#I've had a headache I can't get rid of for days now... I can't wait for my weekend sunday and monday!

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

We're strangers these days (but that has to be enough)

damn your love, damn your lies - series masterlist here

pairing: roy harper x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.3k

genre: angst (happy ending to come <3)

warnings: ex bf roy harper but I promise they're gonna get back together (eventual happy ending), reader is kinda stressed and unwell, reader also wears glasses, hopeful ending here

a/n: is this any good bc you know sometimes I can't tell

You ignore the first knock on your apartment door. You know who it is. You know because it's always him, and because the sound of his fist against the wood of your door is something you've heard so many times. You don't bother turning the volume on your TV down - he knows you're here and he knows you're ignoring him. Whatever.

But he knocks again, a heavier, more insistent sound. This time you pull yourself up, walking listlessly towards your door to pull it open.

"You ignoring me now, sunshine?" Roy drawls, leaning against your doorframe.

"What do you want this time, Roy?" You sigh. Usually, by this point, he'd flash that stupidly smug grin of his and let himself into your home. This time, however, is different. This time, he looks you up and down briefly, frowning a bit as he takes in your state - messy hair, undereye bags, and oversized clothes. He shrugs.

"I think I left something of mine here. Lemme come in and take a look?" He walks in while he says it, not waiting for an answer.

"We've been broken up for months, Roy. Eventually, you're going to run out of fake belongings to come over here and sniff around for," you say as you cross your arms. Roy just grins in that annoying way of his.

"You mind if I check the bedroom?" he throws over his shoulder as he heads down the hall. You hear your bedroom door open and you rub a hand against your forehead, trying to ward off your oncoming headache as you slouch down onto your couch. You know he'll be back out as soon as he's had enough of pretending to search for something that doesn't exist. 

Your nails tap against the arm of the couch as you wait, time stretching on as you strain to hear any sort of sound from him. He's in your bedroom, shuffling things around and opening and closing drawers. The door of your closet slides open and your heart clenches - what you're hearing now is no different than what you heard when he lived here with you, when this was home for the two of you. You dig the heels of your palms into your closed eyes and try to rid the word from your mind. Home.

"What the hell happened in there?" is what Roy finally says when he leaves your room, sitting down next to you, close enough that his thigh brushes against yours. You straighten and stand at the contact, huffing and moving to stand in front of him. 

"What are you talking about?"

"It's… a mess in your bedroom. I've never seen it any way other than spotless." Roy points out. You scowl at him.

"You've lost your right to comment on my living situation," you say icily. "And you've overstayed your welcome - again." Roy settles further into the cushions, arms crossing to mimic yours as he looks you up and down. You glare back - you'd never been the one to break during fights with him, and that isn't something you're planning on changing now.

"I didn't know you wore glasses," he says finally, his voice dropping to a gentle murmur. You reel back and touch the frames on your face.

"I wear contacts," you point out.

"Not right now."

"Why does it matter?" You pull the glasses off and move to toss them onto the coffee table. He catches them, though, and you curse his vigilante reflexes as he turns them over in his hands.

"I've never seen you like this," he muses. You shift on your feet.

"Like what?"

"Not… put together. Not all dolled up." Your glare turns lethal at Roy's words and he blinks up at you.

"Thank you," you reply sarcastically. Roy rolls his eyes, your bite something he's intimately familiar with. He stares at you, then, sizing you up in a way that makes you straighter subconsciously, a hand running through your hair.

"We lived together, you know," he says lowly.

"Yes, I'm aware."

"I never saw you like this," he points out. You step away from him, moving to sit in the armchair tucked in the opposite corner of your living room.

"No one sees me like this," you remind him. Roy huffs and stares down at the glasses still in his hand.

"I know," he says bitterly. "That was the problem, wasn't it? You never let me really see you."

"You saw more than anyone else," you defend, but even now, your posture straightens and you smooth down your shirt. Roy glares at the movement.

"It was never enough," he says eventually.

"I was never enough," you correct him.

"No," he shoots back. "You were - you were everything to me. But you didn't… you couldn't let me be anything to you." His hand tightens around your glasses and he puts them on the coffee table quickly, rubbing his palm up and down the denim covering his thigh as he thinks of all the other things he almost broke between the two of you.

"You were… more to me than I ever could've told you," you say slowly, your voice quiet as you keep your eyes trained on the floor. Roy sighs, rubbing a hand against his forehead.

"I'm sorry," he offers, an olive branch extended. "I shouldn't have dragged this back up. I just… what's going on with you, sunshine?"

"Nothing," is your quick response. He arches a brow.

"You don't look well," Roy points out, wincing internally as your glare snaps back to him.

"That's none of your business anymore, Roy. You lost the right to care about me when you left me."

"Come on, don't be like that…" he pleads as you stand, heading to your front door. He trails after you, just like he always has - just like he always will. "Just because we're not together anymore doesn't mean you're not important to me still."

"Goodbye, Roy," you say pointedly, standing next to your door with your arms crossed. He plants himself opposite you, matching your glare.

"What is wrong with you?" He huffs. "Why won't you let me in? Why won't you let me help you?"

"I don't need -"

"But I can -"

"Please don't, Roy," you soften in a way that throws him off balance, your shoulders slumping as your hands bunch the fabric of your shirt. "I don't want to fight with you… I don't like it."

"Neither do I, sunshine," he says softly, uncrossing his arms and relaxing his posture. "But I'm worried about you." You smile at him, but it's a small, sad thing that makes his heart break a little bit more.

"I'm ok, Roy," you say quietly. He sighs and steps towards you. You let him, to his surprise.

"I know you are. I know you can handle this all on your own, but… you don't have to. I'm here, still - always." You don't respond to him, your eyes big and glassy as you look up at him. When he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead you let him, your hands reaching to brush against his shirt, almost like you want to hold onto him.

"Time to go now, Roy," is what you say instead, but your voice is missing its usual bite. Roy steps away, opening your door and looking back at you one last time before he leaves.

"Oh…" he says. "I didn't get what I was here for. That, uh… thing that I'm missing. Oh well, I'm sure I'll find it next time I come around." The grin he flashes you makes you huff as he closes the door behind him. 

Rubbing a hand over the back of your neck, you walk back to your living room to slump into the couch where he had just been, your glasses sitting abandoned on the coffee table. As you pick them up, you eye the messy fingerprints he's left on the lenses. Somehow, you find they don't bother you, and you toss the glasses back onto the table without cleaning them. Oh well - you can harp on him about it next time he comes around.

[daisybianca]

Could you do one where you're having an argument and flash him your tits. All or lando please and thank you 🥰

pairing: lando norris x femalereader

summary: you get into a mini argument with your boyfriend because of his demanding job. so you figure out a way to calm him down.

warnings: angst, sexual themes, nakedness

(a/n) this is truly... I can't even describe the feeling I got when I first read it. Thank you for suggesting it <3

YOU FELT LIKE you had barely seen Lando the previous day for a couple of minutes before he collapsed into the couch, tired from racing and practicing all week.

Indeed, you loved him too much to complain about the constant distance between the two of you, but this had to stop at some point.

It was like you weren't in a relationship at all.

People at work asked you, "How's Lando doing?" and you just stated he was fine, even though you had talked to him for no more than five minutes that day.

He was too important to you.

So, as you heard the door of your house open, you rushed to greet your boyfriend. "Hey, babe," Smiling, you hugged him tightly and after a few seconds, he wrapped his hands around you as well. "I missed you."

"Ugh..." Lando growled and you took a step back to analyze his facial expression.

"What is it, babe?"

"This headache has been killing me since this morning." He rubbed his forehead as if his flesh could erase the pain there. "I should probably take a long, very long nap."

He got rid of his jacket and backpack, heading to the bedroom after washing his hands and teeth.

You sighed to yourself.

You had to discuss the problem with him in order to fix it. Right now. Your relationship was too worth it not to talk about your personal issues and troubles with each other.

"Umm... Lando?" You entered the enormous bedroom, looking at your boyfriend sat on the mattress, scrolling through his phone.

He immediately dumped his phone on the nightstand, unlocked. A few moments later, the screen of the device blackened. "Yes, love?" He tapped his lap, signaling that he wanted you to sit there.

Approaching, you did as he asked. "I want to talk about something that's been stressing me for a little while, okay?"

"Of course. Tell me what is it and we'll fix it together."

He was so sweat...

If only he didn't have to work all day...

"I feel like we barely spend time with each other lately. And I don't like this feeling at all." You admitted and he looked at you patiently.

"I know," Lando sighed. "I'm so occupied with work and when I get home I'm so exhausted I can hardly eat a meal to keep myself robust."

You were about to cry. Your sensed the burning in your eyes, craving to be released but you tried to hold it back. You didn't want him to see how this whole thing affected you because... it was his job. He loved it just as much as he loved you. There wasn't a single chance you'd forced him choose between you and racing.

"...but you know there's nothing I can do about it. F1 requires constant traveling and practicing. We talked about this before we moved in together."

"Lando, I know, but..." You arised, trying to find the best words to describe your emotional condition at the moment.

"(y/n)!" Lando stood up as well, trying to calm you down. It clearly didn't work. "There's nothing to discuss about. We'll just wait a few months until the summer break and everything will be fine!"

You didn't speak. There was nothing left to say.

He was right. You know he was. You'd been in a relationship for almost three years. This wasn't the first time you and him experienced obstacles like this. You just found ways to overcome them united.

"I've talked to you about how I feel about this." Lando went on. "Even though I adore my job, there's nothing I wouldn't do to make you happy, but honestly--I--I mean..."

"Lando!" You tried to make him stop talking because you already knew he was right. But he wouldn't listen.

So you figured out a way to force him to stop.

"No, (y/n). All I wanted was to--"

Lando's eyes went wide, his eyebrows raised and his jaw kind of... dropped open.

"(y/n)..." He tried to voice his thoughts but it came out weak, his tone unsteady. Your boyfriend, in a failed attempt to cease contact with your naked chest, rubbed his eyes roughly. "Heavens above, I--"

You laughed and collided your lips with his.

His face was so warm and reddened. You loved it.

"This was the only way that could make you shut up." You said between the kiss as his one hand cupped your breast and the other one traveled to your lower back.

"You could just kiss me." He titled his head, aparting your faces just a few inches so he could look directly into your eyes. "Nevermind," He grabbed you, picking you up and placing you on the soft mattress of your bed. "Your boobs reminded me that it's time to cherish them, just like I should be doing every single day for the rest of my life."

[03jyh23]

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"Are you drunk?"

"Sorry, I haven't checked my phone all day."

"Do you ever think about the future?"

"I can't help you if you won't let me."

"We never should've kissed—that was our first mistake."

"I'm not leaving you."

"I don't deserve you, but I want you anyway."

"Why are you talking like we'll never see each other again?"

"Am I not good enough?"

"Be patient with him. He's trying."

"Do you want to come in?"

"Careful there, someone might think you're actually starting to care."

"Did you want to be alone?"

"You want me? Here I am."

"I won't let anyone hurt you."

"Someone's had a little too much to drink."

"You refuse to tell me where you're going?"

"All you do is hurt people!"

"I have so much I want to say to you."

"Don't we deserve to be happy?"

"Are you happy here with me?"

"I can't do this without you."

"Wait. Did you hear that?"

"Well, this is where I live."

"I haven't kissed you yet today."

"I don't need you to understand, I just need you to help me."

"Do you remember anything? At all?"

"Why don't you stay the night? I'll take the couch."

"Please... say something."

"I don't like the way they look at you."

"Is that blood? Is it yours?"

"You don't give a shit about me."

"I know I'm not the person you want, but I'm here."

"I had my suspicions, but I wasn't sure until now."

"I'm supposed to be the one protecting you."

"I trust that you'll be on your best behavior tonight?"

"You're not a very convincing liar."

"Is this seat taken? Sorry, it's a bit crowded here."

"I hope you haven't been standing out in the cold this whole time."

"You look... amazing."

"Would it be alright if I borrowed this?"

"The only time you talk to me is when you need something."

"Do you remember when we first met?"

"You were put on this earth to give me a headache."

"I heard you were feeling sick, so I made you some soup."

"Put me down! I don't like to be manhandled!"

"This is the part where you leave."

"You don't need to protect me."

"What did you want to tell me?"

"Don't run away from this."

"You can't just show up here like this."

"It's not going to be easy, you know."

"I'll still be here when you wake up."

"You got me flowers?"

"Can I come inside?"

"You're not leaving again, are you?"

"I'm on your side."

"I don't always need you to fix everything. Sometimes I just want you to listen."

"What are you trying to prove?"

"Don't be naked. I'm coming in."

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

"I won't cause you any more trouble."

"Why can't you tell me what's wrong?"

"You can't get rid of me that easy."

"I was making sure you weren't dead, since you never called."

"I didn't mean to make you upset."

"You've been gone for so long and all you have to say is 'hi'?"

"Are you... smelling me?"

"Don't go. Please."

"I'm going. Are you coming with me or not?"

"I can't leave you alone for one minute, can I?"

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

"You're afraid of the dark?"

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming back."

"You're not the only one whose life was ruined."

"Where am I supposed to go?"

"I swear it wasn't me."

"I haven't heard from you in weeks."

"Did you do something different with your hair?"

"Everyone's staring at us."

"You're soaked. Let me get you a towel."

"I'm not sorry."

"Pretty and smart. We're gonna get along just fine."

"Let me see that."

"Quick, this way. Before they see you."

"I never want to see you again."

"Are you going to keep looking at me like that or are you actually going to kiss me?"

"Hey, it's getting late. You ready to go home?"

"How long have you been awake?"

"Let me buy you another drink."

"We could leave, you know. Go far away."

"I was worried something happened to you."

"I bought two. Here."

"I'm starting to think you like wasting my time."

"I guess I should've told you."

"I like seeing you smile."

"I'm never gonna let you go."

"I can't remember what it's like to be truly wanted."

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

"I wish I could hate you."

"I just want to belong somewhere again. Or to someone, I guess."

"You're not getting away this time."

"Stop wallowing in self-pity."

"Get out of my way, I won't tell you again."

"I'm only helping you to make sure you don't fuck it up."

"In about a minute, you'll be sorry you didn't listen to me."

"I did warn you not to trust me."

"I only wanted to help."

"I've got to get home, it's getting late."

"I'm a little disappointed. I expected a bit more of a struggle."

"You don't have to hold my hand."

"You looked so peaceful while you were sleeping. I couldn't bring myself to wake you."

"Don't worry, I'll get you home safe and sound."

"You remember me. That's good."

"Promise me you won't overreact."

"You've never done this before, have you?"

"Come back to bed."

"Looking for something?"

"Can you forgive me?"

"Do you want me to go?"

"You can't come around here anymore."

"What aren't you telling me?"

"We can't fix this. Can we?"

"Tell me it's not true. Please."

"Nobody tells me what to do."

"You don't even know my name."

[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 18

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

Warnings: Oral sex (Female and male receiving), dirty talk.

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I park my motorbike near the entrance, placing the stand properly so I can make my way inside with no worries. Although, as soon as I cross the door, Brooke opens her eyes wide, fixing them on my hair.

—New look? —she teases me.

—Hmm —I nod—. Bad decisions you take at shit something in the night —I take a seat at one of the stools over the counter—. I'll probably tint it back to black soon.

—What can I get you? —she raises her eyebrow, while both of her hands rest on the surface and her body bends slightly.

I know perfectly what she's trying to do, leaning slightly so I can see her cleavage. Although my eyes never meet the flesh under her collarbone -actually, my eyes barely land on her as I ask her for a beer.

—Is Tae around? —I move around, trying to look for him myself.

—He left earlier today —she answers, as she serves my drink in front of me—. He said he was tired, and I think he also had a headache, so I'm by myself today. A little help would be fine —she was back at it again—. And since you seem to be spending so much time here lately, maybe you could join the team.

—Sure... I have nothing better to do —I mutter, holding the cold glass.

To be fair, I'm not sure why I've been coming here so often lately. Months ago, I didn't really mind it. I'd come only to pick Tae up, but I wouldn't even bother on getting inside. And I genuinely wonder if it was because I was up to no good back then, and not coming inside was a way to control myself and not ruin something Tae worked so hard for.

I think I ruined his plans enough back in Seoul, to repeat the same thing in New York...

I remember I tried to hold myself back like crazy on not trying to get inside Brooke's pants the first day I met her -and I'm aware of how hard it'd have been for Taehyung to find a waitress at her level if things had gone wrong between us, which would've been the case back then. Although, looking at her now, I can't understand why I was trying to hold back so badly. She really ain't anything special. She's hot and such, but yeah... Not a girl that could drive me insane with just a look. And definitely not someone I would ever plan to settle down with. Not because of anything especially, but whatever attraction I ever had for her only was always reduced to that type of attraction you have with someone random you meet in a bar.

Although flirting with her was fun, and exciting, it stopped being like that at some point, for whatever reason.

—Do you have any plans tonight? —Brooke asks.

—Yeah —I nod.

Sitting here, thinking Y/n could message me at any point to ask for support and help -in case she doesn't know how to do well on her date- is tonight's plan. I could be doing anything, yet here I am.

—Oh, I thought you were free —she giggles—. I was thinking that maybe we could hang out when I'm off...

Although I hear her, I'm too focused on my phone and the possible text I could get to be conscious enough to reply back. I shouldn't even help Y/n if she sends me a text. It's her date, and she should learn on her own with her mistakes. Why would I even need to help?

—Kook? —she calls my name.

—Hmm? —I finally look at her again— Sorry, I'm waiting for a text.

Brooke is almost going to speak, but she gets interrupted by a customer that seems to want to pay for her drink. My eyes go back to the drinks in front of me, filled with all the brands of alcohol that Tae likes. All of them top notch, and that's exactly why I always end up ordering a beer whenever I come.

I feel a vibration on the counter, although at first I think it could be a false alarm, like the other times I've checked my phone when it was actually somebody else's. Although this time, it's indeed my phone.

Cocktease: U awake?

I'm confused by her text. But it makes sense that she's asking that, Y/n didn't know I'd be out and about waiting for a text from her, while trying not to think of her flirting with a random guy she met on Tinder.

Me: Yeah

Me: What you up to

Cocktease: Tryin to get a cab

I frown at her reply. That date was shorter than what I expected. While I thought our conversation would evolve to a list of do's and don'ts, it ends up with me cutting it to get her location.

Me: Ill pick u up. Send location

It seems like the worst timing, too. Because right when Brooke is done with her customer, I get up from the stool and pay for my beer.

—I'll get going.

And I don't say anything else, as I make my way outside, trying to walk through the people that are reunited at the corner of the counter and the rest of people that are trying to sneak inside of the pub.

Y/n isn't too far from where I am, so I shouldn't take too long to get there and pick her up.

I park the motorbike somewhere near the place she sent me, and I look around trying to find her somewhere among all those people. Until I finally find her. She keeps checking her phone, something that makes me smile unconsciously.

She might be waiting for me.

Although I can feel my smile dropping when a guy taller than her stops near her. I guess it's the man she had that date with, because she smiles at him and replies back to what he says. I could wait. Maybe I should wait, and the next thing I'll be getting is a text from her to let me know she found a way to get back home.

Yeah... No.

I start walking to them, getting close enough to hear part of their conversation.

—Do you need a ride back home? —he suggests— I want to make up for what happened.

For what happened?

That makes me start walking faster, trying my hardest to calm myself down. I don't know what happened, so I have no reason to get angry at him.

—Don't worry —I see her shrugging

—It's not a bother for me, seriously —he insists, leaning a bit towards her.

—Shall we go? —I interrupt them, as I stop in front of them.

Y/n's big eyes land on me, surprised to see me -even if she was the one who sent me a text so I could pick her up.

—Yeah —she turns to him again—. Get back home safe.

—Can I text you again?

I hide a scoff when he drops those words, in the most desperate tone I've ever heard in my life.

—You better not —I answer for her, earning a frown from him.

Unconsciously, I wrap my fingers around her wrist, and pull from her body so we both can start walking to my motorbike. Was I too possessive of her, maybe?

—You don't even know what he did —she whispers, when we are far enough.

Of course she's going to play the devil's advocate and justify whatever crap he did back there.

—I don't need to know —I let go of her, stopping next to my back—. But if that shithead did something he needs to make up for, that's enough information.

And he should be thankful I'm not a violent person.

When I say that, I can see a glimpse of a tiny smile from her. But I don't annoy her with that, it's better to let her think I wasn't aware of how much she actually liked to hear that. Because I don't want to acknowledge how much I liked her reaction.

She hugs to my body when she gets on the bike, wrapping her arms around me tight as she lets me take the lead. At first I think of taking her home, and leaving everything there.

But what if that asshole tries to message her again? I know she wouldn't be "allowed" by the deal, but do we actually care about it that much?

It's not like we signed a professional contract, so she's still free to do whatever the fuck she wants.

That thought is even worse, because it only makes the possibility of her retaking a conversation with him bigger.

—I thought you were going to take me home —she mentions, confused, when I start in front of the garage door.

—My place was nearer —I lie—. You can stay the night —I turn my head slightly, looking at her over my shoulder—. Unless you want me to take you home.

And if that's what Y/n wants, I'll leave her there without a problem. Although it's a relief to see her shaking her head, as she smiles shyly while leaning over my shoulder.

—Where's the truck? —she questions, once she hops off the motorbike.

—It's Soo's actually —I answer, after I'm done putting everything into place—. Well, we share it.

More like I only use it when I have to do something for Mark or Soo.

—And what were you doing when I texted you?

Waiting for that text...

But I can't say that.

—The date made you so nosy all of sudden?

Y/n stops, genuinely thinking I was pissed by her question. So I try to find a way to show her I wasn't bothered at all by it, in a way that looks natural enough so it doesn't really seem like I'm desperately trying to comfort her. I hold her hand, not feeling a tight grip around it until a few seconds after -when she's finally aware.

I don't seem to be fully aware of what i'm doing myself until I see our reflection on the elevator's mirror. And that dumb smile on my face that her tight grip caused.

Both standing at each side of the metallic cubicle, we're preparing to an uncomfortable silence -that I can't seem to allow from happening, while my head keeps spinning around what her date told her before I interrupted them.

—What did he have to make up for?

—I thought you didn't want to know —she replied back, crossing her arms over her chest.

—I didn't want to make a scene —I support my back against the wall—. But depending on what he did, I won't hesitate to go back and break his nose.

—I handled it pretty well myself, thank you —that's not an answer, and she knows it—. Well... It was nothing. He just said he doesn't want to be teaching his significant other how to do things.

I shake my head, and breathe deeply as I try to think of what she's just told me. He doesn't want to teach her things? I bet it's not that that he doesn't want to, but he directly doesn't have a fucking idea of what to actually do right. And if he said that, it probably means she told him she's a virgin? And he still managed to shame her for that.

Dumb ass.

—Purple looks good on you —she points out.

I know she's trying to distract me from what she's just said. She's probably afraid I'll end up going back to the restaurant and teach him how my knuckles feel against his mouth. Either way, it seems to be working out, because I look at myself in the mirror, before I look back at her.

—You should keep it a little longer.

Should I?

I don't really say a word when he get to my place, I just head straight to my room to get some clothes for her and hand them to her.

When Y/n comes back, she looks so sweet and cute with her figure hidden under all those baggy clothes. I really can't understand how someone would plan to ruin a date, just by being an asshole to somebody.

—I can't believe he really thought he stood a chance with you, to the point of saying that to you —I say out of nowhere, breaking the silence after she sat next to me on the couch.

I've tried to hold it in, but I just can't.

—I fucking knew you would be on that still —Y/n sighs.

—How could I not? He acted as if he were the big thing, and I'm sure he doesn't even know where his own cock is.

—Why do you care so much, anyway? I'm not seeing him again, so why make all this fuss about it? —she looks at me confused.

—He just saw you as a piece of meat to fuck.

—Isn't that what Tinder is for? —she questions back.

She doesn't say anything else after that question, but I can feel some words are stuck in her throat. She just doesn't say them. Instead, she waits a bit before she speaks again with a more calm tone.

—I'm a virgin, not dumb —she chuckles—. I know what to expect from someone I barely talked to on Tinder, and it's not like I went on that date to find the love of my life. What he said pissed me off, but he apologized. Now, can we move on from this?

Letting out a heavy breath, I move my eyes away from her, just so I can be able to think straight and ease my mind. But I don't last too long without looking at her. And it's a fact that there's something that always pulls me to her. Y/n turns to me as well, as soon as she's aware of my gaze.

—What? —she finally asks.

I look at each detail on her face, lost in trying to memorize each centimeter on it before my eyes fall on her lips.

—I'm just looking at you —I answer, looking back up into her eyes.

—I know, but why?

—Just because —I shrug.

My eyes fall back to her lips when I notice the way she slides the tip of her tongue through them, before she slightly bites them.

—Just because? —she teases me, although the question leaves her mouth with a doubtful tone.

Her lips pout slightly with anticipation, as if she were letting her inner thoughts get a tiny bit of control over her body.

And it's the hint I take to lean over her, linking her lips to mine with no foreplay, no rubbing beforehand, no teasing. Although the kiss isn't enough, I want to feel her closer. With one hand on her cheek, and the other on her waist, I pull her closer to me, until I'm able to feel her rushing heartbeat against my chest.

I'm not able to think straight just by being able to taste her, sliding my tongue in between her lips. And my mind gets filled with thick clouds when her fingers dare to dig inside the collar of my t-shirt, while her fingertips send goosebumps all over my body.

I want to feel her everywhere. I want to get all of her right now.

—I want you so bad —I break the kiss.

Although that comment seems to only encourage her more, and I'm surprised when she takes the lead and stands up. I follow her, just to be caught up in another kiss that will make us stumble all over my place until we reach my room. And the only time we decide to break it, it's because we keep tearing each other's clothes apart.

Y/n grinds her hips against mine, the rough touch of our crotches makes my dick twitch inside my boxers. And I'm afraid I won't be able to go on a little further if she keeps doing that.

She's a fucking menace. Time to switch roles.

I break the kiss again, rubbing my lips on hers, only breathing the air she's exhaling, as my forehead rests on hers. My hands move up all over her body, sliding on her back and making her arch it in consequence. Y/n keeps trying to help me with everything, but it's time for her to enjoy it, while I have my way with her. So every time she tries to sit to help me with something, I push her softly back on the bed.

—Just relax and enjoy —I place a kiss on her collarbone—. I'll make you feel good.

It's the only thing I want right now.

My body can't seem to wait to feel her body squirm, and see her face tinted with pleasure. I lean over her breasts, taking no time to lick her hard nipple, feeling the rugosity of it fighting against the wetness of my tongue. Her breath turns heavy with every kiss, lick and suck I give her. Her hands hold her sheets hard when my lips close around the hard bud, and a gasp leaves her mouth when I set it free, just to go back to the other. Arousal builds over her so desperately that she tries to grind against me again, but I put her back in place by holding her hips against the mattress.

She looks so beautiful like this. Impatient and needy.

I keep going down her body, kissing each centimeter that's available for me, tracing the line of her panties with my lips when I finally get there. I keep going down, letting the smell of her arousal intoxicate me, and making my dick twitch again in my boxers.

Y/n looks nervous and uneasy when she's aware of what I'm about to do, but I still can see how bad she wants this. It's in the way she bites her lips, and how she unconsciously spreads her legs a bit wider to give me more room.

—Move your hips up for me —I whisper, when my fingers tangle on the elastic of her underwear.

She does it with no hesitation, lifting her hips up enough to help me get rid of the only piece of fabric that's covering her now. When I look back at her again, I have to keep myself together and not jump on her like an animal. Her messy hair spread all over my pillows, her hard nipples shining under the intimate lights of my lamps, her shaky breath and the way her thighs are almost closing must be the best image I've had of someone in a long time.

—Do you want to stop? —I ask her.

Her answer isn't formed with words, but with actions. Y/n spreads her thighs a bit wider, inviting me between them. Her glistening pussy is almost screaming at me to dig my lips in her slit, but I hold back. I taste her, all the way from her knee to her inner thigh, ignoring her core to do the same thing with her other leg.

—Eyes on me all the time —I warn her, stopping on her soft mons.

For some reason, she always has problems whenever she gets too lost in the moment to close her eyes. If I want her to enjoy this, I think the best would be to direct her not to close them now.

Both of my hands hold to her thighs, while my lips spread kisses around her pussy. When I finally fix my eyes on it, I can see it glistening right in front of me, slightly clenching around nothing. I feel like a wild animal right now.

—You're so wet for me —I groan.

I slid my tongue through her slit, from her entrance I make my way up with the tip, collecting all of her juices. The metallic taste makes me eager for more as soon as they hit my taste buds. It's the best action-reaction effect.

When I finally find her clit, I spread her lips with two of my fingers, making it easier to tease her needy bud, while moving my tongue up and down. She gasps in relief when she first feels my tongue, but the moment she moans... She couldn't have done anything worse.

I attempt to slide my finger inside her tight channel, but I move my head lower so my tongue invades her. Her walls welcome me, and I can feel every reaction, everything she might want to hide, directly on my tongue. I keep moving it, slowly in circles and up and down, at the same time I move my head so my nose can rub against her clit.

Her legs tense on my finger and around my head. And when I open my eyes, I can see that she's looking at each one of my moves -just like I told her to do. And she only makes that image better when one of her hands reaches to my hair, grabbing some of my locks to keep me tight against her.

—Please, make me cum —she begs in a moan.

Fuck, I need to give her everything.

Two fingers slide into her, at the same time my mouth moves back to her clit. I barely give her time to feel empty, nor to think about anything -in general. I move my fingers up and down, finding the padded spot that makes her squirm and tremble, while my mouth and tongue keep sucking and licking her clit.

Her hips grind against my mouth and her pussy clenches so tight around my fingers, that it seems like she wants to suck them in, before she finally explodes with a loud and long moan.

I slowly give her time to get it back together, before I take my fingers out carefully and crawl over her body again, just to end up lying next to her. Although when I try to kiss her lips, she moves up and kneels next to me.

—Don't look at me like that —she smiles at me—. It's my turn to make you feel good.

I'd be lying if I say I don't want this. I'd be a huge liar if I said this wasn't the image I cummed way too many times.

She's more inexperienced than what I had up in my imagination, which makes total sense. Her moves are clumsy and insecure, as she tries to think how to take my boxers off, or how she should start. Although she starts good, making my cock shrink in the air while she spreads kisses all over my thighs until she's way too close to my crotch.

And fuck, the way she looks at me right now, as her hand wraps around my shaft... She's a fucking menace. I don't care how inexperienced she is.

Her shy and nervous dry kisses, and kitty licks on my length, turn to sensual and slow circles on my already wet tip. And I almost lose it when the warmth of her mouth closes around it, and starts taking me in slowly.

I press my lips tight, feeling her mouth closing more around me and moving faster on my cock, bombing her head perfectly fine. But after three or four times, I feel uncomfortable, like something's scraping my skin down there.

If I don't stop her, this is going to hurt.

—Babe, you're gonna suck me raw —I move her hair away from her face, after I've placed a hand on her arm—. Try doing this.

Trying to teach her how to do it, I cover my teeth with my lips. And, after she nods, I guide her back to my cock. And doesn't it feel good... Every time she moves, she tries to take my cock a bit deeper, which ends up with my tip rubbing against her throat and her gagging on my cock. I'm not even able to look at her right now, it'd be too much.

She is indeed a menace.

—Don't be shy —she teases me, hands working on my cock, as soon as she's aware that I'm trying to hold back—. Let me hear you.

If she learns more things, she'll definitely be the death of me.

The combination of her mouth with her hands, the wet sounds she makes, and how she makes me feel... I feel that hot sensation building up inside, like a volcano that's close to exploding. I think if I don't stop her, I'd end up doing something she doesn't like.

—Babe, stop —I say, trying to push her away. —. Please...

But that doesn't stop her, it only encourages Y/n to go as hard and fast as she's able to. And I'm not able to control my body, nor to be aware of what I'm doing, until it's way too late. Until I feel some of my own load dripping from her mouth, and rolling down my still hard cock, while I see her throat moving after she's swallowed the rest.

—Come here —I say, closing my eyes, while I extend one of my arms to hug her—. This is the hardest I've ever cummed since I met you.

A light weight covers my forearm, and the warmth radiating from her body makes me feel at ease after everything that's happened tonight.

It makes me feel like I won't be able to sleep right if she isn't here.

—Let's sleep —I whisper, knowing perfectly fine what that means..

Her cheeks rise, as she smiles wide against my skin, and moves next to me so she can wrap an arm around my body and hug me, keeping me close to her body.

[hiswordsarekisses]

This is so good I’m posting it a 2nd time. It’s very sad, but so very important, because this has happened to so many people in this world. Some may read this and not realize that this is a perfect picture of what it really actually means to use the Lord’s name in vain. It’s not about saying curse words. It’s about using His name falsely - either for reasons of manipulating in some way, or claiming His name, like a wife takes the name of her husband - but not actually being truly married to Him in her heart. Many will answer for the hearts they destroyed in His name one day.

“I have religious trauma.

was raised in a household where my dad wanted to be God, and so characterized God in a way that left me constantly paranoid.

God was a judge, God was a debt collector, God was a hammer waiting to strike.

My mother was likewise delusional to a point. She used religion as a manner of control, manipulating my egotistical dad and our chaotic little world so she could feel better about herself.

I was abused in the church. I've been to so many churches since childhood I can't count them.

I was told I was possessed because I was a child with adhd and couldn't sit still in a pew. I was told that if I didn't see visions or speak in tongues, I wasn't saved. I was told that I must be thinking about God at all times or I wasn't good enough. That I was lukewarm, unlovable, unworthy.

I was too afraid to take communion.

I cried and turned away from the altar multiple times because I was a too dirty to touch the offering.

I was told so many awful things that I grew up with a persistent religious paranoia on top of my already anxiety inducing life.

So... why am I still a Christian, after all of that?

Stockholm syndrome, right?

It would be easy to write it off as that, but I did turn away from religion. In the back of my mind. I stayed cautious just in case God was still watching.

It wasn't until I got rid of the destructive influences in my life that things changed.

My perception of God changed when I left the awful people using His name in vain- or for personal gain.

When I grew up, learned to be discerning about the character of people.

Many people live under the assumption that I did- that God is a tyrant who is waiting for you to mess up so he can smash you and send you to hell. Paradoxically, that almost makes Satan sound preferable.

But that's not who God is, and he doesn't want people to go to hell.

Even if you haven't had good parents, you've seen what they're like. They get excited to share experiences with their children. The first taste of lemon, the first puddles to splash in. First words, first laughs, first steps.

God wanted that for us.

Satan got jealous after his rebellion in heaven. He saw God had something good and wanted it for himself again - even if it was just to spite God.

He offered humanity a choice and we took it.

We can debate why it happened until we're blue in the face, but what matters most are God's decisions afterwards.

Everything that has happened since the fall has been God trying to bring his wayward children back without force.

Just like when you see that friend of yours making the same bad decisions day after day, and you know their quality of life would improve if they just stopped. It's heartbreaking, frustrating.

You can give them all the advice in the world but they'll just keep on doing the thing and complain to you about every headache afterwards.

Now you know a little what God feels like.

Only God is a little more patient than we tend to be.

God doesn't ask much from us, not as much as people, which is weird to think about.

God doesn't measure your worth by how good you are at your job, how badly you do in school. He doesn't equate your value to how rich or poor you are, he doesn't judge you the same way people do.

The first thing he asks of you is to love him and love each other.

He loves us so much that he opened heaven again if we ask for it.

He came down as flesh and blood in Jesus and took all the punishments we should've had.

In Jesus death and resurrection, we have a way home.

All he wants for us to do is acknowledge that.

He doesn't hate you if you can't pay tithe. He doesn't talk behind your back if you make a mistake. He doesn't demean, debase, abuse.

Why am I still a Christian?

Because God was there for me when people weren't.

God didn't abuse me as a kid, people did, and used God as a shield.

God didn't lie to me, call me names, break my things - my parents did.

God didn't order me to do unbelievable things in order to reach him - my pastors and teachers did.

God didn't tell me I'm unworthy - people did.

Even if you don't believe in God, if you're angry at him, feeling hurt and betrayed -

Maybe take a closer look and see if it's really the people who were, or are, around you making you miserable, instead of an untouchable, invisible hammer.”

From https://www.tumblr.com/love-is-patient

[ndragoon]

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My headaches have been pretty much nonstop recently. Figured they were starting because it's been a while since I last took my migraine shot, they didn't even slow down after I got it.

My usual mix of acetaminophen and ibuprofen isn't helping in the slightest, and I've tried taking to other methods to get rid of them (including some that usually work) and they aren't even getting a dent put in them.

Up until yesterday, I was able to deal with it until late in the day when I had to basically drop everything and scroll tumblr or some idle games on my phone. But today I tried playing some real games and could only make it about 45 minutes before it became unbearable.

The worst part is that I'm not just bored, but I can also feel this intense depression setting in because of a mix of being unable to feel like I'm at least getting something done, and some stuff friends have been saying that shouldn't bother me but has.

Except I'm basically stuck feeling like this unless I can somehow build up the energy and strength to start jogging an hour a day, just so I can say "hey, I've been doing this and it made me feel even worse, with my maximum limits sliding downhill in a formula racer alongside"

Because god knows they've been ignoring that fact this whole time. Since apparently you aren't supposed to be aware of hard limits. You're just supposed to keep pushing yourself until you break too much to even have hobbies, then they can go "oh whoopsie, lol! Guess there was actually something wrong this whole time! Too bad we can't fix it and this is the best you'll have it for the rest of your life"

Meanwhile I'm now struggling to manage things I do regularly and they'll still just tell me I'm "out of shape because I'm not working"

I just wish there was some way to fix all this so I can get a job and a car and move into my own place, where I can go on dates and find someone to spend my life with that saw me as a priority. So I won't just be sitting or laying in my room, waiting for the bad times to finally end so I can even play games or have hobbies again

[things-that-make-sa-happy]

Jeremiah Fisher | tsitp 1.04

[charles-rxwlands]

the aftermath of 'i love you.'

this is the sequel to my fic how kaz would react to 'i love you.' which was basically all angst. spoiler alert: this is all angst, too.

pairing: kaz brekker/reader but not exactly (??) cause they've broken up so uh

rating: teen

word count: 1.5k (rounded up)

summary: what happened after you said 'i love you,' to kaz

tags: gender neutral!reader, angst, unhappy ending

warnings: swearing, self-deprecating thoughts, and i think that's it? but pls lmk if anything else is needed

read on ao3

a/n: the writing quality of this really went 📉📈📉 but in my defense i wrote most of this while my brother watched tommy innit videos at full volume so ofc i was distracted.

and fyi muzzen is not an oc, he's one of the minor minor characters in soc!

once again, feedback and reblogs are appreciated! hope you enjoy reading <3

Kaz's pov

He watched you from the other side of the room as you blatantly flirted with Muzzen. He had his glass of kvas (Jesper had begged for the club to order the ravkan mead for weeks) in a death grip. You ran your fingers through your hair, and smiled at something Muzzen had said. He tugged lightly on the collar of your jacket, making you laugh softly. Kaz's heart tightened, jealousy settling in his chest.

You looked happy, even as you conversed with the brainless bodyguard who probably couldn't count up to ten. Kaz hadn't been able to make you happy like that. But you had loved him anyway, and he had 'fucked you over', as you'd put it.

I love you.

You're a coward, Brekker.

Kaz let out something in between a sigh and a frustrated grunt. He drained the rest of his drink in one go, and set the glass down more violently than he'd intended. His scowl deepened, if that were even possible, when he sensex Inej slide into the seat next to him. He waited for her to speak, because he sure as hell wasn't going to initiate the conversation. What was there to say? You and him were over. And it was all his fault. 

"Kaz," Inej said. Her tone of voice was gentle - too gentle. He didn't want to be pitied, for fuck's sake. 

"What is it, Inej?" he snapped. 

"Tell me what happened between you and Y/n."

"Nothing to tell." He shrugged. 

Annoyance flickered over her face. "I care about you both, you know," she said. "I don't like seeing you two like this."

He gave her a withering look, if only to disguise the ugly feeling that flared up within him at her words. 

Don't care about me.

Don't love me.

You can't.

Kaz bit the inside of his cheek and hung his head. He studiously ignored Inej for a solid minute. At some point, he noticed that you and Muzzen had abandoned your corner table, most likely to go suck each other's faces off. The thought sent jolts of jealousy through his heart. 

"For Saint's sake- did she break your heart? Is that it?" she demanded, apparently having had enough of his silence.

He 'tsked' in annoyance, standing up abruptly. He snatched up his cane. "Maybe I broke hers," he muttered before walking off. He didn't want to answer questions today. Or ever.

Inej didn't follow him, and he was thankful for that. He trudged up the stairway, the rickety steps creaking under his weight. Emotions swirled within him, brewing up a storm. It was just a matter of time before he exploded, because as much as he hated to admit it, he was still human. Especially when it came to you. 

You had been one of the first people to see his humanity, and the last thing he wanted was to become another monster in your life.

But then again, maybe it was too late.

Suddenly, he bumped into someone. He hissed, flinching backwards. "Watch it-," his next words died on his tongue when he looked up, and came face to face with you. For a few, painfully awkward moments, the two of you held eye contact. Your face was stony, but your e/c eyes betrayed some kind of emotion that Kaz couldn't be bothered to decipher right now.

"Sorry, Brekker," you apologised. Your tone was flat. "C'mon, Muzzen," you gestured for him to follow you back down with a jerk of your head.

His hand twitched at his side as you left, almost as if his body yearned for your presence. Your shoulders nearly touched - missing each other by less than a centimetre. He couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing. 

Letting out another sharp breath, Kaz resumed the walk back to his room. His footsteps grew quicker and more urgent. Your name echoed in his mind, as well as the three words that had haunted him for days now. 

Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

He slammed the door behind him when he finally reached his quarters. His cane fell to the floor, although his gloves stayed on. He stumbled into the cramped bathroom, bracing two hands against the rusty sink. He twisted the tap open, ignoring the squeak of the old mechanism that would have otherwise annoyed him. A gentle stream of water flowed from the tap head, and he splashed some on his face. 

No, he thought stubbornly, I am not going to break down because of Y/n.

The despair that rattled inside of him said otherwise.

f only he had reacted better when you'd told him you loved him. If only he hadn't yelled at you and called you all those horrible things that weren't true about you in the slightest. You weren't selfish at all. You were the exact opposite. You were kind, and thoughtful, and understanding - so, so understanding of him and his endless baggage. And he had- he had ruined it all, because of his own cowardice.

You're a coward, Brekker.

I know, he thought, not for the first time. I'm sorry. 

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

Your pov

"I- I'm sorry, Muzzen, but I think I'm gonna turn in for the night," you said to the bodyguard, smiling sheepishly. "I've got a bit of a headache."

"It's alright," he said, giving a half-hearted smile back. It was clear he didn't believe you. You didn't know if that was because your acting skills weren't as up to par as you thought, or because the bodyguard was smarter than you made him out to be.

You all but ran up the stairs, nearly sagging in relief as the door closed behind you. You suddenly couldn't stand the feeling of the fabric of your coat on your skin and shrugged it off; Kaz had bought it for you, because of course the reminder of him lingered everywhere you went.

Your room wasn't anywhere near big, but it was a good way away from Kaz's, and for the first time, you were grateful for that. You couldn't deal with him at the moment.

Wait, no, that came out wrong. It wasn't him specifically that you couldn't deal with, it was the bad memories (or, rather, memory, as there was one key shitshow that had ruimed everything) that came with him.

Oh, Saints, why, why, why had you told him you loved him? Things had been going so well! And then you- you fucked it up. Yes, you had blatantly blamed this on Kaz the day of the argument, but deep down, you knew you were the one at fault. 

Your heart ached every time you thought of him. You missed Kaz. So, so much. It hadn't escaped you how he had been eyeing you and Muzzen earlier in the evening. You could only hope that he was staring out of jealousy, and not devising some foolproof plan to get rid of you.

What would it take for Kaz to forgive you? Or had you fucked things up beyond repair? 

"Shit," you whispered, leaning your head against the wall. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes. "Shit." You didn't know what exactly was 'shit'. Maybe the decision you came to moments later.

I'm going to apologise to him," you said to your empty room. "I will."

With a sniffle, you cracked open your door and slipped back outside. You had left your coat in a pile on the floor, making you vulnerable to the cold that pierced the empty areas of the Crow Club. Your feet carried you to Kaz's room naturally. You barely had to think about where you were going. Instead, you thought of Kaz himself. 

Kaz. Your fallen angel, you used to call him in your mind. You couldn't express how sorry you were. You didn't even know what you were sorry for. Loving him? Loving him, and saying it aloud? Loving him, and saying it aloud, because you were so sure he felt the same way? 

You had been being selfish. Kaz said so himself. Selfish and stupid. Of course Kaz didn't love you.

At last, you were in front of his door. You raised a fist to knock. Opened your mouth to call out. Except you did none of those. You just stood there, tears welling up in your eyes once again, a familiar pang of sadness in your chest. 

He wouldn't want to see you. How could he? This was your fault, wasn't it? It was your selfishness, and your wishful thinking that had gotten you two into this position. You missed him, but you wouldn't go as far as to think he missed you, too. If you attempted to apologise… would it really be for him? 

You wouldn't be selfish. Not again.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. 

You turned around, and walked away. 

[hereformcdonaldshonestly]

Prompt- "I'm pregnant."

Paring: Eijirou Kirishima, Koji Koda, Hanta Sero, and Shouta Aizawa x !fem reader

Summary: Eijirou, Koji, Hanta, and Shouta, all find out that you're pregnant. It goes through each of their reactions and how you tell them.

Notes: !Characters are aged up to all adults!

(l/n)- Last name

Genre: Fluff 💖

Eijirou Kirishima-

You've been working at home ever since you and Eijirou got married. With him a pro hero and gone for the majority of the day, it was stressful. You have a dalmatian puppy named Freckles, for the sole reason of the spots on him look like big freckles.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay while I'm gone today?" Eijirou asks, sitting next to you while you laid in the bed you two shared. This whole week you have felt sick and felt like something was off in general. You nod, "I'll be fine Kiri, I promise." He says and stands up, he was in his hero uniform, about to leave for his agency and to make some updates to his suit. He leans down and kisses your head, "I love you (y/n), I'll make sure to pick up some takeout on the way home." You smile, "be careful, okay?" He laughs and nods, "of course honey. Call me if you need anything." You nod, cuddled up in your comforter while Freckles was asleep beside you. Whenever you heard the door close, you got up and went to the bathroom. You thought, no you knew you were pregnant. From the morning sickness, the headaches, and honestly your emotions were everywhere.

Eijirou came home that night, tired and somewhat covered in dirt. You were on the couch with your feet propped up on the coffee table. "Hey, babe." You say, looking up at him. He smiles and kisses your forehead, "I'm going to get a quick shower then I'll be in here alright?" He asks, taking his shoes off at the door and putting his keys up. Around 30 minutes later, he sat next to you. He smelled clean and his hair was still slightly damp. You smile and lay your head on his shoulder, turning on the tv. "So how was your day?" You asked while he was focused on the tv, "it was alright. How about yours?" He asks, you smile, "oh you know the usual. I cleaned up, took Freckles out, and that I'm pregnant." Kirishima is nodding and smiling, then he heard the word "pregnant". He stopped and turned to you. "What?" You laugh and pull the test out from your pocket, and showed it to him. He took it and stared at it for a few solid minutes. Then suddenly bursts into a big smile and hugs you, "WE'RE HAVING A BABY BABE!" He exclaims, you laugh and hug him back. That whole night, he sat there talking to your stomach and explaining how awesome he and his mom were.

Koji Koda-

Koji wasn't known for talking a lot, but he would talk to you every day and all day. A lot of people thought he was possibly deaf during U.A, turns out he was just shy. But you brought him out of that shell! You two are currently dating and staying in a two-bedroom apartment, you both are pro heroes.

You and Koji have been trying for a baby for a while, yes you weren't married but you lived together and loved each other, which all that matters. You were sitting in the doctor's office, Koji holding your hand tightly. You sigh, you've been feeling like pure crap for the past two weeks. You start to fidget around with your hairband, trying to get rid of the anxiety that you had. He noticed and placed his hand on your knee, smiling. You sigh and smile back to him, taking your hand and placing it on top of his.

The doctor opened the door gently and came in, sitting down on the round swivel chair near her desk. She turned to you and was writing some stuff on her clipboard. "Okay so Ms. (l/n), what brings you in today?" She asks, you sigh. "I've been feeling sick for the past two weeks, then honestly just sore." You say, she nods and looks back at her clipboard. "We did your blood test, urine test, everything looks great." She says smiling, "but there is something you guys will probably want to know." You could feel your stomach drop, the thought of something being wrong scares you. "You're pregnant." Koji smiles widely and you could feel tears begin to form. You've waited so long for this. And it finally happened, you felt as if you were about to cry out of joy. You felt Koji wrap his arms around you, hugging you. After the doctor set up the first appointment and told you all of the details, you and he went home. You guys talked all night about baby names, how you were going to decorate the nursery.

Hanta Sero-

You and Sero have been married for around a year, technically newlyweds. While he was a pro hero, you were a teacher at U.A. It's always been your dream job since first going, you loved the idea of teaching children to become the best they can be.

You were cooking some lunch, it was some regular ramen. You've felt sick to your stomach the whole day so you wanted something more on the blander side. You felt two arms wrap around your waist, you smile and sigh. "Is that ramen?" Sero asks, you nod and he smiles. "You have to make me some just so you know.' You roll your eyes, "nope this is mine." You both laugh, he places his head on your shoulder. "I'm glad I'm off today, and honestly I wish I had more days off." You nod, it was difficult since he worked a lot, but so did you. You sigh and take the ramen off the stove, placing it into two different bowls. You had one to him and set the other off the side. "You're not hungry?" He asks, you nod. "Just not feeling that great right now." He sighs and kisses your forehead.

Whenever that night rolled around, you finally gave in to your gut feeling that you might be pregnant. With the door closed, you sat on the floor, waiting for the timer to go off. The test was flipped over to where you can't see the results. Sero knocked on the door, "you okay in there babe? You've been in there for a while." He asks, you sigh and get up. You opened the door and look at them, you can tell he's trying to pinpoint what exactly was going on. That's when he finally sees the test on the ground, and you sit back down next to it. He sat down next to you and stared at the test. "Are you pregnant?" You shake your head no, "well I don't think so at least." He nods, and he puts his hand over and on yours, slightly squeezing it. After the timer went off, shortly after, you two looked at each other. "Who does the honors to flip it over?" He asks, laughing a bit. "Who will freak out the least amount if it's positive?" He paused for a second and grabbed it. You laugh and watch his reaction. It was a mixture of confusion at first, then you saw him glance at the box and look back. Then it turned into him smiling and he immediately hugged you. "WE'RE HAVING A BABY!" He exclaims. You hug him back, he starts kissing you and tearing up. "We're going to be a family." He pulls back and looks at you, you have tears of joy forming in your eyes. "I'm going to have a baby Sero!" You say, sniffling but with a big smile on your face. The rest of the night, you and Sero sat there on the bathroom floor and talking about all the plans for the baby you had.

Shouta Aizawa-

You and Aizawa both took at U.A. You've been married to each other for around 5 years, and it was amazing. You were the one to get up earlier, the one to be more active than him. Honestly, you were almost the complete opposite of what he was, but he didn't mind.

Every morning you've been getting up early, like way earlier than usual. Then you've been eating breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks in between, which you didn't eat as much so this was definitely odd. Then the big flag was that you were taking naps more, almost every day. Usually, you took naps maybe once a week. Aizawa was picking up on everything, small or not. "Babe I'm tired, I'm going to go take a nap." You say, yawning and plopping down on the couch. He looked at you slightly confused, "are you sure? You usually never take naps more than at most twice a week." Shouta asks, you nod and lay down. He sighs and kisses your forehead, going into the room you two shared. After some research, he found out that was a common sign of pregnancy.

He was automatically terrified but he was excited to have a family one day. Whenever you woke up, you saw a plastic bag in front of you. It had some chocolate, yum, some soda, and a pregnancy test. You look over at Aizawa who was on his phone, "babe what is this for?" You ask, he looks up at you. "You've been acting off, so I researched your symptoms and it talked about pregnancy." You sigh and stand up, but pausing and thinking about it, he did have a point. You grabbed it and went to go take it. Those were the longest 10 minutes in your whole life. You came back into the living room and sat on Aizawa's lap. "Okay ready?" You ask, he nodded while holding onto your waist. You turned over the test and the test had two dark, bold lines. You smiled and looked at him, he looked amazed. "We're going to be parents?" He asks, you nod. He smiles and kisses you. "We're going to have a family dear." You wipe away one of your fallen tears and kiss him again. The whole night you talked about how you were going to announce it to your friends and students, you guys were so excited about this. And you couldn't wait to start your new family.

I hope you have a great day!

[blueeyedheizer]

worst day ever - ben!roger taylor

REQUEST: Can I get a Ben Hardy as Roger Taylor imagine maybe your have the worst day of your life and just run into Rogers arms and she picks you up because you’re the only person he loves ?

A/N: I usually don't write for roger and i'm not used to it so this is really not my best work. I feel like I can't really capture his essence like I can with his other characters, that's why I don't think i'll keep writing for him. I'd rather stick to his other characters :)

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You had no idea know what kind of cursed entity was against you that day, but everything was going wrong. You had spilled your coffee first thing in the morning, and everything after that had been a proper disaster.

That small incident had already left you in a mood, but when your car decided to break down on your way to work you just knew today was going to play with your nerves. The situation left you with only one option; calling a colleague and ask them to pick you up on their way. Thankfully you didn't have to go through your entire contacts list to find one that would be nice enough to accept, and you eventually made it on time. Your workplace wasn't too far from where you lived and truth is you could've easily walked there, but you had just got rid of a flu and the weather was still pretty chilly.

But that didn't stop here. The store was already packed with customers when you arrived and you immediately knew that meant twice as much work for you. At the end of the day you took far more money than any usual weekend, but you were beyond exhausted when your shift ended. And as if all of this wasn't enough, you had an ache in your shoulder that made it hard for you to move it.

-

Now you were back home, curled in a ball on your bed as you tried to finally get the rest you deserved. Roger wasn't going to be home until 30 more minutes so you still had some time for yourself.

You usually enjoyed your time alone, but as soon as you felt tears start to stream down your cheeks, you wished he could be here with you. All the stress and anxiety you had accumulated throughout the day suddenly hit you and you broke down crying, pressing your face into your pillow.

-

You had no idea how long you stayed there, but you'd cried long enough to trigger a headache. You eventually heard the sound of the front door open and dragged your body out of bed, rushing towards Roger and wrapping your arms around his waist without any warning, holding onto him tightly. He let out a sound of surprise and stumbled a bit at the sudden movement but his arms quickly came to wrap around your body, holding you close to him after he had tossed his keys on the dresser. You weren't sobbing anymore, but tears were still escaping the corner of your eyes freely.

"What's wrong, love?" he asked with a hint of concern, pressing a kiss on top of your head while his hand massaged your scalp gently. You tried to answer him but nothing came out, his concern only triggering more tears.

Roger lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the couch and sat down with you on his lap. If Freddie, John and Brian were there to witness the scene, they would have teased the hell out of him for being such a softie with you, a side of him they'd never seen until you two started dating.

Roger murmured comforting words in your ear while you closed your eyes, snuggling closer to him and listening to the sound of his breathing and heartbeat, something that always helped you calm down.

For some reason his arms felt like the safest place in the world most of the time. He always knew how to make you feel better and he didn't even have to do much. The fact that he was here, just holding you close while assuring you that everything was going to be okay was enough for you to feel at peace.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly, his hand playing with your hair.

Your sobs were now completely reduced to sniffs and hiccups but still, you waited a moment before allowing yourself to speak.

"It's dumb, really."

"Hey. If it made you upset, it's not dumb."

"It's just..."you paused. "I've had such a shit day. Every single thing I did went wrong. I couldn't even catch a break before something happened again. I even got yelled at by two customers which had never happened to me before. I genuinely felt like it was never going to end." your voice began to shake at the end of your explanation, tears forming in your eyes again. Roger placed a finger under your chin, gently lifting it so you made eye contact. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and wiped your tears with his thumb.

"You know you don't have to keep working, Y/N." he whispered after a brief hesitation, knowing this usually wasn't a conversation you liked to have. You sighed slightly in response, closing your eyes as you settled back against his chest.

"I know that, Rog. But I already told you I don't want to be dependent on you. I want to make my own money. Besides we both know what this would imply, I don't want you or anyone to think I'm only here for your money."

Roger was about to answer but chose to nod instead, knowing you weren't going to change your mind on this. Most girls he had been with in the past would've jumped on the opportunity, but you were different. And that's one of the many reasons why he loved you.

[indynerdgirl]

Today has been a very physically and emotionally exhausting day and I've got that headache you get from crying too much.

Because today is the 14th anniversary of my paternal grandfather's death. He was a complicated man and we had a complicated relationship. But I still miss him greatly. Acute myeloid leukemia due to his decades of smoking (along with some heart issues) is what took him from us.

So I decided to do something that I usually only do around All Souls Day and I drove down to Cincinnati to visit his grave. It's about a 2hr drive, one way, and while it was nice to have that time to myself I did end up having an existential crisis and a mild breakdown half way through.

And then I had another breakdown while standing in front of his grave. That was fun.

I also took the time to visit some other family members' graves (my great aunt & uncle, my great grandparents, my great-great grandparents, and my great-great-great grandfather) since I was there and I was also able to check up on some repairs I had requested a couple months ago for two headstones for some more distant ancestors of mine.

Once I was done there, I drove 15mins to a different cemetery to visit the grave of my maternal grandpa (who we lost to Alzheimer's February of 2020) where I proceeded to have another mini-breakdown.

I did feel much lighter on the drive home, but I still have the dull ache in my heart that comes around this time of year and usually doesn't go away until the anniversary of his funeral on the 11th. Grief is such an odd thing and it never truly goes away. It just gets smaller and less noticeable until something blows it back up, like an anniversary or something triggering a memory. And then you feel the pain all over again, like on the first day.

That first year after Pops died was so rough. I lost track of how many times I almost called him to tell him something or funny emails I wanted to forward to him only to remember he was gone. Even fourteen years later, this still happens every once in a while. It hasn't happened in the longest time, but just last week I caught myself thinking "Oh, I can't wait to tell Pops about Kyle's first flight!" (Pops was an Air Force fighter pilot himself in the 50s) only to have a wave of grief crash over me as I remembered that he's been gone for over a decade now.

Adding to the fact that grief never really goes away, is the layers added when you lose someone else. I've lost three of my four grandparents already and I almost lost the last one to a massive heart attack last year (thankfully my maternal grandmother is stubborn as hell). So some of my grief is older and easier to deal with and some of it is fresher and still easily triggered.

Anyways, I don't even know where I was going with this post other than to just say it's been a long and emotionally exhausting day for me. And that I need to go drink a bunch of water to help get rid of this post-crying dehydrated headache I've got. If you've already read this far, thanks. ❤️

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 34

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A little bit of plot, but mostly ironstrange x reader filthy porn. Bukkake stuff. Stephen finally opening up a lil bit, I mean... I've slept through a 1/3 of a hospital and lemme tell you, doctors are kinky bastards. On the same note, there's definitely going to be a chapter where all three men are involved after the plot shit is resolved.

There was something big brewing. I had a hunch... which was more like a strong sense of doom... hanging over me and the rest of the world. Peter also had noticed the sudden spike in anxiety, quoting the sudden disappearance of many low-tier mutants from the streets. Usually, Peter dealt with at least a few enhanced enemies during his patrols but the closer it got to Christmas, the less enhanced bothered with small-time crimes, the more intense the buzzing of his Spidey sense became.

Now that my immediate lack of income wasn't a problem anymore, I set business onto that damn mercenary. I was no spy, I was no SHIELD operative but... I could be very clever.

First things first, I had to make sure I would stay alive no matter what. A subdermal tracker was a good guarantee of security and I spent many hours making one - having to keep it a secret was incredibly hard, I hated lying to my loves and I hated avoiding Wanda even more - I was constantly on the edge around the telepath, hyperfocused on keeping up the pretense of normalcy.

I wouldn't be me if I couldn't successfully pull off a whole ass façade. Unfortunately, the continued failures of the people searching left and right for the mercenary only fueled my strength for the inevitable fuck-fest that I would have to create in order to make sure my people get the peace they fucking deserve. The web of lies grew in size every damn day.

Subdermal tracker, an implant that reports directly to Friday upon activation. It hurt like a bitch - I had cut myself open, an inch wide gash on the inside of my forearm - and put it in without any anesthesia in my own bathroom, not even thinking twice before making up a lie that I had been careless in the lab and hurt myself.

An antidote to common tranquilizers, creating it gave me a headache the size of Moscow but I'd been successful; Tony assembled the whole team when he found it out, offering me a ridiculous amount of money for the formula. It was weird. SHIELD was interested, too, and I had to witness Tony and Coulson argue. Apparently, the agency wanted to recruit me and Tony was adamantly against it, totally forgetting the promise Natasha had given me. In the end, the spy and Coulson shared a quiet conversation and the man left, respectfully complimenting my skills.

I sold the formula to Stark Industries, unable to get rid of the weirdness of the situation. I had to shake hands with my own boyfriend and his ex-girlfriend... In a business setting. What. Just what. Bucky and Stephen couldn't stop laughing at the face I made all throughout that day - and Clint even went as far as to bake me a gag cake, a cartooney handshake drawn in frosting on top of it. I hit him with a spatula, Loki smiled in his direction for the first time in, like, ever. It was a trip and Tony had way too much fun with the incident.

Perhaps, turning myself into a cyborg stew wasn't the best plan that was possible to think up in a few weeks' time but I've never claimed to be exceptionally intelligent; if anything, I've always considered myself to be a moderately educated idiot. It is common knowledge that there are two halves of a whole idiot: my second half was on his way from California, having had received my very detailed e-mail about the whole cursed box fiasco and the consequences that followed. I could barely contain my excitement at the prospect of seeing uncle Eddie and his symbiote again.

Tony wasn't even half as excited; if anything, he bordered on outright hostile, bickering, and sassing everybody left and right. It could have been the situation at hand finally getting on his last nerves. It could have been his jealousy, the same that appeared every time I paid extra attention to someone that wasn't him, Bruce or Stephen. Either way, Bruce was sighing all the time now and Stephen's remarks began to fill with poison once again.

Just like the good old times, I guess. I was forced to pull a Me over and over, interrupting their petty arguments with increasingly absurd remarks. I felt like everybody was laughing at me these days, which ended in only one way it could have...

"Brat," Stephen's patience was paper-thin and, being forcefully distracted from yelling at Tony, he directed his angst at the nearest person - me. "I oughta put you over my knee. I swear to Cosmos..."

"Blah, blah, blah. Don't you ever get tired of listening to yourself talk?" I raised my eyebrows, tone deceptively calm. "You're talking too much for someone who can't even..." I didn't get to finish my sentence, suddenly finding my mouth firmly glued shut. It was magic - the sensation was pulling, but not unpleasant. Reminded me of a ball gag Tony had used on me in the early days of our relationship.

"Now, Dumbledore, hold your horses..." Tony interjected looking none-too-happy. The engineer placed a warning arm on the sorcerer's bicep, their little spat seemingly forgotten.

"What, Tony? She's been nothing but a mouthy urchin the past few days, I can't stand it anymore," They shared a meaningful look; no matter how much Tony wanted to argue, he knew Stephen was right. What he didn't know was that there probably have been a magic versus science altercation... Or worse. Humiliation was a small price to pay for some (relative) peace.

I did what I do best. I annoyed them further, throwing up a juicy middle finger to the two men and turned around with a huff, mind set on finding Loki to undo the mute ban Stephen gave me. Needless to say, I didn't make it very far.

In mere seconds, I was sandwiched between the two men, Stephen's finger delicately holding my chin to force me to look into his eyes. Tony was holding onto my shoulders from behind me - I could feel the tension, my engineer was almost buzzing with it. I was pretty sure my eyes were laughing anyway because Stephen's frown slowly transformed into a coy smirk once his stormy blues focused on my face.

"Brat," He repeated once again. "She's doing this on purpose."

"I can't say I'm surprised," Tony's breath tickled the nape of my neck. "That does sound like our little Princess," Apparently, it took all of a 0.1 second for Tony to switch from annoyed to horny. Men, they were so easy to play. "Baby, if you wanted our attention you could have just said so," He chastised me, hands sliding down to my waist.

I hummed, and then aggressively hummed some more until Stephen removed the magical gag. "Not like you'd notice it, being occupied with tearing each other's hair out," I pouted.

The sorcerer briefly averted his eyes, leaning down to softly kiss my pout. It was very unlikely I'd get an actual apology but a kiss I won't be complaining about either. "So, your best tactic was to annoy us even more? How does that work out for you?"

I pulled on the tied fabric around his waist, bringing him closer to me. "Pretty good, if I'm being honest. You're exactly where I wanted you to be," Carelessly, I began untying the layers of silks and cotton I had become intimately familiar with over the course of the past few weeks. Most of the time Steph wore his wizard garbs and while figuring out how to undo them was a trip at first, I had gotten him desperate enough a few times, for him to show me a few tips and tricks for easier access.

Tony snorted somewhere behind me. "You just want us for our bodies," His hands wormed their way under my shirt, brushing the underside of my breasts. Bra? Hardly know her. "Our beautiful, sexy bodies." Yes Tony, very humble.

"When will you learn, people?" I asked rhetorically, simultaneously leaning into both Tony's and Stephen's touch. "Why fight each other when you could be fucking me into oblivion instead?"

Stephen snorted, still not completely used to the at times crude things that left my (and occasionally Tony's) mouth. I had a hunch the sorcerer was holding back somewhat - for whatever reason - and I was eagerly waiting for him to get comfortable enough to reveal that special part of himself. Whatever it was, I just knew it was delicious and sinful and-

"Do you really think I will be giving you what you want after your little... Stunt?" Steph went balls out; his voice dropped and the intensity of his stare left me breathless. The hand that was stroking my face wrapped around my throat as he had some sort of a silent conversation with Tony.

"Yeah," I emphasized the word with an inaudible 'duh' behind it but obediently trotted along as Stephen backed up towards the couch, leading me by the throat like a pet on a leash. I was steadily going into 'no thoughts, head empty' territory.

"I like it when you get all bossy," Tony remarked casually but he was close enough for me to hear the strain in his voice. Every time we fucked, Tony eagerly gave up the control to Stephen. I definitely saw the appeal. Stephen Strange demanded authority effortlessly, his stern but fair attitude simply demanded to kneel.

That's just what I did. As soon as Stephen made himself comfortable on the Italian leather couch, I dropped to my knees, looking up at the man with big round eyes. Just like Tony and Bruce, Stephen had his own weaknesses when it came to moi and I wasn't ashamed to exploit them. Steph's stroked my hair, carding careful fingers through it, slowly unbuttoning his pants with his other hand.

"If you insist on being mouthy, I have a better task for you," He husked, pulling me closer towards him. I called it his doctor voice. Honestly, I don't have a clue how his surgical team could be around him with their pants on back in the day... The man was a snack on a silver platter.

Steph's erection sprang free. I didn't hesitate to wrap my hand around it, stroking the underside of his glans just like he liked it, looking to the side where Tony landed on the couch next to Stephen, a curious look on his face. Yeah, Tony liked to watch. Me and Stephen or me and Bruce... Me and Stephen and Bruce? That's an idea for later.

"Don't mind little old me," Tony smirked his trademark Stark mischief, getting comfortable, ditching his oil-stained shirt and unbuttoning his pants to lazily palm himself through his boxers. "Carry on," The smirk only grew when Tony noticed both me and Steph eyeing him with amusement.

I hid my grin, nodding my head, before wrapping my lips around the tip of Stephen's cock, relaxing my throat to prepare for the intrusion. Sweet and salty, the slit on his cockhead was mercilessly teased by the tip of my tongue.

Stephen murmured encouragements under his breath as I began to bob up and down, him controlling the pace with a hand in my hair, just the right balance between cruel and gentle. The sorcerer was always too good to me, bringing me to the point of overstimulation and instantly soothing the ache afterward; "Fuck, darling, your mouth feels like heaven," He groaned as I snuck a look upwards to see his lips parted and a steady flush crawling up his neck.

"She knows how to work a man, doesn't she?" Tony's lust had him panting, hips moving into his own hand. He leaned closer to Stephen, brushing my hair behind my ear with a tender hand. "Merlin needs to share," Tony began pulling me in his direction. I reluctantly let go of Stephen's cock, keeping up the pace with my hand as I scooted closer to Tony to be able to mouth at his stiff erection.

Watching me suck cock always got Tony hard enough to pound nails with. I couldn't blame him, I knew what I could do and did well; by the time I made my way down his thick flesh, drool was dripping down my chin and the make-up around my eyes was surely smeared by tears. My engineer was much less gentle than Steph, pounding my face without reservations.

"I know you can take it, baby girl, fuck," My face was held in his strong grip, thumbs digging into my jaw. "Such a good girl," The two words went straight down to my pussy and I had to squirm and clench my thighs together, whining at the lack of friction.

The air was pierced by a low moan - Stephen was fisting his erection almost desperately now, almost as desperately as I was humping the air, whining like a bitch in heat at the taste of Tony's cock in my mouth. I knew neither of the men would last long, not with all that pent up tension running through their minds and bodies.

"Fuck, come here, baby girl," The engineer yanked me off his cock, gripping the base of it so forcefully his knuckles turned white. I was all but dragged into the space between them; still kneeling, barely seeing with snot and tears smeared all over my face, I couldn't hold in the broken moan as the realization set in.

"Keep your eyes open!" Steph instructed furiously, scooting to tower over me. Tony followed in his steps as I obediently lifted my eyes to their cocks and then their faces; nearly identical furrowed brow expressions stared back at me, lips moist and eyes wide. Both men stroked themselves with renewed vigor.

I hummed softly before sticking out my tongue; their reaction didn't let me wait long. Strings of pearly white cum landed in my hair, on my face; I felt the warmth on my skin and tasted their salt and musk on the tip of my tongue, reflexively swallowing each and every drop that landed in my mouth, savoring it just like I savored the sinful groans that left their mouths.

"Fuck, you're so good to us," Tony panted, gracelessly falling backward onto the couch.

Stephen, however, didn't hurry to catch his breath, giving me a thoughtful look. His fingers shook more than ever but he paid no mind to the discomfort, gathering the cum dripping down my face with two fingers and offering it to me, holding them up to my lips as I gently cleaned them off. And he did it again, and again, until Tony gave a weak moan of recognition, throwing an arm under his head.

"Be polite, Princess," Stephen's voice hadn't lost the lust in it just yet.

"Thank you, sir," I mumbled, utterly captivated by the way he was looking at me. Stormy blues radiated a strong sense of intensity, devotion perhaps, that I wasn't ready for.

Stephen smiled at me, almost coyly, before kneeling right next to me and bringing me over the edge with a few sharp, clever movements of his hand. I held onto his shoulders for dear life, barely noticing Tony's reaction - if there was one - my other lover seemed to be as surprised as I was, choosing to hang back and observe the unusual situation.

I had a feeling that whatever it was, it would make another appearance during our playtime. It wasn't just sex, it wasn't making love - it was... Something. I loved every second of it.

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[twinvictim]

Blake and Miles /18. Maybe murkoff found them?

‘I promise you… We’ll never be apart for long.’

The gentle sound of rain tapping the windows of the shady motel sounded almost like someone very delicately tapping at the windowsill. Miles was laying in their shared bed wide awake, his nerves absolutely fried, only mildly soothed by Blake's sleeping form next to him, his warmth inviting, but Miles couldn't sleep.

The buzzing that existed behind his eyelids, in his head, under his skin when aggravated hissed at him, a signal he tried desperately to understand for several moments. An alert dog, that was one of the few things he could really harness and perfect from the Wallrider, that and headaches. But the real, tangible intuition it gave him was invaluable in their situation.

Blake called it a paranoia machine, "seems like it means to just scare the shit out of you, does it more than it helps anyways."

Miles couldn't argue, but neither could deny the usefulness this abomination to God attached to Miles held. Miles hated that it was attached to his body, he felt like a stranger in his own skin, again, but he couldn't try and get rid of it.

Not when Murkoff was out there.

He sat straight up in bed, finally understanding what the buzzing was saying, why the dog was barking at the road.

He hurried out of bed and began grabbing clothes, anything that could be identified as his and not Blake's. He kept himself as calm as he could, fumbling a little with his fingers in his haste. He managed to grab a backpack full of his belongings before he turned around and found Blake staring at him with wide eyes like a kicked puppy. Knowing what he was doing. Miles felt a stabbing in his gut.

"Miles..."

"I've got to get out here."

"But.." Blake started, like he was going to argue, "Wait just let me come with."

They'd discussed it before, Miles explaining in no uncertain terms that the possibility of him having to leave on his own was closer to a hundred instead of zero. But faced with it now, he almost wanted to give in, to risk it anyways. All those times before they hadn't had what they'd cultivated now, more than just a fling, far more than stress relief, romance sure but genuine heartfelt feelings. Miles hadn't considered how much it would hurt.

"You know I can't I'm sorry I want to really, but the more space I can put between us the safer you are. They're not after you, not really anyways." Miles shook his head and made his way to the front door, only for Blake's lage calloused hands to wrap gently around his wrist, the eyes he met again were brimming with tears.

"Miles please don't leave, I don't care if they're after me too I don't care if it's dangerous It's not like I have anything else in my life. Nothing worthwhile." Blake insisted, begging him, and for a moment the starry eyes meeting his almost convinced him. He didn't want to leave him behind, he knew it would ache, it would tear him apart and he dreaded facing God knew how long without him, how many panicked nights and long lonely days.

But temporary separation was better than putting Blake at risk, maybe there was something selfish in that.

"I'll see you again Blake, but I have to go."

"Miles please, I can't...I can't just go on and live my life without you now, fuck I don't want you to live not knowing if you're alright or not please..."

Miles took a deep breath, knowing what he had to do no matter what he wanted. He leaned in and kissed his forehead, gently cupping his cheek.

"Listen to me Blake. I promise you...we'll never be apart for long. I want to be here, I'll find you again, trust me."

He pulled away and while Blake reached for him, he didn't stop him from leaving. Miles almost wished he would.

He approached the night, biting his cheek to keep himself from dissolving into hysterical tears hating how unfair it all was. He had to funnel the anger Into something, and that something was running murkoff and their bastards ragged looking for their guard dog.

He stared at the moonless sky and held his promise close to his chest.

[malfoymania]

LOYALTIES | 5 | D.M

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CHAPTER FIVE

LILY KINGLSEY

Classes the next day seem to drag. I can't stop thinking about what happened last night in the common room. How easily my hand went to Malfoy's face when I was in such a blind state of anger. I felt guilty.

"Lily, stop worrying about it. He got what he deserved" Hermione smiles, placing her hand on mine.

I told everyone what happened over breakfast. How I slapped Draco. It didn't come to much of a surprise apparently. Ron thought it was hilarious. Harry and Hermione saw the funny side too, but I can tell they both saw how much it bothered me.

"I'm not worrying about it." I reply, snapping out of my daydream and continuing to write my essay.

"Lily, you've been stuck in your head all day" She tells me, and she's not wrong. "What's really bothering you?"

I sigh, the sickening feeling throwing itself around my stomach yet again.

"I didn't hesitate to hurt him Hermione. That screams Slytherin." I admit with guilt evident in my voice.

"Yes it does, because you are Slytherin Lily. I know how much you hate it, but you're also just like your father. You want to help the right side, just like he did."

"My mum would hate me if she knew what I'd done" I say, still feeling ashamed.

"I think she'd be bloody damn proud." Hermione is quick to say. "We all know that her and Harry's mum were two of the quickest witted and strongest women at Hogwarts. She'd of done exactly the same thing, if not worse."

I smile at her words. She's right. According to my father my mum was just like me. She had a short temper and she said what she was thinking. I could listen to him talk about her all day. His eyes light up with such joy whenever he tells me about her. It makes me proud to be their daughter.

"Come on, we can finish this tomorrow. Go get out of your uniform and we'll find the boys." She smiles.

I head back to my dorm and try to bask in Hermione's words. As hard as I try to dominate my mothers Gryffindor traits, I always seem to let my darker side slip out, and since the start of this year it only seems to be happening more and more. I wish she was here to guide me.

When I get to my dorm I pull open the door and get ready to change as quickly as possible, but I jump out of my skin when I see a figure in the corner of the room.

"Merlin Malfoy! What the fuck are you doing in here?" I yelp, not expecting to see the blonde haired boy sat in my window.

"Waiting for you" he hums, looking more relaxed than ever.

"Get out of my room" I demand, pointing towards the door.

"It's not just your room. For all you know I could be waiting for one of your roommates." he shrugs, leaning further back into the window frame.

"You literally just said that you were waiting for me" I spit, crossing my arms. I don't have time for this crap.

"What's with the rocks on your window?" He asks, completely ignoring me and picking one up, twirling it between his fingers in the sunlight.

"They're crystals. They have different healing energies."

"What does the green one do?" he questions, picking up the crystal that's our house colour.

"It's supposed to get rid of headaches."

"Does it work?" He raises an eyebrow, looking over at me from the window.

"Clearly not. You're still here." I reply blandly, rubbing my hands across my face. Why is he here?

He's hopped down from his position on the window now, and he's making his way over to me slowly.

"You're a real bitch, you know that?" He says calmly. He doesn't seem angry or offended by my words. He just simply makes his statement.

"Yes, you've told me before." He's so close to me I have to look up at him now. I bet his height gives him an incredible ego boost. I've never once been nice to Draco. I've always been a dick towards him and I'm aware of it, but when I hear him call me those words out loud I can't help but let them sting slightly.

"Well stop. It makes you annoyingly attractive." He says lowly, his grey eyes not leaving mine. My stomach drops. What the fuck?

"I...I- Wh- what?" I stumble over my words but he doesn't seem to acknowledge it. Any other time he'd use this as an opportunity to pull me apart.

"You heard me Kingsley." He looks down now at my lips. His thumb reaches to them and swipes against my bottom lip, pulling it ever so slightly as his rough skin catches it.

I'm terrified. Not only by the position i'm in but by the fact that I haven't shoved him off me yet. I'm letting him touch me. I want him to touch me.

"Draco, what are you doing?"

"Don't call me that." He hisses, his thumb leaving my lip, but sliding it across so that his hand now cups my cheek.

"Why not?" I breathe.

"Because it makes me want to do this" he whispers, placing his lips on mine.

My stomach completely erupts with butterfly's. Never once did I imagine that this would be happening. His lips are soft. So soft. He pushes against me slightly, deepening the kiss. I do the same, annoyingly not wanting to stop either.

He tastes like mint. He smells expensive. He feels amazing. He is amazi-

"What the fuck are we doing?" I pull away quickly when I stop myself from thinking the unimaginable.

"Kissing?" He replies, looking slightly shocked by the fact that I just yanked myself away from him.

"Dra- Malfoy. This is crazy! I slapped you literally just last night for being an asshole, and now you kiss me?" I yell, getting angrier by the second.

"Yeah, that was uncalled for." He states dryly.

"No it wasn't. I will never let any man degrade me, let alone a boy like you" I laugh slightly, shocked by this conversation i'm having.

"I didn't degrade you."

"Are you kidding me? All you ever do is degrade me! And my friends. You think you're better than everyone else!" It's frustrating me all the more that he's so calm during all of this. I want him to bite back.

He doesn't respond this time. He just looks at me, and as hard as i'm trying, I cannot for the life of me tell what he's thinking. "Say something goddamn it!"

"What do you want me to say?" he asks with more force.

"I don't know! You always have something to say. Some stupid shit that makes me feel like crap" I yell.

"Oh yeah? We'll have you ever noticed that you're exactly the same?" He spits, his demeanour quickly becoming less relaxed.

"Well maybe you should fucking stay away from me then!" I throw my hands in the air, completely infuriated by this situation. By him.

"I can't Lily! No matter what I do you're always there!"

We're both full of anger; heaving chests and red faces. I hate the boy. I truly do, but all I can think about is kissing his stupid face.

Before I know it. I'm the one pushing him against the wall. Both my hands cupping his face.

Unlike before, my lips move forcefully against his. Draco doesn't react at first. He stumbles backwards in shock. When I notice that it's just my lips moving I begin to pull away, but before I can his hands go to my waist and pull me against him. He's kissing me back.

"Christ, what are you doing to me Lily?" He mutters when he gasps for air. Hearing him say my name like that doesn't fill me with anger like it did last night, it makes me feel giddy and special.

His eyes are filled with hunger and lust. Ron was right; there is plenty of sexual tension that's been pent up, and we're finally realising it. Finally releasing it.

When we eventually pull away we're a pair of heaving chests, messy hair and lustful teenagers. I don't look at him to begin with. I'm embarrassed. Ashamed that I let my guard down and pinned the boy who makes me furious against a wall and kissed him.

"That was- something" Draco breaths, looking down at me. I don't say anything. He places his hand under my chin and tilts my head up to look at him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, i'm just confused" I say honestly.

"Me too. You drive me crazy Lily Kingsley, and I hate that." His eyes flicker between the two of mine. I've never known him to be so honest before, it's weird.

"Yeah well you do too." I say with a small smile. I watch as the corners of his lips tug upwards, making my heart swell. This isn't good. "I... I need to g-go."

I quickly remove myself from his embrace and grab my bag, ready to head out the door.

"You can't just leave" Draco laughs, clearly enjoying my panic.

"Yes I can. And you need to go too." I fluster.

"If you say so" he grins, straightening his collar. I stand and watch as he saunters to the door. "See you in class Kingsley."

And with that he's gone, and i'm left wondering what the hell just happened, and why i'm desperate for more.

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[queennicoleinboots]

Swamp Ass

A/N: Alternate Reality. Shit just happens.

It was yet another 80 degree-Fahrenheit day in Georgia. But 80 degrees is not 80 degrees in Georgia. It's really closer to 100 degrees when you factor in humidity and radiation from cell phone towers. I was sweating (and eating) like a pig.

My husband, Joebear, was growling because his butt was sweating. He hated having swamp ass. So he turned on the air conditioner. He also had a fan blowing in his face. The bear needed to be cool in order to not go bear shit on the world.

Speaking of bears, Colonel Mac, a gray bear, was riding over swamp land in his power wheelchair. His wheels were getting stuck in the swamp bog, so he kept having to ride one foot forward and two feet back. He was also grumbling about having a swamp ass because it was sweating in the chair. Clearly, he was having a fucked-up day.

Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing also had a terrible case of swamp ass. He was taking a huge shit on some documents he needed to get rid of because his shredder stopped working. His angry brown bear wife named Megara thought his swamp ass was being put to good use. She had swamp ass, too.

I also had swamp ass. I was sitting under a tree in the swamp and eating vegetable soup and chocolate. I was also waiting on my husband's meatloaf to finish cooking so I could eat that. It had swamp ass, too.

Paul the Goat was trying to mow the swamp with his lawn mower because he was sick of the bog. His lawn mower broke. He started bleating with a deep voice and beating the hell out of the lawn mower. Apparently, he would scratch his butt every now and then. He lacked air conditioner and hot water. He had a case of swamp ass, too.

Hollywood, his horse that joined the Secret American Society of Sexually Frustrated Goats literally a second ago, also just took a sloppy, green dump on the lawn mower. His leg was in severe pain and needed an X-ray specifically done by a sexually frustrated goat veterinarian. Hollywood also had swamp ass.

Joebear realized that he could smell the horse shit. He sniffed the air and asked, "Whoa! What the fuck is that bullshit smell?" He squinched his nose and looked around to see Paul the Goat peeing on the lawn mower to rinse the horse shit off of it. The smell of the piss and shit was being caught in the fan. "Oh my God I'm braindead!" Joebear turned off the fan and stuck his head in the computer screen. "Actually braindead." Joebear scratched his head. He laughed. "That's fucked up. That's very much fucked up. And sometimes I wonder why I'm fucked up."

I laughed at my husband and said, "I'm sorry, bae. I'm fucked up."

Colonel Mac ran into a tree when he was backing up. The tree was moist and left a wet streak on Colonel Mac's back. "What the fuck is wrong with this tree?!" he screamed as he went forward and looked behind him as he shook his fist at the tree. "DOES IT NEED A MASSAGE?!" Even the tree had swamp ass.

"Apparently," I said. "I need a forehead massage to deal with all of this swamp ass!" I started to massage my own forehead.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!! FUCKING KIDDING ME?!!!!!" Joebear screamed at his computer. Apparently, it had swamp ass, too.

Colonel Mac tried to ride over to me before the damn wheelchair got caught on a fuckass tree root and sent him flying toward me. "HOLY SHIT!" he yelled in a strong Southern accent.

"All right. Time to get around this guy's dumb shit. Mother fucker!" Joebear growled as he referred to the tree with swamp ass and glared at his computer screen.

"I managed to get around the guy's dumb shit!" Colonel Mac screamed as his body ended up going through my forehead at Ludacris speed. He went physically through a tree before screaming as he landed right between Joebear and me. Then, Colonel Mac got up and started dancing a gig to the Chicken Dance song.

"Goddammit fucking horse!" Joebear screamed before Hollywood ran his bear ass over. The horse then kicked the shit out of the oven where the meatloaf was. "Ugh. Calm that shit down!" Joebear rolled over and growled.

Colonel Mac farted as he danced. Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing farted as he ate a piece of a chicken. I farted as my ass was now foggy bottom.

The oven threw out the meatloaf and flew into Joebear's bear ass. "Just random kids! Why are they writing stories about my dinner going in my ass? Let's get rid of this dumb shit." On that note, Joebear took a shit. He also cussed out Black Desert Online and Magic the Gathering as he played them on his computer. He tried to play League of Legends, but he kept getting matches where he was 4 versus 5.

Colonel Mac also took this moment to take a shit to finish the dance. His ass was now a swamp. His shit literally consumed all of us. Now we were located in Swamp Ass Mac in Logantown, Georgia. This man hugged everyone as dudes do. No homo. No gay shit.

Skipjacks were swimming around in Mac's shit. Peter, my curly-haired jerk ex-client with green eyes, was sitting on a toilet that was on top of a shit wave that crashed near us.

Peter growled. "Dammit! Over a year later, and it happened again. Explosive diarrhea. Fuck me. I'm a zombie who has been radiated by nearby cell phone towers. OH AND I HAVE COVID-19!" he screamed as he remained on the toilet.

Joebear ate a piece of meatloaf before looking at him. "Dude, you're fucked up."

"Oh God. My long lost cousin's sister's brother's former college roommate almost had Covid a month ago. You're the first asshole who has it this month," Colonel Mac said. "Something tells me you're a swamp asshole."

"WHO IS HE TO YOU?!" Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing sang randomly.

"Absolutely nobody," Colonel Mac said with a hearty laugh.

"What was the point of mentioning it then?" Megara asked as she threw her left hip to the side.

"The son'a bitch was a Democrat!" Colonel Mac said with a snort laugh.

"Really? I heard almost all Democrats had it," Peter said as he blinked.

"Yep. Only liberals have it," I said as I poked his right shoulder repeatedly.

"Oh fuck you, Xara!" Peter said as he rolled his eyes and poked me repeatedly. "Everything's political with you!"

Joebear ate a fish that was in Peter's shit wave. "What am I going to do about my balls?"

"I don't know, bae. You have swamp balls," I said.

"Swamp balls? What the fuck are those?" Joebear asked.

"They're like swamp ass. You have sweaty balls," I said.

Joebear stared at me with his bear brown eyes. "... Girl. You fucked up," he said.

Colonel Mac growled in agreement.

A random song from the 80s, "Hi! ho! Let's Go!" started playing in the swamp.

"Shut the. Fuck. Up. Shut the. Fuck. Up," Joebear sang along. "Let's stick our dicks in a blender and see what happens."

I laughed so hard I had a headache.

"Why not? I can't have sex when I have Covid. Might as well stick my dick in a blender and feed it to these fish," Peter said with a shrug.

The skipjacks immediately began to swirl around Peter while making goofy noises. They were hungry. And they had swamp ass.

"Fuck off. I was being facetious. And it's a fucking oven out here! It's almost as bad as when my old Ford Lincoln had no AC. Thank God that fucking car caught on fire," Peter spoke.

"That's nothing. I abuse my dick three times a day and have sex. And fuck that car indeed," Joebear said as he growled and started masturbating.

Paul the Goat bleated and had to excuse himself.

"There are too many penises and swamp asses in this story!" Colonel Mac shouted. "This is gay!"

Joebear growled loudly and realized that Colonel Mac was correct. "You're right, dude. I need sex!" Joebear screamed.

Everyone bleated except me. I was eating more vegetables. I needed to shower. I had swamp ass.

"Bae Whuhhh!!! Let me eat! Let me shower!" I shouted happily as I ate.

"Hurry up. I need to release seed. In fact, I need to eat, too. I am going to eat a sandwich!"

So Joebear took his sandwich and remaining piece of meatloaf and went in the woods to await me.

Colonel Mac tried to get out of this story, but he managed to tweak his right knee. "Oh fuck! I can't even get out of this sausage fest story! I'm fucked. Sigh!" he complained as his right leg was completely consumed by the swamp. It had swamp ass.

"Story of my life," Peter said with a giggle. "You would positively DIE if you knew half of the horrible shit I'VE gone through. Especially in the last three years. Holy Shit being around Xara is a curse!"

I giggled and ate the last bite of soup. Then, I walked over to fish out Colonel Mac's leg from swamp ass and patted his knee. "I'll give you the transcripts," I said to Colonel Mac as I poked the knee once.

"Feels good," Colonel Mac said. "Okay. Send the transcripts."

"Fuck you," Peter said as he folded his arms over his chest and glared at me with menacing green eyes.

"Haha. You're a dick, Peter," I said as I left the swamp.

Ted the Alligator then drained the swamp. Peter was going down a toilet while he remained on the toilet. Colonel Mac also was flushed down the toilet. Paul the Goat bleated, and Hollywood winnied as they were also flushed down Swamp Ass Mac's drain. Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing randomly sang in opera, "SWAMP ASS!!! MY ASS PASSES GAS" as the end credits to this story.

[haven-raven012591]

Just Because

Warning: fluffy and Smutty

She was laying on the couch because she didn't want to be on the bed anymore. She'd woken up and cleaned up the house as she waited for him to get home. She'd been having a lot of headaches lately and wanted to get rid of the one she had now before he came home. She also wanted to ease him into the fact that while he'd been gone she'd adopted two pets. He loved animals so she wasn't extremely worried about that but they'd only been dating a year and that's what was bothering her.

She answered her phone and smiled. "Hey you what's up?" Raven asked. "I'm ok love just wanted ta check in wit ya before I got on the plane." Finn said. "What, babe you're not on the ground yet?" Raven asked. "No, tere were delays and stupid shit." Finn said. She rubbed her timple and sighed. "Raven what's wrong?" Finn asked. "I was just so excited I thought you'd be home tonight." Raven said. "Love I will be." Finn said. "I know." Raven whined. "What's wrong wit my Raven?" Finn asked. "I have a migraine and I'm whiny." Raven said.

He laughed and she licked her lips. "Have a good flight Finn." Raven said hanging up. He looked at his phone and sighed rubbing his neck. "You messed up didn't you?" Seth asked. "Yeah." Finn said. "I'll get Dylan to call her." Seth said. "I'll make it up ta her Seth." Finn said. They got on the plane and Finn leaned back and closed her eyes. Raven sat on the couch and held her new puppy close.

It sliently licked her tears away and it made her feel worse so she moved to the bed. The kitten was on her side and she smiled. "Binx come here boy." Raven called. He came to her and she put Annika on the bed. She rubbed his little head and smiled when he jumped into her arms. She laid in her side and stroked Binx's fur and he purred softly. It calmed her to sleep. Finn got home and saw the house spotless and then saw the couch. "Ok Raven where'd ya go, yer cars here and so is yer purse." Finn said as he laid dinner and flowers along with a bag on the counter.

He dropped his bag in the laundry room and took off his shirt as he went to the bedroom. He walked in and was greeted by a growl and a yip. "Well now where did she get you huh?" Finn asked softly as he moved closer to the bed seeing her asleep. "A ghrá." Finn whispered as he moved to her side. He moved her hair and a pair of green eyes looked up at him. "She finally got ya huh buddy." Finn said. She mumbled and he kissed her forehead. "Baby?" Raven whispered he turned on her light and she blinked looking up at him. He sat down and moved the kitten.

She sat up and hugged him tightly. "I've missed you." Raven whispered. "I missed ya too a ghrá." Finn whispered playing with her hair. "I love ya so much Raven I didn't mean ta laugh ya just sounded so damn cute." Finn said. She giggled and he kissed her neck. "Finn don't ok I don't think I can take it." Raven whispered. "Let me pamper ya love and run my hands over yer skin." Finn said. She looked up and kissed him heatedly. He laid her down and pulled back.

"So what's wit the pup and kitten?" Finn asked. She smiled and rubbed his arms. "New additions if you'll let me keep them." Raven said. "Ya could've waited and I'd have gone wit ya love." Finn said. She laughed as he laid his head in the hallow of her neck. "You'd have picked every animal in the place baby I knew I could limit myself." Raven teased. "Yer not hiding anymore secrets are ya love?" Finn asked. "No." Raven giggled as he nuzzled her neck. "Finn that tickles." Raven giggled more.

He moved so fast and kissed her passionately as her arms went around his neck needing to be closer to him. "I have ta stop dinner is gettin cold and yer presents are waitin." Finn said. She rubbed his shoulders and he picked her up smiling. "You can put me down ya know." Raven giggled. "I like doin tis." Finn said. She kissed him long and slow. "I know baby." Raven said. She held him close and he sighed. "I love bein home wit ya Raven, I don't wanna leave some times." Finn said.

She nuzzled his neck and he sat with her on the couch. "You're so frustrated my love but it'll be ok I promise." Raven said. "I want ta be a champion again I want my title back." Finn said. "One day my love, one day you'll get it back and this time I'll be there to make sure you don't get hurt." Raven teased. "My lucky charm I can't lose when yer there." Finn said. "Baylay seems to be a good luck charm." Raven said. He caressed her cheek. "She is my friend you are my Raven, my everything." Finn said. She looked at him.

He'd never said that to her....ever. She couldn't stop the tears from falling then. "No, Raven tat was supposed ta make ya happy not cry I don't understand." Finn said as he thumbed away her tears. "Finn you've never called me that baby not ever." Raven said softly. "I...I know love but I mean it, ya are my everything and when I'm home wit ya I am so happy." Finn said. He was rubbing her arms and kissed her hands. She wrapped her arms around him and held onto him tightly.

"Oh my Raven what I wouldn't do ta keep ya like tis for days." Finn breathed as he kissed her neck. "I love you Finn and you're my everything as well." Raven sobbed into his neck. "Love what's wrong?" Finn asked. "I'm jealous of her because she gets to hug you and be with you and I'm here." Raven said. He held her tightly and rubbed her back knowing it was something else. "My Raven tell me the truth." Finn whispered. "I can't." Raven sobbed. "Ya can tell me anyting love." Finn soothed. "It's dark again." Raven whispered.

Finn held her close stroking her hair. "I love ya Raven and I'll sit here and hold you until you can face the world." Finn whispered. She gripped his shoulders and he leaned back rubbing her back smiling. "Why didn't ya tell me Raven?" Finn asked. "I couldn't bring you down with me." Raven whispered. He looked at her and she pulled back getting up. "You eat ok I'm gonna take Annika for a walk." Raven said. "Love let me go wit ya." Finn said. "I need to clear my head Finn!" Raven yelled.

He went to her and took her hand. "Go away." Raven growled. He framed her face. "I can't." Finn whispered. She pulled away and he took her hand. "Where you go, I go." Finn said. She wobbled and he pulled her close holding her tightly. "Shh my Raven." Finn whispered. She shoved him back and he just stared at her. "I love you." Finn said. "You'll leave they all leave just wait I'll fall like this and you'll leave me drowning." Raven accused. He shook his head and she turned putting the leash on Annika. "You'll be gone when I get back I'm sure." Raven said her voice broken and hallow.

She put her shoes on and walked out. Finn put his laundry in the washer and got in the shower. His little bird was having a hard time flying and she didn't mean anything she said he knew that. He got out and warmed up the food keeping it in the oven and warm for them. He put her flowers in a vase and on her nightstand. She was special so the sunflowers and black roses would make her smile. The little gift bag he put on the coffee table in the living room. Happy with what he had done he waited for her.

The sky opened up and it started thundering and lightening like crazy. One loud clap of thunder and Binx jumped into Finn's lap. "Aww hey boy it's ok, yer mom loves thunder storms sometimes." Finn said. Just then he got a call. "Hello, oh hey Dylan." Finn said. He sat up and sighed. "What are you two doing in....oh ok, yeah I'm coming." Finn said. He dressed and got her some warm dry clothes and went to the hotel. Dylan opened the door. "Hey, did you two fight?" Dylan asked.

Finn went in and saw Raven there in the corner with Annika. "No we didn't fight." Finn said. "Oh no, she's down again." Dylan said softly. Finn nodded. He put the bag down and went to Raven. "Hey man." Seth said. "Hey." Finn said as he crouched down. "Raven." Seth said. "I don't wanna talk." Raven said. "Finn's here." Seth said. She looked at him and then Finn. "Came to crash, to tell them I kicked you out making me the bitch?" Raven accused. Finn touched her leg and she pulled away as Annika growled at Finn. "Yer not big enough ta growl." Finn teased.

Annika snapped at him and Raven popped her nose. "No ma'ma that's da...no Annika." Raven said. Finn saw the unending sadness in her eyes. "Annika come here girl." Finn called. She went to him and he played with her. "Good girl protecting mommy." Finn said. He gave her to Seth. "She looks almost like prince." Seth said. "Storm cloud." Dylan giggled. Raven looked at her friend. "Why don't you two take her I shouldn't have gotten her." Raven said. "Raven if you wanted her then you keep her sweetie." Dylan said.

"I don't, I have a kitten I need to give back." Raven whispered. "We can't keep Annika." Seth said. "I'll take her back tomorrow." Raven said. "No ya won't and yer not takin Binx back either ya love tem Raven tey're yer babies until we have one." Finn said. Raven looked at him. "Yo...you want a baby with me?" Raven breathed as tears fell. "My Raven I want the world wit ya." Finn said. "But I'm broken." Raven whispered. "No yer not, yer my beautiful Raven the little bird tat stole my heart." Finn said.

Dylan pulled Seth away and he held her close. "She's so lost right now I hope he can find her Seth." Dylan said. "He will he loves her." Seth said. Finn helped her stand and stroked her hair. "I brought you warm comfy clothes." Finn said. She held him close and he smiled. She took the bag and changed in the bathroom. When she came out Dylan and Seth hugged her tightly. "We love you too Raven and you'll be ok with Finn he loves you so much." Dylan said. Finn and Raven left when they got home she dried off Annika and smiled at her.

"My sweet girl." Raven said. Finn put dinner on the table and they ate after they fed the animals. "Ya have flowers by the bed and a present on the coffee table." Finn said. "I love you." Raven said. He pulled her close and kissed her forehead. "Ya have noting ta worry about my Raven I will always love you." Finn said. She held onto him and he rubbed her back. "I don't want to move." Raven whispered. Finn picked her up and took them to the bedroom. "Let me clean tings up ya stay here and get warm yer still shakin." Finn said.

She grabbed his hand. "Finn I'm sorry!" Raven sobbed. He sat with her and she laid in his lap her head on his thigh. "Raven, love sit up." Finn said softly. He couldn't handle her like that not when he needed her so badly. She did and curled up holding her legs to her chest. "I'm gonna sleep in the guest room I'm sorry." Raven breathed. Her heart sinking lower with every beat. "I want to hold you." Finn said. "You just asked me to move you use to love me laying in your lap." Raven said. Finn had her on her back under him in seconds.

"Ya want ta know why ya had ta move?" Finn growled. She stared up at him her heart pounding in her chest. "Answer me." Finn demanded. She licked her lips. "Yes." Raven breathed. He parted her thighs and groaned as he felt her soft skin. "So fucking soft." Finn growled. "Finn." Raven whispered. He thrust his jean clad erection to her core. She gasped and her hands went to his arms on instinct. "Tat's why ya had ta move ya were to close." Finn groaned. "Do it again." Raven said.

He gripped her thighs and thrust into her core as she arched. "Finn." Raven whimpered. He crashed his lips against hers roughly. She yanked his shirt off and rubbed his back. "Ya minx I'm so fuckin hard ya have no idea how much I need ya how badly I want ya." Finn groaned as he ground against her. She pulled him down and he caressed her cheek. Finn and kissed her long and slow. She pulled back and he held her head between his hands. "I love you Raven!" Finn vowed. She touched his arms and she passed out.

"I will never leave ya." Finn said stroking her hair. He got her present putting it on her table before he laid with her holding her close. She woke up and looked up seeing him there. "What?" Raven whispered. He looked down and smiled. "Hey love." Finn whispered. "When did you get home?" Raven asked. "Funny, ya know I got home last night." Finn said. "No, your plane was delayed." Raven said. "Raven, I was home last night ya tried to push me away, ya tried ta give Annika ta Seth and Dylan." Finn said.

"No." Raven said. He moved and turned on the light and stroked her cheek. "Ya don't remember it do ya love?" Finn asked. She shook her head. He pulled her close and stroked her hair more. "You'll be ok my love." Finn said softly. "Can we stay like this for a while?" Raven asked. "Of course." Finn said. She snuggled closer to him and he kissed the top of her head. "I want ya ta open yer present love." Finn said. She rolled over and picked up the box opening it. "Finn." Raven breathed.

She closed the box and rolled over facing him. "It's a promise ring Raven." Finn said. "Shouldn't you, I don't know do this on our anniversary?" Raven asked. "I can't wait another year." Finn said. She opened the box and he slid the ring on her hand. "Ya know what it is right?" Finn asked. "It's a love knot with a moonstone in the center." Raven whispered. He lifted her chin and caressed her cheek. "If I could've asked and known you'd say yes it would've been an engagement ring." Finn said.

She kissed him passionately and he wrapped around her. His hands gripped her hair as she wrapped her legs around his hips. She moaned as his lips moved to her neck. She rolled them over and took her shirt and bra off. He ran his calloused hands up her body and she shivered under his touch. Her nipples hardened from the rush of cool air became even more sensative as he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. She took his hands and pinned them above his head as she flicked his ear lobe.

"Raven." Finn groaned. She nuzzled behind his ear. "I win champ." Raven purred. He switched there positions yanking her shorts and panties off. "I win." Finn whispered as he disappeared under the covers. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he licked her slit. "You haven't won until I cum." Raven moaned. He flicked her clit once, twice, three times earning a loud moan from her. "Which from the sound of things is any second." Finn teased. He sucked and flicked her clit hungrily. "Finn!" Raven moaned.

She rolled her hips to his mouth needing more. He threw the covers off and kissed her inner thighs wanting her to beg for release. "Finn oh fuck don't stop I need you!" Raven whined. He kissed up her body and stroked her. "So needy for me yer almost ready." Finn whispered as he rolled her clit. "Finn!" Raven moaned. "Beg my little bird, beg me to give you what only I can!" Finn growled. She giggled and he snapped. He kissed her deeply and passionately as he held her closer than ever as she kissed him with so much passion it took his breath away.

He moved over her and she took his boxers off. She kissed him again holding onto him as he thrust inside her. "Yes." Raven moaned and rolled her hips. He kissed and licked her neck as he thrust deeper. She arched and moaned. "Tats it Raven spread wide for me." Finn said between licks. She grabbed his hair moaning louder. "Don't stop oh fuck baby deeper!" Raven moaned. He pushed all the way inside her and she whimpered in pleasure. "Oh fuck." Finn growled.

She yanked his lips to hers as they made love. He laid there beside her as she slept again. "Raven." Finn whispered and rubbed her back. She didn't answer him. "Wake up my love." Finn said. She looked at him and smiled. "I love yer smile Raven." Finn said. "I love yours more." Raven said. He rubbed her back with his finger tips. She shivered as he traced the tattoo on her shoulder. "Finn baby I've been having a lot of headaches lately and it gets me depressed." Raven said.

"I'm always gonna be here when ya need me Raven tats why I gave ya the ring." Finn said. "I knew you were going to be here for me without the ring." Raven said. He laughed and held her tightly. "I love you and if you can't face the world then we'll stay in until you can." Finn said. She kissed him softly holding his hand. "I can face anything as long as I have you, I love you." Raven said. He held her tightly and kissed her timple.

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