#( i'll reblog this one more time later this evening. )

[melodraca]

no offense but the way people on this site get so snarky and rude over every little misunderstanding or mistake, or over people who are not acting in bad-faith yet who they perceive as being annoying is exhausting

[illdothehotvoice]

So i have learned that having a dorm to yourself as a freshman sucks ass actually!!

[sanshine]

I sincerely apologise to everyone who follows both blogs of mine for the spam that's about to happen tonight 😃😃

[shoeshineyboy]

hmm hmm hmm....

[icewindandboringhorror]

another question: So since people agreed that it’s better to let it be obviously known if you choose a dialogue option that affects your favor with a character, where should the notification go?  I can make a “+1 favor”/ “- 3 favor”/ whatever sort of pop up, but I’m not really sure where is best to place it on the screen?

 To me, #1 (as shown in the image above) I like since it being right by the character’s head feels natural to me, but also that’s very far away from the dialogue box, which I think is where most people would be looking/reading most of the time. So then would a position like #4 or #5 be better??? Or something not even listed above? Just let me know if anyone has any opinion on this!

[wwinterwitch]

the giver and the taker

summary: one of your lovers is a complete giver, the other is a huge taker

pairing: fem!reader x steven grant, fem!reader x marc spector

word count: 4k

warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), polyamourus established relationship, kinda sub!steven and dom!marc, dirty talk fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), various kinks (hair pulling, praise, spanking), penetrative sex, gentle then rough sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms.

note: I don't have DID so please let me know about any harmful/incorrect/inaccurate stereotypes you see. This fic does contain a brief reference about marc being able to see what steven does tho.

read part two here(!)

a reblog and/or comment is always appreciated!

You are somewhat of a workaholic. Even on the weekends, you would be on your computer finishing reports and starting assignments that were supposed to be next week's job. Despite being a very good trait to be responsible, you took it to an extreme.

One night, your boyfriend Steven walked up to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. "I'm going to bed, are you coming too?"

"I'll join you later, maybe. I need to finish this."

"Don't you think you've worked enough today?" he tried again.

"I'll be there in five minutes, I promise."

Steven seemed to give up, letting go of your shoulder as he walked back to your shared bedroom. "If you're not here in five, I'll come back to annoy you!" he said from the other room, making you chuckle.

"Please, don't!" you joked back, hearing no response.

After a couple of minutes passed, you kept your promise and went to your bedroom to find Steven already in bed, reading one of the many books he has laying around the apartment. You sat at the end of the bed to remove your shoes when you heard him move, leaving his book and glasses on the night table and crawling towards you.

"You look tired," he pointed out.

"That's because I am."

Steven sighed, but didn't try to argue with you about how you should maybe try to get a free day from work to actually have time to relax. He'd be lying if he said he's not concerned about the extreme pressure you put yourself under and the incredibly high standard you set when it comes to work. Not because he thinks you can't get to said standard, but because you actually can reach it, meaning you always try to push yourself even harder to an unhealthy level.

Instead of saying something, he moved your hair out of the way so he could leave tiny kisses on the exposed skin of your neck. You completely gave into him, leaning your head to the side to give him more room to kiss wherever he wanted. When you were done removing your shoes, one of your hands moved up to his hair, your fingers interlocking with his messy curls as he continued to kiss you. He gently moves the sleeve of your shirt out of the way to expose more of your skin for him.

Knowing Steven would like it, you gently pulled at his hair in an attempt to encourage him to do more than just kissing. The gesture made the effect you wanted, as he began nibbling on the skin of your neck, making you let out a sigh as you enjoyed his mouth and teeth marking you however he pleased.

"Let me make you feel good tonight," Steven muttered against your skin. "Please."

He stopped what he was doing just for a moment so he could look at you. You moved your head so your eyes could meet his and you immediately noticed how eager he was for you to accept his offer. Steven was that kind of lover. The giver. The kind of guy that would give you each and every star in the universe if you asked him to. He lived for you and you only, ready to do whatever you wanted.

In bed, he was no different. He lives to please you, and would never dare to do anything you didn't like or asked. Sex was all about making you feel good, which inevitably makes him feel good.

You replied to his proposition by leaning closer to kiss him. He allowed you to take full control of the kiss, parting his lips just enough so your tongue could enter his mouth. A soft moan left his body as you devour him, one of your hands still lightly pulling at his hair.

Steven was visibly disappointed when you pulled away from him, but disappointment soon turned into excitement when you stood up from the bed and gently pulled him back so he could lay in bed. You quickly joined him, sitting on top of him with one leg at each side of his body.

When you began taking your shirt off, he quickly sat up. "Can I?"

Of course, you weren't going to say no to that.

Your arms fell to the side and Steven immediately started taking your shirt off. He grabbed the piece of clothing by the very end of it, slowly lifting it up just enough to expose your belly. He looked up at you with puppy-like eyes as his hot tongue licked from your lower belly to the edge of where your bra started. Your back arched and your head flew backwards at the sensation of his mouth once again against your skin, kissing, licking and biting every bit that he wanted.

He finally removed your shirt and his lips moved to the newly exposed skin of your chest, leaving kisses all over the part of your tits that wasn't covered by your bra. When he noticed your hands moved to your back to remove that piece of clothing, he once again looked up at you with innocent, yet disappointed eyes.

"You said I could take your clothes off," he says, sounding almost sad that you dared to lie to him about something that apparently means so much to him.

"I'm sorry," you replied.

Steven moved his hands to your back so he could be the one removing your bra, leaving a quick kiss on your lips as he did. "Always so impatient," he jokes.

Lucky for you, he wasted no time to start kissing your tits. He would put one on his mouth, using his tongue to play with your nipple, while his hand worked on the other, gently massaging it. As he took turns with each one, he never once moved his eyes away from you. What he loved the most is watching you enjoy what he was doing to your body. To see you moan for him. It drove him insane to see what he could do to you with his touch.

At this point you could feel his erection beneath you, so you slowly began rocking your hips back and forth, the friction somehow helping to relieve how painfully unattended your pussy has been. You grind against him slowly, making him move away from your chest, letting out a low grunt that made you increase your speed just enough.

"You like that?" you asked, barely able to hold back a chuckle when you saw him frantically nodding.

"Y-yes..." he was able to say. "A lot. Very much."

Both of his hands moved to your hips to help you keep your balance as you continued to grind against him, increasing your speed. He wasn't intending to rush you or change your rhythm in any way. As for Steven is always about you feeling good, he would never dare change a thing.

The way your tits bounced with each movement of your hips was almost a hypnotizing scene for Steven to admire, and he immediately went back to what he was previously doing. Once again, his eyes focused on you as you enjoyed his mouth on your chest and his still clothed cock against your wet core.

"Fuck- Steven..."

You once again pull at his hair, this time much tighter, guiding his mouth to yours for yet another heated kiss. His hands trailed down your back giving you goosebumps on each part his fingers would travel. As you continued to kiss him, one of his hands made its way inside your joggers and panties. The moment you felt his fingers against your cunt you moaned again, this time the sound muffled almost entirely against Steven's lips.

He moves away from the kiss to be able to watch you as he moves his fingers against you in a painfully slow motion, almost forcing you to move your hips again as you silently pleaded for him to go faster. Instead, he puts his hand out of your pants.

You watch as Steven move his fingers up to his mouth, cleaning them off right in front of you. The fact that this was coming from Steven, your awkward and innocent-looking boyfriend, somehow turned you on even more. Only you were the one that could see this side of him.

"Can I taste you?" he asked, once again looking needy and desperate. "Please?"

His eyes light up in excitement when you got off of his lap to lay your back on the bed. He got on his knees in between your legs and began taking you joggers off. The only item of clothing on you were your panties, and you couldn't wait for Steven to get rid of them too.

Your back arches and a moan unexpectedly escaped your lips the moment you feel his teeth bite the skin of your inner thigh, continuing to kiss and nib all around the larger bite mark while one on his hands went up and down your other thigh, stopping dangerously close to where you needed to feel him the most.

He continued slowly worshiping your body and you swore you were going to explode any second now. Lust and desire clouding your judgment as you watched him.

"Baby," you whimper. "Just– I need you."

Steven looked up at you, doe-eyed. "Tell me what you want and it's all yours."

"Fuck– I need you to fuck me with your mouth."

Once again, he wasted no time to give you exactly what you wanted. He left one last kiss on your thigh before he licked one single strap with his tongue, savoring you still with the underwear in the middle. Just when you were about to protest, Steven removed your panties and threw them to the floor.

The sight in front him was absolute perfection. You, laying in bed with your legs open for him. He could stare at this image for hours if only he wasn't so desperate to do other things. You could see he was enjoying what he was seeing, looking almost like a hungry dog who just got offered its favorite treat. Like a thirty man in the desert who just happened to find an oasis– a true miracle. Like he just obtained the biggest reward.

There's nothing Steven loves more than eating you out. To make you cum over and over until you're a sweaty mess. To hear you scream his name. To hear how good he is and how much he pleases you with his tongue. If he were to choose, he wouldlove to stay in between your legs forever.

Holding both of your legs in place, he started to literally devour your pussy. You let out the loudest moan yet, not expecting him to immediately start at such a fast pace. He drags his mouth against you and he's greedy, and loud, and wet, and all you can do is moan as you completely lose yourself to the feeling of Steven eating you out like his life depends on it.

Steven began teasing your entrance with his tongue for a bit before continuing to lick upwards, starting to suck on your clit before repeating the cycle.

You look down at him and his face is completely buried in between your legs. The sight and the filthy sounds filling the room alone almost made you completely lose it.

Your fingers found their way back to his hair and as soon as you pulled slightly at his hair, he let out a groan that made your entire core vibrate. The reaction made you do it again, much harder now. Steven was loving the feeling of you pulling at his hair with such strength, that he focused his mouth on your clit while on of his fingers entered you without you really expecting it.

"Do you like that, love?" he asked, barely pulling away from you before continuing to suck your clit.

"Yes. Your mouth feel so good...oh, I– I'm going to cum all over your face."

You could practically feel the low grunt coming from him when he heard that. Steven loves the confirmation of your pleasure. The way your moans increase when your about to reach your orgasm, the way you'd pull his hair, to hear you say how good he is for you. He just loves to see and hear every confirmation of the pleasure he's providing you.

"Can you look at me? I want to see your face when you cum."

You did as he asked, meeting Steven's eyes already looking at you. His fingers kept fucking you while his mouth sucked at you clit, and you felt yourself closer and closer to reach your climax with each second that passed. Meanwhile, all you can do is repeat over and over how much of a good boy he is for eating you out so incredibly good.

Your muscles tighten, your vision goes blurry and all you see is white as you reach your orgasm with a loud exclamation of his name. Steven surely knew you came, but that doesn't seem to stop him from continuing his attack on your pussy. His fingers were no longer inside you, but his mouth continued to devour you with an insatiable hunger. Your body is on fire, but he gives you no time to rest before your starting to feel your second orgasm building up at the pit of your stomach.

Sure enough, it didn't take very long berofe you cum again. Hard. He was almost in a trance, watching you squirm, moan and scream out his name. You were already a sweaty and moany mess for him and he loves it.

This time he gave you a few seconds to relax, his tongue occasionally licking up your cunt to test how sensitive you still were. "You're beautiful," he compliments you, kissing one of your thighs again. Right after, he started to climb up your body. "And you taste so good," he adds just mere inches from your face.

You grabbed his face to pull him in for a kiss, savoring your own taste still lingering inside his mouth. He groans against your lips, his hands trailing down your sides to rest on your legs. Just a second after, you felt his fingers once again on your pussy. In the heat of the moment, all you could do was bite Steven's lower lip as you continued to make out.

He pulled away just enough to look at you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. "You want me to continue?" You nodded hoplessly before pulling him in for another kiss. Steven gladly returned the kiss, his thumb increasing its speed. "Can you cum for me again? Just one more," he pleaded in a whisper.

"Yes," you replied almost immediately.

"Yeah?" Steven insisted, once again putting his fingers inside of you, a smile appearing on his face when he saw your reaction .

"Mm-hmm," you moaned, desperately wanting him to go faster.

"Is this okay?"

You barely shake your head. "Faster."

He did as instructed, feeling proud of himself when your moans increased at the change of speed. "Like that?"

"Yes, yes– exactly like that...fuck, Steven, you're so good at this...make me feel so good."

Steven continued his rhythm in and out of you, his lips mere inches from yours. He could kiss you, but he'd hate to silence the noises coming out of you with each thrust of his fingers. Instead, he would watch every move you make underneath him, treasure every moan and whimper leaving your lips, getting goosebumps every time you would trace your fingers down his biceps and back.

Soon enough, you reached your third orgasm of the night, holding onto Steven's shoulders as you combusted with pleasure. He smiled down at you, burying his face on your neck to leave tiny kisses all over your skin.

As you were trying to catch your breath, Steven continued kissing your neck, both of his hands resting at your hips. He wouldn't dare to touch you now, allowing you a much needed rest after three orgasms. His touch and lips were gentle, incredibly sweet and loving. Very Steven. However, you could feel his grip on you suddenly tightening, his mouth hungrily attacking your neck. The sudden shift in his behaviour took you by surprise at first, but it didn't take long for you to realize the one on top of you is no longer Steven.

Marc pulled away from your neck to look at you, already aware you probably figured out if was him. You could just tell by looking into his eyes. He is nothing like Steven despite looking the same.

Steven is a devoted, honest and committed type of lover. You have never felt as loved and cherish as you do now that you're dating him. He treats you like you're a miracle that unexpectedly came into his life, still not understanding why a woman as incredible as you settled for a man like him. You are the most precious thing in his life and he does his best to remind you how happy he is to have the chance to love you every single day. It's like he lives to serve you in any way you need. Whatever it is, he's willing to give it to you.

But Marc is the complete opposite. He is a much more demanding, passionate and complicated man. He has managed to bring into your life something you and Steven lacked off: uncertainty. One day he's cuddling with you on the couch watching movies, the next you're helping him pack for yet another undercover mission to some deserted place to do whatever it is Khonshu has ordered, leaving you to wonder when will you see him again.

Marc is the thrill and excitement you can't provide for yourself. He's constantly encouraging you to push your limits and try new things, helping you to forget about the routine and be more spontaneous. Marc is fun, mysterious, exciting, always leaving you to wonder his next move. With Marc it's you the one who does the serving. Trailing after him with any new adventure he comes up with and willing to do whatever it is he wants you to do.

You were lucky enough to have found two lovers so incredibly different that complimented each other so well. Each give you something that you crave and make you fall in love with them over and over. The gentleness and roughness. The stability and the adventure. The honesty and the mystery. One lives to serve and the other to take. Balance.

Marc is staring down at you, his eyes dark and lust-filled and his hands still gripping each side of your hips, keeping you in place underneath him. "Steven had his fun with you already," he says, the tone of his voice sending shivers down your spine. "It wasn't fair I had to sit there and watch the two of you, was it?"

"No..." you muttered as a reply.

He grinned just slightly after your answer, standing up so he would be kneeling on the bed in between your legs. "There's so much I want to do to you," he confessed, shamelessly scanning your naked body.

Marc quickly removed his shirt as you admired his exposed torso, his muscle flexing exquisitely in all the right places when he leaned back down to kiss you. He completely devoured your mouth, his hips beginning to rock against yours to give himself some relief, his dick impossibly hard at this point and practically begging to get some attention. Your fingers traced down his muscular arms and firm back before one of your hands trailed down to palm his dick on top of his sweatpants. A low grunt escaped his mouth and he immediately pulled away from you.

"Naughty girl," he teased. "Did I tell you to do that?"

"No," you say out of breath, still touching him. "But I wanted to do it."

"Mmm– you want my dick in your mouth, honey?"

You nodded eagerly at his question. Marc gave you one last kiss before standing up again. You quickly got on your knees and pull his sweatpants down, revealing his painfully neglected erection. Your mouth almost watered at the sight in front of you, not wanting to wait any more seconds to put his dick inside your mouth.

Your head leaned close enough as you looked up at him, your tongue tracing a single strap across the length of his dick, watching as Marc closed his eyes at the sensation of it, letting all the air leave his lungs as he muttered a barely audible, "Fuck."

Encouraged by that reaction, you grabbed his dick with one of your hands and put it inside your mouth, trying your best to cover as much of it as you possibly could every time it went in and out of your mouth. Soon enough you found a comfortable rhythm, helping yourself with your hand to cover the part of him that couldn't fit inside your mouth.

The sounds leaving Marc's mouth were absolute heaven. His brows were slightly frowned as he stared down to watch as you suck him off, his muscles flexed, a hand tightly gripping your hair so it wouldn't get in the way, and his hips thrusting along with your movements as he completely lost himself in pleasure.

"You surely know what to do with that mouth of yours, huh?" he asks, knowing very well you wouldn't be able to reply. "Yeah, you're doing so good, baby."

The compliments only encouraged you to go faster, making Marc let out a louder grunt at the change of speed, gripping your hair even tighter as his hips also thrust harder and faster. He quite literally begin fucking your mouth, making your eyes tear up at the speed and intensity of it all. Of course you wouldn't mind that detail, absolutely adoring to have him in and out of you and hear him enjoy every second of it.

"Holy fuck– if we keep it up like that I won't last long," Marc says, completely out of breath. "Turn around," he instructed shortly after, pulling himself out of you and using his thumb to clean the drool off your chin.

You did as told, putting yourself on all four as you waited for him to take his sweatpants off and throw them to the floor. As you turned to look at him, you saw Marc lick the palm of his hand and press it against your pussy, grinning when he realized how wet you already were before he even touched you. His grin only grew wider when he slapped one of your ass cheeks, hearing you whimper right after.

He grabbed both of your hips and he thrusts inside you without a warning, his entire length filling you up and making you let out a loud moan at the sensation. He immediately begin fucking you mercilessly, carelessly, intensely. His body slamming against you loud and hard, the two of you a moaning and sweaty mess as Marc continued to thrust in and out of you like his entire life depended on it.

At the speed he was going you knew you wouldn't last very long, feeling your orgasm building up at the pit of your stomach. Marc's grunts, the sound of your bodies, the grip on your hips that would definitely leave a mark, the sensation of him filling you up so incredibly good and the fact that he just slapped your ass again was too much for you to bare. You were completely lost in pleasure, enjoying every second of Marc roughly fucking you. Finally, you reached your fourth orgasm with a loud scream of Marc's name. He reached his own orgasm just seconds later, and you could feel him filling you up with his release.

You practically collapsed on the bed, exhausted, trying to catch your breath. As you rolled to lay on your back, you saw Marc moving so he could be laying next to you. He took your hair out of your face, leaving a quick and gentle kiss on your shoulder.

"You're okay?" he asks softly before leaving yet another kiss on your shoulder, looking up at you through his lashes.

"I'm great," you muttered, clearly referring to the four orgasms you just had, making Marc chuckle.

"Good," he replied. "Seems like that's the only way to keep you away from your work."

"I mean, if that's what I get for working too much...you'll end up doing the opposite."

Marc rolled his eyes at you, pulling you closer to his body as he did. You immediately accepted his embrace, resting your heard on his bare chest as he wrapped an arm around you. Neither of you said anything else, and so you started to fall asleep faintly hearing Marc's heartbeat and the sensation of him inhaling and exhaling, accompanied by his fingers tracing patterns along your arm.

[hiraya-rawr]

simp in sagau

cw: ditzy love dumb reader

notes: a little crack drabble that needs to leave my drafts now. im getting a little tired with the cult au :p so ill be exploring normal isekai more for my future works :>

• 🤍 •

Creator Reader landing in Teyvat, a lot confused and a lot scared but oh wow, you're in Genshin!

It abruptly comes to your attention how incredibly good-looking everyone is in person. In fact, they're so good looking you can't bare to face them without turning into a tomato.

They assume that for you to avoid their gaze must mean that they must keep their heads low. All the acolytes bow in your presence, they face the floor whenever you talk. It must be a sin for such inferior beings to seek your divine attention.

It was an accident when Zhongli, the acolyte who spends the most time watching over you, catches your gaze on him. Direct eye contact was made for the very first time and he can't help but notice the glimmer of stars in your eyes.

Enchantment and godly features aside, he also notices your growing dark blush. Face heating up rapidly as you look away from the Geo archon. Zhongli would have apologized for his severe mistake had it not been for his concern over your condition.

"Your holiness! Are you alright? You seem to be growing a temperature," He worriedly places a hand over your forehead. Forget about divine laws, he'll take any punishment for it later, "I'll go fetch a healer-"

"No, wait!" You grab on his sleeve, trying to calm your racing heart. Your mind going on overdrive at the thought of a healer judging your simpness.

"I-it's not a fever or anything!" You reassured, looking up to him. Big mistake because his worried core lapis eyes stare back at you, eyebrows furrowed. You notice his soft brown hair over his shoulder, his chiseled but delicate features — archons, he's better than any sculpture sculpted by the famous Bernini himself!

You feel something drip down your nose.

"Your holiness! You're bleeding! I'll request for Baizhu immediately— how could I have not noticed your fever sooner!" Zhongli's gently pulling away, sprinting to get a healer as you look on with a dazed expression as if heaven descended on you.

That's how Zhongli, Baizhu, and Qiqi found out that their divine creator was so incredibly shy of their good looks that their face would burn dark with blush.

—

"It's not that he's grumpy — well, he kind of is, but you have to look at him objectively, Klee!"

With the adults being out of the question, Klee was one of the select few you could rant to about your growing infatuation with everyone.

"What does ub-jectiv-ly mean?" The little girl asks, head tilting as she fidgets with her new bomb.

"I mean to look past his dark outfits and grumpiness," You giggle, helping her out by passing her tools, "Diluc is kind and sweet and righteous and- his face! Aah the Ragnvindr genes are strong,"

"What are gea-nes?"

"It's what he got from his parents," You answer, "Crepus sure did a good job on his sons. Even Kaeya was groomed to perfection! The chest window-" Your musings were stopped by a shatter of glass outside the solitary confinement room Klee was being kept in.

You opened the door to see Kaeya himself, frozen in place as Jean hurriedly carries the glass away with anemo.

"Uh- we didn't mean to eavesdrop, your holiness," Kaeya blinks, unsure of how to react to the information you fed him before a sly smirk crosses his face, "Chest window, huh?"

A blush quickly makes its way up your face as you shut the door on him with a loud slam. Oh god oh god he heard you.

"Why did you shut big brother Kaeya out?" Klee looks up at you innocently. You stutter, trying to answer the little girl.

Outside, Kaeya chuckles to Jean about taking a break to visit the tavern. Diluc would love to hear about the divine creator praising Crepus for how he raised his sons.

notes: In appreciation for @chibikiibielle 's reblog comment on my SAGAU from a Diluc simp drabble! ((for some reason I can't tag you :) but hope you see this!))

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🪶Being Karasuno's Manager 🪶

Miss Manager's Glow Up Pt 2:

Heading to Nationals

Karasuno x Female Manager

Warnings: Swearing, so much simping

AN: This is an Anon request!

Extra: This glow up series had me DYING!! YN deserves all the men bowing down 🤸‍♀️

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

All praise the glow up QUEEN 👸

Could you seriously be anymore perfect 🥰

Well, as it turns out, yes you absolutely can 💅

After last summers epic glow up, Karasuno thought they would have it easy

They made it through training camp and even the prelims with their three stunning managers

Seriously I think having you, Kiyoko and Yachi as managers is more stressful than playing a 5-set match against Shiratorizawa 🤣

But alas, life shall never be easy for Karasuno

Because when winter break approaches, you once again head out of town

You've got family and friends to visit and it's winter break ❄️

Suga may have joked about you having a glow up before you even left

"Now YN don't come back even more gorgeous this time"- Suga

Ennosita says "as if she could"

Famous last words 🙃

Daichi told them to shut up because they are going to jinx it

Spoiler alert: they totally jinxed it

Over your winter break, your complexion cleared even more, your body filled out, you changed your hair and even updated your clothing

You really didn't think it was much of a difference

That is, until you show up at volleyball practice a few weeks later

It's the first day after Kags, Hinata and Tsukki come back from their training camps

Everyone is ready to prepare for nationals

You strut in like nothing happened

The first to notice you is definitely Asahi

He does a double take and his eyes widen 😳

Ennoshita sees you next and palms his face 🤦‍♂️

Suga sees you and his mouth drops open 😲

Tanaka and Noya are too stunned to speak

Kiyoko is rubbing her hand on her face "not again"

Hinata is still trying to figure out who you are 🤣

Daichi is flaming mad 🤣

"YN I STRICKLY TOLD YOU NOT TO HAVE ANOTHER GLOW UP"

You 👉🏻 no you didn't 😐

"IT WAS IMPLIED YN"- Daichi, royally about to lose his mind

Yachi is trying to calm everyone down

She's got to defibrillators going on Noya and Tanaka

Tsukki and Yams are simply observing

Kags is berating Hinata per the usual

Dacihi is now in a relaxation yoga pose because you've done stressed him out YN!

"Ok everyone calm down"- Kiyoko, the voice of reason

"Yeah we dealt with this once, we will deal with it again"- Suga

And oh boy was it dealt with 😅

Literally it started .02 seconds after you walked into the stadium for nationals

Bokuto and Akaashi found Hinata and subsequently you 😏

"Holy crap YN!"- Bokuto literally drooling 🤤

Akaashi is so happy he won't have to worry about emo Bokuto for the first match

"You look amazing YN! Maybe you should come watch us play our first match?- Akaashi, knowing fully well what he's doing

"OH MY GOD YN COME WATCH ME HIT ALL THE LINE SHOTS"- Bokuto

You 👉🏻😊😍

"I wish I could Bokuto but I have to help Karasuno! But I'll come watch you when our first game is over ok!!"- You

Then suddenly Komori from Itachiyama appears next to Kags

"Hey Kageyama- ✋️ who is this?" 👀

Even Sakusa is coming out of his corner to look at you YN 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

He's just like ❤◻️❤

Thats my mask face with heart eyes leave me alone

Oh but the fun doesn't stop there 🤣

Nekoma appears and Lev is right there to hype you up

"HOLY CRAP YN HAD A DOUBLE GLOW UP!"

"Damn Yn you want to be our manager for nationals"- Yaku 😏

Tanaka and Noya are now forming a human shield around you

You simply roll you eyes, smile and wave

Then you walk away 🚶‍♀️

And you can bet EVERY SINGLE ONE of those guys is watching you 👀

Call the secretary service, YN's in the building 🗣

Oh but that's not the end of it YN

During the first round match against Tsubakihara Academy, those guys watched you the whole time 👀

Heck they even wanted to see Karasuno score just to see you celebrate 😍

Please they may have lost but they all got a wave from you 😍👋🏻

That was WAY better than any participation award 😅

Not YN literally having all the men at Nationals simping over her 🤚🏻

Oh but it gets better

Because when a certain blonde sets his eyes on you, we'll let's just say it's all over

You were sorting Bentos for the team when you suddenly backed into a wall 🧱

Oh but it wasn't any wall, oh no no it was Atsumu, the setter for Inarizaki

You probably wish it wad a wall instead 😒

He's smirking at you and you are smiling back 😁

"Oh im so sorry! I didn't see you behind me"-you

"No worries gorgeous, I was actually looking for you"- Atsumu

You look to the left and to the right and then point your finger right at yourself

"Me" 🤦‍♂️ yes YN you

Atsumu nods and smiles

"I was wondering if I could maybe get your number?"- Atsumu

Your cheeks heat up because seriously 😲

Just as your about to answer Atsumu, Osamu and Suna approach

"ATSUMU YOU DUMBASS"- Osamu

Suna and Osamu stop and stare

Suna and Osamu 👉🏻😐😳😲

You 👉🏻😁👋🏻

Atsumu 👉🏻😑😠

"And who is this?"- Suna

"Mine"- Atsumu growls

Whoa whoa whet- 😃

"I saw her first"- Atsumu

"I think she can decide for herself who she's more interested in"- Osamu

"And it's definitely not any of you"- Sakusa and Komori

Jesus YN look what commotion your glow up has created ✨️

"Oh is that so?"- Atsumu

"YN!!! HI- MIYA 😡"- Bokuto with Akaashi

Bokuto is now stomping over to you, chest puffed out 😭

Send up a flare signal or something YN

SOS 🏳

"Bokuto get away from YN"- Kuroo and Kenma

"Shut up Kuroo! Yn loves me! Don't you YN?"- Bokuto

"You don't have to answer that YN"- Akaashi

Oh my god, is everyone here?

Are there even any games being played right now?

Apparently there's room for more at this gathering 🤗

"Whats happening over here?"- Hoshiumi and Hirugami

Because why not

They stare at you 😳

The theme of this headcannon is just staring 👁👄👁

Welp the good news is it can't get any worse right?

WRONG

"WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" -Daichi being flanked by Suga and Asahi

Everyone's heads snap to them 👀

"See YN this is exactly what I was talking about!"- Daichi

"I AM LITERALLY JUST STANDING HERE"- you

🌳 🌳🌳🌳🌳🐜🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳

👆🏻accurate description of your predicament right now

"We are going to have to get you a backpack harness YN"- Suga

"Oh maybe just not bring her along?"- Asahi

Daichi is still staring at all the guys as they watch you being pulled away by Suga

You turn around to smile and wave 👋🏻 goodbye

Every single one of them falls in love with you 😍

Let's just say, after that, Karasuno gets attention for more than just Hinata and Kags Quick 😏

Suddenly the Karasuno section gets much bigger 👀

Inarizaki steals glances at you while you stand with Yachi

Everytime you scream, shout, jump up and down to celebrate, they all die a little inside 💀

Seriously chill YN ✋️

Suga thinks about telling you to chill but your celebrations and the way everyone is watching you has lit a fire in Karasuno 🔥

Seriously Daichi is boring holes into Atsumu everytime he looks at you 🔥 👄 🔥

Asahi's spikes are matching the force of Aran's with how bad he wants to hurt Inarizaki

Tanaka and Noya are growling everytime someone glances your way

There are several guys hovering around you and Yachi

But you pay no mind to them YN 💅

You lose your mind when Hinata receives Aran's spike

"HINATA THAT WAS FANTASTIC!"- You, jumping up and down and completely losing your mind

Atsumu is now trying to figure out how to get you to transfer to Inarizaki 🤣

When that final whistle sounds and your boys win, you scream and run to them

You hug and kiss every single one of them on the cheek

You are crying and smiling and so freaking happy 😭😭😭

Inarizaki is sulking but you look at them, giving them all a smile and a wave 👋🏻 telling them they all did an amazing job!

Their over it real quick 🥰

Seriously the power your smile holds YN

After the match, Suga walks up to Daichi

"I guess Yn's 2nd glow up wasn't so bad"

"She's never allowed to come to tournaments again"- Daichi

He doesn't mean that YN- at least, I hope 😅

[izukuisbaby]

Can I request gojo trying to help y/n while shes sick? Like shes actually so helpless and vulnerable it makes his heart drop seeing her pant for air, taking tylenols for her headache, seeing how sweaty she is. And worst of all she can't get up without feeling extremely nauseous :(

⊹˚.⋆ YOU'RE SICK - SATORU GOJO

℘. flora's notes : thanks for your request anon I fell even more in love with our favorite daddy gojo😫

℘. infos : female reader

m.list | comment and reblog if u enjoyed !

"Y/N I'M HOOOOME" you hear your boyfriend, Satoru, yell from afar. You felt so drained. Whichever virus you caught probably wanted to kill you because you were having a mix of the worst symptoms of all existing diseases. As you felt the stomp of Gojo's footsteps getting closer to your shared bedroom, you went into the umpteenth coughing fit of the day, the pain in your throat amplifying. "Awww you're sick, mf I told you to bring a jacket" Satoru says in a teasing tone, at the sight of your figure curled up under the duvet, barely able to focus on the show displayed on your flat screen. He noticed your unusual silence and dull gaze, one that is normally as bright as the stars.

▪︎

"You look like a tiny little munchkin I wanna kiss you EVERYWHERE !!!" He proceeds to spread kisses all over your face to cheer you up, causing you to giggle. "I'll take care of you princess okay, I'm the strongest after all what can't I do, right?" he says pulling down his glasses to wink at you while smirking. "Come on pretty, let's go to the kitchen I'll make you some food" He motioned for you to stand up. Pushing the blanket away, you sat up and felt a horrendous headache hit you all of a sudden. Although, it quickly faded and you managed to stand up.

▪︎

After just a mere second on your feet, the headache came back but this time an awful nausea overwhelmed you as well. Hearing you grown, Gojo picked you up bridal style. "Shh baby, I'll sit you down on the couch okay. Don't you dare move once I put you there." he says caressing your cheek and kissing your forehead.

▪︎

"Here you go, princess" he says as he layed your body down on the couch. He then gently wrapped you in a blanket and gave you your favorite plushie to cuddle. "You have to eat something, what would you like ?", you noticed how soft and calming his voice sounded, you wondered if he was making an effort to not talk too loud in order to not worsen your headache. You mumbled a "ramen, please", he smiled at you, switched the TV on and handed you the remote before leaving to the kitchen.

▪︎

A few minutes later, he came back with your favorite ramen and some coke : "I read somewhere on Google that coke helps with nauseas". Truth is, his mom gave him some when he was sick and it used to make him feel better. He hated seeing you in pain and not being able to help. He always feels the strong desire to protect you and he could not help but experience guilt as he saw your tired figure, barely able to move, on the couch.

▪︎

"Here is your ramen princess" he saw you move out of the blanket and instantly panicked "NO NO Y/N PLEASE DON'T MOVE YOU'LL BE COLD, I'll feed you", you felt him gently maneuver your body so that he could position himself behind you. Your back pressed against his chest, he brought the spoon close to your mouth until you finish the plate. "You look tired love. Rest a little I'm not going anywhere I promise" he kissed your forehead again and caresses your head to soothe you to sleep. The warmth of his embrace and the tenderness of his pats were quick to make you fall asleep.

© izukuisbaby. comments appreciated ! although do not modify, translate, copy, claim as your own or repost on any app/platform/social media (this applies to all of my content)💓

[mythos-writes]

You Have Something on your Face

Cillian Murphy x Reader

Plot: With being part of the Peaky Blinders makeup/costume team, (Y/N) had gotten close to the cast, especially Cillian

Word Count: 1237

Warning: Cillian is single (No hate to his wife EVER), Age gap (Reader is in their early to mid-20s), swearing, my bad grammar skills, The cast playing matchmaker

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Being a part of the team that helps make ‘Peaky Blinders’ happen was a lucky break for (Y/N). With being freshly out of university for theatre makeup and costumes, the BBC was taking a risk on her, but they have liked her choices, and for the fact that she doubled as a seamstress and makeup artist. She started on the second season and everything went smoothly, plus she got along with the cast quite well. (Y/N) clicked with everyone on the main cast.

Anya-Taylor Joy and Sophie Rundle were her best friends on set, Tom Hardy and Paul Anderson were like her older brothers and Helen McCroy was like the cast mother. They would teach her some acting skills, while she helped them rehearse their lines while she was painting them. But what surprised most people was how close she and Cillian got. It wasn’t like a sibling relationship like with Tom and Paul, and it was something more than with Anya and Sophie. They had always clicked. Whether it was joking around while she was doing his makeup or fixing/making his costume, or even when asking for opinions when they are figuring out sets and how to shoot the scene.

And then feelings started to grow between the two. But they were scared to admit it to themselves, but also to each other. But everyone saw it. Then they started to make a plan.

(Y/N) was fixing up some loose threads that were fraying off of Cillian's suit jacket.

“Ok, that should do it,” she says while handing it back to him. He quickly puts it on. He gives a little spin before facing her again.

“Hey, I didn’t even have to tell you this time,” she jokes. He gives her a small laugh before putting his peaky cap on.

“How's the makeup?” he asks. She looks it over, before pulling out a powder.

“A little oily, let me just give you a touch-up. Bend down a little,” she says. He does and watches her touch him up. “Perfect,” she says while making sure no powder was on his suit. He sends her a smile.

“Thanks, love,” he says before walking off.(Y/N) watches as Cillian walks towards Anya and Helen, every time she touches up his makeup or fixes his clothes butterflies fly through her.

“You're smitten for him,” (Y/N) jumps and sees Paul and Tom come up to her.

“What? Me? Smitten no,” the two men give her a knowing look. “Is it that obvious?” she asks shyly. Tom lets out a small laugh before bringing her to his side.

“Only to the ones who are paying attention (Y/N/N),” Paul says. She sighs before looking to the ground.

“Don’t get yourself down babe, he is smitten with you too,” Tom says. (Y/N) headshots up, almost headbutting Tom in the process.

“Really?” she questions. The two men giggle at her young antics. Just as she got excited, her thoughts burst her bubble.

“ But he is double my age, what would he ever see in me?” she doughs herself.

“Hey come on now, don’t do that,” Tom brings her into a hug now.

“What are you lot doing?” Joe Cole asks while walking to the group.

“(Y/N) here has feelings for Cillian, but doesn’t think he likes her back,” Paul informs him. Joe looks at the younger girl in Tom’s arms. But before anyone could get another word in, David and Tim were calling the cast onto the set.

“We can talk more later if you want,” Tom offers, still a little worried about her.

“I think I'll be fine, but I’ll text you if that changes,” she tells him. He smiles before placing a kiss on the top of her head and following his co-stars.

Around 1 in the afternoon, (Y/N) was cleaning her things, making sure they were ready for tomorrow and if they need touchups. When she walked out of the trailer, with her small kit around her shoulder, she sees that they were just finishing the last couple of shots before lunch. She turned around and ran into someone.

“Bloody hell, I am so sorry,” she says before getting a better look at the chest that she just walked into. The dark grey penny coat with the gold chain of a pocket watch gave away who she had just run into. She looks up to see Cillian in his Tommy get up, peaky cap and all.

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going,” he says.

“ No, I wasn’t looking where I was going, if anyone is sorry it’s me,” she says. He gives her a small smile, before giving her a once over. They stand there in silence for a moment before he breaks it.

“I was just about to go on lunch and I was wondering if you wanted to join me?” he asks. (Y/N) quickly checks her watch before looking back at him.

“Yeah, I could eat,” she says. He smiles before offering his arm to her.

“Shall we,” he says. (Y/N) links her arm in. “We shall.” They start to make their way to get some food. The cast watched them leave.

“Alright, operation Headman is now a go,” Paul says.

As they were eating, (Y/N) was running some ideas for Tommy’s suit ideas by him.

“So I was thinking of a dark grey suit for next season,” she says.

“So basically the same thing I wear for the last 3-4 seasons,” he says.

“Exactly,” she says with a smile while taking a bit of her sandwich. Cillian watches her closely, studying her actions. He then looks at his watch seeing that 45 min has already passed by.

“Shit, I think we should get back to set, or the lot will have a field day with us,” he says. (Y/N) checks the time herself and her eyes almost pop out of her head.

“You are bloody right.” “When am I ever wrong,” Cillian jokes, earning an eye roll.

When they arrived back, they were about to go their separate ways when he quickly grabs her shoulder. She turns to look at him, a little confused. But what she saw was a look of total admiration. (Y/N) has only ever seen this look between her parents. They feel the butterflies return to their bellies.

“Hey you have something on your face,” he says.

“Oh no, where?” she questions. Without saying another word, he leans in and places a gentle kiss against her lips. (Y/N) was shocked at what was happening. She grasps for his dress shirt, bringing him in closer. He releases from the kiss, looking down at her with a smile.

“There, I got it,” he says, causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes.

“You are so cheesy,” Cillian lets out a breathy laugh before bringing her back into another kiss.

Their moment was then broken by a loud voice.

“Fuckin finally!” the two turn to see the cast standing just offset, smiles all set on their faces. the two turn to see the cast standing just offset, smiles all set on their faces. Tom, Joe, and Paul jumped around and hollering, while Anya, Helen, Annabelle and Sophie were clapping. Cillian looks down at (Y/N), a small smile graces his lips.

“Do you think?” he asks. “I think so,” (Y/N) replies.

They smile before he offers her his hand, she smiles and takes it before walking over to the over-joyed cast.

[honeydazai]

Arcane characters when their s/o takes a lethal hit for them

feat.: Viktor, Jayce Talis, Silco, Vander, Vi, Jinx, Ekko, Finn, Grayson

warnings: mentions of death, blood and violence, graphic

requested?: yes! | reblogs appreciated!

VIKTOR is barely able to keep his balance when you roughly shove him to the side, though he doesn't get any time to question what made you act this way. There's an expression of shock on your face, and Viktor's own disbelief matches yours as you unceremoniously drop to the ground, red blossoming on your shirt where the bullet tore through your chest. He has no idea why someone would possibly want to kill him, but it also doesn't matter, not right now, not when he quickly drops to his knees next to you despite the pain in his legs.

Viktor forces himself not to panic — instead, he tries to regain his sense of logic. As long as his heart is still beating, he doesn't give up on you; there's pure determination in his eyes as he drags your body to a safe place, not caring at all for the way his leg aches. He doesn't give up on you — if he did, his whole life would crumble right then and there. He can't bare to be without you, which is why he spends all his time developing prosthetics and other machines to help keep you alive, even if he's quietly crying during it. And if all that doesn't help, well—, he has never believed in the afterlife, but it's worth a try.

“I'm not giving up on you, my love. You will be alright again, I'll make sure of it. I'll—, fuck, I promise it to you. We'll soon be together once more, one way or another.”

JAYCE already opens his mouth to snap at you when you collide with his side, sending him stumbling — he almost loses his grip on his hammer, and he had just told you to stay out of sight so he's able to properly defend you. He, however, quickly stops in his tracks when his gaze falls onto your body — your body, which is currently crumpling to the ground, red blooming on your shirt, and, fuck, it doesn't take long for realisation to dawn on him.

The sight has his heart literally breaking, his chest tightening in a horribly painful way, and his grip on the handle of his weapon tightens, despite the way his hands tremble. The sudden urge to avenge your death is overwhelming, and the guy who had just shot you ends up with his skull smashed only seconds later. Despite knowing that it doesn't change anything about your death, he continues to mercilessly slaughter your enemies until he's too exhausted to even move. With a choked sob, he kneels down next to your limp body, and then there's tears streaming down his cheeks as he hugs you close.

“No, fuck, baby, please—, don't do this to me, please. Please, don't be gone, please, we'll find someone who'll heal you, alright? Look, it's just a—, just a little wound. Tiny, really. I promise.”

It takes SILCO a few seconds to realise what exactly has happened — his eyes, wide-open with shock, focus on your body in front of his, on a glint of silver; on the blade that's sticking out of your back, stopping just short of his own stomach. A moment later, the blade's ripped out of you with a disgusting squelching noise as the attacker flees, and you keel over.

The knife was intended to be thrust into his body, not yours, and he doesn't get why you'd possibly do that for him, he doesn't get it, except for that he does, and the fact that you gave your life for his only makes this worse. You stumble, and Silco is quick to catch you, his arms closing around your body to stop you from falling. Despite the way you inhale sharply in pain — fuck, he actually touched your wound, and now his hands are red, stained red —, you give him a shaky smile as you tell him that you're glad he's alright, and Silco hates it, hates that he can't do anything but watch in horror as you slowly die before his eyes just from a stab wound. He barks at someone to get a healer immediately, but he knows they won't arrive on time, and as you tell him you love him one more time, his hands are still red, so fucking red with your blood, and he knows he's the one who actually killed you.

“No, my dear—, you shouldn't have done that. Fuck, I'm sorry. I love you too, of course I do—, and of course I would've done the same for you, of course. I'm so sorry.”

VANDER's whole world seems to shatter when you suddenly decide to jump in front of him, effectively shielding his body with yours. While he, of course, understands why you did it — he would have done the same without hesitation —, that doesn't make it hurt any less to see you collapse, your body suddenly too heavy for your legs to hold your weight up. Despite wanting to do nothing more than to hold you, he first takes care of whoever had shot you.

Only then does he kneel down next to you, big hands gently moving your head onto his lap, and with one quick look at your wound, he knows all help will come too late for you. There's tears dripping down his cheeks, but he forces a strained smile onto his face as he cups your cheek in his palm; his chest aches with agony as he sees you gasp out your last breaths, but he couldn't bare to leave you alone in this moment.

“Hey, you're okay, baby. Yeah, I'm here. I'm here. Would never leave you. Oh, I'm not—, not crying, darl, don't worry about me. I love you so much. Please—, I'm sorry.”

There's heavy steps, the noise of armour creaking, and VI simply breaks down at the sight that she has to face — one of the Enforcers who had originally aimed for her knocks you over with almost comical ease as soon as you protectively move in front of her. The way you collapse has her sobbing, the horrible crunch of a metal boot making contact with your skull makes her flinch and, god, with her own injuries, she can't do more than drag her partly limp body over to yours.

She tries to scream for help, knowing full well there's no one coming, but at least she's trying — she can't lose you, not to the Enforcers, not now, not when she loves you so much and can't live without you. What frustrates her most is how entirely useless she feels; the fact that you tried to protect her only makes the overwhelming feeling of guilt a lot worse, and Vi faintly notices she's hyperventilating, her chest aching, but it doesn't seem important when your corpse, bloody and hurt and tossed to the side like a broken doll, lies right in front of her. She almost wishes for someone to shoot her right now, too.

“Darl, fuck—, hey, can you hear me? Please? There's help on the way, I just know it, please hold on. Please, don't be—, please hold on. I can't lose you.”

It all happens so quickly — JINX barely has time to react when Ekko's weapon comes down, threatening to smash her skull in, only to just — not. Nothing happens, even though there's a deafening crunching sound, and she slowly opens her eyes again, only to be confronted with the sight of you collapsing next to her. She tries to check for your injuries, she tries, but you're out cold and her sight is blurry with either tears or adrenaline, fear, and she can't do anything to help you. For a few seconds, she's just staring at you, all wide-eyed and shocked, and she's at a loss of words.

Then, a horrible screeching sound makes her flinch, and it takes Jinx a moment to realise that it's a scream that had torn itself from deep down out of her chest, a pained cry that leaves her throat . As if the noise had woken her up, she scrambles to hurry to your side, tears running down her cheeks as she apologises — she's not sure for what, perhaps for knowing you or for bringing you bad luck or for being the reason you're dead. Honestly, Ekko looks almost as horrified as she does; he doesn't even get the chance to run away before Jinx puts a bullet into his head, and one more, and another eight until her gun's empty. Afterwards, she just breaks down, sobbing and holding your corpse close.

“Fuck, sugar—, no, no, you're alright. I won't accept it—, you'll be fine again, right? You're not leaving me, are you? Come on, tell me you're fine, darl. Please—, I can't lose you too—”

It's painfully obvious that EKKO doesn't stand a chance against Jinx — or at least that's what you, body thrumming with adrenaline and fear, believe. That's why you don't hesitate to throw yourself between the both of them, only for Ekko to scream your name as you collapse. He's at your side in an instant, checking you for injuries, but there's no helping the open wound in your stomach. The bullet ripped right through, leaving blood to gush out unhindered, and before he knows it, he drops his weapon to lift you up.

At some point, Jinx had left, but Ekko can't even find relief in that fact as he quickly makes his way back to the Firelight's hideout, hoping to find some healer there. Your body is awfully limp in his arms, your head lolling to the side, and he can barely bare to look at you; he's biting down on his bottom lip to keep any sobs in. By the time he makes it to the hideout, however, your pulse is fully gone, and Ekko screams in utter grief before he can stop himself from doing so.

“Hey, we need help, now—, any healer, anyone, come on, get over here! It's an emergency, for fuck's sake! What—, it's not too late, don't give up on them yet, asshole. It's not—, no, no, they were fine a second ago, I still felt their pulse, it was right there a moment ago—”

You weren't even supposed to be here. It's the only thought currently racing through FINN's head — you weren't supposed to be here, you were supposed to be at home, waiting for him to return after he had successfully overthrown Silco with Sevika's aid. Now, though, you're crumpling to the ground and, while Finn quickly catches you and drags you onto his lap before you hit the floor, it takes him a few seconds to realise what exactly has happened.

There's blood on his face, your blood, and his eyes immediately scan your body to find the source of it — a large cut on your throat, almost severing it fully. You're literally bleeding out, your pulse nothing but a weak flutter underneath his fingers before it vanishes completely and, fuck, Finn doesn't realise he's crying until his tears fall down onto your body. Sevika's blade is glinting in the dim light, dripping liquid red, and he's shaking with anger, with grief, because this could have so easily been avoided if only you'd stayed home. He supposes he should be grateful, given how you saved his life, but there's nothing but emptiness filling his chest as he swears to get revenge on Sevika and Silco.

“Fuck—, no, no, don't do that to me. Don't—, fuck. Please. I swear to God, Silco, I'll make you regret this. One day, you'll wish you'd never been born. I'll find everyone you love and put a bullet into their heads.”

GRAYSON is stricken with grief as she watches your body drop unceremoniously to the floor, red staining your shirt in a matter of seconds. She fully understands that Enforcers aren't well-liked by all, but, fuck, she's not even on duty, and now you're bleeding onto the streets of Piltover she had sworn to keep safe. Her first reaction is to act on logic — you're hurt, you've been shot even though the attack should have hit her, and now you both need to search for a healer, immediately.

She quickly lifts you up into her arms, trying not to flinch at the way you groan in pain at being moved, and Grayson forces herself not to let her worry, her full-blown fear show on your face — for your sake. You're still alive and that's what she focuses on, you're alive even though the only things proving that are the choked-out sobs that leave your throat. She focuses on those noises as she pushes through the crowd, barking orders at civilians to let her through, that it's an emergency and she won't hesitate to shoot them if they're hindering her. Your sobs mean you're alive. You're going to be alright, she knows that because of your pained whimpers. That is, until they suddenly stop. She can't help but break down fully in the middle of Piltover when you're suddenly awfully quiet.

“You'll be alright. I promise. We'll get you some help, baby, just don't fall asleep on me, got that? Hey—, alright? Dear? You're—, fuck, you're still listening, right? Right—?”

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|| From Ashes ||

Pairing: Frank Castle X F!reader

Rating: M

Tags/warnings: unexpected pregnancy (wrap it before you tap it!), bit of angst and small scuffle between Frank+Matt, birth (not explicit), fluff.

A/n: I am not at all interested in having kids but I look at Frank and he somehow just makes me broody as fuck. Also I have limited knowledge of childbirth so please don't come for me with my inaccuracies 😅

If you like my stuff, I'd really appreciate a reblog ♥️

You'd talked about it before, you both wanted to start a family at some point, but that was sometime way off in the future, after all the shit that he was caught up in was taken care of. Frank said it wasn't safe for you and you had agreed. But one day...

The night before the explosion at the docks, not that you could have any idea he wouldn't be coming home, you'd begged him to fuck you raw. You'd had to talk him round to it. Of course you were on the pill and usually always used condoms, but that night for whatever reason you just wanted to feel him.

"Better be careful darlin' or I'll put a baby in you."

The sound you made and the way you felt when those words left his lips and hit your ears you'll never forget.

"Oh, you like the sound of that sweetie?"

In the midst of the gut-wrenching grief and fog of confusion after Frank was gone you'd missed a couple of days of pills but didn't think anything of it. After all, what were the chances? A few weeks later you put the skipped period down to extreme stress, it had happened before. Now you were here, crumpled on the bathroom floor with five positive pregnancy test sticks confirming the real reason behind your 'vomiting bug".

You didn't know what you were going to do. The only thing you were certain of is that you were keeping it.

When you had asked Matt to meet you it was as if he already knew something was up. Aside from the obvious hammering of your heart with nerves, "you smell different", he'd told you.

"I'm pregnant".

That was the first time you'd actually said it out loud.

It suddenly made everything real and you didn't even realise you were crying into Matt's chest as he held you and promised it would all be okay.

When you went for your first scan you realised that your wage from your shift at Josie's wasn't going to cut through the upcoming hospital bills alone. Matt insisted on helping you with the finances but you didn't want a hand out, you wanted to work.

"Well, Nelson, Murdock and Page are actually doing pretty good now, and as we're so busy we could really use some help. How about you come work for us?"

You couldn't thank him enough.

~

Now it was time. Once you were checked into to the hospital and given a room, Karen and Foggy helped you get settled in and comfortable while Matt gave the nurse some more information.

"Mr Castiglione?"

Matt nodded, going along with your preference of Frank's old moniker and pretending to be your partner. You didn't want to take any unnecessary risks and Matt was more than happy to be there for you.

"Okay, you say the contractions started around an hour ago, and she was feeling a little dizzy?"

"Yes," Matt confirmed, "I think her blood pressure might be low. Will her and the baby be okay?"

The nurse nodded. "We'll keep monitoring her as normal but it's looking fine at the moment, contractions are still quite far apart. Certainly nothing to worry about."

She turned to you. "If they start coming closer together you just let me know, but for now try and relax as best you can honey."

Matt cocked his head as he picked up the radio call of one of the police officers at the opposite end of the floor. A fight underway in an alley a couple of streets away, suspected armed gangland conflict. He looked over at you talking with the others.

"Uh, I'm just gonna go pick up some snacks and water for you from the store round the corner okay?"

You nodded, "thanks Matty, don't be too long, no idea when this baby's coming!"

"Don't worry, be back in no time."

~

Was it irony that tying up the last loose ends of Frank's past had brought him right back to Hell's Kitchen? When this was over maybe he could finally work out how to come back to his  life, back to you.

He'd put three of the gang he'd been chasing down already before a familiar masked pain in the ass jumped down from the fire escape landing in front of him.

"The fuck you doin' here Red?" Frank spat, flooring the last goon with headbutt.

Matt approached him. "Was in the area, heard a ruckus. The usual. Sure as hell didn't expect it to be you somehow..."

Frank chuckled, "yeah I'll bet, you feel like fightin' a ghost?" He inched towards the Devil.

Matt was on his guard. "Not here to fight you Frank but you gotta come with me. Now."

"Nah, nah, you're comin' with me, gonna tell me where my girl is."

"Listen, how long have you been away?" Matt asked him, circling Frank and keeping his distance.

"Had stuff I needed to take care of, what the fuck is it to you?"

"Nine months, Frank. You've been gone nine months."

"Why the fuck does that matter? Where is she?" He roared.  "Went to the apartment and most of her stuff is gone...  looks like she ain't been there for a while. I know you know, Red. You were always close."

"She's been living with me the last few months-"

Frank charged forward with a growl, aiming to kick Matt square in the chest but he dodged away before he could connect.

"Oh, right yeah! I get it. I'm barely dead and you just slide on in, huh? Real gentleman." He span around fast, popping his elbow up and smashing it into Matt's face making him stagger back, blood gushing from his nose. "If you were anyone else I'd fuckin kill you. But I won't, for her sake."

"Jesus Frank, you've got it all wrong," Matt wiped his nose and spat out the blood in his mouth. "if you'd just stop trying to beat the shit out of me and let me explain!"

Frank grabbed him by the throat, slamming him against the roof door. "Yeah I'd fuckin' love to hear how you think you can get out of this one "

Matt choked, swatting and wrenching at Frank's arm but he was running on pure rage and too strong, his dark eyes blazing into Matt's unfocused ones.

He swallowed, "she came to me... 'bout a month or so after you were gone..."

Frank's grip tightened. "She came to you?"

Matt tried to get the words out as fast as he could given the circumstances.

"Hngh-... s-she was scared, she'd just found out she... she was pregnant. She was worried about money, worried she couldn't cope. Karen, Foggy and I... we've looked after her, made sure she has everything she needs."

Frank choked as he processed Matt's words.

"Pregnant? W-what? Who's... is it yours?!" He pushed Matt into the wall.

Matt spluttered out an incredulous laugh, "Think about it Frank,"

He turned it over in his mind, you were his everything, all he wanted was to keep you safe, and him ending up 'dead' had the perfect way to do it. He could hunt down every single threat from his past and blow them away easy. It had taken him almost all the way across the country in about nine months. Nine fucking months...

"Fuck." Frank released his hold on Matt and fell down to his knees.

"My girl, she- she's..." He ran his hand through his hair, shaking his head. Matt coughed, trying to get his breath back as he straightened up, laying his hand on Frank's shoulder.

"She's in Metro General right now. I've been trying to tell you, c'mon I'll take you to her."

They entered the hospital through a service door at the rear, Matt guiding them through the corridors without drawing attention to an vacant locker room. He gestured at a shelf of clean scrubs opposite as Frank checked behind them was clear before closing the door.

"Clean up as best you can and put those on. Can't have you waltzing in there looking like you just beat some Russian gangsters to a bloody pulp, huh?"

Frank grunted, shedding his bloodsoaked, dirty shirt and donning the blue scrubs and borrowing a hoodie hanging on a peg before heading to the sink in the corner, washing his hands and splashing his face with water.

He paused gripping the edge of the sink, leaning over it. Bloody droplets fell onto the stainless steel and trickled down the drain.

"You ready?" Matt called, taking off and shoving the makeshift mask he was wearing under some trash in the bin.

Frank shook his head slowly. "I'm scared Red, christ.'

"I think that's normal...."

"I mean, I'm fucking terrified." He started pacing, "what if I go in that room and she... she doesn't want me?"

"She will Frank. She does. She loves you, she never stopped loving you."

Frank looked up at him.

"C'mon," Matt said, opening the door. "you don't want to miss this."

As they headed up to your room, Matt filled Frank in.

"Her water broke after I uh, made her laugh a bit too much..."

"Typical." Frank mused.

"Mild contractions started a couple hours ago, they're still pretty far apart but I brought her in early as her blood pressure was low," Matt sensed Frank's immediate concern. "She's fine, she's okay. Baby's heart is strong."

Frank chuckled in disbelief, "you can hear that?"

Matt smiled, shrugging, "yeah."

"Jesus. Can you tell what it is, I mean, does she know... boy or girl?"

Matt smirked. "No, she didn't want to know. And I'm not that good Castle. It's a... surprise."

Frank laughed nervously as he followed him around the next corner. "Damn right it is."

Frank froze in the doorway when he saw you, lying propped up on the bed hooked up to a monitor. You were talking to Karen. A little bit of sweat beaded your forehead. He could see the rounded swell of your stomach under the sheet that covered you. He'd never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

"Matty, you're back! What the hell happened to you?" You exclaimed, seeing the bruises on his face, eyes flicking to the hooded figure in scrubs beside Matt.

"...Karen, they've definitely not given me any drugs yet have they? This baby's making me crazy, I thought I saw Frank standing next to Matt."

You watched Karen stare at the doorway, her jaw opening and closing silently.

"He- he is." She finally said in disbelief.

"Karen don't joke, Frank's dead."

You laughed as the Frank-shaped hallucination belted across the room to your side and gently grabbed your hand.

"What? This... isn't real... he's- you're dead." You stuttered, trying to comprehend the fact you could feel him squeezing your hand, his eyes fixed on yours, glittering with tears about to fall. "But, you're dead..." you choked out.

Matt rubbed at his throat, his voice still hoarse and raw, "I promise you he's real, and very much alive."

"Sweetheart." Frank's voice was small, rough and choked up but there was no mistaking it. He raised your hand to his lips and kissed, brushed your hair back out of your face and kissed you on the forehead. He said your name, it was just like the dream you had on so many nights but the warmth of his lips that you thought you'd never ever feel again was so solid and real and here. You flung your arms around him pulling him as close as you were able to. Holding on to him so he wouldn't disappear again.

"Frank! Oh my god Frank-"

He nuzzled against your neck, kissing you there too. "I'm here baby, I'm so sorry! God I've missed you so so much." You breathed each other in, you were whole again.

You cried, he cried, Karen cried, even Matt was blinking away tears.

Frank finally found your lips and almost kissed the breath from you. You held him there for a long moment, foreheads touching, before letting him go and smacking him in the face with your right hook.

He rubbed at his jaw, moving it from side to side. "Yeah, I deserve that."

"Fucking right you do, where the hell have you been?! I thought you were dead! We all did!"

He sat beside you on the bed. "I know, god I wanted to tell you, to see you..." he kissed your fingers again. "there were things I needed to take care of you to keep you safe, and it meant that I couldn't come back. I didn't know that... that you- fuck if I'd known..."

"That I'm having your baby? Our baby."

"I'm so sorry honey, sorry I wasn't there for you. Shit, I've really missed everything, the scans... wasn't even there to rub your feet..."

"Not much to miss, just me growing to the size of and looking like a beached whale. Anyway, Matt and Foggy gave A+ foot rubs."

Frank dipped his head. "Shit, I owe you guys, big time. You came through for my girl. I'll make it up to you I swear."

Matt shrugged, "you don't have to, nothing we wouldn't have done anyway. Just glad you're back Castle."

"Yeah," Karen added, smiling, "you're where you belong."

Just then Foggy returned from the coffee run. "Sorry it took so long, the guy in front punched the machine and actually broke it because it wouldn't give him change so I had to go-" he clocked the hooded figure crouched by your side stroking your hair. "Castle..?"

Matt reached out catching hold of the coffee cups before Foggy dropped them out of shock.

"Holy shit... I guess daddy's home?!""

"Good to see ya Nelson."  Frank nodded before turning back to you.

"Anyway, you ain't the size of a whale, you look beautiful, doesn't she?" He looked to the others for some backup.

You snorted, "oh yeah, ask the opinion of my best friends, one of whom is blind..."

Matt just grinned while Foggy and Karen clamoured to assure you that you looked great.

"Well you're fucking gorgeous, and I love you." Frank said as he kissed your lips again. You saw his eyes flick down to your belly as he sat back.

"I love you too, so much. Here," you say, pulling your gown up a little way and taking his hand and placing it carefully on your bump.

Frank shook his head, a choked laugh escaping his lips as he felt movement, still not fully believing.

"I swear it's gonna be better at kicking ass than you!" You joked.

He smiled, and you bathed in it. "This is really happening huh?"

"Yeah, and-" You hissed, gritting your teeth as pain suddenly lassoed around your abdomen. "it really fucking hurts!" Frank tried to soothe you as you shifted around trying to get comfortable, you got him to pull you up so you could stand and lean over the bed while he rubbed your lower back.

"You okay?" Matt asked. He tilted his head, a furrow appearing between his brows.

You laughed nervously, "heh yeah, peachy." Another contraction, this time much stronger hit you and you felt like you wanted to bear down. "Oh fuck!" You groaned, your legs buckling with the pain. Matt made to move towards you but Frank caught you and held you up.

"Okay," Foggy said, putting his coffee down, "I'm no expert but I think these contractions are getting a mite closer together, gonna go get someone."

"Thanks Foggy." Frank resumed massaging your back and you hummed with gratitude, bracing yourself for the next round of pain.

"Think this baby decided it's time to meet their daddy..."

The midwife and nurse appeared with Foggy. "Alright, anyone who's not a parent will have to leave. This ain't a party."

Karen squeezed your hand, "we'll be right outside, you've got this."

"Good luck!" Foggy said, kissing your cheek.

"You're gonna be fine sweetie, Frank's gonna take good care of you." Matt said. As he reached for the door you turned to Frank.

"I want him here, please..." Frank nodded, he owed Matt that much and it was your decision.

"Matt will you stay?" You called out to him.

"Of course, if that's okay?" He replied, humbled that you'd asked.

"Can he?" you asked the midwife with pleading eyes.

"Fine, just don't get in the way." She said. "Dad, you come over this side, you're gonna be her squeeze toy and help her breathe okay?"

"Yes ma'am." Frank replied, taking your clammy hand in his as you focused on him.

Matt sat on the opposite side, his fingers locking between yours.

The midwife checked you over. "Alright honey it's time to push, nice big deep breaths for me, here we go."

~

A girl.

Frank was so in love with you both and he couldn't do enough to help when he got to take the two of you home. It made your heart burst to see him singing to her, getting up in the middle of the night to help feed and change her. This was a side of him you'd never seen but you always knew was there.

Matt, Foggy and Karen worked tirelessly to find a way to exhonourate him from the dock incident, and all the other gang hits while he was 'dead' were untraceable back to him anyway. He'd been careful.

You both finally had your own family, as well as your found family, and nothing was ever going to take that away.

[eveenstar]

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𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: (Y/N) and Doctor Strange end up trapped in an incursion-stricken universe with no clue how they get back to stop the Scarlet Witch. While exploring, they meet a rather...familiar face.

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A universe left behind with the remnants of an incursion works like the brain of someone near the brink of death - soft, haunted whispers linger around, forever stuck in a cycle, forced to repeat the same day where their voices were silenced.

The tall buildings and the streets, who once were filled with a diversity of stories, were empty to the blind eye - but maybe, maybe if you stared long enough, you would see the undead souls moving around - that is what (Y/N) felt while walking down the broken street. The man besides her, Doctor Strange, was on high alert - just like her, he felt like something hidden was watching them, something that escaped both their abilities.

"This place..." The young woman whispered faintly, "it's like a memory from a dream."

(Y/N) had walked that street countless of times in her universe, but it wasn't that lively sight that haunted her most inner dreams at night, no - instead, it was the abandoned and destroyed street that crawled into her mind every night since the first battle with Thanos. Long, lost words would whisper sweetly in her ear, telling her of other-universe tale, and just when (Y/N) would feel her body crumble to exhaustion, those sweet whispers would turn into agonizing pleas and cries, keeping her wide-awake.

"I don't know if going to the Sanctum to find your other you is a good idea." The woman hurried her step to match with the doctor's.

"It's our only way." Stephen replied, although he agreed with her. Whatever happened in this universe, he knew his other him had something to do with it. Strange would never let something like this happen to his universe.

Maybe his feelings were right. Standing in front of an eerie Sanctum, one didn't need to be magical to know that something was not right with it. The Sanctum felt like a black hole, slowly driving anyone closer, convincing them that it would be just a quick curiosity peak, and then swallow them whole - and just like a black hole, anything that went in, never came out.

A man stood tall by the Window of the Worlds, glaring at them like a predator glares at their prey.

"Stay close to me. We don't know who or what awaits us."

Just like Strange, (Y/N) knew her feelings towards this universe were right. She could tell every detail of the rooms without even needing to go inside - but she didn't tell Strange, no, it would be just another problem on top of the one they already had in hands.

Careful not to stray away too far from the sorcerer, the young protegée examined the old books and furniture. She was thankful she didn't have a dust allergy since everything was covered in it - whoever lived here, it seems they stopped caring about cleaning the Sanctum a long time ago. She sweeped her finger through the ocean of dust in a nearby table and hummed to herself.

"Who are you?" A voice echoed, Strange's. Turning around in her feet, she saw the man's face pale even further, as if he was staring down at a ghost. It was Strange, but not hers - no, this was someone else's Strange. If death had a face, it would be his - sinister Strange held a eerie aura around him, like a cloak, and (Y/N) dreaded that they had found another problem.

He furrowed his brows upon her silence.

"(Y/N)" The man didn't move from his position in the middle of the stairs. His gaze buried in her skull, barely blinking. Shit, where the hell is Stephen? "I'm sorry we intruded in the Sanctum like this, I'm here with another you, you see, we're from another universe."

Strange took a careful step down the stairs while maintaining his eyes on her - his face subtly changed, not so closed off now, but more...soft. A small spark ignited in his eyes - whose colour was not the baby blue her Stephen had, no, it was almost coal-blue, like a black hole - and maybe if (Y/N) had hawk eyesight, she would've seen the small tear almost forming in the corners of his eyes. It was like he was staring at something he believed to be lost forever.

Unfortunately, that soft lingering gaze dissipated as fast the rain falls on the ground.

"Prove it." Strange stated, no, he demanded it. Of course, this random girl showed up at your house claiming to be from another reality, now that is absurd - yet the way he voiced it sounded more like a threat than anything.

(Y/N) stood in her place and thought about something, anything, that she could say to convince him that they meant no harm. She and Stephen were close, with her being his protégé, and she knew the sorcerer like the palm of her hand - they shared the deepest secrets to each other, sometimes not by words.

"I know you lost someone a long time ago. Someone close to you."

His breath caught in his throat and Strange's heart ached, but he didn't let that show. His eyebrow quirked slightly as if saying choose your next words wisely and he took another another slow step. The wooden balustrade was turning Strange's fingers white by the sheer force he was using to hold himself back.

(but from what?)

(Y/N)'s eyes softened and she hoped not press any wrong buttons, it felt like she was walking on eggshells. The Multiverse has many alternate lives for its inhabitants, and so the young sorceress could be wrong about anything of his life - even the things that helped shape Doctor Strange into who he is today.

"You lost your sister in a frozen lake. She fell through the ice." Oddly enough, the sinister doctor let out a small sigh of relief. "You kept it buried inside you but you told me." There was a pause so she could regain her breath, trying not to make her voice crack. "You told me."

After the secret was blown out, the air suddenly felt more light - like a huge pressure had just been taken off her shoulders. (Y/N) couldn't help but mentally sight of relief when Strange walked down the rest of the steps and stood in front of her - even if he tried his best to recompose himself as if he was sane, (Y/N) could easily see past him. But the sorceress was exhausted, and she desperately wanted to believe that she had misinterpreted the doctor.

"What brings you to my universe?" Sinister Strange asked, a slight hint of amusement behind his voice, and tilted his head a bit, like a curious child.

"I-"

"(Y/N)?" Late to the party, Doctor Strange emerged from one of the downstairs case. (Y/N) was thankful he had at last come to rescue her, but her newfound "friend"? Not so much.

She laughed in hopes to ease things, "Stephen! Look who I found-" (Y/N) waved at sinister Strange, "You!"

Stephen hummed in acknowledgement, standing besides his protégé like a bodyguard. His eyes travelled up and down the living reflection of him and stopped at the familiar dark book on his waist - the Darkhold in all its might, an exact copy of the one from his universe, was hanging from Sinister Strange's belt like it was a regular book and not something powerful enough to corrupt a being, no matter how heroic they may be.

"Why do you have the Darkhold?" Stephen questioned, both alerted and intrigued - Sinister Strange took his gaze off of (Y/N) and turned to him, and if looks could kill, they would be in a battle right now.

Sinister Strange looked down to the Darkhold, tapping it a few times before looking at Stephen. "It's safe with me."

The sorceress leaned against a table - she would've taken a seat on top of it if she wasn't so sure it would break the second she did. "So you're studying it?"

It didn't take two plus two to notice the way Strange's eyes longed on hers, like a distorted lovesick fool - a definition of a red flag, because those same lovesick eyes were the same ones who had bored daggers into Stephen's just moments ago.

"I lost the battle against Thanos." The sinister sorcerer replied, "Things just got out of hand."

"We can see that." Stephen remarked before rushing his protégé to a corner. Something was wrong, he could feel it, gods, he could see it! This version of Stephen was up to no good and he would drag them with him if they weren't careful. No one could ever have the darkhold so close to them and not get corrupted by its influence, not even the Scarlet Witch herself.

(Y/N) frowned and glared at Stephen, clearly confused. "What are you going?"

"We need to get out of here." The doctor tried his best to speak in hushed tones, aware of watchful eyes on them.

But the sorceress didn't understand - or maybe she did and was choosing to ignore it out of desperation. They needed urgent help to find a way back to their universe.

(Y/N) blinked in confusion, uttering confused noises, "Why?" Before Stephen could reply, already moving his hands like he so loves to do while explaining something, "This is our only shot at this, Stephen. He's you! I know he looks creepy but we've dealt with far worse."

Stephen took a quick glance at his odd counter-part before looking back at her.

"We'll find another way."

(Y/N) scowled, "No."

"(Y/N)-" But it was too late, she was already moving towards Sinister Strange - and gods, Stephen despised the gaze he had on his eyes each time he looked at her. Not out of jealously, no, but rather fear - was it fear? No, it was no time to question his feelings, he knew that Strange was no good, but he also knew (Y/N) was determined enough to throw her safety through the window if it meant they got to stop their enemy - in this case, the Scarlet Witch, or Wanda Maximoff, as they once knew her as.

"Something wrong?" Sinister Strange offered a 'sympathetic' frown but he couldn't help but crack a smile when she approached him. She was so close, so close.

The sorceress cleared her throat and waved at Stephen, "As you can see, we are not from your reality. We were sent here by an enemy who threatens to destroy our universe, and we need help to get back." (Y/N) tried to put things simple. "Urgently." She added with a hurried tone.

Sinister Strange hummed in acknowledgement and with heavy steps, he approached the World's Window - or whatever it was called, (Y/N) could never quite remember it. She could feel the tension in the air forming.

With his back to her, the dark sorcerer took his time to reply, but when he did, it just confirmed Stephen's feelings even more, "And what would I get in return? My universe is, as you saw, already destroyed."

(Y/N) hesitated, "What do you want?" She shrug when Stephen gave her a warning look, as if saying seriously?

"Hmm," Sinister Strange cocked his head to the side, pondering on her question - pretending, to be honest, because he already knew what he wanted the second his eyes layed on her - but he too, had to play careful. Chess, they were playing chess, and each move had to be calculated so he could be sure he wouldn't lose, not this time. "You'll find out eventually."

His hushed words fell in disdain to the back of her mind, because all that (Y/N) heard was a positive answer. "So are you saying you'll help us?"

The man turned around to look at her with a grave expression and nodded. (Y/N) couldn't help but smugly look to her Stephen with a large smirk on her face, arms crossed over her chest - the poor hero simply sighed, not knowing if he should be disappointed or not.

"See? I told you!"

He gave her another scolding look, which only caused her smirk to grow wider, "(Y/N)."

[softie-rain]

Prom?

pairings: jason dean x gen!reader

warnings: mention of murder, allusion to domestic violence and jokes about suicide

summary: it's always been a dream of yours to go to prom with your boyfriend, and when you finally get one you think your dream will come true. Too bad your boyfriend is Jason Dean.

a/n: is this going to get not even one note because it's jd and i never wrote about him? yes. do i care? no. i loved writing this and i will write more even if you don't want bye

please forgive me if it's a bit out of character

Any spam likers will be blocked. If you like what you read, REBLOG.

Dating someone like Jason Dean wasn't easy. At all. 

There were days where you two would simply hang out together in your room, just laying side by side on your bed talking about nothing. 

Other when you'd hang out in his room, planning murder. It may have sounded weird, but it was fine by you as long as you knew and agreed who he was killing. 

Then there were some days, the worst, where JD would come to school with small bruises on his arms and/or face. "He did it again?" You would try to ask him, fully aware of what his father did to him. 

"Did what?" He always acted like you didn't know anything. He wanted to keep you safe, at any cost. And so you simply smiled tenderly at him and kissed him just wanting him to feel loved, knowing how much he needed that.

But no matter what day it was, a good or a bad one, of one thing you were sure: he hated prom. You made this discovery when you brought up the subject a couple of weeks ago, since that event was coming around a few days, thinking it would have been a cute idea to go together.

He bursted out laughing. 

"You're so funny y/n, love." He suddenly stopped running his hand through your hair and looked seriously at you. "You were kidding right?" You shook your head and tried to hide your disappointment as you answered him. "Obviously I was joking. Us? Prom? Please." 

You had already asked your mom to buy the dress. You wanted to bury yourself alive. 

"Just to know… Why don't you wanna go?" You asked, and he scrunched his nose. "It's stupid. Prom is like a celebration of Hell that someone decided to call school, where a bunch of horny teenagers just decide to dress up all cool to forget their problems by grinding on other horny teenagers like it's dirty dancing or some shit." You nodded. You didn't agree with him, going to the prom with your date has always been a dream of yours.

And you knew it may have sounded childish, but you didn't care. I mean, everyone loves to go to Prom right?

Not JD. 

Now, you had no idea if he noticed your slight sadness at his answer or if he didn't, but you never spoke about it again. Until today at least.

You were walking out of school, when Veronica surprised you from behind. "Guess who?" She said, in a high pitched voice. You chuckled. "You turned into Heather, Veronica?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe. So… What are you wearing next Saturday?" She winked at you. Saturday. Prom. 

You gave her a look that spoke more than all the words you could have used. "JD doesn't want to uh?"

"He literally cried from how hard he was laughing. Jason Dean. Laughing."

"C'mon, he did laugh at other times."

"I know. That's not the point Ronnie." 

She gave you a sympathetic look. "I'm sure you'll do something just as exciting." You raised an eyebrow. "Highly doubt that. For Mr. Dean, it's just another normal day." 

"Ah, I thought my ears were ringing." 

Your boyfriend appeared, hugging you from behind. "Hey JD." You said softly. "Well I'm leaving you two alone. I'll call you later y/n." Veronica left and so there you were, standing in front of your school with Jason. "Come on, I'll give you a ride home." He took your hand and, without waiting for an answer, he led you to his bike. 

The ride was silent and comforting. It always was with him. He had the gift of being able to put you at ease whatever you did together. Then suddenly, he stopped. You were at the 7/11. Typical. "Wait here. Cherry?"

"As usual." 

You weren't mad that he didn't want to go to the prom. Really, you weren't. Dating meant that both the partners needed to be happy, and if going made JD sad or uncomfortable, in some way, then you had to come to terms with it. Besides, who said that you couldn't dance alone, on your own? 

Maybe you could go on a date. Planning something special, like a pic-nic or- "y/n?" You turned around when you heard Jason calling you. When you saw him, he was helding a white paper, written in big font: PROM? 

Your eyes widened, not believing what you were reading. You kept staring at him and the paper for at least ten minutes, until he spoke. "I think you need to give me an answer, love." You were speechless. "I don't understand, I thought you said… I thought you… hated it." You stuttered, unsure of what to say. 

He rolled his eyes in a playful way. "Oh trust me, I still do. I think it's a stupid thing to do, and if it was for me I would never go. But I know you do want to." You put on a look to tell him that you didn't, and he was imagining it. But he knew better. "Y/n please, I know you. Going to that ball would make you the happiest you've been in a while. And if in order to make you happy that means I have to sacrifice one night and go dancing in the gym, then so be it." He put down the paper and offered you the slushy he was helding with one hand. 

"So here I am, asking you to come with me in front of the most romantic place I know." You chuckled, and he grinned in response. "Yeah, I'd really like to go to prom with you." He smiled and leaned in to kiss you.  

You happily reciprocated it, more than happy to have someone like JD in your life.

Finally he brought you back home, and when you offered him to come with you he declined. "You probably have a lot of shopping to do anyway." He winked at you, and he was about to leave when you stopped him. "What made you change your mind?" You asked him. He looked at you for a moment, then lifted his hand to caress your cheek.

"I'd literally do anything to make you happy. You always take care of me when I don't even ask for help, when I don't want it. But you don't care, you keep helping me and cover my bruises in the most caring and affectionate ways. Going to Prom is the least I could do for you." You were fluttered at his explanation, and terribly happy that he appreciated it when you helped him after the bad days with his father, when you spent the whole time thinking it annoyed him. 

He smiled and leaned in to kiss your cheek. "Besides, it's really no sacrifice if I do it with you. I'd enjoy even dying, if it was with you." You raised an eyebrow. "I mean, once I would enjoyed that alone too." He chuckled. "But I'm not so sure about that anymore. You finally gave me a reason to stay alive." 

You didn't know what to say and so you just hugged him, hoping he wouldn't reject you knowing he wasn't exactly the hug person. 

"I love you Jason Dean. More than I can express with words." 

You could feel him smile as he hid his face in your neck. 

"Love you with all I have, y/n." 

[catsignora]

" WHERE THEY LIKE TO KISS YOU. "

pairings: ayaka, eula, ganyu, hu tao, keqing, kujou sara, la signora, yoimiya + gn!reader (separate)

warnings: fluff, lots of touch and kisses.

author's note: please comment/reblog if you enjoyed! it helps a ton <3

— AYAKA

ayaka likes to kiss your hand.

she thinks it's a beautiful way to show how much she appreciates you, while also being respectful as your lover. her warm hand will hold your palm gently in hers as she brings it to her lips, eyes closed and cheeks light red.

you find it elegant of her... but you can't deny the fact that it makes you flustered everytime she does it when you enter the kamisato estate. it also doesn't help that thoma is always right behind her, giving you a thumbs-up and a smile.

ayaka always leans her head back after the kiss, both of her hands holding one of yours and returning the smile on your face with her own.

"how was your day, my love?"

— EULA

eula doesn't kiss you often but when she does, it's a passionate kiss on your lips.

she might have a cryo vision, but her kiss makes your whole body warm up and your feet stumble back. her hand always trails up to trace your jawline while her other hand holds your hand or wraps around your waist.

it's very difficult for eula to communicate her love; she doesn't want to show vulnerability in a public space or have her lover as a target for her enemies. however, she loves secret shared kisses between you two behind closed doors.

i also see her as someone who kisses the back of your hand as an apology of some sort, like an unsaid "i'm sorry that i don't have time right now," or even a "goodbye, i'll see you later."

in other words— eula loves to display love to you, just by actions and not words.

— GANYU

ganyu loves to give you a kiss on the forehead.

she enjoys the intimacy of the moment; a peaceful silence between the two of you as you lean into her touch, her lips tenderly meeting your forehead and her hand patting the back of your head and neck.

she also absolutely loves it if you two hug when it happens, she full-on loves your warmth, your cuddles and smiles :)

whether you are an adeptus or a mortal, ganyu still thinks that living in the moment is crucial and tries to spend as much time as she can with you.

...or you two might just be really touch-starved together (LOL)

— HU TAO

hu tao LOVES to kiss you on the tips and the backs of your ears.

she finds it really adorable to tease you and to see your reaction, jolting at the sudden kiss but also melting into her touch when you realize it's just hu tao, your lover.

she loves to hug you from behind, wrapping her arms around your torso and pecking kisses onto your ear and the back/top of your head.

also likes to place kisses all over your face to wake you up, and to feel your ears warm up from the intimate feeling

hu tao's language is physical affection okay 😔

— KEQING

keqing finds it cute to kiss the tip of your nose.

she enjoys cupping your face into the palms of her warm hands, shyly kissing the tip of your nose before hugging you close to her chest.

on days where keqing doesn't have time because of her work, passing by you and giving you a quick peck on the nose is efficient... although she'll definitely blush if you two are in public, but will still do it

entertwining hands before the nose kiss is a definite must for more needed physical contact!

— KUJOU SARA

kujou sara secretly enjoys seeing you flustered when she kisses you on the neck.

she loves it when you jolt with a flushed look, melting into her hold as she wraps her arms around you from behind and kisses your neck. she trails kisses all the way from the bottom back of your neck to your jaw.

she's a bit smug about it too— smirking when all you can do is stammer in return, her hands holding yours as she tickles your neck with her almost rushed kisses.

sometimes kujou sara also kisses your neck from the front, where you two are chest-to-chest and her hands are around your waist. she's stoic on the outside but behind doors, she craves touch from you.

— LA SIGNORA

signora loves (and i mean LOVES) to kiss your collarbone.

you're ticklish there so it makes her satisfyingly proud when you get flustered. she also likes it when you wrap your arms around her neck and brush your fingers gently through her hair, soothing her as she kisses you deeply.

she keeps one hand on your hip to prevent you from getting weak in the knees, her other hand latching onto your shoulder to keep you still as she pecks kisses all over your collarbone.

signora loves this; to breathe in your scent and to hold you close as you do the same. it reminds her that you will always be there for her.

— YOIMIYA

yoimiya likes to kiss your cheek!

you can almost feel and absorb all of the energy radiating off of her. it's so fulfilling as she holds your face tenderly in the palms of her hands, pecking both of your cheeks and cheekbones with a lot of love in each kiss.

it's always a nice moment with the two of you, just giggling in each other's touch as she gives away a generous amount of kisses.

kissing you and getting kissed by her ends up making the both of you definitely happy by the end of the day. it's almost like she shared practically all of her happy energy with you through kisses.

[beefybuckrrito]

Guilty

Andy sees you out unexpectedly and takes you by surprise

Pairing: Alpha!Andy Barber x f!reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, a/b/o dymanics/omegaverse, minor stalking, oral sex (m receiving), p in v unprotected sex, fluff, and a hint of feelings 👀

Author's note: it is here!! A sequel to Ate My Heart with our beloved alpha and sassy omega reader, however this can be read standalone! I'm truly in love with these two and have more in mind for them. Let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs are highly encouraged and help motivate me to write more. Beta'd by the amazing @mjolnir-steve - thank you for letting me bounce a million idea off of you and adding in all of the commas 🤣

Andy threw back his head with laughter, clutching his chest as he tried to catch his breath from one of his coworker’s jokes. Everyone at the firm tried to go out once every quarter to forget about work and just be people together. The table was full of jubilant betas and alphas as they had finished their meals and were onto their second or third drinks. Andy sat back in his chair, swirling the whiskey in his glass and listening to the chatter when someone brushed by his seat. He froze. That scent. Your scent. What were you doing here? He watched as you hurriedly made your way over to a small table where a man was already seated. His brow furrowed as the man stood and pulled the chair out for you, anger beginning to simmer in his chest as he watched you smile at the beta. What were you doing with him?

It had only been a week or so since he had last seen you, had you sobbing on his knot. You had slept together numerous times since you first met. Sure, regularly hooking up didn’t mean you were exclusive, but he really meant what he said about you not being with betas anymore. Or other alphas. Or anyone else for that matter. He thought you knew he meant it, too. He clenched his jaw and pulled out his phone, quickly firing off a text.

Andy 😈: Hey beautiful, what are you up to? 

His eyes remained on you, waiting to see when you would read his message. You appeared to be in deep conversation with the man across the table from you, only stopping when the server arrived with your drinks. He watched as you thanked the server and took a sip from your glass, watched the movement of your throat as you swallowed it. His mouth watered. After what felt like an eternity of Andy shifting his focus between the casual conversation with his colleagues and you engaged with the man, he saw you finally picked your phone up. A smirk pulled at his lips at your wide smile, the faintest hint of brown sugar wafted under his nose in what he recognized as your scent when you were particularly delighted. His phone buzzed a moment later.

'Mega Cutie: Hi handsome ;) Unfortunately I am working. What about you?

He warmly smiled at your reply before his ears perked up to a peal of laughter shared between you and the other man. His fingers gripped his phone tighter. Were you really working? You wouldn’t lie to him, would you? He didn’t like the way the other man was so attentive to you, how he gestured with his hands while speaking and garnering your full attention. He didn’t like you being seen out with someone else.

Andy 😈: Dinner with the firm. No business talk for once.

Andy 😈: Isn't it late for you to be working? I hope the office is quiet. Maybe I'll come visit.. 

He would never admit it, but he was testing the waters. You weren't at work, but you didn't know he knew that. He grew irritated as you continued to intently watch the man in front of you, still deep in your conversation while you both ate. He narrowed his eyes as you quickly typed a reply, not even picking up your phone off the table.

'Mega Cutie: Yeah, it's really boring. Can't wait to be done.

Andy's nostrils flared at your curt reply. You didn't answer him. What were you doing going out with some beta and lying to him about it? You were his whether you knew it or not yet. He was pulled away from his thoughts when fingers snapped in his face.

"Earth to Barber. You good, man? You look like you're gonna kill someone." His colleagues inquisitively looked at him. 

"Sorry, I...Just got a little distracted." Andy cleared his throat and downed the rest of his whiskey. He caught your movement of taking the bill from the server out of the corner of his eye, "Forgot I had plans tomorrow morning so I should probably get going."  He pulled his wallet from his jacket and dropped a few bills on the table as he stood. He bid the table good night with a nod and briskly walked to his car.

His fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he watched the front door of the restaurant. After just a few minutes, you exited with the man. Andy narrowed his eyes taking him in. He was about the same height as him, hair slicked back, and heavy stubble. He didn’t think those glasses were doing him any favors, either. His interest was further piqued when you both awkwardly waved as you departed, pleased that he didn’t have to see you hug or, even worse, kiss another man. He watched your hips sway as you made your way to your car, his phone vibrating a moment later.

'Mega Cutie: Finally headed home! How’s dinner going?

He waited a minute before replying, not wanting to seem too desperate. 

Andy 😈: It’s good. Wishing you were here to keep my lap warm, though.

His reply instantly warmed your skin, and you decided to wait to reply to him when you got home, planning to send him a naughty picture or two to tease him while he was out. It was always fun to play with him, especially as a way to unwind from your seemingly never ending day of meetings. Your teammates had been making the latest project far more difficult than it needed to be with stupid mistakes. They were supposed to take you out for dinner as a ‘thank you’ for saving their asses while discussing the last part of the presentation, but even then, only sweet Dennis showed up because Mike and Jack bailed at the last minute. The two of you had a decent enough time wrapping up the four-person task that you managed to power through together and talked a little smack about your coworkers at the same time, but you were ready to lie down. Pulling out of the parking lot, you failed to notice the black Audi lingering a few cars behind you.

Andy turned the radio off, focused on your direction. Thankfully, you were staying on main roads so it was easy for him to blend in behind you. His heart thrummed against his ribcage. You had yet to invite him to your place, something about you wanting to keep your space free of "alpha stink" as you so affectionately called it. You always went over to his place by the end of a night together, your scent lingering in soft wisps throughout his rooms now. He licked his lips imagining being fully surrounded by your essence, in your private space, a neediness and longing heating his belly and stiffening his cock. He felt addicted to you at this point and needed you to know how badly he wanted to have your scents constantly mingling together. He would need to scent you all over to get any hit of that beta off of your mind. 

You pulled into your designated parking spot and turned your car off, eager to shed your work clothes for yourself and Andy. You paid no attention to the sound of another car pulling in and a person coming up behind you, probably just a neighbor coming in at the same time. You opened the first of the double doors in the entrance, finally looking up to see Andy behind you as you went to hold the door, a soft gasp catching in your throat as the man towered over you.

"Hello, beautiful. Did you have a nice date?" He tried to keep his tone even, not wanting his temper to get the better of him. His nostrils flared as he took your scent in, your usual sweetness off as you also radiated surprise and something else familiar.

"Andy? What the hell are you doing here?" Your brows furrowed as you studied his stoic features. "What are you talking about?"

Anger. The same bitterness that swirled with your regular scent the night he followed you in the club. He knew he shouldn't be here without your invitation, but here he was.

"Don't lie to me, honey. I saw you out with him." He inched closer, walking you against the next door, "I thought I fucked you good enough to not think about anyone else. He did look a little like me so I'll give you that much."

You bit your bottom lip, staring up at the alpha while deciding what to say. At this point you weren’t sure if you should be angry or laugh, "A few things first, Barber. One, I wasn't on a date." You stepped closer to him, "Two, you shouldn't have followed me home." Inching closer, you narrowed your eyes at him, your chests now touching. "And three, it's a little cute when you're jealous." 

Andy's eyes widened briefly, no one had ever called him cute before. He quickly set his jaw and looked down at your smirk, his face and neck heating up at being defied and called out. He leaned down, barely brushing your nose with his, “Oh, I’ll show you cute, ‘mega. Show you what cute sounds you’re going to make when you’re explaining to me what you were doing tonight.”

You tilted your head up, brushing your lips against his for a moment before turning away and unlocking the door to the lobby. “You sound like you’re going to punish me.” You push the door open and peer over your shoulder at him, “When it should really be you, don’t you think? Showing up unannounced and making wild accusations.” You nod your head toward the elevator, wordlessly inviting him in. “How do you plead, Mr. Barber?”

Andy was on you the second his last name fell from your lips, pushing you inside the open elevator doors with his massive body and caging you to the wall with arms on either side of your head. He watched you for a moment, that devious little smirk still holding strong despite the size of your pupils and the honeyed musk of your arousal starting to reach his nose. “Guilty, beautiful.” He grinned down at you, “Guilty of hating to see you out with someone else.” He bumped your cheek with his nose, “Guilty of coming here uninvited.” His breath warmed your neck as his lips skimmed the shell of your ear, “Guilty of wanting you all to myself.”

You did nothing to hide the soft moan his words drew from you. It was a powerful feeling, knowing the alpha wanted you so badly. His admission surprised you, but you were enjoying every second of it. “Thank you for your honesty.” You slipped out from between his arms to push the button for your floor, “But you’re still getting punished for the second count.”

“Well, what’s my sentence?” Andy slid his hands over your hips, much like he did the first night he touched you on the dance floor.

“That is for me to know,” You pushed your hips back, pride swelling in your chest at the feel of his erection against your ass, “And for you to find out.”

-

“Fuck, ‘mega.” Andy's head dropped back as you swallowed around his cock, your throat so wet and inviting. He looked down, watching your cheeks hollow as you repeatedly bobbed your mouth up and down his length, the mix of your saliva and his precum making the fingers you had wrapped around his base glisten. You looked so perfect, your eyes shining up at him under the dim glow of the lights in your bedroom. His fingers twitched, aching to push themselves into your hair and guide your motion, but he remembered what you mumbled into his mouth as you entered your apartment:

“Don’t touch me until I say so. If you do, you have to leave…”

You hummed as you took Andy down your throat again, your tongue reaching for his balls the best it could. Satisfaction and arousal surged through you as he dropped from standing to sitting on the edge of your bed, a slight shake to his legs as you continued to drive him closer to his peak. You loved the way he was staring down at you, slightly slack-jawed. This was the third time you had felt his balls tighten and you released him with a pop, letting him catch his breath for a moment before taking all of him in your mouth again.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Andy growled, fighting the urge to buck his hips up into your mouth. You kept bringing him so close, then taking it away from him. Still lost in your delicious torment, he failed to notice you stand up for a moment, taken by surprise when you shoved his chest to move him further back on the bed. He continued sitting up after he had swung his legs onto the bed, his breath ragged as he watched you climb up beside him.

“Down, boy.” You pushed on his chest again until he laid down. He wasn’t used to taking direction, and the uncertainty on his face made you feel like you were on fire. You peppered kisses and nips across his chest as you swung a leg over his torso, your dripping core sitting just above his belly. You dipped your head down to kiss him, your tongue swirling with his as you slowly dragged your pussy up and down the hardness sandwiched between you two. “Remember, no touching until I say…” Your voice was deeper with desire but teasingly sing-songy nonetheless. Propping yourself up with one hand on his pec, you reach back with your other to lift his cock off his belly and line it up with your entrance. A high whine from you and a low moan from Andy blended together as you slowly sunk yourself down on him, a primal itch of yours getting scratched at feeling so full.

“Fuck, ‘mega. Look at you taking me like that. Your pussy looks so good getting filled up.” Andy watched in awe as you took more and more of him, his fingers curling into the sheets to keep them from settling on your hips. The way your body was still arched put all of you on display for his hungry eyes. Typically Andy liked to be in charge, taking the lead and calling the shots, but something felt so right about your fingers digging into his chest, holding him down. This was the first time you had ridden him and he was sure this was not going to be the last. He pulled his eyes away from your torso and was struck by the way you were staring down at him, your eyes dark and concentration knitting your brows. 

You rocked your hips slowly at first, allowing both of you to adjust to each other, but now you had settled into a filthy grind. The way Andy was looking up at you was simply sinful and you could feel your wetness coating your inner thighs and his balls. Your nails left marks on his skin as you started to change the pace, picking your hips up until just his tip sat in you before quickly sitting yourself back down again, earning moans from both of you. “You like that, alpha? Like me using you to fuck myself? It feels so good. You feel so good.” You avoided calling him by his designation, only ever teasing, but this was different and felt so right.

Hearing you call him ‘alpha” sent a jolt down Andy’s spine that went right to his cock. He growled and throbbed inside you, thinking about claiming you for his own. He opened and closed his fists in the sheets, wanting so badly to touch you and feel you on top of him, but he was trying to behave. 

Andy's actions didn’t go unnoticed and you lowly chuckled as another moan poured from you. “Are you getting desperate to touch me? I’ll let you soon, I promise.” You lowered your head to nip at the shell of his ear, “But I do like being in charge of you.” You sat up again and started to bounce yourself on his cock, your head dropping back at the sensation of being perfectly filled repeatedly. You were playing with a lot of fire and you were enjoying it thoroughly. You reveled in having such a strong alpha who could easily flip you and take charge under your body, following your silly little rule that ended up punishing you both. You craved feeling his warm hands all over your skin. “Go ahead, Andy. Please touch me.”

In an instant, Andy was running his hands all over you, feeling your soft skin beneath his palms and fingertips. He loved seeing the way his touch made you further come alive, a greater desire seeming to burn in your eyes. He gripped your hip with one hand, now allowing himself to plant his feet on the bed and thrust up into you, and let his other hand slide up your body to cup the back of your neck, his thumb grazing your scent gland. The way your head instinctively rolled back to bear your neck to him made a low growl rumble in his chest. He wouldn’t mark you without your permission, but damn, was it tempting. He gently pulled you down to him, placing a sloppy kiss to your lips and trailing more down your jaw and neck, eventually laving his tongue all over your gland. He shushed your whine of protest, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your neck as he lapped at your skin and sucked marks all around the spot you wanted most. 

You cried out as you felt his mouth graze over where your hindbrain so desperately wanted him to bite down, your pussy clenching down on him, causing you to let out another whine while Andy continued to pound into you. His teasing had brought you so close, your breath was ragged as you slammed your hips down against his. “So good. My alpha knows how to make me feel so good.” Two more thrusts from Andy and you were coming, pulsing around him as you frantically ground down onto him. 

You may not have registered the slip of your tongue, but Andy did and it took everything for him to see you through your orgasm and not come on the spot. He loved watching you come apart - your eyes rolling back, your lashes fluttering as your eyelids became droopy, the gentle ‘o’ your mouth made as your chest heaved. He wanted to see it over and over again. “‘Mega, you’re perfect for me. Oh, fuck, I-” Andy’s knot caught on your still quivering entrance and he gripped your hips tightly as he spilled inside of you, earning him watching you keen from the sensation before you collapsed on his chest.

Andy woke with the slightest start, realizing you were still on top of him. You both must have dozed off. He gently smoothed his hand over your hair on the back of your head, cradling you to him. He could get used to this, more than a few nights a week. Your soft exhales across his skin made his chest tighten in the best way possible. His knot had gone down so he slipped out of you, chuckling as you whined and stirred above him. "All tuckered out from playing with your alpha, hm?" 

You lifted your head and grinned at him. "Yes, but there's nothing more I'd rather be doing." You wiggled your hips and threw him a playful wink, already missing the feeling of him inside you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you intentionally didn't correct him and the smile that spread across Andy's face told you he noticed. "A perfect way to end the night after dinner with one of my teammates."

Andy's eyes widened at your words, realization hitting him and his cheeks turned pink. You weren't on a date after all.

You giggled at the look on his face and you kissed his nose, "Maybe I should do it more often just to rile you up."

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