindou chuckled, kissing your stray tears.. it was salty to him– he always thought how cute you were when you cried. But it did tug on his heart the way you just wanted him to stay. Another plead, a wail or even a cry.. he'd just stay, he really would.

bonten!rindou who was rocking his hips inside you, "Cmon, pretty.. put your legs over me.." He huffed when you didn't listen. Tugging at your calf– he hoisted up your leg muscle against his defined chest. He wasn't very muscular but defined through the years. Your leg straightened, accommodating to the stretch with no prep.

"Rin– no more..!" Your cries could probably be heard by the neighbors.. you've had too much sex with rindou. The neighbors already got the full show at that, you couldn't care less 'bout them. He suddenly picked up his thrusts, his hips grinding against yours.

"So good for me.. so shittt–" He could feel your walls clenching around him, he's pesky thumb rimming around your ass hole. Even as much as spreading it wide.. juices of both of you sliding back out. Such a lewd sight. Your face changed into an 'o' as he did that move, you were so familiar with.

"I wish you could look at yourself– you always make such lewd expressions when I do that..!" He murmured close to your ear, those redden ears of yours matching your eyes, he could tell it was too much. You could catch a glimpse of his adam's apple bobbing– that made another moan quiver right out of you.

And just when he finally bursts his load right inside you, he can't help but keep his hips jerking slightly. Hearing another whimper for you, his signature smile catches you off guard. Rindou was a cold man, but you always had a way to tug on his heartstrings. "Promise.. promise you'll come back, dont matter the things you need to do.." It earned a laughter from him.

"Come back? Baby, you know I'll always come back.. even when you hold that ring on your finger?" oh,, Rindou Haitani, that sneaky man, had slipt an engagement ring right around your finger.

[dilfluvrgirllxoxo]

post mission arguments and make-ups - j.f.w

summary: after a mission, john hurts your feelings during an argument and soon makes it his duty to fix what he did.

pairing: john f. walker x reader (i'm tired of hiding my truth he's been fine since tfatws)

warnings: angst!! grumpy x sunshine trope because i can't help myself, teeny bit of smut at the end, mostly just fluff, john is lowkey a little out of character but its okay, petnames (sweetheart, honey), no use of y/n + no reader descriptions, not proofread!

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the car ride back from the mission was silent except for the occasional conversation between ava and yelena. as soon as the car was parked, you got out and slammed the door harder than you meant to, walking away, not caring if john was following behind you.

kicking off your boots and tossing your bag onto the floor, you trudged over to the kitchen, pouring yourself a drink as the others scattered off to their rooms. not john though, no. he decided he just had to come and be a pain in your ass...again.

he stood against the doorframe, jaw clenched, face dark and his arms crossed tightly against his chest, like a parent ready to chastise their child.

"you always do that," he snapped after a long moment of silence, his voice sharp.

you froze, turning around to face him with a sigh. “do what, john?”

“do missions without us, without backup. going in first, acting like you’re invincible, like you don’t need anyone. it’s reckless."

“so now i'm the problem? i can handle myself john, i'm not on this team for nothing!”

his eyes narrowed, his hands clenching into fists as he stepped closer to you. “i'm trying to keep people alive, including you, including the rest of the team.”

“you're not in the goddamn army anymore john, stop acting like you can boss us around!” you yelled, knowing that was a low blow by the way his shoulders tensed.

“you don't get it. you want to get yourself killed by being foolish? be my damn guest!" he hissed, his fist coming down on the table next to him and you flinched—he saw it, and instantly regretted what he'd done, but his cold, dismissive words were out now, no going back.

“right. yeah.” you said, voice cracking. “got it.” you practically scurried away, walking into the bedroom and slamming the door, on purpose this time.

you lay on the bed for what felt like hours, letting your tears fall, not even turning your head when you heard the door open and john stepping inside cautiously. “hey honey.” you didn’t answer.

he walked closer, voice lower now as he sat on the edge of where you lay on the bed, sighing as he thought about what to say. he wasn't good with the whole 'letting your guard down' thing. “i shouldn’t have said that. any of it.” still nothing from you, making him shuffle closer and take your hand in his.

“i...was scared,” he admitted, and that word seemed to make him flinch, like he'd never said it in his life. “i thought you were in danger, and i—i panicked and then i lashed out at you.”

you turned on your back, finally meeting his eyes as you tilted your head. “it made me feel like you didn't care about me and it hurt, john.”

john’s normally stoic expression broke, just slightly, into a softer one, one only you ever got to see.

“i know,” he said. “but you’re the only person who makes me feel like i’m worth something, i do care about you, more than anything. i just wanted to make sure you didn't get hurt, and i ended up hurting you. i’m...i'm sorry.” he whispered the last words, not knowing how to feel. he never apologised. god, you were softening him up too much.

"i want to fix this, let me make it up t' you honey." he murmured, his voice gentler than you'd ever heard it be as he shuffled onto the bed fully, his arms at either side of you as he hovered above you. "cmon honey, wanna make this right, show y' how sorry i am."

you paused for a minute, tears now drying on your cheeks as you looked up at him and nodded, whispering a faint, “kay.” which was all the confirmation he needed as he nodded slowly, rough, calloused hands coming up to cup your cheeks with surprising gentleness, his mouth on yours before you even had time to think, the strength of the kiss making your head spin, barely registering his words when he finally pulled away breathlessly, tugging at the waistband of your trousers.

"want y' to sit on my face sweetheart, need t' taste you." he drawled, his request making your breath hitch as you stood up to peel your trousers off quickly, his hands grabbing your waist and easily manhandling you back onto the bed as soon as you were done.

safe to say, you'd soon forgiven him.

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[worksbykai]

ATTENTION

paring : paige bueckers x azzi fudd

content : fluff, annoyed/strict/ clingy azzi, oblivious/childish paige, Ice being their biggest hater, that’s it 😁😁

warnings : language

synopsis : After a fun but hectic night at a Mary J. Blige concert the team isn’t quite ready for their fun to end, well excluding azzi who wants to relax watch a movie and be with paige, but mabye paige had other plans.

notes : This one shot is based off of this request! Tysm and hope you enjoy! (NOT PROOFREAD) and I got tired at the end, pretty sure you can tell!!”

10:46 PM

Azzi had never been the type to bash anyone’s party, i mean if anything she would join with enough convincing, but right now? Does not count. Herself, Paige, and the rest of the team were on their way back from a (long awaited by azzi) Mary J. Blige concert.

Azzi had been riding a high the whole time, bumping her head to the music as her curls caught the beat aswell. The team even had the opportunity to meet the star backstage, they made tiktok’s, took pictures, it was the most fun Azzi had in a while due to games after games, press conferences, she couldn’t really catch a break.

But that was an hour ago, now all she could think about was taking a nice warm shower, finding a good movie, cuddle in her favorite blanket with her favorite girl, paige. It sounded simple in her head but it was basically everything but that. Paige was like a child that Azzi had to deal with 24/7 or like a dog that had to much energy so you have to take it outside, not to compare her girlfriend to a dog but getting paige settled down was not for the weak.

Azzi’s body slowly shifted as her body awoken due to the familiar turn stating they were pulling into the dorms parking lot. Paige patted Azzi’s exposed waist softly and placed a few soft kisses on her neck. Even though Azzi was already up she let Paige go for a little longer, enjoying the silence and intimacy of the moment. Half of the team went in Aubrey’s car while the other half went in Caroline’s.

Paige, Azzi, Kk, and Allie sat in the back, and since their wasn’t enough room for all of them Azzi gladly sat on Paige’s lap due to her already being tired. “cmon mama” Paige said softly as Azzi finally lifted her head nodding softly as Paige she opened the door, letting her out first. Paige could tell that Azzi was visibly sleepy due to her rubbing her eyes and her wobbly posture. Once Paige fully got out of the car she went infront of Azzi and squatted a little. Azzi was a bit confused at first but quickly got the message as she put her legs on either side of Paiges back.

The older girl lifted up, making sure Azzi was secure on her back. Azzi on the other hand, was getting comfortable as she locked her feet around paige and layed her head in Paige’s neck, her slow breaths sending chills down the blondes spine. Once Paige felt Azzi was secure she began to walk towards the doors as the team followed around them.

“oh brother” Ice commented making everyone look at Paige and Azzi who were in their own world. “She was the one who wanted to go now she’s the first one sleep.” Carol said making everyone laugh. “Shhh, she’s sleeping.” Paige said sternly putting her finger up to her lip and scrunching her eyebrows.

“Yeah no shit” Ice said, before Paige could respond Kk budded in. “Not to much on my parents though, let them be happy!” The comment making Morgan Jolt her head back. “Your parents? Uhm, you must not know? They claimed me.” Paige sighed, a small smirk forming on her face. This was always an argument that had been formed daily, who was their favorite or who was their child. Paige didn’t mind it to much she liked the thought of her and Azzi being parents.

Once the elevators dinged the Team stepped out of it one by one. Paige was expecting them to go their separate ways but the team stayed behind her as she was unlocking the door, one had on Azzi’s thigh keeping her up. Paige raised an eyebrow and slowly turned around. “Yall good?” She said as everyone nodded. “Okay..” She said as she opened her door and they tried to follow her in. “Where yall going?” Paige said as they froze. “Well uh..” Aubrey said looking at Ice. “We were thinking about crashing here for a little? Get some snacks.. Like a movie night!” Ice said trying to sound persuading.

“I would love to but once she wakes up and sees all of you. i’m gonna get the most of it, and plus she’s sleepy and you guys don’t know how to be quiet.” Paige spoke like a kid scared to get in trouble with their mom.

“We promise we will! She won’t even know we’re here. And I was thinking a little fortnite?” Ice said making Paige’s smirk go full blown, she loved her some fortnite. “Fine, but if you guys get me in trouble, I swear.” Paige said as she opened her door so they could all come in.

As everyone got settled in the living room, some looking in the kitchen for snacks, Paige made her way into her room sitting backwards on the bed so she could lay Azzi down gentley. Azzi stirred a bit not feeling Paige’s warmth anymore, Paige quickly rubbed her waist a bit. “shhh go back to sleep i’m right here.” Her voice making Azzi slip back into the deep sleep she had gotten into. Paige looked at her for a bit, rubbing her cheek before kissing her temple softly.

Just as Paige was about to exit the room, the team bust in with snacks and covers. “bro, get out, she’s sleeping!” paige yell wispherd as the they looked at azzi then kept coming into the room. “You have a bigger tv. Promise we’ll be quiet P.” Paige leaned her head back and covered her face with her hands. If Azzi woke up she knew she would be frustrated. “Bro seriously let’s just go in the living ro-” Paige started but Ice interrupted. “Cmon P choose your character.” She said as paige saw the fortnite lobby on the tv. the team was settled on the floor with their snacks and covers from the living room covering them.

“Bro, ONE round then we’re going to the living room.” The blonde said as Ice chuckled “yeah yeah cmon.”

1:34 AM

“PAIGE BEHIND YOU, SHOOT SHOOT!” Kk screamed making Paige look at her and shush her, and in that split second the person behind paige shot her, making her get second place. “BRO!” paige screamed before immediately covering her mouth. Everyone looked back at Azzi who was now stirring awake, especially not feeling Paige by her side. Azzi opened one eye, scanning the room and could immediately tell what was going on. “Paige.” she said with her head on the pillow. “yeah baby?” Paige answers trying to act clueless of the obvious situation. “Come here.” Azzi said as paige stuttered out her next response.

“We were gonna play one mo-” Azzi didn’t even let her finish. “What?” Azzi said, she could’ve sworn Paige wasn’t talking back? “Nothing.” Paige quickly let out as she made her way to the bed. “Yes ma’am?” she said scratching the back of her head making the Sarah and Kk giggle at her nervousness. Azzi lifted the covers “Lay down.” Azzi said as paige sighed and got into bed, pulling Azzi into her chest as her fingers found her girlfriends back, tracing patterns.

She quickly felt watched as she looked up and was met with the teams eyes. “weirdos” she scoffed, now, raking her fingers through Azzi’s hair. “Tell them to get out.” Azzi said, her voice was sleepy but stren. “Mabye next time guys, Azzi’s kinda tired.” Paige said softly trying to sound convincing, making the team groan.

“Your so whipped dude.” Ice said as she laughed leaning into kk who was trying to hold it in. Paige made her lips into a straight line as the team started to pile out of the room. Paige still heard their little arguments about the child situation, making her chuckle a little. “your adopted!” was the last thing she heard before the door shut, leaving the two girls in complete silence.

It lasted for a few more minutes as Paige felt her eyes getting a little heavy, Azzi’s voice broke through the silence. “How did they even get here?” She asked making paige shake her head as she fully closed her eyes. “I was forced.”

[runningthroughthegarden]

dumb young love

1.9k words, summary: when art leaves you in the dust for tashi, a part of you breaks. after an argument art realizes how desperately in love he is with you.

request from @fangirlinc :)

you had gone and done the one thing everyone had warned you not to do. you had fallen in love with your best friend. i mean how could you not? he was handsome, charming, talented, funny, everything you could want in a man and more. you both had such bright futures ahead of you and just loved being in each others company. which is why you never felt the need to profess your love to him. but lately you've been rethinking this choice. 

you obviously knew how close art and patrick were, i mean you guys all practically grew up with each other. this dynamic never really bothered you, why would it? that all changed once tashi came into the picture. 

you had been there, at the match where it all started. you had come to support them like you always had, but within those few days something had shifted and you had no idea why. suddenly the boys were ditching you to go to a party you didn't even know they cared about. 

they had come back to you the next day, raving about how amazing tashi was and the night they spent together. you noticed a glint in art’s eye that wasn't there before, and you tried your hardest to suppress the jealousy you were feeling. 

that day, when patrick won the match, you couldn't help but feel relieved that art would remain yours just for a little longer. what you didn't realize is that art didnt care if patrick was with tashi, because he was still head over heels for her.

 

“hey are we gonna have dinner tonight?” you ask, throwing another tennis ball over the net.

“yeah, just gotta get back to my room and shower” art replies, hitting back the ball with a distraught look on his face. 

“is it tashi?” you sigh.

“what? no-no. i'm just stressed about my next match” he replies, walking over to the bench. 

“you're art donaldson. you’re never stressed about a match. c'mon just tell me” you say as you walk over to him. 

“its just. patrick called and all he can fucking talk about is how amazing tashi is. and then i walk around campus and all i hear is how amazing tashi is. no matter what i do i can’t escape her.” he confesses, putting his head in his hands.

“i can’t imagine you ever wanting to escape her” you reply, letting out a forced laugh. 

“what?” 

“cmon art, from the day you lost that match it’s like your entire world changed or something. i mean all of a sudden your whole life revolves around this girl” you scoff. 

“y/n i really don’t need this shit from you, i’ll see you later” he scoffs, picking up his bag and leaving the court. 

“art!” you call out, only for him to leave you there alone.

standing there you think back to when everything was fine. how art would link his pinky with yours as you walked. the way he would call you everyday when he had to travel for matches. the nights you spent in his dorm trying to cram week's worth of studying into one night. the way he would so effortlessly plant kisses to your forehead. the moments you thought he might actually be in love with you. but now all you had were those memories. 

 

before you knew it, all art was doing was hanging out and helping tashi train. he had been your training partner first, so it hurt like hell to be left in the dust. you decided to try and let it go and focus on winning your matches. your most important match was coming up and you couldn't let your silly love life get in the way. the one person you had always dreamed of being coached by was going to be at your match. so you knew you had to train like crazy to get to work with them. 

a part of you was hoping maybe art would see how amazing your match would be, and finally start paying attention to you again. but you knew you were holding onto false hope. 

 

the day of your match had finally come, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared. this was such an important moment for your career and you couldn't shake those nerves. but you knew seeing art up in the stands would give you the boost of confidence you needed. 

the first set was about to start and you still didn’t see art in the stands. you felt your heart skip a beat at the thought that he might not show up. he would never do that to you. right? 

the first set had started and for a moment, the world around you started to fade. you may have hated tashi, but man was she right about tennis. you were performing flawlessly and you knew all the hard work was finally going to pay off. 

after winning your first set, you go back to your seat, taking a breather and still scanning the crowd for art. he was still nowhere to be found and you could feel your sadness turning into anger. deciding to use that as fuel, you prepare yourself for your next set. the rest of the game goes flawlessly and you know this is the best you have ever played. 

hitting the winning point, you stand in shock as cheers come from the stands. thanking your opponent you can’t seem to wipe the smile off your face. that is until you spot art in the stands. you could feel all the anger and resentment you suppressed fighting to be released. this had been your best game yet, and there art was, to ruin it.

packing up your bag, you felt a presence behind you. all spectators and coaches were long gone so you knew exactly who was behind you. turning around to face art, you push past him not wanting to hear a word he has to say. 

“y/n please i-” art calls out, quickly catching up with you.

“you what art?!” you yell, turning around to face him.

“you forgot? you had homework? you lost track of time? oh better yet, maybe you were with tashi?” you continue, looking up at him. you could feel hot tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

he stays silent and thats all the answer you need. 

“oh my god you were” you whisper, stepping back from him. 

“please just let me explain” art pleads, a look of desperation you’d never seen before. 

“today was the most important day to me. and i really thought that as my best friend you would at least care a little more. but i know where your priorities lay. and i'm done fighting for a spot i’ll never get” you say as tears quickly spill onto your cheeks. 

art’s hand reaches up to brush away your tears, but you step back. 

“stay the fuck away from me art” you choke out, quickly walking back to your room. 

 

the next few days were hell. spending each day crying in your bed, you had lost not only the love of your life but your best friend. you had gotten a call offering to be coached by someone you could only ever dream of working with. you should’ve felt happy, ecstatic even, but the last conversation you had with art was still ringing through your head. he had called you far too many times and texted you even more. but you had ignored every single one. the first day he came knocking on your door, but gave up after an hour of waiting. the apology flowers he had sent you sat on your desk. you had no idea what you were going to do. until, you got a text from patrick. 

patrick 

hi love, art told me about what happened im sorry. 

y/n

hi, you don’t have to apologize for him being stupid

patrick

do you want to hang out today? try to get your mind off of him

y/n 

actually i would love to

patrick 

meet me outside at 2

getting ready to see patrick was a highlight from these past few days. while you were enjoying your sulking you knew you had to get out at some point. going out to the courtyard, you see patrick sitting on a picnic blanket. your favorite foods and snacks were neatly laid next to him. you felt yourself genuinely smiling for the first time in a really long time. you spent the next hour eating your favorite meal and laughing at stupid shit with patrick. although your heart still hurt, you could feel your spirits rising. 

“thank you for this patrick, it’s all so lovely” you smile. 

“of course i’ll always be here for you” he gleams, pushing away the hair around your face and leaning in to kiss your forehead. 

“what the fuck?!” 

you would recognize that voice anywhere. 

“art what are you doing here?” patrick stands up to face him. 

“oh i dont know maybe i go to school here? what the fuck are you doing here patrick?!” he replies, getting closer to patrick. 

“seriously y/n? you run off to patrick?” he questions, obviously distraught but you can't seem to place why. 

“hey you don’t get to blame her for this” patrick replies. 

“oh fuck off patrick would you let her speak” 

grabbing arts hand, you quickly lead him away from the public spectacle this was all becoming. 

“what the hell is wrong with you art?” you yell, shutting your room door. 

“i mean, you completely forgot about me for some other girl and now you're mad at me? none of this makes sense, you broke my heart. you don't get to be angry.” you continue, feeling tears brim your eyes. 

he paces for a second, running his hands through the curls you missed so much. 

“im in love with you” he stops, looking down at you. 

it felt like you were dreaming, like you were imagining the words that just came out of his mouth. 

“i always have been. i've just been so stupid about it. when tashi came around i threw myself at her because i thought there was no way you would ever feel that way towards me. and i know i fucked up by doing that, i really really fucked up. but when i picture my life i see you, i've only ever seen you. and seeing you with patrick, i was scared i lost you. i'm sorry y/n, i really am. i would do anything to take it back.” he confesses. 

“you’re so stupid!” you yell, pushing his shoulders. 

“ive been in love with you for like, forever!” you look up at him, confused as to how he never realized. 

“really?” he asks, pure shock all over his face. 

“yes! i thought it was obvious” you frown. 

before you knew it he was holding your face in his hands, planting a kiss on your lips. in that moment everything felt right, like the stars had aligned. 

“y’know i'm still mad at you” you look up at him, placing your hands over his. 

“trust me, i will do everything to make it up to you. i'm just glad you're finally mine” he couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off his face as he kissed you again. 

[nemisuki]

Morning Routine

Third year AU | From being childhood friends to being third years in UA High School… she never would’ve expected her life would revolve around waking up next to Katsuki Bakugo. The boy she’s known since she was small. Yet here she is, next to an unexpectedly soft boy whose goal is now, not only to be the number one hero. But to be her hero.

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, no manga spoilers, fluff, bkg is a secret softie, small mentions of past nsfw if you squint, physical touch, 1.1k word count 

“What are you smiling at?” He grumbles, turning to face you as you laid on his dorm bed, his fingers brushing your arm. 

He knew he wasn't supposed to be there with you, he was supposed to be training with the idiots — instead, he chose to be with you. 

He often trained alone but the morons wanted to tag along, mainly just trying to have him buy them ice cream after their jog. He was supposed to meet them an hour ago.

Katsuki Bakugo actually ignored his morning training for some girl. What has the world come to.

Her gentle eyes meet those gorgeous pools of red. Pure red. Like gemstones. Oh how she loved his eyes.

“I’m just happy” she says in a mumble, followed shortly by a soft hum. 

She won’t ever get over waking up with him in the mornings. Sneaking into his dorm room late at night despite it being against the rules.

His bed was different then hers. Warmer. Inviting. Or maybe it was him. 

Whenever she tries snuggling against his chest, he immediately holds her. In the beginning he protested, spouting off about how he’s not the mushy type. 

Yet as time went on, he never won that argument. So eventually, he gave up and ended up holding her every time she came over and slid into his bed. It developed into a habit.

Now he can’t seem to let her go, his personal pillow. While he’s her personal heater. His quirk makes his body warmer than others.

“Whatever” he sighed, his arms wrapping around your waist as he practically pulled you on top of him, sprawled over him. His fingers tracing along your skin in gentle circles.

“They’re gonna be wondering where I was, y’know..” he mutters, burying his face into your neck and breathing in the scent of your shampoo. Her scent mixed in with the scent of his body wash to which she used to shower last night.

“They’ll live… it’s not a crime for you to miss a morning jog” she says, peppering gentle kisses on his cheeks. 

If she did this months ago, he would be as stiff as a rock as she showered him with physical affection. Now being 3rd years in UA, he’s learned to accept her gentle touches.

“Mm, maybe not, but it certainly does raise some eyebrows,” he says, tilting his head to catch your lips on his.

He leaned up to kiss you properly, his hand gripping your hip to keep you in place. He had a point — the last thing you needed right now was people getting suspicious of whatever was going on between you two.

But she can't help but be a bit selfish, wanting him for herself. How can she help it when he’s so perfect?

Her eyes flutter close as his lips meet hers. He’s such a feisty person, yet his touches are always so soft. 

She smiles as the blonde barely pulls his lips away from her, giving her a final peck then letting his head fall back against the pillow. Still holding her close to his chest. 

Out of curiosity, she looks at the clock on his nightstand. Seeing the red digits read 8:30 AM. Realization dawns upon her and she quickly looks down at Bakugo. Whose eyes are still roaming across her facial features.

“Katsuki we have to go down and have breakfast!”

“And I should hurry because….?” he replies back with his usual gruff expression.

“Oh c'mon there’s pancakes and if we don’t go now then the others are bound to finish them!”

Bakugo groaned again, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“God damn it,” he mumbles, still not wanting to move. “M’tired from last night and I wanna stay in bed.”

“Cmon cmon get up! Say do you have any of my clothes from last time I slept over? I would go to my room but Mina might spot me” she smiles looking down at him.

He gestured to the top drawer in the dresser.

“You always leave something behind when you stay over so that drawer is where I put all your stuff. I also bought you some things you may need if you're ever here. It’s your drawer from now on.”

“Ah I see, my own little space in your room…” she says with a brighter expression. 

She would be lying if she didn’t say that made her heart clench with joy. She looks in it and spots the organized little sections. 

Some old clothes she’s left behind that are neatly folded along with occasional jewelry she left here by accident. He even put some of her makeup in here that she forgot to take with her back to her room. 

Y/N feels a warm sensation fill her body when she sees some hygiene products he must’ve bought. Some tampons and ibuprofen.

She smiles to herself thinking about him buying these things at the store. Despite his tough exterior, he never judged her for these things.

God she loves him.

Despite not wanting to get out of bed, Bakugo laid there and watched you change. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in the sight of you. 

His eyes tracing your figure, even though he’d seen your body plenty of times before. There’s never a day he gets bored from watching you.

She spots him from the mirror and smiles softly “you're staring…” she says in a gentle whisper.

“How can I not, you're my girlfriend” he says straight faced in response, sitting up and leaning against the pillows, “C’mere for a second."

She hums in response and finishes changing, “what is it?” she says, walking over.

He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer until you were in between his legs. Resting his forehead against your chest. “Just let me have a few more minutes, before we have to get up and deal with those idiots.”

She smiles at his words and wraps her arms around him.

He grumbles into your chest. “Hate that we gotta hide this from the others, pisses me off.” He pulled you down to sit in his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist. Staying in that position for a few minutes til Y/N spoke up, “c'mon we have to go ‘suki.”

“Fine,” he groaned, his hands moving to rest on your hips. “You get going first, I’ll wait five minutes and then follow after you.”

She smiles and nods, unable to stop admiring his face. He’s so pretty. She sighs and pecks his lips, unable to resist, “I love you.”

It took him a moment but…

“Love you, too” he hummed, his hand snaking up the back of your neck and into your hair, holding you close for another kiss. “Now get going before I’m tempted to keep you here all day.”

She giggles and is on her feet as she exits his room. Before she decides to stay in bed with him after all.

Y/N is not usually a morning person but maybe she is now.

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[4milly]

mws- roman reigns.

parings: roman reigns x black!reader

warnings: PURE FLUFF (im always writing nasty shit), cursing.

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the message made your eyes well with tears, yet again. your current state wasn't the best, you sat in your car after yet another argument with your man. you felt so guilty. why do you do this? why do you run after every fight? why do you purposely find reasons to want to break up? you felt silly.

this was your first serious relationship. with past experiences, you should know how to handle these things, right? you thought about all the times you'd picked fights over little things, how you'd storm out dramatically, expecting him to give up on you. but he never did. and now, with this message, he was showing you once again that he was in this for the long haul.

the intensity of it all sometimes felt overwhelming. you were used to keeping people at arm's length, to running when things got too real. but roman…roman was different. he saw through your defenses, your attempts to push him away, and he stayed.

your fingers hovered over the phone's keyboard. you wanted to respond, to pour out your heart and explain all the fears and insecurities that made you act this way. but where to start?

how do you begin to unravel years of emotional walls in a text message?

the sound of a car horn brought you back to reality, and in that moment, you made a decision. you couldn't keep running. you couldn't keep pushing away the one person who truly wanted to understand you.

as you sent the message, sitting there in the quiet of your car, you made a silent promise—to yourself and to roman. you would face your fears, communicate better, and stop running. this relationship was worth the effort. roman was worth it.

your phone buzzed again, and you felt a flutter of anticipation in your stomach. whatever came next, you knew you had to face it:

you stared at the message, your heart pounding. home. the word felt both comforting and terrifying. you gripped the steering wheel, your knuckles turning white as memories flooded your mind: home had always been a place of uncertainty for you. growing up, it was a revolving door of dads presence. would he show up today? like he promised? you learned early on that love was fleeting, that people left—that attachments were dangerous.

each mile back brought you closer to confronting the fears that had sent you fleeing in the first place. you remembered the first time roman had called your apartment "home," how the word had caught in your throat, how you'd deflected with a joke about rent prices. what? aw, cmon na. they were at a high these days.

as you pulled into the parking lot, you caught sight of your reflection in the rearview mirror. your eyes were red-rimmed, mascara smudged beneath them. you looked vulnerable, raw. it was a look you'd spent years avoiding, always carefully constructing a facade.

as you approached the door, guilt hit you like a fucking brick. the thought of him sitting there, waiting for you, made your heart ache. you put this man through so much.

hurt people? hurt people.

you stepped inside, your heart racing as you spotted roman sitting on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together.

"hey," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

roman looked up, his eyes meeting yours. the worry lines etched across his forehead softened slightly at the sight of you. "hey," he replied, his voice a mixture of relief and lingering concern. fuck man. you had to swallow back a sob.

you stood there for a moment, frozen in place, unsure of what to do or say next. the air between you felt thick with unspoken words and emotions.

finally, roman patted the space next to him on the couch. "c'mere, babygirl."

you walked slowly over to to him, your head hung low. you felt like a toddler getting caught—and now you were about to get an ass whoopin and a scolding.

you sat down beside roman, your body tense, hands clasped tightly in your lap. the silence stretched between you, heavy and expectant. you could feel his eyes on you, patient yet searching.

"i'm sorry," you whispered, your voice cracking slightly. "i'm so sorry, roman. i don't…i don't know why i keep doing this."

roman reached out, gently cupping your face in his hands. it made your heart ache even more, "hey, hey. talk t'me," he said softly. "just…tell me what's going on in that beautiful head of yours."

you took a shaky breath, trying to organize the chaotic thoughts swirling in your mind. here goes nothing; "every time things start to feel real, every time I start to believe that th-this could even be real. for a fraction of a fucking moment...i panic."

roman's eyes softened, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "why do you panic, babygirl? hm? what scares you so much?"

you felt the tears welling up again, your throat tightening. you wanted the ground to swallow you whole right now. "i—i'm scared of getting too close. of you realizing one day that I'm not worth it anymore. that I'm to difficult to love. being with you, has made my heart swell that i feel like i'll explode some damn times. i don't wanna loose any of that. i don't wanna loose you."

romans eyes locked with your watery, and stained red ones. he brushed away your tears with his thumbs before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"listen t'me," he said, his voice low and steady. "I need you t’hear this, and really hear this. i'm not going anywhere. i'm not your dad, i'm not your exes, i'm not anyone who's ever let you down before. i'm roman. your man. you're my baby. and i'm here, and i'm staying."

he shifted, taking both of your hands in his, his gaze intense and unwavering. "i know you're scared. but, you've got to truth me. i'm not here for the easy times. i want it all, baby girl—the good, the bad, the messy, all of it. but you gotta let me."

you let out a small sigh before leaning your head against his. he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. he was right. you did have to let him. it wasn't gonna happen over night. but you wanted to try. and this time it was forever.

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[b2cute]

What’s your problem?

rough dom!matt x fem!reader

notes: this is my first smut so please lmk your thoughts!! send any requests ☁️

warnings: obv smut, degrading, pet names, fem receiving, p in v, cover it before you smother it,chocking, slapping, arguing, angst to smut to fluff, i think that’s all

enjoy 😊

word count: 2,460

*y/n’s pov*

*beep beep beep*

the loud sound coming from beside me causes me to jolt up and widen my eyes. i check the time.

3:46 a.m.

i stormed back into matt’s room after an argument we had. nick and i went out for dinner at boa and i came home to a cranky boyfriend that decided to his take anger out on me. instead of fixing the issue, we both agreed to ignore eachother for the rest of the night.

i go on my phone for about 20 minutes before my stomach growled at me. i decided to head over to the kitchen and fix up some cereal.

“look who decided to show their face to world! everyone welcome y/n to earth” matt snarks sitting at the dining table, paralleling the kitchen. i roll my eyes at the comment he made considering chris and nick went to sleepover at madi’s house leaving the house to just us.

“don’t be a brat just because you exhausted yourself in my bedroom.”

again. what is up with these rude comments?

“seriously matthew, can you act normal for 5 fucking seconds? you turned twenty months ago, act like it and quit being immature” i snap. my stomach gurgling louder as i pour cinnamon toast crunch in a bowl. i reach for the milk in the refrigerator and pour it into the bowl as i join matt across the dining room chair he’s sitting in.

silence

i bring my knees up to my chest as i eat the cereal looking up at the light flashing from my hand as i scroll endlessly on my phone. matt continues journaling and i can’t help but notice his veins appearing through his arm as he wrote quickly. his black tank top and gray sweats don’t help my imaginations, but i quickly snap out of them considering he’s being an asshole.

“hmm, so you have an attitude and staring a problem y/n?”

that’s was my final straw. i quickly slam the now empty cereal bowl into the sink and practically sprint upstairs to nicks bedroom and slam the door. i wasn’t going to spend another second with him until he sorted himself out.

i crawled into nicks silk sheets and bring the blanket up to my chest. i stayed in the bedroom with my back turned from the door. i wasn’t crying. i was frustrated. but that’s the thing with matt. he never admits he’s wrong.

*matts pov*

*slam*

she was being such a brat and i don’t even know why. it was like y/n wanted to get me worked up. i had already gotten into a shitty argument with laura and the managing team about the “lack of effort” i put into videos and her attitude made the situation way worse. i gave her a bit of time before i start to head upstairs. i knock on the door, no answer.

i slowly open the door to see y/n on her phone with her airpods in. she glances at me with an expression i cannot read.

did i seriously mess up that bad? i couldn’t have.

“cmon y/n let’s go to my room and sort this out.”

she takes her airpods out and returns them to the case. “okay.” i walk over to the side of the bed and take her forearm as i guide her downstairs, her following my steps. as i open the door to the room she enters, closing the door behind her and locking it.

*y/n’s pov*

we sit on matt’s bed, facing eachother. i could see his angry expression through his face, but he was trying to hide it.

“look y/n i don’t know what’s up with you, but you need to sort it out, okay? i’ve had a bad day already and your nitpicking isn’t making it any better.”

he’s got to be serious.

“my nitpicking?!” i say raising my voice. “from the second i walked into the door you have shown me nothing but disrespect. you’re being ignorant and selfish matt” my eyes burning from the emotions.

“im not the one who locked themselves in my room to avoid the situation now did i, y/n. now you’re going to get rid of that fucking attitude and quit raising your voice or el-“

“or else what?” i snap, raising my voice even higher.

matt lets out a sigh, almost like an “i told you so” breath. “you asked for it.”

before i could process what he meant, his tattooed covered arm reached to my throat and neck, giving it a squeeze. “you want to act like a fucking slut, then you’re going to take me like a fucking slut.” he growls pinning me to the headboard. his eyes were coated black with a small ring of blue. the hunger on his face growing by the second.

*slap*

“answer me slut, how are you going to take it?”

i was so shocked i didn’t know what to say, but i had to admit, i kinda liked it.

another slap.

“like a slut” i whimpered from the stinging on my left cheek.

“good, you’re going to listen to everything i say and don’t even think about cumming with asking me.”

i nod vigorously.

before i can speak, matt’s lip attach to mine quickly. his tounge explores my mouth as he quickly dominates me. he bites on my bottom lip as he slowly moves to my cheek. then my jaw.

soft moans are leaving my mouth as i tug on his brown locks. “fuck matt just like that” i say squeezing my eyes shut. “yea? you like it when i mark you whore?”

i nod quickly. “use your words or i’ll stop” matt growls between kissing my neck. “yes matt i love it”

i was a moaning mess. matt continued to suck, bite, and lick my neck. he left marks that were going to stay for weeks, maybe even longer.

matt quickly disregards his top and not long after comes to rip mine off. “hm, no bra tonight?” matt smirks before taking my right tit to his mouth. he swirls his tounge around and lightly nibbles it while taking the left and pinching my nipple with his long fingers.

“nnngh it feels so good but i need more matt” i whine underneath him. he pauses his movements and look back at me. “such a needy slut y/n” he replies.

before i could say anything else, he pulls me towards him using while hooking his arms underneath my thighs. matt rips my wide legged sweats off leaving me in just my panties. his face was so close to my throbbing pussy that is could feel his warm breaths on my puffy clit.

“you’re soaked y/n” matt growls.

*slap*

his hand slapped my folds. i let out a pornographic moan from the impact. “who does this pussy belong to?” “you matt, all you”

he chuckled through the whimpers i let out and finally takes my panties off. wasting no time, matt comes in contact with my clit and sucks on it so harshly. his hands came up to my tits, pinching and kneading them.

“mm-matt oh MY GOD” i screech. if he kept this up i would orgasm in no time.

matt stops sucking and lets go of my tits only to use one hand to spread my folds out more and the other hand vigorously rubs my clit.

i started to scream. it felt so good. “MATT UMPH SO GOOD” the knot in my stomach begging to release. “please let me cum” i plead getting hungrier by the second.

“go ahead let it out angel” matt says. with that i quickly release all over the sheets, but this doesn’t stop matt from continuing. “too much matt, i can’t tak-“

“whether you like it or not, you’re going to take it slut. you want to keep arguing with me, this is what you get. shouldn’t have got me so worked up y/n” matt argues. i couldn’t say anything as my swollen clit was getting thrown everywhere.

he finally lets go and i quickly close my legs together. my legs were shaking and i had tears rolling down my cheek. suddenly, i feel matt’s arms separate my legs. “did i fucking say i was done?” i nod my head no, slowly but enough to answer his question. “answer my question y/n”

“n-no you did not” i plead, my eyes and face swollen from the tears due to the overstimulation i was receiving. “yea that’s what i thought”

matt sticks his middle and ring finger into my cunt and wastes no time pumping in and out of me. he lowers his head more as he returns to my clit, nibbling and kissing it. “mmph matt” my hands tug at his messy curls. his eye brows were brushed in every direction and his cheeks were painted with a light pink. he continues pumping into me as my back arches. i was on the verge of passing out due to his movements. i felt his fingers curl up and find my sweet spot.

matt continued to hit my g-spot and i felt the familiar knot return. “C-CLOSE” i whisper being worn out. “hold it.” matt snaps. the blue in his eyes completely disappeared. i couldn’t take it anymore, but i didn’t want it to stop.

matt continues to thrust his fingers into my pussy and rub harshly on my clit as i scream. not taking it anymore, i release all over his fingers.

“didn’t i tell you that you couldn’t cum yet?” matt mumbled. “ c-can’t hold any l-longer” i say as my body is worn out. i feel my body go limp as matt removes his fingers out of my pussy. he gets up and shifts so he’s sitting on the bed. i couldn’t open my eyes but i felt his move up again, this time lifting me up. he places me on his desk chair and throws my legs over each arm chair.

“since you can’t follow simple rules like a good girl, you’re going to take it one more time, and if you don’t hold it, well… i can go all fucking night.” matt snarks. i quickly shoot my eyes open in fear. the thought of going all night sounded intriguing, but i couldn’t even handle two orgasms.

i nod slowly at matt’s remarks and feel his swollen lips come in contact with my neck. his kisses were soft, but passionate. i moan softly at the sudden sensation and my hands reach for his hair one more time. matt begins to slide is gray sweatpants off along with his dark blue boxers. his dick is swollen and his tip was a harsh pink shade, leaking with precum.

with one quick touch, matt slips right into me, considering how wet i was. without letting me adjust matt begins to pound into me. one of his hands crept to my throat giving it a light squeeze while the other hand went to my clit once again rubbing and pinching harshly. “AH i’m t-too sensitive!” i scream my hand quickly trailing to matt’s wrist in attempt to move it away from my lower half. i quickly regret the action when matt’s hand squeezes my throat tighter.

“don’t even think about doing that again” matt says as he continues to push in and out of me. “s-sorry i just can’t take a-anymore” i cry. my face was red and the tears were everywhere. “yes you can. you will.” matt says. after a couple minutes of matt’s actions he lets out a groan. “fuck y/n, i’m close” matt says. both his hands come on either side of the desk chair as he pounds into me. the brown haired boys eyes were screwed shut and his eyebrows furrowed. “m-me too” i manage to say using every last bit of energy in me. “can i please cum matt?” i beg. i’ve been holding it since he began thrusting into me. “do you think you deserve it” matt mumbles. i nod my head quickly before he says “go ahead, cum you whore.”

without waiting any further, i release for the third time that night. matt rails me through my high before he finally reaches his climax. he releases long white strings into my as he removes his cock from inside of me.

finally catching my breath, i feel matt’s present leave the room before he comes back in.

*matts pov*

i return to the room with a towel and water for y/n. she was collapsed on the chair, her legs still spread as both our cums we’re seeping out of her. i walk over and clean her up gently. she winces at the touch and grabs my biceps for support. i smirk at her struggle to open her eyes. i smirk at her struggle to open her eyes. she mumbles something but it was almost inaudible. “speak up baby” i say as i begin to change the sheets. “can’t move” is all y/n can get out of her soft lips.

i quickly finish putting the new sheets on and throw the old ones in the wash. i walk over to my drawer and take out a pair of my boxers and a ransom t-shirt for y/n. picking her up gently, i place her on the bed and lift her legs up to skips the boxers on. i lift her back up and her head quickly fad on my chest and i attempt to put the t-shirt over her head. after i dress her up i walk over and change into a new pair of boxer and blue plaid pajama pants. i grab my hair brush and walk over to y/n.

“you’re hairs a mess baby let me brush it” i chuckle. y/n lets out a soft hum as i brush her beautiful hair . once im finished, i put the hairbrush on the nightstand and lift the covers as i pick y/n up and slips her underneath them. i plant a kiss on her forehead before walking onto the other side of the bed and getting in.

after a moment of silence y/n mumbles “does this mean your not mad at me anymore?” i let out a laugh before replying to her. “of course i’m not mad at you baby i couldn’t even if i tried.” with that, i grab y/n and she throws her legs and arms over me. her head was snuggled in the crook of my neck and i leaned my face at the top of her head as i plant a kiss there.

“my sweet girl, get some rest my love”

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Caught Stealing

Chapter 1

Lion Kaminski/Walter Kaminski x F!reader

SUMMARY: You finally found time to yourself. You had a week off of work which meant you could be a lazy bastard and drown yourself in trash tv and snacks. You should’ve known you weren’t getting that, especially with the neighborhood you live in. Before you could get too deep into relaxing you catch 2 little thief’s in your house. How would you deal with the two boys you caught stealing.

WC: 6.1k🥲

WARNINGS: weapon usage, swear words, mentions of blood, fighting (mentions), dancing/sex work (mention), bad neighbor/living space, kissing to early, breaking and entering, bruises (mentioned), sub!lion, F!reader, toxic sibling relationships, weak first chapter, home invasion/burglary. (Please please tell me if I missed any)

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CHAPTER 1: promise (slightly) fulfilled?

Your keys spun around on your finger. Clicking and clacking against each other, the sound had taken over your brain.

You were spent. Your job worked you to the bone that day but you were one lucky fucker because you didn’t have work for the rest of the week.

You had finally tossed the keys to the side—watching them hit the wall before you sank back into the couch. You had already eaten takeout, now you were just watching trashy tv in your shitty little apartment.

It was cheap, and it fit you and whatever fling you’d occasionally have over at the time.

If you ignored the terrible neighborhood, the horrendous water pressure, and the constant arguments you had with your landlord about doing the bare minimum—it was neat.

You grabbed the remote turning down the TV a bit so you could finally sleep. You needed the rest—and nobody was gonna prevent you from getting it.

You stirred on the couch, occasionally murmuring words and random shit as you were in and out of sleep. You thought you had turned the TV down before you fell asleep but clearly you didn’t.

You weakly tossed around your arms to find the remote, your face deep in the couch as you couldn’t care about anything else right now besides sleeping.

You finally reached it and clicked mute. But you kept hearing that mummering voice.

“Cmon, lion.” That voice you heard sounded strict…annoying. Like they were forcing someone to do something.

And it just kept mouthing off.

“We can just grab a few things, just a few and we’ll be set for the week. Besides, doesn’t even look like anybody is in there.”

You had had enough, you grabbed one of the pillows—smashing it over your head and holding it down as you tried to get back to sleep.

Your neighbors were just being loud as fuck as per usual again. That’s all you could think of.

But then you heard it.

A tap, then one more tap, and finally, glass shattering onto the floor.

And finally, whatever was there had your full undivided attention.

You sat up quickly, the pillow dropped to the floor and your heart had leaped out of your fucking body.

There was someone in your house.

You slid up as silently as you could—moving to the closet in your living room as quickly as you could. Luckily for you, this door didn’t have a god damn creeky sound when it closed so you were safe.

You reached into your pocket for your phone to call the police. You knew they wouldn’t come fast but hopefully they could help just a smidge.

You reached and didn’t feel it in your pants pocket, maybe your jacket pocket.

You reached there too and it wasn’t there. You had left it on the fucking table. You got up quickly but left one of the only things that could’ve saved you there.

Before you could panic—you heard another voice.

It sounded exhausted —like a tired man who wasn’t allowed rest. It was worn down but still had some toughness to it.

It sounded closer to you so you covered your mouth, relaxing yourself as best as you could as you listened.

“Stanley, we don’t need this. We can steal from anywhere else or go get something to eat quickly from somewhere. We ain’t gotta rob some random fucking person who’s probably not doing any better than us.”

You kept listening, waiting to hear what was going to be said in response.

“Cmon, lion, hurry up and grab something so we can get out of here. You wanna be hungry or what?”

So one was reasonable and wanted to leave…and the other was a complete dick head who wanted to rob you.

You tried your best to find something in the dark closet quickly to deal with them.

You didn’t have your phone and the police weren’t even gonna get there in time even if they tried.

You kept feeling around until you felt a flat top surface. Your hand slid down it more and more as it went from skinny to thick and you knew you had found your old bat.

You lucked up that night.

They could’ve had a weapon, could’ve been out to kill you, anything. But you were so tired and angry that you got woke up from someone trying to fucking rob you when you barley had anything that you kind of lost it.

Your hand reached towards the handle—hand shaking and flinching as it laid on the cold metal of the knob.

Your other hand clutched onto the bat tightly—prepared to swing and hit at any time.

And finally, you twisted and opened.

Your hands gripped the bat tightly as you ran out of the closet door like a madman, running into the first one you saw.

You just swung like crazy—hitting one of them in the leg as he fell over.

The one you hit was the first voice you heard. The unreasonable one. He didn’t look too strong, had a hell of a lot of facial hair, and wore a blue shirt with patterns on it.

“What the fuck, you crazy bitch!” He screamed, “Lion, do something man!”

The same man who was acting unreasonable and trying to convince his friend or little sidekick to rob you was now on your floor winning and calling you a crazy bitch.

You felt something in you snap.

“Who the fuck are you!?” You shouted. “You’re in my fucking house, trying to rob me and I’m the crazy one!?”

He dared to call you out of your name when you were the one getting robbed and he was the stranger.

You had honestly forgotten about the second one behind you until you felt his hand touch your back.

It was odd—he didn’t touch you roughly, like he was about to grab you up and slam you down. He just touched you to get your attention.

You turned around fast, bat still in hand as you swung.

And luckily.

You missed.

The other man had stood back just in time. He gripped his shirt. Trying to catch his breath as you two began looking at each other.

His hair was short and brown, didn’t even pass his ear. A scar on his face that rested near the dark circles under his eyes that could only come from sleepless nights. He was lean, had broad shoulders, and all.

He had on a zip-up grey jacket, with white and orange stripes meeting in the middle on his arm sleeves. His hands were still raised, trying to get you not to hit him.

They were bruised and beaten, like he had taken some punches and given some right back.

Your grip loosened on the bat for just a second until you heard that agitating voice yet again.

“Lion, take the fucking bat so we can go.” He just kept barking out orders to him and it was pissing you off.

You spun around bat raised and ready to hit him again then he quickly spoke.

“No no! Wait wait, we’re leaving right now Ms. I’m sorry we’ll pay for the window please.”

Your grip stayed tight on the bat but it lowered. You turned around to look at him again.

You knew his name by now, because whoever he was with kept saying it over and over. But you wanted to hear it from him.

“What’s your name, boy?” You asked, tone impatient—he knew you knew his name. But it was better he’d just let you hear what you wanted to hear.

“Lion, my name's Lion. And the guy on the floor, that’s my brother, Stanley.” He had some sort of pleading in his eyes. Like he was sorry you two were even here at this moment.

You just sighed. You were pissed, this guy broke into your house and was giving you puppy eyes. Then what he said finally registered in your brain. “I’m sorry, we’ll pay for the window.”

You had almost giggled thinking about it but you composed yourself before asking,

“How the fuck are you gonna pay for my window?” You had a genuine question. “You just broke into my house for what? Money, food? So how the fuck would you pay a window back?”

The room was silent.

No words were spoken and it felt like no one breathed.

The only thing that could be heard was the wind blowing against the curtains that remained on the curtain rod, reminding everyone constantly that the window was broken.

He looked like he had an answer and then it came out in a stutter.

“I er, I’ll.” He was trying his hardest to find a reasonable answer.

His hands were fidgeting with one another.

His eyes were darting everywhere. He was panicking badly and you could tell, You huffed, getting his attention back before you finally spoke.

“You’ll what, lion?” You sounded amused more than anything. He was really trying to find a response.

“Listen, I will pay you back. I promise and you have my word I will.” He sounded serious, and he was serious.

His eyes stopped darting to everything else and they were back on yours.

They said whatever his mouth couldn’t make out and they were pleading with you.

Hard.

You looked annoyed but amused. Your lips moved just a bit, giving him a little small side smile. You had forgotten his brother was there that entire time. He had finally shut his fucking mouth for once.

Your grip loosened on the bat, just having it at your side now to keep yourself up.

“Listen, lion.” You said, “If that’s even your real name, just take your brother and get the fuck out of here.”

You were pretty much done with this shit for the night. He looked serious when he said he’d pay you back but then again your landlord always looked serious when they said they’d fix your shit.

You wouldn’t know unless it actually happened.

“Thank you Ms…” he wanted to figure out what to call you, as if you two were about to become friends.

“Ms, don’t worry about it.” You said snappily as you watched him help his brother off the floor.

“Right, I’ll pay you back soon Ms don’t worry about it.” He spoke sweetly while being sarcastic. He even flashed you a smile.

You almost smiled back but you kept your composure. They tried to leave out of the window again and your eyes widened before yelling,

“THE FUCKING DOOR, LEAVE OUT THE DOOR!”

They froze for a second before you gestured towards the door again. They pulled themselves back inside, following you to the door.

Stanley was already out of the door. He said nothing more, not even an apology.

Lion, however, he just stopped in the doorway, leaning on the side a bit before starting another conversation.

“I promise you, I’ll get you that money. I’ll pay you back” he spoke seriously.

He sounded so adamant about it. And you wanted to believe his word but you couldn’t until the promise was kept.

“Listen, lion.”

You had finally dropped the bat and your hand rose to pat his cheek—you were trying to get him out of your doorway already. You've had enough broken promises in your life.

As soon as your palm touched his face you felt a flinch. He didn't expect your touch, probably wasn’t used to it either without it leading to a fight.

Your hand stayed there while you spoke though.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep—now hurry up and go, your brother is gone already.” You spoke in a calm tone, way softer than the way you were speaking before.

Lion's eyes widened just a smidge. He was frozen in the doorway for a bit before you gestured with your head to the side for him to go. He finally snapped out of it.

Stepping back just enough to where he was still close to you but outside of the door so you could close it at any time.

“Right, I’ll uh, I’ll see you?” He asked gently, waiting to see what you’d have to say.

This man had just tried to rob you with his brother and now he was not onto claiming he’d pay you back but also asking if he’d see you again as if you two were brunch friends.

You shot a smile at him before putting your hand on the knob closing the door slowly.

“Yeah…no, no you won’t.” You said it softly but you meant every word at that moment.

Before he could say anything back you slammed the door shut, locking it right behind you too.

Your back slid down the door, and you felt defeated. You knew you were gonna be the one paying for that shit. You knew you had the money to do so as well but you were saving for a car, a better house, all these things. And now you were about to have a chunk taken out of your savings to fix something you didn’t break.

As per fucking usual.

Your hands grabbed your face, rubbing and pulling at it to try and calm yourself down. You had looked up at the clock on your TV stand.

6:35 AM

You just let out a breath of defeat before standing up. You went to your room to check out the damages, grabbing the broom in the hallways whilst you made your way there.

In a way you had gotten lucky despite all the unlucky shit that happened to you earlier. All the glass had missed your bed and had fallen to the floor.

You just swept up whatever was there as you kept hearing Lion’s voice ring in your head.

“I promise I’ll pay for it.” “I’ll pay,” “I promise.”

It just kept ringing in your head—pissing you off more and more until you finally finished sweeping. You grabbed the dust pan before tossing it out into the trash.

You made one final round in the living room, grabbing your phone, the charger for it, and the bat just in case…

You just dropped everything on your bed before your attention went back to the window.

You looked out of the window—straight down at the fire escape stairs. Probably how they got in anyway. You just closed the blinds trying to keep some sort of privacy with the broken window before you finally laid down in your bed.

There wasn’t shit else you could do to fix it, besides you were fucking exhausted.

You scrolled on your phone for a few minutes, watching whatever came to your feed to distract you before you were finally asleep again.

When you woke up the sun was nearly setting. Your face was sticky from drool and your phone was still running.

You just rubbed at your face to wake yourself up before you lazily tossed your arm around to find the charger for your phone.

You laid right back down and got right back to scrolling your time away on the phone until you finally got bored and hungry.

You wanted to melt away in bed all day—sit and sulk about that window forever. But you couldn’t. You at least had to eat something. You sat up, walking to the kitchen to work on cooking with whatever groceries you had left in your house.

Your hand pressed against pasta noodles, cracking them in half before getting water and a pot to boil them in.

You plopped down on the couch, grabbing the remote as you flicked through trashy TV hoping to eventually find something good until you heard it.

‘Knock, ‘Knock.

It wasn’t the usual heavy banging knock that you’d get from your neighbors or kids playing ding song ditch on your door.

You didn’t have any fling coming over or any company.

Before you could think about who it was, the knocking picked right back up.

‘Knock, ‘Knock, ‘Knock.

It was faster this time like it was in a rush. You looked out the peephole hole and whoever you saw had their face covered.

You weren’t trying to deal with getting robbed a second time, so you slid the door chain in and unlocked the door to speak to whoever was fucking with you. You had nothing else to do so you might as well humor them and entertain yourself.

“Who the fuck are you?” You asked

The figure finally pulled down their hood and you knew exactly who it was before they even spoke.

“Right, it’s me, Lion? Dude who broke in yesterday?” He gave a little smile as he waited to be let in.

He looked like he was tossed the fuck around today. One of his eyes was swollen, and he had blood on his face and in his mouth. You wanted to ask questions but at the same time this fucker was back at your house the very next day after what he did.

“Sorry, no I don’t know a Lion…” you spoke sarcastically waiting to see what he’d do.

He looked at your apartment number before rubbing his head. He figured he must’ve had the wrong number.

“Right, sorry Ms.” he said, “Have a good night.”

You closed the door once he finished speaking. You kept thinking about his promise, the way he looked at you the other day, and the fact he came back while looking a mess.

Pressed your head against the door trying to fight any urge to let him in. Even banging your head against it lightly before you finally sighed.

Your heart took control of your mind for a second as you unlatched the door chain and opened the door. You stood in the hallway as he kept walking down to leave before you screamed.

“Lion,” you shouted, trying to quickly get his attention.

He spun back almost instantly as he pulled his hood down. His smile was still red from the blood in his mouth but he tried to look as sweet as possible. His eye was swollen—glued shut. He had dried blood on his cheek like he had just killed somebody.

You looked a bit frightened at his appearance but you had seen worse. You didn’t know why you felt like it was such a big deal seeing it on him.

“Get in here before I change my mind.” You said softly, trying to get him to pick up his pace before anyone saw him out here.

He smiled as he stumbled to the door before speaking to you again.

“Yes ma’am.”

You just let him slip past you before shutting the door. He stood with his back against the wall like he wasn’t allowed to sit on anything until you said he could.

You shook your head before walking back into the kitchen preparing whatever you had left on the stove. You looked over your shoulder as you saw him leaning up a bit closer to inhale the scent of whatever you were making.

“Is that Alfredo?” He whispered, he seemed genuinely curious about it too.

“Yes…”

“Can I have some?”

Both of you were silent as you just looked at each other. Neither of you spoke a word for a minute, you just listened to the tv in the background making noise and the sound of your spoon stirring the food together.

The silence was starting to grow annoying so you finally spoke, breaking the uncomfortableness that was growing in the room.

“Why are you here Lion?”

You had every right to ask—he showed up late in the day, beaten, bruised, and clearly hungry. You told him he wouldn’t be seeing you again but clearly he didn’t like that answer.

He gave a tired smile. “Right, I uh, got some money.”

He stumbled over to the kitchen, clearly in pain from whatever fight he had gotten into earlier as he plopped 50 bucks on the table.

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise. He was seriously here to pay you back or at least try to.

You turned your back on him as you grabbed a plate to eat.

You smiled to yourself. “How’d you get the money? You killed somebody?”

“No, no promise I didn’t.” He said, “I uh, I’m a fighter. If I win I get money but sometimes even if I don't win I get some money and I didn’t win today but we got some money and I was gonna bring it to ya know, pay off the window.”

You spun back around as your eyes met his.

“You’re fighting to get your ass kicked like this? You're a madman.” You said,

You pushed off the counter—walking towards him as he stepped back a bit to make room as if there wasn’t enough already. You pulled out a chair on the side of the table he stood by before tapping his face again.

He winced in pain as you saw his jaw clench up. You knew how to clean him up and patch him up and you’d do just that since he was keeping his promises.

“Sit down.”

He just nodded before plopping himself into the chair. You walked back to the counter grabbing another plate.

If he was hungry, you’d feed him.

You filled his plate with food and slid him a fork to. Before you could even sit down and dig into yours he was already halfway done with his plate.

“Your really fucking hungry…” You said.

His cheeks were full like a squirrel storing food. “It scho good.”

He was thanking you with a mouthful of food. You were surprised he didn’t choke. You were only halfway through your plate when he had already finished his.

He stared at you in silence for a second. Like he had a question on his mind that he just wouldn’t ask.

Your mouth was full with noodles so you rolled your fork around in the air gesturing for him to speak as you waited to hear what he would say.

“You uh, you got seconds…”

You just gave a soft smile before swallowing whatever food you had left in your mouth. You got up and made him a second plate the second you finished yours and he was right back to stuffing his face.

“So where’s your brother?” You asked, trying to start a conversation back up.

He raised his finger for you to wait, taking a second to swallow his food before talking.

“He’s uh, at the place we’re staying.” He said, “he doesn’t even know I’m gone, figured he wouldn’t be too happy at the idea of me giving out money.”

His brother was a fucking dickhead. Probably the reason he was all beat up too.

You didn’t even respond. You just kept taking in his beaten and bruised appearance. You eventually looked at his hands and those were somehow more fucked than his face.

You stood up from the table, leaving him there as you went to the linen closet down the hall—Grabbing a first aid kit and anything else you would probably need to patch him up.

When you came back he had finished his plate again and just sat there quietly waiting for whatever was next.

“Cmon, intruder.” You teased.

He stood up, following you to wherever you two were going. You lead him to your bedroom patting the bed for him to sit down.

He felt something hard, a lumpy shape, and pulled it from under the sheets.

It was the bat you had last night. He just smiled and you shook your head before tossing it to the side.

You were cleaning the blood off his face and knuckles with alcohol and peroxide. He’d wince every now and then having you freeze before you went right back to it.

He was tapping his foot against the floor, you could tell the silence was bothering him so you spoke.

“So, Lion.”

“Hm?”

You tossed one of the wipes aside, picking up a new one to clean any leftover blood.

“You got any other way to make money?” You asked, “Besides getting your face beat in?”

“Well, we work at this little clothing place. Doesn’t pay much though. That’s why I fight. Quick cash for me and Stanley as long as I win.” He sounded defeated. He didn’t sound too proud of what he did to make a living but you weren’t one to judge.

You danced to pay for medical school. It wasn’t cheap in the slightest. People still found a way to look down on you for dancing even if it was for a good cause. So you didn’t tell anyone.

Silence filled the air again before you plopped beside him on the bed picking the conversation back up.

“Where do you stay Lion?”

“A motel for now.”

“For now?”

“We’re gonna have to bounce eventually and find somewhere else to crash.” He said, "money's growing thin.”

You picked his hand up, wrapping it in tape since you were finally done cleaning it off.

This man who was robbing you a day ago was now sitting on your bed getting patched up by you and telling you how he didn’t have anywhere to stay.

You wanted to stay angry, and you couldn’t believe you didn’t. You just smiled before speaking.

“You got a phone?”

“Yea…”

“Give it to me.”

He didn’t ask any questions like anyone else would’ve. He just waited for you to finish wrapping his hand before he reached into his pocket pulling out a messed-up phone.

It had a few cracks here and there and was about to die. You read the time and it was 8:00pm already. You ignored it and swiped up to his contacts.

His brother had called him almost 30 times already. You knew that he knew. He just didn’t wanna talk to him and you respected it.

You clicked onto the keypad putting your number in it and your name before tossing it on his lap.

“You got a pretty name…” he said, giving a weak smile.

“Thanks.”

He stayed seated on the edge of the bed while you got up. His eyes were following you like you were something he needed to pay attention to. You tossed him the remote watching it drop onto the bed.

“I’ll be right back, don’t touch shit but the remote.” You said, “Find us something to watch.”

He didn’t understand why you were saying us. But he did what you asking just flicking through channels until he found a interesting enough movie.

You went to the linen closet again putting up any thing you left out when you were patching him up before reaching in it to grab blankets.

You came back to the room standing in the doorway as his head rose back up to watch you.

You exhaled slowly. “Listen, it’s late. I’m not about to send you back in the night when you look like you’ve almost been killed. But I’m also not letting you sleep on the couch because we’ll, you're a thief for all I know. So you can sleep in here.”

He smiled softly. “I think I’d steal forever if I got treated this generously whenever I do it.”

You laughed at his stupid remark before tossing the blanket at his head.

“Just say thank you next time.” You said, still smiling a bit from his little joke.

“Thank you…”

You grabbed a pillow from your bed tossing it on the floor for him as well as the blankets before you made a little makeshift palette.

You felt a little bad for having him sleep on the floor, but he didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t even expect to be allowed in.

Both of you laid in your spots. You were on the bed looking at the ceiling and he was on the floor staring at the tv. You leaned off the side of the bed, rustling the sheets before speaking to him.

“Lion, you woke?”

“Yea, can’t sleep. What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Just got a question.”

You waited to see if he’d be willing enough to answer, watching as he sat up. He had ditched his shirt while he was under the blanket and you finally got a better view of his body.

He was definitely a fighter, he had bruises on his side and a nice lean build.

“Ask away…” he said, waiting patiently to hear whatever you wanted to know.

“Your name…is your real name Lion? Seems like an interesting choice on your parents' end.”

He looked a bit embarrassed, turning his head away from you as he began fidgeting with his hands. He just exhaled as quietly as he could. You could see it in the way his demeanor changed that that was probably something he didn’t wanna answer.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, really!”

“No no, it’s fine, seriously.”

It got uncomfortably silent yet again and you weren’t just about to keep watching trash tv when you could be having conversation with someone.

You were ready to just ask a different question but before you could get one out he started to speak again

“I don’t tell many people, but it’s uh Walter…”

You didn’t speak.

Just listened to whatever else he had to add onto that.

“Lions, just a nickname that kind of became my name. But my name's Walter, Walter Kaminski.”

“Just don’t go telling nobody, it’s top secret.” He teased, giggling just for a short second before the room fell back into silence, occasionally stopped by whatever was on TV.

You didn’t say a word and neither did he.

You both just let his name linger in the air for a second before you decided what else to say.

You moved—letting your feet hang off the bed before you stood before him. His head finally rose, no longer looking at himself but back at you.

Your hand slid underneath his chin, lifting it softly as he let it happen. His chin rested in your hand like it was meant to be there.

You pressed onto his face softly as he winced—he wasn’t healed completely, still sore from the fight.

Your lips formed a soft side smile, rubbing his chin one more time before your lips finally parted to say something.

“Walter…why’d you come back here with that money?”

His eyes grew open just a smidge. You had his full attention now and made sure his eyes stayed on you by not letting go of his chin.

“Because I promised.” He spoke softly, he seemed vulnerable enough to be completely honest with you.

“Why’d you break in in the first place?”

He looked away—trying to focus his attention on a wall while answering this one until you pressed his chin getting his attention right back.

“Look at me, Walter.” You said, “Why?”

“Me and Stanley…we needed some extra cash. I didn’t wanna do it, but I also didn’t wanna fight. I was still patching up from one that happened earlier that week. He saw the apartment complex and he picked a random window. Said we’d be in and out, and clearly we weren’t but uh.”

“Uh, what?”

He paused for a second—your other hand went to the back of his head, pushing him closer to you. His face was almost resting on your torso.

You could see he wanted to lean in, but something was holding him back. You just kept stroking his hair and holding his face up.

“Well?” You asked again—reminding him that he had just stopped talking.

“I know, this may be weird to say but—I’m kind of glad he made us come here. Because I got taken care of and fed by a pretty stellar-looking lady.”

You smiled at his compliments before pressing your thumb into his cheek. He started leaning into your hand just a bit. Lying his head to rest on it like it was a pillow meant only for him.

“Flattery gets you nowhere.”

“Well, it got me in your bedroom.” He teased, he wasn’t wrong though.

Anyone else would’ve called the fucking cops or beat him and his brother into the fucking ground.

But you were over here feeding him like he was one of the neighborhood strays. He was in his own way too.

Your finger kept tracing his cheek and your other hand kept stroking his hair. There was something about him that you were glued to.

There was something so perfect about him—even while being beaten and bruised. He was beautifully broken in your eyes.

You looked away from him for a second. Your eyes now staring at the makeshift pallet you had made for him to lie on.

It was decent.

Somewhere ok to just lie for the night.

Then you looked back at him. His eyes were now closed as he just kept his head in your hand. He was dozing off to sleep already.

You looked at him then back at the bed, you lay resting. It was big enough, and had enough space for two people…

“Walter.” You whispered his name softly, trying to wake him back up before he was completely out of it.

He just nodded—ready to hear whatever you had to say.

You pressed your thumb right back into his cheek.

“Come lie with me.”

His eyes opened back up again as he lifted out of your hand looking straight up at you again.

“I can sleep on the floor—you don’t gotta share.”

He scooted back over, getting ready to sleep in the space you made for him. You stopped standing, letting your knees go weak as you sat right beside him—rubbing his thigh softly as he looked dead at you.

Your foreheads were almost touching and you could practically taste each other's breaths at this moment. You inhaled him as best as you could and he did the same for you.

He reeked of cheap cologne and had faint hints of whiskey mixed in there. It was perfect for you.

The once unbearable silence seemed perfect for the moment.

Your hand stopped resting on his thigh, tracing up and down on it now—drawing invisible lines with your fingers as he was trying to keep himself together.

“Walter.”

“Yes?”

“Come lay with me.”

Your hand left his thigh—going right back up to his face to hold it again.

Your other hand got back to work stroking his hair as you saw his lips part quickly. Your forehead still kept close to his as you wanted to hear what he’d say or do.

You scratched the back of his head softly before stroking it again as you heard the faintest little whimper.

Lions eyes were closed, he probably didn’t even notice the sound he made but you certainly did. You wouldn’t tell him though, it was for your ears only.

“Cmon.” You pulled your hand away from his face as he tried to follow it without even noticing.

You stood up to face the bed but kept your hand down to help him up.

A few seconds passed, you had almost pulled your hand away until you finally felt it.

His hand finally gripped around yours—squeezing tight as he pushed himself off the floor.

You smiled to yourself before sliding into the bed, enjoying the cold sheets that would soon turn warm from both of your bodies' heat.

As soon as you got your spot he followed right after you.

You turned around to speak to him one last time before tapping out for the night but his back was turned to you. Like he wasn’t allowed to look at you or be in bed with you.

You faced his back—scooting closer and closer until your face was pressed against it. You felt him flinch due to the sudden touch but he scooted into it.

“Is this ok?” You asked, you wanted to touch him but you wouldn’t if he didn’t want it.

“Mhm…”

“I wanna hear you say it.”

Walter stopped speaking for a second. You had prepared to back away and drop it for the night but he finally responded,

“Yes. It’s ok.” He whispered, leaning in closer as your face was now practically melted on his back.

Your arm wrapped around his sides holding him close like he was going to run away if you didn’t.

You sniffed in his scent one more time before pressing a soft kiss on his back. You were probably pushing the limit but you knew he’d stop you if you were.

“Goodnight, Walter.” You whispered to him even though he was probably already asleep.

“‘night.”

You smiled before nuzzling back into his back.

He hadn’t even given you half of the money back already so if he was gonna keep his promise he would have to keep coming back. And you would cherish every visit because you’d never know if that one was the last.

[yeosbbm]

NSFW Ateez Thoughts+ Headcanons

(some based on astrology wink wink)

MDNI !!

A/N: Simply a Drabble of what I think each member would be into and kinks until I finish my next fic which will probably be later tonight or tmr 😭

Seonghwa:

yes this man is a head game mvp and yes you’ll have hickies on your inner thighs

would be a tiddies man, but a leg man too tbh the size doesn’t matter either

will rip tights or fishnets off of you, lightly bite your calf while it’s balanced on his shoulder, gripping your thigh.. trailing up your leg before he finger fucks you

with his moon and venus sign I feel like he would most DEF have emotional sex, you got into an argument ? makeup sex. Haven’t seen each in forever ? He will be insatiable. You’re sad or stressed ? His mouth can help you feel better

Mommy Hwa is REALLL !

he eats shy girls UPPPPP for breakfast lunch and dinner like I need a hwa x shy listener fic made

Hongjoong:

has a photo album of you giving him brain and other freaky stuff on his phone and looks around before opening it to make sure members don’t see 💀

The jealousy/possessive sex would be crazy

He’ll either be petty as hell and make some snide remarks like after making you cum hard he’d be like “could he make you dumb like this ? probably not right ?”

Or he’d overstim you like a MADDDD MAN to prove a point

deep stroke champ like seriously

Will have you stuttering + speaking nonsense during sex by having you speak so he’ll hear you flustered..like he’ll ask about your day and then speed his hips up and while you can’t finish your sentence he’ll go “come on talk to me baby…”

will lay back and have you ride him/be on top after a longgg day at the studio

needs to be the best you ever had

Yunho:

He purposely gives you his clothes with the main purpose being to fuck you in them at some point of the day

after a shower you’ll ask him to bring you some clothes bc you forgot to grab some & instead of your own clothes he gives you a shirt and boxers of his and now look,, you’re in missionary with the shirt on 🫵🏽

Future Dilf Yunho is VERY VERY REAL !!

Sigh…the infamous size kink…no but he’d literally press his weight against you to keep you in place especially if you’re squirming too bad

his birth chart makes me feel like aftercare would be so rejuvenating and sweet when it comes to him ykwim like it would be amazingg

Dude I know he’s an ass man or likes thicker/curvier people

Yeosang:

EEEEEEEEVVVILLLLLLLLL [mermaid man voice]

like he’d be all shy and quiet and be like “sorry I’m nervous” and then has you on the bed done and fucked out in the end while sitting there just “🙂”

I feel like he has a size kink like yunho since he’s so strong and built but not to the same extent

I am sooo for the idea that yeo likes seeing his s/o in lingerie like that’s so real

most definitely whispers in your ear with his deep husky voice during it all

hes holding your legs open while eating you and notices that you’re covering your face and holding your voice so he kisses his way up to your ear and goes “cmon love why’re you hiding from me.” while bringing his fingers in .

HE KNOWS WHAT HES DOINGGGGG

Gentle manhandling enthusiast

San:

Yes, yes he is the boyfriend that keeps you from going out the house to party by fucking you before/during you getting ready to leave

You’re doing the final bits of your makeup and you have to do your hair + get dressed but allll of a sudden San comes in and asks where you going and then you say a party and nowww he’s suddenly “you’re so pretty..let me look at you.” and now your makeup is ruined and clothes are GONE !

Switch San is REAL GUYS

Crazy stamina + positions you will be taking a quick nap after you two are through and yes he will take photos of you knocked out to laugh at later

This one writer said that if San smoked he’d pass it to you during sex and man. I am so in love with that idea . This can be found on @atinysuh ‘s account !

Mingi:

He gives aftercare but I feel like even so he’d want to be babied after too like be sooo nice and sweet to him please

I like to imagine Mingi being into older women and if not older women, women in powerful positions or confident/dominant women

Has a huge praise kink

like think about him going down on you and lightly tugging his hair and praising him sooo much while he’s between your legs he’d go ham as soon as you utter “Fuck it feels so good Mingi..” he will make SURE you cum in the next 2 mins

This is lowkey unserious but like I imagine that pussy puts him to sleep like 💀

I personally believe he’s a switch but when he does dom he is the biggest flirt and dirty talker with the upmost confidence

Wooyoung:

Same as Mingi I like to think he’d be into older women or women in positions of power

He probably has such a random libido or finds you doing the most normal/conventional things sexy

You’ll be cooking dinner later into the evening and while you’re at the stove stirring up the food he’d come from behind and wrap his arms around you, it seems innocent until he begins kissing + nibbling on your ear and lightly pressing himself into you from behind while muttering about how sexy you look

We all know he loves to be scolded + degraded like he’ll pick small arguments just to hear you mad at him because it turns him on

You’ll tell him to slow down and him being the brat he is he’ll speed up for a bit or he will slow down but goes harder than earlier

He’s probably super into people who have an alt or at least a darker aesthetic and style

Jongho:

With his birth chart if you kiss his neck..he is DEFINITELY GONNA DEVOUR YOU plus he confirmed himself that he likes neck kisses

He is a thigh riding enthusiast.

Is 100% fully a dom and lowkey I feel like he cares more for giving to you rather than receiving back unless he asks

Tease him too bad and you WILL get consequences..whether it’s edging, teasing you 3x more, or even spanking you a couple times

Would take you out to eat and playfully tease you in the restaurant just so you can beg him to go home to fuck + he isn’t asking for the bill until you beg good enough

FUTURE ! SUGAR DADDY! JONGHO IS REALLL (but you’ll love giving + getting sugar from him)

Even if he wasn’t a sugar daddy he most def is the provider boyfriend

like I just know the morning after a night of sex he’ll leave before you wake up to go to work and you’ll check your phone and see he dropped a couple bands into your bank account “For being his good girl.”

Is it obvious I’m Jongho biased LMFAOO

[delimeats-000]

Heyyy! So what if the reader is having attitude all day and then when Matt and her are alone he says that one line for the car video “if your gonna talk out of your ass turn around so I can hear you better” and you can take it from there 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Turn Around

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: smut..

note: idk man read it or don't

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matt's pov:

“i dont understand how you can be so full of yourself matthew!”

matthew, turns me on but i know shes pissed.

“oh please you’re being more dramatic than usual.” i say waving off the argument.

“i’d rather be dramatic than not care at all.” y/n mumbles

i turn from closing the door and face her, “if you’re gonna talk outta your ass, at least turn around so i can hear you better.”

instantly she goes silent. mouth agape, brows furrowed, and mind boggled.

she walks over to the closet pushing past me harshly, “you would love that wouldn’t you?” she mumbles once again.

walking up behind her i grab her by the back of the neck.

“yes, i would.”

y/n pov:

kissing down my neck he stops at my shoulder before licking a strip to my ear.

a shiver runs down my spine and i know he feels it as i am now pressed up against his stomach.

i can feel the print of his dick pressing up against me.

i turn facing him over my shoulder pressing gentle kisses against his lips. “all quiet now, huh?”

“dont ruin this matthew.”

“fuck i love when you call me that.” he spins me around my chest againt his, lifting me up he walks to the bed and throws me down.

he pulls off his shirt and looks down at me, “strip.”

i smile sitting up on my elbows, i peel away each article slowly trying to tease him as much as i can. once i get down to my bra and panties he leans over me pulling me in for a rough kiss.

one hand behind my back to unclasp my bra, while his other hand reaches to rub my clothed slit.

he slips two finger into the waistband snapping it back onto my hips.

“matt, please”

“please what princess?”

“fuck me.”

he flips me over, “hands and knees.” he demands. he slaps a hand straight down onto my ass, “arch, now.”

i do as im told hoping he’ll just fuck me sooner, “such a good girl, no more attitude.”

he runs his thick cock up and down my pussy, slowly sliding it in letting me feel every inch i cry out from the delicious pain of the stretch.

i have nothing to say, he's right no more attitude. all i can think about is how matt fills me so good.

"tell me how good it feels pretty baby." he says slowly thrusting.

his hands roaming my back, one tracing my spine while the other holds my hip tightly.

"fuck matthew, so fuc-fucking full of yourself"

he smacks my ass with one swift motion, like muscle memory.

"thats not very nice baby, why don't you just do what you're told."

"just fuck me and shut up matt"

he smacks my ass one more rime before thrusting harder. i can feel him twitching inside of me.

kicking backwards i hit him in the leg. pushing him off.

"what do you think you're doing?"

"shut up." i turn and push him onto the bed.

i straddle his waist lining him up with my entrance. he moans as i sink down onto him. "oh shit"

"awww you sound so pretty honey"

"go faster- please"

"keep begging" i smile looking down at him.

"fuck- off" he cries.

suddenly, i stop. my hand lands on his throat.

"oh no baby, you cant talk like that to me. thats not very nice."

he throws his head back, allowing my hand more access to his neck. "be a good boy, and ill let you cum"

"yes- yes ok" he nods, and i let go.

i bounce on top of him quickly with his hands on my tits i feel him twitching once more. "cmon baby i know you wanna cum, cum inside me pretty boy"

just then spurts of cum fill me and when the euphoria takes over i let go too.

"FUCK MATTHEW"

"dont stop dont stop FUCK" he groans.

i finally stop and lay on top of him, head in the crook of his neck, sweat dripping, breath heavy.

"that was great"

"fuck yeah"

"i should make you mad more often."

"fuck off mathew."

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hope you liked this, new fic every 2 days so send requests or wtv

love ya to bits🫀

[slut4christopherr]

— THE PARTY —

part 6…(all other parts pinned on my blog 💓)

a/n: ive decided to turn my caps on because it looks sm better 😭

warnings: arguing/angst, swearing, yelling, a tiny bit of smut (if i forgot any then lmk please!)

summary: you and Chris had gotten steamy in the hotel room. until Matt knocks on the door.

chris talking = orange

matt talking = blue

reader talking = pink

Chris’s smirk widens, his hand moving lower, fingers tracing circles on your hipbone.

“You’re starting to convince me…”

He says, stepping closer to you.

“But I don’t wanna piss off Matt any more than I already have…”

His lips find their way to your neck, kissing and biting gently, sending shivers down your spine. His hands continue to roam your body, moving lower, his touch leaving a trail of fire on your skin.

“But then again…”

He murmurs against your skin, his breath hot on your neck.

“I’ve never been good at following rules…”

Your heart races, knowing exactly where this is headed. The growing erection in his pants. His tone. The way his breath grew raggedy and heavy. You. Knew.

His body presses fully against yours, his growing erection now impossible to ignore. He nips at your earlobe, his voice dropping to a rough whisper.

“I suppose a few extra minutes wouldn’t hurt…”

Suddenly..

*BANG BANG BANG*

Matt’s voice comes through the door quietly.

“Dude, cmon!”

Chris lets out a frustrated groan as he hears Matt’s knock at the door.

“Damn it, why now?”

He mutters, his eyes locking back onto yours, his expression torn.

Chris raises his voice a bit so Matt can hear him.

“Jus’ a minute dude!”

You sigh, feeling frustrated. You wanted to stay in the hotel room with Chris. But at the same time you couldn’t. Something was holding you back. Something way bigger than you. Maybe it’s because it’s Matt’s brother. Finally, you find your voice.

“Chris, we should just go..”

Chris takes a deep breath, clearly not thrilled about the idea of leaving the comfortable solitude of the hotel room, but nods reluctantly.

“You’re right…”

He mutters, stepping back from you, his hands falling away from your body.

“Let’s go see what my dumbass brother wants.”

A grin tugs at the corner of your mouth.

He moves towards the door, you not far behind, his expression neutral, and opens it, revealing Matt standing outside.

“What is it?”

He asks, his voice clearly edged with irritation.

Matt’s eyes flick between the two of you, noticing how close you are standing to each other.

His expression hardens as he eyes his brother, knowing exactly why he didn’t want to come see him straight away.

“Can I talk to you outside for a sec Chris?”

He asks curtly.

Chris glances back at you, clearly not wanting to leave your side.

“It’s fine, just go, I’ll wait here.”

He nods, reluctantly, and steps out into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

The door shuts, leaving you to wait inside, curiosity stirring as you wonder what they're talking about. You can hear snippets of the conversation outside, but nothing clear enough to understand what's being said.

The conversation outside grows more and more heated as the minutes pass. Matt’s voice is stern and authoritative, while Chris’s voice remains defiant and irritated. You can tell they’re having a serious discussion, but the words are still too muffled to make out.

You step closer to the door and press your ear up against it, straining to hear the conversation taking place outside.

The sound is still muffled, but you can make out fragments of the argument between Chris and Matt.

Matt’s voice is firm and disapproving, while Chris’s is irritated and defiant. You can’t quite understand the words they’re saying, but their tone is enough to give you a sense of the tension between them.

The sudden sound of a raised voice startles you, causing you to jump back slightly. It’s clear that Matt and Chris’s argument has escalated to a new level of intensity. Matt yells back.

“Just stay the fuck away from her dude! I’m sorry but you have a new girl every week and i’m NOT going to let you do that to her.”

You can hear Chris’s voice, although it’s a bit muffled, it’s clear that he’s getting frustrated.

“You’re being ridiculous Matt! She’s not some plaything for me, you’re acting like a paranoid idiot.”

Matt responds, his voice growing more agitated.

“I know you, Chris! You’ll just play with her feelings and then move onto the next one. I won’t let you hurt her like that.”

Listening to their argument, your stomach twists with unease. You can’t help but wonder how much of what Matt’s saying is true.

Is it just a drunken overreaction, or is he truly concerned about Chris’s track record of fleeting relationships?

a/n: This cliffhanger.. Y’all better be waiting on part 7, anyways! Thank you so much for reading!!

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