#so I'm gonna catch up now on my own pace. because I know my worth and I don't need to prove myself to anyone

[archangeldyke-all]

So I think I’m gonna need more of that arranged marriage between royal sev and royal reader because that wasn’t enough I NEED MORE IT WAS SO GOOD

HEEHEHEHEEHE

men and minors dni

dawn is starting to break over the horizion by the time your wedding reception ends. zaunites know how to party.

you're giggling and drunk, squirming in sevika's arms as she laughs brightly and carries you into her estate.

it's more like her own personal palace. you gasp as she sets you down, marveling at the vaulted stained glass ceilings and gorgeous view of the water below. "this is all yo--" you're cut off by sevika pulling you in for a kiss. you giggle against her lips.

"it's yours too, now." she says, her lips curved upward against yours.

"it's beautiful." you sigh.

"not as beautiful as you." she whispers.

you snort and shove her away. "give me a tour." you request.

sevika takes your hand in hers, leading you around her estate.

"tell me how you found out you were getting married."

you blink up at your new wife, tearing your eyes away from the view of the water below her home. "uh... i was told we were here for a diplomatic show of solidarity between my kingdom and zaun. it wasn't until the servants started dressing me in the white gown that i started to suspect something else was happening." sevika laughs. "what about you?" you ask.

she studies you happily. "my father decided i was too old to remain unmarried. i told him i'd only marry if he could find me a woman worth settling for. i didn't think he'd actually do it." she whispers.

you're taken aback.

you went under no questioning process-- there was no previous meeting between you and sevika before this evening. "...and am i supposed to be that woman?" you ask.

sevika shrugs again, casually and smiling easily. "we've gotten along great so far, haven't we?" she asks.

you laugh. "we've known each other for five hours!"

"you're telling me you didn't feel anything different the first time you saw me?" she asks.

you gulp. she's got you there. you've never been so instantly, hopelessly attracted to a woman before; never laughed so carelessly with someone you've only known for such a short time. sevika grins, apparently able to read your mind, and she reaches out to sling her arms around your waist and pull you close to her.

"look." she whispers. "if it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out, and we can do what the rest of the royals do and live separate lives in private. but before that... i'd like to give this marriage an honest shot with you."

you have to take a few deep breaths to keep from actually swooning in sevika's arms. sevika takes your silence as rejection, her hands falling from your hips and her eyes falling from yours as she steps away.

"i-i'm sorry. i don't know what the fuck i'm talking about-- i was convinced i wasn't going to accept whatever woman my father put in front of me but then i saw you." sevika's rambling. fuck, she's adorable. "i've never felt this way for someone before, and we laughed and danced so easily... a-are you a witch?"

the accusation finally shocks you out of your love-struck gawking, and you burst into laughter, launching yourself at your wife and wrapping your arms around her shoulders as you kiss her.

she heaves a sigh of relief as she catches you around the waist, spinning you around and walking you backward-- somewhere down the winding halls of her home.

"fuck, fuck, this can not be happening." she giggles as you wrap your legs around her hips, sucking hickeys into her neck.

"what?" you ask.

"this is ridiculous! we're two princesses and what-- we fell in love at first sight?!" sevika seems equally thrilled and pissed off. your heart soars at the word 'love' coming from her lips. "it's a fucking cliche!" she whines.

you burst into laughter, pulling away from her neck to kiss her lips. she hums against you, her grip on your ass and around your waist getting tighter, and her pace quickens as she starts a light jog toward her sleeping quarters.

you squeak when she drops you, landing in a plush, luxurious bed. sevika jumps right on top of you, grinning down at you.

"do you like a soft or hard mattress?"

"is that a strange zaunite euphemism for asking if i'm a bottom?" you ask.

sevika bursts into laughter, then swoops down to kiss you again.

"no. i'm asking if you like a soft or hard mattress. i'll have the servants switch this one out for one of the guest room mattresses if you need something different-- i have no preference, i can fall asleep on the ground, honestly, but... i'd like to sleep beside you--" she's rambling again. you pull her down for another kiss, and she sighs against you, and when you pull away, the anxiety in her eyes is gone. "thank you. i thought i was never gonna shut up."

you grin. "you might be the cutest royal military consultant in the world."

sevika snorts and nips your bottom lip. "tell me how you like your mattress." she demands.

"i'm a vers." you say. sevika whines, her eyes rolling back in her head, and you giggle. "and if you want my opinion on the bed, you're going to have to help me out of this marshmallow of a dress. i can't feel anything besides tulle right now." sevika's tearing at your dress before you can finish your sentence.

"fuck, i think i'm in love with you." she laughs. you grin up at the canopy covering the bed, then prop yourself up on your elbows to watch as sevika tugs layer after layer of underskirt off your hips. "why the fuck would they layer you up like this?" she grunts. "how am i supposed to consummate our fucking marriage if i can't even find you?"

there's a horrible ripping sound, followed by twin gasps and then silence.

sevika swims out from under the layers of your dress to look up at you guiltily. her hair's a mess, there's a blush on her cheeks, and it hits you that you might actually be the luckiest woman alive. "if the tailor asks: you didn't hear that."

you laugh. "you're scared of the tailor?"

"you haven't met babette yet! she'll fuckin' prick you if you piss her off!" sevika huffs as she dives back under your skirts.

you can't stop giggling as sevika strips you, and you start to undo your corsets on top to help her get you naked faster.

when sevika finally gets you down to your bloomers she flashes you a devilish grin before she ducks down to start sucking and nipping your thighs.

"ah! shit!" you groan, collapsing back onto her bed. "fuck, sevika-- get naked." you whine, squirming away from her mouth.

sevika strips at the speed of the light, and you whimper at the sight of her. she smirks before standing back up off the bed and flexing her arms for you.

you burst into flustered giggles and hide your face behind your hands. sevika's laughing at the foot of the bed. "you're next." she reminds you.

you take a deep breath to steady yourself, then crawl out of the bed to stand in front of her.

in two quick moves, you throw off the flimsy undershirt and bloomers you were wearing, revealing your body to her.

sevika gawks.

before you can begin to feel anxious, or flattered, or even come up with a tease about her catching flies with her open mouth, she tackles you to the bed, kissing you passionately as her hands roam and grope your body.

about three hours ago, you and sevika found a private corner of the ballroom to makeout in, both of you grinding against each other until you came; muffling your moans against each other's mouths.

this is so fucking different.

sevika's touch sends sparks down your spine, her skin on yours feels like the finest silk you've ever touched, her moans are like music to your ear.

you make love clumsily and messily; both of you drunk and elated.

you're a pile of sweaty limbs, chest pressed to chest, legs intertwined as sevika grinds her cunt against yours.

neither of you can speak. you both try, aborted curses punctuating the air, but neither of you can stop moaning for long enough to be coherent.

"hah, i-- unh, unh, shit!"

"ye-yes, yeah, yea- ah, fu-- sev!"

eventually, sevika gives up on trying to talk, and presses her mouth to yours instead.

time melts beneath her, and your pleasure becomes limitless. you aren't aware you're cumming until sevika's kissing you back to life, nudging you with her nose as she waits for you to open your eyes again.

"mmm." you say. sevika nods against your neck.

"mmm." she agrees. you both burst into giggles at the same time. "how d'ya like the mattress?" sevika asks. her voice is low and grumbly, you can feel your cunt pulse at the sound.

"honestly, sevika, you just fucked me so good i can't feel anything besides my clit right now." you say. sevika giggles. "but lemme get a good night's sleep 'n i'll let you know in the morning."

she kisses you, brushing her tongue against yours before going boneless on top of you. you laugh, wrapping your arms around her in a hug. "do you want me to move?" she asks, even though she's wiggling to make herself more comfortable against your chest.

"no. you're a really great blanket." you sigh, running your fingers through her hair.

you both start to drift off to sleep, the sun beginning to rise outside the window.

right before you can tip over into sleep, a thought occurs to you, and you huff aloud.

"what?" sevika mumbles against you.

"my mom is gonna be such a know-it-all, told-ya-so bitch about this. i've been dating assholes for years, then i fall in love at first sight with the first person she picks out for me." you whine.

sevika's smile is so wide that when she leans in to kiss you, it's just her teeth knocking against your lips.

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[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

CONGRATS ON HUNDRED DOVE!! you sent me a risqué ask for 100 so now i do it back to ye-

"caught in the rain" with leona :D or ruggie, if someone got to him first! ehehehehehehhehehehe you can see stuff 😳👀 for free ✨✨✨

btw your ask is sending me so hard but i'm already typing out so much for leona so your ask is gonna be the last one for the event lol

Caught in the Rain; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, reader needs to get bonked with a stick (/j)

Content Warning; Swearing

Word Count; 700+

AN; Don't expose my ass on my own blog, Soru /j. (just trying to feed your own simping along with the simps) But I hope you enjoy what I wrote for Leona and this prompt! As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The sky lay heavy with dark clouds, the smell of rain thick in the air, yet not a single drop had yet to strike the ground. The air was dense with humidity, warm from the harsh sun’s rays from earlier in the day. But yet, you found yourself outside, trying to find Leona.

He had invited you to spend your summer break as his guest in the palace. Well, less so 'invited', more so demanded.

“Do you have anywhere else to be, herbivore? I thought as much. Come on, you’re staying with me.”

You still don’t really know why, but you weren’t going to throw away the chance of staying someplace beyond nice for the summer… plus Leona wasn’t so bad once you got to know him. Yes, he puts on an act of not caring, and being abrasive, but you knew that he cared, that he worried. Also, the two of you had been having this back-and-forth banter for months; blurring the lines of just friends bickering and something... more. But neither of you had made a move. It just hung in the air between you, nearly as suffocating as the humidity now; potent with the possibility of a massive storm.

Back to the present though. You were on the outskirts of the palace, looking for wherever Leona had decided to take a nap for this afternoon.

“Leona,” you called, but all you heard in return was the low rumble of thunder in the distance. Where is that overgrown house cat? I swear if I get caught in a downpour because of him… “LEONA!”

The first drops of rain began to fall, gentle and sparse. But you knew full well that in a few minutes' time they would be falling hard and fast.

“LEONA KINGSCHOLAR?!” You shouted at the top of your lungs.

You heard an annoyed huff of air off to your left, and looking up you saw none other than Leona lounging in the low-hanging branches of a tree.

“Ya don’t need to yell, ya know,” he sighed, landing softly on the ground. He looked up to the sky and frowned before setting a slow pace back to the palace. “Are you coming or what, herbivore?”

You followed after him, catching up so the both of you were going at a comfortable pace. Thunder was still rumbling, and the rain was slowly picking up, but there was no rush. Well, there wasn’t any rush until there was a flash of lightning and it seemed like the entire sky’s worth of water came down all at once on the both of you.

“Shit,” Leona hissed and guided the both of you to the relative cover of a tree to wait out the worst of the monsoon. “Just our luc-” He stopped talking when he looked at you though.

You were spitting out some stray rainwater that had managed to get into your mouth. But once the intruding water was gone you looked over to him but you felt your eyes lock on his torso; the white shirt that he was wearing was now completely see-through and you could see everything. Stop staring! Damn though- STOP STARING! But your eyes refused to move.

Leona noticed this, and he also took in your drenched appearance but was more subtle with it. “Tch,” he tapped you on the nose, breaking you of your staring stupor. “My eyes are up here,” his voice was teasing though, light.

You snapped out of it, catching his mirthful eyes. “You’re beautiful,” you whisper. You felt your face grow warm at the slip of your tongue, but it was true. Even before you openly ogled at him, you always thought that, but never said it to his face.

Leona chuffed, but he didn’t say anything; neither denying or accepting your statement. “You aren’t half bad yourself,” he said softly.

The two of you sat underneath the tree, still in your soaked clothes, watching the rain fall together in a comfortable quiet. And while the first golden rays of sunlight may have been stunning, the both of you thought it was nothing when compared to the captor of your hearts; each other.

After all, you still had the rest of the summer to build on this new development.

[quinloki]

Family Ties

Fem Reader x Donquixote Doflamingo

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 15: Decked Out

Yawning you walk up to your door. The day had caught up to you, and you were going to sleep like a brick tonight. Reaching out to the door you realize it wasn't locked.

You freeze.

Every piece of you is on high alert. You step back from the door and start looking around. Something was putting your skin on edge and you couldn't tell what, but it's like someone is looking at you through a scope.

Better to run than to waste time trying to figure it out, and so you turn tail and bolt back down the street. The place closest to your house is Sanji's, but the café was closed by now. You could break in, but you weren't as practiced with Sanji's store as Law's. Since Law's was closer than Pops or Doflamingo's, Law's it was.

Still running as fast as you could you pull out your phone and hit the speed dial for Law's number. One ring, two rings, a click.

"Hey! Gonna be at your place, might be bad." You gasp, not because you were already out of breath, but because you were trying to conserve it.

"Need me to get you?"

"No."

"Need me to call Pops?"

"Yes."

"Anyone else?"

"Can't."

"... Shit, fine, I'll get ready for him too."

You hear shouting behind you as Law ends the call. You've managed to get a good head start at least. Skittering into a side yard you decide to go off road. If they were on foot you'd have the advantage most likely – unless it was local guys like Trouble's problem was two weeks ago - and if they were moving by car you'd need to avoid the streets anyway.

You slow a little, you don't have Trouble on speed dial yet, so you have to look for the number. Clicking the green button you resume your pace and wait.

Only one ring, well, you're not the only sucker in this relationship.

"Good even-"

"Hey." Your tone causes him to stop more than your interruption. " 'Member where I gave you your nickname?"

"Yes." There's a sharpness to his voice, and you know he understands enough.

"Gonna be there. If I'm not, ya need to find me."

"Where are you now?"

"Running."

"Who is it?"

"No idea." You answer shortly, then, "Hold on." You put the phone down and look around before booking it across a street, a glint of light slipping over you as you reach the far curb. "Fuck!"

You hold the phone up to your mouth as you speed toward a backyard fence, the sound of people yelling too close behind you for your comfort. "Can't hear you love, gotta run, need my air."

You snap the phone shut, shoving it in your pocket and leaping up to the fence. Grabbing the top you're up and over it in a single bound. You couldn't risk hanging around to know what the people after you were saying, so you didn't know if it was cops, gangsters, old enemies, or new ones.

You couldn't assume it was anyone after Doflamingo, your relationship was too new for people to be making that connection. You doubt the guy you pistol whipped had survived once Doffy's family had regrouped. It could be someone who was targeting Pops. You weren't a part of his family directly, but most all of that part of the city knew he and his boys looked out for you.

You had gotten into problems on your own as well, but nothing that was worth breaking into someone's home to jump them over. Unless it was someone with no sense.

You felt your stomach drop. It could be him. He had a legitimate reason to track you down, you had just figured that after two years, he'd accepted the loss and moved on. You mean, all you did was win big in his casino, refuse a dinner date, and then assault him when he wouldn't let you leave.

You'd done the whole thing under a false name since you were traveling with Marco and Thatch, and it was two damned years ago. You didn't even take him for that much.

You melt into your beloved alley ways and slip into the darkness. You stop and catch your breath, you aren't a marathon runner, and you've broken your one call rule, so you're more winded than usual. You go ahead and gasp and hack as soon as you've stopped to get it out of your system and then you force yourself to be quiet. Your lungs are burning, but if you make too much noise you'll be screwed.

Breathing in slower than slow and letting it out even slower than that, you focused on what you could hear over the pounding of your heart.

"Somewhere in here," came a voice, bouncing down the bricks of the alley. "Bitch is like an alley cat. Keep your eyes peeled."

Fuck, locals. Knowing it was locals didn't answer why. There's plenty of little too-big-for-their-britches operations who take on jobs when people don't want to pay Pops' rates. Though in this case, you imagine whoever spurred this on knew better than to reach out to Pop.

It was a twenty-minute train ride to get to the Newgate estate. It was a twenty-minute walk to Law's, but you've shaved a lot of time off that by running like a maniac. Even with Marco driving there were still too many minutes between the Boys making it to this area to start looking for you if you couldn't make it to Law's.

And when it came to fights and kidnappings, seconds could make or break an outcome.

Running the possibilities through your head, your chances weren't looking hot. If you could get one on one with someone, you'd have a better chance, but facing groups were risky, especially if they were armed in any capacity.

Your heart wasn't trying to beat its way out of your chest anymore, but you could see lights coming down the alley toward you. You couldn't make it quietly down the tight passage, and if you bounded off the trash to hit the fire escape, you could be shot. Even if it wasn't fatal, having a conversation with a bullet in your leg wasn't in your plans for tonight.

You crouch down to be even smaller than you are and tense the muscles in your legs. It feels like forever, but it's barely a minute by the time they are close enough. It is a least two people. You can handle two, maybe, if they aren't just looking to blow your head off. If it was three you aren't strong enough – you don't have the reach and mass needed to control that many average fighters.

There's a pause before they reached where you are, but you don't sit and wait. Either they're expecting you, or they're repositioning to ruin your advantage, and you couldn't wait around to accept either outcome.

You let yourself do what you knew how to do better when you didn't think about it. Leaping out into the wider alley you hear one man screech at the sight of you. Pops said your eyes would get an unsettling look, almost like actual cat's eyes, when you were really focused. Maybe that's why he screams when your eyes pass through the path of the flashlight.

You slam bodily into one man, fortunately you tackle the one who doesn't scream, so your other target was still in shock. Knocking the first guy down, you get up, driving your foot into his stomach with all your weight as you push off him and go for his buddy. You recognize this guy, not by name, but you were pretty sure he's in Vander's gang.

Deck 9 was a gang outside of town, mostly human trafficking, but they'd pick up scrap jobs that Pops didn't want or wouldn't do. Vander Decken, the 9th head of Deck 9, was a complete sleaze. Knowing he was involved didn't narrow down your concerns.

You hope the screamer has a glass jaw to go with those glass nerves and hit him square in the face. Turning back to the guy you'd knocked the air out of you pick up the bat he apparently dropped when you assaulted him. You glance back at the screamer and see rope.

No guns.

Kidnapping.

You twirl the bat enough to cut through the air once before you brought it down on the guy you'd knocked off his feet. It was a solid connect, but you felt the jolt go up your arms, you'd knocked the air out of him again, but you needed him down. You let the rebound power you back to the screamer who was getting ready to scream again. Bringing the bat down on his shoulder you heard something crack under the swing. Following up the attack you drive your foot into his stomach.

Something halts the bat as the screamer pukes and crumples to the ground. You notice the first guy is holding onto it. You both decide to drop the bat at the same time, and as you start to swing at him, he goes on the defensive.

"SHE'S OVER HERE!" He bellows as loud as he can, which was an impressive amount, considering you hadn't gone easy on him. You step in closer to him to really clock him, but once he steps back instead of trying to defend, you take advantage of the space created and run down the alley.

"She's going south! Cover the block! Don't let her slip through!"

Shit shit shit shit.

Deck 9 wasn't a big-time gang, but they had a decent number of members. These assholes know that Pops protects you, they have to be working for someone they think is bigger. Either that or someone offered enough money to make them all morons.

Time, you needed to buy time. You see a door. Checking it reveals that it isn't unlocked, but you have your picks. Your hands are shaking from adrenaline, but you aren't in sight of the loudmouth, and you didn't hear anyone else immediately nearby.

Don't think about the time crunch, you force your focus onto the picks. You pick locks. Pick the lock. There's no corner of Grandline that isn't accessible to you. The lock gives and you pull open the door and slip inside.

No alarm beeps, nothing goes off, and that is the most disappointing thing to happen so far. A legal commotion would've worked in your favor. You would've happily accepted being arrested for breaking and entering vs being kidnapped. Once your eyes adjust, you start creeping through the building. Far as you can tell it's empty, and as you crept around more it looked like some place that was being used for storage vs a business. You check sightlines and make sure you weren't going to light up the street by opening your phone.

You text Law, of everyone aware of this he was already where he needed to be and could coordinate better.

(Y/N): Deck 9. Stck N. D's # xxx-xxx-xxxx. 1 fight, gon by time (Translation: pursued by Deck 9, stuck north of clinic, here's Doflamingo's # to update him along with Pops. Had 1 fight already, going to buy time.)

You send it and close the phone, you've been as concise as possible, and you know Law would understand. No sense waiting for a reply, Law knew better, and apparently so did Doflamingo, because you didn't have any missed calls or texts from him. The phone was on silent, but the gods of luck were cruel, so it was always best not to risk it.

You manage to creep your way to a set of steps when you hear the door you'd broken into burst open.

"Hide 'n' seek's pissing me off (Y/N), come along nicely." Growls a voice you were surprised to hear. The main man Vander Decken himself. Best case scenario, someone paid him to get you, worst-case scenario, he'd decided at some point that you liked him – all on his own – and this was personal.

You hear voices at the front of the building and swear silently. No sense being quiet, you bounded up the steps, yelling over your shoulder. "Pops is gonna be big mad, Decky!"

"He'll get over it when you accept me, kitten!"

Your stomach twists. Not only was it the worst scenario, but how dare he use that word. Decken had plenty of corpses in his closet, as do most underworld folks, you were sure. But Decken's body count was almost exclusively comprised of the women who had turned him down, and a few who had accepted him.

"What gave me away?" You ask. If you play along maybe you can drag out this perverse game of cat and mouse and avoid being murdered.

"Tsumi saw you at the carnival, kitten, accepting a gift from someone."

How'd you miss Wadatsumi?! Oh, right, you caught sight of Smoker and got over focused.

"All the years after we first met, you never went on a date with anyone, and then you do something in public like that to fan my jealously." There was a dark glee in his voice. "If you wanted me to chase, kitten, you only had to ask."

Gods-be-damned, it doesn't matter what you say to Decken, he's going to take it as bad news and you're going to be screwed. You were as high as you could get, and all you could do was hope that your little conversation was loud enough to mask that you had run straight up the stairs after your first question. You dropped to all fours to distribute your weight and avoid creaking anything creaky.

You stay in that position for a moment, catching your breath and trying and hear where Decken and his crew were on the floors below.

"Check all the rooms on each floor, keep in sight of each other, she's a feisty kitten."

You feel your stomach knot. You had maybe two minutes before all those extra boots got to your floor. That might be enough time, it might not. You test your capacity for silence and crawl away from the steps. Every second you could keep your location unknown, the better. If you could make it into a street-side room, you could at least see what was waiting outside.

Four-stories up wasn't impossible to safely scale. Not your first choice, but if Decken feels trapped by anyone, his M.O. would be to kill you first, to make sure you stayed his. You purse your lips at every possible sound, caught between being quiet, and needing to be efficient. The boots were louder, you had maybe a minute to spare.

You get into a room without causing a commotion and peek out the window. There wasn't hardly anyone out there, but it was a lot faster for them to run down the stairs, than for you to scale your way down safely.

Looking around a smile hits your lips for the first time since you started running.

You throw open the window and dump the fire-escape ladder over the side. It wasn't long, but it was enough to get you halfway past the 2nd floor. You follow after the steps, descending from the outside. You're just starting to hear noise from inside when you look down at the few guys waiting below. You keep looking down at them as you descend, trying to catch the gaze of the nearest one so you could give him a reassuring smile.

"One of you nice gentlemen needs to catch me! Decken's orders! Gotta give 'im a proper chase." When you reach the bottom rung, you jump at the nearest guy, who is still trying to sort out what the hell you're talking about – poor guy is caught between keeping his twisted boss happy, and not getting duped.

Realization lights up in his eyes when you twist to land feet first, but he wasn't fast enough to react. Your feet slam into his chest, his arms still half-out as though he was actually going to catch you. You land hard, and he lands harder than you, but even tumbling off him you could feel your shoulder take the most of the shock as scraps and bruises dotted the rest of you.

You get to your feet with two angry guys circling closer, and an exceptionally angry Decken bellowing from the 4th floor window. You couldn't make out what he was saying because he was so spitting mad, but that meant neither could his guys.

You go for the armed one first. You move better than he swings and get inside his reach. Since you're low already, you grab him by the belt and lift him up before shoving him back. You land on top of him, and his head hits the pavement enough to ring his bell, giving you the second you needed to grab the pipe he was holding.

You turn toward guy number two just in time to catch the swing of a bat with your new pipe. You grunt at the force of his strike; it's almost enough to push you back. You imagine he's holding back because if he murders you instead of letting Decken do it, then Decken might kill him for it. You step back to break the lock and swing. You don't have good footing, so you don't connect as well as you want. You get a grunt out of him, but you didn't knock him off his game.

You're stuck. You couldn't shake him, and more men were already coming out the front door. You take a deep breath and set your feet this time. It's a good thing a modified pipe was Sabo's favorite weapon, so you had a decent idea of how to wield it effectively, between sparring with Sabo and being taught by him.

Just like with the alley you went full aggression. The name of the game was still 'buy time', and if you could make these guys think twice, you'd buy a few precious seconds. You yell and attack the nearest guy with gusto, swinging hard and fast. You catch him off guard when you knock the bat out of his hand – you think he expected you to back off now that reinforcements were here.

Your second swing catches him in the ribs and crumples him to the ground. You turn toward the guys slowly inching closer to you and swing a few times widely to shove them back, before turning toward the one who bravely – read: stupidly - chose to be closer than the others. You drive the pipe straight at him like a spear, crashing it into his gut hard enough to make him puke.

After that the brawl goes wild, more guys than you could clock rush you and someone gets a lucky shot and breaks a bat against your thigh. Your leg buckles and you're effectively dog piled. You kept struggling, but aside from a few seconds all it earns you was a dislocated shoulder, a split lip, a pavement scrap on your face, and a kick to the stomach. You keep fighting despite it, until someone cracks you over the head with an unbroken bat.

That rocks your world enough that you lose your will to fight completely. Two guys hold you by either arm, keeping you on your knees in the middle of the street as Decken approaches. Your entire world at that moment is hazy pain, with smatterings of sharp pain, like from the dislocated arm that was currently being man-handled.

"I zot you wanted a chase." You slur up at Decken, your mouth's full of a coppery taste, you might've bit your tongue at some point, but everything hurt too much to tell.

Whatever Decken might've wanted to say was cut short as the street filled with cars. You recognized Pops' cars, and you were positive you knew who was in the SUVs on the other side of Decken's crew.

Texting Law had paid dividends.

"Tol' ya." You flash a bloody smile up at Decken. "Pops' pissed."

[jerry-hornes-foot]

listen….. listen. double penetration w steve. thats the whole prompt. idc who’s topping or who’s bottoming i just want to see what ur magic fingers conjure up. please and thank you

Okay so, listen, hear me out, this is so hot and I have used as an excuse to write a story I have wanted to write for months but have been putting off cause I've been so slow at dealing with my inbox lmfao. If it's not the sort of thing you were looking for I absutely understand and I am MORE than happy to write you another one because I'm aware I've gone a bit off piste with this bad boy, but I hope you get at least some enjoyment out of it!!

Also literally the amount of agency you've given me in this story is so sweet tysm!!! 🥰

838 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Jonathan Byers x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; switch!reader; dom!jonathan; sub!steve; double penetration; penetrative sex; oral sex; edging; mild overstimulation; implied cum eating; offensive language

Jonathan's cock twitches in your mouth as you sink down on to it. At the same time you feel Steve's fingers dig into your thighs as he pumps in and out of you. As Steve thrusts again you moan into Jonathan's cock, the vibrations causing him to moan back at you. Behind you Steve grunts and picks up the pace of his hips a little.

"Watch it, rich boy." Jonathan warns through gritted teeth. "You cum when I cum, got it?"

Despite all the nights you and Steve have spent with Jonathan, the harsh, commanding tone that takes over Jonathan's voice when he doms Steve still always catches you off guard. Jonathan is always so gentle and quiet, it's easy to forget just how firm he can be, and you've got to admit, it's hot. You groan again, tensing around Steve and making him whimper, earning another barked warning from Jonathan. Steve knows the rules, he and Jonathan cum together and fill you up all at once. Jonathan's good at this game, when he sets his mind to it he can hold off from finishing for hours, which gives him the chance to push Steve to the edge again and again, like he's been doing all night.

"Jonathan I- I think I'm gonna- fuck! I'm gonna-"

"Oh no you don't!" Jonathan squeezes your shoulders, a signal for you to push back against Steve to force a stop to the motion of his hips. He whines desperately as you press against him, derailing his rhythm.

"You know the rules Harrington. Now stay put until I stay so."

This is the fourth time tonight Steve's gotten close to finishing only for you and Jonathan to stop him in his tracks. You can feel his legs shaking by your sides. He's desperate to finally get that release, but he knows better than to talk back. That'll only earn him further punishment. He obediently pulls out of you and kneels on the bed awaiting Jonathan's instruction.

"Good boy." Jonathan purrs, groaning performatively and rolling his head back as your tongue runs down the underside of his dick.

A few minutes pass before you feel Jonathan's cock twitch again, his hips tensing slightly under your hands.

"Okay Harrington, back to work."

Steve doesn't have to be told twice. His cock slips back into your hole and starts pumping immediately. The past couple of times Steve was made to sit out for a while, Jonathan forced him to go slow when he started fucking you again, this time he makes no comment on Steve's pace. He won't admit it, but he's close, closer than he thought he was, and now he needs Steve to catch up. Fast. You can't help yourself, you know you'll pay for it later, but it's worth it to give Jonathan a taste of his own medicine. Slowing down a little you slide your mouth right down to the base of his cock, pressing the tip of your tongue into the underside of his shaft. He let's out a long gutteral moan as you begin you slowly glide your mouth up and down his full length, taking the tip of his cock right to the back of your throat with each movement.

"Jesus! You'd better fucking hurry it up, Harrington."

Steve does so, pounding his hips hard into yours, his body is angled just right to make your body burn with pleasure. You'd been so focused on working Jonathan's dick you almost hadn't noticed how incredible Steve's felt inside you. You cum, hard and without warning, stifling a scream so that you can keep your careful rhythm on Jonathan's cock. Jonathan cries out as your fingers dig hard into his hips.

"I swear to God, Harrington, you're on thin ice here- mmmmmphhfuck!! I'm gonna cum!"

Your legs are quivering so hard it's a struggle to keep yourself upright, Steve's cock keeps slamming into your insanely sensitive hole. The feeling is an incredible mixture of pain and pleasure. Jonathan's dick swells in your mouth, pulsing as his cum pours out onto your tongue. Steve is barely a second behind him, exhaling harshly as you feel him spilling into you.

When you pull away from Jonathan's dick he grabs your shoulders and holds you in place.

"Don't move." He instructs, voice still steady despite how breathless he is.

Your thighs are screaming, the force of your orgasm has torn through you and made your whole body feel weak, but you obey him all the same. Jonathan flops down on the pillow and looks up at Steve,

"I'll be expecting you to clean up your mess, Harrington."

Steve's hands are back on your thighs in an instant, the tip of his tongue just barely grazes you before Jonathan stops him.

"Hold your horses, I'll need a few minutes."

"Sorry, I thought you wanted me to-" Steve stammers.

"Oh I do." Says Jonathan with a gentle laugh. "But not unless I get to fuck that tight little ass of yours while you do it."

[forthehpfanboys]

Broken Stitches

Pair: Hermione Granger x Reader; he/him.

Summary: Hermione usually gripes about your dirty clothes being everywhere.

Warnings: SMUT (MDI), oral (female receiving)

Smut Prompt 40: “Is that my (shirt/uniform/jersey- this has so much potential it hurts)?”

Notes: I have never written hetero smut before so I’m starting off light (please go easy on me, I'm trying). I’m gonna save the big smut for the next request. Lowkey think this is terrible but uh, ya know. And word count wise? This should probably be a fic but I got carried away-

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Usually, when you leave clothes around, Hermione nagged about it. She’d grumble for hours- literal hours- about how you have a dirty clothes basket for a reason, how she’s not your mom and shouldn’t have to clean it up, even though your dorm is shared with a bunch of dudes who each treat it like their person clothes bin, and literally no one asked her to clean it up.

Lately, she’s been quiet. She hasn’t been shrieking or nagging or threatening to hex you unless you clean it, she’s been leaving it be, which was very uncharacteristic for your girlfriend. Another weird thing was that your quidditch jersey was completely missing and you needed it for the game coming around. You asked everyone in your dorm, and not a single one knew where it ran off too.

It wasn’t until you walked into her own shared dorm and saw Hermione laying across her bed, reading a book… In your quidditch jersey, which looked cleaner than usual. You stared at the baggy shirt laying against her skin. You couldn’t see the title of the book, but you could tell by the white cover and the big cursive red letters that it was clearly a romance novel- and it was getting to the good part, you could tell because she kept shifting her legs and pressing her thighs together.

“Babe?”

Hermione almost jumped out of her skin. She slammed the book shut and shoved it under the blanket, crossing her arms over her chest. She quickly looked over at you, the heat spreading across her cheeks like a typhoon of red. Her bubblegum pink tongue dragged across her lips quickly, her knees coming up to her chest.

"Oh, hey, love! How-um-how are you?" Hermione smiled, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear. She was blushing, you could see it in the dim light of her dorm. No one else was in the room-- the rest of the girls opted for spending quality time together in the warm spring air.

"Is that my jersey?" You asked, pointing at the loose (h/c) t-shirt clinging onto her chest. She stammered over a reply, her cheeks brightening in color when your point drifted to the rectangular shape hidden under the blankets. "And are you reading porn?"

"It isn't porn!! It's a romantic novel filled with drama and heart stopping romance suitable for any young witch!" She huffed out, crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes stared into yours.

"That may be true, but.. Does it have porn in it?" You smirked, leaning against one of the four posts holding together her bed.

Her jaw dropped at your cocky tone and said, "No! It's romance, (Y/n)! A man like you wouldn't understand."

"Really, cupcake? That hurts my feelings." You let out a laugh, watching her with dark eyes as she stretched her legs out. "So, you're not wet because of the story right now?"

"(Y/n)!!" Hermione picked up her pillow and threw it at you, but you managed to catch it and threw it back.

"What? Is it so bad to check on my baby girl?" You were grinning again-- her thighs kept rubbing together and her hands gripped the end of the blanket. You could practically smell her arousal.

"Fine! Yes! It has porn in it! Bugger off!" Hermione squealed, putting the pillow back into place behind her back so she didn't have to look at you.

"That's all I wanted to hear, lovely." you pulled out your wand. You shut the door, locked it and used a silencing charm all at once before throwing the stick off to the side and gripping the thick, red blanket

Yanking the blanket off the bed, and haphazardly throwing it to the ground, you crawled onto the foot of the bed and grabbed her ankles. You tugged her closer and ignored her squeal due to the sudden movement. From the fast bounce of her tits and the bare skin that got exposed as the jersey rode up when her body slid toward you, you could tell she was naked, except for one thin, piece of fabric.

You licked your lips, trailing your hands up her legs to her smooth thighs. You felt pure excitement when her legs naturally fell open, exposing the thin piece to you. It was hiding just one of your favorite features of her and it had a small wet patch right in the middle.

"Merlin, 'Mione.. You know just how to get me goin', don't you?" You spoke up, watching her face carefully as her eyebrows furrowed and her lip became trapped between her teeth. She gave you a nod, a few fuzzy strands of her hair falling into her vision. "Planned this yourself, didn't you?"

She nodded again, reaching for the end of the jersey and began to pull it up to her chest, revealing what you already knew. Her skin was bare. You saw her nipples harden from the cool breeze in the room and groaned again.

"My pretty girl. My wonderful darling, fuck." you laid yourself flat on your stomach after spreading her legs and your eyes were magically drawn to the wet spot against her panties.

Without hesitation, you dragged your tongue along her cloth covered sex, a needy groan leaving your lips at her taste. It was a flavor you had no issue devouring whenever she asked. You pulled her thighs farther apart, your nails digging into the flesh with another drag of your tongue. Her soft whined didn't go unnoticed, either. You raised yourself up, dragging your panties down with your teeth before sliding your hands to her pretty pussy lips.

Your thumbs carefully spread them so you could watch her walls clench around nothing. Another needy groan left you when her clit throbbed and you immediately latched your lips onto it, enjoying her squeal of surprise. Your eyes locked with hers and your own sex twitched against the mattress. Her eyes were completely fucked out- pupils swallowing irises the same way you ate her out.

Your tongue dove into her deeper expertly forcing a strangled moan from Hermione's lips. Your eyes fell half shut when your legs wrapped around your head but your tongue kept up a strong pace inside of her. Your hand not putting pressure against her clit went around to her ass, grabbing a cheek in hand and giving it a squeeze. The thumb on her clit began to draw those strong circles again and you enjoyed the way she bucked up into your face.

Her hands tugged at your hair in a feverous attempt to either get away from the onslaught of pleasure or get more. She moaned your name again with her thighs shaking around your head. You let out a moan, your own hips dragging across the sheets to give your hard on some relief, before you pulled your tongue free.

You dragged it across the folds once, twice, three times before spitting on her clit. The gasp she made was worth it. Your thumb went back to work while her head went back against the pillows. "That good, huh, darling?"

"Shut it." She moaned, her shin pulled you closer, practically forcing your face against her. You smirked against her before attaching to her clit again. It didn't take her long to cum--especially when you were humming against her. You helped her ride out her orgasm and pulled off with a chuckle once the overstimulation set in.

The only sound in the room was her frantic panting. She pulled the jersey back down and you carefully pulled her panties up after licking her clean.

"How do you do that?" Her voice was soft and winded, but it brought you joy. You smiled and kissed her knee.

"Magic, love." You did jazz hands at her, ignoring the way she rolled her eyes. You let out a giggle and sat up. If it wasn't for her pointing it out, you would've forgotten about your dick throbbing between your legs.

"Need help with that?" Hermione was already trying to put her chaotic hair into a ponytail- who were you to refuse a queen of what she wants?

"Yes, please."

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[eremiie]

one — love confessions

❥ your actions have consequences. eren wants more with you but his motivation is unclear. there one thing you’re sure of though, eren jaeger is relentless.

❥ wattpad link ; ao3 link ; masterlist

❥ prologue ; chapter two

❥ word count ; 7k words

❥ content ; mentions of alcohol, alcohol usage

huge thanks to @arlert-slut for beta reading my work, she was a big help, ily callie!!!!

❝ it’s delicate and sickeningly sweet, like the saccharine candy you’d find at a corner store— and what doesn’t help us the remaining taste of strawberry pineapple he leaves on your lips. you kick at the skin in efforts to get rid of it, and he only chuckles at your attempt before dropping his hands from your face. ❞

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kisses were peppered on your face, threatening to stir you out of your sleep, and you knew who the culprit was, their hand sliding over the slope of your body and murmuring into your ear— words that were incomprehensible in your sleepy haze. 

"get up, it's time to wake up."

the past few mornings since your return from carla's had been a nuisance for you to get used to, but you were getting used to it. you were getting used to eren shaking you up early in the mornings to propose an activity for when you'd awake, and you were getting used to other things as well, like the more intimate touches he'd lay on you and the subtle nicknames. 

you were getting used to your situation with him after the events of the weekend prior.

the weekend prior; you spent your nights with eren at carla's, and he insisted that you go with him to a party at a nearby bar. you didn't mind and so you let him take you along, only for the two of you leave early after a more than inconvenient mishap. 

it was irritating at most, always having to be the one to drag eren away when he got more than comfortable, always having to talk to him about it only to see him make no effort to change. but for some reason something clicked in his brain that night and you ended up tangled in his sheets, a lazy love confession muttered in your ears when you were pressed against his front. a lazy love confession that you were partially swayed by.

you and eren didn't talk much about it, after leaving his mom's the two of you decided to leave it in the air. after all, there wasn't much to talk about that hadn’t already said. eren would try to do his part to win you over, and you'd just sit back and observe. the two of you went on just like you were before, as a matter of fact how you went on was almost too similar to how everything was before, yet at the same time somewhat foreign when you thought about the "other things".

the other things; the nicknames and the touches. you weren't too fond of them— maybe because you weren't his yet, but for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to shy away from them. they were comforting, they were something new to you, and you'd learn to appreciate them over time. 

it was funny because it was only eren who you’d let do these more than friendly touches even before what happened last weekend, and it was you who enjoyed the whole aspect of it. you were more prone to friendships as opposed to relationships. you never liked them much because you found yourself on a pedestal compared to others. no one could catch your attention, no one was good enough or worth your time, yet eren seemed to build his own pedestal and sit right beside you, and for that he was special.

 it was only eren who was able to do that, and only eren you were able to open up your heart to. you'd only hope he wouldn't screw it over for himself, and maybe for you too.

apart from getting used to your new situation with eren, you were getting used to letting go of things too, namely spending your mornings with someone else— spending your mornings with historia.

it didn't pain you much— you and historia had a friendship of pleasure, words by aristotle; she was good company for you in the mornings after class and when you needed socializing at events. 

maybe you'd blame it on the break you were on, after all, you'd walk out of your first class together. since there weren't any classes 'till next week, that could very well be the reason why you weren’t seeing her. although you knew even when they would start up again it wouldn't be historia who'd be offering you a piece of her breakfast, spritzing her floral perfume over her body for the nth time, or keeping you awake with her tangents, it'd be eren. 

plus, you were saving yourself from the awkward encounter, considering that night when she let her drink plague the front of eren's shirt, and considering the fact that that morning you had just told her to let eren be, that he was a player, that what may be fun for her was only a fling for him. yet you ended up in her exact position, letting eren sweep you off your feet and into his bed. that would linger on your mind when you saw her, and the more you thought about it the less fair it was to her,

but it wasn't your fault, right?

"c'mon get up, it's almost eleven." eren's hand slid back up to shake your shoulder before his fingers made their way up to your eyelid, pulling it up. you smacked his hand down, a groan leaving your lips as you turned in your covers.

"eren," you pulled the soft fabric of the blanket over your head and began to blink underneath them, eyes adjusting to the small gleam of light that was let through the thick fabric. "what is your problem?"

he huffs and you feel his weight dip the bed some as he falls backwards on it, his head resting against your legs. he reciprocates your groan, seemingly more irritated, as if you were the one to disturb his sleep. "my problem is that you won't get up." 

"you said it's eleven eren, eleven." your voice is groggy and you can feel the swell of your face, rubbing at your features before you tugged the blanket from over your head. eren perks up at the sound of the fabric rustling, and he rises, happy to see your face, that same radiant smile you're used to seeing every morning greeting you.

"i always wake you up earlier than this," he shuffles back on the bed and lays his head down against your stomach and although he can feel you glaring at him from above, he still gets as comfortable as possible. it's then that you realize he's already ready for the day, clad in clothes different from what he went to sleep in, a shirt, and some sweats. "'wanted to get something to eat with you."

you feel the guilt curdle in your stomach, his attire tells you he's been up for a while now. he must've let you sleep in a bit longer than usual because he was right, he would wake you up earlier than this and the two of you would get ready together. your mouth downturns into a small frown and your hand comes down to caress his brown locks, almost like a form of an apology. he accepts it, green eyes fluttering shut at your touch. "i'm not that hungry."

"than something to drink? we can go to that smoothie bar nearby."

"we're not using zeke's car again." you knew eren wouldn't let up, and a part of you tells you that you owe him this as a return for the extra hours you were able to catch. you were just talking to talk, you'd end up going with him anyway, you ended up going with him every day.

you can feel eren smile against the fabric of your top, a low chuckle that was barely audible leaving his lips, and it made you smile too. "we'll walk."

it doesn't take you long to get ready, and it doesn't take long for the two of you to be on your way either. you were hand in hand with eren, a small silence looming over the two of you if you didn't count the aimless comments he'd throw here and there that you tried your best to engage with.

it was nothing but you, eren, and the small breeze that tried to sweep the loose pieces of hair around his face away, his hand occasionally coming up to move them out of his line of sight while the two of you walked before immediately connecting with yours again.

it felt nice, it was tranquilizing even and not much was with eren. it was times like this that didn't make you regret having him pull you into his bed on that hectic evening, having him pull you out of bed every morning, and you especially didn't regret it when you caught sight of the glass windows of the bar, chairs and tables still visible through the tinted glass.

his hand drops from yours. it feels empty again and cold when you grab the steel handle of the door. you can feel the wind of eren striding past you and the door shuts faster than you expected. the thud of it closing behind you, almost shutting you in, made you flinch. you turned to look back at it before turning to see eren more than a few steps ahead of you already. 

you furrow your brows and let your feet pick up the pace to catch up to him and you don't even realize the way your hand stretches out for eren to grab it again. he doesn't, keeping his hands in his pocket as he walks, but you couldn't blame him— he wasn't even looking down at your outstretched limb, his eyes surveying the bar. 

you roll your eyes at yourself. your subconscious attempt was feeble anyways. it was no big deal— and so you shove your hand back into the pocket of your jacket, fingers playing with each other inside the fabric.

 the two of you round the corner of the divider placed in the middle of the store. you reckoned it was to give customers who were eating more privacy, and once you got around it your eyes immediately look up to take a glimpse at the menu while your feet come to a halt in line.

eren leans down a bit, "what are you gonna get?"

you shrug your shoulders. you didn't put much thought into it, too in the moment of the walk you were on earlier to consider that you'd actually need to order something when you arrived. eren on the other hand seemed to know what he wanted, staring ahead at the cashier instead of the menu. perhaps he'd been here before.

the line begins to move and you and eren diverge from it, stepping over to one of the open cash registers. 

"hey, what can i get for you today?" the girl has a kind smile on her face that eren tosses back. she glances between eren, then you, then eren again while her finger hovers over the pad of the register. 

he answers before you, letting you take your time to decide what you'll want, you continuing to skim the contents of the menu. "hey, uh," his tongue slides over his bottom lip as he leans forward on the counter, hands hugging the end of it to stable himself while he passes some of his weight forward. "can i get the strawberry pineapple smoothie? can you replace the coconut water with um, orange juice?" 

it’s then that you notice the ash orange of her hair, the way it curled against the frame of her face and complimented the hazel of her eyes that were trained on the boy next to you, listening to him talk while she occasionally nodded her head, punching numbers into the register. "of course you can, pretty."

"that's all you— thanks, carly." you couldn't recall her saying her name, so your gaze travels down to her shirt, body relaxing when you see the name tag pinned to the cloth of her uniform. you shift your weight from one leg to the other, eye flicking back up to her face before eren taps your shoulder, making you look towards him instead.

"_____?" it's your name he says next and he must've had to say it more than once, the slight downturn of his lips tells you so. "what do you want to get?" his tone is different from earlier, and the smile you could hear in his voice when he was ordering wasn't there anymore— but most people put on a cheery persona when addressing an employee. it was more or less natural.

"i'll get what he's getting." you didn't really hear much of eren's order, clearly focused on all except, but you didn't have time to ponder on a stupid smoothie. she punches up your order as eren pulls out his wallet, you not daring to take out your own, hands still sitting idle in your pockets. he slips out a crumpled twenty dollar bill, attempting to smooth it out before handing it to the girl.

you and eren step off to the side, not having to wait very long for your drinks. when eren heads over to grab them from the same brassy orange-blonde, giving her a polite "thank you," and her responding with an "anytime, come back soon!", your phone vibrates in the back pocket of your jeans and you avert your attention from the two by slipping the device out. 

it's pieck, her caller id sitting above the "home". you don't hesitate to swipe your finger across the screen to answer. 

seeing her name made you remember the night at the bar once more, you and pieck enlightening each other with easy conversation, eren being the topic, and you’re reminded to update her about the fiasco that had you slip away from her for longer than you expected.

your mental note to call her clearly was washed away by other intruding thoughts, and the same feeling of guilt from earlier when you were laying with eren returned— she shouldn't have been the one to call you.

you lift your phone up, the glass of the screen was cold as you pressed it against your ear. "hey, i'm sorry for not call—"

"my curiosity got the best of me." you can hear the lightheartedness in her tone, voice soft as it flowed through the phone. it puts you at ease. "don't worry too much about it, i just needed to make sure you were alive after this weekend."

a smile plays on your face and you were almost oblivious to eren's sudden presence beside you, two identical pink drinks in his hand, one jutted out towards you for you to take. your hand wraps around the drink and you walk behind him, letting him open the door for you this time around, making your way out of the smoothie bar.

"i'm alive... what have you been up to?"

pieck chuckles from behind the screen. it's warm and pleasant. this time instead of you, eren and the breeze, it's you, pieck and the breeze. although, you were still aware of eren next to you and the side glances he was throwing your way— interest in every one of them. "that's the question i should be asking you, after all, you were the life of the party on friday."

"far from it, but if you'd like to know 'm fine. out with eren right now, he just took me to this little smoothie place not too far from campus."

she's silent for longer than a few seconds, as if she was processing something before she speaks up again. "eren? now you really have to tell me what you've been up to." her tone still has that hint of jest to it, keeping the conversation lighter than it would've been. 

eren's ears perk up at the muffled sound of his name and he once again turns his head your way, an eyebrow quirked at you that you pretended to ignore. "who are you talking to?"

you bring the smoothie up to your lips, using it to take more time to answer before letting your eyes slide over to eren. "just pieck, nosey." you were only half-joking and neither you or eren laugh at the comment. "not much is up if i'm being honest with you, but i can tell you about," you pause for a moment, brain scrambling to find a word that would make the topic you were discussing more vague. "...we can talk about everything when i get back to my dorm?"

"why don't you come over? yelena is here but i don't think she'll mind." 

you had nothing planned for the remainder of the day, it wouldn't hurt to spend a few hours updating pieck. it was well deserved on her part— she'd been patient and hadn't even sent you a text ever since you'd last seen her at the party. not to mention she was a good friend and a wise person to chat with, her feedback would be nice to hear. "yeah that's cool, i'll text you."

"i'll be happy to see your face, have fun." 

the line cuts off before you could even give your goodbyes but you brush it off and slip your phone back into the back pocket of your jeans, sipping at the almost forgotten smoothie that was dripping against your fingers. eren pulls your now free hand into his own, and it's like he's trying to recreate the moment before the bar, swinging your hands back and forth while the same silence dawns on both of you.

it's a little more stiff, a little too quiet, but it didn't matter because before you knew it you were walking up the steps to your shared dorm and eren's scanning the keycard so you and him could slip inside the warmth of the room.

you don't waste any time placing your cup down and shimmying out of your jeans, replacing them with sweats instead while eren just watches from the seat he takes on his bed. his eyebrows are knit from observing you hastily move around the small dorm. "where are you going?" it was question after question, but it wasn't anything new— he was always eager to know what you were up to, to try and keep an eye out for you and to try and keep up to date with you. when it wasn't a little vexatious, it was actually quite endearing.

you finish the remnants of your drink, plopping the cup into the trash and picking up your phone on your way to the door. "to pieck's dorm, i'll be back later."

eren stands up, following your route of throwing his empty cup into the trash then heading over to you, stopping right in front of your figure and making you tilt your head upward to get a better view of him. "that's what the two of you were talking about?"

he's in close proximity— you could count all the wrinkles on his shirt if you wanted to, or every eyelash that curved downwards above his eyes. "...i guess."

"i wanted you to come with me to reiner's in a few hours, sasha and them were gonna be there."

you recalled seeing sasha on friday, how she beamed being in your presence and how excited she was to see you— telling you that the two of you needed to hang out more, and although now would've been a great opportunity, you had plans. 

you sighed. albeit you never minded hanging out with your friends, maintaining them was a little harder than usual. "for one, i don't know who reiner is, and second of all, i have somewhere to be; i'll just text her when i get back." you'd hope you'd be able to stay true to your word, as you weren't able to do so with pieck. 

in the midst of you turning to grab the handle of the door, eren's hands come up to cup your jaw, palms resting against the supple skin of your face, and you roll your eyes before looking down to the ground.

his affectious demeanor was present again as he pulled you closer and pouted at you while his thumb caressed your cheek. "m'gonna miss you, you'll probably be asleep when i come back."

your own hand comes up to grab at his wrist, but you can't bring yourself to try and pull his hand away. instead, you find yourself rubbing at the tan skin, still not maintaining eye contact. "and that's fine, tomorrow's another day, i need to go." your words are somewhat bitter, but eren doesn't catch on.

he presses a testing kiss to your forehead, looking down at you before tilting your head up more and pressing a gentle one to your lips.

it's delicate and sickeningly sweet, like the saccharine candy you'd find at a corner store— and what doesn't help is the remaining taste of strawberry pineapple he leaves on your lips. you lick at the skin in efforts to get rid of it, and he only chuckles at your attempt before dropping his hands from your face. 

even though you could feel your cheeks burning, you still felt cold without his skin being in contact with yours. "text me when you get back." he says when you're stepping out the door, and you mutter a "we'll see," that you couldn't tell if he heard or not, not that it mattered much to you.

the walk to pieck's dorm feels shorter than usual, and you're not sure whether to blame it on the fact that you were getting used to the route, or on the fact that you were clouded in your own thoughts. either way, you're knocking a melody on her door in no time, and you're greeted by yelena looming over you, a neutral expression on her face.

"yelena," she nods her head at you but doesn't say anything back, only sidestepping to let you in, the person you wanted to see lying on her side against her bed, casting a lazy smile at the sight of you.

"______, long time no see?" pieck doesn't make an effort to sit up, only scooting backwards to create a space for you to sit at, and you let yelena pass you to get back to her desk before walking over to pieck.

"it's barely been a week," you saunter over to her bed, balancing your foot on one of the boxes that platforms her bed to climb up onto it. "you saw me just last friday." 

"and i was supposed to see or hear from you earlier than today." she's still holding her smile as she speaks, tilting her head towards you and raising a brow. "nevertheless, i'm glad you're here now." she truly was— despite you being a year under her, appreciative of your company. to her it was like having a little sister to look after, she felt like she was constantly watching you from the distance— and you felt like she was always there when you needed a bit of advice.

"and i'm glad to see you, how're your friends doing?"

she shakes her head at you but she answers your question anyways, "zeke, is being zeke— off dilly dallying and being an english major, nothing new to him. if you couldn't tell yelena is over there doing some work, porco is doing well, colt’s good, we're all good." with the way she grins wider, you already know what the next topic of discussion would be, her eyes narrowing at you as she finally sits up, back falling into her surplus amount of pillows. "how're you and your friends?"

"well according to one of them they're all supposed to be gathered up in someone's dorm right now, a little get together i think." 

pieck's mouth parts and her eyebrows upturn. "and you've decided to sit here with me?"

"i told eren i didn't want to go, i wanted to spend time with you."

her hand comes up to her chest dramatically and she stares at you in awe, "i always knew you liked me more than the rest of them, apart from eren i suppose." your nose scrunches up at her, you knew it was coming. you knew she'd find a way to bring him up, she always found a way to make things go according to her. it was admirable— and fun to watch when you weren't the victim. "speaking of eren..." her words slide off her tongue tauntingly and you groan. she doesn't take the sound to heart. 

"here we go,"

"what? you said you'd update me. so what happened? my ears are open."

you pull your legs up onto the bed until you were sat criss-cross. "well, after we left he didn't tell me anything until we got back to his mom's," you can hear pieck adjusting herself, getting comfortable as if she was a giddy child and you were a veteran getting ready to tell an old war story. "what he told me was that he had said something to upset historia, and that's why she threw her drink on him— and i told him that he shouldn't have been fuckin' around in the first place."

pieck nods her head after every couple words and you use that as a cue to go on, "and he starts saying he's sorry and shit, i kind of started to feel bad and i reassured him that it wasn't that big of deal, just that he needs to be better, you know?"

"i know."

your voice gets quiet at your next words, and your back slouches. the pads of your fingers tap against each other when you start to speak again. "and after that... after that, i don't really know how it happened but we kissed, and then he took me to his room and... and we had sex," the nearer your sentence came to an end the less audible it was.

"excuse me?" pieck leans in, and you can see her blink once, twice, and then a third time as she raises her nimble fingers to move stray ebony locks behind her ear until the appendage was visible to you, and you almost snort at the gesture. "the last part, i'm not sure i heard it well."

"you did." your hand lightly shoves her head away and it's quiet for a minute, only the taps of yelena's fingers against the keyboard and the birds chirping just outside the window of her dorm. "we fucked." and even though you knew she heard you the first time around, you repeat it. more so to yourself, like you were confirming the events and making sure they were true to what actually happened.

pieck settles against her pillows again but she doesn't look surprised. it's amusement that dances across her features and it's... satisfaction? she lets out a small sigh of content, as she closes her eyes and lets her head rest against the pile behind her. "mhm, that's what i thought."

it's you who's taken aback, her demeanor so calm that it's almost unsettling. "what?" 

"well something happened that night, right? c'mon the way zeke's brother acts around you alludes to something. how he watches you, he's very touchy with you, i'm surprised you didn't figure it out earlier." she doesn't mention how you'd reciprocate every touch regardless of the matter and would watch him in the same manner, maybe just from a farther distance. "he's the candidate i mentioned."

your words feel stuck in your throat and even if you could speak properly you weren't sure what you would say. you'd hope it was only pieck who was this observant, this alert when it came to those around her, otherwise the displays of affection would have to become a private thing; it was almost embarrassing knowing people could see you unknowingly gush over eren in plain sight.

when you don't respond immediately, pieck does instead, and her question flows out of her so easily that it’s as if she was patiently waiting to ask. "what about the blondie?" you were sure pieck remembered her name by now. maybe the nickname was more pleasant on her tongue.

"what about historia?" 

"what about when she finds out about you and eren?"

pieck saw things full circle, she rummaged every corner and crack for possibilities, what ifs, and what abouts, and it made you think harder— even when you didn't think you needed to ponder too much on what she'd make you reflect on.

the quality was endearing when you'd skip a step or two during a math problem, or when you didn't consider the hangover of a party overlapping with a test you'd have to take the next day. however, it wasn't so endearing when you were trying to just get through an exam, or when she made a simple problem more elaborate than it had to be.

"well, i told her not to fuck with eren— i can't help it if he likes me or not." you rub the back of your neck while staring off into the corner of pieck's dorm. "eren will tell her anyways."

"and if he doesn't?" both you and pieck's head whiz towards yelena and you realize the sound of her fingers clacking against the keys of the laptop cease to exist. her slender arm is hung over the back of the chair and her legs are crossed at the ankle. you can't read her doe eyes, not sure if she was genuinely interested in the conversation or if her ears only decided to listen for the remainder of it out of boredom— but you knew she heard the last sentence either way. "it's your job to inform her, after all you seemed closer to her than eren."

"yeah but it's eren who needs to cut her off, so he should tell her then." 

pieck pats the bed in front of her, stealing both you and yelena's attention with the smallest gesture. "what about talking to blondie? giving her a letdown and letting her know what's going on between you and eren? i mean, you and eren aren’t dating yet, right?"

your eyes meet pieck and you speak lowly, slow and careful. "no..." a brow is arched above your eye; you weren't sure what she was getting at. "but that's what he's trying to do. i wasn't just g'nna... throw myself at him that night," you cup your jaw with your hands, placement just like eren's earlier and your face twists into a lovesick expression, lip jutting out and eyebrows turned upwards. "oh, eren yes i'll be yours!" 

pieck chuckles at your sarcastic tone and shakes her head. "i didn't say all that now, i'm glad you didn't..." her hand waves around your face in a circular motion, "do that."

"yeah, 'm not stupid,"

"i know, i know, my point was just that you need to be wary of your circumstances, _____." her words are darker and she gives you a motherly expression, almost as if she was scolding you. her finger pointing towards your figure didn't help to dull that feeling. "you need to be the one to talk to historia and you need to set your boundaries with eren. be mindful of the predicament you're in, it's hard to teach an old dog new tricks."

"and don't be upset if the old dog can't learn them." yelena doesn't fail to add on, before spinning her chair back towards the desk in front of her, seemingly uninterested in the conversation already, the jaded look that she gives you telling you enough.

you don't respond but pieck knows the gears are turning in your head by the way your eyes cloud over and the way you stare a little too long at the photo of her and porco pinned up against her side of the dorm.. if she asked you to tell her the color shirt she was wearing in it while closing your eyes, she was sure you'd be able to give her that and more.

but she lets you ponder and she knows it's a good chance you won't heed her advice. 

you were independent for the most part and you seemed to have things under control when they needed to be— that included having eren under control. so why would you need someone like pieck to tell you to take your brain out of autopilot for a few seconds and be wary of eren?

as far as you knew, from the ache of his words that night in the laundry room, the way he held onto you as if you could slip out of his grip any second; he wanted you and he wanted you bad. it wouldn't be your feelings hurt if he tripped over his own feet— it'd be his loss and he should know you wouldn't be one to try and pick him back up again.

that wasn't the kind of person you were, it never was— it was eren who'd have to change, not you, no matter how small the transition. 

but you knew you wouldn't have to worry about that anyways, it was your subconscious plaguing you.

“my mom would kill me if i played you anyways.”

those were his words that night and they'd linger in the back of your mind. they were a constant reminder to you that what was happening wasn't imaginative, and you'd reckon he'd stick by them.

                                     彡彡彡

nothing feels better than toeing out of your shoes and slipping them under your bed for a later occasion. you had talked with pieck longer than expected, arriving back to your dorm a few hours before midnight, yet eren still wasn't back as you expected.

you slipped out of the attire you'd been walking around in all day and went to the bathrooms to take a shower. it was a quick one, the water temperature more on the warm side then you'd like, but it was nothing you could control.

you found yourself skimming the contents of eren's clothes when you headed over to the closet for pajamas to sleep in, plucking one of his shirts from the hangers. 

don't think too far ahead, it was just the feeling of the fabric clinging to your skin while being a few sizes too big. how it fell around your body and covered you just enough so you wouldn't have to wear sleep shorts that you always ended up kicking off in the middle of the night. 

it felt safe and you'd grown to like the feeling ever since eren slipped one of his shirts over your head when you were barely able to get up.

you crawl into your bed but you knew sleep wouldn't greet you for an hour or so. knowing eren wasn't in the bed across from you stirred your stomach, so you grabbed your phone that was still on its charger and opened youtube; it'd be a clever distraction for the time being.

you weren't sure how long you'd been scrolling through pointless videos, clicking one that’s thumbnail sparked your interest and watching it for as long as you could muster then swiping down to the recommended to repeat the process. 

however long it was, it made your eyes grow weak, weight pulling down your lids and particularly loud segments from each video making your eyes snap back open, the cycle continuing.

it's one noise that makes you jump out of the grasp of sleep— and it's not the sound from the video playing in front of you, it's the noise of the handle of the door jiggling. your eyes move over to watch the brass handle shake up and down with vigor, as if the person on the other side was trying to break in.

it's the curse of breath that calms your nerves, the small "shit," coming from the other side sounding all too familiar even with your body struggling to stay awake. 

a small smile tugs on your lips at eren's attempts to open the door, but you make no efforts to get up. you're more than overjoyed when you hear the sound of a keycard being used at the door, it finally swinging open a little harder than you expected, eren bending down to pick up the card he seemingly dropped. 

he stumbles when he stands, grabbing the door. you're not sure if it was to close it or steady himself, but his gaze is trained on you the whole time when he shuts it, back pressed against the wood when it is completely closed, his frame only standing there for a few seconds before he giggles.

"______."

his words are slurred and he bumps into the end of his bed when he begins making his way over to you. the goofy way your name leaves his lips still makes your heart skip a beat and your hand slides your phone over, arms open for him. "eren."

although you've seen his face more times than you can count, it’s still refreshing to see it for a split second in the dim moonlight that shines on the side of his face as he passes the window. his hair is more tousled than you remember and his eyes are half lidded— but in a way that makes it seem like he was trying to make them as wide as possible. you can't help but shake your head as he crawls into your bed slowly, lifting the covers for him so he can slide in. 

"______... you're awake." he hums when you drape the covers over both his and your body. he makes himself a home between your legs, head falling to your chest and his arms to his sides as hands scrunch into fists.

"i'm awake." he's hot to the touch and he makes you warmer than you were before, makes you stare at him in awe and caress his hair again, taming the stray locks on the top of his head.

"_______," you can smell the alcohol on his breath as well as a floral scent and the smell of sweat that littered his body. it's not off putting enough for you to want to tell him to "get up," and to "go sleep in your own bed." but you'd make a mental note to remind him to shower in the morning— not that he wouldn't take one without your reminder.

"yes, eren?"

eren scoots up more until his head is leveled with yours. his weight is heavy but soothing and you press yourself against him more, able to feel every rise and fall of his chest, every beat of his heart, and every exhale of his breath onto your cheek. "i love you."

you've heard it before more times than you could count. you were his childhood friend, it was so natural but you knew it meant more this time. yet, you couldn't scratch the fact that he was drunk and his words could be empty. you could wake up tomorrow and be the only one who would remember what he said. "yeah i know, eren."

he whimpers and his lips press to your cheek, it's elongated and hard, but when he's done he doesn't move them, letting his mouth rest against your skin.

when you don't reciprocate his fingers come up to turn your head towards him and he’s pressed his lips against yours this time. it's slow and sensual and you melt into the meager kiss. the taste of beer that lingers on eren's tongue is not enough for you to pull away, and the way eren kisses you sloppily and lazily isn't a bother either. 

he groans and the vibrations can be felt where your body was up against his. his lips are slightly dry and it compliments the soft feel of yours that he can't seem to get enough of, his lips trapping your bottom one and him pulling back before doing the same with the top. 

eren's thumb rubs against the skin of your tragus, every back and forth motion making the skin under it tingle. he uses the grip he has on your face to pull you in further and let his teeth graze your lower lip. you're so caught up in the moment, but the buzz of his phone in the pocket of his sweats that sagged against your thigh makes you jolt and pull away for a second.

he tries to bring your lips together again but you remember that he's drunk and both of you need sleep, especially eren if anything. "eren," you breathe, and he murmurs a "hm?" against the skin of your jaw that he was kissing, trailing back up to peck kisses to the corners of your lips.

"let's go to sleep."

"but i love you," he's whiney, a hand sliding down to bring you impossibly closer, pulling you by the small of your back. you sigh, your palms pushing off his chest to put some distance between the two of you that even you didn't want there. but the brunette was too handsy and you were only following your brain, not your heart.  

your hand slips into the pocket of his sweats and you grab his phone, body flipping over to unplug yours and plug his in. 

it vibrates once to signify that it was being charged, then twice to signify another incoming text message and the phone screen lights up, your eyes skimming the screen without thinking.

under every contact name was the words imessage, all his notifications including messages hidden from the lock screen. 

you read the name armin, the text from the boy being the one that lit up eren's phone screen in your face, sasha, a text from her more than several hours ago, and an unsaved number that started with 760, the number having texted a couple minutes ago. you assumed it must've been the one that buzzed when eren was against you.

his phone screen goes dark and you place it down onto the bed, your phone beside it before pulling the covers more over you and not turning around towards eren. you were afraid he'd pester you again. you could feel his abdomen up against your back, arm slung over your midsection that he must've threw while you were plugging in his phone. 

you can hear him snoring against your back and you could laugh at how fast he fell asleep, silently wishing that had been you hours ago. you scoot back against him more and close your eyes, the darkness replacing the pretty moonlight that the crooked blinds of your window let in.

"i love you too."

[katsukikitten]

Time spent with Todoroki.

Warnings: This is a Pro Hero aged up AU, think late twenties. Adult themes such as sex are to follow. Please enjoy

Shoto was by far your favorite sugar daddy. He showered you in lavish gifts and gave you the pipe often. He checked your bank account and made sure it never fell below a certain amount and paraded you around town like the Princess you were. But most importantly he was stoic. Doing nothing more than wiping you up with a warm rag once the two of you were finished, never clinging to you with desperate hands like many other sugar daddies had. Hoping their money would make you giddy and buy your love. Maybe it would have, had you not already run out of love for people. Your heart broken one too many times by a long term relationship causing you to vow that money was your only love. 

People were just too disappointing. 

Your contracts with Shoto were medium in length, anywhere between three to five months mostly because he likes to keep his "options open." Which filled you with pure lust for him, knowing you could get away with your kinks without worrying over some man falling for you. 

Still, it was difficult for the Pro hero not to fall for you, at first he had no interest in love. Having sworn it off mostly for fear of failure thanks to his dysfunctional family. It was the main reason he started looking into sugar baby websites, he saw your profile picture and your bolded No strings attached. He liked the idea of that, loved it really and yet, he became tangled in you after the renewal of your second contract. He tried to suppress the warm feeling in his chest, he found it difficult more times than not. 

Especially now, with you on your knees with his guicci jacket spread out on the tile of the bathroom floor as your lipstick clad lips wrap around his cock. Your cheeks hollowed and your eyes looking up at him with enchanting lust. He fists your hair shoving you further on his cock. Your eyes water as you gag softly and Todoroki is just thankful your makeup is waterproof. 

The sight and the sounds make him groan while your manicured nails dig into his bare thigh. You rub your thighs for friction, moaning around his cock, it's enough to send Shoto over the edge. Hot ropes of cum hit the back of your throat as his grip on your styled hair tightens. 

"Fuck Princess…." He moans bucking into your mouth, sharp eyes look down at you. Seeing a powerful man come undone for you is enough to keep you content for now. 

"Sir will take care of you after the gala okay?" His cheeks are still a little red as he runs his hand over your hair. Lifting you off the floor before fixing himself. He gives you a light spin, making sure nothing scuffed your gorgeous designer dress before he exits the stall. Pushing back his long hair while you retouch your lipstick with a knowing smirk. 

The two of you waltz back to the party, sans his jacket, abandoning the designer garment without a second thought. The price of it was barely a drop in his bucket. It could have been half of his bucket for all he cared, his mind always swimming with thoughts of you.  He places his hand on the small of your back as he guides you back to the table, dinner half forgotten once your hand wandered towards his crotch for a tease. 

"F...find the bar okay?' Izuku asks as you take your seat, your sly hand going for your wine. Uraraka blushes when you give her a wink. 

"Just fine." Shoto says sipping his whisky. 

"So who's won awards so far?" You ask with gleaming eyes, Izuku smiles. 

"Kaachan for most villains caught. Kirishima for the safest feeling hero, myself for rescue ratio." He holds up his small little trophy, "And you, Shouto, for most mysterious." 

"What about the rankings? Did we miss that?" 

"No they are about to announce it!" Uraraka exclaims, eyes glittering with excitement and wine. Her chestnut eyes slide over to her emerald eye date, hoping for the best for him. 

The announcer steps to the stage, his sapphire blue suit catching everyone's eye as he takes the center. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, it has been a night filled with congratulations and cheer but now is the moment you've been waiting for, tonight we will reveal the top three heroes. Voted in by a strenuous board appointed by the fans, we finally present the BIG THREE!" 

Some tables erupt in cheers while the host takes his dramatic pause, when the sound dies down the host brandishes the golden envelope. 

As he announces your hand wanders again, playing with your favorite toy, Shouto's face gives way nothing as the host drags out the awards. Explaining how long the winner's speeches should be. Soon Shouto cannot ignore your hands creeping on his clothed cock that throbs beneath your fingers. He knows he can't wait through what's bound to be a half an hour. He rises excusing himself dragging you with him before you're being cornered against a wall in some random closet. 

"So impatient, princess." He bites out, kissing your throat, sliding down to your exposed collar bone while his hand ventures between your thighs. Calloused pads circling your puffy clit as you let out a loud moan that's swallowed by the cheering of the gala room. Impatient himself he undoes his pants, stroking himself with his free hand while you cum on his fingers. 

After the coil in your stomach snaps for a third time he's satisfied, kissing you as he aligns the tip of his dick to your quivering entrance.

"Fuck, Shouto. Fuck me please, sir!" You beg, making his head spin, alcohol mingling in the small dark space. 

"Be patient kitten. Sir will fuck you right baby." He grunts, sheathing himself into your soaking core.  You cry out, clawing at his back through his shirt. The smell of biting cold hair mingling with the hearty smoke of a bonfire engulfs you as you press your face into his chest. He lifts both of your legs, strong hands grabbing onto thick thighs as he fucks into you with a deadly pace. Slapping skin and lewd wet sounds echo back to the two of you, encouraging his pistoning hips. 

"Listen to those sounds Princess, your pussy sounds so pretty." He bites at your ear as you endlessly moan and whimper into his chest. Cunt clenching as he drives over your spongy spot, the head of his cock going deeper with each thrust. Soon it all becomes too much, your vision spots panting as you cry out in ecstasy, body ridged and arching to meet him. 

"Cumming on my cock already?" He coos, fucking you through your next orgasim as your legs shake around him. Toes pointed in your red bottoms as you attempt to hold onto him for dear life. 

"S..sir! You cry out, "I'm gonna...nnngghhh." 

He ruts into you, pressing you further into the wall as he frees up one hand to play with your throbbing clit. Rubbing harsh circles as he loses focus on his precise thrusts that turn sloppy. His eyes too focused on you as you cum, milking his cock. Your eyes flutter, desperately attempting to hold eye contact as one hand palms your breast and the other scratches at the skin at the nape of his neck. Your tongue lulls out just a bit as your mouth makes a sinful O shape, a few tears of over stimulation fall down your cheeks as he continues to fuck into your wet cunt. The sight makes him explode into you, warm spurts of cum causing you to whimper and clench in delight as he ruts until he is done.  He sets his sweaty forehead against yours, panting as words claw up his throat. 

"I love..." He whispers, catching himself just in time, "Your tight cunt." 

He kisses you, hoping you don't think anything more of it. 

After a few minutes, and Shouto's cock softens, he withdraws. Wiping you up with a wipe from your purse as the two of you check the other for fluids. A drunken cat smile plastered on your lips as you reapply your lipstick, wiping away the stains on his dark grey shirt and collar. 

The two of you step into the hall just in time as the doors start to open. Quickly and calmly you grab for your pack of cigarettes, your normal alabi, placing the stick in your mouth. Shouto, much like a gentleman, lights it as you inhale to keep the tip a burning ember. Gently blowing the smoke over his clothes, careful to avoid his face as you waft the burning stick around yourself as if it were an incense. Knowing good and well the smell of smoke always hides the salty smell of sex. Quickly you extinguish it on an ice cube that Todoroki provides, you toss the cube in the closet and the half of a smoke into your burkin slamming it shut just as a small group of sidekicks approach. 

"Shouto! Wow! I can't believe it was a three way tie this year! Congrats to you, Deku and Dynamight!" They drunkenly cheer, "It's crazy how that happened." 

"You're so secretive, your manager accepted the award on your behalf even though you were here tonight!"

A stream of people dot on your date as you cling to his muscular arm while you harbor a secret of your own. Cum dribbles between your thighs as you think of his sweaty head against yours. It feels good to be a Pro hero sugar baby. 

"You staying the night again?" Shouto asks as he presses a cold water bottle to your palm, your body covered in a sheen of post sex sweat from a week's worth of fun. You give him a small smile as you sit up, tits bouncing as you readjust entirely. You can feel his icy hot gaze as it rakes over your body, feeling the goose flesh prick along your skin as it does with the threat of an oncoming summer storm. 

"I wanna discuss the renewal of our contract. Plus we have a final date per the expiring one." He says as he rises, heading towards the luxurious ensuite to start a shower for you both. 

"Hmmm guess I could. How much longer do we have left?" You never really paid attention to this things, always being satisfied with whatever Shouto gave you. 

"Two weeks." He returns back from the bathroom, grabbing his wallet from his bedside table. Pulling out his onyx black card, he places it in your hand. His eyes holding yours, you give a devilish grin. 

"Sir has a lot of paperwork for the agency to do today. Buy a dress I want to fuck you in and anything else you want to match okay baby girl?" He leans down to give your forehead a kiss while you giggle. Unable to hide the giddy that bubbles beneath your skin, you wrap your arms around him. 

"Thank you sir!" You exclaim, pepper his cheeks with kisses as you pull back, "Do I get to pick the date again?"

"Mmhmm." He encourages, running his hand up your bare bare as you squeal with delight.  You rush to the bathroom before he slowly follows behind. While under the hot stream the two of you make out for far too long, tongues fighting as the two of you exchange laughs before you add a playful statement that stays with the two toned hair man as he sits in his boring home office. 

"I'm going to get a dress so classy and sinful you'll fuck me on the spot!" 

His eyes wander to the photo on his desk, the one of your first date. The one you insisted the two of you take after a month of late booty calls since he paid for the "girlfriend" package. The two of you are bundled in warm coats, you cling to his firey side as you laugh and he just barely smirks. 

Looking back he thinks this is when he started to fall for you. You had never been ice skating before and insisted on going while the two of you were in NYC for important PR interviews for the cold and mysterious hero. Because that's what people did in the movies while in NYC, put on their skates at the Rockefeller rink to glide along the ice beneath the sparkling lights of the giant Christmas tree. It was busy, he opted for no skates, as he did better without but he helped you lace yours. Being ginger for the first time in his life as he helped you onto the ice, after demanding a moment of independence you had fallen straight onto your ass. Giving Shouto second hand embarrassment but instead of yelling, crying out or giving up, you laughed. Genuinely laughed as you reached for his steady hand, captivating the whole rink for a moment. It felt like magic had washed over the ice, as snow slowly danced into your hair and the colorful lights danced across your eyes. Just like that the spell was broken with a flash of light. A stranger approached to give you a small tip on how to skate and the polaroid he had taken. You thanked them with a smile placing the photo into your coat pocket leaning into Shoto to share a secret. 

"Now we have our first 'date' immortalized!"  You had giggled, gliding across the ice as if you were ethereal, hands outstretched for Shoto to join you. 

He wonders how you're doing at the shops. He occasionally gets a text or two from you. Sexy pictures of you in the changing room as you obviously buy lingerie as well. 

He fists his cock enough times he gets no work done and by the time he convinces himself enough is enough you come home. 

Wearing that damned devilish smirk. 

And so another week passes in the four walls of his bedroom. Your bank account as stuffed as your pussy as you bounce on his heating and cooling cock. 

"Fuck, baby fuck." Is all Todoroki can say as you chase your own high. His blunt nails clawing at your thighs as your tits bounce. Your mouth opens into that gorgeous O as you seek out that delicious friction on your clit. The coil in your stomach snaps as your humping becomes erratic and sloppy but still enough for your tight cunt to spasm wonderfully over Todoroki. So nice is the sight, sound and smell of you that Todoroki pumps his hips up into you twice before he paints your velvety walls, his eyes focused on you. 

"Fuck." He presses his sweaty head into the silk of his pillow case. Two toned hair clinging to his forehead. You lean over and kiss his cheek. 

"Thanks for the ride Pro hero." You wink before you dismount. Stretching towards the sky once your feet hit the warmed hardwoods, you begin to make your way towards the bathroom. Phone in hand. 

"I wanted to talk about extending your contract." Todoroki says, staring after you, "At dinner tonight." 

"It expired tonight right?" You say, looking over your shoulder while your phone lights up with an alert, "No need for dinner." 

"What do you mean?" He calls to you as you start the shower. 

"I mean, I think we should let the contract expire. Keep things fresh you know? Keep our options open?" 

He jumps to his feet and begs the urgency to die in his step. Calmly with somber steps making his way to the ensuite. He finds you already in the shower, water washes away the smell of sweat. The smell of him as your phone glares up at him. He taps the screen and your recent notifications wave at him as he stares down. 

Reading one of them in horror. 

Todoroki isn't sure why he feels this way as he looks at your phone on his vanity. As if the world fell from beneath his feet. His throat burns as he stares at the illuminated glass, spiraling as steam clouds his vision that begins to blur. He knew what he signed up for, he wanted this. 

This detached, heart hidden exchange in hopes of choking down the loneliness 

But he never expected that when this ended it would feel as if his heart had been ripped out, stepped on and crushed beneath the heel of one of your red bottomed shoes. 

"Come on aren't you joining me for our last shower iced cutie?" 

"Uh yes I'm coming." He steps into the shower as the push alert on your phone burns into his brain. 

"Kirishima Eijirou has put in an offer." 

[passable-talent]

Request for a Zuko blowjob.... Our fire prince receiving? However you wanna do it 💜😝 I'm just thirsty af

y’all are gonna get me horny. all characters are of age.

happy 1000 follower special, sorry it took a while, hope it was worth it.

Fire Lord Zuko needed a break- you could tell.

It was one of the things that he liked about you, that you could just sense it, when there was too much energy or stress in his muscles. It was like an innate superpower of yours, or maybe you just spent a little too much time paying attention to him and so you learned his body language.

You were a servant at the palace, high in the ranks through sheer hard work. You had been born with no status in your blood, and so you kept your head down and proved your worth, your talent, your skill. You’d been brought to the palace of the Fire Lord when you were ten to study under some of the more important servants there, those entrusted to keep state secrets while passing them between generals and sometimes even the Fire Lord himself.

You’d crushed on Prince Zuko from afar. You’d witnessed his banishment. You waited for him to return, knowing, hoping, that he’d be the one of royal blood to fix the monstrosities hiding behind these walls.

And when he came back, eight years after you’d first come to the palace, he was pretty much everything you’d hoped he would become.

The thing about being a high ranking servant is that you can sometimes subvert the delegated work patterns. For instance, on days like this, you often used the evenings that you weren’t required to work to snatch the Fire Lord’s dinner from the servant who was supposed to bring it to him, and took it to him yourself.

Genius, isn’t it?

“My Lord,” you said, head bowed respectfully at the doorway of the Fire Lord’s study. He often spent his evenings here, catching up on the schooling he’d missed, spending three years at sea. Even now he looked stressed, his shoulders tight as he leaned over the dark wooden desk. He looked up to see you, and the slightest bit of relaxation let his arms lower, but there was still work to do.

“Come in, Y/N.” You stepped into the room, placing his dinner before him on an empty portion of the desk. Every staff member who worked with him personally, he knew by name, but his knowledge of you went a bit deeper.

You turned, putting your back to the Fire Lord just briefly to slowly close the door. It made a soft noise, soft enough that it wouldn’t draw attention, nor did it shatter the atmosphere of the room.

“You have a lot on your mind, Fire Lord Zuko,” you said, leaning back against the door with a bit of a smile on your face as you looked at him. He ate lightly, delivering the chicken filled dumplings to his lips even as he continued reading the parchment strewn about in front of him. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to his mouth- he had nearly colorless lips, which would make one think that his lips were thin. But you knew better.

You stood against the door, patiently, as he finished his meal, though his focus was on his paperwork until the very last morsel. Once he had, you pushed off from the wall with your shoulder blade and approached his desk.

You could be much bolder, now that this was an established pattern. You knew your forwardness was accepted, even appreciated.

When you reached the desk, you let your hips press against it, leaning over. Your left hand boxed in the dishes his meal had left behind, and with a tilt of your head you pressed a finger to his papers, though not the one he was currently scribbling on. You moved it around, slowly, catching his attention, bringing his gaze up to your sly smile.

“I really don’t have the time,” he said, and his voice was quiet enough that you could tell he regretted turning you away.

“I was merely collecting your dishes,” you answered cheekily, lifting up the tray you had set down and walking back to the door. When it was halfway open, he called out.

“Wait,” he said, and paused to lower his volume. “You’re going?”

“I thought you said you didn’t have any time?” You asked, coyly, and reveled for a moment’s pause in the red that rose on his cheeks. “Don’t worry, your majesty, I’m coming right back. After all, I’ve heard that something very important needs to be discussed with you.”

He recognized the meaning of the words. It was your own personal code, a phrase that you often used when trying to hide your true intention.

You knew better than to sprint. It would draw attention, and leave you out of breath. But you wanted so desperately to hurry, to return, and so you took every shortcut you could manage, tightly rounded every corner.

When you returned, you found him once again engrossed in his papers, but with your arrival he brightened and his focus shifted to you. He stood, grace aiding his movements, but you recognized the rush that normally accompanied this kind of meeting. You closed the door, and practically dove around his desk to slot your lips with his.

You wanted to pull and tug at his hair, but you knew better. So you let your fingertips play in those strands that hung loose from his topknot and let the rest of your hands frame his face, holding his jawline. His hands, too, started at your face, but as the insistence of the kiss built he let them wander down, to where he tucked them into the curve of your lower back, pulling you closer to him. With a quick smirk you pressed into his mouth, you used the opportunity to roll your hips into his.

He didn’t quite... moan. But he broke his mouth from yours and looked down, pressing his forehead against yours briefly while seeming to catch his breath.

You smirked.

“Yeah, you need this,” you said, voice low but all the same confident as you shoved his shoulders back, moving him out of your space. You took stock of his robes, recognizing the royal outfit and how to properly dismantle it. Though you were nearly an expert in fire nation royal clothing by now, it didn’t stop you from only taking it all halfway off.

Why do the whole job when half is enough?

His hipbones were close to the surface of his skin, though his muscular physique would prevent from calling them ‘defined’. Nonetheless, you took hold of them and spun him, pressing him back against his desk. This gave him something to lean against- which he needed, as you sunk to your knees.

It was a slow, purposeful movement, your descent to the floor, your eyes not breaking his for an instant the whole way down. One hand held onto the desk to keep your movement smooth but the other left it’s trail from his hipbone, down over his thigh, even as it intersected with drooping fabric.

His eyes were almost wide as he watched you, but his heartbeat was steady- he trusted you. He knew you well, and you him.

“Okay?” You breathed, a straightening of your back bringing you closer to where he wanted you, where you wanted to be.

“Yes,” he breathed, and finally you broke your attention from his eyes and focused it wholly on his dick. He was half hard already, something you would work with. You had a tendency to tease, to string him out, make him wait. There was almost a philosophy behind it- the more worked up he got, the more stress the subsequent relief would wash away. And so you never went right into the main event, instead choosing to spend plenty of time in the preliminaries.

First, you decided to break the perfect, pale skin. You dug your fingernails into his hipbones and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of his v-line, the flesh there soft and hydrated, but just underneath was firm as iron. His fingers curled around the edge of the desk, keeping his hands out of your way and anchored, as though keeping him grounded in the moment here and now. You sucked, insistent, for a few seconds, leaving the beginnings of a mark before moving on. Really what you wanted to pay attention to was a little higher, at the base of his abs, and you caught just a bit of skin between your front teeth and tugged forward, letting it release on its own with a quick exhale from Zuko, and you could hear in the raspiness from deep in his chest that he was getting quite worked up. Satisfied with the small teeth marks you’d left, you moved on.

A snaking hand of yours slid up his thigh and back to his hip bone, the skin so smooth and soft, and you watched as his member jumped in reaction to a hand coming so close. You smirked, and a brief glance up to his face confirmed what you already suspected- his eyes were closed, emotions such as pleasure, temptation, frustration, and resistance flitting through the expressions he made. It made heat pool between your hips- but this wasn’t about you.

You decided to give him some relief, and one hand wrapped around his member slowly, fingers curling one by one, the delicacy of such a movement ubsurd for the situation. He let out the air in his lungs in the form of a moan, breathy and subtle, but music to your ears all the same. You began sliding, back and forth, grip strong but not tight, leaving him in the perfect limbo between pleasure and frustration. His abs stretched further as he leaned back, hands leaving the edge of the desk to brace his shoulders with his palms flat on the surface of the wood.

You felt little twitches in his hips, like he wanted to pick up the pace, and with a devious smile you loosened your grip.

Immediately his gaze connected with yours.

“What?” He asked, and you smiled.

“Taking a small break, you don’t mind?” The teasing lightness of your voice made him all the more frustrated, because he knew you weren’t being serious, as he was rock hard against his own abs.

“A break? Y/N, please.” And though that was the word you wanted to hear, the statement-like delivery of it made you want more, and you stood up, your closer hip pressing against the desk and leaning over him, taking his member back into your hand with slow, languid strokes.

“My lord,” you said, voice low, seductive, smooth, “you’re at my mercy, tonight, aren’t you?” His gaze searched yours, golden eyes looking up at you with an expression as though he were trying to read your mind behind your eyes. Finally, he broke eye contact, and looked down at your mouth.

“Yes,” he whispered, and it brought a smile to your lips.

“Then you need only ask,” you said, picking up speed with your strokes to bring panting into his breathing and moans into his words.

“Please,” he moaned out, and you sunk back to your knees again, your hand stilling at his base while you looked up at him, and smiled.

“Yes, my lord,” you said, and slipped your mouth over his member. You didn’t take it all the way, not at first, merely brought it to your tongue and began wetting it with saliva, giving the head a bit of suction from where it sat just behind your lips. His moan, at that moment, was louder than any other from the night, and if it wouldn’t have ruined your technique, you would’ve smiled.

With every bob of your head you took in more of his member, readjusting the position of your tongue. At first it became a barrier in the back of your mouth, but you fought your impulse and slid it along his undervein, making his back arch even further. His thighs flexed and tightened under your fingers, telling you along with his nearly constant thread of moans how much he was enjoying your treatment. You twisted your neck upon the final pull up and the opposite way on the sink back down, increasing the friction that he experienced. You still didn’t quite reach his base- he was just a bit too big for that.

“Y/N,” he breathed out, and a smile tried to pull at your lips, even though you were otherwise occupied. His moans were almost constant, broken through by your name. Finally his hand left the desk and buried into your hair, gripping tightly but not painfully. He began tugging, but instead of pulling you closer, as you would’ve expected, he was pushing you away.

“Y/N, I’m gonna-“ You realized the point of his motions and fought them, the stinging of your scalp nearly pleasurable as you battled to stay close to him, sinking your lips over as much of him as you could access.

“Y/N-“ he began, attempting to warn you again, but you once again pressed close and recieved it as he came, in the back of your mouth. You took it, as usual, and swallowed before it could hit your tongue. Slowly you pulled off and waited until he cooled down before standing. He had let his head droop back, hanging limply off his shoulders, chest rising and falling with labored, intense breaths. He didn’t re-emerge into reality for a good many more seconds, and when he did, his shoulders were noticeably looser than they had been in the afternoon.

“Sleep well, your majesty,” you said, and it was more an order than a well wish. You pressed a kiss to his temple as he panted, and you left him alone to deal with cleaning up the mess.

-🦌 Roe

[mightyavngrs]

dance with me | michael gray x reader

summary: in which tommy and grace's wedding changes everything

masterlist

You sat at your dressing table, eyes focused on your mirror as you did your makeup for Tommy and Grace's wedding. Ah, the wedding. You'd been looking for an excuse to party and relax alongside your friends for long now and events like these just made you so content, like everything in the world was right for just one day. But you weren't the only one gleaming with excitement. On the corner of your room, on your reading armchair, sat Michael Gray, your best friend, a grin adorning his face as he listened to your sweet voice humming a melody. He had gotten dressed up long ago, refusing to miss the moments of excitement leading up to a big event that always got you so happy. God, he'd do anything to keep you this happy forever, to make sure that beautiful smile would never leave your face.

A cough snapped him out of his thoughts as you turned around to lock your eyes on his.

"Alright, makeup's all done! Can you get Polly for me please? I'm gonna need help zipping this up." you said, a sparkle of excitement in your eyes as you held up the beautiful red dress Michael had offered you on your birthday.

"Polly? Why can't i help you?" the boy asked with a pout earning a giggle from you.

"I want to surprise you!" you explained with a smile as he got up from the armchair, walking towards you.

"Alright then." he replied with a smirk and he didn't know where the rush of confidence had come from when he placed a kiss to your cheek before finally living the room.

Your cheeks turned to a soft shade of pink when you shouted "And no peaking, peaky boy!" getting a laugh from the hallway as a response.

After only a few minutes you were finally all ready. In one last movement you smoothed down your dress before opening the bedroom door, your eyes immediately meeting Michael's.

"So?" you asked quietly, the smallest hint of uncertainty in your voice throwing Michael off. He took a few steps forward, taking both your hands in his. "You look beautiful y/n."

Grace looked mesmerizing in her purple dress and although you'd loved the ceremony, both you and Michael were excited to finally be at Tommy's house, where you were actually able to enjoy yourselves.

You tried not to let the butterflies in your belly get to you as your best friend offered you his arm (even though he'd done it a thousand times already just that night), effortlessly guiding you through the crowd and to your place on the table.

The meal went on better than you'd expected it to, with only a few hiccups along the way and soon enough everyone was up and chattering filled the house as everyone waited for the first dance.

Michael stood in a corner, his eyes trained on you as you moved across the hall, your happy personality brightening up the room while you made small conversation with anyone you crossed paths with. He wondered how he'd gotten so lucky as to have such a wonderful person in his life, it was almost as though the universe had put an angel on earth just for him.

On the other side of the room you had finally gotten the time to catch up with Esme when a voice interrupted. "Ladies and gentlemen, the bride and the groom will now dance alone." The loud chattering was replaced by a soft music and Tommy and Grace met in the center of the hall.

You watched with admiration as the couple swayed through the dance floor, but not being able to contain the heartache you felt. With a sad smile you let your eyes roam to where Michael was standing, the boy you loved had no idea of the way you felt and you didn't even have the courage to tell him.

Moments later the room was finally filled with couples. Everyone seemed so happy and in love and for a second you allowed yourself to hope one day you'd be sharing the same lovesick looks with your bestfriend. A tap on your shoulder snapped you from your daydream as you were met by none other than Michael Gray.

"Dance with me." he said, more of a plead than a request and without thinking your fingers immediately intertwined in his awaiting ones before he guided you to the dance floor.

He'd be lying if he said he'd never danced with you before but this felt different. Here with you in his arms, he couldn't help but think about the possibility of something more. He wondered if it would be worth it, possibly ruining your friendship over a love confession, but what if you felt the same way? Wouldn't everything be better then? Wouldn't life be easier? Happier?

The music changed to an even slower pace and you let your hand slip out of Michael's, wrapping your arms around his neck. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer to him if that was physically possible. Your foreheads were rested against each other, eyes closed and your breathing was in sync and he didn't know where he got the courage, because he was terrified of ruining everything but he couldn't take all the "what if's" any longer.

"Y/n?" he muttered softly earning a low "Mhm?" from you.

"I love you." he finally said and when you pulled away from him, eyes open in disbelief, he was afraid he wouldn't survive being rejected by you. That his heart would break in two never to be fixed again. "I've loved you for years and i was afraid you wouldn't feel the same but-" he managed to continue through shaky breaths but you interrupted him with the most gentle voice.

"I love you too, Michael." you said just above a whisper as a smile made its way to your face and he swore he'd never heard something so beautiful in his life. Without another thought he leaned in and your lips were finally on his and he couldn't believe he could ever live without them. The fear of rejection you'd felt for years melted away as his soft lips moved against your own and when you had to pull away for air you let your head rest on his shoulder. You continued to sway as the song came to a close but you both knew right there and then that you wouldn't be leaving each other's arms anytime soon. Everything in the world was right and maybe now that feeling could last longer than just one day.

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a/n: this wasn't my best work at all but i was just so excited to write for this baby i couldn't wait to post 🥺 hope you guys enjoyed, please don't forget to leave feedback if you'd like! thank you for reading <3

taglist: @aliciaxglasgow @pajerita19 @brummyshelby @queenoftheworldisdead @haildiggory @liviakomtrikru20

[sagemusesoutloud]

Anti-Romantic, Part 4

(credit to the original owner of the image)

Character | Jaehyun x reader

Genre | nonidol!au, Mutual Pining, Slowburn, Fluff, Angst

WordCount | 1.5 k

WARNING | Mentions of verbally abusing relationships! It's brief, but there. If you or anyone is going through something similar, please seek outside help!

Author'sNote | I'm not giving excuses as to why it took so long to update, but I'm trying my hardest to be consistent! Let me know if you like how the story is going so far!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 4.5

Sorry I’m an anti-romantic, I don’t believe in romantic

I am afraid that it will burn my whole heart, It will only leave behind ashes.

When you were younger, your family used to call you ‘spitfire.’ They said you were too fiery, argued too well, and too passionate. They had never meant it as an insult, in a way, it was a form of flattery. You grew up as the only female cousin in your family, but you were always leading your cousins on whatever diabolical plan it was that you had come up with: sneaking off to kitchen in the middle of the night to eat all the pastries meant for the morning after, convincing everyone that leaving your grandma’s territory and into the forest in the middle of the night to see if you can find the fairies, racing along the town’s border to see who was the fastest on their bike, and many other child-like plans. You were tough and you were proud, you never allowed yourself to lose.

Later on in life, that same nickname evolved to a less loving version. As you grew older and started to date, your partners always called you out for having strong opinions and for not bending at their will. They never saw you for what you wanted to be; which was an equal. If they said something against one of your friends, they expected you to throw away the friendship. All because they were the opposite sex and made your partner insecure. How could a girl and boy only be friends? Later on, when rumors would spread about your partner and other girls, they would get exasperated with you. If they’d get caught, they would only blame you for being too stiff.

“Why couldn’t you be more passive? If I want to kiss you, I’ll kiss you. You’re my girlfriend, why the fuck would I need permission? Is that what your ‘guy friends’ do? I bet you’ve let them all have a run at you, huh? Keep acting like a bitch, get treated like a bitch. And you wonder why I cheated? What a joke.”

You had to admit, you didn’t really date the greatest of guys. But you could say that now, because you knew now. Back then, you really thought you deserved those kinds of relationships. Like how they say, you only accept the love you think you deserve. However, in a way, it was why you were the way you were now. You always made it a point to communicate and avoid misunderstandings because you didn’t want your partners to throw your words back at you or your actions. It’s why you treaded carefully and avoided one-night stands. You’d rather get to know a person first and then start dating. It’s the exact reason the date you had with that other barista didn’t go through, majority of the guys you talked to thought you were too much work and therefore, not worth it.

Now that you’re an adult, you’d rather be too much work than let a guy walk all over you. Boundaries were important to you because how else were you supposed to gauge their respect for you? You had a tight grip on your morals and rules.

But damn, you’re only human!

The moment your lips crashed, it’s as if the only thing you could keep in mind was one word.

More.

You needed more of him, needed to breathe the same air as him, needed to feel every ridge of his hard body against your soft one, needed to cling to him as close as possible and for as long as possible.It’s as if his lips were the only reason you needed to dive into whatever this was. You were tired of keeping a strong hold on yourself. All that boiling anger turning into dangerous tension, and the only way to release it was to give into the passion between you two.

You settled your arms around his neck, taking that last step closer into him as he cradled your face and deepened the kiss. His other arm wound tightly around you, hand sliding dangerously close to your ass. You feel a deep groan against your chest, one of your hands wandering down his torso, enjoying the shiver you feel as you move lower. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, a question, so you reply by opening your mouth, tongues fighting for dominance. For every move you delivered, he retaliates just as ardently. You feel your head grow lightheaded as you bring your hands to hold on to his shirt, anything to stabilize you. His hand finally squeezing your ass, shifting you closer to his hips. Oh, lord.

You let out a moan as he bites your lower lip, his kisses descending as you fight to catch your breath. You involuntary let out a whimper as he finds your pulse point and sucks the skin, soothing it with light kisses. Leaving behind a trail of purple blotches, beautifully contrasted against your skin. You’d never been into marking, had it always felt this good?

“Jae…” you can’t think, you can’t even stand properly as he pushes you with his hips against the counter for support. You don’t even know what you wanted to say, do you want to ask for more? What do you want?

“God, I’ve wanted to do this for years.” You pause at that, your hands freezing on their tight grip on his shirt. You feel as if someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water at you, your rationality finally catching up with you.

He leans back to look at you, “if you’re going to stop me, do it now because if you don’t say anything I’ll keep going. And I don’t think I can stop on my own.” His hands drawing gentle, tantalizing circles along your hips where your shirt had ridden up.

You gasp at that; finally bring your eyes to his. He looked exactly how you felt, desperate. His lips were red and puffy from your kisses, his hair messy after running your hands through it. In the light of the kitchen, you could still see how his pupils were blown wide. You’re pretty sure you’re not in any better condition.

“Jae,” you whisper, brining your hands to his shoulders, either to support yourself or to brace yourself for what you were about to say, “if we do this, there’s no going back.”

He lets out a deep breath, “I know, and I’m ok with that.” He offers a gentle smile, “I want that.” His heart drops as he notices how you drop your gaze and bite your lips.

“if we do this, can you guarantee that it won’t ruin our friendship?” for some reason, you can’t bring yourself to speak higher than a whisper or to look at him. “can you promise that you won’t run away again?”

You wait for his response. When it doesn’t come you finally look up, only to find a frown forming on his brow. You don’t expect when he takes a step back, “is that all I am to you? All this is? Just a risk you’re not willing to take just because you don’t want to ruin the ‘friendship’?”

“I don’t know…Am I supposed to forget what you just said a few minutes ago?” He gives a humorless laugh as he paces around the small kitchen.

You’re frozen in place, spaced out at his words. It’s like as if you’re watching yourself from somewhere else. But you think about it, is that what it is?

Before you can respond or come to a conclusion, he stops at the entrance to the kitchen, back towards you. “Are you really not understanding what I’m saying or are you avoiding it?” his shoulders sag but he keeps going, “If loosing me is what you’re so worried about, then let me make it simple for you.”

Your body grows number by the second, what’s wrong with you? You’ve finally done it, burned away the last semblance of security and friendship. Just like a thoughtless spitfire.

“I can’t go back to this back and forth bullshit. I’m tired. I don’t think you even know what you want, so until you do, I think I need my space.”

He motions towards his front door, “I’m gonna go, if you’re still here by the time I come back, I’ll take it as a sign that you do want us…to happen. If you leave, I’ll pretend the last two days didn’t happen and we can go back to how we used to be. I’ll never cross the line again, and I’ll do everything to move on.”

You only notice you’re sobbing when you tears blur your vision. What have you done?

You don’t even hear him leave, only when the door slams after him.

I can clearly see the end, Worse than a hangover

It will be hard, Now, Just end it somewhere here

EndNote | Damn, I've never written a kiss scene before. Hopefully it wasn't too awkward. This is a lot of angst too, which I'm not a big fan of reading, but wow... who hurt me lmao. Promise the next chapter won't be as bad, or will it?

Previous: Part 3 | Next: Part 4.5

[anonthenullifier]

Hiii!!! I just finished reading your Snapshots fic on ao3 and they're all amazing!!! I love how you write the family dynamics between the kids and wanda/vision, they're all vv sweet and I'm here for it!! Do u think tommy and billy ever did a parent trap kind of switch for some reason?

Thank you so much! 😁 This was a fun ask and I hope you enjoy! 

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The sizzle of butter in the skillet provides a lively accompaniment to Wanda’s aggravation about the morning’s latest headline - one claiming that Tony Stark was personally responsible for the matchmaking that brought Vision and his lovely, currently scarlet eyed, wife together. It’s a claim not without some merit, if not for Tony’s involvement in Ultron’s creation and then in Vision’s own birth, he never would have been alive to fall so deeply in love with Wanda; however, as with most claims involving Tony it is also inherently hyperbolic. Had the billionaire actually been involved in Vision’s romantic pursuits, there is a very high probability that Wanda would have run the other direction.

“And you know what else it said?”

Vision scoops the pancake batter carefully into the buttered skillet as he responds, “What?”

“That he’s the reason Billy and Tommy want to be Avengers.” The only reason Wanda’s tea does not spill over the edge as she gesticulates out her anger is because she has wrapped it in a sheen of red. “Him!”

Grandiose sense of self worth is a rather glaring fault in the Stark family, a symptom Vision thankfully bypassed, no doubt due to the humble yet confident influence of Dr. Cho. “It is an unfair and misleading statement,” this diffuses her ire enough for her to take a sip of tea, “all that truly matters,” momentarily he turns from the stove to wrap his fingers around her upper arms and stare intently into her eyes, “is that we continue encouraging our sons to be their best selves, even if our work is never publicly acknowledged.”

Finally her face softens, the disdain etched into the lines of her forehead smoothing out with the roll of her eyes, “Fine.” Vision lays a peck to her forehead before turning back to rescue the almost burnt pancakes, “but wouldn’t it be nice if someone praised us for once?”

“It would.”

“Morning mom, dad.”

“Good morning Bil…” Vision’s mouth stops mid-greeting, brain a bit frenzied at the mixed signals he is receiving. The voice that just greeted him registers as Billy and yet the boy in front of him is sporting Tommy’s signature snowy hair and athletic clothing. “Um…”

“Tommy,” Wanda’s acknowledgement of their son should clarify everything, yet he can sense an odd amusement in the way she says the name, “why don’t you sit down, your father’s almost done with breakfast.”

To further add to the confusion of the moment, Tommy merely flashes them a grin (no snarky comment nor demands for it to cook faster) and then slides into Billy’s seat at the table.

Wanda’s hand comes to rest on Vision’s back, her voice low and a bit giddy, “This is going to be entertaining.”

“What is?”

“Just wait…” No further information is provided other than a wink.

Vision attempts to shove his curiosity and need to ask for more clarity down, instead channeling all of his energy into the pancakes and not burning them. Success at this repression endeavor is fleeting, the moment he turns to put the plate on the table, he cannot help but ask a question. “Where is your brother?” A glance up confirms it is three minutes past their usual breakfast time. Billy, like Vision, believes in punctuality and that being five minutes early is on time and being on time is late. For him to be late by normative standards is concerning. “It is unlike him to be late.”

Tommy chokes on his orange juice, eyes a tad wild as he twists around to look at the clock. “Um, I’ll go-“

“Good morning everyone!” Billy waltzes in with a cheery grin, his overall presence gregarious and brash, neither a word typically associated with him. His unusual mood  is highlighted all the more by  the uncharacteristically sloppy way his sweater is buttoned. “I’m famished.” A sentiment rarely shared by Billy.

Vision is torn between staring at his sons and seeking out Wanda’s reaction to whatever is happening in their kitchen. “Tommy,” his brother's name is overly enunciated, and the question, “Why are you in my seat?” asked with annoyance.

“Oh, sorry,” Tommy apologizes quickly, a first for sure, and then slides over to his normal chair.

This is, for want of a better word, weird.

Wanda, somehow, is making everyday small talk with their sons but Vision doesn’t process what is said, too focused on studying his children and the bevy of possibilities for why they seem so off. The initial fear is that they are Skrulls or some other shape shifting creature, a possibility they have sadly lived through before, not with the boys but on a mission with the Avengers. A vitals and physiology scan disconfirms this hypothesis (thankfully), the two bodies across the table are his sons. Despite this Tommy is eating at a snail’s pace, knife and fork working with precise movements to portion out perfect sized bites while Billy is going fast and loose with his fork, each bite different from the last. It also seems like Billy’s hair is a slightly different shade than usual, a tinge of cinnamon in his typically chestnut hair. Perhaps they have wandered into the multiverse yet again, though Wanda is his Wanda, he is certain of that and she seems to be more amused than concerned. Which means there must be a logical explanation.

Vision decides perhaps listening to the conversation at the table will better aid him. “Are you ready for the big math test today?” This is directed at Tommy, a pre-algebra exam Vision has spent several nights helping him study for.

Contrary to the numerous breakdowns that informed Vision that his son was going to fail so why bother trying, this morning Tommy seems...optimistic. “Yeah, dad’s prepared me well,” and overtly gracious.

“And Billy,” Wanda nudges Vision’s foot as she talks, always a sign he needs to get out of his head and pay attention, “today’s the mile run in gym, right?”

“Yep,” Billy answers while shoving a pancake into his mouth, continuing to talk while he chews, “gonna beat my record for sure.” This comment, and the smarmy confidence behind it, sets a new hypothesis into motion.  

Vision runs a second vitals scan, this time focusing on heart rate and brain waves. The results are surprising yet informative, but just to be sure, he recalibrates his sensors, scans again, and re-analyzes it, not wanting to make an erroneous conclusion if his sensors were off. The results match his last scan and the oddities suddenly make sense. Finally figured it out? He turns towards Wanda, her face set with impish victory typically reserved for when she bests him at training. A dip of his chin affirms her telepathic comment though his own mood is nowhere near as bubbly as hers because despite knowing the truth now, it does not actually alleviate any of his concern, in fact it breeds several other pathways of uncertainty. Follow my lead.  

The devious undertone of his wife’s comment transforms into an innocent smile as she addresses their sons. “Well boys,” both of their sons look up, “since it’s such a big day, we should celebrate later.” A shared look occurs between Billy and Tommy, one that Vision can’t quite label appropriately, a mix of excitement, bafflement, and victory.

‘Billy’ prods for more, his fork tapping the plate at roughly 200 clinks per minute. “Like what?”

Wanda is so natural at uncovering their lies that Vision can only sit back in awe at the way she effortlessly teases out the truth, “I need to meet with Strange later today, so Billy you can come along and we can ask if he’s finally willing to start training you to be a sorcerer.”

The current Tommy stares mouth agape at the offer, while the current Billy seems unimpressed, “Oh, um yeah, that’d be cool.”

“And Tommy,” Wanda reaches out to grab Vision’s hand, a gesture that is blissfully common but is right now no doubt meant to really drive home the offer, “Your father was going to do some speed trials this afternoon, maybe he can call the school so you can leave a period early and join him.” Vision was not going to do this but he withholds that knowledge so he doesn’t hinder his wife’s plan.

Tommy and Billy turn towards each other, no verbal words exchanged but Vision can easily recognize one of their telepathic conversations—bodies tense, their faces fluttering through a range of emotions, and eyebrows moving in emphasis of whatever comments they’re making. They break and ‘Tommy’ addresses the offer, “Billy has gym in 8th period.”

“Which is why he and I are going to meet with Stephen after school.” Wanda takes a deliberately long sip of her tea to let the information really settle in.

Their tactics switch to the other offer.“Isn’t uh truancy a pretty big deal, you know, if I,” ‘Billy’ catches himself, “Tommy were to leave early.

Vision decides he should aid in some way, voice matter of fact as he responds, “I do believe Tommy has a free period at that time. Plus,” thankfully this next part is not a lie or else Vision would feel guilty saying it, “I have to attend the PTA meeting tonight so we cannot wait until school is out if we would like to get a full session of training in.”

Another deep, very animated mental conversation occurs across the table, one that leads to an exaggerated roll of his wife’s eyes. “What if…”

Wanda cuts off the next suggestion, clearly done with the game, “Just accept that you’ve been caught.”

The two faces across from them are polar opposite, one shining with defiance and the other defeat. With a sigh, Tommy’s white hair darkens into chestnut, the real Billy slouching deep into his chair. His brother is not amused, “Are you really breaking that easily?”

Vision checks the time, noting their bus will arrive in less than 10 minutes. “Boys,” there are several things he wants to say, from questioning Tommy’s brown hair to why they thought they’d get away with it, but he decides those can wait, “perhaps instead of our planned celebrations tonight, we have a discussion on the harms of deception.”

Tommy, the real one, executes a perfect Maximoff eye roll, never one to appreciate the life lesson evenings that correspond with poor behavior. “It was just a joke.”

“I do not find it humorous.” And Vision does not, a deep despair blossoming in his chest at what his sons have attempted and what it means for how their sons view them, whether they think they are not loved enough nor noticed enough to be recognized by their own parents. “You intended to utilize this...joke for personal gain.”

Wanda cuts in, hand coming to rest on Vision’s thigh with a light, reassuring squeeze. “Why don’t you both change. The bus will be here soon. We’ll talk more tonight.” Muttered yes, mom s are lost in the scraping of their chairs against the wooden floor. “Tommy.”

“Yeah?”

“Did you dye your hair?”

“Yep,” Tommy runs his hand through his darkened locks, “the box called it chili chocolate.”

Wanda smirks, finding this far more endearing than Vision. “Just promise to use it responsibly.”

A not fully convincing salute goes along with Tommy’s, “Roger that,” and then he runs off in a blur.

“Wanda,” Vision waits until she looks at him, a bit unnerved that she does not seem to show any of the same concern for what just happened. “Are you not troubled at their flagrant disregard for honesty?”

Her eyebrows arch up, lips pursed the way they are whenever he has misassessed human nature and she needs to find a way to gently talk him through it. “It’s kind of a twin rite of passage.”

This is not forthcoming nor satisfying. “Did you and Pietro do this as well?”

“Once or twice.” His confusion must be evident, her lips curving up into a reminiscent mischief. “We weren’t good at it, especially once we were older. But you have to try.”

“Do you?”

A nod confirms the apparent necessity of such an experiment, though no further explanation is provided for Vision to comprehend why it is required. “You’ve never seen the Parent Trap, have you?”

“I have not.”

Scarlet energy entangles itself around the dishes at the table, floating them into the sink and away from their responsibility for now. “Come on,” Wanda stands and tugs on Vision’s hand, drawing him up out of his seat and then leading him into the living room. As she lightly pushes him to sit in the couch, a rush of feet, a banging door and a quick bye! marks the start of the school day, leaving them alone until this afternoon. “Want to watch a movie?”

“I suppose,” he wraps his arm around her shoulders after she sits next to him, pulling her closer and relishing the comfort of her head on his chest, “if it provides adequate research to understanding this cultural necessity of deceit, then yes.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

Vision considers the comment a touch longer than needed, just enough for her to look up at him in anticipation, “if it means a day spent with you,” he kisses her deeply, mirroring the soft curve of her lips as he pulls away,”then it is still a yes.”

“Good.” The tv turns on and his education begins.

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Sweetness

Pairing: Jeno × fem!reader

Genre: smut!!, established relationship, domestic??

Word count: ~2k

Summary: What better way to beat the summer heat than with a sweet treat?

⚠️ Warnings: pretty much another pwp, 00 liner smut, food play, ice play(?), fingering, rough and unprotected sex, oral (both male and female receiving), pet names (moreso relationship-wise though), look..very curious things happen with popsicles okay?, not yet proofread.

A/N: lmk if I missed any warnings or any typos and such! I haven't written in so long or thought up anything this filthy to the point that I even surprised myself with this one.. so much for easier the 00 line content onto this blog. Whoops! Anyway I hope you guys enjoy! xoxo (oh also im currently on mobile so i'll add the read later in a bit, i apologize in advance!!)

It all started out with Jeno being a tease on a hot, hot summer evening. Sure, it was terribly humid out, but the way he kept sucking at the colorful popsicle even when it began to melt down to his slender fingers had you feeling wet heat in a much more personal sense. He held eye contact with you as his lips pulled away from the frozen treat, sinful eyes making it a point to devour the way you intook just a little extra air when he licked at the sticky mess upon his palm.

"Care for a taste?" Jeno offered, his deep voice filled with mirth. That's all it really took for you quickly stride across the room to join him where he'd been sat at the sofa. He tossed the remainder of the popsicle atop its wrapper on the coffee table, instead pulling you into his lap as he pushed his tongue past your lips. You could still taste the cold sweetness on his tongue even as he sucked at yours, biting your bottom lip as his strong embrace loosens in favor of grabbing at your ass.

He thanks the heavens for your wardrobe selection today, your skirt making it so much easier to grind against your pretty little panties. If the wet spot forming on his pants was anything to go by, he'd guess you were just as needy as him if not moreso.

"On your back princess, I wanna try something." Jeno helps you take off your shirt as he lays you onto the leather, straddling over your hips before slowly making his way down to your breasts. He mumbles out praises for your body as his slowly warming mouth licks and sucks at your nipples. He separates from your body, drawing out a whine from your lips, when suddenly his now cold again mouth quickly works them to stiff peaks.

"You like that, baby?" You can only nod at his question, carelessly reaching for his hair, needing something to grab onto as he presses cold kisses across the expanse of your neck down your torso. "You're so sensitive for me, does a little cold make you this wet, hmm?" You blink up at your usually sweet boyfriend, only to find his gaze to be more hungry than playful.

"Answer me, baby? Or have I already fucked you stupid without even touching you?" The loud whine your body automatically let out as a response to his filthy words has you blushing frantically, only serving to further spur Jeno's near-sadistic behavior. "Aww, it's ok princess, there's no need to be embarrassed. You're gonna sound so pretty when you're cumming for me later, I just know it."

Before you know it, your skirt's flipped up to cover your abdomen, and it's near impossible to tear your gaze away from Jeno's fingers and how they seemingly glide across your wet lips. His tongue peeks out to lick at your clit before giving it a harsh suck, pulling back to bite at your thigh with a groan, and you just know he's left you with another blossoming mark. You always make it a point to complain about Jeno's marking habits, but he knew better; after all, he's caught you staring at them in the mirror before when you thought he wasn't home.

Frustrated that you had yet to be properly touched despite all your boyfriend's teasing, crinkling sound catches your attention, only to be met with the sight of Jeno sucking at that damned popsicle again. So much for hoping it was a condom so you'd finally be getting some. "Babe, pleeaaseee," you keen, wiggling your hips before biting at your swollen lower lip, trying to entice your boyfriend, "do something, anything."

"Anything?" But it's more of a statement than a question, as you soon find out. The remainder of your clothing is dragged off your body before the cool touch surprises you, but you're even more surprised to find Jeno fucking a brand new popsicle into your wetness. "Your pussy's gonna be so sticky and sweet for me, can't wait to watch you suck it off me," he all but groans at the mere thought of your heavenly lips sucking him off. The image of Jeno's colorful cum spilling out of you doesn't last long, as the freezing treat demands its presence be known, his tongue simultaneously going back to working at your clit.

Letting out a loud moan of his name, he looks up at you, squeezing you thigh with his free hand to draw your attention back to his face, intense eyes settling upon your teary ones. "Does it feel good, baby? Is it too cold?" You're touched that he's checking up on you, but it's really difficult to form words when his cold digits take over and fuck up into you with fervor.

"Don't stop, don't stop fuck Jeno please don't stop!" Just as you cry out for more, the man in question pulls away from you completely, leaving you high and dry just when it your orgasm was building up around his skilled fingers. Your eyes open to the sight of a shirtless Jeno with his pants and briefs pushed down just enough so that he can fuck up into his hand, giving himself just a hint of relief before moving on to the main event. Complaints die in your throat as you watch Jeno grasp both his leaking cock and the popsicle between his palms, rocking against the length of the sticky mess before once again pushing it into you a handful of times, ultimately discarding it off-handedly in the general direction of the coffee table it had been melting atop. "Think you're ready to take my cock now, princess? Wanna feel how well you take me," mumbling the latter against your lips, already having his tongue nearly down your throat as he aligns his tip, drawing out beautiful, desperate moans when he finally pushes in and sheathes himself inside your wetness to the hilt. You'd never even noticed when the rest of his clothes had gone missing, but you weren't complaining either.

"Fuck Jeno, how do you feel so hot yet so cold at the same time?" you shiver, simultaneously pulling closer and farther from his body, seeking the warmth from his chest while avoiding his freezing hands. He only chuckles at this, kissing further down your jaw before pausing to suck another mark, this time into your sensitive breast. Jeno's cold hands find purchase on your hips despite all your wriggling, bodies quickly warming up as the heat in the room rises on this passionate summer night. His hips work a strong rhythm into your own, pulling lewd melodies from the depths of your chest, raking your nails down his broad back in retaliation for making your things quake.

"Please tell me you're close, because I'm so turned on I can't guarantee I'll outlast you at this rate." The sheepish confession coming from a face that's anything but has you nearly combusting on the spot. His furrowed brows, parted, kiss-swollen lips and strangled groans all adding to your current heightened state of pleasure.

"Just a little more, Jeno I'm so so close. Feels so fucking good, just like tha-at," your eyes roll back as you're speaking and the cockiness that his features don immediately spell trouble. He's found your spot and he is whole heartedly planning to abuse this newfound knowledge. Both of your thighs are pushed up and pinned in place by your chest, his knees digging deeper into the leather; the glint in your boyfriend's dark eyes shining twice as bright in the now-evening glow, vision quickly blurring as his pace picks up considerably. His filthy praises besides your ear only helping your decent further into madness, bucking your hips into his as your nails dig into his shoulders for dear life.

"That's it, good girl, let go for me, come all over my dick, you can do it." As if by magic spell, your release floods your senses, a strangled cry of Jeno's name escaping your weak lips, babbling as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The colorful popsicle residue mixed with your own cum leaks out of you as Jeno pulls out of your warmth, and he stops for a moment to admire the art that would soon be once again ruined by raging hormones.

True to his filthy word, once you've recovered your still-horny lover is quick to lead your head between his legs, making sure you wouldn't forget the real sticky treat he'd made sure to save you a taste of. "Your mouth feels so good, so good, all for me, yeah?" he coos down at your form, blissed out as he enjoys the view.

It's his turn to be surprised however, when you pull off his cock to wink up at him, seductively murmuring for him to use you for his own release and fuck your throat. Not one that needs to be told twice, Jeno cups your cheeks as he holds you in place, slowly slipping into your mouth once again. He stops to make sure you're sure, asking if you're okay every time you whine or gag around him, not wanting to hurt you either.

Once you reassure him you're fine and start moving of your own accord, the loudest moan you've ever heard from Jeno to date spilling out, his head thrown back in sheer pleasure from the delicious sensation. You have all but a minute's worth of the upper hand before feline eyes are back on your own, silently asking for permission to begin moving his hips. Your silent response comes in the way your hands come up to his hips, ready to stop him if you needed to come up for air. A mere three thrusts in and Jeno is doubling over, sweet and filthy words coming out slurred as he's drunk off the feeling of your thigh throat around his length. "I'm so fucking close, oh my god," Jeno's ragged voice manages to rasp out, bucking wildly as you gag around his thick dick. "Gonna cum down your throat princess, yes or no?" He tugs at your hair to get your attention, briefly stilling his fidgeting hips. Your moan of an answer and the way you claw at his thighs to brace yourself being all the nonverbal cues he needs before he pulls out, sensitive tip all the way at your lips again, and you take in a deep breath just before he pushes back in so deep you feared you wouldn't be able to take it, the evidence of white, hot pleasure coating your throat in stripes.

Rather than the usual salty tang of Jeno's cum, the sweetness of the popsicle and taste of your own essence remaining the dominant taste on your tongue. You lick at your sticky lips as Jeno slowly pulls away from your mouth, hissing at how sensitive he is after such a powerful orgasm. He lays back before pulling you with him to lie over his chest, uncaring for the sweaty sheen adorning your bodies in favor of the peaceful embrace of your love. Many peppered kisses and high praises later, Jeno gently turns to press a lingering kiss atop your head, softly calling your name to beckon your gaze.

He breaks the silence by asking, "What do you say about trying whipped cream next time?"

"Sounds... sweet," you retort, much to Jeno's chagrin. At times like this he could easily see why his friends made fun of you two for your sense of humor. But for as much as he teased, he knew he would always be twice as in love with you as he ever claimed to be. And that.. was pretty sweet indeed.

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Gateway Drug | Part Fifty-Four

Word Count: 3.8k

Warning(s): explicit language, explicit sexual situations

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My breath hitches in my throat as Nikki's tongue runs up my sweat cloaked spine as he slowly thrusts in and out of me, after giving me a couple of minutes to adjust to him, the sensation causing my thighs shake and my toes to curl, my bottom lip being pulled in by my teeth.

My knuckles ball the sheets up as I bury my face into the covers to keep from waking Karen up as he pushes himself into me to the hilt, causing my eyes to roll back in my head as I'm pretty sure I'm now soaking our bed, arching my back as he holds at my hips and runs his hands softly over my skin before giving a harsh slap to my ass, causing me to tighten around him and he let's out a breathy groan.

His fingers move to reach between my legs to massage at my clit, only adding to the nearly paralyzing sensation.

I gather myself and get my face from the mattress, looking at him over my shoulder, grinning.

"I think you can go faster than that." I gasp out through pleasure, my expression taunting him a little bit, and he looks at me like I just made a mistake.

Soon enough I'm practically clawing at the sheets, my tongue bleeding from having to bite into it to keep from screaming out as Nikki delivers stroke after stroke into me.

I can't even say anything other than moan and nearly shriek when he purposely pushes himself into me as far as my body will let him, only sending tremors down my legs to my toes.

He pulls put of me briefly before roughly turning me over, grinning at me before pushing himself back in.

"Nikki--I--" I breathe out, my back arching, my chest heaving with deep, desperate breaths. "--I c-can't..." tears are forming in my eyes, and I'm about to tell him to just get off of me so we can shower and just have our usual sex instead because I actually feel like my body can't take much more stimulation.

But he's not having it.

Instead, like always, he's taking advantage of it.

"No, no, no, you're not getting out of it that easy." He tells me, slowing down some and I squeeze my eyes closed for a second, clawing at his hand holding at my thigh.

His fingers go back to my clit, and he looks me in the eye, that smug smirk on his face because he knows he's trying to fucking kill me.

Suddenly, two of his fingers push into my already soaked pussy that's swollen from receiving two rounds of rough attention from Nikki's prick already, as the thumb of his other hand rolls over my clit that's been overly sensitized from nearly thirty minutes if him going down on me, and he continues his tortuous thrusting into me, only picking up his pace again and his fingers and thumb are in sync with his cock completely.

"Nikki!" I don't care if Karen hears me, or if I wake up the neighbors, I can't help but scream out as I probably look like a scene from the exorcist, my back arching to a point where it looks like it might break with tears streaming consistently from my eyes that are screwed shut.

The mind shattering build up to my orgasm starts to collect, my body feeling full and ready to explode.

He thinks it's the most entertaining thing, seeing his innocent church girl sobbing, writhing and screaming in ecstasy all at his mercy in the middle of sodomy.

I can't make the words "I'm about to come" leave my mouth before liquid is spilling over his fingers, streaming out of me, my whole body spasming as I struggle to breathe, my head spinning.

He pulls out of me, uttering "fuck" under his breath as threads of his cum paint my stomach before he falls beside me on the bed, the both of us catching our breath.

"Are you gonna live?" He asks me with a laugh, after a couple minutes of me trying to catch my breath and calm my body down.

"I remember why we only do that on special occasions." I look at him, my eyes probably red from crying uncontrollably.

He just grins, shaking his head a little, his black, messy hair nearly taking up his pillow completely.

"You know, Duff told me a while ago that you two worked a plan out to get that place bought and renovated to decent shape for me to use." I say softly, turning over to face him. "He bought it and you paid for it to be fixed."

"I figured you knew...you conveniently stopped going when renovations started." He licks his lips.

"You conveniently shot me and I could barely put weight on my leg for nearly two weeks." I add and he let's out a breath.

"I know I'm not worth a shit right now, Viv, baby, I get it." He turns over on his back to face the ceiling.

"I didn't say that."

"I'm trying." He adds.

"Are you?" I ask as softly as I can to keep from pissing him off, looking at him and he closes his eyes for a second before looking at me.

"When's the last time I hit a pipe, huh?"

"We have a refrigerator full of smack."

"You don't know what's in those bags." He scoffs.

"Do you think I'm an idiot, Nikki? I mean, really?"

He just rolls his jaw, avoiding my eyes on him.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you are doing everything you possibly can to be better?"

He just sits up.

"I could throw the fucking drugs out, Vivian, and still not be good enough."

"Nikki, you know I don't think you're not good enough for m--"

"--I didn't say anything about not being good enough to meet your standards."

"Who's standards then?"

He's about to say something, but catches himself.

"My own, I guess, I don't know." He says under his breath.

He could have gotten rid of the drugs, but that wouldn't have gotten rid of Vanity, and he knew that.

Honestly, he was growing tired of her quickly, and was trying to find a way to put an end to things without her getting mad and telling me because he was paranoid that's exactly what she would have done.

But he was also terrified to tell me he was sixx foot deep in the situation called "Vanity" and didn't know how to climb out because he was afraid I would leave him.

So he stayed caught between a wife and a mistress, hoping the latter would grow tired and give way so he could escape the growing pressure and paranoia creeping on him with each day.

We get a shower to clean up and I pull the comforter off the bed that's wet with cum and throw it in front of the washer before grabbing the blankets off the couch to cover up with.

It's 3:10am, and Nikki's dressed and pulling his cowboy boots on, causing me to look at him like he's crazy.

"You're leaving?" I ask him, weakly.

"I'll be back when you wake up." He assures me, crouching down to brush his fingers through my hair.

"Please be careful." I plead, my hand grasping at his. "Please."

He nods, smiling a little before reaching his hand under the bed, handing me a wrapped gift.

"One more Valentine's Day gift." He tells me and I sit up, taking it, pulling at the paper.

I open it, seeing soft, white leather and gold words that read "Holy Bible."

I look at him and he just smiles, giving a shrug.

"Figured I should since I burned your other one." He adds.

"I started that fight, Nikki. You finished it. I shouldn't have broken your awards to begin with."

"Vivian, you broke the frames that could be replaced. And were replaced. Those awards don't mean a fucking thing to me, anyway." He shakes his head. "This," he taps his finger on the bible. "Means the world to you. I shouldn't have done what I did, as comfortably as I did it, just to prove a point." He states.

"It's okay, Nikki." I reply, smiling at him.

"I'm gonna get better, alright?" He says suddenly and I meet his eyes. "I'm gonna get outta this and I'll stay out. And I won't be as mean or weird and you won't hate me so much." He laughs it out but it hurts me that he thinks I hate him.

"I could never hate you, Nikki." I say.

"I don't know, I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you." Again, he's saying it light heartedly but it's a mask.

"Nikki, you're my world." I say to him, and his smile fades. "You have been since 1981, even before I even knew you were. If something ever happened to you, they'd have to either take me out with you or keep me sedated in a mental institution. I wouldn't know what the hell I would do without you." I inform him. "I could never hate you."

It's obvious that he wasn't expecting me to say this.

He just clears his throat before standing back up, grabbing his bike keys.

"I'll be back later." He tells me, seeming like he's avoiding acknowledging what I just said to him.

He kisses me before heading to the bedroom door.

"Goodnight, baby." He says.

"Goodnight, Nikki." I reply as he walks out.

I wait for the sound of his bike leaving, before I open my new bible, seeing he's written my name in the "presented to" slot, and put his in the "presented by" space, and filled in the date.

That's not something I ever expected to see Nikki's name in.

I file through it, seeing the little ribbon attached as a bookmark is held between the back cover and the content itself.

Just as I flip there to put the ribbon in the pages themselves, I see Nikki had it there for a reason.

On the back cover, there's a passage of  Nikki's handwriting that starts with "Vivian."

The phone's ringing before I can read it, and I put the book down and get up to answer, only to be met by Karen coming out to answer it.

"Hello?" She answers it for me, sleepiness encapsulating her tone.

Her eyes flicker to me, her face growing nearly pale, and I get a bad feeling settling in me.

"Yes, Ma'am, she's right here." She hands me the phone and I furrow my brows a little before exhaling.

"Hello?"

"Yes, Mrs. Sixx this is Analise with Los Angeles Medical Center. I'm calling because we have a patient in our intensive care unit, currently, who has you listed as their emergency contact." She informs me and I want to tell her to be more specific because I'm listed as several people's emergency contact currently. "Tansalyn Reilen."

Tansy's body, growing tired from her constant drug abuse, had started telling her it was about to give out.

I quickly make my way through the lot of the hospital, stepping into the emergency room to see Steven and Duff waiting in the waiting room.

"What the hell happened?!" I ask, stepping to them.

Duff goes to open his mouth but Steven cuts him off.

"I-I don't know what happened, it was just some blow, Viv." He says, panicked, and my eyes widen.

"Just some blow?!" I outburst.

"Viv--" Duff starts but I stop him.

"You can fuck off since you're the one that bailed her out of going to rehab in the first place!" I snap at Duff and he furrows his brows.

"Hey, lose it, Viv, I'm not Nikki and I'm not putting up with it." He tells me, alcohol on his breath.

"No, you certainly aren't Nikki no matter how badly you try to be." I hiss.

"If I wanted to be Nikki I'd start shooting junk and talking down to you." It's said in a slur and I ball my hands up in fists. 

"Guys, hey!" Steven stops me from arguing.  "Viv, seriously, just calm down." He pleads and I let out a heavy breath.

"Where is she at now?" I ask him, ignoring Duff before he slumps back down into a chair.

"They said they were gonna do a cardio thing with electricity to see how bad the damage is...I really don't know what happened, I had a line from the same bindle and nothing happened to me."

"God." I breathe out, rubbing my forehead. "Alright, I'm gonna go ask her to tell me when they get done with testing." I nod to the receptionist and he nods.

It takes two more hours until the woman is calling me up to the counter for a visitor's pass and telling me where to go.

Once I get to Tansy's room, she looks like absolute hell as a nurse helps to get her situated.

Her dead eyes look up to see me and she grins, tiredly.

"Hey, Viv." She tells me as I step closer to her bed.

"Hey, Tans." I reply, the nurse glancing up at me.

"He should be in soon with tox-screen results and he'll explain the results of the electrocardiogram." The nurse informs me.

"I got in trouble." Tansy whispers to me.

"Well, the doctor who delivered you from the womb probably doesn't want to you die for something that could have been prevented." I reply in the same tone.

"I gathered that from his scolding." She nods.

"Alright, call if you need anything. He should be here shortly." The nurse reminds us.

"Thank you." We both say simultaneously as she steps out.

When we're alone, Tansy sits up and starts untaping her aspirin-IV drip, about to pull the needle from her hand.

"Uh, what are you doing?" I ask her.

"Viv, I can't stay here. I'm gonna start jonesing in a few hours and I doubt the nurses will sneak me anything."

"Tansy, you just had a heart attack, are you crazy?" I stop her from taking the IV needle from herself.

"Viv, I need to get outta here."

"Tansy, I swear to God, you are turning more and more into Nikki and it scares me. You're lucky you didn't die. Your heart is damaged and trying to recover. If you go load up on blow or smack, you will not live."

She looks desperate, her blue eyes watering, her cracked lips quivering.

The door opens in a moment and her doctor comes in, clearing his throat.

"You must be Vivian." He greets me and I nod.

"Alright, the main culprit of this is cocaine which can cause the coronary artery to spasm, which temporarily constricts the blood flow to the heart and the lack of oxygen causes sections of the heart to suffocate and die, which triggers a heart attack." He tells us. "Tansalyn, you will be able to recover, but at the rate you are going, I don't see you surviving another scare like this." He explains to us short and sweet, and I let out a breath. "Now, we're going to give you a temporary pace-maker to correct your bradycardia once we're out of the woods, but I will be keeping you for at least five days to make sure your body doesn't take a left turn out of nowhere." He adds.

"I can't stay here for five days. I have a photoshoot Thursday." She tells him and he looks at me.

"Tansy, your health is more important than your work."

"If I cancel they're gonna wanna know why and I can't let my mom know this happened. She'll kill me. And I can't hide a pacemaker from her."

Her doctor and I exchange looks.

I can't talk sense into her. I know who can, though.

"I'll be right back." I tell them, stepping out of the room to go to the waiting room to use the payphone, dialing the number.

"Hello?" Axl's tired voice says on the other end.

Tansy's always listened to Axl more than anybody else. I think it's because he kind of scared her back then, but she respected him because he really did have a good head on his shoulders...he just didn't know how to properly handle his feelings at times.

By the time Axl takes my place in the room with Tansy, I go back to the waiting room, Duff and Steven both asleep.

I wake them up and they startle slightly, rubbing their faces.

"Axl's gonna stay here with her, he told us to go home." I tell them.

"Axl's here?" Steven yawns.

"Yeah. Do you guys need a ride? I brought the Jeep so there's room for you two." I offer.

"Nah, I'm done the block at a chick's house." Steven tells me, and I glance at Duff.

"I'll walk." He mumbles.

"Duff--"

"Nah, really, Viv. Don't worry about it, I got it." He assures me as Steven puts his arm around me, kissing my cheek.

"I love you. I'll see you later." He tells me.

"I love you, too, Stevie." I reply.

"Bye, man." He says to Duff and Duff stands up, towering over him.

"Later, Stevie." He tells him, stretching and yawning.

Steven gives us a wave before leaving and I walk with Duff as he follows behind him, but goes a different direction once we get outside.

"Duff, really, I can take you to the apartment."

"It's fine, Viv."

"Duff, I'm sorry for earlier, okay? I shouldn't have said that."

"Rehab wouldn't have helped her any if she was only going to make people happy, Vivian."

"I know."

"So it's not my fucki--it's not my fault she's in this mess." He tries to keep himself from cussing at me.

"I know."

"And I'm not trying to be Nikki so I don't even know where that came from. I don't want to be him. I'm perfectly happy being Duff McKagan."

"I know." I grab at his wrist before we can pass the Jeep, stopping him and he let's out a heavy breath. "I'm sorry for saying all of that. I was just angry and was taking it out on you and I shouldn't do that."

"No, you shouldn't." He states, looking down at me.

Neither of us says anything for a moment, just looking at each other.

I notice his buzzed eyes glancing down at my lips and I make a little more distance between us, letting go of his wrist.

"I'm gonna go home." I mumble, tucking a strand of red hair behind my ear.

"Yeah, you should." He agrees, licking his lips.

Neither of us bother to move, and he looks like he wants to tell me something.

"Okay, goodnight, Duff." I go to step by him to get to my car but he grasps at my arm gently, turning to face me, tugging me closer to him.

"Viv." He says, and my heart pounds in my chest, his eyes burning into mine.

"Yeah?" I ask, trying to get some space between us again and he acts like he's about to say something but stops.

"Goodnight." He states.

"Goodnight, and thank you for bringing Tansy." I give him a small smile before he's letting me go so I can get in my car and go home.

The sun's coming up by the time I get home, and when I get in the house and get to our bedroom, Nikki's laying down, halfway in the closet, half out, and Vanity's in the bed, wearing one of my Mötley Crüe shirts, and my new bible is nowhere to be seen.

Nikki had gotten home and hidden my bible to keep Vanity from finding the letter in the back of it, and after my lack of reaction to the letter, and finding out I had to go to Tansy before even getting to read it, he decided it would be best if I never read it. Obviously, I didn't know this, I just thought either he or Vanity had lost it...

It wasn't until Mötley Crüe was in Japan for the "Girls" tour that I found it.

Vivian,

I don't know if it's offensive to write in one of these, but my place in hell is already solidified so I might as well piss God off some more. Sorry, I know you don't like when I say I'm going to hell even though we both know it's true. The one problem I have with where I'm fated to spend eternity, is that I know you won't be there. I realized this exactly one year ago. I came pretty close to being over with and I would be burning currently (or just laying in the fucking ground, or flying around as a reincarnated bird, whatever the hell happens to us when we go) had I not made it through. I know I'm scaring you with how much I do, Viv. I hear you talking to God about it when you pray. You're afraid I'm not going to wake up one day. I'm afraid, too. I know, right, Nikki Sixx is scared of something, who would've thought? I'm afraid I'm going to take my last breath without telling you how much I love you. I knew I loved you that night you snuck me into your window and asked me to help you bullshit that damn thesis paper for your final. That was six years ago, almost, and I wish I would have been telling you that I love you all along, maybe it would have changed the path of certain things that have happened. I'm sorry for what I've done, what I'm doing, and what I will do. It's my cross to carry. It's not your fault, it never has been, it never will be. I hope you can forgive me if I'm not here this time next year...if I don't get any better, I'll be in a coffin before our tour ends. Jeez, this sounds like a suicide note. I promise that's not why I'm writing this. I hope I'm around as long as you are. I hope we're together in the next life, whether it's as two birds that mate for life, pecking at each other's eyes, or our spirits just find one another. If God is real, all I'll need is for him to let me know you've made it up there and that you'll be okay, and I'll go to Hell and take the brimstone and fire for all the damage I've done. Just don't forget me, whatever happens. I won't ever forget you. I love you, Vivian. I won't ever forget you. I love you.

‐-Nikki

[incarnateirony]

Isn't it cute how we keep finding RL parallels to show that what they're doing with Destiel is a Romance with a capital R, and now the show itself used Destiel as a parallel to show that Saileen is a romance (even tho everyone already knew That)? And they'll come back to eachother eventually? Wow. I hope I got my point across, but this thought hasn't left me since the "What's real?" "This is." convo between Sam and Eileen. Two sister ships are driving this season, and I'm all here for it.

Yeah.

The fandom result is less fun, with people calling text subtext because they simply don’t understand the text’s merit (eg, Last Call) that was settled long before anybody in this fandom considered themselves a genius to try to argue circles around it. Like Y2K called it wants to update fandom on some LGBT issues already settled. Oz was… what? 1997-2003? (Which is when Bobo ended up writing his LGBT rep sociopolitical commentary?)

The show has me ecstatic. The fandom has me reeling in horror in how willfully LGBT people have coded themselves into a performative-to-het-demands-culture that they’ll talk down content and structure used for romantic het pairings even when it’s front and center. 

This isn’t the world of subtextual secret handshakes anymore, guys. I don’t know if meta fandom is reeling on what an actual Will They/Won’t They looks like as opposed to, yes, S7 wallpapers or fish or whatever rando shit got chased as a stream; or even compared to lowkey structural subtext like Colette which hid so many layers beneath the surface that it needed to be actively negotiated and tracked. 

Not front, textual assertions that Dean does in fact have Oz-esque group encounters beyond even Deanmon, that he alone had to bury Cas and burying Eileen was the same for Sam, only to turn around and have them mirror shit and truncate their emotional adventure with a kiss and fandom’s out here footstomping and invalidating the text level bullshit because it’s not said how they want, when they want. 

Like guys that shit is text. People not understanding the text does not make it non-text. Whether or not you know your LGBT history and intersectional issues (or have modernly soaked dialogue from alt right platforms that XYZ isn’t gay if you yell no homo, since there’s even parts of the world where men identify “straight” despite routinely pursuing sex with men and abandoning women that FOR SOME REASON PEOPLE HERE CATER TO THE DIALOGUES OF) – whether you know any of this, whether you UNDERSTAND this – the information still exists. 

People still try to explain that the earth is flat instead of round because they don’t understand science, or evolution for the same reason. That doesn’t mean there’s actually reasonable permissive argument here. In fact, it’s embarrassing as fuck to watch anyone hold one of these arguments. People not understanding material does not invalidate what the material actually means.

And seriously like– “WE WANT–” … what, a love confession or a kiss, I guess. All the other goalposts that were set up were blown by. The former love yous and similar phrasings (I guess we’re herding love affirmations into ONLY three specific words and otherwise it’s not valid, because… Magic Meta Gay People Rules) weren’t enough! And! AND! Even the ones that WERE those three words, people could arGUE!!! It might not be gaY!!!

So let’s be honest bitters & meta fandom & alternate shippers having sixteen jealousy fits: You don’t even want an I Love You, because it would have to be “I love you, and like, only you, romantically, like in love with you, in the gay way, let’s go have gay sex” for this to pacify this utterly homophobic ball of bullshit they have going on.

So we’ll be honest. You want a kiss.

That’s great. I do too.

At the same time, I can gesture you to a literally endless amount of history where literature and TV did not require a kiss for the romantic content to be valid and even celebrated.

That’s not what magically makes all the text text. The text is the text.

The subtext is elements like Reno, and Mary/John, or Amara/Chuck, and even those are loud as FUCK still. Ironically, *the text is quieter than the subtext right now*

If you take the text: Dean has repeat group encounters that are decades-ago LGBT qualified as queer; Dean loses all hope without Cas, once he has to bury Cas, and Eileen does the same for Sam.

The subtext of this: Dean actually forgot an entire woman in his tryst, which means she wasn’t a focus, which makes this gayer than the default gay text; Dean yet again followed viking widower tradition with Cas as a spouse and buried him himself.

This is literally “Cas is Dean’s Collette” but 1. fully textual instead of 3 levels under and 2. much more personal with a full character we witnessed with Eileen rather than flashbacks of Colette for a few seconds. The text here has subtext. It is text. Whether people understand the text, like the LGBT issues around 15.07 or not is an onus on them, but does not invalidate the content. People not understanding Gays doesn’t delete Gays, that isn’t how that works.

Because the hilarity of the line people trying to keep their blogs valid at– that they’re running? All text is subtext unless all text is explained unto a point that it can’t be argued, but that of course leaves the explanation subtext until it, too, is explained beyond a shadow of a doubt to children, and then so on, ad infinity, in a quantum loop of calling everything under god’s written heaven subtext.

I had a conversation with a meta writer who won’t be named that went full bore in a loop. They called it subtext. I pointed out where it was flat surface text. Yes, they said, that IS text, but people can still argue, so that makes it subtext. Uh, no, I pointed out, that isn’t how this works or what those words mean, someone’s understanding of the meaning of text does not invalidate the actual meaning the words have. Arguing with a phantom menace of a GA that’s all catching on right now to contend with tinhatters and a few other oddballs out there that are hilariously small and not in the GA eye isn’t worth changing the entire dictionary. Because The Dictionary Is A Good Book. If someone doesn’t understand all the words in the dictionary and what they mean that, also, does not invalidate the dictionary if it doesn’t have an infinite set of asterisks defining every definition. Anyway, said meta person completely went postal about it after that because after trying to loop the same argument three times and realizing They Will Always End Up Here, off they went when I said that arguing with idiots online wasn’t worth demolishing the dictionary, media study, or queer content.

AV medium seems to be confusing the fuck out of people that fancy themselves or are even degreed lit savants.

But hey, maybe there’s a ruse being played. Maybe Bobo already got that lucky corporate dice roll and is playing into his thematic structure. Maybe he will manage to break through with a kiss. Maybe, maybe, maybe. 

Frankly more than to argue with idiots, I kind of want it to exemplify the gross homophobia going on in this fandom. And I don’t mean antis. I mean every single person, right here and right now, redefining things to maintain their hysteria and anger or even just their general relevance/podium that evaporates if they acknowledge that it is what it is; that every bit of queer text AND subtext they talked down and deleted and tried to wedge into “platonic” boxes due to their own lack of LGBT cultural understanding was real, and valid, and while antis screamed and shouted raging at the text as provided, they were the ones there, being enemies this year, deleting queer content until their arbitrary goalpost, fulfilling as it may be, and as much as I personally want it too, was met. But if that happens, IF that happens, it WILL be by Bobo’s hand or Dabb’s with Bobo’s guidance, and I can PROMISE you he will make it such a sociopolitical commentary on the heteronormative bullshit going on (like his DreamHunter commentary that BLEW BY everyone) that I expect several people to delete their damn accounts in mortal embarrassment.

This season is gorgeous everyone. Enjoy it.

For the record, if that million to one shot is on the table, the episode everyone should watch for results, beyond the finale, is 15.18. I’m not gonna get into all the reasons here beyond Putrefaction/Blackening > Whitening > Yellowing > Reddening = Gold and if anybody wants to know what the fuck I mean by that, send me an ask. (I’m working on a Putrefaction video to plug into my series to help with that. And beyond that pacing, structure, rhythm, and Bobo. But that also does not mean anyone should seriously place their emotional chips on it, just to stop getting cranked up and demanding THIS NEXT EPISODE OR PERISH.)

Because if you think there’s ever a point homophobes are gonna stop arguing shit down, you��re in for a bad time. Straight pairs like Mulder/Scully that kissed got no romos mental gymnasticsing around it. If you expect differently with DeanCas you’re IN FOR A RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE

But I don’t want to hear one more goddamn peep about representation from that wing of meta fandom. The representation is there, front and center, to relate to for the intended demographic, it just wasn’t what other demographics wanted. But it’s written by a middle aged LGBT man for middle aged LGBT men and if you aren’t in that bracket, and don’t like the results, you don’t get to go and try to destroy that representative material. Hell if you ARE in that demographic you don’t get to one-card steam roll over other LGBT men too, the way it works from there is you find other people in that demographic and discuss the content’s pros and cons. If it ends at “not the ship I like” instead of genuine problems with the content, you also don’t get to destroy that for other people in the demographic. So whether it’s like, desperate clout/platform/relevance clinging, or just complete lack of understanding of LGBT media history and the represented demographic, that shit needs to stop. Pick a side. 

You can’t genuinely fight for representation while going and kicking down rep sandcastles because they weren’t shaped how you want. That isn’t how it works. It works by owning the content, and requesting better or more. Requesting more explicit content does not require destroying the content you don’t consider “enough”, in front of you.

Overt queer subtext AND text remain an overt body within the text even if it does not reach a given explicit landmark that you personally have decided on and is 0% dependent on anyone’s understanding of the fucking content.

[fairycosmos]

I have a question,, pls don't answer if it makes you uncomfy tho! So my gf dumped me yesterday and everything hurts. Obv I can't give all the details, but do you have any advice on how to get over someone you thought you were gonna spend forever with? Cause I'm kinda left here not knowing what to do anymore.. thank you sm. I really appreciate the kind words you say and the way you help people 💙

hey my love, i’m so so sorry to hear that 😞😞 this is just my take and your experience may very well be different, but break ups seem so tricky because there’s no quick fix or way to replace what has been lost, unfortunately. but there also doesn’t have to be. while it’s not ideal and i understand that it hurts like a fucking bitch - sitting with the pain and trying your best to process it in a healthy way, and allowing yourself to grieve at your own pace - is a much better course of action than spiraling into self hatred. or trying to fill the void with self destructive vices. it’s easy to turn this sort of thing into a blame game, to fall into the trap of thinking ‘why wasn’t i good enough?’, but the fact of the matter is that incompatibility isn’t caused by some great personal failing most of the time. it’s usually more of an issue of timing and two people simply wanting/needing different things. so while it’s alright to cry, to vent to your loved ones, to eat your weight in ice cream, to listen to sad heartbreak music - it’s also important to ground yourself in rationality every so often. when you catch yourself leaning into toxic thinking patterns/behaviours, try to remember that you are a whole person on your own. that even though you’re sad and you miss her, doesn’t mean you’re not healing at the same time. those two processes can occur simultaneously, and they often do. there’s generally no rule book to this sort of thing or time scale for when you need to ‘get over her’ by, so don’t worry about that. every day that you make it through, you’re learning how to be ok again and you’re making progress. even if it doesn’t seem like it. i know it probably feels like you’re never going to be happy again or like you’re never going to find love ever again, but that’s definitely an illusion caused by the emotional turmoil of losing someone. and while it’s normal to think that way for a while, it doesn’t mean it’s true. if you guys weren’t supposed to last then it’s because your future was opening up to make room for someone else, whether you meet them 5 months from now or 15 yrs from now. but the point is you don’t need your ex or even a romantic lover in order to feel fulfilled and appreciated and confident in who you are. you have worth as you are, whether or not anyone is around to comment on it. while it may take some time and a lot of personal growth to be able to appreciate that those attributes were inside you all along, it’s still very possible to get to that point especially if you give yourself the tools you need to thrive - by that i mean self love and patience, and opening up to those who care about you little by little. ultimately, you don’t have to know what to do right now. you just have to prioritize your own well being and allow the recovery process to take its course. it’s alright to have bad days, and it’s alright to be sad/pissed off/hurt. it’s how you choose to deal with those emotions, with actions, that makes all the difference. anyway im sorry i didn’t want to make this super long so, i’ll leave it at that. if you need a friend or if you want to talk abt anything, i’ll be here. please take care, you deserve the world. also thank you so much honey omg!! 💕 honestly i just talk a lot on here LOL helping is debatable but we love a conversation :)

[cocomaxley]

Operation: Payback is a Bitch

This is a part of a TRR A/U called Cordonians Gone Wild, a collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @leelee10898 @riseandshinelittleblossom and yours truly. Catch up HERE.

Summary: The men try to get back at the ladies for all of their previous mischief.

Rating: NSFW, mature and very bad decisions.

Tag List: @blackwidow2721 @hopefulmoonobject @itsstillnotwhatyouthink @fullbeaumonty @brightpinkpeppercorn @katurrade @krsnlove @alj4890 @zaffrenotes @annekebbphotography @carabeth @moneyfordiamonds @give-me-ernest-sinclaire @3pawandme @indiacater @ownworldresident @tornbetween2loves @stopforamoment

Rashad and Genevieve arrived at the restaurant to meet their friends for dinner. Once everyone was seated, they fell into easy conversation. “Are you guys all set for your camping trip?” Genevieve asked the men. Rashad smiled and held her hand. “We are for the most part. What do you girls have planned for girls night?”

“I'm not sure yet, probably the usual. Watch a movie and drink a lot,” Alicia giggled. Liam got a mischievous smile, “I'm sure it'll be a romcom because we know you guys can't handle scary movies.” The guys all chuckled. Stephanie raised her brow, “I love scary movies, so shut your face, Liam.” Maxwell chimed in, “But she hates clowns!” Stephanie glared at him, “Because clowns are fucking creepy!” The girls nodded in agreement.

“I bet you guys can't make it through the new version of It,” Rashad said. Genevieve's eyes went wide in surprise. Her fiancé wasn't normally the type to tease. She replied, “Honey, I love you, but whenever you guys bet against the girls, it never works out in your favor. Like ever.” It was the girls turn to laugh. Leo said, “Well if you're so positive you can win this bet, then watch the killer clown movie for your girls night.”

Anitah said with a smirk, “Fine! It's on! And when we win, guess who will have to streak around the palace grounds again? That's right, but this time it will be harder. You guys will have to finish the lap in under 30 seconds. If you don't, you have to keep running laps until your time is under 30.” Liam looked at his wife, “And if we win, which we will because you guys are a bunch of weenies.” Anitah leaned in close and whispered, “Husband’s choice in punishment.” Liam swallowed hard, “Oh...ok, you're on.” The men shook hands with their women, each one feeling confident on an easy win.

After dinner, they decided to go to the beer garden for a few drinks. The men walked up the bar and the ladies sat at a table. Leo rubbed his hands together, “Alright boys, Operation Payback is a Bitch is a go. These girls will be so sorry for everything they've ever done to us. I’ll finally get to do the thing she never lets me do.” Rashad laughed, “Gen will be huddled in a corner crying. She hates scary movies. Add a clown in there, and this will be the easiest blowjob I'll ever get.”

Liam chuckled, “Anitah’s biggest fear is clowns. She hates any and everything about them because of the original It movie. She’s so done, and I’ve got a punishment in mind for every time she’s commandeered the royal jet...she’s not going to walk straight for a week.”

“I'm finally going to use those handcuffs on Pam. We've only used them in Amsterdam,” Drake said. Maxwell clapped his hands together, “I'm asking for a Capuchin monkey! They're so cute!”

Two weeks earlier…

The men were playing poker in Liam’s study. Liam asked, “Rashad, the wedding is coming up. How’s the wedding planning?” Rashad looked up from his cards, “Everything's pretty much done. Gen and my father have been like two little girls with the planning. He's so excited for the wedding you'd think she was his child,” he laughed, “he keeps saying things like ‘I can't wait to have a daughter, I've always wanted a daughter.’ I want to say, what the fuck, dad. I'm standing right here.”

Drake snorted, “Well no wonder he let her take your jet to Amsterdam. Sounds like he can't say no to her either. Man, these girls have really given us some shit, haven't they? Thanksgiving, Thunder down under, St. Tropez…” Leo said, “Yeah no kidding. There was New Orleans and Chicago too. They definitely keep us on our toes. Especially Anitah with Liam!” Leo laughed while Liam glared at him.

“Let's not forget that she's hoodwinked my top three guards. Mara got ditched at the airport, Brad got locked in a closet with snacks and a pillow and Bas got fucking drugged! She even stole their damn phones,” Liam shook his head, then his face lit up, “let's get them back. They're due for some retaliation.” Leo's face perked up, “I'm listening, little brother.”

“They all hate scary movies. So let's bet them that they can't watch the new It movie all the way through. We can plan a ‘camping trip’ and then on their girls night we mess with them. We will turn off the power to my quarters, walk around the apartment dressed all in black and make noises, open and close doors,” Liam started laughing hard.

Maxwell shrugged his shoulders, “I was with them for all of that and had a ton of fun, but I think it'll be fun to mess with them. Stef might kill me, but it'll be worth it.” Bastien cleared his throat, “Your majesty, if I may speak freely?” Liam nodded so he continued, “I want in.” The guys all laughed knowing having Bastien on their side gave them an edge. Leo yelled, “Game on, boys!”

Girls Night...

The men had just left for their camping trip, and the ladies were in the royal quarters getting girls night started. “You guys, I really don't want to watch this movie. I'm so scared,” Genevieve said. Her eyes welled up with tears. “Well we can't back out now, Gen. We already agreed to it.” Anitah said. She met Genevieve’s gaze, her own eyes welled up with tears and face full of fear.

“I'm just gonna give him the blowjob. I like giving him blowjobs anyway, so I'm not really losing. I just can't watch it. I'm about to cry,” Genevieve rambled, pacing the room. “None of us want to watch this movie, but I'll be damned if we lose a bet to them,” Pam said, her face a little paler than normal. Stephanie added, “We just have to remember that it's not real. Ok, ladies? Let's not lose our shit before we start the movie.”

Anitah placed the disc into the DVD player with shaky hands. “The lights stay on!” Pam yelled. Alicia pulled out her iPad and headphones and pulled a blanket over her head, “I said I'd be here. I never agreed to watch the movie.” Stephanie pressed play on the remote and the movie started. All of them huddled close together on the couch.

Genevieve watched the movie with her hands covering her eyes and Pam hugged her knees. Anitah held a pillow tightly against her while Stephanie chewed her fingernails. Alicia hadn't moved from her spot underneath her blanket. At one point in the movie Pam screamed, “No, Georgie! Don't do it!” A sob escaped Genevieve’s throat and Anitah used the pillow to cover her face. Stephanie sat with wide eyes, mouth open. A loud clap of thunder shook the room which made them all jump and rain pounded against the windows. They laughed nervously realizing it was just a storm outside.

The movie continued to play. “Ok guys, twenty minutes left in the movie. We can do it. We've got this. Then the guys will be so sorry for doubting us,” Stephanie said. They turned to each other and nodded. “God, I fucking hate clowns. God, I hate Liam,” Anitah said, her face still covered by the pillow. All of a sudden the power went out and everything went pitch black. “What the fuck happened? Why did the power go out, Anitah! Call someone,” Genevieve cried. “My...my cell phone has no service,” she responded voice shaking.

Pam kept her cool, “Ok, our phones have flashlights. Turn those on and we will look for the fuse box. Do you think your quarters has a fuse box?” Anitah shook her head. They heard a door slam shut in the back of the royal quarters. “Wha...what the fuck is happening?” Stephanie whispered. Then they heard the floorboards creak and saw a dark figure walking down the hallway.

“We’re going to die!” Genevieve screamed, scrambling for the main door. The other girls quickly followed her out. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, what the fuck do we do?” Anitah said in a panicked voice. When they turned the corner they saw another dark shadowy figure. They froze in place. Lightning flashed outside, and then another clap of thunder made them jump again. “Let's go to Liam's study and lock the door, follow me,” Anitah whispered.

Drake, Rashad and Maxwell watched the girls run past the room where they were hiding. The women were in the middle of the hallway staring at Liam wearing a black cloak with his head covered by the hood. They had to fight back their laughs so they wouldn't give away their hiding spot. “Maxwell, we said Pennywise the clown! Is that a Bozo costume?” Drake asked in an irritated tone. “It's too late Drake. Besides, Stef is afraid of all clowns,” Maxwell said. Rashad snorted, “Gen is afraid of her own shadow in the dark. Just give him the red balloon. That'll be enough.”

Maxwell walked out of the room and stood in the middle of the hall holding a red balloon on a white string, just as the girls turned around and started running in his direction. When they saw him standing there, they all let out ear piercing shrieks. “SCATTER!” Anitah yelled. Anitah and Genevieve ran down a hallway. Stephanie came up and kicked Maxwell in the crotch before Pam dragged her down the opposite hallway.

Maxwell crumpled into a heap on the floor. “Shit! Max, you alright, buddy?” Drake asked as he kneeled down next to him. “I...I think I'm dying, Drake. I can't breathe.” Maxwell said in a pained voice. “I didn't know she'd kick you. These girls are in full fight or flight mode,” Drake said trying to stifle a chuckle.

Anitah and Genevieve burst through Liam's office door and locked it, both of them out of breath. “Call Bastien, Anitah. I feel like killing killer clowns is part of his job description.” Anitah walked to Liam's desk and grabbed the desk phone. “The line…it's dead, Gen. it's dead,” she whimpered and replaced the handset into the cradle. The doorknob jiggled. Anitah froze, “Oh God, Gen. what do we do?” Genevieve turned in circles, “I don't know, I don't know! Does Liam have any hidden weapons in here?” She picked up a vase from the side table, “Grab something heavy, Nitah. A big fat book or something.” They stood at the ready as the door lock clicked open and a figure stood in the doorway dressed head to toe in dark clothing, his face covered with a black ski mask. Anitah yelled, “Now!” And they both threw the objects at the intruder. The book hit him in the forehead, and the vase made contact with the side of his head. “FUCK!” The hooded figure yelped holding his head. Anitah and Genevieve pushed past him and ran down the hall.

Pam and Stephanie ran into the library and hid behind a bookshelf. They heard the door open and heavy footsteps heading in their direction. “Stef, we have to move,” Pam whispered, Stephanie nodded. They tiptoed to the end of the bookshelf and quietly walked to the next aisle moving towards the back of the library. The footsteps stopped. “Ok, Pam, we need to get out of here. I will go out there and let him see me. When he goes for me, you need to trip him. Then we make a break for the door.” Pam took a deep a breath, “Ok, we can do this.” Stephanie stepped out into the main aisle, and the large figure took slow deliberate steps towards her. At just the right moment, Pam stuck out her leg. The intruder tripped and fell on his face with a groan. He stood up quickly and tried to grab Pam, but she reacted quicker and bit his hand hard. “Motherfucker!” He backed away from her shaking his injured hand. “Run! Now!” Stephanie yelled pushing him out of her way making him lose his balance, falling on his back.

Pam and Stephanie rounded the corner and saw two other people. All four of them screamed. “SHHHHH! Everyone shut up!” Stephanie said trying to keep her voice down, once she realized it was Anitah and Genevieve. “Oh thank god. You guys are ok,” Anitah said while trying to catch her breath. They heard footsteps approaching. Genevieve opened the ballroom doors and whispered, “Quick! In here.” They huddled together, hiding behind the bar when the ballroom doors opened. Two intruders walked inside slowly. “Check behind the bar, I'll check the balcony,” they heard one of them tell the other. They tried to move to the other end of the bar but he already saw them. “They're right here!” He shouted to his partner.

Anitah launched herself at him and knocked him back, “Run! Run!” Stephanie and Pam ran towards the open ballroom door. He got back on his feet facing Anitah. Genevieve was frozen behind the bar, eyes wide. He lunged towards Anitah, but she blocked his arms. She swept his leg out from underneath him, and he fell on his back. “Ha! Take that!” She yelled. He stood back up, but he was clearly disoriented. Anitah punched him in the face, and he fell backwards. Genevieve stood up and stepped on his manhood. She grabbed Anitah by the arm and ran for the ballroom doors. At the other side of the ballroom, Pam and Stephanie were being held back by the other intruder. “Stef, what should we do?” Stephanie looked at Pam and yelled, “I've had it!” She walked up to him and punched him right in the nose. “Ow! What the hell?” He held his face, and the girls ran out the door. Rashad removed his mask after Stephanie punched him. His nose was bleeding. He walked over to Liam “You ok, man?” Rashad asked him. “No heirs,” Liam grunted as he laid on his back holding his groin. They heard the women screaming in the foyer. “I will fucking cut you, clown!”

“Whoa, whoa, Stef! It's me! It's Maxwell, please don't kick me in the balls again.” He removed his wig with one hand while the other hand held a frozen bag of peas to his crotch. Drake, Liam and Rashad joined them in the foyer. All of the women were shocked when they saw the intruders without their masks. Bastien walked up to the group. He had a visible lump on his forehead. Anitah covered her mouth to silence the laugh that was forming in her throat. “We took Bas down again!” Genevieve said grinning at her. “I am never betting against you ladies again,” he turned to the four men, “From now on, you guys are on your own.” He huffed and limped towards his room.

“You!” Genevieve pointed her finger at Rashad. The other three women crossed their arms and glared at their husbands. Their husbands were staring back at them, bruised and battered. Rashad held his arms up in defeat, “It was supposed to be a harmless prank. We didn't know you guys would go all Chuck Norris on us. I think my nose is broken.” Drake showed everyone his hand and said, “My wife bit me, like a fucking animal.”

“I'm pretty sure I won't be able to have kids,” Liam said still holding his groin. “Serves you all right. That was really, really mean!” Genevieve said, she was now sobbing. Rashad wrapped his arms around her, trying not to laugh, “You held up much better than I thought you would, sweetie.” He couldn't hold back his laughter anymore, and everyone else started laughing along with him. Liam looked around the group, “Hey where's Leo?”

In the royal quarters, Alicia was under her blanket and the movie she was watching just finished. She pulled the blanket off and stood up. When she turned around she was facing a masked person. Her jaw dropped open. “What..what do you want?” She stammered. The person didn't respond. He made a move to grab her, but she slapped him across the face with one hand and then slapped him on the other cheek with the other hand. “Dammit, Alicia! It's me!” Leo said pulling off his mask and holding both cheeks. “What the hell, Leo! You scared the shit out of me! Where is everyone?” She yelled. Leo filled her in on their plan. She laughed, “I'm so glad I’m not part of this fuckery.” Leo wrapped his arms around her waist, “Well I know what we can do while they're running around the palace.” He kissed her passionately while his hands worked on her clothes.

The group walked back to the royal apartment and opened the door. Leo and Alicia were sitting on the couch grinning from ear to ear. Anitah glared at the two of them knowing what they'd just done and said, “You know that thing you never get to do, Leo? Well you can do it because she was under that blanket with an iPad and headphones. She didn't even watch the movie.” Leo smirked and slowly turned towards his wife while rubbing his hands together. Alicia's mouth fell open, “Anitah! Why would you sell me out?” Anitah smiled at her friend, “That was a hard earned win, Alicia. You forfeited.”

Liam cleared his throat, “Actually, my love, you lost. None of you finished the movie, and that was the bet. I believe you still had twenty minutes left to watch.” Anitah's jaw dropped, but before she could respond, Liam threw her over his shoulder and said, “Get ready for your punishment, My Queen.”

Rashad smirked at Genevieve, “Let’s go home. I'd like to cash in that win tonight.” Drake walked over to Pam and pulled her towards the door, “Come on, baby, there's some pink fuzzy handcuffs with your name on them.” Maxwell started dancing, “I'm getting a monkey! I'm getting a monkey!” Stephanie laughed at him and pushed him towards the door.

Monday Morning...

The men had a council meeting first thing Monday morning. They were presenting a new proposal to increase tourism. The guys stood in front of the council; Liam with a black eye, Leo with red marks across both cheeks, Rashad with a broken nose, and Drake with a visible bite mark on his hand. Bastien was standing in the back of the room with a large purple lump on his forehead and the side of his head was clearly swollen. From the head council seat, Rashad’s father looked at them with a raised brow, “What in God’s name happened to all of you?” They exchanged uncomfortable looks with each other. Rashad spoke up, “Father, that's not relevant to our proposal. Let's...let’s discuss that later.” Rashad’s father let out a hearty laugh, “Oh, I've already spoken to my future daughter-in-law. I just wanted to see if you'd willingly admit it in front of the council.”