#love chasing kids and being like i’m gonna fucking get you

[lilgynt]

i love carrying kids and throwing them

[chaotic-toasters]

Immature

Leah Williamson x Teen!Gunner!R

“Oi! What’re you doin’ up there? Get down!”

You glanced down at your vice captain distastefully. “Why?”

“It’s dangerous!” Leah cried, standing at the base of the tree just outside the Arsenal training facility. “You could fall and break your arm or something!”

“So?”

“Uh—what d’you mean ‘so’?! You’re okay with getting a broken arm?”

You shrugged, gazing at the training pitches from your spot in the tall oak tree. “I can still play with a broken arm, eh?”

Leah’s mouth was agape. “No, you can’t!”

“Yes, I can!” you protested, climbing higher. “Katie scored a hat trick on international duty with a torn bicep! I’ll be fine.”

“Fucking Katie… you’re benched if you climb any higher!” Leah yelled.

You frowned. “Why?”

Leah scowled. “Because! You’re gonna get hurt!”

“Why?”

“Because! Those branches could break!”

“Why?”

“Because you’re heavy!”

“Why?”

“Becau—because! Get down from there!”

You stuck out your tongue, starting your descent. “Fine! You’re no fun.”

“Yes, I am! Just because I care about your well-being doesn’t make me boring!” the defender glared, taking a drink from her water bottle.

“Yeah, right! Steph cares about my well-being, but she’s loads more fun than you!”

Leah spit out her water, chasing after you as you sprinted into the building. “You take that back!”

-

“Who on the Arsenal squad is the best trash-talker?”

You glanced at the camera, then back at the BBC interviewer as you pondered the question. “Other than me? Maybe… maybe Caitlin.”

“Interesting,” he nodded thoughtfully. “And who would you say is the worst trash-talker?”

“Oh, easy. Leah Williamson.”

Kyra laughed as she walked past. “Oi, Lord Farquaad! Your kid just said you’re the worst trash-talker on the team!”

The England captain gasped indignantly, momentarily turning away from her media day activity set up nearby. “I’m great at trash-talking, what are you on about?”

You scoffed. “Oh, please. Your trash-talking skills are as bad as your bike riding skills.”

“OI!”

-

“Kyra,” you whispered, poking the Aussie that looked just as bored as you did at the seemingly unnecessary meeting. “Psst.”

She glanced over to make sure Jonas wasn’t paying attention, then looked over at you, lowering her voice. “Yeah?”

“When we get out of here… the sprinklers are on, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

The two of you went silent as Jonas glanced over, pretending to pay attention. “—have a better squad than them. If we go by the book, they will not be able to score…”

You smirked conspiratorially, voice even lower than before to avoid detection from some of your older teammates. “I’m gonna push Leah into them.”

Kyra grinned. “I’ll tell the admin.”

-

“Admin’s recording,” Kyra whispered to you as she jogged past, going to bug Steph. “Good luck.”

You grinned, waving to the camera discreetly before walking up to Leah. “Hi, cappy.”

She gave you a suspicious look, but kept walking. “What d’you want?”You shrugged as the two of you stepped onto the training pitch. “Just wanted to ask you what I should make for dinner.”

Leah raised her eyebrows, but nodded anyway. “Pasta’s always goo—OOF!”

“SURPRISE ATTACK!” You screeched, tackling her right into the nearest sprinkler’s line of fire.

“Get off me, you cheeky devil!” Leah protested, laughing. “I don’t wanna get wet! It’s cold out here!”

You snickered, wrestling her to the ground. “Womp womp!”

Nearby, Steph was shaking her head in amusement. “I swear, Y/N is like Leah’s Kyr—OI!”

Kyra gleefully shoved Steph into another sprinkler set up a few feet away, cackling like a witch. “SURPRISE ATTACK!”

“HEY!” Steph cried, chasing after her. “You’re such a pest! Get back here!”

You laughed at the two aussies, then gave Leah a rough noogie with one hand and the camera a thumbs up with the other. “Love you, cappy!”

Leah stuck out her tongue, giving you a slight push. “You and Kyra are so bad.”

“Not nearly as bad as your culinary taste.”

“OI!”

[deadghosy]

Slytherins boys during 4th of July with their American! Reader

Warning: of course this is modern era‼️😋

Ft. The riddles, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire

TOM RIDDLE

Your dark aesthetic of an English boyfriend is staying his ass inside 😭 he’s not coming out!!

He DOESNT fuck with them bugs or those loud fireworks…yes he moved to America for you. As much as he loves you. Hell no.

He’s in the shared room with you as he read a book, listening to crime documentary and podcasts. Or he’s just cuddling with you.

If you ever did drag him out to pop fireworks wit you, he may or may not pop them at his brother if mattheo comes to visit.

“Y/N!! GET YOUR MAN!!” Mattheo says running from Tom who had a evil grin on his face. Chasing after Mattheo with a sparkler.

you just stood there waving your sparkler around giggling.

at least he's having fun!

MATTHEO RIDDLE

Mattheo is popping fireworks like a god damn maniac…please control him…

Literally bought an illegal firework and lit it outside…PLEASE get your unhinged man or else people are gonna call the cops on him.

STOP CAUSE HE’S DEFINITELY THE TYPE TO THROW POPPERS AT THE NEIGHBORHOOD KIDS 😭😭

A MENCE TO THE STREETS AND YOU!! YOU ARE NOT SAFE!!

Chaotic just like his damn brother with that evil ass grin. He’s literally the king of being an asshole.

But if you don’t like fireworks, don’t worry…he’s got you bbg. He’s a softie for you anyways.

He’s literally probably buying noise canceling headphones so you can relax with him.

He’s a cutie patootie under all that gremlin energy he’s got 

DRACO MALFOY

This sassy ass man…this bbg dude..is probably staying his ass inside. I’m sorry, but he’s probably confused on why “American’s” celebrate such a day even if you educate him about it.

At least you grill him food and still love him.

That’s all it matters

BLAISE ZABINI

He’s already starting bullshit if you don’t like popping fireworks cause of how loud they are.

If you’re asleep, he’s literally like playing loud ass firework sounds or he is outside popping them loud ass works 😭😭

Honestly I do picture American! Reader just grilling while Blaise is getting ready to pop these babies.

But since I headcannon this Slytherin boy to be a romantic, he’s taking you to a firework show. He loves you like that.

Putting the blanket below you guys, cuddling you with that charming smile of his.

It’s just perfect!

Best 4th of July ever.

THEODORE NOTT

Get ready to wake to this man cooking at 4 am so you can eat.

He knows you love to eat you beautiful foodie, so he’s making you some food.

Watches the fireworks from inside and then goes out to pop his own

He’s a romantic as well, so he might just take you out for a firework show

He loves you like that.

And if you don’t like fireworks, don’t worry you two can just enjoy the fireworks inside

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

He’s the type of boyfriend to try and grill for you only to fail and need assistance. 😭😭

Literally though he will try again only to succeed with your help tactics and then he will be so proud!

Pops small fireworks with you. He doesn’t pop big ones as he did look into the holiday to see so much accidents with big fireworks.

“Enz, honey.. it’s okay…” you say holding up a pack of big fireworks. Lorenzo looked nervous as he took the fireworks from your hold. “Sorry love..but what if an explosion hits you?”

Please calm your man down before he packs it up makes you two just watch movies instead of popping fireworks.

End of the night and day, he loves the food a little bit.

[dumplingsjinson]

List of random dialogue prompts (pt. 2)

“If you felt want and longing the way I did — the way I still do — I promise you’d be driven fucking mad.”

“I wanted the thrill of the chase more than I wanted you.” 

“You really couldn’t have been any more obvious.” “That’s because I didn’t have anything to hide. I was being obvious, because I needed you to know, without a doubt, that I love you.” 

“This is literally the worst moment for me to be saying this but considering how we could die at any second, I need to get this off my chest before I become buried six feet under, without a chance to say any of this to you: I love you. I’ve loved you since we were kids. I’ve loved you every second of my life; from the moment when I knew what loving someone really meant.” 

“I kinda knew I lost all feelings for you when I realised I didn’t want to communicate with you about the problems that were happening between us. I became complaisant.” 

“Loving you is as easy as overthinking everything.” 

“It’s… easy with you. Nice. I don’t have to be someone else to impress you, because I know you love me for me.”

“There are parts of me I’d never thought I’d show to anyone else, but then… You came along, and for some reason, you made me want to be honest with you; bare my soul to you.”

“So what in the hell are we? I’m not doing this unless we’re on the same page.” 

“Please don’t tell me we’re nothing to you… That I mean nothing after everything’s that happened.”

“You’re my emotional support human, and I love you so, so much.”

“If you ever need me, I’ll be right here. Just as I’ve always been.” 

“I’d let you break my heart, if it means I’d get to have you for even a day.” 

“You make me feel like dancing in the pouring rain wouldn’t be such a bad thing.” 

“You’re astoundingly unhealthy for me, but do I care? No, because I wouldn’t have fallen if I cared, especially when I’m someone who’s usually so careful with whom I give my heart to.”

“…I didn’t drunk call you. It wasn’t a drunk call. I called you, perfectly sober.” 

“You’re someone I want to tell things to.”

“What’s more important to me is that I’m your last love.” 

“This… This hurts me more than it hurts you.”

“Falling in love wasn’t on the agenda.” “Do you mean falling in love with me out of all people wasn’t on the agenda?”

“I don’t know, I guess I’m kind of in love?”

“…I want all of you. On top, under, whatever — I don’t care, I just want you.”

“Maybe I can help you forget about them.”

“It’s easier to pretend I’m still in love with them, than leave them in that state.” “You know you basically lying to them about your feelings is gonna hurt them more in the long run, right?” 

“Why does it have to be them? Why can’t it be me?”

“I’ll give you two seconds to take that back.” 

“You gotta work for it, love.” 

“We can pretend that didn’t happen.” “I’m sorry, but I’m not as good of an actor as you are.”

“I don’t know how to… I’ve never done this before.” “Then follow my lead, okay?”

“I’m someone who falls in love easily, but I’m also someone who can’t get over someone as easily.”

“I want to make this work, because I don’t— I don’t want to— I can’t lose you.” 

“You make me want to be a better version of myself.”

“I don’t wanna mess this up with you.” “You won’t. I promise, you won’t, so just… Do whatever. I trust you.”  

“Why are you smiling at your phone?” “…I was looking at the mail app, and uh… Received some good news?”

“Because love isn’t linear. You know that, right?”

“I’m not doing this for you — I’m doing this for myself.” 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be that person for you.”

“I’m here to stay. At least until you want me gone, which I hope is never.” 

“Chasing you is like chasing the rainbow… It’s impossible. You’re always slipping away no matter how fast I run after you.”

“Don’t give me that it’s not you, it’s me bullcrap. It’s us both. We’re both at fault for this relationship breakdown.” 

“God, I just like you so, so much.” 

“I think I need to get over you for me to feel better again.” 

“You and your stupid smile… Stop that.” 

“I just need you in me somehow, please—”

“I really hope you realised they were flirting with you.” “…They were?”

“I’ve caught feelings for you, and I know you don’t like me back that way so I just… Wanted to tell you, before I decide to let you go.”

“I’ll be here to pick up the broken pieces if that’s what you want me to do, but I’ll leave if you’re not ready for that… For something more with me.” 

“I love you, but I… I don’t think I see a future with you.” 

“Give me a week. A week, and I’ll be back to normal. A week, and I’ll… I’ll be over you. Just a week and you’ll have the old me back. It’s that easy, I promise.”

“I kinda wanna give myself a concussion so I can forget about you and not think about you twenty-four-seven.” 

(pt. 1) | (pt. 3)

[cranberryjuice-posts]

A BRAINROT THAT I CANT LET GO OF!!

VAMPIRE!DAUGHTER OF HADES!READER X CLARISSE

Like Clarisse finds out cus reader was like feeding off a animal or smth and offers reader to feed on her instead if reader uses her superspeed to like win capture the flag or something!

Maybe a camper sees a old scarred bite mark on Clarisse and asks about it but Clarisse quickly makes a excuse 👀 (they eventually date ofc)

- Apex predator -

Pairings - Clarisse La rue x Fem! Vampire! Daughter of hades! Reader

An - this is pretty short and rushed I’m sry I had a comp today and I just wanted to get sum out🙁🙁🙏

“Y/n!” Clarisse yelled running around the forest.

You heard her. Only problem you were to busy to answer. Clarisse continued to move about the forest trying to find you.

After a few minutes the stronger girl noticed you crouched down with your back facing her. “Shit.. there you are” the girl panted. You didn’t respond only keeping yourself hidden from her. “Hello? Babe what are yo-“ clarisse stopped once she saw blood pooling around you.

Cautiously clarisse set her spear down against a tree before slowly stepping to you.

You were frozen not knowing what to do, if clarisse saw what you were doing she would hate you and if you ran she would be suspicious. In anxious thoughts you hadn’t realized clarisse turned you around.

Once the She had saw you with a dead rabbit in hands and blood dripping from your mouth she looked down at you with horror. Taking a step back clarisse grabbed her spear storming off.

You threw the dead rabbit aside quickly getting up and chasing after the girl. “Wait wait please let me explain” desperately you tried to catch up to clarisse who was now walking away.

“Explain what!” She turned around looking You up and down “explain why you were eating a dead rabbit raw?! Yeah I would love to hear about how my girlfriend is a psycho”

“Clarisse please” You begged grabbing her arms. “I know this is weird but I can explain I just need you to trust me” looking in her eyes you watched as clarisse started to calm down. “Fine” she bitterly spoke. “Explain”

You let out a slow breath before speaking “being the daughter of hades im a forbidden kid.. I had been killed a long time ago and in an attempt to save me my dad made a deal with thanatos to bring me back but even that costed something, my humanity. In Order to keep living and aging like a normal person I have to drink blood”

Clarisse looked like she didn’t belive You but at the same time she knew the gods did unbelievable things. “So what your a vampire now or something” she scoffed, nodding your head you looked down embarrassed by it all. “I’m sorry.. I know I should of told you but it’s just… fuck” you sighed

After a few moments clarisse grabbed your face, confused you followed the girls lead allowing you to turn your face in different directions. Eventually she pried your mouth open taking a look at your sharp K-9’s.

Clarisse sighed pulling You Close by your waist into a hug. “You should of told me” she kissed your forehead. “We’re having a talk about this later ok, a serious sit down talk got it” she pulled back holding your face. You nodded once again placing your hand over hers. “Good, now I need you to come with me to do something to get the flag”

———

“And That’s Everything” You sighed, sitting on your girlfriends lap as you both were in clarisses bed. Clarisse nodded rubbing soft circles on your hips. “Have you ever tried to feed off a person?” She asked looking up at you.

You shrugged your shoulders “once I mean human blood holds me over much longer than rabbit or animal but I don’t know anyone who willingly would let me do that”

Shifting around some clarisse pulled her camp shirt collar down tapping her neck. You looked confused earning you an annoyed scoff from clarisse “do you need an invitation just do what ever it is you do”

“Are You Sure? It’s gonna leave a mark I don’t know”

“I don’t care about a damn mark”

Debating it for a second you sighed leaning forward. Sinking your teeth into clarisses neck you punctured the girls skin. Immediately sucking on her neck you reveled in the warmness of the girls blood.

After a few moments You pulled pack panting. Looking at clarisse you started to laugh as the tough girl covered her face from how flustered she was.

“You liked that?”

“Fuck off”

You leaned in giving her a teasing peck on the lips, laughing as the girl jokingly complained.

——

Random camper - Jesus clarisse what happened to your neck

Clarisse - Thats none of your damn business

[mediumgayitalian]

“Death Breath! Hey! Wait up!”

Nico bolts. He makes it about ten feet away from his cabin door before Will and his stupid long legs catch up with him, throwing an arm over his shoulder and then immediately tripping over his own foot and sending them both sprawling.

“I hate you,” Nico groans, curling up on the grass.

It’s too early for any of this. He was just trying to get back at Cecil for covering everything he owned in aluminum foil last week — and then he was going to go right the hell back to bed.

He knew he should have fucking shadow travelled.

“Aw, c’mon. You love me.”

Nico pretends to gag. The only thing he gets is Will’s crossed arms and raised eyebrow, so he doubles down and really starts to retch. Whatever. It’s eight thirty in the morning. He fell asleep at five. Rational thinking is a distant, distant memory.

“Whenever you’re done.”

“I will be sick at the thought for the next eight weeks,” Nico informs him. For dramatic effect, he looks up at Will’s face — which he cant even see, since the sun’s in his eyes — and shudders.

“You know, you have a genuine, beautiful talent for the dramatic arts, the likes of which I have never seen. Are you sure you’re not secretly an Apollo kid?”

I better not be, ‘cause then all the staring I do at your calves would be real weird, he thinks to himself, then considers whether he can convince Kayla to give him a lobotomy. He thinks she might like the opportunity.

“Piss off,” he says instead of that, artfully schooling his face into the aristocratic mask he’s perfected from his father, squaring his shoulders and looking at Will like he’s a pebble lodged in the flesh of his heel.

Will rolls his eyes. “Get up, Sharpay Evans. You’re gonna stain your shirt worse than you already have.”

Nico sniffs haughtily. “My shirt is perfectly fine, thank you very much. I order them in black for a reason.”

He notices a giant grass stain on the side when he stands. He ignores it. Will does not.

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re the Goth King.”

“Ghost King.”

“Right, right. That helps your case.”

Nico shoves him, fighting back a grin. “Whatever, Solace. What are you bothering me for?”

“Oh, yeah!”

Nico is a deeply cheesy person. Down to the core of him, past all the sarcasm and prickliness and trauma, or whatever, he’s made of fucking mozzarella, because what business does he have comparing Will’s eyes to the morning winter sky? Huh? That’s embarrassing. It isn’t even original. If Nico caught anyone saying shit like that out loud in real life, he’s collapse into the shadows from embarrassment. He needs electroshock therapy.

“I was thinking —”

“Rare,” Nico quips, just to watch Will’s eyebrow twitch. It does. Nico smiles.

“I was thinking,” he repeats, mocking glare in Nico’s direction, “that you and me go to the city this afternoon.”

“You chased me across camp for that?”

“Oh, please, Zombie Face. I chased you maybe twenty yards.”

“I think all that time sniffing rubbing alcohol has deteriorated your brain.”

“I think I’m going to shove you in the lake.”

“Feel free to try. You will not wake up the next morning.”

“Nah.” Will shoots him a smug smile. Nico trips over air. “I can be as annoying as I want and you still won’t kill me. I have impunity.”

Nico rolls his eyes, refusing to dignify that with an answer. The less he acknowledges his own shame, the more likely it will go away on its own. Probably.

“Anyways. Guess what Cecil told me today.”

“His last will and testament?” Nico guesses, suddenly remembering his reason for being up this early.

“No, no, not that.” Will pauses. “Well, I mean, he did. I passed it on to Chiron. He has requested that when you maul him, you avoid his face, because he wants to be a sexy corpse and he can’t do that if you destroy his prettiest features.”

“Noted. Please inform him I will come for him within a window of the next fifteen hours.”

Theres a very particular face Will makes when he finds something genuinely funny. A smile a little more crooked than his regular one, teeth working at his bottom lip to hold it back, left dimple appearing in his cheek. It makes Nico want to do stupid things like press his thumb into said divot. He instead shoves his hands deeply into his pockets.

“I’ll let him know.” He clears his throat. “Anyways. You know what day it is today?”

Nico squints. “Tues…day? No, Wednesday.” He glances at Will. It’s been maybe….three days since their weekly sleepover? No, fuck, four. He thinks. “Thursday. Final answer.”

“Monday,” Will corrects, “and, gods, you need to sleep more. And a calendar. But no, that’s not my point.”

“Feel free to get to it.”

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” Will finally explains. He tries for exasperated, but it doesn’t work — he’s clearly excited, bouncing on the balls of his feet and waving his hands. “And The Five Seasons is doing half off for couples, so you and I need to go!”

He waves his hands, as if tying off some grand reveal. His (blue blue blue blue) eyes are squeezed nearly shut by the force of his beam, which lessons slightly with every second Nico does not respond.

“William,” he says finally. He opens his mouth, then closes it again. “William.”

Will pouts. “What?”

“Explain how this is relevant to me, William.”

“Aw, c’mon, Nico! Don’t be difficult!”

“William,” stresses Nico again. “We are not a couple. Did you hit your head again?”

“Well, duh, Neeks, it’s about the scam!” He flaps his hand in a way Nico assumes is meant to convey something. “We’re gonna — eat! Cheap! By pretending to be a couple!” Now both hands are flopping, paired with wide, imploring eyes. “Obviously!”

“Obviously,” Nico repeats, slowly. He instructs one half of his brain to keep its focus on not melting into a puddle of blushing embarrassed goo, and the other to exercise restraint and not strangle the boy in front of him. A headache begins to press behind his eyes. “Will, what the shit.”

“You of all people!” Will throws his hands up. “You love scamming people! You hate corporate holidays! You frequently throw pebbles at people who look, and I quote, too obnoxiously happy! You’re the best hater I know! You should be on board!”

He makes a compelling point. Not that Nico is going to make that easy for him.

“You seem very invested in this,” Nico points out. He manages to keep his voice tastefully judgmental, which he’s very proud of.

“Of course I am! I want cheap Five Seasons food, godsdammit!” He pauses, switching tactics. “Nico,” he says softly. He puts a gently hand on Nico’s forearm, making him freeze. He is suddenly very, very close, and wow, did his hair always frame his face in gentle waves? Has that always been a thing? “I really, really want to scam a restaurant with you.” He smiles, small and crooked and gods, Will doesn’t look dangerous very often, but holy Hades when he does — “Will you make my Valentines, and scam a restaurant with me?”

His fingers begin to trace little circles in the inside of Nico’s wrist.

“Yes,” he squeaks, voice cracking.

“Yes!” Will cheers, pulling his fist. “Yes, hell yes, Nico! We are going to scam the shit out of this restaurant! Half off for couples? How about half off for heathens! Free money, baby! Fuck yeah!”

He turns back towards Nico, smile still wide and radiant, blinking eyes pools of sparkling excitement. Nico’s knees go a little weak. “I’ll come get you at 2! Thank you, Neeks!”

He runs off back to his cabin, only tripping twice. Nico watches him go, feeling a little like he’s tripping, too, with all the swooping his stomach is doing.

“Dude,” he mumbles to himself, shaking his head. “Be normal. Christo.”

It takes him ten straight minutes to get back to his cabin, even though he’s standing at the porch.

———

The obsidian handle of the Hades’ cabin door rattles.

“Neeks!” calls a voice behind the door, “you ready to go?”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” Nico scrambles over to the mirror and stares at himself. He turns a little to the left. He scowls. “Shit!” Tugging the shirt off, he turns back to his closet, tossing the piece of clothing to join the rest of its brethren on the floor. “Shitfuck. Fuckshit. Shit.”

“Nico!”

“Coming!”

Tapping his foot rapidly, he looks harder, as if that will magically make the right shirt pop into existence, perfectly pressed, on a hanger. “Shit.”

“What could possibly be taking so long? You’ve had two hours!”

“I care about my appearance, Mr Flip Flops and Scrubs!”

“Bleh bleh! Hurry up!”

Nico bites his lip. It shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t, really. Five Seasons is not actually a fancy restaurant. He and Will just like to joke that it is, because it has tablecloths. They’ve gone there dozens of times before; they stop every time they’re in the city for supply runs or visits to Olympus or to harass their summer-only friends at school. There is literally no reason for Nico to be stressing about what stupid shirt he should wear. Gods know Will is wearing cargo shorts.

“Nico!”

“I’m coming!“

Scowling, he digs through the pile of discarded clothes until he finds the first shirt he’d put on — a dark green button up that was given to him, along with a bunch of other fancy clothes he never wears, by the Aphrodite cabin. He hastily shoves their buttons through their holes, cursing when he mixes them up and has to start over, and sprints over to the mirror to inspect himself.

The shirt looks good. It’s a little tight on the arms, which he suspects was on purpose, and the colour compliments his skin nicely. The buttons are a dark, shiny brown that match his eyes. They pair nice with his simple jeans and black vans, casual enough that he doesn’t look like he’s going to Prom, or anything stupid like that, but dressy enough that it looks like he put effort in. He runs his fingers through his hair, trying to make the staticky strands sit right, but gives up pretty quickly. It’s okay if one thing is a little messy, right?

“Finally,” huffs Will as the door swings open. He glances Nico up and down, then grins. “You look great.”

Nico was right. He is indeed wearing cargo shorts, although to his credit they are his one pair without various Head Medic stains. His sweater, too, is a pretty blue, V-necked, long-sleeved, and a completely different style than his shorts. It clashes horribly. His shoes are, for some reason, bright solid pink. Nico suspects Hecate magic. His hair is braided in two French braids, his favourite way to wear it. Nico believes he is also wearing a touch of sparkly eyeshadow.

“You look dorky.”

Will grins wider. “Thank you! I wouldn’t let anyone help me choose something.”

“You should have.”

“I wanted it to be authentic, Nico. Also, got something for you.” From behind his back, he pulls out a handful of daisies, black dirt clinging to their roots, like he plucked them straight from the ground. Nico is inexplicably endeared by the image, and prays the smile on his face is less soft than he knows it is.

“You got me flowers?”

“Well, duh, Avril Lavigne. We gotta sell the scam.”

Nico brings them close to his face and inhales deeply. They smell fresh and earthy and sweet.

“That’s a stupid reason to bring someone flowers.”

“Give them back, then.”

“No. Fuck off. They’re mine.”

Will’s eyes twinkle. “Okay.” He holds out his arm. “Ready to go?”

The jump is close enough that Nico can convince him to shadow travel, and not just because he sadistically looks forward to the shade of green Will’s face will get after. As dangerous as he knows it can be, he misses it, sometimes. There’s something comforting about it, something soothing and familiar. Shadow travelling to the restaurant eases any lingering nerves.

“If you’re gonna throw up, do it somewhere I can’t hear you,” he says as they materialize in an alley.

Will’s cheeks puff out. “I’m gonna do it on your fuckin’ shoes.”

“I will leave your ass here, Solace, I swear to the gods.” Despite his grumbling, he rests a cool hand on the back of Will’s neck until he’s recovered. “Good?”

“Yeah.” He straightens, dusting off his sweater. “Let’s go.”

Nico follows him down the alley and onto the street, elbowing past the crowd of pedestrians until they approach the familiar glass doors. He rolls his eyes fondly every time Will apologizes to someone.

“You need to be meaner.”

Will sticks his tongue out and tries to trip him. Unfortunately, he only manages to throw himself off balance, nearly crashing to the floor of Nico hadn’t caught him.

“Good gods, Solace.”

“That was your fault!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The doors of the restaurant are absolutely plastered in cheesy red hearts and bows and cartoon kisses. And, as promised, a giant sign promising couples a fifty percent discount on their meals.

“My love,” says Will dramatically, holding out a hand, “shall we?”

Nico sighs, resting his hand delicately in Will’s. It sparks with electricity, like it always does. “I suppose.”

“Party pooper.”

“I’m not hearing oh, Nico, thank you so much for doing this incredibly stupid thing with me, you are my dearest friend and I owe you one. Or three, for some reason.”

Will’s mouth twitches. “Oh, Nico, thank you so much for —”

Nico shoves him, laughing. “Shut up.”

They’re seated pretty quickly, server smiling when they take notice of their clasped hands. Will orders chicken tenders, like he does every single time without fail, and water. Nico orders from the adult menu and absolutely does not make any kind of show about it.

“There is nothing babyish about chicken tendies.”

“Oh, of course not.”

“Is this about you having a credit card? That does not make you more adult than me. It makes you a nepo baby.”

“Mhm. Sure thing.”

“Nobody likes a nepo baby, Nico.”

“Look, I think your drink comes with a complimentary sippy cup.”

Teasing and joking with Will is so easy that Nico forgets the core of their mission. The pink garlands hanging from the ceiling fade into the background — he’s too busy crying with laughter when Will nearly chokes to death on a french fry, too busy flicking a forkful of food at his shoulder just to make him shriek, too busy kicking his shin under the table. He catches Nico’s foot between his the fourth time he tries it, keeping it trapped for the rest of the meal. Nico finds he doesn’t mind.

“And your bill,” says their server when they’re done, setting down a slip of paper. “Forgive me if I’m being presumptuous, but do you two qualify for today’s discount?”

Will smirks widely. “We do,” he says, with no small amount of pleasure. He shoots Nico the least subtle wink of all time. Nico rolls his eyes, cheeks going a little pink.

“Great! You guys have a wonderful Valentine’s day.”

“You, too.”

The server hurries away, turning to their other tables. Will’s smile is wide and smug.

“I knew it would work.”

“Duh. Easiest scam in the world, Solace.”

He sticks his tongue out. “And thus the best payout. You’re welcome.”

“Blah, blah. Gimme the bill.”

“Um, no way, di Angelo. I’m paying.”

He opens his wallet before Nico can stop him, mouthing as he counts the bills.

“What? No! I’m paying.”

“Are not.”

“Am too!”

“Are not.” He sets down a couple twenties. Nico snatches them right back up. “You we’re just complaining about my credit card!”

“Exactly. Thus my need to continue to pretend you don’t have one, so we can continue our friendship.”

“Solace, I swear to the gods.”

“di Angelo, I swear to the gods.”

Nico stares him down. Will stares back. He doesn’t even try to hide his lazy grin, his laughing eyes.

“You’re not paying for this by yourself,” Nico says firmly. “You don’t have a job. My father invented being rich.”

“Sure, but I made you come with me.”

“Ugh!” Nico throws his hands up, imagining how satisfying it would be to wrap his hands around that long neck (followed by his teeth and his tongue and his —). “Why are you impossible? I would’ve gone with you no matter what, stupid!”

As soon as he says it he wants to stick his head in wet cement. For a brief second, something like surprise flits across Will’s face, before he schools it back into his teasing smirk.

“Well, obviously, Death Breath. I’m excellent company.”

“You’re literally the most annoying person I know.”

“And yet here you are, hanging out with me, of your own volition.”

“…I’m paying next time.”

Will grins. “Whatever you say.”

They walk around the city for a while before heading back to camp. Will says it’s because he needs the air, Nico knows it’s because he wants him to rest a little longer before trying to shadow travel again. He tries not to let himself get all melty inside.

(Nobody willingly hangs out around the city for the ‘air’. He’s a shit liar. Nico should be offended.)

It’s nearing curfew by the time they melt back out from behind Thalia’s tree, extra shadows of early evening making the trip easier.

“Those fries are going to make a reappearance,” Will grimaces.

“Not if you don’t want me to kick you in the face.”

“You’d never.”

He would indeed never. But he would rather pass away than admit it, so.

“C’mon, dot face. It’s getting late. You have a cabin to run.”

“Oh, Nico,” Will says in a breathy falsetto, “are you walkin’ me to my cabin? How chivalrous!”

“Nevermind.”

“No no no no no I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Nico allows himself to be tugged, weak to Will’s giggles. “Walk me to my cabin. C’mon.”

Sighing, as if he’s so put out, Nico does. Some point in between Thalia’s tree and the amphitheater, Will’s hand slides down from around his wrist to tangled in between his fingers. Coincidentally, his mouth goes dry.

As they approach the Apollo cabin, Will slows to a stop.

“Hey.” He squeezes their fingers together, smile soft in the dying light of dawn. “I had fun today. Thank you for coming with me.”

Nico swallows. One day, those words will be said in a different context, if everything goes well for Nico, and he’s not sure how the hell he’s going to handle it without bursting into flame. “Yeah, well. Anything to scam a restaurant.”

“Right.”

They walk the last few steps to the cabin, rickety porch steps creaking under their feet as they approach the open door. Will doesn’t let go.

“Hey, Nico.”

“…Yeah?”

Quick as a flash, Will leans in and presses the softest of kisses to his mouth. The noise Nico makes is practically punched out of his lungs, spine going rigid in surprise.

“You can pay for our next date, okay?”

He’s gone before Nico can respond, ducking into his cabin with a small smile and closing the door behind him. Nico stands there, like an idiot, for three solid minutes at the very least, distantly aware of the giggles coming through the open window.

His hand comes up, fingers brushing his bottom lip.

“The little fucker set me up.”

Valentine’s day scam. Please. The only scam today was the scam of Will’s sneaky asking.

Nico smiles.

“You’re a mess, Solace!” he shouts, knowing damn well Will is listening.

He’s right. “Goodnight, Nico!”

Shaking his head, Nico runs back to his cabin, entire body tingling and cheeks aching with his grin.

[emmyrosee]

this is an actual thing that happened to me and my poor friend like, an hour ago lmao

——

It’s been raining for three weeks straight.

On the list of things that make Katsuki angry, rain is high, high up on that list, above most people and most things. Rain feels useless to Katsuki, does nothing but make things wet and gross, and he’ll never forgive the rain for drowning his plants as a kid.

Rain makes him a certain degree of agitated.

You, on the other hand?

“Baby, look! It’s raining!” You beam.

You like it. Freak.

The forecast had no called for rain, nor had his phone given any warnings, but as he paid the bill for lunch, seemingly as soon as the waiter took his card, the rain poured to godlike fury.

Phenomenal.

There’s nothing he loves more on his one Saturday off a month than sprinting through monsoon season in worn down sneakers and your feet padding behind him. There’s nothing he finds more euphoria in than opening the passenger side door for you and feeling the squish of a puddle in his shoe.

And he absolutely, completely, totally understands how on the gods’ decaying, rotten earth, why you enjoy this so much.

At this point, all Katsuki wanted to do was go home, curl up in a ball with you close by and nap all the frustration and cold rain away for the next few hours-

“LOOK OUT!” You scream, and instantly, Katsuki slams on his brakes, nearly flinging you both out the window. His face paled in panic before coming back in a complete anger.

“What the fuck was that!”

“Look!” You whimper, pointing out past the windshield with a worried pout. He squints as best as he can past the pouring rain, to no avail. You groan next to him and quickly leap out of the car to chase whatever you seem to see, making him snarl a firm ‘GET BACK HERE,’ through his teeth. You put your hands on your knees as you look down at the pavement, and he looks around for a oncoming car that you seem to ignore remembering that you’re in the middle of the goddamned road.

“Are you fucking insane?!” He snaps, opening his own car door and getting out to chase you. “You’re going to get sick, and I’m not going to take care of you.”

You pout up at him before fixing your gaze back down at the road, “you were gonna hit him.”

“Hit who?”

“The turtle,” you whine, fixing the hood of Katsuki’s sweater on your head to keep the rain off your face. With a furrowed brow, Katsuki does finally look down to see a small turtle settled in the road, blinking its slimy eyes softly as if half exasperated as Katsuki is.

He sighs in exhaustion, “you made me get out of my car, in the pouring rain, bordering fucking hail, to look at a snapping turtle?” His hands smack his face and scrub it in frustration, “this can’t be my life. There no way.”

“Can we save him?” You ask quietly, clearly very upset by the idea of this little creature being squashed.

“How do you- what- NO!” He snaps, mercilessly. You whimper softly before falling to your knees, water squishing under the bones. He’s got to admit, you do look very sad, but it’s 45 degrees outside and holy crap he’s gonna freeze out here and it’s your fault.

He hears you sigh from under his hoodie, and you reach out to touch the small turtle, only retracting your hand when it lurches out to snap at you.

“See? Why do you want to save this little shit?”

You scoff, “he’s just scared, it’s not his fault.”

“Yeah, snap at you again and I’ll give him something to be scared about.”

This, you give him a small laugh at, and he does sobsr up slightly. Your head turns up to look at him, rain hitting your face and lip still in a small pout. “Please, help me save him, Katsuki?”

Fucking god.

He growls softly, “how do you want me to save him? He’s a snapping turtle, can’t just lift his ass up.” You gnaw softly at your lip before looking back at the small turtle now receding into its shell in fright.

Then, you brighten, “just go home and get a shovel!”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not fucking going home, digging a shovel out of the garage, coming back and moving a turtle six feet to the other side of the road. You’re insane- he’ll be fucking fine, babe, let’s just go home.”

“I don’t want to leave him,” you say softly. “I’ll stay here, and if he moves, I’ll call you and walk home-“

“Are you fucking high? I’m not leaving you here, dumbass.”

Looking back up at him, you give him a cocky shrug, “guess you’re picking up the turtle with your hands.”

He could throttle you. Right here, in the middle of the road, right now.

With his patience running thin, and clothes soaked and heavy, he snarls softly before stomping back to the car, whipping out a small blanket he usually keeps for you when you fall asleep. He wraps it in his hands before stepping back over to you and the turtle, scooping the small reptile in his hands and grumbling as he walks it over to the sidewalk, placing blanket and all on the concrete. The turtle squirms and writhes, but once it’s placed on the sidewalk, it quickly scuttles into the mud and grass and far from the road. In the background, you’re cheering and clapping your wet hands, and he’s choosing to ignore you.

He grits his teeth and turns to you, “car. Now.”

“What about the blanket-“

“Car. Now.”

You’re still smiling as you round back to the passenger side of the car, and he hates knowing that you know he’s not completely mad, more talk than anything else.

Little rat.

He get into the driver side of the car and blasts the heat in a meek attempt to get warm, his temples pounding and heart more than ready to just get the hell home.

But his thoughts come to a halt when your arms toss around his shoulders over the center console and kiss all along his neck and cheek and temple.

“My hero,” you coo, pecking softly. “Saving everyone and everything for me. You’re the best ever. My handsome and brave hero.”

“Sit down,” he grumbles, trying to fight the warmth in his face. You ignore him, continuing to hum out praises and loving words as he drives you both home, knowing full well that you both know he’s weak to your pleas and requests and it’s going to be far from the last time he does something like this for you.

Freak.

[livwritesstuff]

boston pride is today so here have an edited repost from when i walked in the parade last year

Steve is getting boring in his old age (forty-four, almost).

It was inevitable, he supposes when he looks back, and he likes being boring. 

He likes the steady routine of the life he and Eddie (married for seven years, now) have built with their three daughters (four, seven, and nearly ten, a notion Steve is choosing to ignore because there’s no goddamn way Moe nearly has an entire decade under her belt already), and he doesn’t find himself making attempts to mix things up all that often.

Naturally, Eddie is the one to suggest they make the trip into Boston with their daughters for the annual Pride parade, and when he does, Steve isn’t automatically inclined to agree.

Look – Steve knows it’s important for kids to see the world and do new things and all that enriching shit, but maybe he still bears some of the scars from keeping a semi-feral pack of teenagers alive amidst the eldritch hellscape of their hometown, and it’s not like they don’t keep themselves entertained at home – Hazel had finally got the gist of Go-Fish not too long ago and that’s been a whole new ballgame Steve is perfectly content to continue exploring.

In the end, however, the logical side of him (and Eddie’s ever-persistent badgering) wins out, and come mid-June of 2011, they all make the drive into Boston to see the parade.

It doesn’t take Steve long at all to acknowledge that it was a good idea. He hadn’t been to Pride in many years (again – he’s boring in his old age), and he’d forgotten how much fun it is – a true celebration of love and happiness in the face of a lot of fucked up shit and all that. The parade’s pretty good too (definitely a few floats he hopes the girls are too distracted chasing after candy to notice and ask questions about later, but only time will tell), and so is the festival afterwards. It ends up being a really great time for all of them.

Of the whole day, though, Steve’s favorite part is the trip home, a drive that should have only been thirty minutes, but turns into nearly two hours with all the traffic on I-90.

The girls are still riding the sugar rush of an afternoon’s worth of lemonade and fried dough and candy thrown from parade floats (Hazel might be succumbing though, if Steve’s quick glances in the rear-view mirror at the way her eyes are drooping closed are anything to go off of), and it seems as if the day’s contagious joy had followed them into the car. Robbie and Moe have been asking a lot of questions – mostly chatter about what floats were everyone’s favorites and who got the best face paint until Moe, perceptive as she’s always been, hits them with, “What’s Pride for?”

Which turns into, “Why do people think it’s a bad thing?” and that becomes, “So how did you and Papa fall in love?” at which point Eddie, who’d been fielding their daughters' questions so Steve could keep his focus on the stop-and-go highway traffic, launches into a dramatic and involved retelling of how their relationship had begun nearly eighteen years ago.

“So I told him that I liked him and what do you think Papa said?” Eddie eventually asks as he approaches the end of the story.

“What?” the girls ask with eager smiles and wide eyes.

“Nothing,” Eddie says ruthlessly, a wicked grin on his face.

“Alright,” Steve cuts in over the laughter coming from the backseat, “Let’s not be dramatic. I said something...eventually, and it wasn’t even that long later – four hours tops.”

“That’s right,” Eddie concedes, “And then we all lived happily ever after and all that jazz.”

“Good,” Robbie says, “’Cos if you hadn’t, today wouldn’t happen.”

“Hate to break it to you, sweet pea,” Steve replies, “but I’m pretty sure Pride would still happen even if Dad and I weren’t there for it.”

“We wouldn’t be here," Moe corrects him, "All together.”

Steve blinks.

Jesus Christ, these kids are gonna be the death of him. Can’t drive the damn car if his eyes are misting over, can he?

“Yeah,” Eddie says as he reaches over to curve his hand around the back of Steve’s neck, “Yeah, bug, that’s true.”

And thanks goodness for that.

[bubblergoespop]

My Top Aaron Quotes

men who are just constantly tired of everything>>>>>

“Well buckle up, wiz kid.”

“So yeah, I am gonna miss you. I’m really gonna miss you.”

“Sue me. Except don’t. My brain is already fried from the financials, I don’t need to throw legalese on top of that.”

“Fuck it. There’s nothing in here I can’t replace. I want you."

“Oliver”

“I didn’t say I wanted to spend the day with you, I asked if you wanted to spend the day with me. I asked first.”

"Ell"

“Hey, stop it. Because you know how much I like you running your fingers through my hair. Makes my brain go all fuzzy.”

“I appreciate it. And you.”

“Oh, it’s not playing dirty. It’s just me making you feel good.”

“I didn’t realise I was apparently dating an anthropomorphic backpack.”

“H-hey—stop it. You—no, your kisses are just… it tickled. Shut up. So what if my sides are ticklish, it’s not like that’s weird, you shit.”

“Oh, and now you can’t even find the strength to lift your head out of my lap, hmm? You poor thing. Who knew that being lazy could be so exhausting?”

“I love you very much. Now get off me.”

“You talked a big talk back then. But it turns out you’re just a cuddle-hungry softy after all, huh? Yes you are. At least when you’re still sleepy, anyway.”

“I also know you’re probably the kind to fly off half-cocked and make me chase you down with the SPF 50 like a madman. If for no other reason than to infuriate me.”

“Come here. Come closer. Because I said so.”

“I love you. And I love rain. And I love being with the person I love while it rains. Isn’t that a fun little combo?”

“You are very cute looking up at me like that.”

“Or is the thought of a few more minutes in my arms that much of an imposition? Asshole. Mmm. I love you too.”

“I can’t even try to say a nice thing without you having to get some snark into it, can I? No, I wouldn’t have it any other way. You brat. I love you just as you are.”

“You make me better. And that’s no small order when you’re talking about me, given the high level I already started at.”

“A man’s gotta eat. And you’ve always been my favorite thing on the menu.”

“Oh yes, you’re so put upon. Your evil boyfriend only makes you a whole breakfast spread, he won’t then also let you sleep in even later than you already have.”

“Eli”

“Yes, in a shocking twist, I do find your absence unpleasant. Perish the thought, right?”

“Time spent with the people I care about is important to me. It doesn’t have to be time doing anything special, it doesn’t have to be conversations about our future or some greater purpose or any of that shit, I just want to be with the person that I’m with.”

“Sure, there are plenty of ways to sleep on a couch just fine. It’s your hybrid approach that lands somewhere between gymnast and pretzel that tends to get you in trouble.”

“You’re okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

“If it feels like it's coming on again, come tell us, okay?”

“I only met them a handful of times. They're sweet. They laugh a lot. They spent most of the time giving Elliott shit, it was funny. Not in like a mean way, like the way you do when you love somebody that much. They were a good balance for one another.”

“God I sound old. And I feel old. And I’m not, but it feels like it. A grumpy old man. Might as well start yelling at kids to not play so loud in the neighborhood, really complete the image.”

“Stop calling me an old man, only I’m allowed to call me old. Don’t be mean. I’m in a vulnerable state. I need baseless praise.”

“Yes. Holding you feels very productive.”

“Yeah. Let me just rub it on that pretty face for a little bit…”

“ It’d be fine. Almost as fine as you. I’m tired, I’m allowed to be stupid.”

“El, I have never hated you. You’re my little brother, I love you.”

“No the windows are mirrored glass. You should know that, you worked here.”

“Whose is it? Louder”

“Thank you baby. Yeah, thank you for trusting me like you do. […] All I wanna do is prove myself worthy of that trust.”

[peachie-bumblebee]

MIGUEL O’HARA NSFW ALPHABET

MINORS DNI

HELLOOOO

CW: GENERAL ADULT CONTENT. MENTIONS OF BDSM AND PAIN, UNDERWEAR THIEF

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

It really depends on whether or not you’re in a relationship. If he’s in love with you, then he’s gonna scoop you up and clean you off- maybe even take a bath with you if he’s letting himself be intimate like he used to be. He’ll praise you softly as you go to sleep, sure to forget his words by morning. If he’s not in love with you, then it’s less charming. Miguel WILL leave.

B = Body part (favorite of partners, favorite of theirs):

The curve of their neck and throat. He can’t help himself. Hipbones. He isn’t that egotistical when it comes to his own looks, but he knows his back looks good. Don’t press him on his ass though. He knows he has a great ass, but you’ll never hear him say that.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

Like i’ve said- he gets embarrassingly leaky if he’s being dominated. He’ll even cum untouched if you really try.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

…Panty thief if he’s in love. He’ll tuck your underwear away after he tugs them down and touches himself with them pressed against his face. Literally if anyone ever brought it up he’d disintegrate on the spot and possibly start chasing them on all fours. (He’s a little touchy, if you haven’t noticed.)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

He had a kid. And if you’re gonna say “oh, that was another universe-” you can, but you cannot convince me that there is a universe where Miguel doesn’t fuck. He fucks. He knows just where to put his hands during doggy.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

He likes to have a grip on those hipbones, if he can. He’s gonna physically overpower 99% of people, so it’s gonna involve folding his partner in half and manhandling them most every time. He also loves to be on his knees with his hands behind his back, but that might be a little harder.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

He’s not a joker. Maybe, MAYBE, if he was married, he might make a small joke every once in a while. But I cannot picture him having silly sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

He’s naked under that suit, and I can’t imagine that would feel great on his body if there was too much hair. I’m not fully sure how any spider-person gets their hair on under the mask, but I DO know that he has the prettiest happy trail known to man. It’s not too much- still almost downy soft.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

Like stated before, it can go both ways. I can’t see him doing a lot of soft kisses unless there was MAJOR long term feelings. Most romantic he gets most of the time is telling his partner how good they are or begging for then.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

Eyes roll back into his head and he has his hand clamped over his mouth, sometimes biting on his rolled up shirt.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Bondage, switching, candle wax, temperature play, blindfolding, manhandling, biting.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

If his partner was a spider person I can see them fucking in some corner on a rooftop, his hips pistoling up into them as they grab forward on the wall.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

Lace, being teased, getting too annoyed at work- LMFAO. teasing and being teased riles him up big time.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

He’s not gonna use a flogger or a paddle on someone. I can’t see it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

He has a BIG oral fixation (i’m biased) and loves anything going into his mouth. He also is particularly sensitive to having his balls sucked on.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

It’s rough nearly always. Your organs are thoroughly rearranged.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

Miguel is a BIG office quickie guy IF nothing is going on- but so so much of the time, something is always going on. Some of the time all he can squeeze in is a good over-the-desk 15 minutes before he’s back to managing all of the multiverse. The last thing he needs is Lyla popping up where she doesn’t belong.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

Things that are risky to normal people aren’t as risky to him. He can hear if people are coming from a long while away. He’s faced constant danger. Fucking you in an unused room on an unused floor of the spider society is not a risk to him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

Do I even need to say it? He can go for hours. He’s enhanced. However, he does last longer if he’s the one in charge; either way, he can go for a long while. His partner is gonna be sore and incoherent much faster than he’d be, regardless whether or not they’re super or not.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

Someone got him a flashlight once and told him it’d help him with the stick up his ass. He’s used it a couple times and pretends like he hasn’t. He wouldn’t own a dildo but isn’t opposed to getting pegged. If his partner wanted a sex toy used on them, he’d take a lot of joy in torturing them with it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

He’s an AWFUL tease. It’s constant. He also cannot bear being teased and will either beg or fuck his partner over the nearest table within a few comments.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

PRETTY MOANS!! It’s a damn shame he rarely ever lets you hear them. He’ll also curse, praise, and demean under his breath. He tries so hardly to stop from moaning when he cums; muffling himself with whatever he can. Usually a few clear ones slip through.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

Cries if you edge him. He gets pathetic.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

YALL ALREADY KNOW!! DORITO BACK!!! HUGE CHEEKS!!! He’s downright tasty i’m sorry y’all. I’d pray over him and spread him out like he’s christmas dinner.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

HE’S HORNY! He just can’t deal with it a lot of the time, which often makes him even more pent up. Lord have mercy on his partner’s body.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

Depends if he has time or not. If not, he’ll keep on pushing on. On the rare occasion where he’s free of responsibilities, he’s snoring like drake within 20 minutes or less <33

hope you guys enjoyed!! inbox is always open, requests always wanted :)))

[asonofpeter]

Rebuild

Pairing: Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

Summary: Everything falls into shambles as Kord tries to get the scarab from Jaime. When will it be time to rebuild?

Warnings: mentions of death and depictions of violence, SPOILERS FOR BLUE BEETLE!

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Part 3? Yes it is! I saw Blue Beetle for the second time yesterday with my parents and they liked it! My brother saw it with his gf and he related so that's a win in my book! Also got more inspo for this part so I hope you enjoy! 💕💕💕

I don't consent to my work being copied, reposted, or translated.

“There’s a way to get it out,” Rudy said and your ears perked in anticipation but his next words made your blood rush cold. “You’d have to be dead though”.

“What? What do you mean?” Jaime shook his head, fear casting over his gaze.

“Look, chamaco, the scarab is fusing to every cell in your body,” he pointed at the monitor and you watched as it practically covered everything in sight. 

What happened before is happening to your Jaime. 

You pressed your mouth into your palm, trying to contemplate it all. You stayed silent, not wanting to incite a reaction from your boyfriend just as he was already having a meltdown. 

“This isn’t fair! Why does this always happen to us? I just wanted to get a job!” he exclaimed sorrowfully. “This wasn’t supposed to be my future,” he exhaled, glancing at you briefly. 

It was brief but you knew all of his concerns at that moment. 

Were you going to be able to be together? Did you want to love an android alien? Even if you did, are you able to? What if you wanted kids? Was he going to be able to give you that future without fucking it up? What about everything that comes before and after? What now? 

He stormed off after yelling at Rudy, saying he needed to go on a walk. Wanting to chase after him, you ignored that feeling, knowing this conversation was one he needed to hear from his uncle. 

Giving it a brief moment, you went upstairs, Jenny following you as you knew where he went.

“Do you hear that?” Jenny stopped you as you made the stairs to the roof. 

You furrowed your brows, glancing up and hearing a low rumble. Making it onto the roof, you saw the purple lights signaling a Kord helicopter. 

“They’re going home,” Jaime realized. “I gotta get over there,” he said. “I’m gonna fly,” he jumped, hyping himself up.

“You got this, baby,” you encouraged him, clapping your hands together. 

“Woo!” he jutted his fists in the air but nothing appeared. “Okay, hang on,” he sighed, repeating the actions as before.

“Take your time,” Jenny reassured.

“Maybe you gotta force it out,” Rudy said nonchalantly. 

“Wait, you’re a genius, Rudy!” Jaime grinned, stepping off the bench and walking backward. 

“I know, what I’d say?” he furrowed his brows just as Jaime started running towards the ledge.

“Wait, Jaime!” you screamed as he jumped over but thankfully Khaji-Da made herself known. 

“Woohoo!” he cheered, flying towards Edge Keys. 

You don’t think you’re ever getting used to that.

~

Rudy pulled up in front of the house and your heart broke. Flames blazing out the windows and up the walls, ashes falling down to the lawn, and then your family crowded on the sidewalk came into your vision.

“Apa! No!” Milagro cried out, you and Rudy running over to help.

“Papi!” a familiar voice cried out and you turned your head to see Jaime being dragged into the helicopter. He was trapped by some device, causing him pain. You wanted to run after them, get your boyfriend back, but the chances you had standing against Kord and her bodyguard? 

You admitted defeat and went back to running towards your family. You stopped a few steps ahead of you, breath hitching at the sight.

Alberto was unconscious on the ground, face pale. He had another heart attack. 

Dropping to your knees next to Nana, you let the tears pour out as you stared at the man who loved you like your father never had. He was the man who looked out for you, who provided for you, the one who accepted you and welcomed you into his home after everything you lost. 

Clutching to what you had left, you tried to drown out the cries of Jaime and everyone else. You tried not to pay attention to the piercing headache that’s been aching at you for the last few hours nor the sting in your eyes from the lack of sleep. 

You wanted to focus on the silence, the light, something to tell you that all of this is a dream. You’d wake up from your nap, greeting Jaime and congratulating him on his job, and then you would get ready for work again and Jaime would walk you but you’d be against it since he has a big day tomorrow. 

But every time you opened your eyes, nothing changed. 

~

You stared blankly at the rubble before you bent down to pick up the family photo. You remembered the day.

It was a month after you had officially moved in. Your side of the room was claimed, you had a seat at the dining table, and you had your list of chores to get done. But something was still missing…

“Necessitamos una nueva foto,” Nana had stood in front of the old family photo. A picture of a younger everyone—Jaime looked so cute. “Ya, Y/N es una parte de la familia,” she gestured towards you and your heart swelled.

The next day you found yourselves at JCPenney, wearing your best clothes, being posed by the photographer. 

You were smiling brightly for the first time in a while. It was all because of your family.

Running your fingers over Jaime’s face in the photo, you pressed your lips together to stop the tears from pouring down. You were already mourning one loved one, you don’t think you could handle another. 

“Oye,” you heard Nana speak up, everyone gathering around her. “No es hora de llorar,” she cooed at Milagro. “We need to fight and get Jaime back because that’s what your father would’ve wanted us to do,” she affirmed and you wiped your eyes, Millie crying harder at the mention of her father. 

She was right and that’s how you found yourself in the bug ship. Thanks to the help of Jenny, who you were sure felt remorse for causing this. You were handed some sort of gadget and out of the corner of your eye, you saw as Nana grabbed the biggest gun you’ve ever seen.

“How do you know how to hold that so well?” Millie questioned. 

“There are many things you don’t know about your grandma,” Nana grinned and your eyes widened. 

The plan was set, you would go with Jenny and Milagro to find the generator room and shut everything down to find Jaime. Following the two girls in front of you, you were dodging guards back and forth as you were instructed to place explosives on the walls. 

Everything seemed to go accordingly until you and the girls had to run from the guards, you felt like you were going to escape until the ceiling above you started rumbling. 

“Millie! Go!” you pushed her out of the way before it crushed her, unfortunately, you were now separated. 

You called out for anyone, but it was hard as your lids grew heavy. Then everything went dark. 

~

Woken up abruptly, you winced at the pain that radiated through your body. Someone was shouting at you but you could only stay still and you cried out in pain as you were lifted up. You didn’t think anything severe was broken or injured, just sore. 

Suddenly you were outside, being dragged towards the same Kord helicopter. Jenny was beside you and she sent you a look, something about it was trusting and reassuring. You tipped your head, letting her know you understood.

“Y/N L/N,” a raspy voice rang through your ears. 

You stared at Vicky Kord, your stomach sinking as you shifted in your seat and that’s when you realized she had a gun in her hands.

“22-year-old woman, cosmetology school drop-out, kicked out by her own family after she refused to join her family’s drug dealing business,” she smiled wickedly as she leaned forward towards you. “Works night shifts at Margaritaville and is in love with a boy named Jaime Reyes”.

You glanced down, ashamed and angry. Not many people knew your life’s story. You kept it under wraps and your found family helped you leave it in the past. But now, a Kord seemingly knows all of it.

“What do you want?” you spat. 

“Oh, just one thing,” she grinned. “You think you’re on the right path, dear, but working night shifts at a bar doesn’t get you anywhere. But I can help,” she offered and you narrowed your gaze at her. “I can get you out of Edge Keys, you can make something out of yourself and truly know the meaning of hard work,” she said like a promise. “I just need you to get me the scarab,” she shrugged like it didn’t mean killing Jaime in the process.

“Being with family is me being on the right path and I don’t need you to tell me what hard work is,” you sneered.

“Like you would know anything about family,” she chuckled. “You’re really going to give up everything I can give you over a stupid Edge Keys piece of trash,” she scoffed and you grew angry. 

Jaime was much more than that and you knew it deep in your soul.

About to strangle the life out of her, Jenny spoke up. 

“He might be from Edge Keys, but he knows more about family than you’ll ever know!” Jenny stated firmly before she spit the gum she was chewing out, creating a bubbly goo around you three as you fell out of the helicopter.

You stood up with a groan, finding Jenny and her aunt having a one-on-one before your eyes scanned over the fiery field, and caught sight of Jaime. 

“Jaime, oh my god,” you covered your mouth in shock as you ran over to him.

“Y/N,” he said like he couldn’t believe it but he snapped out of it, embracing you as he ran a hand over your hair. “I thought I lost you,” he said, glancing in your eyes, tears streaming down both your faces.

“I’m here,” you rested your head against his before he kissed you. You leaned back, granting him better access before you both pulled away. “I’m so sorry, Jaime,” you licked your lips, sobbing. “Your apá,” you shook your head, cupping his face.

“I know,” he glanced down sorrowfully. “He’s okay, I know it,” he affirmed and you sucked in a breath. 

“Okay,” you pressed a smile.

Behind the two of you, Carapax was doing something to Vicky just as he walked over to you. Jaime was quick to shield you as he stopped in front of him.

“Go with your family,” he said in his deep voice and Jaime nodded, gulping. 

Clutching to his arm, you looked at Jaime before he spoke.

“Go! Go to the bug ship, I’ll be there!” he pushed you towards the beetle but you shook your head. It was like he sensed something was going to happen and you didn’t like it.

“No, I’m not leaving without you!” you argued, keeping your feet planted.

“Please, just trust me,” he begged and you agreed before grabbing his face and pressing your lips together.

“You better be right about this, Jaime,” you rolled your lips together, taking in one last look at him before you broke off in a sprint.  

You sat at the top of the ramp, looking out into the field to see what Jaime was doing. His face became frantic and you leaned forward as he began to run, explosions going off behind him. He made it onto the ramp but slipped until you managed to grab him.

He gasped as he looked up, a soft smile on his face. Rudy and the rest of the family helped you pull him up. 

“Now we can cry”. 

~

“Nana, you need help with the nopales?” you asked, kneeling down beside her as you began to pick the most viable ones. 

Everyone was dressed in black. Alberto’s funeral was tear-filled. You missed him dearly, but it was time to rebuild. You’d never forget him though.

“Gracias, mija, ven ayudame,” she held her hand out and you got up, giving her support to come up as well. 

The rest of the family circled around you, Jaime wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your temple. 

“Now we can start rebuilding,” Nana said, holding out the little pot of cacti. 

The neighborhood had come to help. Food was brought and a celebration was being made. Jenny even appeared, promising Kord Industries was going to rebuild the house and she gave Rudy a new Tailgate. 

The family went to check it out while you, Jaime, and Jenny stayed back. She said something about making sure Jaime got a good job at the company and you couldn’t help but grin in a proud moment. 

Things were right for once.

“Let’s take a walk,” Jaime suggested and you agreed, linking your hands together.

You stayed quiet, enjoying the soft breeze and the views of Edge Keys. Rounding the corner, you found yourselves a nice spot on the curb, sitting down next to each other.

“What now?” he asked.

“Like Nana said, we rebuild,” you hummed. “But there’s something I’ve been thinking about for a bit,” you took a breath in and he looked at you expectedly. “I think I want to go back to cosmetology school,” you announced and Jaime’s face broke out into a grin.

“That’s amazing, Y/N!” he hugged you. “What made you decide that?” he asked.

“Not sleeping puts things into perspective,” you began, ending with a laugh. “Now that Jenny is going to give the Edge Keys back to our community, I don’t need to work those night shifts anymore,” you grabbed his hands. 

“I’m so glad,” he grabbed your face and pressed kisses around it. “So proud,” he said against your mouth.

“Thank you, Jaime,” you smiled. 

“Maybe now that you won’t be working so much, we’ll finally get that alone time,” he wiggled his brows and you laughed. 

“Oh yeah, for sure now considering we don’t have a house,” you snorted.

“We can go everywhere now,” he looked up at the sky and you glanced at him as an idea washed over his face. “You wanna take a ride?” he asked and you furrowed your brows. 

“How?” you questioned. “Where?”

“Somewhere private,” he smirked and you smiled.

“You’re something else, Jaime,” you stood up, meeting his gaze as you looped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his.

“Stop,” he exhaled, closing his eyes in embarrassment. 

“What?” you grinned, searching his eyes for a guess. 

“It’s nothing,” he shook off and that’s when you realized he was talking to Khaji-Da. 

“What is it saying?” you grew curious. 

“Just,” he dropped his gaze to your lips before he leaned in, enveloping your lips in a soft, gentle kiss. You moaned, fingers grazing his hair. “Hold on,” he broke away and your eyes widened in shock as the suit appeared. 

You took off a moment later and you were flying.

~

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[miracleonice87]

the camp letter

a/n: the requested note (which turned into more of a letter — I’m a writer, what did you expect?) written by Mrs. Kelce, from “new heights, new news, new baby.” enjoy!

___

“NHL tournament kicks off in my room in ten, big fella!” Isiah Pacheco called through the door after a few raps of his knuckle.

Travis smiled to himself, pushing his now-empty unpacked duffle into the dorm closet and clucking his tongue.

“You know I ain’t missin’ that, son!” Travis assured. “Be right there.”

As Isiah’s footsteps retreated down the hall, Travis grabbed the last piece of luggage on his bed, his toiletry kit, and walked it into the bathroom to hang up. Upon opening the flap, a piece of white notebook paper fell to the counter, folded so only the top of the page was visible.

Open when you get to camp! it read in your unmistakable penmanship. With an enamored grin, Travis quickly lifted and unfolded the page.

87,

the salutation read.

At that simple greeting, his throat tightened with emotion.

Oh boy… he was in for it.

He wandered to take a seat on the bed as he continued.

With another Super Bowl celebration summer coming to a close, another season is now on the horizon and it just might be the most special one yet.

I remember the first time you invited me to Chiefs camp when we had just started dating, watching all your teammates’ kids run to them after practice, watching them chase after footballs, watching their dads throw them up in the air and tote them around so proudly, and I remember thinking, “I hope that’s gonna be Travis someday with our own kids.” Sure, that happened just a little sooner than we planned, but with each day that passes, I only grow more excited to share this with you, and to make those football-centric memories with our little one, and hopefully more little ones to come.

I can’t wait to hold our baby in the stands and explain to them what you do for a living, Trav. I can’t wait to see how excited they get waiting for you on the sideline for a pregame kiss, then watching you ball out. I can’t wait to watch them meet you in the tunnel or the suite after a game, win or lose, and love on you like I do. I can’t wait to see them run around Arrowhead with Sterling and Bronze, and, as much as possible, take them to games with Wy, Ell, and Benny, watching them spend time together and clap for their daddies.

When I close my eyes, I can so vividly see another Super Bowl win, finding you in the midst of another red and gold confetti snowglobe, but this time, with our kid in my arms. I can envision you on the podium with Coach Reid and Patrick, a Lombardi in one arm and a baby in the other. And as much as I already miss you, despite you still being just a couple of rooms away as I write this, we both know that camp is the first step toward making that happen.

We are so lucky to get to do this at all, Trav, but I feel impossibly lucky to get to do this with you. Thank you for being the man that you are – I can’t tell you how much I admire your drive, your passion, your work ethic. You are the best teammate, captain, leader, friend, husband, brother, son, and daddy-to-be that I’ve ever known, and I know you’ll instill your best qualities in our little one.

I love you so fucking bad, Travis Michael. Have fun, be safe… go be great. See you soon.

XO

Silent tears were dripping down Travis’s cheeks and nose as he finished the letter, a fond smile permanent on his lips. God, he was the lucky one, to get to be able to play this silly game he loved so much with your full support backing him. And the thought of you and your baby cheering him on, together, in just a few more months… man, that made him actually giddy, despite the tears he was still trying to get under control.

A moment later, the only person who would ever push open the door to his room unannounced did just that — his quarterback and best friend entered with a casual “you comin’ to play Chel, you hockey freak?” before his eyes actually landed on Travis. Patrick was fearful for just a moment, seeing his friend so emotional, then the tight end met his gaze and held up the piece of notebook paper covered in your neat writing.

Travis cleared his throat and announced, “Letter from home. Got me.”

Patrick smiled, taking a few steps toward him to squeeze his shoulder.

“I gotchu,” he said understandingly. “All good, though?”

Travis nodded emphatically, beaming even as he wiped his watery eyes with the flesh of his thumb.

“So good,” he assured the fellow dad.

Patrick nodded, too, and pawed Travis’s arm affectionately.

“Glad to hear it. Take all the time you need, man,” he directed. “I’ll go take the first round with the hooligans.”

Travis giggled and reached to dap up Patrick, the quarterback giving him a warm hug.

“Thanks, brother,” he said softly.

As Patrick left the room, Travis gave the letter one last brief read, then pulled out his phone, screen lighting up to display his lock background — you from the back in an 87 jacket after this most recent Super Bowl, being hoisted in his arms the very moment you found each other on the field. Smirking proudly at the memory, he unlocked the phone and opened his text thread with you.

Just read your letter, you sneaky lil thing, he tapped. My god, you know how to make a 6’5” NFLer weep like a baby! Thank you for writing it, sweetness. I love you so much. Less than four days now until I hug you and baby Kelce again 😍🤰🏻 Tell Mama I said hi and I love her! Call you later 😘

With that, he hit send, took a deep breath, tucked the letter into an empty drawer for safekeeping, and headed toward Isiah’s room — which was already echoing with his teammates’ raucous cheers and jeers — all while wondering what the hell he ever did to deserve a life so damn sweet.

[newworldwritings]

If Only (preview)

paring: San x chubby!reader

genre/warnings: angst, fluff, suggestive, second chance, time travel/new universe (1950s), mentions of car accidents, female reader, featuring all of ateez (greaser ateez), featuring some of the nct & stray kids boys, smoking, motorcycles, fuckboy activities, lowercase intended, insecurities, body shaming, we hate hyerin, san being oblivious in flashbacks, yunho being an absolute golden retriever, wooyoung is a bit of an ass (sorry, don’t worry tho he gets a character development) will mainly be in sans pov but will switch from other perspectives, any bold & italic words are what the characters are actually thinking

word count: 1k+

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taglist: open! just comment to be added!

a/n: I had a dream of this (not with the members) & I wanted to write it out, also got a bit inspired by “Marry My Husband” but it’s a completely different plot.

preview:

“san i can’t be letting you back in every time things go sideways with her, i'm done being the second choice.”

“i’m done. goodbye san.”

those were the last words L/N Y/N had told me after i chased after her out of the school, and being the idiot i was i just stood there watching her walk away from me towards yunho, one of my best mates. since when did they become close? but those were the last of my worries. i had just lost my childhood best friend because i was too blinded to show this school i was the best at everything by going after the most sought out girl of the school hyerin. when i should’ve gone for y/n. she always stood by my side, never once showed me disloyalty, and always picked me up anytime hyerin shooed me off for her other boy toys. she never once judged me for my ways and i took her kindness and love for granted.

now im left here alone with no hyerin in sight, probably making out with jaehyun, and my mates are probably having the time of their life’s at the dance with no clue that i had lost y/n.

while watching her enter yunho's car my mind was yelling at me to go after her. but i couldn’t, i had been selfish for too long. i knew she needed me to let her go so she could move on.

but that also meant i had to move on but how could i move on with life when i had lost the best thing that i could ever have in life.

watching yunho's car pull out the parking lot, i decided that one last time i wanted to be selfish. so i chased after the car. not noticing how i ended up on the main road, not noticing how a car was coming towards me until it hit me.

i flew back and laid on the road while looking at the night sky, i wanted to scream at the universe for doing this to me. when in reality i should’ve been yelling at myself for being stupid, and oblivious.

the pain from the impact of the car started invading my whole body. it hurts. everything. mentally and physically.

i closed my eyes hoping someone or something would come and take this pain away from me. not just from the impact but from my heart as well.

i heard sirens and people rushing towards me, but i also heard someone saying my name over and over again. but i couldn’t open my eyes. until someone shook my body forcefully.

then i got up like i had just woken up from a nap. looking around trying to find out who was shaking me rather than helping me. then i noticed i wasn’t on the road, it wasn’t night time, and there was no car.

rather i was on a field under a tree next to a building that looked like our university. what the fuck.

“san!”

i looked forward to the person in front of me calling me.

“y/n?” but this was not my y/n i could tell from the very different clothes she was wearing and her hairstyle was completely different. it seemed like a hairstyle that would be done in the 1950s.

“come on, we’re gonna be late!” she pulled me up and started fixing my leather jacket. wait when was i wearing this. where am i?!

while I was lost in my thoughts i heard a group of people calling me towards the entrance of the school. wait is that?

“come on san we don’t want to get yelled at by Ms. Lisa again hurry up!” hongjoong?

it was all my friends, but it wasn’t at the same time? since when did we all start wearing matching leather jackets? but before i can question anyone y/n pulled me towards them.

“lover boy is gonna miss his chance to talk to hyerin before class.” i turned too wooyoung, who was snickering, but i was too focused on his appearance. he didn’t have his oreo hair as he liked to call it, his hair was all black with an undercut. when did he have time to do that? before i could turn to y/n to ask her what’s going on i was being pushed towards the door, following the rest of the boys, while i had time to look around the area i looked at the backs of my mates and some of there side profiles. they all had their hairs gelled back, even jongho who preferred the boyfriend style. what stood out to me the most was the leather jackets we were all wearing had ‘ATEEZ’ in big white letters with 3 motorcycles below it. they all look like they had just came out a greaser movie with this style they all had. wait… y/ns style of clothing along with my mates. am i in a different timeline..? no that can’t be.

to further prove my theory, i turned to y/n.

“y/n, what’s the date?” she looked at me weirdly.

“it’s march 29?” she said as if it was the most obvious answer. “no, what year are we in?”

“san are you ok? did you hit your head? you’re acting really weird”

“who’s acting weird?” wooyoung turned around to look at us. “san, he’s asking what year we’re in.”

wooyoung only chuckled, “he's probably just nervous because hyerin is going out with him this weekend, san it’s 1955 you bimbo. now loosen up don’t want to scare hyerin off.”

i stopped in my place. “it’s 1955!?” everyone turned to me. “aye san you sure you good?” i turned to yunho with a look that screams ‘do i look good to you?’

“oooookaayy, i’m gonna take this one to Lee before class, we will catch up to you guys later.” y/n waved to everyone while pushing me towards a different door.

what the actual fuck is going on.

[foreverisntenough]

- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) mentions of pregnancy, love bombing, occasionally sad, kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

INDEX

Chapter 22 - ‘You’re Mine’

You felt Trent’s lips press against the back of your neck then slowly peeling off your skin. He peppered a few kisses before he became fully awake remembering last night and immediately stopping. The halt made you feel sick, was he never going to kiss you again? He let go of your body and pulled himself out of bed. He didn’t acknowledge you; he just walked directly to the ensuite to shower. You heard the water turn on and you rolled over on your back. You stared at the ceiling in a daze, paralyzed by the thought of losing your perfect, beautiful, loving Trent because of Chase… fucking Chase! You’d kill him if you ever got a chance. You were still lost in your raging thoughts and aching heart when the water shut off again, the silence made you jump. You turned back over on your side, grabbing his pillow, saddened being so close to his scent, closing your eyes, attempting to hide from him, scared. Trent walked into the room. He moved so quietly about that you peaked with one eye to see where he was. God, was he sexy. His golden skin sparkled in the light covered in water droplets. He adjusted the towel around his waist exposing himself briefly and your heart nearly stopped beating. His muscles flexed and moved beautifully. You shut your eyes tighter trying not to imagine what it’d be like losing this man.

He left the room in his towel making way to the kitchen. George was up and at the table on his phone having a coffee.

“Morning…” Trent grunted out combing through the refrigerator for something. He wanted to act like nothing had happened last night. Forgetting it was George, he wasn’t expecting any inquiry.

“Erm… what the fuck happened, mate?” George asked, standing up coming over to where Trent was.

“Nah, not doing this George.” Trent moaned.

“Trent… you fucked some kid up in a club last night for her. Hell, you told me you wanted to have a family with her, get her pregnant… we’re gonna talk about this.” George wasn’t going to let this go. All his reminders stung.

“Bro, shhh.” Trent gave him a disapproving look for mentioning the idea of pregnancy in the house with so many people but he answered George’s initial question eventually. “I don’t fucking know” he groaned rubbing his hands over his face. “Mate, fuck that kid. He deserved that, Y/N or not, he deserved to get hit. You don’t talk about people like that.” Trent began to ramble.

“… and he was?” George probed, raising an eyebrow wanting to hear from Trent who it was. Obviously there was a big discussion amongst everyone after you and Trent left so George already knew and probably got more out of Lauren than you had told Trent but he didn’t want the gossip he wanted Trent’s thoughts.

“Some cunt she knew from uni. I don’t know but god, the shit he was saying about her was so fucked up.” Trent looked out the big window of the villa at the water. George could see that he was sad, broken that someone spoke about you like that. Desperate for Chase to take it all back for your sake.

“Are you mad at her or him?..” George paused, looking at Trent waiting to see if he would look back at him. “Or both… I guess maybe.”

“I…I… I’m not mad at her. She didn’t do anything. Honestly I’m not sure girls I’ve been with in the past would speak too greatly about me but this was just brutal. He talked like she was absolutely nothing, it was sick. I’m fucking livid for her I think.” He muttered out. His gaze finally shifted to George, looking at him for some sort of help or relief.

“You’re not mad at her?” George asked. Not because he thought Trent should be but because he wanted Trent to be certain about his stance.

“I’m not.” Trent confirmed as he sighed, hands back over his face. “I’m really not.” He said in desperation turning away. “I love her, I’m always going to love her. Like I couldn’t not if I tried.” He muttered out, getting quieter like he was admitting this more to himself than George.

“Yeah, course, mate.” George cooed just trying to let him know he wasn’t alone.

“Fuck… She’s everything to me. That lad was so fucking out of line. She doesn’t deserve that, she deserves so much better than that. She deserves someone who takes care of her.” Trent began to rant getting worked up thinking about how much he hated Chase.

“Bro, you do that though. You take care of her. She knows that, she appreciates it. Don’t get rattled by this prick. She’s with you. I know you're upset and that’s valid, mate, but make sure she knows you love her. Remind her that you’re the one that takes care of her. If you’re not thrilled about the interaction you have to consider that she probably must be absolutely distraught over it.” George rambled back to him. Even though he knew his friend had every reason to need some space, he also knew you. He knew this would be weighing on you and Trent had a tendency to distance himself, disconnect if something went wrong.

“I take such good care of her” Trent hushly said scratching the back of his neck, the feeling reminding him of your nails drawing shapes when you held him.

“Don’t close off because of this.” George warned. Trent only hummed and quietly left the room without another word.

The sound of approaching footsteps awoke you from a light sleep. Your eyes fluttered open. You barely looked like yourself. Your eyes bloodshot, your lips swollen, your cheeks flush. Trent’s heart broke standing above you. He bent down and stroked over your hair.

“I think we’re going to the beach today, do you want to shower?” He asked so softly, he felt like his voice would somehow bruise you. You blinked a few times to clear your vision before looking at him. You could only bare those big brown eyes for a moment before you had to look away. You stared out the window and shook your head yes. You tried to move your body but it wouldn’t budge. The realization that in the past two days you had drank an ungodly amount, had fallen, thrown up, flown, it was just too much on your body. Trent could see you were trying but failing. “Alright, c’mon then. Let’s shower, yeah?” He whispered gently picking you up like you weighed nothing. You could barely wrap yourself around him. You felt too weak. The warmth of his skin against yours had your mind blurring. You couldn’t think straight. You rested your heavy pounding head on his shoulder as he walked with you to the bathroom. “Okay?” He asked putting you down in the bathtub. He helped you out of his shirt and pulled your panties off. Normally the action would’ve had Trent’s mind racing but he was too focused on being careful with you. He turned the water on, it felt warm as it filled the tub. He washed your hair slowly like he could make some sort of mistake. As he washed out the last product the warmth of the water running over you mixed with an incredible amount of guilt falling with it you felt a shiver run up your spine. You felt horrible. Your eyes flashed up to look at him. He looked stoic, focused, calm but concerned. He loved you so much his heart was breaking that your relationship had gone from you two giggling about babies in England to you not even speaking in Greece. You started to cry. You couldn’t stop the tears, they just kept coming.

“T…” you whined practically silent it was so quiet.

“Oh c’mon…” he cooed softly. “No more please, I don’t like when you cry, you know that.” He paused for a moment, his hand stroking from the back of your head down your spine. Caressing the small of your back, swiping his thumb over it. Your knees pressed against your chest more. Your arms wrapped around your legs holding them tighter as you wept thinking this would be the demise of your relationship. You were looking straight ahead when you felt his lips press against the top of your head. “I’m not mad at you..” Trent spoke hushed into your hair. His voice raised goosebumps on your skin. “Let’s get you dry.” He softly said, picking you up. He wrapped a plush towel around you. He engulfed you wrapping around you from behind, his arms crossing over your chest as you stood in front of him. “I love you.” He whispered into your ear as you looked into the mirror watching his movements behind you. He had told you to stop but you couldn’t, the tears started to fall again hearing him say that, you thought he never would again. “Forever. Hmm?” He hummed, pressing another kiss behind your ear. He heard you sniffle though and his eyes flashed up to lock with yours in the mirror fast. You mouthed an ‘I’m sorry.” He placed another kiss behind your ear. “I know, I know.” He closed his eyes regretting ever leaving the bed with you yesterday afternoon.

Trent left the room for you to get ready for the beach. He wanted to give you space that you definitely didn’t want. He made his way to the living room where all the boys were watching something on TV, hungover. Lauren sat on the floor on her phone. Trent went over and nicked her phone off her from behind.

“Heyyy.” She whined, cocking her head back to see who snatched her phone. Trent gave her a cheeky grin.

“Will you help her get ready for the beach?” Trent asked quietly so none of the boys would hear but his presence alone caused them to shift focus.

“Yeah, yeah, your room?” Lauren hushly responded. Trent nodded and she pulled at his arm to help her up. Once she was standing she hurried down the corridor to find you. She knocked on the door lightly as she opened it.

“Hii…” she said quiet not wanting to startle you. “You okay?” She asked without seeing you as she walked into the en-suite. “Oh….” She just about gasped.

“Laur...” You squeezed your eyes tight. You were sat on the counter using a gua sha to try to reduce the swelling of your face.

“It’s fine! It’s fine!” She rapidly spewed out trying to comfort you. “You’re fine” she cooed, wrapping her arms around you, tucking her head onto your shoulder. She held you for a while in a comfortable silence before she spoke again.“It’s not your best look but you’re still very beautiful.” She giggled. No matter your state she was always going to tease, it was Lauren after all and it brought a sense of normality to the room, stopping more tears from flowing.

“I hate you.” You whined, continuing the motions over your face.

“At least you showered…” she said tucking your hair behind your ear. She played with the ends of your wet hair sillily. The feeling of her dropping pieces, cold against your skin.

“I didn’t, he did it for me essentially.” You explained, turning around a little bit towards her.

“That was sweet of him” she said with a little pout.

“It’s just Trent being Trent.” You said unphased, your worries starting to brew again almost forgetting he had told you he loved you. “Can you pick out my outfit for today? I can’t be asked.” You asked her, watching the jade glide over your oiled cheek again.

“Me? To pick out your clothes… absolutely!” She jumped up. Lauren ran to the other room rifling through your stuff. You and Lauren just had different vibes when it came to fashion. You were maybe a bit more of the ‘fashion fashion’ side and she was more of the ‘how can my body look the best’ side. Both approaches worked for you respectively but she was thrilled at the idea of dressing you in what she wanted to see you in.

“Don’t make a mess please!” You tried to yell knowing she’d rip your carefully organized packing to shreds. You came into the bedroom and she sat on the bed with a devious smile. “What?” You asked suspiciously, walking further towards her. You gave in quite quickly, not strong enough to bicker with her about your outfit. She had you in an impossibly skimpy Zimmerman bikini. It was the smallest amount of material you could wear without being naked. “This is ridiculous.” You quietly laughed looking in the mirror at your body on display.

“Honestly… it’s so fucking good!” She squealed. “Plus, you own it, not me!” She held her hands up in innocence.

“Okay, okay, anything else?” You said looking fed up with her but not resisting.

“Yessss…” she dragged out before throwing an intentionally sheer dress at you. It was a summer knit that sparkled in the sun, the fabric woven with sequins. She had laid out all your accessories on the bed like you do when styling photo shoots. It made you smile that she knew you liked things a certain way. Chloe sandals, a big Marni raffia tote and a fun pair of Loewe sunglasses. To give credit where it’s due, it was a good fit, even you approved.

“It’s good” you spoke with little passion behind the words but you meant it. You stared into the mirror assessing the entire look but mostly just what Trent would think of it. Lauren knew what you were thinking she could tell by the glaze cast over your eyes.

“He loves you. Really, Y/N, he loves you so much.” She sincerely said. You just stared at her back through the mirror, no response, no gesture. Your heart warmed at her words but you couldn’t react.

“Hey… we’re gonna get going soon, can I take your bag?” Trent cooed standing in the doorway. His eyes glued to you. He took in every bit. His breath hitched a little as you leaned over to pick up your bag, your tits practically spilling out.

“Yeah, thank you.” You were so quiet, you didn’t look up at him.

“Okay…” he took it from you. Your hands briefly brushing over each others. He stared at your face for a moment waiting to see if you’d look up at him but you didn’t. He disappointedly turned and walked out the door without another word.

“Why are you being like that?” Lauren asked, cutting the awkward tension.

“Well he’s mad at me, what am I supposed to do?” You bit back a little annoyed she wasn’t more sympathetic towards your side of things.

“Did he tell you that? He doesn’t seem it.” She pushed back with an unamused tone.

“No…” you paused. “He told me the opposite but…”

“But what? Let’s go.” She said standing up. “Can’t you just let him love you the way he wants to? Stop thinking he doesn’t. He was practically drooling in the doorway, I think you’ll be fine.” She rolled her eyes, smacking your ass as she walked by you.

“He wasn’t….” You softly rebutted and she just gave you a glare.

The whole group made it down to the beach. It was a private club that had beautiful cushioned beach furniture in sectioned off areas set aside just for you. It had wait staff to serve every whim, you really couldn’t ask for more as the sun reflected off the blue water. As you got settled in the area Trent placed your tote on one of the chairs and then placed himself on another pretty far away from you. You were still relatively close but for you two the distance was bizarre. You furrowed your brow but quickly wiped it away and pushed down your disappointment. You looked up and saw Jude sprawled out on an entire couch letting out a dramatic sigh.

“It’s just so difficult.” Jude continued.

“What?” Jobe asked naively. He was cute genuinely thinking Jude had something of value to say. You put your head back down to put your phone in your bag knowing he was just being annoying.

“Being me… it’s tough, mate.” He said stretching his arms over his head that conveniently put his abs on full display.

“Oh my goddddd” Lauren groaned. “You are the absolute worst” rolling her eyes at his antics. Jude burst out laughing, all the boys loudly following. Jobe cocked his eyebrows at his brother though a little confused that it was all just a bit.

You huffed at your seating arrangement but seeing as a previous affair of yours looked your boyfriend dead in the eye and said you were a whore last night, you kept your distance. You didn’t know how to act. You tried to pull your knit dress over your head subtly but struggled. You bent over to slide it entirely over your head wiggling a little. You thought if you put your arms above your head more standing straight up in this silly little bikini your tits would pop out. You stood back up when you heard a slight puff of air from someone clearly watching you. You turned around and a cheeky Trent was laying on a lounger, leaning up a little more propped by his elbows, staring at you. You shyly smirked at him behind your sunglasses.

“Come sit.” He gestured you over with his head, his hands trying to readjust his dick now in his swimsuit after seeing you bent over. You stood frozen for a moment shocked but moved quickly hoping he wouldn't change his mind. “C’mere.” He tugged at your body as you sat on the edge of his chair. “Gonna get comfortable or just sit like we don’t know each other?.” He said laughing a little. The big smile on his face igniting something inside of you you almost forgot existed. Jude looked at Lauren who was watching you and Trent carefully. She felt his stare so she turned towards him.

“It’s a good bikini… I thought it would help!” She giggled.

“Effective plan, I guess” he shrugged seeing you get comfortable on Trent’s chair before attempting to wink at Lauren again. She just shook her head with a silly grin plastered on her face.

You laid next to Trent. You placed your head on his bare chest, your hand pressed next to it and draped your leg over him. He hummed at the contact. His arm wrapped around you pulling your body flush to his. His opposite arm began rubbing your thigh atop of him. You shut your eyes content with the moment being back in his arms. You nuzzled into him further, your hand on his chest drifting up to play with a bit of his hair, your nails scratching gently on his scalp simultaneously.

“I love you” he whispered into your hair again. You felt your heart explode. Feeling his hands on your skin while hearing that just about ruptured it. You picked up your head and rested your chin now on him looking up at his face. He squeezed your ass, hand coming to slip beneath the little material on it. He licked over his top lip slow and then his bottom. You felt your cheeks go warm. He pulled at the bikini, letting it snap back against your skin. “What is this?”

“A bathing suit.” You cooed, a little lost in his eyes.

“Yeah, I don’t know about that.” He said rubbing his hand over your ass.

“Why not?” You cheekily asked, knowing exactly what he meant.

“Nah, nah, nah, you don’t get to play this game with me… I know you, baby.” The pet name pinged against your ear like it did the first time you met. Your heart skipped a beat hearing it roll off his tongue again.

“What!” You yelped as he pulled you abruptly to lay completely on top of him. Both his hands now kneading your ass intently.

“You haven’t even said you loved me today and you want me to let you tease me!?” He joked lost in his giggless a big smile across his face.

“I love you, T.” You sensually whispered bringing your face into his neck. Your body pressed into his, your tits gliding over him as you moved up to reach. You pressed soft wet kisses all over pulling a groan from him.

“Babyyy. Don’t do this to me.” He complained as you could feel him hardening beneath you.

“What?” You teased your words muffled into his skin as you continued to litter his neck with kisses

“Nah, enough.” He cooed, moving away from you and pressing a fat kiss on your forehead.

“Okay, okay, okay.” You giggled at the affection and his lack of will power under you. You felt tired, lulled by the warm sun and your pretty boy beneath you, the smell of suncream and the sound of friends laughing. You were dozing in and out when a waiter came over.

“Mr. Alexander-Arnold, can we get you anything.” He politely asked, standing aside the lounger.

“Baby, you want anything?” Trent cooed pressing kisses onto your hair. You just shook your head no on his chest. “Okay…” he laughed at your sleepiness. “Erm.. no, we’re alright right now, thank you.” Trent confirmed to the waiter you didn’t need anything.

You had fallen asleep on top of Trent as the afternoon went on. He denied all the boys' requests to come play cards or go in the water. He just wanted you to be with him, safe. You started to wake up though when you heard a woman's voice.

“Erm… Hi… I’m just getting off work here and I wanted to come over and see if you wanted to take a shot with me.” She giggled. Trent lowered his sunglasses and looked at her confused. “It's silly, but you clearly look really bored with her so thought it would be fun. Liven up your day with me ” The girl stood there with a tray and two shots of a mystery liquor. Even if Trent was single he wouldn’t have accepted it and he certainly wouldn’t with you laying on top of him.

“Oh wow… I’m sorry but I’m alright. Thank you though.” He said emotionless with a blank stare. You didn’t care to look at the girl, you didn’t care to give him the benefit of the doubt, you jumped immediately to the conclusion that Trent was entertaining the women, your ears began ringing unable to hear anything after ‘oh wow.’ You were furious waiting for the her to leave so you could get the fuck off him. She left and you pushed your hand down on his chest to lift yourself up. The suddenness of your movement had Trent in shock but he grabbed your wrist before you could get enough strength to pull yourself off.

“Let go...” you harshly whispered. His grip only tightened on you.

“No. Where you going?” He spoke at a normal volume with a serious look taking over his face.

“Are you fucking serious?” You broke out his hold getting off him. Trent wasn’t going to physically overpower you and fight on the beach so he let you get off without resistance and just followed you calmly. “Aye, c’mere, what the fuck is going on?” He asked, utterly confused.

“What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? What’s going on is your mad at me still, I fucking get it but you don’t need to rub flirting with some girl while I. LAY. ON. TOP. OF. YOU. in my face.” You emphasized each word. Your perception of the situation was insane. Trent’s mouth gaped in shock. “You think I don’t deal with women throwing themselves at you enough?” Thank god no one was nearby hearing this delusion but you were exhausted and hungover, anything made sense.

“I said no to the shots? What are you on about?” Trent was baffled. He took a step towards you cautiously. You took a step away just as quickly.

“You didn’t exactly defend me though, did you?” You barked at him, annoyed that he let the girl call you boring as if you weren’t on top of him, your boyfriend, his hands on you, his girlfriend.

“Didn’t defend you? Are you fucking mad?” Trent was speaking at the same volume as you now. He punched a man out last night defending you. What were you talking about? He gripped onto both of your arms. “I can’t protect you how I want to. I’m sorry, I wish I could but I can’t. You are my whole world…” he sighed frustrated. Trent started to feel annoyance course through his veins though. Angry that you just said that. “I don’t let anything happen to you, do I? I can’t exactly do what I did last night now to a waitress on the beach who called you boring. She isn’t an old boyfriend calling you a whore? No?” He was pissed at this accusation. His eyes had a fire behind them you weren’t used to. His hands tightened around your arms, for a moment you got scared. You furrowed your brow confused at his rationale, shaking your head coming back to your rage.

“I get it… I do. You fucking entertained that girl to get back at me. I’m sorry about last night! I’m sorry, okay? But you’re not the most fucking reassuring person. You dealt with it once, someone talking about me. I deal with that shit every fucking day about you. Random women saying they slept with you while you were away. How the fuck do you think I feel T?” You voice quivered. “How am I supposed to think you love me, when you’re constantly linked with everyone but me and you don’t say a thing.” You whimpered. Your insecurities about the secrecy of your relationship were bubbling over. You shook your head again trying to regain your confidence. You pulled his hands off you and you started to walk away.

“You think I was going to stand there while someone treated you like that? You expected me to let that go? I punched the kid in the face” his confession shocked you.

“Wha…what?” You spat out completely surprised. Your brow furrowed more. You had no idea he hit Chase. It didn’t come up, no one had time to tell you. Your mind was racing. What did that mean? Why did he do it? What did he think now? Trent had a slight edge of more composure than you at this point so he took the reins. He grabbed at your wrist and dragged you quickly into a bathroom in a Cabana that was sat far back behind where you all were sitting on the beach. The door slamming closed behind you.

“What the fuck!” You yelped. His hands pushed your hips towards the sink counter. The cold marble protruded into your back.

“What do I not give to you? All the flights to be with me, the house, the holidays… god dammit, Y/N you’ve got a fucking car around your neck.” Referring to the Van Cleef he gave you when he asked to be his girlfriend. He was trying to make a point that you were about to completely misread.

“It isn’t about the money! Jesus… is that what I am? Like I’m someone you think you pay to be with? That I use you for that? You think that little of me? You can have it all back! I don’t fucking care give it to the next random girl begging for you!” You winced hearing the words leave your mouth. You didn’t mean it like that, like he used money to have people. You felt emotion pooling behind your eyes. You let out a defeated breath. “It’s not about the fucking money.”

“It is, though! I worked so fucking hard for this shit and I give all of it to you. Obviously that’s not what I think of you but I fucking work hard for you, for us, for this. Not for some random girl, you. Only you.” He wanted to shake you. He wanted to get you to understand it wasn’t about the price but the sentiment that he was willing to do anything to make you happy, to have you happy by his side. You could see a little bit of a glaze coming over his eyes. You knew he wouldn’t cry but he clearly was emotional yelling at you. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to that girl but she’s not worth my breath. I always reassure you, I always take care of you, don’t I? Not just with this…” His fingers hooked under the necklace cause your breath to hitch. You were closer to him now. His face looked so broken that you thought he felt that way. You couldn’t look at him anymore though because you thought you’d cry when he snapped at you again. His hand came and grabbed your cheeks pushing them together with one hand. “What’s not enough? It’s my entire life and I give it all to you.” You squeezed your eyes tight trying harder not to cry. “Don’t fucking cry right now…” he threatened a little bit dropping his hands from your face. It wasn’t fair if he had to take care of you right now and he knew he’d cave if you started crying. He was upset, he wanted to be upset, he deserved to be upset.

“T…” you blubbered holding back the tears.

“You think I’m entertaining random woman when I fucking have you? Jesus Christ when you’re mine. You’re mine!” He yelled. His eyes burned over your skin. Your back pressed further against the sink. “We’ve been talking about starting a fucking family together and you’re telling me that… that I don’t love you enough?” He thought the tears actually might start to run down his face. You saw the tears build on his lash line but his lips came crashing into yours first.

“What are you…” you tried to speak but he cut you off pulling his lips away for a moment to speak.

“Shut up…” he said harshly, pressing his lips back against yours desperately. “This bikini is fucking ridiculous” he barked in between kisses untying the top of your swim suit. You gasped at your sudden exposure then couldn’t help but moan when his hands came to caress your tits.

“T…” you whined leaning back further, pushing your chest out for him to play with you more while he followed your mouth back, passionately kissing you.

“I fucking love you what don’t you understand about that” he grunted moving his kisses to your jaw, over it, working down your neck towards your collarbone dillegently. He sucked on a sensitive spot, bitting a little with his teeth pulling at your skin. You hissed at the pain and then melted into pleasure as he continued sucking over the spot soothing it with his tongue. He placed a few more harsh bites on you leaving behind marks as your eyes rolled back in pleasure feeling his perfect lips. Trent moved over your body in what felt like slow motion as he reached your tits. He sucked on your nipple, nibbling and circling it with his tongue. You could barely think straight. All you could hear was heavy breathing, moans, and the sound of his lips on your skin.

“Fuck, I do… I do understand- ah. I promise baby.” Your hands finally making way to eagerly pull at his swimsuit. He pulled away momentarily to help you take his shorts off. He pulled the other string of your top harshly simultaneously. You ran your hands slowly dragging your nails over his chest, down his abs, and atop his v-line. God, he was so fucking hot.

“Get this off.” He moaned. You watched the bikini drop to the floor. His hands dragged your bottoms off too. His lips started kissing yours passionately again when your hand wrapped around his cock and began moving up and down his shaft with some of your spit. He sucked in a short breath when your thumb pressed atop the slit, rubbing it combining the precum he had leaked with your saliva. “Tell me you’re mine.” He harshly commanded you pulling away from the kiss, his lips quickly working down your body again. You barely had time before he was at your core.

“I… I’m yours. I’m all yours.” You gasped as his fingers parted your folds and his tongue followed in their wake. He moved swiftly and aggressively. He hummed and the vibrations made the knot in your stomach tighten almost immediately. Soft moans came out while he worked his tongue around your clit as he sucked it. “Oh my fucking god, T, feels s..so good.” You just about yelled when two of his fingers slid effortlessly into you. He didn’t waste any time rapidly drilling in and out of you with them. You could hear your slickness.

“You’re always so fucking wet for me, baby. Only for me, yeah?” He cooed before his mouth returned to your pussy. He was deeply and messily eating you out, inhaling loudly through his nose.

“Only you. Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Shi-shit I’m gonna cum. I can’t, ah, I can’t.” You cried squeezing your eyes shut when you felt white hot pleasure course through you. Your legs twitching in pleasure.

“Just like that, baby. Only for me.” He spoke into you as he continued lapping up your slick arousal that was starting to drip down his chin

"T" You whined, your hands grabbing for him, pulling him up to you, overstimulation starting to come over you as he continued his movements. You were begging for him to fuck you. “Want you to fuck me”

He stood up, his big dark brown eyes looking into yours made your heart skip a beat. He smelled like summer, he looked beautifully golden, his perfect lips curled into a conniving smile before he spoke.

“Yeah? My baby wants me to fuck her?” His smile grew. “Tell me you know I love you, you know I give you everything, you know I want…” he paused looking down between you for a moment. . “I want a baby with you.” He flicked his eyes up at you. He could see your face soften at the comment. You gently closed your eyes for a moment. His words started out so crass but they ended so sweet. He came closer to you sliding his hands around your body. Your chest still heaving from your orgasm.

“I… I…” you stuttered, starting to get nervous. His thumb stroked over your skin calming you. It was like the world paused for a moment for you to catch up. “I want a baby with you too.” You softly panted. You could feel the warmness between your bodies just centimeters apart. “Please.” The grip he had on your waist suddenly became so rough and sensual.

“Turn around.” He whispered. You listened and turned around. He pressed his body against yours behind you. You looked in the mirror at your naked body being caressed by his big hands while he placed kisses along your back, your shoulder, and then up your neck coming to your ear. “Wanna be a good girl and bend over for me.?” The cheek behind the smile on this boy's face was insane. Like every moment in his life, he truly looked beautiful as his eyes locked with yours in the mirror. You felt your heart almost stop.

“I love you.” You whispered pushing your ass back on him leaning over onto the sink counter. You hummed feeling his hard cock against you..

“You want a baby with me? Huh?” He cooed. Your eyes looking up at him through the mirror as he looked down at you pumping his cock slowly with his hand. Dragging his tip leaking precum over your soaked pussy. Feeling him press his cock against your clit had you immediately whining.

“Uh huh…please” you moaned involuntarily closing your eyes as he buried himself all the way down to the hilt.

“Such a good girl f’me” you practically came from the pressure and his words alone. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight f’me.” He grunted, spreading your ass cheeks with both hands. He thrusted into you again as you clenched around him tightly. It was so fucking hot to hear him talk like this. Every time it managed to make you dizzy.

“Please, T, I’m yours. All yours please, make me all yours.” You were babbling as he pounded you from behind. He smoothly slipped his fingers in your mouth, stopping your words. You sucked on his fingers desperately dragging your tongue around them, split pooling in the corners of your mouth. He moaned at the sensation. He popped them out quick though and his wet hand racked down the front of you dipping to come play with your clit. You gasped and let out a filthy moan as he started to draw tight circles around it.

“This what you wanted? Wanted me to pay attention to you and not someone else. Wanted my fingers to play with your clit while I fuck you with my cock.” His thrusts were relentless now. Both of you were completely in your own world lost in pleasure climbing higher and higher together. Your moans growing more desperate. He grabbed your ass hard as wet slapping sounds filled the room. You whined practically drooling onto the counter. “Taking me so well, such a good girl.” That’s when he hit a spot that made you lose control of your body.

“Fffuck T. I’m cumming. Ffuck. I love you… I love the way you fuck me. Shit!” You moaned loudly. Another high crashing over you. You were a trembling mess pressing your hips back into him. Trent groaned, throwing his head back, digging his hands into the soft skin of your ass more. Your walls pulsated around him. You were dripping down your shaking legs.

“I know baby, I know. I know exactly what you need. Do I take good care of you? Tell me.. fuck.. tell me ba-baby.” He stuttered listening to you cum moaning as he slammed into harder. You dropped your head onto the cold marble overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you do, babyyy” you chanted, getting over stimulated again but you felt so good you didn’t want it to ever end. “Ah... fuck! You feel so fucking good.” Tears started to roll down your cheeks. You felt impossibly amazing.

“Gimme one more baby. I know you can. Cum with me, yeah? Cum with me, gonna fill up this pretty pussy.” You could only shake your head. Cacophonies of “oh my g-godddd” repeated. He thrusted three more times into you knocking all the air out of your lungs. He spilled into you. “Fuck, f-fuck, fuckk baby.” He grunted as you both felt him pulsing and spurting inside of you. Both of your releases oozing out of you. You both breathed heavily trying to catch your breaths. He pulled your body off the sink counter up to him. He wrapped his arms around you so tightly. Your sweaty skin sticking together. The temperature in the atmosphere of the room was so humid. Your eyes stayed closed for a little, you were completely saturated with bliss. You could barely breathe but you had never felt better in your life.

“You okay, baby?” He whispered into your neck. He rested his head down on your shoulder, yours thrown back onto him. You could feel his chest rise and fall behind you. You took another deep breath before smiling. “Yeah?”

“Fuck” you moaned out silently. He laughed as his arms wrapped a little tighter around you rubbing your warm skin. “I love you, baby” you giggled, turning around against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your head before he pulled your chin up with his fingers. His eyes gazed into yours. You felt your hearts beat in sync.

“I want you forever.” His lips ghosted over yours. “I’m so in love with you. Don’t fucking ever think I’m not.” He turned you back around still wrapped in his arms and you both looked into the mirror at you tucked there. You smiled again as your flush cheeks warmed more. You rolled your head back leaning against him exposing more of your neck to him. “Fuck… you’re so beautiful, baby.” You started laughing finally coming back to reality. Seeing you naked in the mirror with the most gorgeous boy you’d ever seen behind you was ridiculous. You couldn’t have possibly felt more in love with him in that moment when he bit your neck playfully ruining your moment.

“T! Owww!” You yelped. Squirming in his arms giggling. The big smile you loved splashed across his face. He laughed hearing you.

“Nahh, that didn’t hurt. C’mon” Pressing a smiley kiss over the spot he bit. “You know…” he dragged, pausing, kissing at your jaw.

“Yesss?” You smiled waiting for him, rubbing your hands over his arms. You snuggled your head back into him more. He laughed a little.

“I…” he got the first word out and started laughing, shaking his head.

“What silly boy?! Hmm?” You teased giggling. One of your hands let go of his arm and came up to caress his cheek behind you.

“I… I was saying… I can’t wait to make you a mummy, pretty girl.” He placed a wet kiss on your cheek before nuzzling his face in the nape of your neck shyly feeling suddenly very vulnerable.

“What you being shy for!” You joked in his accent mocking what he usually says to you.

“I’m not, I’m not, I’m not. C’mon.” He groaned, throwing his head feigning annoyance at you teasing him. “You're such a pain, baby… honestly.” Joking. He placed another kiss on your cheek before letting go of your body. He bent down and picked up your bikini. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but put this silly thing back on, yeah?” He cooed, giving you the little material.

“Thank you for taking care of me” you gave him a soft smile your eyes filled with appreciation as you slipped back on the bottoms and top before you asked him to tie the back for you.

“I’ll always take care of you. You’re mine, beautiful. All mine.” He whispered in your ear. You hummed

“Thank you for working so hard for us, giving me everything and more, being so selfless, being so kind, being so perfect… I love you, Trent… this is forever for me.” You placed kisses repeatedly on his lips.

“I know. Me too. Gonna give you absolutely everything, baby… forever.” He kissed your lips with a smile. “C’mon” he pulled you in front of him and pushed you towards the door. When you grabbed at the handle he pressed his body to your back. He wrapped his arms around your waist tightly.

“Everything forever huh?” You cooed teasing with a little giggle, tilting your head back at him. You opened the door and walked out into the blinding sunlight, Trent still attached to your body.

“Yeah, anything you want, pretty girl.” You walked across the hot sand with him continuing to whisper nonsense in your ear. You got back to the area and all the boys were in the water, Lauren laying on her stomach on a chair with her head turned to the side away from you two returning watching them.

“We’re okay?” You cooed looking up at Trent.

“We were never not, always love you… no matter what. You're mine right, baby?” He spoke looking into your eyes, his hands caressing your hips. You looked down watching his big hands move over you when you noticed the bruising on one across his knuckles and little cuts on each.

“Your hand okay, T?” Your hand came and brushed over his. “Does it hurt?”

“Ehh it’ll be fine” he made a face and shook his head trying to show that it didn’t bother him. You pouted looking back at him, making him laugh.

“If it does start, I can take care of you sometime.” You giggled as a sly smile came across your face

“Oh yeah? Might take you up on that.” He giggled a little as his lips got closer to you. His hands came around to hold your ass. He placed a perfect kiss on your lips that almost had you moaning again.

“I love you” you whispered. He echoed you before you told Trent to go in the water with the boys. You never wanted them to think you made him stay away or not hang out so you had an agenda to make sure on trips like this he wasn’t too glued to you. You watched the beautiful boy run in the sun towards a bunch of … almost… as pretty boys in the water. It was such a perfect sight.

“Erm, ew, you're like sticky” Lauren whined as you laid on top of her back. She cocked her head to the side to peer over her sunglasses to look at you. “Why are you sweaty right now?” She started laughing. You could feel her body shake from the sound beneath you.

“Well…” you started to giggle.

“Where were you…” Lauren raised her hand over her eyes to block the sun to make out your facial expression. “Ew! Get off me!” She burst out laughing as did you.

“Stop! You’re so dramatic, Lauren!” Wrapping your arms around her tightly.

“Ew! I mean I love T, I do really, but not enough to have you laying on me after he just fucked you, Y/N!!!!!” She yelled as her free hand reached up to slap at your side playfully on top of her.

“What would get on you? Relax!” you giggled happily turning your head to see the boys starting to get out of the water walking towards you two.

“I’m glad you’re laughing, wasn’t the case this morning.” She cooed pausing. “I’m assuming you two are okay if you… you know… just now.”

“Yeah, we’re okay. Fuck Chase but yeah, T and I are fine.” You softly smiled looking at him half bent over laughing about something with Jude

“Nope, not ever saying that name again. He is the new Voldemort. If he wasn’t before, he sure as hell is dead to me now. Don’t fuck with my friends. I’m glad T lit him up.” She spoke annoyed about Chase.

“Oh yeah... I had no idea that happened, I just found out from him. What the fuck went on? Do you know?” You asked intrigued to get her side of the story. She babbled away recalling last night's events. She didn’t really have many actual facts about their conversation. Obviously she wasn’t there when that happened so she relayed what she had heard from Jude now including her opinions and interpretations on the exchange.

“Honestlyyyy…” Marcel’s friend groaned as the boys got closer to where you were laying with Lauren. He shook his head trying not to look at you two on top of each other in an attempt to keep his mind from running wild.

“They do it on purpose. Have to.” Toby said in the same tone rubbing his hands over his head. Your ass was perfectly round, barely covered on display, your tits pressed to Lauren’s back squished defining the word side boob, your skin looking incredibly smooth, moisturized with suncream reflecting in the sun.

“Yeah… they’re fit” Jobe said

“Jobe..” Jude said disapprovingly but then couldn’t hold in a loud laugh.

“Nah mate, you can’t look at my girl like that.” Trent laughed, covering Jobe's eyes dramatically. Wrapping his arms around him aggressively, toppling his body over with his. The boys all came back and laid dramatically on their chairs, towels, being loud, laughing, throwing things, the usual chaos that ensues when they congregate in any area. It wasn’t lost on you though that someone… had not gone back to their seat yet. You furrowed your brow a little confused and wet to peel yourself off Lauren but before you could you were plucked off her. Trent had grabbed you by your waist picking you abruptly. Your back pressed to his chest as your legs tried to kick loose.

“Sand! Sand! Sand!” You yelped “Ah ick! You’re wet and sandy! T, nooooo!” You yelled muddied in giggles.

“C’mon! You’re coming with me, yeah?” He said aloud, carrying you still. He eventually put you down and you turned around and slapped both your hands against his chest.

“That was… I’m all sandy now…” you pouted.

“I’m sorry, I'm sorry, baby.” He said incredibly insincere with a big cheeky smile on his face. He wasn’t sorry at all. He enjoyed the whole thing from start to finish. You weren’t actually upset but you didn’t love that your whole back was now wet and sandy thanks to him. “I’ll make it up to you.” You just rolled your eyes with a smile as you tried to reach behind you to brush some of the sand off.

“Are we actually going somewhere?” You cooed standing close to him now using your towel to clean yourself up.

“Yeah, I need you to take care of me, you promised you would.” He said with a sly grin recalling your suggestive comment earlier. You just nodded and started to gather your stuff. Trent came over and laced his hand with yours. You didn’t bother with your dress again so you looked up at him ready to go just in your skimpy bikini. “You’re staying just like that f’me” Trent cooed pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Mmkay. Have plans?” You asked with a big smile. He just winked at you and your heart skipped a beat. Even after dating for so long he still flirted with you and made you giddy. It was the best feeling.

“We’re gonna head back for a little, not sure if we’ll come back down… erm text us or something when you decide dinner.” Trent said to the group swinging your hand in his back and forth, taking your bag out of your other hand for him to carry.

“So they’re all good now I guess..” Marcel said, shaking his head watching you and Trent start to walk back up the beach.

“They fucked before Trent met you in the water so I’d say so.” Lauren cooed not looking at the boys, smiling following your path.

“Well that’s nice. Glad to now know that lovely bit of information, Lauren. Happy he could make the time for us” George chuckled sarcastically. “Not a shot they’re coming back before dinner” rolling his eyes.

“Alright, cool. Have fun! Be safe!” Jude yelled out for you to hear, laughing at his own remark.

“They’re definitely all good.” Toby joined in with a mischievous grin on his face. The boys were all very well aware of what you two were going back for.

“That’s nice.” Jobe said genuinely, blissfully in ignorance.

You nuzzled into Trent giggling while he whispered in your ear all the ‘plans’ he had for you two when you got home.

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[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 409: Bro I’m Straight Up Having a Good Time

Previously on BnHA: AFO murdered his brother like the mischievous knave he is. Bruce was all, “hey Kudou don’t look now but I think Yoichi might have given you his secret quirk that we didn’t know he had.” Kudou was all, “damn that’s wild, it almost feels like this is a pivotal moment that will change all our destinies forever, you’d think Horikoshi would have spent just a little more time elaborating on this but I GUESS NOT.” Back in the present day, AFO was all, “I’m just going to use all my quirks at once because fuck this kid,” and Katsuki was all, “lol oh shit.”

Today on BnHA: Kacchan is all, “okay, I know I should be hopelessly outclassed, but hear me out: what if I just win anyway. What if I just go ahead and blow his shit up, because this is the final battle, and this is what all of my character development has been building up to since day one. What if I just beat him, because I’m the guy who wins. Simple as that. What if I just kick his ass with my one quirk, and prove all the haters wrong.” Horikoshi is all, “okay, sure.” AFO is all, “wait, wha -- ”

oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my g

huh. well I wasn’t expecting to start tearing up less than two panels into this chapter but HERE WE ARE

I love that he’s screaming and crying with his balled up little fist right from the get go lol. he was born a pissed off baby

he’s so squishy

and so tiny!!!!?!?! !?!??!?!

and he was RAISED WITH LOVE. fucking thank you, lol. gonna print that out and frame it on my wall. turn it into a flashing neon sign to give me comfort any time I stumble across stray Mitsuki discourse lol

anyway. oh my goodness. if this is a sign of things to come, there’s a very strong possibility this chapter may destroy me. how exciting!!

yep. yep yep yep. this is for sure going to be the chapter that finally does me in. it’s been a great ride folks

you better not be thinking any thoughts about dying, young man. this had better be meant in the sense of “because I’ll be by your side supporting you instead”, as opposed to “because I will be a little pile of dust in about three seconds’ time oh shit”

(ETA: after finishing the rest of the chapter, I’m pretty sure it’s the former! the first flashback is a reference to his chapter 120 speech -- “even higher than you, Chosen One.” the second is a throwback to chapter 247, when he told Endeavor he only had his one quirk, but it was strong enough to do anything he wanted to do. and the third flashback is one he also had at Jakku when he sacrificed himself to push Izuku out of the way.

so to me, this reads like (1) a reminder of his determination to surpass Izuku and become the strongest hero; (2) foreshadowing for him defeating AFO with Explosion, the Little Quirk That Could; and (3) a reminder of his “origin.” that last one being important because nowadays it’s just as strong of a motivator as his original goal. back at the beginning of the series, all he cared about was being the strongest. now, though, he’s not just fighting for himself; he’s also fighting to atone, and he’s learned to put himself aside if necessary.

as for the dialogue, this reads like a continuation of his mental conversation with Izuku that he began in chapter 362 (“gotta win... right, Izuku?” “so, Izuku... can I still catch up to you?”), and then continued in chapter 406 (“for some reason, I feel like I could overtake you now”). so in that context, “I’ll no longer get in your way” basically means that he’s done chasing Izuku, and that he’s caught up now and can hold his own. his determination to get stronger hasn’t wavered. his confidence in his own quirk and his own skills hasn’t wavered. and his resolve to atone for everything he did to Izuku is as strong as ever. put those all together, and we have the recipe for quite a spectacular redemption fight. his follow-up to chapter 362.

because earlier when he fought Tomura/AFO, he was basically just trying to buy time. no one ever planned or expected him to have to face the Big Bad one-on-one; that was supposed to be Izuku’s job. he was only meant to be there as support. and in the end he wasn’t strong enough, and he nearly died. and rather than being able to support Izuku, he ended up being used against him.

but this time is different. he’s no longer the decoy, the distraction. he’s no longer the pebble. he won’t get in Izuku’s way, because this time he’s going to be strong enough to win the fight. he’s going to hold his own, and get the job done.

so yeah. “I won’t get in your way” = “you can depend on me”, basically. because he’s become that guy at last. the guy who shows up in the clutch and wins the day. the hero he always wanted to be. good stuff.)

OH MY GOD

once again, just really solid hero advice from All Might here. there’s a reason he’s the GOAT

lol but in all seriousness it does tug at my heart to see him shouting so desperately at this kid. especially knowing that he’s presumably feeling the same pride and awe that I am, but with a lot more heart-stopping terror mixed in because unlike me, All Might doesn’t know that Kacchan is actually going to live forever. he narrated chapter 285, All Might, have a little faith

AFO is the extra-est mfer to ever live. but also it really tickles me to think that Kacchan pissed him off THIS much. it’s kind of an honor in a way

of course his plan is to simply just blow AFO up. of fucking COURSE it is. maybe there will be brain cells later on in this chapter, but for now who even needs them lol

OH MY GOD?!?

DID THIS MOTHERFUCKER JUST BLOW THE FUCK UP FROM THE INSIDE?? am I seeing this right?? DID KACCHAN JUST SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST ALL FOR ONE WITH HIS MIND

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

(ETA: shoutout to AFO for being so analytical when I personally would have just been screaming, “OH MY GOD MY FUCKING EYEBALLS AHHHHHHHHHH.”)

THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING THOUGH!! HIS POWER WASN’T DONE AWAKENING YET, APPARENTLY??

oh no wait it’s even better. this isn’t Awakening at all, this is just Katsuki playing 5D chess

so he actually did have brain cells the whole time then! Katsuki I sincerely apologize. you somehow had the presence of mind to make a goddamn minefield even in the midst of all of this hullaballoo

AND HE’S HUMBLE TOO LMAO

it’s true!! I’m people!! please ignore the multitude of times I’ve previously called him a dumbass, including earlier in this very chapter lol

hahahahaha yesssssssss

this chapter is incredibly validating for a number of reasons. I’m going to attempt to remain calm about it. but I’m enjoying this a lot ngl

oh AFO

:D :D :D

(ETA: you know what, I actually do have more to say about this. because I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve debated with people about this very thing, lol. for a while there post-Jakku it was just constant pessimism about Kacchan’s future in the manga. all this stuff about how Katsuki doesn’t have a main villain. Katsuki isn’t important enough. Katsuki is being phased out. Katsuki isn’t strong enough. Katsuki’s done developing. Katsuki’s just a joke character now. Katsuki’s just the damsel in distress. Katsuki’s always going to be second fiddle to Izuku. etc. etc. etc.

and then this chapter -- this whole entire fight, really -- comes along, and it’s just nonstop rebuttals, lol. and it’s not just that he’s proving all the negativity wrong. it’s that he doesn’t even care about any of that. AFO is out here trying to goad him with that same “YOU’RE JUST A SIDE CHARACTER” bait, and in response Katsuki just hits him with a Howitzer and tells him to shut the fuck up. AFO thinks he can get to him by being petty, because AFO still sees him as the bratty kid from the Sports Festival. but the present day Katsuki has long since moved past all of that, and no longer gives a fuck whether or not he shares the spotlight. unlike AFO, who never lost his childish egotism, Katsuki has learned to see outside himself, and the resulting growth has made him a bigger badass than AFO could ever hope to be.)

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ouch

HAHAHAHAHA

bro I’m straight up having a good time. this recap is gonna suck this week because there’s absolutely no commentary I can think of to add other than “I’M REALLY ENJOYING THIS, THIS IS GREAT”

I want to take this entire chapter and get it tattooed on my face

sorry AFO. this must really suck for you

lmao. is that all Kacchan. tell him how you really feel

OH MY GOD NO WAY LOL

so, fun fact, I literally just read chapter 385 last night lmao. most fortunate timing I’ve ever had, holy shit

okay so lemme just add some more thoughts on this one really quick

Hawks deserves all the nice things in the world and I’m so sad I can’t give them to him, but at least he gets this. sweet sassy revenge

I am once again calling everyone’s attention to the fact that AFO continues to be his own undoing. congrats on screwing yourself over bucko

Kacchan’s sleeve ripping up Deku-style is once again making my Plus OFA Theory senses all tingly. it probably is just a coincidence and has nothing to do with OFA, but I can’t unassociate it now, so I’m just gonna sit here and read as much into it as possible

if I had a nickel for every time AFO’s eyes blew up in this chapter, I would have two nickels, and that is way too many fucking nickels jesus christ

ever since he came back from the dead, Kacchan’s been doing this thing where he is just really pretty at all times, even when he is being a gremlin. and honestly it’s taken some getting used to, although I’m not complaining

but like in this panel especially, it just really stands out to me how even his “GRYAHHH I’M GONNA KILL YA!!!” face somehow has this really cool, intense, piercing glare now and he no longer looks like a baby troll when he does this kind of thing lol

OH FUCK YEAH

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“THERE’S NO WAY I COULD’VE WON THIS ALONE.” OMG. THAT KACCHAN CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT JUST HITS DIFFERENT EVERY DAMN TIME, I SWEAR

he and Hawks basically pulled a “you hold him and I’ll punch” lol. thanks for the assist Hawks

Mitsuki and Masaru being all, “my little baby boy!!” and “HOLY SHIT”, respectively, sent me all the way to the moon lmao

HELLO THERE YOICHI? fancy running into you here. just chilling out over in this montage of people close to Bakugou who are watching him kick ass. did you take a wrong turn, mayhap. you’re not inside of AFO, we know that much. and Deku, much as I’m sure he’d love to have a front row seat to all this, seems to have his hands full dealing with Tomura right now, sadly

so all of that does seem to raise an interesting question, no? where did you come from just now, and why? and when Kacchan says he’s not alone, is there perhaps more truth to that statement than even he knows? or am I once again just reading way too much into this lmao

anyway so yeah! that sure was fun. and with the end of the year approaching and back-to-back two-week chapter breaks coming up, I have a chance to do the funniest thing of all time, and still not manage to catch up, lol. nah but I’m gonna try my best though. pretty sure I should be able to manage

[sleep-0-deprived]

Bad habits

Muzan Kibutsuji x male reader. Warning NSFW minors dni. Slight breeding kink,sir kink, degrading, butt plugs

You knew loving him was nothing more than a nasty habit but you just couldn’t help coming back even after you found out he cheated on you, you still came back because he was nothing short of intoxicating every little thing about him drawed you closer and made you fall all over again so it was no shock that you came straight back to him after every fight. “Ahh~” the male screamed as he arched his back “and I thought you said you hated me look at you screaming and asking for more” muzan said with a snake like grin “ngh ahh~” the male let out loud moans as the man thrusted his fingers in the much younger males hole “such a slut already overstimulated just off my finger’s”. “I can’t take anymore ngh~” the male barley able to speak said “ oh honey the night has just begun and you haven’t even taken my cock yet” Muzan said with a demeaning tone “I’m going to ahh~” the younger male came on the bed with one more thrust of Muzan’s fingers “tch such a bratty boy soiling the sheets and cumming without my permission what do you have to say for your self?” Muzan said in a loud angry tone “I’m sorry sir” the male said as he looked the black haired man in the eyes “well sorry isn’t going to cut it baby boy get on all fours” the demon king said with a demanding voice that made the h/c boy hard all over again. Every degrading word that came out of the older demons mouth went straight to y/n’s cock and he loved it. “Yes sir” the male said as he hurriedly got on all four’s “since your slutty hole is already stretched you don’t need to be prepped” Muzan said as he thrusted in to the male under him “ahh fuck it feels so big~ Muzan gripped the younger male’s hips so hard that there will bruises the next day as he continues to thrust in to the male that is to cock drunk to speak “Aaaahh ngh~ Mu~ Zaan~” the smaller male moaned as he felt Muzan hit his prostate “fa ahh sterr ahh~” Muzan gripped the male’s thighs as he picked up the speed “I’m going to fuck you until you get pregnant with my kids” these words made names dick throb as he was being roughly fucked “ngh ahh~” the smaller male said in response to the harsh words Muzan said he knew he was close and so was muzan as he felt Muzan twitch inside him. “I’m close Muzan grunted” Muzan picked up the pace trying to chase his high “I’m gonna ahhh~” name shot his load on the black haired man’s chest. “Fuck~” Muzan grunted as he thrusted one more time and filled name’s hole with his seed name and Muzan panted as they came down from their high. Muzan pulled out of the smaller man’s hole and grabbed a butt plug from the table “so you don’t wast any of my seed” Muzan said as he grinned at the fucked out and bruised male “ngh~” the male moaned as the demon roughly shoved the plug in his hole the h/c male knew running back to the man was a bad habit but it felt so good every time.