#because freeloading is how he FLIRTS

[sadesluvr]

Opposites Attract

You’re a self-obsessed sorority girl. He’s an enigmatic film freak. What more is there to say? (Mickey Altieri x Reader)

A/N: My first full Mickey fic! It’s loosely based off of my headcanons (linked HERE), but ofc it's not necessary to read first :) I LOVE him and this has been in the works for a while, so I hope you enjoy it! He is Ghostface in this, but it's only alluded to… 

Word count: 2.7K 

Tags: SMUT / Enemies to lovers / Oral sex, fem receiving / Flirting + Sexual tension / Safe sex! / Doggystyle / Spanking / Light choking + Asphyxiation / Allusions to murder / Relationship goals, kinda 

You and Mickey Altieri couldn’t have been more different. He was a ‘Tarantino obsessed film freak’ from a seemingly regular (if not a little shady) background with a small group of friends. You, on the other hand, were a peppy architecture student; one of the top girls in your sorority from a rich family with a lawyer father. 

In theory, nothing about the two of you should work - Mickey thought that ‘people like you’ were phoney and self-obsessed, whilst guys like Mickey were essentially ‘nothing but trouble’. Still, it didn’t stop the two of you from being ‘frenemies’, even to the point of culminating in a secret relationship.

Even though you absolutely despised each other, there was something intoxicating about how you’d bicker; how Mickey would roll his eyes and smirk whilst you would get frustrated and brush him off, annoyed yet giddy on how you got under each other's skin. 

This was one of those times. 

You’d smuggled Mickey into your room as the two of you were off to join your respective friends at a party. He claimed he ‘hated’ being around posters of boy bands and unnecessary anthropomorphic stuffed toys, but there was something in his intense, greedy stare as he watched you preen and accessorise that told you otherwise. Of course you knew he wanted you. You wanted him too, but you refused to give him anymore gratification outside of that one night —

“Pink is so not your colour,” he scoffed, shaking his head as you fixed your bolero.

“Unfortunately for you, Mickey, I don’t care about your opinion,” you said sweetly, and you could hear him mutter under his breath. You always loved to get the last word.

“I prefer the baby blue,” he continued. “It brings out the pearls,”

You shrugged him off, fixing the string of beads around your neck. Everyone in Windsor knew that pearls were your signature accessory; the fragile beads sat elegantly around the base of your neck year round, as if you were a regular Jackie-O. Mickey always teased you for wearing them (like he did with practically everything else), but he couldn’t deny how beautiful they looked on you. There was certainly something to be said in the contrast of you; the  ‘righteous, innocent’ being, just like your necklace signified, being with him, a guy with a deep, dark pastime. He wondered what the pretty jewels would look like covered in blood; not necessarily yours (at first), staining the priceless material for good so that they were forever soiled. Your daddy would probably flip.

Good. He hated lawyers.

“…Why do you need to wear pearls anyway?” Mickey said, his voice low as he got up from where he was sitting, stalking over to join you at your dresser. “This is a college mixer, not Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” he finished, eyes locked on yours through the mirror as he stood behind you, his hands placed firmly on your waist as his fingertips threatened to travel elsewhere, likely towards your ass. 

“Because they’re pretty,” you said quickly, gathering yourself as you pushed him off slightly, spinning to face him as you leaned against the surface. “Daddy got them for me on my sixteenth birthday. I love him…” you finished wistfully.

“You love the things he gives you,”

“No. I love him,” you insisted, rolling your eyes as you clipped in your earrings. “He’s a very hardworking man, putting freaks and freeloaders like you in jail,” you said pointedly.

Mickey scoffed.

“I’m a freak now, hm?” he mused, leaning over you. He was tall, and you could feel his breath on your neck, lips grazing the sensitive skin ever so slightly. “Then why are you with me?”

“Obviously due to some kind of terrible head trauma,”

Mickey rolled his eyes for what felt like the billionth time that night, instead focusing his attention on your neck; his canines brushing against your collarbone as he nipped at you, his love bites turning into soft kisses. You fought your hardest not to fall apart under his touch as he pulled you into him, hands exploring your waist and thighs as you felt his hardening cock against your ass. His cologne; though likely nothing more than retail store bought, was intoxicating, and you forced yourself not to lose yourself into his touch. There was just something about him that was insatiable…

It certainly helped that he was a little dangerous.

Sighing, you pushed him off you to face him yet again, fixing your clothes as you flashed him a sultry look.

“How do I look?”

He paused, eyes raking you up and down.

“...Like a girl with a stick up her ass and a cock in her mou —“

“Don’t say that!” You cut him off, slapping his chest lightly before you picked up your bag.

“What?” He snorted. “That ‘Daddy’s Little Princess’ facade doesn’t fool me. You’re a slut,”

“I am not!”

“Are too,” he retorted, following you like a chihuahua. “Don’t you remember that night at the Halloween party? You were in that slutty little cat costume and you were very generous to me under the stairs —“

There was a distinct smugness in his voice, and it took you right back to the hazy-liquor induced moment; from the sloppy kiss that had united the two of you, to the cool metal of his belt on your hands as you undid his trousers, and the salty taste of his cum as he held your head to his base. A beautiful moment, yes, but one you’d agreed to never speak of again.

“And here you are hoping for round two,” you sighed sarcastically, pouting your lips and patting his cheeks affectionately. “Give it up Mickey, it’s never gonna happen,”

“Your call, Princess,” he shrugged, walking to your door and beginning to open it. “Just try not to go all ‘Single White Female’ on me when one of your little sorority sisters wants it more,”

You froze. You never considered yourself to be the stereotypical jealous girl, but as a spoiled only child you were definitely not used to sharing. Katie Lewman was one of the girls in your sorority who you knew had a definitive crush on Mickey, and had even gone as far as trying (and possibly succeeding) to hook up with him. You knew she couldn’t compare to you in the slightest, but Mickey was definitely a player and would sleep with someone if he pleased…Or to get under your skin. 

Mickey’s smirk was visible from the corner of your eye, and you slowly pushed the door back in, making sure it was locked.

You frowned.

“I hate you, you know that?”

Your lips were on each other’s in an instant, with Mickey pulling you in hungrily by your neck, barely giving you any time to breathe.

“I know…” he grumbled, voice broken as he came up for air. His gaze was focused intently on your lips, and his beautiful eyes made contact with your own, taking a moment to ogle your body.“ ‘Drives me crazy…”

Your hands found the sides of his slender waist, drawing him in closer so that you could feel his wanting cock against the thin material of your dress. Given that he wasn’t the typical ‘submissive’ guy, you were surprised when he teased you back, beginning to stumble back towards your bed.

Still kissing, you landed on top of him, and he wasted no time in assuming his position above you, hands pinned to either side of your body as he held your lower half in place with your own. He stopped and cocked his head at you, admiring the way your chest heaved and your eyes were wide. Apparently he could still surprise you.

Good to know.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching as Mickey began to strip. It was undoubtedly a godly sight, but you hated the way he made your pussy ache and stomach flutter with the smallest of movements.

“Why do we keep doing this?” you whined, and he grinned, baring his teeth as he stalked over you, taking your jaw in between his hands as he angled your head to stare at him. 

You always looked so pretty beneath him.

“I like the chase,” he uttered, and you began to make out once again, this time with you peeling off your bolero, and hiking up your dress so that it sat by your knees, unsure of how exactly he was going to take you. Mickey was a natural freak, and was always down to experiment when it came to sex…It was one of the many reasons why you liked him.

“Keep the dress on,” he whispered in your ear, nudging you so that you lay flat on your stomach. “Get that pretty ass in the air…” he finished, leaving a love bite on your neck before he pulled away, rubbing his hands along the curve of your spine, teasing you with what was to come. 

SLAP! A red, stingy feeling ran through your lower half, legs peppering with goosebumps as the sensation settled in. Eyebrows furrowed, you gasped and turned to Mickey, who only gave you a shit-eating grin in response.

“Ass. Up.” 

“You assho—“

SLAP!

“Ass. Up.” He repeated simply, staring at you knowingly. Glaring, you hiked your ass up in the air and he assumed the position behind you, pulling the material up over your thighs to rest on your waist. The thin material of your panties left your hot, aching cunt exposed to the cool air of the room, a sensation that was soon replaced with Mickey’s tongue.

He had quite literally buried his face in your ass; hands spreading your asscheeks apart as he delved into your folds, tongue lapping eagerly at your folds as he explored your pussy. You gasped, beginning to moan as you bunched the bedsheets up in your fists, subtly trying to fuck his face back, causing him to stick his face deeper into you.

You could practically see his smile from behind.

“Little Miss Sorority likes having her pussy eaten, hm? What would a girl like you know about giving?” he sneered, spreading your right cheek further and massaging the skin in his hands as the other remained firmly in position. 

“S-Shut up —“ you whined, balancing yourself on one hand as you tried to pull him in, desperate for some release as he found your clit.

“Nuh-Uh, Princess,” he smirked, swatting your hand away. “You don’t get to touch me,”

You groaned and resumed your wringing of the sheets whilst Mickey revelled in your audible pleasure, adding to your stimulation as he stuck his middle and index finger inside you, beginning to move them in and out. Your juices coated him instantly, and he took a moment to lick them up, savouring the unique taste.

He had to have you.

Retracting his face from your privates, he smacked your ass again, admiring how it immediately warmed in his hands.

“…Why’d you stop?” you whined, pouting your lips.

“Because I’m gonna fuck you,” he responded, taking out his cock and stroking it languidly. It was just how you remembered; peachy with a good five and a half inches in length. “This is real life, Princess, we don’t always get everything we want…” he admonished, beginning to line himself up with your entrance. His tip teased your cunt, head smearing dots of precum along your lips, threatening to penetrate.

As much as you needed it, you couldn’t let him win.

“Speaking of not getting what we want…You better wrap your shit up,”

Mickey pulled away and scoffed, his shoulders slumping in annoyance.

“Come on, Princess…” he said knowingly. “You know it doesn’t feel the same…”

You hummed in amusement, beginning to push down your skirt and gather yourself together when you heard Mickey groan, a weight slowly lifting off of the bed as he made his way over to your dresser.

“You are such a spoiled brat,”

“Then come over here and teach me a lesson,”

He slid the condom on in a quick motion and made his way back over to the bed, grabbing your neck as he kissed you, arching your back in the process. The pressure pushed the pearls of your necklace deeper into your skin, a telling reminder of who you were. Social hierarchy may have technically been dead, but the Romeo and Juliet romance would forever thrive.

With a spank of your ass, he wasted no time in entering you from behind, barely giving you time to adjust. As he began to move, you heard him mumble to himself, hands holding onto your hips as he focused on daggering you, your tight walls stretching perfectly over his cock. 

“What’d I say?” Mickey teased, another hand coming down on your ass as he watched your skin slap against his. “Doggystyle. Classic slutty position…What would Daddy think if he saw you now?”

“Fuck…” you whispered, grasping the edge of the bed as your legs tingled from the pressure and your back was being stretched out perfectly. Mickey always ran his mouth. Always. But he was so fucking good at it.

“M-Mick —-“

“That’s it, Princess. Say my name…I want the whole fucking house to hear—“ he growled, utterly feral at the way you moaned and whined for him, to the point of you being speechless. He ran his hands from the curve of your spine and up to the back of your neck, smirking to himself as he forced your face into the duvet, bringing your ass higher into the air.

His fingers played with your pearls, hooking them under his middle and index finger and tugging on them, causing the hard beads to press against your windpipe. He could’ve fucking choked you to death right there and then, and subsequently drowned himself in your screams and moans of pleasure and pain before indulging in your tight, wet cunt; burying himself to the hilt as he’d come. Sex with a condom just wasn’t the same. 

The skin of your ass bounced against his thighs, every bit of contact driving him to thrust deeper, wanting to hit the deepest parts of your core. He let go of your neck, snickering to himself as he heard you let out a desperate gasp for air, and began to rub your pussy as he fucked into you.

“ ‘Can’t believe you’re this wet for me,” he sneered. “Hm, if only you could see yourself!To think, this is one of the rare times I don’t have my cam…”

Your cunt clenched at the idea, and he let out a throaty chuckle. Mickey carried his camcorder everywhere; and the idea of immortalising your illicit affair on a tape filled with your sleazy, steamy antics was enough to send you over the edge. If it ever got out, you’d probably be kicked out of the sorority…Maybe even college. Whilst your father would certainly hate the infamy, there was no doubt Mickey would love them fame.

Mickey groaned as you came around his cock, your walls tightening as he began to reach his own release. Desperately wishing it were your raw pussy, he shot a healthy load of cum into the condom. His grip on your ass tightened as you teased him, grinding your hips against his pelvis so that his slowly softening cock revelled in the wet, spongy sensation.

After a few moments he pulled out of you, placing his hands on his thighs as he admired your aching, satisfied cunt. Smirking, he slapped your ass a final time before collapsing next to you, stroking your pearls and kissing you. This one was slightly different - sloppy, yet gentle. Affectionate, even.

“Whaddya say we stay in tonight, hm?” Mickey perked up, staring at your ceiling. “I’m not going to a party with this —“ he looked down at himself, “— On my dick. How about we rent a movie and get pizza…?”

Cocking an eyebrow, you turned to look at the brunette curiously, propping yourself up on your elbows. It wasn’t explicit, but you knew that this was Mickey’s way of asking you for a date - And to be fair it didn’t even bother you. You were the life of the party, it was likely that it’d be boring without you.

“Sure,” you smirked. “But I am so not paying!”

[estrellami-1]

Steddie Microfic

September prompt: charm

Word count: 548

No warnings apply

Rated G

@steddiemicrofic

This is Eddie’s third try.

That’s a sportsball thing, right? Three strikes and you’re out.

Eddie hopes he doesn’t strike out.

His first try had been completely abysmal, in which he’d walked into Family Video, promptly gotten flustered and nervous and tongue-tied, grabbed Rocky Horror Picture Show, and walked out after paying.

That wouldn’t have been as horrible as it actually was had he not already owned Rocky Horror Picture Show.

The second time was slightly better, if only because that time he’d actually managed to flirt a little.

He doesn’t entirely remember the exchange, is the thing. He knows it happened, and according to Robin he and Steve were flirting for roughly five minutes straight until another customer (“a real customer, Munson, as opposed to your freeloading ass,” Robin had teased) had walked in.

Eddie had walked out without renting anything, but that’s alright. Half the time he walks in, he walks back out empty-handed.

And, okay, maybe this being the third try is a slightly conservative answer.

He’d thought about it before, is the thing; thought about leaning over the island in Steve’s kitchen, kissing his pout as he’s focused on assembling sandwiches. He’d thought about reaching just that little bit more, “accidentally” past the popcorn bowl during movie night, brushing the backs of his fingers against the back of Steve’s hand.

He’d thought about truly terrible pick up lines—falling from heaven as an example—and swiping that little piece of hair off his forehead.

He’d thought about Steve’s reactions. How maybe he’d kiss back, maybe he’d twine their fingers together. Maybe he’d roll his eyes, blush.

Maybe he’d scoff, disgusted, and ignore Eddie.

Robin had tried to convince Eddie that wouldn’t happen, and he finally believes her, at least enough to take a leap of faith and try.

He walks into Family Video like he would any other day, making a beeline straight for the counter. “Robin,” he sings, gripping the edge and leaning over until his toes are scraping the ground. “‘S he here?”

“Depends,” she hums. “You gonna do it? Or chicken out again?”

Eddie collapses onto the counter with a groan. “You wound me, Buckley,” he says, before popping up when he hears Steve’s voice.

“Hey, Eddie!”

He looks around and spots Steve waving from his position in an aisle. He grins and makes his way over. “Stevie!” He says. “Your soulmate is being mean to me.”

Steve snorts and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, she’s mean to me, too.” Robin squawks, and Steve sticks his tongue out at her. Eddie’s in love.

“So, um.” He clears his throat, looks at the movies Steve is shelving. Rom-coms. “There’s-” he pauses, worrying at his bottom lip.

Steve looks at him, concerned. “Eds?”

“Just.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “I need you to not punch me if it’s not true, okay? I’d prefer you not hate me either but I’d understand if you did, if I were in your shoes I’d probably hate me, but just. You- please don’t tell anyone.”

Steve’s brows furrow. “You’re started to scare me, Eds.”

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters. “Sorry, just. I’m not good at this.” He takes a breath. “Um. Would you like to go on a date with me?”

Steve grins. “I’d love to.”

Turns out, third time’s the charm.

[tremblingmuse]

Omg you're a godsend I love your stories so damn much. Could I request “You’re lucky you’re cute.” “Thanks! Wait…” and/or “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re flirting with me.” “I am.” “Excuse me?”

With Nico? Or wally

Thank youuuu!!

I’m killing two birds with one stone for this one!

Thanks everyone for being so patient! I took a little break. It’s the start of summer blues.

Prompt 8 for Wally Clark

“Well, I do.”

Y/n has known Wally for years. When you’ve been stuck at the same high school for a few decades you tend to become friends.

Sometimes you know each other so well, the friendly conversations can turn into flirty banter.

The gang was having their monthly round of hide and seek. Rhonda was seeking, she loved chanting “Come out, come out. Where ever you are…” in a creepy tone down the vacant halls.

Y/n found the perfect spot, a small crawl space in the back of the art room. Wally just had to follow her.

“No get out of here!” Y/n whispered, trying to shoo him.

“You don’t just get to claim spots, we can share!” He told her, scooting into the small space with her. He covered it up with a piece of board that was over it before.

“Just because I’m the reigning champion does not mean you can freeload off of me.”

It was true. She was unfindable. She always spent all month preparing different spots. A few she can run from and then too, just in case.

Wally always tried his best but he was always found first.

“But you’re so selfless, and kind. I was hoping you’d be willing to make an acceptation for your dear friend.” He loaded on complements.

“Awe, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were flirting with me.” She told him in a sarcastic tone while rolling her eyes.

“I am.”

She looked at him, well tried to. It was dark and she couldn’t make out his face well. But it didn’t seem like he was joking.

Her breathe hitched. It was stuck in her throat.

“What?” She whispered, questioning if she heard him right.

Because if he said what she thinks he said, that would be absolutely ridiculous.

They both froze when they heard Rhonda’s taunting voice. She opened the door and stepped in the room.

Y/n covered Wally’s mouth. She’d deal with him later, she’s not loosing because of him.

Her heart raced as heat radiated off him in the small space. Also because Rhonda’s footsteps made their way to the counter. Where they were hiding.

After what felt like hours of waiting for the worst. It sounded like she left. Her voice trailed down the halls as she sang and teased her next victim.

If Y/n was a master hider, Rhonda was the perfect horror movie villain she was hiding from.

She slowly removed her hand, Wally swallowed hard.

“Did you say you were flirting with me?” She asked, hushed.

He didn’t skip a beat.

“Yeah, did you not know?” He asked as if it was the most obvious think in the world. “I have been, for like ever.”

She relaxed back to her original position. Contemplating.

He had been flirting with her? For how long?

“No, I didn’t know.” She quipped, crossing her arms.

Wally let out a small laugh. He corrected it immediately.

“Sorry, it’s just- I thought you...” He cleared his throat.

“I thought you liked me? No way.” She interrupted.

Wally tilted his head. Of course he liked her. He has since she’s been stuck in this horrible purgatory with him.

“Well I do.” He stated. “And now this in awkward.”

He shifted in place, trying to find something other than her face to occupy his mind.

“Why?” She asked, filling the painful silence.

It wasn’t hard for him to answer.

“Cause, you organize all these games. You make being dead kinda fun. I’ve been a lot less miserable since you came around.”

She paused, trying to find a response that didn’t make her sound uninterested or desperate. She settled on a simple explanation.

“Well it’s the least I can do, you guys have helped me a lot. I wasn’t always like this.” She told him.

“I know.”

Her head jerked to look at him, in question. She was a little disturbed. “Okay, stalker.”

“Wait no-“

“First you follow me to a small dark room, then tell me you know what I was like before I died. Sounds stalkerish to me.” She laughed.

Of course she was joking, she knew most of the living kids by names. Knew their schedules and lives. She wanted what was best for them, she was pretty protective over the kids at school. She hoped Wally felt the same when she was living.

“It’s just… I always kinda saw you.” He looked at her with those eyes again. The eyes that wanted something from her.

“Well what do you want? This is flattering but I’m not sure what it means.” She admitted not so gracefully.

“Well I’d love to kiss you, but you have your game face on.”

He’s right. She took these games very seriously.

“Meet me when I win this thing. Now out.” She pointed to the board between them and the classroom.

His eyes told her. “Come on.”

“Go on, out. Plenty of time for flirting when I’m victorious. You’re bad luck.”

“Fine.”

“And don’t rat me out! You’ll pay…”

[lipstickitty]

I Wanna Be Yours

Chapter Twelve

A/N: so sorry for the delay on this chapter, last Thursday was my Starcatcher show and I’ve been running around like crazy trying to get everything done but it’s finally finished, I hope this makes up for it!!

6k words

Warnings: 18+ ONLY minors DNI!!, demon!reader, language, fluff, mentions of sex, innuendo, teasing, drinking alcohol, pet names, blood, cheating if you really really squint, slight smut, f/f flirting, mentions of death, mentions of violence

Inspired by my bestie @gracev0609 thank you so much for always helping me with ideas and inspiring me! I love you!!!

Your alarm startled you awake at six AM sharp. Your hand slapped around blindly until you silenced the incessant beeping. You groaned as you slowly peeked your eyes open. “Honestly, 6:00 in the morning? Jake died less than twelve hours ago and we still have to get up at SIX?” You whined, kicking the blankets off of you so you wouldn’t be as tempted to roll over and go back to sleep.

After a long stretch of your stiff muscles, you climbed out of the bed and pulled the sheets and comforter back into place. You walked into the kitchen and topped off Cookies’ food and water bowl before making your way to the bathroom to run through a speedy version of your morning routine. You knew Jake and the other guys would be there in an hour or less to pick you up, their schedules becoming just a bit more rigid when tour was involved.

Cookies meowed at you as you walked back through the kitchen after your shower, towel drying your dripping hair. “Tell your father he’s lucky he’s pretty, because I wouldn’t be awake at this hour for anybody else.” You chuckled tiredly, scooping the cat up in your arms to place a kiss on his soft forehead.

You had decided to pack light, not knowing how much space there would be for your things on top of everything else. One duffel bag for clothes that you may or may not have snuck some lingerie into, and another for all of your toiletries, cat food, a small bag of cat litter, and a few other odds and ends you’d thrown in in case you needed them. It also contained the small litter pan you’d bought, and the spare food and water bowls.

Once everything was all packed up, you ran through your mental checklist a few more times to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything. A few minutes later a knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts. You swung the door open to reveal a sleepy looking Jake. “Morning, gorgeous. Coffee?” He offered you the cup he’d brought for you, taking a sip out of his own.

“You’re a fucking lifesaver, baby.” You giggled, gratefully accepting the drink.

“I have to take care of my girl.” He smiled, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “You want to get the tiny freeloader loaded in his tiny prison while I put your bags on the bus?” He asked, gesturing to the cat carrier that had been purchased solely for this occasion.

“Jake, baby, I can carry my own bags.”

“I’m well aware, but I’m here, so why should you have to?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“You’re a maniac. I love you.” You squeezed his waist as you walked past to load the cat in his carrier, or his ‘tiny prison’ as Jake had so lovingly called it.

“I’ll have you know that Josh and Sam gave me shit from the time I got home until the time I pulled my pillow over my face and went to sleep. Apparently I was ‘gone too long’. Oh and Danny made fun of my hair and called me a pillow princess so there’s that.”

You snorted. “You didn’t fix your hair before you got home?? Rookie mistake, baby!”

“I TRIED.” He whined.

You watched Jake carrying your bags outside, losing yourself in watching his ass jiggle as he walked for a minute. “Whatcha looking at, honey?” He teased.

“Your ass.” You answered honestly. “I want to bite it.”

“And I’M the maniac?” he laughed loudly. “Come on, greedy little thing. We gotta get going. I promise, both my ass and I are all yours as soon as we get to the hotel.”

“I’m holding you to that promise, Jacob.” You shot back. Jake picked up the cat carrier, only leaving you to grab your purse off the counter on your way out the door. He pulled your keys from the pocket of your shorts and locked the door behind both of you before tucking the keys safely in his own pocket.

Once the three of you made it on the bus, Jake helped you find the best spot to get Cookies set up. The two of you found the perfect places for his litter pan, food and water bowls before giving him head scratches and leaving him to get used to his new surroundings. He hadn’t been around Josh, Sam, or Danny much so you knew he’d likely avoid them for a good while until he got more comfortable.

The other guys were off somewhere, presumably in their bunks. “Bunk nap?” Jake offered. Looking at him, his eyes definitely looked sleepy, barely being held open. Knowing you had a long trip ahead of you from home to the first stop, you enthusiastically agreed.

“Can I sleep on your chest?”

“Yeah, angel, of course. Lay on top of me if you want. Just wanna be close to you.” Jake pulled your body into his and cupped your jaw, capturing your lips with his while his arms wound around your waist and held you close. Then he took your hand and led you to the bunk where he stretched out on his back and held his arms out to you. You curled into his side and threw one arm and leg over him, your head on his chest. His arms wrapped around you again, holding you as close as you could possibly get.

“Will you talk to me?” Jake mumbled, breaking the silence.

“What do you want to hear?” You chuckled quietly.

“Anything. Tell me about you. Whatever you think I should know.”

With that, you launched into your life story, only condensing the periods of time where truly nothing important had happened. Your childhood, your adolescence, how you became the person he saw in front of him today, the one he loved so dearly. He had heard a couple bits and pieces here and there but there’d been countless gaps. He had complete trust in you, he just wanted to know you. Baring your soul to him with your skin pressed against his was definitely one of the most intimate moments of your whole life.

Jake was the perfect audience, giving you his undivided attention through the entirety of your rambling. His thumbs gently stroked your skin at your waist where he held you. By the end of your story both of you were yawning, eyes feeling heavy. You let sleep carry you away wrapped securely in Jake’s arms.

“We’re at the hotel, y/n. Let’s get up to the room.” Jake’s soft voice in your ear gently woke you from your slumber, then he pressed his lips to yours once your eyes fluttered open.

“Mmm, hi…” you mumbled sleepily, stretching your stiff muscles.

“Hi, angel.” He giggled, untangling your bodies and helping you out of the bunk. Together the two of you tracked down Cookies and got him wrangled back in his carrier for the quick walk into the hotel. Jake grabbed both your bags while you carried the cat carrier and your purse, their management already at the front desk getting everyone checked in.

“We have to head to the venue here soon for soundcheck, I’d like for you to come with us but you’re more than welcome to stay here and rest if you’re still tired, love.” Jake mumbled, his head leaning on yours which rested against his shoulder.

You weren’t feeling tired anymore after your nap on the bus, you were actually super excited to go to soundcheck with them. It was your first time going on the road with them and you wanted to experience it all with Jake. You told him as much on the elevator ride up to your floor after getting your room keys.

Jake held the key up to the door until the lock clicked, then swung the door open. “Okay, sweet girl. We can drop everything off here then head over there with everyone. We shouldn’t be there too long, then I’m all yours until we have to start getting ready.”

He sat all the bags down in the corner of the room then walked back over to help you get everything set up for Cookies. You were originally worried about leaving him in the hotel room alone, but Jake had told you that he’d honestly probably rather have a little bit of time to himself while he’s adjusting to the new room. You knew you probably wouldn’t want anyone in your face while you were trying to process a new environment either, so you agreed.

The two of you changed clothes and then kissed the cat goodbye after triple checking that he had everything he would need. “Be a good boy, Cookies!” You cooed at the cat.

“You’re the man of the house while I’m gone! Don’t let anyone in!” Jake narrowed his eyes playfully at the cat.

“Yeah, and no parties either.” You giggled. “Come on Jake, everyone’s probably downstairs waiting on us.”

Jake took your hand and led you to the elevator, taking it back down to the lobby to meet the guys. “Finally, what the fuck took you so long?” Sam grumbled when he saw his brother.

“I bet I can guess, huh pillow princess?” Danny winked. Jake’s cheeks burned red. “At least you fixed your hair this time.”

“Should I tell him I was the one dreaming about riding you?” You whispered in his ear, making him cackle. With a couple questioning looks at Jake wondering why he was laughing so hard, met with a shake of head, everyone started back out towards the bus.

Sound check went off without a hitch and you were really enjoying watching all of them be so at home and in their element on stage even though the arena was still empty at that point. You couldn’t wait to watch them come alive in front of the fans later.

Jake was right about it being quick, though you never had any doubt he would be- you weren’t there very long before everyone got the okay to load back in the bus. The whole ride back to the hotel you struggled to pay attention to what Jake was saying, the image of him up on that stage with his guitar playing on loop in your head. Your thighs clenched together subconsciously making him smirk at you.

“Something on your mind, angel?” Jake quipped.

You noticed that the bus had just turned into the parking lot and parked. You leaned right in to his ear and made sure he felt the warmth of your heavy breaths on his skin before you spoke. “Wouldn’t you like to know…” you whispered before standing from the seat and walking off the bus, leaving Jake to catch up with you.

Once everyone was back in the hotel lobby, you were all reminded what time everyone needed to be back on the bus to get over to the venue on time, and then dismissed to do whatever you felt like until then.

“What do you feel like doing today, baby?” You asked after both of you had flopped down on the bed. “We still have a few hours before we have to be back.”

“I think I need a drink.” Jake replied, pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“Okay baby, you want me to text the guys and see if they feel like going for a drink?”

“Mmm, no, like a DRINK drink.” He let his eyes turn darker and you took in the slight dark circles under his eyes.

“Let’s go then honey, I think I saw a little bar about a block over when we were driving past earlier. We can just walk over there.” You squeezed his hip gently before rising from the bed and pulling your shoes back on. Jake followed suit, making sure at least one of you had a key to the room on you before walking hand in hand down to the lobby.

The walk to the bar was peaceful and before long you were walking up to the parking lot. It was still early in the day so there were only a handful of cars parked in the lot and you knew some had to be staff. After walking inside, you found a table and set your things down on it to claim it.

“You can sit, angel, I’ll get us a drink.” Jake squeezed your hand before making his way over to the bar counter and ordering your drinks.

Your gaze swept across the room, sizing everyone up, and landed on a woman about Jake’s age who had been looking directly at you until you caught her. She had long, wavy dark hair and light eyes with glossy pink heart shaped lips and a curvy build. She was wearing a simple black dress that showed off her chest and legs. You couldn’t stop yourself from wondering what it would be like to kiss her, what she would taste like. Her cheeks turned pink and she turned her head to look at Jake instead. You watched her look hungrily at him too. At that your cheeks turned pink and you felt the corner of your mouth quirk up into a little smirk.

She wanted you both. Perfect. You waited for Jake to come back to the table with the drinks before strutting over to her. “Hi, my name’s y/n. What’s yours?” You grinned at her, looking her up and down and offering your hand to shake.

“I’m Violet, hi!” She smiled, giving your hand a shake before picking up her almost empty drink once more. “Listen, if you’re together I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to stare-“

“Shhh.” You hushed. “You don’t have to be sorry, just come join us, yeah?” You gestured to the table where Jake sat waiting for you. He met your gaze with a cocked eyebrow.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude!”

“Positive! What are you drinking, babe? Go wait with Jake and I’ll get you another.” You pointed towards where the vampire was sitting, flashing his signature smirk at both of you.

“Whiskey sour?” Her eyes shyly met yours. “I’ve already had a couple but I can do one or two more.”

“You got it, I’ll be right over!” You gently pulled her in by the hand to brush a kiss to her cheek, making her blush as she walked away.

You flagged down the bartender and ordered three of them, arranging them in a triangle formation so you could safely carry all of them in your hands. Jake stood from the table to help you set down the drinks. You sat down next to Violet and across from Jake, placing a drink in front of each of you. You scooted close enough for your thigh to brush against hers.

“Good choice, pretty girl.” You smirked, raising your glass to clink with each of theirs. The three of you struck up a conversation, making polite small talk before diving in to all get to know each other a little better. Throughout the entirety of the conversation, you kept gently touching Violet- her shoulders, her back, her hands. Of course you would’ve stopped long before if she had shown any evidence of being uncomfortable, but she was giggling along and touching you right back, and her foot kept moving under the table to brush against your leg and Jake’s.

Once your glasses were empty Jake walked back up to the bar to order another round. You let your fingers sweep along Violet’s waist as you leaned in to just barely brush your lips against hers before standing up and telling her you were going to go to the bathroom while Jake was getting the drinks.

You did your business quickly before washing your hands and checking your makeup in the mirror. Satisfied that your makeup was still in place, you walked back out of the bathroom to find the table you had been sitting at vacant except for the drinks Jake must have just sat down. You looked around the bar to see if they had gone somewhere else but didn’t see either of them.

You felt worry starting to creep in. First you went outside to see if maybe they had gone out to smoke, but you had no luck there either. Having just come out of the women’s bathroom, you knew they weren’t in there, so the men’s room was your last resort. You pushed the door open to see Jake’s mouth latched onto Violet’s neck, little moans leaving his lips being muffled into her skin as he drank from her. Her face was blissed out and dreamy looking. His arms were holding her in place and his hips were rocking against her thigh. You hated to admit it but the scene you’d walked in on was turning you on immensely.

You heard a humorless, disbelieving laugh fly from your lips and Jake jerked back from Violet to meet your gaze. He opened his mouth to explain but you held your hand up to show him you weren’t interested in hearing it.

You walked right back out the way you came, pulling out your phone to order an Uber back to the hotel before making your way out to the parking lot to wait the 5 minutes for it to get there. It wasn’t a far walk but you knew Jake would follow you and try to talk about it, and the last thing you wanted in that moment was to hear his voice.

You heard the door open just before you heard him. “Angel? Please come back inside, can we talk?”

“No, that’s okay Jake, don’t let me stand in your way. Should probably go find Violet, make sure she’s alright. I’m going back to the hotel.” Your tone was cold and uncaring.

“You’re leaving? Okay, I’ll come with you.” He tried to grab your hand.

“No need. I’ll be just fine getting there on my own. I’ll meet you there later.”

“Angel, will you stop? I’m coming with you. I’m not letting you leave here by yourself.” He sighed, exasperated.

“Suit yourself.” You shrugged your shoulders, eyes going back to looking at your phone to let him know you were done talking for the moment. It was silent for the next couple minutes until the Uber pulled up.

Jake climbed in the backseat on the drivers side and you got in on the passengers side. Normally you would scoot into the middle seat to rest your head on Jake’s shoulder but you stayed put on the other side. “I love you.” He whispered, reaching for your hand.

You kept your hand where it rested in your lap and turned to look at him just for a second. “I love you too.” You rolled your eyes.

“I- I didn’t mean to- I thought-“ Jake stammered.

“Not now, Jake. Not here.” You shook your head.

“Alright.” He mumbled, then the rest of the ride to the hotel was silent.

Once you got back to your room, you flopped down on the bed with a dramatic sigh and put one arm over your eyes. You waited to feel the bed dip next to you with Jake climbing in, but instead you heard the wooden chair across the room creak when he sat down on it.

“Jake, what are you doing?” You mumbled, not taking your arm off your face. “Come get in bed.” You patted the bed next to you with your other hand.

“I just didn’t think you wanted me to.” He said in a small voice and your heart ached a little before you remembered why you were upset with him.

“I’m just mad at you. That doesn’t mean I want you to sit in the uncomfortable hotel chair all the way across the room from me. I feel better when you’re close to me, even when you’re being a shithead.” You met his eyes with your own then, trying to will him to read the sincerity in your face.

“A shithead, huh?” He tried to fight the smile growing on his lips but you still caught the corners of his mouth quirking up as he kicked his shoes off and flopped down on the bed with you.

“Yes.” You said matter-of-factly, cozying up to him and nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around you and gently pressed his lips to your temple.

“I really do love you, ya know.” Jake whispered.

You left kisses on his skin where your face rested, making him shiver. “I know, Jake. I love you too.” Then you lifted your head and leaned in to kiss him.

Jake kissed you back enthusiastically and immediately, tugging you impossibly closer and grinding his hips into yours. You felt him starting to harden in his pants. You tangled one hand in his messy hair and let the other rest on his throat, just barely pressing on the sides.

Jake groaned against your lips and you started grinding your hips in rhythm with his. “Fuck. Can I touch you? Please?” He begged.

“Do you think you’ve earned it?” You questioned, eyes narrowed.

“Mmm, no, I don’t think I deserve it. But I wanna make you feel good, make it up to you. Please?” You felt him twitch in his pants.

“Okay, Jakey. Touch me.” You gave in, pulling away from him to yank his shirt over his head.

Jake crashed your lips together in a heated kiss. He began undressing you and trailing kisses from your lips down to your neck, then your chest, and finally all down your stomach before leaning down to nibble at your inner thighs.

You were squirming under him, desperate for more than he was giving you. “Don’t tease.” You whined. “You’re still on my list.”

Jake barked a laugh and brought one hand up to your lower stomach to hold you in place. He ran the first two fingers of his other hand through your folds, feeling how wet you already were. You gasped at the touch, trying to buck your hips up into it but his grip on you had you locked in place.

You moaned when he traced a couple little circles on your clit before sliding back down to circle your entrance. It turned into a sharp gasp as he slipped two fingers into you. “Jaaaaaaake.” You moaned out when he curled those two fingers up into your g-spot.

“Yeah? C’mon angel, talk to me.” Jake begged, voice sweet as honey. With that, he ducked his head down to press a kiss over your clit before sucking it into his mouth, fingers never relenting on their assault of your sweet spot. You were writhing on the bed to the best of your ability, his strong grip making your range of motion rather limited.

“Feels so fucking good, baby.” You gasped, hands flying to tangle in his hair.

Then he added a third finger to your fluttering entrance and started alternating the suction on your clit with flicks and rolls of his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. You tugged harshly on his hair, an animalistic moan coming from deep in your chest. Jake groaned into your pussy at the sting on his scalp, speeding up his fingers and sucking harder at your clit, rolling his tongue around it.

“Jake, fuck! ‘M gonna cum, baby, don’t stop. Just like that, oh my god!” You sobbed as your orgasm hit you like a train, whiting out your vision and taking your hearing away for a minute as you rained down on Jake’s hand and face. He greedily lapped up every drop of your release he could before looking up at you through his lashes, the whole bottom half of his face covered in your slick while a few drops ran down his neck.

“Fucking delicious.” He growled, crawling back up to claim your mouth in a searing kiss. You wrapped one arm around him while the other hand squeezed his throbbing cock through his pants, palming him roughly over the fabric.

“Stand up for me, baby.” You whispered, climbing off of him so he could stand. You pushed him against the wall before kissing him again, roughly biting his bottom lip.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.” Jake groaned when your hand made its way back down to cup him over his pants.

“You’re so big, Jakey. So hard.” You breathed against his skin. You felt him twitch in your grip at your words.

“Good boy, baby. Such a good boy, being patient for me.” You cooed, thumb stroking over his cheek. He let out a high pitched whine, cock twitching again.

“Fuck, please touch me, angel. I need to feel you.” Jake pleaded, his hands resting on your hips. You squeezed him tighter, adding a bit more pressure to your strokes.

“Like this?” You asked innocently.

“Please angel, I wanna cum. Need to cum for you, I can’t go on stage like this.” Jake whined.

“Okay. So cum.” You replied in your most disinterested voice.

“W-what?” He stammered out, eyes widening in shock.

“You heard me. You need it so badly, then cum. Right here, in your pants, or not at all.” You sped up your movements over the fabric of his pants.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “No, please-“

“Okay, have fun.” You cut him off, removing your hand and making to walk away.

“No, wait!” He pleaded, hand gripping your wrist gently to keep you in place. “Please, I need you. Anything. Whatever you’ll give me.” He breathed, eyes pleading with yours for mercy.

“Okay, baby. You can grind on my hand until you make a mess in your pants but you better behave.” You warned, replacing your hand over his covered cock. He nodded with a groan, hips thrusting wildly into your hand. It didn’t take long for you to feel him pulsing in your grip, his whimpers and moans growing in both volume and pitch, and you knew he was getting close. “Come on baby, nice and messy, right here in your clothes. I wanna see it.” You cooed, bringing your lips to his neck once more. A couple wet kisses over the skin there and he was coming undone, pumping his release into his now ruined jeans.

Once Jake caught his breath, you helped him out of his jeans and boxers so he wouldn’t get uncomfortable and cleaned him up, then pulled him back onto the bed with you. “Can we just lay like this until it’s time to go?” You mumbled, pulling his head to rest on your chest and tangling your legs with his.

“Sounds good to me. Hey, can I tell you something?” Jake asked a little shyly. You nodded, waiting for him to continue. “I was hoping you’d come join us, at the bar. I hoped you’d come in and have fun with us. I didn’t actually care about her, I just wanted you.” He admitted, his head nuzzled into your chest.

You squeezed him tighter to you, kissing the top of his head. “Oh baby, I’m sorry I wouldn’t listen to you.”

“No, it’s okay, I wouldn’t have believed me in that moment either. I just wanted you to know that.”

“Well, since you were honest with me I suppose I should tell you something too… seeing you in there feeding from her and grinding against her like a slut actually really turned me on. I just couldn’t admit that to you yet.” You giggled.

Jake faked a dramatic gasp, lifting his head to face you. “Angel, you lied to me?” He pretended to be offended but he couldn’t keep the grin off his face.

You leaned in and bit his shoulder. “Ow!” He shouted through a laugh. You stayed curled up in bed with each other for a little while longer before finally getting up and getting in the shower together. You washed his hair for him and he ran the conditioner through yours for you. After that, you both redressed and made sure Cookies still had everything he needed before heading back down to the lobby to load up on the bus with everyone.

Everything seemed to go so fast once you arrived back at the venue. All the boys were being pulled in a million different directions, everyone was getting everything set up and ready to go. You’d thought seeing Jake up on the stage with his guitar in normal clothes was dangerous but you never could’ve prepared for seeing him in his suit, all smudged out eyeliner and dripping sex. He caught you staring and smirked. “Something on your mind, angel?” He chuckled.

“Mm, maybe a couple things. Nothing important.” You teased, leaning in and planting a big kiss on his lips.

“Ouch.” Jake pretended to gasp, pulling you closer and squeezing your ass.

“Jake, there are thousands of people in this arena. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“I don’t see any of them in here…” he took a dramatic walk around his dressing room, peeking behind curtains and furniture. “Do you?” He crossed the room again, pulling you back into his arms. He tugged your body right against his, locking his arms around you to keep you in place.

“Jacob Thomas. We don’t have time for this.” You giggled, giving him a sweet kiss on his lips and teasingly pinching his side. You knew he only had around fifteen minutes left before he had to go on.

Jake scoffed, “I could definitely get you off before I have to go.” With a roll of his eyes.

“And show all the screaming fans how hard you are in your pretty pants? I don’t think so, baby.” Your words made Jake pout so you kissed all over his face until he caved and cracked a smile. “Look at me.” You used one finger under his chin to bring his gaze to yours.

“If we had the time right now I’d be all over you, baby.” You watched the corners of his lips try to quirk up into a grin but he suppressed it before he thought you’d noticed. “That’s what you wanted to hear, right? Even though you already know that I want you, just like everyone else in this arena tonight? Just need your ego stroked a little, hmm?”

He cleared his throat and forced his face into a neutral expression. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, angel.”

“Sure you don’t, Jacob.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “After the show we’re going out for drinks with your brothers and then you can do whatever you want to me, baby.”

“Don’t tell me that, honey.” He groaned, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Sorry, sorry.” You tried to suppress your giggles, pulling him in for another kiss before he had to go. He wrapped his arms tighter around your waist, squeezing you to him, grounding himself with your touch. Not everyone knew, but Jake would almost always get nervous before shows, so desperate to prove himself to everyone that saw him play.

“You’re gonna be amazing, baby. I’m so fucking proud of you. I’ll be watching the whole time.” You squeezed his hands as you both stepped away from the embrace.

“I love you.” He breathed, eyes wide as he checked his reflection in the mirror one last time before holding the door open for the two of you to walk out towards the stage.

“And I love you, Jakey.” You brushed your hand against his hip lovingly before he stepped into his position behind the curtain. He met your eyes over his shoulder once more and you gave him a big smile and thumbs up making him grin.

The noise in the arena had been gradually increasing over the last little bit but when the curtain dropped it became a thunderous roar and you knew why Jake was so passionate about what he does. You’d known he would be, but Jake was electric as soon as he played the first notes. He channeled all his anxiety and nervousness into his performance, feeling the music and making everyone else feel it too. You were in awe of him, trying to watch all four of the boys at once and finding yourself entranced by it all. You knew then that you made the right decision coming on tour with the band, you wouldn’t trade seeing him like this for anything.

Jake came running off the stage to you a sweaty mess, eyeliner smudged a little more from where it ran and hair wild from throwing it out of his face. “You were incredible, baby!” You cheered, throwing yourself into his arms.

Jake caught you, trying to keep his sweaty hands off your body as best he could. “‘M all sweaty, angel.” He chuckled.

“Don’t care.” You giggled, kissing his sweaty cheek and then his lips. “I’m going home with a rockstar tonight.”

He threw his head back and laughed, lacing his fingers with yours. “And every other night, my love. C’mon, I need a shower and a drink.” He led you by the hand back to his dressing room where he quickly stripped down and jumped in the shower.

You shamelessly admired his ass when he turned to face the water, cheeks turning a little pink when he turned back around and caught you staring. “You know, that’s not the first time today I’ve caught you staring, angel.” Jake said with a smirk.

“Nope, probably won’t be the last either. And you wanna know a secret? You didn’t catch me every time.” You quipped back.

“Ooh, scandalous.”

“Shut up and shower, Kiszka.”

“Patience is a virtue, Y/N.”

“Yeah, one I don’t possess. Let’s go!” You were excited to recap the show with the guys over a few drinks, and even more excited to finally get your hands on Jake back at the hotel.

The boys had you laughing so hard tears were streaming down your face recounting the events of the evening as well as telling you some old stories you’d never heard before. You had a few cocktails, the guys all had a few rounds, and everyone was in good spirits as all of you made your way out of the bar.

Everyone was still talking and laughing, barely paying any attention to anything outside of your group when the chatter was cut off with a shout. Everyone spun around to see a strange man grasping Josh by the arm, wrenching it behind his back and spinning him around, pinning him face first against the bricks outside the building. You started running as soon as you registered what was happening, but Jake was way faster.

He sprinted over to his twin faster than even the stranger had expected, catching him off guard when Jake ran up on him and wrapped his hands around the man’s throat. He squeezed tightly, cutting off airflow making the man release his hold on Josh.

You ran over to Josh while Jake was occupied, cupping his face in your hands and fussing over the scrapes on his cheek and nose. “Y/N I’m fine, we have to help Jake!” Josh urged, gripping your hand and spinning you both around to face the two of them.

What you saw was shocking. Jake had effectively ripped the man’s head off (another demon, Jake informed everyone). Dark blood coated the pavement beneath your feet and soaked Jake nearly head to toe. He was panting, eyes nearly black as he snapped out of his trance and let the head hit the ground with a sickening sound.

“I’m sorry, I-“ Jake stuttered, staring at his blood soaked hands in shock.

“You fucking saved me, Jake, don’t be sorry.” Josh breathed, pulling his twin into a crushing embrace, getting blood all over his clothes yet again by hugging his brother.

“Are you okay, baby?” You stroked Jake’s bloody cheek with your thumb, using the spare hair tie you had on your wrist to tie his hair back for him.

“I’m okay, I’m fine. Josh, are you okay? When I saw him grab you I fucking panicked.” Jake rushed out.

“I’m okay. I promise.” Josh assured him, always the one to comfort his brothers. “Let’s get this shit cleaned up.”

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[the-starry-seas]

Heyyy~ For the ask game: B D E J R X with the choosen ship of yours <3

mwah <3 also this ask game has made me realise that I don't actually know what rarepairs are in my fandoms LOL but this one is for Han and Lando!

B - What's your favorite thing about this ship?

They simply annoy the ever-living fuck out of each other constantly. Like you can absolutely see them arguing with each other as foreplay, My Cousin Vinny style. They're both that 'scoundrel with a heart of gold' sort of type of character and I simpy love that in a ship.

Also they have history! Such history! And I love when you can have an 'old friend' dynamic like Magneto and Prof X. Also I really need Han to know that Lando's full name is *checks notes* Landonis Balthazar Calrissian. Who did that.

Bickering like an old married couple, constantly tricking each other, the custody arguments over the Falcon are legendary, they bring up so many past misbehaviours to one-up each other, but at the end of the day... they're stealing from each others' hotel rooms and leaving a note signed with a "be better next time <3", and I love that for them.

D- Is this ship an OTP or do you also multiship these characters with other people? If the latter, is it your favorite of the multiships? Why or why not?

I don't ship Lando with anyone else. But alas Han/Lando cannot beat Han/Leia... I simply love Leia too much.

E - Do you have any favorite headcanons for this ship?

Whenever they hook up, they steal the Falcon from each other. It's just an expected thing at this point.

Lando is a snacker and keeps getting crumbs in the bed and Han is ready to stab him every time because food! goes! in! the! kitchen!

They have matching tattoos. Yes they were drunk. No neither of them have ever looked into getting it removed. (They're tramp stamps of the Falcon.)

Lando always brings champagne to their hookups even if he doesn't have any notice. It lowkey annoys Han because where does he even get it from???

They always go to the same hotel and never have use the same name or credit card. The desk staff is all well aware of what's happening and think they're funny.

Han showed up with a beard once and Lando reflexively shot at him.

Han likes flipping poker chips in the air when he's bored. It drives Lando nuts because Han uses the metal chips that are shiny and catch Lando's eye and distract him.

Once they accidentally set a hotel room on fire by knocking over a table with candles on it. They both say the other did it on purpose.

They always go halves on dinner/date costs while snarking at each other the whole time about freeloading and handouts and sugar daddies. They've confused so many waiters.

J - What kind of dynamic(s) does this ship have or do you imagine it would have (friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, A fell first B fell harder, etc.)?

Oh this is absolutely enemies to lovers LOL Plus some slow burn, I think... they're snarky and eyefucking but they don't realise it's what they're doing for... a while. Everyone else does, it's fine, and are so deeply annoyed with them. They're both the kind of people who flirt with everyone so it's a while before they realise they're serious about each other and not just angling for a one night stand like they would be with anyone else.

R - Are there any songs you associate with this ship?

Ooh! Yes! For more general vibes, I looove Always Gold by Radical Face. And they said you were the crooked kind / And that you'd never have no worth / But you were always gold to me

Devil's Backbone by The Civil Wars - Don't care if he's guilty, don't care if he's not / He's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got

Baby by Bishop Briggs - My baby's misunderstood / How could something so bad look so damn good / Yeah he's still my baby / Yeah he's fuckin' crazy but he's still my baby

After the whole 'sold Han out to Vader' thing, you have the sad love song called Never Love An Anchor. With this heart of mine that's guilty, not remorseful / There is love that doesn't have a place to rest

Minefields by Faouzia & John Legend - Maybe I'm just a fool / I still belong with you / Anywhere you, anywhere you are / These minefields that I walk through / What I risk to be close to you

Also, while not a song, there's a poem with the line: I do not want to see him go up in flames the way all heroes end up martyrs. And hm. Yeah.

X - What are their primary love languages and how do they prefer to express their love for each other?

Is 'annoying each other' a love language? Acts of disservice, perhaps? Jokes aside I think they share gift-giving and words of affirmation and neither of them will admit it. They have an inordinate amount of trinkets, however. Mutual praise kink, woo!

[loopy777]

Not that everyone has to have kids, but why do you think Bumi II and Kya II didnt have any kids of their own? Was it because of how Aang wasnt a great dad to them?

Psychologically, their issues with Aang might be the deep-down bedrock-level root cause, but I'm not psychologist and we're talking about cartoon characters, so let's go a few levels higher.

First of all, I want to say that I agree people don't have to have kids. I'm almost certainly never going to have kids. I say this because I don't want my next statement is be misinterpreted:

Bumi and Kya are not complete people.

Think about it. Neither one has any friends. Neither one has a home of their own. Neither one has any kind of community outside their mother and their brother (and Tenzin's family in turn, which includes Korra and her various hanger-ons). Bumi had a purpose in his life with his military career, but he gives that up before we've even heard him utter a single complete sentence, in favor of becoming a freeloader in his brother's place. Kya supposedly traveled the world, but when Aang died she came back to the South Pole to supposedly help Katara- and yet she produces no contacts or information during the story's world-spanning adventures, and Korra never met her before Book Spirits.

How could either of these people consider having kids? I'm not sure they know how to have a conversation with anyone who isn't involved with Avatar Business in some way.

Even if either one theoretically managed to acquire a kid, I don't think that would make them complete people. I can honestly see both of them dropping their kid off with Tenzin and fleeing. Or else showing up at Tenzin's doorstep for his and his family's help raising the kid.

Now, maybe their inability to form connections with literally any other human being they're not related to is because of Aang's parenting. But I don't think the story's intention is for Bumi and Kya to be that damaged by their childhood. And, as long as we're looking at things from a meta-perspective, let's admit that the real reason for this portrayal is because LoK is about Korra, and Bumi'n'Kya are in an outer orbit around her compared to the more consistent cast (and even Asami literally has no one in her life but Korra and Mako and Varrick). However, the result is that Bumi had an entire military career but no old veteran buddies, and Kya is the franchise's first confirmed lesbian but has never so much as been depicted as flirting with someone never mind actually engaging in a romance.

All we have to work with is the text of the story, and that says that neither Bumi nor Kya are outgoing enough to consider procreating. The fandom likes to imagine past relationships for them with Toph's kids or Izumi, but let's face it- those kids probably would have rather died than dated one of Aang's kids, except for Lin, who wishes she had died instead of dating Tenzin, and even she never had so much as a conversation with Bumi or Kya.

If we wanted to repair this portrayal, there are some options. We could say that Bumi preferred to focus on his career, or just have someone Korra's age show up one day and say, "Nice to meet you, Dad. Remember that cute Si Wong sandbender 20 years ago?"

For Kya, it could be even easier; just introduce her grown child as someone everyone already knows about and is familiar with (except Korra, who can serve as our audience POV) and who coincidentally has never been mentioned before now despite there being plenty of logical places where it should have happened. (It's a tried and true LoK storytelling tactic! :P) Or talk about the difficulties that a lesbian seeking to have a child would encounter in the Avatar world. Or just give her a personal reason for not having a kid while also establishing that she has friends and lovers around the world.

The possibilities are endless when you treat Bumi and Kya as actual characters.

[savingthrcw]

what if the point of her character is that she doesn't have a super specific past or personality because she's The Liar which can make her fit in pretty much any fandom - birth name is Elizabeth but the name she feels most real to her is Stella, because it was given to her by her baby sister. Goes by whatever name feels more appropriate around your muse.

And like, when she's herself she's chill and uncaring at the same time, would definitely spend her days having cocktails by a pool after a night of dancing, either living the Life or eating McDonald to cure her hungover (or the historical version of trash food), can't stop conning even if she's rich because she still can't resist a good crime, probably has a mountain of diamonds somewhere. Especially can't stop when she can punish someone who is being cruel.

But when she's LYING, she can be anything and anyone. Her gift, which she excels at, has always been to lie/con/act, BUT she decided to use it for good after she found out how nice it felt to help people (Leverage style) or avenge them or whatever else she can offer, and she's the kind of conwoman who gets Christmas cards from her former marks because either they never found out she tricked them or were still charmed after discovering the fact (again, Leverage style, if you've seen it think of Sophie). She WILL even give away her beloved money if it means saving people, but she'll do it while complaining a lot. She will destroy those who scam sick people too. She's got no fighting skills but has connections that can make her dangerous.

If you want to interact maybe she's "working" or maybe she's at the point of retiring, or she's being hired to do her job by the other person, or, more easily, your muse or a person close to your muse is the NICE type, and she feels compelled to help when they are in trouble, especially if it means freeloading for a while. She could be in the police's radar in certain fandoms and tasked to help (technically there is no charge against her whether because her fake identities are the wanted criminals or because like I said her marks just can't hold it against her)

shippy wise: she's only good at flirting when she's acting a role (she gets shy if flirted with otherwise, she's not that smooth). I historical/fantasy fandoms she's a widow, who impulse-married a boy she was in love with as soon as she was of age, already thinking of retiring by then and staying out of the game while married (because yes, she was already into this as a kid, her whole family is a mess of criminals) but he died a couple of years later and she was done with romantic commitment for the time being, at least in her real personal life. In modern verses she didn't marry the guy, life just got harder so they simply split up and she went back to what she was good at. Also, she DOESN'T sleep with her marks to con them, she only sleeps with men she actually likes. She claims it's because it'd make the game too easy and she likes a challenge. If a guy is too kind and gullible as opposed to a gullible bastard, she CANNOT con him, she doesn't have the heart for that.

and if anyone is interested let me know!

specific of fandoms where she can't just be human:

baldur's gate 3: a bard with very high charisma and deception obviously, and maybe spells to charm people.

dragon age: rogue and spy, bit like Leliana. Still has spells to charm enemies.

grishaverse: a tailor who specialized in changing her own face first but besides that she's the same person from the bio

marvel/DC: can be a completely normal person dragged in for her ability to lie or, if it works better for our plot, an alien with the same skills but also the ability to make people believe ONE lie at a time until she drops it (the rest is up to her regular acting)

ouat: part of Robin Hood's gang at first but moved because she wants to make more money, would be a tax collector when cursed

merlin: a sorceress that has obviously a lot of extra charming powers but much like in the mcu cannot and will not abuse of that power

icons not mine! credit to hollowedartist and buffyism

[riverjester]

Five times that Ling tried to flirt with Ed

AO3

1.

Edward didn't have a second of alone time during those days in Rush Valley before they left for Central. Al was suspiciously absent — doing who knows what — and Winry was busy fixing his arm and running other errands and commissions for the atelier. But even so, Ed had never been pestered as much as now. The Xinguese jerk hadn’t been lying when he’d promised him he’d stick to him like a leech. It felt like Ling just barely left him alone long enough to take a shit. It was just him, too. His guards seemed to have disappeared, though whether that was better or worse, he couldn’t say.

"Worse," he decided after a few minutes of deliberation. Maybe if the old man and the girl were there, the three of them would huddle up together and whisper in Xinguese amongst themselves like gossips or connivers and leave him alone. No, instead, he had to endure Ling on his own for three days, like Atlas holding the globe. A globe in the form of an annoying freeloader.

Winry had laughed in his face when he’d gone to vent to her.

“This is what you’re stuck with now, for ruining your automail. Reap what you’ve sown.”

“I didn’t sow shit," he had complained. “Literally all I did yesterday was being a good Samaritan and—“

“Al was. He told me you suggested leaving him in the alley.”

“I was fucking kidding! But you know what? In hindsight, we really should’ve just left him there to his fate. It’s not just that he’s a bastard, Win, he’s insufferable.”

“I think he’s nice.”

“What.”

“Ed, listen.” She had stopped screwing in the hand she was working on to turn and face him. “I understand the caution, I do think you should be cautious. I don’t know if he can be trusted either. But you’ve gone, what, five years without making a friend who isn’t military?” She had shrugged. Ed had looked at her with the most betrayed of eyes at that low blow. “Al’s right. Loosen up a bit. Try to get along with him. It might do us some good too.”

So that’s how things stood for Edward Elric. Abandoned by his little brother and betrayed by his best friend. Alone in his struggle not to burst every time Ling came by to annoy the shit out of him.

Like right now, when (horrifyingly) they were all alone in the atelier, because Al was running errands and Garfiel and Winry were attending a client at her house. (Ed had wanted to go run the errands. He hadn’t been allowed.) Maybe they weren’t alone, maybe Ling’s guards were watching from the shadows — which gave him the creeps a little. But it didn’t really matter for the situation at hand.

Ed drummed his fingers on the open pages of his notepad, which were covered in chemical formulas and sketches of arrays. It wasn’t anything to do with the philosopher’s stone or the homunculi or any of that stuff, obviously, because, although Ling had said that he knew nothing of alkahestry or alchemy, Ling had also ordered his bodyguard to put a knife to Ed’s neck, so. His paranoia was justified. Al would have said that it wasn’t. But it was.

“I have never seen Amestrian alchemy studies so close before.”

Ed gave him a sidelong glance, his eyebrow twitching irritably.

“Bet you wouldn’t miss anything if you moved away.”

He was trapped at the table corner against the wall. He hadn’t been sitting there, at first. He had sat at the open corner of the table — and after a while Ling had come and sat next to him. Ed had slowly moved away as he pretended to be paying extremely close attention to his equations, rather than to the way the other boy sprawled out on the bench, leaning on Ed’s shoulder, seemingly distracted and idle. Neither was fooling himself or the other, though. For about a quarter of an hour, they progressed gradually but with intent up the workbench, until finally Ed’s shoulder pressed against the wall. Really, it had been his mistake, sitting on a dead-end bench in the first place.

He hadn’t risen hell yet only because Winry had expressly asked him not to start another fight. And also because Lan Fan was very capable of throwing a kunai at his face and hitting the target if he so much as breathed wrong in her dear young lord’s direction. He didn’t want to test his luck with her again.

Ling hummed. Ed could have sworn he sprawled even more — now their thighs were touching. Before he could yell at him or punch him or both, the jerk opened his mouth again, "But if I am farther away, I will not get as good a view.”

Ed frowned.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ling’s stupid grin took on a bit of the edge that Ed was already learning to be wary of. He put his chin on his hand.

“You get such an intense look on your face whilst deep in thought. Or, rather, more intense than usual.” He waved his hand. The smile returned to its usual levels of goofiness. “It is very attractive, you know?”

Huh?

“Pardon?”

“Attractive," Ling repeated. Ed continued to stare at him in utter confusion. “Your eyes are beautiful enough as it is, but when you are trying to come up with an answer that escapes you? Utterly captivating. It is the exact same look you are giving me now, in fact. Which is undeserved, by the way.” He put a hand on his heart and made eyes at him. Made. Eyes. At him. “I am an open book — nothing but honest with you.”

Right.

As mother-fucking if.

“What the fuck are you talking about? What’re you trying?”

Ling cocked his head to one side like an innocent, confused puppy.

“Me? Nothing that isn’t obvious.”

“Nothing that isn’t obvious!” he yelled, and whoever said that his voice cracked, they’d be a damn liar. “Yeah, right! Like I’m gonna believe that one! What do you think you’re doing trying to, to— trying to—!”

“Flirt?”

Ed could have screamed. Instead, he rose to one knee on the bench, towering a few inches above Ling. He glared at him with what was, in his opinion, his most intimidating scowl.

“You want me to let my guard down, or whatever. Like I’ll loosen my tongue and tell you what I know about the philosopher’s stone. But it won’t work.” He narrowed his eyes and pointed at him with his finger. “And like fucking hell you’re being honest, you snake, but you are an open book. I know what you’re about.”

The corners of Ling’s lips twitched for a second with real amusement. He cocked his head again, but instead of looking like a puppy, his eyes now seemed to say, "Oh, yeah? Do tell." He sat up slightly. Their faces were now mere inches apart.

“Well, I may have some hidden motives, but that should not mean that my apparent intentions are any less genuine. I believe the expression is ‘playing both sides,’ no?”

Ed stared at him wide-eyed for a few seconds before shoving him so hard that Ling’s head almost bounced on the bench. He then slammed his notebook shut and jumped over the table.

The proud part of him wanted to leave the atelier without another word, before the stupid fucking richboy could see that his face was lit so red that it could’ve probably worked as a light-house.

(That was useless, as a matter of fact. He hadn’t noticed until then, focused as he was on trying to figure out what Ling was up to, but he’d been blushing ever since he’d felt the pressure of his leg against his. The flesh leg, too, not the metal one, to top it all off).

But, unsurprisingly, anger won out and he turned one last time, his finger pointing threateningly. Ling was rubbing his head, looking truly annoyed for the first time since Ed had met him.

"Good," he thought viciously.

“Get away from me or next time you’re getting kicked in the mouth! With the metal foot!” He breathed in heavily. To his horror, he found that he was short of breath. “Fuck off!”

And with that last yell, he strode out of Garfiel’s atelier.

Half an hour later, after taking a walk down the street and calming down, he realised that he had given Ling confirmation of something that he surely had suspected, but that he wouldn’t have been certain of before. Edward had admitted that he knew something about philosopher’s stones.

He cursed and kicked a bin.

To be continued in: 2.

[the-night-writer1]

Normal Days

Evil mk timeline C other wise known as the he survived au. In which Shan survived the incident but it extremely changed his way of life.

5:30 in morning.

Shanyao sighed as he looked at his clock. He was the only one up and his phone was too far away. He needed to charge it last night so Pigsy plugged it in next to his broken voice board all the way on Shanyao's desk. Shan's wheelchair was parked at the end of the bed thus he'd have to wait for someone else to get it.

Which was his own fault, he thought he'd be asleep until seven today but dammit he woke up early. Mr. Pigsy was great at having things setup when Shan slept to his normal time. This was just one of those days were he messed up their well versed routine. Shanyao's grabber could only reach his whiteboard and marker which were useless when Shan was the only one awake.

At least he didn't wake up in pain, he just woke up early today. Waiting wasn't to bad, he had thinking time. Yelling wasn't a possibility as the loudest he could get was barely a whisper. He really needed to get a button or something in the future if he made enough from recycling.

He'd probably go out today, Shan had definitely recovered from his cold so Mk couldn't stop him. Maybe he'd get something for Mk too. His brother been rather stressed out lately. He had a good bit of money for at least a small plush.

Shan had his whiteboard so the voice board could wait. Surely Mr.Pigsy agree his brother's mental health was important.

7:35am

"Sorry about bein slow today Shan wasn't expectin ya to be up yet" Pigsy apologized as he was pouring tea into Shan's mug. Shan gave him a reassuring smile as Tang brought over Shanyao's morning meds. Tang shown up early today so at least Pigsy had someone he could hold a proper conversation with during breakfast. Shan still had no idea why the two weren't dating yet.

"hey it happens Pigsy, your too hard on yourself" Tang said as he ruffled Shan's hair," it's not the end of the world right Shan?"

Shan nodded in agreement as Pigsy put his cup in front of him still a bit upset. Pigsy was always a bit upset if Shan was left waiting. Wasn't Pigsy's fault, no one's really.

"Tang he was left layin' there fer at least an hour and half because I put his phone too far away." Pigsy grumbled as he pulled out his wok to start breakfast," I need to put a good TV in ya room kiddo so you aren't stuck reading the same comics over and over"

Shan sighed as he took his pills, he didn't need a fancy TV in his room. He didn't want Pigsy spending that kind of money on him. The pig demon already took care of him with no payment and had been for years. Shan couldn't even pay a proper rent so he felt it was undeserved.

I don't need a TV guys I'm fine with my books Shanyao quickly wrote down on his whiteboard. He put his marker down after he finished writing the sentence before lifting the whiteboard with his hand to show the two older men.

"Shan he just wants you to have options when you're in your room. A little TV time never hurt anyone " Tang said as he patted Shan's back. Shan still didn't want Pigsy getting a TV for him . He frowned a bit at the thought.

"Let me get ya stuff sometimes kiddo ya been living here with me for three years." Pigsy said as he was cooking. Shan still didn't think he deserved it. He wished he could at least pay rent. Maybe he could text Mk about it after breakfast since it was Tuesday. Tuesdays usually meant that mk was looking for art references or more recently training with the monkey king.

Shan found himself thinking about that recent change as Tang and Pigsy started talking about something. Probably the normal freeloader flirting. He wondered if Wukong was pushing Mk too far and that was why his brother was so stressed out?

He couldn't get Mk to talk about it but his brother could also just be too engrossed in being the monkey king's successor. Possibly it was the art commissions for that Lee guy Mk was working for too. Shan didn't know how to think about Lee. He had met the man recently and Shan felt like something was off.

He was too hands on with mk for Shanyao's liking. His brother had a boyfriend! Shan didn't know their real name but Cherry bomb probably wouldn't like that guy.

10:30am

"Hey Bro what are your plans today?" Mk asked as he took a seat next Shanyao's chair. That energetic smile on Mk's face made Shan smile back. He quickly popped the lid off his marker to reply.

I plan on at least going outside what about you? Shanyao wrote before showing his brother. Mk cleaned the whiteboard with his shirt before replying to Shan. It was something he always did so Shan could quickly reply.

"Lee invited us both to lunch at the weather station that sounds fun right?" Mk asked cheerfully as Shan looked at him a bit confused. Why was that guy inviting him to lunch? Mk was the artist not Shan.

Also could Shan even get into the weather station? He never been there before so that was a honest question. Shan been kind of left behind when the gang went there to fight the Red bull guy. Which was understandable he would have only been in the way and he did get to meet the monkey king.

Guy was actually really nice, even refilled his mug for him before going to check on Xiaotian. Shan didn't have the heart to answer the monkey king's question though. He barely knew the man and Mk probably would tell Wukong at some point right? Wait wait he was supposed to be thinking about how to get in the weather station. They probably had an elevator right?

Does the weather station have a elevator? Shanyao wrote on the whiteboard once more.

"Yes they do that's how people normally get to restaurant and Lee got us a private room" Mk stated as he pulled out his phone to show Shan the inside of the weather station," you'll have plenty of room to move around and they only have ramps so no bumps to worry about "

Another question what about Cherry bomb are they okay with your commissioner buying us lunch?

"why wouldn't -" Mk questioned before he face palmed and started laughing," fuck Shanny did I forget to tell you Lee is Cherry bomb? My bad. I should have told you that when I introduced you."

Shan snorted at his brother's laughter. Of course Mk forget to clear that up. He just didn't think Lee would have been Mk's type. Then again Mk did meet him online so maybe there was more to Lee than Shanyao knew about at the moment.

Lee did get Mk a new place to live after all where mk isn't miserable. Shan still felt bad that mk chose to live in that shitty apartment for so long because of him. He'd give anything to have someone beat up that landlord who refused to fix the elevator. Shanyao knew Mk only moved there to be close enough to the shop after Pigsy took Shan in.

Pigsy would have let mk move in if he asked but mk never asked. He only stayed the first few weeks with Shan as he didn't want to take the focus. It worried Shanny a lot. He knew how hard it was for Mk too do so.

He loved his brother but mk never liked being pushed ahead all the time. Shan wanted to make sure Mk was ok. The only argument they really had was over Mk getting therapy. He got therapy in the hospital but Mk refused it at every turn. Shanyao's point was that mk could be just as mentally hurt as Shan had been physically. Mk's point was that Shanyao need the therapy more because he at the time needed help adapting.

However Mk seem okay for the most part other than that stress Shanyao could sense clinging to him lately. Maybe Lee could help lessened that.

[heartelysia]

good kid, maad city

"just to say money tree is the perfect place for shade!" ; youre his stepdaughter, nothing more

cw ; stepcest/puesdo cest, brat taming, modern au, mentioned shui kong (knock me tf up pls), creep toji, perverted behaviour, age gap, mommy/daddy kink, implied semi public sex, breeding/creampie, choking, cheating, p in v, double penetration, implied smut

note ; WHEN I FUCKING POSTED THIS PRIVATELY AND HAD TO COPY EVERYTHING OVER PARAGRAPH BY PARAGRAPH 🤬🤬🤬🤬 me losing ny shit for the 5th time cuz data is expensive but wifi is dogshit SO NOTHING FUCKING SAVES WHEN I WANT IT TOO!!!! 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 [m.list]

how fucking pathetic. he said it himself - romance was a scene made for everybody else but him - so how the hell did he find himself trapped in a one-sided marriage? toji knew he was never one to settle down, he jumped from women to women for money and all he had to do was give out medicore sex because nobody gave a shit since he was that attractive.

but when he met a hot as fuck woman who happened to be a filthy rich real estate agent, toji knew he had to pounce onto that opportunity. he did everything he could in his power to get her around his finger, from basic flirting and sex where he actually made an effort to him taking her out on semi-expensive dates with the money he made from previous hookups.

during one eventful evening after their date, the real estate agent mentions a child. toji instantly grimaces, he fucking hated anybody under the age of 14 but when he was shown a photo of his girlfriends kid - he was obsessed. he stayed for you the daughter his gorgeous now-wife had.

sure, his wife was hot and when she mentioned having a kid but he did not expect the kid to be a full blown adult who was fincially stable and fucking stunning. (made him wonder who was the hot stud that knocked your mother up.)

more days than not, toji would be hammering his fat cock into your sobbing mothers pussy, forcing her to take it from behind so he could finally imagine that it was his beautiful stepdaughter taking his cock. he would have to resort to calling his wife by her last name to not accidently have your name slip out. tojis sex drive has been at an all time high when he found out his daughter would have to move back in with him and his wife thanks due to your new workplaces location.

and boy did you pick up on tojis weird behaviour. the lingering touches when he hugged you for the first time? the creepy stares he shoots you as you helps his wife cook? the oddly intimiate comments he makes frequently? the way some of your undergarments would go missing for a period of time just to come back with the smell of frebreeze?

toji was a fucking creep.

a creep that you fucked - regularly. as your mother was the breadwinner of the household, all toji had to do was freeload off of her hardwork. that alone fueled the hatred you had for your sexy stepfather.

how long as it been since you hooked up with your stepfather? about 2 days before your mother broke the news and yet your entire body is still sore like it was the first day. maybe the aching pain wouldve been at the back of your mind if that perverted fuck didnt slap the underside of your already-red ass constantly.

"what the fuck?!", you hiss lowly, shooting a flustered glare at toji, placing your hand on your ass to soothe the pain as he grins ear to ear at your embarrassment. with your face nuzzled into his chest, you couldnt do much beside whine and shoot glares at the man whilst his hand wandered lower and lower.

he rakes his thick, calloused hand all over your body, like he was attempting to carve the image of you into his mind. you shudder in his grasp, softly whining under your breath as your cheeks slowly become flush. "quit it creep! m..mom can come back from work at anytime!"

"trust me princess, shes busy selling houses with the new intern... suguru was it? shes with him.", toji scoffs, his eyebrow twitching at the mention of his cheating wife. he quickly brushes the negative emotion aside before he looks back down at his daughter, gently patting your cheeks as his thumb grazed your slightly chapped lips. "fuck, i shouldve just went for you when i had the chance doll."

you scoff. "youre unbelievable.", a pathetic whine bubbles in your throat as tojis hand crawls down and cups your cunt.

"oh please sweetheart. you should start browsing porn sites in incognito. whats with the 'stepdad pounds his daughter' hm?", he speaks in a condensending tone, his thick fingers spreading your pussy lips open as his other hand comes up to forcefully part your glossy lips.

toji spits into your mouth, grinning evilly at the dumbfounded expression on your face as he pats your chin, signalling for you to swallow. "maybe daddy should get mr kong for you baby.", he slyly suggests whilst hooking his muscular arms underneath your plush thighs, pushing your back up againdt the wall as his pelvis made contact with your messy panties. "you would like that wouldnt you? sandwiched between me and mr kong.", toji sneers, a wicked grin growing on his lips at your widened eyes and flushed cheeks.

you shake your head furiously at the perverted but true accusatsaion. cheeks blossoming into a bright tomato red as your head runs around in circles with the idea of shui kong and your stepfather.

toji laughs. playfully tapping your ass before ripping a hole in your pajamas where your crotch was. your eyes bulged out of your head as you watched the fabric drop to the floor, your stepfathers cocky smirk growing. "panty-less?"

a shaky scoff makes it past your lips. "im staying home, i wasnt planning on going out perv."

your stepfather shrugs, pushing your back against the wall with one hand as he pulls his sweats down along with his boxers, his aching cock dripping with precum, his mushroom tip slapping his abdomen whilst it throbbed with need. you bite back a needy whine, you couldve swore you felt your cunt tremble and leak at the sight of tojis vein pulsating.

when the sunlight decides to beam through the open window of the living room, your eyes go wide as you whip your head to the window. you smack tojis arm, "toji! the curtains, just- just go to my room.", you huff, gazing at toji yet somehow that gaze always landed back onto his angry cock.

toji seemed to not care, a small disgruntled hum was his answer. you smack his arm again to express your worry, he just shoots you a small glare, "dont care, anyone can watch as i pound your pussy.", he growls, spitting onto your cunt as he rubs his saliva all over your lips. you hissed at him in embarrassment, digging your nails into his skin.

god please give him a punishment worse than death.

with your beloved mother out of the city for a long weekend at a friends wedding - toji seized the chance. you remember how damn disgruntled you were, a resting bitch face for the entire time you were with your friends after you recieved the news of her departure.

against your better judgement to rent a hotel for 3 days, you listened to your mothers pleads with an irritated sigh. thats most likely why you ended up in this predicatment.

with your eyes glued to your balled up hands in your lap, your stepfather across from you and having the waiter eyeing you up and down. every passing moment seemed to irk you more and more, occasionally looking up from your lap to take an awkward sip out of your overpriced drink toji paid for.

your hand wraps around the fancy glass body of your drink to angle the straw better between your glossy lips - a small habit that you constantly did, never going unnoticed by your stepfather. tojis casual small talk with the waiter never faltered, the same man constantly coming back and forth with random desserts ordered and a side of nonstop chatter.

you wouldve blanked out as per usual if it wasnt for tojis calloused hand tapping rhythmically on the back of yours, your brows furrow slightly at the action. your coloured irises meet his, lips threatening to tug into a frown at the sight of his sultry gaze whilst praising you to the waiter who seemed somewhat uncomfortable.

"shes a shy one.", his hearty chuckle makes your blood boil as the waiter merely laughs and places down the parfait before leaving. toji turns his attention back to your unmasked agitation as a smirk tugs at his thin lip, "whats wrong kiddo?", that fucking tone - the fucking cockiness of it was so damn irritating.

"what do you think huh?", you snap back in a hushed tone to avoid any unwanted attention. you dig your nails into your palm as your hands balled up into a fist, brows furrowing in disdain. "calling me your girlfriend? are you sick?"

"dont act like your any better babe.", toji dismissively waves you off, the smirk growing as he grabs the single spoon off the plate the desert was seated on before picking up a portion of the sickening sweet parfait and placing it in front of your frowning lip. "eat up brat. dont wanna tell mommy that her sweet daughter developed an eating disorder because of daddy."

you grimace at his words - toji refering to himself as daddy wouldve made you gag if your thighs didnt tense up. "youre disgusting", you spat venomously.

that seriously pissed him off, does he have any idea why? no.

"im fucking tired-", toji begins, his voice an octave lower than usual as he growls at you, squeezing the silicone bottle full of lube onto your sore ass, "- so goddamn fed up with this bratty attitude of yours.". there you felt his thick calloused fingers scoop up some lube and tease you puckered asshole, causing your entire body to jolt.

"f-fuuuck!", you squealed, whining and panting as you felt his finger penetrate your asshole. toji smirks and softly chuckles when he catches your flustered glare directed at him. "i fuck...ing hate ah- you.."

another pathetic yelp is ripped from your throat as you felt your ass ache with another one of tojis hard spanks. "thats no way to talk to your father.", he coldly says, landing another harsh spank onto your ass.

you shiver in his lap, whining like a child. "'m sorry- pl-please... please 'm sorry..", you hic, tears leaving marks on your cheeks as you bit your lip.

your mind was a mess, losing count of the amount of times your body physically pleaded and yearned for your stepfathers cock to penetrate you. "j...just fuck me al- already!", you weakly beg.

toji merely smirks at your pathetic whining, grinning widely when your body shudders and your head whips around at the feeling of silicone rubbing up against your weeping cunny. "i wont fuck you, maybe this'll do the job.", he lowly says, gathering nearby lube dribbling down the curve of you ass on the dildo. slowly, he pushes the fake cock into your trembling asshole.

you body shakes and drops down at the foreign invasion, the sound of your breathy gasps and choked sobs echo in the room as the black dildo - a splitting image of tojis aching cock - inches deeper into your asshole, carving itself against the walls of your trembling hole. the fake cock slammed against your prostate again and again, making you squirm in pleasure despite yourself and your proclaimed hatred for your stepfather. every time you tried to break free from his grasp or cry out in pain, he only held you tighter, determined to teach you a lesson about giving him any attitude.

toji groans loudly as he sees your sopping cunt leak with your juices, the pleasure coursing through his veins making him even more aroused. he grasps your hips firmly and began moving his hand faster, slamming into you harder with each stroke of the dildo. "thats it baby girl," he growled lowly into your ear, "take it all."

toji removed his bruising grip from the soft flesh of your hip, his hand now traveling southward to tease your sensitive bud between your legs, rubbing circles around it gently before dipping two fingers inside you and exploring your soaked cunt. you couldnt help but shudder under his touch as he played with your most intimate spot, whimpering quietly each time his calloused thumb grazed your sensitive clit.

without a hitch of your shortened breaths, toji flips you onto the mattress, the previous area of the sheets you were nipping on was soaked in salvia. an airy gasps passes your lip as you feel him pick your hips up till your thighs touch his pelvis. toji doesnt stop rubbing circles on your sensitive clit, sending electrifying shots of pleasure all over your body.

your back arches at the dildo bottoming out in your tight ass and tojis ministrations, your jaw goes slack as your thighs tensed up, your body expressing the overwhelming estacsy you were experiencing. at your pleasure, toji speeds up his actions, pumping the silicone dick into your aching asshole quicker than before. your eyes are blown wide as your hands fly down to wrap themselves around tojis thick wrist, "s-slow do- ngh?! -wn!"

your stepdad sneers wickedly, raking his eyes all over your face, smirking at the sight of your shocked expression with drool making its way down your neck. ignoring your pleas for mercy, toji continues pounding your ass vigorously with the dildo while simultaneously rubbing his rock-hard cock against your swollen opening, taunting you with its size compared to the toy stuffed inside you. "you could imagine this dildo stuffing you full is mr kong," he teased into your ear.

you weakly sobbed, salty tears dripping between your glossy lips. you were to fucking worked up to care, you just wanted - needed - toji to fill up your empty cunt. "please... please- give... give me your- ah! your cock!"

a broad grin spread across tojis face as he heard your desperate plea. without warning, he pushed the dildo deeper into you - reaching places you never knew it could - he kneels down behind you on the soft memory foam mattress, positioning himself at your dripping pussy. "as you wish brat," he muttered before pushing his thick cock into your tight ring of muscle.

there was pain mixed with pleasure as he slowly pushed himself inside you, stretching your little cunny wider and wider until he was fully seated within you. once his fat cock was buried to the hilt inside of you, he begins pumping his hips forcefully, slamming his throbbing cock in and out of your weeping cunt mercilessly.

he began hammering into you ruthlessly, using his strength to push deeper into your tender walls with each powerful stroke. every time he bottomed out inside your gummy walls, he would pause for a moment before pulling almost entirely out before slamming back in again, hitting those sweet spots inside you again and again until you were a sobbing mess that couldnt form coherent words.

toji smirked cruelly as he felt your braindead babbling escalate. he leaned down and captured your lips in a bruising kiss, tongue forcing its way past your lips as he dominated your mouth. his hips picked up speed, hammering into you harder and faster as he ground his pelvis against your ass cheeks mercilessly, earning guttural grunts from his scarred lip.

groaning deeply, he grabbed hold of your hips and started moving faster, slamming into you relentlessly. each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through both bodies while causing skin-on-skin slapping noises echoing throughout the small space. the scent of sweat and sex filled the air as tojis teeth nips down on your neck, receiving a strained yelp from between you choked sobs and moans.

the man lets out a few grunts, huffing as he pushes your head down into the sheets, his other hand smoothly thrusting the dildo into every crevice to make sure he grazes every inch of your asshole. "so pretty- ugh fuuuck.. so pretty for me-!", toji hisses between gritted teeth as he feels your dripping pussy tighten around his cock like it was trying to milk him dry.

"good girl," he growls, his voice deep and rough as he continues to thrust into you without mercy. each time he hits your cervix, a moan escapes your lips as you writhe beneath him. his grip on your hips tightens, and he begins to pinch and bite your sensitive flesh, leaving small marks on your skin.

with a devious smile, toji slaps your ass hard enough to sting before pulling out of you suddenly, only to slam back in again with renewed fervor. shrill moans and desperate sobs escape your lips as you grip the sheets hard enough for them to turn white.

toji growls in sick satisfaction as he hears your strained cries, his urge to cum growing stronger with each passing second. he picks up the pace, slamming into you harder and faster with each thrust, determined to give you what you want - and more. he slaps your sore ass again, leaving a stinging sensation that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through your body.

"fuuuck!", toji growls, thrusting his hips further up into your warm cunt, relishing in your wet gummy walls taking on his exact shape. "ugh- gonna.. breed this pretty pussy and make you a m-mommy..!", he hisses, drilling his cock into you as his other hand works on slamming the fake silicone penis in and out of your ass.

the pain mixes with the pleasure, sending shockwaves of excitement coursing through your body. your walls begin to tighten around his cock, begging for release as you feel yourself getting closer to orgasm. you look up at him pleadingly, silently asking for permission to cum.

you sob loudly against the sheets, your teeth grinding the thin sheet between them as the knot in your tummy grows unbearable. drool makes it down your chin at the duel pleasure whilst your back arches deeper at tojis fingertips pushing you down. "'m gonn- gonna cum!", you squeal out, streaks of pale red staining your cheek.

a thick chuckle echoes in your ears, "mommys gonna cum?". you nod furiously, drool making its way down your chin and onto the bitten sheets. your cheek rubs against the damp sheets, "mommys gonna get bred by me 'kay?", toji softly says, the shit eating grin on his lips growing each time you mumbled out incoherent sentences.

fuck. you really, really wanted to slap that smug look off his face, maybe when you werent getting fucked dumb on his fat cock and the identical silicone cock. more drool drips down onto the sheets as your thighs begin to tremble, "ah- go.. gonna cuhm-! s- si...", thoughtless babbles come out your lips alongside the aching knot in your lower tummy threatening to explode.

even with a sore clit that was hardly stimulated, your orgasm inched closer and closer from the raw ecstasy the duel pleasure both cocks brought you. with your climax nearing, you began to grow restless, your desperate moans and pleads fill the air alongside the sound of skin slapping against skin. hearing you cry out in ecstasy drove him even wilder, pushing him over the edge.

ending with a guttural growl, he pumps your gummy insides with thick splurts of his hot cum, filling you up to the brim till you swore your stomach bulged. his thrusts became harder, faster as he was determined unloaded everything he had in his fat, heavy balls.

sighing, toji slowly pulls his creamy cock out of you tight hole, pulling out the silicone dildo out of you ass at the same time. he takes a moment to catch his breath before staring down at you, admiring the mess you both made. looking down at your cum-filled, swollen pussy and asshole, he smiled proudly at the sight of his semen coating your insides. "perfect," he murmured softly into your ear before leaning in for another deep kiss.

[bl6ckr0s3]

Ricky & Wilma Drama pt. 2

I don't think I have ever written about their drama that they had back on Nov. 4, 2022. I did a venting video on their drama that I had to deal with. To recap their part 1 drama from that time, I'll share a video from You Tube that I posted.

So to start off, since that time, I had felt weird around Wilma and didn't truly trust her because of what happened. I decided to just stay away from their drama. I don't question about what's going on or anything other then what is going on with my son. Right when Ricky began his 2 week vacation, Wilma started messaging me again on messenger. She sent me a message at around 4am in the morning on a Sunday. I responded to her and she decided to vent to me about what was going on. She apologized and felt like she really had nobody else to go to about her continuous issues she is still having with Ricky.

Originally they were both suppose to go to the Philippines together. He ended up leaving without her. She wasn't able to go because it wasn't the right time for her to be traveling. Before all this, she was telling me about how she caught him texting other girls from the Philippines. Ricky was making excuses that flirting wasn't cheating when in fact it's of course considered cheating. Ricky always has excuses to get away with doing what he wants to do regardless of who he is hurting. I'm not sure what part of "He doesn't care who he hurts" that Wilma doesn't understand. I told her that narcissistic abuse is usually a mental disorder because he doesn't want to admit all the wrongdoings he has been doing. He thinks that anything he is doing is not wrong, therefore he is in denial and he doesn't accept what is truly going on in reality even when what he is doing is wrong. She actually missed Lim and I told her she was welcomed to visit my family home to see him. After all, she took care of him most of the time then Ricky.

I had to end up messaging Vanessa, Ricky's sister about how I will be communicating with her from time to time to check on how my son is doing and what is going on with her brother. I don't fully trust her, but I have to keep it neutral for the sake of getting information on my son. Vanessa thinks that Wilma shouldn't be telling me about what is going on with their relationship which is complete bullshit. All the shit he has been doing to hurt people and I don't have to right to know anything because he's around my son? My son growing up to see his father hurting all these women, I don't want him being raised knowing that that is ok. Vanessa has served prison time before. I guess the scumminess runs in their family. She supports her brother no matter how many people he is hurting or how much he is in the wrong. That makes her look bad as well. If he has killed somebody, then she will still support her brother no matter what, and that's why I don't trust her. If it was my brother, I would put my foot down and tell him off about why the fuck he is doing the things he is doing. He can't even take care of himself because all he does is live off of other women and freeload and still from others. This loser can't even keep a job.

Ricky has had 2 jobs right when we were dating and he ended up quitting the jobs right before he went on unemployment when Covid19 began. This job that he had worked for 7-8 months, Wilma actually helped him get this job. He was making more money than her, had the nerve to brag about that, then end up getting fired from it. He just barely got my son under his insurance and shit, and now he's already fired. That means my son is no longer covered with him. My son has been covered with insurance ever since he was born. I had my job for over 10 years now. The fucked up system gave my son to him instead hahaha when he can't even keep his jobs and handle his business. He's still a pothead and he got back into drinking heavily.

I made it clear to Ricky on Talking Parents right before I moved that I need to be able to build my life and future outside of California because everything was overpriced, the cost of living, the gas, everything was just astronomical. On top of child support being taken out of my check, there was no way I can afford to be living on my own anymore so I seriously had to leave or I'm just going to be digging my own grave in this state. Ricky could care less about what I am doing with my life, but whatever I am doing he will make it out to be negative or bad no matter what just because he always wants to get back to me and make me the worse person to ever exist in this world. He's a moron, a douchebag, a piece of garbage, because he's selfish and only cares about himself. Wilma knows that now. She got to talk to my dad and my sister for a little bit and they liked her. She was always welcome to my home because of how well she has taken care of my son. Ricky found out from his sister about her visit and he got all pissed off calling her a backstabber because he doesn't want that. She didn't do nothing wrong. This fucked up asshole never asked once how my son was doing during his whole 2 weeks vacation because he's busy cheating on Wilma with other women.

I laughed because he's sitting there demanding that I hand him my son's birth certificate and social security card when he is too fucking lazy to go get them on his own. I went through the process to get them when he was just born, and it wasn't difficult. He doesn't want to go thru the process, and he is willing to pay me money for them. I would say he can kiss my ass and fuck himself; he is not taking anything of my son away from me. He will have to literally kill me to get them if he doesn't want to go through the process to get them himself. When he refers Lim as our son, I still refer him as my son. I never want to refer this piece of shit to anything of mine because he doesn't exist in my life. I also laugh when Wilma was telling me that he was telling her that he found a cheap house in the Philippines and that maybe they can consider living there. Why? Because me and Josh are moving across the states? He wants to say that I abandoned my child. No, he doesn't dictate my life and he doesn't dictate my decisions because there is nothing wrong with wanting a better life. Just because my son is with him doesn't mean it will keep me in the fucked up state of California.

I plan on writing a long letter to the San Bernardino County Courthouse as well as Family & Children services about why I have decided to move. Ricky is expecting a copy and he ain't getting it.

[skellebonez]

(I saw the new prompt list and I couldn't help myself)

Fluff prompt #18 with FreeNoodleshipping please?

I have been looking forward to this prompt since you sent it, it fits perfectly with one of my headcanons (that they knew each other before MK). So much I went overboard... again... 

“You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

It was that guy again, the... well, he didn’t know exactly what his profession was now that he thought about it. Given his glasses and the fact he was always with a book or two and sometimes paperwork he just kind of assumed he was either a scholar, student, or librarian of some sort. He could have just been a huge unemployed nerd for all he knew, but considering he came into the shop at least 3 times a week that was unlikely unless he had some kind of cash squirrelled away.

His clothes were fancy enough that he wouldn’t put it past the other man, but he also seemed to wear two or three copies of the same outfit (he noticed that one sleeve on one of his tops was starting to fray and he could tell the difference now and he was not going to think too much about why he noticed that) which contradicted that as well. The man was as much of an enigma as he was a regular.

He ordered a different bowl every time, only repeating orders once he had tried everything. At first he simply came in for food and sat in the seat closest to the back of the shop for obvious privacy, but at some point he started to move closer and closer to the counter until he just took a seat at the farthest counter stool every time it was open.

Today the Scholar (he figured that was the most likely answer even if he was wrong) took his seat and ordered without opening a single book. He hadn’t even brought one. Odd. As he ate his noodles he actually seemed to try to eat slower than normal. Also odd.

He ate slow enough that Pigsy noticed that it was at least 20 minutes past when he normally would have had only broth left to sip as he read or wrote. The shop was completely empty aside from the two of them, normal lunch rush gone like normal.

“Sooooo...” For the first time outside of ordering the man spoke to him, looking down at the pig’s shirt instead of his face, smiling awkwardly. “UH...  you... You come here often?”

“Well considering I work here, yes,” Pigsy replied in confusion, raising a brow. “I own the shop, sir.”

The man’s face fell into an expression that could only be read as “kill me now I no longer want to live in this world”, ears and face reddening as an embarrassed flush overtook him. “A-ah... yes. You... you do...”

To be honest it was kind of cute. Pigsy let himself smile and chuckle a bit, shaking his head. “Happens to the best of-” the man picked up his bowl and chugged the rest of the broth, slamming the bowl down and standing. “-us...”

“Thank you very much for the delicious food,” was the flat and overly formal reply that came from the man as he bowed, gaze turned toward the ground even after he straightened back up as he immediately headed out the door. It took Pigsy a moment to react, the man’s bizarre actions surprising him so much, and it took another moment to realize...

“Hey! HEY!” He ran out the front after the man, barely able to catch up to him before he turned a corner. “You didn’t pay for your noodles!”

Freezing, the man buried his face in his hands and groaned loudly, muttering a muffled “I’m so so sorry Mr. Pigsy I- sorry” before he turned to face the noodle shop owner and rifle through his pockets. And rifle through his pockets... and... “Ah... I... seem to have forgotten my wallet...”

Defeated. That’s what the man looked like in one word. Completely and utterly defeated. Like the world’s saddest lost puppy entered into a dog show that somehow knew it landed last place.

Sighing, Pigsy mustered up a softer smile and shook his head. “Hey, guy, I can tell you’re having an off day. How’s about I open up a tab for ya?” It wasn’t something he’d ever really done for anyone before, but this guy had been dinning in his shop almost since the week it opened up. It was the least he could do just this once.

“Really?” He finally turned to Pigsy to look him in the eyes and he could see the flush on his face had deepened even farther. Poor guy must be really embarrassed.

“Yeah, just need your name. Or any name, as long as I can match it to your face.”

“Uh...” The man blinked, finally smiling for the first time since his awkward blunder. “Tang. My name is Tang.”

“Alright, Mr. Tang,” Pigsy laughed, an actual happy laugh. Finally, he had a name for this mystery guy! “You got one tab open. Just remember to fill it next time ya come in.”

“Oh, please, no formalities necessary!” He insisted, shaking his head. “Just Tang is fine!”

“Then just Pigsy is fine for me too,” the shorter man insisted. “No Mr. Pigsy. Now I can see you’re in a rush, don’t let me keep ya.” He turned and waved behind him as he made his way back to his shop. “See ya in a couple days, Tang.”

He could have sworn he heard an odd inhale from the man, but that was probably just the sound of someone else on the street. He looked forward to seeing Tang again, the guy seemed interesting now that he finally got the chance to talk to him. If a bit easily embarrassed.

[hyeque]

synopsis: in which pretty boy atsumu is stupid enough to believe he can have a friends-with-benefits relationship with you and not catch feelings

notes: this is for @iwaizumis-bitch himbo collab. it's also the first time I've ever written a full piece for blondie, so please be nice. also my first attempt at making a banner :D thank you dee @kissyomi for beta reading :’) <3

warnings: female implied body parts, hard then soft dom!atsumu, light choking, oral fixation, cunnilingus (male and female receiving), clit slapping (once), atsumu has a sailor’s mouth

word count: 5.1kei🧍🏾‍♀️

it wasn't a rare sight for you to lie naked next to miya atsumu. in the moonlight, his backside looked heavenly. ethereal, if you will. his muscles were well defined, and the natural light carved and traced faux lines over his body which highlighted his features. currently, he was asleep, unaware of your ogling. his light snores weren't bothersome, but instead, comfort within itself.

this was the regular routine for you. you'd be in your dorm or somewhere studying and you'd get 'that' text from him. or sometimes, he'd just let himself into your apartment, jumping on you the moment you came in. you're not sure how he convinced you to give him a spare key, but it doesn’t matter now.

your relationship is strictly no strings attached. atsumu was a volleyball player before a lover, that's what he told you when this all initially started out. the two of you swore up and down that no real feelings would come out of this arrangement, and so far it’s worked.

and it worked, until it didn’t.

it never really occurred until recently that what you harbor for miya atsumu is more than just the feelings of a best friend. but whenever you would witness a girl too close for comfort around him, your stomach would suddenly get upset. not to mention that the time he went off with another girl at a party the sight made you so nauseous that you nearly threw up. that was very telling to everyone—except atsumu.

it has been a challenge trying to fall out of love with atsumu. you thought that you could distance yourself from him, but when that started, everything started to remind you of him. of all your memories and childhood adventures, the aching hole in your chest where he belonged could never be filled up by anyone else. that was a fact.

you decided suppressing your feelings was the best option. acting like he didn’t mean anything more than your best friend seemed to make sense. especially when you don’t want to jeopardize a meaningful and lifetime friendship.

besides, atsumu always teased and flirted with you jokingly, so why did butterflies swarm your tummy? why did your heart race faster every time that obnoxious idiot smiles in your direction?

you decided the day atsumu got tired of fucking you would be the worst day of your life because there were a lot of intimate moments you two shared outside of the sheets. but you can’t dwell on it for so much now. you’ll just enjoy everything while it lasts.

"tsum," you poked his backside, trying to wake up the setter.

there was no reaction, so you poked him harder and finally he made a noise.

he rolled over halfway, his face scrunched up. "what?"

"'m hungry," you told him, huffing.

the blonde's look of discontent faded away and a sleepy smirk appeared on his face. "oh? ya want another round already, angel? well i'm glad you asked—"

"no," you shoved your hand in his face, lips pressed into a hard line. "i want food. go make me something."

he blinked, sitting up more clearly now. "what..? what are ya tellin' me this for? ya do realize that this is yer place we're in, right? and last time i checked, I'm not samu."

"it's practically yours too with how much you come over. you don't even pay rent, you freeloader," you argued, “the least you can do is make me some food.”

"yer mean." he pouts, sliding out of bed to put on his boxers and sweats.

"but you love it." you beamed, sliding his t-shirt over your nude figure. if you squinted hard enough in the dark, you swore you saw atsumu's eyes linger on you as you did.

it didn't matter how much you teased or bullied atsumu, especially since the words never held any actual weight. the blonde would do anything for you if you asked.

that night, like a familiar dance, watching atsumu move around your tiny kitchen and make you onigiri made you realize one thing:

how hopelessly in love you are with him and hopelessly screwed you are.

normally after studying and tutoring atsumu, that would lead to a round of sex as a 'thank you'. he claimed that he may not be as smart as you, but he knows how to fuck you dumb anytime you want. this comment resulted in him getting pushed off the couch.

today is different though as the two of you lounge on the couch, barely paying attention to the tv. glancing at the time you go to make your way off the couch.

"where are ya goin'?" atsumu mumbles, not removing himself from where he's curled up against your body. his heavy frame is practically on top of you and you find your breathing restricted.

"i have a date, remember?" you say, peeling his limbs off of you.

truth be told, atsumu does remember, but a super, microscopic part of him was hoping you'd forget about it or at least call it off.

he remembers you mentioning it days ago, but didn’t think you were actually serious. you always claimed that you were too busy to date, and that you were satisfied with the arrangement you two had going on.

he huffs, looking offended. "am i not enough for ya?"

you laugh humorously. "very funny, tsumu." you go to get up but the setter dramatically drops himself on top of you again so you can't move.

"i'm serious, ya don't need anyone but me!" he whines, burying his face within your neck. your breath hitches as the smell of his citrus shampoo hits your nose and you try to stop the racing of your heart.

"whatever." you roll your eyes, internally scolding yourself as you attempt to push the large mass of muscle off of you. he still doesn't budge though.

"will good sex be enough to convince ya?" he purrs, pressing himself into your backside. how is he already hard?

yes, god, yes. atsumu could fuck you horribly and sideways and you'd still stay. you were only doing this to move on from him. you knew it was selfish not to break off the arrangement but you were scared.

"no, but nice try," you reply, peeling his arms off of you. he doesn't seem satisfied with your answer and trails after you into your bedroom as you get ready for your date.

"i just don't get why yer going on a date." he continues, plopping back on your bed.

"and i just don't get why you're so concerned about it," you reply, flipping through your clothes. “you’re not my boyfriend.”

"right," he says, quickly growing quiet. his eyes seem to fidget as he watches you pick out something he deems too scandalous for a first date.

"don't you think yer showin' too much skin?" he asks, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"well i'm not a nun," you joke, fixing yourself in the mirror.

"of course yer not, i've seen what those hips can do," he smirks and dodges a flying pillow as you nearly yell at him.

he returns his attention to you getting dressed, a serious look on his face. "i'm only sayin' what i said because yer hickies would be visible with that on." he tugs at the strap before letting it snap in place.

"and who's fault is that?" you sigh, "i always tell you not to leave them somewhere visible, and yet you never listen."

"sorry," he says bashful, a light blush on his cheeks. "i just don't want anyone to see them but me though," he pouts and you try not to think about how cute he looks.

"i'll cover them up with makeup, does that make you feel better?" you ask, looking over your shoulder.

"very." he answers, shoulders relaxing.

"okay, now come help me pick what else to wear," you say, and he happily obliged.

strangely and disappointedly enough, atsumu showed no more opposition to you going on a date like you hoped he would. he watched you quietly as you got ready and even helped you choose between shoes and hairstyles. in the end, he hadn't done a bad job. in fact, you look absolutely amazing.

when your date texts you that they're here, you take that as your cue to leave. "okay, well...I'm headed out. don't destroy anything," you tell atsumu, slinging your purse over your shoulder.

"ya don't trust me to keep things upright?" he fakes a hurt expression as he looks at you from over the couch. "I'll even run the dishwasher for ya so you can come home to clean dishes."

"no," you shake your head, "you put one of my favorite mugs in there that was handwash only. don't touch anything."

he pouts, cheeks puffing out. "it was an honest mistake! ya know i'm tryin' my best!"

you laugh, kissing his cheek. he has to restrain himself from leaning into your touch. "i know tsum," you glance at your phone, "well, I'll be going now."

he laughs, scratching his head, "'kay. bite his head off if he tries something weird. and don't hesitate to call me."

you nod, "of course."

it's silent for a moment and while you look at him you can tell he wants to say something else, but doesn't. if he wasn't your best friend then maybe you would have him win the best poker face award, but that's not the case here.

another pause, and when he doesn't say anything else, you internally sigh and turn towards the door.

you ignore the pang in your chest, why did you hope that he would stop you? tell you to stay?

...but then again, didn't he do that earlier? he asked if he was enough. or maybe he was joking? this is all so stupid, all the things he said was only to tease you, nothing more--

your thoughts are interrupted when a hand plants itself on the front door, stopping you from opening it.

"miya atsumu," you say, not daring to look at him.

you can hear the grin in his voice, "yes, that is my name."

you turn towards him, and blink unamused. "what are you doing?"

"stopping ya from makin' a mistake." he shrugs, looking down at you.

you squint at him. "how is going on a date a mistake?"

"it is when it's with the wrong person," he replies.

he didn't say that, did he?

but he must be reading your mind as he continues. "i did just say that. ya shouldn't. ya can't."

you laugh humorously and say your most common line, "very funny, tsumu."

atsumu makes a disgruntled expression, the words flying out of his mouth before he can stop them. "not tryin' to be funny. ya don't even want to go on this date, so why are ya lyin' about this anyways?" he says, his brown eyes boring into your own. "just admit that ya don't want to go because of me."

"woah woah woah," you hold your hand out in front of you, "what does me not going on a date have anything to do with you?" you ask, even though you already know the answer.

"sweetheart, it has everything to do with me." he steps closer to you and you move back, your skin meeting the cold surface of your front door. "notice how you didn't deny not wanting to go?"

dammit, he's right. "i-i don't know what you're talking about," you respond, looking at the ground.

atsumu knows you're lying. he knows that you've both been lying to each other for a while now, he was just too dumb to bring it up to you sooner. and maybe you were too.

what you don't know is that he already realized his feelings for you for quite some time. he'll never forget the time only a month ago when you picked his drunk self up from a bar.

"god, tsumu, you reek," you complained, adjusting his heavy arm over your shoulders as you guided him into your car. "what made you drink this much anyways?"

you. you did. is what he wanted to say so badly. he remembered seeing your cute figure when you came into the bar, the man nearly shoved into your arms by his brother and suna. he clung onto you, daring any other person to hit on you in his presence. your sweet face already invaded his mind enough, but now you were taking care of him and making sure he didn't gag or choke on his own throw-up. he considered you a fallen angel, minus the fact that you threatened him with no sex for a week if he didn't sober up quick enough (he’ll admit it was rightfully deserved).

the words 'i love you' has been on the tip of his tongue for a while now. every time he saw you he wanted to confess and tell you all about how he felt, but he knew what the contract was and he couldn't breach it. no matter how badly he wants to. but it does haunt him, how the thought of not having you in the way that he wants can never become a reality.

"tell me, angel," he pulls out the pet name, knowing it's a weakness of yours, "were ya really going to bring back a man to yer apartment to have sex with, knowing yer best friend is here?" he tilts your chin up so you meet his eyes. "hm?"

"who said anything about not going back to his place?" you argue.

"you did, actually," he responds, a smirk on his face, "you said a while ago that you don't trust going back to a man's place. fearin’ about 'god knows what' is in there."

“so what if you remembered an intricate detail about me. that doesn’t mean anything.” you shrug.

“it does when i know things about you that other people don’t,” he argues, “things only you’re comfortable with telling me and no one else. and maybe i want to keep it that way. maybe… i want more than what we have going on.”

your stomach churns. you can’t believe this is happening right now. "sorry, i don’t think i’m hearing you right...so what you're telling me is that you have feelings for me?"

“yer finally using that pretty, smart brain of yours, good job.” he praises, patting your cheek.

your eyebrows knit together in confusion, “but…you said that you didn’t want a relationship. you said you’re too busy with volleyball so which one is it?”

he shrugs again, "i did, but what's wrong with me changing my mind anyway?"

you feel your hands trembling as you speak, “because maybe i do have feelings for you and maybe i was trying to get over them. so right when i think i’m starting to move on, you pull this shit?”

“look, i didn’t know ya had feelings--wait you have feelings for me?” his eyes go wide.

“read the room, miya,” the blonde flinches at hearing his surname, “this isn’t fair and you know it!" you shout, looking up at him from where your face was hidden in your hands. "you're the one who was so damn adamant about keeping no strings attached so you got what you fucking wanted!"

"well i don't want that anymore!" he huffs, moving towards you. you flinch, moving away from him and he stops, sighing. "I-I don't want to not be able to call ya mine. to worry about other guys stealin' yer attention away from me! i want ya all to myself--I don't care how selfish i sound!"

you laugh bitterly, "that’s the problem. you only care about yourself, atsumu. i deserve better than you." you turn your head away, afraid that if you looked at him for any longer that you'd change your mind and cave in.

"hey--look at me," he says sternly.

when your eyes shift to meet his honey brown ones, his gaze softens. “i’m sorry, okay? i was stupid for thinking that feelings wouldn’t get in the way of what we have going on.”

you’re quiet and atsumu knows that means you’re stuck in your thoughts, trying to think of all the cons and negative outcomes.

and he’s right when he hears you say, “you’ll get tired of me. i don’t want you to change your mind and drop me out of the blue for some reason.”

you don’t know where all your anger is coming from. shouldn’t you be glad? ecstatic? no, you can’t. because you’ve seen the way atsumu gets bored of things and drops them easily. who’s to say he won’t do the same to you?

the feeling of his large hand meeting your cheek snaps you out of your thoughts. “i could never get tired of ya.” he says, voice unusually soft. his brown eyes are warm and inviting. like honey. “we’ve been best friends forever and I could never see my life without you in it. you’re irreplaceable.”

you rest your forehead against his chest, leaning into him. “you…you sure?”

“i’m positive,” he goes to wrap his arms tight around you, but as he does your phone rings. the two of you stare at the buzzing device in silence and he looks at you questioningly.

you give him the same look and say, “aren’t you going to tell me not to answer it?”

you’re shocked when he shakes his head ‘no’. “if ya really feel like i’m not good enough for ya then answer it. you can forget everything that just happened and find someone who’ll make ya happy. it’s what ya deserve.” he says, and you recognize that he’s not lying or joking like he usually does.

if there’s one thing miya atsumu is: it’s insecure. he doesn’t know a damn thing about relationships and feelings. it doesn’t mean he doesn’t care, he just doesn’t get it.

you watch his eyes shift away from you and suddenly you’re seeing the vulnerable side to him come out.

“i didn’t mean it, you know.” you say, and his head snaps up.

“huh?”

“about you. about deserving better than you.”

he tilts his head to the side. “then what did ya mean?”

you sigh, “think of it this way: hypothetically you would be a worse option, and maybe there is someone out there who can treat me better than you”—atsumu grimaces—“but that doesn’t matter. not when all i want is you.”

“thanks, i guess?” he shrugs.

you add, “it’s like picking a used toyota corolla over a new tesla—“

he backs up with offense. “a toyota?! ya couldn’t have chosen a better car?”

“it’s because they’re reliable you idiot,” you flick his forehead, “and i like all the little quirks that come with a used car; that is, your flaws. i wouldn’t have it any other way.” you explain, and he instantly calms down at your words.

it’s silent and you lace your hands together with his. “the long run down is that i don’t want something new with anyone else. i just want you.”

he squeezes your hands in return, pressing his forehead to yours. “i’m glad. don’t ever wanna let ya go.” he presses a few chaste kisses to your face, and you giggle, pushing him back playfully.

his lazy brown eyes only take the opportunity to examine you, a feeling of elation and content washing over him. it’s what happens when you’re in love with someone like you.

"yer so pretty, you know that?" his hands trace over your face gently, eyes not daring to miss any part of your gorgeous face.

he’s seen you naked a dozen times but a compliment renders you flustered beyond means. "s-shut up." you look away from him, but his hand only juts your chin so you have to look at him in the eyes.

“it’s true,” he breathes, grinning lazily, “most gorgeous person i’ve ever seen. can i kiss ya?”

you don’t answer and press your lips against his instead. you two kissed a million times before but nothing comes close to now. atsumu kisses you like an apology, like reassurance, and like complete affection. he can’t write words well but he hopes you understand his love letter in the form of his mouth.

he pulls away and watches in amusement as you chase after his lips for more, the setter’s height making it difficult for you to reach him.

the pout on your painted lips is intoxicating, and atsumu doesn't want anything more than to see you ruined. a complete mess by his own hands. he sucks in his own breath, trying to calm his nerves.

atsumu pulls back to drag you into your bedroom. by his quiet nature you think he's upset, especially when he doesn't look at you. atsumu has a million things to contemplate and you're definitely one of them. your words from earlier about deserving better still stings and he wonders if this is the right choice.

"tsumu?" you call, leaning in close enough that your breasts push up against him, "what's wrong?"

his worries disappear and he remembers how he, like a fool, intentionally helped you get ready for a date. to look this good and not be fucked by atsumu had to be an offending crime.

and you’re going to pay for it.

and when you look up at him innocently with wide, doe eyes, he snaps. all self-control was gone.

"turn around." he barks.

"w-what?" you look at him with an incredulous expression. "i-i don't understand, what-"

"yer not dumb, sweetheart," atsumu says, roughly spinning you around and pressing your hips to your dresser. looking at the two of you in the mirror, you shiver. you never realized how much bigger atsumu is than you and you feel yourself squeeze your legs together.

when you open your mouth to speak again, he shoves two of his thick fingers into your mouth to silence you.

the blonde looks at you through your mirror, a dark expression on his face. "yer gonna listen and yer gonna listen carefully, okay?"

you nod.

it isn't until atsumu pushes his hard erection against your cute ass do you register what's happening.

oh. that.

"suck on them," he says, referring to his digits.

you eagerly oblige, already drooling in the appendages.

"fuck, always such a tease aren't ya?" he sighs, watching you suck on his fingers in the same way you would his cock. he watches you a bit more before he feels like he's had enough.

when atsumu pulls off his pants you can't help the surprised look of how hard he is. precum leaks from his red tip and you notice the two visible veins that always show up along his shaft to meet the pretty mushroom head.

"yer actin' all shy like this fat cock doesn't belong to you." he snickers, stroking himself. he throbs harder at the sight of you watching him with hungry eyes and becomes pleased once you get on your knees in front of him.

he doesn't have a chance to prepare himself before your warm, inviting mouth swallows him whole. a shudder runs up his spine as he bites back curse words.

"that's it. such a good girl, sucking cock just like i taught ya," he moans, eyes transfixed on the way you swallow him. your warm, wet mouth feels so fucking good he has to control himself from cumming too soon.

you hum in reply, feeling your panties already ruined from the action of sucking him off. your free hand slips between your thighs and you get yourself off.

the lewd noises of how wet and sloppy everything is drives you both crazy, and your moans fill the air like a synchronous melody.

"fuck, yer gonna make me cum, sweetheart." atsumu moans, sweat brimming his forehead. a whine escapes him when you reach down to suck on his sensitive balls—a weakness of his. a whine leaves him and a small plea as he nearly tips over the edge.

atsumu pulls you off of him and tosses you gently on the bed. he crawls between your legs and you push him away, shaking your head.

“what’s wrong? do ya want to stop? am i bein’ too rough?” his voice is soft and he looks at you with concern.

“no, please no. but i can’t wait anymore more. need you to fuck me.”

“but i didn’t get to taste ya,” he pouts, pawing at your thighs.

you grab his shaft, scooting yourself towards him. “don’t care right now, I need you inside of me.” you beg, “please tsum, fill me up with your cock.”

a smirk spreads across his face and he leans over you. “as you wish, princess.” he pulls off your panties and stuffs them in his pocket. your hazy state doesn’t have the right mind to tell him to stop stealing them when he pushes inside of you. now another thing is stuffed full.

you gasp, nails digging into his back. feeling so full you think he’s in your throat. you know you’re gushing all around him, inviting him further into your cunt.

"s-shit, yer already clamping down so hard on me, angel. is my cock that good? yeah? yer already dumb just from being filled up." he snickers.

"y-yes," you whine, feeling more of your arousal gush out. you hate how right he is. if there's anything the two of you know, it's that you can't ever get enough of his cock.

atsumu's in heaven. being balls deep in the girl of his dreams is enough to make him cum on the spot, but he erases the thought before he has a chance to. fluttering his eyes closed, he takes the time to memorize the feeling of you around his shaft, your bare ass pressed up against his sensitive balls.

yeah, there's no way atsumu is going to let another man put his cock in your cunt. in his cunt. not when you feel this good and cream around him so well. just for him.

he pulls his hips back and you almost whine at the lost of contact. he flips you over before he stuffs himself back inside of you, the wind nearly being knocked out of your chest by the force and stretch that he gives you. you could fuck yourself a million times on his dick but nothing would ever prepare you for how big he is.

he grabs your hair, fisting it in his hands before yanking back. "fuck do ya think ya were doin’ going out lookin' this pretty for someone that isn't me, huh?" he breathes, his hips moving faster at the thought and jealousy corrupting his mind. his hand grips your throat and a small whimper lets loose from you at the action.

"yer mine, and only mine. if i have to fuck that into ya, then so be it." he huffs. at this point, you can feel him in your lungs.

"tsumu! tsumu, please!" you cry, hand grasping desperately at his arm.

he moves your hand, pinning it behind your back. "don't act like ya can't take it, angel. your pussy's been trained to take my cock. nobody else's but mine. isn’t that right?”

you nod furiously, words unable to escape your mouth.

"say you love me." he demands, tone softer than usual.

he pulls you into his chest, arms tight around you. "say it. i know you do." his nose nudges against your neck and you feel his hand grab yours, lacing your fingers together. your brain could be jumbled from how hard he's fucking you, but you could of sworn that a whine escaped his mouth.

"i love you tsumu!" you cry, tears nearly escaping your eyes, "i love you so much! don't want to be with anyone else but you!" you feel tears in your eyes and you reach up to capture his lips against your own.

“yeah? want to be mine? don’t want any other scrubs thinking they have a chance with you.” he kisses you hungrily, his hands claiming a bruising grip on your hips.

“yes! i’m all yours! and you’re mine!” you sob.

his heart pangs at hearing that and something inside of him snaps, making him overwhelmed and emotional as he cums inside of you, crying that he loves you too. it doesn’t help when he feels the vice-like feeling of your pussy clamping around his cock, prolonging his orgasm. he's cumming so hard his vision spots and he nearly loses his grounding.

the two of you gather your breaths before pulling apart. when atsumu opens his eyes, he finds you looking up at him with wide ones in return.

"wasn't too rough, was i?" he looks over you with concern.

“no, it was perfect, actually.” you feel your cheeks burn.

"good, cause i'm not done with ya yet." he grunts, sliding down between your legs.

you whine about being sensitive but he only hushes you before burying his face between your legs.

"t-tsumu!" you cry, back arching up off the bed.

"hmm, we taste so good princess. don't know why i haven't done this before," he smirks, hands rubbing your thighs soothingly.

your face burns when you realize he's tasting both of you and not just you. something about this sparks further arousal within you and you feel your cunt flutter.

"yer gonna give me one more, okay?" atsumu adds his own fingers and you gasp, the rough texture of them from playing volleyball feels so good and you grind up against him.

"gonna look so pretty cumming like this, so good fer me." he’s slurping up everything in sight, and the man thinks he might lock his jaw eating you out, but so be it. with his cum, this is the best you’ve ever tasted.

“gonna cum, tsum!” you cry, legs shaking vigorously around his head, the pressure building up at a rate you can’t keep up with.

he hums, “go ahead, baby. make a mess for me.” at the action of spanking your cunt, you’re unraveling at the action.

your sure your neighbors can hear you sing praises of atsumu’s name and you have to accept for the first time that you don’t care. nothing would be worth more than this moment.

“that’s so fucking hot,” atsumu leans back, revealing his face covered in your essence. a huge grin appears on his face. “ya wanna taste, babe?

you scold him but don’t object when he kisses you again, suddenly understanding what he meant earlier. yeah, the two of you do taste good.

after cleaning up, atsumu slides next to you in bed. this time though, he faces you.

“so, are we like, official?” he shyly plays with your hand and you wonder how he can get like this after blowing your back out.

you laugh, rolling your eyes, “yeah, dummy. we are.”

“good, i can’t wait to show ya off to everyone. especially stupid samu.”

“are you just bragging that you got into a relationship before osamu? because i’ll break up with you right here right now.” you joke.

he huffs. “no! in addition to yer pretty self, bragging rights is just a plus ‘is all!”

it isn’t long before you fall asleep, and atsumu takes the time to admire you. however, his peaceful thoughts are sidetracked when your phone buzzes again.

he groans, quickly silencing it before you can wake up but notches it’s your date trying to contact you again. quickly, he takes a photo of you curled up on his chest.

‘sorry, she’s a bit occupied now.’ he sends the message before tossing your phone and tugging you closer. he looks down where you sleep peacefully.

yeah, there’s no way he can get tired of this.

[jobean12-blog]

Hello!! I'm new here and absolutely love your Bucky fics! Would you be able to write one where Bucky and the reader are sleeping together but they are keeping it secret from the rest of the team. But one night Bucky rails the reader so hard that the next day she is wobbly and falls over infront of the avengers, so Bucky rushes to her side and helps her up and takes care of her. The team look at each other confused because they had no idea Bucky even cared about the reader or that they were close in any way, and then they see the fresh hickeys on Buckys neck and it allll makes sense. Thank you so much!! 💖😫

The Cat's Out of the Bag!

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 759

Summary: Mac and cheese draws a crowd and your little secret gets discovered.

Author's Note: Thanks for this request lovely and thank you for your kind words! Welcome and glad you've been enjoying them! Hope you like this one! Have a great day! Hugs! ❤ Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

Warnings: implied smut, fun and soft fluff, flirting :)

Gif not mine: Thank you so much to @mcavoys for this one :)

“Bucky I’m starving,” you murmur into his neck, slowly untangling your legs from his. “I need food.”

He chuckles and wraps you back up in his arms.

“I have something you can eat baby girl,” he teases, pressing his hardness against your stomach.

“It is my favorite,” you purr, “but how about we make some mac and cheese and then I can have you for dessert.”

His lips turn down into a playful pout and he reluctantly lets you go.

“Promise doll face?” he asks, pushing the sheets off his naked body.

“Yes,” you answer, letting your eyes wander over his bare skin.

“Or you could just come back to bed now,” he simpers, holding out his hands.

Before you can answer your stomach grumbles and you both laugh.

“Ok, ok, food first,” he relents with a smile.

Once you’re dressed and presentable you head into the kitchen and start to grab the necessary ingredients for mac and cheese. The smell of the food slowly attracts some of the team and before you know it, Sam, Nat and Steve are sitting in common room waiting to eat.

“It’s a good thing I made a lot,” you lean over and whisper to Bucky.

His lips brush your ear when he scoffs, “freeloaders.”

“I heard that punk!” Steve yells from the couch.

Bucky just rolls his eyes and continues helping you cook the meal. When the macaroni is done cooking you walk to the cabinet to grab the colander but your legs give out when you strain to reach for it. Before you hit the floor Bucky is at your side, his metal arm wrapped around your waist and his flesh hand cradling your cheek.

“Are you ok baby doll?” he says quietly, concern etched all over his face.

He holds you close, tracing your cheek with his knuckles and kissing your forehead.

“My legs are like jelly,” you tell him. “They got a good workout last night.”

His lips lift into a small smirk and he helps you up, still holding tightly to your waist. You steady yourself with a palm against his chest and the other hand clutching his shirt.

“Are you ok?” Steve asks the moment your head pops up above the counter.

“I’m fine, thank you,” you assure him.

Steve assesses the situation and he doesn’t look convinced, clearly noticing the way Bucky is fawning over you.

“What happened?” Steve asks.

“Oh nothing. My legs are just tired,” you explain with the wave of your hand.

Steve’s hands land on his hips and he pins you with a glare. You stare back for a beat but then give up with a huff.

“I did a really rigorous leg workout yesterday and I’m still sore!” you state plainly.

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline.

“Not in this gym you didn’t. I was there all-day training recruits,” Steve counters.

Your eyes get wide and Bucky clears his throat, running his hand through his short hair. Sam slides up next to Steve with a mischievous grin.

“I don’t think her leg workout was in the gym,” Sam snickers.

Steve’s look changes from suspicious to confused and Sam drops his head in exasperation.

“I think there’s some funny business going on here,” Sam continues, giving Steve a imploring look.

Nat joins Sam and Steve, her red lips curved up into a wicked smile.

“Hey Barnes, nice hickies,” she says, motioning to Bucky’s neck.

His large hand instantly reaches up to cover the spot but Nat’s smile just widens.

“You don’t have enough hands,” she teases, winking at you before taking the strainer and getting the macaroni.

“Do you get it now?” Sam asks Steve, who is still staring.

“I didn’t know you were seeing someone,” Steve says to Bucky. “Who is she?”

Sam grunts in frustration and punches Steve in the arm.

“Man! It’s her! The two of them. They were shaking the sheets last night. That’s why she’s all wobbly,” Sam shouts.

You and Bucky both stare at Sam, your mouths hanging open in disbelief.

“Shaking the sheets?” you whisper, dumbfounded.

“Get it now Cap?” Sam asks, slapping him on the back.

Steve continues watching you and Bucky. “So, you two, fondue?” he asks.

You burst into a fit of laughter and bury your head in Bucky’s chest.

Bucky smooths his hand down your back and kisses the top of your shaking head.

“We definitely fondue,” Bucky adds with a wide grin.

Steve finally smiles, giving Bucky a pleased look.

“Alright then, who’s hungry!?” Steve asks, rubbing his belly.

[ffamranxii]

HAIKYUU!! COUPLES HEADCANONS

DAISUGA

-Daichi goes to the gym to work out. Suga goes to the gym to ogle Daichi

-Suga has a massive sweet tooth

-Daichi cooks, Suga cleans

-Suga is a little shit who is not above seducing Daichi in public. He can say the most lewd things without batting an eye while Daichi blushes furiously

-Daichi and Kuroo once hooked up at training camp. They do not talk about it

-Daichi is good friends with Michimiya and Kiyoko. Suga is closer to Asahi

-Daisuga rarely fight and are often asked for relationship advice. Daichi tries to discourage this because “guys I didn’t realize Yui had a crush on me or that Suga was in love with me for three years.”

-Daichi can’t dance, won’t dance, and refuses to acknowledge the time he got trashed and twerked

-Suga dislikes his given name unless it’s said by Daichi, who is the only person allowed to call him Koushi

-Suga is extremely flexible. Daichi is not.

-Daichi or Suga getting hit on makes Daichi uncomfortable. Getting hit on amuses Suga, and Daichi getting hit on makes him horny

-It took all of high school for Daisuga to get together, because Daichi is oblivious and Suga assumed Daichi wasn’t into him. Daichi’s dumbness and their mutual pining becomes a fond, shared joke several years later

-Daichi has no gag reflex. 

-Daisuga have a very fat, very orange cat named Ninja. He’s surprisingly fast and agile despite looking like a furry basketball. (Daichi is a dog person and did not even want Ninja at first. He suspects Kuroo had something to do with this. Suga sometimes playfully gets upset because “Ninja likes you better than me, Dai!”)

-Everyone expects Suga to be the dominant one but Suga is more than willing to be submissive for Daichi and has on several occasions

ASANOYA

-Noya gets up before sunrise to run. Asahi would rather die than leave his bed before 8am

-Noya turns the coffee pot on and cooks breakfast to lure Asahi out of bed

-Noya is surprisingly patient, gentle, quiet, and kind when it comes to Asahi and his insecurities

-Noya is the type to bottle his insecurities and fears until they explode. The only one who can calm him back down is Asahi

-Asahi makes bratty faces when he thinks Noya isn’t looking

-Noya and Tanaka spend a lot of time with Daisuga because of the Daichi&Suga&Asahi&Kiyoko friendship. Asahi and Ennoshita become good friends

-Asahi doesn’t understand the distance between Noya and his sisters because Asahi is very close to his

-It is impossible to embarrass Noya

-Asahi gets a lot of inspiration for his fashion designs from traveling with Noya

-Noya knows how to braid hair and likes to play with Asahi’s

-Asahi enjoys physical affection but dislikes overt PDA. Noya would happily climb Asahi like a tree in public if Asahi would let him

-Only Asahi calls Noya by his given name

-Noya knows he likes Asahi early on but Asahi’s panic (“omg someone LIKES me?? NOYA likes me?? My crush??”) at his confession prevent them getting together until after the Date Tech match (after Asahi rejoins the team).

-Noya is affected by wanderlust and that’s why he travels. Sometimes Asahi joins him. They get married in Canada during one of these trips. (I once read a fantastic asanoya fic where a significant event happened in Canada so Canada is my asanoya place now)

-Noya sends Asahi a postcard from every place he’s ever visited. Sometimes he’ll spend over half an hour trying to find the *best* one, only to buy them all and send them as a sort of big long letter. Asahi saves them all in a photo album that lives on the coffee table. (Some people have a coffee table book, Asahi has a photo album.)

-Noya prefers to top. The one thing he’s really uncomfortable with is being on the bottom (physically laying beneath someone and also sex).

KUROKEN

-Kuroken have a black cat and a calico and enjoy naps on the couch with the kitties. Kuroo has SO MANY pictures in his phone of Kenma curled around the kitties.

-Kuroo: “Love you.” Kenma: “Hate you.”

-Kenma CAN cook, but likes that Kuroo likes taking care of him

-Every game Kuroo has ever owned is multiplayer because he only games with Kenma

-Kenma’s favorite games involve critical thinking and puzzles. Kuroo enjoys watching him play

-Kuroo is an introvert masquerading as an extrovert. Kenma is an introvert. They enjoy quiet nights in.

-Kuroo has anxiety. Kenma always knows when Kuroo is anxious and how to fix it

-People make Kenma anxious. Kuroo makes himself anxious.

-Kenma’s nicknames for Kuroo are Kuro and Koroemon. Kuroo calls Kenma Kyanma and kitten

-Kuroo has been in love with Kenma for as long as he can remember, since they were kids. Kenma knows this, but doesn’t understand he feels the same way until Kuroo goes off to college

-Kuroo is the one who discovered Daichi’s lack of gag reflex. He’s delighted to learn that Kenma lacks one as well

-Kenma moves more slowly than Kuroo. He’s not as comfortable with physical affection and sex as Kuroo is. Their relationship progresses slowly, and Kuroo lets Kenma lead. 

-After Kenma’s confession, how he feels about Kuroo is one of the very few things Kuroo does not doubt or make himself anxious over.

-Kuroo can, will, and has go(ne) on and on and ON about Kenma until someone shuts him up. It drives Yaku up the fucking wall in high school.

-Kenma does a retro game stream once or twice a month made up of games he and Kuroo used to play as kids. Kuroo actually games with him on those days and Kenma’s followers are quick to notice and speculate because Kenma has literally never gamed with another person in the same room before. Sometimes Kenma can only post the actual gameplay because Kuroo ruined the footage of them by being excessively sappy. (Kuroo is NOT above flirting and dirty talk to get an edge and Kenma doesn’t really think his fans need to know that.)

-Kuroken do not talk about Kuroo’s mom or sister

-The Kozumes love “Tetsu-chan” and Kuroo’s grandparents adore Kenma. Kuroken get along with each other’s families better than they do their own.

-Kuroo is tactile. He’s that ass-slapping friend. Kenma thinks he’s ridiculous

-Kuroo used to be dislike Hinata, because Kenma and Hinata are extremely good friends and Kuroo was afraid Hinata would take Kenma away from him. Kenma has assured him he doesn’t like Hinata like that but Kuroo doesn’t warm up until Hinata starts dating Kageyama

BOKUAKA

-Akaashi is 100% in charge of the house and the financials and his word is law. Not because he’s an asshole but because Bokuto is whipped

-Akaashi is a screamer. Bokuto has a big dick.

-Bokuto is the calmest between him and his sisters. His sisters have formed an Akaashi fanclub

-Bokuaka kiss a lot during sex

-Bokuto fucking loves owls

-Akaashi used to be embarrassed over being a manga editor but Bokuto thinks it’s the coolest job ever, “even better than mine!” When his authors need references, Akaashi sends them pictures of Bokuto. Bokuto takes this responsibility very seriously

-Bokuaka exclusively refer to each other by first name but Akaashi can’t break the habit of using -san

-Akaashi and Kenma are very good friends. Bokuto thinks they might even be better bros than him and Kuroo. (Kenma is one of the few people Akaashi calls by first name, and one of the only people who calls Akaashi by his.)

-Akaashi overthinks as a result of anxiety, but he doesn’t think he has anxiety. He prefers to call it “seeing the issue from all sides”

-Akaashi and Bokuto do yoga together. Bokuto behaves himself surprisingly well around Akaashi in yoga pants

-Akaashi decided to attend Fukurodani after watching Bokuto play and literally for no other reason

-Bokuaka are the embodiment of love at first sight and their relationship has an unreal, almost storybook quality to it because they are literally perfect for each other. Because of this, Bokuto doesn’t understand why other people struggle so much to start and maintain a relationship, no matter how many times Kuroo tells him “just because your relationship is straight out of a movie doesn’t mean the rest of the world works like that”

-Bokuaka have a koi pond in their backyard and have named all the fish. Bokuto always asks about them when he’s away for games

IWAOI

-Iwaizumi cooks and cleans because he’s always been the one taking care of Oikawa, but he refuses to fold the laundry because “I’m not doing everything for you, you fucking freeloader”

-Iwaizumi cooks healthy “old man food.” Oikawa’s sweet tooth suffers

-Oikawa is that guy who puts more cream and sugar and other additives in his coffee than actual coffee. He’s tried all of Starbucks’ seasonal drinks and never gets the same thing twice

-Iwaoi have very heated arguments about if Godzilla can kick King Kong’s ass or not. Iwaizumi of course sides with Godzilla

-Iwaoi once fought about the original purpose of Stonehenge and now no one can mention England without it coming back up

-Oikawa only became comfortable with his glasses because Iwaizumi likes them

-Iwaoi have been friends since they were in diapers. The whole volleyball team took bets on when they’d announce their relationship

-Both the Oikawas and the Iwaizumis respond when either boy calls for mom or dad. Oikawa calls his sister Nee-chan while Iwaizumi says Oneesan

-Iwaizumi’s favorite of Oikawa’s features is his legs. Oikawa is in love with Iwa’s arms

-Neither of them can remember when they started liking each other or how their relationship started

-Iwaoi are shockingly codependent and do NOT do separation (during university in Argentina/California or for away games) well

-Deep down Oikawa is extremely insecure and worries he isn’t enough - in volleyball, in school, in his family, in his relationship. Iwaizumi always knows when he’s putting on a front and how to cheer him back up

-Iwaizumi is secretly so soft and weak for Oikawa

-After the Olympics Iwaizumi moves to Argentina to be with Oikawa and they get married. They move back to Japan after Oikawa retires from volleyball and after gay marriage becomes legal there

-Oikawa keeps various plants around the house and the patio and is extremely proud of them. He paints all their pots and even names some of them (which Iwaizumi thinks is disgustingly cute). His most prized plant is a lucky bamboo he bought on a whim when iwaoi first moved in together.

-Oikawa can’t deepthroat. It makes him so jealous that Iwaizumi can

-Iwaizumi blushes whenever Oikawa gives him a genuine compliment

-Iwaizumi has a praise kink. Oikawa has a “whatever comes out of Iwa’s mouth” kink

-Iwaizumi has dom tendencies.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

ALRIGHT FINE 

Kevin grew up in an extraordinary family. He’s been surrounded by successful people his entire life who taught the importance of hard work and told him he could be whatever he wanted to be. Everyone expected really great things of him and whenever he felt like he didn’t excel as much as they expected, he felt like he’d disappointed everyone around him, but instead of working harder like they expected and encouraged him to do he just stopped working. 

His parents and extended family kinda compared him to his cousin a few times, who knew exactly what he wanted and who he wanted to be and worked for it, graduating culinary school and opening his own restaurant. And Kevin kinda internalized that and kept comparing himself to Pigsy who’s a workaholic as the epitome of successful, something he could never measure up to, so he just gave up trying to please anyone and stopped trying to be good at anything. 

He only graduated high school cause the teachers wanted him out, he picked a college course in mechanics, barely scraped past the first year, dropped out his second year and moved into this old van a friend gave to him and has been living there for the last ten years, bouncing from couch to couch or sleeping in the van. 

The thing is, Kevin is really smart. He has the potential to be really good at what he does, but he simply choses not to be because he’s afraid of failure and disappointing people thought something out of his control. So he acts like a deadbeat lazy guy because then at least he’s disappointing people on purpose. He self-destructs any decent sort of relationships he might have and nobody want’s to hang out with him because he’s kind of a jerk that likes pushing people’s buttons on purpose to get them to kick him out for superficial reasons before they can kick him out for being him. He hurts others to protect himself and just hurts himself more in the process. 

Despite being compared to Pigsy Kevin really loves his cousin, much to his chagrin. Pigsy doesn't really expect anything from him, he just doesn’t like him because of how he acts so Kevin likes being around him. Also he’s really easy to rile up and it can be funny, (he certainly doesn’t feel bad about it sometimes haha noooo) even though Kevin takes it way too far a lot of the time. He just likes having Pigsy’s attention (kinda like a younger sib or cousin acting like a brat so you leave what you’re doing to pay attention to them) 

He’s crashed at Pigsy’s place numerous times over the years and Pigsy has kicked him out numerous times, though Kevin’s come back with no apologies and acting like they parted on fantastic terms, and despite how much he hates his guts, Kevin’s still family so Pigsy is more lenient with him than he otherwise would be. 

Pigsy is literally Kevin’s favourite person to annoy and he will literally leave everyone else alone unless annoying someone else would annoy Pigsy more. He distracts Mk, sometimes chats up customers, and 100% flirts with Tang just to get Pigsy fuming. Kevin will go out of his way to annoy Pigsy but if he were to be put in a situation where it was him or Pigsy surviving, he would chose Pigsy in a heartbeat. 

Kevin just doesn’t think very highly of himself, which is no excuse to treat other people the way he does, but hey, if he makes them mad enough no one’s gonna bother to take the time to tell him that and expect more from him. The situation he’s in is 100% of his own doing, and if he were to simply ask Pigsy for help, real help, go back to school to complete his degree, or even just try something, he could turn his life around no problem, but he’s so wrapped up in his own head he doesn’t see that type of life as an option for himself so he just sticks to freeloading, and annoying Pigsy. 

Pigsy gets frustrated and annoyed pretty easily and sees Kevin as this freeloading cousin with no dreams or aspirations who’s never worked a day in his life, exactly how Kevin wants him to perceive him. 

And that’s Kevin folks. Someone stop me before I write a fic.