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seokjinsonlyone · 2 years

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build a bridge

pairing: yoongi x f! reader

summary: “God, sometimes I’m happy when you go off on me because at least then I know what you’re thinking.”

genre: co-parents to lovers; angst; fluff

rating: pg

warnings: brief mention of general/postpartum depression other than that it’s just the fact that yoongi’s a DAD!!!! CERTIFIED DILF!!!!!!

wc: 3.2k

You heard a muffled, “Guess who’s here?” then the sound of small footsteps pattering towards the door. After a few more seconds of shuffling it opened and your daughter all but flung herself on you.

“Mama!”

“Luna!” You opened your arms wide, expecting the tackle she always greets you with when you pick her up from her father’s. You pepper kisses all across her cheeks, heart melting at the way she giggles in your embrace. “Hey, baby. Did you have a good time with daddy?”

She nodded, wrapping her arms around your neck, snuggling into you further.

“I missed you.”

She pulled back, lightly grasping your cheeks and pressing her own mildly slobbery kisses to your face. “I missed you.”

Before you could get overly emotional, her father cleared his throat reminding you two that you weren’t alone. You plastered a fake smile on your lips. “Hey Yoongi.”

He nodded back at you, lips pressed in a straight line.

“Do you have her stuff ready to go?”

“Uhhh… just about. Time got away from us a little bit. You want to step inside while I finish packing her up?” he asked, gesturing for you to come in.

You couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips as you entered his house. You don’t understand why he couldn’t just have her things ready to go. Whenever it was his turn to pick her up, you always had everything ready and waiting for him. Your goodbyes may have been a little long and drawn out, but once he was able to pry you two apart it was quick and easy. “Luna, baby, why don’t you show me some of your toys while daddy gets the rest of your stuff?” you suggested, setting her down and letting her guide you into the living room.

Her eyes lit up at the request, light bulb going off in her little toddler brain, rushing to the corner to find whatever item your statement sparked.

It was then that you noticed her outfit. You rolled your eyes at the shirt he donned your daughter in—bright pink, with sparkly gold lettering reading “Daddy’s Little Girl.” It was gaudy and definitely not something you bought for her, but she looked cute anyway. She always did. She had half of your DNA, why wouldn’t she? You shook it off. You know he only did things like that to get under your skin, as if he needed to put in any extra effort for that.

Your eyes roamed around the room, inspecting the interior. A nice sleek, modern yet homey design only interrupted by the sight of dolls and cars spread over the floor. He had good taste. You paused looking over the mantle where he had a few photos displayed. Your eyebrows shot to your forehead, realizing that the one stationed in the very middle was of you and your daughter from when she was about two months old and just started smiling. Your lips were pressed to her cheek and she had a big, toothless baby grin that was nearly identical to your own spread across her face. You knew the photo well seeing as it’d been your lockscreen pretty much ever since he snapped it.

Your inspection was cut short by your daughter calling out to you. “Look at my tabby, mama!”

“Huh?” Your brows furrowed in confusion. Your daughter’s speech was pretty good. And what she lacked in vocabulary and pronunciation you usually made up for on account of you being fluent in Luna, but you’d never heard her speak of a ‘tabby’ before. All confusion was cleared up, however, when you turned around and saw the tablet in her hands. You were already irritated, but now you were pissed.

“My tabby.”

“Oh wow,” you said, feigning enthusiasm. “When’d you get this?”

“Daddy got it for me,” she replied. That didn’t really answer the question, but you didn’t think she would. As a three year old, her concept of time was all but nonexistent. He must’ve just gotten it for her, though or you would’ve heard about it long ago. One thing your child did was talk. She began flipping through the apps, showing you each one, and you wanted to give her your full attention. You really did, but inside you were seething.

Yoongi came out holding both of her bags just in time to feel your wrath. You stood abruptly cutting Luna off. “Really, Yoongi? A tablet?”

“What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me. You know I didn’t want her having one of these. Not at this age.”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not,” you snapped back. “You know what? Never mind,” You snatched her bags from his hand ready to just leave. You could feel yourself getting worked up by the second and you did not want to traumatize your child by having her watch her parents argue in front of her. “Come on, Luna. Put that down, it's time to go.”

“I bring my tabby with me.”

You stooped down to her level. “No. You’re leaving it here. Go put it back. It’s time to go home.”

You had to refrain from rolling your eyes as hers filled with tears and soon after she burst into sobs. You counted to five in your head, willing yourself to exercise the last bit of patience you had. “Miss Luna,” you said sternly, forcing her attention to you. “We’ve talked about this. Babies cry because they don’t know how to talk. But, you know how to talk. Are you a baby or a big girl?”

“A- a big girl,” she sniffled, sobs dying down a bit.

“Okay. So you need to calm down. Come on. Take some deep breaths with me. In,” you inhaled deeply, “and out,” you exhaled. You did it a few more times, Luna following suit until she was calm again. You wiped the tears from under her eyes. “Now talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“I want my tabby,” she pouted, looking like she was about to get teary again.

“You know that you have some toys that stay at mama’s house and some toys that stay at daddy’s house. The tablet stays at daddy’s house. You can’t bring it with you.”

“It’s fine. Just let her take it,” Yoongi piped up.

You turned to him with fire in your eyes. “Can I talk to you in the kitchen?” He sighed, slumping his way to the area, while you brought your attention back to your child. “Luna. Go put your dolls and your cars back where they belong, then you can play with the tablet until mama finishes talking to daddy, okay?”

She nodded, happy to have reached some sort of middle ground, and did as you said, and you all but stomped into the kitchen. “I hate it when you do that,” you fired immediately.

He rubbed his hand down his face, looking like he was already over it. “What did I do now?”

“Yoongi,” you stressed, “I’m sitting over here telling her that she can’t bring it with her, and then you telling her that she can. How does that make me look? Who is she supposed to decide who to listen to? What are you gonna do when she doesn’t listen to either one of us? Stop undermining my authority.”

“I’m not trying to undermine your authority, but you’re making a big deal out of nothing. I don’t see why you’re so against the tablet in the first place.”

“She’s only three, Yoongi! What does she need to be on the internet for? There is so much out there that she absolutely does not need to be exposed to. And on top of that she doesn’t need the constant stimulation. You know she already has a predisposition to ADHD. Do you even monitor her when she’s using it?”

“She’s only three, __! Of course I monitor her. And for the record. I hate when you do that.”

“Me?” You pointed back at yourself, raising your eyebrows incredulously. “What did I do?”

He leaned back against the cabinets and ran his hand through his hair, trying to maintain his calm exterior but you’ve obviously ticked him off. “You bottle everything up! I know that in your head Luna is just your daughter, but I’m sorry she’s not! She’s mine, too. I’ve mentioned getting her one of those things several times, and the only thing you’ve ever said was ‘I don’t think that’s a great idea,’ and then you would switch subjects. I respect you as her mother, but I’m not just going to blindly accept everything you say. How was I supposed to know you felt this way about it if you never told me? I can’t read your mind, __. And, you always do this. God, sometimes I’m happy when you go off on me because at least then I know what you’re thinking.”

The anger dissipated from your body with every sentence he spoke and by the time he finished speaking, your lips began to wobble. Yoongi watched as your eyes slowly filled with tears and the only thing he could think of before they broke loose was how eerily similar to your daughter you looked. The same expression having crossed her face not ten minutes ago. He sighed, pulling you into his chest much in the same manner that he would do her as well.

You allowed yourself the comfort of his touch for all of thirty seconds before stepping back and wiping at your eyes, ridding them of the few tears that slipped out. You turned around peeking past the wall, making sure your daughter was still occupied. She was. Dolls successfully put away as you told her, while she sat tapping away on the tablet.

Unfortunately there weren’t many other things you could do to stall for time. You had no other option but to turn around and face the truth. “You’re right,” you conceded, ripping the band aid off. You weren’t lying when you said you didn’t want to argue with him, but you were just so passionate about anything concerning your daughter that you let your emotions get the best of you more often than not.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry, and I’m not just trying to win an argument, you know?”

You nodded, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, even though you didn’t know, not really.

“Can we sit?”

You nodded again, taking the seat adjacent to him.

“___, you know I don’t do things to intentionally piss you off, right?”

“Except when you put her in shirts that say ‘Daddy’s Little Girl,’” you pointed out, trying to lighten the mood. You hadn’t had a heart to heart with him in god knows how long. Hadn’t been in this proximity to him in even longer.

He rolled his eyes in return. “Well, yeah. That’s like the one thing. I like the way your eye twitches whenever you notice it.”

You breathed out a laugh. “My eye does not twitch.”

“It does. Your eye twitches, you stare for like two minutes, then give me one of those exasperated sighs. But, that’s not what we’re talking about. I’m being serious.”

“Look,” you exhaled shakily, “I’m sorry for snapping at you and for not communicating effectively. I–“

“I already told you I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad. I just– I really hate the way our relationship is now. When Luna was first born, we agreed that we would do this together. Now I feel like I can’t even talk to you anymore. The only reason I even got her the thing was because I felt bad for her.”

“Why?”

“She was, like, inconsolable a couple days ago because she wanted you so bad. Poor thing cried herself to sleep and everything. The next day she was still sad, so I took her to the store, and we picked it out. That was the only thing that got her to stop crying over you.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve came and gotten her.”

“I didn’t want my time cut short, and I didn’t want you to think that I couldn’t handle her,” he admitted softly. “I want you to trust me with her.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Yoongi,” you called with your stern voice and waited until he made eye contact with you. “You’re her father. Of course I trust you with her. If I didn’t, I would’ve taken you to court and you’d be seeing her every other weekend at best. I know I can be overbearing, but it’s only because I’m scared,” you replied, slipping out a confession of your own.

He reached out, covering your hand with his own. “Scared of what?”

“Everything? I’ve spent the last three years terrified. She’s my whole world. I don’t know what I would do without her. I wish you would’ve called me when she was throwing her tantrum because all I do when she’s away from me is worry and wonder and wait until I can see her again.”

He tutted. “See. This is what I mean. Luna wanted you. You wanted her. I wanted to call you, but I didn’t. Because of what?”

“Because of me.” You felt yourself getting worked up again, tear ducts beginning to well up. “You said it yourself. I bottle everything up. I push people away. I pushed you away, and we were supposed to be in this together. All I want for our daughter is for her to have the best life possible, yet I’m the one ruining it.”

“Hey, now. Cut the crap,” he deadpanned, cutting your spiral session short and scooting closer to you. “You’re not ruining anything. You’re the best mother that–“

“Mama?” you hear a little voice call, followed by small footsteps pitter pattering, and a few seconds later your daughter came rounding around the corner.

You quickly swiped at your eyes. “Yeah, baby?”

She handed her tablet to Yoongi, before turning back to you, lifting her hands up so you could hold her. She gripped your face in her little hands. “You sad?”

“Yeah, mommy’s a little sad,” you answered honestly. You always tried to treat her like a human. You wanted her to know it was okay to show emotions, and that you were human just like everyone else. You weren’t a superhero, just someone who loved her very very much.

She pressed big, sloppy kisses on each of your cheeks then laid her head down on you, putting you in a position very similar to when you first entered the door, except then you wanted nothing more than to leave and now you found your brain cycling through reasons you should stay. “Feel better now?”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you very much.”

At your confirmation, she wriggled out of your lap and into Yoongi’s reclaiming the device and continuing her game. Your heart melted as you looked at them, really looked at them together for the first time in a while. She really was a good mixture of you both. Your face shape and lips, curl pattern at least a standard deviation looser than your own but flowing wild and free nonetheless, his cute button nose and crescent shaped eyes. She was absolutely adorable, they were adorable together. You sighed heavily, suddenly nostalgic over all the time you missed together. “I’m sorry. It really is all my fault.”

“I told you to cut it out,” he said seriously, eyes focused on whatever your daughter was doing.

“No, really, Yoongi. I wasn’t okay for a long time after she was born.” He grimaced, likely remembering the time period after your daughter was born. Postpartum depression transitioned into general depression and for a while you found yourself just floating through life, unable to find a balance between being a human and being a mother. It was rough. He tried to help you so many times but more often than not he just bore the brunt of your emotional instability. “By the time I finally got some help, there was so much time and space between us. I just… I had to go.”

He squeezed Luna a little tighter. “I wished you didn’t. I hope you know that.”

You bit your lip. “I do. You tried to get me to stay, but my mind was already made up.” You weren’t quite sure if it was the right decision, but you know that you definitely feel more stable now than you did then. Although today had been proving that your road to recovery had not been fully traveled.

“What about now?”

“What do you mean?”

He locked his eyes on yours. “Is your mind still made up? Because I love you.” Your breath hitched. “I’ve loved you for a really long time, and I think my biggest regret out of everything was not telling you that sooner.”

“Yoongi I-I…” You were at a complete loss for words.

“I know there’s a ton of time and space between us, but I’ll build a bridge and we can walk across it together.”

You wished Luna was in your arms at that moment. She was your excuse, your scapegoat. Whenever you felt uncomfortable or vulnerable you’d just hug her to you and give her all your attention until whatever it was went away. You suppose it’s a good thing she’s not seeing as it was that mentality that got you here in the first place. You had to stand on your own two feet now. Easier said than done. Your mouth opened and closed a few more times, still no words being formed.

“Baby, go play in your room for a bit,” Yoongi told your daughter, then placed her on the ground, keeping hold of the tablet. She reached for it, but he held it at bay.

“Daddy,” she whined.

“Nuh-uh. I think we’ve had enough playtime on this today. Room. Now.”

He ticked his head to the side and she stomped away, rolling her little eyes, which would be a topic of discussion sooner rather than later. For now though, you focused on trying to process the fact that Yoongi was in love with you.

“C’mere.”

You stood wide-eyed and allowed him to pull you into his lap. You were stock still as he wrapped his arms around your middle and pressed his face into your neck simply breathing you in. “Yoongi…”

“Shhh… Just let me hold you for a little.” And he did. Until you completely relaxed into his embrace. It was a lot. It’d been nearly two years since you were this intimate with him and anybody else for that matter. “You don’t have to say anything. I don’t want to take more than you’re willing to give.”

You sighed. “You’re a good man, Yoongi. A great father. I care about you, but you deserve more than I have to offer.”

“I don’t want any more than that. The only thing I want is a chance. Let me be there for you. Not just because you’re the mother of my daughter but because you’re you, and I love you.” You inhaled sharply at his admission once again. He smiled into your neck. “Will you let me be there for you? Can you do that?”

It was nerve wracking to open your heart up again, but honestly you weren’t sure if you ever took it back from him in the first place; so, you shakily brought your hands up to cover his that were around your waist, interlocking your fingers together. “I can do that.”

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princelylove · 3 months

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Hello your highness! I decided not to be anonymous for this. It’s been a while since I’ve been public with a request, but I was wondering if we could get more information on Leone and Guido’s relationship? You’ve talked about it before and I adore them (Leone) so much. I love your work soooo much (and other things)

I can indulge you, dear.

Leone and Guido never really thought they'd get along- or that they'd end up being this close. It's not a secret that Leone was disliked by every single member of Team Bucciarati initially. Guido isn't really fond of cops, even if you're an ex-cop, you still were one. Willingly. Not like you were born one, dude.

He didn't choose to live with Leone, but hey! Happy coincidences.

Originally, the apartment was just Guido's. He had some money of his own, and got some more from, uhhh, elsewhere, so he had the luxury of his own place where he could sprawl out as much as he wanted. When Leone joined, Bruno brought him to Guido and asked very, very nicely to let him stay for a while until Leone could get some place of his own.

Guido's not the type to turn down the man that got him out of a multiple decade sentencing and gave him a job. Welcome home, buddy.

Leone and Guido didn't really talk much at first. It’s not that Guido felt any sort of resentment for Leone intruding on his space, it’s just that Leone felt a lot of shame for having to rely on a younger man (even though their age gap isn't bad at all) and isolated as much as possible. He's supposed to be an adult. He's supposed to have his shit together.

It's kind of weird, but Guido doesn't really mind that Leone only comes out of his room for a drink and the bathroom. It's like he's still alone! To be honest, Guido prefers to have somebody around, so he feels less lonely when Leone makes surprise appearances. Scares the shit out of him sometimes, though.

It's like the guy stands behind him when he's watching tv in the dark on purpose. We gotta put a bell on you, dude.

Really, it doesn't really matter what the freeloader the greaaat guy in the corner is doing most of the time. If he wants to do fuck-all all day long, who's Guido to stop him? It's like he's got a roommate that acts like an urban legend, as long as he cleans up after himself, it's fine. Even if Guido would prefer to have a friend...

Until Leone became a giant pain in the ass to deal with. Then it became an issue. No, dude, you can't crash in the middle of the kitchen floor. You're huge, and you gotta take the garbage out.

Their relationship improves when Leone becomes more stable, and helps out more.

They bond the same way- movies, music, quality time stuff! It's kind of cute how they live- beer on one side of the fridge, healthy salad items on the other. The contrast is nice, and the fact that they get along despite their differences is sweet.

Of course, what's a friend if not an accomplice.

They're both mafioso, so it's not like it's crazy to think about one of them doing things like stalking or bringing somebody home. While Guido isn't the type to kidnap his darling, Leone is.

And God, does Guido think it's annoying.

#request granted #yandere leone abbacchio #yandere guido mista #i guess #guido cameo on leone posts are for my soul

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the-fiction-witch · 11 months

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Stables

Media Wolf Hall

Characters Gregory Cromwell & Rafe Sadler

Couple Gregory X Reader X Rafe

Rating Smut

Kinktober Day 19

Kinktober Concept threeway

I hummed my little tune as I stood in the stables sweeping the horse's hay, a seemingly endless job as any time I swept the hay with the old broken broom across the cobblestones, the hay simply broke into smaller pieces littering themselves across the floor as I swept but I suppose it gets me out of any other work in the house.

I heard the door so I glanced over seeing a familiar sight at the door “hiya master Cromwell” I smiled

“Ohh Hi y/n” He smiled with a slight blush, “Just Gregory you know that by now”

“Sorry” I blushed “Did you want to take sam out for a ride?”

“Ohh no, that’s okay y/n. I uhh just came in to get away foir a while

“Oh, alright then, did you want me to go?”

“No you can stay if you want too.”

“Alrtight then” I giggled and continued with my work as gregory sat on one of the little wooden benches we chatted on and off for a while until I finally asked

“Gregory, what are you really doing here?” I glared

“Oh uhhhhh” he blushed

“Come on tell me”

“I uhhh… I’m uhh I’m kinda hard.”

“Oh?” I blushed hard glancing down a little

“Yeah- my rooms next to my dad’s office so he has a habit of coming to check up on me- so I come in here sometimes, it’s like the only place in the house knowone ever comes”

“That’s true, it’s why I like working in here.”

“Yeah I was little annoyed you were in here actually”

“Did you want me to go?”

“No it’s alright”

“I don’t mind you doing so in the corner”

“No thanks y/n”

“well if you like I could help out” I giggled

“what do you mean?” he asks little confused

“what do you think Gregory?” I smirk

“do you mean that?” he asked and I nodded “Uhhhhh sure” He happily smiled getting up from his bench and coming over to where I stood I smiled and put my broom away in the little cupboard and stood with him beside the stone wall “So…”

“so” I smirk moving a little closer and rubbing my nose on his “shall we?”

“Yes please” He nods

I smirked and closed the gap kissing him rather hard, he kissed me back almost instantly very eagerly meeting my energy and wrapping an arm around my waist to tug me a little closer to him, after a few hot passionate kisses I pulled back giving his nose a little kiss before I got down on my knees and undid unlaced his pants letting him lean on the stone wall as I tugged down his pants to his ankles and was met with his erection

“Ohh my Hello Gregory” I smirked peppering him with little kisses

“Uhhh” he gasps

So I changed over licking from base to tip

“Ughhhh... I was - I was thinking about you” he moans

“Were you? when?” I giggled as I pulled away

“When I got hard, I almost always am.”

“Humm are you saying I make you hard Gregory?” i giggled taking his hilt in hand pumping into my mouth as I licked his head

“Ughhhhhh yes! Yes you do! You always do”

“How very sweet” I giggled “such a lovely complement for a girl, to hear she makes her master hard when he thinks of her”

“Ughhhhh y/n please-”

I smiled and moved so I could take every inch of his cock in my mouth and began sucking and licking him, his moans filling the stables tall wooden roof I made sure to suck hard, learn where he loved my tounge and moving my head back and forth to make sure he felt as pleased as he could be I was being fueled by Gregory’s moans and groans every so often his hand would tug on my hair as a silent plea for more sometimes I allowed him and sometimes I slowed to tease him more

Suddenly the door slowly swung open!

I tried to move away but Gregory had his eyes closed so didn’t see the door and tugged my head closer preventing me from moving away and I saw another familiar figure in the door way I pushed his hand off and moved away wiping my mouth

“Master Sadler” I gasped

“Ohh shit-” Gregory gulped

“What’s this then? A snuggle in the stables?” Rafe smirked

“We uhh we weren’t doing anything-” Gregory began

“Ohh please I saw her with your dick in her mouth.” He chuckled “I should really go and tell your father”

“No rafe please don’t, He’ll kill me”

“Please No Rafe, Master Cromwell would fire me if he found out” I begged

“Well… I could be convinced to keep my mouth shut” He smirked shutting the door locking it and coming over getting on his knees behind me and grabbing my breasts through my dress “Hummm such a pretty girl, go on then” He smirked in my ear

“Yes Sir” I giggled “Shall we Sir?” I smirked stroking his shaft with my finger

“Yeah go on y/n” Gregory smirked so I happily took Gregory back into my mouth continuing as we had been “Ughhhhhh!”

“You sound so good for him y/n. You like having Gregory in your mouth?” he asks and I nodded “humm well Don’t tire yourself out though I want a turn in that pretty mouth too” Rafe smirked

“Ughhhh fuck- you’ll get your turn just wait” Gregory snapped

“I can’t help being excited watching her work so hard, maybe our cute little girl needs some pleasure too for doing such good work for us” He smirked moving away a moment to lay on the floor, he pushed my dress up to my waist exposing my ass which he happily spanked before he pushed my legs apart and moved under my legs starting to kiss and gentle lick my clit as I hovered over him, making me moan as he was so skilled and precise with his tongue, I made sure to deep throat Gregory to try and hide my moans but both of them knew how much I enjoyed it, but as I knew Gregory was getting closer I moved my spare hand not wrapped around Gregory's cock to move to rafe gently palming his erection though his tight pants which made him often gasp or moan giving me moments of respite from the pleasure, but I smirked a little and moved my head more aggressively on gregory and slipped my hand into rafes pants taking him in my hand

“Ughgghhhhh! Fuck how did you get so good at this-”” Gregory says struggling between his moans

“I’m starting to think we’re not the first boys she’s snuggled with” Rafe laughs

“I think so too” Gregory smirked moving his hands to cup my breasts

“Hummmm maybe our cute little y/n’s sneaking around alot” Rafe smirks

And I quickly shook my head

“No?” Gregory smirked

“Humm, then she’s must just be our little whore.”

“Ughhhhhh! Ughhhh ughhhhhhhhh! y/n!” Gregory moaned as he buried himself deep in my mouth I happily swallowed and licked him clean giving his tip a little kiss as I pulled away

“Umm my turn” Rafe smirked moving out from under me trading placed with an exhausted gregory, rafe unlaced his pants and excitedly pulled out his erection “Come on darling, You’ve got room for me too don’t you?”

“Of course sir” I giggled taking him into my mouth and holding his hilt in hand it took a moment or two to find rafe’s favoured pace but he liked hard and fast which was family easy with very little tongue so I made sure to go deep and fast letting him hold my hair

“Ughhhhhh fuck you are good-”

“I told you she was,” Gregory cooed as he cuddled me grabbing my breast with one hand and slipping his fingers inside me with the other making me moan “This really is a dream come true for us, you have no idea how much Rafe and I talk about your beautiful body and all the things we’d do to you if we ever got you alone” Gregory growled

“All of which normally revolve you on your knees for us” Rafe smirked “Ughhhh little more y/n I’m close-”

“She is too she’s so tight” Gregory smirked speeding up his fingers and using his other hand to rub on my hardening nipple through my dress I did my best not to scream but I knew I was so close

“Uhhhhh! Ughhhhhh y/n! Y/N!” Rafe groans throwing his head back and burring himself deep in my mouth I happily swallowed what I could even if I little leaked out my mouth as only a few seconds later I hit my own moaning down his cock as I tightened around Gregory’s fingers which he quickly stopped moving when he felt I had reached it.

I was utterly exhausted moving back and collapsing on the stable floor gasping for breath my dress still around my waist my dripping pussy exposed Rafe’s seed dripping out my mouth, my mouth hung open as I gasped and from just being too tired

“Aww look what we did to her?” Gregory smirked

“Humm she does look good” Rafe smirked as the two came to lean over me “I have an idea” he smirked which he then whispered to gregory who seemed to agree as he smirked widely

“What Idea?” I asked slightly nervous but neither answered me “What are you doing?” I asked trying not to panic

“Grab her arms” Gregory told him

“What are you boys-” I began the moment rafe lifted his foot I tried to get up but rafe grabbed my arms holding them level with my head as he stood behind me letting me lean my head on his shoulder gregory took my ankles both boys holding me slightly above the floor meaning if I wanted out of their grips as they stood I’d have to fall to the floor, rafe wrapped my arms around his neck and gregory wrapped my legs around his waist both of them far enough apart I hard to lay but close enough I had no chance of escape then the boys both began to tickle me

“Ahhhhh! Boys let me go!” I squealed between giggles

“Aww but we’re just tormenting you, like you do us everyday” rafe smirked

“Yeah come on y/n” gregory smirked

Rafe grabbed my breasts ripping my dress to expose me completely making me squeal “Awww yeah, look at you pretty little girly” he growled fondling them and playing with my nipples tugging on them to make them hard

“She really is beautiful” Gregory smirked as he grabbed my inner thighs pulling them apart to expose and separate my pussy as much as he could causing it to drip down onto the floor “Whoa… she must be so horny, don’t worry y/n we’re about to make sure this is taken very good care of” Gregory smirked stroking my pussy…

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Part 5 of Scooby doo fanfic

Alejandro’s father sat at the far head of the table, leaning his head in his hand.

“So, I see,” His low voice only muttered and sighed, drawing his hand through his hair, after the gang had explained what happened. The room remains silent , remains dull, everyone remains unable to look at each other and see that look of defeat on their friend’s face.

Me Burromuerto swore muttering sometime under his breath, standing up, pushing in the chair, and rubbing his nose bridge left the room.

“Fuck,” he just muttered to himself under his breath. Leaving Tyler, Owen and Noah to walk back in through the dull hallway, the cold floor biting through their shoes. Getting ready for bed the air was silent.

The blinding morning lights seeped through the blinds and right into drenching light intoTyler’s weary eyes.

“Huuhhh, uhh,” Tyler unintelligible tried muttering, squishing into his pillow. Loud voices sounding from downstairs, though the disorientation from just waking up made and of that go in one ear and out the other.

“Guys, guys, guys!” Owen blurted out, racing around the room, already fully dressed, and seemingly somehow full awake. “The news dudes! All the cameras and film crews are here, we gotta go down!”

“Uhhh, five more minutes” Noah grumbled into his pillow, lazily waving his arm around to shoo off the noises.

“Come on, Noah!” Owen said, tugging on Noah’s arm to get him (If it was up to Noah he’d be there for eons) “We need to get stuff, so we can find Ale!”

“Ehhh” Noah kept grumbling, somewhat attempting to get up.

“Wow! Man, I thought you were still asleep.” Owen exclaimed gawking at Tyler who managed to wake up, get dress and be all ready to go in what must of been an instant.

“Yeah dudes, we gotta look for Alejandro.” Tyler said, with a determined look in his eye.

“Mmm,” Noah quietly said, finally getting his head off of his pillow.

“Time to go get some bats, bitc-” Izzy barked, pouncing up on her hind paws.

Cameras and film crews and news reporters scurried everywhere, looking for the next big scoop and where better to get it from the scene of the bat monster’s attack.

“Hi, I’m Chris Mclean, here at the scene of wher-”

“Thanks Mclean, I’m Blain-” One of the news reporters said, shoving the other one out of the way. “Ouch!” Blainely grabbing her foot in pain.

“Out! This is mine! I did everything for this,” Chris Mclean, muttered, pushing back against the, as Noah thought of her as, “fame sucking vampires.”

“Okay, so, split up and get info.” Noah said.

“Sir, what has- people- what do you know about the case?” Owen said, after slipping off, poking a intern

“I don’t know, they don’t tell me anything,” The short intern with eye bags stretching over his face grumbled.

“Oh,”

“Yeah, I’m here to double check everything, mind if I have over all the scripts and sources, you know just gotta make sure, you know.” Noah said, approaching one of the hosts, who just got off camera.

“Kid, loss the fake mustache, you aren’t shit, if you wanna waddle onto the film world, get some makeup to cover up that face and we’ll talk.” Blainely barked, feral devouring her coffee, like she was a wolf digging into some meat.

“Yeah, if only make up could cover up your personality,” Noah grumbled.

“What is she doing here?” Chris Mclean, cornered on one of his the people behind the cameras. “Cheffff, she is the worst and she is stealing his from me.” He whined like some spoiled child.

“Hey Chris, we got this, or I have an idea.” He whispered trying to keep their conversation quiet, while Tyler crept behind some of the bushes, hidden in the garden.

Owen and Tyler had reunited back together, sat on the grass.

“Anything?” Owen questioned.

“Nah, you?”

“No luck.”

“Uhhh,” Noah moaned,

“Oh wait, I think it’s Alejandro’s brother who is being interviewed, '' Owen pointed out, reinvigorating a bit of his energy.

“What’s the point of that?!” Noah groaned, waving his hand in the air. “He wasn’t even there.”

“Yeahh, let’s go watch though, maybe never know!”

Jose dramatized recapping for the loathsome news reporter who seemed entrenched, maybe people in his thrall.

“I swear he thinks Alejandro is like some helpless five year old?”

“Ah, lay off, he is his older brother, probably just protective,” Owen said “Just surprised I wonder who told him, because he wasn’t there.”

“What?” Noah blurted out.

“Yeah, he was out grabbing some stuff to refill the drink or ice or something, I forget, from the back.”

“This wasn’t mentioned before, because?!”

“It didn’t come up in conversation?”

“Owen, Owen, that’s important to the case!”

“Huh, I mean I suppose that could be important.”

“Owww,” Tyler muttered the thorns sticking into his skin, while he tried to stay as quick as possible.

“We can play the long game, you know good old sabotage?”

“Oh darling, you know me so well,” Chris snickered. “So we watch Blainely completely mess up and watch her look a fool after, you know what?”

“Ouch!” Another thorn stabbing into Tyler’s arm.

“What was that?” Chris said, suddenly worried.

“Let’s keep it down.” Chef whispered, as they walked away from where Tyler could hear.

“Nooo, come backkk,” Tyler muttered “Ouch!” more thorns stabbing into him as he slightly moved.

“So here you are!” Blainely’s show voice spitting out the dialogue held up by one of the grumbling interns. “The illusive Bat monster striking fear into the hearts of many is an honest soul,” She said “Who is very hot and I am very attracted to?” She read off, very very confused.

“Who knows what we will see next of this creature and where he could strike next! Back to you John.”

“Heh, I know some girl in high school who’d probably write a couple dozen fanfics about that” Noah quipped “Though that feels like I’d be vomit inducing.”

“Hah, yeah man! I’d read it whenever- uh- whenever- I uh- want to vomit, yeah!”

“Ow, ow ow,” Tyler whispered “Need to get out, need to get out from Al- OW!” he desperately attempting to shift his body out of the bushes, though only to be met with more thorns.

“Heyyy, kid what are you doing in there?” Chris leaned down to Tyler, still attempting to get out.

“Just gardening?” Tyler said, attempting to find an excuse.

“Not well.” Chef said, lifting Tyler out of the bushes.

“Thanks man.” Tyler sighed, after being plopped on the ground.

“Don’t worry kid!” Chris chuckled, patting Tyler weirdly in the middle of his back. “Run along now, don’t go jumping into more bushes and trust the word.” Chris and Chef walked off smirking at each other about something.

“Sure, dudes” Tyler essentially said to himself, since they’d already walked away, aqs he walked bye.

“Hey Tyler!” Owen said, waving at him, Noah standing by him, “Oh man, we’ve been looking all over for you!”

“Ah, shoot sorry man” Tyler awkwardly laughed, picking out some of the thorns stuck in his skin.

“Ooooo, the looks bad,”

“You reckon you could help get some out of the back?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, course man, yeah anytime.” Owen said, spinning Tyler around

“What the hell?” Noah blurted in.

“What, wait, wait is it??”

“It’s some kind of note…” Noah quietly muttered. “An address?”

17 east crystal cove road

Come down and say hi to your friend

I’ll be there ; )

"Ohh, like hell, obvious tra-" Noah attempted to caution

"We'll be there!" Tyler standing up tall

"Uhhh."

"Yeah, for Alejandro!" Owen said, meeting Tyler's eyes

"Yeah, for Alejandro." Tyler

"Hm! well he does still owe me, can't let him go missing now." Noah said, meeting the other twos eyes

"Yeah! Now it's time for some revenge on that turd!." Izzy pounced in.

"Where the hell have you been?!”

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littleperilstories · 2 years

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The Prince of Thieves: Overdue for Trouble After Midnight

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Warnings: grief, angst, mention of death (hanging/execution), uhhh some light systemic misogyny?

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Overdue for Trouble After Midnight

Teaser: My stomach lurched as I crossed the sticky tavern floor. It was always disgusting in this place, positively rancid on a good day, but the splintered wood and shattered glass swept to the corners of the room caught my eye. The jagged shards snagged on what the man had said about a big goddamn fight. Was all this from the day before?

Colette

“Talk to him.”

Geoff’s bushy eyebrows jump upwards, and his mouth tightens, the only visible hint that I’ve managed to piss him off with that three-word command. “You think I haven’t tried?”

Of course I know he’s tried. We both have. But our alpha wolf has shut down completely.

Well, that’s not strictly true. To an outsider, he looks the same as he ever did. Jamie rises early, checks up on the current jobs we’re running, finds out what the pickpockets have brought in. He barely says a word to anyone if it’s not related to IA. He only eats enough to keep himself alive.

Even worse, since Will vanished, Wolf too has been disappearing for hours at a time, and though he’s always been partial to a solitary walk in the fresh air, now he never tells us where he’s going or how long he’ll be gone. It’s a surprise and a relief every time he comes back.

Tonight, when he thinks Geoffrey and I are asleep, he rises again and slips out the door.

I don’t know what he thinks he’s going to find in the empty, dark-veiled streets. Will is gone.

It fell to me to tell him what happened. The day after Fox didn’t come back, I slipped into the tavern where the meeting supposedly occurred. All pubs have their regulars, I figured; someone must have seen what went down.

“Constabulary busted in,” one drunkard told me. His hair fell in front of his face—greasy salt-and-pepper hunks. “Bunch’a’vem. Whole fuckin’ crew, batons out, them snakes. Big goddamn fight. Saw ’em bring a body out, too. After.”

He reeked of beer, his breath hot and sour and far too close for comfort. It took a great deal of self-control not to shove his leering face away from mine. I vaguely wondered if he could tell my boy’s clothing was a disguise to get me through the tavern door, or if he just liked what he saw in front of him. More pressing, however, was what he’d said.

But he was drunk. Too drunk. Not reliable. “You’re sure?”

His nod was fervent, but wobbly, and I left him swaying on his stool in search of someone more sober who could tell me what had happened to Will.

My stomach lurched as I crossed the sticky tavern floor. It was always disgusting in this place, positively rancid on a good day, but the splintered wood and shattered glass swept to the corners of the room caught my eye. The jagged shards snagged on what the man had said about a big goddamn fight. Was all this from the day before?

I caught some mournful, pudgy-faced lad before he got too deep in his cups. “There was a brawl here yesterday. Were you here? Did you see?”

He nodded, narrowing his eyes at me as if I were part of the constabulary, come snooping around again. “Why you asking?”

“Because I want to know what happened,” I snapped. “Will you tell me or not?”

My voice cracked and rose in pitch, bringing me dangerously close to breaking my disguise—not good, because girls aren’t allowed in taverns unless they’re selling beer or pleasure. His eyes narrowed even more, and I had to force myself to take a steadying breath. What am I doing? I need to keep calm. Losing my grip on my emotions wouldn’t do anyone any favours. Not me, not Jamie, not Will.

I swallowed and fixed him with a hard stare. The way Wolf or Hare would glare at him. “Talk.”

I could see the man working through the options in his mind: give me the truth, brush me aside, or be a real asshole about it and alert the barman that some annoying woman had infiltrated their sacred fucking territory. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he sighed. “The constables arrested some kid. He tried to run, and they fought. Window got broken. And someone bit it, but I dunno who.”

He nodded toward the back room, and through the doorway, I could see the jagged broken glass of the aforementioned window. They’d done a shit job of cleaning up. Darkness stained the wall next to the shattered pane, rusty brown and ominous.

Fuck.

“Who?” I could barely bring myself to breathe out the question. “Do you know who it was?”

“I just told you—”

“The one they arrested!” You stupid ass. “I don’t care who died.”

He huffed out a sigh. “Like I said, some kid. He put up a fight, but they took him away. Think they were waiting. Some sorta sting.” He nudged me away with his elbow and turned to his ale. “I don’t know anything else about your fucking boyfriend. Now get lost. Before someone lets the owners know you snuck in here.”

I did as he said, but only after I’d taken a few more breaths to stop myself from whipping out my knife and driving it through his hand. Partly for the dumb fucking assumption about me and Will—the very thought made me gag. But mostly because he dared to order me out of his sight like a father shooing away a toddler.

I consoled myself by taking what coins he had in his pocket. Stupid man didn’t notice.

Outside the tavern, I sucked in the fresh air, glad to have a break from the smoke-and-sour-ale stench that all taverns boast. What were my choices now? Head to the jailhouse, find out if Will was inside? Maybe I’d even catch a glimpse of his idiotic face. But that would be risky. Too risky. If I got caught, and the constables spotted my tattoo, they’d throw me right in there with him. Then Jamie and Geoff wouldn’t know what had happened to either of us.

I decided to return to the city safe house, awash in dread, to tell Jamie what I’d learned. My heart thundered in my chest when I brought him the news; I was terrified, terrified, he’d lose control of his emotions, begin to wail and lament. I didn’t want to see my alpha cry.

He just nodded. Wouldn’t meet my gaze. “Thanks, Spider.” As if I was coming back with intel on anyone else’s arrest. As if it wasn’t his little brother—our Fox—our Will—they’d dragged away in chains.

“Try again,” I tell Geoff now. He doesn’t like it when I use this tone with him. He calls it my ‘mother’ voice. Actually, I modelled it after my old schoolmistress, but I don’t think the correction would mean much to him. Whatever we call it, that voice pisses him off every time.

“Spider! What the fuck do you want me to say?” He throws his hands in the air. “He’s said as much to me as he has to you.”

“Don’t wave your hands in my face.” I shove his arms back down. “He’s more likely to open up to you than me. You know it as well as I do.”

Our voices are getting louder, and it’s the middle of the night, much too late to be bellowing at each other, but it doesn’t matter. It’s not like we’re going to wake Jamie up with our arguing. He’s not fucking here.

Geoff glares at me. “He won’t say a damn thing.”

I rub my temples, feeling a headache brewing there. James has never lost his head over anything since I’ve known him. But Will is the only family he has left, the person he cares about the most. Losing his brother might be what does him in.

The problem is, if he goes down, we all go down.

It’s an awful thing to think, I know, and the guilt of harbouring this selfish thought brings a burning to my eyes. I can’t fucking stand the thought of that little mop-headed idiot in prison. But if that’s what happened—which is what all my sources are saying—then we’re in trouble. Big trouble.

And the Jamie who’s fucking around, disappearing for hours on end, sneaking out every day on some foolish search for a brother he knows he won’t find, hardly saying a word to his inner circle is not the alpha who will get us out of trouble if it comes knocking at our door.

To hell with it. “We need a plan!” I’m shouting at Geoff now, something he usually fucking hates—far more than he hates the schoolmistress voice—but tonight he stands still and takes it. A shudder wracks his body, ever so slightly, and distantly, I know I should calm down. Not that Geoffrey would ever dare lay a finger on me. I’d break his goddamn arm. But he might go punch something—or someone—else. “If the constables have W—If they have Fox, they’re going to interrogate him, and if he spills, they’re going to come straight here—”

“For Christ’s sake, d’you want the whole fucking street to hear? Fox won’t need to tell them anything. Just keep yelling like that—”

He’s right. He’s fucking right. I press a hand against my mouth. Gritty wetness—trapped between my fingertips and cheek—tears.

Goddamnit. I’ve never cried in front of Geoff. Or anyone in IA.

“You two can stop shouting,” a voice says from behind us, and we both whirl. Jamie’s back, unhurt, unbloodied, all in one piece. A sigh of relief rushes out of me. “It’s just me.”

“Where the hell were you?” I’m dragging him close before I’ve even thought it through—giving him a hug before Geoff can steal the moment first. “You fucking idiot.”

Jamie accepts the embrace stiffly, or perhaps the distant look in his eyes means he’s barely even noticed I’ve got my arms around him. The cold of the autumn midnight still clings to his coat, his skin. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Where’d you go?” Geoff will disappear in a moment, find a blanket, put a pot of water over our meagre fire. But for a breath, he is motionless, his dark eyes brimming with concern, fixed upon Jamie as he waits for an answer.

“I went for a walk. I needed… I needed to think. Alone.”

Classic James. He’s the alpha wolf until he decides to be the omega. When it’s best for him.

“Spider’s right.” Jamie slinks out of my hold to untie his boots. Even when his head’s somewhere else, when the entire world is burning around us, he remembers the little things. He knows I’ll kill him if he tracks mud over the floor. “We should make a move. Hit another safe house. Maybe even find a new one.”

His words fall like stones, plummeting to the floor. I swallow. There's something you’re not saying, Alpha. “What did you find out?”

“They…” His eyes are wide, and when he stands, sans shoes, there’s a tremor in his limbs. “There’s going to be a hanging this week. Public. Signs went up today.”

For a moment, silence.

I shake my head. “It’s not him, Alpha. It can’t be. They don’t hang thieves.”

“We don’t know what happened.” His voice is low and steady. It doesn’t match the terror in his eyes. “But you said it yourself. There was a fight. Someone died. What if Will…”

What if it was Will who landed the killing blow, and he’s going to hang for murder?

“He wouldn’t,” I say, but all of us know what Will can be like. Impulsive, thoughtless, wild.

“It doesn’t matter.” Jamie shoves past me. “They could pin it on him, anyway. And if it’s not him, we’re still fucked. You said it yourself. They’ll get it out of him one way or another.” He squeezes his eyes closed. “Won’t they?”

I shake my head even though he won’t see, but I can’t speak.

“One of our runners was caught,” he says quietly. “That’s the other news.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Maybe the noose is for them.” Geoff’s voice is almost always quiet. Now it’s tinged with grief as well. And something else—fear.

First Will. Now some runner.

That noose in the execution square? It’s for us. And it’s tightening around our necks.

I’m leaning against the wall in the hallway when Geoff stalks towards Jamie’s closed door. The space is narrow, and he has to squeeze past me, grunting an absent, insincere, “Sorry,” as he does. I could move. I don’t. My limbs feel heavy, my heart like stone.

There’s going to be a hanging this week.

Please, I think. Don’t let it be Will. The thought of his stupid little freckled face glaring out at a sea of judging eyes right before a trapdoor drops beneath his feet makes me want to empty my stomach.

Thieves we may be, and Fox might be a reckless, sarcastic little shit. But he doesn’t deserve that. None of us do.

It’s hard, so hard, to bring myself to move. In the end, it’s what I hear from Jamie’s room that draws me away from the wall.

“It should have been me.”

My heart breaks.

Stealing through the hall, following in Geoff’s footsteps, I peek through the doorway, and what I see shatters me into pieces.

Geoffrey is silent—what can he say? There are no words to ease Jamie’s pain—but he has his arms wrapped around our alpha, and there’s a sheen to his eyes that is not usually there. That little shudder wracks his body again when he meets my gaze.

Jamie doesn’t notice me slipping through the door. He’s buried his face in Geoff’s shoulder; his entire body is wracked with sobs. The rough floor snags on my skirt and stockings as I kneel next to them and reach over to lay my hand on his arm. But I know he doesn’t feel it. He is lost, far beyond my reach.

Geoff embraces him even tighter as Jamie speaks again, voice broken and thick with tears. “It should have been me.”

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todayisafridaynight · 2 years

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still a fan of the goromi Majima Everywhere event like that shit was needlessly wholesome and for what

#snap chats #i havent played kiwami 1 in a long while but Man it really did make me love majima a whole deal #he was the reason why i even did all the substories LMAO fuck totally 100% the shit but i liked him enough to wanna run around a lot #maybe one day ill go back and get all the Majima Everywhere events #i got Majima From Above which is apparently a p rare encounter so i got that out of the way at least #i think i got the one where he comes out from uhhh a floor corner but i think i lost my save progress so i lost that #i think my game crashed for a second i think thats how i lost it idk i cant remember #ok back to my typical posting

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kumzume · 4 years

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take a seat ft. itadori yuuji

wc. 1.5k :0

warnings. SMUT, eager yuuji, face sitting, cumming untouched, uhhh, kinda soft(????), embarrassed blushy yuuji, lots of inner thoughts (???), sukuna being a lil shit, uhhh

an. this is for that one nonnie who asked for some yuuji n i had to oblige :) i love this man he so cute omg ALSO cannot tell if this is good or not lmao wrote it half asleep so ignore typos n such

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ever since yuuji first laid eyes on you, he knew he wanted one thing.

it wasn’t necessarily a relationship, even though he knew you would make an excellent partner; it wasn’t a friendship either—he could never have enough of those and yet it wasn’t what he truly wanted.

what itadori yuuji really wanted from you was... embarrassing.

yuuji was no stranger to his body and libido but the attraction he felt for you was otherworldly. he could hardly breathe when you walked around the corner, much less focus on exorcising a curse. it had gotten so bad that even gojou-sensei had caught on and teased him relentlessly about his infatuation with you.

and that’s what it was—a mere infatuation that would pass in a month... or two... or five... well it wasn’t going away but that didn’t mean he liked you liked you.

all he wanted was—

“i want you to sit on my face.”

what the FUCK.

the minute the words left his lips, a firetruck red blush spread over his entire face and chest, his mouth babbling apologies and curses.

it didn’t help that yuuji could just feel sukuna sitting in the back of his head, mocking and teasing him. now all he wanted was to sink through the floor never to be seen again.

in the midst of an emotion-filled tirade of an apology, a soft hand found its way on his cheek, a thumb caressing the mark that resides there.

yuuji immediately shut up as he leaned his face into your touch. he couldn’t keep his eyes from fluttering shut from your ministrations while simultaneously ignoring sukuna laughing at how easy it was for you to gain control of the infamous vessel.

the both of you stood there for what felt like hours to yuuji but was probably more close to 2 minutes. he had almost forgotten about his previous mortifying sentence until you opened your mouth to speak.

“you want me to sit on your face?” you questioned with honest curiosity in your voice, not noticing how yuuji’s body tensed instantly at the subject change.

the red flush was back as he moved to bolt out of your arms and hopefully to the bottom of the ocean where he would not have to deal with this horrifying incident.

you, being super observant, of course noticed yuuji’s hesitance to respond to your query, his eyes constantly darting off to the side as he stammered some kind of excuse to get away.

you caught the words “meeting” and “ocean” in the midst of his rambling before deciding to take matters into your own hands, hoping to save the poor boy from an early heart attack.

yuuji was about ready to pass out when your soft (so soft, were they always like this or did you use chapstick, oh my gosh was that cherry flavored??) lips pressed against his, pulling him into a gentle kiss.

his body relaxed in your hold, his massive, calloused hands coming up to hold your hips. he could faintly hear sukuna urging him to take charge of the situation but yuuji was more than content to have you hold the reins especially when you did something with your tongue leaving him weak in the knees.

the kiss wasn’t at all sultry at first but it quickly turned that way, your tongue pushing its way into his mouth and meeting his, allowing a small whine to crawl up the back of his throat.

yuuji pushed you away from himself, his chest heaving and lips kiss swollen. he looked a little less embarrassed and a little more turned on which gave you the confidence to finally answer his question.

“i want to sit on your face,” you said nonchalantly, ignoring the throbbing between your legs and the heat of your cheeks. his reaction was immediate; a loud groan escaped his chest and his knees buckled beneath him.

you reacted quickly and caught him but not before he dragged you down to the ground with him. yuuji landed with a thud and you landed hard on top of him, both your legs straddling his hips leaving your wet heat beneath your skirt just a breath above his hard cock pressing against the zipper of his pants.

when you looked back down at him, you reveled in his reaction, a bright red covering his cheeks and his mouth slightly agape at your closeness.

you grinned and leaned back down, your lips grazing his ear. “i said i want to sit on your face—will you let me do that yuuji? want me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours?” his eyes rolled back in his head while his hips involuntary bucked up into yours. your words affected him much more than he expected— you just sounded so sexy.

“yes yes yes, please sit on my face, i need you, i need your cum—fuck—just please,” he begged, his hands finding your hips again to push them down against his own. he thrusted against you, whining when he felt you leak over his crotch.

you moaned softly at his voracity but still swiftly maneuvered your way out of his hold so that you could pull your soiled panties off before straddling over his lips.

yuuji’s eyes locked onto your dripping wet heat, craning his head up to get a taste but you lifted up too far for him to reach. he whimpered loudly, his eyes turning glassy as he made eye contact with you.

you continued your little game of hovering over his mouth in reach but then pulling back when he got too close until he was whining and crying, tears leaving tracks on his cheeks and liquid on your thighs.

as much as you loved seeing him this desperate and debauched, you decided to stop teasing him and give him what he wanted. slowly, you lowered yourself back down to his red lips, giggling a little when he groaned thinking that you were teasing him yet again, but when you didn’t stop his eyes widened in shock.

holy shit.

you were actually going to sit on his face, smother him with your thighs, suffocate him in your pussy and he was going to love every. single. second.

when you got into licking range, he delved in, his tongue slurping the juices that pooled in your slit before thrusting his tongue as far as it could go.

the pleasure overwhelmed you, your hand reaching down to thread itself in his strawberry strands. he moaned into your folds, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure up your spine.

while what you were feeling was nice, it wasn’t enough. keeping your hand in his hair, you began to gently roll your hips against his face, allowing for your clit to rub against his nose giving you much needed friction.

this action seemed to please yuuji immensely, his hands coming up to lift your hips from his mouth to groan, “yes yes yes, fuck my face, use me—fucking shit,” before pulling you back down and devouring you.

you barely stood a chance against yuuji’s talented tongue, the only words coming out of your mouth being profanities and slurred variations of his name. he was enjoying himself too, his hips rutting up into the air while his tongue sucked at your folds.

the knot in your stomach was coiling tighter but you needed one more thing. “y-yuuji, my c-clit— ah ah fuck!” apparently he takes instruction like a champ, his lips moving up to pull your clit in his mouth and sucking hard.

your mouth dropped open in a silent moan while your hand tightened in his hair, your body curling in on itself as you rutted against his mouth to ride out your orgasm. yuuji licked and slurped you to help you ride out your high.

finally, you came down from your peak, your legs feeling like jelly as you pulled yourself off his face before dropping down and lying beside him. after you regained your breath, you tilted your head to look at him, your cheeks burning at the sight of his face covered in your slick and his eyes closed in bliss. you allowed your eyes to trail down his toned body until the rested on his crotch where a damp spot was steadily growing.

oh.

you quickly tore your eyes away from the erotic sight and forced them back up to his, only to find that he was already looking at you with a sweet, content, and almost bashful smile playing on his cheeks. he really was sunshine incarnate and you couldn’t do anything but smile back.

“i enjoyed that,” he started, his eyes finally leaving yours and moving to stare up at the ceiling. “i hope we can do it again. you taste... very good.”

holy fuck, did his voice just get deeper?

you suppressed the urge to roll your eyes back at the sound before rolling on your side and pressing a hand to his chest. he shivered under your touch, his bottom lip being pulled into his mouth to keep a gasp from escaping.

god, he was cute.

lifting yourself up on your forearms, you leaned over to take his lips into a soft kiss, yuuji allowing a sigh to breathe into your mouth. when you reluctantly pulled away, he chased after you making you laugh. he giggled sheepishly at his eagerness as his eyes bore into yours with such heavy emotion that it struck you square in the heart.

oh no. you were so in love with itadori yuuji.

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bwbatta · 3 years

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The five times James Potter asked you to marry him

(and the one time he meant it)

Pairing: James Potter x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Sexual content, swearing

Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: I saw this done with Fred somewhere but can’t remember who it was that wrote it, so thought I’d do the same with our boy James. There is also a lil bit of smutty goodness within this so please don’t read if this offends you or if you are underage!

One

The first time James Potter asked you to marry him was when he first met you.

Quidditch season had begun and Gryffindor vs Slytherin was the first game, enticing everyone to the stands to watch the two rival teams battle it out. James was aware of the new team members he was playing against, but blissfully unaware of how one of them was you.

Their Gryffindor keeper had just saved a goal from your teammate, throwing the quaffle to James, only for it to be stolen from his grasp before he could blink.

“What the-”

His eyes caught sight of your green quidditch robes as you zipped away, throwing the quaffle for another goal and succeeding as it soared through. The Slytherin stands erupted into cheers, but James could barely focus on it as he was too focused on you.

Shaking it off, James pushed himself to focus on the game again, more determined to score, yet when you somehow stole the quaffle away from him another time, he couldn’t help but laugh.

Had Slytherin finally recruited a decent quidditch player?!

The sarcastic thought barely slipped through his mind before the quaffle vanished from his hands a third time.

“Prongs!” Sirius flew up beside him, pointing his beater’s bat towards him in an accusing way, “stop giving her the bloody quaffle!”

James just rolled his eyes before flying off towards you with the intent to nick it back.

Whilst you easily avoided a bludger that Sirius had hit towards you, James quickly pinched back the quaffle in the split second you were distracted. With a cheeky grin in your direction, he winked and flew towards the Slytherin goals.

After that, it became more of a game between the two of you rather than the actual match. Stealing the quaffle back and forth had you both snickering at the other when they lost it.

With the commentator suddenly breaking the information that the two seekers were in a battle to catch the snitch, James’ attention shifted for just a moment to watch, which was just long enough for you to steal the quaffle away once more, just as the game ended.

Noticing the quaffle no longer in his grip, his attention shot to you where you held up the ball with a grin, winking back at him.

Despite the two of you messing around with each other the whole game, neither of you had said a word to the other. Breaking the silence between the two of you, James couldn’t help but laugh, despite the fact Gryffindor had just lost after Regulus Black had caught the snitch for Slytherin.

“Marry me.” He grinned widely at you as you smiled back just as big.

“Not today.” You snickered, winking at him once more before flying down to join your team.

Sirius appeared beside his best mate with an odd expression on his face, having just witnessed the exchange.

“Am I missing something?”

James just chuckled, but his gaze stayed on you, watching as you cheered along with you team at the win. He wasn’t aware of who you were before the game, but he was very aware of you now.

Two

Despite the fact you were sorted in Slytherin, you didn’t get along with certain members of your house. The common room always seemed to be the hotspot for wannabe dark wizards who publicly shared their common views on blood status and who wasn’t worthy of studying magic.

It was something you didn’t agree with and so avoided as much as you could. This was why you sought your refuge in one of the alcoves off the third floor corridor. It was quiet and you didn’t get nearly as distracted as you would if you had stayed in the common room, or even the library for that matter.

Hearing a loud swear and then the sound of feet pounding down the corridor, you couldn’t help but be curious. Sticking your head out, you had to admit you weren’t surprised to see a panicked James Potter and Sirius Black running down the corridor towards you.

The loud shout from behind them, which could only have come from Professor McGonagall, followed them as it echoed down the hall.

The corridor came to a dead end and the two friends shared a look of dread. Before you knew what came over you, you stuck your head out and whispered to them.

“Psst,” their attention was immediately on you, “in here.”

Stepping out of your spot, the two boys clambered in as you walked down the corridor to come face to face with a furious Professor McGonagall.

“Miss Y/L/N,” she controlled her anger as she questioned you, “have you seen Mr Potter or Mr Black come down here?”

“The two Gryffindors?” You inquired, your face void of anything that would give you away, “not down here, no, though judging from the noise and smell of chaos, I think they went that way.”

Pointing down the direction of the opposite hall, the professor thanked you before turning and storming down it, turning the corner at the end and disappearing from sight.

With a snicker, you turned and headed back to find both James and Sirius with huge grins on their faces.

“Oh, you’re not just a normal Slytherin are you?!” James gleamed, stepping forward, out of the hiding spot.

“A normal Slytherin?!”

“Conniving, back stabbing, selfish.” Sirius listed off, “my entire family’s full of them, but you are different.”

“Glad I could break the Stereotype.” You shrugged a shoulder, before your attention shifted to James. “What did you two do anyway which set off McGonagall like that?!”

The pair of Gryffindor’s looked slightly sheepish suddenly as if they were reluctant to say.

“Uhhh, maybe because we set up a prank for some Slytherins’ to drop honey and feathers on them as they walked through the Great Hall, but McGonagall ended up walking through it instead.” James grimaced at the memory of how furious the teacher was.

“Well that was stupid,” you snorted whilst grabbing your bag from the floor, “she obviously just vanished it. Next time you should definitely add a sticking charm so they can’t just magic it away. Oh and get the right target. As far as I’m concerned, the Slytherin’s that are the biggest dickheads are fair game, deal?”

“Marry me.” James gazed at you like you just discovered the stars.

With a small laugh and a roll of your eyes, your attention was quickly drawn to a piece of folded parchment on the ground which you were sure wasn’t yours.

“What’s this?” You questioned as you caught sight of the front. “Messers Moony, Wormta- hey!”

“Nothing!” Sirius said quickly, snatching it from your grip and tucking it away.

“Yeah because if it was nothing, you wouldn’t just rip it out of my hands now?!” You snickered, “you know if you really don’t want it to be read, you should put a password phrase on it to at least make it look like it’s nothing.”

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea.” Sirius grinned, “you know, you’re not that bad.”

“So I’ve been told.” You laughed back at him, completely missing how James was grinning at you with utter wonder in his eyes.

Three

After inspiring the Gryffindor duo with both the prank idea and how to further the map, you didn’t expect that James and Sirius would rarely leave you alone.

Because of this, you were introduced to Remus and Peter since both James and Sirius had determined you should be friends, especially when you could give them inside knowledge on which Slytherins to go after.

You weren’t sure how to feel about it at first, but after a while it became natural to sit with the boys for breakfast or dinner.

You also didn’t expect to see Amycus Carrow walk through the common room late one evening, mysteriously covered in honey and feathers after relaying a snide comment to you about your newfound friends.

The satisfaction you got from seeing Carrow try to explain there was obviously a sticking charm, preventing him from vanishing the sticky mess to his friends, was so much better than you could’ve imagined. You told the boys that very thing the next day.

It also wasn’t long before James took the plunge and asked you out to Hogsmeade.

The two of you had grown close despite your different houses, yet you both couldn’t deny there was a major attraction between you. (Something Sirius constantly commented on.)

Which was why you found yourself in the Three Broomsticks with James, laughing over butterbeers with story he told you.

“So then Remus enters the room to find it destroyed with Sirius handcuffed to his bed, naked, with only a pillow covering him. And you know what he said, like any other Tuesday? ‘I heard they’re serving Pie for dinner tonight’.”

“I’m telling you, those Ravenclaw girls are devious! Maybe even more so than us Slytherins!”

“Well if it’s any consolation, I would hate to get on your bad side.” James grinned at you, raising his glass.

“I’ll drink to that.” You snickered, clinking your glass with his.

“Well well, I wouldn’t have expected to see you in here with this riffraff, Y/N.” A cold voice was heard from behind you. “Then again, you did always hang around with the wrong sort, a blood traitor no less.”

Turning around, your eyes met the steely blue ones of Lucius Malfoy.

“Don’t call me by my first name like we’re friends, Malfoy. And for the record, at least I don’t associate myself with wannabe death eaters, like your friends.”

To further your point, your eyes flickered over to the group where Malfoy was originally sat, the group containing the Carrows, Mulciber and Snape.

Lucius’ expression was tight, yet both James and you could see the look of hate in his eyes.

“You should leave.” James stood to match Lucius’ height as he rounded the table, effectively putting himself between the two of you. The two men stared each other down.

“And why should I?” Lucius questioned back, his voice cold.

“Because it would be an absolute shame if anyone found out about your midnight visitor the other night. Right, Malfoy?” You questioned with a innocent look on your face.

Standing up and linking your arm with James’, Lucius’ eyes snapped to you as you held his expression with a stern one of your own.

“A Hufflepuff, wasn’t she? And a muggleborn no less. Which is weird because, aren’t you engaged to Narcissa Black? I wonder what her family would think, them being the ‘Noble House of Black’ and all?”

Lucius looked furious, but you held his glare firmly, only for him to step back a few moments later, allowing a space for you to pass. Pulling James along with you, you headed towards the door with a spring in your step like you hadn’t just blackmailed one of the Slytherin prefects.

“Ooh, can we go to Honeydukes? I need to stock up on chocolate frogs.”

James was stunned, captivated and slightly aroused.

Watching you take on Malfoy like it was nothing more than a brain training activity, made him laugh in wonder as the two of you exited onto the street.

You kept talking about the new limited edition sugar quills before you paused, realising James wasn’t really listening to you anymore.

“Hey, you alright?”

“Marry me.”

With a grin, you just linked arms with him again, the two of you heading in the direction of the sweet shop, a growing list of sugary items to buy.

Four

With a groan of pleasure, James pulled you tighter to him as you moaned out his name, your hands wound in his hair making it appear a lot messier than usual.

The two of you had graduated Hogwarts only a few months ago, and after dating for just over two years, James asked you to move in with him once you finished school.

The small flat the two of you shared was found in Diagon Alley, above the quidditch shop, which you wondered whether he had planned or not when he first suggested you view the place. Sirius and Remus had their own flat which the former had bought for the two with the money he had inherited from uncle, after being disowned from his family.

Your small group of friends supported him the best you could, which included Sirius moving in with James and his parents for a while as they finished Hogwarts. Yet, when they entered the final months of their seventh year at school, Sirius insisted he would look for his own place, not wanting to intrude longer than he already had, not that the Potters’ would call him staying with them an intrusion of any kind.

“Fuck, Y/N.” James gasped out as he quickened his pace, thrusting into you faster as you christened the different rooms.

You had both started in your bedroom before moving to the living room, kitchen and then the bathroom, before ending up back in your room once more.

His lips met your own as you pulled him by his neck closer to you, wrapping you legs around his waist tighter, effectively getting James to hit a spot deep within you, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

Quickening his pace, James used his expert fingers to bring you closer to your brink, before you gasped out loudly, quickly reaching your climax. The feeling of you coming around him had James grunting out, thrusting harder to chase his own release.

Gripping your headboard, he came with a groan, muttering your name over and over as he pulled you close to him, both of you basking in the bliss that came from the several orgasms you’d both experienced over the last few hours.

“Marry me.” James murmured into you hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Maybe later.” You chuckled, exhaustion now hitting you hard as you both relaxed back in bed. “Too tired now.”

James snickered as he pulled a blanket over the two of you, finding a comfortable position as you curled up together, both utterly content within that perfect moment.

Five

A lot had changed since you left Hogwarts and being inducted into the Order of the Phoenix was just one of them.

Your closest friends were also recruited which both reassured you and terrified you. As much as you were glad that you were fighting on the right side of the war with the people you could trust with your life, if anything happened to any of them, you don’t know what you’d do.

It was suppose to be a small mission, just quick enough to gain intel for the Order which was why Moody chose only a select few of you to complete it.

James, Remus and you, accompanied by Lily Evans, who you had been properly introduced to in your seventh year, were the four chosen for the task. This of course had annoyed Sirius to no end as he hadn’t been picked and constantly moaned about it the few days prior.

Accidentally setting off the taboo alarm, death eaters apparated before you causing the four of you to split into two’s, fighting back to back.

Quickly hitting the three death eaters before you with a stunning spell, you turned and shot another ‘stupefy’ at one who had their wand aimed at Lily. She successfully took out a couple more as she was back to back with you, sharing a grin at how well both of your training had helped you.

Glancing over at James unconsciously, you spotted one sneak up behind him as he was separated from Remus after one death eater blew up the floor beneath them.

With the first spell that flew to mind, you aimed your wand at the advancing threat, shooting a bat bogey hex at them, just as their killing curse missed James by inches, only for him to be hit by a weak confundus charm.

You were certain your heart skipped several beats due to the stress and anxiety as you dropped to your knees next to him on the ground. His nose was obviously broken from one spell shot at him and a dazed expression was present on his face.

Taking his face in between your hands, you quickly got a good look at him to check for more injuries as Lily and Remus stunned the last of the attackers and started to round them up.

“James, can you hear me?”

“Y/N,” he grinned widely, “what are you doing here?”

“Saving your arse from being killed.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile on your face at how dopey your boyfriend looked.

“You always save my arse, I think you quite like my arse really.” James snickered loudly like he had just told a funny joke. “I think you might want to marry my arse. Ooh, I think you should really marry me though.”

You chuckled at him, quickly fixing his broken nose and helping him up.

“It means you’ll have to actually propose to me then, with a proposal better than that, my love.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

James nodded, deep in thought before his eyes lifted to spot Remus and immediately he waved an arm to try get his attention.

“MOONY! I NEED YOUR HELP TO PROPOSE.”

Six

The truth was, as much as James joked about it, and as much as he said it within the span of meeting you, you did not expect it for one moment when he actually asked you to marry him.

Saturday started off as any normal weekend would.

With the promise from Dumbledore to call only if it was an emergency, your group of friends was given the day off and so a plan was set in motion to have dinner at yours and James’ flat. Despite popular belief, James could actually cook very well and so insisted on whipping up a roast dinner for you all, shooing you out of the kitchen when you tried to help.

Sitting around your dining table with your closest friends, you couldn’t have asked for a better day. It was the first in a while where everyone could relax slightly and take the time to enjoy themselves.

Remus and you were in a discussion about a book he had recommended to you, when James entered the room with the meal, putting it in the centre of the table. Whilst Sirius was avidly denying James could cook, Lily and you snickered between you as you watched the boys interact with each other.

The meal went by quickly, everyone enjoying their time together before Lily and you cleared the plates away as a compromise, after James cooked everything.

You didn’t suspect anything going on until you reentered the room to find the boys in a hushed discussion, giant smiles on their faces, jumping away from each other after noticing you return.

“Everything okay?” You asked slightly suspicious as the four boys shrugged off your concerns.

“Yeah, absolutely perfect, wanna sit down?” Sirius wrapped an arm around your shoulders, guiding you to the living room with the others following.

“You’re acting weird, Siri.”

“I am weird, honey, I was born into the House of Black.”

With a smile and narrowed eyes, you decided to ignore whatever secret it was the boys had, and focused on enjoying the time you had together.

It wasn’t until James stood and grabbed your hands, pulling you up from your seat, that you became slightly suspicious again.

“Y/N, if you don’t mind, I’d like to say something to you and all our friends.”

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he brought you closer to him, pressing a kiss to your head. Wrapping your own arm around his waist in turn, you cuddled close to him, feeling absolutely content.

“As we all know,” James began, catching the attention of the small group, “it had been an absolute shock for most of you hear today, that I can actually cook a meal and not poison anyone.”

A round of snickers passed around the group as James rolled his eyes at your reactions.

“We also all know that me being able to cook, is far from the most shocking thing to happen to us all. The biggest shock, was of course, the Gryffindor quidditch team losing to Slytherin when this little minx showed up and stole the show!”

“Here here!” Sirius agreed, lifting his glass of Firewhiskey in agreement.

“Another shock was also when I asked her on a date and she agreed, yet I think that was more Y/N’s mistake than anything.” James chuckled out, now looking slightly more nervous than he did before. “If we’re talking about biggest shocks throughout our relationship, her agreeing to move in with me was another, along with my shock when I discovered what she could do with her tongue-”

“James!”

“Ow! Okay, fine, no bedroom talk!”

The punch to his arm barely phased James’ smile though as he grinned at you so wholeheartedly, you think you might melt on the spot.

“Anyway, one thing that probably isn’t a shock is the countless times I’ve mentioned my intentions to you. Which is why...”

James unravelled his arm from your waist as he quickly caught something thrown at him by Remus, before dropping to one knee in front of you.

You were sure your heart had stopped.

“I’m now going to ask you again, legitimately this time.”

Opening up the small white box, a gorgeous diamond and ruby ring was readily positioned, shining up at you as your eyes flicked from the ring, to James and back repeatedly.

“Y/N, I know I’ve said this before, but please, marry me?!”

Throwing your arms around his neck, you must’ve repeated the word ‘yes’ over and over again as James proceeded to kiss you, before slipping the ring on your finger.

In that moment, surrounded by your closest friends and the man you loved more than anything, you felt the happiest you ever had and wished for nothing more than to live in that moment forever.

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hrtbreakanniversary · 3 years

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HONESTY ; druig [two]

summary: the morning after.

pairing: mafia!druig x nurse!reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: physical abuse, mentions of nightmares, blood, death

A/N: ty again for all of your love and support on this. <3 final exams are coming up and updates may be slower because I have two essays to write hehe but this fic will be in the mind always so uhhh procrastinating>>

The brown two story house with the white windows was located off the road, separating them from everyone else. Some looked up to them and some looked down. Jealously ran through the veins of those who watched the little girl carry a basket of pastries up the stone walkway. The words dripping off their tongues off of how she doesn't know how privileged or lucky she is. Swinging with each hum that slipped through her lips.

The area filled with grass and flowers of all types. Some didn't match together and it was strange to many because of how messy it looked but she didn't see anything wrong with it. She loved it when the wind passed and the floral smell filled her nose.

Opened ajar just for her, she slipped through the cracks into the bright kitchen. The sweet smell of honey filled her nose as soon as she walked in. If she was in those cartoons that she loved to watch in the early morning, she'd be the characters that flew with the scent of the characters. Her ankle socks slipping off as she got onto her tippy toes to reach for confection but was stopped by a thin, manicured hand.

"Ah. Ah. It's hot, baby."

Giggles slipped out as the taller lady lifted her up into her arms, legs kicking playfully. Raspberries blown into her arm and while one hand held the child up, the other tickled her side.

Later that night, the long haired women laid her into the soft cushioning of her bed. Sweets hums flowing through the air.

Let me sing a lullaby As you close your eyes And as you're drifting off to sleep How I hope that the dreams that you find Are bright

A stray hair being tucked behind her ear.

Love, can we meet again soon in the bluest of skies? Where a tomorrow waits for you and I So hold me tight one more time, but don't kiss me goodbye 'Cause I know that I'll see you on the other side

Her eyes fluttered close, letting sleep take over her body.

I will think of our song when the nights are too long I'll dream of you for that's where I belong Love, can we meet again soon in the bluest of skies Only, in my dreams, do we meet again

Her sleep interrupted by pain striking scream. Her tiny footsteps could be heard through out the house when she ran to the noise only to see the woman laying on the floor with a man's hands wrapped around her neck. So she ran. She ran as fast she could but she tripped, her vision turning black.

Gasping awake, she was now being choked by that same man. Her small hands dug into his arms, trying to push his hands off. Through strangled gasps," P-Papa."

He tightened his grip.

"PAPA!" Y/N screamed, grabbing onto her neck as she sat up from her sleep. Cold sweat dripped, the saltiness slipping between the cracks of her lips. Three things you can see. The cashmere sweater on the chair, my night light, and Callie still resting on her bed in the corner of the room. Three things you can hear. The birds outside chirping in the middle of the night, the water from the table top fountain, and the sound of the home phone ringing from downstairs. Three things you can touch. The blankets and sheets underneath her and.... shit... her breathing began to quicken again as she reached over to the nightstand to turn the light on. Oh! The lamp! The blanket and sheets underneath her and the lamp.

The mirror that was attached to her dresser laughed at her as her hair stuck to her skin and shoulder of her nightgown was beginning to slip down. What a mess.

Mouth feeling dry, she checked the time. It was still the middle of the night Slumping back down into her large pillows, she covered her eyes to hide away from the moonlight. She didn't typically get those nightmares. They usually came when she felt pretty stressed or tired. And after that shift she just had, it was no surprise it made a visit.

The best way to get over this to forget about it. Usually she'd drink a cup or two of the strongest alcohol in her cabinet to wash it away but she had a shift in less than three hours so there was no way she can do that. The only solution was to sleep it off. But the fear of having that nightmare again was present.

"Callie." She breathed out. It was so soft but Callie heard her perfectly, her ears perking up. Y/N patted the empty spot next to her, the golden retriever automatically getting up to jump onto the bed with her.

Google didn't lie when they said that getting a dog was the best self therapy one can do for themselves.

Sleep didn't come as easily as hoped. Waking up every 30 minutes and another 10 to fall back. The only thing helping her sleep was the warmth of Callie. It was fair to say that she had given up which is why she was outside in the cold weather at 6 in the morning.

In one hand, she held a cup of coffee while the other held the leash attached to Calie's collar with the strings of her headphones hanging down.

"He did what?"

"He said he hated people like me."

"Yeah, I heard that!" Annie's loud voice bursted through the speakers, Y/N quickly turning down the volume. Warn a woman next time, she would say but she knew Annie always got super loud when she was in disbelief so that was her own fault," Who the hell does he think he is?"

"I don't know. It was a strange crowd frankly." Y/N stopped near a bench to tie her shoe," I mean I would say that they might be a family and he was probably the grumpy offspring that they conceived but he called Ikaris a colleague. Plus they don't look too far off in age with one another unless they're dripping themselves into the fountain of youth."

"Wait, the patient's name was Ikaris?" A soft laugh heard on other side," Like Greek mythology? Oi, what was the name of that dick you mentioned again?"

"Druig." Y/N spotted her apartment across the street and resumed her walk to the light at the end of the street.

"I mean there's nothing in greek but in folklores, his name is basically dragon." A short pause," That's hot."

"Oh my gosh." Y/N mentally face palmed," Go touch some grass, you've been keeping your head those books for far too long. The smell of paper is making you coocoo. I can't believe a name can turn you on."

"I'm dry. Dry as the biscuit."

"Shut up!"

"Is he hot? He sounds hot." Annie hummed.

"Annie." If only that redhead could see her shaking her head. She would be disappointed in herself. "I'm going to hang up on you before I go crazy... he's pretty cute. Then he opened his mouth and I don't know... showed the capabilities of being a murderer??"

" I mean he's not completely wrong. You should stand up to Trevor. He's been getting away from verbally harassing you for far too long. Listen to the sexy man. Also, you should go for it. I mean I know how much of a hoe you are for that enemies to lovers trope."

"I never said that."

"Your taste in movies say otherwise."

"I just don't have time for love."

"You say that but aren't you going on a date tonight?"

"That's because Dane has been telling me to go out more and I needed to do this one date to get him off my back about it."

"Dane! What about Dane? How come you haven't-"

"That's literal incest, are you crazy?" Pressing the button with her elbow, she was about to tell Annie she should go on this date instead of her but she noticed Callie's stiff posture, making her quickly tell Annie that she had to go before she took a look around.

She couldn't see anything out of the norm so she just took it as the dog seeing a squirrel based on the memory of when she was being dragged across the park.

Callie was relatively calm dog despite being a rescue. The four legged animal has been around as long as she bought the apartment and she's trained her since. The dog just learned to not care about anything as long as she wasn't threatened. As the light turned red for the cars and the crosswalk changed to the person, she walked first but was stopped by the leash puling her back.

"Callie?"

Callie stood still, her eyes trained on the same area. "Hey come on, Callie." She pulled on the leash but it was like the dog was putting all her weight down so she didn't move a single cementer. "Callie. Hurry up." With a more stern voice but the dog didn't budge. Stepping back on the sidewalk again before she could get squashed like a bug by ruthless drivers, she followed the direction Callie was staring in again.

Trying her best not to be obvious, she took a look through the corner of her eye to see two muscled men, both being around the same height with the meatier one being just an inch taller than the darker one.

Closing her eyes and straightened her back, this wasn't the first time she had to deal with strange people while on her walks. Every now and then, there is a creeper but with Callie, they never did more than take a few steps closer to her. Continuing to watch them in the corner of her eye, she tugged on Callie's leash more and more especially when she began to snarl.

The breaking point was when they began to whisper to each other and she saw the shorter one actually look at her. Oh hell no. Taking a deep breath of relief when the light had changed, with the immense strength of pulling the leash, Callie and her made it across the street as quickly as her fast walk could take her before she pushed through the wooden doors of the building.

"Don't do that again." Y/N pointed at Callie who joyfully strolled through the lobby to the elevator doors like she didn't cause a whole scene. "Brat." She mumbled underneath her breath, grabbing her mail simultaneously from the front. Callie waited for her near the entryway to the elevators, barking as soon as she saw the doors open," I'm coming!" Y/N turned back towards where Callie had sat herself but now she was no one to be seen. Groaning, she rushed to see where she went and rounded the corner to see Callie licking a stranger's voice.

"Ah! I'm so sorry." She grabbed the collar and pulled back the panting dog who lunged for more love from the braided hair woman. The elevator dinged and closed, leaving the two ladies and the dog inside together. "She's really friendly, I promise." The stranger only smiled back and Y/N noticed that there was a box placed besides her. In bold was MAKAYLA with the number 365. "Oh, are you the new neighbor moving in under me?"

Makayla sweetly nodded and signed," Yes! And I love dogs so it's not a bother. I'm glad I was able to meet you like this instead of awkwardly introducing myself."

Oh, thank goodness she took ASL for her language requirements. But she passed with a B and had only taken a year and half of it.

"I'm sorry if I mess up, I'm not that good. Welcome to the building." She swiftly signed back," My name is Y/N."

"Beautiful name. And no worries," Makayla trailed down to her neck," If anything, I can read your lips and gather your words through the rhythm of your tone."

The doors opened once they reached the third floor, Makayla reaching down to pick up the cardboard box.. This girl was like a breath of fresh air to Y/N. Somebody that wasn't rude, creepy, or seemed like they had a hidden agenda. So Y/N couldn't risk the chance of not making another friend, "Would you like to come back tomorrow morning for some tea or coffee?"

Makayla tapped her chin," I would love to but I need to check with my work first. It's been pretty busy lately especially because of recent events."

"Just leave a note on my door. I'll be free anytime for you." Y/N winked before signing goodbye. When the elevator door closed, Y/N frowned down at Callie who began to whine at a new friend already leaving as the large box began to move again," You're a very emotional person today."

"What do you mean he signed off the papers?"

Y/N clenched her fist. When did Trevor even find the time to signature off the operation last night? Like he deserves for credit for it! He barely did anything and even then, Dane should've been the one to sign it if not for her.

Trevor took credit for a suture that he coward out of.

Maybe the Irish asshole wasn't wrong. Maybe she did need to fuck the American up and send an iron first to his throat. In other and more sweeter words, confront him.

She eyed the folder longer, jumping the door slammed close. The clipboard moved back in place, Dane giving her an suspicious look before walking over to Ikaris," How's the big guy doing?" Ikaris only glared and dug into his pudding cup, searching for the last remaining bit of it. Whistling, Dane sidestepped to Y/N and bumped her shoulders with hers. In full offense, Y/N gave him a questioning look which he in return emphasized with his movements for Y/N to speak to Ikaris.

She didn't know how she knew but she figured that Dane possibly wanted her to repeat the question," H-How are you feeling?"

Flinching when his large arms and hands set down the small container," Better than yesterday. When do you think I can come home?"

"In general, the stitch that we put on you is still pretty new so any sudden movements will tear it and possibily prevent it from healing properly."

"So today?" He nonchanlantly popped a peanut into his mouth. "Sounds like my legs are working properly and that's all I need."

Dane shook his head in annoyance as Y/N putting her head to let out a gentle laugh, grabbing a paper from underneath all of his information. Just as she grabbed out a pamphlet for how to take care of his wound, the door slammed open.

"Oi, when are they letting you out of this prison?"

She could've sworn she felt her eye twitch.

"Not anytime soon if you keep stressing me." Ikaris mumbled, Druig dripped himself over the side of the hospital bed," You know Sersi won't keep moving if you're not by her side."

"You're real important to Sersi, aren't you?" Dane piped in, causing Druig to actually acknowledge two other humans in the room. After Ikaris’s taunting of, “Yes and I’m guessing you wish you were too,” Dane couldn’t help but get a little bit unprofessional, not wanting Ikaris to get the word. As they went back and forth, Y/N felt his eyes on her already. Distracting herself with the end of her glove because she couldn’t be less interested on the incredibly immature conversation between the two grown man.

But his stare was so strong, she couldn't help but take a peek. As expected, a smirk was painted on his face. Shit. Shit Shit. Now he's walking over. Look at what you did, Y/N. Make him intimidated. So she moved from her slouched position, "casually" propping her arm onto the high chair besides her.

"What?" Shocked by how quiet her voice was. How dare her own body betray her.

"What?" He ribbed in a kittenish tone. Druig leaned against the chair, copying her stance.

“Why are you the way that you are?”

Unknown if it was intentional or not but he didn't leave much room between the two of them, even being brave enough to take a step closer. "Nice to see you here too, darling." He brushed a strand of fallen back, trailing his finger down the string of her necklace. He eyed the charm on the bottom. At first he was going to tease but he couldn't help but think that it looked familiar.

Despite the tingles that ran through her body, she earned enough of hr self control to her shift her body so that the necklace slipped out of his grasp, "I obviously work here, you buffoon. Unlike you.”

"I'm a buffoon? Now why are we calling each other names? Oh, is this about last night? I was only being honest. How about we start over?" He raised his hand up to introduce a truce but Y/N only used the folder to brush it down. “Please. I find the child more sufferable than you.” The response she was met with was only his pointer finger, swiveling it in front of her face. In retaliation, she swatted it away but he only put it back up, resulting in her using the folder to harshly slap his hand.

"Y/L/N." Dane warned, "You can sued for that."

"I'd rather be in jail than talking to this geezer."

"Buffoon? Geezer? Keep coming with the names, darling."

Dane motioned with his hand for Y/N to come stand next to him,"By the time your date comes tonight, you'll have a million stress lines."

"A date?" Druig cupped his mouth in surprise.

"Now why is that so surprising to you?"

"I just don't find it impossible for someone to go on a date with someone as intolerable as you."

One day that man is going to get a beating, whether it was from her or not. Dane pushed them both of the room, knowing that if they stay in there any longer, someone was going to hurt.

Druig shrugged and lazed his eyes over the paper now propped up onto the chair he was still leaning against. He saw the same thing she was shocked by. "That git wrote his name." Scoffing in disbelief, he faced the paper towards Ikaris who had a conflicted look on his face, raking his mind through this morning's memory. "Didn't Sersi tell that doctor man to not write anybody's name?" Druig questioned.

Yes, she did. Although he was fading in and out through the medicine last night, he heard everything loud and clear. From Sersi telling Dane to keep Y/N out of the room and Dane going as far as handing over his own patients to Y/N to keep her busy.

But he remembered somebody coming in around early in the morning and he knew it was a nurse based on her attire. She came back with the clipboard she took and put it back on the end of his bed. Clicking two and two together, it seemed right to assume that was when the signature took place.

And if it was, then they were much too late.

"Call Sersi. They're still here."

Y/N couldn't help but feel nervous.

Settling for a casual look of wide legged jeans and a cute pale pink top, she felt very undressed compared to everyone else in this restaurant. It was beginning to get hot due to the faux coat that was slipped over it all even though the night air was seemingly cold.

Maybe she'll just back out. She's never met the man before and from the looks of it, he isn't even here yet. So maybe it's just if she-

"Are you Y/N?"

Almost like straight out of a movie, she turned to find a quite good looking man. His questioning smile turning into a sweet smile, his gold ring gleaming off the finger he was using to rub, as she presumed, nervously against the bottom of his lip.

"Y-Yeah."

Trevor Moore swung his lanyard back and forth, whistling.

The sun was hot against his skin with there being no clouds out. It was strange. The odd feeling he felt in his stomach. And no, it wasn't the guilt for taking Y/L/N's credit for practically saving a man's life. He just felt like something was off.

Nearing the front steps of his two story house, he could've sworn he heard heavy breathing coming from behind him.

Driveway was empty. Roads were silent. Sidewalks were clear.

It's just a new area. You need to get used to it. He told himself like he did all those nights before.

It's day time. The sun is still out. Crimes are more likely to be committed at night. And who would attack him in the open like this in broad daylight? He didn't have any enemies either way.

He couldn't help that sigh of relief when he made it into his house safely, locking the door behind him. Maybe he should get some rest for his shift tonight. He just spent his whole morning, sneaking around the hospital on the watch for if Y/N or her security guard of a friend were in the area.

So he sat on the couch, dropping his head back against the plastic of the sofa. With the the casing still on the couch. He didn't have much time to unpack because of his job and his plain out laziness. On his off days, he just wants to do nothing. One day he'll let Y/N take some of the tasks off his hand. One day.

"You make my job so easy. Less of a mess for me to clean up."

A cold blade was pressed against his throat and he couldn't open his eyes in time to see who stood atop of him. Only catching a glimpse a gold band against the ring finger before the unknown figure dragged the knife across.

Red splattered the area as Trevor's body dropped in the puddles of his own blood.

It would be 10 hours until his body was found by a pissed off neighbor who came to complain about Trevor's car parked more into his driveway than his own.

Above his body, crimson red letters had coated the walls ," HELL HAS RISEN".

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years

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𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂! 𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging or promoting mafia behavior or lifestyle. This is simply a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

"Ok ok stop fussing now. I'll get you out now."

Hongjoong walked over to the portable crib and picked up his son who was currently whining and kicking his legs around, hating being cooped up inside the contraption for too long. Hongjoong picked him up and looked at him.

"You know, not even the people we lock up in solitary confinement complain as much as you."

The baby reached his tiny hands out, gently patting at his father's nose and cheeks, making Hongjoong chuckle.

"Then again none of them have ever been half as cute as you are. It's a crime to be this cute. I should punish you."

Hongjoong nuzzled his nose against his son's, causing the baby to let out a happy squeal. A tiny buzz let Hongjoong know Yunho was calling him.

"Hey Hongjoong. Your boss is on the line."

Hongjoong rolled his eyes at Yunho's teasing, always saying how you were the real boss. Putting the baby down so he could crawl as he liked, Hongjoong picked up the phone.

"Hey honey." He greeted you.

"How's the baby doing?" You asked.

Hongjoong got a deadpan expression.

"Well hello to you too Mrs. Kim, I'm fine too thanks for asking."

Hongjoong was so concentrated on your conversation he didn't realize the door was open and the baby inadvertently went out.

"He's fine don't worry. And he's no trouble at all, he's currently crawling around my office-"

Hongjoong abruptly stopped when he realized the baby was gone.

"Hongjoong....? What's going on?"

He could hear you getting ready to scold him if anything happened to your child. He stammered as he began looking around for him. A beep on the other line let you both know someone else joined your call.

"I think an enemy spy has infiltrated our base, but honestly, I don't have the heart to fight back." Yunho's voice was followed an incoherent babble, belonging to none other than your baby.

"Oh my God! Yunho is he with you?" You were relieved to find out the baby was ok.

"Yep, and although I'd usually send out a ransom note, I think I'm keeping him hostage for a while." He chuckled.

Hongjoong fumed as he walked out of his office.

"Heck you will! Give me back my son!"

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Seonghwa peeked his head into the room, 7 pairs of eyes staring at him intently. Hongjoong sighed softly.

"You're late." He told him.

"Sorry. Got caught up with something." Seonghwa apologized.

"Whatever. Just get in. You haven't missed much of the meeting." His leader assured him.

Hongjoong was about to resume speaking, but he, like the rest of the members watched as Seonghwa opened the door and went to take his seat, a baby carrier on his left hand with his baby daughter inside.

"Night light!" San exclaimed the nickname they all had for Seonghwa's daughter.

"Night fury got stuck with babysitting duty?" Yeosang raised an eyebrow.

Seonghwa glared at him, about to say something but was stopped by Hongjoong.

"Guys! Meeting! Focus ok?"

Hongjoong began talking once again, detailing about a government cargo ship that was soon to land in the city, containing secret weapons.

"Now, if our information is correct, it'll get here in-"

A soft and subtle sneeze interrupted him, followed by a chorus of 'aaaws' and 'ooohs'.

"She's the deadliest weapon ever!" San clutched his heart.

"Yeah! Who can resist that level of cuteness?" Mingi agreed, crouching down to poke her tiny nose.

"I know! Isn't she adorable?" Seonghwa beamed with pride at his baby.

"Guys, remember? Timeline-" Hongjoong tried to get their attention again.

"Has she started talking yet?" Jongho asked.

"No not yet. But she's babbling a lot more, mostly songs in movies or cartoons though." Seonghwa explained.

"Ooooh! Can she do the banana song?! Night light! Watch uncle Woo."

Wooyoung began singing the minions song, not really getting a reaction out of the baby and further causing Hongjoong's annoyance to spike up.

"One more interruption and I'm shooting you all in your legs!"

They all stayed quiet, not wanting to further anger their leader. Hongjoong let out a sigh of relief.

"Now, as I was saying-"

"Ba ba ba, ba na na." The baby interrupted him as she tried to sing the song Wooyoung was previously singing.

They all stared in shock and adoration at her.

"Ok, that's actually fucking cute." Hongjoong admitted.

Seonghwa only giggled as he picked up his daughter and kissed her cheek.

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho tried shushing the whimpering baby underneath his desk.

"Buddy come on. You're going to get me in trouble. Now shush."

Having no alternative, he picked up his baby son, cradling him in his arms as he tried to keep him from making anymore noise. He cooed at him and even made funny faces, but the boy didn't seem to calm down.

"Why are you being like this?" Yunho pouted.

The baby nuzzled his face against his father's chest before opening his mouth against it. Yunho immediately pulled the baby a few inches off him.

"Ok I get it now. You're hungry. Please don't do that again. My body doesn't work like your mom's."

Setting the boy back in the carrier, Yunho reached inside the baby bag and got out the bottle and baby formula. He quickly mixed them together, careful not to spill any of it on his desk. He looked around and realized he had absolutely no idea how he was going to heat it up. When the baby began fussing again, he quickly stooped down, trying to quiet him down.

"Uhhh Yunho?"

Yunho hit his head as he quickly stood up, looking at Yeosang who was right in front of him with a folder. Yeosang noticed the baby bottle in his hand and snorted.

"Is that your new guilty pleasure?" He teased.

"I'm not in the mood Yeosang. In case you haven't noticed, I sneaked him in."

Yunho picked up his child and rocked him in his arms, trying to stop his crying.

"Hi junior." Yeosang waved.

Scanning the baby, Yunho and the bottle, Yeosang ended up deducing what was going on.

"Give me the bottle, I'll heat it up for you." Yeosang offered, taking the bottle away from him.

"You will? Thanks Yeo. I'd really appreciate it." Yunho thanked him.

"No problem..." Yeosang looked at the bottle, studying its structure and model.

"I kinda want to try out the new fire weapon I created and this might just be the perfect test subject..."

When he heard those words, Yunho quickly stopped Yeosang.

"A microwave will do Yeosang! Don't fucking use my son's bottle for one of your weird experiments!"

Yunho gasped when he realized he cussed in front of his kid.

"Don't tell your mom."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang carefully weighed the powder into the brown paper bags, careful not to go above the amount he needed. His eyes trailed to the tiny hand that tried reaching up for the contents he had.

"No no no sweetheart. Don't touch anything."

He put what he had in his hands down and picked up his daughter, setting her down and making her rest on top of a stack of books he had.

"Ok. Here you go. Play with this. Your mom says you like it." He handed her the rattle that was shaped like a chicken leg before going back to concentrate on his task.

The baby shook the rattle a few times before becoming bored with it. Instead, she was fascinated by all the intricate colors and strange devices inside her father's laboratory. Looking next to her, she saw a display of assorted test tubes that had different liquids in them. Curiously, her hand reached out to grab the red colored one. At that moment, Yeosang had finished weighing the stuff out and placed them in a container. When he looked back, he saw his daughter pulling out the test tube.

"No don't touch-"

Yeosang quickly scooped the baby up and covered her with his body as the tube fell to the floor, not only splattering the contents, but immediately setting off a tiny explosion that spread a horrible smelling gas in the air. Yeosang covered his daughter's face as he quickly got them out of the room. At that moment, Jongho came running down the hall.

"What was that?!" He immediately asked.

"One of the test tubes I was working on." Yeosang explained, as he scanned his daughter to make sure she was all right.

"Seriously Yeosang?! We've told you time and time again to be careful! How did it even happen?"

Yeosang immediately turned to his daughter, who was merely sucking on her thumb, looking at him with the most innocent eyes ever.

"You're lucky it was one of the least deadly ones and I got you out of there in time. Otherwise we'd both be laughing ourselves to death." Yeosang chuckled at her and kissed her forehead.

Jongho shook his head.

"I swear to god, if your daughter becomes another crazy scientist like you, I'm joining another gang."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

The diminutive man strolled from one corner of the alley to another, sighing as he stared once again at his watch.

"Where the fuck are they?" He shook his head, hating people being late above anything else.

Finally hearing footsteps, he saw the two figures approach him. He smiled contentedly until he saw that one of them had a baby strapped to his chest.

"All right Changbin, we got the money now where's the drugs?" San asked, not yet giving him the bag of money.

Changbin looked at San, then back at the baby boy.

"Don't look at the baby, look at me." San gestured to his eyes.

Changbin raised an eyebrow at him before looking over at Wooyoung, who looked completely unfazed.

"Just don't even question it man." Wooyoung suggested.

Changbin hesitantly got out the package from his coat. He was about to hand it to them, but he stopped when he looked at the baby again.

"Don't look at the baby, look at me." San repeated himself.

"Look man! It's just feels completely unorthodox to make illegal transactions in front of an innocent baby ok?! Did you kidnap it or something?" Changbin scanned him.

San scoffed in offense.

"This is my kid! Can't you see the resemblance? He's as handsome as me."

Changbin raised an eyebrow.

"You're seriously bringing your kid.... you know what? Never mind."

Changbin opted for giving the package to Wooyoung and then taking the bag of money.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

San waved at him when he departed. As him and Wooyoung made their way back to the car, his son started babbling something incoherently. San looked down and patted his head.

"Yes I know he's a mean, grouchy dwarf. Don't worry about him."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Mingi sat down on the stool in front of the bartender, setting down the carrier on the chair next to him.

"I'm here." Mingi told the man who had his back turned.

"Oh Mingi you've come. Tell me what can I get-"

The pink haired man stopped when he saw the baby and pointed at her.

"Just give me my usual and don't worry about her. She's covered."

Mingi opened his trench coat and took out a baby bottle before taking the baby out of the carrier so he could feed her.

"You got the info Hyunjin?" Mingi lowered his voice.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes as he prepared him his drink.

"Mingi you brought a baby inside a bar. Forget trying to avoid unnecessary attention, everyone is already looking at you weird."

Mingi looked around, noticing a couple people staring at him as if he was crazy.

"Oh...right."

Hyunjin set the drink out in front of him before pulling out a folder and sneakily handing it to Mingi.

"Even got a few of the members' names gathered for you. Don't be fooled by their small numbers. These guys are very deadly and are slowly gaining momentum in the criminal world."

Mingi nodded and stuffed the folder in his coat. At that moment, his phone started ringing and he panicked when he saw who it was.

"Do me a favor. Hold her and cover her ears."

Hyunjin obeyed and cringed when Mingi fired a gun at the roof.

"I'm gonna need all of you to be quiet for a minute or else I'll put a bullet in your heads."

Mingi then quickly answered the phone, suddenly changing his tone.

"Hey baby. Oh nothing. I'm with Seonghwa, he wanted to see the baby.....no! I'm most definitely not working at the moment." He laughed awkwardly.

Hyunjin shook his head and looked down at the baby girl in his arms.

"Mind sharing some of your milk with me? I think I need it."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"Wooyoung? Do you see the target?" Yeosang's voice echoed through his ear piece.

Wooyoung casually tilted his head to the side.

"No. There's too many people. " Wooyoung answered casually.

He looked down when he heard his daughter sneeze.

"Bless you." Wooyoung cooed at her.

"I'm literally trying to put a bullet through a man's head and you're giving me your blessings?" Yeosang asked.

"Not you idiot! My princess just sneezed and-"

"Oh my gosh! What a lovely baby you have!"

Wooyoung turned to find a young woman standing in front of him, twirling her hair in her finger as she looked at him and his daughter.

"Thanks..." Wooyoung answered.

"Is she yours?" She asked, stepping closer to him, reaching her hand out.

"Yeah...mine." Wooyoung shifted in his seat, moving the baby so she wouldn't touch her wandering hands.

Wooyoung tried not to cringe as the girl didn't seem to get the hint and continued talking to him.

"Want me to put a bullet in her head?" Yeosang offered.

Wooyoung immediately declined the offer as quietly as possible, not hearing what the girl said until she repeated herself.

"I asked if there was a mom in the picture."

She tucked her hair behind her ear before sitting down next to Wooyoung, her hand brushing on his shoulder.

"Cause if not.....I could help out in more ways than one." She bit her lip.

Before Wooyoung could even respond, he was saved when you suddenly showed up.

"I'm giving you ten seconds to run before I pull the trigger."

The girl froze when she felt a gun pointed at her back. Wooyoung waved.

"Hi honey." He smiled.

"Don't 'honey' me. First you take our daughter out on a mission and then I find some skank trying to take my place?" You scoffed.

"Should have taken my offer when you had the chance." Yeosang poked fun at him.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho kept his eyes on the road, occasionally looking at the rearview mirror to check on the little boy in the baby seat.

"Getting sleepy there buddy?" Jongho chuckled when he saw the baby's eyes open and close slowly.

"Don't worry. After we deliver this package, I promise I'll take you to get ice cream......just don't tell your mom I've been feeding you that before you're old enough."

Jongho began to sing softly, hoping it'll help the baby sleep faster. However when he looked at the rearview mirror again, he noticed a strange looking car tailing right behind him.

"Huh....strange..... very strange."

Jongho gripped the steering wheel tightly. Looking back at his son, he noticed he was now fully awake.

"Buckle up buddy cause we're in for a fun ride."

Shifting the gear, Jongho immediately pressed down on the accelerator before rapidly making a u-turn, momentarily confusing the car behind him. Jongho drifted through the different alleys, hoping to loose the car, but it still seemed to catch up to him. His son on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the fun ride.

"Oh shit." Jongho cursed when he saw you were calling.

Pressing the button, he answered your call.

"I just got off work, barely going back. Think you can handle the boy for a little bit longer?" You asked.

"Take all the time. I'm going to be late too."

Jongho made a rather sharp turn that had your son squealing excitedly. You immediately sensed something was off.

"You're on a mission aren't you?"

"Yeah and we kinda ran into some chasers." Jongho chuckled rather amused.

You sighed softly.

"Where are you?"

"Gangnam district. Near the old abandoned factory." He answered as he continued trying to loose the car behind him.

"Give me 5 minutes and I'll be there."

Jongho couldn't help but bite his lip at your words.

"God baby, I love you so much."

He then turned his attention to his son who was still having the time of his life.

"Hear that bud? Mommy is gonna be joining us soon."

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dongofthewolf · 3 years

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Hiii! Can I request no.9 from the cliché prompts and fake dating au?

Making Amends

Abby Anderson x Reader

Prompts: 9. “There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling” 18. Fake dating au

Warnings: swearing, fluff, hint of angst, Owen and Mel slander (sry I had to)

No pronouns are mentioned for the reader

Link to the prompt list here

A/N: Both tropes are literally my favourite things ever and it was so fun to write so ty for requesting it. It ended up way longer than I intended so uhhh yeah hope you enjoy LOL (esp if you requested it)!!

“What the hell Abby?! Have you been telling people that we’re dating?” You had cornered Abby into a secluded hallway, trapping her against the wall with your finger on her chest accusingly.

There was a flicker of fear in Abby’s eyes as she chewed on her lip nervously. Abby was considerably stronger than you and you probably looked like a mouse trying to intimidate a lion, but you didn’t care.

Abby couldn’t meet your burning gaze, all she replied with was a prolonged “Uhhhhhh”.

“Abigail Anderson, answer me right now or I swear to God-” It was rare for you to whip out her full name. And maybe it was kind of a cheap move, but it was a cheap move that almost always worked.

“Fine!” Abby interrupted, letting out a short sigh and preparing herself for the worst. “I kind of told Owen we were dating and I'm pretty sure he’s been telling other people.”

She said the words as quickly as possible, closing her eyes like a bomb was about to go off. Your reaction wasn't far off to say the least.

“You what? Why the fuck would you tell him we’re dating?” There was venom in your words and Abby flinched just slightly.

You were angry, incredibly so. You and Abby have always been close friends, or more so you had been until she started dating Owen. At first it was small things; cancelling plans or leaving early because she was busy and you completely understood. It’s not like you didn’t want her to hang out with him, and obviously you wanted her to be happy, but eventually it got to a point where she hardly ever spoke to you. Aside from the occasional greetings in the busy stadium, it was like you guys had never even been friends.

Now, after completely ignoring you for the past months, she decided it was a good idea to tell people that you guys were dating? It only seemed right for you to be pissed off.

“I just... Everyone kept looking at me like some sad puppy dog because I broke up with Owen, which normally I can handle. But every single day I kept getting the same sad fucking looks and I couldn’t take it anymore, so I told them I was seeing someone. I never mentioned your name but they kept prying, and prying and you were the first person that popped into my mind. I’m really sorry Y/N.”

You didn’t say anything at first, instead you looked at Abby without a hint of emotion on your face, and even less in your tone when you did finally speak. “Why didn’t you tell me you guys broke up?”

Abby paused, she didn’t know what response she was expecting but it definitely wasn’t that. “I um, I figured you knew. Pretty much everyone in the stadium knows.”

“Yeah well… I didn’t.” You were quiet. A part of you was angry and annoyed, but another part of you pitied Abby. She had never been one to lie, especially about something as petty as this.

Before you could think of something to say, Abby broke the silence. “Listen, I know you probably hate me right now, but I need to ask you a small favour.”

“Seriously?” You nudged Abby’s chest, pushing her into the wall again. The pity quickly dissipated to nothing, leaving you once again with a seething rage.

“Look, I know things between us haven’t been ideal but-“

“Haven’t been ideal?!” You interrupted, the absolute ignorance in her words tipping you off the edge. “Abby, you threw me away like I was trash! We were friends and you left me to hang out with Owen. I didn’t even know you guys broke up because you don’t tell me shit anymore!”

“I’ll do anything Y/N, okay? I’ll do your laundry, clean your room, I’ll even take your shifts for patrols.” Abby’s hands were on your forearms as she spoke. “Please just do this one thing for me and I’ll spend the rest of my life paying you back.” There was sincerity in Abby’s face, a hint of desperation too.

You paused. What could Abby possibly want so badly that she’d be willing to do all this for you? Even though you were angry at her, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little bit intrigued.

“I’ll do anything Y/N, please. There must be something that you want.” Abby pleaded, absolute seriousness in her eyes.

“What I want is to never see you again.” Your finger was pointed at her chest again, poking her lightly.

Immediately you could see the hurt on Abby’s face. Okay, maybe that was a little bit harsh (and kind of petty) but you weren’t just gonna let Abby off that easily. Not after everything she’s done.

“Fine…” Abby paused to contemplate her next words, wiping the sadness from her face. “Fine, after tonight if you do this thing for me, we’ll never have to see each other again, I promise. I just need you to come to this party with me. We don’t have to talk or hold hands or anything and you can spend the whole night hating me, but I just need you there.”

“I-“ You couldn't do that. You couldn’t just pretend and lie to all of Abby’s friends for a whole night… Could you?

“Please Y/N. It’s embarrassing, okay? When we broke up, Mel immediately jumped in to fill my space. Everyone knew it and I had to pretend like I didn’t care so people would stop treating me like a wounded animal. If they find out I lied about you? I don’t think they’ll ever stop seeing me that way.”

You looked at Abby and felt a tinge of sympathy, she looked so sad and desperate, and for a second you even considered it. One night couldn’t hurt, right? Wait, no.

You mentally slapped yourself, trying to snap yourself out of it. You were not going to give in that easily. Nope. This was Abby, the same girl who threw away your friendship like it was nothing, and you were not going to let her use you like this. Not even while she’s looking at you with those sad, blue eyes. Nope, you’re mad, you’re angry, you’re-

“Fine.” Fuck.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Abby’s eyes lit up as she wrapped her arms around you, lifting you into the air while she let out a breath of relief.

What did you just get yourself into?

—

“I can sleep on the floor, it's really no problem.” Abby offered, there was a slight nervousness in her tone as she stood in front of you shifting her weight on the balls of her feet.

“Abby, that’s stupid. It’s not like I’m infected or something.” You huffed, reaching for the box of matches to light the candle next to you.

Sometime after the party there had been a power outage and the entire WLF base went lights out. Meaning there was no heat and most annoyingly, no lights.

After a night of uncomfortable looks and even more uncomfortable conversations in which you spent most of the party trying to avoid Abby’s friends, she was walking you back to your room when everything suddenly went dark.

The both of you practically crawled to your room before you could locate a light source of some kind. It had been an hour since the power went out and you insisted that Abby sleep in your room, for… safety purposes.

You shook the match till it was out, suddenly you were thankful for impulse buying those candles last week.

“It’s fine, I’ll just crawl halfway across the stadium until I find my room. No biggie.” You couldn’t tell if she was joking, but something in you felt like she would actually do it if you didn’t insist she stay here.

You sighed. “Just sleep here Abs, it’s easier and I’m offering. Plus, I don’t need you army crawling across the entire WLF base. It’s hard on the arms, even for someone as strong as you.”

“You think I’m strong?” Abby smiled teasingly and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, looking away as you tried to hide the small grin on your face. God, it was hard to stay mad at Abby.

“Shut up and take the bed.” You could tell Abby was reluctant but she still plopped herself onto your bed. She sat awkwardly on the edge, unsure of how this was going to work.

You tried to ignore Abby’s weird energy as you buried yourself beneath the covers. It took a minute for her to actually lay down in the bed but when she did, she was careful to keep her distance. It was pretty funny (and pretty cute) how unsure she was.

After a few minutes of silence you heard Abby whisper your name softly, almost like she wasn’t sure if you could hear her.

Nuzzling your nose into your pillow you whispered back a small “Yeah?”.

“Thank you.” You could hear the genuity in Abby’s voice, how grateful she was for such a simple act and suddenly it hit you, you didn’t want her to leave you alone. You missed this—missed Abby.

Instead of responding you nudged her foot lightly with yours. It was something you guys had done as kids, like a silent way of saying “I’m here.”. Under the dinner table with the Fireflies or during training when you first joined the WLF; it was an unspoken thing between the both of you. An action that spoke much louder than words possibly could.

The both of you laid on opposite ends of the bed, your backs turned to each other. You shifted under the sheets before finally finding a comfortable position, you fell asleep that night to the steady sound of Abby’s breathing.

—

You were first to wake up, confusion washing over you when you felt your head rising and falling. Why the hell was your pillow moving? Then it hit you; it wasn’t the bed moving, it was Abby. Your head lay resting on Abby’s chest, her arm over your back while your limbs were wrapped around her like a giant stuffed animal. The sound of her beating heart was soft in your ears and you could feel her breath coming out in steady increments, blowing lightly against your head.

You weren’t sure what to do about your compromising position. It was already too late for you to leap out of her arms and a large part of you didn’t want to move anyways. So you decided to pretend to sleep until she woke up. That way you wouldn’t have to decide what to do, she would.

Abby woke up shortly after you, you could tell she was awake by the way her breath hitched in her throat upon noticing how you guys were situated. However, instead of jumping out of the bed in a panic, Abby didn’t move either, and it took everything in you to not open your eyes.

After a few moments of stillness, you almost thought she had fallen back asleep. It wasn’t until you felt a light touch on your temple that you realized she was awake. The touch so light you nearly missed it when Abby brushed a small strand of hair away from your face.

Then slowly, Abby pried you off of her and you nearly let a small groan slip from your lips when you felt the absence of her warmth. She gently rolled you over, covering you with the blanket before walking into the bathroom.

That’s when it happened: the ache. A sharp, jarring ache in your heart that you only felt with her— that you haven’t felt since the two of you were best friends. It had left you when you and Abby stopped talking, but it returned just the same when you witnessed the tenderness of her actions. You never thought to put a name to this feeling (and maybe a part of you didn’t want to), but it was near impossible to ignore it.

You couldn’t possibly be harbouring secret feelings for Abby, right? You tried to distract yourself from these thoughts, it was way too early to be worrying about these things.

Feigning tiredness you rolled off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. You knocked on the door and when Abby opened it you noticed she was in the process of redoing her braid.

You leaned against the doorway as you watched her skilled fingers work. “Abs?”

“Hm?” She replied as she tied off the end of her braid.

“I didn’t really mean what I said to you last night… about never wanting to see you again. I’m sorry.” You picked at your thumb anxiously, eyes wandering around the room, looking anywhere but at Abby.

Abby turned to face you, letting the braid fall to her side. “You don’t have to apologize Y/N, I deserve it. I didn’t even hesitate to leave you when Owen and I started dating, and I was-“

“Stupid?” You finished for her, looking up from the floor to meet Abby’s gaze.

“Stupid. And for what it's worth, I’ve really missed hanging out with you Y/N, even if it is under these circumstances.”

“You know… I think I know a way you can make it up to me, if you’re still up for it?” Abby looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you noticed the corner of her mouth curling into a small smile.

“Oh yeah? What would that be?”

“You see, there’s this guy that’s been trying to ask me out for weeks even though I keep rejecting him.” You gave Abby a tiny grin as you continued. “Well, maybe if he found out I was dating a certain soldier who could pound his ass into the ground, then he’d leave me alone.”

Abby nodded her head nonchalantly as she took a small step towards you, crossing her arms across her chest. “You know what’s crazy? I think I have just the person for you.”

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson imagine #the last of us imagine #the last of us 2 #tlou2 #abby anderson #abby tlou #requests #fluff #a little bit angsty #I’m big gay

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sningo-prompts · 2 years

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Okay, okay hold on a sec. Think about it. Ingo getting captured by poachers would mean that he will be forced to eat out of a bowl. If he's lucky. Maybe they'll pour his food straight on the floor. And he is so hungry and getting weaker, so he needs to eat. Also haa to lick his water up every day. Ingo getting captured would break this man and I'm here for every second of it. Emmet is going to straight up murder them all.

Ok this took a moment. Had to get myself in the right head space for something like this. I hope i dont disappoint too much.

WARNING

I uhhh got carried a little away with the set up. And CURSING LOTS OF CURSING THREATS OF VIOLENCE ok making sure yall see that am i sorry for what i did Not really. It could have been worse tbh. I had a bit planned for Emmet in here but im lazy. Its 23:55 ok

They dont capture Ingo in a ball because they assume Emmet is his trainer. So they dont even try. Instead the ruffly toss him into a very small cage. Oh Now see this is why Ingo doesnt like cages. He keeps getting thrown into them. Which hurts. His scruff is so very sore. Arceus he hates being picked up by his scruff. His cage is probably around crate size. He can stand up in it and move around but its just barely too big for his to touch each side with his claws if he stood in the middle. Its cold and metal.

So Ingo tossed into a cage. He hardly has time to think before the talking starts. “Man that Emmet fucker put up one hell of a fight for this thing” “At least that dumb bitch gave us an opening.” laughter “hey give the brat some credit! Without her we wouldnt have gotten anywhere near the thing!” Great Ingo has been called a thing twice now. One of them is walking up to his cage. Which is on the floor so all Ingo can see are shins. They man bends down, a taking his cigar out of his mouth he blows the smoke into Ingos face. Of course he has a coughing fit. “Well now you be good for us and make us lots of money”. Ingo just glares at the man. From across the room one of the others pipes up “hey now dont damage this one! You know that it will sell better if its un damaged!” Signing the man puts his cigar back in his mouth and stands up “yeah yeah i know. Even if the little bastard is giving me the stink eye i wont break this one” they laugh again. Ingo though hes full panic. “Damage? Break?” Oh oh whats gonna happen to him.

Its a few hours later after the men have finished playing some sort of gambling game. The same man comes back. He has two bowls. He bends down to look Ingo in the eyes “now listen here you little shit. Im going to open the top of this here cage and you are gonna sit right there and not fucking move a single mussel. And if you even look like you plan to escape or attack me ill break for fucking legs you got it.” Ingo.exe has stopped responding. “Good” now hes opening the top Ingo doesnt dare move. The man sets in a water dish and a food bowl. Ingo feels sick. The cheapest pokemon food on the market is poured into the food dish. At least the water comes strait from a bottle. The man is reaching for Ingo oh its happening oh hes gonna get hurt oh no no. Ingo flenches away and closes his eyes bracing for the worst. The man chuckles and pets his head. “Glad to see we understand each other” once the hand is gone from Ingos face he dares to open his eyes. Just as the man closes the cage top. He doesnt dare move till the man fully leaves the room. Ok he can panic now. Hes clutching his chest. Oh hes crying. He wants to go home. Hes cold and hungry and scared. Emmet where are you please Emmet help me. He stays like that for who knows how long. Well i know its like four hours. Aka four am.

Hes done crying. Eyes long since dried up. But hes still just sitting there in the corner of his cage curled up knees to chest. Its his stomach that actually snaps him back. Hes hungry, having not eaten since breakfast the day before all this happened. He eyes the food. Hes not that hungry. He goes to sleep.

Hes awaken later by the door to the room opening. Its the man again. The only light in the room is from above. He has no idea what time it is. Its one pm. The man is doing something by the table. He hears something that sounds like gravel in a plastic cup. Oh no the man hes coming over to him. Ingo gets as far away from the “front” of the cage. Its just got a solid top and bottom rest is bared. She man kneels down again. Hes looking what feels like right into Ingos soul. How terrifying. The mans eyes move to the food and water. Ingos own gaze follows. “Tsk” Ingo snaps back to the man. Oh he doesnt look pleased. He looks angry. “Now see here you little shit. I wont have you starving to death before we sell you. You WILL eat.” Ingo just starts shaking again. This is it the mans gonna hurt him. The man opens the top Ingo once again braces for the worst. Only to open his eyes once he hears plastic sliding across metal. The man has moved the bowl to infront of Ingo. “Now eat.” … Ingo slowly with one trembling arm reaches out towards the bowl. He picks up a piece and slowly puts it in his mouth. Its bland and he hates the texture.

#sneasel ingo #transfer error au #sneasel ingo au #angst #im sorry #im so sorry #cursing #lots of cursing #liz answers #i left jasmine out but you should know i wasnt gonna have em hurt her #noooo shes too important they cant risk hurting her #but she was gonna have the oh i feel kinda bad moment when she saw how they treated ingo #not bad enough to speak up and try to stop it #no she just sits there trembling like a leaf while ingo got his ribs kicked in

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raindownforme · 3 years

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Crush

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader [she/her used]

It had been hours since y/n had started her stream. At the beginning of it she’d been working on the origins SMP and grinding at gathering supplies and resources while everyone else was off doing other things. A few times someone had popped onto the VC she sat in, Niki had talked while eating dinner and Ranboo had came to recount his day, but otherwise she had remained alone in the beginning.

But it had been several hours since then. Now it was 3 going on 4 in the morning. She sat curled up on her gaming chair, her eyelids just barely staying open. She was exhausted, but she was determined to stay awake until someone else started streaming. To pass the time, y/n had been interacting with chat and reading aloud donations.

“Hello?” A voice came through her headphones and she jumped, nearly falling out of her seat. “y/n?”

“Oh! Philza!” He chuckled a bit. Her voice sounded light and she began to yawn halfway through her sentence. “How nice to see you. What are you doing up?”

“Well it’s roughly noon for me and I was about to start streaming.”

“Ah. Of course.” She began to tap at some buttons, readying to move around her audience.

“Have you been awake for long?”

“Yeah. But I had a few people visit me.” As the notification of Phil going live dropped, she sent everyone over with a wave. “Niki and Ran came by.”

“Aw you sound disappointed.”

“Well I wanted somebody to come by but I guess he was too busy.”

Philza laughed again. “Yeah? And who’s somebody?”

In her stupor she giggled and winked towards a camera that wasn’t on anymore. “I can’t tell you who I have a crush on.”

The man froze, watching his chat go by a mile a minute. They kept throwing names around, even if they didn’t make sense, and he knew this wouldn’t end up any where good if it progressed. “Is it alright if we talk about this later? Why don’t you get some sleep.”

She yawned and stretched. She slowly went to get out of her chair. “Alright dad. Goodnight. I love you.”

“Love you too.” The discord call made the familiar noise of someone disconnecting and y/n turned off her display. She went and slunk into her bed, nesting underneath the covers, and quickly drifted to sleep.

———

y/n woke up a few hours later. As she sat up the first thing she did was reach for her phone to see a missed call from Ranboo. She went to call back and he picked up almost immediately.

“You are so dumb.”

She groaned and wiped at the sleep in her eyes. “Can I be awake for five minutes first.”

“No actually. You’re trending on Twitter.”

She squinted, trying to recall anything. “Did I do something bad? Was it last night or....?”

“It wasn’t like. Bad. But it was last night. You told Phil on live that you have a crush on someone.”

She paused, feeling her face grow warm with embarrassment. “Did I say who it was?”

“No you didn’t.” She sighed and felt herself relax a bit. “But they’re trying to figure it out. You didn’t make it very hard.”

“Well I didn’t say a name.”

“Yeah so you let them pick from the six men your age who have been on this server. Like I said you’re dumb.”

She sat up and got out of her bed, letting Ranboo sit next to her on speaker. She went to her desk and booted up her computer. She pulled up twitch on one monitor and Twitter on another. Loading up the streaming site, she sorted through all of us Phil’s new clips to look for last night. She found it quickly and began playing it.

“Have you been awake long?”

“Yeah. But I had a few people come visit me.... Niki and Ran came by.”

“Aw you sound disappointed.”

“Well I wanted somebody to come by but I guess he was too busy.”

Philza’s laugh echoed through her monitor’s speakers. “Yeah? And who’s that somebody?”

“I can’t tell you who I have a crush on.”

The clip ended with Philza glancing wide eyed between the camera and his computer monitors. y/n sighed and looked over at her other monitor. Her twitch name was trending. She clicked on the tag and scrolled through countless tweets of clips of her and other boys from the Origins SMP. There were ones of her and Jack, her and Charlie, her and Wilbur, her and Sneeg, and even her and Tommy or Tubbo. She took the time to respond to ones of her and the younger boys, emphasizing that if anyone was going to speculate anything it wasn’t going to be with her and children.

“Ran, what do I do?”

“Ignore it? It’s not like you have an actual crush on any one right?”

She paused, chewing the inside of her cheek. “Ran..”

“Oh! Oh my god!” He started laughing and y/n could hear him fall from his chair onto the floor. He kept laughing as he got up. “Oh please tell me who it is-“

“No! I’m an adult! I don’t have crushes on boys.”

“Oh that is fake!” He kept laughing and y/n rested her head in her hands. “You know you might as well tell me who it is.”

“Yeah fucking right.”

“I’ll black mail you.”

“No you won’t!”

“I’ll show Tubbo your number and he’ll leak it.”

“To who.”

“The discord.”

y/n rolled her eyes. “Yeah yeah yeah. When are you getting on.”

“An hour-ish.”

“I’ll see you then.”

“Alright byeeeeeee.”

Ranboo ended the call and y/n sighed. If she told Ranboo who she liked, he’d eventually tell Tubbo, who’d eventually tell Tommy, until he told someone and so on so forth. They were teenage boys. It wasn’t a very lucrative group. And Tommy seemed to record with Charlie almost every week. It seemed impossible to get by without disrupting something.

y/n went on to busy herself around her home for the next hour or so, doing some cleaning and other chores that had to be done. When she finished, she made her way to her pc to begin recording. She wasn’t planning on a live stream today, but a recording session would still do her channel good.

As she sat to boot up Mojang, she pulled up discord on her second monitor. She saw the kids already in a call; Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo.

“Hey boys.” She slipped on her headphones as she entered the call, but they were all yelling.

“DON’T YELL AT ME.”

“I’L YELL AT WHOEVER I WANT WHEN I KNOW I’M RIGHT.”

“ARE YOU TOMMY? ARE YOU RIGHT?”

“Hi y/n.” Both boys stopped yelling as Tubbo pointed out that she had arrived. “Ranboo’s live by the way.”

“Thanks Tubbo. Are you guys on origins?”

“Yep!”

“Great, I’ll be on in a sec.” As she opened the world, she spawned somewhere she didn’t remember. It was dark around her, like she was swallowed by obsidian. “Uhhh, boys? I might be stuck.”

“I told you! I told you I was right! Chat tell Ranboo he’s an idiot!” Tommy started yelling again as Ranboo tried to tell him to shut up.

“That doesn’t explain why I’m surrounded by obsidian. I don’t have a pick!”

“Well, y/n,” she looked over to her discord call to see all the boys had their cameras on now. They all sat with their hands crossed while wearing sunglasses. Ranboo had his full mask on. Meaning he probably had camera on for his stream. Tubbo cleared his throat as he kept talking. “We have some questions for you.”

“If I answer can I get out of here?”

“If you answer honestly.” Ranboo leaned forwards a bit. “You told Philza Minecraft you had a crush on someone, correct?”

“Yeah. Sure. Might I add you’re all immature?”

“Is this crush, a man? Hmm?” Tommy tipped his sunglasses downwards slightly.

“Yes. How many more questions?”

“You’re not done. Is it someone on this server?”

“Does that matter Tubbo?”

“YES.” All the boys shouted in unison.

“Jeez fine. He has played on multiple servers, this could be one of them.”

Tommy slammed his fist on his desk. “HONESTY.”

“YES. HE IS.”

Ranboo gave a fake evil chuckle. “So it’s someone we know. A man we know. A gamer we know. One of us.”

“Yeah yeah.” y/n quickly pulled up twitch on her third monitor, making sure that he wasn’t watching Ranboo’s stream.

“Now y/n. I’m muted on my stream right now. Is it Wilbur?”

“Uhh…” He was there. He was watching the stream. Whatever she answered, he’d know.

“Wilbur! It’s Wilbur!” The boys started cheering as she realized that she didn’t quite answer. But as long as Charlie didn’t know the truth.

“Yeah. Can I come out now?” She watched charlie’s name disappear from the chat. In her game, Ranboo’s character came over to set her free from the obsidian.

“Thank you for your honesty.”

“Yeah no worries. I’ll see you later boys.” She logged out of the server and scooted away from the monitors. She knew she made a bigger problem for herself.

She walked over to her bedside table, taking her phone off the charge, and went to face time Wilbur. He picked up quickly, holding the phone extremely close to his face.

“y/n!”

“Are you streaming?”

“No not at the moment.”

“Great because I fucked something up.”

“Oooooh tell me.” Wilbur propped up his phone in front of him and took a drink of something in a mug.

“So the children- did you see the clip from Phil’s stream?”

“Absolutely. Continue.”

“They went and cornered me into telling who my crush is. And they said you and I was distracted so they assumed you-“

“Is it me?”

“No fuck off. But now everyone thinks it’s you and even worse, the actual person was watching! He thinks I have a crush on you and I don’t know if that’s good or bad.”

Wilbur nodded. “Well who is?”

y/n pursed her lips, thinking for a moment before admitting the truth out loud for the first time. “Charlie.”

Wilbur froze, then scrambled to pick up his phone. “I have to go.”

“WILBUR NO.”

The line went dead from Wilbur’s end and y/n groaned, chucking her phone against her pillows. She rubbed at her eyes with her palms, deciding she might as well continue recording.

y/n logged back onto the Origins server, keeping herself out of the active discord calls. She could see that the three boys were still in a call, and Wilbur was talking with Philza. She rolled her shoulders back, getting into the mindset to record.

“Hey everybody!” y/n went on start the recording, talking mostly to herself about finishing construction on her house. It was quite a tall house, built of mostly stone and cobble, but she was still proud of it. The bottom two floors were reserved for storage and mining, and there was one room of entirely water for Niki. The top floor was a large spread patio frames in by dark oak fencing with a glass roof surrounded by dark oak half slabs. Her being a skeleton in the game, having a vantage point helped her snipe enemy mobs. It was also conviennent for attacking creepers to get music discs. She had quite the collection growing already.

“Okay so if I-“ y/n paused, looking over at her other monitor. In the main chat of the Origins SMP server, Wilbur had a sent a singular message.

WilburSoot: dress formally for an event in 2 hours time hosted at the Pubé

y/n took a breath, a bit nervous of what that meant, but still responded to let him know she would be there. In the meantime, she continued on her video, taking the 2 hour period to build herself a lovely garden area and an additional storage area deep underground.

“Thank you everyone! I hope to see you all soon.” She ended the recording and took a breath. There were 15 minutes until Wilbur’s event, and she supposed she had to dress nicer than her pajamas.

A moment later, she returned to her computer wearing her favorite sweater and a comfortable pair of pants. Looking over at discord, she could see most of the Origins SMP members in a discord call together, excluding only Schlatt, Technoblade, and SMajor. She took a breath, thinking for a moment, then clicked into the call.

“Hello?”

“y/n!!!” Jack’s voice screamed through her headphones.

“Sorry he’s a bit loud.”

“OI. AM NOT.”

“Come down mate.” Philza cleared his throat. “y/n. Lovely to have you.”

“Thanks Phil.”

“Before we start, no one’s live at all.”

She paused cueing up the game, her mouse hovering over the server. “Before we start what?”

No one answered. Quietly, she entered the server and made her way to the Pubé.

“Welcome to event of the century.” Ranboo’s character jumped up and down. Every one stood in the Pubé facing her.

“Alright. And what kind of event is this?”

“A ball! With food and drink provided by Philza and music provided by Tommy.” Wilbur’s character ran over to the jukebox in the corner to show her.

“That’s lovely, Will. Was I supposed to be more dressed up?”

“I think you’re perfect as is.” Charlie’s character jumped up and down. She paused, trying to swallow the giddy feeling rising in her chest.

“Let’s begin! Tommy, the music?” Wilbur turned the the teen as he placed the music discs. y/n watched everyone pair off, leaving her and Wilbur alone. Wilbur walked over to her, hitting her playfully.

“Hey Wilbur.” y/n looked over as the two went into a separate call.

“y/n!!! How are you doing? Enjoying the party?”

“Well I haven’t been here very long.” She held her hands closed over her lap. “Wilbur, I feel like there’s something going on here.”

“It’ll be fine. Trust me?”

She sighed, a smile playing at her lips. “Fine.”

“Good.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “Maybe dance around a bit. I’m going to talk with Phil.”

They both left the chat, Wilbur entering a call of just him and Philza and y/n entering the main room. The music was still playing. Everyone seemed to have split off into groups, leaving her alone. She sat by herself, watching everyone mingle about. It was only her in the main call, leaving everyone else in groups, but it was nice. She turned her head to watch her second monitor, seeing Charlie move out of the call with Wilbur and Philza to the main room with herself.

“H-Hey there.” She watched Charlie’s small character bounce over to her. “How’s it hangin?”

“Oh. Uhm. Good I guess. It’s nice to see you back on the server.”

“Yeah I guess I haven’t played in a while. I mean I haven’t streamed that much either but I’ve been recording.”

“That’s nice!”

“Yeah. I mean I’ve been able to watch other streams though.”

y/n thought back Ranboo’s stream earlier in the day, knowing full well Charlie had been watching that one. “Right.”

“We don’t have to talk about it. I mean I know how you feel.”

“Oh. Oh no please tell me Wilbur didn’t say anything.” y/n rubbed at her forehead with the heel of her palms. Convincing the internet she was in love with Wilbur Soot had been a problem in its own, but Wilbur telling Charlie she had a crush on him? “Look Charlie I’m sorry I didn’t want him to tell you it’s just- god you’re so nice and funny and really cute and it’s a stupid crush I never wanted to ruin our friendship. I’m so sorry Charlie.”

The other end of the call was quiet for a moment, but then she head Charlie almost laugh. “You have a crush on me?”

The realization washed over like a tsunami. He’d been talking about the stream, Wilbur hadn’t said anything. “God no wait Charlie-“

“On me? You have a crush on me?”

“Okay now you’re just rubbing it in. I take it back.”

“You can’t take that back!”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want you to.”

y/n paused, a smile creeping on her face. “Are you telling me that you have a crush on me over a Minecraft server?”

“You said it first!”

She glanced over at the camera on her computer for a moment. “We could have avoided this the whole time?”

“I- yeah we could’ve.”

y/n giggled, resting her face in her hands. “Is this our first date then?

“No!” She could hear Charlie suck in a breath. “I mean, let me take you somewhere better. Just give me a few days?”

“Days? That’s speedy isn’t it?”

“Okay Maybe weeks. But I’ll take you somewhere. Anywhere. Trust me.”

“Of course.”

She could hear Charlie laugh on the other end of the call. “Until then, how much time do we have to make up for?”

She smiled, settling herself into her chair. “Charlie, more than you could ever think.”

#charlie slimecicle #charlie slimecicle x reader #slimecicle #slimecicle x reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp #origins smp

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team-heavenly · 2 years

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Chapter 10 - Part 2

Find Part 1 here!

At the entrance to Hysterical Hospice:

Oh, I can.

Hysterical Hospice...

It wasn’t exactly Sad Land. But it was pretty darn close.

I’ll spare you the details, but it was Monster Houses and poison traps galore. Especially in the deeper reaches. I died a lot because where a Quick Attack from behind would have finished an enemy off, Andrea used Helping Hand instead. And my next blow was never enough to end it. By the end of the night, I was ready to throw my 3DS against the wall. If it wasn’t spawning into/a mandatory MH, it was an OP Marowak that tanked an 86 point hit like it was nothing, then knocked me out in one blow. There was a couple hours where I didn’t even get past the second floor.

I know I did this to myself but enoughhhhhh.

Also... Hitmonlee? Whatcha doing there, bud?

The first part was honestly less painful than the second. Oh well. At least it let me see this tropical vista again and again.

This dialogue... I went through this dialogue so many times, I discovered a way to scroll right through it. You hold down B. I don’t recall this working normally.

Gulpin: “One thing. Where has Team Heavenly gone?”

Kakuna: “Hysterical Hospice”

No, he... clearly didn’t.

Don’t worry Gulpin, Deep Amp Plains gave me enough problems to buy you time to get here.

Or should I say... Fatal Shore. An apt name btw. (Also, this is the floor that had no music... spooky.)

During the successful run, I recruited an Electrike. Level 18, but low HP. I can’t believe I almost turned him away because of that. Because look at this move set!

Did you know Spore is AoE? That really saved us during yet another MH.

Remember a while ago, I made a joke about checking the potential recruits so I wouldn’t get jump scared by a Palkia? Well, uhhhhh...

HELLO?!?

Not a Palkia, sure but... How is this any better?!

Oh and Ho-Oh spammed minimize. After my second Poison Tail, it took forever before the move could hit again. I didn’t have any Oran berries so Ho-Oh chipping away at my health made me very nervous. But I was determined to get through this dungeon once and for all, and with this OP Electrike to boot!

Uhhh, looks like we recruited Dusknoir...?

But then, tragedy struck:

Here’s how it happened. I was about to leave a corridor when I saw the room ahead of me had a suspicious amount of items. Instinct screamed MH. I wasn’t sure if I could survive another. So I backed away. Tried the other paths. But it turns out, the only way to the stairs was through that room.

Or was it? For Electrike, sure. But Teresa, Andrea, and Drifblim can travel over water. So I told Electrike to “Wait there,” peeled away over the water, and crossed my fingers.

I went a surprising amount of turns without him seeing any harm. But just as the stairs were in sight, he finally got cornered... and I couldn’t make it there in time.

💔 R.I.P. Electrike... Gone, but not forgotten.

Yet our time to grieve was short. A vicious yowl echoed around the canyon.

Raichu! Yet another fitting choice. Although the little Nincada gremlins painted an amusing picture.

But wait! Seed Flare! Mud Slap! Blizzard! Togekiss special item to absorb Electricity! LET’S GOOOOO!!

Drifblim: >:O Come at me, bro!

Nincada: :{

This. Battle. Was intense. I made the mistake of thinking Andrea would be smart enough to start with Blizzard (she didn’t). I was slapping Raichu with Mud Slaps, desperate to get the accuracy down. By the time I forced her to use it, Drifblim was already hurting a decent bit. His attacks only did 15 damage.

Blizzard missed about half the Nincada. I started to panic. We were out of Reviver Seeds, and we wouldn’t last long at this rate. It took us so long to get here, I couldn’t struggle through that again!!

But then! Another Mud Slap, and Raichu was finished. I held my breath. Blizzard took out the rest except for one. I exhaled in relief. The team cornered the remaining Frozen Nincada and smirked. Bada bing, bada boom!

Man, it’s a good thing I have the Glitter Robe, or I’d be seriously scared rn.

Mmmm... I dunno, gang. His words had more teeth when he was a Dusknoir, know what I mean?

Oh that’s good, I’d like to be home in time for dinner.

“Chaw-haw-haw! No point in hiding, then!”

Cowards. Can’t even do the dirty work yourself!

You literally just confessed you couldn’t be bothered to “rough ‘em up” by your own hands. But go off, I guess.

“Well, they’re certainly good at... skedaddling.”

Totally not typing these lines out because I had to cut them.

And the crowd goes wild! 🙌👏

(The lighting from here on out isn’t great, so apologies in advance.)

(”It” being Meganium’s location when Sandshrew took him.)

And here... Here is where the sky begins to fall.

Awww, I was half hoping the Dimensional Scream would be randomized, too. That would’ve been fun.

Andrea! *shakes her* Andrea, stop! You don’t know what you’re doing! Andrea!!

*nervous sweat* You can see the gears turning in his brain.

“Does that name mean anything to you?”

“...No. It means nothing to me, unfortunately...”

Teresa just rolled a Nat 5 in perception. Is that how the joke goes?

And absolutely nothing will go wrong from here on out.

AKSDJSDJGSFGJF Can you imagine? A crew of Clefairy just dancing through the air over the beach? Game, I will pay you to let me see that.

Beedrill comes to us in a panting rush... and somehow, we just know. Our lives will never be the same again.

Holy Cannoli... This is by far the longest write-up on the blog. If you’re still here, thank you! 🙏❤️️ Keep those radios going so you can catch the next installment in Chapter 11: (Insert nonsensical title here)!

#pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd explorers #randomizer #chapter 10 #seriously I had to cut some screenshots so this wouldn't bleed into a third post!!

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nowoyas · 4 years

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Housewarming (NSFW) (Bunny!Izuku x Reader)

Summary: Izuku comes over to spend the weekend helping you finish moving into your new house. You learn a few things about the habits of rabbits, including just how deep the rabbit hole goes. (bunny!Izuku x reader) (smut smut smut smut smut)

Warnings/notes: fuckin. just straight up fuckin. biting, hair pulling, tail and ear pulling, oral (giving and receiving), uhhhhh reader has tits and a vag but gender is not confirmed. reader and izu are both switches, praise kink with reader receiving, uhhh I think that’s it? a gratuitous amount of focus on the fact that bunnies wiggle their noses to express interest in things.

A/N: so uh. I’ve NEVER written smut before so please be gentle. but I had a conversation on discord the other night with some of my lovely wives. that conversation started something like this:

the following is how the conversation ended. (writing smut is apparently much easier with live audience commentary, i’ve learned.)

Word count: 8100+

Spending weekends with Izuku has always been at the top of your list of favorite things, pretty much second only to the man himself. Can anyone blame you? Your rabbit-eared best friend (read: longtime crush) is pretty much the sweetest guy you've ever met, his mom is a wonderful woman, and often, you feel more at home curled up with Izuku on his bedroom floor (neither of you ever want to take the bed only to leave the other on the floor, resulting in a history of cuddling each other to sleep and entirely defeating the purpose of sleeping on the floor to begin with) than you do your own house most of the time.

Spending the weekend together has been a monthly ritual for the two of you for years now, beginning in your last year of middle school (consisting of an extremely flustered bunny) when you still lived in the same apartment complex. You've since moved and the years have been kind, the innocent ritual remaining steadfast no matter how busy you or Izuku got with school or training or any matter of thing.

Only... This weekend is different. Because in the past, the two of you were always in the dorms or at his mom's apartment. There were always people somewhere nearby to pop their head in and offer fresh cookies or join in beating you at Mario Kart or put in a noise complaint if you laughed too loud.

In a way, there were always limits.

This weekend is the first in your new house, bought for a surprisingly low price that you can assume is the result of being relatively small and not in a very desirable area.

This weekend, you're completely alone with him.

Realistically, it's likely not that big of a deal. He's just coming over to help you unpack after you spent the past week preparing for the move. A housewarming sleepover is the perfect way to get you used to sleeping in the new place, after all, and you'd be much more comfortable if Izuku were there with you! (Besides, free labor.)

But you can't help but be just a little high strung.

You've reminded yourself a thousand times now that it's just Izuku. You trust him with your life, after all, and he's trusted you with every secret he has (even those he's technically not legally allowed to be disclosing to you). You were the first person he told about his new quirk, even before his own mom. So why the hell are you so nervous?

You're busily and restlessly looking between kitchen cabinets to decide where your dishes will go when he arrives, landing three firm knocks on your front door. You greet him with a smile and nearly cry when you realize he's brought flowers and pizza, his trademark nervous grin on his face.

"Great! This is the right place!" Izuku says, and you smile and step aside to let him in. "Your new place looks great, [name]!"

You smile, relaxing at his presence as you watch him walk in to explore. "Nothing's really set up yet," you say as he investigates the new house. "I've got a couch, a table, and a lamp and that's about it."

He turns to you, nose twitching excitedly. "It's got a lot of potential! I can't wait to help you get everything set up so we can really see how nice it is! Oh, and these are for you! I know it's traditional to give something, you know, useful for a housewarming gift, but I-I wanted to congratulate you on finally getting enough together to get your own place, and I think having something nice to look at is useful, too, so—"

You accept the bouquet with a faint blush, smiling up at him. "I love them, Izuku. Thank you." (Privately, you think that just his presence here gives you something nice to look at, but you suppose the flowers will stay a little bit longer.)

There's a quiet moment where the two of you just look at each other, and man, Izuku is really good at making you think he might actually be attracted to you, huh. (Probably just wishful thinking.) "Let's... let's go ahead and get started, yeah?" you say, eyes drifting hungrily to the box he has balanced on one hand. "I see you've brought pizza. I haven't put together the chairs yet, so wanna sit in the middle of my kitchen floor and eat pizza?"

He chuckles, ruffling your hair. "Lead the way."

An entire pizza between the two of you and with the entire kitchen unpacked, you fling yourself onto the couch with a sigh. "God, I'm so tired of this move already," you whine. "I just wanna be done already."

Izuku laughs as you drape yourself over the back of the couch dramatically, throwing an arm over your face. "That bad, huh?"

"Yes!" You take a moment to peek at him as he crouches by your TV, but his back blocks your view of what he's actually doing. Instead, you watch his fluffy tail with amusement. It twitches whenever you speak, and you swear to god it's the cutest thing you've ever seen. "I spent the past weeks packing when I wasn't at work only to unpack it and I'm tired, 'Zukuuuu."

"Well, what if we took a little break?" he offers with another twitch of his tail. He stands, brandishing your favorite controller as he circles around behind the couch to hand it to you. "You up for it?"

You roll your eyes, shifting to reach for the controller. The minute your fingers brush against it, though, Izuku takes a step back, his nose twitching quickly. The corners of his lips pull up into a poorly-concealed grin, and you sigh, flipping over and reaching for it again.

"Izuku..." you say, tone playfully warning as he pulls the controller just out of your reach a second time.

"You sure you want it?" he teases, pulling the controller just far enough away that you pop up on your knees, propping yourself on the back of the couch with one hand as you reach. "You want me to destroy you that badly?"

Ohgodpleaseyes—You choke, your hand slipping out from beneath you. Before he has the chance to be too concerned, you let out an annoyed noise and fling yourself over the back of the couch, chasing after him with a beet red face. Izuku yelps and runs the other direction when he sees you coming, hardly giving you the chance to break into a sprint before he's down the hall.

He stops a few feet down, watching you with one ear raised up, the other dropping against his shoulder. The grin on his face is downright goofy, and you let out a small giggle before giving proper chase.

Izuku, naturally, is not one to be caught. Even without the use of One For All, bunnies are naturally very fast, and you learned fairly quickly that he does not get caught if he doesn't want to be. Still, you'd be damned if you weren't going to try. You try to tackle, he somehow manages to slip around you and back down the hall, evading you constantly until the two of you have bounded through every room of the house, narrowly avoiding boxes and as-of-yet still-disassembled furniture just to get your damn controller between his amused laughter.

Izuku stops and watches you again just as you're starting to get out of breath, nose twitching a mile a minute. You come to a stop just in front of the couch, panting a bit from the exertion of chasing your fucking menace of a best friend around your house. He has both controllers held behind his back, and that's about when he does the single cutest thing you've ever seen in your life.

He fucking binkies, leaping into the air a few feet as he flicks his head, his ears flopping with the movement. You let out a giggle, trying very hard not to completely lose your composure, and, in a fit of goofiness, mimic the motion. It doesn't quite work the same when you're not the adorable one with the bunny quirk, but apparently, it does something, because Izuku's face goes full red in an instant, eyes widening as he searches your face.

He drops the controllers.

Your eyes flick to them as they hit the ground, and you realize that if you're going to get those controllers you have to do it now. You make a move to sweep them off the ground, but the second you move, it's apparently over for you.

The slightest sound of electric sparks reaches your ears before the wind's knocked out of you, your back hitting your couch cushions roughly as Izuku slams into your body, one hand cradling the back of your head protectively before he straddles your waist, looking down at you with a downright ecstatic look, green lightning sparking around Izuku for just a moment longer as he stares down at you, nose still twitching like it's run by a motor, ears straight up in the air, but that's hardly the key detail here.

His face is beet fucking red as he stammers. "D-do you really mean that?"

"Uh... wait, mean what?" You tilt your head, a little flustered from suddenly getting tackled and pinned down by your incredibly attractive best friend. Is your head spinning, or is that just the room?

Fuck, are you imagining things, or does he look excited beneath all that blushing?

"Y-you did it back, usually that's, uh, it means— um..." The excitement drains from his face steadily and his expression drops. (His ears also drop.) You've never seen him look so wounded, and now you're really confused. His next words tumble out of his mouth at a dizzying rate. "I-if you don't know what I'm talking about then nevermind, I obviously messed up, I can leave—"

The moment Izuku pushes off you and stands, very obviously embarrassed and looking on the verge of tears, you regain your bearings just enough to tackle him back down so now he's the one being pinned down. "No, you're not backing out of this. Did I really mean what, Izuku?"

He stammers incoherently for a second, his eyes roaming over you like he's not sure where to look, and you're suddenly a little self-conscious at the fact that you've just pinned him to your couch with no room for interruptions if things were to go the way pinning someone down on a couch is probably supposed to go, but you refuse to let up until he gives you an answer. You bring a hand up to his cheek, swiping a thumb where the first of several tears is moments away from slipping out.

"Come on, Zu-kun. I obviously did something to upset you, and I don't know what I did, and won't know what I did until you explain it to me."

He lets out a shaky sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as if it'll change the situation.

"'Zuku..."

Finally, he opens his mouth to answer. "It's, um, w-well, usually when rabbits, y'know, c-court each other, to, y'know..." His hands come up to cover his face in sheer embarrassment as he says the next words in a hushed hurry, so quick and quiet you almost don't catch them. "Y-y'know, m-m-mate and stuff like that, they, uh..."

Hot shame floods your being as you slowly come to a realization of what, exactly, you may have implied to him.

"It's, it usually, um, there's, kind of a m-mating dance? And w-when, um, I-I didn't really mean to, but um, at the end, i-if one of them binkies and the other d-does it back, it means, um—" He lets out a mortified whine. "P-please don't make me explain it any more than that," he says finally, sounding defeated.

Oh. Oh.

Well, that's something along the lines of a "disaster" if you've ever caused one.

"Oh fuck, I am so sorry, shit Izu. I didn't mean to—"

"I-it's okay," he mumbles, dragging his hands off his reddened face. "You can get off me now."

Jesus, he's about seconds away from crying as he gently tries to push you off him.

Well, fuck. Unless you're mistaken, the expression on his face is utter heartbreak. You're already in the worst position possible here, so...

You lock your thighs in place around his waist to resist his gentle push. "Izuku, wait."

"[name], it's okay. Please just, give me a minute to—"

"Izuku." You firmly place your hands on his chest, pushing him back down. "Please listen for a sec?"

His hands remain on you, but he stops pushing, not meeting your eyes as he waits in silence.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize that binkying back at you like that would imply that I, you know, wanted to get with you, but that doesn't..." You chew your lip, locking your eyes on the controllers, still on the floor from when he dropped them. No backing out.

You mumble the last part (the most important part) so fast you almost hope he doesn't hear you: "that doesn't mean it was the wrong idea or anything—"

His head is still turned away, but his eyes flick to your face with a surprised sniffle. "...what?"

You furrow your brow, your heart hammering away in your chest. "God, please don't make me say it again," you whine, your hands coming up to hide your own face.

"No, please say it again," he breathes. "I mean, I already misinterpreted once today and I don't want to—"

You let out an embarrassed whine, pressing your hands to your face even harder. "I didn't mean to say it but that doesn't mean it wasn't something I meant to say eventually," you hiss out slowly and much louder than you would have liked.

You peek at Izuku through your fingers, desperately looking for any reaction to tell you whether you just irreparably fucked things up with your best friend.

Izuku is, and always has been, a very expressive person. You've been able to gauge his emotions at a glance for as long as you've known him—even if he didn't wear his heart on his sleeve, generally the angle of his ears and the movement of his nose or tail have always been more than enough to keep tabs on how your best friend is feeling.

Right now, though, aside from the flush on his cheeks and slight parting of his lips, Izuku is carefully blank. It's like he's shut down, mentally—blank eyes, nose still, mouth just slightly open but not with any hint of emotion to it. Not positive, not negative, just mild shock and a practiced blankness that has your face burning and you moving to get off him.

You feel him shift beneath you just a moment, and then once again, you yelp as you suddenly find yourself on your back, but this time, you're not looking up at Izuku, because his lips are pressed to yours, one leg hanging off the couch while the other is wedged firmly between your legs. You can feel his hands tremble as they cup your face, your eyes blown wide with shock. He's unpracticed, but his lips are soft and it's him kissing you so enthusiastically that you really have no right to complain.

Your eyes flutter shut as you begin to kiss back, your hands gently coming up to tangle fingers in his hair. You let out the tiniest whimper as your reciprocation seems only to spur him on, him kissing you somehow even more passionately.

You can't help but giggle into the kiss when you feel his nose twitching against your face, causing him to pull back just enough to breathe. His obsession with training over the years has clearly done him well—his breathing seems mostly unaffected by the kiss, while you lay there panting and trying to make sense of what the hell just happened.

Izuku watches your face for just a moment, seemingly shocked at his own actions, but leans in again, brushing his nose against yours adoringly. "I-I'm sorry, I was just... really happy..."

You let out another tiny giggle, leaning up to kiss him again. Much like in all other areas of his life, he's quick to kiss back, already seeming to kiss you with a bit more precision than the first. He pulls back, hot breath ghosting against your lips as he whispers to you. "I-I've loved you for—" —he breaks off to plant another tiny kiss on your lips— "—s-so, so long, [name]."

He goes to kiss your lips again, but whines when you turn your head so he hits your cheek instead. "I love you too, 'Zuku," you hum, continuing to dodge his kisses playfully.

"[naaaame]," he whines. "I've got a lot of lost time to make up for, stop dodging me..."

Cute, sweet kisses are lovely and all, but as long as you're trapped between his muscles and the couch, you might as well tease him a little, right? And you've got just the idea to push him a bit further.

You look up at him with a playful smile as he glares heatlessly at you. His hand, previously cupping your cheek sweetly, grows a little bit firmer in its hold in an attempt to hold your face in place so he can kiss your lips. He darts down to capture your lips again, exactly according to plan.

Your fingers, still entwined in the mop of green he calls hair, grip carefully and tug his head back before he can properly kiss you.

Bingo. You can't help but grin with flushed cheeks as he immediately grinds his hips down onto your leg, letting out a breathy moan as something suspiciously firm and growing rubs against your thigh, bare from the shorts you dug out of your clothes this morning.

You watch his face in awe, his freckles disappearing among how purely red he's gone, and give another gentle tug to his hair. This time, he borderline whimpers, hips moving like he's being controlled. His eyelids flutter shut, hot pants causing his chest to heave as green eyes stare down at you, darker than you remember.

No lies here, the fact that he can't help but grind on you is... really hot. So hot, in fact, that you can't help but shoot him a teasing smirk as he watches you with half-lidded eyes. "Excited, Jackrabbit?" you muse.

He whines as his head drops to your shoulder. Quietly, so quietly you almost miss it, he mumbles, "how can I not be when you of all people finally take an interest in me?"

God, if he weren't still grinding his hard-on against you, that would've been adorable. "If I'd known you were into me, we could've been doing this years ago, 'Zuku baby." You punctuate your sentence with another tug to his hair, to which he retaliates by biting down on the crook of your neck, dragging a drawn-out moan from your throat.

He pulls off with a small giggle of his own, eyes staring down at you playfully. "Aw, are we sensitive, honeybun?"

You don't dignify him with a response. At least, not a verbal one. You pull him back down for another heated kiss, lips moving against his as your hands slowly drift from his hair, down to his chest. You splay your palms out, just feeling his muscles for a second before you pull back, take a breath, and shove him as hard as you can. He lets out a tiny "guh?" before you're straddling his hips, hands returning to his hair and lips returning to his.

He's shocked, but clearly he's more than happy to continue making out with you like this. You, however, have a curiosity stemming from years of Izuku dodging around you touching his ears that you just have to sate, so your hands slowly but purposely crawl up to the base of his ears, thumbs brushing the velvety appendages gently before you pinch the base and give them the slightest tug.

Izuku pulls back with a moan, shivering as you continue to thumb his ears in slight awe at their texture. "[n-name]~"

You bring a hand up to laugh. "Aw, are we sensitive, Izu?" you tease, drawing a glare from him. Just to drive it home, you shift and grind your hips down, planting both hands on his chest to steady yourself, effectively killing his glare as he lets out another shaky moan.

"T-that's not fair," he whines.

"Life's not fair," you muse, grinding down one more time before leaning down and tugging at his shirt. He doesn't seem to notice, lost in pleasure just from grinding with his eyes closed. "'Zuku baby, can I see a bit more of you?"

Another whine tears from his throat, and he opens one eye to look up at you. "O-only if I—hah—get to see more of you, too."

You smile, locking your legs around his hips and giving him a show as you slowly peel your shirt off. When it's over your head, you look down and wink, almost losing your composure completely.

His jaw's dropped, eyes locked on your body, and when you wink, he bucks his hips up. You yelp, barely managing to steady yourself at the sudden force, and this time when you lean down and go to pull his own shirt off, he helps you wiggle it off of him. You suppress a groan at the sight of his bare chest, shifting up a bit so you're straddling his abs and he can't grind against you as easily. (You love it, but can't have him getting too excited, now.)

Scarred, calloused hands settle on your waist as he just admires you, completely wordless. You've half a mind to be self-conscious about his lustful gaze on you, but it's hard when you've got your own view to devour.

Izuku really is gorgeous. Sure, it's not the first time you've noticed over the years. Where he was once your scrawny bunny boy, years of training and hero work have left him littered with scars and bursting with muscles, maintaining his lithe form without sacrificing any amount of strength. Among the scars is a smattering of freckles decorating his shoulders, and that's just his body. To say nothing about his face, still young-looking despite the years and, as of right now, dripping with utter adoration for you.

"You're gorgeous," he breathes, thumbs gently rubbing circles into your hips.

"Says you." You smooth your hands over his chest, dragging your nails teasingly. When you barely brush against his nipples, he shivers, letting out the slightest gasp. You smirk and repeat the motion, watching his face as his fingers twitch around your waist. You could honestly tease him like this for hours just to watch his face and feel his muscles as his stomach trembles between your legs. (Again, Izuku has always been the epitome of expressive, and it's moments like these that you truly understand how much that shines.)

Izuku, however, has a better idea as he effortlessly sits up with you in his lap, trembling as he gives you a slow, charged kiss. (You'd like to imagine his thought process right now is something along the lines of "holy shit holy shit holy shit", but it's difficult to tell.) When he pulls away, he buries his nose in your neck, letting out a shuddering sigh as you glance down over his back. "I-is it okay if I touch you, too?"

You stifle a laugh when you finally notice his tail hitting the couch a mile a minute, forgetting for a moment that Izuku asked you a question. "Just do it already, Jackrabbit," you tease. "You don't have to ask."

He doesn't waste a moment at your permission, immediately shoving your bra up and out of the way to take one of your breasts into his mouth, a hand coming up to knead the other one excitedly. For a moment, you simply hold him as he enjoys himself, letting out little gasps as he lathes a hot tongue over your nipple and lets out a tiny moan of his own. But naturally, your eyes drift to his tail again. The ball of fluff seems to be moving of its own accord, and honestly, you can't resist drifting your hand down to grab it and give it a little tug.

The mouth on your breast leaves as Izuku immediately tosses his head back, letting out a strangled moan louder than you ever thought possible. His hands squeeze instinctively as his eyes roll back, ears falling back and brushing your hand as he momentarily loses himself.

Your face flushes as you watch his with renewed interest. You swear you can see hearts in his eyes, the blush on his cheeks creeping down his neck and shoulders, and holy fuck do you wish you had a camera ready. You want to look at that expression every day for the rest of your life.

He lets out a few garbled noises that might have been words, had he been two percent more coherent. Your laugh dies in your throat when, upon collecting himself, he gives you a look about four shades darker than you ever thought your sweet Izuku to be capable of. You knew he was gorgeous and fun and amazing, but now you can add "panty-dropper" to the list of words describing him.

You don't fight back when he practically flings you back onto your back and clamors to hover over you, nipping at your neck as his hands find the waistband of your shorts. He yanks both your shorts and your panties down at once, leaving them to pool around your knees as the force pulls you back flush with his hips. When you give his tail another weak tug he growls into your neck. You're gone. You're officially gone. Between the not-so-gentle reminder that this boy can fling you around like a ragdoll whenever he wants (and that you kinda wanna thank him for doing so) and the growl, just...

Goodbye, panties. You're living a better life now.

When he looks into your eyes with that same heated gaze from before, your breath catches in your throat. His voice, however, is far from matching when he speaks. "I-I really want to take things slow a-and do things right, b-but if you keep pulling my tail like that, my patience is gonna run out, you know?"

You watch his face with wide eyes for a long moment, pulling the most innocent face you can muster. "Pulling your tail like what, Jackrabbit?" you say teasingly.

And then.

You pull again.

Izuku's moan turns to a whine and mixes with your own as he bites down on your neck a third time to muffle himself. He pulls up when he's collected and reaches behind himself, one hand firmly wrapping around your wrist while the other grabs your other hand. Slowly, purposefully, he pins your wrists down in one hand, attempting to intimidate you with a glare. There's no heat to it, though, especially not like this, not when there's hearts in his eyes, not when he's panting and sweating and blushing down his neck and you're now fully aware that he moans like a goddamn pornstar.

To his credit, none of that makes you any less horny right now.

Now that he's got your wrists pinned down, he takes another moment to just look at you with hungry eyes. They roam your disheveled form, paying particular attention to your tits as they bounce with every heavy breath. His eyes drift up to your face, and he swallows harshly at the look you're giving him. It takes him just a moment longer of admiring you, the damn near animalistic look from before slipping away to something more Izuku before he speaks.

"I-if we're going to do this, I want to make sure you feel good, too," he says evenly, no longer looking anything but purely genuine. "So please keep your hands to yourself for a little bit?" He tilts his head, ears flopping with the motion, eyes innocent as if he's not asking you to hold still so he can drive you to madness without interruptions.

You nod slowly, swallowing a bit and stilling in his grasp. His fingers twitch, his face lights up, and for just a moment you swear he's more like a puppy than a bunny.

He shifts, his hands releasing your wrists but hovering over them a moment longer. "If you need me to stop at all, just let me know, okay? The last thing I want to do is push you further than you're okay with it."

"Okay," you whisper breathlessly, watching with interest as he properly lets your wrists go. He glares playfully for a moment, watching to see that you don't move your hands, and when he seems satisfied that you'll actually listen this time, he begins tracing down your arms with featherlight touches.

He's painfully slow in his movements, fingertips grazing your skin as he moves down. He briefly leans down and pecks at you softly, first your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then grazes your lips just enough to draw out a whine as he cups your cheeks. With every tiny kiss, he mutters against your skin— "love you—" "—so much—" "—so fucking much."

"Love you more," you chirp sweetly.

"Hmm, that's debatable," he hums. "But let's come back to that later. Right now, there's s-something I want to do."

With that, he continues running his hands down your body, smoothing his rough palms out just to feel your skin. He exhales slowly as he palms your breasts, smiling fondly down at you as you gasp. "You're so soft..." he whispers, mostly to himself, as his nose twitches a single time. He only plays with your breasts for a moment before his hands continue to move down your body, eliciting a surprised giggle when his scarred hands smooth over your sides. He slowly moves in with both hands, dipping between your thighs, and just when you think he's finally going to touch your dripping slit...

He gently parts your thighs and continues moving, lightening his touch as fingertips drag over your inner thighs. You let out a mournful cry when he continues down your legs, hands smoothing against your outer thighs and hooking underneath as he reaches your knees.

He exhales, flicks his eyes up to your face with a blank look that usually spells trouble. Without warning, he yanks you toward him in a controlled jerk, leaning down as you yelp. Before you can get your bearings, his hot tongue is dragging flat against your heat. You let out a moan that almost drowns out his own at the flavor.

"God, y-you're so wet for me, [n-name]." His breath is hot against you, green eyes locked on yours. "You taste so good."

You'd like to respond, really you would, but he goes right back to eating you out, tongue firmly dancing over your clit before dipping into you. His hands grip your thighs as he enthusiastically gets to work, little moans peppering the space in between your own gasps and pants. You throw your head back as he works—he's a messy eater, to be sure, but you swear you can feel him learning as he goes. He's probably cataloging every noise you make, every twitch of your thighs, especially if the rhythm he quickly falls into is anything to go by.

When he moves to latch his mouth over your clit, his eyes closed as he loses himself to pleasuring you, and you're so so close, maybe you can get away with at least winding your fingers through his hair—

The moment your hands move, his eyes shoot open, and he pulls away from your pussy with a look that screams nothing but disappointment, though it doesn't quite cut. "Honeybun..." he says, voice husky and gently chiding, your slick glistening on his lips. "You said you'd keep your hands to yourself."

You instantly slam your hands back down to the couch, letting out a whine as you give him a pleading look. "B-but I wanna touch you, Izu," you whine out.

His hips buck against air at your words, his nose twitching in surprise as his eyes widen. Seeing a crack in his armor, you have to pounce. "Come on, Jackrabbit," you insist. "You're so good to me. Can't I make you feel amazing, too?"

He's so stunned that he hardly reacts as you prop yourself up on one elbow, yanking him down for a hot kiss with a hand on the nape of his neck. You wrinkle your nose in distaste when you realize you can taste yourself on his lips, but that doesn't mean you're going to stop, not by any means. You lift a knee, opening one eye to make sure you're aiming correctly, and rub against his aching bulge just as his tongue slips into your mouth.

The poor boy jerks away from your mouth, letting out a quiet, drawn out moan as his cock twitches against your knee.

He stares at you for a moment, face flushed and breathing heavy as tiny tears form at the corners of his eyes. "I-I'm so sorry, [name], I wanted you t-to—"

You cut him off with a sweet kiss, locking lips with him as you carefully shimmy out of your bra and bottoms (both having been left hastily shoved out of the way), tossing them out of the way. When you're properly stripped, you gently push him back so you're both sitting up and pull away with a sweet smile.

"We're only done here if you want to be, Zuzu," you say, dripping with affection (and perhaps maybe something else).

He immediately shakes his head, ears following the motion as his face flushes worse. "N-no, I want to... I want to keep going."

You chuckle softly and slide off the couch, gently guiding him to sit in front of you properly before you reach up to toy with the zipper of his pants. "Then, let's keep going, hm~?"

He nods, nose twitching relentlessly as you slowly pull his zipper down and slide your hands into his pants. You cheekily smooth your hands over his ass before actually beginning to pull his pants and boxers off in one go. You giggle as his cock springs out, somehow still hard despite the obvious mess of cum clinging to his thighs and the inside of his boxers. You slowly lean forward, sure to make eye contact with him. Instead of going for the mess he's made just yet, however, you run a thumb through some of his cum and smear it over his abs, just to have an excuse to lick it off.

You're slow and sweet as you lick up his abs, arms wrapping loosely around his waist. The look he gives you is almost one of betrayal as you pull back, and you bring a hand to your lips with a coquettish grin.

"Sorry Izu baby, I've been wanting to do that for the longest time," you admit, resting your arms on his legs and your head on your arms.

He groans lowly at the admission, head dropping back. "H-how long—" he breathes out, cutting off when you drag a finger over his length.

God, even his cock is gorgeous. Long, thick, honestly just a little bit intimidating. You're functionally a virgin thanks to your formative years spent being silently in love with a certain green rabbit boy, so you're a little concerned that he'll split you in half when you actually fuck.

...You might not complain if he does.

You admire it with adoring eyes as he whimpers. "Now's not the time for asking questions, Jackrabbit," you coo, glancing up at him for only a moment before wrapping your hand around his cock. (Christ, you can barely wrap your whole hand around it.) "I was good long enough, so you'll let me return the favor, right?"

"I'll be good," he whines, bucking into your hand something fierce. "I'll be good so please, [name], please—"

You lift your head from where it rests, guiding his tip to your mouth to press a tiny kiss there. Izuku whimpers in response, attempting to buck his hips again. You smile, snaking an arm around behind him to gently run your thumb over the fluff of his tail. You keep a light hold on it, just touching it enough to feel it as you take a deep breath in preparation. When you're ready, you lean forward again slowly, teasingly breathing hot air onto his cock before finally, finally taking him into your mouth.

"Fuck," Izuku breathes as your mouth closes over him, gripping the couch cushions with white knuckles.

If you thought you'd take this slow and teasing, well, regrettably, Izuku can't seem to control himself well enough for that. He bucks into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with ease as you choke. You tug his tail ever-so-slightly as a warning, but his response is almost more than the way he lost his mind earlier—his hips move frantically, leaving you to do nothing but relax and take his cock down your throat.

"I-I'm sorry," he babbles. "Y-your mouth is so— so good, you're so good for me, honeybun, I'm sorry, I don't think— ahn~ I don't think I can be good like you asked, it's too good, you're too good, s-soooooooo—"

You manage to tear yourself away from him just in time for him to erupt, hot ropes of cum hitting your face and the top of your breasts, precious little making it into your mouth as you gasp for air. His tail twitches in your hand as he babbles, legs shaking and feet gently thumping the floor. You gently, carefully, clean him up, pausing to grab your discarded shirt and wipe your face off.

When you're both clean and still out of breath, you rest your head against his leg, tilting up at him sweetly as you trace small, soothing circles over his opposite thigh. "You said you'd be good, but I guess this makes us even, huh, 'Zuku?"

He mutters something you don't quite catch.

"What was that?"

"I said—" —you're suddenly tackled once again, skidding across the floor from sheer force as Izuku pins you down— "—not. yet."

Well. Mark me down as scared and horny, I guess.

"S-still raring to go, Jackrabbit?" you force out in your best teasing tone. "Huh, guess it's true what they say about fucking like—"

"Hush," he hisses out in a dark tone. You gulp; all the adoration and sweetness you're used to from him has melted away, leaving only something dark and carnal in his eyes that has you shivering. And then, almost instantaneously, he slips into a saccharine tone. "Be a good girl and let me take care of you, okay sweetheart?"

Oh god. You nod so quickly it's dizzying, so slightly that if it were anyone other than Izuku watching you, they might not notice. But it is Izuku and he notices, just like he notices your breath hitching when he does something right, notices how you respond to his praise, notices how you watch him, excited and intimidated all at once, and the smile he gives you is deceptively sweet and innocent and so so unsuited to the situation at hand that if the circumstances were different, you'd laugh. But you're not laughing. Not when you feel his head prod against your entrance and circle teasingly.

He doesn't tease you for long, though. One whine from you is all it takes for him to slide into you, made easier by how soaked you get the moment his goddamn guttural groan reaches your ears. He shakes as he enters you at a torturous pace, drawing a cry from your lips as you feel yourself stretched in a way you've never been before. The slightest squelch fills your living room as he finally bottoms out in you and stills to let you adjust to his size.

You're not sure whether to thank every deity that he's got at least enough self control to let you adjust (or that he's going to fuck you at all) or to plead for him to please god just rearrange my guts already before you lose your fucking mind. Izuku forces himself to open his eyes and watch you as you take him in, biting his lip as your face contorts. It's so much, so much to not just ruin you right off the bat, but he's careful to wait and not hurt you... too badly, at least.

You just watch him, meeting his eyes with a half-lidded gaze of your own as you pant and lie still. After a moment, Izuku realizes why you're so still and quiet—

His head drops into your shoulder as he chuckles. "You really are so good for me, honeybun. Are you ready?"

"P-please~" you mewl into his ear.

That's all he needs to hear. Slowly, carefully, he pulls out of you until just the tip of his cock is left throbbing inside of you, and then he snaps his hips forward in one sharp motion. That damn smile drops from his face, his jaw going slack as he starts a slow pace, trying his absolute damnedest to not completely lose himself. As much as he adores watching your expressions, he can't help but throw his head back, eyes squeezing shut as he pistons into you, panting heavily.

"Hah~ Fuck, [name], y-you're so— so tight~"

When he finally brings himself to take a peek down at you, he can't help the sudden increase in both speed and force as he grips your hips. With every thrust, your tits bounce in response, and your expression is nothing short of starstruck as he damn near slams into you. Before he even realizes it, a stream of words fall from his lips, every one of them truthful, adoring, and just a little bit incoherent. Your mouth hangs open in silence, unable to even moan as he drills into you at a pace quickly approaching brutal speeds.

"God, y-you feel so much— so much better than I ever expected-hoped-dreamed about, honeybun, and I really mean that, really mean that, you're so— guh, so tight around me, i-it's hard to believe you weren't made to take my cock, you know? You're so hot and wet and tight and I— I-love-you-love-you-love-you oh godddd I love you so much you're so gooooooood~"

If you were able to focus enough to think, let alone speak, you'd probably make some comment about how he's literally fucking you like a rabbit, but it's all you can do to claw desperately at his back, legs locking weakly around his hips as you quiver beneath him. Between the way he's babbling nonsensically to you and the wet slaps filling the room and the charming sloppy-enthusiastic way he's fucking you relentlessly it's almost too much. If you can walk after this, it'll be nothing short of a miracle.

You've been almost silent, practically unable to moan due to the overwhelming bliss from being stretched out so deliciously, but the keen that tears from your throat as the building knot in your stomach finally snaps is loud, nails dragging down his back one last time as your tongue lolls out of your mouth.

There's not really any doubt left in Izuku's mind that he's fucked you stupid, not with your walls fluttering around him, not with your hands desperately moving, searching for something, and he's got an idea of what it is when your hand brushes his tail and yanks, rougher than you have before, hard enough to send him crashing over the edge with you and nearly making his legs give out from the pleasure.

Izuku's vision blacks out as the pleasure crashes over him, the pair of you riding out your orgasms in tandem as he paints your walls white. You're dizzy as he finally collapses on top of your body, shuddering and not bothering to pull out of you as he rests his cheek against your heaving breasts.

"Holy shit, Izuku," you breathe, hands tangling in his hair as you stare up at your ceiling.

"Now we're even," he says, shaking a bit as he chuckles.

"I hope you know I'm never letting you go." His hair is soft as you nuzzle into it. "Holy shit."

"Aw, am I that good?" he teases, slowly pulling out of you. You whine at the loss. "Shh, it's okay, honeybun. I promise that won't be the last time."

"Thank god," you mumble, playing with his hair lazily. "Go out with me."

"No."

Your hands still, your blood running cold. "Oh."

"You go out with me," he finishes, smiling against you.

You lightly smack the back of his head. "You scared me, dick."

"Is that a yes?"

You go back to playing with his hair. "I guess. But you have to go out with me, too."

"Yes, that's how it works."

"Really?" you retort. "You had me fooled, rejecting me so you could ask me out instead."

"What can I say?" He lifts his head, pushing himself up to plant a soft kiss on your lips. "I wanted to win."

"You could've killed me, Izu," you whine. "You're heavy and then you say no—"

He rolls his eyes, nuzzling into your neck. "You know I could never actually say no to you, right?"

"Oh~? Are you saying you're too in love?" you tease.

He giggles, pressing tiny kisses along your neck. "Yes, I am. I've been in love with you since middle school. Got a problem with it, honeybun?"

"O-oh." Huh.

"What? Got nothin' to say to that?" he teases.

"S-sorry, I'm just... fuck, you're saying I could've had you years ago?" You press a kiss to the top of his head, right between his ears. "I've been in love with you for just as long and this whole time I've just been pining instead of kissing you."

"Pining?" he echoes, rolling off of you with a grunt. He immediately wraps his arms around you to pull you flush with his side, smirking at your little squeak of surprise.

You blush, burying your face in his chest. "Y-yeah, I said it. Pining."

"Tell me more, Honeybun. I'm interested to know exactly what you mean." A large hand drifts up to card through your hair affectionately, and you sigh as you drape your arm over him.

"Izuku," you whine. "It's embarrassing."

"Please, [name]?"

"...fine," you mumble. "I was always... You were always so sweet and kind and passionate, and in middle school you were cute and I wanted to protect you. But then we got to high school, and oh no he's hot, I guess... I mean, shit, Izu, you got muscles. And scars. I know you don't like them much but they're hot."

"'Hot', huh...?"

You don't have to look at him to note how much he's clearly enjoying this. "Keep making fun of me and you can sleep on the floor tonight."

"That's okay, as long as you're here, too," he replies without missing a beat. "Do you wanna get up and go wash up? I can't imagine all that feels very comfy right now."

You laugh nervously. "I'd love to, but, uh. I still can't feel my legs. I don't think I can walk."

Izuku lets out an affronted gasp as he sits up. "[name]. I'm offended at the implication that I'd make you walk." He pushes himself up. "You wait here, and I'll run you a bath."

"Mm... no," you reply, watching him with subtle amusement. "Run us a bath, Jackrabbit."

He laughs, shooting you a wink. "Anything for you, Honeybun. I'll be right back."

He rushes off on shaky legs. You slap a hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles when he returns not even a moment later.

"Hey, [name]?"

"Hm? Could it be that you don't know where my bathroom is?"

He rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "Maybe."

You laugh. "Down the hall, first door on your right."

"Right. Gotcha! Thanks, Honeybun. Oh, one more thing?"

"What's that?"

His expression shifts, eyes dripping with fondness as he looks you over. "I love you."

Your heart swells, smile unwittingly stretching your cheeks at the confession. "I love you too, Izuku."

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