#picking out which one is at the same angle that I drew it at cause I’m short and draw everything at a stupid angle 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

[chibishortdeath]

Aaaaaaa I keep forgetting to take pictures of anything AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Silly Ratchet doodle rq while I take several hundred photos :3 (my onedrive or whatever it’s called hates me)

[ambyandony]

shortcuts I took to make drawing the squatizi comic easier

Used a photo reference for the backgrounds (note: this actually made it harder, I couldn’t figure out which beach was in the picture I was looking at so I only had one angle)

(note 2: I didn’t trace the photo or anything but I did colour pick from it)

made Squalo’s towel fall off his shoulder because it looked awkward and it remains on the ground for the rest of the comic . That stupid fucking blue towel.

for fun I made it visibly do this like you can just see it slowly slide off

didn’t overline the background characters and made them all a solid colour cause fuckem

didnt even draw the background characters in one of the panels even though the lesbians probably still should’ve been visible . I just have to assume Squalo is in the exact position on the frame where they just aren’t visible behind him

there’s a rock in the background but I didn’t draw it at all when the camera angle was facing only tiziano because I fucking hate that rock

If I don’t like how something looks and it’s inconsequential to the overall panel and in a corner I just deform the panel so it’s covered. Cause fuckit

covered one of Squalo’s hands with Tiziano’s hair while they were hugging because it looked wonky and I redrew it too many times

accidentally drew Tiziano’s hair wrong in one panel. That wasn’t a shortcut I just fucked it up and by the time I realised I’d already coloured and shaded it and it sucks and I want to fix it

used speech bubbles to hide shit I didn’t like

used a grid to write most of the dialogue

chibified the boyfriends for 2 panels but that was more because the panels were very tiny.

I would say having Squalo’s arms covering his chest for the first half but that was intended and not a shortcut

One side of Tiziano’s hair was originally over his shoulder but it was very annoying so I scrapped it . Except for exactly one panel where I could not draw his neck/collarbone right in that exact area.

the other side IS partially on his shoulder but not fully. I just think it looks more elegant that way but it has the added benefit that I don’t have to think too hard about shading his neck . Thank fuck for men with long hair 🙌

Tiziano’s hair length is inconsistent because I was having trouble making it not look awkward in certain poses

not drawing the lips

Tiziano takes his stupid sunglasses off for exactly one panel because I could not make them look good and then he puts them back up on his forehead because he needed a free hand and had nowhere else to put them. He is not shown doing this

I save Squalo’s freckles till the last step. Squalo’s freckles go on when I’m done with everything else so I have GOT TO REMEMBER TO PUT THE FUCKING FRECKLES ON ITS GONNA BE SOOOO ANNOYING IF I POST HIM WITH NO FRECKLES

The background characters with speaking roles have the exact same hair and skin colour and I drew their faces simplified even when they’re visible up close for one panel because speaking roles or not they are still background characters. Even though I named them.

as an artistic choice I didn’t refine the lineart in the central panel of page 1 (inadvertently made it easier it was actually a choice for the aesthetic of the panel)

Didn’t try very hard to draw the back of Squalo’s hair.

things that did not make the comic easier

Adding extra panels . and reworking all the dialogue from the previous version because it was awkward

themed dialogue fonts

I HANDWRITE ALL THE DIALOGUE MYSELF ALL OF IT. AND I DECIDED TO FUCKING MAKE THE TITTLES ON THE IS AND JS CUSTOM FOR SQUALO AND TIZIANO. AMONG OTHER THINGS. HELP ME

drawing Squalo’s stupid nose broken

the last minute inclusion of the Portuguese Man O’ War

not knowing how to draw nipples

changing background character with speaking role #2’s swimsuit top and not knowing how to draw boobs

THOSE STUPID FUCKING SUNGLASSES

I draw Tiziano’s eyes so fucking detailed. Because he is beautiful

Emphasising Squalo’s musculature

not saving the base skin colour I used for Tiziano OR Squalo before I started shading

drawing them hugging. 3 1/2 times.

making this post instead of finishing it

[mynamewess]

Aizawa Shota

Trivia: •Aizawa is able to stand on just his hind legs and walk around without losing his balance •He had a hell of a grouth spert at around his last months in UA, being as tall if not taller than Yamada, and apiered unsettling lanky for about a month or two •Aizawa has scars absolutly fuck shit everywhere, but i only drew the ones that are most visible on his ref, i usualy bullshit any scars sometimes when im drawing him at diferent angles •Trans rights

Vicrom ??? (Last name unknown)

Trivia:

●Vicrom's quirk, Overdoes, makes the senses of any one effected to become hyper sensative/activated to 1000%, making light blinding, being touched agonyzing, etc. Along with having a lack of depth perception and involintary quirk activation (depending on the quirk). Thoughts been discovered that if his venom is ingested very slowly it can make a dragon week and groggy. The effect of Vicrom's quirk take's a few seconds to kick in no mater if his foe is moving or not, but a dart-full of his venom affects almost anyone imedialtly

●Vicrom can control weather or not his strikes contain venom

●He's much younger in his ref banner than in his ref itself

●Im still not sure how much time pased, but a while after the organisation that ran the underground fights he participated in where shut down by heros, he was "contracted" by 3 other criminals to make a drug using his quirk. Vicrom would agree but only if one of them could beat him in a 1v1, after the 3 dont manage to win against him they essentialy cheat by one of them picking a fight again and another choping his tail off, ubducting him once he lost conssiosness from blood loss. But atleast they where kind enough to get some one to re attach his tail

●The drug thats created with Vicrom's quirk often gets confused with Triger, since it some times causes the consumer's quirk to activate, depending on the indivitaul's quirk

Backstory: Big man's was basically born into a life of crime, at one point his "dad" started to put him into dangerous situations so that he would hopefully get hurt and die, but Vicrom would always come out of what he was put to mostly un scaved. At one point (since they mostly lived in the under ground cities where crime is usualy held), Vicrom was thrown into into a cage fight (maybe because he was caught stealing or something), and he ended up besting one of the champion fighter, that's when his ability was noticed by his dad and how he was able to survive all the shit he was put through.The thrill and cheers he heard from the croud is what got him to keep fighting (and it filled his ego), and he started making money from fighting.

Shinsou Hitoshi

Trivia:

●Either one of Shinsou's parents or grandparents are from the same arctic continent that Shirakumo comes from, which is why he's much larger than most of his classmates

●He is able to stand on his hind legs since he needs his forearms to use his capture weapon, but he hasn't gotten the full hang of it like Aizawa, he stumbles every so often and struggles to walk without touching the floor or falling if he doesn't have his hind legs in the most demonic positions

●Shinsou can recreate Aizawa's voice frighteningly well without his persona chords, and uses it to fuck with 1A

●His Brainwashing causes Shirakumo to fall into his "mist" form

Bakugo Katsuki

Trivia:

●Bakugo, while gradually, became esteemed of Aizawa after the events of him being kidnapped and the fight between AFO and All Might; in behalf of him defending Bakugo from the media's accusations. Before the incident however (especially at the beginning of the school year), Bakugo felt mostly annoyance towards Aizawa due to him being critically strict.

●While he is a Dragon capable of flight, Bakugo enjoys to traverse through strenuous to roam areas, such as rocky terrains and steep mountain sides.

●Bakugo dislikes cloudy and rainy weather, especially being caught in any type of rain, even if it's just a light sprinkle.

●In the AU, Bakugo has a slight Australian accent, which becomes more noticeable when he's shouting or has been talking for a prolonged time.

Yoko Aruguoyi

Hero name: Reiki, the mending hero

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Age: 22

Quirk: Red Crystal

Base: Crystal

Quirk explination: With her quirk she can breath not just red colored crystals, but healing cristals. Like any other Crystal dragon, she can cover her body in Crystal for armor and give herself more spikes on her body. While the usual healing crystal needs to be willed into a dragon/drake' body to be absorbed, Aruguoyi needs to allow for her crystals to be absorbed, so there needs to be consent from both parties for the crystals to work, so any foe Aruguoyi is facing isnt able to use her crystals to heal an injury of theirs

Personality: Aruguoyi is timid around most, mainly towards aduls and those that she doesn't know/hasn't met before, however, once she has grown familiar with some one, her deamenor shifts to be a bit braty, but not to an anoying degree. She seems to get to know anyone that is in the emergancy room the most, since the megority of her time is spent with Recovery Girl, either asisting her or being mentored.

Aruguoyi was born into a rich family of Crystal dragons (with maybe earth and ice in the mix) that specialize in Healing magics, one day one of the new generation of children developed a quirk rather than an element, and this was Aruguoyi. As of growing older and being made a wear of her ability being different than that of her family, she wanted to become a healer specifically for those like her, Heros. While she grew older, the family started speculating if dragons can be born with Magic and Spirit Crystal Quirks (Magic crystals being those that restore a dragon's mana/magic if they run out, and Spirit crystals being those that help strenthen a dragons element) or maybe even Spirit Gems (a gem that has the properties of Healing, Magic and Spirit crystals).

So her family started to of course think of how to profit off of her quirk, and looked around for dragons that could possibly sire a child or children that could be born with the previously mentioned crystal Quirks, and they have in fact found such a dragon. Now They're just waiting for Aruguoyi to turn 30 so that she can carry eggs and give birth safely. She doesn't vibe with the idea, but there isn't much she can do to change her family's mind.

Keigo Takami

Trivia:

●Keigo has dragon haritage, which explains how he (a griffin) has a quirk, since only dragons/drakes have quirks and said quirks derive from existing elements that only dragons/drakes wield

??? Shigaraki (First name unknown)

No mention worthy trivia for now

I kinda abandoned this social didnt i? Ill try to continue posting here too, im surprised how much i posted here, i thought i gave up posting here much longer ago. That aside, here are some more refs that ive made so far! Along with an updated version of Aizawa's reference. The second and fith refs are for some oc's of mine :] Ill refine the hashtags later :'D

[frogtanii]

warm.

it’s too warm, was your first waking thought as you sluggishly waded through the mound of blankets that encompassed you to get a breath of fresh air (you assumed bokuto and kuroo were the culprits for your warm and fuzzy hellhole). your eyes first fell on the television playing the credits to the second or third pirates of the caribbean movie on mute, the remote haphazardly thrown somewhere to your left as though the person who did so left in a hurry.

speaking of people, there was no one left in the room as you slowly joined the land of the living. a part of you suspected everyone had gone to bed but atsumu or akaashi would’ve woken you up if that had been the case.

belatedly, you recognized voices coming from the front door and your still sleep-addled brain lit up. oh! you thought. food must be here! untangling yourself from the blankets proved to be an exhausting feat because by the time you were done, your body was covered in a sheen of sweat underneath oikawa’s sweats and sakusa’s hoodie.

ugh, gross.

you began to make your way towards the door, the blood rushing through your head preventing you from hearing the details of conversation but knowing atsumu, he was just haggling for a lower price even though you told him repeatedly, that isn’t how pizza places work tsum.

as you drew nearer to the commotion, you started to pick up on the heavy tension in the air, leaving you extremely uncomfortable. you had no idea what the cause of it was but you did know it was making most of the boys upset, who, by the way, hadn’t noticed you creeping around just yet.

a feminine voice rang out from outside the doorway and though you were still attempting to gain your hearing, the sound sent chills down your spine. it sounded saccharine, sweet, familiar, and oh so evil.

even with a head full of cotton, you figured now wouldn’t be the best time to reveal yourself, what with the clear discomfort permeating the atmosphere, but your big fat mouth apparently had other plans.

“‘tsum, just let the poor pizza lady go,” you muttered, the beginnings of a headache making itself known at the back of your skull. you were a little too caught up with the dwarf banging at your head with a sledgehammer to notice the shock that everyone in the room turned to look at you with.

a gentle hand grasped at your forearm, whispering something into your ear before attempting to pull you back to the living room, but that same familiar voice from the door kept you planted where you stood.

“oh, the princess finally makes herself known,” meiko sneered, her face finally coming into focus, striking you with pang of fear straight through your heart. “funny, i thought i left you speechless the last time we... ‘talked’.”

“ya shut yer fuckin mouth,” atsumu lunged at her but was stopped by sakusa’s arm around his waist, successfully holding him in place. meiko just giggled, taking a step into the house, her heels clicking as she glided across the hardwood floors.

in the back of your head, you noted that meiko looked unusually beautiful, her makeup flawlessly done and her outfit complementing it perfectly, almost reminiscent of how she used to be before... well, just “before”.

you watched the boys unconsciously angle themselves as a protective wall around you, the person holding your arm (who you now realized was koushi) pulling you in tighter until your back was resting against his chest.

a part of you couldn’t help but feel a little suffocated but the other, more self preserving, bit felt irrationally safe and protected around these boys. it was nice... or it would’ve been if meiko wasn’t taking herself on a tour around the house as though she hadn’t been living there for almost the past year.

“you all can tone down on the guard dog act. i’m not here to fight,” she said as she pretended to wipe dust off the island. “you’re not?” bokuto’s skeptical voice rose up from behind you, one of his hands finding yours underneath the massive sleeves of your (sakusa’s) hoodie.

meiko shook her head with an empty smile, her perfectly painted red lips stretching unnaturally wide. “no, of course not! i’ve just come here to collect.”

the boys collectively tensed around you, akaashi whispering for kenma to go find yachi and quickly. as he slipped away, you made eye contact with sakusa who gave you an imperceptible nod that you assumed meant one thing — keep her talking.

“collect what?” you asked, your voice coming out weaker than you wanted, but you hoped she didn’t notice. she cocked her head as her eyes snapped to you as if she’d forgotten you were there, but judging by her growing smirk, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“my boys of course!” meiko clapped gleefully, clicking her way over toward kuroo to run her hand over his bicep, laughing when he jolted away from her touch. “they’ve always been mine, you know that don’t you?”

it felt like a cold bucket of water had been dropped over your head. you felt frozen again, the same feeling of dread creeping up your spine as it did when meiko attacked you. in turn, you barely noticed kenma’s return who whispered something to sakusa — an action that didn’t go unnoticed by meiko.

“what’re my boys talking about? are you plotting against me?” she pouted, scooting closer to the pair. kenma visibly paled and moved to hide himself behind sakusa’s broad shoulders. “we aren’t doing anything, meiko.”

wrong answer.

“oh, we both know that isn’t the case kiyoomi. i’m not a fucking idiot.” meiko’s voice filled with venom before moving even closer still. you felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest, your hand gripping bokuto’s even tighter.

what if she brought some kind of weapon to the house? what if she hurt you? what if she hurt them?

before you could think, you were standing in front of the group, the boys calling out your name as meiko’s face lit up. “so the precious little princess wants to take a stand! let me have it then, huh? let me see what all the craze is about!”

despite the fear thudding in your chest, you stood tall, glaring at her with your head held high. “the boys are not yours, meiko,” you declared, her mouth instantly opening in protest but you refused to let her speak.

“they aren’t possessions or objects you can own and treat like shit. they are people, real living, breathing people and they aren’t mine either. they have full reign to do what they want, when they want, to make their own choices and decisions. and you know what? they didn’t choose you or me. they chose themselves and their happiness over any bullshit you or i could try and sell them. so please, for the love of god, get your shit together, put it in a box and take it to fucking therapy.”

by the end of your impromptu speech, your chest was heaving but you felt good. really good. adrenaline was rushing through your veins and you felt powerful. out the corner of your eye, you noticed osamu and daichi standing at the bottom of the stairs with something akin to awe on their faces.

yeah bitches. take it all in.

unfortunately, while you were basking in the feeling of badassery, you completely missed meiko’s eyes lighting up with pure, unadulterated,

rage.

you faintly heard someone call your name before you were taken to the ground by meiko leaping at you like an animal. the two of you scrambled about on the hardwood, her hands yanking at your clothes and leaving scratches on your skin but you were sure as hell giving her a run for her money.

you finally managed to get on top of her, pinning her arms to the ground but that wasn’t before you gained a hard elbow to the side and a bruise to your face. meiko thrashed and shook in your hold but you were not wavering, trying to keep her entirely still for...

well, for what exactly?

almost as though they were on cue, you heard the sound of police sirens wailing in the distance, growing louder as they drew closer to the house. underneath you, meiko’s eyes widened before she began fighting even harder than she’d done before, her erratic movements making it much more difficult to keep your hold on her.

luckily, you had extremely muscular men at your disposal, one of which (osamu — even though he was a dick, he was still incredibly muscular dick) held down meiko’s arms as the lapd stormed the building.

the police officers easily retracted meiko from your arms and cuffed her, taking her to the back of the cop car, despite her loud and insistent threats on you and everyone you love.

very disney villain-esque.

a kind looking officer helped you to your feet and walked you out to the porch where he began to ask you and the boys a few questions. you answered them honestly and you were genuinely proud of how well you were handling the whole situation when—

“bubs, you’re shaking.” sure enough, when you looked down at your hands, you were twitching uncontrollably, the reality of the events that just occurred finally sinking in.

you were just attacked. again.

you and your friends were threatened.

meiko was sitting in the back of a fucking cop car.

“what the fuck,” you whispered, eyes staring unblinking at your palms. the same officer mentioned something about shock, prompting all the boys to gather around you; atsumu pulled you in between him and sakusa, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, kenma and bokuto took hold of your quivering hands, sugawara and oikawa sat off to the side watching you with blatant concern, and kuroo and akaashi spoke to the officer in hushed tones.

the man nodded and shook their hands before shooting you a pitying smile and heading back to the car where meiko was waiting.

“it’s over angel, ‘s over,” atsumu muttered into your hair, pressing kisses to your forehead in between each phrase. you leaned into his touch but you refused to take your eyes off meiko who was watching the whole scene from the backseat, her eyes wide with anger, hurt, and confusion.

you didn’t bother dwelling on it, instead focusing on evening out your breathing and looking at the car drive over the horizon. you heard yachi’s soft voice calling everyone inside, atsumu lifting you up to your feet and walking with you, never once taking his hands off of you.

still, his words echoed in your head, even as yachi spoke of the end of the hyper house, even as the boys brought you to your room, and even as they all automatically cuddled around you in an attempt to get you to sleep.

it’s over. it’s all finally over.

you couldn’t keep the grin off your face if you tried.

℗ poker face

it’s over

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an - OK THE TITLE IS MISLEADING THE STORY IS NOT OVER YET SKENSM (there are 2 more official story chapters before all the endings :3) also m not the biggest fan of this chapter?? so i’d love to hear what y’all think <33 don’t forget to feed me!!

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[salazarslytherin]

under the waxing moon (r.l x y/n)

requested: yes!! [could you do a young remus lupin smut perhaps? if not than cedric!! one with a marking kink, maybe!! and (fem) reader has love bites all over her and remus has scratches on his back from her yk.... and maybe the marauders notice or something cheeky like that at the end! thank u my love!!] send in your own request here!

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cw/tw: smut, marking!kink, hickeys, oral sex (both male and female receiving), fingering, idk just sex man, basically porn without plot

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The door slammed shut behind you two as Remus kicked backward, not that either of you would have stopped what you were doing should the door have stayed open.

His hands were currently in one of his favourite spots – nestled under your thighs while your legs were curled around his waist, hands clinging to his neck like you were afraid he'd dissipate into thin air if you were to let go for a second.

Your two mouths moved furiously against each other, his tongue furiously dominating yours as he brought you two towards his bed, bringing you along with him like you weighed nothing.

"Fuck, I can't wait any longer."

Remus tossed you onto the bed, his tall stature casting a long shadow above you as the late morning light shone through the Gryffindor tower windows, the young werewolf's smirk glowing beautifully in the bright light.

"Then hurry up and have me."

The words seemed to do the trick, breaking the trance Remus was in– scanning your body almost in a predatory fashion. It was hot. The prefect almost growled at the sound of your words, diving back down to press his lips to yours, hands by your head, impassioned by the waxing moon.

As the full moon drew closer, you found that Remus' libido would be heightened. He often drew you into empty classrooms, broom closets, once even getting you off in the Three Broomsticks during a Hogsmeade trip. But you weren't complaining. You got your boyfriend's mind off the full moon, and an – actually, several, intense orgasms? It was a dream come true.

As you were lost in your thoughts about the last full moon, Remus had found his way away from your lips, trailing soft kisses down your jaw to the sensitive spot behind your ear, sucking roughly to draw a moan out of you, and effectively, you out of your thoughts.

"Mm, you like that? Like it when I mark you? When the whole school knows who you belong to?"

Nodding, the words vibrated against your skin as Remus traveled down your neck, never hesitating to bite and suck on every last bit of naked skin he could find. Your hands had moved from behind his neck down to his button-up, detaching each one in a frenzy to see him, to feel him.

His hands did very much the same, moving down your own school shirt to unveil your bra, showing more skin as his lips ventured lower down your body towards your collarbone– his favourite place to leave a mark. Nibbling on your left collar, Remus balanced himself on his elbows, moving to grind his hard-on on your clothed crotch.

"Fuck yes, Re I need you. Please."

Your hands had landed themselves on his pants, unbuckling his belt and pants with shaking hands as the two of you moaned together. He detached himself from you for a second, both of you undressing entirely in record time before latching back on immediately, your lips melding together before the two of you had even hit the bed.

Remus' knee found itself between your legs, nudging them apart as his hands sought residence roaming your body, leaving light trails that caused shivers throughout.

One hand eventually landed on your breasts, alternating between massaging and squeezing them as you elicited moans with each movement. The other made its way down to your thighs, gripping onto them hard, sure to leave fingerprints for the next two weeks, purple reminders of this night.

Whining against his lips, you took matters into your own hands, grabbing onto his hard-on and squeezing lightly around the base, making Remus growl in return.

You began moving your hand slowly up and down Remus' shaft, your thumb spreading the small droplets of precum that had gathered, picking up the pace as the werewolf let out breathy moans, moving away from your lips to bite onto your neck.

Continuing to jerk Remus off, your other hand reached down to tug at his balls. When you felt him start to twitch in your grasp you let go, making the boy gasp as he abandoned the section of your neck he was currently sucking a hickey onto, in shock at the fact that you had pushed him so close to the edge and not let him cum.

Smiling innocently at your boyfriend, you rolled him over– an action he definitely hadn't expected and kissed him on the lips, before making your way down his body.

"Couldn't let you cum like that. I want to taste you."

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You gave a little kitten lick to the werewolf's leaking slit, making him moan as he propped himself up onto his elbows, watching you go down on him, fascinated.

You swallowed the tip, swirling your tongue around the head and grazing your teeth softly against the shaft. Remus' hands flew to your hair, tightening his grip as you hollowed your cheeks on his member.

You answered by sinking your nails into his thighs, scratching down slightly as he impatiently push you down further, moaning out as he felt his tip touch the back of your throat, making you gag slightly.

You looked up at the boy through your eyelashes, lost in euphoria as he looked back down at you through hooded eyes, one hand leaving your hair for a brief second to caress your cheek, before flying back to pull your hair as you pulled off of him to swirl your tongue around his head.

Having already been pushed so close to the edge, it didn't take long for Remus to start twitching in your mouth again, the only indication of him reaching his orgasm aside from the sudden pull on your scalp.

The boy threw his head back, letting out a loud moan that you were sure would be heard down in the common room, before gripping onto your hair tightly and thrusting up into your mouth.

Ropes of white hit your throat, letting go of Remus' cock with a pop, before swallowing his seed, looking down at the boy panting beneath you.

"I fucking love you."

He pulled you down onto him, wrapping his hands around you to meld your lips against his, the two of you gripping each others' hips as Remus rolled you to the bottom again.

"Now I'm going to pound you into the fucking bed baby."

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Remus' fingers slid inside of you without a hassle, you were so wet it was as if your body was welcoming him. He prepped you at a pace that was so quick you didn't dare to think how intense he'd be later.

Remus wasn't one to break a promise.

Your nails drew thick lines down Remus' back as he added a second finger, scissoring the two inside of you, hitting your g-spot which made you let out a small shout in response, gripping onto his shoulders with your nails.

"Re, oh God."

Your back arched off the mattress, eyes falling shut as you threw your head back, moaning louder and louder as Remus drew fervent circles on your clit.

Remus watched you from above, smirking as he moved down to suck on your tit, leaving a hickey above your nipple.

A third finger slid into your hole, your walls slowly fluttering around Remus' fingers as you felt a heat begin bubbling in your stomach, your toes curling as your orgasm quickly approached.

"Re, fuck, please, Re!"

You scratched onto Remus' back, gripping tightly onto his shoulders as you drew closer, until your high was denied, the nails that were gripping onto his shoulders relaxing in shock.

"What the fuck!"

The boy shot you a smirk as he looked down upon you, leaning in to nibble on your earlobe, whispering in your ear.

"You only get to cum with me inside of you."

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Remus brushed the head of his cock up and down your folds, collecting your essence before pushing in, the both of you moaning at the feeling.

He pushed in further, bottoming out as you gripped onto his back, drawing thick red lines down it. Your tits pushed up against his scarred chest as he fucked into you slowly, sucking a hickey into your jaw.

Remus moved out of you so that only his tip remained, right before slamming back into you, making you moan out at the movement, his hands moving to land a firm slap on your thigh, his pace increasing every time he landed another slap. The small bits of pain mixed with pleasure, Remus' hollow slaps aiming only to arouse you rather cause any pain.

As he moved in and out of you, his hands gripped onto your thighs rather than continuing to deliver hits. He held onto them firmly enough to leave a bruise while maneuvering them so that your knees pressed against your own torso, hitting you with a new angle that caused him to brush against your g-spot with every movement, his crotch rubbing against your clit with every thrust.

Your lips found their way to Remus' shoulder, biting hard onto the skin to suck a hickey into it, biting down particularly hard as Remus' thrusts grew stronger, causing the boy to let out a guttural moan.

"D'you like this baby? Marking me up, showing everyone who I get to fuck every night?"

You nodded into Remus' neck, his own lips kissing your neck as his tongue darted out to trace the red marks he'd left behind, sure to turn a dark purple for everyone to see later tonight.

His hips moved at a vicious speed, the sound of skin on skin being the only sounds to echo around the room aside from the raspy sounds that would emerge from both of your throats, the two of you too immersed in the pleasure to make any proper sounds.

"Re. I, close."

Your walls began pulsing around Remus, incoherent moans leaving your mouth as your orgasm began to build for the second time that day, one hand moving away from your thigh to massage your bundle of nerves, his lips moving back on top of yours.

"Cum for me baby, I want to see you scream my name."

Despite his own orgasm building, Remus never faltered in his movements, his hips snapping to hit just the right spot to bring you closer and closer to the edge, his chest pushing down your knees as his hand moved to hold your neck, admiring the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure as the two of you build towards your climaxes.

"Such a pretty girl baby, all marked up and fucked out. You ready to cum yet?"

Nodding despite the hand wrapped around your neck, you threw your head back, your hands never ceasing in their movements to draw lines on Remus' back.

"I–fuck, yes, Remus!"

White clouded your vision as your orgasm hit you– a tidal wave followed by ripples that came in the form of Remus' slowing, yet still strong, thrusts into you, his head brushing against your g-spot with each movement which made you whine with each moment, your juices leaking out from around him, making you impossibly more wet than before, sinful sounds echoing from around the room.

"Cum for me Remus, I want to feel you fill me up."

Your hands reached out for the boy above you, pulling him down so that both your heads nestled in each other's necks. Tired from your orgasm, you were still eliciting noises as the boy moved in and out of you, him moaning as he felt your walls tighten around him with every other movement.

"Yes baby, I'm going to cum, fuck."

The werewolf moaned, muffling it by biting into your red neck, leaving yet another mark to remind you of this day. You felt hot spurts of Remus' cum hit you, moaning as a new warmth filled your hole.

The boy fell on top of you completely, his knees giving out under the ecstasy he experienced.

⚔︎

You whined slightly as Remus pulled out of you, suddenly feeling empty when he left you.

Your combined juices flowed out of you in that moment, but the sadness you felt was suddenly replaced with a shot of pleasure, the werewolf leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lower lips.

"Such a good girl, letting me cum inside her twice."

The kiss turned into a tongue, teasing at your sensitive entrance as Remus licked at the juices flowing out of you, drawing moans from your mouth that you didn't know you still had the energy for.

"It'd only be fair if my baby got to cum twice too, wouldn't it?"

Your eyes fell close again, nodding as your hands searched for Remus' body below you, trying to find something to grab, something to grip onto.

"I need to hear you darling, otherwise I don't know what you want me to do."

A smirk fell on the boy's lips, making you want to cry out in frustration as he moved away from your cunt, instead peppering kisses and sucking on the soft skin of your inner thighs, intent on marking you there.

"Fuck, Remus make me cum again."

The boy hummed against your thigh, moving away to admire a small hickey he'd left behind.

"Not good enough baby. I need to know how much you want it, I'm not here to be told what to do."

Tears welled in your eyes as you grew more and more frustrated, tired from the first round already you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching Remus much like how he watched you when you sucked him off.

"Please Remus, I need you to make me cum again. Please?"

Your bottom lip stuck out, making the boy chuckle. Another stupidly handsome smirk grew onto the boy's lips, leaning down to dart his tongue out onto your slit, flicking over your nub for a brief second.

"Of course Y/N, anything for you."

You fell back on the mattress as Remus dove back in, his hands gripping your thighs to push them apart, fingers digging in yet again to leave as many marks on you as possible.

He sucked on your abused clit, tongue darting back and forth at the same rhythm as his hands, massaging your thighs with his fingers. His mouth moved lower, drawing figures on your lips as his tongue danced around, occasionally dipping into your hole, fucking you with the appendage.

"Oh Re, faster."

The boy below obliged with a moan that sent ripples up your spine, fucking his tongue in and out of you at a speed reminiscent of the way he pounded into you mere minutes ago, two fingers moving to rub rapid circles onto your clit.

Moans grew into pants as you felt him speed up, your toes curling as your hands gripped onto his hair, pulling Remus' mouth further onto your pussy.

Your thighs trembled as your orgasm built, pushing you over the edge as your walls clenched around Remus' tongue, the boy muttering a 'cum for me' onto your lips.

You released with a shout, legs shaking as you pulled Remus' hair tightly, your back arching off the mattress as you rode out your high, Remus continuing to eat you out until you were reduced to a twitching mess.

"Feeling good?"

⚔︎

An hour after your activities, Remus walked the two of you into the Great Hall, both of you famished and ready to stuff yourselves with lunch.

You tried not to limp as you walked, and then had to brace yourself as you sat down on the wooden bench, Remus kissing you softly on the cheek as he joined you, greeting James and Sirius with a smile.

"Hey Y/N!"

Your housemates called out to you, prompting you to wave at them in return, before moving to serve yourself some food.

"Merlin, Y/N did you get mauled?!"

Peter came towards the table, dropping himself in the seat across from you.

"I–, what?"

The boy gestured towards your neck, making the other two marauders crane to see what Peter was talking about.

"Fuck, Y/N, what the hell happened?"

Remus looked down at your neck, then turned red as he realised what the boys were talking about. In the past hour or so, your hickeys had darkened immensely, covering every part of you, from behind your ears down to your collarbones– which could be seen from the undone top buttons of your blouse.

"Uh, I uh."

You had also caught on to what the boys meant, biting your lip as you looked down at your food.

Remus suddenly felt very warm, his skin heating up, rolling up his sleeves and tugging at his collar to let some cool air touch his skin.

"Oh, Moony! You really didn't have to mark her up that much you know. I think the point's been made. The whole world already knows she's yours."

Sirius chuckled and elbowed James, pointing down at Remus' arms.

"Look, I'm thinking Moony's not the only possessive one here at the table y'know."

The thick lines you'd drawn up and down the werewolf's arms still remained, and the few hickeys you'd left on his neck were small, but still noticeable.

Your cheeks heated, shifting your hair as best you could to cover up your neck. Remus let down his sleeves, shifting his collar and let out a cough.

"Moony just gets antsy 'round the full moon, y'know?"

[beccascribbles]

totally inspired by ur omegaverse manager going into heat it is literally a masterpiece!! could you maybe do the same prompt but for seijoh in honor of oikawa's ear making an appearance🥺been thirsting for seijoh content lately sos

a/n - writing this a little (sorry, a lot) later so it's in honour of his ear and his 5 seconds of fame. also i'm really pleased you enjoyed it!! i had a great time writing it (first time in a while that i finished a fic in one sitting). hope you enjoy this one :)

Managing Seijoh was an experience, one that you were sure you would look back on with fond memories in the future. However, at the moment, it was borderline undesirable. A group of omegas and betas surrounded you, pressing letters and gifts into your arms.

"Please give this to Oikawa," one of them begged, placing a carefully wrapped parcel on the top.

You forced a smile onto your lips, peering around the stack in your arms to look at the people surrounding you. Voice filled with false kindness, you spoke, "I'll hand deliver these to him straight away. I'm sure Tooru will really appreciate it."

That last sentence was a lie. It had been a while since the gifts Oikawa received hadn't been shared between the team, particularly the food which was likely to feature heavily in the pile. A chorus of thanks followed you down the corridor, and your smile dropped as soon as you turned the corner.

"Dumb fan club," you grumbled, fighting the urge to throw the pile of gifts into the next bin you saw. You couldn't understand why they always came to you, why they begged you to hand him the gifts when he would likely appreciate it more if they were given to him in person. You kicked open the door of the gym, yelling out, "Delivery!"

Heads turned in your direction, volleyballs hitting the floor as everyone stopped practicing and jogged towards you. Iwaizumi removed a majority of the gifts from your hold, going to place them on the bench, and shooting Oikawa a glare, jerking his head in your direction. Begrudgingly, Oikawa took the last few gifts from you and placed them where Iwaizumi had placed the others.

"There any food there?" questioned Kyoutani, picking up a parcel wrapped with a teal ribbon. He sniffed it, nose wrinkling as the scent of an omega filled his nose. Then, he threw it to the side and grunted, "Tell me when you find the food."

"They smell a bit sickly, don't they?" you giggled, giving him a nudge with your elbow. Kyoutani simply nodded, moving away to sit on the floor, back leaning against the wall. You turned to Oikawa, hands resting on your hips. "I expect adequate payment for the hassle this caused me."

"Does my love and affection forever count?" he beamed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and tugging you into his side. You simply glared at him, arms crossing over your chest. He chose to ignore your clear displeasure at his reply.

"You think way too highly of yourself, Loserkawa," smirked Iwaizumi, throwing a gift his way. Oikawa caught the item, cringing at the small piece of fabric that dangled from his finger. It was dainty, a delicate lace.

"Clearly that one was just meant for you," snickered Hanamaki as Oikawa held the item upwards, taking it in from a different angle.

"y/n?" he questioned, holding it out to. "Could be a good addition to your wardrobe."

"Fuck off," you snapped, turning away from him to grab a bin bag. You shoved it towards him. "Throw it in here."

As Oikawa disposed of the item, Matsukawa could be heard opening a parcel. He pulled out a DVD from the remains, peering at what was written on the case. He mumbled, "Watch when you're alone?"

"Oi, Oikawa!" he called, drawing his attention. Oikawa skipped over, clearly expecting something good. "I think someone sent you a video of themselves. Send us your reactions, yeah?"

Oikawa snatched the DVD from Matsukawa, throwing it into the bin, his nose wrinkled in disgust. He whined, "Where's the food? Why have they all got so much worse?"

With a sigh, deciding you had tortured Oikawa and delayed practice enough, you clapped your hands together. "Shoo. Get back to practice and I'll sort this shit out. All offending items will be binned. Only food will be kept."

By the time you had sorted through all the items, the bin bag was full, full enough that it required you to take it out. Only a small pile of food had been found, barely enough to share between the team. You supposed you would forgo your portion in favour of ensuring the first years got something. They were always hesitant to dive in, letting the third years take control. Kyoutani was also threatening, growling at any who got too close to the food he had acquired. You stood up, grabbing the bin bag and hefting it over one shoulder.

A sigh escaped from your lips as you pushed the door open. Maybe Oikawa could start requesting food, you contemplated, shifting the bin bag into your other hand. The weight was surprising considering the items you’d had to dispose of. Honestly, a part of you still couldn’t wrap your head around what Oikawa had received. How could they think Oikawa would appreciate that?

You grunted, swinging the bag into the larger bin around the back of the gym. Stepping back, you dusted your hands off, stretching slightly. As you turned to head back to the gym, a sharp, unfamiliar scent filled your nose. It burnt your nostrils, reeked of aggression and anger. The rational part of you told you to leave, to return to the safety of the gym. But the other part of you, the part that told you to help others, kept you rooted in place.

"Hello?" you questioned, inhaling deeply as you attempted to pinpoint their location. Judging by the strength of the scent, they were close to your location, somewhere to the left of you. You stepped in that direction. "Are you okay?"

A growl cut through the air, and you halted, eyes widening as you saw an alpha leant against the wall, hands clenched into fists. He was panting, nails cutting through the skin of his palm. He looked up, catching your eye and pleading with you. "Stay the fuck away from me. Please. Stay away."

It clicked for you then. The sharp scent growing more prominent, the aggression, the desperation with which he pleaded with you. Immediately, you clamped down on your scent, tugging it in as much as you could and ensuring it didn't head in the alpha's direction. You had to question whether bringing more alphas to him would be an aid. Knowing Oikawa, he would feel the alpha going into rut was a threat and would act aggressive in return. Matsukawa and Iwaizumi would likely be no better if they perceived them to be a direct threat to you. Kyoutani was usually aggressive at the best of times. It went against your better judgement to involve any of the first years. They were too young to be exposed to such danger. Actually, it went against your better judgement to involve any of the team. All you should do, you reasoned, was inform the coaches quietly and keep it hidden from the team.

The longer you stood there contemplating, the weaker you could feel yourself growing, a steady heat rising through your body. You cursed under your breath, a quiet fuck, before raising the volume of your voice. "Just stay here, okay? I'll send the coaches out to help you."

Slowly, you backed away, careful to avoid sending your scent towards him. Your scent was slowly growing sweeter, more enticing. It would cause him to lose his control, a situation neither of you wanted to be in. Judging by the tightening of his muscles and the way he launched a fist into the wall, he had caught a whiff of your change in scent.

"Get away," he growled, a low threatening sound. The spike in his scent told a different story, pheromones strengthening in an attempt to weaken you further.

Your throat felt tight, knees weak as you continued to retreat. Even at the door to the gym, his scent was overpowering. A desperate sound escaped your throat, a high-pitched whine as you collapsed against the door. Footsteps, quick and hurried, echoed from inside, the door being yanked open to reveal Oikawa, the rest of the team on his heels. His lips were drawn, teeth bared at the danger that was hidden from sight. A ferocious growl ripped from his throat at the smell of the alpha in rut.

"Coaches," you gasped, pointing in the alpha's direction. "Alpha. Rut. Get him. Safe."

Iwaizumi shot you a concerned look, picking up on your condition and the overwhelming scent of alpha around you. Oikawa's reeked of possessiveness, rising up to fight against that of the other alpha. Kyoutani's scent was pure anger. He was eager for a fight, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Matsukawa's scent was calm, but domineering enough to add to the scents already assaulting your nose. That was without mentioning the bitter smell of panic drifting from all the first years as they watched in fear.

"For fuck sake," he sighed, kneeling down to pick you up, cradling you to his chest. His soothing pine scent flooded your nose as you buried your face in his chest. A helpless sound escaped your lips as your hands curled into his top. Greedily, you drew in a deep breath, craning your neck up to brush your nose against the scent gland in his neck. Iwaizumi drew in a sharp breath, holding you closer. He looked up, making eye contact with Hanamaki and Watari, and jerking his head towards Oikawa and Kyoutani. "Keep them away from that alpha. I'm taking y/n somewhere safe. Yahaba, get the coaches. Kunimi, Kindaichi, head back into the gym and tidy up."

Iwaizumi didn’t remain long enough to see if the commands he had barked at the team had been followed. In his arms, you were slowly growing more feverish, your breathing coming out in heavy pants. All he could focus on was you. Your nose tickled the scent gland in his neck as you nuzzled against it, finding comfort there. It was a sharp contrast to the scents that had surrounded you previously. Iwaizumi had been the only one to not give in completely to his animalistic urges, his eyes immediately falling on you, his nose sensitive to the change in your scent. His first instinct was to take you to the medical room. However, he knew that you would feel safer at home, within the confines of your nest.

It was fortunate this wasn’t a usual heat. Your body had reacted to the overpowering scent of a young alpha’s rut, preparing you for what may have happened had the young alpha not had so much restraint. It was a defence mechanism, one meant to protect you from what could have been a traumatic experience. Therefore, your body would calm down once you were removed from the situation. As he turned towards the gate, you let out a whimper, “Locker room, Haji. Smells good.”

That whimper was all it took for him to change direction once again, heading towards the room. It wouldn’t be comfortable, but it was clear you craved the scents within there. After all, the team was your pack. You felt safe with them. His mind whirled as he tried to think of how to make it more comfortable. Iwaizumi knew Oikawa had some spare tops in his locker which could help form a cushion. He supposed he could place a couple different training jackets on the floor for you to rest on. His own he would use as a blanket.

Carefully, he placed you on the floor, leaning you against the wall and wrapping his jacket around your form. He brushed a kiss to the top of your head. “Just give me a second. The nest will be ready soon.”

“So hot, Haji,” you whined, tugging at the material of your thin t-shirt. Iwaizumi let out a sigh, scanning the locker room for anything that might cool you down. When he turned back around, you had removed your top and were curled up against the wall. He felt a flush rise to his cheeks, ducking his head as he finished laying the jackets down on the floor. Before moving you, he placed a hand to your forehead, feeling the heat radiating from you.

"Um, do you need a cold flannel?" he questioned, and you shook your head, reaching out to hold him, burying your face on his chest.

"No, just need you," you mumbled, pausing for a second before continuing. "And Tooru. And Issei. And Kentaro. And..."

"I know," he soothed, running a hand down your back, feeling the warmth of your bare skin against the roughness of his palm. "I know. The team will be here soon."

"Okay, Haji," you sighed, letting him pick up your weak body and lay you down on the nest of clothes he had prepared. You turned your nose into the t-shirts acting as your pillow, inhaling deeply when the scent of Oikawa hit your nose. Your hand reached out, grabbing loosely onto his top, stopping him from moving away from you. The continual tugging of his top hinted to him what you wanted. He lay down behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest. As you felt yourself relax, felt your body steadily returning to normal, the door was thrown open.

Oikawa stormed in, coming to a halt when he saw you and Iwaizumi curled up on the floor together. He needed no prompting, joining you on the floor and draping an arm over you and Iwaizumi. Oikawa pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, letting out a pleased purr at the smile that tugged at your lips.

"Sorry about earlier," he mumbled, nuzzling his head into your neck. "Shouldn't have lost control. Should've been there for you."

"I had it handled, Shittykawa," grunted Iwaizumi. "Some of us can keep our alpha in check."

"You're so mean to me, Iwa-chan," whined Oikawa.

"He's not wrong, Tooru," you mumbled, though the kiss placed to his forehead showed there was no ill-will behind your agreement. You understood how hard it was to control your instincts, having fallen afoul to them yourself.

He stayed silent, letting his scent weave through the air around you, twining with Iwaizumi's. Just as you were settling in again, the door was thrown open, revealing the rest of the team. Matsukawa and Hanamaki collapsed onto the floor at you feet, the first and second years surrounding you. Kyoutani laid out behind Iwaizumi, partaking purely to help you and make you happy. Kunimi and Kindaichi curled up on the floor beside Matsukawa, while Watari and Yahaba laid down beside Oikawa. You let out a content sigh, breathing in the various scents.

Matsukawa traced patterns on your ankle with his fingertips, shooting you a lazy grin. "Feel better?"

"Much better," you said, another pleased sound escaping your lips. "Thank you."

"No need," said Kyoutani gruffly, rolling onto his side and propping up on one elbow so he could see your form.

"What are you accepting the apology for?" piped Yahaba, shooting a teasing smirk in Kyoutani's direction. "You did fuck all except getting angry."

"Shut up," growled Kyoutani, though he made no move to throw himself at Yahaba, mindful of you.

You felt a smile appear on your face at their interaction, the familiar sound of their arguing reminding you everything was normal and that you were safe.

[the-wild-wolves-around-you]

hear those bells ring: chapter 2 (a deaf!bakugo x reader fic)

Summary: Reader has to deal with the aftermath of Dynamight exploding through her window and trying to bleed out on her floor. 

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader; Katsuki Bakugo x You

Rating: M(ature)

Warnings: Blood, descriptions of gore, and adult language. 

A/N: Here’s chapter two, hope you enjoy! ~*~*~ No spoilers or anything. This is just a self-indulgent AU fic with aged up characters. Everyone’s in their mid-20s. Fic title is from a song called “Achilles Come Down.”

AO3 Link: Here 

Ch 1 Tumblr Link: Here 

Chaos. You intellectually knew the word, in several languages in fact, but nothing could have ever prepared you for the reality of it. 

Information assaulted your senses in a deluge. The gust of cold air whistling through the broken window, raking icy fingers down your exposed arms. The bright flare of flames, even behind your clenched eyelids. The dissonant, haunting wails of several car alarms, each one just a second out of sync with the next, barely audible over the loud ringing in your ears. The taste of ash, gritty on your tongue as you sucked in heaving, panting breaths. The sharp smell of smoke and something… sweeter. Like caramelizing sugar. 

The sweet scent, incongruous with every other heinous detail, seemed to snap you fully back into your body, and your eyes flew open with a gasp. 

You were curled up in a tight ball below your now broken window, and you gaped at your ruined apartment. The lights were out, so the only illumination you had to see by were the flames behind you on the street, but it was enough. 

It looked like a tornado had torn through your home. The remnants of your window and wall—broken bits of glass, wood, and plaster—covered everything in sight in a fine layer of white dust. Your sewing desk/kitchen table was in splinters, and even with the dancing shadows, you had the distant thought that the dress you’d just finished mending was most definitely ruined. 

Then someone shouted outside on the street, and you felt it like a sledgehammer to the skull. 

Oh, god. The villain. The heroes. 

You scrambled up onto your knees, hissing when shards of glass tore through your sweatpants and bit into your skin. You’d worry about that later. For now, you focused on getting to your feet… 

And not falling out of the gaping hole in your apartment wall. 

You stumbled back a few steps from the edge, stabilizing yourself on one of your kitchen chairs that seemed to have survived the blast. The smoke was thicker now that you were off the floor, and you coughed and squinted against the hot, irritating air. 

The street in front of you was a warzone. 

The windows in the building across from you were all blown out, the empty frames like black gaping voids. The building housed a café/tea shop owned by Mr. and Mrs. Yamato, and you felt a small modicum of relief at the knowledge that they didn’t live above the shop like you did with yours. They lived in a neighborhood not too far away, and they wouldn’t be happy when they came to open in the morning, but at least they were safe. 

Safe… 

“Mr. Takeyoshi!” you gasped as you remembered your neighbor. He’d been standing on the street and nearly attacked by the villain, but a blond hero had pushed the middle-aged man out of the way. 

Your eyes scoured the street as you leaned forward as much as you dared, and just as your heart was beginning to clench, you spotted him. Mr. Takeyoshi was sitting on the curb across the street and about four storefronts down, hunched over with his head in his hands. Two heroes stood above him and seemed to be tending to him, and all three of the men looked whole for the most part. 

“God.” You exhaled shakily, your heart still stuttering in your chest, and then movement in your peripherals caught your attention. 

One hero seemed to possess a water quirk, and she was quickly working to spray down the numerous small fires still flickering up and down the road. As you watched her work, you realized the street wasn’t as badly demolished as you first assumed. It was still pretty wrecked—all of the asphalt was cracked and even just missing in some places—but aside from broken windows, the rest of the shops seemed mostly intact. The worst of the damage was centered just in front of your apartment, and as your gaze flickered over the large crater in front of you, you saw another two heroes dragging a third body out of the pit. 

The villain. 

The hero with the water quirk paused in spraying down the smoking remains of a car and turned to shout something at the other heroes. You couldn’t hear what she said over the persistent ringing in your hears, and you frowned as you focused your own quirk toward your ears. 

In your hopped-up-on-adrenaline state, you didn’t even notice the energy dip, and a moment later, your hearing returned with a loud pop. Thankfully, all of the car alarms seemed to have been cut, so you could hear the heroes pretty well.

“—still alive,” a tall hero in a red and purple suit said. You didn’t recognize him. “He’s pretty beat up, but he’ll make it.” 

“Great,” the water quirk hero sighed. “Let him be the cops’ problem now.” 

As if on cue, you could hear a siren start up in the distant, slowly moving closer. 

The threat was over. The villain was neutralized, the fires put out, and the authorities were on the way. 

So… why did you feel so on edge, like you were waiting for the other shoe to drop? 

“—fuckin’ Dynamight,” one of the heroes suddenly spat and drew you out of your thoughts. 

You frowned in confusion as the words registered. Dynamight… why did that sound familiar? 

Then your eyes widened as you remembered the blond hero, literally exploding onto the scene. His face—snarling and illuminated by the white-hot flare of his quirk—flashed in your mind’s eye, and you dropped your gaze back down to the street below. 

Dynamight, Japan’s Number Two Hero. You couldn’t believe he had been the one to turn up and save you. 

Well, not you specifically. Your neighborhood. 

You’d seen the ash-blond on television before. Usually, the media just liked to harp on his crude language or brash attitude, but you’d seen this one story of how he had saved every single person from a collapsed building. A teary blonde gushing about Dynamight rescuing her had gone briefly viral, but the clip that stuck with you was when a reporter asked the pro hero why he decided to go into the unstable building without any reinforcements. 

The blond had scowled into the camera, sweat and dirt still streaked across his pale face, his scarlet eyes flashing from beneath his black mask. 

“What was I supposed to do?” he scoffed. “Leave them in there and sit with my thumbs up my ass while the fire department takes their sweet fuckin’ time? Don’t ask me stupid questions.” 

Of course, the media had another field day with that response, but… something about it struck you as incredibly genuine. Yeah, the pro hero could have phrased it better, but the core of what he was saying was he couldn’t sit back when people were in trouble, no matter the risks. 

You had thought that very brave. 

And now you’d witnessed his bravery first hand. You weren’t confident—or really self-centered enough—to go down and thank him for what he’d done, but you thought you would just be satisfied with seeing him from afar now that things weren’t so dire. 

But, the longer you looked, the more the pit grew in your stomach. 

You couldn’t see the blond hero anywhere. He wasn’t with Mr. Takeyoshi, still hunched over on the curb. He wasn’t with the two heroes who were trying to establish a perimeter and keep out the arriving crowd of spectators. And he wasn’t with the other heroes standing watch over the unconscious villain laid out on the sidewalk. 

The rest of the heroes seemed to be arriving at the same conclusions as you. You could hear Dynamight’s name being thrown about, and then the heroes were splitting up, taking different sides of the street, peeking into broken windows. 

You wrung your hands as you watched them search from your apartment. No one had noticed you standing there yet, and you were just contemplating going downstairs to try and help in some way when a noise caught your attention. 

In the grand scheme of things, the noise wasn’t very loud, especially given the shouting on the street and the loud sirens now that the police were arriving on scene. 

But since you lived alone, someone coughing in your apartment, someone who wasn’t you, was cause for a little alarm. 

You inhaled sharply as you glanced back over your shoulder, every atom of your being standing at attention. The apartment behind you was a study in contrasts, dark shadows and the flashing lights of the emergency vehicles outside. Your eyes fell on the empty spot where your couch used to be located, and then your gaze followed the drag marks that had been carved into your wood floor. 

The couch was half embedded in the wall beside your front door, with one of the armrests denting into the plaster and the other pointing toward your gaping window/wall. The sofa’s legs had been broken, so it slumped to the floor at an angle, and some kind of stuffing spilled out of several rips in the cushions. 

But your eyes were glued to the leg sticking out over the armrest and the arm thrown over the back of the couch, which was blocking the rest of the… person from view. 

Oh, fuck. That was a person. 

Your legs reacted before your brain could even process what you should do, but you were at least cognizant enough to pick your way over the worst of the debris. Your thin, rubber-soled slippers would protect you from the small pieces of glass and rubble, but you really didn’t want to step on a nail if you could help it. 

Since your apartment was so small, and there weren’t any full pieces of furniture in the way anymore, you crossed the distance in a handful of strides, but you jerked to a stop when you reached the back of the couch. 

Your lungs seized up so suddenly they hurt. The smell of caramelized sugar was stronger now, almost overwhelming, and you actually had to grip the back of the sofa for support, your hand right next to Dynamight’s leg. 

Because it was Dynamight half-strewn across your broken couch. Even when you first saw the leg, you hadn’t imagined it could be… 

But there he was. And he looked surprisingly… human. 

His face was lax with unconsciousness, lacking the perpetual scowl or snarl he wore in pictures or on TV. His hair, which looked paler and somehow softer in person, was tinged red along his brow line, where a cut was still trickling sluggishly. He wore a non-descript black hoodie over dark jeans and darker combat boots, but a glint of color and light around his midsection caught your eye. 

You frowned and leaned down without thinking, your fingers reaching out to brush… something wet. 

“Oh, shit,” you breathed when you lifted your hand to your face and saw, even in the darkness, that the pads of your fingers were red and glistening. 

He was bleeding. 

You moved a step closer, but then your foot lost purchase, sliding, and when you glanced down, you saw your once white slippers were dark, more wetness seeping in around your toes. 

Oh, god. He was bleeding a lot. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You fumbled for the phone in your pants pocket as you scurried around the opposite end of the couch and dropped to the ground. Glass bit into your knees again, this time deeper, a sharp, brilliant pain, but you ignored it as you tried to turn your phone’s flashlight on. The touch-screen wouldn’t register your finger at first, your blood-slicked skin skimming across the glass, and you could feel a scream building in your throat just before the light flashed on. 

If you thought things were bad in the dark, being able to see made it a thousand times worse. 

Blood had already pooled around Dynamight, dark and glinting like an oil spill. The sleeve on his left arm had been burned off, and the skin below was pink and raw. It smelled like cooked meat, and the curry you ate what felt like a lifetime ago churned hotly in your gut. 

But the burn wasn’t even the worst of it. 

A wooden stake, about as wide as three of your fingers, protruded out of the pro hero’s gut by several inches. You thought part of it might have looked like your window frame, but the thought came and went when you noticed the tip of the wooden splinter was dyed red, which meant it must have come through his body. 

That had to be where all this blood came from. Was still coming from. God, there was so much of it. 

Your eyes shot to the gaping hole in your wall, your voice rising in your throat as you prepared to scream for help, but a sudden gasp nearly made you jump out of your skin. 

You whipped back around to find wide, hazy red eyes trained on your face, and the hero’s mouth gaped open as he dragged in a ragged breath. 

“Wh—hnng!” he groaned as his body seized, his right hand coming up to clutch at his stomach. 

“Don’t!” Your phone clattered to the floor, throwing light, as you lunged forward, and you caught his hand before he could jar the piece of wood lodged inside him. “D-Don’t move, a-and try not to speak.” 

The hero panted as he cracked open his eyes and looked at you. Or maybe through you. His gaze wasn’t very focused, and blood from the cut on his brow was still dripping into his right eye. 

But the scarlet color of his irises was still striking, even in the dimness of your apartment. 

“You’ve… been hurt,” you said as you met his eyes as best you could. You weren’t a doctor or an EMT, but you knew the best way to keep people calm in emergency situations was to let them know what’s happened and reassure them. “There’s a piece of wood inside you, so you can’t move or you might hurt yourself worse. But y-you’ll be okay. I’ll go get—” 

“Villain,” Dynamight suddenly spat out, cutting you off and spattering you with a fine mist of blood. 

“What?” His voice was rough and guttural, so it took your brain a moment to translate the slurred Japanese. Did he think you were another villain? 

The blond hero winced and groaned again, and it wasn’t until he squeezed down on your hand that you realized you were still holding his. His palm was rough and calloused against yours—and warm, so inexplicably warm—but then he dug his nails into your skin, and you gasped. 

“Vil… lain?” he rasped again, and you realized it was a question. 

“Oh! The villain’s been arrested. You… you beat him.” 

Dynamight scowled at you, brow knitting in confusion, and he grunted what sounded like a questioning noise at you. 

Then he shifted his head, and you saw the dark stain of blood coming out of his ear. 

He must have ruptured his eardrums in the explosion. 

You didn’t want to shout and damage his hearing even more, so you squeezed his hand back and smiled in what you hoped was reassurance. 

“You won,” you mouthed as clearly as you could. “You won, Dynamight.” 

His narrowed eyes widened a little bit with recognition, and you could have sworn the beginnings of a smirk twitched across his lips before his eyes suddenly rolled up into his head. The tension fled his body as he went limp, like a marionette with its strings cut, and your heart lurched up into your throat. 

“Dynamight?” you asked, even though you knew he couldn’t hear you with his ears the way they were. “Dynamight?” 

You squeezed his fingers, shaking him a little, but his face remained slack. 

Dropping his hand, you reached up to flatten one of yours across his chest, the other going up to feel at the underside of his neck. A moment ticked by, two, but you found his pulse, weak and thready beneath your fingertips. His breathing was shallow beneath your other hand, and the knees of your pants were warm and soaked with his blood. 

“F-Fuck,” you breathed shakily as you sat back for a moment, your hands limp in your lap. 

He was dying. Dynamight… was dying. This was too much blood, and even if you called out to the heroes right now, and they got here in seconds, it was still ten minutes to the nearest hospital. 

He didn’t have ten minutes. You didn’t think he had five. 

You stared down at the pro hero’s blood-streaked face for half a beat before you made a decision. 

Then you were moving. Consequences be damned. 

Your hands went to the hem of his hoodie, and you flinched as you pulled it away from his belly with a wet sound. You didn’t want to hurt him, but you also didn’t think he was feeling much of anything now, so you worked the hoodie up and over the stake as best you could before you shoved the fabric the rest of the way up his chest. 

The flashing lights from outside played across the dips and valleys of Dynamight’s abs, but your eyes were immediately drawn to the wooden stake. It jutted out between the hero’s belly button and his right hip bone, and every splinter was coated in tacky, crimson blood. More of the viscous liquid bubbled up around the torn skin at the stake’s base, and it trickled across his pale, alabaster abdomen like spilled paint. 

You bit your lip as you considered your next move, but then Dynamight’s breath hitched with a wet sound, and you knew you didn’t have time for doubts. 

“Okay, steady,” you muttered to yourself as you knelt over the hero’s prone body. Your knees burned, glass digging deeper into the skin by the second, but you shoved away your own pain as you reached out and wrapped both hands around the stake. Splinters tore into your palms, and your heart hammered out a staccato rhythm beneath your sternum. 

Then panic started to creep up your spine like a million little spider legs. What if removing the stake only made him worse, killed him faster? What if you killed Japan’s Number Two Hero? 

Just as you were about to let go of the stake, Dynamight hacked out a gurgling cough, blood bubbling out of his dry, cracked lips, and you felt the warm spray of it against your collarbone and arms. 

The sound rattled something deep inside you, and before you could second guess yourself again, you tightened your grip on the stake and tugged it up and out in one single motion. 

Dynamight wheezed once more, but you were already dropping the stake, hands slapping down against his abdomen. Warm blood pulsed through your fingers like pliable clay, and bile rose in the back of your throat before you took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and called upon your quirk. 

An instant later, agony like you’ve never experienced slammed into you, ripping a gasp from your lungs. It felt like someone had stuck a white-hot poker through your gut, ignited your insides, and twisted. The pain was so intense, your ears started ringing again, and when you cracked open your eyes, your vision quickly began to tunnel until the only thing you could see was the bare outline of your hands, lined with green, against the hero’s stomach. You gritted your teeth as unconsciousness threatened to pull you under, and you groaned as you shoved as much energy as you could spare into the dying hero. 

As your quirk flooded into the blond’s body, you received vague impressions of his injuries healing. It was hard to describe, but it was kind of like you could see flashes of the tissue in your mind as it was stitched back together. First, the jagged hole on his back sealed over, and then your power wormed its way through the hero’s insides, patching up nicked arteries and punctured organs. The pain was still intense, so intense that your already limited vision was blurred by tears, but once you reached the top layers of his abs, you ripped your hands away with a gasp. 

You fell back on your ass, more glass and debris digging into your cheeks and the palms of your hands, and you sucked in ragged breaths as you tried to keep from passing out. The hero swam unsteadily before you, both from the tears in your eyes and because the entire apartment was swaying. Saliva pooled in your mouth as nausea clamped down on your stomach, but you focused on the burning in your palms to center yourself. Then you started counting deep breaths, and when you got to thirty, the darkness had receded from the corners of your vision, and the apartment more or less steadied out around you. 

You still felt like shit warmed over, like you’d been run over by a car and then dragged for several miles, but the bone-deep exhaustion could be cured with a good night’s sleep. The rest of the nicks and cuts on your body still burned like a million paper cuts, too, but your quirk was down to embers and was of no more use to you. 

But was it worth it? 

The two feet of distance between you and Dynamight felt like a canyon that stretched for miles, but somehow you found one last burst of strength to drag yourself forward a few inches. Then you held your breath and leaned over the hero’s abdomen, wiping away most of the pooling blood with the hem of his hoodie. 

There was still a significant gash carved into his skin, but when you shakily picked up your discarded phone from the floor and directed the light at him, you saw the wound was much shallower, maybe a few centimeters deep. The first few layers of skin were flayed back, but the muscles beneath were intact and healthy looking. A small trickle of blood continued to drip into the valley of the hero’s abs, but instead of a broken fire hydrant, it was just a leaky faucet. 

You dragged your tired eyes up Dynamight’s body, and you very quickly realized his breathing was deeper and not as wet sounding. Just to be doubly sure, you reached out and tentatively wrapped your fingers around his left wrist, only absently noticing that the once raw, flayed skin had been partially healed from third degree burns to first. 

You had poured more energy into him than you meant to, but it was hard to regret anything when you felt his pulse against your fingertips, strong, steady, and sure. 

“Oh, thank you,” you choked out as you closed your eyes, tears stinging in the corners. You didn’t know who you were thanking. You didn’t know if you believed in a “god” in the colloquial sense, but you felt as if the universe had given you a gift just now, and you could be nothing but grateful for it. 

You sighed as you slumped a little, and it was like weights were strapped to your eyelids as you struggled to open them and keep them open. You might have actually gone under, succumb to the exhaustion… 

If you didn’t catch sight of two crimson eyes staring back at you. 

“Fuck,” you gasped as a zap of adrenaline shocked you upright, and your phone clattered to the ground once again. 

Dynamight squinted, irises still a little glassy, but unlike last time, his gaze was very much focused on you. 

And the weight of it, the intensity, pinned you to the floor. 

“Y-You’re awake.” The words tripped off your tongue, chased out by the panic running circles in your brain. Damn it, you hadn’t even had time to come up with a plausible backstory for the pool of blood he was lying in. 

The blond hero’s eyes widened a fraction as he stared at you for an immeasurably long moment, and then you remembered with a start that he hadn’t been able to hear you before. This could work in your favor, though. You opened your mouth, ready to pantomime an elaborate story, but his voice—deep and rough, like crunching gravel or an expensive engine turning over—cut you off at the knees. 

“And you have eyes,” he said in clipped Japanese, a note of snide derision in his tone. 

You blinked in shock—at his attitude, the steadiness of his voice, and the fact he could hear you just fine all the sudden—but he just barreled onward like he had barreled through your window. 

“What happened?” he asked. No, demanded. “Who are you?” 

“I—” 

“And where’s that fuckin’ villain?” he cut you off as his split upper lip curled into a snarl, and his red eyes jumped to the gaping window over your shoulder. 

You frowned at him, pursing your lips into a thin line. “Are you going to let me answer?” 

A part of your brain was screaming at you, distantly: Are you giving Japan’s Number Two Hero attitude after he saved your life?!  You normally weren’t like this. Every inch the people pleaser, you were usually deferential to the point of your own detriment. 

But you were still so tired, every inch of you aching, blood still dripping and slick along your exposed skin, and he was the one who decided to be rude first. 

Plus, you saved his life, too, thankyouverymuch. 

Dynamight actually seemed surprised by your response because his gaze stopped its frantic search of your darkened apartment and settled on you. Those scarlet eyes raked over you quickly, a flick from head to toe, before they met your own. 

A beat of silence passed between you, and then his face pulled into a sharp frown. 

“Well?” he grunted. “Are you actually going to answer me?” 

The nerve of this man. Maybe the media had been right. 

“What happened was you decided to practically drop a bomb outside on the street, and then you crashed straight through my window and destroyed my apartment,” you said in a short, clipped tone. “But don’t worry. My couch managed to break your fall, so you’re mostly in one piece. Oh, and you beat the villain, the other heroes are outside handing him off to authorities. Satisfied with my answers?” 

You sucked in a deep breath after your little tirade, the blood roaring in your ears. Absently, you patted yourself on the back for the impromptu white lie you’d fed him. The couch did in fact break his fall… and shoved a stake through his gut, but he didn’t need to know that. Fortunately, you had dropped said impaling object behind you in your haste to keep some blood in his body, and you shifted a little now to insure it was blocked from his view. You had healed his life-threatening injury—and his hearing, apparently, though you hadn’t intended that—but he was still covered in scrapes, cuts, and minor burns along his left arm. It was a… plausible amount of wounds, so hopefully your little quirk indiscretion would go unnoticed. 

Dynamight was still staring at you in silence, and you began to fidget, on the edge of saying you were going to go flag down another hero, when he finally spoke up again. 

“No, I’m not satisfied. You didn’t answer all my damn questions. Who the hell are you?” 

A flush of heat infused your cheeks—part anger, part embarrassment for being put on the spot again and being the subject of his intense glare—and you averted your eyes as you mumbled out your name. 

“Hah?” he practically shouted as he leaned forward, bringing with him that bewildering scent of burned sugar, but he suddenly stopped with a wince that he quickly turned into a scowl. “Speak up, I hate when people mutter. Just like goddamn Deku.” 

The last sentence wasn’t directed at you, but you found his mention of Japan’s Number One Hero intriguing. 

You sighed and repeated your name for him, a little louder this time, and he grunted in what seemed like acknowledgment before he started to struggle upright again in the ruins of your couch. 

“Don’t move too fast, you’ll start bleeding again,” you chided and scooted closer to stop him from aggravating the injury on his abdomen. You’d healed the worst of it, but it was still an open wound, and he was bound to be sore as hell after smashing through a window/wall. 

“M’ fine,” he grumbled as he settled into a slightly more seated position. Then he looked down and noticed his hoodie was still partially rucked up around his arm pits, and his red eyes shot back to you. He studied you for a long moment, but his face was unreadable. “Undressing me while I was unconscious? You’re not one of those damn obsessed fangirls, are ya?” 

Your cheeks flared red-hot, but you scowled at the ash-blond hero. “N-No! I—You were bleeding, so I wanted to make sure it wasn’t too b-bad. But, uh, the gash isn’t that deep.” 

It was a little harder to make more articulate, detailed lies, especially when his blood was still drying on your hands and you could remember the exact feel of his pulse slowing beneath your fingertips. 

Dynamight narrowed his scarlet eyes at you, and you knew you weren’t being convincing. Panic started to claw up the back of your throat again. His burning gaze was charring away at your weaknesses, your resolve. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, confessing. You’d saved his life after all. That wasn’t a bad thing. 

Then you remembered all the articles you’d looked up one anxiety-filled night, soon after moving here. All the stories about people using their quirks and causing damage. Of people with healing quirks trying to help and only doing more harm. The fines, the charges, and in rare cases, imprisonment. 

You didn’t think you’d be locked up, but you couldn’t afford any fines now, and as an immigrant, any mark on your record could get you immediately deported. 

Your mouth dried up. You couldn’t be deported, sent back to your parents as a failure again. What’s more, you had people who relied on you here, like Mrs. Kojima. You weren’t a hero, not important by any means, but… you had just found something to give your life a little purpose. A little stability. 

No, you couldn’t be discovered. You just couldn’t. 

Your newfound resolve stiffened your spine a little, but when you lifted your chin and met those piercing crimson eyes again, your courage—along with your tongue—shriveled inside you. 

Fuck, how were you going to lie your way out of this? 

Unfortunately, Dynamight didn’t give you any more time to get your story straight. 

“Your hands are all fucked up.” 

You startled at his rough voice, instinctively flipping your hands palm-side down and tucking them between your legs. Then, when your brain caught up to your body, you cursed yourself. 

Could you be any more obvious, any more guilty? 

“I, uh, i-it’s nothing,” you stammered, clearing your throat before you continued. “I cut myself on the broken glass from the window, but it’s not serious. Nothing a few bandaids won’t fix, anyway. Maybe some gauze and antiseptic, but definitely not a hospital visit or anything.” 

You knew you were babbling but somehow couldn’t stop it, your anxiety just seizing control of your tongue, and you clenched your torn-up hands into fists until the stinging pain centered you a little bit. 

Once again, Dynamight studied you in silence, like he was choosing his words carefully. 

“Did you nick your damn wrist, too?” he finally asked as his neutral mask twisted into his signature scowl. “Looks like a lot of blood. Don’t be an idiot and bleed out on me. I don’t wanna deal with the fuckin’ paperwork.” 

Well, maybe not that carefully. 

“I-I’m not bleeding out,” you protested with a frown. “I’m fine.” 

“Let me see.” 

You blinked. “Excuse me? 

The hero stuck out his right hand, palm up, his scowl only deepening. “Let me see your hands.” 

Fuck. A drop of icy cold fear slid down your spine. Your hands were indeed “fucked up” like the blond said, but the cuts were all shallow and minor. They would in no way explain how you were coated in blood up past your wrists. None of your injuries would account for that. 

And none of his current ones would, either. 

“I—” You opened and closed your mouth several times like a gasping fish, and Dynamight’s eyes narrowed on you with what you were sure was suspicion. 

And then, like a gift from the heavens, a small but bright beam of light suddenly flooded your apartment from over your shoulder. 

“Dynamight?” a male voice shouted. 

The blond hero clenched his eyes shut and turned away from the light, and you. “I’m here! Turn that damn light out.” 

Said light cut out an instant later, and you seized the opportunity that had just been presented to you. 

Quick as a whip, you leaned over and snatched a large swath of dark fabric that you’d seen in the brief moment of illumination, and you reeled it into your lap quickly. The fabric had been a personal project of yours, a gown you’d started on a whim, but that didn’t matter now. Dynamight was still rubbing at his eyes, grumbling about being blinded, so you kicked half of the unfinished garment under and around the base of the ruined couch, effectively covering up the large pool of blood that had congealed under the splintered furniture. Then you reached behind you, grabbed the bloody stake, and shoved it between the folds of fabric. 

There. Now, most of the evidence was hidden. 

And not a moment too soon, because in the next breath you heard the crunch of glass as the unnamed hero stepped into the apartment behind you. 

“Hello?” 

“We’re over here,” you called back, struggling to your feet so the hero could see you over the back of the couch. 

The hero was silhouetted against your ruined window and the flashing police lights outside, so you couldn’t see much of his face, but you could tell he was tall and broad-shouldered, wrapped in a red and purple suit you didn’t recognize. 

“Are you alright, ma’am?” the hero asked in very formal Japanese. 

You opened your mouth to reply, but Dynamight cut you off. It seemed to be a habit of his. 

“We’re fine,” he grunted, and you turned to see the blond shoving himself to his feet. A gasp caught in your throat, and you made a half-aborted motion to stop him, but his red eyes snapped up and glared at you, freezing you in your tracks. “Aren’t we?” 

It took a moment for you to realize the last question was directed at you, and when Dynamight’s lip curled up into a sneer as he accusingly dropped his gaze to your hands, you realized none of your lies had convinced him after all. 

“Y-Yes.” The word stumbled out of your mouth without your permission, but you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes off the blond as you felt your world falling in around you for the second time tonight. “We’re fine.” 

The hero behind you said something, but it was lost in the static suddenly filling your head. 

He knows. He knows. Dynamight knows. 

The words cycled through your brain again and again, a broken record. What would he do? Would he tell the other hero? Or take you down to the authorities himself? And what then? Would they arrest you? Give you a few days to pack up and say your goodbyes before your deportation? 

Just as you were beginning to spiral, movement caught your attention, and you watched as if from a distance as Dynamight suddenly stepped past you, the scent of burnt sugar stinging your nose as he went. He was talking, and the low rumble of his voice vibrated through your body since he was so close, barely a hair’s breadth away, but he seemed to be talking to the other hero. 

Was he confessing your secret already? 

You couldn’t seem to turn around, your slippered feet rooted to your debris strewn floor. Even in the dark, you could see the black stain of Dynamight’s blood on your ruined couch cushions, and without thinking, you leaned down, picked up another torn and dirty piece of fabric, and threw it over the stain, blocking it from view. 

You didn’t know why you did that. It didn’t matter now. Dynamight knew, and— 

“Ma’am?” A hand touched your elbow, and you jumped, whirling around. “Whoa, careful there.” 

It was the tall hero in the red and purple suit. He was wearing a partial mask over his eyes, so only the lower half of his face was visible, framed by two pieces of dark hair. He smiled at you, a pleasant, reassuring gesture, but you could only gape at him. 

“Are you alright?” he asked you again, a frown replacing his smile. His eyes started to look you over, but you shoved your hands into the pockets of your sweats before he could see them. 

It doesn’t matter, you idiot, your brain screamed, but your body was still going through the motions of keeping your secret, twisting your hands in your pockets, trying to rub out the blood. 

“I’m fine,” you said again and then realized repeating the same trite phrase probably wasn’t convincing. So, you smiled at the hero, or at least you thought you did. Your face felt strangely stiff and numb, but you flashed your teeth and crinkled your eyes just the same. “Really. I’m just a little… shaken up is all. I have a few cuts and bruises, but nothing serious. The apartment took the worst of the damage, obviously.” 

You laughed, a hint of hysteria in your voice, as you gestured to the gaping hole in your wall behind the hero, hoping to get him away from your blood-soaked couch. And, blessedly, he did turn, so you took a few steps past him until you were both facing the broken window. 

Then you noticed Dynamight was standing near the hole, very cautiously leaning against the last remaining, exposed stud in the wall, with his hands shoved in the pocket of his hoodie. His body was facing out into the street, but his eyes were still locked on you, the red of them only intensified by the police lights still flashing on the street. 

His eyes seemed to say, I know what you did, and all the saliva dried up in your mouth. 

“Well, as bad as the damage is to your home, I’m glad you weren’t seriously injured, ma’am,” the hero at your side suddenly said, and you jolted when you realized he was responding to your inane babble from what already felt like hours ago. 

“O-Oh, yes.” You smiled again, just as forced and twice as shaky. “I was… very lucky. A-And thank you! For doing your part to s-stop that villain before he hurt anyone or caused even more damage.” 

“Yes, well, there was still more damage than I would have preferred,” the hero replied, and you didn’t miss the dirty look he shot Dynamight, who just deepened his scowl because he was still looking at you. “But let’s get you down to the street. The paramedics will look you over, and the authorities will want to take a statement. But don’t worry, they’ll also put you up in a hotel for the night since you obviously can’t stay here.” 

He threw the last part of the sentence at Dynamight like a dagger, and the blond finally tore his eyes off you to glare at the other hero. 

You waited for the explosive hero to… well, explode, but he only stared down the tall man beside you before he rolled his eyes, glanced at you one last time, and then jumped out the hole in your wall. 

“No—” you gasped, stumbling forward like you could stop him, but an instant later, you heard a mini-boom out on the street, followed by Dynamight barking orders at someone. 

Oh, yeah. You remembered how the blond had burst through the air while fighting the villain and realized he didn’t just ruin all your hard, illegal healing work by face-planting onto the concrete. 

You sighed and suddenly swayed, like the blond leaving had finally cut all of your tense strings. The adrenaline was fading at last, exhaustion leeching through your veins in its place, and you listed into the hero beside you. 

“Ma’am?” he asked, a note of concern in his voice. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled sleepily, trying and failing to find your balance. “I think… the shock is wearing off. Just… tired.” 

“Would it be alright if I carried you down to the street?” 

You wanted to protest, say you could take the stairs down to your shop, but your tongue felt sluggish in your mouth, and all you managed was a vaguely affirmative sounding hum. 

“Okay, hold on.” 

You felt one hand wrap around your shoulders while the other scooped you up around the knees, and usually, you would protest, insecure about your weight, but the hero settled you against his chest with ease. The instant you were off your feet, every muscle in your body went limp, and you were too tired to even be embarrassed when your head flopped against the hero’s collarbone. 

You had the vague thought that he didn’t smell like warm sugar, followed by a flash of disappointment, but then the hero was moving, jumping, and you were falling through the air. 

Unfortunately, you didn’t get the luxury of passing out. 

Once you hit the street, it was all sirens and shouting, flashing lights and flashes of people, so many people. 

True to his word, the hero in the red and purple suit carried you over to an ambulance and two waiting paramedics. The American in you panicked, instinctively trying to refuse care because your shop and home were just destroyed, you didn’t have money for an ambulance ride, too. 

But as the medics peppered you with rapid fire Japanese questions, you were reminded of where you were, and the bright flashlight shining into your eyes sure woke you up a little. 

The next half an hour was a blur. The paramedics tended to the wounds on your palms, knees, and, embarrassingly, ass, but all of the cuts were shallow, and none of them even required stitches. You knew they wouldn’t require stitches anyway, because once you rested up, your quirk would heal you, but you kept your mouth shut and let the medics wrap you in gauze and bandages. You seemed to have rubbed away enough of the blood on your hands that they weren’t suspicious, but it brought you no relief. 

While they worked, you watched the heroes and police out of your peripherals. They were still working to seal off the scene and tend to your neighbors, who were gathered further down the block behind some yellow tape. It didn’t look like anyone else had been injured beside you, and for that you were grateful. 

But your stomach was still in knots. 

More than once, you heard Dynamight’s brash voice bark over the sirens and other voices, and as the paramedics were finishing up the bandages on your hands, a head of ash-blond hair jutted out over the police car closest to you. Unable to stop yourself, your eyes zeroed in on that distinctive hair color, and you saw the explosive hero was speaking—well, yelling—at two police officers. 

Your mouth felt suddenly dry despite the multiple cups of water the medics had fed to you. What was Dynamight saying? 

As if he could hear your thoughts, red eyes snapped to the side and locked onto yours, and the breath hitched in your chest. That crimson gaze held you trapped, unable to look away, so when the two officers he’d been speaking to suddenly stepped into your field of vision, you gasped. 

“Apologies, didn’t mean to startle you, ma’am,” one of the officers said. He was a middle-aged man, balding, with a serious face and a no-nonsense expression. “We just wanted to ask you a few questions, if you feel up to it.” 

You swallowed, your throat clicking, and your heart stuttered into a breakneck pace beneath your sternum. 

“O-Of course,” you replied, only stumbling a little over your Japanese. You smiled at the officers, but the expression felt stilted, and fear seized you by the throat and squeezed until your breaths were shallow and grating in your ears. 

“Thank you.” The balding officer nodded. “My name is Detective Nakahara. I’ve been told you witnessed and were injured in tonight’s attack.” 

You thought the injury part was obvious, given your myriad of bandages and the fact you were sitting in the back of an ambulance, but you nodded to confirm anyway since your voice had abandoned you. 

This was it. He was going to ask you the damning question, and you were going to tell the truth. Lying to a hero in the heat of the moment had been one thing, but lying to a police officer during an official statement was another thing entirely. It would take one database search for them to confirm your quirk and Dynamight’s story, and then you really would be in trouble. Maybe imprisoned instead of deported. You cursed yourself for not knowing more about the laws that were going to quickly ruin your life. 

But… then Nakahara started asking you about the villain and what you saw, and you stuttered out an answer to the best of your ability. You thought this might have been a disarming tactic, to lull you into a false sense of security, but when you got to the part of the story where Dynamight burst through your window, the officer sighed. 

“I take it that’s your apartment there?” Detective Nakahara asked as he gestured to the gaping hole. 

“Y-Yes.” You nodded. “And I own the shop below.” 

Which you now realized looked no better than your apartment. The windows were all blown out, black scorch marks along the door frame, and you didn’t want to even think about the shape of the interior. 

“What kind of shop is it?” he followed up, but he sounded more curious than interrogatory. 

“Clothing alterations,” you said. “M-My grandparents were a tailor and seamstress. I inherited the shop about a year ago, after they passed.” 

“My condolences,” Nakahara murmured with a small dip of his head, and he seemed genuine. “For your grandparents, and your home and business.” 

You blinked in surprise at the turn in conversation. “O-Oh, thank you, that’s very kind.” 

“Do you have anywhere to go for the night, or were you on the way to the hospital?” he asked as he looked you over. 

“No,” you said quickly and then blushed. “I-I mean, my injuries aren’t serious enough for a hospital visit. Just some cuts and scrapes.” 

“Alright.” Nakahara nodded. “Is there any family we can call for you? Or take you to?” 

“N-No,” you repeated, a little more timidly this time. “My parents… don’t live around here, and I don’t really have any other family.” 

“Any friends?” he asked with a furrowed brow. 

Your face was red-hot now, and you dropped your eyes to your lap, fiddling with your bandaged fingers. What were you going to say? That you were an introvert, and the only “friends” you had were the old ladies who frequented your shop? 

“None that I would want to bother in the middle of the night,” you muttered before you suddenly remembered something. “But, um, one of the heroes said you could maybe take me to a hotel?” 

“Of course, we can take you right now, and we’ll also pay for the night,” the detective said. 

“Oh, you don’t have to—” you started to protest as you snapped your head up, but the officer held up a hand. 

“The city has funds to aid those displaced by villain attacks,” he explained. “The next forty-eight hours are guaranteed, so if I were you, I would use the opportunity to rest.” 

Detective Nakahara glanced down at your bandages, and you bit your lips as you nodded. 

“Okay, thank you for your help then, sir.” It was all you could think to say. 

“You’re welcome.” Nakahara nodded back at you and then reached out to help you out of the ambulance. “If you’ll come this way, we can have an officer collect some things from your apartment, and then we’ll head to the hotel and get you settled.” 

The finality in his tone and the idea of a hotel drew you up short. What… was happening? You had thought the detective was going to interrogate you about your quirk, not… chauffeur you to a nice hotel. 

The practical part of your brain was screaming for you to let it go, but the words were high-diving off your tongue before you could stop them. 

“I-Is that all?” 

Detective Nakahara paused and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Is what all?” 

“I—” Shut up, shut up, shut up! “You didn’t have any more questions for me?” 

“No,” the detective said simply. “We have your statement, and it matches the others we’ve obtained.” Here, he frowned and seemed to study you for a moment. “Did you have any other questions for me?” 

“I… was just wondering what the next steps are for my apartment and shop,” you blurted out the first thing you could think of. “Will the… city pay for repairs? Do I have to fill out some forms?” 

It was an honest question, a real one you had, but your mind was still reeling. He wasn’t going to ask about your quirk? Had… Had Dynamight not said anything? 

Nakahara sighed but held a hand out for you to take, and you absently let him help you down from the ambulance. Then he slowly began walking toward one of the police cars, and you had no choice but to follow since you were still holding onto his arm for balance. 

“Unfortunately,” the detective started, “the city will not be able to repair your home or business.” 

“Why?” you asked with a frown. “I thought you said there were funds.” 

“There are,” he said, and when you looked up at him, you noticed his lips were pursed into a thin line. “And, if the villain himself had thrown debris through your window, then the city would compensate you. But, in this situation, Dynamight caused the damaged.” 

The detective practically spat the blond hero’s name, and your surprise must have shown on your face because Nakahara quickly cleared his throat and schooled his expression. 

“Because of this, his agency will be responsible for repairs, so you will have to contact them,” the officer finished. 

Contact them? You had to contact Dynamight’s agency, which meant… fuck. You felt the blood drain from your face, and your expression must have shown your dismay because Nakahara patted your hand that was still looped through his arm 

“But you can worry about that tomorrow,” he said. “Let’s get your things and get you to the hotel so you can rest.” 

You nodded blankly and let the detective lead you to the open backseat of a police car. Nakahara called another officer over, and the woman asked you questions about where things were in your apartment. You answered numbly, listing out different clothing items and how to get to your bedroom. Then she was gone, and Nakahara stepped away to do something else, so you were suddenly left all alone. 

Unbidden, you looked up and searched for that pair of scarlet eyes, that head of ash-blond hair, but the explosive hero was suddenly nowhere to be found. 

The crime scene continued to bustle around you, but all the while, two thoughts circled each other in your head, like binary stars stuck in each other’s orbit: 

Dynamight didn’t reveal my secret. 

But I’m going to have to face him again.

[waiting-for-cas-to-save-me]

Team free will x abused reader

Tw mentions of abuse

Yes i lived threw some ahit like this hence my therapy here fuxk off

You had been raised in this hellish life but it was all you know.you had the curse of being the youngest in a long line of Hunters so your parents wanted more from you,to be the poster child.You aren't like your parents who saw different angles and didn't believe everything you hunted had to be killed to put it lightly you wear the Sam Winchester of your family Your parents knew John so you kind of saw the boys once in a while and You grow close. You kept in touch with Sam and Dean as you got older and then at some point you just stopped talking to them I didn't like it but it happened let you leave that family home Because a family that slays together stays together way too many hunting families motto is that and that was yours You're a grown woman And yet you couldn't leaveThey had always been mentally and physically abusive the physical died down after Dean had threatened to slit their throats .it then became mental emotional financial everything they took your car keys and mind you you had paid for that card on your own you'd even spend the time with Bobby singer to fix it The title was in your name the whole nine yards But it was gone . Your father forced you to quit almost any job you had to try to make money and function Most times you didn't have a phone But one night everything changed a little Sam and Dean called you Said they had somebody that wanted you to meet in the case they needed to grow up with so you took him up on their offer and that's when you met the angel of Thursday CastielHe read you like a book He knew you were an okay he could see you the mental scarring All of it and over and gave you a hug which was weird Didn't say anything Just a hug a perplexed to the Winchester boys and yourself You got into the Impala He's out there looking at the floor Not wanting to acknowledge the song playing or the company you were in.you sat on edge in the motel room with the boys and hardly ateSam knew not to pry but he couldnt see on of the other hunter kids in paindeep down he knew he had to try to fix it.Getting you to open up was another story.so he left it alone for now.

After teh hunt you didnt want to go back home but deep down you knew if you didnt they'd come hunting you.you could beg Dean to hide you and he would in heartbeat you were like family to him.On the othe hand if you told him your family would end up dead and you didnt like that tought so you just let them take you home.Dean waited to leave the lot till he saw your head poke out of your window.  This was normal for you guys and he'd drive by every few days around the same time to check on you.

Casteel was to watch over you closely and he did most nights he'd listen in from the heavens till you'd rest your head for the night . Your sleep just got lighter and lighter.and you very rarely slept anymore . One Tuesday night you laid down trying to get some rest when you heard the wings fluter in you room .

On reflex you drew a knife from under the pillow . Cas just stood there hand out requesting you to stand down. The sunken checks the eye bags and the copious amounts of bruises you small frame  caused the angel to emit a white hot light.He turned to the door you grabbed is hand softly not wanting to see the after math of a smiting. "Cas please no . I earned the beating I swear I need to learn my place and just hunt like the rest of the family "the pain in your eyes and you tried to get him from going out that door. Knowing dawn good and well he could just Zapp out if the room.

Instead he reached in his coat pocket and grabbed his phone hit a contact and waiting for them to pick up..."Dean how fast can you get to (y/n's) place

We are breaking her out of this joint once and for all." He paused just for a moment then spoke once once more "yes Dean I know I am prepared for this if I have to do the extreme I will  just you Sam here asap  (y/n) pack a bag now please darling I am gripping you tight and rainy you from perdition "

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Just Friends – Part 10

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 3,412

Warning: Smut, Pregnancy

***Breaking the News***

After you told Cillian that you needed to talk, his heart skipped a beat. After bad experiences with his ex-girlfriend and ex-wife, he was prepared for the worst.

After taking a deep breath, he sat down right next to you on the lounge and, without words, he waited for you to say something.

But you struggled to find the words despite the fact that you ran over this scenario over and over again in your own mind all day.

Instead of saying anything, you broke out in tears again. Cillian immediately wrapped his arms around you and reached for the box of tissues on the coffee table in front of him.

‘Y/N, you are worrying me. You need to tell me what’s wrong’ he said calmly while holding you close.

‘I am pregnant Cilly’ you suddenly blurted out while you were still crying heavily and, as soon as you said it, Cillian sighed. But it wasn’t a sigh of frustration but, rather, a sigh of relief.

Despite his initial reaction, his words were caught in his throat. He didn’t say anything to you. He didn’t know what to say and it was clear to you that he was in shock.

‘Fuck’ he then simply murmured before abruptly getting up from where he was sitting. You could see his mind ticking over as he walked to the kitchen and returned with a glass of whiskey for himself and a glass of sparkling water for you.

You didn’t know what to make of his reaction as he sat back down next to you. He never drank spirits and the only reason you had a bottle of whiskey in the house was because he was gifted it for his 40th birthday.

The glass must have contained at least four shots, no ice and he drank almost half of it within less than thirty seconds.

His eyes were empty, looking into the unknown and you gently took his hands into yours.

‘Can you please say something Cillian’ you said calmly as you had stopped crying.

‘I am sorry Y/N, it’s just…’ Cillian said, unable to find his words but finally looking at you.

‘How?’ he then went on to ask as his mind kept working on digesting the news.

You couldn’t help but laugh about his question and responded the only way you could.

‘How do you think?’ you chuckled, causing Cillian to chuckle as well.

‘You know what I mean’ he then went on to say before drinking the rest of his whiskey.

‘I think that night at my parent’s house…’ you went on to explain before, again, losing your words. ‘I am so sorry Cillian, this is all my fault. I am such an idiot’ you went on to say, knowing that he made it clear to you that he didn’t want any more children.

‘Y/N, stop!’ Cillian responded, his hands caressing your face. ‘It takes two people to make a baby. I knew that you had forgotten your pill and, as hard as it would have been, I could have said no that night. So please, allow me to take some responsibility for this too, eh’ Cillian said calmly before attempting to kiss you, but you pulled away.

‘Babies…’ you said nervously.

‘What do you mean?’ Cillian asked confused.

‘I am pregnant with twins Cillian’ you said, laughing and crying at the same time.

Cillian’s chin dropped, his eyes widened and he began to chuckle. For about twenty seconds, there was an awkward silence between you while Cillian looked at you.

‘We need a bigger house and I need another glass of whiskey’ he then suddenly said, causing you both to laugh before, finally, sharing your first kiss in three weeks.

‘You know there are options Cillian. I know you said that you didn’t want anymore children and I am prepared to…’ you said, but Cillian silenced you before you could say anything else.

‘No, I couldn’t Y/N, please’ Cillian said with worry.

‘I love you, you know that?’ you said, relieved by Cillian’s decision and the fact that he wanted you to keep the babies.

‘I know and I love you and our growing family’ Cillian chuckled before pressing his lips onto yours.

The kiss soon became heated and you totally forgot about everything else but Cillian’s lips on yours and it wasn’t long until you climbed onto his lap and could already feel his raging erection against you.

‘Sorry…it’s been three weeks’ Cillian chuckled, knowing that you would probably not be in the mood for sex.

But, of course, he was wrong. You could never leave your hands of Cillian for very long and you were used to this sort of reaction from him as, usually, as soon as you kissed passionately, the desire between his legs grew. It was almost like he was in his twenties again, which often made you joke about it.

‘I need to have a shower Cilly’ you smirked in between kisses while you were grinding yourself against him.

‘Mind if I join?’ he grinned and, just like that, you took his hand and pulled up him towards the bathroom.

***In the Shower***

In a haste, you both got undressed and got inside the large shower, hoping that, this time, the hot water wouldn’t run out.

Pretty much as soon as you entered the shower, Cillian took the bar of soap and rubbed it gently across your shoulders and back. He lathered up his own hands, placed the soap back on the shelf, then went to work. Starting at your shoulders, Cillian massaged the creamy suds into your smooth skin, listening contently to your satisfied murmurings as his fingers worked their magic against your flesh. He worked every inch of your shoulders, pressing hard against your supple muscles, causing you to lean against the shower wall, your forearms now stopping you from falling forward.

Slowly, keeping to the same mix of massage and gentle caress, Cillian worked his way downwards, following the natural curve of your spine, across your midriff, towards your pert little ass. He grabbed the bar of soap once more and started to lather up your cheeks and upper thighs.

‘Hmm’ you moaned as Cillian finally ran his soapy hands in between your thighs.

You had spread your feet slightly and were pushing your ass out against his hands, trying your best to direct his attention to where you wanted it.

Cillian was never one to turn down an invitation and soon nudged his fingers gently against your now tingling sex.

He could feel you responding to his every touch. Intentionally, you were moving your body against his hands, moaning every time he touched your mound.

‘I missed this’ you moaned as Cillian continued, running his fingers against your outer lips, massaging gently at your puffy folds.

Cillian changed his position, pressing his hips hard up against your ass, his cock now pointing to the ceiling, sandwiched between your bodies. At the same time, he moved his hand around to the front of your legs, and once more delved between them, searching for your sodden sex. You were moaning continually, still soft but now more passionately, as he drew his middle two fingers along your innermost lips, tracing lines from your opening forward towards your clit. He would stay there for a moment, rubbing firmly at your hard bud, listening to your panted breath as you felt every nerve ending burst into life, then return to the gentle stroke along your sodden sex.

‘Cillian I need your cock inside me, please’ you moaned as he was teasing you. You were desperate for him.

‘Patience babe’ Cillian whispered as he worked his two fingers in and out of your sodden pussy, keeping a shallow but fast motion. He knew what you wanted, and that it wasn't his two fingers, but you were going to have to beg for it.

‘Cillian please’ you moaned as you were getting ever more desperate in your pleas.

He stopped moving his fingers and stood there for a moment, listening to your panted breath, feeling the tightness of your walls against his invading digits. You were trying as best as you could to rock your own hips against his hand, but Cillian held you firm.

‘Fuck me Cillian, please’ you practically screamed.

Cillian chuckled and removed his hand from between your legs. He couldn't resist a quick lick at his fingers, savouring the taste of your sweet juices, before taking a step or two away from you. Cillian placed a hand on each of your hips, then pulled firmly at them, forcing you to take your own couple of steps backward, your ass now pointing out towards him.

Cillian positioned himself, his cock now pointing straight towards your sodden sex, mere inches from nudging into your swollen lips. You still had your forearms firmly against the shower wall for balance, although now you had your hands together and your head nestled into them as you waited for his onslaught.

‘Ah, please’ you gasped as he brought his cock forward, letting his head graze gently against your sweet sex.

For a moment or two, he rocked back and forth, his cock simply rubbing against your slick folds, teasing at your inner most sex but never quite realising your desires. You would push back, trying to catch the very angle which would send him sinking deep into your waiting pussy, but never quite making it.

You had enough of Cillian’s games. You were panting hard and reached down with one hand, taking him by surprise. You took purchase on his cock, positioning it just where you wanted it, with his head right over your aching pussy. Then, before he had any chance to pull away, you pushed your hips backwards, gasping as you plunged yourself onto his waiting cock.

‘Now, fuck me’ you demanded as you heard Cillian groan behind you.

Cillian wasn't slow on the uptake, and as you pushed backwards, he in turn thrust forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside you. He took a firm grip on your hips, then slowly withdrew, all the way until just his head wedged into your opening. Once more, to the tune of a passionate groan, he plunged back into you. Over and over, he continued, pulling out slowly, then thrusting hard back in, listening to your moans.

‘Fuck yes’ you screamed each time he plunged into you.

Cillian soon picked up the pace, pulling out quickly then plunging back in, pummelling into you over and over again. You were meeting him, move for move, your ass slapping into his body with an audible clap. Faster and faster, he picked up the pace, his own breath now coming in pants as he worked your sex.

You could feel his every inch move within your tight walls, rubbing at your most sensitive spots, pushing you closer and closer to your release.

‘Yes, oh god. There, right fucking there. Don't stop’ you moaned, your walls tightening around Cillian’s cock.

‘Fuck Y/N, you feel so fucking good’ Cillian moaned in response, getting closer and closer to his own release. You were now both panting hard, moans subsiding as exertion took over. You could feel the ache deep inside, a tremble now in your legs as the passion grew in intensity.

‘Fuck Cillian, yes’ you moaned as, finally, your orgasm washed over you. A wave of pure pleasure engulfed you as you pressed your head hard against your arms. Your legs wobbled with the intensity of your orgasm, yet still Cillian continued, pushing on towards his own climax.

Your screams and the contraction of your tight walls sent Cillian over the edge as well and, with one loud groan and three more thrusts, he filled you with his warm cum.

‘Fuck I missed you’ Cillian panted as he pulled out of you slowly, causing some of his cum to run down your legs.

‘Looks like we'll have to freshen up once more’ you giggled as you noticed before kissing him passionately.

***Thunderstorm***

After you had passionate shower sex, you decided to take round two into the bedroom.

Just as you entered your bedroom, you could hear the thundering outside. The lightening strikes were evident through the window and you knew what that meant.

Just as expected, while Cillian was kissing you and your back landed on your large bed, you heard a loud cry from Max’s room following yet another loud thunder outside.

‘Oh no’ you sighed while Cillian chuckled, giving you another quick kiss before he got off you and quickly put on his pyjamas. You did the same and walked into Max’s room, comforting him just as a lightening strike hit a nearby house, resulting in a loud bang.

Moments later, you heard Charlie cry as well and Charlie instantly woke up his brother Hendrix.

Cillian was quick to check on them both and, before you knew it, both of you were carrying the youngest boys into your bedroom as the thunderstorm continued on. Hendrix quickly followed and you knew that you were in for a long night in a very crowded bed.

‘Dad?’ Charlie said quietly as Cillian put him next to Max and Hendrix, in the middle of the large bed.

‘Yes’ Cillian said quietly.

‘I missed you’ Charlie went on to say and Max was quick to tell him that he missed him as well.

‘I missed you too guys. Now we need to get some sleep, alright?’ Cillian said.

There you were, in your bed with three children, four doonas and five pillows when, what you were wanting so desperately, was a romantic and fun filled night with your boyfriend.

***Happy Birthday***

After a restless night, you woke at around 8am only to find that your once so crowded bed was now empty.

You quickly got up and walked downstairs and into the kitchen.

‘Oh my god, how good is that?’ you smiled as you saw that Cillian was making pancakes and Max, Charlie and Hendrix were helping him.

All three of them were already showered and dressed and a cup of hot coffee was waiting for you.

‘Happy Birthday’ Cillian and the boys said collectively and you quickly received a large box filled with artwork the boys had made together for you.

The boys then handed you flowers and another present which Cillian had bought for you.

‘Jesus Cilly, can you please not spend that much money on presents for me’ you said after you opened the present, revealing a beautiful necklace and earrings from your favourite shop.

‘I love you…thank you’ you then went on to say before giving him a kiss.

Over breakfast, you decided to take the kids to the museum that day and Cillian informed you what he had planned for the evening.

‘I asked your grandmother to look after the boys tonight so that I can take you out for your birthday’ Cillian explained.

‘Are we not taking the boys?’ you asked surprised.

‘No, just us’ Cillian said as he was cleaning up the plates and cups from the breakfast table.

‘Where are you taking me?’ you asked intrigued.

‘It’s a surprise’ he was quick to respond.

You liked surprises and didn’t dare to question him any further. Instead, you had a quick shower and got dressed while Cillian was getting the boys ready for the museum.

The day at the museum was exciting and you went to lunch thereafter.

By around 6 o’clock, your grandmother arrived to look after the boys and you got dressed in a beautiful short black dress.

Cillian was wearing jeans and a navy-blue buttoned shirt. You never told him but you thought that he looked incredible with his peaky haircut. It suited him.

***Another Surprise***

At around 7 o’clock you pulled up in front of a factory building in the new arts district of Dublin.

‘I’ve heard about this place’ you said with excitement as you had read about a new restaurant in the area a few weeks ago.

‘I know, you told me about it when we skyped last week’ he winked. Of course, he remembered, he always did.

‘Where are all the other people?’ you asked as you walked into the restaurant which is when you were taken to a private dining area.

The dining area was simply stunning. There was a single table in the middle of a wine cellar. The table was surrounded by large stands of candles and on top of the table there were some native flowers. In the background you could hear gentle jazz music.

You adored rustic places like this in Ireland and, whilst you had read about this particular restaurant, you didn’t know that it wasn’t yet open. It only recently had been refurbished.

‘There are no other people. The restaurant isn’t actually opening until next week’ Cillian explained.

‘Uhm, so why are we here then? There is food, right?’ you giggled but your question was answered as the owner of the restaurant greeted you and Cillian.

Cillian explained that he knows the owner of the restaurant from Cork. According to him, he used to date Cillian’s younger sister and Cillian had bought shares in the restaurant a few months ago.

After some short conversation, the restaurant owner explained the dishes he had prepared for you for the occasion before handing you the wine list.

‘I am sorry, I didn’t know that you won’t be able to drink’ Cillian chuckled as you pouted when looking at the wine list.

‘Still, this is probably the most romantic birthday ever. Thank you’ you smiled.

‘You are welcome’ Cillian smiled and, just as you began to talk some more about the recent news, the entrees arrived.

Over the course of an hour, you received plenty of delicious food to share and enjoyed each other’s company and, just after you finished your dessert, Cillian got up from his chair and took your hand quite suddenly.

‘Common, I show you something’ he said and you followed him through yet another wine cellar before he took you upstairs of the industrial complex.

‘What is amazing about this buildings is that you can see the whole of Dublin from up top’ Cillian said as you walked up three flights of stairs.

The building was located right on the Liffey and you could just imagine how amazing all the old buildings nearby would look from the top of the old converted factory. Usually, at night, all the old buildings and churches were lid up in different colours making it even more beautiful.

‘This is truly amazing Cillian’ you said as you finally reached the top and looked over the beautiful Dublin city landscape. But the city lights wasn’t what caught your eyes initially. What was even more spectacular than the city views was the fact that the rooftop itself was lid beautifully with candles and the floor was covered with rose petals.

‘You are such a romantic Cilly’ you giggled as you looked around and Cillian reached for both of your hands just as you were staring at him, thinking how lucky you were to have him.

‘I may have asked you up here under false pretences’ Cillian said quietly as his eyes gazed into yours.

‘What do you mean?’ you asked and, just as you did, Cillian dropped onto one of his knees while continuing to hold your hands.

‘I know that we haven’t been together for that long but I love you more than I have loved anyone else. I cannot imagine a life that doesn’t have you in it and I want to spend the rest of it with you’ Cillian said nervously as he reached for his pocket with one of his hands, causing you to take in a deep breath.

‘Y/N…would you marry me?’ he then asked as he held out the ring that Max had picked in Birmingham three weeks ago.

‘Oh my god’ you said as you broke out in tears. ‘Yes Cillian…yes, of course I will marry you’ you said with excitement, holding out your hand so that Cillian could place the ring onto your finger.

It fit perfectly and Cillian got up, pressing his lips onto yours.

‘I love you so much’ you said as your lips drifted apart momentarily.

‘And I love you’ Cillian smiled before giving you another kiss.

To be continued in August 2021 

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📚School Struggles📚 w/ 💥🪨KiriBaku💥🪨 HeadCanons

Pairings: KiriBaku X Black!Reader

Summary: College AU! Reader falls behind in course work, and won’t tell anybody. But Kirishima and Bakugou find out.

A/n: I’m an adult who went most of my life with undiagnosed learning disabilities so this would just be comforting to me. Lil angst! Lots of fluff. Implied ADHD and Dyslexia.

📕🖊 First tests are handed back in four of your eight classes.You’ve failed all but one which you barely passed. You are asked stay back as yet another professor suggests you find a tutor

📕🖊You’re lowkey offended. You’ve never needed a tutor before. Up until recently your performance in other areas compensated for your less than stellar academics. You were in gifted courses all your life. You would just hafta try harder

📕🖊 Kiri and Baku are saving a spot in line for you by the time you meet them at the cafe when you shove the thoughts of failure out of your brain and perk up to your usual self

📕🖊 Kiri’s face lights up as soon as he spots you. “Over here, Babe!” He beams flagging you down. Like it was hard to make out the giant red head in a crowd. Especially with the large lean, continuously pissed blonde scowling at everyone right by his side.

📕🖊 “Hey,Dumbass.” Baku smiles slightly and pulls a hand from his pocket to offer you a hug and a kiss on the temple

📕🖊 Kiri pulls you by your waist into his torso kissing your forehead “What took you so long?” He asks letting you free from the vice grip he had on your curvy hips

📕🖊 “I got a lil turned around again.” You lie pulling Bakugou’s free hand into yours then lean into his shoulder. There’s something very comforting about how warm he is all the time. You wanted to snuggle into his back but PDA really isn’t his thing and you are already pushing it

📕🖊 “It’s a big campus, Teddy, you just have to get used to it. You just transferred. Me and Eiji can take turns walking you from class to class until you get the hang of it, you know?” Baku says trying to read your eyes. He could just feel something is off. Your box braids and the angle itself saves you from any further scrutiny.

📕🖊“You guys, gotta be pretty sprung to do that for me, ya know.” You quip smirking up at him then over to Kiri. “Fuck you too, Teddy Bear.” Baku huffs smirking *maybe he was wrong, unlikely* “Yea basically, Pebs. Liking who you date is super manly.” Kirishima laughs grabbing his tray.

📕🖊 You three finally sit in a small wrap around booth. Bakugou taking the middle spot today. You do your best to not zone out and hyper fixate on your test scores by making sure to laugh at Kiri’s jokes and nod along with Baku’s venting

📕🖊 You slide your fork in and out of your picked over food as you strategize how to fix your current problem without alerting your boyfriends. Before you knew it your table is quiet with two crimson gazes fixed on you

📕🖊 “You’re quiet today, L/n.” Bakugou says fixing you with a deeply fierce gaze which was his way of looking concerned. Sharpness of your actual name drew you from your thoughts in a instant. “Hmmm I think Kats has a point, L/n Y/n.” Kirishima says in between slurps of his smoothie. His red eyes practically dripping with curious concern

📕🖊 You make a quick split decision between the truth and charm. “Wow, my government. I must be in real big trouble.” You pout trying to flirt your way out of a more serious conversation. You poke out your plush bottom at Kiri while slipping a hand onto Baku’s inner thigh and gently squeezing before hitting him with the same seductive pout

📕🖊 Big Mistake!😳 Bakugou’s vermillion eyes widen before becoming instantly stern as he grips your wrist tight enough to hurt. “The fuck are you doing?!! I was being serious, Y/n! And in public?!! You’re fucking priceless!” The ash blonde hisses with angry pink cheeks. Guilt washes over you when you snatch your wrist back. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to...talk about it.” You mumble. “Then use your fucking words!” 😤 Bakugou kisses his teeth and stands so Kiri lets him out. “He’s just a little embarrassed, Pebble. I needa talk him down. You can find your next class right?” He sighs watching Baku storm out

📕🖊 “Yea. I’m sorry. Tell him, Kiri. Please.” You squeak sheepishly grabbing your stuff. “He knows but I will. He’s mad about other stuff.” He nods following after Bakugou

📕🖊 It’s intimidating to compete with their history at times. You couldn’t bring yourself to just dump all your issues on them

📕🖊 You’ve only been dating since summer and Kiri and Baku have been dating since their senior year in high school year. You guys are starting your junior year and are still learning each other.

📕🖊 You get lost a couple times before finding the right building. The noise in your head going nearly at light speed to wrap all the problems you’re having. The professor passes the test you’d spent majority of last night and early morning studying for. You felt confident until it was in your hands.

📕🖊 You chew the pen top trying to finish up the last 7 short answer questions when then alarm for 5 minutes left is given. You panic not even having started the true false section on the last page. You scribble down answers just as time up is announced across the classroom

📕🖊 Defeat washes over while you shuffle out the door. You reach in your pocket to dig out the card for Student Accomidation Services your World Civ professor gave you. Maybe this was something simple as a “processing problem” as she had explained when you visited her during office hours

📕🖊 A throat clearing pulls you from your thoughts. You jump stuffing both hands into your jeans card and all. Bakugou stood unreadable propped up on a wall only a few steps away from you. “Eiji, thinks we need to talk about the cafe. Plus he doesn’t get out of lab til 3:45, so you’re kinda stuck with me.” Bakugou mumbles offering his palm as an olive branch.

📕🖊 “He’s probably right. I don’t mind just you, Tuff Guy. I really am sorry though, Katsuki.” You sigh interlocking your fingers with his. “I know, Teddy. I wasn’t really mad about that anyways.” Baku concedes as you two stroll down the hall. “I didn’t hurt your wrist earlier, did I?” Baku asks softly opening the door and meeting your eyes with gentle concern. “Nah, You didn’t, King Explosion Murder.” You laugh giving his hand a firm squeeze before kissing it

📕🖊 The walk to your dorm is quiet and peaceful. He lets you settle your school bag before speaking again “I just feel like you’re still trying to hide parts of yourself from us, especially me,” He says looking into your eyes now, “Like you’ve been pulling back. Eijirou thinks I’m looking too deep, but I doubt it. I know I can be a little rough and mean sometimes...well a lot of the times. I’m not easy to get along with. But you know you can talk to us when you’re upset or if something bothering you... if I’m bothering you. I don’t like you feeling like you have to pretend to be ok if you’re not.” Baku finishes crossing his arms tightly across your chest.

📕🖊 You dig your nails into your palms mercilessly. You open your mouth to reply and reassure him but the words won’t come. Baku notices what you’re doing to your hands and steps closer to take them into his. He rubs slow circles into the backs of them. Hot tears pool at the corners of your eyes as you try to find your voice. “Kats, I’m...I didn’t me...I...Of course you’re not what’s bothering me.” you croak out just as tears roll down your face and Baku pulls you to his chest.

📕🖊 Your breathing hitches and you just let yourself be disappointed, confused, frustrated, and upset about the last month and a half of struggling and wondering why you couldn’t tell anybody and why no one was even noticing. But He did. Baku had noticed. He rocks gently as you tremble in his arms rubbing firm circles in your lower back.

📕🖊 You two stay like that for what seems forever. Once your breathing evens out Baku’s hold relaxes. He kisses both your temples.You reluctantly let go , so you can pull wrinkled failing test pages from your backpack. “Please don’t laugh at me, Suki.” You peep placing the cause of your meltdown in his hands not attempting to have your puffy eyes met his red ones. Lifting your chin so you’re looking him in the eyes. “Come on, Teddy Bear. I wouldn’t dare.” He nods with the most serious face

📕🖊 Bakugou is quiet for a while as he leafs through the exam papers. “Why didn’t finish any of them?” He asks “Time. I’m a slow reader.” You mutter back. “I’ve seen you doing homework for two of these courses and passing those, what’s happening?” Baku says staring in disbelief at the scores at the top of each exam.

📕🖊 You swallow the lingering fear of judgement. You place a hand at your temple to remind yourself of Baku’s earlier tenderness. “I get anxious. It gets so much harder to read when I’m that worked up, and I can barely focus once I start forgetting answers...I know it’s just a test. I guess...That sounds dumb, doesn’t it?” You sigh shrug off your own explanation.

📕🖊 “Nope. Not dumb at all. Sounds like test anxiety to me. I struggled with that in high school . I didn’t know you were a slow reader, Teddy.” Baku says pulling your hand before you can dig your nails into it. “Yea. One of my professors thinks I have dyslexia and ADHD...but I’m not stupid sooo.” You hum rocking on your heels “That is not what either of those words mean, and I know you know that, L/n.” Bakugou growls he absolutely hates when you or Kirishima talk down on yourselves. “Yea but it feels like it though.” You sigh biting your lips

📕🖊 Before Baku can say a word, Kiri swings the door open. “Babes! Have you two hotties missed me?” The red head shouts coming through the door way smiling until he sees your puffy eyes and tense posture. “Bakugou Katsuki, I know you fucking didn’t?!!” Kiri questions suspiciously leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder and wrapping a protective hold around your waist.

📕🖊 “The Absolute fuc-” Baku’s defensive rant is cut short as you kiss the hand holding yours to quiet him as you answer Kiri “No Eiji, he didn’t. I’m flunking like half my classes.” You huff meeting his eyes with quivering lips trying your best not to cry all over again

📕🖊 Kiri is stunted into complete silence. The only thing he can think to say is an apology to his boyfriend for jumping to conclusions. Last time he checked your GPA’s a lot more impressive that his. “How the fuck is that even possible? You transferred into the honor courses.” Kiri says completely baffled moving to where he could see your face.

📕🖊 You explain to your boyfriends all the things that have been tripping you up and confusing you. You detail how hard studying has been as far as staying focused and actually understanding lengthy test questions

📕🖊 Kiri has a million questions at first but stops half way through after Baku grabs your overnight bag and leads you out the door. “You’re gonna freak her out all over again, Shitty Hair, if you keep going at her like that.” He could tell you were getting overwhelmed, and might cry again “My bad, Pebs.” Kiri says kissing your cheek as he follows behind

📕🖊 Once you get back to their apartment and Baku askes for your help making dinner. He has you read the directions and ingredients to him. You stumble through most of it, but that doesn’t stop him from praising you as soon as you finish. He has since learned you and Kiri do best when told how well you’re doing vs his typical shouting method

📕🖊 The three of you set an assessment time with the Student Disability Services on campus that doesn’t conflict with the Boys’ schedules, because they insisted that they’d both be there to support their baby and wouldn’t take your bullshit excuses for an actual reason to miss it

📕🖊 Kiri helps you make flash cards for your next test. If he remembers nothing else from Baku’s tutoring sessions the importance of repetition is drilled into him...among other things. Each time you ask him how that went he’ll just shudder. “It was the most intensely terrifying experience of my high school career, and we fought villains pretty regularly.” Kiri deadpans before grinning like the Cheshire Cat and covering his head. “You’re full of fucking shit, Shark Week! I’m the best tutor you assholes could hope for.” Baku yells pushing Kiri’s face into his pages of notes.

📕🖊 The night before your disability assessment you find yourself tossing and turning at like 4:45 in the morning. Kiri repositions pinning you in place so you face Baku’s back. You trace soft shapes into him just before he flips meeting your eyes. “Lil early isn’t it, Babygirl?” He whispers brushing away a few stray box braids covering your face. You don’t bother answering and instead offer him your palm and he takes it without hesitation interlocking your fingers with his. “Nervous?” He hums when he feels the steady trembling of your hand.

📕🖊 “Katsuki, what if there’s nothing wrong with me? What if it’s just me? What if I’m just...” you trail off not sure if you want him to hear how much this subject shakes your confidence. Bakugou moves close enough for your foreheads to touch. “If you’re just not smart? Not even possible. Whatever it is me and Kiri will help you go beyond. I know this is scary, but every first usually is.” Bakugou smiles softly

📕🖊 “Bbbbbuuut maybe I’m just du-” You attempt to argue until a sharp nip on the side of your neck where Kiri was peacefully nuzzled quiets you. “Nope. Not a chance. Pebble, don’t talk shit about my girlfriend again.” He mumbles in a gravelly half sleep voice. He settles again and snakes an arm around hips as he tugs Baku into you with the other. You open mouth your more to defend yourself but KatSuki just bops your nose as he closes his eyes, “You heard, the sexy ass red mountain. You’re fucking smart. Go back to sleep, Kay?”

📕🖊 “Kay.” You sigh digging your face into the crook of Baku’s neck. You lay there out argued but feeling overwhelming loved, so you chose to let them win the debate. The boys hardly agree on most things so they were totally probably right about this one anyways.

📕🖊 You are on a very very short list of people who Bakugou Katsuki repeats himself for. Like boy lets you “huh?” the fuck out of him. He will often cup your face or hold your hands if he needs tell you something important b/c he understands you’re a tactical learner

📕🖊 Best believe that all your future successes in classes big and small will be celebrated you getting taken out for icecream and if it’s a graded paper they’ll put on the fridge like you’re in grade school. You find it a little embarrassing but it really makes you feel like you’re making progress

📕🖊 Kiri brings your favorite snacks for study sessions so he can reward you for right answers and staying on task. You call it “childish” at first until he shrugs “Oh my bad we can try something els-” about to put them away. “Noooooo no those are my favorites.” You nearly jump over the table. Kiri has a shit eating grin the rest of the study session

📕🖊 When giving directions from the passenger seat both Kiri and Baku typically do a good job of remembering you need them to point left and right

📕🖊 If you’ve had long day in tutoring and homework and you guys are watching anime Bakugou will read the subs to you. Sometimes if he’s in a particularly good mood he might even imitate a voice or two

📕🖊 Kiri would politely let you ramble about one of your niche interests and will help you get back to your point when you get lost in a tangent

📕🖊 Don’t let these two hear you call yourself “dumb” or “stupid” Kiri will just act like he can’t comprehend what you’re saying like deadass “Pebs, speak English please. Nope not catching that, Babygirl. Did you say you were a smarticle particle? An intelligent ass motherfucker?! Oh, of course you are!” While Baku is more like “Sorry what was that? I thought I heard a very accomplished and creative thinking ass bitch say something? A incredibly capable ass bitch say something?A smart ass bitch say something?” Your only response is yes and then you get a forehead kiss

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Hi would it be ok if I requested a smutty Jensen Ackles where she and Jensen see each other again and they fall for each other all over again after years apart ?

I Missed You

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: Smut with a plot (somewhat 😅), 18+ READERS ONLY, fingering,orgasm denial, cum play,daddy kink, unprotected sex (NO GLOVE NO LOVE PEOPLE!!! Stay safe)

To my parents, if y'all ever find this, I'm so sorry. Lord, God please forgive me for I have SINNED.

@lclb13 I hope you like it, thanks for requesting ❤️

GIF CREDITS TO THE OWNER

Part 2

MASTERLIST

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"Jens mhm-" groaning you raked your fingers through the mass of hair on top of his head using his weakness to your advantage

"Fuck" Jensen grounded his hips into yours sending pleasurable shockwaves through your body with the friction created by his clothed crotch

Out of all the ways that you had imagined this night to be, this was most definitely what you had in mind. You didn't plan on bumping into your ex, Jensen today but the universe had different plans

Earlier on this morning you two had crossed paths in a nearby coffee shop. After breaking up nearly two years ago you accepted his invitation to sit and chat for a bit. You guys easily fell into conversation and you'd be lying if you said that a big part of you didn't miss having him around

You both kept echanging flirty looks as you both exchanged compliments like it was the first time of meeting one another. At some point during the conversation you hadn't realised how close your hands had gotten until his calloused fingers brushed against your hand. That one touch sparked something within you.

You both paused mid conversation, both waiting for the other to pull away but neither of you did, instead, he took a hold of your hand in larger one, brushing his thumb on the back of it, remebering how much you loved when he did that

That one conversation lead to you him inviting you out to a bar for drinks which fast forwarded to you lying on his couch while he dry humped you. Your lips molded together so perfectly as you both fought for dominance in the steamy kiss. The little shit unclipped your bra from the front and started rolling your perky nipples between his fingers

"Jens" you moaned and he took that opportunity to stick his tonge in your mouth, smirk playing on his lips knowing that he had won. Hooking your legs around his hips you lifted yours to meet his

"Too..much..clothes" your hands found the hem of his shirt, lifiting it to take it off of him. Jensen got the hint and sat up pulling his black shirt over his head before discarding it on the floor next to yours

"Pants off" you ordered licking your lips as you drooled over the sight of his well defined body. His muscles had gotten bigger than the last time and now he had a tattoo on his left bicep making him ten times attractive

The sound of his zipper being undone drew your attention downwards as he did as told. The tent in his boxers became more visable, your cunt clamped down aching to be filled by his cock

"See something you like" winking he leaned forward trailing open mouth kisses along the coloumn of your neck and colar bone, settling himself between your thighs again. His hands roamed your body as he reaquainted himself with it. His fingertips brushed every curve, every dip, every piece of flesh that was available to him until he reached the waistband of your lace panties. He looked down as he slipped his fingers in

"Fuck Y/N your cunt is dripping wet" he spread your slick through your folds and up to your clit drawing a breathless sigh from you

His lips attacked yours as he continued to play with the sensitive bud. Your hips bucked silently begging him to give you more but he refused, making you frustrated as he increased his movements

"What do you want kitten?" his dominant side came out to play and you knew it was going to be a long night

"Please Jensen" he halted his assault on your clit and you nearly cried from the loss of conatct

"You know damn well not to use my name kitten" his green eyes were darker than usual as he pinched your clit causing a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure

"I'm sorry daddy" the sound of fabric tearing filled the room and he dropped the ruien panties on the floor. A mischeavous look plastered itself on his face as he slipped two of his thick fingers your dripping cunt

"You will be" wasting no time he started thrusting his fingers into your needy pussy. You tried to grind yourself down on his hand but he held you in place with his free arm

Throwing your head back your moans filled the empty house along with the squelching sounds of your pussy. Jensen adjusted himself to be eye level with your cunt, using his free hand he started rubbing your clit making your toes curl

"Oh fuck! Right there, right there...FUCK DON'T STOP!" he continued his manic assault on you on a mission to have you cum on his fingers

"Look at you taking my fingers like the little slut that you are. Do you want to cum kitten?" he teased knowing that you were too far gone to respond cohearently. Your legs spread wider as your eyes rolled to the back of your head ready to release

Jensen picked up on your actions and immediately ripped his hand away, spanking your swollen cunt as you cried from being denied a release

"Not so fast kitten" he dragged his fingers through your slick a couple times before sliding three of them in this time

"Please daddy, please let me cum" you begged holding on to his forearm as he resumed his touture on you. He sped up and soon enough he had your back arching off the couch. You felt the familar knot forming and you knew that you were so close, your pussy squeezed down on his fingers

"Cum" screaming his name you felt a gush of your release and your hips bucked violently as he swiped his plam against your cunt coving the both of you in your own release

"Fuck yes, I still got it" he stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking away your arousal before dipping them back into you slowly pumping a few times, this time he shoved them in your mouth and you eagerly licked them clean

Reaching to pull his boxers down to return the favour he stopped you in your tracks, standing up to do it himself. His massive cock slapped against his stomach, the angry red tip taunted you as it leaked precum

"As much I want those pretty lips wrapped around my cock I need to be inside of you" wasting no time he shifted your hips to hang off the edge of the couch, raising your leg up he lined the tip of his cock with your entrance before sliding into your pussy

"Shit your still tight" he kissed your calves as he started ramming his cock into you without giving you time to adjust to his size

"Oh fuck" your titts bounced with each brutal thrust of his hips. Jensen pushed your legs up to you chest leaning forward to capture your plump lips in a searing kiss

This new angle gave him more leverage to ram you full of his cock. He went deeper into you as if that was even possible. The sinful sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the house

Panting you raked your nails down his back, you were pretty sure there would be bruses tomorrow but for now neither of you seemed to care

The tip of his cock contined to plow into your g-spot with each thrust casing you to see stars. Your pussy started fluttering against him signalling that you were close to your second orgasm for the night and he breathlessly chuckled

"You gonna cum again" you nodded unable to speak as you clung to him for dear life. For the second time tonight he pulled out before flipping you on to your knees. You held yourself upright by holding on to the backrest of the couch. Jensen spead your legs wider before smacking your ass, not one, not twice but three times before thrusting into your dripping cunt again

You slipped your hand down to rub your clit but he swatted it away applying pressure to the swollen nub himself. He used his free hand to take a hold of your hair, pulling you up flush against him. Your eyes fell upon the big mirror on the wall opposite you as he continued to fuck you

Using that same hand he wrapped his fingers around your throat applying a bit of pressure as he held your gaze in the reflection. Your face was flushed from being fucked like the whore that you were for this man

"Look at daddy's cock kitten, look at how your sweet pussy is taking me so easily" you moaned fixing your gaze down to where your sweaty bodies connected. You could see your arousal dripping down his balls and on the insides of your thighs, that sight alone made you want to cum on sight but you know that if you did you wouldn't like the end result

"Don't even think about it sweetheart" he knew you like the back of his hands. Your eyes rolled to back of your head as he released your neck. His fingertips dug into your hips as his thrusts became sloppy

"I..I can't hold..it" your legs trembled from the intensity of the orgasm threatening to rip through you

"Cum on my cock" your screams bounced off the walls as you squirted for the second time. The sound of your juices hitting the hardwood floor was music to his ears as he rubbed your clit, cock still thrusting in and out of you

"Good girl" your toes curled, vision became hazy as Jensen continued to rub your sensitive clit chasing his release. He thrusted into you one last time before stilling completely

His warm seed filled your needy cunt, smacking your ass in the process coming down from his high. Jensen removed his softening cock from your pussy and you both watched in delight as his cum leaked from your abused hole

You ran your fingers through his sticky release before sucking them clean as he looked at you in the mirror, enjoying the salty taste of it. He turned you to face him, lips meeting together in a short but passionate kiss

"I missed you Y/N"

"I missed you too Jens"

[turtlepated]

When it Rains in the Valley

Stardew Valley fic - ShanexFemaleFarmerOC

NSFW - One shot

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You could have happily stayed curled up in bed for another hour or more, but even though your eyes were still closed and your body still relaxed and warm below the quilt your mind was dragging itself awake.

Sighing softly through your nose, you burrowed deeper into the mattress and allowed yourself just a little bit longer before getting up and beginning your day. Eyes still shut, you began to mull over the plans that had begun forming the previous night as you dropped off to sleep. The wheat field would be ready to harvest soon, and there was the irrigation system to fine-tune before replanting with a new crop. Rows of corn stalks packed with ears that would need to be picked before the crows got at them. And of course there were the chickens that would need feeding and cows that would need milking. 

The list was never ending, crops to tend to, repairs to be made, wood to gather, fruit to be made into jams and jellies, vegetables canned and preserved. You were proud of your modest little farmstead, even if it did require all the work and attentiveness you could muster. 

With another gentle sigh you began building up the will to hoist yourself out of bed, going still when a soft, rhythmic sound met your ears. You stilled, frowning into the pillow, recognition coming slowly into your still-sleep-muddled brain. Just as you worked out what it was, you felt the mattress shift beside you as a heavy form settled at the edge of the bed, an arm reaching across you to brace against the comforter. 

A familiar scent and a waft of warm breath across your cheek as a kiss was pressed there, the ticklish scratch of stubble against your skin that made goosebumps sweep up your arms. You didn’t open your eyes, but you couldn’t contain the smile that stretched your lips as another kiss landed on your temple. 

“It’s raining.” Humming, you rolled onto your back, caged between the arm braced against the mattress at your side and the warm, solid body that perched on the edge of the bed. Even in the semi-darkness of the stormy, pre-dawn morning you could see him; his dark hair damp and sticking up oddly in a few places, his ratty blue Jojamart jacket nowhere to be seen. He smelled faintly of rain, crisp and tangy mixed in with the rich, earthy aroma of clean hay and the heady, somewhat spicy scent you’d come to associate with just him. As you were taking him in he did the same to you, his forest green eyes roving your form with avid interest and a profound fondness that made your breath catch in your throat. When your eyes met he grinned lopsidedly, lowering his face back to yours and favoring you with soft, languid kisses to your cheeks, your chin and nose and forehead, not stopping even when you giggled and squirmed at the tickle of his scruff. 

“I thought that’s what it sounded like,” you murmured in response, curling a hand around the top of his shoulder as he drew back enough so you could look at one another. Shane shifted then, reaching up with a hand to brush a stray fall of hair off your forehead. 

“I had an idea,” he said, his voice soft and low, making you shiver. You raised your brows at him, an invitation to continue. 

“You won’t need to water the fields today,” he went on. “And I just came in from taking care of the animals. I know you wanted to fix up the irrigation in the wheat field, but you can’t do it in the rain…. So the morning is pretty wide open...” You were grinning now, the hand on his shoulder gradually working its way up the curve of his neck while his own hand likewise began to wander, feeling for the top of the blanket and peeling it back enough to find the hem of your sleep shirt which had ridden up in the night. 

As his fingers splayed across your stomach, sliding in no particular hurry up towards your ribcage, your hand caught him by the back of his neck, urging his head down to you. You could see and hear him swallow as he complied, not quite able to shake his nerves even though this had been his idea. Craning your neck, you kissed the tiny furrow between his eyebrows, soothing away the worried lines on his features. “What did you have in mind?” you teased, able to discern the flush creeping up his neck and blooming on his cheeks even in the low light. 

Abruptly the large, warm hand on your torso slid up to cup your breast, kneading gently, the short, blunt thumbnail toying with your nipple until it hardened. When you let out an appreciative purr and reciprocated by raking your nails through the fine, buzzed hair at the base of his skull, Shane shuddered and dove down to capture your mouth in a heated kiss. You broke apart long enough to kick yourself free of the covers as he clambered fully onto the bed, toeing off his wet shoes before settling at your side, supporting himself on one elbow so he could lean over you. 

Things stilled for a moment between you. Excitement was sparking through your body, waking you fully, every inch of skin prickling attentively in anticipation but you were transfixed by the awestruck look on his face, as if he still couldn’t believe something like this was happening to him. His eyes were riveted to you, flitting all over, seemingly unable to settle anywhere for long. You watched his tongue dart out to wet his parted lips, his chest rising and falling quicker despite the fact that all that had transpired so far was a hot kiss and copping a feel. 

Shane tended to get lost in his own head, and for most of the time you had known each other that could be a treacherous place. But you knew just how to bring him back to the here and now. Smiling, you reached up to touch his face, loving the rasp of his whiskers against your palm. He turned to press his lips into your hand, a rush of warmth spreading from the center of your chest outward. 

“C’mere,” you breathed into the space between you, meeting his mouth halfway as he leaned down to kiss you. You sighed into the kiss, drinking in the smell and taste and feel of him in the soft give and take that followed, quickly growing more demanding and desperate as you all but tugged him bodily on top of you. Fingers delved into his hair, scratching his scalp as your legs tangled together: yours bare but for cotton sleep shorts, his in old jeans from where he’d gone out to the coop and the barn. The rough texture against your calves and thighs was rapidly causing arousal to pool, bubbling like molten metal, in your pelvis. Shane had rucked your shirt up practically to your neck, squeezing and massaging your chest while breaking off from your lips to kiss a chain across your cheek to the sensitive spot behind your ear. 

“Fuck,” he gasped, hot breath blasting against the side of your neck. “You’re so beautiful. How are you so beautiful?” You felt yourself flushing under his murmured words of praise, struggling to get your shirt off and out of the way. Noticing your wriggling, Shane backed off and took the bunched material in his hands as you sat up enough to slip your arms and head out. His lust-blown eyes grew impossibly larger as he distractedly dropped your shirt and lowered himself, chest to chest, pressing you down into the mattress as he ravished your exposed neck and collarbones and shoulders with single-minded attention; lips and teeth and tongue, a mix of heat and chill as his breath ghosted over the dampened skin before pressing hot, open mouth kisses anywhere he could reach.  

You mewled softly at his ministrations, your blood scorching as it roared in your veins, your pulse thumping in your chest and in your ears and between your legs. Sighing his name you tipped your head to one side, offering him more room which he gladly accepted as he sucked marks along the column of your throat. You crossed your ankles around one of his, gripping his leg between yours, an exhilarating swooping sensation in the pit of your stomach at the prominent bulge that pressed into your hip through layers of fabric. 

“Mmm, too many clothes,” you managed to say, your hands fumbling for the bottom of the ill-fitting polo shirt he still insisted on wearing, saying it was a waste to wear anything else because it would only get dirty. Shane sucked in a breath as your hands tugged the hem from his waistband and you felt him tense all over. 

“Wait, wait,” he stammered. “Just… gimme a second, okay?” 

You let out a sad little huff as he lifted himself off you to sit uncertainly back on the side of the bed, sitting up to fix him with a knowing look as he dithered about looking anywhere but at your face. As many times as you had seen one another naked, Shane still got self-conscious sometimes about his physique. As a former athlete, he was even more uncomfortable with the soft chest and rounded stomach that had resulted from the hours he’d logged in the corner by the fireplace at the Stardrop Saloon. You didn’t mind it in the slightest, point of fact you had found him incredibly attractive ever since your first meeting when he waspishly snapped at you to leave him alone. Telling him that you liked the way he looked was all well and good, but he never quite seemed to believe you. 

Anyway, showing him was much more fun…

The line of his shoulders was tense as you rose onto your knees, scooting your way across the bed to him. You felt him jump slightly as you leaned against his back, your face angling into the curve of his neck as your arms wound around him. After a beat he relaxed into your embrace with a long sigh, distracted from whatever train of thought was trying to steer him away from you. 

“Let me help?” you mumbled against his neck, asking permission but also assuring him that it was what you wanted. You smiled when you felt and heard his breath hitch slightly, your lips ghosting across his skin as he swallowed and nodded his consent. Fingers spread to caress his chest, you slid your palms down the curve of his abdomen towards the bottom of his polo, which was still partially guarded by the arms folded over his middle. 

You paused when your fingertips met his forearms, chuckling under your breath and shifting closer, pressing more firmly against him and resting your chin on his shoulder. 

“Shane? Honey?” you whispered, tucking your face into the side of his neck and kissing softly at the space behind his ear. A tiny moan issued from between his parted lips, but you had his attention again. “It’s okay.” Slowly, he allowed your fingers to delve past his arms to the hem of his shirt and beneath. 

Working slowly, keeping up a steady stream of praises and confirmations muttered into his ear and neck and the side of his head, you shucked off his shirt and cast it aside. Without the fabric separating you, your breasts flush against his bare back, your hands skating up and down his stomach and chest while your mouth worked along the curve of his shoulder, Shane couldn’t keep himself quiet; moans and gasps and whispered curses. 

Grinning wickedly against his heated skin, you took a bit of his neck carefully between your teeth while raking your nails through the dark hair that dusted his pecs, circling his nipples and experiencing a sense of satisfaction when the dual sensations drew a choked off cry from him, his back arching and his head falling back over your shoulder.

Your ploy worked, but your triumph was short lived. With his inhibitions now thoroughly forgotten, Shane spun in your arms and caught your lips in a searing kiss as he surged forward back onto the bed, driving you ahead of and then under him as one arm encircled your hips while the free hand kneaded at your chest. Another thrill went through you at his sudden ardor, your hands resuming their stroking and petting as he again broke off the kiss to nip a matching mark on your own neck that made you hiss. You shuddered afterward as you felt his tongue, hot and wet, gently lapping at what would surely be a bruise. 

“Hah, still too many clothes,” you breathed against the shell of his ear with a grin. You felt him hum into your skin as an answer, shifting to get his hands and knees under him to raise off of you. His eyes were practically glued to you as you shimmied out of your sleep shorts and underwear, smiling coyly at him as you dropped them carelessly over the side of the bed and lay fully naked before him. For a beat all he seemed able to do was simply gape at you and a nervous flutter started up in your stomach. 

In the next instant he settled himself beside you and you threw a leg up and over his hip, pulling flush against him and a little thrilled by the fact that you were now bare while he was still half dressed. Shane began moving, himself and you, scooting his way to the center of the bed and then rolling onto his back and pulling you with him so that you now straddled his waist. His hands both came up to grasp at your ass, fingers digging deliciously into the flesh before sliding up the curve to grip your hips, holding you tight against him as your mouths moved against one another. 

You hummed into him as one of his hands roved back over the curve of your ass, the other pressing into your back, holding you to him. The wandering hand didn’t stop at the crest of the rise, continuing on downhill and between your legs where you were already growing pleasantly wet. Two fingers brushed at your lips and you felt Shane smile into your kiss as he noticed it as well, pressing them in just a little further. You gasped into his mouth at the minor intrusion, feeling the rumbling from deep in his chest as he chuckled. 

In revenge for his teasing you rolled your hips, grinding against his pelvis and grinning at the groan that escaped him. His hands immediately left your body and fumbled with his button and fly, squirming to work them down his hips without unseating you. Your grin widened at his desperation, but you obligingly raised yourself up onto your knees so he could lift himself off the bed and work his pants down. 

His stiff cock bobbed as it slipped free of the constraints of his clothes, coming to rest flush against his soft stomach. You eyed it hungrily, glancing at his face through your lashes. His cheeks were reddened, the fringe of hair over his forehead already sticking to his skin with sweat. When he saw the look you were giving him his blush darkened and he swallowed hard. 

Without further stalling you took him in your hand, hearing him suck in a breath through his teeth as you gave him a squeeze before settling yourself down beside him and wrapping your lips around him. Shane’s eyes shut and his head dropped back against the pillow with a muttered curse as you languidly sucked him, lavving the flat of your tongue against the underside of his cock, humming as you went. 

“Ah shit, baby, just like that!” he gasped, one hand burying itself in your hair. He shuddered when you took him in deeper, hollowing your cheeks and earning a drawn out groan as his fingers tightened against your scalp. You pulled your head back, letting him slip from between your lips and replacing your mouth with a fist, stroking his spit-slick member until his hips began to judder. Abruptly his hand flew to yours, stopping your ministrations. 

“‘M not gonna last long if you keep that up,” he rasped, his chest and shoulders pleasantly flushed. “It’s your turn. C’mere.” 

As you repositioned yourself, Shane kicked himself free of his pants, reaching up to discard the pillow under his head and guiding you to straddle his face. “If you need to stop, let me know,” you urged him, but Shane needed no concerns. Raising his head he stroked your slit with his tongue, from cunt to clit, making you gasp at the contact. 

From then on he dove in headlong, mouthing your mound with his lips while his tongue sank through your damp folds. He sighed through his nose and groaned into you, the vibrations making your insides clench deliciously as you breathed his name. Shane teased your clit with the tip of his tongue, tracing around and around it until you keened and gripped his hair. You were sopping by now, between his mouth and your own arousal, and ready for more. 

You batted his hands away from where they held you in place by your hips, moaning for him to stop, that it was becoming too much. He let his head fall to the mattress, his chin coated in your slick and his own saliva, his chest heaving almost in time with your own. 

“Wanna come with you,” you managed to say, reaching down to tenderly glide your fingers through his hair. He leaned into your touch, nodding once. Raising yourself on trembling knees you scooted back down his body until you straddled his waist. Shane tensed when you took his cock in your hand, stroking him lightly as you lined it up with your entrance and sank slowly down onto him. Your moans tangled together until you were seated against his pelvis, taking a beat to catch your breath before you started to move against him. 

The burn, the stretch of his cock filling you were delicious, scratching an itch that had been building since he first woke you up. “So good,” he hissed. “You feel so good, baby.” 

“Mmm, so you do,” you purred, rocking in his lap. His hands gripped your thighs, fingers clenching against the plump flesh. Your own hands smoothed up his stomach to his chest and back, stroking and petting as you rode him a little faster, chasing the finish you were both desperate for. 

Shane didn’t seem able to keep his hips from rising to meet you, with each upward thrust his cock struck at the perfect angle that made you moan. Your head lolled back on your shoulders as you picked up the pace, feeling his body tensing under you. “Are you close?” you asked, looking down at his flushed and sweating face. He nodded, releasing your leg with one hand and bringing it up to his mouth. Licking the pad of his thumb he reached between your legs and circled your clit. The added stimulation made you moan obscenely and increase your pace even more. As you rutted against him Shane grunted with each stroke, his thumb unrelenting in its teasing of your already sensitive clit. 

Pleasure had built to a fever pitch in your body as you lost your rhythm completely, thighs screaming from the exertion as you bounced up and down on his cock. “Fuck, Shane! Fuck, baby, I’m coming!” At last the tightly wound spring in your pelvis broke loose and you cried out as waves of euphoria swept through you, your pulse thumping and your muscles aching in the best way. 

As your pussy clenched and unclenched rapidly around him, Shane came right behind you with a hoarse cry of his own, his whole body going rigid for a moment or two as he rode out his release before he finally relaxed, sagging into the bed and gasping for air. When you trusted your rubbery legs to support you, you swept yourself up and off his hips, his softening and leaking cock slipping from you as you settled down at his side. 

He wound an arm around your neck, tugging you closer for a lazy, sloppy kiss that you happily returned. 

This was why you loved the rain. 

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Just something that always crosses my mind when it rains in Stardew Valley. Thought I’d share! 

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Injured | Ushijima Wakatoshi

Pariring: Ushijima X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: fluffyyyy 🤧

Request: “Ushijima s/o taking care of him because he’s injured” - anonnie 

Author’s Note: you got it, homie 🤧 Thank you for requesting and happy reading!! <3 I may have gotten a lil too carried away with this imagine 😗😗 

It started when one day, you had to pick up Ushi from his practice about half an hour earlier than it was supposed to end

When you picked him up, he came out with crutches, his left foot bare but wrapped. Kageyama aided him and held the doors open for him, helping him into the passenger seat of your car

“Are you okay?” You asked as soon as he shut the door, the two of you waving Kageyama goodbye as he jogged back to practice

Fortunately, since it was the off season, practice wasn’t too long or as intense. Games were more spaced out than the games during the season, where games then were played more often

“Yeah,” he sighed dejectedly. You could see he was a little bummed out. It wasn’t the first time he had sprained his ankle- this was actually the second time but it happened again on the same ankle

“How’d it happen?” You refrained yourself from adding “this time” at the end. The first time, he rolled it and the doctor said it was a low grade one sprain but to make sure to stretch and be mindful while playing

“We were scrimmaging against each other and Romero got bumped into while blocking, so he handed on my ankle. It didn’t hurt too bad but it’s swelling a bit more than last time.” He looked at his foot as you drove through the city

Instead of going straight back home, Ushi had called his doctor before you picked him up so that’s where the two of you went to first

The day was cloudy, not too sunny but not too gloomy

Arriving there, you helped him out of the car and walked beside him as he walked with his crutches. The office was pretty empty so the wait was practically nonexistent

“You were very lucky this time, Ushijima-san. If the injury had been more severe, there could have been some permanent damage,” the doctor had said after running his physical tests and x-ray

You felt just the slightest bit of Ushi’s hand squeeze yours, his skin rough and warm from practice and years of playing. You couldn’t imagine what it felt like for him, the feeling of standing on the edge of a cliff and any further, he would’ve fallen: his volleyball career would have been over as soon as it started

Any permanent damage to his ligaments would have made his ankle weaker

But it wasn’t permanent. You heeded the doctor’s words carefully: let him rest, ice it for fifteen to twenty minutes every two to three hours, wrap it, elevate it

Again, this wasn’t your first time helping him out when he was injured but last time, it wasn’t as bad as this time. Last time, he was able to walk without applying too much weight that would cause him pain

The drive home from the doctor’s was calm. If Ushijima was feeling anything, you couldn’t read it on his face or the aura around him

“How was your day?” He asked, catching you off guard as you entered the neighborhood

“Oh, it was fine. I was doing a bit of work to get ahead and then I picked you up and here we are.” You worked from home, managing your own personal business as it steadily grew, especially overseas

Arriving home, you helped him out of the car and then held the front door for him. It was bright with a calming ambiance coming from the pale sunlight that shined through the tall windows, the light bouncing off the white walls

“I’m going to take a shower before resting,” he stated as he approached the stairs

You nodded as you dropped off your belongings on the kitchen counter but watched from behind him as he went up the stairs with his crutches, just in case anything were to happen

As soon as he was safely upstairs, you returned to the kitchen and prepared dinner. Music played all throughout the spacious room as you cooked away. You prepared a special hayashi rice for him knowing how much he liked it and maybe, this would raise his spirits a bit more

Though you didn’t even know if he was disheartened or not. Ushi was strong. He has been and always will be. You know this. He’ll rise to the world stage with his team and blow away any opponent he would face. You believed in him

When he came back down, he wore a simple, slightly baggy white shirt and black shorts, his hair just a bit damp but fresh with the shampoo he used

He came into the kitchen, the savory aroma scent of the hashed beef that you made, now dished in front of him as he sat down

The two of you peacefully ate dinner while the walls and lighting changed all around the room as the sun set over the horizon outside. It was quiet, filled with the sounds of the two of you eating, silverware to the dishes

You were actually stumped, not knowing what to talk about. The two of you had been together for years but it felt like the beginning when the two of you were first talking- but the thing was, the two of you at that phase didn’t know what to talk about

“Dinner is delicious, Y/N, thank you for making it.” He spoke, giving you a small smile

“Of course,” you said, bringing a bite of rice to your mouth. “I’ll prepare an ice bag after dinner,” you said, to which he nodded and that was basically all the two of you talked about for the rest of dinner

It felt weird

After dinner, he made his way to the living room, sitting on one of the lounge couches. Only a few slivers of light were shining as much as they could in the distance. You gathered the dishes into the sink but grabbed a bag, filling it with ice

Bringing it and a towel. When you approached him, he brought his leg up, setting it on a pillow

He tried to reach for the bag only for you to step away. “Let me,” you smiled. He sat back and relaxed as you placed the ice bag over the towel, draping both over his leg

“Talk to me, Ushi. You’ve been quiet..” you sat beside him on the edge of the couch. “What’s on your mind?”

“Well..” he took your hands into his. His fingers rubbed across the palm of your hands every now and then as he gathered his words

“I was actually scared..” he admitted, taking you aback. “The thought of knowing how fast everything could’ve ended if it was worse”

Your hands closed around his hands, your thumbs rubbing over his knuckles continuously as you listened

His hands were far bigger than yours, stronger than you could ever know but to him, you were able to make him feel small despite you being up to his neck

The two of you spent the rest of the night just talking in the living room. One conversation let to another, your touch never leaving him

In bed, you made sure to be cautious with your movements, not accidentally kicking his leg

For the first time in a while, the two of you stayed up “late” which was really just an hour later, continuously talking

There was no need for him to be up and early for the next two weeks

It felt like you were falling for him all over again, it felt nostalgic

Sleeping, he laid on his back with a pillow beneath his leg as you slept beside him, your arm resting over his chest, close to his side

For the rest week, everyday was the same for the two of you. You prepared breakfast, lunch, and dinner

You made sure he rested as much as he could but he couldn’t keep still the entire time. He lifted weights and worked with his upper body strength to make sure he would be able to come back stronger than ever

He played calm nature sounds over a speaker as he worked out, though you preferred music, but he preferred natural life

About a week passed and things were going smoothly

But tonight, the Adlers were playing a match against a team from the states and Ushi wouldn’t be there tonight

The two of you sat together on the couch in the dimmed living room after dinner, watching some tv before the game would go on live

You usually watched their games, sure to cheer him and his team on whenever you could but it felt different now that he was right beside you

The game went on and it was intense. The score was constantly neck and neck until the last bits where the Adlers were able to successfully pull ahead

Ushi’s sub wasn’t as strong as he was when he swung but he had a nasty cut, making the other team struggle with getting the ball back up to Kageyama

He made some commentary every now and then about what could’ve been done instead. Some plays even surprised him

He had seen games throughout high school and maybe a few Adlers’ games but the recordings were specific to only him to analyze his plays

But seeing the broadcasts were entirely different

Just as his eyes were settled on one angle, the camera switched

The Adlers were able to win in a 4-1 match

To you, it felt like after watching this match with him, it was like something changed. The usual times he worked out got a bit longer

He asked you to make some changes to his diet, which you complied and you even found him on the call with his doctor about things he could do to strengthen his ankle in a secure way that won’t damage it further while you were working in your office

Around the third week, he began to do some light stretches just to be safe for now and opted to use a single crutch more than two crutches

Whenever you were around Ushi after a game or even before, there were different distinct auras he would project as he drew himself to the game and his opponents

He was so passionate about the sport, you admired him for it

But the aura you felt as he stretched, worked out, the way his arm would snake around your waist a lot more often than when he would be playing everyday

To be honest, you really loved that he was home. Since you worked from home, you were pretty alone except for the days he came back from his practices, games, tournaments, and his rest days

It felt nice that you could take care of him and see him so often everyday. To wake up beside him and to still feel his touch against your skin and body when you woke up

Rolling into the fourth week, he began to stretch regularly. He was slowly able to walk but was careful about how much weight he was putting onto his leg

To return the favor, while you went out to get a couple things before you could really start dinner

He did the best that he could and in his mind, he planned to make a couple of dishes he knew how to- basic ones he’s seen you to so many times

Stepping through the door with a couple of bags in hand, a smile instantly spread across your lips as you watched Ushi standing still in front of the stove, wooden spatula in hand as he did his best to make the first dish

You set the bags on the counter, which he didn’t hear over the sound of the stove

You wrapped your arms around his back, burying your face into his toned back, how nice it felt to feel how warm his body was through the fabric of his shirt

Your hands rested on his chest as you took him in, enjoying every bit of the moment, even if he was slowly burning food

When the smell got a little too intense, you took over though there was no saving what he did but it was okay

“I just wanted to help out as a way of thanking you for taking care of me so much, Y/N,” his voice low in your ear, you could practically hear the rumble in with every word

He rested his hands around your waist with your back to his chest, holding you every so lightly in his arms but not tight enough to restrict you

He stayed beside you the entire time you made dinner, helping you out in any way he could, doing as you instructed

You didn’t know if it was just because of the moment the two of you were able to share but dinner tasted better than normal. Instead of sitting across from him, you sat beside him

He occasionally fed you bits of the dishes the two of you prepared and made together even though he was never really one to do this kind of stuff

It was a very sweet gesture though

Going into the sixth week, you drove him to his doctors once more for a check up. He didn’t need crutches to walk and it was a bearable to apply his weight onto his leg

“It seems like your sprain is almost fully recovered. To be safe, I recommend you continue your stretches but don’t jump right back into playing just yet for the best results,@ the doctor said while inspecting the new x-ray

Although he didn’t say it, you could feel just how eager he was to get back into gears, to play with his team again

He did the most he could to build strength in his legs and body but just enough to not over do it

Before you knew it, you were suddenly standing on the sidelines with a special pass at his first game back, the stadium filled and cheering loudly as the announcer announced his official return after a roughly six week rest

You wore one of his jerseys proudly and cheered him on from the sidelines

He was back stronger than ever and you knew this was going to be another win for the Adlers

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Heist (part two)

wordcount: 1.9k warnings: swearing, hostage situation @kitwalker02 here ya go - it’s still kinda boring but it’ll get a lil more exciting soon if i write more.

Warren’s knee dug into your back as he secured your hands behind you, the hard edges of the zip tie biting into the soft flesh of your wrists as he tightened it.  Your cheek pressed into the floor beneath you, Miss Gooch’s face a few inches from you, black streaks of mascara staining her skin. Your teeth gritted as Warren’s weight was lifted from you, his feet appearing before your face as he walked towards his friend that sat back watching from the other side of the room. His face was deathly pale as he chewed on his thumb, staring right at you, his leg hadn’t ceased bouncing since Warren had brought you in here. “Take the books down to the car.” Warren murmured lowly to his friend, whose head snapped up at his order. Warren’s tone left no room for arguing.  “What? Without you?” “Yes, without me.” Warren hissed. “The building is practically empty, just take the route down to the back parking lot as we planned. And quietly.” Even from your place on the floor, you could see Warren’s partner’s hand shake as he picked up the bag at his feet, slinging it over a shoulder before silently vacating the room, exiting through the backdoor. You knew that, as that door lead to the fire escape, it would take a matter of minutes for him to clear the building with the books. But as Warren ran his hands over his face roughly, sighing and mumbling a quiet “fuck”, you couldn’t care less about the books. “Hey.” You spoke loudly, pulling Warren’s attention to where you lay on the floor, Miss Gooch’s shoulder shaking with silent cries.

“Promise me that whatever you’re doing, you leave her out of it.” You bargained, forcing your voice to remain steady. Warren’s eyes flicked to Miss Gooch before meeting yours again. He nodded silently. His nod released a massive weight from you and you tried not to look too relieved as you lay your head back down on the floor, your hands shaking slightly. A minute in silence passed, Warren’s pacing footsteps filling the silence of the room.  You started slightly when a ringing filled the air and Warren swore as he drew his phone from his pocket. “What?” He barked down the phone. You strained your ears to listen to what the voice on the other end was saying. “The door’s locked.” You could just make out the shaky voice on the other end explain. “What do you mean? What door?”  “The fucking door to the parking lot, Warren!” The voice exploded, echoing through the phone and reaching your ears. “Oh, fuck!” Warren shouted back down the phone, his knuckles white as he gripped the phone in frustration.  They were still bickering when Warren shoved the back door open, the sound of his agitated cries getting quieter and quieter as he took the stairs down to where his friend struggled with the locked door. You jerked into movement the second the door slammed closed behind him, immediately pulling your legs beneath you and crawling on your knees to the bag you had spied on the floor by the open glass case the moment you had entered the room. Half of it’s contents were spread out all over the floor and you leaned down, closing your teeth around the material and jerking your head up, causing the rest of the bag’s contents to fall out onto the floor. Miss Gooch was silent behind you, watching you tensely, her eyes flicking between you and the door that Warren was sure to reappear through at any given moment.  You sat back on your tailbone, using your feet to search through the items, scanning for anything that you could use to cut the hard plastic of the zip ties that kept you from using your hands. But there was nothing. You grunted softly in frustration, tears beginning to pick at your eyes. But you forced yourself to take a deep breath, scanning the room for anything that would help you free Miss Gooch from her binds. At the thought of her name, she grunted at you, causing you to turn your head to look at her. Her eyes were trained on a small pile of zip ties that had been abandoned by her desk. She mumbled frantically, setting you into motion towards them as her silent suggestion suddenly clicked into place in your head. The desperation with which you crossed the room on your knees threw you off your balance and you fell hard onto your side with a grunt.  Beginning to panic at the precious time you had wasted with Warren’s bag, you scooted along the floor on your side, reaching the zip ties and thrusting your back towards them, your hands scrambling the grab them.  Your fingers shook as you gained purchase on the thin pieces of plastic, pushing yourself back onto your knees and hastening for Miss Gooch, who’s hands where already lifted for you. You threw your body backwards onto hers, practically sitting on her hips as you craned your neck as a painful degree so that you could see what you were doing. You cursed as your hands shook so violently that you couldn’t thread the plastic through the ones holding Miss Gooch’s wrists together. Braving a glance at the door, you shuddered out a steadying breath, forcing your hands to comply as you finally managed to loop one of the zip ties under the one secured around the older woman’s wrists, dipping your fingers through the loop to grab the other end.  Now you had a zip tie looped around the one wound around Miss Gooch’s wrists. The anxious sweat coating your palms made it difficult to maintain a good grip on the plastic as you threw your body weight away from Miss Gooch, who grunted in pain as the plastic dug into her skin. “Sorry.” You whispered, beginning to work the zip tie you had ahold of back and forth, the grating sound of plastic against plastic filling the room. Grunting, you pulled harder, ignoring Miss Gooch’s squeak of pain as you worked the zip tie against the plastic securing her wrists together.  It was made difficult due to the limited movement of your hands, the plastic of your own binds rubbing your skin raw as you frantically grated the zip tie in your fingers against the one binding Miss Gooch’s hands. But your efforts had weakened the plastic of the zip tie sufficiently, and with a final grunt, Miss Gooch pulled her wrists apart, the plastic giving with a snap. She was instantly in motion, ripping the tape from her mouth and scooting over to you. “No.” You rasped, pulling away from her. “Get out of here and get help.” You ordered as she used the same trick that you had just performed on her wrists on her ankles, the full motion of her free hands causing the plastic to weaken and break a lot quicker than you had managed to do it. “Y/n -” “Just go!” You cried, glancing feverishly at the back door. She did as you ordered, scrambling to her feet and running from the room without so much of a glance back at you. Your heart strained as you watched her disappear. Now you were completely alone. But you didn’t have time to dwell on that fact as thundering footsteps sounded from behind the door at you back and you span around on your knees, watching as Warren’s anger-creased face appeared behind the small glass panel set into the wooden door. He was muttering profanities under his breath as he shoved his way through the door, glancing to you, tears beginning to fall as you watched his face contort in fury as he noticed the missing Miss Gooch. His lip curled as he looked to you, then at the broken zip ties on the floor, then at the door that she had just fled out of.  You forced you face into neutrality as he stalked towards you, grabbing you by the forearm and pulling you to your feet. You jerked away from him, trying to pull your arm out of his grip but his hand just tightened as he dragged you over to his empty bag on the floor, all of his stuff strewn out across the floor. “Fuck.” He snapped through gritted teeth, falling to his knees, dragging you with him and keeping a firm hand on your forearm as he hastily repacked his bag.  You glanced at the glass door, silently begging that Miss Gooch had managed to find someone in the building or had called the police. But it would be too late for you. The sound of the bag’s zipper being pulled closed filled the room and you were dragged to your feet a second later, Warren already moving feverishly to the back door. “No.” You gritted out, trying to pull away from him, a fresh wave of panic crashing over you. He didn’t even look at you, instead giving your arm a firm squeeze and pulling you with a renewed vigour. “Warren, stop.” You pleaded, flinching as he turned upon you, his face coming close to yours. “I swear to fucking god.” He hissed, causing you to shrink away from him. “Fucking walk or I’ll carry you out of here.” He challenged, his eyes boring into yours, daring you to push him. And then you were being pulled through the door, the force with which Warren lead you down the stairs almost causing you to lose your footing. At the bottom of the stairs, you saw that the fire exit had been forced open, it’s handle dented and hanging at a strange angle.  kicking it open, dusk met you, the air still slightly warm from the day and quickly cooling the tears that tracked down your cheeks. There was a large silver car parked just outside the exit, and you halted when you saw that there was three others already sat in it. The car door was pushed open from the inside, three frantic faces staring at you in horror as you stared right back, fear unfurling in your gut at the sight of three other men. Warren chucked his bag onto the back seat, his friend moving it out of the way as Warren, you bucking against his hold, struggled to pull you into the car with him. He carelessly sat you in his lap, pulling the door shut behind you both. “Warren.” You begged, the car already moving as you struggled in his hold.   “Relax.” He pleaded in your ear, grunting when you bucked suddenly against him. “Fuck you.” You shrieked. “Stop it.”  “Who the fuck are these people?” You demanded, tears flooding down your face. Your question seemed to spark a realisation in Warren who paused. He had just thrown you in a car full of unfamiliar men. Of course you would be panicking. Shifting over to the middle seat, you still in his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist to haul you onto the back passenger seat. His body created a barrier between you and the others in the car and he leaned in to whisper to your ear: “I understand that this is both terrifying and confusing. I’ll take you back to back to mine and we can talk about what just happened. I promise you that I won’t make you do anything or do anything to you. I just need some time to explain myself and figure out what to do.” You fell silent at his hushed words, your wrists aching where they rubbed against the harsh plastic. my lil taglist - @forevercountess @kitwalkerangel (if you wanna be added or taken off it, just give me a message)

[tanyawritesstories]

The Soldier and the Senator | Fives x Reader

I was listening to The Cowboy and the Lady by John Denver and came up with this idea. I was originally going to make it quite similar to the song, but I made it saucier, because, it's Fives. 😉

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: NSFW, smut, flirting, urgent sex, dirty talk, Fives is oblivious again, fluff, Echo is tired of his brother's shenanigans

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There were nights that Fives just preferred to drink by himself. Sometimes he needed to think, and he usually couldn't do that when Echo was chewing his ear off with his chatter. The cantina he had entered was small with only one bar and a handful of patrons. Perfect for the relaxation he needed.

The planet that the 501st was currently occupying was peaceful when all the droids were gone. Their invasion wasn't as advanced as it had sounded when the planet asked for Republic aid. They were able to be eradicated much easier than everyone had thought.

Fives swirled the liquor around in his glass, listening to the rain fall heavily on the roof and getting lost in his thoughts. His mind wandered, to the war, his brothers, everything that usually haunted him. He tried to push it out of his mind, downing his drink and asking for another. He heard someone sit down at the bar a few chairs away from him but paid it no mind. Until he heard their voice.

He looked to his right and found himself looking at the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She looked like royalty as she sat on the barstool, waiting for the bartender to make her drink. Fives was instantly mesmerized by her. She was clothed in a fancy dress that only enhanced her beauty and her hair was done in a way that drew attention to her face. He couldn’t stop staring and his first impulse was to try and talk to her. He watched out of the corner of his eye, waiting until her drink was almost gone before engaging her.

“Can I refill your drink?” He asked. The woman turned to look at him. “I don’t see why not,” she said with a smile. Fives motioned to the bartender, “Put her drinks on General Skywalker’s tab.” That seemed to catch the woman’s attention. “That’s right, you’re with the army, aren’t you?” Her voice was upbeat and cheerful, Fives found himself smiling just hearing it. He nodded, “Yes, ma’am.” She smiled. “I’m so thankful for your help. Maker knows how much destruction those droids would have caused. Thanks to you, the planet is safe again.”

Fives blushed. “Well, it wasn’t just me. We’re all doing our part as a team, my brothers and I,” he explained. “Well, tell your brothers that I extend my thanks to them as well. You all saved my home,” the woman said kindly.

Fives picked up his drink and moved to sit next to her. “I will, they’ll be happy to hear it. I must ask, why is a woman as beautiful as yourself visiting this unworthy joint,” He said, turning on the charm. “Oh,” the woman blushed, looking at her drink, “That’s awfully nice of you umm...what’s your name?” Fives was shocked for a split second, when most people asked him for identification they asked for his number, not usually his name.

“I’m Fives,” he answered, tapping at his tattoo. She giggled at his action. “I see,” she said, her hand lifting towards his face subconsciously. She realized what she was doing a second later. “I’m so sorry, that was improper of me,” she apologized. “No, don’t worry,” Fives took her hand and guided it up to brush against his tattoo. She smirked adoringly. “It suits you,” she said, “But I don’t know why it’s a five, I think you’re a ten out of ten.”

Fives was taken aback, he hadn’t expected her to flirt back at him. Ok, this could be interesting.

“You’re too kind, sweetheart. What’s your name?” He asked. “Y/N. Correct me if I‘m wrong, but those mean you’re important, right?” She asked, pointing to his kama. “You are correct, I’m an ARC trooper. Second in command to the Captain,” he winked. “I wish you were the Captain. Your current one is...a little...serious. No offense,” she said hesitantly. Fives laughed, “None taken from me, darling. Rex can be a bit stingy sometimes. But he’s a good leader.” “He is,” she agreed, “I saw him in action and I think it was you who was next to him. Your skills are impressive.” Fives put his elbow on the bar. “Which skills?” He asked with a suggestive smirk, looking her up and down. She smirked right back. “I’m sure you have many. Is it hard to shoot a blaster? I’ve wanted to learn.”

“I could teach you,” he offered. “I’d love to learn,” she said enthusiastically, “Perhaps you could teach me a few other things as well..” Fives raised his eyebrows. “You think you’re up for that, princess?” She sent him a challenging smirk. “Trust me Fives, I could handle anything you give me," she said, her voice tapering off into a whisper.

Fives almost couldn't believe this. He was infatuated with this woman who he had only just met and she was interested in him back! He almost never got this lucky and he wasn't going to waste his chance, he was half hard already.

"You know that for sure, do you?" He said. He leaned in towards her and whispered in her ear. "I'm a tough guy, sweetheart. I won't go easy on you." He heard her chuckle. She took a finger and ran it from his ear down his jaw to his chin, turning his head so she could whisper back. "I like it rough," she whispered. She then proceeded to place a kiss to his ear and lick a few inches down his jaw. He shuddered, feeling himself harden completely, his armor getting tight around his groin. He slunk an arm around her waist, pulling her tight to his body. "Where is your place, princess? You're being awfully naughty, and in public. I do need to teach you a few things," he said, his voice deep and husky. She giggled wrapping her arms around his neck, "I'll lead the way." Fives smirked devilishly and landed a light smack on her ass as she took his hand and led him out of the cantina.

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He shoved her into the door as soon as it closed, their lips immediately crashing together. Her lipstick was undoubtedly smeared all over his face but he didn't care. Fives kissed and bit his way along her jaw to her neck, undoing his armor at the same time. She helped as best she could, freeing his upper half of it's plastoid restraints. Once he finally got it all off, she pulled the shirt of his blacks up over his head. She marveled at his body, running her hands up and down his exposed torso before diving in to give his neck the same treatment. He fumbled with the zipper on her dress for a brief second, but got it undone and practically tore the outfit off her body. He moaned as she bit and sucked on his skin. Their hurried actions fuelled by lust and need.

He unclasped her bra and pulled it off, taking her warm tits into his hands, kneading and playing with them. She threw her head back and moaned when he pinched and pulled her nipples, the action sending bolts of pleasure through her body. "That feel good, princess?" Fives teased, she could only nod in response.

Fives yanked her panties off and picked her up, her legs wrapping around his middle. Their lips met, tongues clashing with fiery passion and want. Fives held her against the door with one arm, his other hand coming down between her legs to stroke her soaking folds. Her head hit the door again and she mewled when he rubbed her clit.

"Fives, please I need you to fuck me, please," she begged. "Anything your dirty little mind wants, princess," he complied. Fives tugged his blacks down just enough to free his aching cock. He rubbed it up and down her slit, earning a few impatient whines from her. He pushed in steadily, making sure not to go too fast so she could get used to him. He growled as he sheathed himself completely inside her body. She gasped, feeling just how full she was, her eyes falling closed. Fives groaned, "fuck, you feel good. I fit your pussy perfectly." She dug her fingers into his hair, begging him to start moving. Fives put one hand on her hip and the other in the bend of her knee before beginning to pound into her.

She let out a wail as he repeatedly drove his length into her. She had never been fucked this fast and good before and the feeling was mind-numbing. Fives changed his angle after a minute and began to abuse that special spot within her. She screamed at the sensation, a mix of curses and his name spilling from her lips. He was relentless.

"I gotcha now, princess. Cum all over my cock," he urged. He reached down and swiped at her clit a few times and she was falling off the edge, her mouth opening but no words were able to come out. Fives thrusted his hips a few more times before he was spilling inside her with a loud groan. He buried his face in her neck waiting for their breathing to even out. That's when she noticed something.

"Are you still hard?" She asked in disbelief. Fives chuckled, his breath warm on her skin. "It's all in the genes, baby. Enhanced endurance doesn't just come in handy on the battlefield," he joked. "My bedroom is the second door on the left," she breathed, "fuck me until you're spent. I want the full experience." Fives growled and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her from the door and walking to her bedroom. He pulled her off of him and tossed her on the bed. "Get on your hands and knees," he instructed, removing his pants and boxers. She rolled over, getting into the requested position and wiggling her ass in the air. Fives couldn't resist and spanked her, causing her to gasp. "You're a little minx," he growled, "You look so innocent and sweet when really you're a filthy little thing." He climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind her and smoothing his hands over her ass. "Anything for you, sir," she purred, peering at him over her shoulder.

Oh fuck, that got him.

Fives full on snarled, lining himself up and slamming into her. His hips pistoned into hers without mercy, the pleasure intense from both their recent orgasms. The only sounds to be heard was the slapping of skin on skin, his growls and her high pitched moans. With every thrust his balls collided with her clit and got them both closer to release. Her body felt like it was on fire she felt so good, all cohesive thoughts escaping her mind. "Fuck, princess, fuck fuck fuck! I'm almost there," Fives groaned, his movements getting sloppy. "I'm close too, Fives! Oh fuck, you're good at this!" She wailed. Fives reached around her and rubbed furiously at her clit, triggering her release almost immediately. She shouted his name as she soaked his cock for the second time, clamping down on him. Fives gave a few more thrusts before burying himself as deep as he could and painting her walls white with his seed.

He collapsed over her back, their skin sticking together from the sweat. They both stayed like that until their pulses came back down. "You want a shower?" She suddenly asked. "As long as it's with you," Fives replied, kissing her shoulder.

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Y/N woke up to find that the lovely warm body she fell asleep next to was no longer there. She was sad to see him go but she knew he had a duty, as did she. Walking out into the kitchen, she found her datapad with a message on it.

Sorry I left right away, princess. Duty called and I had to get back to the men. I had fun last night and I hope I can see you again before we ship out - 5

She smiled at the message and the delightful memories of the previous night. She couldn't revel for too long, she had a big day ahead of her.

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Fives inspected the love marks on his neck in a mirror. She had really done a number on him last night. He hadn't wanted to leave when he woke up, but his comm went off and Rex asked him to get back. He admired the dark blotches for a few more seconds before pulling his collar up to hide them.

"So that's where you were last night?"

Fives looked in the mirror to see Echo standing behind him. A smirk worked its way onto his face. "Jealous, brother?" He asked. Echo sighed, "That depends. How hungover are you?" Fives turned around to face his twin. "Hardly at all," he answered. Echo seemed slightly impressed. "Just a bit then. And she was drunk enough to sleep with you?" Echo teased. Fives elbowed his brother, "hey, I'll have you know that plenty of women want me." Echo laughed. "Yeah, they want you to leave." Fives picked up his helmet and tucked it under his arm. "I don't see you getting pussy on a regular basis," he jested. Echo grabbed his helmet as well. "Maybe I don't want pussy on a regular basis," Echo pointed out with a smile. Fives shared a laugh with his brother. "C'mon, let's get to the hangar. Rex will be briefing us soon."

They arrived in the hangar and listened as their Captain detailed their next mission. They were to guard the Senator of the planet on their journey to Coruscant. Apparently they were going to ask for protection of the planet. Fives didn’t exactly pay attention to the politics side of things. The General, Rex, Fives and Echo were waiting on the ramp for the Senator to arrive. Fives switched to a private channel inside his helmet so he could talk to Echo without anyone hearing.

"So, we're just escorting a Senator. That's it?" He wondered. "Yep, that's it. Boring, huh?" Echo replied. "No kidding." They stood in silence for a few more minutes, watching as their Captain struck up a conversation with the General. "Was she any good?" Fives turned his head slightly towards Echo. "What do you mean?" He asked. "How was she, last night?" Echo restated his question. Fives chuckled, "oh now you're interested."

Echo rolled his eyes under his helmet. "At least tell me what she looked like so I know who to charm when we go out next," he said. "She was stunning, the visage of royalty. Her hair was a beautiful H/C and done up all fancy, and she was wearing this dress that complimented her skin tone, and her eyes were just-"

"Evening, gentlemen. Apologizes for being late."

Fives froze. He recognized that voice, it was the same one he had heard screaming his name last night. He slowly turned his head and was met with the sight of her, Y/N. She was dressed just as beautifully as when he'd first seen her, if not more so now. The General greeted her and explained how the trip was going to go but Fives heard none of it, he was stunned dumb.

Y/N walked up the ramp into the ship, nodding to both him and Echo, her gaze lingering on him for a few seconds longer. Fives was still frozen in place, he barely registered Echo calling his name. Echo, on the other hand, had figured it was something to do with this woman. Once she had passed, Echo lowered his eyepiece and zoomed in on her neck. He knew his brother well and it looked to him that she, despite desperately trying to hide it, had some familiar marks on her neck as well. Echo wasn’t stupid.

"You have got to be kidding me," Echo said with exasperation. He looked back at his brother who had yet to move or speak. "That's her, isn't it?"

Fives swallowed, hard enough that Echo could hear him, "Yep." Echo's shoulders sagged in disappointment. "Seriously Fives!"

"What was I supposed to do, I didn't know!" He defended himself. "Fives, you had sex with a Senator, do you not realize the repercussions that could have?" Echo said.

The realization hit Fives like a kick to the chest. He cursed under this breath and tried to think up a solution. "I'll go talk to her. Maybe if I explain the situation and apologize, it'll be fine." Echo sighed and patted his brother on the back. "I hope it will."

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Fives was nervous as he walked to the Senator’s quarters. He had a feeling she knew it was him but he wasn’t sure, she’d never seen his helmet, had she? Maybe she had no clue it was him. He knocked on the door.

“Give me a second!” He heard from the other side. The door opened and revealed the breathtaking woman again. “Was there something you needed, trooper?” She asked. Fives shook himself out of his stupor, “May I come in? I need to discuss something with you.” She stepped away from the doorway, allowing him to enter. The door slid closed and Fives timidly removed his helmet.

“Senator, I need-”

“Please call me Y/N when it’s just us, Fives,” She said with a smile. He blushed and became even more nervous, she had known it was him. He fidgeted with his belt and tried to come up with a way to tell her what he needed to. He should have thought up the entire thing beforehand.

“Are you alright, Fives? You weren’t this fidget-y last time we met,” she said with genuine concern in her eyes. “That’s what I need to talk to you about,” he said.

"Should I have done something differently?" She asked, worriedly. "I'm sorry if I came on too strong-"

"No no, that's not the issue," he assured, "The issue is that it happened and now I could be in serious trouble." Her eyes widened, "Why? You didn't do anything wrong. I mean, we both enjoyed it and it was consensual so I don't understand.."

"What's wrong is that, since I'm a clone, this scenario could be twisted any which way to make me seem like a bad guy," Fives told her. "I just wanted to apologise to you and explain that when I first met you in the cantina, I had no clue you were a Senator."

She smiled fondly at him. "That's alright, Fives. That's actually why I go to smaller cantinas. I don't want anyone recognizing me, it's nice to feel normal every once in a while." Her shoulders sagged and she walked across the room to sit down on a sofa. "I just don't want you to see me as a whore because I was easy to get into bed."

Fives walked over to her, kneeling at her feet. "I could never see you that way," he consoled, "you'll always be royalty to me." He placed a hand on her knee, that got her to smile. "Thank you, Fives. So know that it's ok that you slept with me, nothing bad will come from it, I promise. Not to mention, I enjoyed it," she said with a wink.

"You'll be the death of me, beautiful," he said with a smirk. "You know where to find me if you ever get lonely, we do have quite a long journey ahead of us." The insinuations behind his words were all too clear. "I may have to take you up on that," she chuckled, "Do you think your brother might like to join? I saw him zoom in on me as I was walking away. Only if it's alright with you, of course."

Fives swallowed hard, "uh, I'll have to ask him, he's quite shy." She shrugged. "It's up to you, you have first dibs after all." Fives stood, cutting an imposing figure standing above her. "I'll come check up on you in an hour," he said, donning his helmet. "I want you naked and spread out on that bed when I come back."

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby. 

Day 7: Screw This.

Warnings: Bad Language words

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N:  Day 7 of the threeway collab between myself @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ and @jennmurawski13​…and Ransom is getting no better11

Series Masterlist.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You asked, leaning against the door frame.

“Yes.”

“Ok, let me rephrase that…”you shifted your weight a little “Are you sure you can do this?”

Ransom let out an annoyed snort through his nose and turned his eyes to look up at you. “Doll, how hard can it be?”

You really didn’t want to answer that question, as to anyone else with half a logical brain, following simple instructions on how to piece together a crib wouldn’t be so hard at all. But to Ransom, the mere fact that there were instructions to follow was kinda making you a little uneasy, as he had a problem with doing anything he was told to do at the best of times. Ransom’s brow furrowed as he clocked the look on your face and he rolled his eyes.

“You have so little faith in me.”

“Can you blame me?” you spluttered “You turned all the washing pink a few weeks back, then you almost poisoned everyone, not to mention the incident with the tire jack!”

“This is different.” He said confidently as he began to remove the outer packaging of the crib.

“Is it?”

“Yes, Y/N!” he groaned with an air of exasperation “Look, I know you have zero faith in me whatsoever, but what else is new?”

“Ran…” you started to protest, and he shrugged you away very matter-of-factly.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” he deftly changed the subject and you sighed recognising your dismissal. In all fairness he was right, you were due to meet your friend for lunch in half an hour so…

“Okay, I’m going.” You padded into the room, over to where he was now knelt on the floor surrounded by various tools and pieces of the crib, and dropped a kiss to his forehead “I’ll see you later. Love you.”

Ransom turned his head towards you, his lips brushing yours softly, the annoyance he had displayed seconds ago completely forgotten. “Love you too. Both of you.”

With a smile you headed out of the room and bustled about grabbing your coat, scarf and purse. You stepped outside your home and as you made your way down the gravel drive to your new car, Ransom having finally put his foot down and purchased the Mercedes he’d been eying up for you, you glanced back up at the window of the room that was to be your baby boy’s nursery and pulled out your phone.

“Hey Daddy, it’s me. I was wondering if you would do me a favour…”

*****

Ransom would never have thought in a million years that he’d be doing this. Putting together a crib for his unborn son in the nursery that the pair of you had almost completed. Kids had most certainly not been on the agenda. Mind you, neither had marriage. But Y/N…well, she’d not only done the unthinkable and tamed him away from his play-boy days, she’d completely and utterly hooked him. And he wasn’t ever going to let her get away. So he’d bought a ring, they’d bought a house together…and then one drunken night and forgotten pill later wham, he’d knocked her up.

As such here he was, in one of the spare rooms that was no longer spare as it now belonged to his unborn child. The colour was picked, paint was purchased…but he drew the line at decorating. That was something that happily you had both agreed was to be done by a professional. In an hour he’d managed to get three sides of the crib together. And they were even and matched the photograph perfectly. But this fourth side…the side that was supposed to go up and down along a set of runners was not playing ball.

“Son of a bitch…” he cursed after what felt like the one hundredth attempt at getting the little wheels to line up “You’re gonna fucking work you fucking piece of…”

“Ransom?”

He paused as the familiar voice drifted up the large stairs and he gave an exasperated sigh. Of course she’d called her dad to check in on him.

“In the nursery.” He called back, a little gruffly. Ransom would never admit this, but the fact that his father-in-law actually cared enough to make the 30 minute drive over to check on him was kind of nice. His own father would have simply sniggered and put the phone down.

But then, Richard Drysdale was an asshole. Y/N’s father was not. And he most certainly was not going to allow his boy to become one either. Well, not a complete one anyway…he had to have some attitude after all, he was a Drysdale.

“Hey Son.” Ransom looked up as Y/N’s dad walked into the room. “Y/N called me before, said you were fixing up the furniture. I thought you might need a hand.”

“She really doesn’t trust me does she?” Ransom snorted and her dad laughed.

“If it’s any consolation, her mother is exactly the same.” He soothed as Ransom straightened up “And I don’t think it’s a case of not trusting you. When me and her brother put the crib together for his kid, it was a pain in the ass to get right.”

Ransom inhaled sharply, his hands falling to his hips “Done ok so far.” He replied a little sullenly.

“Yeah, I can see.” His father-in-law nodded “I just thought I’d check. If you don’t need me, then I can go.” He held his hands up, palms facing Ransom in a conciliatory manner “I got stuff to do so.”

Ransom watched him turn to leave and followed him out of the room with his eyes. He looked at the final piece of the crib before he gave a soft groan and quickly strode after his wife’s father.

“Actually…” he spoke, watching as he paused at the top of the stairs “I can’t get the last piece to line up right.”

He stopped short of actually asking for help, but he didn’t need to. Y/Father’s/Name turned and smiled, patting him gently on the shoulder as he strode back towards the nursery. He stooped to examine the sides and then stood up, pointing.

“This screw,” he said, and Ransom looked at it,“just needs tightening. The head is jutting out a little too far. Once it’s flush to the side then the runners should line up.”

Ransom blinked and then sighed, his head hanging dejectedly “Seriously? That’s it.”

“Hey!” His father-in-law chuckled, “easy thing to miss. Come on, get it screwed in and I’ll help you lift it. Then I think we can safely say a beer is in order.” He then checked his watch “Huh, might even catch the Red-Sox if we’re lucky.”

At that Ransom perked up a little. Another thing he would never admit was that he enjoyed the way her father would simply do stuff like that with him, things his own dad had never wanted to do. Sit, drink beer, watch a game…talk.

Fuck, he was going soft.

He picked up the screw driver and knelt down, angling it slightly so he could reach and lined the head up. He gave three sharp screws to the right but on the fourth the screwdriver slipped and he felt a sharp pain in his left hand.

“Fuck!” he yelled, drawing back instantly as he glanced down and saw the blood oozing from his palm tracing a path down his wrist.

“Here, let me see…” Y/Father’s/Name stepped forward quickly, reaching for Ransom’s arm. He frowned and then looked at Ransom who had gone pale. “Looks pretty deep.”

Ransom swallowed, taking a deep breath as his head began to spin. Fuck, he hated blood.

“Ransom? Son? You okay?”

“I err, I don’t feel…” he took another deep breath and then with a thud he hit the floor.

*****

Don’t Panic.

If there was ever a phrase do make you do just that, it was those simple two words. Which your dad had uttered when he had called you to tell you there had been an accident and he was on his way to the ER with Ransom. You and your friend abandoned the basket full of baby items you’d indulgently been about to purchase after a cheeky trip to the baby boutique one down from the restaurant you’d eaten in, and you’d rushed out of the store, making your way straight to the hospital. By the time you had located Ransom’s room, your dad was stood outside chatting to a nurse.

“What happened?” you demanded and your dad turned to look at you.

“His hand slipped when he was screwing a part of the crib together.” Your dad offered an explanation. “Gave me a scare though, completely out of it he was for a good 2 minutes or so.”

With a soft sigh, you rolled your eyes and pushed the door open. Ransom looked up at you from where he was sat on the bed, his hand heavily bandaged, face pale.

“Hey!” you said, making your way to his side. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, “Just stabbed myself.”

“My dad said. What did you do that for?” you frowned.

“It wasn’t like I did it on purpose, sweetheart.” He drawled, narrowing his eyes. “It’s not a big deal. Just waiting for someone to take me down to X-Ray to make sure I’ve not damaged anything major”

You arched an eyebrow, a grin playing across your face. “Big enough of a deal to make you pass out from the pain.”

“It was nothing to do with the pain.” He mumbled sullenly. “You know I don’t like blood.”

You chuckled as you sat on the bed next to him, your hand gently pressing against his forehead. He felt a little clammy. “Yeah, you’re gonna be no use what-so-ever when I have the baby.”

“I don’t intend on being at that end.” He looked up at you, shrugging.

“No? You wanna be up there holding my hand, telling me how amazing I am?” you asked, your hand gently running up his neck.

“Maybe.” he replied, his head laying on your shoulder, seeking out comfort like the huge baby he was, his nose nuzzling into your neck.

“Gee thanks.” You replied with a scoff

“I just don’t wanna see you squeeze a baby out of your….you know.” he waved his non bandaged hand, as he moved his head to look at you, a cheeky smirk flickering across his face “I imagine it would be like watching my favourite bar burn down. Knowing that it’s completely wrecked and going to take a while before I can head back in for a drink.”

You blinked as his words registered and then slapped him harshly round the back of the head, causing him to yelp.

“Maybe instead of a fucking x-ray they can scan you for a brain.”  You glared at him. “Not that they’d find one.”