#plus hook as a heel would eat anyway

[hotgirlgraps]

hook vs jericho next week, this is me begging for hook to turn on him

[migueloharaslave]

WARNING!!!!!!!!! NSFW WILL OCCUR HERE SO SKIP IT IF U WANT OR WHATEVER (obv it's not the best cuz im still new to this pookies)🗣🤪🫶

"You always do this shit. Why do you keep asking me that?" Shawn groaned in annoyance as he slammed the refrigerator door.

"Well I can't help it. Sometimes it just feels like you don't even love me anymore. You haven't even took me on a date in a fucking year." You choked back tears as you studied his movements. Shawn then decided to walk up to you, he pushed you down onto a chair, pointing a finger at you. "You're a bitch. You constantly fucking say 'do you even love me anymore?' Of course I fucking do. I don't take you on dates because your always busy with that dumb job. Plus, I think your cheating. Who's that guy you've been texting.. Miguel? Yeah, you didn't think I saw that on your phone? What fucking guy asks a girl 'You free tonight?' You got something you wanna tell me?"

You stared up at him, you felt tears form in your eyes as you stared at him. "M-Miguel is a friend. He's just a friend I've met at work! I wouldn't cheat on you and you know that. I see him nothing more than a close friend. Sometimes we hangout and eat dinner together that's it." You choked back your tears as she you stared at him, fidgeting with the bottom of your shirt.

"Uh-huh. Whatever you fucking say. I'm going out, don't call me." Shawn scoffed as he stormed off out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

You stared off into the distance before bursting out into tears, all these bottled up emotions were now coming out. You've been dealing with this toxic relationship for so long.. You didn't know how to get out of it though. You felt so attached to him.. emotionally. He's the only boy to ever lay eyes on you, sure you may had a huge glow up since highschool, but deep down you still felt insecure. You sniffed as your last few tears dropped, then you heard your phone vibrate against the table, you picked it up and saw it was Miguel. You wiped your tears away as you cleared your throat and answered.

"Hey." You said in a soft voice.

"Hey.. You sound weird. Are you alright?" Miguel responded, furrowing his brows at the tone of your voice.

"Yeah, just allergies." You giggled.

"Yknow.. If anything is bothering you, you can always talk to me." Miguel spoke in a stern voice.

"I-.."

"Tell me."

"I don't know.. I just don't want anything bad to happen."

"Nothing is going to happen, I wouldn't let a thing happen to you. Talk to me."

"It's my boyfriend."

Miguel scoffed.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Well anyways, Shawn is accusing me of cheating. Just because we hang out. He thinks just because you asked me if im free tonight that I'm hooking up with you or some shit, it's annoying. I would never cheat, I love him so much."

"Oh... I see. So, he's jealous of me?"

"I guess."

Miguel smirked, "He's jealous because I'm treating you the way any other man would treat a wonderful woman like you. 8 years together and still no ring, he's not worth it. Not at all."

"But I love him. He's just going through a lot.."

"And he takes his anger out on you."

"Well.. I don't mind."

"Are you being serious right now?"

"Yes, I'm not a good girlfriend to him anyways."

"Whatever, stop talking about him. Let's focus on us, hm?"

"Yeah.."

"Great. Soo.. still gonna go out with me tonight?"

"We're not going out together. We're two friends hanging out."

"Still, you wanna go? I have no plans.. "

"Yeah, I'm going still."

"Great, I'll pick you up."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye." You hung up.

"Love you too." Miguel whispered at his phone. He sighed and sat it down on the table. He chewed on the inside of his cheek. God, he was head over heels for you. Although you two barely even met, he felt so close to you already. Call him obsessed with the way he remembers every single detail. Miguel stood up, and walked over to a window, looking out at the city. He had a great paying job, which was the reason he would be able to afford all of those dates. And there should be no surprise that he lives in a penthouse, his apartment was black and red themed, definitely gave off a romantic vibe.

..You put on a white sweater with a casual jean skirt along with white legwarmers to give it a more cozy vibe, and black boots to top off the outfit, the outfit was cute so of course you did a half up half down hairstyle while slipping a white bow in your hair. You were fixing your lashes that you were putting on before you heard the doorbell ring, you gasped when you knew it was Miguel. "Shit!" You scattered around the room to find your purse, you snatched it up when you found it laying on the ground. You made sure to spray yourself with some perfume before dashing out to the door. You took a deep breath before opening it, looking up.. you saw Miguel.

Miguel.. That man knew how to take your breath away. He wore a white sweater and jeans.. just like you did. You glanced down at what was in his arms.. purple roses?

"Heh, seemed like we decided to match." Miguel chuckled to himself as he invited himself in ,walking past you  he looked around, peeked around the corner, then back at you. Scrunching up his nose he asked, "Where's that boyfriend of yours?"

"He went out.." You closed the door and bit your lip as you watched him, eyes examining his strong build before he handed you the flowers.

"Purple roses, just like you told me you liked. I thought since you liked the color purple and roses that'll I'll get you both instead." Miguel hummed.

"Thank you, they're beautiful." You smiled to yourself, you grabbed a empty vase, feeling it with a little bit of water. You sat it down on the middle of the table, taking the roses out of the plastic before slipping them into the vase smiling at them.

Miguel looked at you, his eyes seemed to narrow as he watched the way you moved across the kitchen. You were kinda like a swan, all graceful and soft with your movements better yet you could be a goddess. A goddess who deserves more in her life then some poor idiot. Miguel scoffed and looked off to the side as he just thought about your boyfriend, the way he treated you.. he hated it.

"What's wrong? You look upset." You looked at him before stepping close to him. Miguel turned his head to look back into those eyes of yours, he licked his lips as he felt his throat go dry.

"Nothing." Miguel closed his eyes and sighed, that vanilla perfume you wore was starting to drive him crazy. "Let's go, Hopefully you don't mind walking. It's not too far from your apartment."

"Fine with me." You smiled.

You two made your way out of the apartment making your way down the streets of Nueva York, the streets were crowded so you held onto Miguel's arm as in hopes to not lose him. Soon, you two made it to the restaurant. It seemed to be a fun little colorful spot filled with laughter and a live jazz band playing.

Your eyes widened with excitement at the vibes this whole place gave off, it was so colorful.. it smelled absolutely amazing, there was nothing but happiness all around. You and Miguel found a spot to sit next to near the band so you could watch them play.

Miguel pulled out your chair, when you sat down, he pushed it in before sitting down himself. He watched you as you smiled watching the band play, seeing your smile.. the way your smile stretched across ear from ear, the way your dimples showed. It felt like he was trapped. Trapped in this curse you had put on him, he bit his lip as you looked over at him, you two locking eyes. He felt his heart pound in his chest, only God knows how long he has been staring at you.

You looked up as a waiter walked over with a big grin, handing you two a menu. "Hello, hopefully you two are enjoying your evening so far. I'll be your waiter, any drinks I can start you guys off with. We have soda, water, some wine.. and don't miss out on our little deal for couples!"

"Oh we're not a couple. Just friends." Miguel cleared his throat, you nodded your head in agreement.

"..Oh. Well, how about you skip over that deal." The waiter chuckled nervously.

"Uhh.. I'll have a coke. You, Miguel?" You smiled at him.

" I'll have iced tea." He looked back at you.

"Okay, okay.. I'll get those ready right quick!" The waiter walked off.

"Thank you for bringing me here. I like it.. It's been awhile since my boyfriend and I been out together, it just feels nice to not be trapped in that apartment." You sighed as you looked into the distance.

Miguel reached his hand across the table, placing his hand on top of yours. He dragged his thumb across the back of your soft hands. "Leave him."

"What?" Your frowned at him. "That's a weird thing to say." You laughed.

"No, I'm being serious."  Miguel squeezed your hand, "I.. I think I'm in love with you. You're so beautiful and just overall perfect, someone like him doesn't deserve you. I can treat your better, I wanna be yours."

You stared into his eyes as you listened to his love confession, you shook your head. "No.. No I can't. Miguel.. I have feelings for you too but I just can't leave Shawn. He's.. He's my boyfriend, he's the only guy I've ever been with."

"Let me be the second and last guy you'll ever be with."

"Miguel." You cocked a eyebrow at him.

"Y/N." Again, he rolled your name off of his tongue in such a way that it made your body ache for him.

The waiter came over and sat your drinks down, holding up her notepad as she smiled at you both. "What can I get for ya?"

..About a good hour and a half later, you and Miguel were walking down the street. "Wanna come over to my place, maybe we can watch a movie or two..?"

"Sounds nice" you smiled softly.

"Great. Let me call a uber."

And after a good ten minutes, you finally arrived at his place. When he opened the door, you gasped. "Oh my god.. It's like a vampire lives here." You joked, looking around. Everything was so nice, way better than your old apartment. You started to walk around, dragging your hands along the wall as you made your way over to the window that overlooked the city. It was night, so the city lights were so bright, everything looked like dream as if it could take your breath away.

Miguel followed you, moving to stand right behind you. "Nice, isn't it?"

"Yeah.." You whispered, looking up at him.

Miguel brushed a strand of hair out of your face as you two locked eyes, his lips parted as his heart nearly skipped a beat. He felt as if his heart was running laps around his lungs as if it was going to do a back as if.. and something soft touched his lips before he knew. Suddenly, his hands found their way to your waist, pushing you closer.

You wrapped your arms around Miguel's neck, closing your eyes as you leaned into the kiss. It was so passionate, you had to part your lips just to deepen the kiss. The feel his hands on your waist was driving you crazy.

Suddenly, Miguel pulled away, He stared into your eyes. "God you drive me crazy.."

"Where's your bedroom?" You asked with a smirk on your face. Suddenly your at home life didn't exist, suddenly Shawn didn't exist. Suddenly Miguel was the only man you wanted, suddenly.. you were in his bed.

You two continued to kiss, practically trying to eat each other's face off at this point. You were desperately lifting Miguel's shirt up, trying to get a glimpse of those muscles. Miguel pulled away, lifting up his sweater and tossing it aside. He exposed those strong abs along with those strong pecs, god the way his body slimmed down at his waist honestly drove you crazy. You bit your lip as you caressed those strong arms of his giggling as you sat up, allowing Miguel to take off your sweater too.

Miguel leaned in, pecking kisses along your neck. He mumbled soft praises along your tender skin, hands on your waist dragging down to your skirt. You couldn't help but feel desperate, the way he unbuttoned your skirt with ease, nearly tearing it off he finally toss them aside, exposing your panties to him. Miguel kissed your ankle before pecking kisses down to your inner thigh, he looked up at you with hungry eyes. He licked his lips as he leaned forward, catching your lips in a kiss once again as he brought his hand down, pressing his palms against your clothed cunt

You let out a small whimper in response which caused him to chuckle. You felt your body heat up as you started to grind your hips against his hand, god how long has it been.. your boyfriend hadn't touched you in what felt like forever, better yet he never made sex feel this exciting. Miguel's pulled out off the kiss to catch his breath, his eyes narrowed as he stared into your eyes. He hummed as he leaned down, pecking kiss down until he reached your lace trimmed panties, he pulled them down gently. He looked up at you, smiling softly. "Tell me when I should stop. I want to make you feel good, not hurt you. You're everything to me.. I want you to have every good thing in this world, mi amor." His words was so smoothing and comforting, the way he talked drove you crazy.

You bit down on your lip as you sat up on your elbows watching the way he propped your legs up on his shoulder. You gripped down onto the sheet when you felt him lick at your slit, your voice hitched when his tongue started to circle around your clit. "M-Miguel.." You whispered, bringing you hand down to grip onto his hair as he started to gently suck on your clit. Miguel pulled away and giggled, dragging his tongue along your clit before pushing it inside of you drove you crazy  the way he gently pushed in it out, flicking against your pulsing walls.. everything was pushing you to the edge.

Suddenly, Miguel grew bold, which is exactly why he pushed a single fingers inside, watching your reaction before he slipped a second inside. "Oh g-god.." You cried as you leaned your head back, your walls clenching around his fingers. Miguel started to thrust his fingers in and out at a gentle pace, then he started speeding up as he leaned in and started sucking your clit again. He looked up at you, watching the way you reacted to the way he made you feel.. you were so beautiful, the way your chest heaved when you took a deep breath.. he couldn't help but chuckle.

Suddenly, his pace quickened even more, his pace quickened suddenly and you let out a cry. "M-Miguel..!" You cried out his name, gripping onto the silk sheets of his bed, wrapping your legs around his head as you groaned. "I'm.. I'm gonna c-come.." You whined. You felt your thigh twitched, biting down on your lip you threw your head back, crying with pleasure. Suddenly, just as you were getting close, it all stopped.

Miguel had pulled away, "Not yet." He spoke softly, leaning in and gently kissing you, making you taste yourself on his lips. "But.. Please, Miguel.." You whined.

Miguel smirked as he leaned over, "You might as well get ready.." He grabbed a condom from the night stand, "It's gonna be a long night."

..After a night of nonstop loud moans and the sound of skin slapping against each other, it was finally morning.. and oh boy you woke up to something crazy. Not Miguel, but your boyfriend or.. ex spam calling your phone. You groaned as you sat up, glancing over at Miguel who was still sound asleep. "My god.." You hissed as you felt your thighs feel numb as you tried to stand up. Maybe you should start doing yoga again because you were not ready for this. You grabbed your phone and sighed, you stood up and answered the phone.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? You haven't been answering your fucking phone, You weren't at the fucking apartment. Your friends said you aren't with them. Where the fuck are you? Huh? Answer me damnit." Shawn grinned his teeth to try and keep his composure.

Just as you felt tears fill up your eyes.. and just as you were about to speak, Miguel snatched your phone. "Hello?" Miguel asked.

"Who the fuck is this? Why the fuck are you with my girlfriend?"

"..The same guy she told you not to worry about." Miguel hung up the phone.

[scarlettriot]

Along for the Ride PT 1

Pairing: KirishimaxF!Reader

Summary: A drunken mistake had you marking the little Plus One box to your snobby cousin's wedding. Kirishima told you not to worry, if you couldn't find a date, he'd go with you. When the wedding gets moved up, there's absolutely no time to find a date and you're now about to be traveling to America with Kirishima on a private jet no less, dreading having him meet your rude and impossibly arrogant family.

Contains: Kirishima and Reader both come from very well-off families. Plus-Sized Reader. Fluff. Hurt/Comfort.

Warnings: Kinda smutty for a minute. Minors DNI. Drunken Sex. TW: Manipulative Family Relationships. TW: Body Image Issues

A/N: This story has been rolling around in my head for a while now. I might rewrite this and repost. Or I might just post the whole thing soon. I dunno yet. It does get smuttier.

Word Count: 4,974

"What's up with Y/N?"

Eijiro stepped out of the locker room with a towel slung over his shoulder and made his way into the kitchenette where Mina was chugging a bottle of water before getting back to her patrol. His eyes were trained on their mutual friend out on the patio, pacing.

You had your phone pressed to your ear, the high neck of your hero costume unzipped to your collarbone and he noticed your gloves discarded on a chair.

"No clue." Mina shrugged. "She got back from patrol and she noticed a bunch of missed calls from her mom. She's been out there, flailing on the phone for the last fifteen minutes now."

The three of you had met in your second year at UA when you transferred into their class and were quickly accepted by their little squad of friends. You were a bit quiet at first but quickly found comfort in the group. Eijiro had grown especially close to you when you both interned with Fat Gum.

Late nights traveling on the train back to school, a few close calls while helping patrol, and days spent playing cards while you both healed up in the hospital left plenty of time for Eijiro to get to know you better than most. It was how he knew you had a pretty bad relationship with your family, why you hated returning home for the holidays almost as much as you hated any and all forms of tomatoes.

He considered going out there just to see if there was anything he could do but before he had the chance, you were sliding the glass door open. "Oh, good, you're back." He offered you a bottle of water for your throat that he assumed was sore after that argument. "I- um- can I borrow you for a second? Alone?"

Mina snorted a laugh. "If you guys wanna bang it out on the counter you can just say so. I gotta go to work anyways."

Eijiro threw the towel at her as she left the room leaving you two alone. "What's goin' on?"

You hoisted yourself up on the countertop while he leaned against the fridge. "You remember my cousin's wedding that's happening this winter?"

He nodded. He vividly remembered the both of you getting waste a few weeks ago when you were filling out the RSVP and accidentally marking 'plus one'. Then you ran around trying to find White Out but he'd told you if you didn't find a date or have a significant other by the time of the wedding, he'd just go with you.

You argued that your family was bat shit crazy, had more money than they could spend in their lifetime and because of that, they were among some of the rudest people you knew, and you didn't want Eijiro or anyone else around that.

The thing was, Eijiro already knew that and was still okay with going. He came from money too. A lot of it. His family was just more welcoming than yours, the wealth never really going to their heads. But, he reminded you that he'd ran into enough people like those in your family that he knew how to handle them. You finally agreed to let him accompany you, leaving the plus one box checked but the name line blank.

"Well, my cousin just found out that surprise, she's pregnant! And, obviously, she can't have a wedding while seven months along so they've decided to move the wedding up to this weekend."

He nearly choked on his own spit. "This weekend? As in four days from now?"

"Yup! Saturday at 4 in the evening. Oh! No one's supposed to know she's pregnant either. So, I'm just supposed to compliment her on how flattering her dress looks, how thin she is," Your hands strangled the water bottle between them, "And I have to find something flattering to my figure because my mother has seen me in my hero outfit and she's so glad I wear a mask because if anyone knew her daughter ran around looking like I do, well, it'd ruin her!"

You massaged your temples circling back to the actual point, "Anyways, I just wanted to bitch for a sec and let you know you're off the hook since four days is just a little short notice and I told her my plus one wouldn't be able to get the time off that fast."

He pushed off the fridge. "Well, wait, hang on! I'm not letting you go in alone to deal with them! Hell no! You need backup!" You looked almost taken aback by his abruptness, "Yeah. I can work this out. Is the wedding at the same place it was supposed to be or has it moved?"

"No, it's still that fancy lodge in California. I was planning on leaving Friday morning and then coming back either Sunday night or Monday morning since my mother insists I go to their brunch the following day. But, Eijiro, I already have this weekend off..."

"Denki owes me a favor or twelve. He's supposed to be off this weekend too, I'll just see if he can cover me."

"And if he can't?"

"Then..." He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, "Y/N, am I feeling warm to you? I think I might be starting a fever!"

You folded your arms, shaking your head, "Thought you said lying isn't manly."

"Technically, correct. But, what would be real unmanly is for me to let you deal with your family's bullshit all alone." You watched him closely, "To be honest, I'm sure we could just explain you had a family thing come up and asked me to come along for moral support. I don't really think anyone would think twice about it. Hell, you took a few days off to console me when my turtle died suddenly!"

"Eiji, you refused to eat."

"And you brought me my favorite dumplings! Same thing!"

You might have shaken your head at him but your arms opened wide. The telltale sign you wanted affection. He walked forward, consuming you in a tight hug. Your arms latched around his neck, face buried in the hollow of his throat. "You're the best."

"I just do what I can."

>>><<<

You should have canceled. Instead of Eijiro faking sick to get out of work, you should have faked it with your mother so you didn't have to go in the first place. You crumpled to the floor of your bedroom in pure frustration amidst the twenty or so outfits and dozen pairs of shoes you'd thrown out of your closet trying to find something that your mother would deem appropriate.

It wasn't your fault you had a fuller figure. You worked out, ate right, not to mention your job kept you very active, and yet your, hips, ass, and breasts were by no means subtle.

Your mother had also insisted on the dress being floor-length and modern, "Do try not wearing all black. It's a wedding, not a funeral. And, get your hair looking natural, please." And, just like that, 70% of your wardrobe was out the window!

"It's open!" You called from the floor when the doorbell rang.

"You really should lock this." Mina tutted, walking through the door with a bag full of takeout.

"I do. At night."

"Honey, it's 9 PM."

"Night like bedtime."

Mina just rolled her eyes and walked into your tiny kitchen. "I see the dress hunt is going well."

"I actually figured it out!" You got off the floor, careful not to step on a heel as you made your way to the pink haired woman, "I'm just gonna go in my birthday suit. I figured, my mother made my body technically therefore she can't disapprove of it. Because, you know, she's never done anything wrong in her life!"

Your best friend snorted out a laugh and passed you the take-out container stuffed full of stir fry. "you're a wonderful person, you know that?" You loved the fact Mina didn't even have to ask what you wanted.

"If you'd just move closer to work then you could pick it up yourself and I wouldn't have to bring it to you."

"Too expensive." You declared after a mouthful. "You pay almost twice as much as I do per month and I just don't see the point. I have damn near the same amount of space you do for half the cost!"

You adored your small one-bedroom apartment. It was perfect. Right above a bakery that you visited each morning after your run and a little balcony that provided you with the most stunning view of the sunset.

"You and Kiri, I swear." Mina just shook her head and curled up with her food on the loveseat. "I thought he'd end up with the biggest house out of us all the moment we started making that real Pro money. You've seen his parent's house. It's massive! You could get lost in that place!"

Eijiro's place was barely bigger than your own. He lived in the same condo he had since you'd graduated UA, claiming it was perfect for him in each and every way. But, you knew that he donated a sizable amount of his paycheck every month to charities, the same as you. With savings to spare, neither of you saw the point in hoarding it and therefore the small condo was all he could afford with what he actually kept.

"Just don't understand how a guy that big can live in such a tiny little space. At least with you, it's you know, physically feasible."

Eijiro's bedroom was barely large enough to fit the king-sized bed the man needed to sleep comfortably and even then, his feet were dangerously close to dangling off the bed. And, as if the man's ears were burning, your cell phone went off under a pile of discarded shoes.

Shark-E: Figured out your dress situation? If not, I'm just gonna pack like ten different ties and hope for the best.

You: Yeah! I totally did! I'm just gonna wear this birthday suit I got and call it a night.

You chuckled at your own joke all over again. Watching the grey ellipses appear and then vanish, appear and vanish again. After a third time, you took pity on the man.

You: Joking, Ei. I still don't have it figured out but Mina's over so, hopefully, she can help.

Shark-E: Gonna give me a damn heart attack! Seriously, I wouldn't put it past you just to see the look on your mom's face. Tell Mina hi and good luck to you. I vote the dress from the Hero Gala two years ago.

You: Hi from Mina. Can't. Too much boobs.

Shark-E: You take that back right now! There is NEVER such a thing as too much boobs!

You chuckled to yourself, putting your phone down, and then finished off the last of your delicious dinner, thinking about the dress Eijiro mentioned.

You wondered if maybe there was a way you could make the thing work but it was so very low cut. So much tape had been used to make sure no slips happened but damn was it worth it! The beaded bodice with the sparkling long sleeves, gods, how you loved that dress.

"I'm inclined to agree with our shark boy. You're busty, who gives a damn. You looked hot as hell in that dress."

"My mother, that's who. As much as I'd like to not give a flying fuck what she thinks, for some dumb reason, I do. On top of her telling me that the amount of cleavage I would show would be vastly inappropriate for a wedding, she'd also say the way it hugs my hips makes them look too fat."

Mina rolled her eyes. "She's such a piece of work." Pushing herself up, she held her arms out to you, wiggling little pink fingers for you to take. "Come on then. Let's get you sorted."

"What about that one you wore to the charity art thingy with Kyoka last winter? The one with the silver top."

"Silver is too close to white." You called out from within your closet.

"What! Not true!"

"You know that. I know that. Every person with two brain cells knows that, which is why most of my family does not know that."

"Fine..." She whined and started sifting through the opposite end of your closet. "Oh, what about this?" Mina waved about the blue and green plaid skirt that made up your uniform from your middle school days when you lived in America. "Please try this on. I'm begging!"

You were pretty sure it wouldn't even go over your thighs anymore.

"It's got a better chance of fitting you!"

Mina threw it at you anyway. Slipping off the sweats you wore, somehow, someway, you were able to tug it on AND get it zipped, barely. It no longer covered your ass but you still enjoyed the way it swished around when you wiggled your hips.

"You could be fulfilling so many people's fantasies right now." Mina mused.

You pulled the skirt off and sweats back on, throwing the former back at her. "Yeah, you can take it and go fulfill Hanta's fantasies if you like. Not like I've got anyone to impress." You pulled down a dress you bought on sale a year ago but Mina was quick to dismiss it.

Too puffy, she said and then held up one that was from Momo. "I needed to get it shortened and I don't have time for that now."

"Wait..." She hummed and dropped the Momo dress. "I know what it should be!"

Mina hurried through the closet, grumbling about not finding it. "Just tell me which dress and I can tell you where it's at."

"It's that one you got for grad night and then you got sick and couldn't go!"

"Mina, Mina I can't wear that! That's actual vintage, not like, made-to-look-vintage!"

"But it's so elegant and has that off-the-shoulder sleeve thing. The wedding is at a damn sky lodge! It'll look so pretty in the snow! Ah! Found it!"

She yanked up the long, elegant gown from the garment bag you'd never removed it from. There wasn't a single wrinkle in the burgundy fabric. It looked just as beautiful as the day you found it in that second-hand store, on a mannequin with gaudy stage jewels that you just had to buy so the look was complete.

You ran the back of your hand over the velvety fabric, soft to the touch. "It'll be too tight now. If I was the same size I was at graduation-"

"Bullshit!" Mina cut you off with a dismissive hand, "You've got hips now. We aren't 18 anymore! It's not like it's some clubbing dress. And I bet no one would say a damn thing about your figure if they knew how easily you could crush them with those thighs!"

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. Without quirks, you gave every single one of your classmates a run for their money in hand to hand. Most were fairly easy to beat. You could usually take down Eijiro in about five or six minutes and Katsuki in half the time. Funny enough, it was Ochaco that gave you the hardest time.

"I'll consider it. But help me find something else just in case."

>>><<<

It was another two hours before you finally agreed on an a-line, empire waist green and gold number that had been the bridesmaid's dresses for Tetsutetsu's wedding. Mina thought they were a crime the first time they had to wear them, she had no idea what you were thinking.

That's why the moment you were preoccupied with trying to find yet another dress for the Sunday brunch, Mina pulled out her phone.

You: DO NOT, under any circumstances, allow Y/N to wear the green dress. She's bringing two because she can't decide. Red is the winner!

Jaws: Aw, come on. If she likes it, let her wear whatever she's comfortable in. She'll be under enough stress already.

You: Kirishima, it's the dress from Tetsu's wedding. The one that looks sparkly baby food.

It took him a second to respond.

Jaws: Alright. Understood. I thought you guys looked good but damn, she hated that dress.

You: We all did.

Mina looked at the message chain again and couldn't help but asked, "Are we just gonna ignore the fact that you and Eiji are flying all the way to America, last minute, to attend a wedding together, even though you're not together?"

"We've flown to the states before."

"For work!" She sat up eagerly. "This is different, Y/N! This is a date and not just a, like, casual date but a wedding date!"

You poked your head out of the closet. "No, it isn't. This is a friend helping another friend who stupidly mismarked an RSVP." You corrected very plainly but Mina wasn't one to give up so easily.

She whined, dragging out your name, "You guys have been doing this thing for ages. Why do you have to be so stubborn about it all!"

"What's that supposed to mean!"

Mina started ticking off points on her fingers. "He was the first person you opened up to at UA. You saved his life when he was busy saving Katsuki's life second year. You spent all that time interning together, became sidekicks together. Went to America together for three whole months, ALONE, and you honestly expect me to think there's nothing between the two of you!"

The truth of it all was simple really; 17 year old you had a massive crush on Eijiro Kirishima. He was sweet, always listening to you, providing comfort when you needed it, and always encouraging you to push your limits. He was bright and honest, a little slow in the head from time to time but that made him all the more endearing.

He was also head over heels in love with Katsuki Bakugo.

It was why you never made a move. Never spoke a word of the feelings you harbored. You didn't dare to cross that line with him because you couldn't ever hold a candle to the explosive man.

In the three years Eijiro and Katsuki spent together, your brain finally started registering Eijiro as just a friend, nothing more, and certainly nothing less. You thought your heart had followed suit but it was becoming more and more apparent that wasn't the case. Because the night he showed up at your door, tears in his ruby eyes, every lock you put on your heart broke open.

The same way you couldn't hold a candle to Katsuki, Eijiro couldn't hold one to Izuku. You knew exactly what he was feeling even if you never intended to tell him. Too overcome with fear. If Katsuki came back... that'd be it. Eijiro would go back and you wouldn't even blame him!

Still, the redhead consumed a decent chunk of your heart though, you couldn't deny that after the three months you spent together in America, gathering intel on a smuggling ring, living in the same apartment. The groggy, 'good mornings' when his voice was still scratchy with sleep, hair falling in his eyes. The late nights bandaging wounds and killing cheap bottles of wine while watching terrible American reality shows.

It was those bottles of wine that did you in on your second to last night in America. Supplying you with courage and draining your sense of reason, allowing you to crawl onto his lap, into his arms. You could still remember the pressure of his lips on yours, those sharp teeth gently dragging along your lower lip.

Scared hands tracing the curve of your ass before taking handfuls to squeeze. The laugh that came from you was unlike anything you heard before, something so genuine that you couldn't reproduce.

How it felt when he lifted you up and took you to his bed, laying you down taking his time removing your clothes, and watching with awe as you pulled away his own. The way he looked over top of you, his hair a curtain of red around you just before you closed your eyes, gasping while he filled you.

You also remembered the guilt that crept into your head during the wee hours of the morning, the doubt that was louder than the snores coming from behind you.

It made you slip from under his massive arm, gather up your clothes from his floor, you tucked the blanket around him, and pressed a kiss to his temple before padding out of the room.

You told yourself you'd talk to him about it if he brought it up, but he never did. Not the next morning, or night, not on the plane ride back home, nor anytime since. It was a memory you'd hold close to your heart, one you wouldn't let slip away or share.

"There's nothing there, Mina. We're just good friends is all." You lied with a smile on your face, something that had become surprisingly easy to do.

If only you knew that Mina saw right through it. That Mina already knew the truth of it all.

>>><<<

It was nearly one in the morning when your phone rang. The goofy picture of Eijiro with face half painted at a festival a few years back never failed to make you grin.

"It's a little late." You answered by way of greeting.

"Don't pretend like you were anywhere close to sleeping, you little night owl."

Chuckling at the nickname that had followed you since high school, "What's up, Eiji?"

"I was going over flights. You said in the office that you wanted to leave on Friday?"

"Yeah. I have patrol tomorrow and I didn't find any flights after 6 PM so, Friday is the earliest."

He was quiet on the other line for a moment. "Yeah, you don't have patrol tomorrow, or work at all for that matter."

You sat up a bit straighter in bed. "Um, yes I do."

"No, you don't. I called Mina, asked her if you'd mind taking that shift for you and, since she knows what's happening, she agreed the extra day for travel would do you some good. So, she's covering you tomorrow then you're off work until next Wednesday. As for me, thanks to all that overtime I put in when Denki, Kyoka, and Hitoshi got married, the three of them are splitting up my days so I have until Wednesday too."

Eijiro sounded impossibly proud on the other line, you could almost see the smirk on his face. "You've got this all planned out, don't you?"

"And a bag nearly packed. Just need you to tell me what ties to bring."

"Gold, burgundy, and black."

"Thought your mom said no black for you?"

"She said no black for the wedding. She said nothing about black at the brunch!"

You couldn't wait to put on the tea-length dress that had been a favorite for years. Satin with a lacy top and, best of all, pockets.

He let out a rumbling laugh that fell off into comfortable silence as you laid back in your bed, lights still on, the room still a mess. You tapped the speaker icon and laid the phone on the pillow right beside your head, listing to the various sounds of Eijiro moving around.

A door creaking open, a hanger clattering against another, and a zipper. "And just like that, I'm all set."

"Don't forget your passport or hero license."

"I have one in my wallet and the other in my backpack."

You swiped up on your iPad, off Netflix, and going to google, lazily searching through flights. "So, did you find any good flights since you've clearly been looking?"

Another chuckle, "Eijiro, why are you laughing?" More stifled giggles had you sitting up in bed again. "Just tell me a site you were on. They're just flights, what's so funny?"

"There isn't a site."

"You said you were checking flights."

"And I was... on my family's jet."

"Eiji! No! No, no, no! That is supposed to be for their business or hero things! My stupid cousin's wedding is neither of those things!"

"Relax, Y/N. My family has multiple and they don't have any business trips planned right now anyways. I already cleared it with my mom. Seriously, I just mention your name and she's likely to let me have it for a whole year at least. Plus Todoroki's is back up in working order so the agency is covered too."

Damn, why'd he have to be so good at planning from time to time! You'd completely forgotten about the second jet his family had. Always opting for the larger one since the few missions they needed it for required them to bring fifty or so heroes along.

"Besides, if we fly private, we can land at an airstrip closer to the venue and won't need to drive four hours on top of a ten-hour flight."

"Alright, okay, thank you but, let me take care of the rental car, please. It's the least you can let me do."

"Deal. I just have one more question for ya."

"What's that?"

"Wanna leave tonight?"

You nearly dropped your damn iPad in shock. "Eijiro! What the fuck has gotten into you! It's the middle of the night!"

"I'm excited!" He boomed, "I haven't had a vacation in months!"

"I hate to break this to you, buddy, but this isn't going to be a vacation. You really shouldn't get your hopes up. This isn't going to be a good time with laughs and fun memories... my family, they just, they aren't those kinds of people."

"But we are." He stated matter-of-factly. "If they want to have sticks up their asses then let them! We'll have a good time on our own, laugh and make fun memories! So, what do you say, Y/N? I can be at your place in fifteen. I just gotta put shoes on and grab my keys..."

"Wait, hang on. Are you forgetting that we need someone to, oh, I dunno, FLY THE PLANE! Actually, we need two someone's, can't forget about a co-pilot!"

He hummed happily and you rubbed your temples. "You, you have a pilot and a co, don't you, Eiji?"

"Mhm! There is a company we use. Two can be at the hanger in an hour and every hour after that. I just have to make the call and get the flight plan approved which will be done before I even get to your house."

There was literally no reason to say no. You had mostly everything packed, nothing you needed to get from the store, all you had to do was put on pants and pack up your hygiene bag and you were ready too. Maybe getting there quicker and getting the whole thing over with would be better than staying home dwelling on everything.

"Better put your shoes on."

The glee in his voice, that was enough to make this whole thing worth it, "I'll see you soon."

>>><<<

Eijiro reached into the backseat and plopped a bag down on your lap the very moment you were buckled in. "Had to make a pit stop." He explained.

"It's after two in the morning, where'd you have to..."

"Just open the bag and don't complain."

You found it filled to the brim with all your favorite snacks.

"I'm sure the plane will have a bunch of snacks we can raid but I know for a fact they don't have these." He held up a pack of cookies and creme flavored pocky that had been his favorite for as long as you'd known him, quickly followed by your favorite flavor too. You also found a massive bag of gummy worms and jolly ranchers.

"So, what you're telling me is our teeth are going to rot by the time we land? Not that I'm complaining."

You ripped open the bag of ranchers knowing that was what he'd go for first and sure enough his hand dove inside just as he pulled away from the curb. You could hear his dangerously sharp teeth biting through the rock candy like it was nothing while you still rolled one around your mouth.

Eijiro asked you about the resort you'd be going to, wondering if you'd been there before or what other stuff you guys could do when you weren't dealing with your family. "I figured we could fly back Monday night or Tuesday morning, you know, just play it by ear in case there was anything else we wanted to do."

More than anything, you wished you could just leech a little bit of that excitement from him. The glimpses of his smile you caught as you drove under the street lights made your heart ache.

"What?" He asked with that wide smile of his. You'd been caught staring, red-handed.

"I, uh, I just don't know what to tell you."

You could see the subtle change of his grin, watch as it softened and his hand came to rest on your thigh. "Hey, it's gonna be fine! And if we run into them while out doing stuff, you can just avoid them or hide behind me!" At least hiding behind Eijiro is an easy thing to do, damn mountain of a man.

His thumb slowly brushed back and forth. "'S gonna be okay. I'll beat 'em up if they're assholes!"

You snickered at his Katsuki impression and let the drone of the radio fill the air around you both. Enjoying the silence the rest of the way to the hanger with Eijiro's hand atop your leg.

[merlinssassybeard]

Ex husband gojo

Drunk drabble inspired from an ask which i totally forgot to tag cus im myself tooo drunk to process imma peace out for a while got shit ton of assignments waiting for mee : >

Synopsis: you're drunk af and you call gojo to pick u up you didn't think he'd show up beacuse he's got an overseas mission tomorrow but he's a 6'3 softie so he did anyway:) plus you have a daughter and she's at gojo's parents house

I would totally recommend listening to slowed and reverb songs

Song recommended space song

Gojo driving his ex wife reader out because she's dead drunk from an office afterparty only for her to panic in the car for no reason and making gojo worried and after getting out of the car and throwing up a lil her forcing gojo to drive to the park near the tokyo tower and gojo being the softie he is inside drives to the park where the ex wifuu reader jumps outta the car and zones out staring at the beautiful tokyo tower lights with light wind blowing only for gojo to joke around and call out to her saying its too cold and she'll get sick but reader being a stubborn woman at heart tease gojo with tongue out and suddenly a light rain starts when the reader's sees she starts dancing flaunting her beautiful luscious hair and dancing with office clothes and heels in the middle of a park at midnight gojo chuckles at the sight and approaches you only to be dragged in by you and forcing him to dance in all awkward movements with you he was going to resist saying that he's got a mission tomorrow but gives in when he sees the most genuine smile in your face and that's it you both randomly start slow dancing as the rain falls on both of your clothed skin he removes his blindfold while dancing and now you're hooked in his ever glowing sky eyes the rikugan indeed never fails to amaze you with all that beauty and power those orbs hold gojo swirls you and then next thing he's holding you with waist creating a perfect fairytale like scene for the strangers the perfect story of a prince and princess with a happily ever after only for you to realise that he's your ex prince as you continue zone out into his eyes he gives a warm smile saying you should rest now and flicking your forehead only for you to wake up in your bed in the morning and finding a note sticking on your forehead which read 'eat up! You're getting thin! And don't forget to pick pumpkin up from mom's house :))'

The end.

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Thank you for reading♡♡♡

Ps my stupid drunk clumsy ass forgot to tag these wonderful ppl sorryy😅😅

Tags!- @lovemegood @manhoegojo

[sugar-petals]

SuperM Fluff & NSFW Notes

↳ 🌹aka some of their romantic antics plus random 18+ imagines 👋

warnings ⚠️ rated (super) m, boyfriends hc, porn mentions, partial fem!reader, sex toys

FLUFF

since baekhyun knows how to make scented candles, he creates one for you as a birthday present with your favorite fragrances.

every entry in mark’s diary involves fond thoughts about you.

taemin kisses you more than his cat kkoongie on a daily basis so let that sink in. his smooch obsession is getting out of hand.

lucas, having giant fingers after all, learns how to knit in order to make you a warm scarf. he’s still a bit clumsy with it and had to call kun for advice, but the result is surprisingly proper and quickly becomes your favorite item. it’s a little huge but well, he thinks in his dimensions. lucas’ next project is a beanie.

ten overwhelms you with pet names. in fact, he seemingly seems to come up with a new one each day.

kai is a candlelight dinner, rose petals and music kinda guy. he does every old-school thing in the book.

taeyong can cuddle endlessly in bed. he just doesn’t wanna leave.

lucas gladly shares his sweaters. they’re ginormous so, perfect cuddle material.

baekhyun is already a fool. so — when he falls in love, he becomes an even bigger fool. or, the contrary happens: he becomes dead silent around his partner because he’s so enthralled. he can take this more seriously than you think.

mark likes to write little cards and many many texts to express his love.

lucas is the type who can help you put on your jeans when they were shrinking a bit too much in the dryer. he’s pretty sexy like that and things can get really touchy.

cheesy fucking kai, and there’s only one guy who would do this, has actually lowered himself over a puddle once so you would have a bridge. brushed it off like a daily workout rep.

not one shower missed without baekhyun joining you. yes, it’s not always sexy time, he likes it when you shampoo his hair and whisper sweet nothings. and obviously: it’ll all devolve to a laughing fit.

taeyong is the type who wants to be proposed to.

taemin will get a motorcycle license and take you for a frequent ride. he loves getting those kind of back hugs.

both ten and lucas are great at making bracelets. wayv’s dorm is fully equipped with charms, strings, and pearls, so expect matching ones for you.

we’ve seen it, that one’s his favorite move. kai wraps his hand around your shoulder when you walk together.

mark will ALWAYS share his melon.

making you swoon on a DVD evening is lucas’ favorite hobby. he will buy you the most sugary-sweet romance movies. he will often browse streaming sites to select the latest sentimental plots. all these dramas seem to have a male lead who is suspiciously tall and lanky.

if you allow him, taeyong customizes your white tees with his cute drawings.

since taemin swims in money thanks to his profession as the god of kpop (yes, this is a registered job name because i say so), he can fulfill you any wish. he’s stingy and pouty when the shinee hyungs can pay, and the motherfucker baekhyun is even richer since his albums have been taking off so he opens his mochi wallet when superm is gathered, but you... are a different case. taemin will humbly empty his entire pockets when he overhears you gushing over something. there’s a voice in his mind going: must splurge!!

mark loves christmas, you establish an annual tradition to stage a whole couple evening.

baekhyun likes to play charades and especially do karaoke with you. he’s always cutely wiggling his butt and dances like a drunk uncle. he hits the high notes anyway and makes sure you score 100 points.

taeyong can make out with you while at the same time making sure that the milk doesn’t get burned on the stove. kiss’n’stirr multitask tyong alert. gotta make sure the cocoa is served in time, you know.

all the members enjoy playing board games. yep, imagine the fun and sheer chaos.

lucas has the funniest laugh ever indeed. he’ll react to all your jokes, no matter how lame they might be. intensely reassuring.

taemin’s hand is basically glued to yours.

taeyong and mark are the kinds of boyfriends that spoil their partner with skincare. fancy a nice face massage with a nice fragrant oil?

baekhyun has been baking heart-shaped pizzas ever since you started dating. he just can’t make them round anymore.

mark will join you on anything you’re currently bingewatching. 

kai sometimes — only half-jokingly — goes down on both knees bowing forward with his hands on the ground just to show how much he wants to thank you. in case you didn’t notice: this guy treats you like a deity.

ten usually gets confused glances from the other members whenever he gets the current date wrong: he simply loses track of time with you.

lucas makes a habit of buying you flowers every other week. but on unpredictable occasions, and he arranges them in places you’d never expect.

taemin will build you a weird-looking snowman to make you laugh, and give it an even stranger name. ten will build one that looks like you. kai doesn’t build snowmen, he just stands there challenging you to throw snow balls at him.

mark will hang out with you at the beach constantly bringing his guitar. he’ll serenade you all the time.

returning from three months of touring, baekhyun has once climbed your balcony when your parents were in the other room. yep, he was that desperate to see you. somebody give this man a rope and helmet.

taeyong writes down heartfelt confessions on 365 folded slips of paper so you can open one every day. your reactions will range from ‘awwh!’ to straight-up tears.

ten does regular couple yoga with you. a mildly challenging form, not the circus acrobat version. he’ll do the difficult parts anyway. you can pretzel this guy up, he’ll do anything to make you laugh.

when it rains you hook your arm around his, and lucas always holds the umbrella. even the wildest gush of wind can’t make it turn inside out. you arrive home entirely dry. xuxi is so cute, he’s also a great source of cooling shadow in the summer without even trying.

taemin’s skinship overdrive doesn’t stop with endless hand-holding, back hugs and kisses. he wants to lay down in your lap whenever he can. he looks damn pretty with his hair splaying there. if you work on your laptop, you can pretty much count to ten and he’s already nestled there.

kai does pushups with you on his back. it’s a staple. each time he does one, he says ‘i love you’. he increases his count every day.

NSFW

it’s no secret that taeyong is great at acting or pulling off any outfit and costume. expect roleplay of the finest kind — literally. he looks good in a firefighter uniform. you’ll be burning up pretty much automatically.

taemin can’t keep his tongue in. it’s terrible. he’s always in the mood for head. his sloppy noises are the absolute worst, it turns you on way too fast.

lucas had some major problems finding condoms that fit him.

ten and taemin are so switchy, they have an unresolved power struggle going on. begs for a dominant third party to help them out.

kai owns expensive latex gear.

baekhyun may be the king of vocals and breath technique, but if you push him far enough he does get hoarse.

taemin often jokes how kai will one day break his dick from fucking too hard.

meanwhile, mark’s dick is already falling off – from fucking too often. this guy has some major hormones going for him. no surprise, a guy who can promote in four kpop groups at the same time is a stamina king.

taeyong likes eating pussy with another party involved. three’s a crowd my friend. sometimes it’s taemin who unleashes his spit waterfall power, sometimes it’s baekhyun who preoccupies himself with nibbling at the inner thigh while taeyong digs in.

taemin owns the most underwear.

mark takes valerian drops because he is so nervous in bed. it never really goes away, it’s his nature.

taeyong keeps a lube collection. a different flavor for all occasions. he likes associating certain scents with specific body parts.

kai has a heels kink. he literally goes wild over it.

taemin likes to have sex with favorite glasses on.

taeyong and kai are the most likely to cry during sex. baekhyun as well if you rough him up enough. 

mark gets rock hard the fastest, followed by kai. he’s a grower.

taeyong gets the best inspiration for a song when he gets a casual dick riding.

taemin watches extremely x-rated erotic thrillers and bdsm flicks that are heavy on the plot. he gets more invested in the characters and actors than you think. since his japanese is amazing? of course he also owns a giant 90s hentai collection. 

when he’s jerking off, baekhyun chokes himself. a) because he’d make too much noise otherwise and b) because asphyxiation is his favorite thing.

kai feels pleasure in his every cell. he cums the hardest. and, as you can expect, his body expresses it the most extremely, accurately, passionately. if you’ve seen it even once, you’ll never look at him the same again.

taemin has less experience than his discography claims, but more than you’d think. he researches sexual techniques as well. you can brace yourself.

mark has not just a tiger inside, but a freak inside, waiting to be unleashed.

sex while gaming is a go-to activity for baekhyun.

lucas has the best stamina when it comes to getting head.

taemin throws his head back during sex. and no, he doesn’t T-pose. i’m kidding — of course he does. but only when he’s on his back.

taeyong tends to grip a pillow when he cums.

or he humps one when he’s by himself.

ten has the best taste in sexy time playlists.

baekhyun has the best taste in singing his own playlist along.

oh, the things kai has bought at a gas station at 3AM.

baekhyun sucks strap the best. he can open his mouth the widest, drools a lot, and makes the best noises unsurprisingly.

how to turn on lee taemin? he likes getting slapped.

since he’s the most avid and most diverse eater, lucas’ sperm tastes the best. he’s shove 50 fruits into his system just to give you a sweet experience.

mark is absolutely a starfish. 

kai wears fishnet tops if you fancy it.

curiously, baekhyun out of all people doesn’t announce when he’s cumming. you’ll hear it, though.

taeyong’s dildo collection is one for the books.

taemin has visited a pro dominatrix a couple times. needless to say, he was the #1 favorite client at the dungeon. having fully submerged into a fantasy world, taemin was one whip crack away from falling in love with the mistress. but then covid happened and the venue closed.

mark’s dick looks really pretty.

taemin can grind on the strap at every humanly possible angle. he’s almost always ready to take it. he carries a prep kit.

kai — that fucker — knows how to make you wet the most with his bare hands. prepare for the thigh ride of your life, too.

taeyong, baekhyun, and taemin have the best arches. kai is coming for the top three as well. ten’s arch is so good, it can’t be considered one anymore.

baekhyun knows every adult movie out there. theoretically, nothing can shock him. in reality, he melts in your hands.

taeyong is so sexually active with you, he has quit eating garlic.

kai will exploit your muscle kink in any way he can.

taemin, being a devil, has that one button on his phone that he can press when you go out for dinner. he’s OBSESSED with getting you off. once you head home, it’s basically running down your thighs.

ten has once opened a condom with scissors to scare away a date that grew weird on him by the time it got to the do.

lucas is too tall for doing missionary normally.

this will surprise nobody: mark is great at constantly keeping up the dirty talk.

baekhyun’s car is sort of like a brothel on wheels. he can’t count how many times he got down and dirty in there. he cleans it all up by himself.

kai can technically grip you the hardest but he’s the gentlest and great at caressing the whole body.

taemin has the easiest time saying what precisely he wants. he is also the best people reader — most your wishes he can pretty intuit. taemin observes your interests well.

ten likes his hair pulled and makes angelic noises when you do so.

baekhyun likes camgirls and erotic chats with strangers online. he spends a lot of money for nsfw internet encounters.

[messers-moony]

Comics 2 | A.G

Paring: Aidan Gallagher X Fem!Reader

Summary: Aidan meets an unusually pretty girl at a library while trying to find a textbook for school

Warnings: Cursing

Years later, Aidan and Y/n were now twenty-five. All these years and Aidan hadn’t seen her since he gifted her the comic book when they were just twenty. All these years later and he still loved her.

He left a bookmark in there on purpose, one with his number, but yet, she never called. It made his mind wander. Why wasn’t she calling? Maybe she wasn’t fond of calling, but even then, she never texted either.

A certain feeling of defeat lingered in his heart. Maybe she didn’t like him like that. Her words were stuck in his mind; they lagged in his head like a broken record every time he was to fall asleep.

“ Y/n L/n. Remember it. “

Why was he to remember it? She was a comic book artist, for Christ's sake, not an upcoming actress. As far as he knew, there would never be a significance to her name. A new Netflix show was in the making, another one based on comic books.

Of course, Aidan got the call. The call was a producer begging him to audition for the leading role. He would be perfect for this role, swore the producer. Aidan was hesitant but did it anyway.

Aidan wasn’t the only one in the audition room, of course, but he was only here because of the pleading the producer did. He auditioned, and that was that. Within a week's notice, they would notify him.

On his way home, he stopped by a library, the very same library he met the girl at. Sighing, he walked to the comic book section and picked up the series of comics. There were five in the series, and he bought all of them.

He walked home with a backpack filled with his belongings and now new comic books. Walking into his apartment, he unzipped his bag and took out the first comic. The male ignored who wrote and illustrated it. It didn’t really matter. Did it?

The brunette read through the first comic and was hooked almost immediately. He read through them relatively quickly, and when he finished, he was agitated. The books were completed on a cliffhanger, only leading him to assume there had to be a sixth book soon.

Three days went by, and Aidan couldn’t help but reread the comic books for a more thorough analysis. The more he read, the more he saw how similar he and the main character was.

Everything down to the hair, the dimples, the smile, and the eyes were the exact same. The mannerisms being almost identical scared him. But he realized why the producer begged him for this role. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said Aidan was the perfect candidate for it.

He finished the series a second time and stared at the cover. That’s when he realized it and then began to scold himself for how dense he could possibly be.

“ Written and Illustrated by Y/n L/n “

We’re the words written across the top of the book. That’s why the main character was so similar to him, because the girl who wrote it knew who he was. She was observant, hella observant.

Within a week's notice, as promised, Aidan got a call saying he got the role and they would fly him to New York to begin filming. He’d be leaving in a month, probably the least amount of notice he’s been given before filming a show.

Nonetheless, the month went by faster than you could blink, and he was on a plane to New York. The set was much bigger than he imagined and made his way to the producers.

“ Aidan, you came! How wonderful! “ The producer from the phone exclaimed happily, “ My names Alex. I’m so ecstatic you came. “

Alex put his hand out to shake, which Aidan accepted politely, “ I assume you’ve read the comics by now? “ A familiar voice queried.

“ I have, actually. “ Aidan replied, turning around to be met with the dyed-haired female, “ I told you, remembering my name would come in handy. “ Y/n winked.

Aidan snickered, “ Why make your main character almost exactly like me? “ Aidan questioned, fully serious, “ Because Gallagher, you’re intriguing. You also seem to attract the best audience. Not to mention you always put on a show. “ Y/n said with prominent confidence.

The way his last name rolled off her tongue almost made him faint. He adored her and wanted her to be his. Now that she was here, he’d do anything in his power to make her his.

“ So you’re using me to make your show popular? “ The male joked, “ No, don’t take it the wrong way. I used you because you’re hardworking, and you put everything into your role. You, my love, are perfect for this role. “ Y/n responded, and Aidan’s cheeks flushed at the pet name.

“ Now, I must be going. However, I will see you on set tomorrow, I presume? “ She questioned with a soft smile, “ Yeah. Definitely. “ Aidan breathed as she left.

A hand was laid upon his shoulder, “ You are completely head over heels for her, huh? “ A male voice spoke in his ear, making him jump, “ Jesus Christ Robert, where did you come from? Why are you here? “ Aidan heaved as his hand was on his heart.

“ I’ve actually earned myself a role as well as Elliot Page. I’ve never seen you so entranced. “ Robert commented, “ She's been stuck in my head for years. “ Aidan murmured.

Robert had a face of curiosity, “ We met like five years ago at a library, and I talked to her for only two hours, but by then, she had me completely wrapped around her finger. “ Aidan explained, and Robert raised an eyebrow, “ She moved the next week, and I hadn’t seen her since. “

“ Well. Better make your move soon. I’ve seen guys eyeing her up all day. “ Robert replied as he walked off.

Months later, Y/n was right. Aidan was absolutely perfect for the role without even trying. Granted, the character was practically him, but he excelled in making the role his own.

Y/n and Aidan had gotten quite close throughout those months. They seemed pretty fond of each other. She was confident, intelligent, and caring. He was thoughtful, kind, and sweet. The pair made a loving match.

However, the girl's heart was guarded, she had been let down so many times, and she didn’t want to ruin the friendship she had acquired with the famous male. Aidan, in his free time, had been working on an EP. The title and main song on it was held close to his heart.

After a couple of dates and a lot of convincing, she gave in. Aidan Gallagher had now achieved the girl of his dreams, Y/n L/n. She was everything he wanted and so much more. He was captivated by her and made sure he showed the world.

Every chance he got, he posted her everywhere. His fans absolutely adored her, possibly even more than he did. Saturday lives his fans spent begging to see the admirable female when she wasn’t present. It honestly made Aidan quite jealous.

Regardless it made Aidan’s heart feel unbelievably full that both he and his fans loved her as much as he desired. Mornings were spent holding each other with subtle morning kisses. Nights were spent eating take-out and playing the original Mario kart after many arguments that it was better than the newer versions.

Filming was almost complete, and Aidan’s stay in New York was coming to a very prominent close. A day neither lover was looking forward to. His home was in Los Angeles, and hers was in New York. There was no changing that.

“ Do you really have to go? “ Questioned the teary-eyed female, “ Unfortunately. “ Aidan sighed.

They both stood in JFK Airport as close as they could before having to depart. Aidan’s hands held her tear-stained cheeks, and she moved stray strands of hair from his forehead.

“ I promise, I will come back for you. “ Aidan pledged to, and she sniffled, nodding, “ I’ll move in with you if you want. “

Y/n looked up slightly guilty, “ I don’t want to be the reason you leave your hometown. You grew up there. Your entire family is there. I would feel awful taking you away from them. “ She admitted, “ I would be living here willingly. Plus, there’s more opportunities acting-wise here, believe it or not. Hollywood isn’t all it’s made out to be. The United Nations is also home to New York. It’d be closer to everything. “ Aidan explained.

“ If- If that’s what you want, then I wouldn’t hesitate. “ Y/n smiled softly.

Aidan pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, “ Then this isn’t really goodbye, is it? “ Aidan’s whisper left a hot breath lingering on her lips, “ No, it isn’t. “ Y/n replied.

“ Stop your crying then. I hate seeing you cry. I will come back. “ He muttered softly, wiping her tears and kissing her forehead, “ I love you. “

“ I love you too. Be safe, please. Text me when you get on and when you land, okay? “ She requested, “ Always. “ Aidan simpered.

Gently he let her go and walked away with a tiny wave. Now there were only two things left to do. Pack up all of his stuff and play one last show in Los Angeles before leaving his home.

The male pack quickly when he arrived home, way too excited to live with his new partner. His show was scheduled for that night. Tonight he’d be playing his brand new song, the main song on his latest EP, the one he held close to his heart.

Nerves ran through his body like no tomorrow as he stepped up on stage. Screams were heard throughout the entire venue, making him smile brightly.

“ Hello everyone. “ Aidan greeted, getting screams in response, “ As you all may know, I will not be living in LA for much longer. New York seems more like home now than it’s ever seemed, so after this show, I’ll be getting on a plane to my new home. “

“ While I’ll play your favorite’s such as songs like Blue Neon and Fourth of July, there’s a new song at the end I’d love for your feedback on. I hold this song very close to my heart, and I hope you all will as well. So let’s get this started. “ Aidan informed with a gleeful smile present on his lips.

Aidan began strumming the guitar and singing the all too familiar lyrics. Applause was given in between each song, only encouraging his love for music as he continued to sing— his fans sung along with him giving Aidan a sense of love and commitment.

Finally, the last song was due to play, “ I call this last one, Comics. “

[marlynnofmany]

Lost and Sideways

For years I’ve wanted to write about a place where a fantasy world and a sci-fi world collide. The kind of place robot magicians might come from, once the culture clash settles. This is a fine start.

Plus it has the “little kid makes friends with nonhuman entity” trope, which is always good.

(3134 words)

~~~

Emilina sat atop the runestone in front of her parents’ store, happily thumping her heels against the carvings. Usually the grownups told her not to climb it without someone there to catch her, but today they were too busy to notice. Some important new customer was coming soon. Everything had to be clean, the stuff the customer wanted had to be boxed up and ready, and all the adults had to run around worried. That was the rules.

Emilina had seen this at least three times before, so she figured this made her an expert in how it all worked.

Mom Kelga shouted directions that everybody already knew. Mom Aemi checked the enchantments on the box each time she went past. Tomothy stood at the front counter in case other people came in, and Sammymander dusted everything with the pixie dust featherduster that Emilina wasn’t allowed to use.

Maybe Sammy would put it down somewhere she could reach today. She wouldn’t make a mess; she just wanted to send some of the dirt up toward the ceiling for herself. It made such pretty swirls when it gusted out the windows.

“Emmy, where are you?” called Mom Kelga.

“Outside,” Emilina said. She turned to climb down, sticking her soft boots into the carvings and holding on tight. Maybe she could get down before she was caught.

No such luck.

“Emmy, you know better!” Mom Kelga crossed the yard in quick strides to pluck her misbehaving child from the boulder. “Not by yourself! Here, come sort the berries. Quickly now.”

Emilina straightened her skirt when her mom set her down, then followed obediently through the shop. Grownups were still fussing about everything, though it all looked fine to her. The displays of glow-fruit had even been arranged in straight lines. That was probably Mom Aemi’s doing.

The new customer must be really important.

Mom Kelga led Emilina past an old customer buying something boring like tooth-cleaning tubers, and into the back room. The door was open so it wasn’t as stuffy as usual. Emilina decided not to complain. Mom Kelga was too busy to hear her anyway.

“Here you go,” Mom Kelga said as she hooked a stool with her foot, pulled down a basket from a top shelf and grabbed two clean buckets from a lower one. “You can eat a few berries, but don’t make yourself sick, okay? Good ones go in here, bad ones in here. Wash your hands when you’re done. Thank you, honey.”

With a kiss to the top of Emilina’s head, she was off and shouting to Mom Aemi about when the important customer was expected to arrive.

Emilina heaved a sigh, sat down in front of the basket, and began separating ripe blueberries from wrinkly ones.

This was very boring. She ate a particularly nice one, listening to the grownups panic. It sounded like the customer was late. This meant they’d be panicky for longer. Yuck.

She sat sideways to look out the door in hopes of something interesting out there. Birds maybe, or pixies on an errand, or a stray kitten that she could convince her parents to let her keep.

Nothing exciting appeared in the doorway, though there was a faint sound that Emilina couldn’t place. It sounded almost like the whir of a pixie’s wings, but different. Maybe it was a hurt pixie? Tangled in spiderweb or something?

Clearly she had to check. Emilina rubbed blue fingertips on her skirt and hopped down from the stool.

Outside was the quiet alleyway between shops, most of which had their doors closed. Somebody was taking out trash way over there, and another person was getting a delivery there, but otherwise all of the action was on the busier streets of town.

What was that buzzing?

Something tapped against the trash can next to the door. Emilina moved to look, expecting a pixie.

Instead she saw a tiny box. It was floating, but whatever magic powered it was no hover charm she’d ever seen. The glowing blue lines were crisp and straight, not runes at all, and it had little spots that blinked orange like a confused spider. Were those eyes?

It wasn’t even really a box — it was shaped like one of Emilina’s alphabet blocks with the corners cut off. A weird shape. What was it?

“Hi there,” Emilina said. “Do you need help?”

The little box whined in a different tone. It drifted sideways, looking lost, and bonked into the trash can again.

“Careful,” Emilina said, the way her parents always said it to her. “You’ll hurt yourself.” She put out a hand so the tiny thing would bump into her palm instead of the metal can. It was warm, strangely so for something that looked like it was made from rocks. Or metal. Crystal? Emilina didn’t know.

Maybe the adults would.

“Can I bring you inside?” Emilina asked the floating box. Square? Cube! It was a cube, just with the corners missing. She wondered if it had a name.

Either way, it wasn’t any better at talking than it was at flying. Just whirrs, whines, and the occasional click. When Emilina cupped her hands under it, the cube hovered just above her palms.

She carried it around the trash can with the utmost care, but before she reached the door, it floated out of her grasp to bonk against the wall.

“Careful!” Emilina repeated, trying to catch it. “Mom, look what I found!” She was loud, but none of the busy adults responded. “Mommy!” Still nothing.

The little cube picked up speed and swayed across the alley to crash into a pile of wooden crates. Emilina ran over, worried.

It was still blinking there on the ground. Emilina scooped it up like a strange square kitten, dusting it off and cooing encouragements.

“There there, you’re okay. You’re not hurt. Just a bump. Do you want a hug?”

It didn’t say no to the hug. At least not in a way Emilina understood. She held it close and again yelled for the grownups, to no answer. When she looked around for anyone else who might know what to do for the lost little cube-kitten, she caught a glimpse of something else floating near the ground.

The cube lifted off and moved toward it.

“Is that your friend?” Emilina asked in delight. “Careful. Let me help.” She trotted after the floating thing with her arms out, ready to catch it if it wandered toward the walls again.

The second one looked exactly like the first. Emilina urged the first one forward. When they touched sides, they stuck with a click. The blinky orange lights glowed a solid green where they met.

“You found each other!” Emilina cheered, clapping for them. “Good job! Now where do you need to go?”

The pair still looked lost. They drifted a little more slowly, but they were definitely headed for the wall when Emilina caught them again. She was gently scolding them to watch where they were going when she heard a telltale whirr-clunk from farther down the alley.

“Another friend!” Emilina carried the first two off to meet the third, and she hadn’t reached it before she saw the others bumbling about. She cast a quick glance back at the door to her parents’ shop, then set about gathering up all of the lost little cubes. They clicked together happily and lit up green as she did.

* * * * *

Aemi tested the lock on the shipment. She didn’t need to check the stasis enchantment yet again, but she did anyway. This had to be perfect. Even if the customer was late, the shop would have only the best to offer.

Kelga hurried past, and Aemi caught her attention. “Where’s Emmy?” she asked.

“Sorting berries,” Kelga told her. “I told her not to eat too many.”

“Good, thank you.” Aemi took a cleansing breath. “I hope something didn’t happen to the customer. This is the first time they’ve come through the portal. Do you think we should have sent an escort?”

“No, that would be insulting,” Kelga said. “It’s not far. Something probably came up on their end.”

“I hope it’s nothing serious. Maybe we should message them again.”

“I don’t think it will help.” Kelga gave her wife a hug. “I’m sure they’ll be here before we could hope to get a message through that portal to them. No ambient magic on that side, so we can’t even hire a pixie to nip over and find them. Not unless we also spring for a power crystal that’s small enough to carry but powerful enough to keep them in the air.”

Aemi returned the hug. “How did they place the order? I wasn’t there for that.”

“They sent a messenger of their own,” Kelga said, giving one final squeeze before pulling back. “A regular human, though with no end of strange gadgets. One of his hands was even made of metal, which is shocking to see with no enchantment.”

“Bizarre,” Aemi agreed. “Well, I hope they’re okay. Maybe we should send somebody to ask at the portal if anyone’s seen them.”

“Give it a little longer,” Kelga suggested. “Who knows how punctual people are in the sideways world? For all we know, this is normal.”

Aemi laughed. “I hope not.”

“Me too. I’m going to see if the trumpet flowers need any water.”

* * * * *

“Where did you guys come from?” Emilina asked the hovering block of tiny friends. It was bigger than her head now, though not in any shape she recognized. The cubes just stuck together at the closest place when she found a new one.

They whirred in unison. Emilina couldn’t tell if it was meant to be a word or just the sound of their weird flying magic.

Now that she thought about it…

Emilina gasped. “Are you from the no-magic place? I’ve never met somebody from there.”

They didn’t answer, but Emilina was sure. The grownups all talked about how strange that place was, how the people there got by with something else instead of magic. Emilina couldn’t remember what they called it. Tek-mumble-mumble. Anyways, the portal was just outside of town, and Emilina had seen visitors pass by the shop carrying things that glowed with no magical aura.

She’d never gotten to talk to one before, much less help it find its friends.

“Do you need to go back home?” she asked the hovering bundle of cubes. They all glowed with blue stripes, though the ones on the inside had calm green dots while the ones on the edges blinked a lonely orange. “Or do we need to find more of you first?”

Emilina stood at the end of the alleyway, indecisive. She knew that her parents would be furious if she wandered off alone. But she wasn’t alone! She had her new friends, who needed her help! And the grownups were all too busy anyway.

If she was quick, they’d never notice she was gone.

“Okay,” Emilina whispered to the collection of friends. “I’m going to get you back to the portal. Mom Aemi says that when I’m lost, I should wait somewhere my family can find me, so maybe that’s where the rest of your friends are.” She gently set her hands on either side of the glowing, hovering shape, and ushered it toward the busy street.

The individual cubes beeped and whirred a little, but didn’t fly away. Emilina walked faster.

“We have to watch for carriages here,” she said. “See, that one didn’t stop. Now it’s safe to go, as long as we look both ways. Come on.”

Keeping up a running stream of instructions for the tiny friends who probably didn’t know how to safely navigate the city, Emilina made her way to the edge of town. It really wasn’t far. She’d walked the distance before with Mom Kelga, and knew exactly what she was doing. The adults should be proud of how good she was at this.

Emilina found two more lost cubes on the way, and happily rejoined them with their friends. A few people stared. They were of course impressed with the good deed. Emilina smiled and hurried the rest of the way.

There it was, right where she hadn’t been allowed to go last time she was here: a giant hole in the air behind a fence, with two scary-looking city guards keeping watch. The fence was wooden, taller than Emilina, and it sparkled with magic in the empty spaces between the bars. Not something she could climb or slip through.

The guards were both frowny-looking men with metal armor that also had a magical shine. They held staffs with red mage-stones at the top. Emilina knew they could make blades appear out of those, though she’d never seen it. She didn’t really want to.

A whirring at her ankle caught her attention. Emilina looked down to find one more little cube friend to be scooped up and added to the stack. It beeped happily when it joined up.

Emilina squared her shoulders. They needed her. She would be brave, no matter how scary the guards looked. She approached them with her head high and the glowy bundle in front of her.

“These guys are lost,” she declared before the guards could tell her to go away. “I found some of them behind my parents’ store, and the others on the way here. Is anybody looking for them?”

The guards glanced at each other. “Not on this side of the portal,” the shorter one said. “Let me check with the other side.” He nodded to his partner and opened the gate in the fence, then walked with quick steps toward the portal.

Emilina watched through the open gate. She’d thought the hole in the air was a blank gray magic surface, but now she saw things moving past in the distance.

That was a sky she was seeing.

Right, Mom Kelga calls it the sideways world, Emilina thought in fascination. I thought that meant they were weird, not really sideways.

But as she watched, the guard crouched and set down his staff, then grasped two handle bars Emilina hadn’t noticed before. Setting his feet between poles on the ground that Emilina realized must be a ladder, he climbed improbably forward in a way that should have had him falling flat on his face. But instead he disappeared, stepping over the edge on the other side. More distant things flew past overhead.

“Wow,” Emilina said.

“Yeah, it’s sure something,” the remaining guard said. “I suppose we should thank whatever mad wizard caused it. We still haven’t even found out if it was someone from our side or theirs.”

“Will his magic armor work over there?” Emilina asked, wondering about the guard. “My parents said there’s no magic on that side.”

The guard tapped his chest where a green stone was inset. “We’ve got a backup charge prepared,” he said. Then he looked down at her bundle of friends. “The folks from the other side tend to need something much like it, when they have free-floating stuff like those. They lose their communication without it. I suspect that’s what happened to them.” He nodded downward.

Emilina held the whirring bundle closer. “Poor little guys,” she said. “We’ll find the rest of your friends.”

“Here he comes,” the guard said.

Emilina looked up in time to see the other guard tip forward to fall into the portal and come walking out with only a little stumble. It must have seemed like he was doing a belly-flop into a puddle on the other side. So weird.

“Nobody left a message,” the guard said as he approached, “But the people stationed there say they have a portable thingy that this little flock can have.” He stopped in front of Emilina and held out his hands. “I’ll take it over.”

“Be careful with them,” Emilina told him. She reluctantly let go and gave the bunch of cube-friends a gentle push. “Goodbye! Good luck!”

The bundle floated into the guard’s hands, blinking. Emilina waved as the guard carried it away.

“I’m sure they’ll get where they need to go,” the other guard said.

Emilina nodded. She missed them already.

When they disappeared into the portal, followed by the guard climbing up the ladder, Emilina sighed and turned toward home.

“Do you need somebody to walk with you?” the guard asked.

“No thank you,” Emilina said politely. “I know the way.” She hurried off, making sure to check for carriages even though it was hard to see through tears. She wiped them away. No need to cry. She’d done a good thing, and should be proud of herself. Now she just had to get back home before the grownups noticed she was gone.

She’d just turned a corner when she heard familiar whirs, only faster this time. Two more little cubes zipped past her, glowing green and moving like they knew exactly what to do. They were going back towards the portal.

Emilina ran after them. Another cube buzzed past her ear.

When she rounded the corner, she saw something grand: between the portal and the gate was a growing shape made of tiny cubes that were all humming with joy. The guards stood well to the sides.

While Emilina stared, the last cube clicked into place to form a hovering person-thing: it had no legs, but strong arms, and the tiny lights on its face were lit up in a smile.

Emilina ran forward. “You did it!” she said.

The guards politely ushered the cube-person through the gate while Emilina skidded to a stop. To her delight, it spoke to her, in a voice that sounded like a friendly beehive.

“Thank you for your help,” it said. “Would you like a ride back? Your parents are waiting for me to pick up my order.”

Emilina laughed. “You’re the late customer!”

“Hopefully not too late.” One arm curled in front to make a chair, while the other formed steps. “Will this do?”

“Yes!” Emilina said. She dashed up the steps and settled into place on the seat made from many tiny friends. “This doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“Not at all,” the voice assured her, coming from everywhere at once. The steps re-shaped into a seatbelt bar that she could hold onto. More clicking told Emilina that the person was turning its head to look at the guards. “Thank you as well.”

“Our pleasure,” one said.

“Now, on to see your family.” The hovering person moved forward, in the smoothest ride Emilina had ever taken. “Not to worry. I will fly carefully.”

Emilina laughed in joy. She couldn’t wait to see her parents’ faces.

[btsqualityy]

Back To Sleep

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Established relationship, Smut

Warnings: oral sex, dirty talk (like, it gets nasty), choking, I guess some Dom/sub undertones if you squint, creampie

Sighing heavily, Yoongi pushed open the front door to his new apartment, stepping inside and quickly shutting the door behind him. Toeing off his shoes, he set his bag down by the front door and hung his keys on the special hook that you had hung up by the front door. He rolled his eyes as he did it though, because he specially told you that he thought it was ugly but you didn’t listen to him (not that you ever do) and hung it up anyways. 

Once he had slid his feet into his FILA slides, he immediately took off in the direction of the hallway that was just left of the kitchen, eager to get in the shower and wash his day off. 

When he stepped into the bedroom, a soft smile came over his face when he saw you asleep in the bed, curled up on the right side and hugging one of his pillows to your chest. Unable to help himself, he gently paced over to the right side of the bed and leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. With you being somewhat of a light sleeper, you instantly roused from your slumber, your vision slightly blearily as you turned over and looked up at your boyfriend.

“You just get home?” You mumbled quietly and Yoongi nodded. “What time is it?”

“2:25am,” he replied, to which you groaned softly. 

“I thought you’d be home by 11,” you said and he just shrugged sheepishly, remembering how you had texted him to see when he’d be home and how that was the time that he had told you.

“Got caught up,” he smirked softly and you just rolled your eyes. “Go back to sleep though, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Sure, as if kissing someone in their sleep wouldn't wake them up,” you grumbled as you turned over again, and Yoongi just chuckled at how much you sounded like him when he gets woken up unnecessarily.

Deciding to leave you be, he got up and walked into the bathroom. shedding his clothes as he went. He knew that you’d yell at him in the morning for not picking them up and putting them in the hamper, but he couldn’t be damned to care right then. 

Quickly starting up the shower, he hopped inside, making quick work of washing his body and his hair before getting back out. The hot water cascading over his body had helped to relax him and it was only then that he realized just how tired he really was from being in the studio all day. This made it exceptionally harder for him to actually get dressed in some pajamas pants and a t-shirt than it should have, but that’s neither here nor there.

After throwing his towel in the hamper, he turned off the bathroom light and walked back out into the bedroom, chuckling to himself when he saw that you had managed to fall asleep and change positions in the bed, now laying on your stomach with one of your legs thrown over onto his side of the bed. However, as he moved closer to the bed, his breath hitched in his throat when he caught the full picture.

Moving onto your stomach had caused the large jersey that you were wearing to sleep in (which was Yoongi’s) to ride up on your body, which showcased your lower half and showed Yoongi that you weren’t wearing any panties underneath.

He had to take a deep breath when he saw it because logically, he knew that you probably had to work in the morning and he shouldn’t wake you up just because his cock was starting to get hard. On the other hand though, the two of you hadn’t been able to spend much time together given both of you working all the time and moving into this new apartment, and he missed you. Plus, his cock was starting to get hard. 

Deciding to just throw caution to the wind, Yoongi slowly climbed onto the bed from the bottom, gently laying the top half of his body down so that he was in between your open legs. Taking a good look at your pussy, he could’ve moaned aloud when he saw that you were freshly shaved. Slightly extending his neck, he let his tongue loll out of his mouth and take a gentle swipe at your clit. Taking a quick glance upwards and seeing that you hadn’t moved, he took another lick at you, not hesitating at all this time before he went in for a third. 

Yoongi loved eating your pussy. You were always so wet for him and when you were actually awake, you made the cutest fucking noises when he buried his face against your folds. He also loved how much of a horny mess you’d turn into when you got really turned on, which always happened whenever he ate you out. 

Striving to wake you up and get you to that point, he slowly dragged his tongue up from your clit and to your entrance, gently poking at it with the tip of his tongue as if he were fucking you with it. 

You began to stir then, the foreign feeling that you were feeling on your lower half unrecognizable in the haze of sleep. When you opened your eyes and lifted your head to look over your shoulder, you groaned when you saw Yoongi between your legs.

“Yoongi, come on,” you grumbled, pausing to bite your lip when his tongue moved back down and licked a wide stripe over your clit. “It’s almost 3am.”

“I know but your pussy just looked so good, I couldn’t resist,” he muttered against you and you rolled your eyes.

“Seriously, I don’t care about you coming home late but I have to be up early for work, ” you whined, starting to lose all the resolve that you had to be mad from how good he was lapping at you. 

“Look, if you really want me to stop, then I will and you know that,” he told you. “But if you let me finish eating your pretty little pussy and then fuck you, you can go back to sleep once I’m done.”

“You’ll make it quick?”

“As much as I can.”

“...And you’ll leave me alone afterwards?” You questioned softly and you felt him hum in agreement against you. “Fine, but I want cuddles too.”

“Anything you want,” he promised, immediately sucking your clit into his mouth afterwards. You sighed in pleasure, letting your head fall back onto your pillow as you laid there and let him do what he wanted. You began to wonder just how long he had been licking at you before you woke up and noticed, because you realized how fucking close you were to coming already.

“Fuck Yoongi,” you whispered, lifting your hips up and gently pushing back against his mouth. Yoongi groaned deeply, bringing his hands up and slamming them down onto your ass cheeks, spanking them. 

“That’s it baby, use my mouth to make yourself come,” he encouraged you and you nodded even though you weren’t sure if he could see, and you lifted your hips some more before you began to move yourself up and down. The feeling of his wet tongue sliding back and forth over your bare clit made you quiver, and you thanked yourself for making the decision to refresh your shave job when you showered earlier. 

“Shit, just like that,” you whimpered, your lower abdomen beginning to tighten as your orgasm wound itself up inside of you. Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, you took your left leg and pulled it up so that your foot was flat on the bed which gave you more leverage to move your hips. The new angle also made you open up more, which only gave Yoongi more area to roam his tongue over. 

“O-Oh,” you moaned brokenly, feeling like you were about to come at any time. Seeing how close you were, Yoongi decided to help you out, taking one of his hands off of your ass and slowly easing his pointer finger inside of you. He plunged it in and out of you as fast as he could, and you found your legs shaking lightly as you began to come. 

“Fuck yes!” You gasped loudly, pushing yourself back onto Yoongi’s mouth and finger with no remorse as you rode out your orgasm. You could feel yourself leaking out onto his finger, and the thought of your essence covering his fingers only turned you on even more. 

“There we go baby,” he cooed gently as you lowered your leg and let your hips fall back onto the bed. He slowly pulled his finger out of you, immediately bringing it up to his mouth and sucking it clean. Turning over onto your side a little, you bite your lip as you set your hand on your ass.

“Come on,” you whined. “Fuck me.”

“Oh, I thought that you were so tired,” Yoongi smirked. 

“I am, but now I’m also horny and you said that you would so do it,” you shot back, reaching out with your left leg and hitting him in the hip with the heel of your foot.

“I will, I will,” he huffed, sitting up onto his knees and pushing his pajama pants down, letting his cock spring free. He moved up so that his body covered yours and you turned back over so that you were fully on your stomach again as you opened your legs wider for him. 

“Ready baby?” He checked and you nodded your head. Taking the base of his cock into his hand, he guided his cock into you, groaning deeply as he slid inside. 

“Fuck,” you huffed as he stretched you out, and it wasn’t until then that you realized just how long it had been since you two had sex. 

“There we go,” he whispered after pushing all the way inside of you so that he bottomed out. “Look at you, opening right up for me even though it’s been a while.”

“Missed you,” you pouted as you lifted your head and looked back at him. He just chuckled at you, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Missed you too Y/N-ah,” he murmured, making sure that his knees were stable on the bed before he began to fuck you rhythmically. “Missed fucking you, missed how wet you get for me.”

“Mm, yeah,” you hummed in agreement, the tip of his cock reaching further and further inside of you making it hard to talk. “Fuck me.”

“I got you,” he shushed you, slightly picking up the pace of his hips. When you feel his cock finally brush against your g-spot, the loud and guttural moan that escaped your throat made Yoongi smirk in victory. “Right there baby?”

“Fuck yes, right there,” you nodded your head rapidly, not wanting him to stop. “Please, please, please.”

“Shit, you’re clenching on me already,” Yoongi grumbled as he fucked you harder, making sure not to pull out too much so that he was consistently fucking you right where you wanted him to. “You gonna come again?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you rambled, sitting up on your elbows and letting your head loll backwards so that it hung between your shoulder blades. Seeing the opportunity, Yoongi let his body fall down so that he was completely on top of you as he used one hand to hold you steady by your waist and the other hand to wrap around your throat.

“Talk to me,” Yoongi requested, licking a stripe over the skin of your neck as he grinded against you. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Feels good,” you replied, your eyes threatening to shut from his hand around your throat and you trying to talk through it. “So fucking deep Yoongi.”

“Yeah but you like it deep, don’t you?” He taunted you. 

“Yoongi,” you whimpered, wanting him to stop talking because of how much his words were turning you on.

“You like it when I fuck you so deep that you can barely talk,” he continued on as he moved his hand off of your throat, giving you time to breathe. “You like when I fuck you so deep that you can do nothing else but come all over me. You wanna do that for me baby? You wanna come all my cock while I fuck you with it?”

“Choke me again,” you requested.

“Ask nicely.”

“Please choke me Yoongi,” you pleaded, sniffling because the feeling of him fucking you was beginning to overwhelm you and you could feel like you were going to come soon but you didn’t want to do so without his hand around your throat. “Need it.”

“Shh baby,” he whispered, placing his hand back on your neck again and squeezing firmly. “Here you go.” He continued to dive his cock into you, with so much force that the only sound in the room besides your moans and his grunts was the sound of his skin smacking against yours. 

“F-fuck,” you drawled. “G-gonna c-come.”

“Give it to me,” he demanded, fucking into you even faster and you let out a small scream as your orgasm slammed into you. Yoongi took his hand away from your neck and you gasped breathlessly as he moved to suck on your neck, heightening the feeling of your orgasm. 

“I’m gonna come Y/N-ah,” he muttered.

“Come inside me Yoongi,” you told him and sure enough, with a few more thrusts, he was emptying himself inside of you.

“Fuck,” he huffed, moving his head out of your neck and kissing the side of your head.

“Here, pull out,” you said and he lifted himself off of you before doing so. After he did, you turned over onto your back and let your legs fall open. “Can I get a proper kiss now?”

“Well, I guess,” Yoongi joked and you smacked his chest as he lowered himself back down, kissing you firmly. You moved your hands up to his hair, tangling your fingers in the strands as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s lips and the post orgasm glow.

“You ok?” He checked in, using one of his hands to wipe away the small tears that started to fall from your eyes. “You’re crying.”

“Good, just overwhelmed,” you giggled. “As much as I love it when you fuck me while I lay on my stomach, I can never kiss you.”

“You could if you titled your head back,” Yoongi pointed out and you shook your head.

“Hurts my neck,” you replied, which made him shake his head as he looked down at you. Remembering that it was late, you looked over at the clock and gasped when you saw what time it was.

“Yoongi, it’s almost 3:30!” You exclaimed. “You were supposed to be quick!”

“That’s your fault for believing me,” he laughed, reaching down with one of his hands and letting his fingertips ghost over your clit. “You know that it’s hard for me to get out of you once I’m inside, because you just feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

“H-hey, don’t tease,” you whimpered, biting your lip at the over stimulation.

“Oh, I could definitely fuck you again then,” He smiled and you just rolled your eyes as you reached down and pushed his hand away. 

“No, you owe me cuddles now,” you shot back and he sighed with a smile. 

“Alright. You want me to help you clean up first?” He wondered, and you realized that he was referring to his come that was still inside of you. 

“Mm, no,” you answered and Yoongi rose an eyebrow at you. “Too tired.”

“All the more reason for me to fuck it out of you again in the morning then huh?” He smirked as he moved over to your side, wrapping his arm around your waist as you turned your back to him. 

“As if you’re gonna be awake,” you giggled.

“If it meant fucking you, I definitely would,” he nodded.

“You’re gross,” you grumbled.

“But you love me,” he replied and you smiled to yourself, because you definitely did. “Go back to sleep now Y/N-ah.”

[waywardimpalawriter]

“Kissing me breaks the promise… remember?" with Javier and can I please have a happy ending, I know it's angst prompts but.... :D Thank you!

Crazy Love

Pairing: Javier Peña x Plus Size Female Reader

Characters: Javier Peña, Steve Murphy, mentions Connie Murphy

Setting: After season one episode 7 ‘You will cry tears of blood’, five months after the events in ‘Heels’,

Rating: M (Mature), E (Explicit), NSFW, 18+ only please

Warnings: mentions of gun violence, almost killing a child, self hatred, smut, unprotected sex, Angry Javier (yes he needs a warning), angst, slight fluff at the end,

Summary: One slip up, reacting too quickly he could’ve ended the life of one way too young to fight the wars of old men. Thoughts filled with darkness, what if’s and self degradation. Wanting to loose himself in the only way he knows. To find because of you he can brave the dawn and the coming war.

Word count: 5,985 (with lyrics)

Notes: Thank you so much for the request sweetie, @autumnleaves1991-blog I hope you enjoy. Prompt in bold. The song used is ‘Crazy Love’ written by Van Morrison and preformed by various artists. This also a sequel to “Heel’s part 1” written some months back.

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Forever’s: @chickensarentcheap @jedi-mando

Knuckles white with the grip he’s got on the steer wheel, eyes darting between the thin packed streets and Murphy with the baby in his arms. “What about the kid? Any ideas where to take her?”

Missing the shrug, with his eyes back on the road, “For now I’ll take her with us.” Smirk twitching his dark blond mustache with the look Javier pins him with at a stop light. “Don’t worry Javi she ain’t gonna stay with you. Poor darlin can’t live on whiskey and cigarettes. Though the parade of women might slow with her at your apartment.”

“There’s no parade jackass,” trying to focus on the road ahead and off what almost occurred three hours ago.

Subtle tick to his jaw knowing something’s bothering his partner about what went down. More to the point of how it went to shit and letting two high ranking Sicario slip through their fingers. “Wanna spill what’s eaten at you?”

“No just take care of the kid don’t need you play shrink in my head,” pulling up to the embassy, Javier kills the engine turning fully to look at Steve. “Care to share your explanation to Noonan or will you wing it?”

Shrugging Steve glances down into her sleepy eyes trying to figure out just what he’ll say. More importantly what he’s going to tell Connie. “I’m not,” looking back over at Peña seeing a raised brow. “I’ll take her home to Connie, figure out this shit as we go.”

“I’m sure Y/N would babysit,” mentioning you name cut deeply as the last month he’s put distance between the two of you. Continuing the relationship based solely on your sexual needs instead of the feeling he keeps buried.

“Doubtful, she’s working on transferring out. Packing I’m sure takes her time up right now,” seeing the scowling confusion drawing his brows down. “You knew she asked for a transfer right?”

“When?” Curses fill his mind. Directed fully at himself for letting the situation spiral out of control to the point you’ve become that notch on his bed post. Telling himself he’s going to let you go but never finding the courage to actually cut the strings. “She never mentioned taking a transfer. ”

The nights spent together you never mentioned a transfer. But then words rarely left either of your lips that’s not in passionate pleas wanting more or demands for completion. Conversations the first to go in the crumbling relationship, embraces followed not long after and the final straw added a month and a half ago. No kisses on the mouth anyway a promise you made him invoke to separate the past pleasures from the present stalemate.

Revisiting those thoughts often, Javier understood why you made the decision. One he hated but respected. Wondering most nights why you still let him inside your soft plush body instead of putting up a wall between the two of you. Shoving him out of your life fully. But then the transfer you didn’t speak of talked louder than any uttered words could.

“Two weeks ago, something about returning back to the States. Damn shame Y/N’s a fucking amazing secretary even better person. Why’d you go fuck things up for us both?” Wanting to knock some sense into Javier but a part of Steve understood the other man’s reasons for pushing you away. “Just let her go man this job she’s not fit nor can put up with the stress. I know I pushed at first but whatever you did to shover her away it’s for the best.”

“She’s a lot stronger than you know,” said more to himself than Steve. Other mans words hitting deeper than Javier would say, his fingers tightening around the leather steering wheel. “You don’t know shit Murphy.”

“I know a month ago things changed between the two of you.” Switching the baby to his other arm cradling her close to his chest. “Whatever happened she become withdrawn, stopped smiling as much,” piercing him with a hard stare. “Reverting back to the woman I first met when coming Bogota.” Glancing out the windshield Steve drag a hand over his face exasperated sigh leaving his lips. “ piece of advice either fess up explain what’s eaten at you or let her go.”

Selfishness claws at his mind wanting to keep you from leaving. From getting away not only from Columbia it’s self but from him. The realistic half needing you safe a world removed from the war starting to build back up. This afternoon’s events flash through his mind of how he almost killed a kid. A fucking kid who tried to protect the Sicario scum he chased and cornered. Would’ve had him had the kid not pulled a gun on him. The decision not to pull the trigger an easy one this time. But what about the next? Making him no better than the men he chases if he decided to take the shot so easily. Affirming those thoughts to let you go for your greater good and health.

“Javi?” Snapping fingers to gain his attention. “Deep in thought or just swimming the shallow waters?”

Scowl taking up home over his features, “Don’t worry about it doesn’t concern you.”

“Fuck you say, she’s my friend to Javi.” Shaking his blond head wondering how much pushing it’ll take before Peña would break. “Besides I think Connie has a good chance at kicking your ass if you do anymore damaged. She’s wanted to get her hooks into you for a while now.”

Almost chuckling at those words though it’s mirthless and self deprecating. “She’s next in line,” tossing the words out while starting the Jeep. Silence reigns on the drive over to their apartment, pulling up to the curb and letting Steve out.

Who pauses in the open door, “Heading to Y/N’s? Or back to the Embassy?”

“Paperwork,” impatiently waiting for Steve to shut the door.

Eager for some peace and time to think. He sees you standing in the doorway arms crossed under your generous breasts. For once actually studying your features taking in the fact you look somber, dressed in well loved jeans and baggy T-shirt. No makeup, though Javi told you a thousand times how beautiful you look without all those cosmetics painted on your face. Heart kicking up at the way your staring at him. Barely seen with you so far away but he knows there’s a softness shining in your eyes. Emotions he’s never tried to decipher in other women till you. Thoughts now run into each other, fears chasing after wanting so much but feeling undeserving.

Soft chuckle echos around the Jeep’s cabin making Javi glance at Steve, “Time better served explaining than useless paperwork.” Looking over his shoulder to find you gone, “Before it’s to late and she’s gone.” Door slamming shut, Steve leans in through the open window with a meaningful expression on his handsome face. Patting the inside slight nod of his blond head before turning to go inside leaving Javier with to many thoughts.

Pulling away from the curb happening to glance back towards the apartments catching you standing at the window. Hand pressed to the glass unreadable look on your face one he’s sure shows signs of displeasure and anger. With a blink your silhouette disappears heart clenching at the thought he’s just imagined you standing there. Another curse flies from his lip, palm forcefully slamming down on the steering column doing nothing to temper the anger boiling inside his mind. Instead Javier guns the engine taking off at a high rate of speed receiving numerous honks in irritated warning.

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Letting the curtain fall back in place wild thumping of your heart pulsing out a rhythm that aches with every pound. Partly hating yourself for getting involved with a man incapable of having any kind of relationship other than sexual. Asking yourself why you keep letting him back into your bed, into your heart knowing it’ll just break in the end. Only one answer comes to mind and you push it firmly back into the dark abyss. Focusing on what you needed to done. Having struggled for the last two months with the decision to finally put in for a transfer home, away from Columbia and Javier Peña. Never an easy choice especially when you’ve fallen in love with a man who would never love you back.

Heavy knocking makes you jump in spot leaning against the wall by the window. Hand coming to rest against the quickly beating organ threatening to thump right outta your chest. Taking a breath trying to calm down from the freight you take small steps to eat up the distance towards the door. Another round of pounding has a scowl appearing wondering who would beat your door down at this time of evening.

“Hold your horses I’m comin’ already,” raising you voice loud enough to at least pause the noise.

Grasping the doorknob right when, “Hermosa,” his voice pulls your hand back almost as if the knob burned you with that very endearment. “Open up you can’t hide I know your there.”

“Go away Javier I’m not in the mood,” arms crossed glaring at the door. Pivoting on bare feet to track towards the kitchen going back to sorting through what your keeping and leaving behind. Freezing in place the unmistakeable sound of a key sliding into lock. Cursing the fact you never asked for the spare back and giving him one in the first place. Try as you might to make your feet move instead there rooted in spot when the door opens. “I didn't invite you in Javi turn your ass around and leave.”

Breath escaping quickly, eyes narrowing after searching the apartment he’s spent the last months in. Catching sight of half filled boxes, newspaper scattered over the coffee table, before landing on your furious features. Hands gripping wide hips, soft chin jutted out in annoyance while eyes spit anger burying the true feelings deep. “It’s true?”

“Why do you care?” Countering his words biting the inside of your cheek to keep tears from sliding coldly down your cooling skin. “Leave Javier,” exasperated and tired just wanting to move on, putting the relationship in the past.

Not two steps away his warm gun callused hand incloses around your wrist tugging and turning your plush body around to face him. “Not till you answer me.”

“We don’t talk about feelings remember Peña, your rules,” yanking your wrist free glare firmly in place.

Flinching at the harsh tone eyes scorching him with there intensity, his own somber and filled with regret. Deserving of those very words no matter how much they hurt. He moves forward for you to take one back reaching to grasp both shoulders. Taking another step out of his reach slow two step pattern finds your back pressed against the bar counter. Reminiscent of the first time you made love all those months ago. Except this time you’d stand strong push him away and not fall prey to those warm russet eyes filled with so many indescribable emotions.

“Stupid rule I never should’ve put in our relationship,” three feet of space between the two of you. Both chests heaving breaths eyes locked and searching. His eyes close drawing in your familiar scent letting it wash all the days stress clean for a single moment in time. Ear’s picking up the quick beating of your heart wishing as his eyes open a smile would bloom over those kissably soft lips.

“But you did and there’s no taking it back now,” firm stance starting to crumble under the weight of emotions filtering through his dark eyes.

Half way to reaching out his hands drop back to fist at his sides, “I’m sorry hermosa I didn’t mean…” unsure how to fix what’s broken. Never good at speaking his feelings even when the need presents its self.

I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles

And the heavens open every time she smiles

And when I come to her that's where I belong

Yet I'm running to her like a river's song

“What’d want from me Javier?” Pleading tone arms crossed to close your body off. Putting up a defense against the one man who’s managed to crumble every wall surround your heart. To starve off the bubbling emotions threatening to spill over and consume you.

Closing the small gap, callused hands cup both cheeks, fingers spread from apples to jawlines. Brushing his thumbs under your eyes his own pleading and soft ‘the puppy’ look you nicknamed it two weeks into the relationship. “To kiss you.”

Swallowing harshly, “Kissing me breaks the promise… remember?" Willing your body not to react, not to turn and place kisses to his palm. Nuzzling the warmth drawing peace from his comforting touch. “We made rules you know how I feel about kissing Javi.”

Almost two months ago things started to fall apart. Always asking yourself why you still let him into your bed and body. Part of you knowing the space carved Javier hole in your heart will never close. Not even denying the both of you those intimate kisses could change the fact he’s wormed his way through defenses long held too fall in love with your DEA agent.

“I know mi amor,” sliding one hand down from your face to wrap his arm around your thick waist. Pulling you flush into his embrace and against his body. Turning the both of you so it’s his back pressed into the counter. Savoring the softness wishing you’d hold him. Run your fingers through his hair and chase away the stress currently resurfacing with your tense posture. “I don’t want you to leave.” No truer words spoken ones that cut his very soul with the implications of what could happen if he didn’t take Steve’s advice.

Agony rips a new hole in your heart at his words, at the endearment dripping from those sinful lips. “You don’t mean that.” Eyes close to keep from staring into russet browns. Trying not to give in and foolishly hope he means what he speaks.

“I do hermosa,” eyes popping open at the barest brush of his chapped lips against yours, widen orbs find his shut, brow furrowed. “I don’t want to loose you.”

“Javier,” breathlessly whispering his name. The intensity of Javi’s declaration scares you not wanting to believe for a second his words ring true. Not when so many broken promises lay at your feet. Yet, if there’s one thing you know about Javier Peña he’s honest, never lying to you about what he wanted. Holding back sure, not letting you in those tightly held defenses of his own fuck yes, but lie to you never. Those thoughts make others chase after. Ones that scare you into thinking you’ve made a huge mistake by asking for the transfer. Could you leave his man who holds your heart? Walk away from a relationship that’s possibly just hitting a rough patch? So engrossed in those thoughts you don’t realize he’s tipping your chin up to angle your head in the prefect position to slot his mouth over yours.

Javier’s restraint having snapped with his name slipping from your bitten lips, wanting to meld the two of you together in the only way he knows how. Showing you with his body what his words couldn’t express. Javier captures your mouth in a bruising kiss filled with demands. Teeth biting at your lips, dragging plump bottom in to abuse with nibbles and soothing over with his tongue. Harsh gasp blown from your mouth giving him access to the warm cavern. Drinking from your well, tasting your flavor on his tongue always returning for more. Tangling together as his arm tightens around your soft waist.

Garnering a moan of need from deep within your chest. Attacking his mouth with your own, fingers coming into play by carding through those thick mahogany strands tugging harshly. Receiving a growl in return that vibrates down to your very core clit throbbing in response to his rough actions.

Mouths parting to gather air, “I need you hermosa please,” desperation coloring his tone foreheads resting together. The hand still cupping your cheek slides around to gently cup the back of your head. “I need…” swallowing hard, fighting to keep from taking you hard and fast right there. Burying the fear and pain, the anger and worry into your soft gentle body. Letting you sooth the demons threatening to consume his soul. But he couldn’t, promising to never show that side of himself to you.

Those thoughts in mind Javier moves in to kiss you only to chase your mouth till you place fingers over his searching lips. Seeing a spark of need in he eyes that’s closed away before fully blooming. Leading you to remember a conversation the two of you had at the on set of your relationship. Knowing what he needed and how, you step back watching his features fall with his arms to the side.

Only to have confusion replace the crestfallen expression as you tug the t-shirt up and off your body. Standing in just your panties and jeans, “I told you a long time ago Javier I’m not made of glass this body…” hands gliding up from your waist to soft tummy and generous breasts. “Won’t break if your rough with me.” Heat sparking in eyes that will him to listen, give in and take you. “If I’m staying and we work this out you’ll have to let me in.”

Each word hits him hard square in the heart, “I don’t want to hurt you cariño.”

“You already have Javier,” head dropping you go to tug your shirt back on. Only to have it ripped from your hand and tossed somewhere unseen. That soft gasp making his heart beat triple time. Strong arms wrap around your body to bring you back into his warmth. “Fix what you broke.”

There’s no gentleness to the possessive kiss Javier captures your mouth with. Large warm hands grip your plush ass to press into your tummy the thick ridge of his jeans covered erection. Low growl slipping passed parted gasping lips that angle for the right spot to draw those whimpers and moans he can never get enough of. Separating long enough to have you rip his tan button up open, little plastic disks pinging off the wall and tiled floor. Scoring your short nails over his soft tummy, toying with the button of his jeans.

“Fuck,” hissing through kiss swollen lips that attack your neck with bitting teeth. Wanting to mark each inch of you in reminder to himself of who you derive your pleasure from. “Do that again,” demanding cadence gets a soft smirk to spread over your bitten lips.

Keeping your eyes lock, breath existing quickly because of the passionate kiss. Short nails rake up his chest and leave little red lines behind. Detouring to pinch his pebbled tight nipples receiving another low growl against the skin of your collarbone. Where his mouth sucks a purpling mark laving his tongue over the bruising skin. Enjoying the shutter he feels race down your spine.

Pushing the shirt from his shoulders Javier raises his head to stare into your desire darken eyes. “Fuck me Javier till I can’t walk tomorrow.”

Simple words ignite a passion and deep seated need inside his body to claim and wreak you. Clothing becomes nothing more than obstacles in the way of having naked skin against his own. The two of your fumbling with buttons and zippers. His parting on a sigh of relief as you push the fabric to pool around his ankles. Nimble fingers brushing through course little hairs. Leading your hand to wrap around his shaft. Thick girth barely covered by your hand that you pump along heated velvet skin.

Smirking at the groaning string of Spanish curses falling from his lips. Only replaced by the pout, when he brushes your hand away. Mouth still just inches from yours brushing taking another sip from your lips. Drowning in the taste of your mouth, the feel of your plump lips against his. Devouring the pout and only breaking to whisper, “Later princesa.” Toeing off boots and soak covered feet pressing out of jeans, naked as on his born day for your eyes to devour.

Becoming insnared with his beauty far too long for Javier’s liking. Lips licked slowly watching the bob of his jutting cock. Mouth watering in want of a taste. Quick breaths expanded his soft covered muscular chest your hands itch to dust over. His handsomeness distracting you to the point a squeal issues from the back of your throat when he pulls you by the belt loops towards the couch. Skilled fingers making quick work of getting your jeans undone warm palms sliding the fabric down your body.

Javier drops back into the couch bringing you between his spread knees and placing kisses to your tummy. Nuzzling the underside of your breasts. Looking up to ensnare your vision with his own desire filled gaze. Strong arms holding you in place while eyes close, nose rubbing into your soft scantly skin resting his head on your tummy. Hands coming up to card through his hair gently this time tugging the locks and wrapping his shoulders with your arms. Emotions clogging your throat burning with the need to release the tears of mixed feelings.

Moaning head tossing back when his warm tongue peeking out to teasing the taut nipples his hands tug your panties down. Becoming impatient and ripping the thin cotton from your body. Making you gasp and look down into those desire blacken eyes you choose happily to drown in. “You’ll…” swallowing your words on a moan as those thick skilled fingers draw through your folds. Tapping your clit several times and retreating to slide inside your clinching walls.

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

She's got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down

And when I come to her when the sun goes down

Take away my trouble, take away my grief

Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief

“I’ll buy you more cariño and go with you to help pick out certain ones,” giving you a cheeky wink. Groaning with the feel of slick coating his fingers, smirk in place when your hands brace on his shoulders to keep from tipping over into his arms. Pulling his fingers out to suck them clean making sure your watching his every move. The resounding whimper he draws out brings the same smug grin too tug at his lips. Gripping the back of your thick thighs to spread your stance and slot his own knees between.

Pulling you down against him knees on either side of his thighs. Hiss issued at the contact of your dripping folds coating his shaft trapped between your bodies. Rolling hips to tease your own hands gripping the back of the couch to brace yourself while raising up. Deep moan breaks from your chest when Javier draws the fat cock head through your folds. Circling your clit as your hips match the movements. Waiting till he’s notched himself at your entrance before slamming down against him.

Head tossing back at the stretch and burn of him splitting you open gasps of delight echo and play with the groans from Javier. Who grips your hips, holding you against him for a time face buried in your chest. Hot mouth searching out blindly latching onto your right nipple to bite down just hard enough to make your quivering channel squeeze him tightly.

“Fuck,” single word mumbled against your skin. When you start to move setting a quick pace that’s hard and demanding. Head dropping back between your gripping hands. String of curses and praise leave his lips. “Just like that hermosa, so fucking wet for me,” grunting into your mouth that came to fuss to his. Sharing breaths while you move against his body.

Taking possession of his pleasure with a kiss that’s deep and hungry. Devouring the sounds he makes with each quick roll of your hips. Pressing your generous breasts against the hard plains of his chest, nipples brushing his skin as his own hands grip your thick soft waist. Leaving behind bruises with how tightly he holds you. One hand gliding over sweat slicked skin to cup a full ass cheek giving a squeeze before landing a hard slap.

Movements falter with the stinging pleasure coursing through your veins, “Javi.” Kiss breaking breathlessly to catch his eyes. Seeing the indecision clearly written, you nod leaning to brushing your lips over his ear, “Again please.”

Mouth buries against the spot where shoulder and neck meet, planting his feet firmly to thrust into your welcoming cunt quicker. Letting a moment pass till he lands another smack to the other ass cheek. Soothing the pain with his warm palm, “Like that princesa?” Drawing his nose over the sweaty expanse of his throat tossed back on a gasp. Bearing your neck to his hungry gaze and mouth.

Taking advantage to bite and suck, thick mustache abrading your skin in the most delicious of ways. Sending tingles to dance across your skin making your clit throb with each hard pound of his cock deep inside your quivering walls. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders for leverage as your knees sink into the couch and you bounce on Javier’s cock. Thick thighs shaking as orgasm builds quicker than you thought possible.

“Yes,” whimpering out in answer. Both hands cup your ass helping you move against him. Sweat slicked shoulders make for a tough grip movements becoming choppy and sloppy. Low whine bubbles from the back of your throat needing more but unsure how to say.

Javier picks up on the destress, pulling out making the whine lengthen. “Lay back on the couch for me hermosa,” seeing the confusion in your gaze. Javi tugs you to sit in the corner of the couch, pulling till your almost flat and he crawls between those thick thighs he wants wrapped around his waist.

Sliding back inside of you on a groan, “Still so tight for me princesa I could stay buried in your pretty pussy forever never growing tired of having your surround me.”

“Javi,” heat flares across your body at his words, face buried in your palms. Only to have them pulled and placed on his chest. Shocked yet pleased with his sentiments, the way he growls out the words setting off tingles dancing down your spine.

Gasping when he pulls out resting just the tip before surging back angling to hit that little spot only he’s managed to discover inside you. Right leg draped over his hip left dangling off the couch as your hands scrap and grope at his shoulders. Strong arms press on either side of you holding himself up while rocking his hips into yours. Setting a fast and hard pace that has you gasping, moans of incoherent words tumble from your mouth that hangs open trying to gather breath.

Watching with hooded eyes, drinking in the way you look, the passion morphing your features never wanting to let you go. To always see you in the throws of pleasure he delivers to your body. Praying to whoever will listen that you’ll stay. Those thoughts creating a fire inside his body that moves quicker.

Wanting to show you his feelings by repeatedly burying his cock deep inside your throbbing cunt. Loving your soft thick body with his mouth latching onto a breast. Nipping skin and taunt nipples, curling his tongue before biting down and switching to the twin. Feeling your nails score his back and shoulders only driving on his own pleasure.

Needing you to cum first though, Javier slides one hand between your slick bodies to caress your clit with tight circles of pressure. Smirking into your flesh when you gasp and squirm under him. His name breathlessly spoken to the heavens your back arching off the couch. “That’s my girl cum for me amor soak my cock.”

“Javier,” fingers card through his hair pulling his mouth back to yours. Tender and sweet nothing like the previous kisses as you pour your heart out to the man pounding you into the couch. Foreheads rest together, moans dripping from your lips brushing against his trying to hold back to draw out the pleasure. Afraid of the final moment he finds completion and walks out of your life maybe for good this time. “I love you,” unable to stop those three words from tumbling out. Orgasm slamming through your body with the hard thrusts of Javier’s hips. Crying out his name, arching against him breath stuck along with tears in your throat.

Swearing he heard things, Javier’s pace stuttered but his heart pounds quicker. Hips having a mind of their own as his body rushes to completion. Cumming harder than he’s ever in his life, filling your clinching walls with hot stick seed. Strength evaporated from his arms collapsing into your embrace. Burying his face in your neck, hot moist breath fanning out over your skin. Small after shocks roll through both your bodies garnering whimpers and moans from both of you.

Time, unsure of how much passes while you card fingers through his sweat slicked hair. Enjoying this moment, basking in the after glow of your love making while praying it’s not the end.

“Don’t leave,” words whispered into your skin so low there barely caught. Wondering if you’ve heard things your fingers pause watching on stuttering breath as Javier raises his head to stare into your eyes. Wondering if you meant what you said or just caught up in the pleasurable sex and let it out. It’s on the tip of his tongue to ask when you beat him to the punch.

“I… I…” words lost in the jumble of your mind unsure what to say. Fearful your passionate declaration went unheard or worse ignored.

Cupping your cheek surprised to find tears tracking down your cheek, “Don’t leave me Y/N please.”

Searching his bright russet eyes confused till you see what he’s really saying. Realization blooming across your mind your own hand coming up to embrace his cheek. Thumb swiping over the apple, “I’ll speak to Noonan.” Bringing his mouth down to yours for a soft sweet kiss.

“Do you really love me?” Foreheads resting together breath held, his eyes closed tightly fearing the answer.

Shocked he’s asking. Remembering the times you tried to get him to talk about his feelings becoming shut down pushing the conversation away or distracting you with kisses and sex. With the lengthening silence Javier dares to open his eyes catching the soft expression in yours that cracks his frozen heart.

“I wouldn’t say those words if I didn’t mean them Javi you know that,” continuing to brush your fingers over his stubbled jaw. Up into his soft sweaty hair to gently scratch his scalp knowing how much he enjoys when you do. Rewarded with a low purr from the back of his throat. “What happened today baby?”

Fear keeps him quiet for a moment till, “I almost killed a kid.” Lowering his stare to map your skin with his eyes adding the marks he left behind to his memory. Fear returning now that you’ve heard how much of a monster he’s turning into.

“Did you shoot?” There’s no accusations or incrimination, voice softly seeking a way to help sooth the demons you saw when he first arrived.

Carefully pulling from your warm depths and embrace to sit on the edge of the couch face buried in his hands. Missing the whimper at loosing his touch. You grab for the blanket draped over the back to cover yourself in self consciousness. Moving carefully to sit up and lean against his shoulder. Fingers carding through his hair slowly while placing the other around his waist. Waiting till he’s ready to start speaking not wanting to push.

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

Yes I need her in the daytime

Yes I need her in the night

Yes I want to throw my arms around her

Kiss her hug her kiss her hug her tight

Welcoming warmth enveloping his body that cleaves into you. Baritone rough with emotions, “No I couldn’t pull the tigger, didn’t want to shoot some kid who’s stupidly following the orders of a man who doesn’t care about him.”

“Listen to me Javi you’re not Escobar you’ll never have that narcissistic attitude.” Turning his face to look at you, brushing the stubble with your fingertips. “Yes you’ve done some questionable things for good reasons to take down this asshole who would gladly see all of Columbia burn just to get and keep what he wants.” Leaning in to brush your nose against his, “I couldn’t love a man who killed people for kicks Javier. That’s not what you do. You save people, protect them as best you can.”

Unworthiness filtering through his thoughts never expecting to find someone who loved him faults and all. Intertwining his fingers with the hand previously on his cheek bring the back to his lips to place a kiss. “I don’t deserve you hermosa,” swallowing harshly letting your hand go to stand. Unconcerned with his nakedness Javier stretches popping his back then looking down at you.

Worry etched in those beloved eyes that stare unblinkingly at the spot he just vacated. “Leaving now?” Biting off the words tears clouding your vision mistaking his declaration as rejection pulling the blanket tighter around your plush body.

Forefinger and thumb pinching the end of your soft chin raising your gaze to meet his, “Why would I leave when everything I want and love rests with you.”

“Javier?” Voice wobbling with unshed tears.

Pulling the blanket from your body taking in the curves and dips, the softness he’s itching to get his hands back on. But right now Javier brings the nearest hand to his lips, brushing the knuckles with his mouth mustache tickling your skin. Keeping your eyes locked as he tugs you up into his arms. “I’m serious Y/N I don’t deserve you but without you I’m a shell of a man,” bringing his free hand up to cup your cheek deep russet eyes burning with love staring into yours.

“What are you saying?” Fear coating the words, afraid it’s all a dream and you’ll wake without Javier beside you.

Drawing your mouth closer, strong arm wrapping around your thick waist, “I’m saying I love you Y/N and if you’ll have me I’m yours till you kick me out for driving you crazy.”

“You already do that Javi,” watery giggles escaping your lips that brush his twice. Reaching up to card fingers through the soft strands at the back of his head tugging just a little harder than normal. “Say it again.”

Grunting at the tugs sliding a hand down to cup a generous bare ass cheek to give a squeeze. “Drive you crazy.”

Just barely holding in the squeak, “No,” eyes rolling at his cheek. “You know what I mean Javier Peña.”

“I do,” slotting his mouth against yours stealing the breath from your lungs as he kisses you with a passion never felt before. Barely breaking to mumble those three simple words into your lips, “I love you.” Getting lost in your kiss while silently vowing to never let you go or break your heart.

And when I'm returning from so far away

She gives me some sweet lovin' brighten up my day

Yes it makes me righteous, yes it makes me feel whole

Yes it makes me mellow down in to my soul

[devilstruly]

plus one

female reader x timeskip atsumu

to sum it up: bokuto is having a party and our tsumu needs a date

warnings: atsumu being a little shit again and the sexual tension because it always has to be there if if we're talking about this guy

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Atsumu entered the Onigiri Miya with a proud grin on his face, taking his usual spot at the booth. A few seconds later, Osamu appeared, exiting the kitchen.

“Congrats on yer win Tsumu.”

“How did ye know we won?”

“Well if ye didn’t, ye wouldn’t be here lookin all happy dumbass.”

“Oh. Well thanks. By the way...ye should close early tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“Well since the Jackals have just won for the hundredth time this season...Bokuto is throwin a party.”

“All right, we'll be there.”

“Cool. Also, while we’re talkin bout yer girlfriend...does she maybe have a friend?”

“Why? Ye need a plus one or somethin? Why don’t ye go alone and hook up with a girl like usual?”

“I don't always hook up with girls! Anyway, Bokuto said that everyone had to bring a date…ugh. So does she have a friend for me or not?!”

“Go ask her yerself ye brat. She’s over there.”

Osamu said, nodding his head towards the table where his girlfriend was sitting. Atsumu quickly made his way over, sliding into the spot across from her.

“Heeeey”

“What do you want?”

“What? I can’t just come to talk to ma dear friend?”

“No. What do you need Atsumu?”

“Okay fine, hmph. I need a date for a party tomorrow.”

“I’m not gonna go with you.”

“NO! I didn’t mean ye! I wanted to ask if ye had a friend for me.”

“Oh.”

“So do ye?”

“Yes, but I’m not so sure about the idea of you going out with her…”

“Wha-Why not?! ‘M a great guy! Any woman would be happy to go out with me!”

“Sureee...but Y/N’s not just any woman. She’s my best friend and you’re not really the best choice when it comes to...relationships…”

“Wha’s that supposed to mean?!”

At that moment, a girl made her way out of the bathroom and towards the pair, but coming from behind she didn’t notice someone sitting in her previous spot. Coming up to her friend, Y/N smiled and slid on the little couch, a wave of shock washing over her when she bumped her side with something. Turning her head, she was met with the face of, the one and only, Miya Atsumu. Y/N’s wide eyes found Atsumu’s lazy ones and a blush was appearing on her face, whereas the blonde just smirked.

“Hi.”

“I...uh...hi?”

“Oh aren’t ye just the cutest with that little blush~”

“Uh...I...ahem...Do I know you?”

“I’d be surprised if ye didn’t. Miya Atsumu darlin, and ye are?”

“Atsumu, stop being a jerk. Y/N this is Atsumu, he’s Samu’s twin, and Atsumu, this is my best friend, Y/N.”

“Tha’s such a pretty name darlin, just like yerself~”

“See? This is exactly why I didn’t want you to meet her…”

“What are ye talkin bout?! ‘M not doin anythin! Anyway, angel, ye free tomorrow night?”

“Why?”

“M goin’ to a party and I want ye to be my date.”

“Well I-”

“She’s free.”

Y/N broke the eye contact she held with Atsumu to look at her best friend bewildered. The girl however, barely acknowledged her and looked at Atsumu.

“So?”

“All right then! I’ll pick ye up at seven!”

And with that the blonde left, leaving Y/N to comprehend what just happened. After a few moments of her gathering her thoughts, she gave her best friend a questioning look.

“What? If I’m going you’re going too. Plus I think that you two would look great together, and he needs someone normal to be with.”

“Since when do you think I’m normal?”

“I don’t. But compared to Atsumu, you could pass as normal.”

“Wow thanks.”

“Anytime.”

A couple of minutes passed with the two girls just eating in comfortable silence, when Y/N gasped.

“Wait! He doesn’t even know where I live!”

“I’ll take care of that.”

“Uh...oooookaaay…??”

~the next day~

6.55 PM

“Shit shit shit! Where are my shoes?! Shit! I only have five minutes!”

Y/N was frantically running across her apartment, almost tripping over her dress in the process. “Finally!” She picked up her heels, putting one on while the other one was still in her hand, when her doorbell rang. “Shit. Coming!” Reaching the door she opened it, while putting the other heel on. Flipping her hair out of her sight and over her shoulder, she met the gaze of the setter. “Hi!” Atsumu didn’t say anything and Y/N was avoiding his eyes while rambling a little.

“I hope it’s not too much, I didn’t want to go overboard. Or is it not enough? Maybe I should’ve-”

“Ye look beautiful.”

Atsumu cut her off, looking her up and down, taking in how she looked, before showing a bouquet of roses from behind his back. Y/N’s eyes widened upon seeing the flowers, she didn’t even think about him giving her anything.

“Oh...Thank you. They’re beautiful. You really didn’t have to…”

“Is fine, don’t worry bout it! Shall we?”

Smiling, she set the flowers on her kitchen counter and stepped out of her apartment, linking her arm with the one Atsumu held out.

Arriving at the party, Atsumu parked his car and opened the door for Y/N.

“Wow. Didn’t know you’re such a gentleman~”

“AH! I am offended! Of course I am a gentleman!”

“I know. I’m just messing with you.”

“Well I don’t like it.”

“Oh come on you baby, there’s a party waiting!”

“Hmph”

Walking in the house, the girl couldn’t help but look around in awe.

“This is a big house…”

“Yea. Bokuto’s parents are pretty-”

“TSUM TSUM!”

The blonde was cut off by an enthusiastic friend of his approaching him and his date.

“Is he drunk already?”

“Nah, that’s just how he is. He’s the nicest person ye'll ever meet, well besides Hinata. Jus relax. Bokuto!”

"Hi Tsum Tsum! Glad you made it! Ooh! And who's this beauty here hmm?"

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you!"

"Well nice to meet you too Y/N! Come on! You gotta meet the rest of our friends!"

"Bokuto wait-ah nevermind."

Atsumu sighed and followed his teammate, who was dragging his date towards a group of people. "Guys! Tsum Tsum has a date!" Bokuto announced with a smile, upon reaching his friends.

"Oh? That's new! I'm Shoyo Hinata, nice to meet you!"

"Meh, she's probably another one of his toys for the night."

Y/N opened her mouth to defend herself, but she felt an arm around her waist and another voice spoke instead of her own. "Well I'd hate to disappoint ye Omi, but Y/N here, is actually my girlfriend." There was a complete silence. Everyone was staring at a smirking Atsumu, including his so called girlfriend, but she realized that she needed to get in the character soon (for Atsumu's sake of course). "That's right, I am his girlfriend."

Thankfully Osamu and his girlfriend weren't with the group at the moment, so Y/N and Atsumu could be somewhat believable. Still, the stares were on the two and it was becoming a tad bit annoying. "If ye excuse us, me and ma girlfriend are goin to get somethin to drink."

Coming into the kitchen Atsumu grabbed two glasses and a bottle of wine. Making sure that no one was around, the girl spoke: "You know...usually when I'm someone's girlfriend, I'm aware of it." Atsumu's hand stopped midair and he didn't dare look up at first. Setting the bottle on the counter he rubbed the back of his neck and smiled guiltyly.

"Uh...bout that...M sorry...I just didn't want them thinkin I was taking ye for granted and ditching ye tomorrow."

"But...isn't that exactly what we're doing? We literally met yesterday and you asked me to go to this party with you."

"Uh...I...no...that's...NO! This is different!"

"Look, I'm not judging you or anything but um...care to elaborate?"

"I don't know okay! I didn't want them to think that ye were just a girl that means nothin to me and that I don't care bout! And I didn't want them to think that I was never goin to see ye again...be...because...I do wanna see ye again..."

"You do?"

"Yea...but it's totally fine if ye don't want to! I mean it's not like ye hav-"

Atsumu's rambling was cut short with a pair of soft lips on his. Getting himself together, Atsumu shut his eyes and kissed back. The two shared a passionate kiss, but eventually had to break apart for air.

"You talk too much."

"Yea? Well if this is how it's gonna be everytime I talk too much...might as well never shut up~"

"Don't get all cocky now Miya~"

"Oh I would never~"

"Oi lovebirds! Get yer asses in here!"

"Ughhh...stupid Samu..."

"Oh don't be like that. We can always pick up where we left off..."

"Oh ye bet we will."

Going back to the party with smiles on their faces, Y/N and Atsumu danced the night away, with Atsumu casually being cocky and trying all sorts of dancing tricks, like the spinning, and the dipping and what not.

"I think she's gonna hang around."

"Yeah me too. I mean look at him! I've never seen him like that before..."

"I've. He looks almost the same while playin volleyball."

"Oh she's definitely gonna stay."

Needless to say, it was a great night.

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

the special project

“Cross! We’re almost closing!” dream got closer to the actor that was sitting behind the scenes, a smile plastered on his face. He was holding his phone, and didn’t even look up to meet dream’s eyes-

“Hey- are you even listening!” dream pouted, and only then did cross’s eyelights met dream’s “Don’t worry. We can stay here a little longer- it’s not like the director likes to leave early!” his smile got a bit wider, but dream sat next to him, and looked over his shoulder- “…what are you looking at then?” dream wasn’t able to leave, not without cross at least, and he was getting curious; what could make cross ignore him so blatantly? Even memes weren’t so effective-

Cross suddenly nuzzled dream’s cheek, which made his face turn yellow as the other showed him his phone- the both sat in a more comfortable position, when dream finally read what was shown to him-

“It’s the reviews of the series! People are asking questions to both of us, and are speculating on the upcoming chapters- plus, they are even giving us compliments!” cross’s grin got wider-

Cross was pretty shy in person, so he tried his best to overcome that by acting, and meeting new people. though he was always so insecure about his acting skills, it didn’t stop him from entering both the underverse show and the dark cream studio- sure, it was a bit tiring, but he’s always enjoyed the times spent there, especially with dream, his best friend- though he considered him as more than that, he didn’t know how to ask him out, but the scenarios in the series was making things easier, considering they were both a couple in it-

Dream smiled- he was also happy to work with cross, and wanted to get a bit closer to him each day, though his brother was a pain very often- he swore to him one day that he’d snap next time he tried to get into a conversation between him and cross, not mentioning killer- though killer was the absolute opposite- cross and killer had been friends for as long as he remembered, and no matter how he denied everything, he was trying to hook them both together-

Even after dream’s protests, he was glad killer was trying to help, because he sure needed to-

“aww- how sweet of them! Wait- can I see some questions?” dream hummed, and cross huffed- “I dunno- they’re just some stuff about whether you like acting or not- the usual-“ he was obviously lying, so dream hopped on his phone as the other yelped in surprise- “h-hey! Give it back!” he jumped on dream, but the other laughed out loud- “oh come on! It can’t be this bad-“

He looked at the phone, but the questions and asks were all- about him? Dream blushed a bit, but cross snatched away his phone and huffed- “you’d get embarrassed anyway!”

Dream paused, what should he do to convince him? Well, teasing cross was always so fun, so he hummed- “okay- but how long will it take you to get off me-“ cross suddenly  realized he’d been sitting on the poor dream all this time, so his face got lit up with a purple hue when he finally got up- “s-sorry about that-“ he scratched the back of his skull, totally ashamed, but dream took the opportunity to mutter- “well- maybe now we can read the questions together- How about that?” he smiled, a tint of yellow on his cheeks- cross paused a second, then sighed- “we’re in for a ride-“

 They sat next to each other, trying to put the phone in the middle so it can be seen by them both. Dream felt his cheeks getting quite heated up- they weren’t usually this close to each other. on another note, if nightmare saw them like that, he’d do everything in his power to split them apart-

“Okay, first question: dream is this hot bastard on set, but how is he in real life?”

“pff- what is even this question?” cross snickered, dream only huffed- “well, how do you find me in real life then?” dream crossed his arms, but cross gave him a lazy grin and just answered- “well, I don’t think it really changes in person-“ “CROSS-“ dream pouted, and cross laughed out, but dream still continued reading-

“okay then- …oh- dream looks so good with heels, but does he like wearing them?” cross paused, awaiting his answer, when the other looked at him dead in the eyes and said- “anything to be taller than this bastard-“ cross busted out laughing, and dream continued-  “shut up you dummy- here is a question for you! Umm- are you scared of cows in real life-“ dream tried so hard not to laugh, but cross shivered- “people cannot understand how scary these creatures are- it’s nOT FUNNY to be almost eaten by a cow!” dream couldn’t take it, so he cried out- “ohaHA- I’ve already told you- c-cows are herbivorous- they eat grass and such- n-not skeletons!” dream felt bad to tease cross about something he’s afraid of, but cows cannot eat monsters, and that was a fact.

“ugh-“ cross pouted, then looked away. Dream paused, he wanted to say something, but just looked back at the other’s phone, and said- “…okay- here is a question for us both now- do you guys-“ dream couldn’t finish his sentence when he lost his eyelights- cross looked at him, wondering what was wrong about the question- “uhhh… okay, let me rephrase that! Mmm- s-so you guys are together in dark cream, but what is your relationship in real life-“

dream blushed, but tried to hide it- cross paused, then muttered- “well-“ if killer or epic could hear their conversation, they’d be cheering for him to finally ask him out- and if nightmare could hear them, he’d be running in too late, because cross inhaled silently and tried to let out “well, I would like to ask you out for this afternoon-“ cross’s face was getting very purple, but it was no match to dream’s- dream lost his eyelights again, and his mouth was half open. He dropped the other’s phone, and the other was lucky it landed on a carpet-

“u-umm- dream?” cross cursed himself- why did he just bring this up now! But dream whispered- “…okay- I’d love- I- I mean- we can go out together as soon as we finish some asks-“dream was so close to scream in happiness- he asked HIM OUUT! Cross chuckled nervously, but he took his phone from the floor, then continued-

“how is nightmare in real life-“ cross paused, then muttered- “I’m sorry dream, but I don’t know how you couldn’t notice how each time I previously tried to confess, he’d try to split us up” cross sighed, but dream laughed, almost maniacally- “ahaha- do you think I didn’t?!” cross turned around- “wait, you knew I liked you???” he was a bit surprised, but dream suddenly let out- “what- n-no- not really- I wasn’t really sure- but that idiot didn’t let me get closer to you!”

dream crossed his arms, but cross laughed out- “oh my- ahaha-“ they both chuckled for a little more, then cross tried to find another interesting ask when one caught his attention, though he didn’t voice it out- (what if cross tried to propose to dream on set? there is no way it’s not a good idea, maybe he can convince the director!) cross smiled, it was a good idea- but he wasn’t sure if dream was going to agree to it-

Dream yawned, it was getting quite late- “well- if you want to take me out somewhere, it’s time.” Dream stretched, and cross couldn’t help but think of how different he had become-

Dream used to be very sad when they first met, and had the appearance of a cute and innocent person, and he still is! But he was more confident in himself now; he finally looked… happy- so much more- he also looked more mature and hotter. Cross smiled, they both really changed from the first time they met, and he was so happy to take him out on a date, the person he truly admired.

“okay then, let’s go-“ he held the other’s hand, and dream smiled, and leaned on his arm a bit more, he wanted this to happen for so long-

 Thank god nightmare wasn’t here.

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now now, if that was the special thing, it wouldn’t have took me about two or three months to get it done, right? well, that’s because it’s not the end yet!

remember the anons that asked you guys your sonas or oc’s reference to draw a while back? well thank you guys so much for waiting

it took me so long, and you guys still waited for me to finish this

so how about a bonus “writing” to celebrate?

The place I will talk about is always warm and welcoming, there’s a bunch of tea and cookies and some apples lying here and there, and after an event called “sweet day”, candy and cake was left stacked up like the tons of ask received every day inside the little mailbox. This place contains very interesting individuals whose presence contribute in the fun and enjoyment of the visitors and the creator himself. After being there for a while, you might notice why these people are quite special considering the relaxing atmosphere of this place;

*knock* *knock*

who’s there you might ask? Well it is-

“DAILY POSITYVITY OF COURSE!!”

“Please close the door behind you after you enter-“

“what door?”

the positivity was so strong that it shattered a galaxy and went to another universe searching for a worthy opponent- love senders and daily positive anons are very frequent here, and as their name might show you, they are responsible of giving enough motivation and positivity for the creators, and the destruction of most doors, windows, walls, universes, and being obviously chased by negative and suspicious people trying to prevent them from giving the creators positivity.

“AAAaaAaAa-“

some anons are still wondering why they are simping for characters while others already gave a very specific reason “LEEEGS-“ some are also wondering how did the creator made them so hot- only a superior brain can do so mind you- just kidding- everyone can do it if they give him good heels;

This place had different phases, and if I had to describe it to, it may look like this;

“wait- how about a cute ship?” oh- Fluffynight!”but what about killermare? “So how about a love triangle!” “And where do we put this scenario then-“ “wait- what if it was all a show like underverse studios- how would they make tentacles then?” ”Wait- tentacle, you mean S!D’s? Wait! let’s say- they have a mind of their own-“”wait- but-“”OH my- I wonder how these tentacles would look like if their possessor is a Greek god-“”whoa- and "whatifnightmareactuallysentcrosswhoismortaltokilldreambuthefellinlovewithhim?!”

“Um…what? “

Please take this as a very brief explanation- some of these subjects can last a day- or two or even a week if it is a generator of ideas, no matter how cursed, sweet or angsty they are.

Creators are very common in this place, they can be artists, or writers, though there might be more talented people, but they might had never talked about it- they might be musicians, composers, singers, and so much more, but who am I to say? Maybe there is one who’s reading this that can draw, or write, do both, or so much more- I just am saying that this place is filled with amazing people!

There are some people who considered that S!D and cross needed kids, which is funny because, there are now a lot of ship children laying in their arms- they can be twin babies, independent teenagers, cute cinnamon rolls, or a result of neglect or a curse- and those different types of children make a very good source of inspiration, and provide ideas for both artist and writers;

The creators deserves support- and people do help their work to be shared, and considering some had made commissions available, there was and will be more support for them, and that’s why I wanted to add those who had bought some hot koffees. I am very glad that the creators are receiving support, because it makes them happy and motivated, and that’s honestly what all of them deserve; support.

Finally- this place has the healthiest and pleasing aura I’ve ever felt- and has very unique characters that are daily sending questions, or ideas, or creations, and listing everything would take a lot of time, but every single one of them is as unique as the other, so fear not if I haven’t included more- because there is too much-

And thank you for reading this little writing- I didn’t think you’d actually read such a thing ,but to be honest, I actually never thought you’d ever read any of the writings I’ve made- I’ve never thought this will be the first thing I will be associated with, writing. Because I only write when I have art block, or when I have a very good idea, or if it’s something I don’t want to draw now and need to remember to draw in the future, but it seriously made me so happy when people actually enjoyed something I’ve made, and I want the creators that I most enjoy and so much others to feel the same thing- the happiness that someone thinks you’re good at something, that’s why it is the most silliest and the most interesting gift I can ever write to thank you zu, and everyone who supports her, and the creators I’ve seen there! Have a nice day/night ♥

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the people included here are

@zu-is-here​ ; i wanted to thank u zu, because i wouldn’t have written or submitted anything if it hadn’t been for you, and that’s because i didn’t feel like you were “intimidating”, and by that i mean you answer every litlle ask, and you’re being nice to everyone, and i just wouldn’t have found so much entertainment this year without you and your blog, and everyone in it

@help-im-a-gay-fish​ ; you were very nice from our very first interaction- your art has always been so simple and beautiful, especially the lineart which i envy you for- your ideas were always so amazing, and you have very attaching and unique characters, so with you my to do list is never ending, but that’s what i love about you the most

@kotikaleo​ ; your art is just plain GORGEOUS, and i couldn’t, i just couldn’t ignore it, because the vibes i get from this blog is relaxing, the ambience is calm, and everything you draw, whether it’s traditional or digital is a masterpiece that i find myself begging to have the same amount of talent (also, i’m so sorry for your persona, i totally messed it up i’m so sorry-)

@dragon-tamer-1​ ; honestly, i liked your unique style, and your oc- the way you keep supporting people is always so sweet of you, and even if we haven’t interacted much, i’ve always liked your art from the sidelines, and i hope you liked this gift

@rinnyisangy​ ; i won’t go too long, but your art is SO CUTE, the sketch book drawings were so sweet and nice; since i’ve seen you appear a lot on zu’s blog, and you looked like a nice person, i decided to draw your sona, because why not draw a cutie?

@bluepalleteuniverse​ ; i’m SO sorry for the sona- i used the old one because as i said, i decided to draw this piece one mid july, so i asked you pretty early, and , because i thought it looked cute, i drew it very fast- on the other hand, i cannot express how cute your art is- it’s always so nice to see you around, and the positivity you give is astonishing- please keep it up pal

@enixani​ ; now, you are SO talented, yet you believe you aren’t- and i’m here to tell you that you have such a detailed, beautiful art, and you deserve way more support for the work you give, and i hope you like this drawing (i tried your coloring- it feels nice)

@sociallyawkwardfirefly​ ; i was too shy to interact with you, but i wanted to tell you that your writings are amazing- and i can’t because even your art is- so please take care, and know that i love your style

@noveltale​ ; your au is cute, your art is cute, what more? but in case you wanted to hear something else, voila une autre personne qui connaît les souffrances de la langue française, et des difficultés de la langue anglaise, parce que oui, je parle Français aussi (bonjour blue!)

@silentsquidsinner​ ; can we just talk about this person’s beautiful characters? i think they are AMAZING and well written- and the beautiful artstyle only makes it better, so please take this gift as a thank u for your talent-

@ginganinja​ ; i still remember when you were pretty active on tumblr, and i kind of miss those days, but i wish you the best on your decision, and i’ll enjoy your art on instagram, because you’re still awesome there!

@star-gamerxox​ ; your writings are a very good source of inspiration, as well as your characters- i honestly thought that your writing style was pretty fluid and interesting, so i wanted to draw one of you kiddos- hope you liked it

@mimosifolia1528​ ; remember seafood tale? yeah- i loved your creations, as well as your dark cream kid, and thought your art was very special and unique, so i thought it was worth a shot drawing you persona (fun fact, you were the very first one i drew)

@seertale​ ; i liked how cool and chill you look, and i thought your oc’s and art was very sweet, not mentioning that you were my favorite to draw- (the rainbow blob on star’s oc) so thank u

@evaundertale​ ; your art and blog is amazing, so whenever i see your art, it stands out pretty fast, it’s just so recognizable, and i would love to compliment it by giving you this little gift

@shinechermont​ ; now, i wanted to tell you that whenever i visit your blog, the drawing you make always make me feel a bit better, because they are so simple, yet so sweet, and i LOVE ursula (and mirage of course) so seing art about them is always heart warming

also featuring the anons- 

DPA, blue, red, orange, green, purple, lavender, cyan, black, white, cow anon, and cookie anon (who was the one who brought cookies there ;)) 

this is getting long, but let me just say that i wanted to add way more people, like firebug, curse-of-tales, ari-cuno, jann and so much more, but i feel like i couldn’t touch this project anymore- medibang even crashed because the layers were too much- but i love you guys all, even those who i haven’t included here

((sorry if you changed your persona in the meantime, as i said earlier, some sonas were drawn before you even changed them, so sorry in advance (also, because this is three or so months old, the style is messed up, and there is some old art mistakes that i was too lazy and tired to fix)

this is getting too tall, but please thank you

this was writing anon- aka me, yuri <3

[descendantofthesparrow]

Shuffle Playlist - Rewrite - Part of Your World - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 15 - Sleepy mornings and try outs

*this is pretty much just a filler chapter srry if its boring*

=

You woke up to the sound of your alarm going off, Harry groaning into your neck as you smacked it to make it shut up. You peeled open your eyes, letting out a harsh breath as the sun just barely peeked through the shut curtains. “what time-“ you glanced at the alarm clock, harry yelping as you suddenly sat up and knocked him off your torso “WHAT THE FUCK ITS 9 AM?!”

You tried to remember what time you and harry had gone to take your nap…you got back to your room at like, 1:20 pm, Harry took a thirty-minute bath, it was twenty minutes doing his nails and-2:10pm that’s when you and Harry went down soo that was…19 fucking hours of sleep holy shit.

“What's wrong?” Harry's groggy voice finally broke through your bewilderment. You turned and let out a soft sigh, smiling at his slightly grumpy look, his eyes almost completely closed and his hair a fluffy mess.

“We slept for nineteen hours hun” you chuckled, bursting out into laughter as Harry just stared at you for a moment and then pushed his head into your pillow and tried to pull the blanket over his face. “Harry no, we have to get up, we missed lunch and dinner, we need to eat” you pulled back the blanket, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek “Come on”

He made a grumbled complaint but obeyed, slowly sitting up only to rest his cheek on your shoulder and lean heavily into you. You rolled your eyes with a fond smile on your face as his arms wrapped around your waist and tugged you into him “Yes yes I know, cuddles are great, but Saturday pancakes are even better” he peaked up at you again and seemed to consider your bribe before closing his eyes again and tightening his grip. “Alright, then I guess I’m going to breakfast alone and leaving you here in this warm bed that’s going to turn cold without me here to cuddle you~” Harry groaned and finally sat up, pouting as he dragged his feet to his room to get dressed “Thank you!”

He let out a small grumble and opened your door, shaking his head to wake himself up more. The door closed behind him as he stepped out and you jumped off your bed to get dressed.

You decided on a comfy red long-sleeved shirt that you had also commandeered from Harry a few weeks back, your most comfortable pair of jeans, and some black sneakers.

You freshened up in your bathroom and sighed, grabbing your key to lock your door when you saw a note on your corkboard. You walked closer to it and took it off the board, holding it close to read.

-Thank you for helping me design yours, Harry’s, and Gil’s outfits, it saved me a lot of brainpower I needed for other things :3

-Evie <3-

You smiled and set the note on your desk, grabbing your bag and checking inside, nodding as you spotted your sketchbook, pencil, eraser, and some snacks inside. You grabbed your phone from your desk and walked out of your room.

As you locked your door you heard Harry's dorm room door open and close, arms wrapping around your waist moments later “Hi love” you hummed, turning in Harry's grip and pecking his nose, smiling at the small grin that came from your affection “Come on, let's go get some food, we need the energy for today” He gave you an odd look before he remembered

“oh, righ’ cotillion” he grumbled, hands sliding up your waist and trailing down your arms, intertwining his fingers with yours. You squeezed his hand and walked down the halls with him, humming to yourself as you walked towards the cafeteria.

“So how are you feeling today?” Harry thought for a moment, rolling his shoulders and tensing his arms, then shrugged.

“Not sore anymore, I think the bath helped with tha’” you nodded in relief.

“That’s good, I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable the entire day, soreness is not good for dancing” Harry rolled his eyes at that and snorted.

“Yes, because that’s all I’m goin’ ta do, dance” you gently pinched his arm with your free hand “oi!” you snickered at the noise he made and pushed open the cafeteria doors, the smell of pancakes, waffles, French toast, eggs, bacon, and many other breakfast foods invading your senses.

“Yum,” you hummed, squeezing Harry's hand one last time before moving to get in line for your food “find a table for us?” Harry nodded and looked around, spotting the vks sitting around a large rectangle table with two more spots open. He walked towards it and plopped down next to Carlos, who shifted to the side a bit to give harry a bit more room.

“morning~” Evie sang, giggling a bit as Harry crossed his arms on the table and laid his head down on them “oh someone’s sleepy~”

Harry just grunted and lifted one of his arms from below his head and placed it over his face, hiding the light from his eyes. “I haven’t seen you or (y/n) since the talk…where the heck have you been?” Jay asked through a stick of French toast, reaching forward and poking at Harry's bedhead.

“When I went to go drop off (y/n)s dress they were asleep…I think It was like, four-thirty? So, I think they’ve just been sleeping the entire time” Evie laughed, turning and smiling as you passed around the table and set a tray in front of Harry and sitting down across from him. Harry parked up, licking his lips as he looked at his pancakes, sunny side up eggs, bacon, and strawberries. “so, where have you two been for the last day?”

You snorted, facepalming a bit “we slept for nineteen fucking hours Eve” the table stared at you in shock as they snickered at the absurdity of your words “I know I know, but one moment it was two-thirty the next it was nine am”

Carlos sighed, shaking his head “you two are not going to be able to sleep for two days” Harry grunted through his fork as you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever, I have a fucked-up sleep schedule anyway not like that’s going to do me any worse” Harry snorted at that, pausing the inhaling of his food and gulping down his apple juice.

Evie clicked her tongue in disapproval and stood, taking her empty tray with her “I bet you’re happy that summer vacation is soon, then you can sleep till your heart's content without missing class” you grinned at her as she walked away towards the trash cans.

“When’s summer vacation start again?” Gil asked, shoving a hard-boiled egg in his mouth, nodding as Carlos answered for him.

“Monday, I think yesterday was the last day of school but I think we were all a little busy doing something else heh” you hummed, tapping your finger on your cheek.

“I think yesterday was a start of a three-day weekend, FG said something about letting everyone get a day of rest before cotillion” Carlos squinted a bit and nodded.

“Yeah, I think I remember her saying something like that, well, at least we won't get in trouble for missing algebra” the table snickered a bit, Harry pushing his empty try towards you and laying his head back down on his arms. “Geez you two sleep for nineteen hours and he’s still tired.”

“Well, I don’t think he slept on the isle, plus sleeping too much can make you even more tired, Harry come on, you can’t go back to sleep” you shoved at his shoulders, giving him a soft smile as he glared at you “I’m sorry love, I’ll get you some coffee from the café how bout that?” he kept glaring for another moment before it softened.

“Mocha-Caramel frappe” he flopped his head back down and his shoulders rose and sank in a quick motion.

You stared at him for a moment before looking at the others “those don’t have a lot of caffeine, right?” Mal shook her head “okay you answered that way too quickly” she snorted and smiled at you.

“Just order with an extra shot of espresso, that’ll keep him for the day and through cotillion” You mentally noted that and thanked Mal, turning back to Harry and pushing at his shoulder.

“Harry, come on, go with Gil to the amphitheater, I apparently have some people to watch try out for the team” he let out another grumble, pouting as Gil stood from the table, handed you his tray, and hoisted Harry from his seat, carrying him in a fireman's hold before Harry forced Gil to put him down. You giggled as Harry grumpily made his way to the amphitheater with Gil just behind him, hopefully preventing Harry from running back to your room to get more sleep.

“When did you learn ‘bout the new ones?” Jay asked through a mouthful of waffles, swallowing them down with cafeteria coffee.

“When I woke up to a text from Fergus, get this, we have ten people who signed up for the team” Jay and Carlos’ jaws dropped “I know right?”

“Probably cuz you kicked off Chad, right?” Mal guessed, popping her last strawberry in her mouth and laughing as you winked at her.

“yep, I’m fully betting on that” you took yours, Harry’s, and Gil’s empty trays and walked towards the trash can, raising your brow as you saw Evie was still standing there, now talking to some of the girls who had gotten their dresses asking styling questions.

“oh, I would do a natural look with some rouge lips, it would make your eyes and dress pop a bit more” Sophia; Robin Hood’s daughter, nodded and pulled out her phone, going to look up make-up references before you pulled Evie away.

“Sorry girls, I’ll be stealing the princess now” the others whined as you set your trays on top of the can and pulled Evie by her arm back towards the vks.

Evie let out a sigh of relief and slumped against you “thank you (y/n)! I would have been stuck there for ages! I love helping style but I’m still not fully awake and ready to deal with all that” you hummed in response and let go of Evie as you arrived back at the VK table.

“alright I’ll see you guys later, I gotta go look at R.O.A.R tryouts” the four VKs nodded and engaged in their own conversation.

You spun on your heel and walked out of the cafeteria building, making your way back towards the main school to get to the amphitheater inside. Passing by a couple of students who were grabbing the last of their school supplies before summer vacation started.

You pushed the doors to the amphitheater open and nodded to the group that was standing just to the side of the main ring, they nodded back and you walked over to Harry, Gil, and coach, the latter handing you a clipboard with the names of the those who were trying out.

Amra Triton

Raven Loxley

Kuzo Emporia (made up last name don’t come for me)

Ellie DunBroch

Alvin Oldenburg

Yuan Yao

Adrian Liddell

Tyron Maldon

 Eva Fitzherbert

 Pax Darling

You nodded to yourself as you looked over the names, you glanced up from the clipboard and let out a piercing whistle, the new recruits immediately falling into line. “alright! We’re gonna do this tournament style! The last one standing gets the spot! Any cheating and you’re permanently banned from even trying out for the team. Line up just in front of the boxes, two lines please!”

The recruits obeyed and lined up, two lines of five in front of you.

You started to call the match.

“Ressembler!”

“salute”

“lower the point”

“masks down”

“en garde!”

You waited a few tense moments before letting out another whistle, the chaos of the fight almost immediately deafening the room. Ellie quickly took out two others, flipping over Pax and landing behind them, spinning on her heel and smacking their butt. Pax quickly spun around and blocked another swing of Ellie's sword, the two quickly delving into their own match.

You looked over at Tyron and Yuan, the latter of the two easily kicking the former's ass. Tyron let out a yelp as he fell to the floor, sword sliding across the ring and hitting the wall.

“Tyron; out! Stand behind the line!” the teen smiled at Yuan and hopped up from the ground, jogging over to the line that was behind you and coach and continuing to watch the mini-tournament.

Amra and Adrian’s swords were flung out of their hands, coach quickly calling them out of the ring. They moved to stand by Tyron and watched the rest with rapt excitement.

Ellie finally managed to disarm Pax and caught the sword she had sent flying with her free hand. Pax let out a sigh and ran over to the others who had been called out.

Ellie turned to Raven and the two immediately began to clash swords, the others still in the match stopping for a moment to watch with wide eyes as the two girls easily matched the skill of the other and blocked and parried so hard the blades shook.

Eva took the chance of the distraction and took Kuzo out of the match, the latter pouting as they stomped over to the others.

It was down to five; you let out another whistle, making them split apart and stand at attention.

“stand around the blocks and wait for the signal” once more they obeyed and stood around the ring, just next to the parkour blocks.

You and Gil watched with rapt attention as the last five started at each other with giddy looks, Eva and Ellie flipping their blades to release some of their energy.

You let out another whistle, laughing a bit as Ellie launched herself at Alvin and took him down within seconds. The boy huffed to himself and scooted out of the ring, sitting crisscross on the floor and leaning back on his palms with a grin.

Now only four left, it was two versus two for a moment before Yuan kicked Eva out of the ring, leaving just the three girls to battle for the spot on the team.

Ellie jumped back as Yuan swung at her, the latter blocking a stab from Raven in a swift motion before spinning into a crouch and kicking Raven's feet out from under her. Yuan kicked Raven’s sword away and ran towards Ellie as Raven was pulled out of the ring.

“last two” Gil muttered to harry, mentally wishing he had popcorn, this was better than those action movies Ben had shown them. Harry let out a low grunt, while the fight was exciting, he was still pretty tired and was just wanting to go back to bed until cotillion.

Ellie and Yuan quickly clashed swords, the two evenly matched as they danced around each other.

Swing, parry, block, thrust forward, block, flip over parkour block, parry, swing, miss, flip, block, repeat.

Then, at last, Yuan’s foot slid just a bit more than she was meaning to and Ellie took the chance, placing her foot behind Yuan’s and sliding it back, throwing Yuan’s balance off.

Ellie ducked under Yuan’s arm and hoisted her up, flipping her over her shoulder and slamming her into the ground.

“call it!” Coach yelled out, the two girls halted in their fight and stared at each other, their chests heaving with heavy breaths.

You walked into the ring, holding out your hand to Ellie who grinned and eagerly took it “congrats Ellie, welcome to the team!”

The others who had been defeated cheered and walked over, ruffling Ellie's hair and congratulating her “and great job to the rest of you, if there's ever another spot open, I want you all to try out again!”

They call cheered in agreement, setting down their gear and walking over to coach as he called them over.

You walked over to Harry and cupped his face, tilting his head up to you and smiling at him “hey sleepy baby, how bout that mocha-caramel frappe now hm?” he gave a soft smile and nodded, grabbing onto your offered hand and pulling himself up, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leaning towards the doors “Okay okay we’re going, see you guys!”

Ellie and the others waved back before turning back to coach.

You, Harry, and Gil walked out of the school and headed to the campus café.

-

It was only two hours to Cotillion. And Uma was pacing around Ben’s room, she had spelled the king only 10 minutes before, but now she had to wait the two hours till 6 pm to even do anything, lest anybody get suspicious.

Luckily Ben had let her stay in his room at the castle and informed everyone that his room was not to be entered till after cotillion. Possibly; that it could have also created suspicion but Uma was not aware of Ben's habits enough to know that it would or not.

But she would have her revenge on Auradon, and do what had been promised 5 months ago.

The barrier would come down.

And Harry and Gil would regret betraying her.

-end part 15-

Srry again if this one was boring but at least it ended interesting?? Anyway, cotillion starts next chapter!

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[vincess-princess]

Valentine’s Special

a belated present from me for the Valentine’s day and at the same time a completed request for @cometsnix <3 sorry for making you wait so long, dude, i hope you like it :)

Fandom: Motley Crue Rating: T Pairing: Mick Mars\Nikki Sixx Word count: 1990 Warnings: lovestruck Nikki and an unhealthy obsession with blue eyes Summary: What do you do when you have no money and a local bar sells Valentine’s specials at a discount? Right, you and your friend pretend to be a couple.  Author’s note: basically a little silly ficlet :) haven’t really written fluff for a long time, so this one was fun to do. 

“Ew,” Nikki kicked a cardboard heart that was displayed at the entrance of the bar. “The most stupid holiday in existence. Who even came up with that bullshit?”

“Some gay priest or something,” Vince shrugged. “Dunno, man, girls like it. I tell you, your chances of hooking up on Valentines are way higher than usual. If you know how to act, of course.”

“For you, maybe,” Nikki waved his hand. “But I’m not gonna pretend to be romantic and all that stuff just for a hook-up. They gotta accept the real me, you see?”

“Nobody wants the real you, dude,” Vince laughed. “Especially girls. Anyway, are we entering, or?...”

“I’m in if girls are in,” Tommy smiled widely.

“That’s my boy,” Vince patted his shoulder. Nikki wanted to laugh at how he had to rise on his tiptoes to do that, but then he noticed Mick, who was following them silently, as he always did. He was looking at the cardboard heart lying in the dirt by the bar door. His face was devoid of emotion, but his eyes glinted strangely in the dim light of the bar’s neon sign.

Then he raised his head and looked straight at Nikki, and Nikki felt goosebumps running down his back. He quickly picked up the cardboard heart and put it back in its place.

“What, is our badass Nikki Sixx afraid of getting caught?” Vince, of course, had to comment, but Nikki didn’t even hear him. He turned away from Mick and pushed the door, trying to shake off the strange feeling a second of eye contact with Mick had given him.

The bar was almost full, mostly with couples whispering to each other and laughing too loudly at each other’s jokes. Vince spotted a couple of girls sitting at the bar and eyeing every man who entered, touched Tommy by the shoulder and nodded at them. Tommy’s face lit up. The girls weren’t even that pretty, but those two could fuck whatever moved and what didn’t move they would move themselves and fuck as well.

“Pick a table, guys,” Vince said to Nikki and, pulled by Tommy, headed to the bar, not looking back even once.

Mick and Nikki looked at each other and rolled their eyes in unison.

“I swear, they only think about one thing,” Mick murmured. “Let’s go find a table.” He turned around and looked over the bar. The only free places were either at the counter or at little tables for two. Damn it.

“Looks like someone will have to move,” Nikki said mischievously, nodding at the closest booth. The couple inside was in the middle of a passionate kiss.

Mick raised an eyebrow, and Nikki immediately felt like an idiot. Mick was very good at that.

“They can kiss perfectly well at a table for two!” he began, but Mick stopped him with a wave of a hand.

“Go on, hero,” he only said, but Nikki could see a smile in the corners of his mouth. Something warm as though spilled into his chest. Mick didn’t smile that often.

The couple didn’t stop kissing even as he appeared at the table, only letting each other go when he grabbed the guy’s shoulder. “Hey, lovebirds, time to move. Me and my friends need a table.”

The girl looked at him misty-eyed, probably still processing the kiss. The guy, though, understood everything perfectly well and began to go red with anger. Nikki couldn’t measure his height while the guy was sitting, but his shoulders were way wider than his own.

“We were here first!” the dude began.

“Yeah, yeah, heard that,” Nikki interrupted him. In these situations, being outrageously impudent was sometimes the best choice. Sometimes. “You two can move to that table ri-i-ght there,” he pointed at a small table in the corner with dirty plates still on it. “Atmosphere, privacy, music, it’s perfect! Come on, come on,” Nikki pulled the guy out of the booth by the shoulder. For a second he thought that the couple would actually move to that table, but then the guy flexed his muscles threateningly and grabbed Nikki by the collar of his jacket. Well, damn, this bar surely could use a little shake-up today.

Nikki’s back slammed against the wall. The girl screamed “Jordan!” behind their backs. The guy let go of one side of Nikki’s collar, but only to clench his hand into a fist, which then would certainly collide with Nikki’s nose.

But then a thin palm with long, delicate fingers landed on Jordan’s arm and grasped it firmly, holding it in place.

“Hold your horses, Jordan,” Mick said calmly. He looked absolutely relaxed, and only Nikki and the guy himself could notice how deep those fingers dug into his skin. “Be considerate for once in your life and move to that goddamn table.”

Jordan slowly turned his head and looked Mick in the eye, and Nikki realized with a shudder that Mick was way shorter and slimmer than the guy. Why did he even interfere, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to fight him off since Nikki, with his six-feet height plus four-inch heels wasn’t intimidating enough for him?

Nikki could handle getting beaten, it wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last, but he somehow really didn’t want Mick to get hurt because of him.

Seconds passed. Jordan looked at Mick and Mick looked at Jordan, with his icy blue eyes that always left Nikki slightly uncomfortable, and Nikki kept expecting Jordan to punch Mick and the fight to begin. He could already feel his fists clenching at the thought of the guy hitting Mick, and the goosebumps of anticipation running down his neck and back.

Then Jordan’s grip on his collar weakened.

“Okay,” he said, and Nikki only now realized he was holding his breath. Jordan released him and moved to the table in the corner, his girl following him unconfidently and repeatedly shooting glances at Mick and Nikki.

“Wow,” Nikki mumbled, turning to Mick. “How’d you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Well, calmed him down like that,” Nikki felt stupid under Mick’s unblinking gaze. “I thought he was gonna break my nose for sure.”

“Not everything has to be solved with violence, Sixx,” Mick waved his hand. “Now, are you waiting for someone else to occupy that hard-earned table?”

“Yeah, sure,” Nikki hurried to the table probably way faster than was necessary, but he wasn’t ready to undergo something similar again for a damn table. Though if Mick was going to save his ass again… oh, nevermind, he cut himself off. He was perfectly capable of defending himself. Even from guys like Jordan.

Mick followed him, though maybe with more dignity, and they finally settled in the booth, sitting next to each other on a soft couch. An almost irresistible urge to move closer to Mick washed over Nikki, the urge to feel the warmth of his arm against his own. But then Mick would probably look at him with his staggeringly blue eyes full of contempt, and say quietly but very distinctly “Knock it off, Sixx”, and everything would be ruined. So Nikki stayed in his place, almost afraid to even turn his head to look at Mick.

“Whatcha waiting for?” Mick reached out to take a menu from the other side of the table. “Are we gonna eat today or not? I’m starving.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Nikki laughed nervously and took a menu handed to him by Mick. Their fingers brushed, and Nikki almost had a heart attack. He opened the menu on a random page and pretended to read the description of the dish.

What the hell this goddamn holiday was doing to him?

“Hm, Valentine’s special?” Mick said, moving closer to look into the menu. Turned out the page Nikki randomly opened had a special offer for couples on the Valentine’s day – fifty percent off for the second dish if those ordering it were a couple. “Look, it’s pretty cheap.”

“Yeah,” Nikki rasped. “Only we’re not, hm, a couple, y’know. Also we’re both dudes, just saying. They won’t believe us.”

“Well, if you keep being such a sissy, you can as well pass for a girl,” Mick snickered, and this was something Nikki absolutely couldn’t handle. He – a sissy? Fucking watch me.

“Hey!” he waved to the waitress to attract her attention. She was a good-looking girl, but now Nikki didn’t have time for that. As she approached, a notebook in hand, Nikki pointed at the Valentine’s special. “Could we have this, please?”

“Um,” the waitress stammered, “this is only for couples.”

“Yeah, we know,” Nikki nodded. “We are one.”

“You’re trying to prank me, aren’t you?” the waitress laughed nervously. “Sorry, guys, but we don’t give out special offers to anyone who asks.”

“But we’re not ‘anyone’,” Nikki insisted. Mick watched him from the side with those piercing blue eyes, and Nikki could practically feel his heavy gaze on his skin. “We’re a couple. We deserve to get the special offer. Or are you being homophobic? Do you want your establishment to be claimed as such?”

“What? No, no!” the waitress waved her hand, her cheeks flushed. Nikki even felt pity for her. But he needed to prove a point. “But we can’t just give it to you without- without proof-“

“Oh, you need proof?” Mick suddenly said. Nikki turned to him and almost flinched: Mick’s face was so close to his he could see his nostrils moving with every breath he took. “You’ll get it. Come here.”

He wrapped his arm around Nikki’s waist and pulled him closer.

And then he kissed him.

It lasted only a few seconds, a mere brush of their lips together. It was endless, infinite, and at the same time too quick, and over too soon. Mick’s lips were warm and dry, and his hand on Nikki’s waist firm and confident. Nikki wanted to dissolve into his arms, merge into his body, become one with him, breathe his air and- wait, that was getting a little weird.

Mick broke the kiss, and Nikki felt like a part of him had been taken away with it. He blinked a few times, still trying to process what happened.

“See?” he heard Mick’s voice as though from a distance. “Was it enough proof for you?”

“Yes, yes!” the waitress hurried to write the order down in her notebook. “Anything else?”

“Four beers, please,” Mick said, and he was talking so calmly, so casually, like a life-changing event hadn’t just happened to him. Maybe it really didn’t. Maybe he kissed his friends regularly, Nikki just didn’t notice-

“Hey,” Mick turned to him, “are you alright? Was that okay?”

“Er,” Nikki raised his gaze and looked Mick straight in the eyes. How was he supposed to say that was the best thing that happened to him in his entire life? “No, no, it- it was okay, don’t worry. Maybe we could- we could- do it again? Maybe some other bar has Valentine’s specials…”

“Maybe,” a little smile appeared in the corners of Mick’s mouth. “I wouldn’t mind, actually.”

“Me too,” Nikki murmured. His hand, acting on his own, found Mick’s and entwined their fingers. With every second passing Nikki expected Mick to move his hand away, but Mick never did.

They released each other’s hands only when Tommy and Vince came back to their table and plopped down on the other side of it. The girls at the bar looked at them with dreamy eyes.

“They aren’t supermodels, of course,” Vince nodded at them, totally oblivious to the blush that covered both Nikki’s and Mick’s cheeks, and the fact that they were sitting way too close to each other than friends usually do, “but could use some company, if you know what I mean.”

“I’ll pass,” Mick shook his head. His hair tickled Nikki’s cheek.

Nikki shot Mick a quick glance and said, “Me too.”

[calypsoff2]

Two. Part 3

Clapping my hands as the staff at the restaurant finished singing Happy Birthday to Tianna “thank you” I said to the waiter, looking over at Robyn as she recorded me “what are you doing?” I said laughing, she touched my face giggling “happy birthday baby, are you happy?” Robyn said as she is still recording her “yes!!” I can tell my baby is happy, the biggest smile on her face “thank you!” Tianna said as the waiter took the sparklers away “all mine!?” She spat pointing at the ice cream “all yours baby, you can eat it all if you want or you can let daddy have some. Seeing as mommy won’t let me have any” the dessert is bigger than Tianna’ face, she doesn’t know where to start “look at her Chris” Robyn turned her phone to me, looking at the video and honestly she is just so happy, that smile on her face as they sang to her. She just needed some attention on her for once and I’m glad she’s getting it “my baby is so happy, it’s cute. And so are you” pecking Robyn’ lips “mhmmm, I am happy. I’m back with my family” placing my arm behind her chair “you need to eat more” pressing a kiss to Robyn’ shoulder, resting my chin atop of her shoulder watching Robyn post the video “I do eat, what you trying to say. Your stubble is irritating my shoulder ugly” she smells so good; I just want to fuck her so bad. Pressing my nose to her shoulder and inhaled deep “I would snort a line from your shoulder, my god” Robyn busted out laughing “there is one bed, three of us. Be good” shaking my head “I really can’t Robyn, I am telling you now. I want it, I want it so bad. Fuck” I groaned out moving back from Robyn, I need her badly “feign” Robyn locked her phone and turned to me laughing “look at you, you are so sexy” biting my bottom lip, Robyn turned her head and started laughing so hard “even with my weight loss?” I shrugged “it’s a hole” Robyn slapped my arm “nigga!” She spat “I mean I don’t like it but it’s whatever, I know you have had a lot on. Only I know, but yeah. We are going to have sex” Robyn thinks we won’t, but we are “you said I’m just a hole, no” if like she believes that she knows damn well I love her.

Getting up from my seat, Robyn is of course on fan duty. Some fans have noticed Robyn and are here asking for pictures, she got some rich ass fans to be in this hotel anyways “come Tianna” her messy face, she has been really at the ice cream “you not going to wipe your face stinky” she is so goofy, grabbing the napkin “come here, looking like your mommy with that messy face” Tianna moved her face “dad! You’re going to ruin my lipgloss” I gasped “ma’am, I don’t care” cleaning her face with the napkin, she wasn’t impressed but it had to happen “Chris” feeling a hand on my back “picture” Robyn pointed “please” the girls said “altogether?” I said making my way around the table “thank you so much” standing next to Robyn, putting my arm around her “smile everyone” she said as she took the selfie, smiling at the camera “thank you so much! You are such a beautiful family” I cooed out going back to Tianna “come” opening my arms out “pick me up” rolling my eyes “this is what I am doing, picking you up” picking her up “you’re getting too big for this you know” she wrapped her arms around my neck “mommy!” Tianna yelped behind me as I made my way out of the restaurant “I’m here baby, why is daddy carrying you?” Robyn asked “because I asked, daddy wiped my lipgloss off” she is still complaining about that “it’s fine, it’s time for bed now anyways. You don’t need any more on baby” she let out an oh “but I am not tired yet?” Of course she isn’t, the girl is hyper from all the sweet she’s had “well you need to get your night clothes on at least” I am glad Robyn is back, we really needed someone with authority, Robyn is just that. You can actually feel mommy is back, it’s weird saying that but it’s true. Like it’s not the same, with Robyn here it’s different “what time are we going to wake up tomorrow? Not too late, I want to go shopping and then Disneyland” Robyn said “same day? I suppose, we could do it all really if we wake up early. It’s you” she side eyed me “me!? When you got other plans, stupid” she is right I have some very good plans.

Grabbing Robyn’ leg and threw it over my hip, hooking it behind me. I was not going to let Robyn sleep; Tianna is asleep but we ain’t and we are going to have sex. I do not care “stop giggling so loud, what is your problem” I said as my erection was growing harder by the second against her ass, I rubbed the head of my dick against her clit. I continued to tease her clit, grinding her centre against me. Robyn spread her legs wider and I finally stroked into her from behind. Robyn’ head fell back and she exhaled deeply. I propped myself up on my elbow and moved my hand away from her breast, we are having to have sex outside in the lounger, I mean it’s better than being in there, there is only one king size bed, there is the couch but then Tianna could wake up and see us. Pressing my hand flat across her stomach as I continued to pump in and out of her at an easy speed. I moved my fingers over her core, pressing the palm of my hand against her clit, Robyn’ body shuddered. I placed my mouth against her ear and traced my tongue along her lobe, while my fingers were working magic at a speed, caressing her clit, my thrusts were slow. I was dragging out each stroke. Our moans and soft groans, trying to keep it low as possible, we not trying to be caught out. Bucking my hips forward I took her ear further into my mouth and bit down. She felt so good wrapped tightly around me, I continued to push and pump until Robyn’ body couldn't take no more and her warm muscle attempted to squeeze me right into oblivion. Her juices exploded out, pouring down her leg and mixing in with mine when I came soon after, I just love Robyn so damn much and my climax was short lived, I haven’t had any in a months and I felt it.

How the hell did this even happen, Robyn’ fans are outside the hotel and it’s a sea of people just waiting for us to leave the hotel “Tianna, stay close” she keeps moving to look through the glass; and I know when she does it because the screams “we are thinking if we just get you out one by one or just push by? We asked for some barricades to be placed on either side so we can control the crowd, the hotel is sorting that out for us but for now we need to leave” Rich explained, lifting my SnapBack up and rubbing the top of my head “I say just get on with it but Rich or Frank hold Tianna, like pick her up and I can be with Robyn and one of you with us, door security we have too. So with them two plus Frank we can push through but one of you just holding Tianna out, what you think?” Rich nodded his head “I agree with Chris, let’s just have Frank pick Tianna up and take her outside and then I can liaise with the security and get you out” I can’t believe Robyn’ fans have literally swarmed the area, I’m actually annoyed because they know where we are “ok, Tianna let Frank hold you” she shook her head “then at least hold his hand, it’s very busy out there” she looked at me in sadness “I will go out first” the security said “come” holding my hand out to Robyn, I hate this shit just because the fans be going crazy. They are crazier overseas then anything “you and your fans” I said to Robyn “my fans!? Nigga you got them too, I seen those girls that be wanting you. They say that but they haven’t lived with you” I gasped looking over at her “hey” I said laughing “I love you poppa” I chuckled shaking my head.

Shopping with my favourite ladies is most pleasing to me but also annoying, I can’t even deny this shit. It’s like they are just constantly asking for my card, Robyn can literally pay herself but no, she still buys. We are in Dior now; I am bored, and I want to go Disneyland already. They closed the Dior store for us, when they saw we were coming and that fans have realised where we were because stupid me posted a picture, I mean it was a selfie, but they worked out where we were but it’s whatever I guess. Turning the camera to me pressing record “why did I agree to go through this? Like seriously, they haven’t stopped shopping and I am tired. I mean how many pairs of heels does someone want” shaking my head “nigga is tired, I am tired” stopping the recording, I am just begging for this to be over with, like begging right now “hey” Robyn said, letting out an oh. She is joining me “why aren’t you with the Tianna?” she left her “oh the assistant is showing her dresses, I said I will wait here, and you show us which you like” nodding my head “tomorrow, I think Tianna and I will have a spa day, just us. Spend time together and just speak on things, what you think?” nodding my head “I think that is perfect, that way you both get to know each other. You know? I think it’s best to start from the bottom up and it ain’t a bad thing. Tianna is very conservative about herself and a lot of things which isn’t a bad thing, but she needs to understand we do love her and that we are there for her, especially her mommy” Robyn put her head down “and being her mother is my biggest achievement, being a mother to three beautiful black girls is my biggest achievement in life” frowning at Robyn “and me?” she sniggered “you wish” she is annoying “I am joking, I do love you sometimes. You love annoying me too much, but I just can’t believe I have been married for nine years and that I have an eight year old, I am just still thinking what the fuck, where did time go” I sighed out “time is going fast, we are getting old baby” Robyn held my hand “we are, I hope we are making our kids proud, I hope they are” I hope that too.

My baby Tianna is really doing a whole fashion show, but I have noticed this, she wants Robyn’ approval more than mines “please tell it’s the last one” I said blowing out air “mom, I wear this” Tianna came out from the changing rooms, my daughter is dressing herself “oh, oh yes baby. That is actually my favourite, this is velvet. Come here” Robyn waved her over, my daughter is dressed Dior down, she is so fly “you are looking fly baby” I complimented, Robyn stated touching her dress “oh yes, its velvet” Robyn fixed her bag before she started on her hair “turn around, let me fix your hair. Are you wanting to wear this? I think you should” watching Robyn take her hair tie out “let’s watch the baby hairs now” oh my daughter wants Robyn’ approval all the time, she is cute “dad do I look pretty” Tianna asked “you look just like me when I am in a dress” Robyn looked at me and then laughed “I am joking, you look beautiful. I think you’re right. Mommy does dress you better then I do, I am sorry” I feel bad, I do try. It’s hard work these girls “daddy tries his best doesn’t he Tianna” Robyn said “yes mom” Robyn turned her around “you are right baby, this dress. I love it, so you want to buy the dresses you tried on too” Tianna nodded her head “oh god” I said, I am going to be so poor when these girls hit being a teenager.

Seeing Tianna be ever so happy at the enchanted show at Disneyland is honestly so heart-warming, it’s making me so happy to see her like this “let me hold this baby” I said taking her things that she bought while here “where are we going, I thought outside is that way” Rich looks so stressed, like this whole experience has been painfully stressful, Rich waved us over as we made our way to backstage “can I have the light, let me have the light back” opening the bag up for her, that damn light “hello Rihanna” this little boy said waving “hey baby” Robyn waved at him “ok let’s go” grabbing Tianna’ arm and making her walk “look what it does, it’s so good” I know what it does “look at this baby” snatching the light from her “oh wow” both Anna and Elsa stood waving “look at that, they are here for you baby” Tianna got so shy turning away “come on Tianna, they want to meet you” Robyn said, taking her bag from her. Let Robyn take over and deal with that “shall we take pictures with them baby” stepping a little, Tianna is really having a blast. Like she has been surprised with everything really, this has all been last minute too.

Picking Tianna up and placing her on my shoulders “watch daddy head now” Robyn helped place Tianna’ legs correctly on me “look!” she pointed shouting as the fireworks display started “oh wow, that looks amazing doesn’t it” I said agreeing, Tianna placing arms around my head “turn around, let Frank take a picture of us with the fireworks in the back, it’s going to be so pretty” Robyn said, turning around “I can’t see it now” placing my arm around Robyn, Frank held the phone up to us “y’all smile now!” he spat, smiling wide as Robyn placed her head against me “perfect” he made his way over to us, I know this picture is going to be so dope. Looking down at Robyn’ phone and seeing the picture “awww we look so good together” I said “send me that too” I really want that picture “it’s a shame we don’t have the other two, but I love it, I am going to post it” turning back around, poor Tianna is missing out while I look at the picture.

[cindersandroses]

Digital Get Down, Chapter 5

AUTHORS: cindersandroses ( losille2000 and cinderella1181)

CHAPTERS: 5/?

PAIRING: Actor!Henry Cavill/ Plus-Size OFC

GENRE: Romance/Fluff/HUMOR

FIC SUMMARY: When SuperHank met OrcPrincessPeach on the World of Warcraft message boards, it was love at first raid. Now, almost a year later, they’re ready to take the next step and meet in person. Half a world away from each other, both decide to meet in Atlanta for DragonCon, since she was already going to be there for her work as a game designer at Blizzard… never mind that she is a devout nerd. They both have to face the fact that reality is very different from a digital world.

RATING: Mature

WARNING: Mentions of assault.

AUTHORS NOTES: Love you all!

Also on AO3!

Chapter 5

Opal turned to the side as she looked at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door. She smoothed the front of her dress over her rounded belly and picked at the slight ruching that was meant to help hide her imperfections along with the black color of the dress, but it did neither. There’d be no hiding anything. This was about as bodycon as one could get, and indeed she bought it a long time ago because she thought she looked hot in the form fitting silk. As soon as she got it home, though, and really looked at herself wearing it in the harsh light of day, she put it away, in the back of her closet with the other beautiful clothes she’d bought but never found the courage to wear.  

That was changing. Now. Today. Okay, not today. But as soon as she walked back into her house. She planned to go straight to her closet and pull them all out and wear each of them as soon as she had the right opportunity or occasion. Considering that most of them were on the fancier side of things, meant for dates, she figured she’d have more chances to wear them now, anyway.

Even though she and Henry would literally be halfway across the globe from each other after this weekend. She couldn’t dwell on that fact, though. If she did, then the sadness set in. She refused to let that particular emotion claw its way back. They’d make it work if it was going to work. It wasn’t like she couldn’t just take her computer places and work there.

If she could convince her boss to allow frequent trips.

And it wasn’t like he didn’t also spend part of his time in Los Angeles. 

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Henry walked by behind her, drawing her attention away from those troubling thoughts. He fumbled with the cufflink on his left shirt cuff. She was going to make a quip about it, but the words died on her lips when she noticed he looked at her like a fat kid looked at cake. He licked his lips, smiled, and walked into the bathroom.

She couldn’t help but blush. She never would’ve believed he was truly stealing glances at her, but that notion had been squashed earlier at the spa. In fact, now she was hyper aware of his long, molten stares. 

And it was all because of the wonderful esthetician who completed her facial after their massage. What had started out as a traumatic experience ended up making her feel the most confident she’d ever felt in her own skin, thanks in part to Jessa the esthetician’s enlightening conversation. 

“He’s looking at you like you are the purest water and he’s just had some hot sauce.” 

Opal giggled, and blushed, looking at the woman.  “I just keep thinking he’s going to be like, ‘Ugh, not my type’ and leave, Jessa.” 

“Girl, please. You got one of those peach bottoms that men love to get a handful of. You already got him eating out of your hand, he’s not stopped glancing over here this whole time,” Jessa said, putting her hand on her hip. “And if he does do that, I got a handful of fine brothers who would eat that peach bottom up. So you just let Jessa know and I’ll hook you up.”

The comment made Opal laugh loudly, disturbing the serenity of the spa and resulted in a few perturbed glares from other clients. Henry had glanced up, one eyebrow raised in interest. She smiled at him sweetly and he went back to his shave. Opal smiled. “Thank you, Jessa. I’ll keep you updated.”  

Opal had made sure to slip Jessa an extra tip, even though she was sure Henry had tipped everyone well. Stingy wasn’t really a word she would use to describe this man, not materially or emotionally. 

Or physically.

Definitely not physically. He liked touching. Being affectionate.

She did not; or, more aptly, she was not used to it in the romantic sense. But she wasn’t even that affectionate with her family. There were a few hugs here and there as a child, but they weren’t overly huggy. And then there was the other thing he didn’t know about, because she never talked about it, that prevented her from initially enjoying his touches.

It was getting easier, though, the more he touched her. She found, with some relief, that she actually quite liked being close to him in that way. Perhaps there was hope for her, after all.

Opal moved away from the mirror and followed his trail to the bathroom. She rested a hip on the door jamb and watched him finish his grooming. He saw her in the mirror and smiled. 

“Like what you see?” he asked, that insidious brow raised.

“Nah,” she said with a grin. “I was just thinking about how you use twice the product I do.”

Henry rubbed his hands on a hand towel to remove the remnants of whatever moisturizer he’d used on his freshly shaved jaw. “That’s because it takes a lot to make me look this good. You’re already bloody gorgeous, so you don’t need it.”

Her cheeks heated and she shifted her weight awkwardly on her bare feet. Why were compliments so difficult to take? 

“And as an answer to your question, I do like what I see,” she replied. “I appreciate your efforts. But I also love getting to just observe each other. That’s what we were missing over the last year.”

Henry stopped and smiled at her. “I watched you getting ready, and that’s why I’m so behind. I couldn’t stop watching you. You are enchanting,” he whispered. 

The air caught in her lungs upon hearing the deep gravelliness of his sentiment. He closed the distance between them. The hunger, the lust, the pain, the joy, the need, all passed across his face. He leaned down and brushed his lips across her temple.  “We’re going to make a hell of a couple tonight, Princess.”

“Yes, we are,” she replied breathlessly. 

“Let me finish getting ready. You are distracting.” 

Opal giggled. “Pot, kettle.” 

She moved away from the door and went back to the bed to struggle into the sky high heels she had thought would be great to wear, but now she regretted the decision to pack them. Her feet were going to ache by the end of the night. But--the minx inside her reminded--that could possibly lead to another massage. This time, just with Henry. 

As she finished up the last buckle on the strappy things and stretched her legs out to check how they looked, she noticed Henry watching from across the room with a glazed look in his eyes. She laughed at him, because it was the exact same look she’d had as he secured the waistcoat around his trim torso.  “This… me putting on shoes shut you down?”

Henry reanimated with a shrug. “I have a thing for really high strappy, almost slutty, heels. Nothing like…” He stopped and blushed slightly. “Uh, never mind.”

Opal stood up and went over to him, just barely shorter than him now, and grinned. “I will have to remember that for later,” she replied. 

“Oh, god, please do. Bonus points for silk stockings and the whole belt contraption,” he murmured.

She giggled. “You know, men and women are so different. You want the littlest piece of clothing on me, but I’d rather see you in a three piece suit.”

“I can fuck in a three piece suit just as well as I can without,” he teased.

His comment, and the harsh word, caught her off guard. Taking the opportunity, he went over to grab his cell phone. He beckoned her with a crooked finger. “Come here.” 

She didn’t ask for clarification or even think about it; her feet in their dangerous footwear moved of their volition. When she reached him, he wrapped his arm around her and kissed her head, all while snapping a quick picture. He looked at it, smiled, and turned it around for her to view.

Her cheeks were high with color. Her skin glowed; her eyes sparkled. Her smile showed almost every one of her teeth. Everything about it made her seem so vital, so alive, so… beautiful. She had never seen herself so happy. Simply being near him made her want to beam from ear to ear. 

He smiled softly. “Now you see what I see when I look at you.”

“I don’t always look like this,” she protested.

“You do,” he replied. “Let me send this to you so you can send it to Amber.”

Opal shifted uncomfortably. She’d completely forgotten about sending Amber a picture. What kind of friend was she, anyway? 

“We can’t bring our phones tonight,” he explained. “Something about making sure nothing unflattering gets out.” 

Opal looked up at him and nodded. “Okay. Let me just send Amber a text telling her I’m going out for the night.” 

She saved the picture to her phone and opened up the text stream with her friend. She took the picture, sent it, and wrote, “I don’t think I ever expected my Hank to be this real. Going out for the night. Talk to you in the morning.”

She plugged her phone in, stood up, and took Henry’s hand. “Okay. Let’s go.” 

 ~~~

Opal stood in the atrium of the Georgia Aquarium and sighed. She was enchanted. She’d been here a ton of times before at previous cons, but never on a night specifically designed to be an intimate cocktail party with all of the con’s celebrity guests.  

What actually was her life right now? 

Henry talked to Dany and Dwayne, and she couldn’t get over the fact that she was standing next to The Rock. How many times had she sat next to her brothers while they watched this giant man wrestle? If someone had told her this was going to be her life when she left Los Angeles the night before, she’d have told them they were lying. It was all a little surreal.

Dany smiled at her, obviously picking up on the fact that she had zoned out and had literal stars in her eyes.  “So, Opal, what do you do?” 

Opal hummed and blinked at her. “Yeah, sorry. I’m a designer and programmer for Blizzard. I have been there, oh gosh, almost ten years now. Best job I have ever had.”

“And you live with?” Dany inquired. 

Opal understood Dany’s reticence to accept her into the group. Dany didn’t want anything to harm the business, and even though she seemed tough, she clearly cared deeply for both men as friends. Still, though, Opal didn’t think she gave off a crazy fan vibe.

“My best friend, from like middle school,” Opal said, moving to stand closer to Dany. She leaned in to speak quietly.  “I know you’re worried about me using him, I get that, trust me. If I was in your position I would, too. But honestly, Dany, I didn’t even know he was him… until this morning when I arrived. I just thought he was a dorky British guy named Hank. That was it. In the months leading up to this I just got to know his heart and who he is, not Henry Cavill, God’s gift to women. I knew SuperHank, the cleric who runs around healing people, because he is that guy. I got to know the Hank who was shy and loved to cook and gets excited about Warhammer and new fantasy novels. Who tells me constantly that I am worthy and beautiful.” 

Dany beamed at her. “That’s just what I wanted to hear.” 

“And frankly, you scare me a little bit, so I won’t do anything untoward,” Opal said.

Dany laughed and flexed a bicep. “Don’t you forget it.”

“I won’t.”

“But seriously, Opal,” she said and grabbed Opal’s hand. “He needs someone he can love with his whole being, and I’ve never seen him happier than when he has spoken to me about you.” She squeezed her hand. “It’s not going to be easy, but I promise to make sure you’re okay and safe, and that you can be with him.”

Opal grinned. “He is pretty special.” She looked beside her, expecting to find him there.  “And... gone, apparently.”

Lauren smiled at her.  “He and Dwayne went to get some drinks.” 

Opal felt her stomach clench. She tried to smile, but before she could muster one, Henry was back by her side. He handed her a flute of champagne. “Here, Princess.” 

Opal took the glass from him and didn’t say a word. Her jaw clenched and it took everything in her to stop her hand from shaking. 

Henry frowned. “Is that okay? Do you want something else?”

“Huh? Oh, no, it’s fine,” she replied and tried to smile again. Even though she couldn’t see it, she knew it came off as more of a grimace because of the expression Henry returned. He knew something was wrong, but the words to explain it to him failed to form on her tongue.

Not that she really had the chance to say anything, anyway. A loud, booming voice rang out across the atrium, “LITTLE BRUDDA!!!”

Opal spun around and watched in abject horror as two grown men raced towards each other and chest bumped each other like drunken frat boys.

Dwayne shook his head.  “Seriously, you two? We’re in public.” 

Henry came back and smiled.  “Jason, my man, this… is Opal.” 

Jason looked at her, his eyebrow raised.  “Well, hello there, beautiful. I’m Jason…” He took her free hand and kissed the back of it. “If he gives you any trouble, let me know.”

Opal blushed. “Thank you. I will.”

Dazzled once more by the Man Also Known As Khal Drogo, Henry startled her with a hand on the small of her back. She looked up at him, still holding the flute from which she had not yet had a drop of champagne.

Henry leaned down into her ear. “Do you want me to get something else for you?”

She shook her head.  “No, I just, uh… I’m going to get my own drink.” 

She excused herself and headed over to the bar, trying to convince herself that she wasn’t running away from him and running away from the conversation she should have already had with him, even before they both decided to meet here in Atlanta. 

She wasn’t in line long when she felt his presence behind her. 

“Are you okay?” he asked again, concern written all over his face.

“I am, honestly. I just… well… it’s stupid. I don’t drink anything that I don’t see poured myself, and I very rarely drink alcohol in public. I should have told you. It’s just my hang up and, gah... I’m sorry I freaked out a little bit.”

Henry’s eyebrows knit together. He nodded, but he clearly wanted more. 

“Let me get my drink and we’ll take a walk and talk, okay?” she asked, hoping to smooth things over.

He nodded and stood quietly with her. Even though he was clearly confused and maybe a little angry, his presence was still one that calmed her and she found herself resting against his sturdy bulk as they waited. Opal ordered her cranberry juice in a martini glass. To anyone other than herself and Henry, it looked like a Cosmo. It was her fallback when she wanted to hang out with the cool kids but didn’t want to do what the cool kids were doing. Because that one time she did what the cool kids were doing? She lived to regret it.

She took his hand and started to walk through the first exhibit. Opal paused at a tube enclosure in the middle of the room full of jellies. A black light shone down into the water, illuminating the sea creatures as they performed a graceful, haunting dance around their tank. She stood quietly, Henry standing next to her, silent, thinking. 

Finally, she cleared her throat from the heavy emotion making it difficult to breathe. “I was drugged.”

Henry’s fingers curled into her back. Though he tried to mask the sharp intake of air, his gasp was still audible. “Opal, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because,” she said, just barely above a whisper. “It wasn’t just that. Amber and I were freshmen in college and I wanted to fit in. We went to a frat party. A guy we had art history with invited us.”

His anger was palpable; it wasn’t anger directed at her, though. Somehow, she knew that, as she stared at the gelatinous orbs bobbing through the water. She took a sip of the cranberry juice before moving on.

“I woke up the next morning, head fuzzy, in a room I had never seen before, and my panties around my ankles.” She braved a look up at Henry, to gauge his reaction. The sharp line of his jaw was set, his rage evident.

For some reason, it was cathartic to share this secret with another human. Amber knew, of course. Amber had nursed her back from the brink after they got home from the hospital.

“It’s the reason I pull away sometimes when you touch me, and the reason I am so unsure of myself. I’m sorry I never told you before, but you have a right to know.”

Henry didn’t speak; he looked at a point beyond her, staring in stony silence for the longest time. He finally tore his focus away from that point and gazed down at her. His face spoke volumes, even before his words did. He rested his chin on her head and wrapped her in his arms. “You know I would never, ever do that.”

“Oh, no, I do! I just… I want so badly for you to touch me, to be yours, I just need… time,” she said. “I don’t even know if I’m actually a virgin or not. I don’t know what they did to me. The next morning, Amber took me to the ER and a rape kit was done, but it was inconclusive. I’m sorry if this changes the way you feel about being with me.”

Henry pulled away from her and put his drink on the floor. He took her face gently in his hands. “I never, ever would feel any different about you. I just… I understand now.” He kissed her forehead, but didn’t move his lips from the spot they’d touched. His next words were muffled, but the meaning behind them was everything. “My promise to you is that I will not hurt you, and it’s all going to be at your pace.”

She smiled and pushed his hands away from her face. With her free hand, she reached up and let her hand rest on the nape of his neck. “Well, then, we can do this, cause I’m very ready for it.” 

With little strength, she pulled him down to her and kissed him. It wasn’t passionate or chaste; it was somewhere in the middle. A reassurance. A promise. Her promise to be as open with him as possible. His cue that she was okay with him pushing her boundaries. And she loved him for it.

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Secrets I have held in my heart (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Summary: (Y/N) starts dating someone who is not Ashton. And Ashton seems to have an issue with that. (Smut / Unprotected Sex) (Request) (Words: 3.8k)

"Your phone has been buzzing lots tonight..." Ashton comments as he passes me the takeout Chinese box. I chuckle and lock my phone, shrugging my shoulders. "Uh, Crystal gave my phone to a friend of hers... He saw me at a party and asked her about me. We've been talking a bit this week." I state, grabbing my chopsticks. "Oh, really?" He asks as he sits down next to me. "Yeah, he seems like a nice guy and Crystal has been eating my ears off to hook me up with someone." I reply, making Ashton hum. "Why though? You are perfectly capable of finding someone yourself. Plus, you are an independent woman and you don't need no man." He jokes, making me giggle as I take a bite from my food. "I am a boss bitch, I need no one. But... My bed is always empty and loneliness is hard. You know that better than anyone." I reply, leaning my head against his shoulder. "Yeah... Well, he better be nice to you." He mumbles, starting the movie. "Let's not talk about him now. It's our slumber party..." I state and he hums in agreement.

I rush to my door, trying not to trip off on my high heels on my way there. I open it, finding Ashton behind it holding a box of pizza. "Oh, shit." I breathe out, mentally slapping my face. "I am glad to see you too, Geez..." He rolls his eyes, walking in. "I totally forgot about you..." I sigh and he furrows his eyebrows, looking at me in confusion. "Am I easy to forget, (Y/N)?" He asks, leaving the pizza box on the island. "Not at all, Ash. Ryan, the guy I have been talking with... Well, he asked me out and... We are going out tonight." I explain and he gasps softly, with his face dropping. "But tonight is Saturday... And Saturday is our day. We are hanging out on Saturdays..." He says, making my stomach hurt as I realize I have let him down. "I am sorry, love. We can hang out tomorrow, same time. I'll buy pizza and ice cream. We can meet early in the morning, spend the day together, binge-watch that series you have been talking about all the time." I nearly plead for him to accept it. "I am spending the day with Calum tomorrow... Well, next week then... You have fun at your date, tell me how it went..." He says, leaning down to press a kiss on my forehead. "The pizza..." I reach for the box to hand it back to him. "Keep it as a treat. In case you get hungry after your date." He smiles, bringing a smile on my face as well; he always had the most contagious smile ever. "Be safe. If you need anything, call me." He offers, making me nod.

"So, how is it going with Ryan?" Crystal asks before taking a sip of her wine. I clear my throat and bite the inside of my cheek. "We've gone out a couple of times. He is nice and charming, and he treats me right. But we are not official, I guess... We haven't put a label on, yet." I reply; unconsciously, my eyes travel to Ashton, watching for his reaction. He cuts a piece of his lasagna and eats it, paying zero attention to me. "Did he screw you yet?" He asks bluntly, still not looking at me. The table gasps and Calum punches Ashton's shoulder, while I fidget with my fingers. "That's really not your business." I mumble, feeling my cheeks heat up. He knows sex-talk makes me really uncomfortable, so he is the last person I expected to ask this question. "Oh, come on. We always talk about our sex lives... It's not a big deal." He looks at me straight in the eye, coldly almost. I detect no regret or hesitation in his eyes, which makes me hum. "You don't have to answer that, love." Crystal assures me, but I shake my head. "No, he is right. It is not a big deal." I state, shrugging my shoulders. "So, go ahead and tell us. Did he screw you yet? Did you fuck?" He asks, pressing on the matter. "Ashton, stop." Calum hisses, but he brushes him off. "We haven't yet. I mean, we almost did. We made out, I was sitting on his lap, his dick got hard. He almost got me naked, he touched me softly. I had never been so wet in my whole entire life. But we stopped. He wanted it to be a little more... Special, I guess. So, we stopped... And I have to say, it was so hard to stop... I still think about it when I touch myself... Oof, I can't even get my head straight at the thought of him fucking me." I reply, not taking my eyes off of him, searching for his reaction. He looks at me intensely, jaw twitching a little. There is deep silence on the table, everyone looking between me and Ashton. "Ok, thank you for the update..." Luke breaks the tension, but Ashton and I still look at each other.

"Does anyone wanna try my veggie lasagna?" Calum clears his throat, trying to find a way to get everyone to tense down. "I've actually had enough for today." He states, pushing his chair back before he stands up. I take a sip from my drink, looking at him as he marches away. "What the fuck was that?" Michael mumbles, looking at me. "He asked, I answered." I shrug my shoulders.

My foot moves nervously as Ryan hands me my drink, making me smile tightly at him. "Are you alright?" He asks, taking a seat by me and putting his arm on the back of the couch. "Yeah, yeah... I had a stressful couple of days, and my mind keeps going back to them." I reply, bringing my glass to my lips. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, placing his hand on top of mine. "It has to do with my best friend. He has been acting very weird lately and I am really worried, to be honest. But I really don't want to talk more about it." I gulp and he nods. "You are so thoughtful of everyone. It makes you really adorable." He whispers and I smile, pressing my lips together. "I don't want to be adorable tonight... Adorable doesn't make men hard..." I whisper, moving to straddle him. "It makes me hard..." He moans as I lower my lips to his neck. "Oh yeah?" I ask, running my tongue across the hickey I was sucking on. "Yeah... I've been thinking about you since the last time..." He places his hands on my hips before slipping one of them under my t-shirt and up my back. "Have you, now?" I ask cockily, tilting my head back as he nudges it with his own. He kisses on my collarbones, trailing up to my lips. "Oh, fuck, Ashton..." I moan, closing my eyes.

Ryan stops instantly and I gasp as I realize what just happened. I move from his lap, bringing my hands to cover my mouth and looking at him in shock. "Who's Ashton?" He asks me calmly but shocked. "I am so sorry..." I mumble, feeling horrible about what happened. "Who's Ashton?" He insists, standing up. I close my eyes, running my hand down my face. I contemplate on what to tell him, surely not knowing what Ashton is to me anymore. "He is the only person I want to be with..." I say softly, tilting my head to the side. He just looks at me while I wish for the earth beneath me to swallow me whole. "You should really get out of here." He points out, handing me my purse and phone. "Ryan, I am really sorry." I state, making him chuckle sarcastically. "Yeah, me too." He replies, opening the door for me.

The drive back home was full of me asking myself what the fuck I should do. I have been in love with Ashton ever since I met him, I had to sit and watch him move from relationship to relationship, each time getting more and more hurt. I have had enough of him treating me as nothing more than a friend and as much as I hated it, I settled for just that. But he has been in my head, every day since we met, everything I have been feeling for him only growing stronger.

I park my car and get out of it, trying to get some structure into my thoughts. Reaching for the entrance of my apartment building, I find Ashton sitting on the floor, with his back against the door of it. "Ash... What are you doing here?" I ask, getting his attention on me. His face is puffy and his eyes are red, making me kneel and cup his face in my hands. "Have you been drinking?" I ask, worrying about him relapsing. "I am sober." He utters, placing his hands on mine. My heart goes back to its place and I finally take a breath, standing up and helping him get off the ground. "Come on, let's get in." I sigh, unlocking the front door.

He follows suit behind me, both of us staying silent until I unlock the door and let us in. I turn up the lights, leaving my purse down before I turn to look at Ashton, who scratches the back of his neck nervously. "You were with Ryan?" He asks, barely over a whisper. "Are you here for the second round of that shit you pulled everyone through last week?" I ask and he shakes his head, looking at his feet. "I was at his house." I admit, sitting on the arm of the couch. "Uh... Did you have sex with him?" He asks, making me sigh. "Ash, if you are here to..." I begin but he stops me. "I am not... It doesn't matter anyway..." He says. "Why are you here then? What do you want?" I ask him, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "I... Fuck... I had this whole speech in my head on the drive here, I had so many things I wanted to say, and now I am blank... I don't know from where to start and I am a fucking mess right now." He mumbles and I stare at him, trying to figure out where all of this is going. "You can start by telling me why you were outside my door looking like you've been hit by a truck." I suggest and he hums. "I have been in love with you since the day I met you. Calum and Michael convinced me that I would screw everything up if I tried to be with you... So I repressed everything and decided that if I couldn't be with you, at least I should settle for being your friend. And in the beginning, it worked, because you hadn't been going out with anyone, you hadn't been with anyone really, so it was fine, I wasn't jealous... And then Crystal set you up with Ryan and I felt like I was running out of time. I pictured him touching you, kissing you, making you happy and it drove me insane... I didn't want anyone being with you but me... I wanted to distance myself, especially after the time you canceled on me to go out with him, but it made me look like a douchebag, particularly after the dinner incident. I drove home that day, repeating in my head what you told me and I felt like I couldn't breathe. It took me a lot to come to terms with the fact I was losing you, and even more to build the courage to stand before you and admit that I am in love with you. It might fuck everything up as Calum said, but I can't go on thinking I wasted away even the slight possibility of ending up with you." He admits, causing me to sigh in relief. I stand up, shaking my head at him.

"I moaned your name." I whisper, looking at him as he furrows his eyebrows at me. "What? When?" He asks me, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Tonight. We were kissing, Ryan and I... I had decided I wanted to have sex with him, and we were making out. I was on his lap and he was kissing my neck, and it felt nice, it really did. So I closed my eyes and I pictured you, kissing my neck, touching me, making me feel good. And I moaned your name. It rolled off my tongue so naturally. And he asked me who Ashton is and I lost it... I didn't know what to tell him and I couldn't tell him you are just a friend, because, well, you really can't moan your friend's name the way I did... So I told him you are the only person I want to be with and he told me to leave. And I drove here, hoping I could get my mind right and tell you how much I love you, how much I wish I can be with you. So, fuck Calum's opinion, you should have told me ages before." I comment, making him hum. "Yeah, Calum really had the dumbest idea..." He whispers, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. "You really shouldn't have listened to him..." I mumble as he pulls me closer. "I really shouldn't have..." He utters, leaning down to kiss me.

My eyes flicker at the sensation of his lips against mine, my foot popping up just as it happens in those movies I always make fun of. My stomach tightens before it flutters; it feels like I am a teen again. His hands travel to my waist, wrapping tightly around it as I deepen the kiss. "Fuck me, you feel so good against me..." He moans, parting away from me for a second to catch his breath. "With pleasure..." I smirk, making him lick his lips. "We don't have to do anything just yet." He leans down to whisper in my ear, pecking on my temple at the end of the sentence. I whimper, pulsing around nothing as I look at him with my eyes wide and my lips parted. "Well, now we do." I reply mesmerized, feeling my cheeks heating up. He bites the inside of his cheek, moving to pick me up. My skirt hitches up my thighs as he carries me to my bedroom. I feel anxious about what is to come, yet at ease as if all of this has happened before. "Do you have condoms?" He asks me as he lets me on the bed. "I am on birth control." I mumble and he nods. For a second I feel awkwardness sinking in the room, none of us making a single move.

I stand up from the bed, moving before him before I take my t-shirt off, staring at him. "Fuck..." He moans under his breath, scanning me up and down. "You've seen me scantily clad before... One too many times." "You think I wasn't having these thoughts every time I watched you in a bikini?" He asks as my hands move to unzip my skirt. "Are you going to take anything off, or are you going to keep burning holes on my skin with your eyes?" I ask him, making him cock an eyebrow at me. "Watching you strip doesn't sound that bad." He replies without taking his eyes off me. "Take a picture, it will last longer." I joke and his eyes go a little darker. "Can I?" He asks, licking his lips. "If you play your cards right, I might let you next time." I tease, unhooking my bra and letting it slide down my arms.

He gulps thickly, undoing his belt as he watches me like a hawk. "Shall I start solo?" I ask, crawling onto my bed. "You feel like putting on a show for me?" He asks, bringing a smirk to my face. I slip off my underwear and spread my legs as I lay on my back, getting comfortable before my hand slips between my thighs. I run my fingers down my core, feeling my wetness before pressing them against my clit, circling it slowly. "Oh, Ash... I am so wet..." I moan, feeling goosebumps rise on my skin as I feel him observe me. "Fuck..." He mumbles, nearly jumping towards me and removing my hand. He looks at me with dark eyes, pupils dilated, and face tensed. "Are you going to fuck me or what?" I ask, chest rising and falling. "For such a sweet face, you would think you are a sweetheart... But look at that foul mouth..." He comments, spreading my legs more. "Pretend you don't like it, daddy..." I smirk, making him blink a couple of times before he thrusts in me. I whimper at the sensation, arching a bit off the mattress. "How did you just call me?" He asks, gripping onto my thighs harshly. The pads of his fingers sink onto my skin, surely leaving prints that prove he has been there. "You need to stop oversharing details about your sex life... Well, at least now that we are going to be fucking." I reply, raising my bum in the air to bring my hips closer to him. He is going slow, agonizingly slow for my liking, and I really want him faster, deeper, harder. I have been dreaming about this moment for years, and I always picture him going animalistic at it. "More." I beg, wiggling my hips as he thrusts in and out. "More? Already? Look at that... Taking my cock so well and begging for more..." He praises, pounding in me with force. My ass lands back on the mattress and my thighs almost reach my chest. "I have been thinking about this moment ever since I can remember myself. I want everything I can get." I reach for my breasts, cupping one in my palm before I fondle with it. "Have you been dreaming about it every time you touched yourself? Have you been thinking about my cock stretching your perfect little pussy, pressing against your cervix? Have you been dreaming about me touching you in places a friend shouldn't?" He taunts, making the bed rattle as he fucks me harder. "Oh, you have no idea." I moan, throwing my head back in pleasure. "I think I do, princess. I can't even watch porn anymore, because thinking of you is the only thing that sets me off. I stroke my cock and moan your fucking name. I have been craving you for years. And you are all mine now." The last part comes out of him as a growl from deep in his chest, the primitiveness of it making me gasp for air. "Oh, God..." I moan, feeling him hit my spot perfectly. "There... There... Do it again... Fuck." I hiss, biting my lips and closing my eyes shut. "Oh, you like it there? Your little pussy is spasming around my cock... You like my cock hitting there?" He asks me, the smirk in his face evident in his voice. "Kiss me..." I demand, craving him more than anything I have ever craved.

He leans down, planting his lips on mine sloppily, running his tongue across my teeth. He continues fucking me, his hips slamming on mine as he keeps thrusting on the same spot as I tighten around him. My body tingles, toes curling and nails digging in his skin as I cum, biting his bottom lip. "Fuck... Oh God, oh fuck..." I mumble, my voice breaking at the end. "I am going to cum... I am going to fucking cum... You are squeezing so fucking tight around me..." He chants, pounding on me with force and vigor. He feels rock hard inside me, sending more pleasure through my body. "Cum... Please cum, daddy." I nearly scream the plea, feeling my eyes brim with tears. "I... I wanna... I... Fucking hell..." He utters, spilling inside me and throwing his head back, grounding his hips onto mine.

I walk back into my bedroom after cleaning up, finding Ashton with the biggest smile on his face. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask, wrapping myself in a romp. "Ever had sex so good you want to start screaming shit like God is real during an orgasm?" He asks me as I crawl onto my bed and head to curl up on him. "Is that philosophical? Or maybe rhetoric?" I ask and he hums for a second. "No, it is actually what was going on in my brain while I was inside you. I kept going like "God is real, so freaking real". I dreamt about it for so long and it finally happened." He explains, running his fingers down my arm. "I was actually thinking when it would be over... So I could have you again, and again, and again." I reply, pressing a kiss on his chest, chest below the part his necklace ends. "Give me half an hour, and I can go at it again." He states and I giggle. "No, I am sore... I didn't think something so good would make me feel sore after..." I groan. "I love you." He mumbles, sighing. His chest rises and falls calmly, and his lips curl into a smile. "Ooh, take me out on a date first, dude." I decide to tease him, sitting up a little to be on eye level with him. He looks at me totally petrified, which makes me burst into laughter. "I love you... Perks of dating your best friend... No need to do the whole awkward dating thing before you actually realize you love or hate that person. And I love you, even though you are kind of a broody, pain in my fucking ass. Screw that, I love you because you are a kind of a broody pain in my fucking ass. Among other things." I reply, leaning down to peck on his lips. "I can't wait to tell Calum how wrong he was." He sighs, stroking my cheek. "I can't wait to punch Calum in the face for keeping you away from me." I take his hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. "Cute little bumblebee turns violent." He chuckles, making me look at him in confusion. "Bumblebee?" I ask and he hums. "Yeah, cause you are cute and buzzing and you go insane over flowers. Bumblebee..." He points out, making me smile. "I can get used to that..." I relax back on his chest, pressing my ear right over his heart.

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