#If anyone wanna tag me in anything helping me calm down i would love you

[yoohyeon]

I’m in a fucking dream, this is not reality I refuse to believe it 😳

[demieyesore]

U WRITE SO GOOD?!? I HAD TO HIDE MY PHONE IN PUBLIC 💀😭 more dark Anakin PLS. I loved the dom side but now I wanna see sub side and the differences. I personally think he’s a switch tbh. It would be too boring to be dom or sun all the time BUT ANYWAYS sun dark ani.

If you need ideas: he tries to convince reader to do something (you choose), reader is his master, paranoid toxic reader and he makes it worse IDK man I just love these types of fics 🤭 I eat them up. It’s even better when the reader acts innocent but is worse 😭 honestly you could just combine shit atp and I’ll eat it up anyways

Pretty When You Cry - Anakin Skywalker

Summary - Anakin tries to manipulate you by crying after overhearing Obi-Wan convince you to leave him.

Warnings / Mentions - Kenobi!Reader, GN!Reader, AFAB!Reader, Dom!Reader, Sub!Anakin, Padawan!Anakin, Master!Reader, Toxic!Reader, Paranoid!Reader, BPD coded reader, basically just BPD x BPD couple, Reader has an innocent façade, Reader actually believes their innocent so victim complex reader, Anakin triggers reader to have an episode, def angsty fic but ends with smut, literally so much manipulation...breeding kink, crying kink, biting kink, mentions of babytrapping

A/N - The Dom part of me aches when I see men crying, I both want to care for them and make them worse, also I want to make it known that I was diagnosed with Bipolar and I'm pretty sure I have BPD as well, so I'm hoping that anyone who reads this that has BPD relates to it and that it isn't just my bipolar lol, ALSO THANK YOUUUUU❤️❤️❤️

Requested - Yes

Word Count - 2556 words

Taglist - @vixxensvoid @maevesversion @sockiess @stylesslytherinskywalker @myheadhurtscutely @yourenogoodforme @xzaddyzanakinx (just bc I thought you might like this one, let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in the future)

It was really no surprise when you were yet again talking to your older brother about your problems with Anakin. He was already well aware the both of you were breaking the code, but he never said anything to anyone since you were his beloved sibling. Obi-Wan always assumed that he could get you to stop the relationship with Anakin but he never anticipated just how abusive you were to each other. 

He often remembers the time when he saw tears streaming down your face, you were sobbing, begging Anakin not to leave you, even at some parts yelling at him. Obi was quite shocked when he heard you yelling at Anakin about how much you hated the Padawan. It was like you were so full of love for young Skywalker, most days you would do anything to make him smile. But there were times, periods where you would do nothing but scream about how much you hated life. Episodes where you were so paranoid about people leaving you, that it was like a flip switched. 

One where the light pink aura of love would turn to a fire of red hot flames. It was such a black and white way of thinking. Obi-Wan knows that it's not your fault you act this way. The abusive household you were in wired you to be this way. And it was clear that Anakin had a similar experience. 

You and Anakin were so complicated. You both were so devoted to each other. Always making sure to have the other's back on missions. But at the same time, you made each other worse. 

Anakin was originally Obi-Wan's Padawan before getting transferred to you. You had just become a Master Jedi, when Obi requested the switch. He truly believed at the time that you would help Anakin become the best Jedi he could be. He saw how you interacted before Anakin became your Padawan. He had no idea about the little crush you both had on each other, only seeing how motivated Anakin would get around you to be better. A passion that Anakin didn't have when working with Obi-Wan. 

This time, you were wrapped in your brother's arms. He was whispering reassuring things to you, trying to get you to calm down. The three of you were on a mission, body guarding and sworn to protect Padme. Anakin was currently watching over her as she slept. But as soon as you saw how Anakin looked at Padme, that little flip switched.

The one where you felt so much hate for him. The one that kept teeter tottering between the love for him and the feeling that he was about to abandon you. 

"Obi- I...I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I thought he loved me but the way he was looking at her. He was openly flirting with her. Right in front of me, like I wasn't even there. He can't leave me, I won't let him Obi. I swear to the maker that he won't." Your brother felt...distraught for you. It was a hard emotion to explain. He was worried for you, and for Anakin. But he felt that this whole situation was his fault. If Obi-Wan hadn't asked the council to let Anakin train under you, you wouldn't be in such despair. You wouldn't feel physical pain in your chest just from your emotions.

"I fear I've made a mistake." Obi-Wan admitted as his hand caressed your hair in a soothing manner. "I believe that it would be best if Anakin were to be my Padawan again." He tried to tread lightly on the subject, not wanting to make your episode worse.

"No, no, no, Obi please, it's fine, I'll be fine. I know that he's- that I'm...I know that Anakin and I aren't..great for each other but please. I can't be without him." You desperately gripped onto his shirt, trying to make your point clear to him. Anakin was just outside, eavesdropping on the conversation. Padme was sleeping soundly in the next room, he didn't need to be in the room with her to know if something was happening. But he did need to hear this conversation. He needed to make sure that you wouldn't leave him. He wanted to make sure that Obi-Wan wouldn't...influence you into making any bad decisions.

"He's hurting you, don't be blind to that. You're hurting him too. You don't want that, do you?" Obi-Wan asked, his face showing sincere concern.

Regularly, if Obi were to have said that, you would have flipped at him for trying to take Anakin away from you. But in the confusion and pain of your mind. The images flooding into your brain of Anakin and Padme. You only heard the first part of your brother's sentence.

"He's hurting you..." Kept repeating in your head, like someone recorded a hologram of his voice and played it on loop. It just kept getting louder, the button being pressed again, putting you into a fit of rage.

"You're right." You couldn't bare to say anything else. The silence afterwards was so deafening that Anakin had to hold back his tears in fear of you hearing his breath through the door. It was like an emptiness was injected into your veins. A thick silver liquid that would taste like you were choking on mercury. Your mind was so...blank. There were no longer multiple voices in your head yelling. This one was quiet. So eerily quiet.

Anakin wiped his tears, going back towards the room where Padme lays asleep. He felt betrayed, but he couldn't blame you. All his anger was pushed onto Obi-Wan. Anakin was delusional, he fully believed that Obi was the problem. Not him and definitely not you. He knew that he had to persuade you into changing your mind. And what better way than for you to see him crying? Your heart was always so...malleable whenever he was crying. You would always comfort him, your left hand running through his hair while your right would rest on the nape of his neck, playing with the baby hairs. 

You'd have your eyebrows furrowed in concern for him but he could always see the part of you that enjoyed it. The way that when he'd wipe his tears or the way that his lower lip would quiver always sent a small smile to your face. Even while crying, you thought he was pretty. You'd look at him with such...adoration, admiration and even a little lust. When he'd look into your eyes and ask for help, when he'd beg for you to save him, he'd notice how your pupils expanded, dilated with desire. The way that your thighs would clench shut.

Once Obi-Wan calmed you down enough, you collected yourself, thanking your brother for once again helping you to see straight. You pushed open the door, Obi following behind you into the hallway only to see Anakin sitting against Padme's door. Tears dripping down from his eyes. His hands were hanging loosely over his knees as he stared harshly at the ground. 

Obi-Wan held up his hand, signaling to you that he would watch over Padme as you talked to Anakin.

Anakin moved, leaning forward to let Obi into the Previous queen's chambers. His tearful eyes glanced up into yours, already taking note of how you stared back at him like he was nothing. He would have to play more into it just to get you to come back to him. He'd be lying if he said that your empty eyes didn't scare him.

You grabbed his wrist, pulling him into one of the spare bedrooms far away from Padme's. Not wanting to disturb her sleep. 

You said nothing at first, not even looking at him as he sat on the edge of the bed. Your back face him as you zoned out, still staring at the now closed door. You had nothing in your mind, absolutely nothing. But you were still so wrapped up in your mind. You felt like you weren't present in your body. 

The only thing that brought you back to the present moment was the sound of Anakin beginning to whimper. He sounded like he was in pain. And even though you were so upset and mad with him, you'd rather slit your own throat than to hear him in agony. You quickly turned around to see Anakin sinking in on himself, his eyes screwed shut as he tried to not let more tears fall. Your heart ached, your body reacting before you even thought.

Your knees hit the floor in front of the bed, your hands resting on his knees as you looked up into his eyes. Wet droplets falling onto his shirt, the material soaking it up.

"What's wrong Babyboy?" You were slightly shocked to hear your own voice, your body still responding out of impulse. Anakin immediately knew that he had you, you were back in his grasp and it was time for him to mold you into what he wanted, what he needed you to be. 

"He turned you against me." Anakin said sharply, making eye contact. You could see the anger and betrayal in his soul. "Ani, what are you talking about?" The sweetness ripples out of your mouth, despite the fact that you knew exactly what he was talking about. You knew that he must have been listening if he was crying.

"Obi-Wan. He made you hate me. You're gonna leave me. How could you?" His voice shook, cracking at the end from pain. Your hand shot up to his cheek, wiping a stray as you caressed his face. 

"I could never hate you. Not entirely..." You breathe out in a sigh. You were so worried about him but then you saw the little tremble of his bottom lip, the way he leaned into your touch, making you feel so loved, so appreciated, so important.

"You know that I hate seeing you cry..." You lied through your teeth, trying to keep up the mask of only worry. of course you were worried about him, but you never wanted him to know the deeper feelings you feel when he cries.

"Liar." Ani let out a choked laugh, a cute grin spreading across his face albeit tears were adorning it. "You love seeing me cry." He whispers, like he was reminding you of your own secret.

"It's not my fault." You defended as a joke, your face full of devotion for him.

"That's just what you do, because I'm pretty when I cry." Anakin rolled his eyes, the redness and puffiness from crying becoming more evident on his face. His lips were swollen, bitten raw.

"The prettiest." You said, leaning up to peck at his lips, just giving him a quick little kiss, but Anakin wanted more. He whined when you broke the contact, inviting you to kiss him more, kiss him with passion and fire. So you did just that, reconnecting your lips, practically devouring him in the kiss. 

He moaned into the kiss, the sensation reverberating throughout your bones before settling in your core.

"I don't care how bad we are for each other, you're mine and always will be." You muttered against his mouth, feeling when he smiled into the kiss. You stood up from your spot on the floor in front of him and quickly discarded your clothes, leaving yourself in just your bra and underwear. You straddled his lap, kissing him once more as you tugged at his shirt.

He aided you in the removal of his shirt, groaning against your lips when he felt you grind against his boner.

"Stop..." He mumbled in a whimper at your teasing.

You held onto his shoulders, feeling the muscles just beneath the skin. Trailing your hands down to his pants, swiftly undoing them. You pulled them as far down as you could while straddling his lap. Your hand slipped past his briefs and gently grasped his length. Anakin shifted uncomfortably at the touch, his back straightening as his breathing stopped momentarily. 

Your touch always was the death of him but your breath, your kiss, always brought him back.

"Master, please-" He whimpered, his mouth wavering into a quick frown. You bit at his lip, shutting him up. You pulled away from the kiss, looking down as you pumped his cock in your hand a couple of times, collecting the shared saliva from the kiss and spitting onto his tip. 

His Adams apple bobbed, his hands gripping the side of the bed sharply. His head fell back, eyes fluttering shut as your hand worked up and down his length. He clenched his jaw, trying his hardest to keep his mouth shut but it was nearly impossible to stay quiet. The pleasure he felt from your voice alone would make him cum almost instantly, your hand just added more shockwaves.

"You don't have to be silent..." You remind him, mocking the way he's trying so hard to not make any noise.

He moans, whimpering and squirming under your touch when he leans forward, his forehead resting against your shoulder.

"Please just..." He stutters out, biting his tongue as he lifts his hips, sliding his cock up into your hand more.

"So needy..." You teased, stopped all your movement. Anakin's head flew up, looking into your eyes with desperation. He was about to complain when you lifted yourself, pulling your underwear to the side and swiping his tip through your folds. The feeling made him groan in pleasure, sucking in a deep breath of air.

You teased him for a little bit longer, his pre-cum pressing against your clit when you finally put all your weight onto him. His cock sinking into your entrance. He choked out a sob of pleasure, feeling how tight you were around him. He wrapped his arms around you, his mouth latching onto your shoulder, biting down as he thrusted up into you. Your own moans just fueled him to do better, reach deeper. His tears stained your skin, his whimpers vibrating against your shoulder. 

"Please, I want-" His question is cut off when he feels you pulsate around him, his eyes widening with need. "Please, baby just let me- need to cum so bad...Master please, I need to cum- cum inside you-" He begged, his desperation dripping off him in the form of sweat. 

"You want to cum inside?" You ask, mocking his need. Anakin swallowed thickly, "You can't- you can't leave me if you're pregnant." He whimpers as he kisses the side of your neck, sucking the skin and leaving purplish red bruises.

You grind down, meeting him when he thrusts. "Such a pretty boy, I'd be so mean to say no...only because you're crying all pretty for me." You mumble, kissing the spot of skin closest to where your head rests against him. 

Anakin holds you tightly, almost as if he's afraid you'll whither away, a bead of sweat drops from his forehead as he comes undone with one last thrust. His white hot cum leaking out from his tip and filling you. He thrusts up into you twice more, his grip on you possessive.

"I won't let you ever leave me." Ani mutters as he comes down from his climax, while you're still catching your breath, your cunt fluttering around him.

[greg-montgomery]

Ivy - Part 11

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Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Sean Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

Series summary: Your relationship with your boyfriend, Sean, is going great. Well, that is until you meet his older brother, Aaron.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

i am back!!!! <3333 we're getting close to the end my besties <3 if you missed the previous chapter, i'm sorry i didn't tag anyone! but now my blog is fixed and everything is back to normal!!

i think i’ll only write one or two more chapters on this story and we’re done 🫶🏻

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“She’s gonna be alright.” Those were the words Aaron had said to him after getting you back. Sean was holding onto those words like his life depended on it.

“Thank you for reaching out to me for help, even after everything we’ve done to you,” his brother had said. “It means more to me than you know.”

“I would never put my pride above her safety.”

“I’m really proud of you for that.” That statement should have not made his chest swell the way it had. Seeking validation from his older brother seemed like a trap he still fell into; even after being betrayed by his own blood.

“I don’t know if you’ll ever find it in you to forgive me, but I don’t want to lose you.” Sean remembered the way Aaron’s voice had broken after saying those words. “Just know that you’ll always be my family and I’ll always be by your side if you need anything. You can still hate me, I don’t mind, as long as you know I’m always here if you need help.”

“I know.”

“Hot chocolate is ready!” A bubbly voice snapped him out of the memory of that phone call.

“How can you be this energetic at 4 in the morning?” he groaned, taking the cup of hot chocolate from Penelope’s hands.

“Well, my job doesn’t really have a schedule. So I’ve been trained to be alert at any time of the day. Or night.” She smirked.

Penelope had insisted on staying with him after hearing the news that you were safe. Sean couldn’t even imagine how awful he must have looked for a stranger to make an offer like this. But he was glad she did. That woman was full of warmness and light; things that had been missing from his life.

He had only managed to bring the mug on his lips, when he heard his phone ring. It was you.

“Hey,” he said, breathless.

“Hi, Sean.” Your voice was weak, tired; he could tell. But you were alive and that was all that mattered.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better. I slept, I showered, and now I’m having something to eat.”

It stung that it was Aaron who had probably cooked for you; that it was Aaron’s embrace you had found comfort in that night. It was all clear to him now. Sean was the reason you had been kidnapped. Aaron was your knight in shining armor who had come to your rescue.

It would never be Sean again for you. It would always be Aaron.

“God, I’m so sorry,” he cried. “I don’t know what to say. I feel like the bigg-”

“Don’t you dare apologize for this,” you interrupted him. “How could you have known?”

Sean wasn’t able to reply, his sobs choking him, preventing his voice from coming out.

Penelope was quick to sit next to him and take his hand in hers. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“Sean, do you think we could meet at some point? And just talk? I think we both need it.”

You were right. “Yes, we do. I’ll text you when I can.”

“Thank you,” you said.

There was an awkward pause. The times you were giggling on the phone asking him to hang up first were long gone.

“Um…try to get some sleep, please,” you spoke again. “I’ll be doing the same.”

“Okay, Y/N. Good night.”

“Good night.”

--

A kiss on the forehead by Aaron calmed your beating heart down. “I’m proud of you.”

“I can’t tell whether he hates me or not,” you admitted, letting your phone drop on the couch next to you. “Last time we talked it felt like he didn’t wanna see me again. And now it’s…”

“It’s all very complicated,” he said, leaving another kiss on the side of your head. “He’s hurt, but he still loves you. And now he feels guilty on top of everything.”

“I don’t want him to forgive me because he feels guilty.”

“We need to give him time, my love. Let him reach out to you when he’s ready. He needs to process his emotions first,” Aaron said. “We all do.”

“Thanks for the input, Oprah.”

“Ah…” he said, throwing his head back. “I missed that nickname.”

You laughed and kissed his cheek with all the love in the world.

Brining your attention back to the soup you had left, you brought up a little detail from the phone call you just had.

“As I was talking with Sean…” you started, “I swear I heard Penelope’s voice at some point.”

“Penelope as in…”

“As in Penelope Garcia.”

Aaron raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I guess she stayed there for moral support?”

“Can she even do that?” you wondered.

“Well, your case wasn’t official so I guess she can,” he argued.

“Hmm…interesting.”

At least you were gonna sleep easier now, knowing that Sean wasn’t all by himself.

--

“Shh…Try not to wake her, okay buddy?”

“Okay.”

After a sleep full of nightmares that you were back in that basement, being woken up by the whispers of your favorite people was a blessing; even if they managed to do the exact opposite of what they had just said.

You opened your eyes slightly, being met with a little Jack climbing up the bed.

“Daddy, I woke her up,” he said, turning to face his dad with a guilty face.

“It’s okay, my angel. Come here,” you said, softly, opening your embrace for him.

Jack was soon in your arms, and to the sight of Aaron smiling at the two of you, you fell back asleep.

This time, without bad dreams.

--

My family: those two words were on your mind the entire day you spent with them.

Normally, you would be irritated if the people around you acted as if you were going to break at any point, but how could you be mad when those people were Aaron and his son?

Aaron told Jack you were a little sick and that was all it took for him to act as overprotective of you as his dad did. They didn’t let you lift a finger, and somehow, this treatment felt comforting. You felt loved and cared for. You were important to them.

“Need some tea, maybe?” Aaron asked, as you rested your head on his shoulder. Jack was playing in his room, finally giving you some time alone.

“All I need right now is my man to hold me.”

“Okay. I’m sorry if I’m being too much.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you said, placing your palm on his chest. “Thank you for taking care of me.

“I would lose my mind if something happened to you,” he admitted. “I don’t even wanna think about it.”

“Then don’t,” you replied, kissing his jaw. “It’s over now.”

“It is,” he said softly, his nose brushing against yours. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

You cupped his cheek and brought his face close to you, giving him a deep kiss. “My love…”

“Y/N, look what I made!” Jack’s excited voice made you break your kiss abruptly, but not fast enough for him not to see what was happening. To Jack, you were still his aunt – not his dad’s girlfriend.

Embarrassment and surprise were written all over his face as he stared at you, before running back to his room.

“I’ll talk to him,” you told Aaron before he even had the chance to speak.

--

You knocked on Jack’s door and entered his room after hearing his soft, “Come in.”

Jack was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, a superhero figure occupying his hands.

“Hey, buddy.”

“Why were you and daddy kissing?” he asked, staring at the toy on his lap.

“Honey, uncle Sean and I are not together anymore,” you said, taking a seat next to him.

“You don’t love him anymore?”

“I love him, but not the way I love your dad,” you answered honestly. He was a kid, but you weren’t going to hide the truth from him. Children understood everything anyway.

“You love my dad?”

“Very much.”

“And does he love you too?” Jack finally looked at you.

“He does.”

“So now you’re my dad’s girlfriend?” His tone was curious, not judgmental like you feared.

“Yes, my angel,” you said.

“Isn’t uncle Sean mad at you?”

His question hurt, as innocent as it was.

“He is. And we deserve that.”

“I’d be mad too.”

Thanks, Jack, you thought.

“Max is my best friend,” he said after a small pause.

“Okay…” you said, uncertain where he was going with this.

“But after Christmas break, when we went back to school,  he only played with Alex, and not me anymore. And it made me really sad and angry. But then…then…they said they were sorry and we started playing all together. And now we’re all friends.”

You furrowed your brows - trying to ignore your protective instincts that wanted you to fight two children named Max and Alex – and focused on the moral message of his story.

Yes, the three of you would never be best friends. But Sean deserved an apology. The one you hadn’t given him the day you broke up, because you thought it was worthless. An apology wouldn’t fix anything, but Sean deserved to hear it anyway.

Jack interrupted your thoughts by moving closer to you. “I know that uncle Sean is mad, but I’m happy you’ll be here with us a lot. I love you.”

That kid had the ability to melt your heart like butter. “I love you too, buddy.” You leaned in to give him a hug.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he whispered against your shoulder.

“Of course.”

“I kept wishing you were my mom and not my aunt. And I think that my wish came true and that’s why daddy fell in love with you.”

You squeezed him even tighter.

Part 12

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i can take care of you +18 (shuri x reader)

it’s been an intense couple of weeks for the queen, and you’re noticing the stress of it all eat away at her. from failed project to injury during a mission, you decide to make it your goal to help her relax in the best ways possible.

y’all YALL,,, i absolutely love when y’all send me such specific requests so keep it up! and i wanna thank @maybachinparis for sending this request in because it has my mind REELINGGG, so thank you my love! (also ; queen ramonda isn’t dead in this story she’s just retired, but t’challa is.) part two here!

y’all this is a long one, lots of fluff and talking before we get to the down and dirty, and beware some angst!! reader is originally from wakanda and the daughter of a trusted farming family that many people know, so you have some history. she’s shorter than shuri and

warnings ; praise kink, overstim, crying, squirting, multiple orgasms, soft dom! shuri, sweet sub! reader, married love making, name calling, strap on sex, frustrated shuri (she doesn’t take it out on you), small injury and medical assistance, bath sex, talk of death and the afterlife

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you walk back and forth, practically pacing, from outside the long doors in front of the lab, your mind reeling. you couldn’t even believe it— the queen, the black panther, your wife injured on a mission. your hands were shaking, how could this even happen? shuri had looked so pained when she came through the front room doors, limping, and immediately asking the dora milaje to hold you back, as shuri knew better than anyone how quick you were to react.

and hold you back they did— you already fighting them with all the strength you had and yelling that you’re the queen too and you deserved to see your wife, to tend to her before anyone else, but they were stronger than you in most ways. aneka looks at you with her deep eyes, “please, your highness, calm down, she’ll be fine,”

and you fight back, “i should be there with her! let me through—!” and you try to barricade through them once more before they tackle you again, and you struggle against them. after a while you had calmed down and most of the dora milaje retreated to the lab to help shuri but even now in front of the lab doors stood two dora, their spears ready to attack.

your head was hurting as you paced back and forth waiting for something — anything — to know she was was okay. shuri was having such an intense last couple of weeks, this truly being the first time she was both queen and black panther and it’s taken a toll on her, you could tell. deep circles were around her eyes and most nights you’d go to bed alone, her coming in around 3 am just to wake up bright and early at 7 and barely sleep. you had your own diplomatics to deal with too, making sure all the affairs were in order before she left and it took so long, you spent most of the day in your office and the throne room before you got off at 6, always missing shuri and she always missing you.

when you two were together it was always brief. small moments in the garden on your lunch or stolen kisses right before she departed wakanda only to return nearly 14 hours later. then the people of wakanda looked to you as well— while shuri was gone you were entirely in charge. walking the kingdom and taking care of small disputes best you could, but still, it was a lot for you both.

you’re whispering prayers to Bast, just hoping nothing is fatal or too deep that she’s injured forever, and suddenly the large white doors open, and it’s aneka smiling at you, and you let out a sigh of relief and practically run past her.

doctors, many of the elder tribe leaders, and even m’baku are still surrounding shuri when you come in but they make way for you as you nearly tackle her on the lab bed she’s on. a couple of “careful!”’s are said but you can only hear shuri’s laugh, and a small groan in pain as you hug her tightly, the tears you had outside already spilling over.

you pull back and grab her face, “please, please, please don’t scare me like that ever again, shuri. i thought— i thought—” and you could barely get it out, the words ‘i thought i lost you’ staying behind in your throat but shuri looks at you with a deep, fond gaze that says “i know you did, but you won’t and never will,” you smile slightly, stroking her face in your hands and kissing her all over and she laughs, holding your waist and drawing you close.

“i think,” m’baku’s deep voice breaks you two up, “the black panther needs to rest with her wife, hmm? even with all your nano tech and whatnot, an injury like that, you need a couple of days,” and elders murmur in agreement and you nod along. shuri speaks up though, “the mission. i have failed them if i don’t go back,” she says and you look at her again, she sounded so finite about, your eyebrows furrow.

“no, you have not, my queen,” says the leader of the river tribe, “we can handle it from here, call nakia up to keep the trail hot,” shuri frowns, “nakia has to care for someone, she won’t be able to go. i am fine, let me—”

your voice cuts hers, “shuri. no.” she stills, much does everyone because they can tell it’s not a suggestion. “you are injured. you can barely walk, and i have never seen you like that before. and when one queen is inept to make the decisions the other steps in,” shuri gapes at you, mouth ready to retort, before you add, “i support the notion of giving the black panther a week of rest, nothing less. should she step foot in this lab or reach for her necklace, the dora milaje will do their best to stop her,”

the elders look around, murmuring, before m’baku speaks first, “i mean, cmon, it’s her wife.” he laughs a bit before adding, “you have the jibari tribe behind you in this notion. i also submit my services to stopping the black panther at all costs,” he chuckles a bit and you whisper an “ey,” and cut your eyes at him.

you hear shuri smack her lips once the other elders agree to your request and you nod, “it’s settled. m’baku, handle the most recent hostage situation best as possible. take ayo with you and listen to everything she says,” you hear m’baku grumble as ayo tries to hide her laugh.

“i need the rest of you to watch our boarders and city waters. many families have had irrigation problems because of the dry season, causing wild life to attack their farms so keep an eye out, and bring water to those in need,” the leaders nod out, “yes my queen,” to you and walk off before you sigh and lift shuri’s head up,

“and you,” you say sweetly and shuri blinks up at you with tired eyes, but still looks at you as if you hung the moon yourself, “yes, my love?”

“you,” and you kiss her on every word, “are going to relax and get some rest,” you say and sit next to her again and she sighs, eyes closing slightly. you know what she’s going to say, you see it in her face.

“i.. i miss him,” she whispers when you two are finally alone and you rub her hands in yours, kissing her knuckles, “i know, sthandwa, i know,” you bite your lip, not wanting to say what you do, but you decide to anyway,

“you could talk to him, yknow.” shuri sighs and shakes her head, “last time… he wasn’t — he wasn’t there. he doesn’t want to speak to me,” she whispers the last part and you retort completely, grabbing her face and making her look at you, “shuri, no, no. don’t you ever say that. t’challa — he loved you so, so much, of course he’d want to speak to you, he’d be more than happy to see his sister.”

her eyes are threatening to spill over and you rub your thumbs against her cheeks and sigh, “my love, you are so strong. but asking for help, wanting some, is not the weakness you take it to be. you know that, i know you do.” you whisper and kiss her forehead and she hold your hands in yours, taking deep breaths to calm down.

you look back into her eyes and she’s smiling slightly, you know she’s still sad but you can tell her body is fighting exhaustion and not allowing her to feel her emotions completely. you step down from the bed and extend your hand, “cmon. i’ll run you a bath, get you cleaned up, yeah?” and shuri nods, and you help her get down, holding her waistline and she holds on to your shoulders, leaning on you for support.

aneka is at the lab entrance, waiting to assist in anyway, and you tell her, “let m’baku know the queens’ kimiyo beads will be off for the rest of the evening. emergencies only,” and she nods, as you and shuri walk to your bedroom.

the bath will do shuri some good, you decide, touching the water and adding some bath salts to help her skin relax. she’s in the master bedroom, taking off the underarmour she wears under her black panther suit and even though you are married, sneaking a hidden look at your naked wife has you blushing and turning away.

most of her injuries are dressed and nearly healed once shuri steps in the bathroom, still limping some and her hair out from its original cornrows. she sighs and comes up behind you, swaying you slightly and you lean against her, you both watching the bath fill up with bubbles and water.

“what did i do to deserve you,” shuri sighs into your neck and you chuckle slightly, “i should be the one to say that. i went from farmer to queen in nearly two years, im still wrapping my head around it.” she kisses your neck and rubs your arms, “i saw you and thought you deserved it,” she murmurs and you giggle, pushing her off you, “nope, no, go get in your bath, no sex for you, go,”

she huffs slightly, taking off her robe and stepping in before wincing, “you’re trying to burn me more, ikumkani wam? this is scolding,” shuri complains and you roll your eyes and help her sit down, “the hot water will relax your muscles, now come sit, let me wash your hair,” and she huffs again, but listens.

you two hadn’t had a moment like this in so long, you realize, squeezing some shampoo on your hands and you tell her, “we haven’t done anything like this in a while, huh? it’s nice,” your murmured and get a soft response in return, and you laugh, right. shuri always went to sleep when you washed her hair, your hands working diligently, your nails scraping against her scalp and she leans back into your knees.

you can see her eyes closing, and you smile sadly at just how much you see she needed this, her entire body looks like it’s recharging in the bath, and her breathing slow and deep. you whisper, “lean back, entle, let me rinse your hair,” and shuri is completely complacent, murmuring and moving slowly, as you tilt her head back and run warm water down her scalp.

shuri’s definitely asleep by the time your putting in her conditioner and giving her some two strand twists, her entire head sloped against your knee. you find a head wrap in the nearby drawers and kiss her cheek once your done to wake her up and she mumbles. you whisper, “cmon let me wash you, love,” and she’s blinking awake as you climb into the bath and grab a rag and rub all over her.

shuri looks at you fondly, watching you avoid her open wounds and wash softly over the wrapped ones, even whispering a small apology when she winces slightly, all the way until your rinsing her off and wrapping a bathrobe against her and climbing out first to help her get out after you. you unplug the drain and grab some lotions and gauze to rebandage her wounds once in the bedroom.

you sit her down, handing her the cocoa butter and cream as you work your way up her wounds starting with her legs. you start, “what do you want for breakfast tomorrow?” you whisper and look up and shuri is staring back at you with such deep love and appreciation, that it makes you blush. you two have been together for more than three years now and she can still look at you as intensely as she did that first night you met her.

“shuri,” you whisper and she blinks, snapping out of her trance, “yes? i’m sorry whatd you say?” shuri says honestly and you giggle, wrapping one more gauze before sitting next to her and smiling, “what do you want me to make for breakfast tomorrow my love? we’ve got a week and i want to spend it doing all the things we’ve missed,” you say a little sadly and shuri laughs to herself, “why worry about tomorrow, we’ve got plenty we can do right now,” and her hand slides up your thigh and you roll your eyes, slapping her hand slightly. you know it doesn’t hurt her, but she still winces like it does.

“no sex, i mean it. i want your body to relax, sithandwa, okay?” and she sighs and nods, thinking. “i don’t even know to be honest, y/n, i’m so exhausted,” she finally admits and you laugh, “yes i know my love, let’s get some rest, yeah?”

shuri nods and you hand her the large shirt she normally wear to bed and cut off the lights and lay back down. shuri finds you in the darkness, completely wrapping herself over you and whispering, “ulihlabathi lam lonke sithandwa,”

you smile deeply, before sleep washes you both over and you close your eyes.

you wake up first, the small vibrations from your kimoyo beads shaking your arm, making you turn your alarm off. you check the time, just barely 9 am, and look over. you smile and see shuri, sleeping still so peacefully, her breathing slow. you reach over and adjust her head wrap before it falls off and sit up and stretch.

you check any of the emergency messages shuri may have gotten on her kimoyo beads and all you see is a lovely picture from nakia and her beautiful son, captioned, ‘hope to see you soon, auntie :)’ and smile, before closing the screen and stretching again, beginning to prepare for the day. you put your slip dress on and some house shoes before going to the other side of the bed and kissing shuri’s cheek.

her reflexes wake her up slightly, and you hear her grumble as you giggle, “no no, go back to sleep. don’t wake up i was just saying good morning, my love, that’s all. rest,” you whisper and she laughs a little too, “good morning to you, too,” before sighing and turning over. you walk away to the kitchen and wrap your hair up in a bun to get started.

you prepare some biscuits first, kneading dough and buttering up some pans before slicing up some pork pieces and peppers. you’ve been cooking your whole life, memories of making breakfast for your family with your mother flood your mind as you move around the kitchen. you smile to yourself, as you completely involve yourself in the food, playing some music softly.

after about 2 hours, everything’s just about done. the eggs cook last, of course, as you chop up some fruit and your beloved comes to the kitchen, her black pajamas on and twists out. shuri looks well rested and so much healthier compared to last night that it makes you smile.

“well good morning, again, love,” you say, still chopping fruit and she comes behind you, her favorite place to be, and smiles a “good morning,” into your neck, kissing there and rubbing up your sides. you chuckle to yourself, you know she’s pent up, hell, you are too, but you had a plan for that so you wiggled your shoulders, “no, we’ll eat first okay?” you say and turn to her and sighs again like last night and steals a strawberry from off your cutting board. you smack your lips at her and pinch her hip as she walks away laughing and starts setting the table.

you grab all the dishes you can, first the potatoes and pork first, and asking shuri to grab the rest of the eggs and biscuits and grits, placing everything just like your mother had always told you to. you take a step back and look at your work and smile, and shuri comes to your side, “i know you do, so, you want a picture?” and you laugh and ready your kimoyo beads and snap a quick picture.

you let shuri sit first and she looks at you confused, “what—” and you sigh, “i’m making your plate, go and sit,” and she laughs, “i guess i should get hurt more often,” she says and you glare at her before shuri puts her hands up, “a joke, sthandwa, i’m joking,” she laughs at your eyes, which are still cutting at her while you gather her food. “yeah, you better be,” you say back.

once her plate is full you set it down and she looks at you like you’re about to get married to her again, “i love you so much, this looks so amazing,” she murmurs out and you laugh and kiss her curls, smelling the shampoo you used last night and smiling. you set your plate next and sit next to her, praying a small thank you to Bast and beginning to eat.

you and shuri eat in a comfortable silence for nearly fifteen minutes before you both start to get full and make conversation. you start, “i have a full day of activities planned for us today, usana, i’m really excited.” she lifts her eyebrow at you to continue as she finishes her biscuit, all the food on her plate nearly gone.

you do, “first, we need to go to the market for some fresh meat for dinner tonight. i wanted to try and perfect my jambalaya. and then i thought we could go to the garden and relax, sort of meditate and read a bit, and finish the day strong with dinner and.. maybe, some time alone.” you try to whisper the last part to hide yourself but shuri catches it all and smiles.

“well seems like you’ve got it all planned out. i’ll follow your lead, sthandwa, im excited.” she sounds so sincere and infatuated with you, it makes you blush. how crazy is it that, as long as you’ve been together, she can still make you feel like it’s the first date all over again. you shy up and stand, taking her plate with yours to wash it. shuri beats you to it, “no, no, i got it, go get ready for the day,”

you look at her and sigh, pulling her down for a kiss, and she grins into it much like you do, and pull away saying, “ndiyakuthanda,”

shuri smiles harder at you and repeats it for your ears only as if you’re the only person who supposed to hear it. and you know you are.

you lay in the bath and you hear shuri singing to herself slightly down the hall as she washes the dishes. you can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy for the time you’ve spent with her, even just one morning feeling positively heavenly.

your kimoyo beads go off under the water, and it’s m’baku, a text that reads, ‘the hostages have been brought back home. ayo has talked my ear off, please send aneka to retrieve her.’ and you laugh slightly as shuri walks in, “what’s funny, my love?” you turn to her, “m’baku and ayo working together, he says she talked his ear off,” shuri smiles too and being to underdress and now you’re not laughing.

“what’re you doing?” you ask, smirking at her and trying to keep your eyes on her face as more and more of her tattooed skin comes into view, “repaying the favor. you wash me, i do the same, yeah?” she whispers back and before you can retort she’s already stepping in and you laugh as she winces, much like last night, “darling, you’re going to burn your skin off, Bast, this is ridiculous,” she mumbles as she sits down and you smile, leaning against her chest.

she rubs your skin up and down under the hot water and you sigh, holding one of her hands against you. “i’ve missed you,” you whisper, and she nods against you, tilting your head to look at her, “i’ve missed you, too,” she whispers right back, and kisses you sweetly and gently like you’re the softest thing in the universe. you moan softly, turning your head to give her better access and water moves around you both, most of the bubbles now gone.

you feel the hand that was holding you chin slowly go down your chest, moving right on top your clit and you huff, pulling away from her mouth and she shushes you, adding more pressure with her two fingers and circling your clit and you moan, “haaaa, shuri,” you’re whispering like someone will come in and she kisses against your cheeks holding you down with the other hand.

shuri whispers in your ear, “you’re so beautiful, my love. i’m so glad to call you mine,” you moan again, feeling that heat pool downstairs and your legs try to close to avoid it but shuri’s talking in your ear again, “no, darling, keep them open let me see you, it’s alright,” and you sigh and open your legs again, always giving into shuri completely. she thanks you and you feel your body get warmer, the water moving against your pussy in tandem with shuri’s fingers and you buck, your orgasm washing over you suddenly.

“ha, oh, ohhh i’m cumming, shuri, shuri—” and she’s encouraging you all the way, whispering praises in your wet skin and still moving her fingers against you, until you’re whining in overstimulation and she stops, kissing your neck and rubbing your stomach and legs. you sigh out and completely turn over and kiss her, water spilling over a bit, ready to return the favor and she smiles, shaking her head, “we’ve got to go to the market, remember? we’ll finish later, okay?” she says and you blink, still dazed from your orgasm but you nod and she picks up a rag to start washing you both.

once you’re both clean, you get out and lather up with some cocoa butter and oils, you laying your edges and shuri fixing up some of her curls. you wear your favorite loose dress, it ties right on your hips and gives you some decent cleavage and shuri puts on a matching track suit and grabs your hand as you exit the room.

walking towards the throne room you see aneka there waiting patiently, “my queens, are we departing? should i tell anyone?” and you both shake your head, “we’re just going to the markets, aneka, no need for royals of any kind.” you say sweetly and she nods, tapping her spear against the hard concrete, opening the doors and escorting you both out.

being on wakandan streets made you nostalgic, not having really been outside that often since marrying shuri and becoming queen. shuri sees it on your face; the warmth of familiarity bringing a pleasant and beautiful grin on you, “you miss it, my love?” she says as you look at the shops.

you sigh and face her, “a bit. it mostly reminds me of my mother. but even when we were dating i just miss having the time like this— to wonder about and look, just you and i,” you say taking her hand and she smiles at you, kissing your forehead as you make your way to your first shop.

the woman smiles, “ikumkani wam, what can i get you, dear?” and you smile back, “no need for royalties, auntie, i just need some peppers and rice, and if you have any strawberries that’d be great too,” you say glaring at shuri since she had eaten your entire freshly picked batch this morning and she puts her hands up in surrender, laughing as she walks around to another shop.

she packs up the ingredients for you and you thank her as you watch shuri come skipping back to you and smiling, her hands behind her back. you raise an eyebrow, “what’ve you gotten now?”

“nothing, nothing, don’t worry about it,” she says all too fast and you sigh, shaking your head, knowing it’s some expensive gift she’ll probably give you later. shuri had a habit of doing that, buying you some gold or jewelry or accessories you didn’t necessarily need but she knew they’d look darling on you. and, well of course they did, but you had always encouraged her to not spend so much on you. “you are my greatest gift,” you had told her countless times, “i need nothing more.”

and yet, she persisted.

you’d given up trying to stop her long ago as shuri was just as stubborn as always. you walked up to your next shop, talking to the young man there and asking for the pounds of meat you needed, thank him as he went to cut. shuri comes to your side, “it’s not jewelry, if that makes you feel better,” she whispers lightly, you can feel her smirk.

you’re curious now, “more waist beads?” and she shakes her head, “oh, really? i don’t know you to buy anything else. what is it?” the man comes back with the pork and chicken you needed and you thank him as shuri whispers, “i don’t want to spoil the surprise, love,” and you gruff, “i know you better than all, shuri, you cannot surprise me.” you say proudly and she smiles walking side by side with you and shrugs,

“maybe i can,” you glare at her, now more curious than ever. but she might be playing with you, just to throw you and actually pull out waist beads after dinner and you chuckle to yourself. the rest of the trip is filled with small banter and shopping, both you and shuri just happy to spend this time together.

once back home, shuri insisted to move the meditation in the garden to tomorrow, which causes you to lift up your eyebrow once you set your groceries down in the kitchen. “why, have you got something planned?” and she smiles, helping you unpack and she comes to your ear, “i need all the hours in the night for you so after dinner it’ll just be you and i, alright?”

‘all the hours in the night,’ echoes in your forehead and you feel some heat pool at the bottom of your stomach, and you exhale quietly and nod, “alright,” you whisper back and she kisses your neck, rubbing your arms and she walks away, the bag holding your surprise in her hands.

you stand at the sink, still slightly breathless, whew. you had forgotten how shuri can get, so sensual and so intense, that it didn’t cross your mind that she might have plans tonight along with yours. your mind reels as you try to figure out what her surprise could be while you think of yours.

you and shuri had had a loving sex life, nothing too intense and always so satisfying, shuri always willing to try whatever you wanted and you right behind her, listening to her suggestions and smiling at her when she comes to shy and asks if you can try something new. but even then, you knew what the other liked— shuri loved you in lingerie and all the jewelry she bought, she liked taking all the time in the world with you so the ‘all the hours in the night’ hadn’t surprised you one bit; ever the romantic, she lets nothing come between your love making and she swears by it, even going as far as taking off her kimoyo beads and shutting them down at one point.

you loved everything about her but during sex you absolutely loved when she lost herself in you, letting down every single guard she had and completely unraveling because of you. she’s always so tense, ready for any and everything at all costs so to see her completely relax and let go while with you makes your mind nearly explode.

but even then, what could she possible have that would surprise you? you shake your head, looking at the time. 5:54, might as well start on dinner.

you sigh once dinner is ready, your eyes watering a bit from the peppers and spices, but it’s done regardless and you step back and take another picture and immediately send it to your mom, proud of your work. you cover the pot and walk to the bedroom to get shuri but instead are greeted with a lingerie set, a white frilly bra and underwear set, complete with ribbons and lace, and a silk, black dress that sits next to a perfume bottle.

you roll your eyes once you see a note with shuri’s handwriting on it, “surprise, my love.” you read and sigh again, taking off your apron and under clothes and putting on the set. you walk to the bathroom and see yourself in the mirror, damn, it’s perfect. the dress itself is damn near see through and the bralet and underwear hug your body beautifully, the ruffles practically shiny against your skin and blush, almost too nervous to show shuri. you spray some of the perfume on, inhaling and smelling, vanilla and shea butter, and you smile. it’s the perfume you wore on your first date. i can’t believe she remembered something like that, you think to yourself. you get one last of yourself in the mirror and fix your hair a bit, laying your edges down once more before walking out.

you see shuri in the kitchen wearing a white fitted suit, and she’s adjusting her cufflinks when your speak up, “okay, i admit it, you surprised me.” you say laughing and she turns to face you and she gasps slightly, you can see her gaze darkening as she takes you all in, “you look beautiful, sthandwa, you captivate me,” and you smile and shy up and decide to walk off, “let’s sit yeah?” you say and shuri laughs, and follows you to make her plate as well.

you both make your plates and sit down once more like this morning, making small conversation, but you can’t help but feel a light sense of arousal, as you know what’s about to happen. you two haven’t made love in so long and the thought of her being inside you for hours has you crossing your legs as you can barely speak to her, muttering out small responses before she notices and lifts your chin to make eye contact, “y/n, you know i absolutely love you and your food but i feel confident in saying we’re both too distracted to eat right now, yeah?” you nod, hanging on her every word, “why don’t we just go to bed then?”

you let out, “yeah,” completely breathless and she leans in to completely cover your mouth, feeling her lips move against yours and it makes you moan, wrapping your arms around her and sighing, your brain fogging up and moving against her like it’s a second nature, because at this point it is.

she stands you both up slowly, keeping your mouths connected and holding your waist, drawing you close as you feel her tongue enter your mouth and explore. you gasp slightly, god, you missed this, missed it so much, youre holding on to her like you’re about to drown. shuri pulls away slightly, a small line of spit still keeping you both connected and you whine, she shushes you, “i’ve got you, shh, it’s alright, let’s go to bed, yeah?” and you nod and follow her, holding her hand and looking at her as if she’s taking you to bed for the first time again.

she captures your mouth again, now against the bed and you moan, opening up to her completely as she rubs down your sides, slipping her hands under your lingerie and you gasp. “shuri, cmon, please,” you whisper and she nods, and once you get a good look in her eyes you can tell she’s just as desperate as you are, if not more, and you think about the three times you denied her last night alone. she practically lays you down and climbs on top of you and attacks your neck.

you tilt your head and give her total access and she whispers, “you smell so good, love,” and you moan out a laugh, “i have you to thank, dear. how’d you even find that—!” you can’t even finish your question as shuri has completely lifted your dress, sliding her hands against your breasts and sucking hickeys into your skin. you moan out her name and lift your back so she can take off the bra which she does in one swift movement.

she sucks on one of your nipples as you moan and squirm, the foreplay alone making you already feel like you’ve ruined your underwear with your slick. shuri reaches down and palms you through your underwear and you throw your head back, gasping. oh, she’s being so mean, you think, and groan in frustration as you feel yourself growing more and more frustrated.

shuri picks up on this, “you want more, my love?” and you nod, bucking you hips against her hand to symbolize where you need it, and she smiles, “of course,” she whispers and finally, finally, she’s face to face with your heat, covered by the panties that are soaked beyond recognition. she moves the underwear aside, not completely taking them off, and the cool air of the room hits your lips causing you to moan breathless, any friction or stimulation driving you crazy.

shuri curses out lowly, before placing a kiss on top of your pussy. your hips stutter slightly and she laughs a bit, before going back to kissing your lips and licking up all your slick. you moan aloud, “yes, yes, please, please don’t stop—” so happy to finally have some stimulation on you and shuri sighs against you, taking all of you in and moaning like your the best meal she’s ever had. you grab the silk sheets from under you and toss your head back before shuri pulls away slightly, stopping all contact.

you don’t even say anything but your hips are being raised and shuri is practically ripping off your underwear to have better access to your entire pussy and she goes back into you completely, kissing you thighs and sucking on your clit, wasting no time. you jolt, “oh, fuck! haahhh, shuri, shuri, shuri—”

it’s perfect, you moan aloud, shuri is so perfect, the poor sheets evidence, you could hear them practically ripping as your orgasm approached, shuri’s mouth working you through it. you try to move away from her, not wanting the night to be over, god, you wanted her for hours and hours, just like she promised, but you felt it, your whole body becoming hot.

shuri holds your legs open, not letting you up, even though you warn her, “sthandwa, i’m cumming, i’m cumming—!” but she hums around your pussy, acknowledging you but not stopping. you feel it, your entire body opens up and your back arches, you feel your clit pulsing under her lips, and she keeps sucking, you whine high pitched as your orgasm racks through your body. you feel your pussy clench around nothing and shuri pulls away, gasping and her chin wet.

you sigh, legs falling open, as shuri kisses up your legs and stomach, moving your dress around until she reaches your mouth to kiss you and you taste yourself and moan, rubbing her shoulders and coaxing her out of her suit as she twists to get it off as well. she moans against you, pulling away slightly and she whispers, “you taste amazing, love,” and you smile, “your turn?”

she laughs, “you sound eager about that,” she says and you nod and sit up leaning her down, “i want to take care of you tonight, usana, you deserve it, yeah? can you lay down for me?” and shuri nods, semi breathless, as you sit on top of her taking off her clothes, and kissing all her skin.

she sighs softly, “you always take care of me, love. so good for me,” and she’s watching you work down her body until you get to her pussy, already leaking. you sigh, “so pretty, shuri,” and she laughs a bit too, before gasping as you kiss her lips, much like she did you, before opening her legs and licking around her, completely swallowing everything she moans and sighs out praises, “you’re so amazing, my love, take such good care of me, don’t you?”

you moan, pushing your clit against the sheets as you work on shuri; her praises have always turned you on, the way she sounds, the way she speaks, it’s always been your favorite part of her and doing things like this. you zone out entirely, only hearing how shuri’s pussy sounds and how heavenly her praises sound.

she moans a bit, holding onto the hands you had against her abdomen, “y/n, love, i’m cumming, you’re so good, making me cum, aren’t you darling, haaa, fuck, fuck—” and you feel it, her whole body jerks up and you feel her pussy release in your mouth, moaning along with her. you sigh and pull your mouth away and she sits up entirely, pulling you for an incredibly sloppy kiss, sighing deeply into your mouth and holding you close. you pull away first and smile, “good?” you whisper, and she shrugs, “i still wanted to fuck you properly, love. it’s not even that late to stop now, yeah?”

you look at the time, it was nearly 10 o’clock. normally you’d both have so many things to do in the morning that you’d both be scrambling to rush to go to sleep and wake up bright and early but with this week off, you laugh and agree, “okay, whatever you want,” you whisper back against her and she smiles, kissing you lightly before jumping up to the closet, getting her strap.

you lay back down, sighing, your whole body blooming. this time with shuri has got you giggly and practically high, as you feel yourself laughing once she comes back, boxers on and strap in hand. “you alright, love?” she says stroking your face while she’s at the edge of the bed and you sigh, looking up at her, “i just.. i love you so much. i’m so happy we’re finally spending some time together is all. i really missed you, shuri,” you admit, your eyes wet suddenly and she smiles at you and leans down to capture your mouth,

“i missed you more, sithandwa, you have no idea,” and you nod and agree, you probably didn’t have any idea, you really didn’t see shuri during this month at all, so who knows how deep her longing went for you. as she’s grabbing the lube and adjusting herself, you say softly, “show me,”

she looks up at you, curious, “what do you mean?” and you move slightly, trying to avoid her intense gaze as she strokes herself, “show me how much you missed me. make me feel it,”

and shuri smiles to herself a bit, opening your legs up slightly, and pushing the strap against your lips, the lube and your cum combining, “oh i intend to, my love, all. week. long.” she whispers back at you and you gasp, not even being to retort before you feel her push inside, the strap opening you up completely and you toss your head back with a breathless moan, “oh, shuri—!” you drag out her name as your eyes shut, feeling her practically push in your pelvis. she leans down to kiss you again and you wrap your arms around her, tears threatening to spill as you feel her, all of your wife, inside you.

your mind is completely broken, shuri, shuri, shuri— she’d completely captivated you. her mouth working against yours along with the feel of her abdomen practically kissing your clit has you nearly thoughtless. she pulls away, watching you intently, “you said anything i want, right, sthandwa?” and you mumble not holding eye contact, had you said that? you literally can’t remember, her dick taking over all your senses.

shuri kisses your cheeks, “i want you all night, okay? can you hold out for me?” and you moan and nod, wanting to do nothing but please her. she whispers an ‘i love you,’ into your skin and leans away from you to pick up your legs and slowly pull out and push back in.

you moan aloud, grabbing the sheets once more and shuri coaxes you through as you toss your head back and flex your thighs against her, body convulsing as her thrusts get faster and harder, barely letting you adjust. you’re nearly completely screaming now, haven’t been fucked like this in so long. you didn’t care if you woke the entire nation, the love of your life was finally, finally, making love to you for the first time in nearly months.

your body catches up to you though, before you’re even ready to accept it. your pussy clenches around shuri, and you whine, “oh, my love, i’m cumming, i’m cumming, please shuri, make me cum, uhhhnnn—” and she’s encouraging you with those lovely lovely praises again, “go ahead, my love, that’s it, baby, cum for me, be my good girl and cum,”

it’s all you need. your pussy squeezes and you feel your thighs tremble as you let go entirely, clit pulsing and your pussy completely sucking shuri in, and you moan unabashedly, feeling your back arch. when it’s over and your body settles, you nearly double over, so breathless and twitching. shuri pulls out to kiss you and sooth over your legs, before you feel her moving you slightly. you mumble, still fucked out from your orgasm and she kisses against you, “on your stomach for me, my love, can you move?” and oh god, she wants to go again.

you twitch and huff, still feeling your pussy leaking but you had promised her, whatever she wanted. you moan out a small ‘yes,’ and lay on your stomach, poking your butt out like you knew she liked, your head laying on your soft shared pillows.

shuri kisses down your back, “thank you, my intombi elungile, you’re so good for me, yeah?” she says, rubbing your pussy with two fingers, moving your cum around and feeling your clit with her thumb, you jerk, moaning at the overstimulation, “shh, baby, i know. just relax, i’ll be inside you soon enough, let me feel you, love,” she saying it all sweet but you feel tears spike your eyes, she was so cruel to you, knowing your pussy was overstimulated.

shuri kisses your butt and keeps you open as she plays with your clit and you buck, “i’m cumming, shuri, shuri—!” and you’re on your forearms now, moaning and grabbing at pillows, when you feel it, your third orgasm for the night racking through your body, making you whine and pull away from her fingers but she holds you open, watching your pussy twitch and shake, encouraging you all the way. “good girl, thank you baby, let it all out,” and you moan on top of her words.

you huff, feeling her come behind you and grab your throat lightly and kissing your cheeks, whispering thank you’s. you whine against her once you feel her strap move towards your pussy again, and she sighs, “open up for me, my love. be my good girl, okay?” and you moan and nod, her praises in your ear are all you need to keep going.

and once more, shuri’s fucking into you again, her skin slapping against the softness of your backside, making you twitch and grip the sheets. holy fuck, she was pent up, you recognized, and you couldn’t help but let the tears you had been holding spill out, your pussy feeling spent and full. shuri didn’t let up though, even though she heard your wet gasps and saw your nearly bucking back, she whispers again, “it’s alright love, i know you can take it, let it out,”

your moans change in tone again and you can’t even fathom what orgasm you’re on now, but you feel it approaching— it’s a low buzzing in your veins that sparks your brain. your mouth is drooling and you’ve given up on speech entirely as she fucks into you, harder and harder and harder.

shuri knows you’re cumming, however— she’s known your body like the back of her hand for a while now so she does was she does best: talking you through it and helping you get there. she uses her left hand to rub you clit in small, soft circles to counteract the harshness of her thrusts and you squeal, dropping your upper body entirely on the bed and the new position gives shuri complete access to your g-spot, something you had had her touch but never this close.

you yell out, “oh, right there, shuri, please RIGHT there, don’t stop, don’t stop, i need it, hhaaaa shuri i’m cumming i’m cumming—!” and shuri nods along, whispering praises in your back and you cum again, your body letting out whole tremors as you shake, and you feel it, your pussy is squirting and you can’t do anything but moan aloud, the pressure on your clit making you nearly lose your voice and shuri pulls out once more, and your body falls against the sheets. shuri lays down too, catching her own breath, and you lay closer to her, sighing, still fucked out to really speak but shuri kisses you because she knows you need it.

you whimper against her mouth and she pulls away and asks, “one more for me, love?” and you sigh, and nod, “where do you want me?”

shuri puts you on top of her, sliding down her strap until your clit is kissing her abdomen again and she even moans, “you look so gorgeous, my love, intle ngokupheleleyo, can you move for me?” she whispers, holding one of your hands and kissing your knuckles. you nod, your thighs shaking as you life up and slowly drop down again, whimpering, your silk dress completely covered in your sweat and cum.

shuri sees your struggle and sits up in her forearms and takes you in hers, whispering, “i’ve got it love, can you hold on to me, sweet thing?” and you nod, dazed and wanting to listen, so you wrap your arms around her and she holds your back and she thrusts slightly, a softer pace unlike the last time. you moan softly and completely fall into her and she leans you both back, holding on to your butt as she thrusts upwards into you.

you sigh out and moan, more tears spilling and shuri uses one her hands to wipe them away, kissing praises into your skin, “that’s it, sthandwa, let it all out for me, love, i’ve got you,” you whine back nothing that makes actual sense and shuri laughs slightly, still fucking into you, squeezing your thighs and flexing hers and suddenly you hear it; her voice has changed and she’s gasping lowly against you—

she’s about to cum.

you moan aloud at the thought and bring your mouth to hers for a very wet kiss and when you pull away you whisper first, “are you about to cum for me, my love?” finally having gained some speech back and you see shuri gasp and toss her head back and nod, “yes, yes, i’m so close, my love, i feel it, ahhnnn—” and you nod and decide to copy her, encouraging her like she does you even though you can feel your mind fogging up again and your own orgasm approaching.

“shuri, cum with me, please baby, i want to feel it, please, please, please—!” you whimper and she nods, thrusting unevenly now, solely focused on her own pleasure and she lets out one more harsh thrust and a quick shout of a curse and moan of your name, and you feel it, she’s cumming, shuri’s cumming all for you, and the thought alone pushes you over as well, and you moan, twitching against the strap as you feel yourself squirt out more.

you’re huffing through your nose, trying to catch your breath and shuri is too, moaning lowly at the feel of her orgasm subsiding and you both fall back against each other, sighing.

shuri pulls out slowly, holding you up and praising you for being so good and you whine as you feel her dick leave you, your pussy pulsing around nothing once she’s gone.

she pulls your face towards hers and kisses you deeply, rubbing your dress against your back and you moan into her mouth and sigh, feeling your body calm down completely. shuri pulls away first, “do you need anything, usana?” and you shake your head wrapping your arms around her, “just stay right here please,” you whisper softly and she nods, holding your waist and you whisper back, “do you need anything?”

shuri laughs a bit, sighing, “just you, love.”

you two had cleaned up after a long needed rest, laying back down with bonnets and head wraps on and actual pajamas, cuddled up at nearly 1 am.

shuri was tracing some patterns in your warm skin as you hummed softly, your eyes heavy with sleep and she kisses your forehead, “go to sleep love, we have nothing to do tomorrow,” she whispers and you believe her. you blink slowly once you looked up at her, sighing, “i love you so much,” you mutter out, words slurred because of sleep, and shuri smiles brightly,

“i love you more than you’ll know,” and you believe her.

y’all., soft dom shuri is all i need in my life, get that toxic shit away from me that’s not my wife!!

anyways i hope you guys enjoyed and thank you again, @maybachinparis for the request this was so much fun!!

i’ll add the translations for this later lol, it’s nearly 1 am i got work tomorrow so let me take my ass to bed, I HOPE YOU ENJOYEDDD🤎🤎

makes sure to reblog and send requests!!

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sweet as berries (part 2)

18+

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pairings: josh x reader

tags: fluff, a bit of smoking, halloween vibes, i don’t wanna ruin anything, but this is 18+ for a good reason :)

word count: 8.2k (ur welcome i could not shut myself up)

notes: please i love this josh so bad. there’s not much to say except i hope no one was waiting for a slow burn bc i was incapable of that lmao. pls forgive any errors as this is minimally proofread compared to normal. enjoy <33

playlist: i couldn’t help myself, here’s a playlist to read along with

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Josh was a bit pretentious when it came to film. You let it slide because it was slightly endearing, as were most things he did. Because of this, he usually protested against most anyone else’s movie choice.

You were winning this fight, though, impressively enough, against the two of them.

“We have watched The Shining together twice, and I know good and well you’ve seen it more times than that,” you insisted, “We’re watching Nightmare Before Christmas,”

“Whatever,” Jake threw the remote your way with a heavy eye roll, “I’m getting high, then. Maybe I’ll still enjoy it.”

You smiled at your victory and hit “rent” on the movie, then watched as is began.

“For the record, I’m still with Jake on this one, Berry. But I’ll do it for you,” Josh murmured.

He craned his neck backwards from his position, glancing up at you. He was reclining against you between your legs on the basement couch, laid out all the way across it. Jake was in the sofa chair, with a fleece blanket haphazardly thrown over his legs, picking through a small wooden box for his joints and a lighter.

Josh had tucked a woven blanket up under his arms and around your legs. You’d been playing with his hair for a bit already, occasionally dipping your hand down to graze over his cheek.

Things were nice.

A couple of weeks after the bonfire, you and Josh had settled into a fun little arrangement. There’d been plenty of giggly hand holding, desperate and sudden kissing, and overall obsession. Every time you left him, you wanted to be near him again.

You knew they were touring again in the spring, but you tried not to think about that too often—things would work out. For now, he was sweet; the whole thing was sweet and easy.

As the movie played, you pet his hair. He traced fingertips up and down your arm, then, moved his hand down to trace over your calf. Wherever he touched you, your skin tingled. Jake smoked, Josh took the occasional hit, and the earthy scent was calming in the air.

A ways into the movie, when you dipped your hand down to trace over Josh’s cheek again, he grabbed your hand and placed soft kisses to each finger. You hummed just quiet enough that he could hear.

Then, though, his lips parted after a kiss. The tip of your pointer finger slipped gently into his mouth, his warm tongue swiping over it. You gasped, stifling a noise just in time. He hummed so softly you could only feel the buzz of it.

He pulled it back, then kissing the pad of your finger again before moving to the next.

You took a deep breath, as there was still about 30 minutes left of the movie, and it wasn’t time to want him like that.

He trailed kisses down your hand, down the side of your wrist. He brought the inside of your wrist to his lips, and his breath tickled the skin there. His lips pressed softly, and, so subtly, he licked over the skin, nibbled gently, and sealed it with a soft kiss.

God, you wanted his mouth everywhere.

You bit your lip hard to keep yourself from making any sounds as he continued the soft kisses, soft bites, gentle licks over various areas of your arm and hand. Your hips pushed up into his back slightly.

He let his head fall back against your stomach, and for the first time, you got to see the grin that you knew was already there. He understood what he was doing.

“C’mere,” he murmured, looking up at you “Kiss me.”

Your eyes flitted to Jake, who was squinting at the screen through a puff of smoke he just blew out.

You nodded, then, leaning down to give Josh an upside-down kiss. He hummed against you.

You were expecting a gentle kiss; this is not what Josh had in mind, evidently. He pulled the back of your neck down to press you harder against him, and his lips parted eagerly.

Unable to turn away the sweet embrace of his lips, you hummed, letting him kiss you far too deeply with another person in the room. After a moment, you pulled off, giggling.

“Josh,” you whispered near his temple, “What are you doing? Jake’s here,”

He bit his lip over a grin, “So what? I wanted a kiss.”

You rolled your eyes, “Just an innocent kiss, huh?”

He laughed quietly, “want another one, come here,”

Josh’s eyes skirted over your face, an excited gleam in them. His pupils were blown, his lips glossy. While maybe you should have been a bit more considerate of Jake, he drove a hard fucking bargain.

You leaned down into another kiss and Josh wasted little time, swiping his tongue across your top lip. You subdued a whimper. This was unfair—there’d been too much teasing over the last couple weeks, so many close calls. You just wanted him.

“Guys,” Jake sighed, “Are you kidding?”

You broke the kiss and looked up to him, a sheepish smile on your face.

“Sorry,” you laughed.

“Don’t apologize to him, Berry,” Josh spoke up, “Fuck off, Jake,” he said with a smile to his brother.

“Need me to leave you two alone?” Jake murmured, taking the final hit off his joint.

Josh looked up to you with a grin, “What do you think, sweetheart?”

You flushed, embarrassed and surprised at the question:

“Um—“ your throat was dry.

“I’m just teasing,” he grinned.

You rolled your eyes, cheeks still warm.

“No, brother, we’ll behave,” Josh waved a hand at his twin.

For the remainder of the movie, Josh’s hands skirted over your calves. At first it was harmless, but after a while, with his fingertips intentional and warm, you were trying not to squirm.

You were glad you hadn’t settled on The Shining, as this movie was shorter, and the sooner it was over, the sooner you could get his mouth back on yours.

You half-watched the movie, taking deep breaths filled with the heady smoke. You resumed playing with Josh’s hair, touching the soft sides of his head repeatedly, a self soothing action.

When the credits rolled, Josh sat up and stretched dramatically, and then, somehow on the same page, he offered you a hand with a gentle smile.

You took it wordlessly, and he pulled you to your feet and toward the basement steps.

“Enjoy your high, Jake, see ya later,” Josh called, tugging you with urgency up the stairs.

“Have fun, kids,” Jake yelled back. You laughed at the absurdity of their exchange.

“Come on, Berry,” Josh murmured, as if you weren’t already going to mindlessly follow him anywhere.

You went up the second set of stairs to the top floor, where you knew you would be led to his room. Your stomach felt floaty.

He shut his bedroom door quickly behind you, and before you had time to even breathe his name, his lips were against yours. He pulled you in tight, reached a hand out to flip the lights off, and backed you up to the bed, letting you fall softly onto it.

Only his lamp lit the room, but you felt like you could see him better than ever.

“Hi,” he grinned, standing between your legs at the end of the bed, “You alright with this?”

You knew you were blushing, but you didn’t feel embarrassed; just needy. You’d been waiting a few years for this.

You nodded quickly, biting your lip, waiting for him to come back.

He reached down at the hem of his shirt and pulled it easily over his head. You sucked in a sharp breath at his shirtless body—you’d seen it before, he looked lovely and you knew that, but this was different.

Now, you could touch him, you could lick him, you could find out all the spots that made him whine, made him shiver.

“Yeah?” he murmured, touching your face, “You sure?”

You sat up and reached out to touch his sides. His skin was warm and plush under your fingertips.

He inhaled sharply at the touch, and you knew you weren’t alone in your excitement.

“Yeah, m’sure,” you reassured.

Before your brain could tell you not to, you moved forward to press a kiss to his ribs. His head fell back, and you realized then how this whole thing was going to go: so many feelings, so many overwhelmed nerves.

You couldn’t wait.

He let you kiss over his abdomen for a moment before touching your cheek, asking you to look at him.

“Lay back, sweetheart, let me kiss you,”

Your head spun at the name and at how dark his eyes were already.

He crawled up on the bed and kneeled over you, your legs slotting together.

You shoved a hand into his curls and tugged down, bringing him to your lips. He groaned, eager.

His lips were soft and pillowy, and you couldn’t get enough. The kisses were fervent, desperate. His tongue was on yours quickly, and your body curved up into his on its own.

His hands found their way to your jaw and to the hem of your shirt. You grabbed his hand on your abdomen and guided it softly under your shirt, just barely, an unobtrusive invitation.

Between kisses, his breath was shaky. He thumbed over your stomach, a touch that summoned warmth deep in you.

He gripped the shirt fabric, then, and tugged lightly up. You lifted your back for him, letting him lift it over your head.

“Berry,” he breathed, tossing your shirt aside, eyes fixed on your chest, “you really never wear a bra, huh?”

He grinned, cautiously reaching out to touch near your sternum. You giggled.

“You notice, huh?”

“Of course I fucking notice,” he laughed, shaking his head.

“Yeah no, not if I can help it,” you shrugged, enjoying the casual exchange, “they’re not very comfortable”

He nodded, moving a hesitant thumb to skim over the curve of your breast. You shivered, and he pulled away.

“No, no, please,” you sighed, grabbing his hand and placing it back on your sternum.

He gave you one more cautious look, and you found yourself almost annoyed simply out of impatience.

“Please, Josh, I want this,” you mumured.

“I just…” he swallowed, letting his hand wander over your chest again, “First of all, you’re so pretty,” he smiled.

You grinned back. He skirted his fingertips over your nipple, and a soft whimper escaped his lips.

You grabbed his other hand and brought it to your lips, kissing the pad of his thumb. He watched you closely.

“Second?” You murmured.

He was distracted watching you kiss his finger, but he answered you, “I just don’t wanna rush anything, Berry. We’ve been friends so long…”

This wasn’t like him. He was rarely what you would describe as cautious. It made you nervous, especially with your bare chest to him.

“Josh…” you parted your lips and dipped the tip of his thumb into your mouth, just as he had earlier. His eyes rolled back as your tongue sweeped against the finger.

“Yeah, Berry?” His voice was low

“I don’t think we need to be concerned about that. I’ve wanted you a long time, I think this is overdue.”

He nodded, watching you gently suck the tip of his finger, “I want you too,” he was breathless and fixated on your mouth, “so bad, you don’t—,” he cut himself off with a shake of his head.

“So what if we just stop being nervous and go with it?” You mused, taking the thumb deeper into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he exhaled. The rest of his fingers curled against your jaw. He nodded, leaning down to kiss your neck swiftly, keeping his thumb in your mouth.

He licked at your neck and you whined, head falling aside to give him access. He “hmm”ed and groaned at the feeling of his finger pushing against your wet tongue.

“Fuck,” he repeated against your shoulder, “I want you so bad, I have wanted you, so bad”

You let the moan fall out of you, which only spurred his arousal further.

“Please, come here, get on top of me,” he breathed, suddenly moving to the top of the bed, reclining lazily with his head leaning against the wall.

So you did, eagerly, stradling him just like you had the first night, moving to lick his jaw just like you had before, only now—

oh, now—

He would let you keep going.

His hands gripped your hips hard as your tongue slipped over his neck. His skin buzzed under your lips as he hummed.

Your bare chest pressed against his, and the skin on skin was enough to leave you endorphin high for a week.

“Berry,” the way he said the name, breathy and full of desperation, weakened you. You felt frail, and just as needy.

“What, babe? Tell me what you want,” you murmured into his neck.

“Oh, please fucking call me that,” his eyes were closed, lashes fluttering, eyebrows upturned.

You giggled against his skin. His hands began to skirt up and down your sides, undecided on where they would land.

“Can we take these off?” he tugged on your shorts.

“Mm,” you hummed, “You too?”

He nodded. In what surely was record time, you got off of him and slipped off your shorts, and he rid himself of his.

Your jaw fell slack at the sight of him strained against his white boxer briefs. He didn’t give you much time to dwell, though, as he pulled you back on top of him in a swift motion.

“Baby,” he whined, tugging at the hems of your panties, “You’re…”

He licked his bottom lip and slid his thumbs under the band on each side, then pressed his full palms into your hips, rolling them down into his. Your breath punched out of your lungs and you fell forward into him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He ground you down into him once more.

“Mm,” he hummed, “Berry, I…”

He pulled you back to look at your face. Suddenly and sensually, he removed his hands from your hips and moved to cradle your face.

His eyes were so warm. They looked like sunlight through amber glass.

“Hmm?” you answered, biting back a full-fledged smile.

“I don’t want this to be…” he shook his head and laughed, “God, you’re rendering me speechless,”

You laughed at that, nervous in a sweet way.

“You are,” he smiled, “You’re so fucking pretty.”

Lovingly, you tucked your head down to give him a soft kiss.

“Don’t want this to be what, Josh?”

He nodded, as if recalling where he had started this conversation.

“This is gonna sound stupid, but I don’t want this to be too, like, sexual,”

You laughed, tracing fingers down his chest

“No, I know,” he smiled, “I’m just saying I don’t want us to be so caught up in the feeling, to appreciate what’s happening, y’know?.”

Heart softening, you nodded.”Of course,” you gave another soft kiss, “Of course, yeah. It’s hard though, feels nice,” you giggled.

“Yeah, it does,” he laughed, punctuating it with a small thrust upwards into you, “I mean, I hope it feels nice, I just—“ he swallowed, “I wanna feel all of you, ya know? I want to feel it all, don’t wanna rush,”

You suppressed a whine, “Yeah, babe, I understand,” you kissed his neck slowly, as slowly as you could. His skin was hot on your tongue. You licked and licked, enjoying the crazed feeling that came along with it.

“Oh my god,” he breathed quietly, his hands squeezing your thighs. You chuckled against him, proud of yourself for drawing the reaction.

“Does my talking bother you?” he murmured, “I just—“

“No,” you groaned against his skin, “Please, don’t shut up,”

The noise he made was most akin to a growl, and suddenly you were being pulled against his mouth, teeth knocking together, breathing hard.

“I wanna—fuck—I wanna, here, just come here—,” he was panting.

Somehow he smoothly rolled you to be underneath him, and he was hot and heavy over your body. Sweat began to bead between your chests. He let his hips rest solidly on yours, propping up his torso with an arm by your head.

“Wanna sink my teeth into you, sweetheart,” he breathed, lowering himself down past your chest. Your breath hitched at the choice of words.

He nipped near your rib cage, his perfect teeth dragging gently but steadily against your skin. Your body curled up into him.

“Yeah?” he breathed, “This okay?” He bit—gentle but determined— over your stomach, your waist, then licked over it.

“Fuck,” fell from your mouth in a whimper, “Yeah, please.”

He bit the padded part of your hip, a mouthful, his tongue licking over the soft bite, and your hips writhed.

“Josh, please more,” you threaded fingers into his curls,

“Anything you want,” he shook his head, “Anything. Let’s just take our time.”

He was sliding down your body, and before you knew it, he was between your thighs, nipping the insides of them.

“Love these,” he bit and kissed at your thigh, “You can squeeze ‘em around me if you want,” he grinned, “when I go down on you,”

“Josh,” his name came out in a whine entirely on its own.

He giggled.

“Yeah?” he bit his lip, “you like that idea, Berry?”

You just groaned and let your head fall back into the pillow. You had to be soaking by now.

“You want my mouth?,” his voice was low and breathless, pressing a kiss to your thigh.

You came back to look at him and nodded, embarrassed at your eagerness, but fuck, how could you not be eager?

“Where?” he teased, licking over your thigh.

“Josh, please—“

“Call me the other thing,” he whispered, “Please,”

You grinned, touching his curls softly, “Please, babe,”

With your hand in his hair, you urged his head where you wanted him most, and he sighed into you, pressing a kiss to the front of the cotton panties.

“Oh,” you breathed, hand knotting tight into his curls.

“Oh—fuck, look at you,” He traced his finger gently over the damp fabric, “They’re clinging to you, sweetheart,” his voice was so deep you could hardly recognize it.

Your hips pushed into his touch. He breathed deeply.

“You—“ his voice cracked, and he took another deep breath, “you’re so wet, it’s—,”

You watched him closely, in awe of his expression. His face was fucked up in a torturous display of arousal.

“Mm,” he hummed, “and all for me?” He rubbed you softly over the cotton with the pad of his thumb.

You nodded quickly, “Yes,” you were getting impatient, head falling back with your inability to contain it, “Please, touch me,”

“Look at me,” he murmured. Your eyes shot to his.

He licked softly over the fabric, and your stomach heated in a white-hot flash.

“Babe,” you whined, “Yes, please,”

His eyes fluttered shut and his head fell against your leg, “You taste so fucking—nngh—so good, come here sweet girl,”

He shook his head as if to wake himself up, and then one hand wrapped under your hip, the other pulled your panties just so to the side, and then he was licking, and—

“Fuck,” you whimpered, back arching off the bed, “Fuck, again, please,”

He whined and did as you asked, lapping fully at you, hot and wet. Your cheeks flushed hot, as if you’d just taken a shot of whiskey.

“Babe,” the name escaped you again, “More, keep—fuck, please make me cum like this,”

He whined pathetically, the hand around your hip white-knuckling. He licked in a soft, repetitive motion, and you fell apart, whimpers and whines tumbling from you.

“Here, let’s—,” he pulled away swiftly and finally yanked the panties all the way off, tossing them to the floor.

When his head came back around to you, he stopped suddenly, as if seeing you for the first time. Really, though, it sort of was—the first time like this, anyways.

“Sweetheart,” he whimpered, cupping both hands under your hips now, bringing his lips to you in a sweet kiss over your clit, “Let me look at you like this,”

Your cheeks were hot but you wanted it—wanted his eyes on you, wanted your stomach to keep buzzing with the nervousness, the electric anticipation.

“You are so pretty,” he looked into your eyes, “So lovely, I hope you know.”

“Thank you,” you breathed, touching his temple softly.

“I will, you know,” he said, lips barely hovering over your center again.

“Will what?” you sighed, petting his hair.

“Make you cum like this,” He kitten licked at you.

“Fuck,” you exhaled, “Yeah, please,”

He started with a few more slow laps, but then, softly, his right hand slid in and up to the crease of your thigh, the soft touch tickling. He used his thumb to rub over you with a gentle pressure.

“What do you like?” He kissed your leg.

“Mm?” you hummed.

He nodded toward your center, “Fingers, one finger, no fingers? Fast, slow, y’know,” he licked your hip, “tell me all about it.”

Your jaw dropped slightly open. It shouldn’t be a surprise that he cared so much, or much less that he would ask you outright, but the genuine tone of his voice was dreadfully hot.

“Uh,” you caught your breath, “Yeah, finger, or, fingers,” you were blushing across your cheeks and chest. His thumb circled your clit kindly, “Um, really slow. Until I say otherwise,” you grinned.

“Sweet girl,” he hummed, “Mm, let me take care of you,” he licked over you, moving his thumb just barely to the side. “You can watch if you want,” he grinned, “Don’t have to, though, it’s whatever you wanna do.”

He tactfully replaced the contact of his thumb with his pointer finger, and then slid it down, tentatively rubbing against your entrance.

You nodded, short breaths escaping you in a pant. He nodded back, an intimate acknowledgement of each other. As he bit his lower lip, he sank the finger into you.

“Josh,” you breathed, suddenly overwhelmed at how he had you, “Babe, oh my god,”

The thought from earlier—the overly sensitive nerves, the static electricity—was all very real.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you are so wet, sweet girl, fuck, it’s—,” He trailed off into a noise and then, maybe overwhelmed, he decided to dip his tongue down against you in lieu of speaking.

“Oh,” you yelped, back arching suddenly off the bed, hands pressing his head into you. He groaned into you, and with his hand around your hip, he pressed your thigh against the side of his head, a not at all subtle request.

Your stomach turned in a pleasant way, and all at once you knew you couldn’t stop it—your legs clamped around him, fingers knit tight into his curls, and you let the wave hit you with a drawn out moan.

After what felt like several minutes, the fog lifted, and your muscles unwound. Just past the point of bringing you down through the orgasm, Josh pulled his head up, and immediately it was:

“Oh, fuck, oh, my god. Oh my god, lemme make you come again, fuck,” rambling from his mouth, his cheeks flushed, chin slick, and he looked desperate for it.

He crawled up over you and kissed you hard, his finger still tucked in you, working slowly. The slow drag of it in and out made you dizzy.

He was kissing you sloppily, needy, and you loved it. You felt a second finger nudge you, and you pushed your hips into it, wanting.

“More?” He murmured against your jaw.

“Please,” you breathed.

“Anything,” he murmured, slipping the second finger in slow. A drawn out groan sounded from him, while you were rendered momentarily speechless at the slight stretch. He curled his fingers wonderfully, moving them slow enough to let you feel everything.

“You feel so fucking good,” Josh slurred, “I wanna make you cum again so bad, you have no idea—,” he was whimpering, and while you recalled a time where he wanted to slow down and breathe it all in, you were not about to disrupt this state he was in

“Do it,” you breathed, greedy and flushed warm from the attention and the orgasm, “Do it, please, fucking—oh,” his fingers curled just right and your breath hitched, “Please,”

He nodded, “Want my mouth again?”

You nodded quickly, and he whined.

“Anything you want, sweetheart, anything, I’ll give it to you on a silver fucking platter, on my fucking knees”

You knew he was probably just rambling off things out of lust, but his words made you feel…special. Wanted. The way you always wanted to feel specifically with him.

He lowered himself again and wasted no time licking over you, drawing his fingers out perfectly before pushing them back in, and soon he was just about fucking you with them, swirling his tongue, and you were oversensitive but he was—god, so warm, and so eager, you wouldn’t dare stop him.

His tongue drew perfect circles around your clit, wet and focused. His eyes peeked up, dark and loving. You wanted to give him the world.

“Josh,” you exhaled, “Faster, please,” your threaded a hand in his hair.

He nodded against you, and soft whimpers escaped him every few seconds. Gradually, his fingers quickened, until they were fucking in and out obscenely, and the soft sounds of it coupled with his velvet tongue and his determined fingers—

“Gonna cum,” you whined, surprised at yourself, but not really, given how long you’d waited for this with him.

“Please,” he breathed against you for a fraction of a second before going back to it, and with his sigh, you let yourself go, melting into the sheets, head spinning.

He licked and licked until your legs started to shake, and then he drew away gently.

“So good, sweetheart, so good,” he was murmuring, sitting up on his knees between your legs.

“Josh,” you exhaled, chest heaving, “Wanna go down on you,”

“Oh,” the groan punched from his chest, “Fuck, Berry.”

You met his eyes. He looked overwhelmed.

“Please?” You murmured.

“Yeah?” He licked his bottom lip, “You sure? You don’t have—“

You nodded quickly and patted the bed next to you, “Yes, I’m sure.“

With a soft whine, he nodded, slipped his fingers out, and came to lay down beside you.

You leaned over him quickly, kissing him, kissing down his jaw, his neck, his collar bone. His breath was shallow, and you figured maybe things were going a bit fast.

Pausing the kisses, you leaned up and took his face into both of your hands. He looked somewhere between dazed and stunned.

“Hey,” you said softly.

“Hi, Berry,” he breathed.

“Wanna take a few breaths?”

His smile was so ungodly sweet.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”

You nodded and moved your hands down to his chest. In tandem, you inhaled slowly, exhaled slowly.

After the third breath, he smiled again.

“Good call, sweetheart, think I needed that,” he praised, stroking your cheek.

You leaned in to kiss him once more before returning to your original plan.

“Keep taking deep breaths,” you murmured, sliding down him again to press kisses all over his abdomen.

He nodded, watching you descend.

When you got to his stomach, he started writhing a bit, and something about it made your skin heat. It was fun to make him writhe, you kind of just wanted to keep making him do it.

You licked just above the hem of his boxers and he groaned, head falling back.

“Berry, I’m not trying to be impatient, but please,” you looked up and met his eyes, “Please touch me.”

The air left your lungs swiftly but you nodded, hooking two fingers into his boxers.

He lifted his hips and allowed you to pull them down, and oh, you had to focus on removing them all the way, because instantly at the sight of him, thick and curved up against his stomach, a need so intense struck you that you thought you may pass out.

“Fuck,” you couldn’t have stopped it from escaping you if you’d tried, “Babe,” you whimpered, reaching for him.

“S’it…” he licked his lips as you touched him gingerly, “I’m trying to gauge your reaction,” he chuckled, “good or bad?”

“Josh,” you grinned, settling between his thighs on your elbows, “Shut up, it’s good and you know it,”

“Yeah?” he grinned, “You like that? It’s all for you,” he was speaking softly, seductively, and while maybe it should have been a little ridiculous, the husk of his voice and his need to be generous to you was nothing other than hot.

Your hand finally grasped him firmly, and you were rewarded with the kind of groan you’d hoped for—guttural and needy. He was warm in your hand, and it made your mouth water.

“Fuck, Berry,” he squirmed again, and you decided to stop teasing.

Experimentally, you licked the head, and a shaky breath escaped him. He nodded as you looked up, and fuck, you wanted to give him more.

You sank your mouth down around him part way, savoring the taste of him, the warmth and the salty skin. He sighed again, whispers of curses and your name.

Settling a hand around the base of him, you sucked softly, bobbing your head in a leisurely pace, genuinely enjoying the feeling of him against your tongue.

“Mmmm,” he was humming, “Your mouth is…mmm,” he didn’t manage much more that made sense.

You snuck a peek up at him, and he looked mesmerized. You whimpered, clamping your thighs together, suddenly needing him more than you had anything ever before.

“Shit,” he breathed, “Can you…?” he moved one hand to cradle your jaw and the other held your hair gently at the back of your head, “I don’t wanna push you, can you go down any further, sweetheart?”

You pulled off, and he groaned at the soft, wet pop. You slicked your hand over him and he bucked up into it.

“I’m not fragile, you know,” you grinned, “You can be a little rough,”

He blushed, “I don’t think you’re fragile, I just, I don’t wanna…” he licked his bottom lip, and his eyes fixated on yours, “God, it’s hard to think with you looking like this,” he giggled, “I just don’t wanna be a dick, you know, like shoving your head down.”

You giggled, then, “Thank you, babe, it’s okay, though,” you licked at him, “You can,”

You took him back down, pushing until he hit the back of your throat, and he gasped at the feeling.

“Mmm,” he groaned, “You’re so sweet, taking me like this,” he pushed gently on the back of your head as he held your hair, a tentative instruction.

You let him, tears pricking the corner of your eyes as you breathed through your nose, letting your throat open for him, bobbing up and down slowly.

“Fuck,” he whined, “Fuck, just like that, sweetheart, just like that,” he pulled and pushed on your head by the makeshift ponytail, and you took it eagerly, doing anything to keep hearing his breathy moans.

After a moment, the craving for him was unbearable, and you lifted your head.

“Babe,” you breathed, licking a thick stripe up his length, “I don’t wanna wait,”

“Me either,” his eyes rolled into his head as you took the head of him against the flat of your tongue. “Fuck, me either, come here,”

He beckoned you up with a hand and you listened, straddling him again, meeting his lips fervently.

It was hard not to focus on him rubbing against you, slick and warm, the perfect fit with you on his lap. Each of you ground into the other, each of you whimpered pathetically.

“Berry,” he breathed, fist full of your hair again, “How do you want me?” he asked, eyes meeting yours. They were so incredibly dark, his lids were heavy, and you don’t think you had ever seen something more beautiful. Your breath was stuck in your throat.

In the low lamp light, he seemed to glow with a golden aura. Maybe you were just drunk with dopamine from everything, but it truly was stunning. The contrast of the shadows on his face; the little one under his lip, the soft ones under his cheekbones, made you feel suddenly emotional. You had him, and he had you. Finally.

He must have noticed this change in demeanor, because he softened even more, grinning gently, stroking his thumb over your cheek.

“My sweet Berry,” he spoke breathlessly as he grinned, “I want you so bad. Not just to fuck, I just want you. Want you close,”

You bit your lip, feeling sudden tears welling up in your eyes.

“Oh, sweet girl, don’t cry,” He sounded so concerned, wiping his thumbs at the corners of your eyes even before the tears could fall.

“I’m happy,” you beamed, “I’m just happy. This feels so surreal.”

He giggled, “Me too,” he bit his lip again, “I just want you to feel good, sweetheart. And adored.”

You groaned as he pushed up against you again, and you had to take a moment to wonder at how blissful the moment was.

“God,” you breathed out, and then you kissed him, hard, because you had to. You had to taste him again, to feel his breath on yours, to hold him close.

“You okay if we start like this?” he murmured against your lips, “I can do most of the work still, but I like how close you are,”

You whimpered, craving him tremendously. You nodded, kissing him again.

“Talk to me, sweetheart,” he breathed.

“Yes, babe, please,”

He nodded and kissed you. You could feel his hands move, one resting against the curve of your ass and lifting gently, the other gripping himself and rubbing against you. The feeling made your cheeks hot.

“You ready, sweetheart?” He murmured, kissing your cheek softly.

“Yeah,” you breathed, beginning to sink down onto him.

“Oh,” he groaned, “Oh, fuck,”

You gasped, letting your head fall against his shoulder.

The stretch of him inside you was as perfect as you had imagined, and he was warm, and his hands gripped at your back frantically, and he sounded so lovely, just as desperate as you, just as relieved.

“Sweet, sweet girl,” he let out shakily, “You feel perfect,” he gave a small thrust up and you let out another sharp gasp, “You okay? How’s it feel?”

You nodded, pulling your heavy head up to look at him. Of all things, he giggled.

“Sweetheart, you look fucked,” he giggled more, “Feel good?”

You grinned and nodded, biting your lip, eyes already rolling back at the full feeling.

“Christ, you’re hot,” he breathed, rolling his hips up into you, “Gonna fuck you slow, sweetheart, so we can savor it,”

“Babe,” it tumbled out of you in a broken voice, lips against his cheek, “Please, yeah,”

“You wanna say it?” He exhaled.

“What?”

“What you want,”

“Oh, my god,” you whispered, understanding what he was asking you.

“Yeah? What is it, Berry?”

“Please, fuck me,” You breathed against his cheek.

“God damn,” he groaned, “That was as hot as I thought it would be,” he huffed out a short laugh, “Yeah, sweetheart, of course I will,”

He shifted his hips a bit, sliding down the bed slightly so he could gain leverage to fuck up into you. At the first full thrust, you realized you could not maintain any sort of composure,

“Josh,” you groaned, “Fuck, oh—“

“I know, I know,” he soothed, setting a smooth pace, “Feels like heaven,”

You nodded, throwing your head back. As you did, his hand found your throat. It didn’t squeeze, just rested gently, but the possessive display sent heat coursing through you.

Then, you just let yourself feel. Feel his warm palm, his gentle but determined thrusts, the way it felt like he belonged in you, the soft skin of his legs. His breathing was shaky, and he whimpered occasionally. You were moaning incoherent strings of curses and his name.

“You look…” he trailed off. You looked down to meet his gaze. His jaw was slack, “You look unreal, sweetheart. Divine.”

His hand around your neck trailed down, and his other hand joined, cupping your breasts, tracing down your sternum, over the soft part of your belly, down to your hips. His skin burned a lovely, fluttering path over yours.

“Kiss me,” he breathed, pulling you in by the back of your head. You nodded and did so eagerly, indulging in the slick warmth of his mouth.

The new angle, leaning forward, made a moan hitch in your throat.

“Right there?” He said against your mouth.

“Mmm, please,” you slurred back. He nodded, gripping your hips and increasing the speed of his.

You watched him for a moment; the shine of his skin and the pure, desperate look on his face. His eyes fluttered shut, lips parted gently. He smelled so much like himself that it made you dizzy.

The way he filled you was something you knew you’d never stop craving, and the perfect pace of his hips had you coming apart at the seams.

“Josh,” his name was a plea, “Close,”

“I know, sweetheart, please let me have it,” he pulled you into desperate kisses, gasping between them, “I wanna feel you around me, please,”

Gripping the soft skin of his shoulders and nuzzling your face into his neck, you did as he asked, relaxing wondrously into the orgasm. It was intense because it was all him, all Josh, in you and around you.

“Berry,” he groaned, “Sweet girl, I’m there too, do you—”

“In me, in me,” you breathed, “I’m on birth control, please, I want it—“

“Okay, okay, sweetheart,” he gritted, “Fuck, I—“

He hugged you tight to him, and the rumble of the groan in his chest made your cheeks heat. He throbbed inside you, an intimate thing, and just there, right then, he felt like yours.

“Baby,” you breathed, pulling your head up to hold his face, to press kisses to every part of it. He grinned and giggled.

“Holy fuck,” he giggled, “My sweet Berry,” he brought his hand up to your jaw and you both sat, holding the other, sharing smiles and breathless giggles, looking into each other’s glazed, excited eyes.

“Mm,” you hummed, “My sweet boy,”

He blushed and bit his lip momentarily, “S’that right?”

“Seems right,” you grinned, “You okay with that?”

He nodded, “You know, we don’t need to talk about it right now, but, I really do like you—“

“Josh,” you grinned, “You’re right, not right now. Don’t wanna think too hard right now,”

He nodded and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Soon, though, I’d love to hear all about it,” you continued.

“Mm. Okay, agreed,” he smiled a toothy grin.

“So, that was fun,” you giggled.

“Yeah,” he breathed with a giggle, “Yeah, you could say that.”

You kissed him hard, hoping to convey some semblance of the emotions that coursed through you. You were pretty sure he understood by the feather-light trace of his thumb over your cheek.

After a minute, you realized you could both hardly breathe, so you separated reluctantly.

He still smiled wildly.

“Wanna shower?” He murmured, trailing his thumb over your lip.

“Uh,” you blushed, “Are your parents here?”

He laughed suddenly, “It’s a little late for that kind of precaution, I think, Berry,”

You laughed with him, falling against his chest. The feeling of him still inside you was wildly personal. His hands soothed over your back.

“You can put my sweatpants on to walk to the bathroom, it’s okay if they get messy. But no, I think they’re gonna be out for a while tonight. They don’t really come up here anyways. Should be okay,”

You nodded and kissed his cheek. After a moment of contemplating, you spoke, “Can I say something that I probably shouldn’t?”

He grinned, “Do your worst.”

“Kinda feels nice like this, kinda don’t wanna get up,”

His demeanor stayed soft, “I know, Berry, I feel the same way. S’okay, though, we can go get in a warm shower, and then we can cuddle. Up here if you want, or we can do another movie in the basement. Sound like a plan?”

You nodded, a little sleepy, and kissed his forehead.

“Good girl,” he said softly, kissing your forehead in return, “Let’s do this gently,” he helped guide your hips off of him, and you cringed at the feeling.

“I know,” he cringed as well, “Here, kiss me,”

You did, distracting yourself from the loss with the sweet grace of his lips.

Carefully, you got off his lap, cupping your hand under you to prevent as much as you could from making a mess. He giggled at the display.

“Shut up,” you blushed, “you did it,”

“I know, and I enjoyed it very much,” he mused, tossing you his sweatpants.

You both dressed quickly, eager for the warm shower.

When you were haphazardly dressed, you in a t-shirt and his sweats, him in a pair of shorts, he pulled you swiftly into a hug.

It was quiet. His hands moved slowly on your back. He smelled of sweat and him.

After a peaceful moment, he pulled away and gave you a soft kiss.

“C’mon, dear, let’s go relax,” he smiled.

You nodded, taking his extended palm.

Silently, and luckily undisturbed, you both scurried down the hall to the bathroom.

He locked the door behind you and let out a relieved exhale.

“See?,” he grinned, “Easy peasy.”

You chuckled and looked in the mirror, smoothing out your million flyaways, rubbing your face to try and look less dazed.

He started the shower and you turned on the vent, but he frowned and flipped it off. You looked at him inquisitively.

“I like when it gets all steamy,” he explained with a grin.

“Of course you do,” you laughed, stepping out of the, truthfully gross, sweatpants. You yanked the shirt over your head as he rid himself of the pants.

You caught his eyes raking over you, and in the bright bathroom light, you felt a little too naked.

“I don’t think I’m gonna get used to seeing you like this anytime soon,” he mused, biting his bottom lip, “You’re stunning.”

“No, you are,” you quipped back. You rolled your eyes to yourself at the uncleverness of it.

“Mm,” he hummed, shaking his head, “Should be an extra towel under the sink, sweetheart,” he said.

You nodded, silently enjoying the pet name. You grabbed one of the white towels and hung it up next to his on the rack.

“I like my showers hot,” he grinned, “How about you?”

You nodded, “Same here.”

He nodded back and opened the curtain, stepping on the waterless side.

“You first, sweetheart, we’ll warm you right up.”

You grinned and accepted the invitation, slipping under the warmth of the water. You shivered as it trailed down your stomach.

Tipping your head back, you let the water course over you, soaking your hair, refreshing your face. When you swiped the water from your eyes and blinked them open, Josh was staring. Before you could say something, he did.

“You’re so, so pretty,” he grinned, “I can’t shut up about it. You were pretty before, but like this…” he whistled one drawn out note, “Like I said, I can’t shut up about it.”

Resisting the urge to be embarrassed, you opted to lean in and wrap him in a hug. His skin was cold now that you were so warm, and he shivered, then melted into your touch.

He spoke softly into you hair.

“M’so glad this finally happened, Berry,”

“Mm,” you hummed into his neck, “You have no idea how much I agree.”

He giggled, pulling away and holding your face with his large hands, “I think I do, actually,” he grinned.

You giggled, for no particular reason, other than that your stomach felt full of butterflies.

“You enjoy it?” he murmured, wiping water droplets from your forehead with his thumb.

“I think that would be understating it, yes.”

He giggled again.

“Good, Berry, I had hoped so.”

“You?” you trailed your hand down his naked chest, in a state of awe that you were getting to touch him like this.

“Yeah, sweetheart, more than I could have dreamed,” he grinned, “And I have dreamed,”

You laughed softly.

“Switch with me?” he murmured, “M’getting a little cold.”

You nodded, swapping places with him, trying not to knock shampoo bottles everywhere.

He tilted his head under the water and let his curls be drenched. When he was done, he flicked the excess water from his hair, leaving it a mess.

“Come back,” he held his arm out, looping you in.

You sighed and leaned against his chest, letting the water pour over you lazily.

For a long while, you breathed together under the hot water. The steam made each breath dreamy, and he held you close.

Then, he touched your chin softly, tipping your head up into a warm kiss. You could have stayed in it forever. The water pattered gently against your skin and the shower floor like a distant rainstorm.

After several warm kisses, he spoke.

“Can I wash your hair?” He grinned.

You nodded, “As long as you don’t use three-in-one shampoo, sure,”

He giggled, “No, no, only the best for these curls.”

He grabbed the shampoo and you giggled at it—it was something fancy, and it smelled of citrus.

The suds lathered over his tan hands, and then he began to rub your scalp.

It was soothing. His fingertips were gentle, and they worked every part of your head. After he felt like he did enough, he rinsed his hands off.

“C’mere,” he smiled, stepping far back enough for your head to reach the water. He rinsed it, and then brought you in for another kiss.

“Your turn?” You grinned. He couldn’t hide his excitement as he nodded.

You lathered some shampoo in your hands before tentatively settling them against his head. He purred under the touch, his face and neck relaxing.

His hair was silky with the shampoo, and the sides of his head were extra soft, akin to velvet.

After you rinsed it, he swiped the water off his face and looked at you, eyes squinted and lips curled into a grin.

“What?” you asked.

“Wanna make out?” He smiled wider.

You laughed, a bit loud, and nodded as he pulled you in.

Languidly, you kissed under the water. Maybe you two were overdoing it all at once, who knows. It felt effortless. It didn’t feel like something to be shied away from.

His tongue was warm against yours. You licked against him, tracing your tongue along the back of his teeth, humming into him, trying to familiarize yourself with every part of him.

His hands held your waist and the back of your head. Yours rested on his chest. Citrus scented steam filled the room.

“Mm,” he hummed as you separated, “Can’t promise I won’t wanna do that again later.”

You laughed, “I hope that really is a promise.”

He nodded, grabbing his body wash.

You both washed yourselves, hands wandering only occasionally, until finally you were clean.

He shut the water off and stepped out, handing you your towel. You bit your lip at the sight of him casually naked like this. His body was lovely.

You toweled off and wrapped it snugly under your arms as he tucked his around his waist.

“We’re gonna run for it, Berry,” he grinned, “You ready?”

“Oh, god,” you groaned, as he yanked the door open, sprinting down the hall dramatically for his room.

You followed, laughing in a giddy way, pulse pounding in your chest.

He nearly slammed the door behind you, and then you both giggled.

“Good job,” he panted, “I think we made it out unseen”

You nodded lazily, dropping the towel to the floor.

“You want some of my clothes?” He grinned, expectant.

“Only if they’re cozy,”

He picked out a pair of his harem pants, and a beat to hell Greta Van Fleet shirt.

“Gotta represent me, yeah?” He winked, handing them to you.

You rolled your eyes affectionately and dressed.

He wore a grey hoodie and a pair of patchwork cotton pants that made your heart ache. He looked so soft.

“Cuddle up here or downstairs?” He wrapped you in a bear hug.

“Depends,” you grinned, “Can we make out in front of Jake?”

“I don’t give a shit,” He giggled, “You wanna join him and smoke some?”

You nodded, “Sounds nice,”

“Mm, let’s do it then, sweet girl,”

He kissed you slow, possibly more slow than he had all day. You sighed into it.

“You’re my Berry, you know,” he murmured against your lips, “Just mine,”

“Josh…,” you said, the weakest of warnings, “We said we would talk later.”

“And we will, darling,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “But that’s the truth no matter what.”

You hummed, kissing him again, “Sweet boy,” you whispered against his lips.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “exactly,”

It was vague, but you understood. He understood.

He tugged you downstairs, hand-in-hand, towards surely a healthy amount of teasing from his twin, and with the promise of heady smoke and cozy embraces.

fin.

[crazylilad]

I’ll do anything for you even if you won’t love me back PART 3

Masterlist

Last part I'll be doing of this story until further notice! It's been a journey getting so many replies asking for more of Y/N and Daryl and I'm pleased to say this isn't going to be the end of their story! I plan on finishing up s8-s10 (I'm not doing s11 because I haven't seen it yet) and then ending this oneshot/story.

Don't expect anymore parts anytime soon as I have more stories I want to write and don't want to focus all my attention on just one story.

Please make sure to reblog, like, or whatever you wanna do! That helps me want to continue writing these kinds of stories and to figure out what people want

Just a reminder, this is set in early season 7, around the beginning of the savior arc :)

Word count: 3198

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That night, Maggie and Sasha both decided to share a room with a couple of Hilltop’s residents so Y/N and Daryl could have the trailer to themselves. Daryl and her both had tried to decline, both coming up with different excuses, but the two girls didn’t relent. 

Y/N knew Maggie was giving them privacy so Y/N could tell Daryl about her being pregnant, but Y/N couldn’t make herself say the words.

She was laid across Daryl’s bare chest, running a finger along one of his scars. 

Daryl had told Y/N about his past, what happened to his mom and what his dad did to them all. He never let people see the ugly markings left, never let anyone touch him, but Y/N was different. 

When they first started sleeping in the same bed, Daryl couldn’t help but be tense. He slept in his day clothes and wouldn’t touch Y/N, or let her touch him. Even if before sleeping together they would sneak kisses when no one was looking. 

But soon enough, Y/N had caught him undressed and saw every part of him, even the broken parts.

She didn’t look at him any differently though. She didn’t even say anything as she got up and held him close, her stomach flat against his back as she softly caressed his scars. He stood there, dumbfounded and tense as tears flooded his vision. 

That was the first time he had ever felt love before, the first time he had been hugged like that and told that he was perfect the way he was. Daryl wasn’t so sure if he believed it himself, but Y/N seemed pretty damn adamant that it was the truth, going as far as making him feel worthy of being cared for.

Now, as Y/N touches his scars once more, occasionally kissing one, he touched the few on her back and arms. She had gotten them throughout her time in this ugly world, most were from her time alone -and Daryl knew how dark those stories were- and the rest was from protecting their family.

His heart pounded as he thought of all the times he wasn’t there to protect her, when she didn’t know to protect herself. 

Y/N hummed before getting up.

 Their plates of food were discarded along with their clothes, Y/N’s necklace somewhere on the floor, hidden away from view. Neither of them could care less about the mess they had made in the little time they had been together again, they were just glad for the sense of security they felt in one another's arms.

“I was gonna come for you,” Y/N finally whispered. “I wasn’t going to leave you there… I’m-” But the words didn’t want to leave her mouth. I’m pregnant and I feel utterly useless against the saviors.

Daryl’s hand moved to Y/N’s bicep, his calloused fingers drawing aimlessly like Y/N had done to him so many times before.

“Ya don’t gotta explain yourself. I get it.” he murmured. 

She sighed before kissing Daryl’s hand and tossing her clothes on. Their food was cold by now, yet neither of them complained as they both sat down and ate more than what they probably should’ve.

The next day, Daryl was watching Y/N. He had noticed her sluggish movements and how she snapped at everyone around her so easily. It was so different from the calm Y/N he knew.

When the saviors came unexpectedly, Y/N and him were separated, neither knowing where the other was. Y/N was hidden under a trailer, just barely out of sight while Daryl hid with Maggie in Hilltop’s food cellar. After about an hour or so, the saviors left and not long after Y/N and Daryl were headed back to their trailer and asleep for the rest of the night. 

Daryl watched as she got undressed and burrowed herself under the mounds of blankets on their small bed. His knife tapped the table, leaving small markings on the wood as he tried to figure out what was bothering her that was so bad she was hiding it from him.

It was so unlike her, the usual girl who spent hours ranting about her issues if only to come up with a solution by herself was now more quiet than she had ever been. Daryl would listen every time she would rant to him, not speaking unless she asked him what his input was, but that rarely ever happened. 

Y/N hated herself for that, always feeling like she was wasting his time, but Daryl would let her waste years of his life if it meant he could see her happy.

He smiled. She didn’t know it, but she was his better half, the half that could solve anything if she wanted to.

Y/N listened as he moved around the trailer and got ready for the night, her body shaking under the covers as she tried to get warm. When Daryl’s arms wrapped around her she wasted no time burrowing her head into his chest, the blankets going over her head as Daryl chuckled.

Y/N listened to his voice as he told stories, some about him and his older brother, and the trouble they always got into, and some about what he wanted to try to build at some point. Daryl whispered something about building them a log cabin in the middle of the woods when they were done fighting the Saviors, promising to find Y/N some sort of mutt they could have as a companion.

“We’ll name ‘em dog.” Daryl joked, smiling when he heard Y/N’s laugh.

It wasn’t long until they had fallen asleep, only to get up hours later. Neither of them were ready for the busy day to come; Jesus had told the both of you all about another community under Negan’s rule. To Daryl, that was all that was happening, but today was the day Y/N would tell him. 

There was never going to be a good time to tell Daryl and Jesus mentioned there would be a doctor at this new place that could check on Y/N’s health.

With that said, Y/N slipped her boots on and followed Daryl out the trailer. She could see Rick as well as a few others from Alexandria walking through Hilltop. smiled as Rick and Daryl hugged each other tightly, tears glimmering in both their eyes. 

Y/N made her rounds, hugging all of her friends, but she and Michonne hugged the longest, each saying words that they couldn’t convey properly. 

Y/N felt awful for leaving right after a terrible argument, going as far as to wish to never see the couple ever again. She wanted more than anything to make it up to them, but didn’t know how.

She backed away from her friend and offered a small smile, wiping away the tears threatening to fall when Daryl placed a hand on her shoulder, leading her over to sit in the back seat of a car.

The drive to the new community was long and Y/N spent most of that time drawing random shapes on Daryl’s hands while speaking softly to Carl who was sitting behind them.

When they pulled up in a parking lot and led to the Kingdom’s gates, Y/N felt a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. Daryl felt it too and kept close to Y/N who was looking paler by the second.

Neither of them said anything, but when they met Ezekial, they thought he was an insane man. Still, Y/N respected his way of leading, especially when she learned he was able to keep Negan’s men outside of his walls. Perhaps it wasn’t much, but to Y/N, it was everything.

Daryl, on the other hand, wanted to leave immediately. He didn’t trust these people to be as strong as Jesus was making them out to be. Sure, they had survived this long, but that didn’t mean anything. They had walls to hide behind, that was nothing compared to being out on the road for weeks at a time.

It wasn’t long after their meeting with the king that they group decided to head back home, hoping to get back before the saviors decided to check Alexandria for Daryl. Y/N stood on the porch of the building her group had just come out of and watched in silence as Rick told Daryl to stay behind, the rest of the group walking out through the front gates. 

Morgan, who she didn’t expect to see here of all places, was standing next to her, arms resting on his stick.

Daryl marched back in the gates when Rick began to catch up with the group. Y/N’s brows raised when she saw his enraged expression. She bit her lip before following him to a building the community used as apartments.

She found Daryl pacing an empty room, hands fisted. He was beyond angry, and upset. They had all left him. Sure, there was a reason behind it, but Y/N and Daryl were great assets to the group, and both of them could stay out of sight when Negan came to take things from Alexandria. They sure as hell were no use trying to convince a pretend king to join a war.

Y/N thought otherwise. In fact, while she watched Daryl from the doorway she was leaning against, she was making a plan on how to make Ezekial help them. She knew why Rick was making Daryl and her stay as far away from Negan as possible, knew if Daryl had even a slim chance -even if it meant he died as well- he would kill Negan and ruin everything. Y/N had never seen him so hidden in rage, but no one could stop him if he lost control over his emotions. Whether he could see it or not, this was for the best. At least for now. 

Daryl stopped pacing. His shoulders were shaking as he faced the room’s window that looked down at the Kingdom. He had thought the same things as Y/N and it only hurt him more. He was no longer trusted, it felt like. 

Daryl sniffed, looking down at his hands. He couldn’t see anything but the blood of Glenn. It was his fault what happened, his fault Y/N wasn’t safe in Alexandria instead of hiding from Negan. If he had just stayed kneeling… 

His mind was clouded and he didn’t feel when Y/N wrapped her arms around him.

His hands moved to wipe at the tears that fell onto his cheeks. He couldn’t understand what was going on, but there was an anger in him so dangerous he feared he would punch one of the walls near him. But Y/N’s arms stopped that from happening and so he dropped his fisted hands and let her soothe him.

Night had fallen hours later. Y/N and Daryl were now sitting on the floor, looking at the outside world behind the window. Daryl’s head was resting on Y/N’s shoulder, her head on top of his. Their hands were interlocked, Daryl’s thumb rubbing circles on Y/N’s rough skin.

It was so peaceful here. It felt like alexandria before things went to shit. 

Daryl smiled softly at the thought, wondering what it would’ve been like for those people if his family had never showed up. Y/N had spent a lot of her time with Deanna, convincing her to let Y/N lead.

Y/N was smart like that. She knew if it ever came down to it, her smarts were better than her muscles. However, Deanna played the same game as Y/N and didn’t make it easy for her. Half the time Y/N would end up overly upset that Deanna hadn’t just accecpted Y/N’s offer and the other half liked the challenge.

“I’m pregnant.” Y/N whispered out of the blue, silencing Daryl’s thoughts.

Daryl froze, unsure if he had heard what she said or if his mind was playing tricks on him. He removed his body from Y/N’s and stared at her. His usual indifferent demeanor was gone and replaced with shock; eyes wide, mouth open. Y/N would laugh if it weren’t for the circumstances.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner, I know that but-”

“How far along are ya?” He interrupted her. Daryl’s mind had quit working as soon as Y/N said those two words. How would they feed the baby? How would he keep Y/N and their child safe? What if he didn’t make it?

Y/N looked down, shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t know… I haven’t checked or anything, or… I- I don’t know.” 

Daryl stared at her for the longest time too wrapped up in his own thoughts. He would need to make sure she was eating a lot and sleeping well now that he knew. And with the threat of Negan and walkers-

Y/N snorting bought him out of his thoughts. Daryl looked like he had seen Santa Claus for the first time.

“What the hell do we do?” He whispered. Y/N covered her face, cheeks red, when she realized just how much he cared. Why had she thought this was going to go bad in the first place?

Daryl frowned. “What?”

She shook her head, looking away from him. It was quiet for a long time before Y/N spoke. “I love you.”

She had known for a long time, had tried to tell herself not to get attached because Daryl wasn’t that kind of guy… But then she got pregnant, Daryl got taken by Negan…

“God, I love you and I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, but you’re perfect, Daryl Dixon-”

She was cut off by Daryl’s lips on hers. She gasped as she was forced to lean back, one hand moving to catch them before they both fell to the floor. 

“I love you,” Daryl whispered. “I love you I love you I love you-” with each time he said it the kiss seemed to deepen and Y/N couldn’t stop herself from getting overly emotional. 

She was crazy for thinking he wouldn’t like the idea of children, crazy for thinking he would up and leave as soon as the words were out. Sure, they both wondered if they would be good parents, and they spent most of the night speaking about it before falling asleep in one another’s arms. 

The next day Daryl was up early. 

He sat on the edge of their cot holding Y/N’s hand as she slept soundly behind him, snoring. She was still so small, and even though she wasn’t that far along, Daryl was about ready to go out and hunt a month’s worth of food just for her. 

He was itching to leave and do just that but knew Y/N was planning on going to Kingdom’s doctor for a check up and Daryl would be with her every step of the way no matter who tried to stop him.

It was late afternoon when she woke up, alone in a room while the sun shined in through the window. Daryl’s things were gone and a plate of food was sat on a wooden chair for her. 

She ate it all, even if there were enough portions for three, before going outside.

Y/N was walking around the Kingdom when she found Daryl walking the wall’s perimeter. She paused and watched as his eyes scanned everything around him, shoulders tense. She made a quick guess and assumed he was making sure the walls would hold while Y/N and him were staying there.

When Daryl spotted her, he smiled softly. In a few long strides he was in front of her, greeting her with a soft, quick kiss.

“What happened to staying by my side no matter what, huh?” Y/N joked.

He scoffed, pushing her shoulder gently as he led her toward the infirmary. “Yer snores pushed me out the room.”

Y/N scowled. “That’s a bit harsh.”

Daryl shrugged before walking into the infirmary. They were met with a lot of stares and Y/N could see just how tense Daryl was right now.

It wasn’t long before the Kingdom’s doctor was taking them to a private room where an ultrasound and a bed sat. 

“Would you mind leaving the room?” The doctor asked Dary, brows raised. Y/N wasn’t sure if he was rude or if she was feeling extra hormornal today.

Daryl ignored him.

Y/N smiled softly when the doctor directed his attention to her. “He was never socialized properly.” Y/N said.

Daryl stepped closer as the doctor got his equipment ready, his hand intertwined with Y/N’s. No words were spoken between the two as the screen showed their child, the tiny dot just barely noticeable. Y/N wiped at her eyes, but she was unable to keep her tears at bay. 

The two of them had no idea if they would be good parents or not, but both of them would go to the ends of the earth to keep their baby safe.

Month’s later, when Negan was defeated and locked away, Y/N gave birth to their baby. Turns out, Mini Dixon was a girl and all the boy names they had planned out after months of being told they would have a boy were useless. After a few weeks Daryl and Y/N decided on Harlow Dixon. 

When Rick died, Harlow was outside the walls more, accompanying her parents as they searched for Rick’s body. She was still a baby, though, and while Y/N wished they didn’t have to, sometimes the Dixon family would end up at Hilltop for a few days at a time -or weeks depending on the weather.

Daryl was good at staying with them, occasionally leaving to hunt, and soon enough he had found an abandoned cabin they could stay in permanently. Not long after, while Y/N and Harlow were planting some seeds for a garden, a dog showed up.

Dog became a beloved member of Y/N and Daryl’s family and even if Daryl didn’t say it, he loved the damn animal more than Harlow did. 

Now, after years of looking and giving up on finding Rick, Y/N was coming back from a trip to Hilltop, a bright smile on her face as she opened the cabin’s door and found Daryl and Harlow in the middle of playing dress up. 

Daryl held a small tea cup, his normal gruff features replaced with a bright smile as Harlow directed him on how to be prim and proper. Those were two words Y/N thought she would never describe Daryl as.

She smiled softly.

Even if they didn’t know at that moment that in a couple days Carol and Henry would find Daryl coming back from a hunting trip and escort Daryl back to the cabin. From there they would all venture to Hilltop and learn about a new threat. 

Harlow was still too little and Y/N spent most of her time keeping an eye on her child, but at one point she had turned around and Harlow was gone. Enid was gone as well, having been with Y/N only an hour before, and so many others. Most would end up with their heads on a pike… and the other would get out because Y/N and Daryl would burn the world for her.

And they did.

Prompt: I'll do anything for you even if you won't love me back

[sarahrogersevans]

You Have Me Now- Sebastian Stan xreader fan fic

Summary: Reader and Sebastian are hanging out and reader is having an anxiety attack and Sebastian is there to help reader calm down

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, shy reader, mentions of self doubt a bit, soft Seb, mentions of feeling scared, fluff, angst, let me know if I miss anything

(Y/N’s POV)

Sebastian and I had a free day from working so we thought we’d hangout today binge watching our favorite show and bake cookies, I was getting the kitchen ready for us to work at while Sebastian offered to go get the supplies from the store. A few minutes later I heard a knock on the door and it was Sebastian with grocery bags and I opened the door and said “hey, here let me help you with those!” I took a few of the bags off his hands and put them on the counter and said “is that everything or is there more in your car??” Sebastian put the rest on the counter and said “no that’s everything I think, hang on I’ll be back gotta stop at the washroom I’ll be back in a minute.” I nodded and started to grab items out of the bags when I felt that weird feeling like an anxiety attack was about to hit.

I kept grabbing stuff out of the bags and tried to ignore the anxious feeling but it stuck around. I tried to take some deep breaths and said to myself “ok.. it’s ok it’s just anxiety.” I sat down against the wall as my legs gave out and I started to feel scared and I cried wishing it would stop.

(Sebastian’s POV)

“Ok, time to make some cookies! I hope Y/N likes snickerdoodles.” I walked back out to the kitchen to go help Y/N and I heard a noise like someone was crying and breathing hard. I saw Y/N sitting against the wall and I knew then what was happening but I didn’t wanna overwhelm her more. I knelt down by Y/N and said “hey doll hey shhh hey it’s ok I’m right here now, try and take some nice deep breaths ok? I’ll do it with you.” I started to breathe in and out slowly and Y/N followed it, after a few times I could tell she was feeling a bit more relaxed and I rubbed her arm saying “how are you feeling now Y/N? Any better?” She wiped her face and said “yea a little.. I’m sorry Seb, I hate you found me like this and that I didn’t tell you.. I was worried you’d think it’s stupid..” I shook my head and looked at her saying “hey not at all doll, anxiety attacks happen to all of us, it’s not stupid Y/N we all get overwhelmed sometimes. If you ever are feeling like this again I want you to tell me ok?” I smiled at her and she gave me a nod with a smile, I could tell she was feeling more relaxed which I was happy to see she was ok and I asked her “hey would it be ok if I gave you a hug Y/N? If you’re comfortable with it that is.” Y/N nodded while she started to reach for me and I smiled at her wrapping my arms around her holding her close and said “you have me now, whenever you’re anxious just let me know, still wanna make cookies or wanna just relax?” Y/N held on to me a bit more and said “can we stay here for a few more minutes and then go make cookies?” I was so proud of Y/N going through an anxiety attack & still up for making cookies, I rubbed her back and said “of course doll just let me know when you’re ready ok? I’m here.”

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[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Series

sarang — yjw.

chapter four

summary: the love journey of you and mafia boss yang jungwon. after meeting and getting to know you, he grew in love, deeply in love that he will do anything to keep you to himself.

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Your eyes silently followed Jungwon’s car drives out from the mansion. This has been your routine for almost a week already. Ever since you started becoming a little more comfortable under this roof, you watched him leave before you go out for breakfast. Then you make sure you’re inside your room already before he arrives from work.

“Breakfast?” you smiled a little at Injang when you saw him helping some of the helpers prepare the table at the garden. This was so far your favorite place. It just have this vibe of calming you down and relaxing you. Freeing you from all of these worries.

You sat down and watch how the helpers assist you. Like always, the silence between you and Injang was still powerful. You can tell he’s really letting you take your time.

You had been thinking about what he said to you. That you should just accept this fate and slowly open up to them. That Yang Jungwon will really change your life. You wanted so bad to believe right away but due to all the things you’ve been through, you can’t make yourself trust anyone that easily. In this world full of cruel people, you can’t let your guard down.

“Injang,” you called him.

“Yes, Ms. y/n?” he asked anticipating whatever it is that you want to talk about.

You gulped as your hold over the utensils tightened. After sighing heavily you looked through Injang’s eyes, “I’m willing to have that talk.”

Injang’s eyes grew a little in surprise. He knew sooner or later you will eventually want to open up to him but he didn’t know it will be this soon. He gave you atleast one to two weeks. Seems like your mental health is stronger than he thinks.

He nodded and smiled a little, “Of course. When do you wanna do it?”

“Later.” you answered right away so you wouldn’t have any chance to back out.

Well, days before, Injang had told you that if ever you already accepted your fate and your new life that awaits you, he needs to talk to you first. Make you open up to him so he would know things about you. He said Jungwon asked him to do that so you will feel more comfortable and to gain your trust. And also so he can understand you more.

The breakfast went on pretty smoothly, just small chitchats. After that you roamed around the mansion once again like always. It’s been days and you almost memorized how the furniture looks like but still you couldn’t get enough of them.

Your steps halted in front of this big portrait. It was non other than the boss itself, Yang Jungwon. From his perfectly fixed hair, down to his two pretty eyebrows, his beautiful eyes, to his pointed nose, rosy cheeks and his pinkish lips. He looked ethereal. Just by staring at him,  it already makes you feel a lot of things. Heart raced at the sight of his pretty eyes. They were indeed one of the prettiest.

“Ms. y/n?” you flinched a little after hearing Injang called out to you. You didn’t even realized that you’ve been staring at Jungwon’s portrait for a long time.

“Y-Yes?” you asked trying to get a hold of yourself.

He smiled a little and pointed the door right beside him in a polite way. You pursed your lips and sighed heavily before you walked towards him.

He opened the door and lets you inside first. Your eyes roamed around the room right away, this was the first time you were here. The room looks clean. It also have this big clear glass window where you can see the view outside. It was relaxing you may say.

“What do you want to drink? Coffee, tea?”

“Tea please.” you said and he nodded his head before asking one of the helpers outside to go get you a tea.

In the middle of the room was two single sofas. It was facing each other, just like when someone’s in consultation with a psychiatrist. You’ve heard he’s a professional psychiatrist before he was hired as Jungwon’s assistant.

“Have a sit, Ms. y/n.” he said and even motioned you the chair. You silently obliged and sat down.

“Do you want the curtains to be opened or closed?” he asked you as he stand by the big glass window. Your eyes trailed over it.

“Keep it open, please. I don’t want the room to get dark.” you said revealing one of the things you hate.

Injang nodded his head before he sat down at the single sofa in front of you. Later on, the helper arrive with your teas and leaved right away to give you two privacy.

You sipped over your tea as Injang hold a folder and writes on it. He already given you a heads up on it and asked for your consent. You said yes and just trusted this to him. He’s a professional after all, if someone knows better here, its him.

“Let’s start, shall we?” he asked. You slowly put down your tea and nodded your head at him.

He pursed his lips, “Start by telling me your name and any basic information about you.”

You bit your lower lip as you nodded your head slowly. You felt a bit nervous, this might be the very first time you’ll introduce yourself in a situation like this.

“I’m y/n and I’m 16 years old.” he tilted his head and writes as you talk.

“Y/n? Do you have any last names?”

“No. I grew up as an orphan and so I didn’t know if I have any last name.” you explained. For some reason, you can feel yourself relaxing.

Injang nodded, “Okay. Uhm, the orphanage. Do you remember anything from it? Like the kids you grew up with? The people who took care of you. How are you as a kid?” he asked.

You pursed your lips as your eyes slowly trailed over the big glass window. Now that Injang had asked about it, the remaining memories you have in that orphanage slowly flushed through your mind.

“I remember the people in that orphanage to be so kind and caring. The kids I grew up with were full of life and hope even though we didn’t know our parents.” you started and a small smile appeared across your face.

Reminiscing about it kind of makes you tear up. A lot of what ifs occured your mind. If you didn’t get abducted from that orphanage, do you have a better life now? Did you get adopted already? You have no idea, but one things for sure. You won’t experience what you had experienced at tha Cha family if you didn’t leave that orphanage.

“How are you as a kid, Ms. y/n?”

Your eyes darted over Injang before it glances away. You chuckled remembering the old times.

“Stubborn.” you said and chuckled again.

“I remember the people from the orphanage having a hard time taming me. I was naturally brave and curious over a lot of things. I often get into troubles but the lady in charge never gave up on me. She often say that its okay.” you said and unconsciously, a tear left one of your eye.

“May I ask how you ended up under the family of Cha?”

Your eyes darted over Injang once again and the small smile over your lips disappears after hearing about them. Your eyes faltered at the memories you just experienced at that house.

“I d-don’t remember a lot from that night but I remember that it was raining so hard.” you said, trying hard to remember the night when your life had changed.

You tried catching breath when slowly, you felt yourself having a hard time breathing.

“I remember being woken up by one of the personels and tried to quiet us down. They lead us over this basement before I heard gunshots. It was t-terrifying. The gunshots being mixed by thunders.” you said, tears streaming down your face.

“All of us were crying that night. I don’t know for how long does the gunshots lasted but the next thing I know, a men of five entered the basements and started picking some of the childrens. I was one of them.” you said and you breathed out as you shut your eyes, trying to calm yourself.

You heard some sounds and when you opened your eyes again, you saw Injang putting a glass of water at the table in front of you. He also handed you some tissues.

“I’m sorry b-but I don’t think I can continue anymore.” you said as you gently caress your throat because you feel a little suffocated suddenly.

Injang’s expression looked so worried of you and with a quick movement he stood up to get you a glass of water. As he placed it over the table in front of you, you gently pulled some tissues from the tissue box laying comfortably there. You wiped off some of your tears as your eyes darted over the glass he placed moments after.

“Do you feel fine?” Injang was very worried the moment he saw your scared expressions. He knew right away that you had suffered so much with the Cha.

You took a sip over the water he handed you and eyed him after, with a small smile you slowly nodded your head at him to assure you’re alright.

“Yes, maybe I just need to rest at my room.” you said in a tired voice. You haven’t done anything, you’re not even talking to Injang for more than 2 hours but then trying to relive those memories just drained all of you.

Injang took a breath before he nodded his head. He walked over the table by the corner of the room and clicked something your eyes couldn’t see from where you’re sitting. Your eyes dropped over your hands that were fidgeting at your lap. You watch how it shakes a little out of fear.

“Come in.” he shortly ordered and within a second, two of the body guards that you assume were outside of the room entered the room.

“Escort Ms. Y/n back to her room.” he ordered and both of them nodded their heads before they eyed you.

They wait as you move by your own, doesn’t want to force you or anything. Spending days here in this mansion made you quite used to being accompanied by body guards. At first it made you wonder why they have to follow you all the time when you’re just inside this house. But then you realized maybe the boss are afraid of you running away.

You glanced over Injang, then you bowed a little before exiting the room. The two men lets you out before they walked silently behind you. By the stairs, as you strive the long and elegant stair to go upstairs to your room, your heart sank recalling the night the Cha family took you. Its just the most horrible night of your life. It took a lot from you, not just your freedom, but also the people in that orphanage that you treated as your own family.

Jungwon sighed heavily as he strive over the long hallway of the company. He's on his way to meet his hyung for another business meeting but he already feel so tired. He just finished discussing some matters and issues from some transactions that he needs to solve so he felt so drained. Instantly, the thought of you entered his mind and so he couldn’t help but to feel his heart raced.

He heard the elevator tings signaling them that they had arrived at their designated floor. Jungwon walked out together with some of his men that accompanying him. Even before he can reach the door of the meeting hall, he felt his phone vibrates inside his tuxedo.

His steps halted as his brows furrowed hardly.

“What?” he said after he answered Injang’s call. He walked away from his men who stopped their tracks as well and just stood their by the door. Jungwon stood beside the big glass window where he can see the busy street and people below them.

His face was emotionless but deep inside he’s worried, nervous and bothered. Its rare that Injang’s the one who calls while watching over you. Oftentimes, its him who calls to check on you and so having him calling him made him think that something bad might have happened.

“Boss,”

“What Injang?”

“Ms. Y/n finally talked to me.” Jungwon was silent after what he just heard from him.

It was way far from what he was expecting. Its a lot better. He gulped, hearts beating so fast out of excitement after what he just heard.

“Really? How was it? Did you found out something new? Is she okay?”

“I must say it wasn’t that easy for her. All she managed to say was her name and how she is back then at the orphanage.” it may not sound much for other people but for Jungwon, its beyond okay. To actually have you opening up to him is a lot steps for the both of you.

Jungwon sighs trying to calm himself down and to refrain himself to ditch this meeting to go home and meet you. He knew he still needs to give you time. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you and pressure you with all of this.

“After talking about the night of her abduction, she said she couldn’t continue anymore.” Injang informed that made Jungwon’s heart stopped for a moment.

Worry dawned upon him.

“Is she okay? Where is she?” A lot of questions plays through his mind but he only managed to mutter two.

“She’s fine. She’s back at her room now and I made sure she’s safe.”

Jungwon lets out a relieved sigh. Now that you are slowly opening up, he doesn’t want to mess anything and make you even more comfortable around them, around him. Afterall, you are bound to live with him from now on.

“Alright, don’t force her to talk again today. Give whatever she asks for. I’ll be home soon.” he said before ending the call.

Jungwon pursed his lips as he put his phone back inside his pocket. His eyes were absentmindedly staring over the skies in front of him. Mixed of emotions took over him as his thoughts of you occupied his mind.

He knew that this is a big step for the two of you already and that this things really need time. What he needs to do is to be very patient with you. After what you've gone through the Cha’s he doesn’t expect you to trust people easily.

After heaving a sigh, he turned around and walked over the meeting hall and went inside. His friends were already inside and their attention was at him the moment he came inside.

“Fina-fucking-ly! Where have you been?” Jay asked the younger as he watch him sat down over one swivel chair.

Jungwon sighed and gave them short glances before opening the folder in front of him. “I’m sorry for being late, had to take Injang’s call.” he said.

Sunghoon’s smirk was wide and shows he knew very well what the call was about. No, actually, the six of them already knew about it. They just know how crazy Jungwon is over you and that he probably called Injang again to check on you.

“Dude, come on? Your mansion is heavily secured. Do you really think someone will actually dare invade Yang Jungwon’s property?” Jake said while showing him a playful smirk.

Jungwon smirked as well, “Injang’s the one who called this time and not me.”

Heeseung showed an amused expression before he smirked as well, leaning over the table to hear more of this interesting news.

“Well that’s new... why did he called?” He asked as he watch how a small excitement flickered over the younger’s eyes.

Jungwon’s eyes moved from the folder then to them, and still with his smirk he said, “Y/n’s slowly opening up.”

Jungwon may showed less expressions of emotions but for them, its more than that. The way he smirks, the way the corner of his lips lifted up means something. Then and there, his friends figured out how much you truly means for the young mafia.

“That’s good news, then?” Sunoo said, he can’t help but feel excited for his friend as well.

Jungwon bit his lower lip to prevent it from forming a bigger smile as he nods his head over to his hyung.

“Good? Don’t you think she's supposed to be opening up to you days ago? What’s taking her so long? It’s not like she have other choice.” Sunghoon can’t help but to butt in.

When he heard about Jungwon taking and keeping you, he expected him taming you days after but to actually have him wait for you for over a week somehow surprised him. He never saw his friend like this before.

Heeseung scoffed and tapped his shoulder, “Don’t make Jungwon like you, Sunghoon. If you’re used to solving this through rough way, don’t assume he would too.” he said that made some of their friends laugh.

Out of all of them, Sunghoon’s one of the most impatient one. If he wants this, he shall have it. If he wants it, he would do anything to make it his. He would move mountains, use all his resources just so he could have what he desires. He’s very passionate.

Sunghoon clicked his tongue and shake his head from side to side as his friends started teasing him about this girl he’s finding. He kind of regrets talking now as the topic quickly diverted over him.

Jungwon was smirking as he watch his friends bickering.

“How was it, by the way?” his head turned over his Jay hyung as he threw him yet another question.

“Huh? What do you mean?” he asked.

Jay pursed his lips, a bit curious. “Finally having her under your roof.”

“I can’t even explain what to feel. She makes me feel thousand of emotions and some of them are plainly unfamiliar.” he said, causing the older one’s smirk to grew wider.

“Maybe Sunghoon’s right? Don’t you think you’re treating her too softly?” their mafia’s. All of them grew up without softness over them.

Jungwon sighed and clicked his tongue as he watch his hand fidgets.

“I’m afraid I would lose her, hyung. I’m afraid that even before I could find connection with her, I’ll lose the chance and she’ll just shut down.” he said, Jay couldn’t fully understand.

As someone who never had any serious relationships or even genuinely liked a girl, he couldn’t comprehend what he was saying. All he thinks about is you are someone who plays a very important role on Jungwon’s life at the moment.

“She’ve been through a lot. The last thing I want to make her feel is fear. If anything, I want her to find comfort through me.” he said in a serious tone.

“You’re really being patient over her, huh?” Jungwon’s eyes then moved towards his Jay hyung who’s eyeing him with this amused look over his face.

“You know I’m a very patient person, hyung.”

Jay chuckled, “Not as patient as you are to her, Jungwon.”

The other's can’t help but to agree. Jay was right. Jungwon may be a strict and someone who knew how to wait properly but he’s still young. He somehow lose patience as well but with you, seems like he have an eternal source of patience.

Jungwon smirked over to himself, your pretty face flashing over his mind, “Anything for her.” he mumbled so faint that his friends even fail to hear properly.

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Get to Know My OC [tag game]

nobody tagged me. i tagged myself! bcs i'm procrastinating on drafting ipap lol!!

Transcript of Interview with Huang Xiodan a.k.a. Darren Huang.

Interviewer: Good morning, Mr. Huang. Have a seat, please.

Darren: Right here?

Interviewer: Yes. Or anywhere that's most comfortable for you.

Darren: Right. [chair scraping] Thank you. You can just call me Darren, by the way.

Interviewer: Sure, if that's your preference. Darren, I'll be asking you a few questions today. Feel free to answer them however you like.

(Darren is visibly uncomfortable. He wrings his hands together.)

Darren: Is this being recorded? For a... magazine or an article or something? If so, then sorry, I'm not interested.

Interviewer: Yes, this interview is being recorded. However, rest assured what you say in this room is strictly confidential. It will neither be published nor distributed.

(Darren appears somewhat comforted, though he still seems wary.)

Interviewer: First question.

(From this point onward, unless otherwise indicated, assume all words spoken besides the questions themselves are the words of Huang Xiaodan.)

Are you named after anyone?

Not that I'm aware.

2. When was the last time you cried?

[laughs nervously] Not holding back, huh? Uh, I don't know? Maybe... (He purses his lips.) Uh, yeah. I don't know.

3. Do you have kids?

Are you saying I look old enough to have kids to you? [laughs] I'm joking. But no, no kids. They're cute, but not interested in them. (He stares at his hands.) At least, not right now. Wait, you promise this isn't for some magazine or anything, right? Disregard my previous statement if it is.

(He calms down once I reassure him his statements will indeed remain confidential.)

Right, sorry. It's just been a while since I've done something like this.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Sometimes. (He looks to the distance, smiling fondly.) Not as much as Naia, though. Have you interviewed her? Holy shit, I'd love to know what she said. Huh? I can't? Oh, right. Confidentiality. (He flashes a smile and cocks his head.) Not even a little? No? Aw, man.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Whether they're smiling. I think you can tell a lot about someone by seeing whether they're smiling the first time they meet you. Helps me tell whether they might already like me or not. It's why Zeke gave me all the wrong vibes first time I saw him.

6. What's your eye colour?

Just basic brown. I think they're nice, though. But if I could have any other eye colour it'd be gold. Ooh, or I'd want to have heterochromia and have one eye be gold and the other brown. That'd be cool.

7. Scary movie or happy endings?

Happy endings. [pauses] Definitely happy endings. (He smiles. It is somewhat rigid.) But I've watched my fair share of scary movies because of Naia. Not my cup of tea. Let's just leave it at that.

8. Any special talents?

There's not much I can't do, you know? [laughs] That sounds like such a brag. But I am. Bragging. I can paint, waltz, sing, act, sculpt, write some impeccable Chinese calligraphy—and that's not even mentioning the instruments I can play. Piano, violin, cello, harp, flute. You name it, I can probably play it. Oh, but wanna know my coolest talent? I'm Candy Cupid. (He grins.) What's that? Oh, I'm so glad you asked. Basically, I can match people with their favourite candy. I just know. Every person has their own candy soulmate. It's like—

(He speaks at length of his Candy Cupid talent. The rest of the transcript has been cut for brevity's sake.)

9. Where were you born?

Shanghai. Beautiful place, you know? Even after moving, I went back there a lot as a kid. Wouldn't go again.

10. What are your hobbies?

I uh... [laughs sheepishly] I like knitting. You swear nobody's gonna publish this, right?

11. Have you any pets?

Nah. I'm not home a lot. Would be really mean for me to have a pet. But I'd love to have a polar bear. Have you seen them wet? They look so pathetic. It's hilarious. Don't tell Naia I called them that, though.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I mean... you wanna hear me start bragging again? [laughs] I was trained to play any sport there is. Again, you name it, I can play it. I'm a monster at tennis, though. Dominate the court.

13. How tall are you?

Six foot one. And I swear I'm not lying!

14. Favourite subject in school?

Chemistry, no contest. Think that's pretty obvious given I literally teach it for a living. But yeah, I loved it. Still do.

15. Dream job?

Having my own app where I match people with their favourite candies. Like Tinder, you know? [laughs] No, but on a more serious note, I really enjoy being a chemistry teacher. Wouldn't want any other job. Plus, I get to bother Naia all day. So, I love my job. Which is crazy to say aloud, because who loves their job?

Interviewer: Alright, thank you—

Darren: Oh, that's it?

(He appears disappointed.)

Interviewer: Yes, that's all the questions I have for you today, Darren. Thank you for your time.

Darren: Right. Of course. No problem. It was a pleasure. (He extends his hand.)

Interviewer: Likewise.

(I shake his hand. Darren stands from his chair, pushes it back in. At the door, he bows his head slightly and smiles. He leaves the room.)

[something--wicked]

I.am.tired. "can we all agree that billy is a villain and" or "can we all let him be a villain" No. We cannot ALL AGREE. Why WHY are people so obsessed with their viewpoint being the one and only true one of a planet over 7 bilion people? You want to see Billy as villain? Go ahead, the fuck do I care. But why have the arrogance of wanting everyone to agree with this? It is SO annoying I don't know how to deal with this anymore... Sorry for coming to you with this but you and several other blogs I follow are my heroes for having the energy and courage to call certain people out on their bullshit with class and facts while I can't and instead hide behind anonymity... Thank you. <3

hi anon im sorry im just now seeing this message!! but yes i agree and thank you for the kind words. i welcome you and anyone else to come to me with anything if you wanna chat or if you just want to rant its totally fine!! my response under the cut bc i went on a bit of a rant myself lol

I agree that it is extremely annoying and exhausting (which is why i dont really get involved, instead i just say things in the tags and reblog things others have said) because honestly i dont have the time or energy to constantly fight a losing battle against strangers on the internet who dont know me or my life. Honestly you shouldn't give me much credit because i dont fight nearly as much as others in this fandom do, i sort of just mind my business most of the time lol. I commend the ones who do actively engage with antis and try to have discussions with them! If i were better with words and had more time id be right there with them. Honestly, the reason its so bad right now is because st is so popular in the mainstream rn. Once the hype dies down, itll get better, and once the show ends itll get wayyy better. (honestly thats why im glad my favorite shows are older/lesser known. Like, no one is getting this worked up about fringe lol)

When it comes to antis, unfortunately, people have always been obsessed with their viewpoint being the correct one. Since our species gained sentience the thing weve used it for the most is to fight with other humans over who is right and who is wrong. religion, politics, wars are fought in the name of one viewpoint being right and better than the others. Not to compare fandom drama to literal war and historical events, but you see my point. Its just the way people are. People can be kind and arrogant and nice and nasty. We all have the capacity and the right to get upset when our views are challenged, but what matters is how we respond. I literally used to be a billy anti, (i was 17 and still living with my abusers, had a really fucked up worldview) i wasnt rabid about it and didnt really talk about it but i agreed with people when they said he was racist and a bad person and didnt think twice about his character. (honestly forgot he existed until recently.) but eventually, i grew up, i got out, and i got help. I didnt even like billy until less than a year ago. im 23 now, and im a very different person than i was when i was 17. I went back into the st fandom spaces when st4 came out and somehow ended up in the billy corner, and i listened to what they had to say. And i realized that i was wrong, and changed my opinion. I started to see what i couldnt before. I even talked to my therapist about it (and even her, my 72 year old fan of stranger things therapist, agreed that billy is the most complex and interesting character) and using him and his story, I was finally, after almost 6 years of being free from my abusers, was able to talk to her about what I went through and start processing my trauma. I realized how similar lives me and billy lived. I realized that i wished someone would have helped him the way my loved ones helped me. I wish all antis had the capacity to have calm back and forth discussions about the media that they claim to be fans of, but not everyone is capable of that. This is the internet. Most people here are incapable of that. All media is meant to be discussed and interpreted and debated. Its an art form meant to make you think, not something to base your moral compass and worldviews on. Despite that, Billy’s story is something that many real people go through, and insisting that someone who relates to his abuse and wants to explore it in a fandom space (art, fic, etc) is an evil person just because you personally don’t like his character is just straight up disgusting.

So for the ones who just want to ask questions and discuss things, thats fine. Most of us are happy to talk. For the ones who just want to troll, invade our space, say inflammatory things and hurt people just because we have differing opinions on a fictional character? The best thing to do is just block them and move on. Because they dont want their minds changed, they just want to cause drama for the sake of drama because their own lives are so sad and empty that they need a strangers vitriol to fill the attention void. They're just schoolyard bullies, desperate for a reacton. And i deal with them the same way i dealt with bullies in my school days: id stare blankly at them until they got bored or uncomfortable and left me alone. Because all they're looking for is a reaction, and i refused to give them one. I deal with anon hate the same way. Before i started posting about billy, i got anon hate maybe once or twice in the twelve years ive been here. Now, i get it at least once a week. And im not even a dedicated billy hargrove blog. I just post whatever catches my eye at that moment, so i cant even imagine what its like for the people in the fandom who are completely dedicated to billy. But my followers have never and will never see the anon hate i get, and the senders will never see my response to it. Because you know what i do with anon hate? I delete it. I delete it and forget it ever existed. Eventually, when they see that im not responding, they give up and stop. Its slowed down considerably, so i guess theyre getting tired lol. Non-reaction is a totally valid way of handling harassment, and the most successful one, in my experience. I dont need to fight to prove to strangers behind a screen that im not a racist or an abuser or evil just because they say that i am for liking a fictional character. I know im not racist, and i know im not an abuser, and i know im not evil. Im a regular person who does their best to be kind and respectful to everyone and be better every day. Im a regular person who goes to work, hangs out with friends, takes care of family, looks at silly little memes on the internet, minds my business, and lives my life.

Dont ever feel bad for not engaging in discourse. Whether its because its taxing to your mental health or you dont have the energy or because you just dont want to, youre not obligated to do anything. You arent losing points by sitting back on the sidelines and letting others fight. Its social media, not a life or death warzone. If all you wanna do is reblog some posts and chill then more power to you. Thats what i do for the most part. I very rarely ever get involved in anything, cuz im content to sit over here in my corner and reblog things, and not let things people say on the internet affect me in real life because none of it matters. Just because antis forget that life outside of internet fandom exists doesnt mean we have to as well.

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Alliance Commander Ask

tagged by @callavia​(thank you!), just gonna open tag if anyone wants to do it :)

1) Who’s your Alliance Commander? What class are they? Alignment? Random other facts you wanna share?

Tiiiiime for canon #2, aka my beautiful avocado girl Vica Nerai. Fully LS Consular Shadow(added Sage when she got a second class). Loves Theron, Crete the Manka cat, and hot chocolate.

2) What’s a reason or two you like that this character is your Commander?

She has the patience of a saint and is nearly impossible to rile, makes her an extremely good diplomat and calming presence for an Alliance full of former enemies. 

3) What’s a reason or two you don’t like about them being Commander?

She feels obligated to solve all the galaxy’s problems (even without being asked) and has trouble taking a break and letting other people Save the Day™ so she doesn’t burn out.

4) Why did this character of all your OCs become Commander?

Equal parts bc she romanced Theron so I had to take her through SoR etc and bc I think she makes a damn good Commander.

5) Who did they side with? Did they stay loyal or go saboteur? Or maybe you headcanon they defect properly?

Republic all the way, baby. 😎 She did keep the Alliance independent; she’s too happy with/proud of what she’s built, and she doesn’t like how (relatively) easy it was for the Republic to fall under the sway of a de facto dictator(Saresh). Just bc Rans seems friendly and down to earth and all that doesn’t mean that danger is gone.

6) Are there any NPC’s from the class stories you’d like to see/HC join the Alliance? Ex: Master Timmns, Ardun Kothe, Watcher One, etc.

Aside from the ones I mentioned for Tel, Attros Finn, Chance, Crysta’s daughter(CANNOT remember her name to save my life rn), Beryl Thorne, Agent Galen, a couple of the Masters from Consular Act 1(maybe Tykan and Sidonie?), Master O’a.

7) How’s your OC feeling about the current Malgus situation?

She’s genuinely hoping it’s done, he’s beaten and not going to be a problem anymore. But they thought that after he was defeated(and supposedly killed) over Ilum*, and she’s all too familiar with the penchant powerful Sith have for coming back. There’s a small part of her, a part of her that’s very tired but still too Jedi to kill a “defenseless” prisoner that hopes if he tries anything again in the future he fights to the death. 

*she did not handle the Ilum arc, so she heard Malgus was dead but wasn’t present to see it

8) Are any of your other OC’s part of the Alliance? If yes, what do they do for the Alliance? Do they get along with your Commander?

Yep. Her canon also has Briyoni(Trooper, the one to handle Ilum), who is her younger sister, for sure and tentatively: Eliyis(Inquisitor), Khii Mera(Smuggler), Deira,(also smuggler) and Qhora(Knight)  

9) How does your OC feel about Odessen? 

She loves it. With the strength of her connection to the Force, she’s very in tune with the balanced state of the planet and it gives her a sense of peace aside from that one valley that was the stuff of nightmares. She also thinks it’s a beautiful place, very scenic, and enjoys being tucked away from the rest of the galaxy.

10) How does your Commander feel about being the Commander?

It’s exhausting but she thrives on being able to help, to do things to make the galaxy better, so she loves it. Even if she is constantly tired and it has brought almost as much strife as joy. She’s a workaholic who doesn’t realize she’s a workaholic half the time bc she’s wrapped in the guise of people need me. 

11) Favorite place in the Alliance base?

Her quarters, snuggled up on the couch with a hot drink, her Spy Husband, and a datapad she’ll more than likely fall asleep reading.

12) Favorite mission in KotFE?

I’m always going to love Disavowed more than anything, but Vica, as would be expected, loves ch 9 bc not only does she get reunited with Theron and officially start a relationship with him, it’s more heavily centered on the talking/personality/diplomacy things that are right up her wheelhouse. She can fight, she’s a badass(Kinetic Combat FTW), but she is a diplomat at heart, so stuff like interpersonal relationships is where she’s happiest.

13) Favorite mission in KotET?

Ch 4/5 bc it’s exploring a whole new world(even if that world is trying to kill her and all her friends, it’s still fascinating), with technology and such that they’ve never seen before.

14) Least favorite mission in either? Why?

Toss up between ch 12 and 15 in KotFE for her and ch 7 in KotET. She really hates Valkorion’s little “You’re not listening to me :(” getaway, but that Eternal Fleet ship was just awful (aside from getting to see Tai again, that’s was pretty neat). And again, with how strong she’s tied to the Force, Nathema was oppressive for her. It felt like a combination of being on the verge of throwing up and that dullness to your senses of recovering from a flashbang.

15) Is your Commander successful because they’re skilled? Or are they perhaps just really lucky?

In her case, honestly, I say as a biased parent talking about a favorite child, I’m pretty sure it’s all skill.

16) From our OC’s point of view, SoR -> KotET wasn’t a fun experience, did they develop any fears as a result?

People thinking she doesn’t have the galaxy’s best interests at heart. She spends years bending over backwards to help everyone she can however she can, so the whole thing in the Fractured Alliances arc with there being people who actually think she doesn’t care is awful and makes her worry there are others who feel the same way, that can’t have been all of them on Nathema.

17) AU time! If your Commander wasn’t Commander, which of your other OCs would have likely taken their place?

Assuming all the tentative characters stay in her canon, probably Qhora. Maybe Eliyis. I have some headcanon things for Bry where I need her to not be the Outlander for them to work.

18) Who’s someone your Commander hopes they never have to deal with again?

Aside from Valkorion? Kaliyo, Novo, Terrak Morhage, SCORPIO, Saresh, Atrius (the joys of being 100% LS; she didn’t kill anyone she was given the option to, no matter how awful they are, so she has a longer list of “never wanna deal with them again” than some)

19) Does your Commander hold on to/still use any titles they earned before KotET?

Oh, she still holds onto Barsen’thor. That one’s very tied to her identity as a Jedi and a defender of the good in the galaxy. She views it differently now; as an achievement and honor rather than a duty, but it’s still important.

20) Share something, anything at all, you want about your Commander that you’ve not really gotten the chance to share before but really want to.

She out of all my Theronmancers panicked the most at the end of Nathema Conspiracy bc she’s the only one with Z E R O healing abilities. Jaaide’s an Operative, Sha’reii’s a Sorc, Khii’s a Scoundrel. Vica’s a Shadow, she’s a tank, a defender, not a healer. (Or, well, wasn’t. Why do you think she wanted Sage for her second combat style?) So she, who has buried her identity and worth in her ability to help, was helpless in the face of losing the man she loved, and it was not fun.

She plays the vioflute and would say she’s a tad rusty right now, but she’s still good.

[thesnakeslibrary]

Did...Did you just kiss me?

Pairing: Jackal Nish/Dan Grit Original work Tags: Fluff, First Kiss, MLM

Jackal released a startled yelp as Dan ran in front of him and stopped, buzzing from excitement. “Wanna go to Jordan’s house?” Jackal placed a hand on his chest, still shaken up. “Jesus, mate, can you gimme a second?” Dan chuckled softly and took a step closer. “Sorry, J.” He placed a cold hand on Jackal’s chest, the sudden blush on said man’s face going unnoticed. “Damn, your hearts beatin’ fast.” He removed his hand and looked at Jackal’s face. “Anyway, do ya wanna go to Jordan’s house? Laura and Tom are already there.” Jackal let out a sigh and considered the offer. Jackal was never a people person; he doesn’t even know how he became friends with such an energetic and extroverted person as Dan. But here we are, and Jackal is dealing.

He didn’t want to go out of his way to talk to people, even if they were his friends, but he did want to spend time with Dan, and he was obviously tremendously excited to go to Jordan’s house. “Fine, I’ll go.” Dan hit the air with a fist bump and jumped a bit. “Yes! C’mon, let’s go!” He grasped his friend’s hand and began practically dragging Jackal to their friend’s house. Jackal was annoyed but still couldn’t help but smile at Dan’s excitement. That was something Jackal liked about Dan. How he was able to make Jackal happy by being happy. It’s calmed him down many times before, and no doubt will continue to do so.

“Slow down a bit, Dan!” Dan laughed and muttered a few “fines,” skidding to a halt but not letting go of Jackal’s hand. Jackal decided not to take note of it; it meant nothing, and Dan was probably just ready to keep towing him along. “Want me to carry you instead?” And that broke him. Jackal blue screened at the question. Dan carrying him? Being that close? That was too much for his head-over-heels heart to handle. Dan tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, yeah, fine, totally fine. Um, yeah, yeah, uh, you can carry me.” Dan slowly smiled at the growing blush on Jackal’s face, half from the offer of being carried and also because of embarrassment.

“Great.” Dan let go of Jackal’s hand and placed his own on the back of Jackal’s knees, hoisting him up as if he weighed nothing. “Holy fuck, you’re strong.” Jackal didn’t necessarily mean to say that out loud, but he instantly regretted it when he did. Dan let out a snicker as he began strolling over to Jordan’s house. “No, you’re very light. Dunno how you pack so much cuteness into such a small body.” Jackal would have lost it at that, but Dan only made it worse by winking at him. Jackal didn’t trust himself to say anything and merely decided the best move was to conceal his face in Dan’s shoulder, which only caused Dan to laugh.

Dan wasn’t laughing at Jackal; he simply found what he was doing quite cute. Dan was never afraid to display his affection for Jackal. It was consistent in mostly platonic ways, but it still drove Jackal insane. Jackal didn’t realize how much he was in love with Dan until a few weeks ago. Jackal decided Dan would be the one to get flustered this time and lifted his head to look him in the eyes. “You’re quite handsome yourself.” He gave a proud smirk once he was finished talking.

Dan returned the smirk and stopped walking. “Are you tryna make this a competition?” “Maybe.” “Then challenge accepted.” Once Dan had finished talking, he tilted his head up and placed a quick smooch on Jackal’s forehead. It took Jackal a few moments to fully process what had just happened. “Did… Did you just kiss me?” “No,” Dan said casually before bridging the gap between the two and kissing Jackal on the lips. He stayed there for a few moments before pulling away and smiling at Jackal’s flustered expression. “Now I kissed you.”

After several breathless seconds of Jackal staring forward, a deep crimson spread across his face. Dan chuckled and knocked his head against Jackals. “Hello? Anyone home?” Jackal could barely squeak out a sarcastic but still serious ‘no.’ Dan laughed more at that and continued walking. “Do you want me to do it again?” Jackal regained his thoughts for a moment to consider that question before nodding his head very slightly. Dan gladly obliged and stopped walking once more. This time he shifted Jackal in his arms slightly to carry him with one arm, placing a hand on the back of his head and pulling him in for a kiss.

Jackal had more time to process this kiss. And oh my god, was he happy. He was kissing his crush! A crush he’s had for years! Once Dan pulled away, Jackal had a significantly wide and dopey smile on his face. Dan couldn’t help but smile back and press another, yet quicker, kiss to his friend’s lips. Dan decided to set Jackal down on the asphalt, placing a gentle hand on his cheek afterward. He let out a slight sigh and looked at Jackal with absolute love and adoration in his eyes. “You’re so handsome...” If the Jackal’s face could have been any redder, it would have been. He can confidently say this is the happiest day of his entire life.

“I love you.” Once again, Jackal declared something he didn’t mean to. He very quickly felt anxiety brewing in his stomach and his hands getting clammy. “Shit, I’m sorry. Forget I said anything.” He backed away from Dan, opening and clenching his fists, needing to calm his mind. “Hey, no, it’s okay.” Dan gently took Jackal’s hands in his own and kissed both, smiling gently at Jackal the whole time. “I love you too; I have for a while.” Dan’s smile quickly faded, though, at the tears that began flowing down Jackal’s rosy cheeks. “J? Are you okay?” His hand returned to Jackal’s cheek and wiped away the staining tears.

Jackal swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, grinning at Dan. “I’m just happy.” “Good, good… May I kiss you again?” Jackal chuckled softly and nodded, pushing himself on his tippy toes to reach Dan’s lips. Jackal’s still-falling tears landed on Dan’s cheek, but they didn’t mind. The sole thing on Dan’s mind was Jackal.

“Boyfriends?” Dan asked, and Jackal responded. “Boyfriends.” “Yes!” Dan giggled and bent down to hug Jackal and pick him up, swinging him around. Jackal only laughed along with him and winded his arms around Dan’s waist. Dan eventually set his newly established boyfriend down and gripped his hand, interlocking their fingers together. “We should get going. They’re probably waiting for us.” Jackal nodded as they both finally resumed their walk to Jordan’s house.

[thedarklinglovearchived]

Can we get insight on Eclipse. About Shadow. Or anything

Thatsssss a broad question, not gonna lie. BUT I STILL LOVE IT.

Funnily enough, i was just listening to a song that screams Eclipse to me. Especially about Shadow!

The War We Made by Red! is one of my fave songs and screams Eclipse. To me, it's Eclipse during the event of The New Comet but also the events AFTER. I will break some bits down to better explain.

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"Hear a voice when the light is gone Never know whose side it's on."

-To me, this eludes to when Shadow first arrived on the New Comet with Team Dark. Eclipse was hoping his brother would help him, but was shocked when he chose Earth over their people.

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"Am I alone? Am I alright? Am I insane? Am I alive?"

-I feel like after Eclipse crash landed, these are the questions he asked himself. Because he has no clue what happened because it happened all so fast. And a wave of emotions came over him.

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"All I thought I wanted All I thought I needed."

-Ever since he was small, Eclipse dreamed of meeting Shadow. Finally, someone like him. Someone that got it. Someone that wouldn't hurt him....Until he realized that's not what happened. That's the "want" part. The "need" part is not even his own feelings. It's things Doom (and later on Death) forced into his head...

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"No more lies, no more pain You can't fight the war we made."

-This is Eclipse at his rawest, unfiltered. The rage he had felt. And promptly decided Shadow needed to suffer and pay. Just like he did. While no one told him that Shadow was deep down good, Eclipse chose to believe it. He didn't wanna believe that Shadow was the enemy. But he saw that he was.

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"You lie awake Under the weight of the fear"

-Eclipse was so damn scared. Despite being a bio weapon, first and foremost. ECLIPSE IS STILL JUST A KID. A kid that was COMPLETELY alone. From the very start. Shadow even at least one point had Maria. She was there from the start. Who did Eclipse have? No one. The BA weren't exactly family and loving. Eclipse was already feeling different because he's the only one with freewill.

He had freewill and yet. Never allowed to use it. It's one thing to never had freewill but be unaware of that. (Every BA ever). But it's so so so different to KNOW you have freewill. Your own thoughts.

And be punished and never allowed to have it. Unless it was for the Colony. Eclipse was HEAVILY abused and tortured by Black Doom. Black Death stood quietly.

Eclipse. Has never been protected. Not one person protected him.

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Those are the lyrics that stuck out to me. And it's so hard for Eclipse to let this stuff out, cause he doesn't know HOW. So him randomly going off about it, is NOT throwing it in your face. Or blaming you.

It's him TRYING to let it out. And sadly, it often happens during heated convos. Cause he doesn't KNOW when else to voice it.

He was never created for comfort or reassurance. He was created to kill. He was never taught that you should take the time and sit down with the other person under a calm environment. Cause of course Black Doom wasn't going to teach his weapon about that.

And it's not like he's gonna trust just ANYONE with this information. So therapy is not gonna be a thing. Even if it's often under a heated convo, if he IS telling you this. It means he trusts you.

One last thing. When Eclipse was trying to get Shadow on their side? And all the times he's asked Shadow?

What no one will EVER know.

It was his cry for help to Shadow. Begging him to help him in someway. He's scared.

Cause he knows he's a lamb raised for slaughter.

//tagging my Shadow mutuals for reasons. Because the dynamic between Eclipse and Shadow amazes me.

@ultimatelife @somewhereinchaos @onestepfcrward @resolutewarrior

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Superheroes with Secrets: Mutual Torture, Mutual Love [Part 4] (Fic Part 159. Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places. Please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts.

Tags: @tantamount-treason @piratewithvigor

Reference Posts: 'Giantess'/'Blacklight Bandit' Kirby Roussimoff x Shane 'Hurricane' Helms (Circa 2001)

"That's a bridge we cross when we come to it, knowing that in the end, it's not their life." She shrugs.

"Yeah, but you actually have a good relationship with your folks, don't you… last time we talked about our parents you said you had a great relationship with them."

"And I do. That's how I know I won't be disowned if they don't approve of our choices. Same with Jeff. Ma is a sweetheart and I think she loves me for making him a little less crazy."

"Yeah, the less said about Shane's parents or my lack of parents the better… Hey, Dee, what do you think of this?"

"I think it's pretty much perfect."

"Gonna get two more and then pay, we better get some food soon, the baby's demands must be met." Kirby half-jokes.

"Absolutely. I'll help you with the eating for two." She grins.

"Dee, imagine it, Shane and his 'little demon'." Kirby chuckles.

"Well, of course, if they're your baby." She teases.

"Right one more… one more… perfect."

"Perfect. Even better now that you've got more ink planned."

"Yeah, for after I have the kid, ain't risking pain while pregnant."

"That's a good call. I'm satisfied for now anyway. Blondie enlisted me." She grins.

"Yeah, you started with your hands first though, Dee." Kirby jokes.

"Maybe so. But Shannon hired me to do a full sleeve for him. And some on the neck."

"If you want a fun experience, whisper 'little slut' in his ear when he's asleep."

"What happens when you do that?"

"He twitches, and makes this little sex moan in his sleep, it's very funny to me."

"Totally gonna try."

"Would you like a nsfw fact about the blondie whilst I pay for these?"

"Sure."

"His dick is like a coke can." Kirby whispers as she pays for the baby clothes.

Her eyes get wide, "you're kidding."

"Nope, it's like a fuckin, coke can, short but thick, and if I'm being totally honest, waking up with Shane in my pussy and Shannon in my ass, not recommending to anyone, especially because a coke can full of cum in the ass hurts."

"Think the bigger question is how you slept with him in your ass."

"Didn't fall asleep with him in my ass, blondie must've had a sex dream or something, cause I was asleep before he put it in."

"But how did you stay asleep as he entered your ass?"

"Honestly, no fucking clue… Hey, Dee, which kind of food do you think we could tease the boys with?"

"Hot dogs."

"Good plan."

"Jeff's a sucker for them."

"Hey L, do you wanna get a hot dog with me and Dee?" Kirby calls to Lita, making sure the boys can hear her.

"Sure!" She grins, giving Matt a cheek kiss before practically skipping away.

"Alright, seeing as I'm the one with the most money, I'm letting you two girls choose what I get. Deal?"

"Works for me." Delilah smiles.

"So, what do you two ladies want to feed the baby Mama." Kirby chuckles.

"Depends. What doesn't make you puke?"

"Well, practically nothing makes me puke, I haven't got any allergies or adverse reactions to food of any kind, just don't feed me pickles covered in chocolate or I'll kick your ass."

"But pickle relish is fine?"

"Never had it before in my life."

"Basically chopped pickles with some chopped peppers in a little brine."

"Yeah, it should be fine." Kirby shrugs.

"Then let's get you a Chicago dog."

"Okay, never had a Chicago dog, my usual is just plain with mustard… what's a Chicago dog?"

"White onions, chilli, mustard and pickle relish."

"I did say you could feed me anything, so sure, Dee, to lessen the pain of me paying for chilli when I prefer making my own, you take my wallet."

"That's fair."

Kirby hands Delilah her wallet, breathing deeply and putting her trust in God that the chilli will be good.

"Kirby, just calm down." Delilah laughs.

"You know what I'm like, I can cook my own food so I usually do, I have ended up not trusting fast food over the years… don't want to get a bad batch of chilli on my hot dog and end up sick… like that chilli chicken burger me and you shared in Ninety-four, ya know, the one that got us both sick for two weeks."

"Eesh, yeah, that's a good point."

"See why I'm a little hesitant now?"

"Maybe keep it to good ol' ketchup, mustard, relish?"

"Yes please." Kirby nods.

"You'll love it."

"I hope so."

"It's as classic as hot dogs come."

"Yep, sure is, home slice… what the fuck are the words coming out of my mouth right now?" Kirby blinks a couple times, clearly tired.

"The ones that happen when Mama needs a nap."

"You are very correct, my dude, I need to put my head in Shane's lap and sleep for a couple minutes."

"I mean, that's why malls have nursing rooms, right?"

"What the fudge is a nursing room?" Kirby asks gently, leaning her head on Lita's shoulder.

"A room for mothers, expecting and new, to nurse their babies in peace. But there's usually also a waiting area outside it that's quiet too."

"Ooh, I think I'll be fine if I just snuggle up with Shane for a moment or two."

"You can take him there, have a minute to yourselves."

"Heh, technically we've already had a moment to ourselves." Kirby smirks.

"You ol' pervs." Delilah laughs, nudging her shoulder.

"You gave me the setup for the sexy joke, so I made the sexy joke."

"That's a fair point."

"Where are the boys?"

"Probably looking for the help desk to call for us."

"I would say they're not kids, but then again, it is the Hardys, Shannon and Shane, so… it checks out."

"Either that, or they're getting up to shenanigans."

"True, one moment." Kirby takes a few steps away from the girls before taking a deep breath, "Gregory Shane Helms, you get your green ass over here before I kick it from here to Timbuktu!" She hollers before walking back to the girls.

She gets a couple looks from other patrons in the food court, but her yelling proves effective, as Helms runs through the mall at breakneck speed.

"Hi handsome, where did you go off to, my love?" Kirby asks, her voice sweet as sugar when she sees Helms."

"You ditched us." He chuckles.

"I'm sorry baby daddy, it won't happen again, Mama just needed to get something to eat." Kirby explains, pulling Helms into a gentle kiss.

"Not mad. We got… we kept busy."

"Shane, tell me what you did… or else."

"Or else what?"

"Or else I won't let you talk to the baby for a week."

"Well, see, when we found Shannon, he was asleep on a show couch and… well, Jeff had a sharpie on him and Shannon didn't have any mirrors around…" he starts giggling too hard to speak.

"Shane, that's evil… and very funny… I must admit." Kirby murmurs, trying not to laugh.

The Hardys and Shannon catch up to Helms a few moments later. Neither Hardy can look at him. Shannon's got a face full of dicks and 'slut' written in big letters on his forehead. He's got absolutely no idea. Kirby doubles over laughing at the sight of him, giggling like a mad woman and struggling to breathe properly.

"Okay, why does everyone keep laughing?" Shannon yawns, still waking up from his nap.

"Moore, my dude, take this." Kirby murmurs, handing Shannon the compact mirror.

He opens it and checks out his face, "well, I guess this is what I get for passing out. Now, if you will all excuse me, I'm gonna go wash up." He chuckles.

"You want any food for when you get back, bud?"

"Burger with the works!" He calls over his shoulder.

"Got it." Kirby nods.

When Shannon's in the washroom, he scrubs off the dicks, but leaves on the 'slut' and strides out with a proud smirk. Kirby almost chokes on her milkshake as she sees him, nudging Helms' arm and pointing towards Shannon as he walks over to the group's table. He sits down at the open seat, acting like there's nothing wrong at all.

"Heyyy, slutzilla, how ya doin'?" Kirby teases.

"You tell me, mistress." He winks, unwrapping his burger.

"Well, I think someone's letting their pride get the better of them, may have to teach you a lesson in humility."

"You gonna be the one to do that?"

"Maybe, would you like me to teach you Shannon?"

"Absolutely, mistress."

"Do you get hot for teacher, ya little slut?" Kirby purrs in his ear.

"Always." He purrs back, giving her bedroom eyes to try and keep from revealing how hard he is.

"Shane, honey, I need to go to the bathroom, Shannon wants to try our lipstick on, don't you Shannon?" Kirby nods softly, coaching him towards saying yes.

"Absolutely." Shannon chuckles.

"We'll be back in a couple minutes, hon." Kirby whispers to Helms before leading Shannon to the bathroom and locking the door behind them.

"So, how am I gonna learn my lesson?" He smirks.

"You are gonna sit down and let me work my magic, you make one wrong move, I slap your arms or thighs, you make a single sound, I'm gonna bite your skin, that's how you're gonna learn boy."

"Yes, mistress." He breathes, his cock jumping in his pants.

"Pants down, boy." Kirby demands.

He nods and scrambles out of his jeans, revealing his hardness.

"Oh, mon petit jouet, just look at you… stand there, back against the wall."

His heart's aflutter as he backs up against the wall. Kirby gets down on her knees in front of him, kissing his thighs before licking the length of his dick. It twitches against her tongue and his mouth falls open a little, but he doesn't make a sound.

"Close your mouth." Kirby demands, giving his thigh a quick slap before she slips the tip of his dick into her mouth.

He's breathing hard and his heart is racing, but he complies, closing his mouth. Kirby moans against his dick as she sucks him off, using one hand to massage his balls as she does so. His whole body is trembling in effort to not move or make a noise, even though he's painfully close. Kirby squeezes the base of his dick and takes her mouth away from his groin. He cries out softly before slapping a hand over his mouth.

"Naughty boy, mon petit jouet." Kirby whispers before nipping at the skin of his right thigh.

His knees buckle slightly as tears of effort seep out of the corners of his eyes. He's in absolute ecstasy.

Kirby stands up, "Sit, mon petit jouet, I'm not done with you yet."

He slides down the wall to sit on the floor.

"You better be a good boy, or you won't get off." Kirby teases as she slides slides her dress up to show her groin, her pussy dripping a mix of Helms' cum from earlier and her own juices down her thighs.

"I'll be good, mistress, I swear!" He nearly begs.

"Good boy, now let's put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use. Eat me out, ya little slut."

He nods and clasps her thighs, eating her out like she's his last meal. Kirby moans, putting her forearms against the wall for support and leaning over Shannon. He's licking and sucking, savouring her juices as his eyes nearly roll back in pleasure.

"You get off on this and cum, neither me nor Helms will fuck you later, you hear me."

He nods quickly, redoubling his efforts.

"Good little slut, you get Mama off and she'll reward you." Kirby murmurs through moans of pleasure.

He hardly focuses on the reward. Just desperate to see her cum. Kirby's breathing hitches slightly as her hips buck forward, she's close to her climax and it's obvious.

[soulwillower]

semi-charming •  bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

requested:  Do you have any bill denbrough x reader’s that you have finished that can be posted? I really love your work I re read it like everyday lol :)    +      AKANSHAKAKMA U SHOULD POST THE BILL DENBROUGH HATE SMUT AHHHH     +     don’t be shy post the b.d hate smut 😀🔫🥰🌝

i haven’t posted a fic in well over several months but i hope u guys like it :) im here and around still so send me something if u wanna chat <3 i also have re opened my requests lkajsdlkaj

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warnings: drinking, mentions of weed, dorm living, almost-strangers hooking up, smut, choking (light), light spitting, a tiny bit of dirty talk, switch!bill, its kinda fluffy smut tbh, enemies-to-lovers but its so lowkey, kinda cute guys, neighbor-ish au, 

(losers + reader are 19+.)

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the first time it happened, you wrote it off as unintentional. 

it's happened to everyone: you're joking around with your roommate, or reaching over to grab your laptop, and you fall off your bed to the floor. you knock over your lamp or someone knocks over the handle that was sitting half-empty on the mini-fridge. the tile on the ground of the dorm rooms are hard and cold and don't do much to quiet the noise of anything, so you get that. 

but whatever the hell was going on in the room above you was not that. it was three in the morning, and your head was spinning in that sickening way that only happens when you take too many drinks in a short time and find your way to bed for a few hours before being startled awake. 

a loud thump made you jump in your bed, heart racing as you woke in surprise. 

it was around twenty more loud thuds from your ceiling (in a span of barely two minutes) that you gathered the energy to slide out of your bed, sliding on your dorm slides and throwing on a shirt to cover your near naked body before storming into the hallway to climb the most challenging single story of stairs in your life, right to your upstairs neighbors' door. 

your hand was banging on the door for a mere five seconds before the door swung open and a terribly confusing sight fell onto your eyes. 

three boys who you've only ever seen in passing before in your dorm, all shirtless and heaving breaths. the one who answered the door, possibly bill or mike (judging by the stupid name tags on their door), has bright eyes and dark auburn hair that reflects in the dim light of the hall, backlit by the neon purple from inside the room. his sweaty bare abdomen made your eyes twitch as you glared at him, suddenly more irritated because he's kind of really hot and stupid and annoying, and you needed to sleep.

"hi.” he said casually, and you could tell he wasn’t entirely sober, either. 

“so what is your fucking problem?" you said in lieu of a greeting, half-asleep and pissed beyond belief (also still drunk). the boy who answered the door raised his brows, head turning with a brow raised, as if to ask his buddies 'are they for real?' before turning back with a large, cocky smile, "pardon you? we already turned down the music." 

you blinked, knowing you must have seemed so rude and looked insane but it was a weeknight and you had class in the morning, "wh- what, no- i'm not here about music. it's like three, you're slamming on the floor and i can hear it like i'm in a fucking tornado in my room below you so you need to knock it off." 

then the other boy, further back with foggy glasses, started laughing. the other one laughed too, rubbing his neck sheepishly, still breathing heavy. "what the hell are you guys even doing in there?" you added, running a hand through your hair in exasperation. 

"they were trying to bench press me. but then bill decided to start doing squat jumps onto his bed." the boy with glasses explained as he rubbed his chest, still concealed by the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the stupid LED neon lights that every single person in the dorms had lining their rooms. that explained the thudding. 

"why." you'd deadpanned. you were too tired for this, but you'd wanted them to understand that it was keeping people up. "richie got us kicked out of Pike for stealing their doorknobs and pledge class photos." the third boy says, elbowing the boy, richie. "we felt like working out, but then richie said we couldnt press him, so..." he trails off at the look you give. 

"you want my workout routine or something?" richie asks you. you sharply inhale and bill smiles, "well, if that's all, we'll be going. i've got one more rep to get in." 

your eyes widened, jaw dropping at his words. he'd laughed, then, and your eyes couldn't stop as you stared at his sculpted abs flex in the light. god damn it. 

"chill out, neighbor. sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep." he said as he noticed your look, and you wanted to fucking hit him. 

you rolled your eyes, picking up on his facetious tone. "whatever. just knock it off. thanks," you'd griped, sarcastically smiling at them before trudging away towards the stairwell. and you'd caught it when bill muttered, "is now a bad time to assemble my ikea desk with my drill?" 

you'd run into bill once again a few days after when you'd gone to use the bathroom on the floor above you where your friend lived, washing out the bowl you'd used for lunch. a 'shh!' had made your brows furrow as you'd walked in, not paying attention as you'd heard a shower stop and a girl laugh from the other side of the bathrooms. 

but a deep voice grunting 'ow, fuck' made you freeze and then feel hot, wondering what kind of luck you have to be in the bathroom when some people were hooking up in the shower. but you're reminded that you had the worst luck when you go to leave the bathroom and two figures round the corner, hair soaking wet and hoods pulled over their heads. making eye contact with him, he must've seen how flustered and irritated you were, because he cracked a grin, "good to see you again, neighbor. you sleeping well these days?" 

that was only a few days ago. you'd seen him in passing at a party at one of the frats, but had avoided any interaction with him after you saw him and his friend with the glasses snickering to themselves after sneaking looks to you. god, you didn't want to face them again - they were so mocking, so cocky.... so rude, and they made you feel like you were being insane just for wanting to have peaceful sleep. bill was not your favorite person. 

but as bad as the first two experiences were, the third time you had the misfortune of interacting with bill, it was the worst. 

your roommate was out for the weekend, and you'd found yourself stuck with your leg and ankle pinned between your heavy file cabinet under your bed and your bedframe, unable to scoot it over on your own to free your leg. 

you were planning on relaxing tonight, after being stood up from a booty call hook up. you’re mad, frustrated, horny, and close to tears now that you’ve gotten yourself stuck pinned to your bed.

it’s nearly one in the morning, and nobody’s in the hall. 

but then, bill walked past your open door as you struggled, and desperately you called, "hey!" 

his double-take into your room, his head poking in, would have been charming if the face was anybody but him. 

"what?" he asks, suddenly noticing it’s you. his voice is not charming and calm as you've seen him be with other peers, but in your stubborn mind, you convince yourself it’s fine; you don’t like him, either. 

"i'm stuck, can you help?" you say despite your thoughts. 

he sighs, dropping his backpack next to your bed and then tugging to try and move the cabinet. 

"how did you do this?" he mutters as he pulls as hard as he can to pull it, but your shoe is too wedged diagonally against the floor, cabinet and frame. you sigh, "thought i could nudge it to the side with my toes, i dropped my dab through the crack." 

he chuckles, trying to instead shove it backwards instead; to no avail. "smart girl." he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, trying to help him shove it. "what was the point of you keeping me up all fucking night if you aren't strong enough to move this shit?" you say, exasperated because it's starting to dig into your calf. 

he stops, rolling his eyes at you. "has anyone ever told you that you can be a bit rude?" he asks, moving closer to you to try and push it away. you look down at him from where you stand, elbows on your mattress. "no. you're just a dick. fight fire with fire, or whatever." you mutter, face feeling hot. 

you can't stop staring at his shoulders, his arms - they're so hot, the veins popping out of his hands and forearms, the smell of his aftershave wafting into your nose from where he kneels next to you. 

he just hums. "i'm going to try to push your leg forward and then push the cabinet away." he states, and you nod, just wanted this nightmare to be over. you're still terribly embarrassed and the proximity to such a hot and confusingly irritating boy is making you lose your grip. 

it takes a lot in you to not jolt when his warm hand wraps around your bare leg and starts to pull you, his strong hold on you making you tingle. "what's your name?" he asks, and you almost laugh as his grip on your thigh tightens, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your skin making you hot. this is insane.  "y/n." you struggle out, throat feeling dry - there's no reason his hand needs to be so high up on your leg, but some part of you really wants it. "it says that on my door." you say breathlessly. 

whatever he was going to reply with is cut off as he tries to readjust his grip on you and the cabinet, but his hand slides up and grazes the skin near the apex of your thigh, coaxing a sharp gasp to fall from your mouth. 

he turns red, looking up at you, "god, sorry." he mutters, and you bite your lip, unable to look away. 

you kind of forget to say anything, stuck staring at him, heart thumping as wetness pools between your legs just from this boy's touch. god, you've got to get laid. 

his arm is wrapped around the onside of your leg, thumb reaching higher on your thigh than his other fingers, and for a moment you hesitate before deciding to go for it: you drop your hand hand to his hair, pulling lightly as you 'steady yourself,' smirking as you feel his shaky breath against your thigh. 

you don't even care about getting unstuck now, all you can think about is being fucked into the mattress by this asshole boy from the fourth floor. you’re not sure where this feeling came from. 

when he finally pushes the cabinet away, causing you to stumble to catch your ground. he helps you get the cart and then push the cabinet back, awkward small talk making you want to die. "why were you down here anyways?" you ask, rubbing your leg. "mike kicked me out to be with a girl and all my friends are out for tonight." he sighs, rubbing his neck. "i have to do homework tonight, just going to find somewhere quiet to get it done." 

"that's surprisingly responsible." you say, looking at him wearily. he gives you an annoyed look, "what's that supposed to mean?" you roll your eyes, "you don't seem particularly academically motivated." you state, unsure if you're coming across as flirtatious or just a dick. he gives you a look as he moves to grab his things from next to your bed. "you seem more pleasure motivated." 

you catch your mistake immediately - and he does, too, smirking. you stutter to fix it, "don't be gross." you defend weakly. 

he's biting his lip and something rumbles in your chest, flames in your abdomen. it's hard to gauge if you don't like him or if you do. maybe you're just horny.

"i thought you were cute, you know, until you showed up at three in the morning to chew me out." he mutters, eyebrows raised, "i get that that was annoying, but it was a saturday. everyone was drunk, i don't get why you are still being a bitch." his face drops when he says that, as if he didn't mean to say it at all, but he doesn't take it back. you shrug, not too offended. he kind of has a point, "i don't get why you have to make everything so much harder than it has to be. doesn't matter how hot you are,  i don't have to like you, you know." you say, crossing your arms with a smirk. 

"believe me, i'd rather you not like me." he says, smile on his face troubling. you look at him, trying to gauge why you're feeling so flustered, why you want to jump his bones right now no matter how annoying he is. "then why haven't you left yet?" you challenge. you figure if you're reading his actions wrong, this gives him an out. 

"because i kind of want to fuck you now." he says boldly. you just smirk, walking towards where he sits on your desk chair, lowering yourself to straddle him. he looks up at you, eyes large and mischievous as he pulls you down on him all the way, your hips grinding lightly. "i think you want to fuck me always." you whisper, lips hovering above his, teasing. you're eating up all his attention, soaking it up and savoring the way he watches you. 

you boldly snake your hand down between the two of you, lips still refusing to touch his, your hand starting to tease his clothed cock as it hardens under your palm. you stroke him as you lean, almost kissing him before pulling away. he glares at you. 

then you move your hips, the tension in your room killing you. he lets out a half-moan, causing you to buck your hips again, relishing in the pleasure it gives you. he leans forward, trying to catch your lips, but your hand catches his chest, your lips just centimeters from his own.  "fuck you, y/n." he says, fed up with your teasing as his hands squeeze your ass, moving to the bottom of your thighs and then rising with surprising ease, holding you against him and making your heart thump in shock. he takes four long strides towards your bed, tossing you on it. you grin, expecting for him to climb onto you, but instead he's walking towards your door, making your heart quicken. is he leaving? 

he slams your door shut, though, and it makes you smirk as he clicks the lock. you're on your back, the sight of him upside down making you bite your lip, eyes nearly even with the bulge in his sweatpants. 

he walks up to you, and you eye him as he bends forward, hand catching your chin, holding your head forward with a strength you didn't expect. "look at me." he says suddenly. you blink, feeling hot as you stare into his eyes. 

"don't tease me." he says, and you swallow, heart racing in excitement. "okay." you croak, and it seems to satisfy him because he tilts your neck from here he holds your neck and chin, kissing you soundly on your lips. you feel on fire at his touch, squirming as you slip your hands into his hair - it's making you so needy that he's holding you, almost trapped on the mattress, kissing him upside down. 

he pulls away and you flip around, allowing for him to climb onto the bed, barely enough time before you pull him in for another kiss, this one heated and desperate. 

he bites marks on your neck as your hands palm him, pushing your own thighs together in need. slowly, you push him down against your mattress and sling a leg over his hip, moving to straddle him. his hands find your hips easily, looking at you like you're the only thing ever worth looking at; your breath leaves your lungs and you steady yourself, the reality of how fucking beautiful bill is hitting you at once. 

you pull his shirt off, yours coming off, leaving you in just your shorts and underwear. he palms your tits, pinching your nipple as you grind down against his cock, whimpering at the feeling of his pants against your clothed clit. "if only you'd come up to my room like this." he says, and you snap your eyes to his, seeing the teasing grin but glaring at him. "maybe you would've been nicer to me if you knew how good i'd make you feel." he whispers as you resume your hip's movement, "shut up, bill." you hiss. he laughs, his thumb making contact with your clit takes you by surprise and you jump a bit, moaning quietly as your eyes close in pleasure. 

"take these off." he mutters into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip. you take off your shorts, quickly resuming your spot straddling him, his lips trailing from your breasts to your throat and then your mouth again, grinding against him in need. he toys with your slit over your panties before he pulls them slowly to the side, spreading your juices on his long fingers, humming as he brings his fingers to his lips, watching you as he licks his fingers. you nearly moan, impatient enough that you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips faintly; "do you want me?" you whisper against his lips.

"i wish i didn't," he says, "but yes. do you want to do this?" 

you're breathless, beside yourself with need, "yes." you say quickly, tugging his sweats off and tossing them to the floor. "fuck you, by the way." you spit, flipping him off. he grins and it's fucking beautiful, his smirk, his red cheeks, heaving chest. budding hickeys bloom over his neck and chest as he catches your hand, tugging you forward over him, whispering, "you're about to." 

you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your chest, hand falling over his as he pumps himself. your thumb swipes over his tip, spreading his precum before opening the condom he'd pulled out of his pocket (you don't even want to know why he brought one with him to study) and roll it onto his cock. 

and then you’re pushing aside your panties and stabilizing yourself on bill’s chest. you line yourself up on him and look to him for one last confirmation. he nods, “quick fucking around, babe.” he says, but his voice sounds desperate and his cheeks are flushed and you let out a strangled moan as you sink onto him, the nickname making your stomach flutter. you have to stay and give yourself time to adjust to his size, his moans swallowed by your own mouth as your tongue swipes his. his hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, your breasts and then rising to cup your neck and back. 

“shit, bill.” you whimper as you slowly start to move up and down. his eyes fall shut in pleasure and his head tilts back, exposing the entire expanse of his throat for you to claim, his hands falling to your hips. your eyes watch his thin necklace shine in the faint light from your lamp and he's filling you up perfectly. 

he looks like fucking heaven.

you kiss his neck lightly as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him steadily as his fingers grip the sides of your thighs.

“fuck, y/n.” he whispers, staring at you with his lips caught between his teeth. the feeling of him stretching inside you and hitting the perfect spot has your legs shaking already, breathing heavily. he’s soon surging up, kissing you deeply as groans fall from his lips, his arms rising to your waist to hold you as you move.

"you're much better when you're not talking." you mutter as you fuck yourself on him, moving your hips as you bounce. he rolls his eyes, "i'd fuck you every day if it meant you wouldn't come ruin my fun every night." he quips back, eyes challenging. and your hand rises to squeeze around his throat, at first as a joke, but then he smiles brightly, a smirk that stirs something in you and you squeeze ever so slightly, the feeling of his pulse making you moan. 

his smirk sends butterflies through your stomach, pleasure swirling in your core. but then his own hand rises to your own throat, squeezing lightly.

you moan, unable to keep it together. "you think two can't play this game, y/n? it's like you don't know me." he tuts, seemingly pleased as you're flushing, gasping as your legs stutter, his hips moving up to meet yours, strokes hitting you deep. “i don’t,” you whisper, and he hums. 

your legs stutter after one particularly satisfying thrust and he grabs your hips, lifting slightly and biting his lip as he starts to thrust up into you. “oh, my god,” you moan as he hits your g spot and he curses under his breath.

your hand comes up to rest on the wall behind him as you meet each other half way, hitting a spot deep inside you that has you moaning his name loud enough for anyone to hear. you hope to god your next door neighbors are out. 

he presses his lips to yours and you know its to get you to stop being so loud - it makes your toes curl in pleasure. then his thumb snakes its way to your lips, his grin widening when your lips immediately part and suck on the finger, humming around it as your hand rests on his neck, the other over his abs as you bounce. 

"so pretty like this, y/n." he leans up, then, sitting up more and changing the angle, making you gasp with a moan as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to his face with the hand on your face. he pulls his thumb from your mouth with a light pop, your legs barely riding him at your proximity, instead steady on his hips, his cock warm and stretching you. "do you think you'd look pretty under me?" he asks. you swallow, moving your hips again and sliding on his cock, movements making you stare at him, pleasure building. 

"i think you would." he whispers, hand still on your neck. you whimper a bit, sliding off of him, allowing him to climb over you, kissing you soundly before pulling you to the edge of your bed, legs hanging off as he stands in front of you. lifting one leg, he kisses your knee and holds it up as he teases your slit with his cock before sliding into you again, causing you to let out a loud moan, his own melding with yours. 

your eyes roll back at the new angle, legs shaking as his fingers dig into your thigh. “wanna see your f-face when i make you cum.“ he mutters, hand rising to thumb your lip, dragging your bottom lip down.

 "you think you're gonna make me cum?" you bite, knowing no man you've been with has been able to. 

you watch as his eyes admire the half-lids of your eyes, the blissed, fucked-out look on your face. your chest is littered in blossoming hickes, varying from pink to dark red and slightly purple already. 

he says nothing in response to you, but pulls your leg further open, spitting down onto your cunt, making you moan lightly, the action being terribly sexy. his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub perfectly in counteraction to his thrusts, his lips finding your nipple. 

you gasp in pleasure, panting as you start to wonder if he really is going to make you cum. then his thumb rubs circles on your clit and as he presses lightly, you can’t hold off any longer. “fuck,” you hiss as you hit your peak, your orgasm making your legs shake. you can’t help it, gasping and bucking your hips as you clench against his cock in bliss, your orgasm causing you to tug his hair in ecstasy. “so pretty.” he mutters against your neck, pressing kisses to it as you’re moaning and arching your back. "so good, cumming for me." he says cockily. you're panting as you whisper, "shut up," his hips still pounding into yours. 

“god, you're such a sweet talker.” he mutters sarcastically as you look at him desperately, his eyes fall shut in bliss, a deep groan leaving his lips, you can tell he's close. 

"and you're such a gentleman." you jest back, pulling him closer by his shoulders, eyes shutting in bliss. he hums, strokes getting sloppier, "i let you cum first, didn't i?" he counters. 

you huff a laugh, something in your heart twinging in affection. you kiss him so you don't say something stupid, moving your hips with his. a few strokes and he's pulling you closer to him by your back, whimpering into your mouth, “y/n, fuck.” beautiful moans fall from his cherry colored lips as he cums, and you just stare at him in awe, surprised by how hot it is as he says your name. he rides his high and then falls off of you, onto the mattress between you and the wall. 

"hey," he says after a few moments of you both catching your breaths, your hands overlapping on your stomach but not nearly holding hands. it makes you feel warm in a weird way. excited, nervous. 

"what?" you ask, turning to stare into his eyes. he smirks, "you think we woke up the downstairs neighbors?" he whispers, eyes alight with tease. 

you shove him, smothering him with a pillow while he laughs, pulling you onto him. 

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[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Let’s have a baby

yandere!EraserMicx PREGNANT!Reader 

A terrible mix up leading to an accidental pregnancy? Or something more intentional? Either way now you were pregnant with (none other than the beloved power couple heroes) Eraserhead and Present Mic’s child. Time to discuss how co parenting is going to work. 

TW: pregnancy, artificial insemination, yandere elements, mentions of stalking, alludes to potential custody battle

You had been avoiding the two men for the past week, which was challenging seeing as they managed to find your phone number, address, and place of work. Any time you blocked their calls they got a new number. Two Pro Heroes versus a twenty something civilian, it was only a matter of time until you were cornered.

Now the couple stood between you and your apartment. You had a long shift at your job as a pet groomer and just wanted to get some rest.

Present Mic was the first to speak. "Hey lil momma, we heard you had work today so we brought you some dinner. We thought we could talk over a nice meal."

You had no response. You were tired, both physically and emotionally. You had been put through the ringer ever since meeting them at your doctors office. It was a total Jane the Virgin situation. You went in for an assessment about some supposed ovarian cysts and unknowing left artificially inseminated. There was a supposed mix up, a digital glitch that somehow merged your chart with the surrogates - apparently your names were super similar. Two weeks later you were called back into the doctor's office and informed of what took place. And now you were in this living nightmare.

And the two heroes had nothing to do with the error. There was totally a surrogate. They hadn't paid off your provider. And why would they? You had never met them - although given their patrols they may have seen you once or twice...

They were tearful when they were informed of the mix up, they had been waiting patiently through the whole process and now everything was thrown in chaos. They offered to compensate you for your service which sent you into a blind rage. They just assumed you would carry a child, a child with half of your DNA, and then give YOUR baby away. Rationally you understood that they had planned to be be the only parents to the child, but that was with a professional surrogate who understood the process, who didn't want the child in their life, just happy to help out a loving couple. But that wasn't you, you grew up wanting to be a mom, and now they would take that from you.

What if they tried to legally take sole custody of the baby? Surely they had some pull in the judicial system. Besides, they were a solid couple with money, while you were alone with no family and working two jobs. The thought made you sick to your stomach.

You were shaking as you tried to push past them. Maybe they would just disappear if you ignored them, a girl could dream. But instead they tagged along inside. Albeit you weren’t fighting them on it, you knew this had to happen eventually.

Aizawa easily found the cluttered dining table in your small apartment. You flinched when the loud one tried to help you shrug off your backpack. Taking a seat on the couch you waited for them to start berating you.

"Come sit at the table, dinner is getting cold," Eraser spoke for the first time.

"I'll eat later, I'm not hungry."

"You may not be, but the baby needs to eat."

You glared, how dare they insinuate you didn't know what your child needed. If your body was hungry, you ate. If you were full the baby was full too.

But, you complied, not wanting to argue, "Fine, but I ate a snack not too long ago."

As you ate, Mic kept you company, picking at some left overs, they clearly ate before their visit. Aizawa was rummaging through your place but you managed to hold your tongue until he began throwing things out of your fridge.

"What are you doing?" You hissed, getting up out of your seat.

"Mic and I will bring you groceries tomorrow. The food you have is barely safe for an adult, let alone a fetus."

"Are you kidding me? It's not like I'm chugging alcohol and living off Twinkies. Hey! I just bought those turkey slices. How is turkey bad?" You whined.

To make sure you wouldn't dig the food out trash he dumped it out of his container.

"Zashi, don't let me forget to empty the trash on our way out. Do you know how much salt is in deli meat? And there's no way you can drink any of this while you're pregnant." He gestures to the cans of soda.

As the frustration built you had to fight back tears. They couldn't come in to your home and start throwing out your things.

"Some of us don't make ridiculous money, I'm buying what I can afford and the doctor never had any problem with my health." You hissed.

Hizashi felt the tension thickening, "Hey hey hey, it's okay. Sho and I will go get you some good stuff. We just gotta watch out for you and baby."

And that was the end of your resolve, you stomped past the Hero and locked yourself in your bedroom. Finally tears began to drip down your cheeks.

Back in your kitchen Mic was chiding his boyfriend for being so tough on you.

"So I should just back down while she stuffs herself with junk food?"

Mic gave him a shrug, showing him a bottle on your counter, "At lest she's taking her prenatal vitamins?"

Grabbing the keys to your apartment Aizawa instructed Mic to wait with you while he got you better groceries. He would make copies of your keys on his was back.

You prayed they would leave soon. You were laying in your bed having cried yourself out. Barely into your second month of pregnancy. You still had to endure this for at least seven more months, but most likely much longer.

Next thing you knew you were opening your eyes and the clock read seven AM. By now your uninvited guests must be gone. Nervously you sat up, praying that you'd skip the morning sickness just once this week. You had always had a weak stomach and even the doctor was surprised you were already experiencing the symptom. Unfortunately the minute your feet touched the floor you knew what was coming. You sprinted to the restroom, not even checking to see if the duo had left.

God this was terrible, you didn't just hate throwing up, you were terrified of it. What if you started and never stopped? But it did come to an end. You wiped the water from your eyes and took a moment before standing from the floor. You screamed when a hand slid under your arm, helping you up. Another set of feet rushed to the bathroom.

" What's wrong?" Hizashi huffed as he skid to a stop.

You pulled arm free from Aizawa's grasp. "What are you two still doing here?"

You turned in the faucet to rinse your mouth. Trying to calm your stress, the nausea was trying to return.

Undeterred the scruff pulled your hair into a bun before rubbing your back. You debated returning to bed but that wouldn't get them out of your apartment. You told them you need to sit down, both of them nodding, still wearing their concerned expressions. They got you a glass of water before joining you on the couch. Stubborn men, you sat at the end of the couch so they couldn't both sit, but Mic decided to perch himself on the armrest.

He started petting your hair, "You feelin better little listener?" You nodded in response.

"I got you more food, let us know if your hungry."

You sighed in defeat, "I'm barely two months pregnant, I can fend for myself. What did you all want to talk about?"

You anxiously placed a hand on your stomach. Both men felt their hearts flutter recognizing your maternal instincts kicking in.

Aizawa let Mic begin, he was the more gentle of the two.

"Well, we figured we got off to a rough start. You got put in a tough situation. We shouldn't have assumed you didn't want a child so we're not mad at how you stormed out. But either way we expect to be in our baby's life. The two of us talked it over and we don't want to fight you if you want to be in their life too. So if you wanna be the mommy we're cool with it."

You could blame your reaction on your hormones for your response but you didn't, "Geez thank you so much for allowing me to be in MY child's life."

Aizawa placed a hand on the back of your neck, giving you a gentle massage. "Okay then, the three of us are gonna have a baby. That means you have to stop ignoring us. We can raise the baby together, without involving anyone else. But if we have to, we can always go the legal route for the baby's best interest." 

He knew it was a low blow, but the couple needed you to stop fighting them. Your eyes snapped to his and you shook your head in protest.

"Okay then we're all the same page," Aizawa reassured you.

Mic cheered, "Now we can focus on the fun stuff."

"Hun," Eraserhead caught his attention. "There's still a few more important things to figure out. We don't want you going back to that doctor. They're incompetent. We scheduled you an appointment with another's clinic for next week. Okay?"

You couldn't find your voice after how easily he threatened to take your baby. So you just nodded. Half listening.

"Good. We also went ahead and programmed our numbers into your phone. We need to be able to check in with you."

"Okay, but I can't use my phone at one of my jobs."

"About that lil momma," Mic started. "You work a lot, which is totally bad ass, but we don't think you leave enough time to rest and take care of yourself."

You tried to protest but Aizawa cut you off, "You also shouldn't be working around so many animals. Even though we love animals, they can be unpredictable and one dog can trigger all the rest into a frenzy."

You were dumbfounded, "I've never heard of anything like that happening. One of my coworkers was pregnant last year, she worked until her maternity leave. Plus I need to be able to pay my bills. And don't offer to compensate me again."

"Why do you have to view it as compensation? We just want to take care of the mother of our child. Just think about it. Mic and I have to go take care of some business but we'll be back later this week."

---

Back at their home Hizashi was dramatically splayed on their bed.

"Babe why are you pouting?" Aizawa asked.

"Why can't we just bring her home already?"

Aizawa sympathized with his better half, but they needed to be methodical. He reminded Hizashi that they didn't need to cause her even more stress, especially so early into the pregnancy. If they played their cards right they would have their happy little family soon enough.

If they could ease you in to the relationship everything would be easier in the long run. They had been managing just fine until now, they could wait a few more months.

He joined Hizashi on the couch. Mic was comforting himself the way he usually did when he felt like this. He was scrolling through the countless photos they had collected since their chance encounter with you over a year ago.