#I’m trying to enjoy it but even laying down rn my neck is like killing me and I’m also so mad that I’m not gonna get to lay down until after

[amanda-ammamnda-amndada-admadna]

I hate that it’s 6:30am rn and this is the last time I’m going to be able to lay down until like 9pm

[jungwonenthusiast]

hard dom sunghoon, prompt #10 and 11 w/ female reader (btw i liked the jay one😳)

A/N: sorry this is late i’m having exams rn, i hope u enjoy :) (i’m glad u liked the jay one <3)

Warnings: oral (f recieving), fingering (f recieving), unprotected sex, degradation

Word count: 2k

“Go go go go!” Jake yelps at you to run away from the zombie.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you try to sprint away but you only have three hearts. “I’m gonna die.”

“No you’ll lose all your shit, try to get home.” he says while killing some cows to get you guys food.

“I have one heart.” you say, still trying to get home before you die.

“Come on you can do it, you have to you have like twenty diamonds.” he says.

And right when you’re at half a heart, you make it home and immediately chomp down on some beef.

“Let’s goooo!” Jake celebrates. “Gimme some diamonds.”

“I earned these,” you say and he rolls his eyes.

“Sharing is caring.” he argues.

You feel a hand on your lower back and you turn to see who it is.

“Are you done yet?” your boyfriend asks.

“Maybe in an hour.” you say.

He groans. “You guys have been at his hell game all day.”

“I know I know,” you turn back to the tv screen. “I’m almost done I promise.”

The sun is setting when you and Jake finish your Minecraft adventure. You head up to Sunghoon’s room to find him laying in bed and watching something on his laptop. You lay down next to him and try to snuggle up to him but he gives you no response. Sunghoon could be stoic at times but he was such a sweetheart behind doors, so this was odd of him.

“What’s up darling?” you ask him, resting your head on his chest.

He shrugs, not making eye contact with you.

“Baby~” you peck his jaw. “What’s wrong.”

“Nothing.” he says bluntly. He could be like a teenage girl sometimes.

You push the laptop off his lap and straddle him. You hold his face in your hands. “Why are you upset?”

He tries to pull away from you but you keep him in place.

“Come on, spit it out.” you say.

“I don’t know, I feel like you’ve been hanging out with Jake a lot these days.” he says quietly.

You ponder on that for a moment. Oh.

“I’m sorry Sunghoon-ah, I don’t mean to.” you apologize but you can tell that he’s still upset.

“You don’t like him or anything do you?” he asks and your face twists.

“No, of course not.” you say confidently. “I’m sorry that I’ve been with him so often, forgive me?” you kiss his cheek.

He shakes his head, pursing his lips. You can tell that he’s trying not to smile.

“Please?” you kiss his other cheek, then every bit of his face you can reach.

He giggles a bit and you smile.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tight. “I’m sorry for neglecting you.”

He laughs and pats your back. “I don’t forgive you all the way though.”

You pull away and give him a questioning look.

“You need to do one more thing for me.” he says with a smug smile.

“What is it?” you ask hesitantly.

He fastens an arm around your waist and gently lays you down onto the bed.

“Oh,” you say quietly and he smirks.

He kisses you softly as your hands find his back. You open your mouth, inviting his tongue.

He holds your jaw and pushes it up to get access to your neck. Small moans escape your mouth as he plants messy kisses all over your throat and down to your collarbones. He pushes your hoodie up and he's delighted to see that you aren’t wearing a bra.

“So pretty.” he says before kissing your chest. You stroke his hair as he runs his tongue over your nipples.

He pulls up to kiss you again as he pushes his knee between your legs.

You gasp a bit at the sudden pressure.

He kisses you while keeping a hand on your hip to guide your rocking against him.

“Already needy?” he teases and you nod. He slaps your cheek lightly. “Use your words.”

“Yes.” you squeak. You can feel the wetness pooling in your underwear.

“Jake doesn’t get you like this does he?” he softly bites at your neck.

You shake your head vigorously.

“Atta girl.” he smiles. “Look at you, grinding on my thigh like a little slut. Are you really that desperate?”

“Yeah, I need you.” you look him in the eyes. He’s gorgeous in a timeless way, like a vampire.

“How bad?” he asks.

“So bad, please I want it.” you plead.

He kisses your forehead before sliding your shorts off. He gently touches you over your underwear and sighs. “I can already feel how wet you are.” he smirks. “Did I get you worked up like this.”

You nod but your knees knock together out of embarrassment. No matter how many times you guys fuck, you can’t help but get a little shy.

He tsks you. “Enough of that, I want to see you.”

He lowers his head to kiss your thighs while keeping searing eye contact with you.

Your legs are already trembling by the time he gets to your underwear.

He kisses your clothed clit and you jolt.

He chuckles and holds your hips down. “Patience my love.”

Your whole body is tense and you’re so pent up that it hurts.

He bites at your thigh before pulling your underwear to the side. “Such a pretty cunt.”

He gives you a few kitten licks before delving in and rolling his tongue over your clit. Your thighs threaten to shut but he keeps you spread open.

Your body almost shuts down from the sudden burst of pleasure and you grab on tight to the duvet.

“Oh my god,” you whine, your breath heaving. You roll your hips against his tongue and you feel him smile.

He slowly pushes an elegant finger into you and you whimper.

“More please.” you ask him and he graciously abides, pushing another one into you.

Just the slightest curl of his fingers has your back arching.

“You taste so good.” He comes up to give you a kiss while still sliding his fingers in and out of you.

You hold his forearm tight as he looks you dead in the eye.

Sunghoon was usually pretty non confrontational, but that all changes during times like this.

“You’re so beautiful.” he kisses your neck as you writhe and whine under him.

You cover your mouth with a hand to mask your sounds but he pulls it away. “Stop that, you sound so pretty.”

“What if Jake hears?” you ask lowly. His bedroom is right next to Sunghoon’s.

He smirks. “What if I want him to?”

Your eyes widen and he chuckles. Your embarrassment is overcome by pleasure as his fingers pump into you.

“Fuck don’t stop.” you whimper and he leans down to kiss your chest.

“You’re doing so good angel.” he says and his praise only makes you wetter.

Your legs begin to quiver, letting him know that you’re close.

“Cum for me doll,” he kisses your jaw. “Make me proud.”

You hold onto him as your orgasm strikes you like lightning. Your moans definitely tear through the walls but you don’t seem to care anymore. He plants kisses all over you as your body continues to shake and twitch.

“That’s my girl.” he whispers while caressing your face. He holds his fingers up to your lips and you take them into your mouth, tasting yourself.

You kiss him slowly, still trying coming down from your high when he unzips his jeans.

He tugs his hoodie over his head and chucks it on the floor before teasing you clit with his tip.

You jolt from the sudden stimulation but he holds your hips down. He continues to tease you while sucking hickies onto your neck and chest.

“Fuck me already.” you say demand. He just smirks. “Maybe if you beg.”

You didn’t even care anymore. He took over your pride and ego.

“Please? Please I need you inside of me.” you hold his face, trying your best to convince him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Sunghoon, I need it so bad.” you give him puppy eyes and he smiles.

“Good slut.” he says before slowly pushing into you.

You moan as he fills you up just right.

“My precious girl, taking this cock so well.” he coos as you whimper and cling onto him from the overstimulation.

He groans into your neck. “So fucking wet.”

He starts to rhythmically thrust into you, hitting your g spot every time.

You hold onto his waist and watch his cock disappear inside of you. You’re practically gushing at his point.

“You feel so good,” you moan and he smirks.

He holds onto the headboard as he continues to grind his cock into you. “Touch yourself.”

Your eyes widen. “W-what?”

“You heard me, I want to watch you.” he says and you can’t help but look away. He grabs your jaw. “Eyes on me doll.”

You nod and trail your fingers to your clit, feeling nervous under his hot gaze. Your juices keep your fingers slick and your eyes nearly roll back when you circle yourself.

You hear him chuckle lowly. “You look so pretty when you’re fucked out like this. Such a needy sex toy.”

You feel your cheeks heat up from his naughty words.

“Isn’t that all you are?” he leans down to kiss your neck. “Just a pretty thing here to please me.”

“Yeah,” you exhale. “I just wanna be good for you.”

He smiles smugly and kisses your chest, pinching your nipples while he’s at it.

Your legs begin to quiver as he continues to pound into you. You dig your nails into his back, leaving pink streaks that he’ll probably show off to the boys later.

“Fuck please keep going.” you say desperately, your stomach clenching from the overwhelming pleasure.

Your fingers on your clit get shaky so Sunghoon replaces them with his.

“Cum for me darling,” he kisses your jaw.

You try to focus on him; his alluring eyes, perfectly sloped nose, and pretty pink mouth; his sharp shoulders, lean torso, and slim hips; everything about him.

You hold onto him tight as a hot golden fire shoots through you from your hips all the way up to your chest.

“Good girl~” he purs into your neck before releasing into you with a sultry moan.

He stays inside of you for a moment, petting your hair and kissing your forehead as your breathing goes back to normal.

He pulls out and watches his cum drip out of you. “So pretty.” he says to himself.

He kisses you from your lower stomach up to your lips. “You did so good.”

“Are you still mad?” you ask timidly and he chuckles.

“No, and I never really was, I just like teasing you.” he admits and you roll your eyes.

“I hate you sometimes.” you say.

“Why? You got a good time out of it right?” he smiles, flashing one of his sharp canines.

“I suppose.” you joke and he shoves your shoulder.

“Hold tight, I’m gonna go start a bath.” he gets up and looks back at you. “Maybe we can have a little more fun there too.”

[1-800-gaygentsofshield]

you + me = ? | n.r.

summary: after the war you and Natasha settle down, deciding to start a family in your cozy little home. The problem is though, how many times can hope be ignited before it fully burns out?

warnings: (trying to get pregnant) reader, canon/sterile Nat, swearing, Nat and you cry, post-endgame, sprinkle of angst with a very fluffy ending

word count: 4,016

im having baby fever rn im so sorry

-flashback, pre-endgame-

"I wanna have a family." Your voice is barely above a whisper as you both look up at the night sky, laying in the garden atop the Avengers compound. "What?" Nat asks softly, breaking out of her trance as she looks at you. You're laying on her chest and her arm is wrapped your back, Nat's other arm folded up behind her head.

"I wanna have a family, with you." You repeat yourself, making eye contact with your girlfriend as her brows furrow. "Y/n.." Nat's voice is hesitant and panic floods your chest, your eyes widening as you move to sit up. "Oh my god I'm so sorry, that was so quick-" You apologize quickly as you avoid Natasha's gaze, the redhead sitting up with you.

You've dated Natasha for two years but everything has been slow, knowing how the assassin will close herself off if you try and move too fast (emotion wise).

"Hey Y/n no." Nat says softly as she looks at your side profile, a soft frown forming on her face as she sees you. "That's not the reason why." She says as she gently turns your head to face her, fingertips delicately grabbing your chin. "I do want to have a family with you, moya lyubov'..it's just that I can't." Nat whispers and you finally lock eyes with her, seeing the pain and sadness on her face. "What do you mean?' You ask carefully and she sighs, waiting a beat before deciding to tell you. "In the Red Room me and all of my other group mates were sterilized..it was like a sick graduation ceremony that prevented us from having a family of our own." She tells you and hurt immediately grips at your heart, seeing Nat avert her gaze for a moment.

"Why?" You question and she purses her lips together, one of your hands rubbing her knee gently. "So we would never have any distraction from our mission..so that our only purpose in life was to kill and be used as a weapon." Disgust drips from Nat's voice at the last part, your soft hands on her wrist bringing her back to reality. "Im so sorry Nat, I shouldn't have anything I didn't know-" You start to apologize again but Nat stops you with a soft shake of her head, a bittersweet smile on her face. "Don't apologize, Y/n. I'm the one who should be sorry for not being able to give you the family that you deserve." She says and now it's your turn to shake your head, grabbing Nat's hands and caressing them gently. "Its alright baby." You smile gently before an idea pops into your head, your eyes lighting up and Nat gives you a look of curiosity.

"Besides.." You start, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "If you really..truly..wanted a family with me, there could still be other options. Like adopting or getting a surrogate..or I could get pregnant instead." You suggest and Natasha's eyes light up like the stars in the night sky, a small laugh escaping your lips as you see the excitement on her face.

"Really?! You'd do that?" She asks and you nod your head, giving your girlfriend a soft kiss before laughing. "Mmhm, but you'd have to put a ring on it first, Miss Romanoff." You giggle and Nat wraps her arms around you again, both of you laying back down on the blanket. "Im planning to, future Mrs.Romanoff."

-present day, post-endgame-

You nervously pace around the bathroom as you wait for the three minutes to be up, Natasha sitting on the edge of the bathtub and observing you walk back and forth. The pregnancy test is laying by the sink and you can’t help but glance at it every few seconds, not having felt this nervous since battling Thanos and his army. You’ve faced gods, powerful Titans, super soldiers, but you’re sure this the most nerve wracking thing you’ve ever had to do. Once the timer on Natasha’s phone goes off, you practically jump towards the sink, Natasha leaning forward a bit more on the bathtub. Picking up the white and pink pregnancy test, you nervously turn it over in your hands, eyes scanning the small window for the results.

Natasha doesn’t even have to ask for the results when she sees your shoulders slump and your face drop, quickly getting up from the bathtub to wrap you up in her arms. Hugging you from behind, she can see the negative test in your hands, gently kissing your cheek when you don’t say anything. “It’s okay baby, we can try again.” She says softly and you shake your head, slowly placing the test down and closing your eyes.

“Nat, what if somethings wrong with me?” You whisper and her arms hug you closer, tears pooling under your eyelids in frustration. “Nothing is wrong with you malysh.” Natasha reassures you and you turn in her arms, releasing a shaky breath as you press your face into her neck. “Three times Nat..three fucking times..” You sigh and she only holds you closer, knowing how much hope the both of you had for this one. “I know, I know.” Nat hums softly as she rocks the two of you back and forth gently, feeling the hope starting to dwindle from you. “What if we just weren’t meant to have a biological children? What if we weren’t meant to have lives after the war?” You question out loud and Natasha pulls back, gently tilting your chin up so you can look her in the eyes. “Hey no, don’t say that. We were meant to have a family Y/n, biological or not.” Nat takes a pause to brush some hair out of your face.

“Let’s try one more time, okay? And if that doesn’t work then we can look into other options.” She continues and you think for a moment, not knowing if you could go through the hope and pain again. “Okay.” You whisper softly and Nat nods her head. “Okay.” She echos you before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, pulling you back in for a hug.

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Nat’s leg is bouncing up and down as she watches the timer tick down, only ten more seconds before you can check. This is the last try, all or nothing. You’re too anxious to pace this time, instead opting to sit next to Natasha and leaning into her as you watch her leg bounce. “You know..whatever happens, I love you.” Nat says softly when she sees you blankly stare at her knee, lost in thought about what’s going to happen. “I love you too.” You reply equally as soft as you look up at your wife, grabbing her hand and intertwining them slowly.

Leaning into each other, you both share a soft kiss, love shining through the small interaction. You both only pull away when the timer dings, Natasha rubbing your back as you sigh and get up. It feels like time slows down as you walk towards the sink, heart pounding in your chest as you reach out to grab the test. The bathroom is silent as you pick it up and flip it over, looking at the little window for the results. You’re silent as you look at the results, body frozen in place as you stare at the test. Natasha’s brows furrow and she gets up, sighing as she rubs her temples.

“Baby I’m so sorry-” “It’s positive.” You interrupt Nat midway through her sentence, your voice in disbelief as you see those two pink lines. “What?” Natasha asks, unsure if she heard you right. “It’s positive.” You repeat as you turn to face her, pregnancy test in hand as you smile from ear to ear. “You’re pregnant?” Natasha asks, almost in disbelief as she stares at you. “I’m pregnant.” You nod your head and Natasha immediately sweeps you up in her arms, hugging you right and picking you up from the ground. “Holy shit! We’re gonna have a baby!” Nat laughs as she spins you around, joyful giggles falling from your lips as you cling onto your wife.

“Oh my god we’re gonna have a baby.” Nat breathes out as she comes to a stop, quickly putting you down once the realization hits her brain. “Shit, you’re pregnant we need to be careful.” She says and you only laugh, pulling her down a bit to kiss her. “You don’t need to be that a careful dummy, but yes..I’m pregnant.”

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“Tony gave us an iron man onesie.” You laugh as you hold up the tiny piece of clothing, Natasha grinning as she watches you. Even though the announcement was made a week ago, the gifts have been steadily pouring in, Tony insisting that he pays for the majority of the things that are needed for the new arrival.

He paid for the crib, the high chair, the car seat, most of the nursery, and all the bottles and toys a newborn could ask for. Pepper had a huge part in it too, having experience since bringing Morgan into the world. “That man is self centered.” Natasha laughs as she walks over to where you’re sitting, her heart full of love as she kneels down next to you.

“Mmhm.” You hum in agreement as you fold the article of clothing away, Natasha handing you the next gift. You’re about sixteen weeks along and you’re already showing, a small baby bump forming from your midsection. You both decided to wait until the second trimester to tell the rest of the team, wanting to enjoy the first few months in peace.

Natasha watches you wordlessly as you open a gift from Steve, a smile tugging on her lips as she sees the captain america pacifier. “I love you so much.” She blurts out randomly and your head turns to face her, a smile on your face as you gently kiss her.

“You’ve gone soft Romanoff.” You tease and she only laughs, gently kissing you again. “I blame you, you’ve made me domestic.” She grins and you roll your eyes, placing the gift to the side.

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As the pregnancy goes along, you start to notice Natasha’s lack of touch, the redhead only going as far as running her hands through your hair or holding your shoulders. You have no idea what has gotten into her and you're determined to investigate, missing the way Natasha used to spoon and cuddle you all day.

Your questions were finally answered when one day you and Natasha were watching TV in bed, the redhead's arm slung around your shoulder as you lean into her. When the commercial break finally came on, you turned your head to look at your wife, curiosity written all over your face. "Why don't you cuddle me anymore, Nat?" You ask softly and she looks at you with confusion, lowering down the volume on the TV. "What do you mean? I cuddle you all the time baby." She says and you shake your head, reaching up and gently toying with her hair.

"Ever since I've gotten pregnant you've treated me like I could break at any moment, what are you so afraid of?" You question and Natasha sighs, glancing at her lap for a moment before answering. "With these hands I've done some awful things Y/n..things too horrific to say out loud. I feel like if I touch you or the baby I'll just ruin it, or hurt you..like everything else in my life." Nat confesses softly and your heart melts at how scared your wife is, knowing how much she's struggled with her past and with the red in her ledger. "Natasha Romanoff." You whisper, gently grabbing her hands to put them in between the two of you. "You are the kindest," You start, gently kissing her knuckle. "Most caring." another kiss, "Most selfless" another kiss, "Person I've ever met" another kiss. "And I know, with my whole heart and soul, you would never do anything to hurt me or the baby." You look up at her and gently rub your knuckles over the back of her hands. "So please stop acting like you will. These are the hands that I love, the hands that will raise our child, they're strong and secure, so stop thinking otherwise." You finish as you wordlessly move both your hands towards your belly, gently placing Natasha's hands over the bump.

The redhead is stunned as your hands rest over hers, the baby suddenly kicking. A wide smile spreads across your face as you both look down at your belly, the baby never having kicked before. "That was the first time they've ever kicked." You inform Natasha and you could see her still processing that fact. "That's our baby?" She asks softly and you laugh, nodding your head. "Mmhm, that's our baby. They recognized their mama." You say fondly as the baby kicks again, Natasha's heart bursting with warmth as she looks at you.

Slowly, Natasha moves to lay down on the bed, resting her head right beside your bump and holding it gently. "Hi malen'kiy golub'." She whispers softly, your hand coming down to gently play with her hair. You smile as you watch Natasha gently cuddle with your bump, knowing without a doubt that she's going to be a great mother.

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Placing the stuffed animals down on the table, you turn to look at Natasha, a giggle coming from your lips as you walk over to her. "What?" Nat grins as she turns to face you, putting the paintbrush down to the side.

"You're a mess." You laugh as you rub some pastel green paint from her cheek, both of you deciding that the nursery would be painted a light grey with a pastel green accent wall. "I'm still hot though." She teases and you only roll your eyes, cupping her face as you gently kiss her.

"Yeah yeah you're always hot." You laugh and Natasha looks around the room, grinning at the stack of Avenger's themed stuffed animals your team gave you. "They're all trying to be known as the cool uncle aren't they?" She asks softly and you nod your head, knowing that whatever Avenger your child takes after will forever have that bragging right.

"Let them have their fun, they're happy for us." You smile and Nat only sighs, shaking her head with a small smile on her face.

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You feel like Natasha was more anxious than you when you went into labour, your water breaking in the middle of the night. There wasn't any dramatic screaming or freaking out, you just calmly pushed the sheet back and let out a soft "huh" as you saw the damp bedsheets.

"Oh, okay we're doing this." You say before turning on the light, acting like it was any other day as you gently shake Natasha awake. "Nat, baby wake up." You whisper softly as Natasha stirs, squinting at the light once her eyes opened. "Y/n? What's wrong?" Nat mumbles sleepily as she rubs the sleep from her eyes, seeing you in a sitting up position.

"My water broke." You say and it takes a second for the words to process in Natasha's brain, the redhead suddenly sitting up and fully awake. "What? Okay okay it's happening. It's happening." Nat says as she pushes the sheets off herself, her mind immediately going to all the books she's read over the past nine months. You've already packed your hospital bags a few weeks in advance so you aren't too stressed about it, only needing to change and grab a few extra things. Natasha, on the other hand, is working on full overdrive, pulling on sweatpants and making sure everything is in order.

"Natasha, baby." You say as you gently grab her arm, needing your wife to slow down if you're going to survive the next few days. "You need to calm down my love." You say softly as you hold onto her shoulders, making the redhead look at you and take a few deep breaths. "Okay..okay. I'm sorry. I'm just nervous." Natasha admits and you nod your head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"It's okay to be nervous Nat, you just need so slow down. We haven't even gotten to the hospital yet." You laugh softly and she nods her head, waiting a few more moments before stepping back slowly. "Okay, let's have a baby."

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Your head is resting back against Natasha's shoulder as she acts like a backrest to you, allowing you to grip onto her hand when your contractions hit. Nat has been nothing but supportive the entire time, humming reassuring words into your ear as the pain washes over your body.

"Fuck." You whimper once another round of contractions end, Natasha's hand coming up to gently push back the sweaty hairs sticking to your forehead. "You're doing amazing baby, I'm so proud of you." She hums and you sigh, closing your eyes as you feel your wife rub your back. It's quiet as you feel Natasha's hands move down to your bump, rubbing your stomach softly as she sighs.

"Come on malen'kiy golub, your mommies are so excited to meet you." Nat coos and you smile into her neck, warmth flooding your chest as you listen to her. "And I know all of your aunties and uncles are excited to meet you too. We're so excited to hug you, and kiss you, and watch you grow." She hums as she rubs small circles on your belly.

"So please come out before your mommy kills me." Both of you laugh and you snuggle more into Natasha's embrace. "You're going to be an amazing mom." You whisper and Nat grins, looking at you with a quirked eyebrow. "Yeah?" She asks and you nod your head. "Yeah..I couldn't have asked for a more amazing wife, best friend, and now..a mother to our daughter." You hum and Nat blushes, kissing you gently.

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Your eyebrows furrow as you grip onto Natasha’s hand, pain coursing through your body as you deliver the baby. “You’re doing amazing y/n, almost there.” Nat says as you practically crush her hand, hiding the pain in her face as she watches you. "Congratulations, it's a healthy baby girl." The doctor announces as the baby's cries fill the room, your chest heaving as you lay back. Nat cuts the umbilical cord ("I've seen worst in Budapest") and they place the baby on your chest, draping a blanket over the two of you to keep you warm.

"Hi baby." You coo as you hold your child close to your chest, Natasha standing next to you with unshed tears in her eyes. You look up at her and sniffle (you're crying so hard at this point) as you see the look of awe on her face, smiling as you gently reach out to grab her hand. Softly placing her hand atop of the baby's blanketed back, she slowly moves her thumb, the child's cries quieting at both of her mother's touch. Nat is speechless as she watches the tiny newborn cling onto your chest, loving the warmth radiating off of your body.

"She's a boob man, just like her mama." Nat whispers and you laugh, that being the first thing that comes to her mind. Your child's hand slowly comes up and wraps her fingers around Natasha's thumb, that being the breaking point for the tears as they finally fall down her cheek.

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"Are you gonna hold her or are you just going to stare at me?" You ask as Natasha watches you and Mila sit on the bed, the two of you now alone with your child. Natasha looks hesitant as she walks over to you, never feeling so nervous as you look up at her.

"You aren't going to break her Nat." You say and Nat's eyebrows furrow, seeing the tiny infant look up at her with Y/c/e. The baby took from both you and Natasha, having scarlet red hair from her and beautiful y/c/e from you. "I just don't know..I mean what if I drop her? What if I do something wrong?" Nat worries her bottom lip between her teeth and you only beckon her to come closer, scooting over so she can sit on the hospital bed.

"You won't Nat, I promise." You reassure her and she slowly sits down on the bed, following your instructions as she places her hands out. Gently transferring the baby into her arms, you smile as Mila looks up at her mama, letting out a soft "gah". "See? She loves you already." You hum as you rub Mila's hair gently, seeing the love on Natasha's face. "Hi Mila." Nat breathes out as you rest your head on her shoulder, watching your wife interact with the baby. The tears return to Natasha's eyes as the newborn looks up at her, her emotions going everywhere as she processes that this is her child, her little bundle of joy that she gets the privilege of sharing with you. "Thank you." Nat whispers out as she looks at you, a smile on her face as she sniffles.

"For what?" You question and she only kisses you softly, smile still on her face as she pulls away. "For giving me another reason to live for." She whispers and her statement covers a wide range, thank you for being her wife, thank you for giving her a chance, thank you for her daughter, thank you for giving her the family she's always wanted, just thank you.

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Mila's cries ring out through your room and pierce your eardrums, rousing you and Nat from your slumber.

"Mm, I've got it." You sleepily mumble out of instinct as you start to get up, now used to getting woken up in the dead of night.

Mila still doesn't have a sleep schedule since she's a newborn so sometime's she'll sleep for a few hours and other times only for ten minutes.

This time around though, you get gently pushed back onto the bed by Natasha, feeling a comforting kiss placed on your temple as your wife gets up. "I've got it, moya lyubov'." She whispers and you don't have enough energy to resist, watching as Nat walks over to the bassinet. "Hi malen'kiy golub, you have a healthy set of lungs don't you?" Nat mumbles sleepily as she pulls the newborn from the crib, cradling the baby to her chest and gently rocking her back and forth. "Yeah I know, it's okay baby. It's okay, mama's got you." She hums as the baby's cries slowly die down, you still sitting on the bed as you watch your wife in awe. "Your mommies need their sleep huh little one, that sounds nice doesn't it." Nat yawns and you cant help but smile.

"But don't worry, every time you wake up we'll be here okay? We'll love you and hug you each time you cry. And I'm gonna protect you, malen'kiy golub. I won't let anything happen to you or your mommy, I promise." Natasha coos as she continues to rock Mila, not noticing how you're wide awake now. It's a soft, quiet vow, spoken in the dead of night, that Natasha will protect her family with everything she has in her..and it makes you fall more in love with her, if that's even possible.

Getting up, you make your way over to your wife, gently placing your hands on her shoulders to notify her of your presence. She knew you were coming as soon as she heard the bedsheets rustle, even in her tired state she was looking out for the two of you. "Hi." Nat greets you softly and you only hum, a tired smile on your face as you rest your head on her shoulder. Your hand comes up and is gently placed on Mila's back, rubbing soft circles on her onesie. Natasha's heart swells as she looks at her small family, smiling when you kiss her cheek. "I love you." You whisper before looking down at your daughter. "And I love you too." You hum, gently kissing her fiery red hair. Nat kisses your temple gently and closes her eyes, finally at peace with her daughter in her arms and you at her side.

[drakenology]

Don’t Ignore Horny Daichi - Daichi Sawamura

author’s note: hehehe... so I’m officially a Daichi fucker yall.. his fine ass. im on my ✨period✨ so im extra thirsty rn. enjoy!

summary: daichi’s horny but you’re preoccupied with something sooo..

warnings: smut, cunnilingus, pure love making, established relationship.

Today was a lazy Sunday. Daichi was out at practice and you were in his apartment chilling like a villain, lounging around in his hoodie and some shorts while playing his playstation.

You had no clue what you were doing, pressing all the wrong buttons and definitely ruining his stats, but who cares? You were bored and your boyfriend wasn’t home so what’s a girl to do?

You sigh and put the controller down and grab your phone to text him.

“Daichiiii 🥺” you text, throwing your phone somewhere while you continue the game. 20 minutes go by and he texts you back.

“I know, babe. We’re wrapping up now, I’ll be home in thirty.” He said, so readily aware that you were going to say something about missing him. You sigh and pout, grabbing the controller to continue to play the game.

Even though the game you were playing was really hard, it was kind of fun. It was some first person shooter Daichi and the boys would play, him shouting call outs over the voices of everyone else in the middle of the night and waking you up in the process. What was it called, call of duty or something? Either way, you were starting to get the hang of the game and you were dominating the lobby right now.

A bit of time passed and you heard the door of Daichi’s room open, your tall boyfriend throwing his gym bag next to his closet as he sighed.

“I’m home, babe.” He grinned, kissing you on the cheek. You smile at him and turn your attention back to the game and welcomed him home.

“Call of Duty? Since when did you game?” Daichi asked, looking at the T.V in confusion.

“I was bored but now I kinda like it. I see why you play this so mu- Oh come on!” You shout after being killed. Daichi giggled and kissed your forehead, saying something about getting in the shower before getting in bed with you. You nod, half hearing what he said as you continued the game.

Daichi got undressed and grabbed a towel, walking into the bathroom of his room and closing the door. You hardly notice him get naked in front of you as you completely demolish everyone in the lobby, laughing maniacally as you get last kill.

A few minutes go by and Daichi comes out of the bathroom, his hair wet and sticking to his forehead. His muscular body was glistening wet, practically dripping onto the floor as his towel hung lazily on his hips. You stare at him as you wait on a loading screen, causing him to let out a low chuckle.

“Enjoying the peep show?” He teased, taking his towel off to dry himself. You pick your jaw up and turn back to the game and start playing again, ignoring Daichi getting changed directly in your peripheral vision.

“Fuck sake!” You cuss, getting destroyed by an absolute douchebag of a player. Daichi sits on the bed next to you, laying his head on your thighs as he caressed them.

“Been thinking about you all day, baby.” He hums, taking in your scent as he played with the hem of your shorts. You bit your lip, unable to take your eyes off the screen as you lay back a little in bed.

Your attention was so focused on the game you didn’t even hear him say he was horny, something about him getting hard at practice and having to go to the bathroom and adjust his shorts to hide his raging hard-on.

“You suck at this, you know?” Daichi teased, hoping that would at least get you to look at him but no dice. You kept playing, unaware of your boyfriends blatant requests for sex.

Daichi sighed and sat up, staring down at you on the bed as you shift your eyes a little to look at him as he got up, unsure why he moved away from his position.

Daichi crawled on top of you and started kissing your neck, you letting out a small gasp as he expertly found your favorite spot and nibbled a little. You shuffle in bed, eyes still trying to look at the game and play as he kissed and sucked on your neck.

You’re slowly getting turned on as Daichi grabbed you and kissed you with such feral hunger, pausing the game as you throw the controller onto the floor and run your fingers through his hair.

“Oh don’t stop playing now, Y/N.” Daichi said, sarcasm coating his tongue, pulling his hoodie off of you. You say nothing, blinking at him dumbly after the sloppy neck kisses he gave you.

Daichi went down and grabbed your breast, taking the other in his mouth as he licked and sucked on your exposed nipple, drawing soft moans from your throat.

“Go on, baby. Finish your game. Don’t mind me.” He said smirking, continuing his work on your breasts. The pit of your stomach was fluttering, the spot between your legs gettign wetter with each lick on your nipples.

Your focus on the game became hazy, running around aimlessly as players kill you easily. Your breathy moans fill the room as Daichi trailed kisses down to the waistband of your shorts, pulling them and your panties off expertly as he gathered your slick on the tips of fingers.

You arch your back, struggling to even get a single kill as Daichi slurped on your pussy, growling into you as your legs quiver and close in on the sides of his head. He chuckled, shoving two fingers inside as he fingered you and devored you at the same time drawing long drawn out moans from your lips.

You’re AFK at this point, players getting a free kill off your stilled character as Daichi devoured your aching pussy.

“Daichiiiii-hah! I-I can’t take a-anymore.~” you whine, at this point not even playing the game. You want to touch him, ruffle your fingers into his hair or something but he insists that you keep playing.

Your eyes could hardly stay open, your whole body convulsing as Daichi makes his assault on your clit with his mouth, his fingers hooking to poke at that spot you love. He laughed as he listened to you whine and get killed in game, you’re so fucked out that you can hardly focus on what’s in front of you.

The pit of your stomach formed a knot raring to snap in seconds, your face pulling into a lewd look as you pant and moan loudly into Daichi’s room. Finally you’re pushed over the edge, a raspy moan leaving your mouth as Daichi licked you for all you had. Before pulling away, he licked up your thigh, looking you in the eye as he smirked at your cute exhausted face.

You squirm, watching limply as Daichi sat up to pull down his sweatpants and boxers.

“You ready, baby? I can’t wait to be inside you.” He huffed, revealing his hard dick as it slapped against his stomach. You nod, spreading your legs open wider for him like a good girl should.

Daichi grabs the controller off the floor; since you dropped it while you were screaming his name, and handed it to you, telling you to keep playing.

“Don’t drop the controller no matter what, understand baby?” He coos, inching himself inside you slowly as you gasp as the stretch of his entrance.

You’re still sensitive from being eaten out, wet and ready for him as he slips deeper inside you. And here you are, desperately attempting to play Call or Duty while your boyfriend rearranged your guts in an agonizingly slow pace. You let out little whimpers with each rut of Daichi’s hips, clenching onto the controller as you just stare at the screen. Your eyes roll back, panting as he started to pick up some speed.

“D-D-Daiichii, f-fuck!” You squeal, earning a low chuckle from Daichi as he pinned your legs down on the bed, your feet above your head now. He obviously didn’t care if you paid any attention to the game now as he fucked you so hard it was impossible to focus on anything else but Daichi’s dick kissing your cervix as he rubbed circles on your puffy clit.

“I’m cumming soon, baby. Wait for me, okay?” Daichi cooed, leaning in to give you a wet kiss. You struggle to kiss him back, huffing into his mouth as he fucked you brain-dead.

He’s urging you to cum now, mumbling something to you about how close you are, he can feel you clenching down on him; let go baby he hummed.

That’s the last thing you hear before you’re screaming, your back arching off the bed as Daichi fucked you through your orgasm. Daichi came hot inside you, painting your insides white as he groaned against your neck.

He climbed to the other side of the bed and laid beside you, breathing unevenly from the work he just put in. You’re a fucked out mess, laying limp in your boyfriend’s bed as you turn your head to look at the t.v.

You had been kicked out of the lobby for inactivity, getting a few hate messages from angry teammates but whatever. It was Daichi’s account anyways. You sigh, leaning into his chest as you listen to his heartbeat and cuddle with him.

Cuddling with Daichi after sex was the best part, other than the mind blowing orgasms he’d give you he was always sure to make you feel loved and adored afterwards.

Daichi chuckled weakly and landed a playful pat on your ass, as a “good game” praise.

“That’ll teach you to ignore me.” He said breathily, causing you to bury your face into his chest in embarrassment.

[plush-rabbit]

Intimacy and Vulnerability In A Different Form

Request: Can I please request for some angst with Shigaraki, Hawks and Dabi. Their S/O acts like she enjoy choking but she feels like it’s what she deserve (basically triggering some suicidal/depressive thoughts) so they’ve always thought she liked it until one particularly rough session she started breaking down and begging them to kill her and they found out about her depression. Sorry if this is against the rules, I’m not sure what you don’t write for. But kinda need this in my life rn. Angst+Fluff and aftercare please!!!

Warning: self-harm mentions, suicidal thoughts

A/N: I hope you like it!! Take care of yourself and remember to do the best that you can to take care of yourself and if you can, take your meds!!

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Dabi:

His hands are heavy around your neck, a pressure that makes it harder to breathe and even harder to think anything coherent. His lips are bitter, the taste of alcohol lingering on his tongue and his smile presses itself against you in soft kisses. Dabi hovers above you, and as pleasurable as this all should be- the attention that he gives to you and the words that usually makes your body tremble- it’s only making you sick. The pressure tightens and all that can flash through your mind is the horrible mistakes of your past, every wound left open and salt poured on it as his words reach your ears. You aren’t sure what makes this night different compared to the others but your own hands are placed above his, your eyes squeezed tight as you press your hands down on his.

At first, he thinks nothing of it, believing it to just be you simply telling him that you want more pressure but as you continue, your face burns. Tears tracing down and marking you, your moans jumbled out and sounding so pitiful that he stops immediately. Your lips move, words slurred and are told out of order and he knows that something is wrong. You mumble something about wanting to die, and he pulls his hand away from your neck and your own hands that replace where his hand used to be. Your hands curl around your neck, scratching and pulling taut at your skin and you’re left sobbing as he stares down at you. His hands are soft, curving around your wrist and holding them together, watching as you rest against his bare chest, your tears slipping down his skin and burning against his scars.

He isn’t sure what to do. He’s unable to figure out if he should outright ask you what’s wrong but between your sobs and mess of words, he figures that that isn’t wise. The only thing that he can do is hold you close, let his hands rise in heat and rub them against your back, hoping that the motion will soothe you. He has you against him, crying and he knows- or at least has gathered enough information- to decide that you do indeed want to die. You lay against him, crying and letting your emotions get the best of you and he is unable to do what he should do, but yet, he stares at you, looking around the room hoping that the answer will be written on the walls. But, it's just him and you and a wall with chipping paint. There’s no answer to this and he isn’t good at playing therapist, and the most he can offer is a simple question of “are you okay?” even if it’s obvious that you aren’t.

While he isn’t good at sorting things out and giving advice, he is good at listening, taking things to heart and paying attention to the small details. He listens to you talk about how you have your own bad habits- you hand threads with his when you say that- and that sometimes you wish that something or someone would end your life so you didn’t have to do the dirty work. He knows enough about that to nod his head and hold your hand tighter. Your lips brush over the swell in his chest and you rest on his lap, your body shaking with the aftershocks of your sobbing, and your face still wet with tears. He listens well when you talk, nodding his head and squeezing your hand to show that he is still listening to you and his lips press against your head.

The last thing that Dabi wants is to hurt you. He doesn’t want you to see him as something that can only bring pain and destruction; he wants you to view him as a person. He tells you in a whisper that anything rough is out of the question, he doesn't want this to happen again. He tells you that he’ll be with you because he wants to be and that you two can still remain intimate but he won’t hurt you, he doesn’t want to be the reason that you cry. His hands are gentle as they move you away from him, his hand holding your jaw and his eyes linger to when a tear touches his thumb. He kisses the tip of your nose, his smile lazy and he offers a shower- just something to get rid of all the tears and sweat. It isn’t a permanent solution, but it’s the best that he can offer and he’ll stay true to his word, not wanting to go against our trust and safety. There’ll be another conversation about your mental health, but only when you’re more coherent and less in a negative state.

Shigaraki Tomura:

It’s already a dangerous situation to place yourself in with Tomura- his hands around your neck, his focus already diverting to pleasure rather than focusing on you. It’s times like these that he regrets not remembering where he placed the half gloves. His entire being is centered around death, his hands clawed and already so close to closing, the air becoming thin and harder to catch and you’re left with burning tears in your eyes. Your lips meet his in a desperate kiss, straining your neck and making his hands close tighter around your neck. A part of you wants for it to hurt more, for his hands to close around your neck and squeeze until your lips are cold and he’s over your body. You call out in a croaky voice for him to tighten his grip, placing your hands over his and begging for his to close his fist. It’s getting harder to breathe and your vision is dotted in black, tears fall and catch on his hands and your moans have turned to cries. His hand loosens around your neck, his movements stopped and he carefully removes his hand away from you.

The air is tense in the room. Your cries echoing around and he stares down at your body as it closes around itself, your arms hugging your crying form. He carefully crawls beside you, clenching his teeth when the bed creaks under him, his body careful to not touch yours. Beside you, he sits, his back propped by pillows and his lips bitten as he calls your name. He isn’t sure what he’s hoping for in a response- he knows that the answer he wants is unrealistic given your state and he isn’t sure whether he can touch you or if that would lead you to spiral down. His hands catch at a piece of your hair, rubbing the ends between his thumb and index finger. He calls you once more, nudging his leg against your body, hoping that you’ll at least give him a sort of reply.

You give an odd sort of sound- something stuck between a cry and a hiccup- but he takes it. He leans over you, brushing away the stray hair and tears, grabbing at a shirt and cleaning your face with it. You hold his hands with yours, your palm over the back of his hand, the cloth pressed against your face, the warmth of his palms warming at your cheeks. He turns over to lie beside you, his chest against your back and his lips pressed over a bruising spot on your neck. You both lay in silence for a long moment, his hands sliding down until they curve around your stomach, his nose pressed against the back of your head as your cries turn into whimpers. He whispers words of comfort- telling you that it’s okay, that he’s stopped, and letting you just cry as his hands circle around your abdomen.

He asks you what happened, his lips pressed against your neck, his hands still and his words are solemn. He doesn’t know what set it off and he isn’t aware of what he should say and a part of him thinks that it’s his fault. He asks if it was his fault- that maybe he triggered something or something else that he doesn’t know what happened. Your confession about your state of mind makes his body go pale, a shiver running down his spine and his hands curl around your stomach. You make it a point of telling him it wasn't his fault- he hadn’t known, it was something that you kept as a secret. Your hands hold his, your face dry with tear stains still lingering against your face. After the sudden outburst, your tone grows drowsy, eyelids heavy and breaths deeper. He can sense that you’re growing tired, that the outburst took a lot of energy and he moves to grab at a blanket, letting it rest against your waist until you’re ready to move it closer to your body.

During the entirety of your relationship, Tomura has always put your wellbeing as a priority; he wants to know that you’re safe and healthy and when you confess about your issues, about how your mind works against you, he asks you to turn around. He holds you close, allowing you the option to look at him or hide your face, and he speaks slowly. He isn’t going to be the one that brings out painful memories, he’s going to be here for you. Perhaps, he won’t be the best at it, but he’ll do what he can, he’ll offer to listen and to talk, he’ll offer you snacks and hold you when you need to be held. He’ll try and that’s the best he can offer. For now, you’ll rest against him, your body covered by a blanket as he keeps you close, letting his arms wrap tight around you.

Takami Keigo:

A caring lover, Keigo takes great pride in giving in to your needs, wanting you to feel heard and seen during acts of intimacy. If you want his hands around your neck, then he’s willing to do it for you. His face will be pinched, a string of curses hissed under his breath as his hand tightens around your neck. You’re under him, a cloud of negative thoughts forming into a storm, your stomach twisting and churning with every move, your eyes closed tightly and yet, the pressure against your chest isn’t enough, the way that he has his hand wrapped around your throat simply isn’t enough.

It’s a simple bad day turned worse with sex. Despite the act of intimacy and the enjoyment that you derive from it, your thoughts scream loud, drowning out anything and you’re simply just tired. You beg him with a choking voice to tighten his grasp and he does, pressing his forehead against yours for a moment, pulling away with a crooked grin. He doesn't realize what you want- that it isn’t tight enough for you, that you’re pleading for more and that you want him to close the gap until you’re heaving and gasping for air. You beg for it to be tighter and the most that he offers is a squeeze around your throat before he loosens. His hand pulls away as you start to cry, his face falling into a frown as your words are slurred between each cry, your hands covering your face, taking deep breaths with a bitterness that lingers on your tongue.

He ground you, grabbing your hands and lifting you up, his wings pushed back in an attempt to make you feel less crowded. You’re crying, your body trembling and chest shaking with every breath, as he tries to calm you down, asking you to mimic his breaths and tell him the colors on the bed sheet. He’s desperate, fear thick on his words and his hands wanting to hold you but he refrains. His voice is steady as can be, hesitation on the end of his words but nothing like yours that trembles and breaks with every sentence. He’s a hero, he knows what to do, how to calm those who are almost seen as being uncontrollable. He gets your breathing back to normal, holds your knees and has you play with his hand, the lines and calluses traced and touched under your jittery hand.. He lets you catch your breath, your body shaking and tears slowing down into heavy drops.

You open your arms, hands curling close in an attempt to ask him to come closer. He follows, wrapping his arms around you, and bringing you close to him. Careful as ever, he makes sure his wings are extended, careful to not wrap them around you nor him, wanting you to have as much space to breathe. Your hands roam around back, clinging to his shoulder blades, the tips of his feathers teased with your fingertips. His voice is calm, letting you start the conversation or choosing to save it for later and focusing on you right now. You move him and he is putty in your hands, molding into whatever you need him to be, leaning against the headboard and holding you close, feathers twitching restlessly as you lean on his chest. His hands circle back around you, his chin on the top of your head as you start to speak. He lets you take your time when your voice starts to crack, his presence nothing but soothing.

It’s difficult to listen to you talk so negatively about yourself and to know that the rougher stuff introduced during acts of intimacy were more of a punishment rather than something for pleasure. Keigo is patient in listening to you, holding you close to him and kissing your knuckles as you talk and go further in detail. He won’t push you to do things that are outside of your comfort zone and would prefer for you to take your own pace and come into realizations for yourself. He’s your partner and he’ll help you as much as he can, but he isn’t good at taking care of himself and can often find him going further than what’s good for you. He talks to you and runs his hand down your spine, moving around until you’re side by side, his smile almost pained. It’s a minute before he rises, holding you close to him and leading you to the bathroom, turning the water on and letting you stand under it, his hands covered in white fluff as suds cover your body, his body close to yours.

[louiseleblancdiggory]

Speedy one night stand

Ok, so this is an old scene that i never posted because I never thought it was good enough, but since I wanted to post smth before ‘Tis the Damn Season, here it goes! I’m sorry for any typos, it’s 3 am and I don’t have the patience to proof read rn. There are mentions of a car accident but I swear it is not a sad or angsty scene. It’s bad and not at all a believable situation, but I hope it’s ok enough to be mildly enjoyable!

Aelin was having a spectacular day.

She had woken up around six, laying near the hottest man to ever walk on this Earth. In the previous night, she had drank enough to practically guarantee her a bitch hangover, but apparently her beautiful, silver-haired stranger had fucked it right out of her. A few times.

Not so proudly, Aelin sneaked out of his house without making a single sound. Maybe she should have stayed, maybe asked for his name. But she was also almost sure she had given him her number yesterday, and so if he wanted to continue things, he could call her. If not… Well, it had been a fun night.

Understatement of the fucking century.

And thanks to her stranger, once she got home, Aelin felt energized and inspired enough to finally give the painting a try.

The painting had become Aelin’s nightmare for the past year and a half. She had the idea, had the ability, but didn’t know how to do it, how to tackle it. She tried a few times every few days, and left the room hating it more and more. The painting started to be a mock to her abilities— she would finish other works, beautiful works, and yet the messy canvas would always stare at her from the corner of the room.

Aelin was mainly a sculptor, not a painter, and so she didn’t even know why it bothered her so much but it did. Oh, it most certainly did.

For the past eighteen months, staring at that taunting canvas was like staring at yourself on the mirror for too long. The vision started to blur, and it didn’t look real, evoked a deep panic.

For the past eighteen months, Aelin hated that fucking painting.

And yet, when she got home earlier, all she could think is that she might be able to finish it. The painting was supposed to be of Oakwald, a beautiful forest that extended for the whole expanse of the west of Terrasen. She hadn’t been at home for so long now, and all she wanted was a painting of how she remembered the forest to be. She wanted to capture its light, its life. She wanted it to look exactly how it was in her memory, but the colors never seemed right. Her fondness of the memory was becoming stained with that stupid canvas.

All she needed was the right palette.

And he had walked in a bar and sat by her side yesterday.

Her stranger was the literal embodiment of her memory, so much so that for a split second, Aelin had thought she had gone officially insane. His silver-grey hair was the exact shade of the sky on the cloudy mornings when she and her dad would go for a walk. Eyes a combination of a few shades of green and small specks of brown that reminded her of how the trees were. His demeanor was cold, and yet Aelin found him somehow so welcoming— just like she felt back at Oakwald, back home.

Her stranger had given her the thing she had needed for the past eighteen months, even if he hadn’t given her even his name.

Aelin was staring proudly at the now finished painting when the phone rang. She was glad her roommate wasn’t at home to witness her staring at the painting for that long like a crazy person, and honestly hoped it was Lysandra calling to ask if she wanted to go out and grab something to eat.

Or maybe it’s your stranger.

Aelin forced herself to shove every single spark of hope down until they were nothing more than cinders. To be honest, Aelin knew that she probably wouldn’t get a call from him. It was his first day in town, they both had been drunk, and, even though the sex had been great, her stranger didn’t seem like the dating type.

At least not the dating type with a woman who left his house unannounced at six in the morning after leaving him with no note other than her number that could potentially be wrong since said woman was already tipsy when she gave it to him.

A fucking shame.

“Hey.” Aelin said, putting the phone to her ear as she looked for her car keys. She wanted to be in the elevator by the time the word “eat” left Lys’s mouth.

“Is this Aelin?” A female voice she had never heard in her life asked, uncertainty and hesitation lacing every word.

Aelin withdrew the phone from her ear and looked at the unknown number.

Aelin rarely gave her phone number to strangers, and lately it had only been to…

Oh fucking shit.

He had a girlfriend?

Fuck fuck fuck.

“Hum, yes?” Aelin sounded as uncertain as the girl. “I’m sorry, but who is this?”

Maybe it wasn’t what she thought. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe—

“Do you know a Rowan?”

Well.

“Maybe?” Aelin wanted to bang her head against a wall. Almost seven months without touching a guy, and the first one in her way back to the land of the social people had a girlfriend. At least she knew his name now. Rowan seemed fitting, matched his appearance somehow. “Silver hair, green eyes, looks really pissed even when he’s sleeping?”

Please say no.

“Oh, yes.” The woman said, sounding… relieved? “I’m doctor Towers, and—“

“Doctor?” Aelin blurted out, all anger and nervousness being substituted for confusion. “Doctor?”

“Yes. Well, actually an intern since I’m still halfway through my first year here and—“

“I swear I mean no offense, but I am a little confused.” Aelin interrupted her after she started mumbling. “You’re Rowan’s girlfriend?”

“No!” The woman shouted loud enough that Aelin had to take the phone from her ear. “Gods, no. I thought you were his girlfriend.”

A moment of silence passed through the two women.

“What the fuck?” Was everything Aelin managed to say. She cleared her throat, mind trying to catch up with what was happening. “Why would you think that?”

“You’re the only contact on his phone.”

“I am?”

“You are.”

“I am.”

“You are.”

“I— Why are you calling me?” Aelin shook her head, her grip on her keys strong enough that started to be painful. She didn’t know if this was some type of joke her friends were pulling on her, or if Rowan was just some sick asshole that was fucking with her now that he had her number but she sure as hell wasn’t enjoying the experience.

“Well, you see.” She cleared her throat, voice tone becoming more serious, more professional. “Rowan was admitted into the Torre’s hospital a few hours ago. He was involved in an accident, and all the emergency contacts we could find are not in town as of now. I know it is not protocol, and I’m breaking so many rules here, but I went through his phone to see if I could find a contact of someone who was around. We didn’t know if his injuries were serious or not, but…”

Doctor Towers didn’t finish the sentence, and dread mixing with some type of anxiety started rolling inside Aelin’s stomach. “But?”

She didn’t respond the question, instead changing the subject. “You’re the only contact, Miss Aelin.”

Aelin slowly sat down, the dead silence of the apartment mixing with the expectant silence from Doctor Towers. She didn’t know the guy, didn’t even know his name until two minutes ago, and yet the image of the painting in the other room kept flashing in her mind, the colors in the canvas mixing with the colors she saw on his face. “I— Is he alive?”

“Yes, yes. He’s in surgery, I believe.” The initial apprehension came back to the woman’s voice. “I don’t know, actually. Again, just an intern. People don’t tell me much here.”

“And I suppose hiding somewhere after stealing a patient’s phone isn’t the best way to pick up on any information they might be sharing in the halls right now.” Aelin said, some amusement for the girl showing through her voice. “Where are you? Storage room?”

“Coma patient room.” Doctor Towers laughed nervously. “I thought I was helping.”

“It’s fine.” Aelin said even though she didn’t feel it.

The line went silent once more, and after a minute, Aelin said. “Well, bye, I guess.”

“Wait.” The doctor’s apprehensive voice sounded again. “Couldn’t you… Can you still come? Even if you’re just his friend?”

Aelin sat frozen on her chair. “I’m not his friend.”

“Oh.” She sounded disappointed. “Ok. Sorry. Have a great night, Miss Aelin.”

Before Aelin could respond, the call was ended.

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The first thing Rowan noticed when he opened his eyes was that he was not at the rented apartment he and the rest of his friends had gotten for the summer.

The lights were too white and too artificial, the bed too uncomfortable to be the same one he had slept the previous night.

And there was also the fact it felt as if he had been thrown from the top of a building, broken every single bone in the impact and, somehow, survived.

He tried opening his eyes a little bit more and acute pain shot to his brain.

Unfortunately. Unfortunately survived.

Shit, maybe he was in hell.

“I don’t know if the struggle is amusing or pathetic.” A low and sultry voice sounded from the left corner of the room. “Maybe try not staring directly into the light and then try opening your eyes.”

Rowan turned his head to where the soft voice had come from, pain burning his neck with the movement but he found himself incapable of not looking at her direction. But the woman was right, and Rowan managed to open his eyes enough to see her seating in one of those uncomfortable hospital chairs, legs crossed in front of her and fingers laced on top of her stomach.

Rowan mentally scratched his last thought. If he had actually died, that certainly was tilting a lot more towards heaven than hell even with the killing pain.

“Fuck, I think I died.” Rowan blurted out.

“I’ll pretend you just compared me to an angel, not to the devil.” She said, getting up and walking in his direction. Despite her hurt tone, she was smiling as she approached his bed. “It’s the least you could do after you ruined my perfectly perfect day. I was having a blast, you know?”

Hell, heaven, or Earth— it honestly didn’t fucking matter because the pain was the same, but her voice seemed to soothe his muscled, make the pain secondary to the pleasure of listening to her voice.

“Yeah?” Rowan rasped out, hoping she would continue talking.

“Oh, yeah.” She sat by the edge of the bed, straightening his sheets. The light wasn’t so blinding anymore, and he could see every detail on her face.

Heaven. Definitely heaven.

“I’m an artist, you know. Sculptor mostly, but I’m a decent painter. There’s this painting I’ve been trying to get done for over a year now, and today I did not only make progress I liked, but I also finished it. I thought today was going to be a terrible day, you know? Yesterday I found out my flight back home had been canceled and I would only be able to get another one by the end of summer, so I went to a bar and planned on getting drunk. Today was a day for tears and hangovers.”

“But?” Rowan asked automatically, all too focused on the woman sitting next to him.

She smiled, raising a hand to brush his hair from his face, fingers intertwining with the shoulder-length knots he most certainly had after whatever it was that had happened. She seemed too focused on her hand gently undoing the knots, but thankfully kept talking. “But I met this guy, you know? Definitely not from here, accent gave it away immediately. Also not from where I am from. Just that made him interesting enough. And,” she turned her eyes to him, eyes glinting with mischief. “Very, very fucking hot. That definitely made him even more interesting.”

“What a guy.” Rowan could feel some of the life coming back to his body, and even managed to weakly match the grin she had on her face.

“Oh, yes, what a guy. Fucked the hangover and artistic block right out of me. A hero, if you will.” Her grin extended into a smile, and she shook her head. “So imagine how ruined my day was when I got a call saying my amazing bar guy had been in a car accident.”

Rowan let out a broken laugh, his ribs screaming in pain when he did so. “So irresponsible of him.”

She assented solemnly. “And there I was, hoping he would have called me to go out on a date. I’m not picky but hospital is a huge downgrade from mind blowing sex in his expensive apartment.”

Rowan laughed again, not even caring about the pain.  “I’m sure the guy would have asked you if you hand’t left the expensive apartment at the crackass of dawn without telling him.”

“And instead of calling he let his car be smashed by a fucking truck to get my attention? Tsk, tsk, tsk… Maybe I didn’t dodge a bullet with this idiot.”

Rowan’s lips were taken by a grin. “Well it worked, didn’t it?”

“Next time try something a little less dramatic.” She said, eyes narrowing but Rowan could see how she was trying to contain a smile.

“The girl really seemed into dramatics tho. Gave it away last night when she—“

“Since I didn’t know your name until your doctor called me, Rowan, I’ll save you the embarrassment of asking mine.” She interrupted him, slender fingers going from his hair to the top of his lips. “I’m Aelin.”

“Aelin.” He said against the finger sushing him. “May I ask how you got here?”

She blushed a little, taking the finger from his mouth and straightening her spine. “I was the only contact in your list. They called me.”

“Lost my phone in the airport yesterday and had to buy a new one. Still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, small nose frowning. “You’re very talkative for someone who could barely open his eyes a few minutes ago.”

“Am I?” Rowan said, hoping to push some of her buttons. Consciousness had been coming back slowly, and Rowan certainly remembered every single detail. Remembered being pissed by losing his phone, impatient because he would have to wait two more days for his friends to arrive.

Remembered all the pissy and impatience leaving his body once he sat on the bar by the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had been quick-mouthed, with no filter, and absolutely hypnotizing. She wasn’t just fucking beautiful, but also funny, smart, and had the ability to make him forget every single thing that was making him irritated.

And the rest of the night… It was a shame Rowan was bedridden, he certainly wouldn’t mind reenacting last night again.

And again. And again.

And again.

Rowan had wondered earlier if she had been that amazing because he was drunk. The answer was obviously no.

Aelin pursed her lips, red coloring her cheeks. She cleared her throat, rolling her eyes. “The doctor guilty tripped me.”

“Yeah?” Rowan knew he was smiling like an idiot.

“She said you were in surgery and she didn’t know how serious.” Aelin finally looked him straight in the eyes, and Rowan noticed how beautiful hers were. “No one deserves to have no one in this situation. She said your friends were out of town, and the girl sounded desperate enough that it sounded as if you were fucking died. Again, no one deserves to die alone. Specially someone this good in bed.”

It took Rowan a second to understand everything she had just said. When the last sentence finally registered on his brain, Rowan laughed. Aelin shook her head, a small smile appearing again.

“Also, you’re the first guy I slept with in seven months. Letting you die alone seemed like bad luck.”

“I am honored you put so much consideration into coming to stay with me.”

“Shut it.”

“If it makes you feel less embarrassed—“

“I’m not embarrassed.”

“I would have come too. Make sure my best fuck wasn’t dead.”

“Awn, best fuck? You’ll make me tear up like this, Ro. So romantic.” Aelin pretended to clean fake tears the moment the doctor in darker scrubs and a few on lighter ones entered the room.

“Good to see you awake, Mr Whitethorn.” The man smiled at him, checking his charts. “It’s always good to see wives crying of happiness rather than sadness around here.”

“Of course.” Rowan agreed, turning to Aelin and raising an eyebrow.

“They wouldn’t let me stay if I wasn’t family.” She whispered low enough so that only Rowan would hear. Her face slowly broke into a grin, and she winked at him before turning to the doctor. “So he’ll be fine, right, doctor?”

Rowan had to bite his cheeks from laughing at how obviously fake she sounded, but no one other than him noticed. “Yes, yes. Other than a fracture to his right wrist, your husband is completely fine. Some bruising and soreness that painkillers can help, but nothing major. You two are free to enjoy your vacations when he’s discharged tomorrow.”

“Oh, great.” Rowan said, nodding seriously. “My wife here has just informed me that a hospital is no adequate place for a first date.”

All the people in the room laughed, thinking Rowan meant their first date in Antica.

Not their first date ever.

“I’ll leave you two. Anything you need, ask a nurse and they will page me.” The doctor in darker scrubs said, leaving the room with all the ones in lighter scrubs following.

“Where do you live?” Rowan asked the moment the doctor was out.

Aelin turned to him, fingers going back to his silver hair. “Have been living here for the past two years in an art internship. Going back to Orynth, Terrasen by the end of the summer.” She curled a strand around her finger before looking to his face. “You?”

“Have been and will continue to be a very happy resident of Orynth.” Rowan said, a smirk appearing on his lips. “Definitely happier after the summer.”

“Haven’t even asked me out and you’re already thinking about the end of the summer.” Aelin shook her head and clicked her tongue even though she was smiling. “No surprise you got into a car accident, so speedy.”

His smirk grew into a smile. “My dear wife, would you like to go on a date with me?”

She narrowed her eyes, taking her sweet, sweet time to answer. “I’ll think about it.”

“And, seeing how the doctor talked about all my grave injuries—“

“Grave.” She snorted.

“Do I get kisses to feel better?” Rowan’s tone was full of mockery and some laughter.

“If I kiss every place you’re hurting after being hit by a fucking truck, I think we’d be here for a long while.”

“You didn’t complain yesterday.”

Aelin half laughed, half snorted. Rolling her eyes, she bent forward, and even though she was trying very hard not to, Rowan could see the start of a smile just before she pressed her lips against his. They were sweeter and softer than he remembered, and despite the pain on his arms and specially on his right wrist, Rowan raised his hands and put them in her golden strawberry hair.

“One more thing.” He said against her mouth.

“Has anyone ever told you that you ask for too much?” Aelin said impatiently.

“As our situation is already as fucking weird as it’s gonna get—“

“You don’t say!” Aelin said, voice dripping with so much fake surprise Rowan couldn’t stop but smirk up at her.

“As our situation is already as fucking weird as it’s gonna get,” he repeated forcefully, eyes narrowing at her as her smile widened. “Tomorrow, when my friends arrive.”

“Yes?”

“Can you please still pretend you’re my wife?”

Aelin stared at him blankly for a moment before letting out a full, lovely laugh. The bed shook with her laughter, and Rowan joined her— a little weakly due to the pain, but joined her nonetheless. She bent down to kiss him again, nodding as she did so. “Of course. What type of person would I be if I didn’t help such injured person find some happiness in their lives?”

Rowan kissed her back, fingers playing with her hair. “So this means you’ll go out with me?”

“We’ll see.”

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[hoekaashi]

3 am Talks - hq pt 4

a/n: first and foremost, please don’t attack me for the twins’ accent. i know i didn’t even try but i also don’t have the brain capacity to do it rn. second, i know i did karasuno but i was requested to do asahi after posting it and i wasn’t gonna make a separate post for just him so i slapped his ass onto this one (: pairings: kita x reader, atsumu x reader, osamu x reader, suna x reader, sakusa x reader, asahi x reader warnings: language, some spoilers for post time skip taglist: @babydabi​, @suckersuki​, @bakugoustanaccount​, @animoozies​ part 3

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

⇾ omg this boy is gonna talk about how proud he his of his teammates ⇾ like full on proud dad moment (i imagine him like that one panel from the last chapter, just so proud) ⇾ he’s such a soft man, he would talk about how he wants to start a family with you ⇾ what do you mean the sheep aren’t our kids??? ⇾ so would wear a soft smile listening to you ramble on about something ⇾ he would love to hear whatever was going on inside your mind, would never tell you to stop talking or cut you off. Ever.

You climbed into bed after waking up to pee in the middle of the night. Kita had been up for a while and you were unsure as to why he was still up. Before you fell asleep, the two of you had been watching his old teammates play a match on tv and he had been praising them the entire time. “What are you doing up still?” “I was texting in the group chat after you fell asleep and I just can’t sleep now.” You sat cross legged next to him. “What’s on your mind now?” “How I want to start a family with you in the future.” That came out of the blue. Neither of you really talked about that far in the future. “The twins started arguing again and Aran started yelling at me to get them to stop. I asked him why he was telling me to stop them and everyone replied that it was because I’m the only one they still listen to. And then everyone started talking about how I was like the team dad even after all this time and I started thinking about how I would be if I was a father and if I would still act the same. I looked down at you sleeping and the thought just came to me.” You were speechless. “I mean, not that I have any problems with having kids with you, but I wouldn’t classify the twins as test subjects on your parental qualifications. I don’t think they compare to toddlers because the twins actually listen.” “Well, that’s why we have chicken. And sheep.” Kita gave you a warm smile. “Honey, I love you, but please don’t tell me that you just compared animals to human children. Possibly ours.” “It’s okay. It’s good practice.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ for as much as i shit on him, i do love atsumu (osamu is the superior twin, sorry lei) ⇾ but this poor baby would always be in such a negative head space after losing a match ⇾ literally thinks his entire team hates him, his coach wants to replace him, his brother and ex teammates would look down on him, wondering what was so great about him ⇾ he would just need to get his feelings out without judgement - just hold him while he word vomits but sometimes he does need to hear some motivation to get him out of his funk ⇾ this kind of feeds into the other things he would talk about if he didn’t have a match ⇾ just a lot of talk about his insecurities and how he feels inferior to other people his cocky persona is fake ⇾ just wrap him in a blanket and feed him comfort food as he lets out everything weighing down on his heart

“If I didn’t fuck up five serves, we coulda won.” Atsumu was laying on his stomach with his head on your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair. “You weren’t the only person who messed up today. You can’t blame yourself for losing the game when everyone made a mistake at some point.” “But mine were so easy to prevent.” He wrapped his arms around your waist tighter. “I know when I go into practice next week, coach is gonna bench me. I’m not even mad, I deserve it.” “Tsumu, don’t say that.” “It’s true. Samu even called me out on it after. And I know the entire team wants me out.” At this point, you didn’t know what else to say because no matter what, Atsumu was going to believe that he was the worst player on the team. “I’m just holding everyone back.” Your hand stilled in his hair. “Tsumu, the only other setter who’s managed to pull off that crazy quick with Hinata is Kageyama. Plus you got Bokuto on your team too! Both of those players are so high energy and hard to manage, yet you make it look so easy. So you had an off day, everyone does. Everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days -” He got up and glared at you before you had a chance to finish what you were saying. “Hannah Montana is not the right person to bring into this motivational speech.” “But you sing Hoedown Throwdown and True Friend on a weekly basis.” “And you better take that sentence with you to the grave.” You grinned at him. “But imagine how much money I could get for selling those twelve little words to the press.” Yes. He tackled you and made you swear on your life that you wouldn’t tell a soul.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ it depends on his mood: either he’s doing all the talking or he’s strictly listening, there’s no in between ⇾ when he’s talking, it could be about a n y t h i n g ⇾ from atsumu to food to you to work to a new show he’s watching to kita to meeting up with friends ⇾ literally anything ⇾ he doesn’t necessarily need to know you for a long time, but he does need to feel close to you if he ever talks about how he feels about you ⇾ he’s not the type to be soft of the regular, so when he is being soft, he’ll be even quieter, maybe even hide his face in your neck or your stomach depending on the position the two of you are cuddling in ⇾ when you’re the one doing the talking, his hands are always busy doing something - most of the time playing with your hair, but it could also be playing with your hands, massaging your hips, etc

“- so Kita blocked our numbers.” “I mean, you did cuss out Atsumu while his phone was on speaker and he was with his grandmother.” “How was I supposed to know that?” he asked quietly into your neck. You laughed. “Let him talk next time. You and your brother you are adults now, so stop arguing like children.” “I can’t help it, he pisses me off sometimes.” You hummed. “Give Kita a fruit basket or take him out to lunch and apologize.” He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles before pulling you closer into his chest. “Yeah I’ll do that.” “Ooo! What if you have him test out that new recipe you were telling -” “No. I always have you test new dishes and that won’t change,” he mumbled. “Samu?” He nuzzled his face further, his breath warm on your neck. His hand moved to your hip and alternated from massaging you to rubbing his hand up and down. “You’ve gotten me this far and everything worked fine. I don’t wanna change anything.” You reached back and lightly scratched the nape of his neck. You turned over and found his face closer to yours that you expected. His arm went back to resting on your hips with his hand on your butt, pulling you closer. He gave you a light kiss on the tip of your nose. “Are you saying I’m your good luck charm?” you asked teasingly. “Nothing’s gone wrong since you’ve come into my life. I’m gonna fucking marry you one day.” You smiled. “Yeah, you also said that when you got your wisdom teeth removed. I’m still waiting on the ring.” He pulled you into a hug, your head in his chest, his lips placing another kiss on your forehead. “Don’t rush me or your not getting anything.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ he wouldn’t talk at 3 am ⇾ would literally tell you to shut up and go to sleep ⇾ and if you didn’t stop talking, he would get up and either go to someone else’s place or tell you to leave ⇾ this man does not care about what you’re thinking or what you have to say when he’s trying to sleep ⇾ so don’t expect him to be all soft and listen to you - better yet, talk

“So I was thinking -” Suna grumbled. “Yeah? You better stop thinking.” “But I’ll forget in the morning.” “Then it wasn’t necessary to talk about.” “I’m gonna say it.” “You’re gonna shut the fuck up if you wanna sleep here tonight.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ a listener ⇾ would literally tell you to shut up and go to bed jk, not really ⇾ if he’s up at 3 am with you, he’s listening to music ⇾ for sure he won’t be talking and doesn’t really want to have to pay attention to whatever you’re saying ⇾ not in a rude way but like, it’s late and he doesn’t feel like using brain cells at the time ⇾ if you are talking and he loves you, he won’t tell you to shut up or stop, but don’t expect a reply from him ⇾ depending on his mood, he’ll choose to listen or not, and when he’s listening, he’ll make sure you know that he is

“Did you make this lofi playlist?” You were scrolling through your shared Spotify account on your phone, trying to find something to listen to since neither of you could sleep. “Yes.” You played it, both of you enjoying the soothing music that filled the quiet of the room. “Do you have a fanclub?” Sakusa hummed. “Is that a yes or a no?” It took him a minute, but he replied. “Not sure. Why?” “I don’t know how I feel about a group of girls drooling over you.” Were you proud? Jealous? Indifferent? You couldn’t figure it out. But the fact that he asked made you happy that he cared enough to bother listening to you. “Why should you care?” You looked over at him. “Well, what if they’re the crazy type of fans who try to break in here. Or don’t like that we’re dating and try to kill me?” He laid there in silence with his eyes closed as you spoke about all the extreme types of fans that you had heard about. Once you finished, he remained quiet. You felt bad, thinking that you bored him to sleep. “Love, I think you’ve been listening to too many true crime podcasts.” “But still, those types of people exist.” Sakusa shifted with his eyes closed, pulling you so you were resting on his chest. “Stop thinking about that. It’s stupid. Now go to sleep.” “But -” “Go to sleep.” “I can’t.” He shushed you. “Sleep. We can talk in the morning.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ jesus would talk about his insecurities ⇾ would catch you up with his friends aka the other third years ⇾ but also i feel like his anxiety traveled with him into adulthood so like, lots of stress talks about releasing new designs on time and not wanting to let people down/be a failure ⇾ he would talk about his travels too, the different things he enjoyed from each country he visited with noya ⇾ would make plans to go somewhere with you when both of you had the time to drop off the face of the earth for a little bit

“So where else did you want to visit?” you asked. “Maybe Switzerland?” You nodded. “That’s a good choice. Want to do anything specific?” “Not really. When I was with Noya, we kind of just winged everything. It was more exciting and memorable that way.” “I do remember you being more free.” Whenever he called you or sent you pictures and videos, he seemed more happy. “Really?” “Uh huh.” “I do remember feeling less stressed. I have a deadline coming up soon and the pressure is intense.” “Does it feel like volleyball stress?” He gave you a little shrug. “A bit? I have a team - a different type of team - and I don’t want to let them down, but in this case, I’m the captain without anyone to rely on. Everyone else needs me to have everything together, so I don’t have the time to freak out or be stressed.” “Yet, you’re still a ball of anxiety.” “Am I?” He grimaced. You nodded. “I’m trying to get better. It’s really hard when there’s a voice in the back of your mind telling you that if you mess up, everyone will be let down and disappointed in you. On top of that, the media and public are so harsh with everything. There’s just a lot of pressure.” “But you’ve done so well. Sure things were a little shaky when you first started, but you’re well known now and well loved.” “You have a point. I’ll do better for you.” You smiled. “I’m already proud of you, don’t worry about that.”

[wonnoy]

early mornings and heavy hangovers

okay i decided to do the lil nsfw on tsukishima and take my time doing it - im just a tad bit held back by school deadlines rn

i also don’t drink at all so drunky time may not be as accurate as it could be lol

___ warnings: nsfw, drinking (not like bad drinking), head (receiving)

kei and you are close friends after you guys graduated from highschool and after (whether it seem weird or not) had daily night gatherings with yamaguchi, kageyama and hinata where you guys all crash at a certain person’s home. 

Everyone was boisterously yelling at the top of their lungs in your tiny home, each one desperate to be a heard a cut louder than the rest. You were obviously among them, clanging your beer in your hand on your poor wooden coffee table. 

It was the first of July, and at every first of every month, a couple of your closest highschool friends would converge together. It was your time to house the rambunctious group of people. You didn’t even worry about noise complaints that were sure to come in the next morning. 

“OKAY, but LISTEN to mi,” Hinata stood up on Yamaguchi’s back, teetering and swaying all over the place. His words were heavily slurred and dragged out as he waved a beer can around. 

As he was about to open his mouth again, Kageyama threw an empty bag of chips balled up at him, “shut up BOKE!” he yelled. Kageyama was an angry drunk, very assertive. 

Yamaguchi was, well... You glanced over at him giggling like mad on the floor after Hinata fell off him. That’s most likely self-explanatory. Hinata was energetic as hell and an incredible lightweight just like Kageyama. Yamaguchi was surprisingly a heavy drinker just like Tsukishima. 

You chugged down the last of your beer and glanced over at him. He always looked so serious, even with his face flushed red and being very clearly drunk. He was a quiet drunk - he never spoke much while he drank but would occasionally mutter a sassy comment about someone else in the group. 

You slouched over to Yamaguchi and heavily propped yourself up against his side. You were a touchy drunk. You took a swig from your can and felt the heavy liquid swish down through your body lighting nerves into another frenzy. You were a sickly warm but that’s what came with you being drunk.

“Yama boy,” you threw the arm holding the can outwards as if spilling a great story, “do you eat... butta?” you tried to say bread. Yamaguchi threw himself into another fit of giggles as he laughed at you. Disturbed you slinked over to Tsukishima. 

You threw your body down into his lap and looked up at him. 

“And what do you eat kind sire,” your free hand slapped his cheek. He flinched from the contact and it looked like he wanted to kill you. You could just see the glint of his glasses as he looked away from yourself and hiding his eyes. 

“I eat way more than just butter,” he grumbled and drank more from his cup. You smile and then lifted just your head off of his lap to peer at both Kageyama and Hinata. Hinata was furiously trying to turn himself into a stool, repeatedly shouting that he was a frog wizard. Kageyama had grown quiet as he passed out on your coffee table. For some odd reason his pants were missing. Yamaguchi looked around the room and went into another hysteria. The drink he had in his hand went flying and it flew smack dab on your stomach drenching you. 

“Yama-” you started but were interrupted by Tsukishima calmly reaching over and smacking him right on the head and knocking him clean out. Holy shit. Watching him do that sobered you up slightly and you gave him a smack on the back of his head as well. Why the hell did he hit him so hard, the asshole.

“You killed him,” you began to scramble your way out of his lap to see if Yamaguchi still had a damn pulse. But Tsukishima wasn’t just about to let you out of his lap, well at least not without a fight. Your wiggled around, a tango of hands grasping at things as you both fought one another. At one point you were so close to getting out of his lap - crawling your way over to Yamaguchi. 

One hand was outstretched to his neck but Tsukishima grabbed you by your hips and landed you right back onto him. You landed hard, bum first, right into his lap and you could hear a loud grunt of air come from the man behind you. Your hand had always managed to smack him on the side of the head with the momentum of you flying backwards into him. 

Your back was slightly flattened into his chest, his hands still caressing your hips as you sat in between his legs. The knuckles on your left hand were gently kissing his face as you moved to get it off his face. But he nuzzled into it, letting out a puff of air onto the back of your hand. It was warm and made your skin slightly moist. 

You kept your hand there and looked over to where Kageyama and Hinata were. They were both passed out - Hinata was now wearing one of your boots on his head while Kageyama was still missing his pants and hunched over the table. 

You glanced back over to Yamaguchi, Tsukishima had to have hit him pretty hard as he still hasn’t moved. One of your fingers was enveloped by Tsukishima’s mouth and you almost made an audible noise. He was suckling on your pointer finger, swirling his tongue over it and occasionally nipping at it with his teeth. A foreign and strangely arousing feeling. 

You moved your butt around on his lap and his mouth froze. You pulled your finger his mouth, the tip of it now resting against his lips. His fingers were pushing hard into your skin as you both sat there in a tension filled silence. You mouth around once more and you could hear his breathing become a little ragged. Something was growing against the curve of your ass, slightly prodding at your panty covered heat. You trailed your other hand, the one that wasn’t on his face, to the front of his body and moving down to the nether region. He pressed his chest harder into your back with each inch your hand traveled down his body before they rested at the hem of the pants he wore today. 

Your fingers easily found their way in, nudging their way down to a now massive bulge resting against your palm. You could tell it was straining in his pants, the stretch of the underwear was evident underneath the pads of your fingers. His hands were grabbing lightly at the sides of your body, still only on top of the protection of your clothes. But you could feel the heat emanating from his palms through it, lighting your body on fire. 

You applied pressure on his bulge and his fingers clamped down on you. The force that he was putting on your hips may or may not leave bruises along your skin. 

“Tsukishima,” his name came out as breathless gasp on your lips. He responded by slightly rubbing his chest into your back and lowering his mouth to your ear. 

Was this a dream? Was he holding the girl of whom he wanted to hold for the past six years in his arms right now? And more importantly, was her hand really caressing his cock right now? He was nervous, his brain was swimming with alcohol and unknown boldness. As well as the lust that was pooling around the two of them. The other 4 had already passed out and now, he looked at your side profile from your neck, it was just him and the gorgeous woman sitting with him. He smiled a little to himself before burying his face deep into the crook of your neck. 

The faint but rapid pulse he could feel against his nose let him know you were just as nervous he was. You moved your neck to give him more access to the skin there and he tentatively placed a kiss there. He was happy and he moved his hands from your hips to wrap around your torso. You were completely squished into his body, with little breaths escaping your mouth. 

He was fondling the sides of your body and kissing your neck with fever now. However, he looked back up at the room, they still had an audience. Even if they were passed out. 

You moved your body so now you laid across his lap and he lifted you bridal style in his arms. The rustling of clothes and clinking of cans sounded through the room as he lazily moved you to another part of your home. Your bedroom. 

The entire way there, he could feel your lips nipping at the skin on his neck, a sensitive area for him. It only made more blood rush to his dick as he carried you. When you guys made it to you bedroom he laid on the edge of the bed, leaving your legs to dangle. He got on his knees and adjusted his glasses. He looked up at you from between your legs, you were propped up on your elbows watching his every move. What he was going to do to you and just how was he going to do it. 

“Y/N,” he started to tug down on the loose pants you were wearing. 

“Yes?” you kicked off the pants and let him begin to take your panties off too. 

“Remember when you asked what I eat?” he had your panties off now and in front of him through the dim light, he could see the outline of your heat. He licked his lips, he was going to enjoy this. 

“Uhuh, I do,” you wiggled a little bit as he lift your legs above his shoulder, his face right in front of your most private area. Embarrassment was flushing through your body but lust was proving to conquer that feeling. 

“Well,” he leaned his face closer to you, “I’m about to show you,” and gave you a full blown lick. Down and then up, letting his tongue lay flat against you. You tasted absolutely divine, just one taste and he was already feeling euphoric. He couldn’t stop the groan or the eager pull at your body to push his face further into you. The room was filled with the sound of Tsukishima slurping up the slick you produced. 

He moaned into you, sending vibrations that shook you to your very core. He could tell you loved it just from the way your body reacted to it and shaking undeniably from the pleasure he was giving you. 

Tsukishima never really like going down on someone. But for you? One hand looped around your leg just so he could fondle you. He would make an easy decision to make an exception. You tasted great on his tongue. Normally when the girls pulled his hair taught in his fingers, he would get mildly annoyed and force their hands off him. 

But you messaged his head and were gentle but firm when pulling on his hair. 

He hated it when other girls would squeeze his head between their thighs, being over the top and dramatic whenever they came. But you? Your thighs barely tickled his head with their presence, they were plump cushions that didn’t dare to burst his head. 

He hated it when they made a mess on his face because they never satisfied him. He didn’t bother to try and drink up all the slick their vaginas’ provided. But you? He believed he could survive on this alone for days. You tasted salty, but just barely. The taste was addicting, he brought you closer to his face by gripping onto the sides of your hips. 

Your skin was soft under his hands and he massaged it as he continued to eat you out. Just barely could he see your hands gripping the sheets with extreme vigor as if trying to anchor yourself to the real world. Your breaths and shallow moaning was echoing around in his ears. 

You weren’t the only one experiencing a good amount of pleasure from this as Tsukishima was feeling as excited as you were. How could he not? 

When the time of you coming came, a silent shriek left your mouth as it tried to vocalize your orgasm. Tsukishima was all there for it, letting you soak his chin and make him choke a little as he drank every bit of your orgasm up. It was delicious, the desert of a full course meal. He rode your orgasm out on his tongue feeling the muscles just quiver around his tongue as he tentatively kitten licked you. 

He pulled away when he was certain that you were done and looked at your artistic form. 

Your arms were spread out, mimicking the wings of a bird. Maybe even a tiny crow and he smiled thinking about you guys’ times at Karasuno. Your hair was splayed and frizzed out on the crumpled sheets underneath on your panting body. 

You, with great effort, raised a hand to touch the hem of his pants but he pushed it away. Instead he opted to leave one more kiss on your open vagina before pulling your pants back up. He then went onto your body, crushing you a little with his weight before he pulled your body into his chest. 

He much more opted to do this instead. 

____

You woke up the next morning to the sound of a camera shuttering and a flash going off. 

“The hell?” you groaned and tried to sit up but there was a heavy weight on your upper body holding you down. It was Tsukishima’s arms and your face flamed very quickly, remembering the not-so-hazy moments of last night. You brought your hands to cuddle his arm further into you. 

And there it was again, the sound of camera shuttering. You looked over his arm to see Yamaguchi standing there with Hinata hiding behind his back. He was taking pictures of the two of you together on your phone and Tsukishima’s. 

Oh god.

You sent a glare and made a shooing motion with your hand as to not wake the sleeping beast that was currently nuzzling the crook of your neck. 

(Later when you got your phone back, you put the picture as the background of your phone lock screen).

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i tried soooo hard to finally do this but i was having such a block sooooo

i have no regrets writing this causeeeeee i like it and thats what matters but it would be nice if you gusy liked it too...

[degenerate-otaku]

Hey guys! This is a Future 17 X fem reader fic I wrote for a friend who didn't want to expose themselves as a simp.

please like and reblog if you enjoy and feel free to send a fic request if you want one, but keep in line it might take me a while, since I have a few to write rn.

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Warning: this fic contains smut

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There was almost silence in the barren city. Smoke poured into the cloudless sky on that Spring day, which felt warmer than normal. The only downside to that was that you and your family needed more water, so, being the oldest sibling, you went out to fetch water and food.

When entering an abandoned shop, with a stable enough roof, you thought you heard footsteps from inside.

“H-hello?” Your heart pounded.

“Is anyone there?” You looked around, careful not to tread on broken glass or anything useful as you continued walking towards a till, in the hopes that there was anything behind it, since the shelves seemed to have already been ransacked.

Then, someone popped up from behind the till, the sight of them making you tremble.

“Hello, miss...welcome to...whatever the fuck this store is called.” He chuckled, his icy eyes bereft of emotion.

This was Android 17, no doubts about it. You knew that whilst he appeared to be like a normal teenager, he was a cruel cyborg...yet there was something fascinating about him.

You wanted to run, but found yourself stuck to the ground, as if his cold glare had frozen you on the spot.

“Are you hungry?” He asked, almost invitingly. You wanted to nod, but your body still felt stiff.

“What's wrong? Are you...afraid?” His eyes scanned your body, then he smirked.

“You must be...you can't even muster a single word...” He stepped out from behind the till, his eyes not wandering for a second.

Suddenly, he grasped your chin in his hand, which was fairly small and warm...he didn't seem like a cold blooded killer at all. He kissed you, and you just couldn't resist. You couldn't even tell he was a cyborg at all, even when his tongue was in your mouth as you softly moaned. Then, there was a sharp, sudden electric shock, which coursed through your entire body.

He laughed as you recoiled, your hair slightly frizzed up from the jolt, and you remembered who you were dealing with again, returning you to a fearful state.

“Please don't-” You began.

“Kill you?” He cut you off. “Hmm...it would be a waste of a pretty human...I think you'd look much better as a moaning mess on my bed, rather than a blood splatter in an abandoned store...wouldn't you agree~?”

You blushed, realising what he meant. You knew he would kill you if you refused...but you didn't want to throw up at the thought of it, surprisingly, a part of you was rather curious to see how humanoid he was.

You found the strength to nod.

“I'm glad you think the same...whatever your name is.”

“It's Y/N...” You wondered where that courage came from.

“Y/N, huh? Cute...” He smiled, then lifted you up. Being too afraid to protest, you went along with it, letting him carry you as you flew to an extravagant mansion, holding tightly onto him.

Landing at the door, you wondered what kind of things he would do, hating that it somewhat excited you.

17 led you in. It was a huge building, but mostly a mess, with drink bottles, food wrappers and other junk lying around in most places, which didn't surprise you. The androids left most places in terrible states, why would they treat their home any better, especially when it was just some place they stole after killing the owners?

Grabbing you by the hand he dragged you upstairs, taking you into the master bedroom, which you imagined was his, due to the many games consoles on the floor and outfits in the wardrobe.

“Take your clothes off. Now.” He commanded and you did so, feeling a little self conscious and slightly whorish for doing this, besides, the androids had earned a reputation for being deadly beauties.

You stood, not staring him directly in the eyes, fully undressed for him. Glancing at him for a second, his eyes were full of desire, and you could see that he was hard already.

He then made a show of himself, slowly getting undressed for you. His body was not how you expected it to be. He was thin, and actually around the same height as you, and you couldn't help but notice he had some scars.

When he caught you staring at them, he told you to stop before he gave you scars of your own. He instructed you to pleasure him, so you tried to kiss him again and he bit your lip softly before you pulled away.

You decided to kiss his neck, sucking and licking it, then lightly kissed his defined collarbone down to his chest, where you decided to make a risky move by rubbing on and sucking his nipples making him moan gently, a sound you hadn't expected to hear from him but enjoyed.

For a moment you stopped, stunned he could even react in such a way, but he told you to keep going and you noticed how big his dick looked.

Dragging your tongue down his slender figure, all kinds of thoughts popped into your head. You decided to stroke his cock a few times, then use your mouth again, at first licking the tip, then the shaft, then placing your entire mouth around it, going rather slow, causing him to become impatient.

He grabbed your head and shoved his cock into your mouth, causing any sounds you made to be muffled. You sucked his dick, trying your best to please him, for fear of him becoming angry, but also because you hedonistically wanted to pleasure him, so you could earn it in return.

He was basically fucking your throat, his hips jerking involuntarily, God, he had nice hip bones, as well as good thighs, which you grabbed onto to brace yourself, your hands travelling up to his ass, when he suddenly came without warning, his hot seed spilling from your lips and pouring down your throat.

You cleaned his cock with your tongue and savoured the salty taste.

“Wow...someone's a slut~” He teased you, flicking your nose as you wiped your mouth clean. He didn't seem exhausted at all, even though he had blown his load in your mouth and there was a lot to swallow. He didn't even moan your name like you wanted, but you were uncertain if he even knew your name.

He ordered you to get on the bed, which you noted was soft and comfortable, unlike anything you had ever lay on. You rested your head on the pillow and spread your legs automatically when his body hovered over you. His arm pinned both your hands behind your head as he leaned close to your ear and said, “I know you aren't a virgin, you little whore...you better be a good girl, before I have to break you...I don't wanna break my new toy, though~”

“Won't...your sister hear us?” You weren't sure why this was at the forefront of your mind.

“18? No, she's out shopping or whatever...probably fucking someone too.”

Your heart raced as the tip of his dick touched your entrance.

“Beg for it~” He teased you again, rubbing his cock against your dripping wet pussy.

“Please, 17...I wanna be your fucktoy~” You moaned.

“Well...if you insist~” He chuckled lowly then thrusted his cock inside you, making you call out his name already. He was hard and rough, yet his cock was already deep within you.

You begged him for more, even though you could hardly think straight as your tits bounced and your back arched. He called you a dirty slut again and played with your tits, making you whine again.

He flipped you over so he could fuck you harder in another angle, his dick perfectly filling your hole.

"Fuck...you're so tight~“ He groaned as he jerked his hips forward again.

”I-I think I'm close-“ You were able to speak, but he spanked your ass, warning you, ”Not yet...you cum when I say so.“

You could tell you looked like a slut, with your back arched so much, and your eyes rolling up to the back of your head as you panted, trying not to orgasm.

Then he moaned again and with one final thrust, cummed inside you as you yelled his name, orgasming too.

His cum filled your insides and mixed with yours and ran down your inner thighs as he kept thrusting, slower this time, just to ride out the orgasm.

”Shit...no-one's made me cum so easily~“ He praised you just after pulling out.

You collapsed on the bed, your legs too weak and trembly to hold yourself up. Turning, you saw that his face was kind of red, but nowhere as near as your burning cheeks, and he didn't even pant heavily or waste time catching his breath.

He quickly gave you a towel from the bathroom to clean yourself up with and a pill. ”I don't want you getting pregnant...my sister would hate me.“ He remarked, giving you a glass of water to swallow it with.

As you got up and put your clothes back on, 17 went out of the room to get something. When he returned he had a bag full of food and water. The food was mostly snacks, but at least it was something edible and would last for a long time.

”Here's a gift, take it before I change my mind.“ You didn't expect such generosity from him. You sheepishly took the bag and he offered to fly you back to the city.

You agreed and advised him to land discreetly. On the flight, he began to talk to you.

”Just so you know...if I get the suspicion you've been with another man, I'll definitely find them...and kill 'em, got it?“

You nodded.

”Good girl...“ He praised you, making you feel warm inside. ”Now...when you go home...you can't tell anyone about this ok?“ You landed with him as he gave his final warnings.

”I will be back...“ He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, allowing his earring to twinkle in the pink glow of the sunset.

”I promise, Y/N.“

You had to hold back a gasp, but you clearly looked shocked.

”Hm?“ He raised an eyebrow.

”Nothing...I just really can't believe this...you aren't like the person I hear about at all...I didn't think you'd care to remember my name.“ You answered, feeling quite stupid for saying it aloud.

”Y/N...“ The name rolled off his tongue. ”Its fun to say...I wish my name was that nice.“ He smiled for a second, but then scowled, ”Don't get the wrong idea...“

17 turned, said goodbye plainly, then shot off into the distance.

You hoped his promise was genuine.

[miyaniacs]

Sinfully Sweetheart HC. Pt 5

Hinata, Lev and Kenma 

feat. Kuroo

pt. 1,  pt. 2, pt.3, pt.4, pt. 6 

Sorry this is soooo long???? and a mess and sorry if this is trash but I feel like Hinata is way too innocent to get what’s going on rn 

SOO LETS START 

So you know each other since you were small

Your as cheerful and positive as him 

You also like to please everyone 

So you’re rather kind and helpful

Because your so close to Hinata everyone 

And I mean EVERYONE thought you’re just as innocent / obvious than him 

Including Hinata himself 

you two went to Kenmas birthday party 

The rest of the team was also invited because Kuroo forced him to give a proper birthday PARTY 

So it’s team Nekoma and Team Karasuno 

And Bokuto + Akaashi ( Gym 3 sticks together  - ride or die ✊🏼)  

Oh and yes Fukurodanis Managers ( Yukie and Kaori) are there too making it 5 girls and about 20+ guys lol ) 

Yes Kuroo did tease Kenma for having like no female friends

And yes Kenma did clap back asking him why HE haven’t brought some of his female friends 

Now everyone is dancing and having a good time 

You sit together with Kenma, Kuroo, Hinata, Yaku and Lev talking about the latest Switch games 

You’re being the sunshine you are, kept smiling and laughing 

Always helping Lev out when Yaku and Kuroo kept teasing him 

It was really fun 

THENNN Yamamoto and Tanaka come over to your little group 

„Hey, we thought about going some truth or dare? You’re in?“ 

You all nodded and walked over to the others 

NOW the real fun starts 

Yamamoto was the first one to spin 

The bottle lands onnnnnnnnn

Kageyama  

„Truth“ he simply says 

„BUhhh that’s so boring“ Hinata complains 

„TELL US. WHO was the last person you kissed?“ Yamamoto asks 

Kags blushes 

„Uhm I can’t remember ..“

„OHHH SHUT UP YOU DO!!“ Hinata is laughing his ass of

„STOP IT BOKE“ 

„OHH NO I WONT“ 

„Ok what happened?“ Yuki asks 

„He Kissed Oikawa“ Tsuki simply says and smirks 

„I DID NOT“ a red Tags complains

„YOU DID!!!“ Hinata laughs 

„Ok to be fair - he fell on top of him while they where in one of their typical arguments and it just happened“ you tried to help

„Y/N stop trying to be so nice - he kissed him end of the story.“ Tanaka laughs 

Tags takes the bottle and angrily spins it 

And it lands onnnnn 

LEV

„Dare“ he puffs his chest 

„I dare you to uhh .. hug Yachi“

„WHAAAAT“ Yashi panics lol 

„It’s just a hug - you’re here with the big guys so this will be the most innocent thing that’s going to happen“ Kuroo 

„Kuroo. No. Hinata,Y/N, and Yamaguchi are here“ Sugawara comments 

Meanwhile lev got up already as red as Yachi and walked over to her and bend down to hug her 

It’s the most awkward thing you see. 

She’s as stiff as person can be, arms hanging down her sides 

He looks like some cracked stick? 

Its a MESS

But hey they made it 

Yachi stopped working but oh well 

After some more rounds the bottle lands on you

And it was Hinatas turn to ask 

„Truth“ you say 

„Ok y/n just one question why did you and your best friend called this one musician a Daddy?”

You chocked on your drink, Kuroo and Bokuto are rolling on the floor laughing and Sugawara  together with Daichi faceplam 

„Uhm .. idk who you’re talking about?“ You smile 

„You know .. what was he called.. Skepta?“ ( I’m so sorry but besides that he is litterly a daddy since he’s got a cute babygirl he’s also a daddy. During his concert my best friend and I were dying and some guy behind us was like: yes I know he’s a daddy ) 

„Ohhh yeah he has a little daughter that’s why“ you smile happy that you could keep up your cover 

„Ohhh damn and here was thinking our litte y/n isn’t as innocent as we all think“ Kaori laughs 

Sugawara and Daichi are now really relieved lol 

The next rounds contained : 

Kenma giving Hinata a kiss on the cheek

Bokuto telling his most embarrassing story - it did include him in bed having fun alone and his aunt walking in 

Tsukishima giving everyone a compliment 

Etc 

Now the bottle was on Kuroo 

„Dare“ he says as if its nothing 

„Ok I dare you  to dance with y/n for 3 songs. And I choose them“ Akaashi says

„WHAT but - why me??“ You whine 

„ I mean, Yukie had do give Tanaka a kiss, Kaorie is already wasted, Yachi is still broken and Kiyoko - well I don’t want to fully kill Tanaka“ he explained 

„ I go easy on you“ Kuroo smirks 

So Akaashi takes out his phone, connects it to the speakers and goes through his library

The Take - Tory Lanez feat Chris Brown is on ( THE LYRICS THO already  at the beginning lol - one of the best songs to make out to / have sex - fight me) 

„YOU CANT BE SERIOUS NOW“ you scream 

„AKAASHI THERE ARE KIDS IN THE ROOM“ Daichi scrams and covers hinatas ears while Yaku does the same to Lev 

„Oh this will ne fun“ Kuroo smirks and winks he looks down at you 

So he gently lays his hands on your hips and moves you to the beat 

„I know you’re not really comfy rn so just follow me I’ll do the work“ he smiles because HE IS SOFTY and doenst want you to feel uncomfortable 

„Nah this is totally fine“ you smile „Just protect me from Daichi and Suga afterwards“ 

„Why should -” he begins but  you already put your hands around his neck and roll your hips 

„Ohh - so the daddy wasn’t because he got a daughter“ he smirks 

You just let your hands wander down his chest as you slowly go down to your knees, while still moving your hips to the beat

Hiantas eyes WIDEN ??? What happened to you?? 

He gets all flustered ?? 

Looking next to him he saw that Kenmas eyes are focused on your body - he’s never so focused except whe he plays games??? 

You’re moving back up rn arching your back 

„Doesn’t this hurt“ Sugawara asks himself 

Kuroo Hands are on your ass rn ( like its not his faut, its your for having such a great booty??)

Akaashi switches the song to Own it by Stormy ( for real tho I was at one of his concerts this February and guys. he could have taken me right there and I’d feel blessed ) feat Ed Sheehan and Burna Boy 

So you smile and turn around pressing yourself on Kuroo 

„Girl I love how you roll it, I put my hand there, hold it.“ And he puts his hands right under your belly and you start to move your hips Shakira level 

You’re still arching your back and everyone can see that Kuroo is enjoying this way too much 

Lev on the other hand 

After the first song he was in shock 

Now he’s slowly waking up and well his eyes are hearts now 

Kenma is still fixed on you and 

He put his PSP away?? 

Hinata I still flustered and doesn’t know how to talk 

„Uhm Daichi - This - I- why - why is Kuroo smirking I - and why is Bokuto Whistling ?“

„HINATA LOOK AWAY“ Suga scrams over the music 

„Kenma.. is this really happening rn?“Lev whispers 

He just nods and finally realised WHAT HE WAS LOOKING AT 

And now he’s ALL RED ??? 

And feels guilty?? Like why was he so amazed by the way you moved and why was he jealous of his best friend rn?? 

Lev still doesn’t really get what is happening lol 

You put one of your hands behind Kuroo neck and start body rolling

By NOW. Hinata is still flustered don’t get me wrong but also mad?? Like why are his friends looking at HIS BEST FRIEND like that?? 

„KENMA why are you blushing?! What are you thinking??“ He asks 

„No-Nothing . I just want this to be finished“ he mumbles but hell no. 

he’s actually thinking some really different stuff which made him not able to look at you for the rest of the night 

The last song begins 

And SUGA was going to KILL Akaashi. How could he be so reckless 

He and Daichi btw are way too focused to keep everyone in check to really focus on what you and Kuroo were doing 

You keep to singing to the song and feel Kuroos lips on your neck 

„I do think the only way to save you is that you stay really close by my side for the rest of the evening“ he growls and kisses your neck 

„To hide something?“ You tease and press your his against his crotch 

NOW the last song is up 

And yes sorry I had to use this 

PONY - Ginuwine 

SO you’re now fully feeling yourself 

And push Kuroo down on the sofa (Its a big one ok) 

RIGHT between KENMA AND LEV 

And you start giving him kind of a ✨lap dace ✨

You trun around, your hands gliding up and down ypur hips and you move roll your body

Bend over back up and walk to Kuroo kneeling over him ( like his legs are in-between yours ) And you hover over him moving as if your riding him, hands moving up and down your body 

SO your in your Element, Kuroos is enjoying it and everything is fine right? 

No 

KENMA on your left isn’t moving? He’s trying his best to NOT look next to him 

But now you stand up again?? And he is straight  up looking at you?? 

And you move your body in such a sexy way?? 

He never thought of you in that way and now he’s all SHY 

LEV could’t take his eyes off of you even for just a second 

In his mind he’s just : omg omg omg omg - mum I have sinned 

He doesn’t even realise that his nose started bleeding? 

Like ? Is this what it feels like when you’re watching porn?? 

Is this sex?? 

Because it SURE feels like sex to him 

Hinata is still asking Daichi what’s going on 

Tanaka trying to explain it to him AND KAGS but they just don’t get it? 

„But why is Kuroo so smug?“ Hinata asks? 

„She’s just dancing?“ Kags

„I woudnt call this just dancing“ Bokuto smirks 

So now it makes klick in Hinata head 

And he FINALLY realises what’s going on 

„OMG Y/N STOP“ he screams and grabs you and pulls you away from Kuroo 

Lev and Kenma wake up from their trance 

„Haha Hinata chill“ Kuroo laughs and CAUSALLY crosses his legs 

„CHILL. THIS WAS REAL LIFE PORN?“ Sugawara screams 

„I thought you’d know that this wasn’t porn?“ Akaashi laughs 

„ ITS NOT FUNNY. JUST look at poor LEV!“ 

And everyone does 

And start laughing 

„Uhm I go to the bathroom real quick“ he gets up and runs out of the room 

„Have funnnn“ Kuroo teases 

„Now Hinata can I get y/n back?“ He smirks 

„NO!!!“ 

„Omg Hinata let me go“ you laugh and walk over to Kuroo who pulls you in his lap for REASONS 

„You ruined her !!“ Hinata whines 

„I, for once, need to agree with him“ Daichi 

You just roll your eyes and look over to Kenma

„Hey Kenma? You okay?“ 

No answer, Kuroo waves his hand in front of his eyes 

Still no reaction 

„WOW you BROKE HIM TOO!“ Sugawara complains 

Lev’s now back and he can’t look at you anymore after what he just did and most importantly what he thought of 

„Why too?“ Kuroo asks and looks around the room just to see most of the others showing no reaction and are rather red 

The rest of the evening was quite chill 

They decided to play some games 

And Kenma lost all the time? 

Lev was having a pillow on his lap the whole time 

And Hinata was questioning reality because he felt stuff he shouldn’t  feel because of you? But now he does and grabs  Levs Pillow. 

Daichi and Suga are discussing how’s the best way to have THE TALK with Hinata and probs also Kageyama judging by the look on his face. 

[darlinvandijk]

omg imagine quarantining with ruel and just chilling listening to him play his guitar or sing u to sleep🥺 bruh i’m too soft rn

This is complete shit honestly so I’m sorry lmao but I hope it’s good enough for y’all to somewhat enjoy lmao, I gave it a more fun and honestly realistic Ruel approach, before letting it fall into a soft and fluffy thing. (also fun fact: the song used is one of my favorite songs, I sing it at least 2 times a day haha)

~Quarantine Vibes~

I look up from my Instagram feed that I was scrolling through when I hear the bedroom door slowly creek open, watching as Ruel practically drags himself into the room, a large pout formed upon his pink lips. I let out a soft laugh as he drops himself on top of me, crushing me into the bed, and almost cutting off my airflow.

“Get off of me asshole or I’m gonna have to throw you out into the streets” I giggle out, watching the amused look on his face turn to terror at my words. He sits up and straddles my waist, giving me his typical over dramatic eye roll, unhappy with me making him sit up. I rest on my elbows, tilting my head up to look into his eyes, waiting for the complaining that I knew was about to ensure.

“Honestly this quarantine shit is going to kill me-“ he groans out, tilting his head back as he lets out a frustrated sigh, before falling off of my lap and landing right next to me on our bed. I give my handsome boy a soft smile before climbing into his lap, mimicking the position he was in seconds ago, and reaching forward to softly comb my fingers through his overgrown locks. “I love you, more than anything, and I’m glad you’re who I’m on lockdown with. I just wish I could go out and go for a walk and do normal things, because being locked here is almost suffocating” he mumbles out, eyes closing in content from my nails raking across his scalp. I give him a soft hum in agreement, understanding the place he’s coming from, and trying to come up with something to say that’ll hopefully soothe his anxiety.

“I love you too bubs, I get it though, it’s hard being locked in here without the freedom we all crave. But remember that you’re doing a good thing! You’re keeping yourself safe, your family safe, and those around us safe-“ I start out, resting my palm against his cheek as he intently stares at me, taking in everything I have to say seriously since one of the most important things to him is keeping those he loves healthy and safe. “We’re young and healthy, meaning we’re the perfect vessels to spread this illness, so us staying home means we’re saving lives. It might feel shitty right now, but I know you already know it’s worth it in the end” I state, watching him nod his head in agreement, giving my palm a soft kiss before he pulls me down to lay on him, gripping me tight against him.

“I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you, you’re literally my everything. I don’t think anyone else could make me feel better and make me not stressed as easily as you do. Thank you baby” he mumbles against the side of my head, pressing a kiss to my hair, and I mumble my ‘I love you too’ back. We stay silent for a few minutes, relishing in the feeling of just holding each other, before he abruptly sits up and tosses me on to my side of the bed. I let out a shriek as I land on my pillows, instantly coming out of the sleepy daze I had fallen into, watching him with wide eyes as he runs out into the hallway.

Seconds later he reappears, the pout long gone from his lips, now replaced with a giant grin, causing me to watch him with a cautious look, knowing the mischief he was probably dying to cause. I open my mouth to object to whatever he wants to do, instantly being cut off as he darts across the room with a large object in his hands, only realizing what it was once it was too late. Of course this boy would try to cause chaos at 3 something in the morning with his random burst of pent up energy.

“Ruel holy shit no! People are trying to sleep” I screech out, my eyes wide with fear of the noise complaints I know we’re going to get. He stares at me with a frustrated frown upon his face, holding his guitar that he had hooked up to his amp, which was still ringing with the loud chord he had just played at max volume. I give him a blank stare in return, silently telling him he won’t be getting his way tonight, watching as he then sighs while turning to start unplugging and putting away his amp and guitar.

“I’m trying to have a good time and I can’t even do that in my own home. Like I just wanna have funnn-” he whines out, throwing himself back next to me, basically repeating the whining he had just done literally minutes ago. I ignore his incessant whining, only for him to abruptly go silent moments later, making my shift my gaze to him, watching as he stares at the ceiling. He flips on to his side and stares at me with an unwavering gaze, making me flinch from the fast movement, and then my face heat up from the attention. I finally will myself to look away, but as soon as I shift my glance from the green eyed beauty in front of me, I hear his laugh echo throughout our bedroom, before his fingertips find their way under my chin, turning my gaze back to him. “Don’t look away from me pretty girl” he softly states with a grin, watching my face flush even more from his compliment, completely forgetting about how upset he was with quarantine.

“Bubba can you do me a favor?” I yawn out, rolling on top of him, and curling myself around his body, trying to signal to him that I was ready to go to bed. I feel him nod as I rest my face in the crook of his neck, my body starting to fully enter a state of inevitable drowsiness since it was nearing 4 am already. “Can you sing me a song?” I whisper, my voice coming out mumbled since my lips are pressed against the base of his throat. He shivers in response to the feeling of my lips, causing me to let out a quiet laugh, earning a little pinch on my hip from him for laughing at him.

“Aw getting tired my love? Want me to sing our song?” He softly questions, brushing his fingers through my hair, a sigh of content escaping his lips as he feels me cuddle myself against him even more as I give him a mumbled yes in reply to his questions. He shifts on the bed, pulling a blanket over the top of us, before going back to using one hand to play with my hair and the other to draw soft shapes on my back, his hand having crept up the back of my shirt once we settled.

“You're just too good to be true.. I can't take my eyes off you.. You'd be like heaven to touch.. I wanna hold you so much.. At long last love has arrived.. And I thank God I'm alive.. You're just too good to be true.. Can't take my eyes off you” he quietly sings, his voice floating throughout our silent bedroom, instantly lulling me to sleep, his voice bringing me a sense of peace that nothing else can.

As I sleep, rested upon his chest, he continues to sing our song, feeling nothing but love and content fill his heart, the words tumbling from his lips in such a honest form as if he wrote it himself. A smile gracing his lips as he drowsily finishes off the song, pressing a soft kiss to my head, his eyes slowly falling shut as he drifts off to sleep.

Maybe quarantine wasn’t as bad as he thought, or maybe it just becomes a little bit more bearable when I’m wrapped in his arms.

[tonydadisbestdad]

It’s Positive

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 1,987

Summary: Pregnant by accident and dad tony finds out

A/N: this is stupid but I wanted to write something dumb so here it is. Sorry if formating it weird. I’m posting from my iPad bc I can’t be bothered to use my computer rn but it would have made it worth it if I had bc I can’t make this look how I want to on “mobile”. Whatever. Also sorry I haven’t written in ages, as some of you know, I work more than 40 hours a week and don’t normally get home until after 8 pm and am tired as hell. But since I’m fiinally quarentining (is that even how you spell that is it even a word?) myself I decided to try some writing instead of watching hours of tik tok videos. Enjoy! Sorry for my rant.

Perspiration collected on your forehead as you rode the elevator. Pain twinges in your abdomen as the pressure begins to become too much.

You had to pee. Of course you had to pee. You drank half a gallon of water when the thought occurred to you.

You ran through the penthouse, clutching your purse protecting the contents from jumping out, praying your bladder would not release it’s contents before you were seated on that throne.

Nervousness overtook you as you shut and locked your bathroom door behind you. You riffled through your bag for the thing you'd just returned from buying.

With shaking hands you unpackaged it.

After waiting the designated time, plus 10 minutes out of fear, you finally worked up the courage to look at it.

Your heart sank seeing the positive symbol. Your 19 years of life suddenly feeling like it all just ended.

You couldn't believe how absolutely stupid you were.

Grabbing your phone from your bag, you sent a text. Knowing you wouldn't be able to have the conversation in person.

“Pete, I got a meeting to get to. Do you got the rest?” Tony asked. They were in the lab, working on another new device.

“Yeah Mr. Stark, I should have it done by the time you get back.” Peter answered.

Tony left with a quick see ya later and was gone. Peter on the other hand returned to working.

Until his phone went off. He saw it was from you and opened it. His stomach dropped. There was no way. You were joking with him. You had to be.

All the message was, was a picture of a pregnancy test box and 2 words. “It’s positive.”

He thought about that one night a few weeks ago that you spent together. It was an event night, both of you required to be there per Pepper.

You might not be of age but that didn’t stop you from drinking and Peter liked to take his off nights to enjoy himself some so he was drinking too and next thing either of you realized your innocent flirting that usually happened turned into high key sexual tension and with nothing to stop it, well you both took advantage of the situation in a deserted bathroom two floors below the event you should have still been at.

And now you were about to pay the ultimate consequence.

Your nerves grew as you waited for a response. You practically shot out of your skin when your bathroom door opened.

“Please tell me this is some fucked up joke,” Peter said, not even caring that he just walked right into your bathroom without even knocking.

“Pete-Peter I-,” you shook your head. “Why would I joke about something like this?!”

“I don’t know!” He wouldn’t meet your eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Retaliation for me fucking you in a bathroom at an event for your dad?”

“That’s all that was to you?” You asked quietly. Things just kept getting better and better. You sat down on the edge of your tub, you wrapped your arms around yourself. You were not going to cry right now.

“I-“ he tried to start but you stopped him.

“It wasn’t conventional or perfect but hell Peter it meat more to me than just a quick fuck.” Before you could even register the tears you were holding back slid down your cheeks. You shifted, your head going to your knees and your hands covering your head. It was getting hard to breathe and his silence was not a reassuring thing.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, sitting down on the floor in front of you. He pet your head.

“What are we going to do?” You sobbed.

“Hey,” he said, tugging you forward so gently, bringing you into his lap. He secured his arms around you. “We’ll figure it out, I promise. We don’t need to have all the answers right now. Okay? Let’s just take this a step at a time.”

“How are you not freaking out,” you asked, pulling back some to look at him.

He finally looked you in the eyes. “I’m terrified,” he admitted. “But I know we can get through this.”

You gave a hesitant nod.

He kissed your forehead and didn’t leave you the rest of the night.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/

The two of you tiptoed around the topic for 3 weeks before you were finding yourselves cornered by your dad.

“What’s going on with you two? You’ve been acting weird for a couple weeks now.” Tony stated. He’d called a team meeting but as soon as you arrived, Peter was already there, you discovered that no one else on the team was arriving.

Peter looked at you, you both knew he was a terrible liar when under pressure like this.

But you? You were a great liar. You learned from the best after all. You arched a brow at your dad. “What do you mean? How have we been acting weird?”

Your dad hummed. “Let’s see, the two of you get all jumpy when the other shows up. I keep catching the two of you whispering to each other whenever I’ve left you alone for a few minutes. There was the fact that at that banquet I had a few weeks ago the two of you disappeared for a while. Y/N you’re not eating normally, Peter everytime I ask you something you either jump out of a daze or I can’t get your attention at all. I can go on guys, so tell me. What’s going on?”

You leaned back in your chair. “Peter asked me out, we didn’t want to tell you, things are a little weird right now.”

Tony looked at you in surprise.

You prayed that as Peter did the same your dad wouldn’t notice or wouldn’t realize that the look he was giving you wasn’t the “oh my God you had to go along that route to avoid the worse one? You shoulda just told the truth and not lied!” Look.

“Oh,” Tony said, nonchalantly he added, “Here I thought you were pregnant.”

Your eyes went wide, fuck.

“What do you take me for, kid?” He asked. “Did you think the cleaning staff was going to not gossip about having found a pregnancy test in your bathroom trash?! That I wouldn’t find out about it?”

You took a shaky breath.

“I know when you’re lying, you can’t lie to the person that taught you to lie, Y/N. It doesn’t work.”

You had to try, “Well then why is Peter here if that’s what this is about?” Maybe you could get him off the hook.

Your dad’s face went blank. “Now you’re just insulting my intelligence. Of course it’s Peter’s! Kid’s been in love with you since before you two even met!”

Peter’s face went red as he twisted the computer chair he was in away from both of you.

You blushed lightly. “Dad stop!”

Tony sighed, finally he sat down in a chair across from you. “What was your plan?”

You glanced at Peter then down at the table. “I… we-we don’t have-have one.”

Tony reached across the table and took your hand in his. “Okay, that’s fine for now, sunshine. Whatever you decide, I'll support you. There’s options if you don’t want to keep the baby or if you do. I suggest though that you two figure out what this means for the two of you before you make any of those decisions first.”

Tears welled in your eyes.

Peter was looking off to the side but he had returned his chair to facing your dad. “Thanks Mr. Stark,” He added quietly.

Tony smiled at him. “If you hurt my daughter, Parker I will kill you and no one will find the body. Understand?”

Swallowing the sudden lump in his throat he nodded in response.

Tony stood, he leaned across the table and kissed your head. “Sorry I forced this out, but you two were driving me crazy. I’m here when you want to talk more baby girl.”

You nodded and wiped at your face.

Your dad left, leaving you with Peter and impending conversation about the child growing inside you and what your futures held.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/

“So,” Peter started after the two of you sat there for 10 minutes in silence after your dad left. “I… I think now would be a good time to have this conversation, Y/N. So, I’m gonna just lay everything I’m feeling about this out.”

You glanced at him, he’d scooched closer to you and faced you.

He took a breath and started. “Your dad wasn’t wrong. I… do love you. I just… this is all messed up, but you know, it’s me why would anything go the way it should go, right?”

You went to speak but he continued.

“I’m not ready to be a dad. But I’m willing to take the responsibility because of my actions if you want to keep this child and want to raise them together. Or if you want to do it on your own. Or if you want to give them up for adoption. Or just want me to-“

You turned your own chair to be facing him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He relaxed some and hugged you back as best he could with the angle.

“Would it be alright if… if maybe we just start with a date first?” You hesitantly asked.

He let out a sigh of relief. “Yeah, yeah please.”

“I don’t want to get rid of them. But with that being said, we have plenty of time to decide on what we want. And I just really want us to give being together a try before we make any life changing decisions.”

Peter nodded then kissed your cheek.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/

Of course your date went perfectly. As did the one after that, and the one after that and the, you get the point.

Peter went with you to your first doctor’s appointment and made sure he’d be there for all of them after that.

After that first ultrasound, well to say your minds were set on a decision was an understatement. You couldn’t believe you were so hesitant to want them.

Everything after that was a blur. You and Peter got closer, as did your expecting date.

Your dad and Pepper supported both of you the entire way. As well as Aunt May and the entire Avengers team.

You couldn’t have asked for more.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/

“Shh,” You whispered to the little girl. She giggled and held a tiny finger to her lips. The two of you poked your head through the cracked door.

A tuft of wavy brown hair stuck up everywhere from the pillow.

“Go ahead baby,” You whispered.

The little girl pushed the door open and ran for the bed. She jumped up, right on top of the man laying there. “Happy birthday, daddy!” Shouted as she sat on his back and shook his shoulders. “Wake up! Wake up! Mommy and I made you breakfast.”

You got into your side of the bed, set the plate down on your nightstand as Peter pretended to still be asleep.

He let out a loud fake snore.

“Daddy, wake up!”

You chuckled. “I think daddy might need some raspberries with his pancakes, Rory.”

Her eyes lit up. She smashed her face right into her daddy’s neck, making him flinch and laugh.

“Oh my I see how it is my girls wanna play games with me huh,” he scooped his little one up in his arms and raspberries her cheek before she could get away.

Rory squealed and struggled against him.

You laughed at the scene before you. But this caused both to stop, share a mischievous look before they’re both pouncing on you and giving you the raspberries now.

Which led to a full out tickle war, cold pancakes, and warm morning cuddles.

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[hoseoksactualass]

Riding Jimin’s face? Imagine his plump lips and his moans 🥺

 are u telling me to imagine something i’ve imagined 123456789987654323456 times anon? bcos yes. let me imagine that. ure a lucky anon bcos i am so in the mood to thirst and write rn so this is prolly gonna be long hehehehe

You thought Hoseok’s apartment’s kickback alcove was where you and Jimin would be fucking by now, but you’re just getting him priding himself over the fact that he’s actually beating someone at a video game. It’s a scoop off the living room wall that can fit five people, but Jimin’s ass sits on the edge like losing his kill streak would spit on his dignity.

You back should be on the wall, save for the throw pillows about to deluge you, but the lazy stretch in your legs is enough to make a point. You’d been losing in purpose to bore him, and it’s not like you wouldn’t lose anyway if you tried, but it only botches the pride of a man who has a history of daring to compete with god tier gamers like Jungkook or Tae. 

“I am demolishing you,” he says. A lack of context would make it sound better. 

“Biology is my excuse,” you huff. Admittedly, losing to Park Jimin still sucked. 

You can skip the 5-second respawn, but you let it count down to 0. “Maybe I am good and have just been playing with Taehyung and Jungkook too much.”

“Now your head’s just getting in your ass,” you scoff. 

“It’s not bad if it feels good,” he chuckles, a cute string of squeaks, but now you’re just ticked off. 

You give the room a good gaze. It’s like those Sims houses where you get everything in bulk when you’re rich enough. It’s genial— from the patterns in the throw pillows to the carpet under the coffee table a few steps to the right from the alcove, and it gets all tied together with white paint. Rich. Something Hoseok bought to sleep in, take pictures of, and flex before he whips himself out into the streets like parallel parking doesn’t make him screech. It’s even once or twice he’d touched this console ever since he bought it, so he’s handed the whole place (and console) to the pair of you for the time being as if that’s what will pacify you as Jung Hoseok leaves to party. Like this apartment is still so new, and he’s still so scared to leave it unmanned. You have the whole place to yourself, and you have no idea why Hoseok picked Jimin when all the pair have been doing their whole lives was complain about each others’ dorm habits. 

“Penny for your thought, babe,” his voice is soft against your ear. You thought now that he’s put two and two together and seen that you’ve zoned out and stopped playing, he’s all over you. You pretend like you don’t snap back into reality.

“Mm— it’s nothing, just bored,” you sit still, eyes still somewhere on the room like you weren’t done gazing. 

“Losing is boring, I know,” he mocks, following with a chuckle too loud and breathy to be close to your ear, so you move your head away with a scowl on your face. “Okay, I’ll stop. What time is it?”

He chases your lips, soft pecks that disrupt your speech and ability to even get up and check the time, because the softness is just too captivating. “Sex-in-the-5th-room-of-this-house time, but we’re late on that thanks to your outdated black ops streak,” you sigh as he lays you down. 

“Ah, that’s what you’ve been thinking about?,” you can feel his smirk on your neck, his sweater paws soft on your hips. 

He makes you sound like a fucking minx, but you know that’s what Jimin likes. “No, i was thinking about arranging furniture with you– Yes, Jimin,” you retort, and he chuckles as he leaves sticky kisses on you. 

“I owe you an apology, then, miss,” he kisses your chest. 

“You owe me more than that,” you try not to grin when you push him down and straddle him, his arms slightly lifted from the elbow almost in defense, but when you take your shirt off, he welcomes you taking charge with a smirk. “Hands where I can see them.”

He slowly lifts them, joins his wrists above his head like he’s done this before. You pull your hair tie off, flip it to one side for the effect, and Jimin bites down on his lip even more when you unbutton his pants. It takes a little shimmy off his waist, because it’s skintight and makes his thighs look glorious, but bare like now is something that can never lose. You pull them off with his boxers. 

“Touch yourself,” you command, eyeing him with a look that told him how pretty he was at this second. 

“I’m so dry—”

“Is that my problem?”

He’s shut up at that, bringing one hand down to his mouth, and you smile at the little spitting sound he makes. He doesn’t break eye contact when he lowers his hand to his cock. The room is silent enough that you hear the slow strokes. “Oh.”

“Now you’re enjoying, hm?,” you swat his hand away so he returns it above his head and replace the strokes with your own. Tight and warm, and it makes his hips cant up.

You’re comfortably sat next to him, cock in hand like you’re doing this all night, and you pump him all the way up and down in taut strokes that has the red of his skin showing from under the neckline of his sweater. 

“You like what you’re getting, babe?,” you titter. He has to swallow before he speaks, throat dry with the breathy moans he’s just let out with his mouth agape. 

“Y-Yes.”

“Don’t wanna beat me with your little controller all day anymore?”

“I don’t—anggh-,” he whimpers, hips bucking when you suddenly pick up your pace. But he keeps his hands above his head like a good boy. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

You lower yourself, bring your lips to his jaw, and he cranes his chin up to let you kiss him there. You hum as you do, trying to keep the quick pace in his cock as he whimpers above you, in dire need to touch you, but he knows better than to step out of your dirty plans for now. With your free hand, you lift his sweater up, drag your hand across the tense skin, feel the pull of his muscles with every jerk. “You’re so hard. Wanna cum?”

“Fuck—please, yes,” he curses. 

“Don’t cum,” you calmly say, and his moan rolls off as a forced growl in frustration. You bring the tip of your free finger to his nipple, playing with the bud until it hardened. He hisses. “Sensitive here, babe?”

“Y-Yeah, keep—keep doing that,” he tries so hard not to buck his hips up. All his nerves are lit with his battle against an orgasm and the magic of your fingers teasing the parts that made him blush. You play with the nipple more. “Hnngh—fuck-”

With a tight squeeze, you slow down, and a strangled moan leaves the wet of Jimin’s lips, but his body relaxes, and he catches his breath. “You’ll have to wait a bit to cum.”

He gulps, lifting his head to see what you’re up to next, face red and sweaty. He watches the way you easily slip out of your boyfriend jeans, and he wishes he could pull those panties off you, but that wasn’t his role today. You kick your underwear off and unclasp your bra. Jimin is full of love and cum, and it shows in the red of the tip of his cock, resting on his abdomen— an invitation for touch you pretend you don’t want to accept just yet. 

“Do I make you feel good?”

“Yes. Very.”

“I’ll give you the next move.”

He lowers his hands to push himself up on his elbows, ogling you up and down, and he licks his lips. “Let me taste you.”

Now it’s you who bites your lip as you carefully straddle his head. Jimin stays hard with the visual above him, your body curved, tits bare and perked up in the air. He wraps his arm around your thighs firmly, encouraging you to dip down on his lips, and he starts with collected licks— for the sole purpose of tasting you. 

Then when he’s sure he has you dripping to your inner thighs and your eyes already in your head, he indulges. Lips in a small O just snug enough to fit your clit and to suckle on it like punishment. 

“Oh—Oh, Jimin-,” you moan, trying to keep your hips still. He watches you, unaware of any place to put your hands on but your breasts, and he intently watches as you fondle yourself. Prides himself with the fact he’s under you and could still make you a writhing mess. He sucks with eager attention, vigor on his lips, and he feels every twitch of your body that stems from the inside. “Fuck—that’s so good.”

Then he slows his pace to soft, wet kisses that calm you down and tease you at the same time. You’re lost in a haze and can fully admit that’s what Jimin’s mouth does. His cock twitches when you roll your hips to grind your pussy down on him, and he thinks you do it so beautifully. He hums low as he sticks his tongue out, flattens it and moves his head up and down across your clit, slowly building up the speed to see you try so hard to keep still again. 

“R-Right there—shit,” you squeeze yourself, an impulse in your hands you have nowhere to release but on the heat of your body. You compose yourself enough to look down at him, and he makes instant eye contact, pupils dilated and dark in lust. He closes his lips again, sucking. “T-Touch your cock for me.”

His grip around your thigh tightens as he frees one hand to touch himself, gripping his cock like it’s on the verge of falling off, and he touches himself slow or he’ll cum too fast. 

You start rolling your hips, and he sucks wet every time your clit slides over his lips. You’re more careful than the times Jimin would sit back and let you get off on his thigh, but something about the shiver in your breaths makes him pump his cock faster. 

Your speed grows swifter, chasing the sensation of his lips, plump on your cunt, and with every elegant thrust of your hips, Jimin tries to match with the wet drag of his hand on his cock. “Tastes so—mff—fucking good.”

The stimulation makes you clench with each second, and the both of you wish you could feel that around his cock, but in the moment, you found the setting so hot, you wouldn’t bother cumming just like this. You feel that heat somewhere inside you. “Jimin—right there—fuck-”

Jimin moans against your pussy. With a tight fist around his cock. Shameless and set out to letting you gush all over his face, and he feels that same heat in some place he couldn’t pinpoint, but the air condenses on your skins, and he knows he’s gonna cum. 

You’re a mess, hot on the tail of your orgasm. It’s right fucking there, and it repetitively chokes moans out of you as you roll your hips against his lips faster. The motion makes Jimin moan with you, coaxing it out of the both of you, and you’re so ready to erupt; you could feel it— “Hngggh— ImcummingImcumming- god—”

Jimin’s knuckles are white. He lets your taste engulf him, eyes locked on the visual of your breaths and nose perched on the scent of sex, and with determined pumps, he cums in strings he hopes doesn’t spurt on Hoseok’s alcove couch. “Nggh—shit.”

You giggle, lip bit. “Stay right there.”

He’s still panting, right where you left him when you come back with tissue papers you’ll discard outside the apartment lest you want Hoseok to find out. You wipe him up, relieved that he didn’t cum too much to stain any of the pillows, and now the pair of you are soft around the edges with love. 

“You weren’t uncomfortable or anything?”

“No. That was the hottest thing ever.”

“Really?,” you smile, laying careful on him after you had pulled your panties back on. 

“Yeah. I seriously don’t know what the fuck video games are anymore. C’mere.”

He wraps his arms around you, cock and heart soft. 

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Okay so ik ur in he middle of writing a series rn but do you think you might ever revisit “the bad guy” & maybe do a part 2 where like another enemy comes along and y/n, e and gray have to maneuver thru it?? I’m sorry if you’ve already answered this but I am so hooked on these characters it’s not even funny. I’ll dead ass be in a lecture thinkin about their love story & the dynamic they had w/eachother. It reminds me sm of daisy & gatsby especially w/the national anthem vibes. Ughh I love it!💕

I love that you still think about them, cause I do too. I honestly had no plans, but I do have something written in case I change my plans.

It's totally unedited and filled with imperfections, but this is how I saw their story evolve next.

If anyone is interested, let me know. 💕

The Bad Guy - preview of a possible part two

He opens his eyes, the darkness around him seemingly moving through the cracks and pushing in. His right arm falls open to the side as he struggles to breathe, blindly reaching out for his nightstand, the top drawer where his inhaler resides. While his right hand struggles to grasp what nature intended to be his cure, his left one taps around the bed for his real remedy - his saving grace.

Finally finding the pump, he takes one puff for the wheezing to stop, allowing his mind to function properly.

His left hand comes up empty, void of what he holds dear and he sits up madly, looking around the room in a daze.

She's not there.

His already wild heart beats fast, letting his hands and feet numb further than when he awoke from his sleep.

But was it all a dream? Was Y/N ever real? If she is, did Mikhail really take her from him?

The questions in his mind drive him up the wall, his arms shaking and legs no longer able to hold him up, so he remains seated. Gripping at his hair, he feels the panic seep in, overtaken with cold sweat and trembling chin.

She must be real. He felt it in his heart. She wasn't just a dream, but her being gone could be more than his imagination.

She's not here.

Had she been there, she'd surely be tucked into his side, her cold feet warming on his calfs or at the very least she'd drape a leg over him.

She's not here.

It's more than panic, paralyzing him. He can't breathe, his lungs are heavy. He feels the air around him, pressing in, overwhelming. He finds his phone, pressing number one on instinct, knowing he had put her in because she's his number one girl. If she is his, she is always his number one dial.

The line goes silent, his mind unable to process the generic response of the caller not being available, eyes widened and a lump forming in his throat.

Wanting to scream, he chuckles because there he is, a man who fears nothing and yet he's absolutely lost in his fear of losing one girl he is no longer sure exists.

Columbia.

"If she's real, that's where she'll be." He whispers to himself, scrambling to his feet without putting on any clothes. Only in his briefs, Grayson runs out of his mansion and sits into his Porsche, driving at illegal speed toward where he might find her.

One of the cops recognize his car, not stopping him. As if he would stop.

Finally on campus, he parks in front of her dorm and rushes out.

Room 23, he thinks, already finding himself before the red door and his heart stumbles on itself when he realizes she must be there. He can't be imagining everything, believing he isn't that creative.

Connecting his fist with the door, he pounds on it impatiently. Until the lock is heard and the door creaks open, her nose and her right eye the only parts of her peaking out.

He sees her eye widen in recognition, the door opening instantly and her worried face meeting his unsteadiness.

"Gray?"

In one move, he grabs her smaller form and presses her into his chest, folding his arms around her. His nose buried in her hair at the top of her head, his hands at her sides, crossed at her back, her arms wrapping around him as well.

"Shhh. It's okay. I'm here." Her voice is muffled by his chest, but the sound of it alone makes his heart calmer and the smell of her hair puts his mind at ease.

She doesn't fight his embrace, for this isn't the first time he came to her room completely out of his mind. Physical touch is what he needs now and not the sexual kind. He needs to feel her, breathe her in and she allows him.

Slowly pushing him in, she kicks the door close and moves him to her bed. She notes the warm, naked back and the muscular built going up and down under her fingertips, realizing he must have had a bad dream. She told him to call her if he needed her, come what may she'd be there. But here he is, in all his glory, trembling like a scared child in her dorm room.

Laying him down, Y/N snuggles into his side, enjoying his strong arms as they push her into him and the way his palms go up and down her skin to assure himself of her existence.

Tenderly, she presses kisses into his chest and neck, reminding him she's with him as she promised to be.

Ever since Mikhail nearly killed both of them, despite the man being dead, Grayson had been restless. They didn't talk much about his gang related work, knowing it upsets both of them as result. But it didn't stop Y/N from insisting Grayson finds help for his nightmares that usually led him to her door at ungodly times and all in his underwear.

Although she insisted living on her own in a dorm, she's become quite aware he needs her with him. She's been splitting her time to the best of her ability between his bed and her own, wanting to permanently give into his requests of her moving in. It's hellish, making a decision between having all she wanted in the accelerated med school programme and having Grayson, what she never thought would be an option.

"You're really here." He mumbles, eyes closed and already drifting off, failing to notice the tears in her eyes as she chooses him above all.

"I am. I always will be."

Once the morning came, Y/N's alarm wakes them both in the most frustrating way possible.

The "I like to move it" song blares, startling them and as big as Grayson is and as small as Y/N's bed is, he nearly dropped Y/N on the floor when he jumped up. Catching her mid fall, pressed against the bed frame with his arms, a scream dies kn her throat and her hands grab at him for support.

"You good?" Grayson chuckles, half thinking how he's too old, too rich for dorm rooms and half thinking how lucky he is to be in her dorm room.

"Think it's time." She grumbles, helping him pull her up into the safety of his chest, draping her leg over his stomach for a better hold.

"For what?" Grayson leaves a kiss atop her head, running his fingers up and down her arm, his ring grazing her skin lightly.

"For me to move back with you." She sighs, enjoying the feathered coldness his ring brings to her warm skin. She's always cold when she sleeps alone, yet sleeping with Grayson, a human volcano, she finds herself burning up.

Grayson's lips part, trying to hold in a confused, but excited gasp. She always makes him feel like a high school girl with a crush, still going through puberty: senselessly blind and constantly confused, wanting to gush about his feeling for her and write poems even if he's not particularly good at it.

"Didn't you say it would take you forever to get here and it would affect your grades?" Grayson asks, still holding in his true feelings. He respects how hard she works, her ambition and drive endlessly, even admires her for it, but he also wishes she'd just be with him...all the time. God knows he had more money than he can spend in seven lifetimes, she need not work a single day of her life, yet he knows how important it is for her which is why he offers his home to her every month, but never pressures her into accepting.

"Yes. But I also want to wake up in your arms every morning like this without falling on my ass. I'll just have to take my Impala and put it into use for the drives, a few hours lost is better than being away from you so long." She excuses, refusing to tell him the truth; that she's worried for him.

After all, Grayson is a head of the most formidable criminal organization, a gang as some would say, and he can't afford to show weakness and these dreams might come across as such. When she's there, the dreams tend to go away. Most of all, she makes sure he takes his prescription and attends his therapy sessions.

"You know I'd love that, but only if you're sure. It's a big move in a relationship and neither of us have much practice there. It's also a strain on you, so if you're absolutely sure, I would love nothing more." Practical, very self aware and extremely protective response put in the sweetest, most gentle way possible. There's the charming, magnetic man she loves so much. Right underneath the rubble. But she found she loves the rubble too.

"I'm sure." She lifts herself up, just barely enough to peck the tip of his nose because that always made him scrunch up and his lips whirl to the side into the cutest smile she had ever seen and that's what she loved the most - having such an effect on him that she discovers new things about him that not even Grayson himself knows.

Lazily, his hand slides down her back and rests upon her bum, squeezing it a little too hard but not enough to make it painful, although she never opposed to a little pain. Releasing the flesh he wanted to take a bite out of, he taps her gently, like a summer breeze.

"In that case, get that cute ass to class and I'll call a few people to help me move all this by the end of the day." Grayson taps her but once more, getting a happy giggle in return only prompting a crooked smile of his own to appear.

She tumbled over to her side, barely managing to survive the fall from grace she considered his chest to be, only to throw on the first thing she could find - a deep green summer dress, falling to her ankles where a tattoo rests; one she got after being saved by the members of The house of the rising sun. As her eternal gratitude, the rising sun tattoo on her right ankle will forever be there to remind her why she's able to giggle with her boyfriend while running late to class.

"And take a banana and an energy bar with you!" He commands, the change in his voice now evident to her. She could always tell when he simply suggests something in comparison to when he orders her to do something, when he dared to do such a bold thing.

Y/N didn't mind this particular demand, knowing this is just another way Grayson shows his love for her because she does forget to eat on time and his nagging helps keep her healthy and at the top of her game.

Quickly pecking his lips, she stumbles toward her door and turns around to take him in. Just for one moment longer her eyes remain on his faintly lit sculptured body, the sun rays dancing on the tan skin. His hair is a mess, his eyes tired but bright and his lips curled into a self satisfied smirk because he knows she's checking him out.

"Clothes are in the drawers." She begins, Grayson joining her for the last part to be said in unison.

"Second one from the bottom." Both smile, giving them enough soul food to survive the day.

Some would consider this a mundane thing, but for Grayson it was extraordinary, magic even. For a man who didn't think he'd live to see his thirtieth birthday, this was the epitome of happiness.

The men came quickly, packing all Y/N's things except her underwear, for Grayson had packed that before anyone even showed up. Maybe being jealous over his men seeing the sexy underwear he loked to provide her with is silly, but he wanted to be the only one with such privileges.

Just as they're leaving the day at its end, Grayson finds Ethan rushing in with a crazed look in his eyes.

"Where the fuck have you been all day?!" Ethan speaks through gritted teeth in hushed voices.

"Why?" A dark look befalls Grayson as he already knows something is happening and it's bad. It's always bad.

He spent the past year trying to make right of his wrongs, legitimize his work, but that can't ever be entirely done.

"Silver Snakes heard you closing up shop, and declared New York an open season." Ethan hissed, finding Grayson's face harden like stone.

"I am still the leader. I am still the Capo." Grayson's jaw clenches, only now seeing he and Ethan aren't alone.

"What does open season mean?" Her voice is determined, but the fear in her tone doesn't go unnoticed by either of them.

"It means they want this territory." Ethan answers instead, seeing his brother had gone back to the cold person he was before he ever met Y/N.

Grayson still considered New York his playground and he definitely had no intention giving up such a prized possession many died for him to keep.

"The Silver Snakes must have found out Gray has you now and in our world that means weakness. When one has a weakness, he can be dealt with. You're a liability." Ethan continues until Y/N starts to shake her head, her chin trembling instead of her lips because her jaw is clenched tightly enough to prevent that from happening.

"What does that mean? How does he get the territory?" Y/N insists, walking toward Grayson.

"It means Grayson has to die. Both of us. Heirs if there are any as well." And that's when her world comes crashing down once more.

"We can fight this. Them." She quickly moved ahead, standing on her tiptoes to cup Grayson's face and bring his eyes to her instead of the faraway place this piece of information took him to.

"We will prevail. As always." He noticed her speak in plural, meaning she would fight with him and although he loved her for it, that is exactly why he's so scared now. That's a part of her magic; she sees the sun even in the darkest days.

[alrightinbed-betterwithapen]

Blue — Part One — David Dobrik x Reader

A/N: Hey-yo to anyone reading! This is my first time posting my work ever and it’s about the king maker, D. Dobrik. I hope you all enjoy it, I’m open to all criticism. Lemme know if the posting is weird or off. Un-beta’d rn, but I try to heavily edit. This is the first part of prolly a few parts that are in the works. I almost have the second part done, so we’ll see how this goes. Anywho, Kisses!

Warnings: slight dub-con, dom/sub, lack of communication, roughness, language, slightly smutty.

Summary: You never did claim you were smart when it comes to David. He’s turning in his seat to look at you and, of course, you shudder slightly.

You won’t leave until he tells you to...

It really was a simple arrangement at first.

—- x —-

Blue.

You liked blue the best. Green was a close second though.

You could lose track of time while staring at the deep blue that the bruise on your upper thigh was changing into. The bruise that started as a murky, ink water looking black color, was now blossoming into a sickly navy around the edges, the center of it still dark and swampy.

The green would appear in the next half day, ease its way next to the bluish, blackish mess. The green would make itself a home where the blue began, right along the edge. Maybe they would mix and create a painful yellow, a yellow you’d push at.

Hard.

Deep.

Angry.

Yellow was pretty, but you couldn’t accept it. No. Because yellow meant almost healed. Yellow meant in recovery. And there was no way in hell you’d allow your bruises to heal.

No, not when the rest of you was so, so not ready to get better.

Not if this was what being hurt meant.

You loved blue.

—- x —-

The hands gripping your upper thighs is too much. Too painful. Too heavy.

You let out a whimper, even though your whole body is shaking as you try holding it back.

“Oh,” he says, emotionless, “Oh no,” then his hands are gone. Pushing back off your thighs, pushing so your balance sways from where you are seated on the edge of the black upholstered pool table. Your legs still spread from where he stood just moments before.

David stands in front of you, an arms reach or two away, still and unmoving. His eyes hold the same anger you’ve become use to with him, hands clenched at his sides. His lips are swollen, but probably not as red or obvious as the trail of biting, stinging kisses he was just leaving from your collarbone and up your neck.

“You made a sound. I thought we discussed this earlier”, he murmurs through almost closed lips. His eyes never waver, never blink. All you can do is try to lessen the squirm that makes its way out of you.

Disappointment radiates down his body as he tips his head to the left, cracking his neck, and bring his arms crossed on his chest.

“We- you did. I’m sor-“ and the words tumble out before you can stop them.

He hates apologies. He also hates when you disobey the very clear cut rules he has started laying out at the beginning of each of these visits.

“Eh!” He tuts, livid, successfully shushing whatever your half baked excuse was going to be. Then he’s moving forwards, faster than you can comprehend, to grip your jaw in his left hand. He uses enough force that his fingers slip up and make your lips purse, eyes going wide. You can’t stop them from tearing up.

You have a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“Your Uber will be here in a bit. Make sure you wait outside.”

His words hang in the air as he drops his hand from you, retracting sharply. Then there’s this sneer, slightly over drawn on his lips, but spitting venom nonetheless.

Then, there’s his back turned to you, walking across the living space and down his hallway.

Then there’s you, perched on the edge of a pool table, alone.

This is the first time he leaves bruises.

—- x —-

The only concealer that worked to cover the slight bruise on your jaw was expensive and you’re damn glad the worst of it was on your thighs. ‘Cause fuck, this is not something you wanted to add to your routine, financially or physical.

Your phone dings when a new message comes in. You finish wiping off the last of your days makeup, the deep yellow bruise appearing fully on the bottom half of your face.

Picking you up at 4am. Don’t make me wait.

It was fifteen past seven in the evening. You had a late lunch around four, and to be honest, your appetite hadn’t been right since you had been kicked out by him three nights ago. But, you weren’t ready for bed. You weren’t even that tired yet, but also, not nearly amped enough to stay up until the earliest of morning hours.

No. No way.

Fuck.

You’re already making your way to find pajamas to lay out, as you finished the internal struggle in your head. Why fight? It’s obvious which side wins.

Fuck him.

The octave skipping groan you let out into your bedroom does makes you feel a little bit better. It’s just slightly cathartic. It make you feel a little more in control of this evening.

Then, you’re walking briskly back to the bathroom to have a quick shower and jump into bed.

Fuck me.

Your desire to finish what was stopped so abruptly, is waaay out weighing your need to stand up for yourself. Not tonight.

Tonight, you’ll listen if it kills you.

—- x —-

The crisp air of the early morning makes your skin prickle. It charges every atom in your body for what you hope happens tonight... this morning. Whatever. It also helps wake your ass up.

It’s twenty til four. You had set your alarm for fifteen past three, because you’re pathetic and desperate. But you’ve never pretended to be anything less with David. Otherwise, this whole dynamic would never work.

Your hands itch for a cigarette, the menthol ones sitting in front of you on the sleek, white outdoor table on your balcony. They’re only a slight reach away, but that’s a fifty/fifty gamble, isn’t it?

David’s pulled a cigarette from between your lips and thrown it to the ground before. All while whispering obscenities about pretty girls who taste like tar in your ear. But later that night, he was licking into your mouth trying to chase the taste and then he fucked you stupid.

So, all bets are off.

You decide to not tempt fate as your phone starts beeping three shrill notes before pausing, getting ready to beep again. It’s sad how fast you answer, pathetic really.

“Are you up?”

It’s ten til four now. You breathe a sigh of relief and say, “Yeah, I’m waiting on my balcony. I’ve been up for half an hour.”

You literally cringe at yourself, so forthcoming with him, down to the most mundane details. You shrink in your seat and bring you legs up to your chest, and then back down, jittery with nerves. His deep, ringing laughter sounds through the phone and doesn’t help you relax at all.

“Good girl,” he purrs, amusement still thick in his low growling voice. “Now, get downstairs.”

The line dies before you can reply, thankfully. You would have betrayed yourself again, a sheepish Yes Sir bound to have come out of you weakly. And knowing your luck, he would be in a Yes Daddy mood and your night would start with a punishment that would get you off, but leave you empty.

You’re up, grabbing your phone and keys, bee lining for the door. With your old white Vans slipped on and black zip up hoodie pulled around your frame, you glance to the mirror just right of your front door. Your jaw bruise is more faded than a couple hours ago, but still noticeable. Your hair is tamed, but still a mess and there’s not a bit of makeup on your sleepy face. David doesn’t like make up on you. He hates the way the mascara and tears stain your cheeks.

The walk out your door and down to him feels equally like a short journey to salvation and a long crawl towards hell. You are always torn, it’s what you want, but not quite. He’s not enough and far too much, and you’re addicted.

As you make your way to the edges of the parking lot, you can see his blue light illuminated face tilted down towards his phone. His brow is furrowed and you have a feeling you’re in for it tonight. He doesn’t glance up as you wait for him to open the passenger side door of his white, shiny Tesla, but his fingers push the button. He doesn’t acknowledge you while you get seated and start to buckle up, except to prod at the same button to close the door. He pulls at neck of his red hoodie, and sits up to drive.

You could speak first, but the fear of setting him off stops you. He’s pulling out of the parking space, phone haphazardly being thrown into the center console. It’s when you’re pulling the seatbelt the final few inches around your body to secure, that he reaches over to grab your wrist, stopping you.

“You don’t trust my driving?”

What a loaded fucking question. It’s like he’s trying to get you to piss him off, and that’s a bad sign in itself. You’re stuck staring at his profile while he gazes out onto the road.

He means, you don’t trust me?

No. Not particularly. You barely trust him with your orgasms (and that has shown to be a bad idea lately), let alone your life.

But that’s not a wise answer. That’s a very stupid answer. Especially since his knuckles are slowly growing white as his grip tightens on the wheel. He’s growing impatient while waiting for a response.

You drop the seat belt from your hand, the hand David hadn’t dropped yet, and let it snap back to where it rests near the door. The beginnings of a smirk make his lips tilt up. He still doesn’t look at you as he pulls his hand back. You want the ground to swallow you whole.

The red imprint of his fingers around your wrist where his hand had held you moments ago was already fading away. Not a bruise this time. Why did that make you ache?

“Besides, you can’t blow me with your seat belt on,” he says so, so casually, you have to stop yourself from recoiling.

He still doesn’t fucking look at you. And you have to make your eyes stop being so god damn wide as his left hand goes to push down his black sweatpants, past his hips to settle on his upper thighs. He’s just slightly hard, and you salivate. You’re pushing your self up on the seat and across the console in two long blinks (and far too quickly to be called anything other than needy). Your eyes look down to his growing member and then up to his face, over and over. You’re licking your lips before pooling the saliva in your mouth to the front, getting ready to sloppily and messy take him in.

His right hand sharply stops you, quickly tangling itself in the back of your hair and pulling you to a stop. There might have been a beep from the car signaling self drive mode was activated while you made your way over the console, but you can’t be sure. What you are aware of is the hand still gripped in your hair and the other reaching to your jaw, fitting nicely onto the bruise still lingering, to pull your face level with his.

He looks right through you.

“I didn’t say you could start,” he says with an adoring tilt to his voice that is counter active to the way he pulls at your hair harder and grips your jaw tighter. You’re being pushed forcefully back into the passenger seat like a rag doll and then he’s back to his natural position at the wheel. Staring straight ahead as goes to enable control of the vehicle and swiftly pull up the waistband of his pants. His amused, smitten voice unchanging when he says, “So eager that you don’t wait for my orders. Should I turn around, drop you back off?”

His left index and middle finger tap the wheel pointedly, staggered. The sound looms in your silence. You shake your head and murmur the quietest No you can muster. You back is flat against the passenger door where he tossed you. You can only stare ahead at him. Frozen.

“Tonight, you do not take initiative, you do what I tell you. You don’t speak or make noises unless I allow you to. You don’t think for yourself, at all. Starting now.”

You think his words should be a question. You think there should be a negotiation and an open line of communication. You think, this is the moment where you should be able to say “no,” and “please, not tonight,” and “I just want to make you feel good, I want to be good for you but I can’t under those terms.”

But that’s not how this works. That’s not how this had ever worked.

He watches you, from the corner of his eye, nod twice in your seat. His tilted smirk lights his face up with mischief. He doesn’t look at you for the rest of the ride to his house.

—- x —-

This whole arrangement had been perfect for the both of you, and casual as hell. It was the ideal way to compartmentalize the hectic schedules you both survived every day. You each had your own busy lives that neither of you felt the need to mix and complicate with a full functioning relationship. Not when it was really only the lack of sex that put you both on edge and unable to focus on your own lives and careers. The two of you were similar in this aspect, workaholics with control and self care issues.

This though, the pain and dominance or whatever, this was newer.

He had started this several weeks ago, with a simple request to not move a fucking muscle after he changed positions. He repositioned you on your knees, elbows bracing your weight under you and ass pulled up high. Even after his brutal thrusts had returned, you didn’t tremble or shake. You didn’t shift your weight or adjust your elbows. You were still. And David came embarrassingly fast.

But you’re one to talk, you came twice before he did, sweating profusely with the exertion of not moving.

From then, it was in everything you did. The requests became bolder and started appearing earlier in the nights you spent together. His requests quickly turned to orders over the course of three and a half weeks to the point you’re at now.

Just waiting, silently, in his car for the instructions to get out and follow him as he kills the engine.

You can’t remember the last time you were able to ask him how his day was. Even if it was an empty pleasantry, you did kind of miss it. You missed feeling like every thing you did around him wasn’t a fuck up.

You’re not sure if he’s gotten angrier or just accepted himself more, but the sudden changes in him has given you emotional whiplash along side the marks he physically left. You hated this as much as you loved it.

And if you were smart, you’d cut this shit off right now. You’d get out, call your own Uber and fucking wait for it at the curb outside the gates to his property, like you did last night. You’d cut your losses and high tail it before you broke completely under his will.

Well, you never did claim you were smart when it comes to David.

He’s turning in his seat to look at you and, of course, you shudder slightly. You won’t leave until he tells you to.

It really was a simple arrangement at first.

—- x —-

Part Two — Part Three — Part Four — Part Five

[vanderlinde-moved]

[. . .REPLY?]

Cassian really has to get a report done for Draven, but Jyn's drunk and really doesn't care.

this was written for the rebelcaptain secret santa for the lovely @rapidashpatronus! the prompt "I thought I’d already said so." i hope you enjoy!

also, major shoutout to @skitzofreak for letting me use her messaging/comm traffic format!! y’all should check out her “Message Traffic” series where it’s used and honestly their work is a+

read it on ao3!

HOTH INTERNAL MESSAGING SERVERS

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LOGIN

username: cassianandor

password: *******************

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WELCOME, CAPTAIN CASSIAN ANDOR.

you currently have three unread messages in your inbox.

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Erso [21:55]: cassian are u there ??

Erso [22:01]: are u busyy

Erso [22:07]: casssssssss

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Andor [22:12]: I’m here, but I need to get this report done for Draven.

Erso [22:13]: come to bodhi’s shuttle rn

Erso [22:13]: i’m celebratign

Erso [22:14]: *celebartin g

Erso [22:15]: clebrating

Erso [22:16]: u know what i mean

Andor [22:19]: Are you drunk?

Erso [22:21]: no

Andor [22:24]: Are you sure?

Erso [22:27]: ok yse fime han brought so me drinks

Erso [22:30]: but for a go od reasons

Andor [22:32]: What are you celebrating?

Erso [22:40]: bea t bodhi in sabbacc finallyyyy

Andor [22:43]: How did you manage to do that?

Erso [22:44]: cheated

Andor [22:46]: Of course you did.

Erso [22:48]: cass u still there?

Andor [22:50]: I’m still here, Jyn.

Erso [22:51]: i miss u

Erso [22:52]: comee here

Andor [22:55]: I’m trying to write my report, but I’ll come over once I’m done, okay?

Andor [23:05]: Jyn?

Erso [23:06]: no

Erso [23:08]: don’t woryr bout it casss im on my wau

Andor [23:10]: Jyn, I’m almost done. Give me twenty more minutes and I’ll meet you at Bodhi’s shuttle.

Erso [23:14]: hmmnm

Erso [23:15]: nooooo thansk

Andor [23:19]: Jyn?

Andor [23:25]: Please just stay there.

 Andor [23:27]: Bodhi, has Jyn by any chance left your shuttle?

Rook [23:30]: who

Rook [23:30]: ?

Andor [23:31]: Jyn.

Rook [23:33]: i dont talk 2 cheaters

Andor [23:36]: We’ve all caught you cheating at sabacc before, Bodhi.

Andor [23:41]: Bodhi?

Andor [23:50]: [unsent] Why do I even bother

 Andor [23:56]: [unsent] Solo, how much alcohol

 Erso [00:04]: ok im on my wa y

Erso [00:04]: sorryi go t distrcted

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The sound of his door opening startles him so much that Cassian almost drops his datapad into his lap. He turns to the culprit–Jyn, of course–who’s slamming a bottle onto his desk and is now looming over him with a cheeky smile. “Hey, Cass.”

“Jyn,” he says, exhaling heavily, but smiling nonetheless. Other than the way she’s swaying on his desk–he has to reach a hand up to steady her so she doesn’t fall off–she doesn’t look too drunk. It’s definitely not to the level of the time she challenged Solo to a drinking contest–now that had been messy. The image of her telling Bodhi she’d kill for him pops into his mind, and he has smother a grin behind a hand.

He shakes his head, bringing him back to the present and the smiling woman in front of him. “You walked all this way by yourself?”

“I wanted to see you,” she says, somewhat absently. Her eyes dart around the room, but when she refocuses on his face, she smiles broadly. It’s almost as if she’s seeing him for the first time, her face sparkling and full of wonder. “I missed you.”

“Jyn, I’ve got to get this report typed and sent to Draven in an hour,” he replies, glancing between the bottle on his desk and her face. Despite himself, he can already feel his focus slipping through his fingers. Jyn tended to do that to him; whenever she’s in the room, all of his attention goes right to her, no matter what else is happening. Still, he makes a valiant effort to try and get his work done. “I thought I’d already said so–didn’t we have this same conversation about thirty minutes ago?”

“Probably,” she tells hims, hoisting herself up on his desk so he’s forced to pay more attention to her. Her legs dangle off the edge, with the back of her heels drumming against the side. There’s not enough room for both his datapad and Jyn, so he tosses his work to the side and sighs, despite the small smile tugging at his lips. “Turns out–I’m not really. . .that great at listening. Or reading. You know.”

“I don’t know how you haven’t been kicked out of the Rebellion yet,” he mutters fondly (because it’s always fondness for her, always), tugging her off of the desk and into his lap. She yelps, surprised, but wraps her arms around his neck all the same, leaning in to press her forehead against his. In such close contact he can smell the alcohol on her breath, but he finds that he doesn’t mind, simply content to be as close to her as possible.

“I suppose that I have you to thank for that,” she says, giving him a small grin before leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips. When she pulls away, he groans at the loss of contact. But as he tries to pull her back in for another, she dances away from him, a teasing look flashing on her face.

“I thought you were trying to distract me?” he asks, his voice slightly hoarse. Jyn smirks, slipping off his lap and grabbing his arm to pull him to the bed. Even with the work he has to do, he doesn’t resist her, following willingly. Draven can wait a little longer.

(with jyn here, he knows that everything else he has to do doesn’t stand a chance of getting completed.

he’d accepted a long, long time ago that she will always come first.)

She snatches the bottle off the desk with her free hand, then joins him on the bed. He tries to protest, but it dies on his lips. “Jyn, I really do have to write that report–”

“C’mon, Cass,” she teases, and he relents finally, propping himself up against the wall and pulling her into his embrace. He wraps an arm around her shoulder, and she curls up into his side. “Here,” she offers, pushing the bottle into his hands. “Brought you something.”

He accepts it with a raised eyebrow, peering down into it. There’s nothing in it, except for a small amount of liquid at the bottom. Still, he appreciates the effort. “You brought me an empty bottle?”

“There was–Corellian gin in it, I think. I drank it on the way,” she mutters, stretching her arms up over her head, then hooks one around his neck so she’s the one holding him. She shifts closer, and his heart swells at the way she trusts him enough to be this vulnerable. Most of the time, he knows, she’s expecting a vibroblade in the back. “Took me awhile to get back over here.”

“I’d be wrong in assuming you didn’t get into any trouble, wouldn’t I?”

Jyn hums, closing her eyes and running her fingers through his hair. She’s just as easily distracted by his presence as he is by hers. “Not that much.”

“Care to elaborate?” he asks wryly, pressing a kiss to her forehead and letting his eyes wander. Her hands look uninjured and he can’t see any bruises on her exposed skin, but he still has to ask. “Please tell me you didn’t get into any fights.”

She grins down at him, her eyes fluttering open. “You have to give me another kiss if you want answers,” she taunts, as if that would be a big sacrifice, as if he’d ever refuse a request from her.

Cassian shifts to cup her face and pulls her face down into a kiss. She turns to wrap her other arm around his neck, deepening it, and he groans into her mouth as she moves from his side onto his lap, her hips straddling his waist. However, just like last time, she moves away before anything else can happen with a smile on her face and laughter dancing in her eyes.

He doesn’t let that deter him. “You need to uphold your end of the bargain, Sergeant,” he murmurs with mock-seriousness, pulling her closer to him so she rests her head in the crook of his neck, with hands splayed out on her back so he can hold her tighter. “We had a deal.”

“I saw Leia in the hallway,” she says, her voice muffled from the way her face is pressed into the front of his jacket. “I might have told her–Cass! Your fingers are cold!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he chuckles, though he doesn’t move his hands from where he slipped them underneath her jacket. It’s payback for all the times she’s purposely gone barefoot to bed so she could poke him with her freezing toes, sliding her feet up his pant legs. “You were talking to–Jyn!”

“Two can play that game, Captain,” she laughs, dipping her fingers down past the collar of his parka and onto his bare skin. He tries to squirm away from her, but she only presses forward with her attack. Soon enough, they’re a pile of tangled limbs on the bed. Jyn’s straddling Cassian’s hips and looming over him, panting slightly with exertion. She sinks forward until she’s laying on top of him, resting her chin on his sternum so she can look him in the eye.

Her hair, loose and unbound, falls into his face, and he huffs out a breath to get it out of his mouth. “What did you say to Leia?”

“Can I borrow your parka?” Jyn asks instead, letting her fingers dance over the hood. “I like the,” she raises her hands to her head and makes something that looks like a halo in the air, “I like the fur.”

“You’re literally wearing a coat right now,” he tugs gently at the material of her jacket to prove it to her. Knowing Jyn, who’s both determined and stubborn when faced with something she wants, she probably doesn’t care about that fact. “Why do you need to wear mine?”

“I’ll tell you what I said to Leia if you let me wear your parka.”

“We have a deal,” he murmurs, reaching up to card one of his hands through her hair. She closes her eyes and hums appreciatively, leaning into his touch. “I already gave you a kiss, remember?”

“Yeah.”

“What did you tell Leia?”

“I told her that she should hurry up and ask Han out on a date already,” she whispers, propping her chin up with one of her arms. “He kept looking for her at Bodhi’s shuttle but she never showed up.” She reaches forward to twine his hair in her hands, tugging softly and wrapping a strand between her fingers. “How do you get your hair so soft?”

“I asked the Force very nicely to give me good hair,” he answers with a grin. He uses her distraction to his advantage, sitting up suddenly and flipping them so he’s the one laying on top. Careful not to put all of his weight on her, he braces most of it on his elbows, settling between her open legs. He’s not surprised in the slightest–leave it to Jyn to meddle in other people’s businesses. “What did Leia say to that?”

“She told me that I should mind my own kriffing business and that I was a no good, two-timing moof milker. Then she stormed off.”

This time, he tries to hide his laughter by tucking his head in Jyn’s neck, but it’s no use. His whole body shakes with the effort, and after a few beats, he doesn’t bother trying to be subtle.

“What?” she splutters indignantly. “Stop laughing, I’m right!”

“I know,” he says, though he’s still laughing when he looks up. There’s a stubborn smile pulling up at Jyn’s lips too, even though he can see she’s trying to keep it from him. “They really need to get their shit together, hmm?”

Jyn opens her mouth to respond, but her comm dings, interrupting her train of thought. She shuffles out from underneath Cassian and grabs it on the bedside table. Confusion creases her forehead, so he sits up and watches as she struggles to log herself in.

“I give up,” she complains, holding the holopad out for him. The look of frustration on her face has him clamping down on another grin. “Can you log me in?”

“Sure,” he says easily, taking the device from her. It only takes him a few seconds to pull up her message logs.

HOTH INTERNAL MESSAGING SERVERS

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[accessing. . .]

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LOGIN

username: jynerso

password:

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“Ah, Jyn?”

“Hmm?

“What’s your password?”

She makes some sort of noise that he can’t distinguish, rolling over on the bed to press her face into the blankets. He raises an eyebrow in amusement. “I didn’t quite catch that, Jyn.”

Her next response is mumbled so quickly he barely catches it. “‘I love Cassian.’”

“Is that one word or three?”

“Cass!” she whines, flipping over to grab one of the pillows and throw it at him. Even drunk, she still has deadly aim, but he’s known her long enough to expect her patterns. Without batting an eye he swats it away with his free hand, smirking.

He types in her password once he knows that she’s not going to throw anything else at him, then tosses her holopad back to her. She scans the words in front of her, then snorts. He moves closer to her to read over her shoulder. “It’s mostly from Solo. And a couple messages from Bodhi.”

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WELCOME, SERGEANT JYN ERSO.

you currently have six unread messages in your inbox.

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Solo [00:15]: you want t explain why her royl highnes just came on the shuttle an demanded to know why i put you up to askin her about going on a date??

Solo [00:16]: you and i both kno i did no such thing

Solo [00:20]: ERSO

Solo [00:21]: you cant jus put me in situatons like this an d not respond !!

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Her fingers move before he can stop her, typing out a response that’s barely legible. Though, in her defense, Han’s just as drunk as she is. He’s sure that the smuggler will be able to decode it easily.

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Erso [00:24]: u kno what u neeed 2 do

Solo [00:26]: youve got to be kiding me, kid

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Jyn doesn’t spare a second glance at Solo’s response, instead swiping her finger up to get to the next set of messages from Bodhi. Cassian would feel bad for him if he didn’t know him any better. Quite frankly, he agrees with Jyn. Although he’d never say it out loud, Solo and Leia need to get their shit together.

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Rook [00:16]: u make it t cassian’s room

Rook [00:16]: still mad at u tho

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 Erso [00:28]: cass says im the best sabacc player erver so eat that roook

Erso [00:29]: i wonn

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“It was easy to beat Bodhi once I figured out his weakness,” she announces suddenly, looking up at him with a face that just begs him to ask what it is. Her holopad sits absently in her lap, but she doesn’t do anything about it, letting her screen go dark.

“And that would be?”

“Luke Skywalker.”

“You got Luke to help you cheat?” he asks her dubiously.

She shakes her head. “I just invited him to play with us. Since Bodhi was looking at him the entire time, he wasn’t–” she trails off, then blinks rapidly before continuing. “Bodhi wasn’t looking at my hands so it was easier to cheat. And then I won.”

She holds up her hand for a high five. He reaches over to slap her hand, but she grabs his hand before he can, pulling it closer to her. He can’t help but laugh at the look on her face. “Jyn–”

“This is mine now,” she murmurs, her eyes drooping sleepily, but her grip on his hand doesn’t loosen up.

“That’s fine. You can have the other one too, if you’d like.”

“No. Jus’ this one.”

“I think it’s time you got some sleep,” Cassian says gently, snatching the holopad from her hands before she can pretend he said anything else. “You’ve shipping out tomorrow, right?”

“That’s why we all met to play sabacc,” she yawns, stretching her arms over her head. It takes both of them, but he manages to get Jyn both out of her coat and heavy outer layers, then into bed.

He shoots a mournful look at his datapad and the report he ultimately knows won’t get finished before tomorrow as he folds her clothes on the desk. Once he’s stripped as well, he climbs into bed at her side. She curls up next to him with a content sigh, hugging him closer. “I’m going to miss you, Cass.”

It sounds as if she’s almost asleep when she tells him that, and his heart aches. “You’ll be home soon,” he says quietly, even though he has no idea when she’ll be back. “And you can comm me anytime.”

“You’ll respond?”

“I’ll always respond,” he promises, rubbing his thumb up and down on her arm. “Even when I’m in a meeting with Draven and he’s talking about something I should be paying attention to.”

That makes her smile; he can see it even in the darkness. “You’re going to get kicked out the Rebellion.”

“I’ll just tell him it’s your fault.”

“That’s fair,” she replies, sliding her hands up his shirt again. This time, he doesn’t flinch away, wanting to be as close to her as possible despite her cold hands. “I still wish you had been there.”

“Next time,” he says softly. “I promise.”

She yawns again. “Even if you have work and–and no time?”

“I’ll always make time for you.” Even as he says it, he knows it’s true. While the Rebellion is extremely important to him, Jyn is too.

(the rebellion is his whole life, and has always been, but she’s wormed his way into his heart and now he can’t live without her.)

Jyn blinks up at him owlishly, then rests her head on his chest. “Goodnight, Cap’n.”

“Night, Jyn. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

“Mhmm.”

With that, he tightens his arms around her sleeping form as if his sheer will alone could keep her on Hoth, and closes his eyes.

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Solo [00:34]: erso you annd i are going to have a talk on the falcon tomrrow

Solo [00:35]: dont tell the princesss

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